#im just kind of standing with my hands on my hips trying to figure out how the fuck am i gonna translate your masterpiece of artwork + clrs

[spotsupstuff]

me eating your art + interpretations + headcanons furiously How are you so correct about everything always

GJDSKLAJGLKSDMCKLMLKG JESUS CHRIST LIKE A SHREDDER well i was born...! with a brain.......!!!!! in europe......... matured to the point i can confidently say "fuck it we ball" and make the interpretations spin around what makes me happy i guess LIGMšLKLAšKLGKCSL IDK MAN

#Spot says stuff #i sniff at things and then bite them real hard #ALSO im so sorry its taking me so long to get to ur request waugh!!!!!! #im just kind of standing with my hands on my hips trying to figure out how the fuck am i gonna translate your masterpiece of artwork + clrs #-into my minimalistic piece of zoomin shit style i am WORKIN on it the gears in the head are turnin i swear they are

[astrolynnworld]

sensual showers

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt and y/n have shower sex while y/n’s parents are home

a/n- requested 🫡 lowkey a part 2 to car sex

warning: smut! sneaky, teasing, shower sex, quickie, needy.

word count: 726

matt had came with me to visit my parents for the weekend

i hadn’t come by in a few months and figured i should take a trip up there

he offered to come along and i, more than excitedly, accepted

when we arrived, my parents were very welcoming and kind

they helped us bring our bags upstairs to my childhood room

everything still the same as i had left it, as always.

“dinner is almost done, get ready then come down. your brother is also on his way for the weekend” says my mother in a lighthearted tone

i nod as acknowledgment then she shuts the door as she exits

matt seats himself on my bed, “wow how nice it must of been to not share a bunk bed with your twin brother” he chuckles softly as a joke

i roll my eyes with a smile

“how nice it must of been to be close to your brothers!!” i joke back

“yeah yeah.” he responds

i roam around my room as i get me & matt settled in

“alright, i’m gonna go shower now” i say as i finish unpacking all our stuff

“without me?” he says in a corny joking way

“you’re unreal” i laugh, “you can join if you want” i snuggly say before heading off into the bathroom

i close the door, and hop into the shower

no more than 5 minutes later i hear the shower curtain open

i turn around to see a naked matt

i chuckle at his boldness, “so you were serious?”

“of course” he smiles

i continue with my shower as he showers alongside me

until i feel his hard cock start to rub up against me

“matt? are you seriously hard right now” i ask

“i can’t help it.. you’re naked” he softly responds

“you always see me naked ..”

“and i always get hard..”

knowing that matt could simply get turned on by me doing something as normal as showering was kinda doing something to me

of course im naked but.. its not like im teasing him or trying to turn him on

he was just simply hard because of my naked presence

i look up into his eyes and wrap my hand around his cock as i make eye contact

he looks at me with his mouth slightly agape out of shock

i start jerking my hand back and forth as a tease

he throws his head back and whines out a small “fuck.”

i use my other hand to pick his head back up and bend it down close to my face as i kiss him

i kiss him softly as i continue to jerk his cock, watching him struggle into my mouth

i turn around and bend over as i align his head with my hole, watering hitting all on his back

once i align the head, i back up slowly into him as his puts his hands on my hips

“you’re so tight in this position fuck” he whines out

i adjust to his size and slowly start to move back and forth on his cock, matching his thrusts forward into me

slow and passionate movements, tickling my cervix with pleasure

“fuck matt. please don’t stop” i beg

i grip the wall and arch my back in more as i continue to throw back onto him

the sounds of our heavy breaths and bodies slapping against each other fill the room

“fuck i’m gonna cum” he says as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts

i groan at the pleasure of his cock slamming inside of me

i start to tighten around his cock

“mmm you feel - so-“ he tries to mutter out as he bends over into me while shooting his load deep in my pussy

i squeeze tightly around his cock as i feel the orgasm overwhelm me

“fuckkk” i whine out

heavy breaths fill the air as the slapping noise starts to descend

“you think we were too loud?” matt asks

“i hope not” i say as i start to stand up and let his cock fall out of me

he pulls me in for a kiss as the water continues to run down his back

“can- we actually- shower now.” i say through breaks of the kiss

“fine.” he rolls his eyes as we finish our romantic shower

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[glitterjay]

hey! im so happy you have requests open cuz i freaking like your writing :D

im very picky when it comes to reader x idol but i like the things you post sm, u get me fr 🫡

can i be ⭐️ anon pls ? <3

so can i request nerdy/innocent enha (hyung line) and reader that has the personality of a frat boy

we often see fratboy enha n naive reader but i think as a society we need them to switch places at least once 🫵🏼

i hope u can understand what im trying to say lololl

⭒ nerdy!enhypen, popular reader, masturabtion, head (both m. receiving), dry humping, suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: I LOVE THIS IDEA. i love sub!enhypen so much... writing this was quite satisfying. also, i appreciate the kinds words :( im glad my work is enjoyable enough! and you can be ⭐️'anon! welcome to the club, woop woop! i hope i delivered just what you wanted. if not, do let me know 🙏

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin

nerdy!heeseung

who loves to stare at you as you walk down the halls with your fancy clothes on. the way his eyes light up when you look at him and smile in that one class you both share. the shock in his face when you called him, his name rolling off your tongue in the sweetest way. how he was even more surprised when you dragged him to a janitors closet and got on your knees in front of him. when he asked why, you simply said it was because he was cute, and because you were tired of the assholes that followed you everywhere.

nerdy!heeseung

who had to stop his loud moans with the back of his hand as you sucked him off. who apologized everytime his hips rammed into your thorat making you gag around his cock.

nerdy!heeseung

who thought it would be a one time thing, not knowing he'd be back in that closet more often.

nerdy!jay

who was invited to a party by his friend, and had no idea where to start. standing in the middle of the house's living room shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. how his hands played with each other unsure what to do at all. the way his eyes immediately found you through the crowd of people, staring at your figure in pure amusement.

nerdy!jay

who had enough courage to tell you he was a virgin when you invited him to talk. he was surprised when your face lightened up at the fact, cocking an eyebrow at you. the way his hands shyly grabbed your hip when you startled his lap, rocking your body back and forth while kissing his neck. you were bold, but he liked it.

nerdy!jake

who was just way too shy to interact with anyone really. his cute habit of fixing his glasses when he was nervous made you approach him, giggling at his confused expression. a cute and popular girl talking to him? bullshit.

nerdy!jake

who always had messy hair which got even messier when you had him squirming under the touch of your hands in an empty classroom. he tried pushing, kicking, biting you away, but you wouldn't budge. he was sooo sensitive, it was embarrassing. you cooed him every time a sob would leave his pretty mouth, telling him it was okay. everything about him made you want to ruin his good boy aura.

nerdy!sunghoon

who was always at the back of the classroom scribbling notes to study when he got home. who always made sure to put his glasses in their little pouch before walking out of class for any inconvenience.

nerdy!sunghoon

who you came to find out had a very beautiful voice that complimented his way of moaning. how his hands would go anywhere but your head as you took in his dick whole in your mouth. the way he looked away when you grabbed his left hand and placed it yourself on top of your own hair. the way he said it was too much and that he was dried out, but still cummed twice just for you.

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[romantichomicide95]

KINKTOBER-AKI HAYAKAWA/FREE SPACE

pairing: aki hayakawa x reader

warnings: 18+. spanking.choking. p in v. fingering. oral (f!receiving). female anatomy. slight praise kink. multiple positions. drunk sex. drinking. smoking. slight rough sex.

notes:how is this my first time writing for him and this is the longest thing i’ve ever written? please. also if it’s ooc im sorry. and i finished this at 1am so don’t come for me with the end.

word count-> 2k

kinktober masterlist / taglist

“Here.” You say throwing the pack of cigarettes at your roommate, Aki. He had come home from work moments ago, and you’d realized you’d forgotten to do the one thing you’d promised him…buy him a new pack of beer and cigarettes. He’d gotten a little pissed, which wasn’t unlike him after a shitty day at work as a Devil Hunter, so you let it slide.

Mostly because you so conveniently drank the last beer in the fridge, so you’d had to run to the corner store for both.

“Thanks." Aki said, taking the cigarettes and beer. He looked at you with his normal stoic expression, yet his dark eyes held a flicker of gratitude.

"Sorry I got so pissed before. I had a rough day.” He looks over at you. Your hair is down today and you look really good. He thinks you always look good. Your figure, the way you dress just a little bit revealing. He thinks you do it on purpose to drive him crazy. You’d had sex before, the perks of having a hot roommate, but it had only been a few drunken nights…much like this one.

“It’s cool. I’m sorry I forgot. My memory’s kind of on the fritz lately.” You say, taking a beer and settling down next to him on the couch.

"Yeah, whatever. I’m over it ." Aki says, taking the beer from you. His attention seems to be locked on you, he can't help but stare at your lips. The way they pout ever so slightly. “Let’s just forget about it." He adds, looking away.

“Alright. Deal.” You say, smiling at him. You turn the TV on to some random show and you both sit in comfortable silence watching TV and drinking beers, you make it through the pack quite quickly.

Eventually, Aki grabs his cigarettes and stands up, walking outside towards the balcony for a smoke. You follow behind him.

Aki lights a cigarette, and watches you as you walk towards him, your hips swaying slightly. He can't help but admire the way your body moves. You’ve got such a great body, he thinks to himself.

"Can’t believe you’re drunk already” He says, taking a drag.

“And you’re not?”

“I’m not as much of a lightweight as you." He says. He takes another drag from his cigarette and looks at you.

You giggle slightly, “That’s true.” You take a step towards him, a slight sway in the way you walk thanks to the affects of alcohol. “I think you like me when I’m drunk though.” You tease.

"Maybe." He says, his voice low and husky. His eyes are locked onto yours, admiring the way they sparkle under the dim light of the balcony.

He takes another drag from his cigarette, watching as smoke billows around you.

You wave your hand in the smoke, willing it to disappear. “I think I’m a fun drunk.” You say with a cute little pout.

"Yeah, you're fun." He says, his voice a little deeper from the affects of the booze. “As long as you don’t puke on me." He says, with a slight chuckle, taking another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the darkneses.

“Hey!” You yell, swatting his arm. “That was one time.” You say in defense. With a playful grin you lean against the balcony railing. The cool breeze brushing against your face.

“I'm kidding." He says, with a smug smile. “Let's go back inside." He takes another drag from his cigarette and then stubs it out on the railing of the balcony.

You follow him inside, the glow of the TV illuminating the room. You lean against the kitchen counter, watching as he grabs another beer from the case.

“Want another?” He asks, extending a beer filled hand to you.

You hop up on the counter, opening your beer and taking a sip. “See, I think you’re trying to get me even more drunk.” You tease, a playful smile graving your lips. “Cause you like me drunk.”

"Maybe." He says, shrugging. He steps closer to stand directly in front of you, looking you up and down as you sit on the counter. He looks in your eyes for a second, before leaning up to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard behind your head. His shirt slightly lifts and your eyes trail along his stomach, admiring his physique.

“Like what you see?" He, asks catching you staring, his voice low. He takes a chip from the bag and pops it into his mouth, watching you closely.

The tension between you is palpable. “Maybe I do.” You shrug. He takes a step closer, setting the bag of chips down next to you. You instinctively spread your legs apart, giving him access to step between them.

“You’re drunk.” He says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His voice is low and husky and the rich tones make your body shiver.

“So what if I am?”

“Well, if you're drunk, then maybe you don't care."He moves closer to you, your bodies slightly touching. One of his hands reaches resting on your thigh, just barely above the hem of your shorts. “Maybe you want me too."

“Want you to what?” You ask, feigning innocence.

You can feel the heat from your bodies emanating between you. Electricity funnels through you both, a magnetic pull of your bodies. Aki’s hand moves higher up your thigh, closer to the heat between your legs. “Do things that we shouldn't be doing right now."

You suck in a breathe as his hand moves higher and your heartbeat picks up. Your gaze falls from his eyes to linger on his lip before you’re looking back at his eyes again. You say nothing, the electricity surging through your body renders you momentarily speechless.

Aki senses this as his hand finally stops to rest at your hips. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

All you can do is bite your lip and nod as he leans in to brush his lips against yours. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He presses his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss, he pulls away to look at you. He smirks at the hunger he can see in your eyes before he leans in to kiss you again.

This kiss is deeper, his tongue traces the edges of your lips seeking permission to enter before sliding inside.

He pulls away slightly, his piercing blue eyes looking through you as a smirk grows on his face. “You taste like beer.”

“So do you.” You say, breathless and eager. You lean in brushing your lips against his again. He pulls you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a hard rough kiss. A kiss filled with hunger, and intense desire.

Aki’s hands navigate the curves of your body, until he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head. He admires your body for a second before he’s kissing you again. Your hands travel up his back, gliding your fingertips over his muscles until you reach his hair, gently tugging at the dark strands.

His hands move to your waistband, undoing the button and zipper with quick movements. He pulls your shorts and panties off. Exposing that beautiful sight of your naked pussy. You spread your legs further, and it’s like a beacon calling to him. “Fuck you’re so wet..." he murmurs before he’s down on his knees and diving in, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips.

You let out a soft moan, tugging his hair as he licks and sucks at your heat. His hands grip the flesh of your ass, holding you steady as he devours you. “Fuck…taste so good.” He says, tasting the sweetness of your juices that mingle with the taste of beer on his tongue.

He’s intoxicated. Your taste mixed with the pretty little moans that escape your lips as you tug his hair, is driving him insane. His fingers slip inside you, moving in rhythm with his tongue.

You rut your hips up, chasing more of his tongue as you clench around his fingers. He smiles slightly against your skin, before his tongue is flicking at your clit. He thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that causes you to moan louder.

“Aki…F-fuck…gunna cum.”

“Cum for me." He murmurs against your skin. His fingers move faster, his tongue whipping around your clit. He can feel it happening, the way your body tenses up, the way you moan his name over and over again. “That’s right..." he says as you explode around him, your juices dripping down his face and covering his fingers.

He pulls back slightly, looking at the mess he's made of you. The way your pussy glistens is amazing. He leans in again, licking up every last drop of your cum from your body. His tongue traces along your sensitive parts, making you gasp and arch into him.

“Aki, please…” You beg, all you can think about now is how bad you want him inside you. He leans in to kiss you, you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Please what?" He whispers, his hands tracing up your thighs. His eyes are locked onto your body, the way you're shivering under his touch. The thought of being inside you now is driving him crazy. “Fuck you?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can do that.”

You reach down, helping him to take his pants off as your lips meet again. “So fucking eager.” He groans against your lips as his cock springs free. His hands grip your ass, pulling you against him as his cock slowly sinks inside you.

Soft groans escape him as he feels your gummy walls tighten around his cock, the feeling is almost too intoxicating.

“Best fucking pussy. God, feels so good.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in again, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your entire body shiver with pleasure. “Ahh fuck, love this pussy so much.” He moans again, his hips moving faster now. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady.

He groans again, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The way your pussy clings to him, the sound of your bodies slapping together, it’s almost too much for him. It’s taking everything in him not to cum right there.

"I can't...fuck..." He pulls out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and needy. “Get down and turn around.”

You oblige, bending over and spreading yourself open for him. He admires your ass, round and firm begging for his touch before he gives it a good slap. Causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain.

He steps closer thrusting inside you from behind, unable to control his movements. His hands grip your hips again, holding you steady as he fucks you hard moving you in sync with his rhythm. He slaps your ass again, admiring the handprint left behind.

“Fuck, come here.” He says turning you around again, he lifts you up with ease and carrys you to the couch. Laying you down and lining himself with your entrance again, he thrusts inside you again. His hips move faster, his cock hitting your service everytime he enters your lush walls.

He comes down to kiss you again, trailing his lips down your body before taking a hard nipple into his lips. His tongue moves around the bud and it causes your moans to become louder. You rut your hips up into his, your nails digging into his back as his thrust become more erratic.

He can feel something start to boil inside him, a coil in his stomach ready to explode. “C-can’t hold on much longer…gunna cum.”

“Cum inside me Aki, fill me all the way up.” You moan, breathlessly in his ear. Those words alone cause him to let go, as he shoots his seed inside you, filling you up.

He rides his orgasm out, before collapsing on top of you. You both lay breathless and sweaty.

After awhile he leans up on his hands above you, kissing you on the forehead and looking in your eyes.

You take a deep breath. Carding your fingers through his hair, stifling a giggle. “Told you that you liked me when I was drunk.”

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[dckweed]

NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

in which gator tillman and his arranged bride figure out life and each other and what a real relationship means to them.

warnings: mentions and depictions of abuse, mentions of bruises, arranged marriages, romance, humor, dead parents, slow burn relationship (not completely but not not), basically we know the tillman men are asswipes so i 100% see Roy forcing gator into this kind of situation for money for his militia, eventual smut with kinks such as thigh riding, gun play, choking, spanking, lots of marking and possible spit play.

okay don't ask how i got this out so fast, im literally so fuckin obsesessed with this series right now.

series masterlist here, series playlist here.

PART THREE: the weekend

thursday.

“What in the hell did you put me up to?” Gator’s voice rings out across the barn a couple of hours later. You wince, hearing the anger swirling under the tense tone as his footsteps thunk closer to you across the wooden floor. You’re still facing Bubbles, trying to get her untacked but it’s not easy when you don’t have a step ladder, you didn’t check if there was one in the trailer when you left and you didn’t feel right going snooping around the Tillman barn, afraid it might get you in trouble. 

“It’s just a few days,” You roll your eyes, grateful that he can’t see you because something tells you that the Tillman didn’t take kindly to bratty behavior like eye rolling. Not married yet or not, you were pretty much belonged to Gator now in the eyes of society in Stark County, nobody would bat an eye if he reprimanded you for it. “And i put us up to it, genius.” 

“Well gee, Pearl, you could have fuckin’ consulted me first, dontcha think?” He’s right next you in the stall now, his much larger hands moving yours out of the way as he could actually see over the top of your horse to undo all of her stuff. “Why the hell would i want to spend my weekend babysitting my sisters?” 

You scoff, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. You roll your eyes again and you know he sees you as his eyes narrow. “Ya know what asshole, you’re fuckin’ right!” You say, not going to put up with any of his damn attitude. “I shoulda slid right off my horse, left your daddy right out there in the field and come find you just to ask if it was okay.” He opens his mouth to retaliate, or maybe to tell you off for cursing at him or getting cross with him. “I may be younger than you but i’m still an adult, Gator, i’m gonna be your wife not your fuckin’ kid, don’t ever expect me to wait and ask your fuckin’ permission to do shit unless it’s necessary. That isn’t how this is goin’ to work.” 

He doesn’t say anything but pulls the saddle off of the horse with a huff and you turn on your heel, leading her out of the stall and out to the trailer. Gator stands in the stall for a moment after you’ve gone, listening to the clip clop of the horses hooves as you guys go. He closes his eyes for a second, readjusting the weight of your heavy ass saddle before guiltily following you along. You weren’t wrong, he was being an asshole. He hated being wrong, and he hated apologizing even more but he couldn’t let you go around stomping your feet and being mad at him all damn weekend, something told him that probably wasn’t in his best interest. And besides, he did actually feel bad for snapping at you like that, you didn’t deserve it. He did like seeing you get all riled up like that though, the storm that started brewing in your eyes..it was a nice change from your normally friendly and people pleasing personality. He liked that you obviously knew how to stand up for yourself too.  

The door of the trailer was open by the time he had finally meandered his way out of the barn, and he can hear you getting the horse settled into it. He makes quick work of putting the saddle into the back of your Jeep, closing the door and making his way to the trailer. He watches you, one arm braced against the metal door as his eyes follow your movements. You pat your horse on her long nose and then turn around, hands on your hips as you step down onto the ground of the driveway. 

You’re staring up at him expectantly, chewing your plump bottom lip with your hands on your hips. It took all the will power he never knew he had not to put his thumb on your fucking mouth, stopping you from what you surely couldn’t have realized was a surprisingly sinful act. He licks his chapped lips, looking off to the side before sighing. “I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole.” He says quietly, brown eyes searching your face for any sort of reaction. “I shouldn’t have snapped at ya like that..” 

Your face softens and something close to a smile graces the corners of your mouth as you push his chest lightly, your hands no longer defensively on your hips. “Apology accepted.” You say, meaning it. You had forgiven him the moment you had snapped at him too, you knew he was just as new to this whole situation as you were, you guys were still learning one another, that wasn’t any excuse to be yelling at each other but it was a reason to never let it happen again without at least trying to talk first. “But i’m not sorry for snappin’ back at you. You deserved it.” 

He laughs, a genuine, hearty sound coming from his throat and brings a hand up to muss your hair as he helps you close up and lock the trailer. “Alright..suppose we better go get that lunch you were talkin’ about earlier and then go pack up your stuff for the weekend.” The sun was fully up now, and even though it was only nine thirty in the morning, and he had all of an hour and a half of sleep under his belt, he was ready for lunch with you, and he was ready to get his dad and his wife out of the fuckin’ house so he could maybe relax just a little bit, maybe get a few more hours of sleep..

After a small squabble about who’s going to drive the Jeep you’re pulling up to the curb of Gator’s favorite diner in town, and he’s letting out a breath of relieved air as he steps foot on the ground. 

“Oh stop bein’ so dramatic!” You laugh walking side by side with him up to the door of the busy diner. He had spent the whole ten minute drive with one hand braced on the back of your seat and the other braced on the dash, telling you to slow down or to not hit your brakes so damn hard or to stop taking corners so fast and sharp with a damn horse trailer attached to you. You rolled your eyes after every comment, but found them more and more endearing as you heard the actual fear in his voice. That wasn’t the first time a boy had been scared to be in your passenger seat before. 

“Stop bein’ such a bad fuckin’ driver!” He retaliates, brown eyes wide as he holds open the door of the diner for you, you cackle and duck under his arm, breathing in his cologne and the smell of that damn fruity ass vape that he keeps puffing on. “You’re a menace to the road, Pearl, i swear!” 

He hears you mocking him and pushes the back of your head gently as the two of you find an empty space in the busy restaurant, a booth in the back corner next to windows where the light shines in. He insists on taking the side of the booth that faces the rest of the diner, wanting to have a good view of any potential danger (though he doesn't tell you that). 

A friendly waitress sidles up to the table as the two of you settle, you giggling after he mutters something more about your driving. “Mornin’ Gator, miss.” She says, nodding at the two of you. She’s plump and motherly, her hair brown and curly. You can tell from the smile on her face that she clearly knows the boy across the table from you. “Coffee for you, hon?” 

“Yes Ma’am,” Gator nods, one of the friendliest looks you’d seen in your whole short time of knowing him on his face as he looked up at her, his brown eyes filled with warmth you hadn’t seen towards anyone before. “And..i’m feeling lunchy today, how about a patty melt and fries, please?” You realized he must come here pretty often if the waitress knew his coffee order, and he didn’t need a menu to order. 

“You got it Gator,” She says warmly, turning to you next. “And for your..friend?” 

“Fiance, actually.” He says before you have the chance to speak, you’re stunned for a moment and so is the woman. This is the first time anyone outside of your families and the people directly involved with the wedding planning had been told that you guys were technically engaged, your face flushes as the realization and the weight of the title actually being out in the open for the first time. 

You can tell that she wants to ask more questions by the furrow in her brow and the hesitation before she clears her throat, but she thankfully doesn’t pry any farther. “And for your fiance?” 

You give a sheepish smile, that quickly turns to a deep rooted frown when the friendly woman tells you that they don’t stock flavored coffee creamers, or serve iced coffee. “Dr. Pepper then,” You say, the smile returning back to your face as Gator makes a mental note to stop by the local coffee shop for you on the way back to the Augastine ranch. “And I’ll do chicken tenders, with fries please!” 

She gives a smile and says she’ll be back soon, as soon as she gone Gator cracks up laughing at you. “What?” You pout, and he only shakes his head at you, causing your pout to deepen. “It’s not nice to laugh at people, is there dirt on my face? Gator!” The way you whined his name struck a different kind of chord in him and he quickly stopped laughing, shaking his head as he situated himself in his seat. 

He knew most men would have found the whining annoying but it was clear you didn’t do it on purpose, and it sent a tingle down his spine when you said his name like that. “Flavored coffee creamer?” You roll your eyes and kick him under the table, which only makes him laugh more. 

You had to admit, you liked how young and happy it made his face look when he laughed, and you wished he would do more of it. 

A couple of hours tick by as the two of you sit in your cozy little booth in the diner, eating and bickering and laughing at each other as customers come and go around you. He was sweet in his own rugged, rough way, your own personal diamond in the rough. You didn’t mind, it just meant you could have fun chipping away at him and softening him up around the edges. The more you got to know him over the past week, the more you started to think that maybe this marriage thing wouldn’t be so horrible. You could both learn to love each other over the years, and who knows, maybe you would fall in love in the way that all those people in the movies did. You had always wanted a silver screen romance..

Gator pays for the both of you before you can even dig your credit card out of your stupid little purse, which causes you to pout. “Hey, I was the one that asked you to come eat!” You argued and boy just sighs, giving you a pointed look that clearly said to shut the fuck up. You pout but don’t push on the matter, letting him steal the Jeep keys off of the table top as you slide off of your fluffy, overstuffed bench. 

“Alright, lets go pick up your stuff for the weekend and drop your trailer off,” He had work tonight again and he was hoping to get a couple extra hours of sleep in before his father left. The nights were always longer when he was tired, but he wasn’t going to complain. Gator loved his job. 

You follow him through the crowded diner, staying right underfoot. You hadn’t realized before but people were staring at the two of you, it made your cheeks flush when eyes bored into you as you walked and nervously, you grab onto the back of his shirt. He stiffens beneath your touch, and cranes his neck to look at you, eyebrows furrowed under the brim of his hat. “People are staring.” You whisper, he purses his lips and looks around before shrugging as you get closer to the door. “Why are they staring?” You weren’t used to attention like that, and you were afraid that somehow it would get back to Boyd that you were here with Gator and you would somehow get in trouble for it, fiance or not. 

“Because i’m the Sheriff’s son, and this is the first time i’ve been out in public with my fiance.” He says, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Sherry probably went and spread the word while we were eating, it’s no big deal Pearlie, the whole town was gonna find out one way or another.” He pushes the door of the diner open with one hand, and with the other he grabs your hand off the back of his shirt, using his grip to push you in front of him out the door. 

“I figured they would have done an announcement in the paper or somethin’ by now.” You mutter, hands in your pockets as you walk side by side to the jeep with him. You don’t argue when he opens the passenger side door for you, but you do give him a shit eating grin as you step up onto the running boards to climb in. 

“Yeah, well, they’re probably leaving that up to us too.” He mutters as he closes your door and quickly walks around the front end. You thought it was rather sweet of him, opening the doors for you, but you wouldn’t say anything, you didn’t want to freak him out. He wastes no time in pulling away from the diner, casually driving your car with one hand while the other rested on the gear shift on the center console. 

You studied his hand, how much bigger than the gear shift knob it was, you could barely fit your own around it but his smothered it, leaving no trace of it under his palm. His thick fingers tensing and untensing around it, as if he were squeezing it like a stress ball. You bite your lip, looking up as the car comes to a stop and he throws it in park. “What are we doing?” You ask, noticing him lifting his ass out of the seat out of the corner of his eye, shoving his hand in his pocket. 

“You ask a lot of questions, you know?” He quips, grabbing a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet holding it out towards you. You simply stare at it, and then lift your big ass, curious eyes to stare at him. He sighs, sagging against the seat. “Go in and get your damned flavored coffee, felt bad they didn’t have it at the diner..” 

You feel your cheeks start to flush, and though you were tempted to argue and tell him he didn’t need to stop, you felt yourself unbuckling your seatbelt because that was just too damn sweet. You start to get out of the car, grabbing your purse when he clicks his tongue at you, shoving his hand at you again. You decide it’s best not to argue, you don’t want to annoy him anymore than you clearly already do without meaning to, you take it, using the grip on his hand to pull him across the console. You kiss his cheek sweetly, pulling away with a smile. “Thank you..” You say, turning and jumping from the Jeep as quickly as you could without hurting yourself. 

Gator is stunned by the show of affection, his neck flushed red from the interaction. He shakes his head, fighting back the smile on his face by putting his vape to his mouth as he watches you happily skip into the fucking coffee shop. “She’s gonna be the death of me..” He grumbles to himself, running a hand down his face after breathing out the fruity flavored vape that he filled his lungs with. 

You’re grateful that he’s with you when you go home because you can sense Boyd’s mood before you can see him, the house is still and quiet, the girls off at school for the day, the nanny is not needed until this afternoon. You walk through the front door with Gator laughing about the way he had narrowly avoided a hoof to his head when he was walking with Bubbles, you giggle at him as he exaggerates the scene that you had had your back turned to, shaking your head as you start for the stairs. 

“Where have you been?” His voice is cold and sends a shiver down your spine. You stop in your tracks, one hand on the bannister and turn to face him. You don’t dare look at him, but you put a complacent smile on your face nonetheless. You can feel Gator behind you, his hands sliding into his pockets much like they were on the first time he had been to your so-called home. 

“I was on that ride with Roy,” You say, calling Gator’s father by his name, he tenses behind you at the mention of the man, and you’re tempted to glance up at him and offer him a comforting smile. “And we got to talking about the wedding and what not and how i would like his girls to be in it, and he thought it would be a great idea,” You’re starting to babble, and you begin to worry that your words aren’t making any sense because of the way that his face changes. “So now Gator and I are here to pack up a bag for me because we’re going to be watching his sisters while their parents are gone for the weekend..” 

“We stopped and got an early lunch first,” Gator steps in, you feel his hand on your lower back and it brings a sense of calmness to you for some strange reason. “She was hungry..sorry, i shoulda had her call you or somethin’ didn’t mean to make you worry, Sir..” 

Boyd is quiet for a long beat, his jaw ticking like it does when he’s angry and trying not to show it. You swallow back your fear knowing that you’re safe with Gator here. 

“When will you be back?” He narrows his cold eyes at you, they hold no emotion other than the contempt that you know he feels for you, and that makes you nervous for what you’ll endure when you come home Monday afternoon, but grateful for the time you’ll have away. 

“I’ll be back Monday afternoon, after his parents come home.” You say, tired of the conversation and no longer wanting to be involved. You turn and start heading up the stairs, knocking Gator’s hand from your back as you leave without being dismissed, something you’re sure you’ll hear about next week. “See you then.” 

Gator is quick to follow behind, giving your step father a friendly smile as he clambers up the stairs behind you. “What was that all about?” He asks in a hushed voice as he follows onto the second floor landing. 

You shake your head and walk past your sisters’ room and farther on to yours, locking the door behind you. You don’t notice the way Gator’s eyebrows pinch when he notices you’ve barricaded yourselves in the room by locking it. 

“He’s an asshole.” Is all you say, shrugging off the encounter before heading to your closet to find your suitcase. 

When you come out you see Gator with his hands in his pockets again, looking around your bedroom, the one area of the house that was completely and utterly you. Pink and red accents, white frilly lace..teddy bears and fluffy pillows and blankets..the room was so..you. He had gotten his attention caught to a smattering of photo frames on your big white dresser, all of them held you in them, smiling that big beautiful smile of yours (sometimes it would be reaching your eyes, lighting them up happily, but most times it wasn’t), all of them held different people, your sisters mostly, and whom he assumed was a friend from school, a tall brunette with killer legs in a bikini with her arms around you. There was another guy in the photo too that he tried not to be jealous of, but he had his arm around your waist and was grinning down at the two of you as you guys stood on a dock in front of a boat. He loved how happy you looked there in that moment, like your mind wasn’t laden with such heavy burdens like planning a wedding you were legally bound to, or dealing with a clearly tense situation with your step father. His favorite picture though, was one of you and an older woman, your mama, he assumed. You were laughing in the photo a mess of birthday cake frosting smeared across your cheek and some pink tinsel in your hair. The silver balloons behind you said ‘15’. 

“That’s my mama..” You said, sliding up behind him. He jumps, slightly scared. “That’s the only picture i have left of her..Boyd has all the rest, wont let me see ‘em. I think they’re up in the attic somewhere.” You sniff a little, trying not to cry as you turn away, hands on your hips. “Right, lets get this stuff together.” 

After about an hour or so you’ve stuffed the whole suitcase with more clothes than you really need for an entire weekend, Gator had lightened the mood by teasing you when you tried to hide your panties and bras as you packed them, telling you it’s not like he hadn’t seen any before, and he would be seeing yours for the foreseeable future, and then making you laugh at his genuine confusion at your array of shampoos and body washes in the your shower. 

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re one of those 3 in 1 off the shelf at the grocery store kinda guys..” You laugh, looking at him looking at the four different bottles of soaps in his hands. “Please tell me you use something that costs more than ten dollars on your hair! It’s too pretty not to use cheap crap!” You hadn’t really meant to call his hair pretty out loud, but it really was pretty, you couldn’t deny it.

He doesn’t mention it though and instead looks up at you bewildered. “Are you tellin’ me you spent more than twenty dollars on all this crap combined?” He asks, completely in awe. “Oh my god Pearlie, please tell me you’re not gonna be breakin’ my bank on fuckin’ shampoo- it’s shampoo!” 

The two of you burst out in laughter after a moment and you deemed it best not to tell him how much you spent on hair care quite yet, afraid that he would have an aneurysm if you did. He’s gentlemanly enough to help you carry the suitcase back out to the Jeep. 

He even carries it into his daddy’s house for you, and up the stairs where he shows you his bedroom. He tosses the case unceremoniously onto his bed, where it bounces. You look around for a moment, eyebrows raised as you take in the scenery. It was messier than you had imagined, but it smelled so much like him and his damn vape that you couldn’t help but to take a deep breath of air. The room wasn’t too big, and his queen sized bed took up most of the space, the rest of it littered with his clothes on the floor and posters on the wall..you noticed some trophies on a shelf that you would have to ask about later. 

“It’s not much, and it’s usually not so messy..” He says, you think he might be a little embarrassed by the red flush of his cheeks. “I’m sorry you have to sleep in here with me, but it’s better than the couch or crashing on the floor in the girls’ room..” 

“I don’t mind, Gator..” You say, giving him a little smile as you turn to face him. “It’s a fuckin’ pig stye though.” You laugh and he follows suit, nodding along with you. You had a pretty good idea of what you would be doing to keep yourself busy while Jessica and Maude were at school tomorrow, or until they would come home this afternoon. 

The rest of the early afternoon was spent with Karen giving you a run down of the girls’ schedules and how to feed them and dress them. Something about the woman irritated you to your core, maybe it was the way she clearly held nothing but disdain for her step son, or maybe it as the way that she spoke to you like you were stupid and couldn’t possibly be capable of taking care of her children, either way, it made your eye start to twitch the more you thought about it. 

You were grateful when Roy seemed to have finally had enough of hanging around after he had dutifully packed their bags into his old chevy and got a little snappy with his wife, who quickly scurried out of the door. He gave you a friendly squeezed of your shoulder, his giant hand engulfing your shoulder, before mentioning something to Gator in hushed tones that seemed to only upset the boy as his voice turned tense and cold and his back stiffened like it did earlier in the day. 

The house was quiet once the door shut, creepily quiet once the old Chevy had meandered it’s way out of the gates of the house and down the road of the ranch. You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, not quite sure what to do with yourself as you kept your eyes on your fiance. He’s watching out the windows next to the door, his back muscles still tense. You wondered if he would be upset with you if you asked what his father had said, if you asked if he was okay. You decide against it though. “Gator?” You ask, your voice soft, small and quiet. He hums in response, hands on his hips as he glances back at you. “Shouldn’t we go pick up the girls?” You noticed it was nearing time for school for your own sisters  to be out, and while Gator’s went to a private christian school you figured they probably had the same start and out times as your sisters’ school. “It’s almost three..” 

“Yeah..” He runs a hand down his face, clearing his throat. “Yeah, let’s get going.” 

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[painfulstretch]

idea/fantasy: i’m your overdue trans guy roommate. i share everything with you not knowing about your kink. i’ve started complaining about how sick I am of being pregnant, eventually you give into temptation and offer your help. you use teas and herbs and massages to jumpstart my labor. i comply happily, appreciating the help, and am even excited when i feel the first light contractions, i even have you time them to figure out when i should head to the hospital. i have no idea what i’m in for. 12 hours later im still in our apartment, totally at your mercy. i realized far too late why you’d been so eager to assist, and now i’m stuck on the bathroom floor trying to bring a 12lb baby to crown. i’m shouting and crying hysterically as each push wrenches me open, and there’s still a massive bulge sitting just inside. i’ve long given up on begging, the only help you’ll give is to hold my thighs wide apart so you can enjoy the show.

fuckkk anon, that sounds like the dream. getting the chance to see your huge belly everyday would already be great - i'd always be watching you, seeing how your struggle grows everyday, how you're constantly rubbing circles into your aching back and strained bump, hurting all over even before the contractions first started.

i have to bite my tongue when you say you're sick of being pregnant. i would love to see you like this a little longer, just to see how much more weight you'd be able to carry on your slim hips. but i also can't deny i'm excited for your labor. the desire to see you scream out your baby is far stronger than the wish to see you pregnant. so i help you kickstart your labor, and fuck the sight of you doubling over, moaning and panting in pain, every time a contraction hits, is just exquisite.

you're too busy riding out the waves of pain to notice my grin as i time your contractions and announce how short the pauses become, getting closer and closer to the real deal. i reach over to touch your massive belly every now and then, you lean into my hand not yet realising that it's not the touch of a friend trying to be supportive but more akin to a predator toying with its prey. i can't get enough of feeling your bump contracting harshly, and hearing you moan and grunt.

i keep up the act for so long, i start to internally laugh at your naive nature. only when you say it's time to go to the hospital and i flatly deny it, do you become suspicious. suspicion turns to nervousness when you insist and i still don't comply, and then slowly morphs into panic, the clearer it becomes i'm serious and not just playing a mean joke. you become frantic, your words become pleading. i find i enjoy it massively. you've sunken to your knees, the contractions too strong to stay standing, and you're clutching your distended, rippling belly, tears forming in your eyes. you're begging, you're begging for quite some time. you cry, panicked, when i force my fingers inside you to check your dilation - you're dilating fast.

it takes hours until you give up and surrender to your fate of being my own personal entertainment. by now you're too deep into labor to try and argue anymore anyway. your panting and moaning has turned to screaming and sobbing. transition was definitely one of my favorite things to witness - the most painful part of labor. the way you shrieked and thrashed, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. it lasted almost two hours, and i was thrilled the entire time, couldn't take my eyes off you for a single moment. i was kind of disappointed when it was over and you calmed down a little to take a breather. i decided you needed a proper birthing place - if you kept doing it here, our fine carpet might get dirty with your fluids. i dragged you to your feet, forcing you to walk to the bathroom despite the unbearable pressure in your pelvis. gravity brought the baby down faster.

and now we're here, on the bathroom floor. we have been for several hours now. the head is truly enormous, that bulge is probably the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. your skin stretched taut, an angry bruised red, and your lips fluttering around the top of the baby's head, trying to open up enough to let it pass. you've been trying for so long and still can barely get it crowning. i'm surprised you even got it all the way to your lips through your narrow hips if i'm honest.

your shouting and crying is music to my ears. your trembling, sweating body and your face scrunched up in agony are what my dreams are made of. i've watched you for twelve hours already, i'll gladly watch you for another twelve, or even more. i don't want it to end. i'll wait until you've got the head to a crown - i want to see how you react to the famous ring of fire, i want to see you writhe and wail as the burning stretch reaches its widest, most agonizing point -, i'll let you have that feeling of success for a few minutes because i'm not a monster, despite what you may think right now, you know? you can feel happy about your accomplishment. and when you've had your share, i'll place my hand on your bulging pussy.

didn’t i say i'd love to see you pregnant a bit longer but prefer seeing you suffer through labor? well, i realised... why choose when i can have both? i'll place my hand on the baby's head and give it a nice gentle shove. oh, the scream you let out as that white hot pain sears through your nether region up into your entire body will be glorious

#stretch answers #birth kink #painful birth #difficult birth #labor pain #labor kink #birth denial #mpreg birth #mpreg #adding a read more cut because this turned out relatively long! lol #i just really loved this #thanks anon

[jamies-latex-lust]

Batman Beyond Quinnfatuated

After being knocked unconscious, Terry woke up, tied to a chair. Bruce had asked him to look into a gang of Harley Quinn impersonators. When he arrived at the scene, a gas had filled the air, making it harder to breathe. After that, Terry had felt something hard hit the back of his head and passed out.

“So, you’re the new Bats?” Came a voice.

Terry’s vision came back to him slowly, but he could tell the voice wasn’t from anyone around him.

“I gotta say, I love the new costume. Black and red! My colors!”

“Who’s there?!” Terry shouted, looking around.

With his vision back to what it was, he could see several figures standing around. All of them had red and black jester uniforms, white foundation and black domino masks. They all looked like Harley Quinn.

“Ooh, look, he’s awake,” one said.

“Our new recruit,” another said, with the same voice.

“You guys with the Jokerz out something?” Terry asked.

“‘Fraid not, puddin’,” Another voice said.

All the Harley Quinn “impersonators” started converging on Terry.

“I can’t wait to have fun with 'im,” one said.

“Me neither,” another said.

“Who’s in charge here?!” Terry demanded.

“Up here, suga!” The first voice said.

Terry looked up and saw a screen with Harley Quinn on it.

“Like it?” She asked. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. How do I still look so good this far into the future? Simple! I uploaded a copy of my mind as an AI! It’s not quite what Mr. J would’ve done, but I got my own way of doing things.”

The other Harley Quinn’s grabbed Terry. Their fingers felt closer than they should. That was when Terry realized, he’d been placed into one of the jester costumes as well.

“Wondering what I’m about to do?” AI Harley asked. “Simple! I’m about to turn you into another me, just like all these pretty girls here!”

The other Harley’s all began touching Terry all over.

“Not yet, girls,” AI Harley said. “I ain’t done my villain monologue.”

The other Harley’s backed off and one held up a powder puff.

“See that?” AI Harley asked. “We’re gonna powder your face full a my special foundation! It’ll change your body and mind to be just like me! Don’t worry though. We’ll be using an extra special kind. It’ll change ya slower. You’ll still be under our control, but your body won’t turn as fast. After all, once everyone on the planet is me, we’ll need to keep the Harley Quinn Race going somehow. That’s where your genes come in. Only the best for future generations!”

“Yeah, right,” Terry said, sarcastically.

As AI Harley talked, Terry used a Batarang to cut through the ropes tying him done. Terry leapt to his feet, shaking slightly from the high heels he’d been put in, and rushed off. Some of the Harley’s tried to block him, but he tackled them and kept running.

Terry tried to reach for his communicator, only to realize, “Right! They jacked my costume!”

He kept running through the lair, trying to find a way out. Behind him, he heard the sound of numerous high heels, too many to tell, coming after him.

As he turned one corner, he saw light coming from alter corner down the end of the hall. Terry rushed to that corner. If he could escape, he could warn Bruce and come up with a plan. Except…

Once he rounded the bend, he saw a dead end. The light has been nothing more than a screen. AI Harley was on it, blowing a raspberry.

“Fooled ya,” AI Harley said, gleefully. “But don’t worry. The girls will get ya soon. Then you’ll be just another one of me!”

Terry smashed the screen in frustration. The sound of high heels was louder now. Terry turned his attention to the sound.

A group of ten Harley’s was coming for him. Their arms interlocked, with their hands on their hips. Behind them, another group of Harley’s, blocking any gaps from the first group. Behind the second group was a third, and fourth. An entire platoon of Harley’s had him cornered.

But as Terry watched, his hormones changed his dismay to… attraction?

All of the Harley’s he could make out were smiling seductively at him. Their bodies were curvy in just the right ways. Their hips swaying do alluringly as they walked. Terry couldn’t deny it. He was turned on.

Despite all the Harley’s looking the same, there were small differences. Some had more black on their costume, some had more red.

The Harley’s furthest away from Terry had faces that almost looked like dolls, painted on. But they still looked so sexy.

In an instant, Terry’s hormones had made him lose the will to fight these women. It was pointless anyway. They had an unbreakable barrier he couldn’t get through. But, his hormones asked, why would he want to?

These Harley copies wanted to take him and make him just like then. He couldn’t deny such beautiful women. Terry slowly walked towards them, giving himself over to the army of Harley’s.

Satisfied that their hostage had given himself up, the copies all dragged him back, locking the door behind them. One took the key and dropped it down her costume, but it didn’t matter. Terry was theirs now, and he wouldn’t fight it.

“Good job, girls,” AI Harley said. “Now, I know what you all wanna do, so have at him!”

All of the Harley’s surrounded Terry. One grabbed him and kissed him on the cheeks, leaving a smudge of red lipstick. Another grabbed Terry and kissed him on the chin, this time, leaving black lipstick smudges.

Terry was passed around all the Harley’s, who all smothered him in smooches. By the time they were done, his whole face was covered in red and black lipstick.

“Oh, that’ll never do,” one of the Harley’s said.

“We need to get you all cleaned up,” another Harley said.

Terry was pushed on to the chair, and two Harley’s sat on each of his legs. Feeling their butt cheeks through the thin rubber uniforms got Harley’s hormones raging more.

The Harley’s held up powder puffs and smacked them against Terry’s face. Each smack covered him with more and more foundation.

Once they were done, the Harley’s placed a red and black jester hood on Terry’s head.

“How do you feel, puddin’?” AI Harley asked.

The foundation had started to affect Terry’s mind, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Still, with him having been seduced by them, Terry wasn’t about to disobey the army of Harley Quinn’s.

“Good,” Terry caps, as his voice took on a higher pitch and Harley’s signature accent.

“It looks like he feels more than just good,” one of the Harley’s said, pointing to the stretching costume.

“Girls, you know what it’s time to do!” Another Harley said.

The Harley copies took their newest member and began wiring their magic on him. Terry was placed in a special machine the Harley’s had built. The lower half was used to, as the Harley’s put it, “squeeze the rubber chicken”, until he was dried out. The upper half either let him see the Harley copies to help him, or showed a screen of a hypno disc while AI Harley further conditioned Terry’s brain.

After about a week, the process had ended, and Harley emerged from the machine, completely transformed.

Her sisters brought her a new uniform. After that, they powdered her face with more foundation, before applying her lipstick like they were painting a doll.

Harley tucked her blonde hair under her black and red hood and joined her sisters at their side.

She had become their doll, no, their marionette, like she wanted. They were happy, and she was happy.

“Now that Batman’s gone, I can change the whole world!” AI Harley laughed.

The army of Harley Quinn’s laughed with the AI.

In no time, the entire population would be changed into exact genetic copies of Harley Quinn. None would be leader, as they were all the same. The world would be perfect.

The world would be Harley Quinn.

(As a Batman Beyond fan, and as someone spellbound by that last Harley Quinn AI image, I had to write this. Feel free to post this on your deviantArt page if you’d like, Mistress Jamie.) - This is a wonderful piece darling, very good job!

#submission

[nctsplug02]

hi saw u accepting requests is it okay to ask for gym date (basically jaehyun dragging you to gym with him) you guys have separate trainers he got busy with his thing then suddenly a guy told u you're doing the wrong thing and offered to help only to see jaehyun standing at the back of the guy bc go get your girl! thank you <333

[10:01pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: kissing, flirting, working out, fingering, sexual talking and sexual touching.

you giggle and thank your husband when he holds the gym door open for you. “for the lady.” he says standing next to it like a solider. “thank you, kind sir.” you wink before heading it.

“alright,” you yelp when a smack is landed on your ass. “let’s go find our trainer.” he wraps his arm around your waist and drags you around the amazingly huge gym.

“we have our own gym at home and we decided to go—?”

“—to the gym with a personal trainer who’ll professional train us.” he cuts you off and finishes.

you sigh, “could’ve just hired them and invited them over to our gym.” you mumble and jaehyun hums. “found him— them?” you look where he’s at and you see two men standing by the weights.

he leads you to them and they immediately greet the both of you with handshakes. “so, this is albert. he’s a bit new and he’ll be helping y/n. is that fine?” you look at jaehyun before nodding. “perfect. alright, shall we start?” the four of you agree to starting so daniel, jaehyuns trainer, took jaehyun to do leg press.

and while you and albert. you were standing and waiting for alberts instructions. “alright, this is 20lbs, can you lift it?” you duck under the poll and you put your legs together before lifting it onto your shoulders. “ou, it’s light.” you say before squatting.

“ah,” he winces and you panic, quickly standing up and putting the bar back onto the holder. “did i hit you? step on your foot? bump into you?” he chuckles at your worried state. “nope, not at all, babe.” the nickname catches you off guard.

“okay—okay, stand with the bar above your shoulders again.” you duck until the bar is above your shoulders again. “now, spread your legs a bit.” you part your legs by a few inches and he chuckles.

you gasp and look down between your legs when feeling his hand above your knee. “j… ust a bit more.” he extends and finally he hand is moved from your thigh.

“alright, im gonna have you do at least fifteen. we need full on squats. start whenever you’re ready to.” you nod, gripping the bar more. fixing your fingers and shifting it above your shoulders.

you lifted it off the holder and you exhaled sharply before dropping down slowly and pushing back up. you do another one before being stopped.

“okay, you aren’t doing it correctly and that’s fine. i’ll show you how.” as you go to put the bar back onto the holder, a body is pressed behind you. “oh, i thought—?” he puts his hands on your hips and his head is near your left side.

“you weren’t going low as needed. you need to go lower to build more muscle in your legs so this is how low you’ll go.” you hesitate before lowly lowering yourself.

your ass pushing into his pelvis and you immediately shoot up. “you alright?” he asks you when noticing your panicked figure. “yeah, uh.. just personal space, y’know?” he nods and moves his hands up to your waist.

that was not the personal space you meant.

“let’s try it again. slower this time.” as you lower yourself you could feel something hard poke your ass. “i uh,” you quickly shoot up again and his hand slips off your waist. “maybe we should—?” you stumble to your left when feeling your arm being yanked.

you look up to see jaehyun. “we’re gonna cut this short today.” albert looks at you and jaehyun confused. “oh, why?” you look at albert then jaehyun then albert.

“alright, let’s cut the shit. you’re fired. stop touching my wife. stop trying to stick your dick in her. piss the fuck off.” albert watches as a grin grows on your face.

as jaehyun drags you out the gym, you cling onto his arm. “im sorry.” he unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

his silence scares you.

after he climbs in and exits the parking lot, he finally speaks. “why’re you apologizing, babe?” you chew your bottom lip. “because i didn’t speak up for myself.” you could his a soft laugh from him. “you don’t have to apologize, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. not a thing.”

he reaches over and places a hand on your thigh. “let’s just put our gym at home to use— m’kay?” you nod, placing your hand on his. “thank god.” he chuckles at your exaggeration.

your lips twitch as his hand moves closer towards your heat. two hearts heated from two different places.

your thighs squeeze more around his hand as he softly rubs your clothed pussy through your leggings. “i can feel how wet you are.” your eyes follow the street sign after jaehyun takes a different turn.

“w—we were supposed to then that way?” you point to the rig huff after he makes a left. “don’t worry.” he sounded like a kidnapper.

“spread your legs for me, baby.” he says patting your inner thigh. slowly, you spread your legs open. giving him for access to your pussy. “pull your leggings down.” you yank your jeans and panties down making jaehyun take several quick glances.

“fuck,” he mutters and shifts in his seat. he reaches down and rubs your slit. “oh, fuck.” he hisses and he feels your wetness just slather all over his fingers.

you gasp when he hits the brake after pulling into an empty area. “scoot your chair back, babe. make space for me.” you grab the handle and you push your chair back. jaehyun shuts the car off and climbs over the console to you.

his finger slips into your hole making you gasp lightly. “ahh,” he chuckles softly and groans. “look how easily my finger just slipped in. are you wet for me?” you nod, biting on your bottom lip. “just for you.”

“for who?” he puts a hand behind his ear.

“j—just you!” you squeal and he leans down. pressing a kiss on your lips.

it was always and only for him.

#ash talks #nctsplug02 #anon #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct 127 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut

[h0rnyfanficwriter]

Norman Osborn x fem! reader

Warnings: sexual references, swearing

a/n; this is my first Norman fic so pls be nice! :)

Working for Norman Osborn had its ups and downs, depending on the day he was either the most respectful, kind and caring boss or a complete monster. Today was a 'monster' day. You squinted at your computer screen attempting to figure out what meetings the forever-busy Mr Osborn had. A loud bang erupted behind you, and the sound of clicking on the PVC floor followed. You looked up to see a cold, angry Mr Osborn racing towards his office, you gathered up the papers on your desk and rushed behind him. "um-Good morning sir!", you tried to force positivity, "So, today you have 3 meetings-" you were cut off by a hand slammed quickly on the dark oak desk "leave it here and get me a coffee...please". His voice was monotone but his eyes looked at me pleading instead of the usual soul-ripping stare that was his normal on these days. "yes of course sir!" a big blush spread across your cheeks as you looked into his pleading eyes. You quickly dashed out of the office and steadied yourself on the office kitchen counter. You didn't know why but your cheeks were red and your legs were trembling beneath you. 'I've never felt like this before around him, the way I could've just stayed there in that office looking into those big eyes god I really must be sex deprived if I'm thinking this about him'. You rolled your eyes and started preparing his coffee 'I wonder what's wrong with him today' Whenever he has these days he would just stay cooped up in his office and avoid everyone so there was no chance he'd be telling you what's up.

 You knock and enter his office, He is on the phone passive agressivly arguing with the person on the other end. You place the coffee down quietly he responds with a nod and then shoos you away, you gladly accept the coldness not wanting to elevate the strange thoughts you had been having about him today. 

You were on the verge of falling asleep your head in your hands, drool pooling at the corner of your lips. "[y/n] !" A snapping voice scared you awake. You jolted up to see a growingly angry Norman Osborn "Stop sleeping and follow me I need you to accompany -me to my meetings, you need to take notes". He had returned to the soul-ripping stare and you melted beneath him. "Y-yes sir" You stumbled up out of your chair grabbing a: notepad, pen and coat. 

After a silent, very awkward, elevator ride you both stood at the entrance

 in front of you was a black Rolls-Royce, the driver stood firmly next to the impressive car "Are you ok [y/n]", Norman broke you from your thoughts making you realise you had just been standing there mouth agape staring at the car. You give him a quick nod and you both shuffle into the car. The back is spacious and you glance around, your eyes rest on Norman who is looking nonchalantly out the window. His hair is neatly slicked back with small lighter streaks showing through the light brown hair his age is reflected beautifully. minutes into the journey the car pulls up abruptly as loud horns shout and flashes of cars crashing in front of us the quick stop made Norman fall on top of you. He catches himself before fully crashing into your face, you can smell his cologne it's rich and deep and dignified. you try to desperately inhale as much of the scent as I can 'god I can't do this, he's like 50, im being so weird but i cant get enough '. His eyes widened as he noticed the compromising position, how his arms were intertwined with yours and his hips were pulling the hem of my skirt up. He jolted upwards sitting stiff as a board readjusting his pristine suit and looking away franticly.

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Normans POV:

I was there lying on top of my assistant her eyes looking up at me changing from panic and fear to a face I couldn't recognise. I felt her breath on my collar 'What am I doing!?'. I pushed myself up quickly, I fidgeted with my suit as I could feel my cheeks and the tips of my ears heat up with a vivid rouge. 'I need to hide this' I turned towards the window trying to calm down. my heart was pounding in my chest ' I need to stop this nonsense' . 'No coward ,you need to take here right now in the back of this car!' the decrepit cackling rang in my ears 'No, it's not right, you're not right!'. I knew, he knew, that I have been interested in [y/n] for a while now ever since the office Christmas party when she showed up in that beautiful red dress and smiled at me. God that beautiful smile, the way it could light the darkest caves of my mind, the way it could silence the goblin for days leaving me is sweet bliss 

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After you had sat up your head was still spinning from the past 30 seconds the road had now cleared and the drive was going smoothly again. I looked over to Norman who was looking down at his lap with an angry scowl quietly muttering to himself 'what the fuck is he doing?' "Sir?" He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow and saddened eyes "Um-yes [y/n]?" he seemed unprepared to speak like he was lost in his thoughts. "Has everything been okay today? , something seemed wrong?" your worry for your boss was visible you looked intensely at his face searching for the slightest movement or expression to show his well-guarded inner thoughts.

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I looked up at [y/n], 'She cares?' I saw the worry spread across her face and tried to force a reassuring smile . " everything is okay [y/n], you don't need to worry about me" I breathed out heavily as she scooted closer towards me. I could smell the vanilla-scented perfume she wore and my face lit up, a genuine smile this time. " okay Mr Osborn, I'm here if you need to talk" She smiled that big bright smile and the cackling and darkness left, things were so much better when she was around. I didn't need her for these meetings I could have handled them fine but I wanted to see more of her and that gorgeous smile.

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We pulled up at the first meeting, another large grey company building the blush on my cheeks wore off as my face was pricked by the bitter November cold. We walked in and spent the next 3 hours listening to old businessmen drabble on.

7:30 pm, you walked through the doors of the final grey building your eyes barely open "Well that was fun" Norman piped up and rolled his eyes. you giggled eyes still closed. Through your limited vision, you can see your boss nervously fidgeting with his hands. "Um it's kind of late...do you want to get some dinner?" your head shoots up and you look at him surprised "We can use it to go over the meetings" his eyes soften as he looks into yours "That Would be nice, I'm starving anyway" you smile at him, looking deep into those watercolour eyes again and again you could stay there forever "so, where shall we go?"..

#norman osborn x reader #marvel #norman osborn #spiderman #willem dafoe

[doll-for-you-11]

Its dark. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Its cold. The only thing I can see is a little red light far away. I think I'm naked but I cant move my arms to tell for sure. Something is holding them behind my back. My legs are burning. How long have I been on my knees? Why do my nipples hurt? Is there something hanging off of them? Theres something dripping down my thighs. Am I wet? Everything feels so strange, the air feels thick, my mind is fuzzy.

I gasp. Something cold runs across my stomach. I can hear breathing. Someone is here, but I cant see. Now its running across my face. It feels like leather. Suddenly it slaps against my ass. I try to yelp but something is shoved down my throat. I gag. It tastes like rubber. I feel straps tightening around my face, holding it in my mouth. Its some kind of gag.

Its quiet again. All I can hear is my own ragged breathing. Each breath pulls on whatever is hanging from my nipples. It starts to hurt as my feeling comes back from whatever I was drugged with. Then white pain shoots through me. Gloved hands grip my tits harder than I thought possible. The metal clamps digging in as they grope me.

The hands move down, tugging on what I assume are the chains hanging from the clamps. I hear a low chuckle before a harsh slap hits my face.

My ears are ringing. I see a flash of light. The flick of a lighter. A can make out the silhouette of a large figure standing over me. He flicks the lighter a few more times. Walking around me. I hear a noise behind me. The lighter flashes again but the light stays this time. I see the shadow of the flame flickering. Moving closer to me from behind before i jump. A sudden burning hits the top of my tits. Just as the burning fades, it hits again, lower this time. Just above my already sore nipples.

He kneels in front of me. Close enough for me to make out the mask he's wearing. Black leather gloves holding a long red candle making me watch as the wax slowly drips before hitting my sensitive skin. Each wimper makes him chuckle as he continues until the candle is almost burnt out.

I can feel the hardened wax covering my chest and stomach where its dripped down. I shudder as he lowers a hand to the floor between my thighs. He brings his hand up again to whats left of the candle light where we can both see the wetness dripping between his fingers.

"So desperate" he says. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he blows out the candle leaving us in pitch black again. I feel him stand. A heavy boot brushes against my thigh. I feel a hand on my shoulder pushing me down until my thighs are spread and I feel leather on my dripping cunt. All he says is "grind slut".

I freeze. I can't possibly do something so degrading. But he grips my hair, a hand circling my throat. His hot breath on my ear. "I said, grind". He speaks calmly but his hand tightens on my neck threateningly.

I slowly slide my hips back and forth. Whimpering as I try not to gag on what I assume to be a dildo still down my throat. My hips jolt as my clit brushes the toe of his boot. Im so wet my cunt slides easily on the polished leather. "Faster". I do as I'm told. His hand loosening on my throat. I press down, grinding my hips. Suprised and disgusted by how good it feels.

I find the place that my clit gets the most pressure and begin circling my hips. For a moment I forget my situation and moan around the dildo before being snapped back to reality by a harsh tug to my hair. "Are you actually enjoying this? What a disgusting whore".

Its the most words I've heard him speak. I whimper again at his words, still moving my hips as he pulls his foot away.

"You've made a mess slut. Clean it up" I don't have time to question how before he presses my face to the floor. His shoe pressed to my lips. I start to lick my own juices off his shoe. When he's satisfied he pulls his foot away.

"Tell me what you want" I dont understand what he's asking and try to ask through my gag. "Don't play dumb you stupid cunt. You dont get that messy and wet unless you want cock. Now beg for it." My eyes have adjusted enough to be able to see his silhouette again. I shake my head only to earn another harsh slap.

My head spinning I try to speak, but the gag makes me sound like a pathetic mess. He laughs as I attempt to do as I'm told. He says he cant understand and slaps me again. This time I fall and he straddles me. Both hands circling my throat as he begins to choke me. My eyes widen in panic as I try to beg but the gag makes it impossible to make proper words.

As tears fall, I feel his hands loosen. They reach behind me. Flipping me onto my stomach, still underneath him as he removes the gag. Pressed face down he leans close to me again. "Enough playing around. Im going to flip you over, you are going to get back on your knees and you are going to beg me for my cock in every hole. Understand?". Shaking with tears pouring down my face I reply "yes sir". Its muffled by the concrete he's pressing me into but he must be satisfied because he stands, aggressively pulling me up by my hair and dragging me accross the room towards the red light. Until I can make out that its a camera.

My stomach sinks as I realize ive been being filmed this entire time. "Do as you were told bitch, or the camera will be the least of your problems".

Crying I stumble over my words as I try to speak. "Please" i mumble quietly. "Please what slut" he growls, getting more impatient. "Please...please fuck me..." i cry. I look up at him and see him step closer so I quickly continue. "Please ruin my slutty holes. Im such a desperate slut. My pussy is dripping with my want to be used by your cock." I cry as I speak. Tears running down my face onto my wax covered tits.

"Keep going, Ill stop you when Ive had enough". I shiver but continue. "Please let me feel your cock in my tight ass. Tear me apart and Ill thank you when you've decided youre done with me. Let me choke on your cock. I want to taste your cum. I want to feel it coating every inch of my body. Pouring out of every hole. I want to lick it off the floor and beg you to stuff more and more of it up my ass"

Im still crying as I continue to humiliate myself, I can hear him laughing under his mask. "Please use me as your personal fuck doll. Fuck me so hard I black out and then keep using me. Im a set of holes for you to enjoy. Im a cum dump for you to abuse. Please let me serve you, I want to be..." im cut off as he pulls me close by the nipple clamps making me scream.

He drags me up to standing by my hair before throwing me to the ground. My hands still bound behind my back. He pulls the camcorder off the stand as he presses a knee into my back forcing me down as he pulls my hips up filming what he's about to do. His hand grips my hair pulling my head up as he leans down growling my ear.

"The only hole you have thats worth fucking is this tight virgin asshole. You dont deserve the pleasure of my cock in your whore cunt, and I wouldn't dare put my cock in the same mouth that cleans my shoes"

With that he rams his cock balls deep into my ass. I try to scream but the pain shocks me to silence. He presses my face into the ground as he rails into my ass as rough and fast as he can. My tits and face scrape against the ground, but he doesn't care how much pain Im in. All that matters is him filling my ass with his hot cum.

He fucks into me at an animalistic pace until he finally presses in as deep as he can grunting as I feel hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside me. My body tenses as he holds himself inside me, panting as he leans down a final time. "Little bitches like you only deserve to be used if it hurts, and you're such a little whore that you probably liked it anyway. Look at the camera and say thank you."

My eyes are clouded with exhaustion as I look up into the camera he's holding in my face. I groan at the feeling of his cock still in my ass and I know he's right. I did enjoy it. I speak slowly. "Thank you for using me" he wrenches my hair up again. "You call me Sir, and you thank them for watching. Do it properly cunt".

I whimper again. "Thank you for using me Sir. And thank you all for watching me be broken in like a proper fuck toy". He lets go as my head falls back to the ground and films a close up as he pulls out of my ass, his cum leaking out after it. He grabs the dildo gag from earlier and shoves it up my ass. "There, make sure you hold that up your ass and feel how disgusting you are".

I hear him set up the camcorder on the stand again before walking away. I'm left in this dark room being recorded. Covered in wax, tears and spit. My hands bound behind my back and dildo up my ass. And I shudder at the knowledge that he'll be back. But more so at the fact that no matter how much I want it. I'll never be allowed to feel his cock in my slutty little rape hole cunt.

#free use slvt #r@pe fantasy #cnc free use #dumb slvt #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #bd/sm slave #rough cnc #k!nky thoughts #cnc kidnapping

[gayerthanevertbh]

Okay well I just spent a good 30 minutes on this and I hope you like it and this is also only one of the stories but I’m going to bed now and I’ll finish the rest tomorrow so enjoy (this is also my first time writing smut so don’t judge okay 😅)

The smell of cake filled the kitchen as you were pacing around trying to make the icing while the dessert was in the oven. Nat was yet to awake from her slumber, and honestly you can’t blame her. Last nights events had you two up till almost three in the morning, leaving you both restless. But that didn’t stop you from waking up at the ass crack of dawn to make this day magical. This was you guys’ second Valentine’s Day together, the last one being spent on video call as she was on a mission in Germany. You wanted to make this day special for her, you were her first real partner so she’s never got to experience this type of stuff. While you on the other hand have only a few men who mostly tried to just have lame sex on valentines, never actually putting their heart and soul into it like you did. This day was important to you and you planned to make it memorable to both you and Nat. The loud beeping coming from the oven startled you as you rushed to take it out, just having finished your icing as well. Everything seemed to being going just perfect, you had the cake and icing done at the perfect time, it was a beautiful day, and a day that is meant to be filled with love. Nothing could ruin this for you. You quickly rushed upstairs while the cake was still hot, walking to you and Nats shared room. Upon entering you found her laying in a starfish position face down on the bed. Stifling your laugh you went to grab the sleeping woman and wake her. You put kisses on the areas of her cheeks that you could reach and started to shake her. You earned a sleepy “leave me alone.” In response, she could really act like a moody teenager in the mornings. You continued to shake her until she muttered a ‘okay Im up, I’m up’. Leaving Nat on the bed you went downstairs to frost the cake and surprise her with it, even if neither of you had breakfast yet you still wanted to make this day special. While you carefully frosted the cake down in the kitchen Nat was just starting to stand up and stretch. When she put her arms over her head and looked down she saw her worst nightmare, morning wood. Usually when she woke up with a boner you’d often help her take care of it, jerking her off, giving her head, etc. No matter what you always helped her get some kind of relief. Nat groaned and sat back down on the bed, planning on just jerking herself off and hopefully not making too much of a mess on the bed after you just changed the sheets after last nights events. She pulled down her grey Calvin Klein boxers that you got for her last Christmas and wrapped her hand around her cock. She started to slowly stroke her hand in an up and down motion, thrusting her hips up slightly into her hand to match the rhythm. Moans could be heard throughout the room as she pictured it was your hand wrapped around her instead. She thought back to last night when she had you on your hands and knees begging for her cock, and begging to be filled up. Before meeting Nat you were what some people considered ‘innocent’. You only slept with about two men and that was it. You never actually got to try out certain kinks and figure out what turned you on, only trying to fulfill the others needs. But once you met Nat she helped you explore those things, helping you figure out just what you liked and didn’t like. Nat loved the thought of her turning you into some sort of nasty freak who is addicted to her. All the time she’d have you on your knees begging to suck her off, even if you were at a public gathering she’d still pull you away to have her way with you. She was obsessed with you and you were just as obsessed with her, she fucking loved it. Her thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful sounding voice enter the room, only to hear it stop at what they walked in on. Opening her eyes she saw you standing there with a strawberry frosted cake in hand, mouth wide open. Fuck she wished she could just use that mouth, making you suck her off wether you liked it or not. Cumming all down your throat till she could taste it when she kissed you. She watched as you slowly walked over to the-

bed where she laid, putting the cake down on the bedside table and sitting on your side of the bed. Nat acted as if you didn’t just walk in on her jerking off, as if she didn’t still have her dick out. She took the cake and used one of the forks to bite into it, making eye contact with you as she moaned at the taste. She went back to the cake, this time without the fork and using her finger to dip into the icing and spread it on the tip of her long cock. “You gonna keep staring at me like that or you going to suck me off?” Her words made you return back to the real world. Realizing she was still very much hard you moved into a more comfortable position and started to slowly kiss up her thighs. You could see the frustration on her face as you got closer and closer to your destination but still, she didn’t say anything. When you reached her cock you started giving light licks along the tip and side of it, making sure to make eye contact while doing so. After much teasing you finally wrapped your lips around the head of her dick and started to suck, the strawberry flavor greeting your taste buds. The farther you went down the more she failed to hide her moans. You always loved when she made sounds during sex, it’s one of the things she helped you realize you had a kink for. She put your hair into a ponytail with her hands and slowly guided your mouth to go further down, almost reaching the base. You weren’t the only one who loved hearing the other make noise during sex, she used the sound of your gags to help get off as she got closer and closer to release. You suddenly arose from her cock, a string of saliva connecting you to her. She watched in confusion as you took the other fork on the bed side table and took a bite of the cake. That confusion turned into lust as she felt a new type of moisture around her. She could feel the cake in your mouth as it slides against her dick with your every move. The feeling only brought her closer and closer to her climax, deciding to warn you before she finished she said,“Come on y/n, take my fucking cum like the good girl you are. That’s it baby, choke on this fucking dick while I breed your throat.” You suddenly felt a hot spurt of cum enter your mouth as she rode out her high, using your mouth to do so. You swallowed all of her cum and the cake that was still in your mouth. Once you felt the grip on your hair leave and Nat’s gentle hands bringing your face up, you connect your forehead with hers, both of you panting like wild animals. After a few moments of sitting there and holding each other she breaks the silence saying, “That was a great way to start off Valentine’s Day.” It really was.

i read this earlier this morning and let me tell y’all it’s so fucking hot im just saying

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[grasslandgirl]

11, 19, 23 for fic writer asks please :D

LOVE UUUU LUKAAA <333

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

uhhh kind of ? not really. i don't usually listen to music while i write, more often than not it distracts me lmao but when i DO listen to music while writing it tends to be one of two things: either 1) a chill vibes playlist off spotify of songs i don't really know playing really quietly so i dont get distracted thinking about/singing along to the song inside of my head instead of actually writing OR 2) a playlist specifically curated for the vibes/aesthetic/etc of the fic im working on, also played really quietly lmao !!

only a handful of my wips/fics get playlists of their own- it tends to only be for fics i'm really invested in/spend a lot of time working on/have a really specific musical vibe i can attribute lots of songs to, and even then i really only write to music like. 10% of the time i'm writing, the rest of the time it has to be quiet or i just. can't think and can't write and will end up doom scrolling on tumblr instead of working skjfbnksjbnskjn

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

teehee :))

Gorgug and Fabian were leaned together standing under a huge tree, heads tilted and hips pressed close.

For the hundredth time that night, Adaine's heart caught inside her chest. It was such an... innocent kind of intimacy. One she was an unwanting voyeur into. Adaine hovered in the doorway, unable to step further into the garden and disrupt their moment, and incapable of turning or looking away.

Gorgug murmured something, his mouth moving as he frowned slightly, eyes cast down at their feet, but Adaine was too far away to hear the words. She didn't know if she'd even want to know what sweet nothings Gorgug was whispering to Fabian if she was close enough to truly eavesdrop. Fabian shook his head, shifting slightly away, and Gorgug's frown deepened into something nearly heartbroken and- and-

Of course they loved each other. They were the best men Adaine knew.She'd loved them- both of them, independently and together- for nearly as long as she could remember. Even before she knew what the feeling was, Adaine could remember the sparking fire lit beneath her ribs whenever Fabian grinned at her, or when Gorgug swept her up in his arms. There was no better person for each of them than the other- and whether or not they knew it yet, Adaine could see the realization hanging thickly in the air between them. They'd figure it out eventually, coming together with the clash of joy she'd always loved about the two of them, and Adaine would be left; a third wheel with a plastic smile. Torn between her happiness on behalf of her best friends, and the heartbreak she could never tell them about.

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

uhhhhhghrfivskjnsfb this is one of the banes of my writer existence if im terribly honest i always have a terrible time figuring out when/how to end scenes and end fics skjfnbnsf

the only big multichap fic i've got going rn is noble pining, and mostly i decide to end the chapters in that fic by. vibes. also word counts. i try to keep the length of all the chaps in NP in a similar word count range so like. that helps me figure out a little how and where to end my chaps ksfjvnkjsfb but other than that. it's a vibe game. and also demaanding that my friends tell me whether or not the endings of my fics make sense ksfjnskfbsnb <3

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#asks #MWAAHHH LOVE U LUKAAA #i will in fact inflict noble pining snips upon you xox #noble pining au #<< bc thats what the snip is from lmao

[96crewlove]

- give love a try, again.

nick lucas x black!fem!reader, from JONAS season 1, episode 1, fluff, 2.2k words.

you walk up to the trio’s table holding in a snort at their absolutely ridiculous disguises. you don’t tell them as much, but you give them a bit of a wry smile anyway, figuring that they wanted to be kept on the down low.

“hey, my name is y/n and i’ll be your server for the evening. is there anything i can get you to drink or get you guys started with?” you pull out a pen and notepad.

“sprite. extra fizzy.” kevin says.

joe, with his lopsided monocle, sticks out his index in your direction as if you looked familiar to him. “hey, i’ve seen you before. you go to mantis too, right?”

you nod, a little suprised that the rockstar recognized you. you weren’t a big deal at school unlike them. everyone at mantis academy knew of the lucas brothers and heard at least one of their songs. it just came with the territory.

“righteousness,” joe said casually before ordering in a british accent, “i’ll have a sprite then, good miss.”

lastly, you turn to nick, who unsuprisingly had the most normal disguise on. people did refer to him as the serious one, after all.

even though you couldn’t see his eyes since he had shades on, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you. his head was facing the direction of the stage and his lips were scrunched tight. he seemed to be looking or waiting for something. he only snaps back to reality after joe gives him a harder-than-necessary nudge on the elbow.

nick turns his head in your direction, and you get a little nervous with his attention on you.

“uh, some nachos and a water would be great. thanks.” nick says distractedly before turning his head towards the stage again. huh. weird.

you ask the trio if they’d like anything else, and after getting two “no”’s from the brothers that were paying attention, you put away your pen and notepad and make your way to the kitchen to prepare the order.

your best friend nearly knocks you into a wall as soon as you enter. “well? is joe cuter up-close than he is far away in the hallway? are kevin’s eyes as kind as the magazines say they are? oou, oou, is nick’s curl pattern natural or does he put product to make it look that bouncy?!” they say all in one breath.

you hold up your hand to stop them. “hold in your excitement. they came in with disguises.” you walk further into the kitchen before dryly adding, “and joe’s wearing a monocle.”

your best friend sighs dreamily. “so creative. sounds just like ‘im!”

you inwardly groan at your best friend’s foolishness, rolling your eyes.

“ay, don’t act like you’re immune, girl. did nick notice you or what?” they ask, nudging you with a gremlin smile on their face because they know that you…might have…the slightest…biggest crush on him.

you wanted to throw a bag of tortilla chips at your best friend’s head. instead, you bump your hips with theirs before getting started on the order. “get back to work, slacker. i ain’t playin’ with you.” you warn halfheartedly, earning a snicker in response.

a few minutes later you walk back to the rockstar trio’s table with a tray in hand. you hand them what they ordered before standing up straight again with a slight smile. “y’all set?” you ask.

“yes, thank y-” joe starts to say before nick interjects, looking up at you suddenly, “hey, um, when’s tonight’s performance gonna start?”

you immediately put two and two together. oh. nick’s interested in the girl performing tonight. you heard around school (stella, mostly) that the unsmiling nick lucas was seen smiling around school with a girl. you figured it was an exaggeration at the time, so you didn’t react much.

now that you were thinking about it, you’re pretty sure that girl performing tonight goes to mantis too, name’s jenny or penny or something like that.

“i’m not in charge of performances,” you reply honestly, “but it should start within the hour or so.”

kevin takes a nacho and dips it in cheese before bringing it to his mouth. “nick, man, quit buggin’ out. your girlfriend will appear soon enough.”

nick shoots kevin a glare, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

you take that as your cue to go. “well if you guys need anything, just flag me over. i’ll be around.” you say before walking back to the kitchen.

you’re just out of range when joe leans in to tell nick, “that waitress girl is cute.”

kevin nods, shoving two nachos in his mouth. “real cute.” he agrees.

nick shakes his head, his eyes still focused on the stage. “you guys are insufferable.”

“aha! joke’s on you, i don’t even know what that word means!” kevin says a bit too proudly.

soon enough, penny gets on stage. you finish taking down another table’s order before walking back the kitchen. you give the chef the order then go over to stand next to your best friend who is watching the performance at the food window.

“i’d like to start off this set with my newest song. it’s called ‘give love a try.’ hope you like it.” everybody who’s seated claps, you and your best friend do too.

penny begins, and the song isn’t bad at all. it’s great actually, you find yourself nodding along to the melody. whether it was intentional or not, your eyes trail over to nick. you could only see the back of his head at this angle, but you could tell that all of his attention was on stage. you sigh to yourself, feeling a little let down.

once the song is over, the crowd is loud with cheers and applause. your ears nearly pop as you bring out food to a table, wincing as you handed out burgers and fries.

“oh, sorry. i completely forgot. um, that song was dedicated to the coolest, sweetest, grooviest guy on the planet; a guy whose heart is filled with music…” penny starts, and you try your best not to roll your eyes at her words as you ask the table in front of you if they needed anything else.

“...my soulmate, jimmy.”

you stop in your tracks on the way back to the kitchen. turning around, you see a guy standing up from the audience and waving at the crowd. a guy that does not look like nick.

you turn your head towards the table where the lucas brothers sit and the three of them look shocked, nick’s face looking the least dramatic, but also the most affected.

nick is the first one to get up from his chair before penny can perform her next set. he brushes right past you as you stand frozen for some seconds, but soon you’re hurrying after him without a second thought.

it’s very cold outside and you left your hoodie in the locker room in the back, but you could care less about either as you call out, “hey!”

nick stops and turns around to face you, his eyes go wide for a second before he’s trying to avoid you. “look, i’m sorry, but i’m not in the mood for any pictures or anything.” he mumbles, mistaking your intentions. you shake your head. “no, i’m not tryna talk to you for pictures. i saw…what happened inside.” you say slowly.

nick huffs, “oh, that’s just great.” he says sarcastically.

you shake your head again. “no, it’s not.” you try to amend. “i could tell that you liked her, and for that to happen, i’d be embarrassed too.”

nick looks away from you to stare at the ground. "that's not even the most embarrassing part." he says under his breath.

"what?" you ask.

nick lets out a shaky laugh, feeling a little bitter and a lot sad. "that song she sang on stage - i wrote it." he confessed.

your eyes widen a bit in realization. he wrote it for her.

everything was starting to make a lot more sense now. the song was beautiful, both in lyrics and composition. of course nick wrote the song. he was talented, a musical prodigy; you also heard that nick wrote a lot of the songs for his band, including the hits.

you felt that nick deserved to be reminded of this, but you honestly didn't want to sound like a desperate fangirl (which you were not, you are just an appreciator of good music and people who make good music, thank you very much).

you decide to keep it simple and sweet.

“look, don’t let this get you so down; you’re awesome.” you don’t know where you’ve gotten all this courage from, but you run with it while you still have it. you take nick’s hand and squeeze it with the intention to comfort.

nick looks at your joined hands and stares for a while. fleetingly, he thinks it makes a pretty sight: your contrasting skin intertwined under the streetlights in the cold. he squeezes your hand back.

“woah, wow! that was a fast recuperating period!”

nick jolts, moving his hand away from yours as he stared at his approaching brothers. you turn.

“why is your butt stuck to the chair?” nick grunts out at joe while you laugh.

“wardrobe mishap.” joe responds before nudging kevin with the chair. “it’s your turn to pay for food.” he aggressively reminds, tilting his head towards at you.

kevin fishes out his wallet and gives you more than what the order actually costed. you try to give the extra money back to him, “please, it’s too much.” you say.

“take it.” you turn your head to nick, confused. nick shrugs, looking a bit shy as he looked away again. “see it as a ‘thank you’ for earlier.”

kevin leans in towards joe, “if that’s his ‘thank you,’ why am i the one paying?” he complains before joe shushes him up.

the smile on your face is a little sad as you say, “i don’t need money as a ‘thank you.’ the words themself will suffice.” you insist before handing kevin back the extra $20.

“we’ll be in the car, bro.” kevin says to nick before he and joe leave.

then it’s just you two again.

“thank you.” nick says, looking back up at you again. your smile gets a bit bigger. “you’re welcome.”

the two of you stare at each other for a moment before nick seems to remember something. “oh, uh, you should go back inside. it’s really cold, uh…h-here!” nick starts shoving off his expensive-looking jacket to give to you but you stop all that as fast as you can.

“don’t, please! i have a hoodie inside, i’ll be fine.” you say, laughing.

nick gives you a wary look. “you sure?”

“positive.” you respond.

you walk backwards towards the restaurant, offering another awkward smile. “um, well, see you?”

nick nods. “yeah, definitely. a-at school?”

“yep! at school.” you confirm.

you and nick wave each other goodbye, and you end the awkward but heartwarming moment by going back inside. you go through the rest of your shift with a giddy smile on your face.

nick finds you in the hallways during study period on monday. his hair is kind of all over the place and he’s sweating a little, but he looks relieved to see you. the little fangirl in you lets out a squeal.

“hey! oh, um, sorry that was loud, uh, hey.”

you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. “hey.” you say back.

nick blushes a little, looking away. “that was embarrassing.” he mumbles.

you shake your head. “no, it was cute. you’re cute.” you blurt out, and nick’s eyes are wide when he looks back at you again.

“you’re cute too.” nick hurries to say, nodding. “no, actually, you’re more than cute, you’re-you’re beautiful. i mean, look at you, y/n, you’re beautiful.” nick stammers, admiring you from head to toe in his serious, awkward way.

although you can’t really blush, you feel your cheeks get hot at nick’s words. “thank you.” you say softly.

nick nods, “no problem.”

the two of you stand there in silence a bit, just staring at each other, wondering what to say next.

you find the words first, “so, how’s the situation with penny?” you ask, both out of curiosity and a little insecurity. you were not going tolerate being a second choice or a rebound or something stupid like that. you were raised to know better.

the expression on nick’s face gets a little more serious now. he shakes his head. “i’m over it.”

you give him a wary look. “you sure?”

nick takes a small step closer to you and yeah. your heart beats like crazy as nick looks into your eyes and takes your hand in his. “i fall fast. after you left, i…couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

your heart nearly beats out your chest. for real?

“for real?” you ask aloud.

nick lets out a gentle huff of laughter, looking absolutely handsome and warm and not the ice prince the magazines make him out to be.

“for real.”

it’s a couple of weeks later when nick asks you to be his girlfriend. you were in the middle of whooping his ass at table hockey when he caught you off guard with the question. the timer buzzes out and you beat him 6-3, but you were too preoccupied jumping into his arms and kissing him to care.

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[frogtanii]

℗ me and my husband

atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)

series masterlist

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

wc. 3.2k (holy shit)

warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl

an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33

it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.

today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.

makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.

normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.

you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.

okay, so he was panicking.

it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.

it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.

atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.

“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.

you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.

of course you looked hot moving boxes.

you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.

atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.

“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”

the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.

gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.

“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.

“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.

atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.

god, he was so in love with you.

what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?

caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.

“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.

he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.

atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.

“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.

“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”

you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.

“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“

“tsum-“

“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“

“tsumu please-“

“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“

all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.

bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.

sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.

“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.

you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.

but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”

you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.

“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”

you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.

“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”

that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.

••• smut begin•••

pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.

instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.

as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.

“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.

“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.

he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.

while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.

tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.

“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.

“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.

“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.

“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.

your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.

“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.

speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.

sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.

an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.

desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.

“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.

“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.

your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.

••• smut over •••

the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.

“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”

you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”

“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.

“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.

you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.

“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.

“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.

if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”

if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—

“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"

the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”

the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”

you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.

he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.

“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.

i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.

today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”

and at least in this lifetime

we’re sticking together

me and my husband

we’re sticking together

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[cynettic]

Hey! Can I request the "You wear their shirt that's too big for you the morning after a steamy night "but with childe, kaeya ,albedo and zhongli! Thank you

Reader x Genshin NSFW

Summary - You wear their oversized shirt after a steamy night.

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Childe / Zhongli / Kaeya

Warnings - NSFW so no minors plsss

A/N - Someone else asked for Albedo, so I’ll do that one soon! Hope you liked these ones though :) They’re a bit more descriptive than the last ones I did tho- so be careful if you’re not into that.

Childe

Often busy, the one instance where he has a bit of time before work passes by, and you walk out in his large shirt after a steamy night.

At this time in the morning, he’s sipping his morning coffee, eyeing the newspaper or whatever’s on the table.

That all changes when you walk in.

Of course he notices, and resting his elbow on the couch arm, he simply stares. Doesn’t attempt to hide his flirtatious smile and just waits till you notice his very persisting gaze.

When you turn to him, his eyes give you the sensation you might as well be bare naked.

“When did I ever say you could wear my shirt?”

He says this teasingly ofc, you wearing his shirt is the hottest thing he could’ve seen all day. Makes him very happy.

But you deciding to tease him right back, you pout, tugging at the hem of it. “You dont want me to wear it?” He tries to protest and say it was a joke and not to take it personal, but before he can even start, you pull the shirt off.

You have nothing under the shirt.

Nothing.

Flinging the shirt back into his lap, you turn back to the bedroom. “There you go, I’ll find something else to wear.” You make sure to strut, hips swaying from side to side as you touch the doorframe.

You don’t make it to the bedroom.

Childe’s hand glides down your pelvis, wrapping around your waist as the other pulls your hair back so he can give you a kiss on the neck. You’ve captured his full attention, and even though he has work soon, your antics stirred him up.

God… now all he wants to see is you ‘begging’ for him.

Childe has the awful tendency to turn almost everything into a competition, and you struck a nerve. He will waste no time in letting you know who is in control of who.

He pins your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand with ease. But holding you so tightly up, your back is arched, posture straight and breasts perked outwards with the awkward position.

“That was awfully bold of you Y/n~”

His other hand cups your breast, molding it in his hand. Index finger pressing down on your nipple while the rest of his hand rubs your tits in a down and up motion. You sink into the feeling, a content sigh leaving your lips as you lean into his touch.

Still sore from yesterday, Childe certainly wasnt gentle or merciful, and this contact is softly blissful compared to yesterday.

Till he pinches your little nipple in his hand, twisting it slowly and hearing you whine in annoyance.

Instead of moving onto the next breast, his hand moves down, gloves brushing against your stomach and your hips. Until its rested on your inner thighs, and he’s just caressing and stroking the skin of your thigh.

His black gloves are everything.

You unconsciously press your legs together, mewling at the sensation so close to your heat. You try to lean further into his hand so he can rub against your throbbing core, but his hand capturing your wrists keeps you firm, not letting you move an inch.

Childe moves teasingly slow.

His gloved finger rubs against your clit ever so softly, pressing deeper against it and then pulling away completely.

“C-Childe…”

“Hmm? Speak up Y/n.”

He adds a second finger, but continues only to rub your pussy. A torturous sensation that makes you buck your hips in desperation to feel his fingers sliding in.

“Childe… please.”

You speak louder this time, and he rubs harder.

“Please what? You’ve got to be more specific Y/n.”

He loves the way he has complete and utter control over you, your reactions, the noises and expressions you make. That even if you’d had the audacity to expose yourself and strut away, he still had control. That in this battle, he’d won.

“Stick your fingers into me,” you groaned out, louder than the previous sentence. “Please- please…”

His gloved finger poked at the tip of your needy hole, rubbing around the edge just until your eyes watered with frustration, and you tried to grind against the sensation. Again unable to with his hold on your wrists.

“P-please!”

It was only when you were begging that he shoved his finger in ruthlessly, pushing in and out. Your legs rubbed together, thighs pressing tightly around his hand as he added a second finger, and you were left gasping and moaning out his name.

When he added a third finger, your knees were trembling and it was only his grip on your wrists and the hand buried in your pussy that kept you standing. He leaned into your neck, his breath fanning your ear when he asked you who you belonged to.

“Y-you…” you breathlessly answered, coming close to your climax with every thrust of his gloved fingers. Pumping up into that G spot so hard that it left you crying out.

And then he pulled out his fingers, loosening the grip on your wrists.

“Good.”

Trembling and writhing just for him, he’d leave you bare and needy. Not letting you climax with him until he came back home from work.

Punishment for trying to tempt him earlier.

He licked your juices from his gloves, sucking on them and lapping them with his tongue. Just for you of course, laying on the ground whining and wet, so close to your climax yet stopped at the heat of the moment.

With a big wide grin, he waves his hand in a goodbye, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room before heading to the door. Fulfilled, watching you beg for him and shamelessly admit that you were his was the perfect start to his morning, and of course your revenge for teasing him earlier.

“See you after work Y/n~!” And with a wink he’s off.

Zhongli

For some reason, after a steamy night with Zhongli, the morning left you sensitive.

Not only physically, but especially mentally. To a point where getting up with the aching throb of your thighs was just enough to send you over the edge and sobbing.

You head to the kitchen, Zhongli’s shirt draped over your figure. He’s of course sitting in his rocking chair, reading glasses on as he scans something that he’s reading. Probably one of Liyue’s historical books.

You heat up some pancakes, planning on making the two of you a nice breakfast to start the day off. But grabbing the maple syrup, after opening the lid and stepping forward to spread it on the pancakes, your foot slid on something slippery on the floor, and you’re sent tumbling back.

Zhongli is leaning over you in seconds.

But the fall isnt the issue, and with the maple syrup in your hand, the bottle had tipped into the inside of Zhongli’s shirt, the one you were wearing, dripping into his shirt and onto your body. You’d managed to set it straight, but not after maple syrup was sent streaming down your chest and down your stomach.

“Im sorry…”

Tears gather at your eyes, and you try to wipe them away before Zhongli can see. Nothing was going right today, and you just wanted a distraction, something to keep your mind off of your emotional state.

“Itrs alright dear… would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” Zhongli is so soft and kind as he offers his help, thumb stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

You dont want a bath.

Even with maple syrup everywhere on your body, sticky, you don’t want to leave the floor. A sob breaks past your lips, and you shake your head. “No… I just want it to go away…” your hands are shaking, and you slowly remove Zhongli’s shirt from your body, the maple syrup clinging to your form.

His eyes trail over the gooey mess you seem to be in, and he takes his shirt back, unsure of what to do. As the geo archon, theres not much he can do about the maple syrup, and his insides twist when hearing you sob.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly trails it to your lips, satisfied when it seems to calm you down. You push him closer, until his head is on the same level of your chest, and the maple syrup dripping down your breasts.

Without thinking, he goes to lick it, the sweet taste of maple syrup in his mouth.

He backs away instantly, afraid that the action only saddened you further. But it was the opposite, and you stared at him wide eyed, tears threatening to spill. With a sniff, you wiped the tears away again, “That… didnt feel bad.” Was all you said.

Zhongli wasnt sure what to make of it, and leaning closer, he only licked the sticky liquid off your cleavage again, listening to the intake of breathing. When he glanced up, you were staring straight at him.

“It felt… nice.”

You were no longer crying, which meant that to Zhongli, he’d done something right. He didnt stop licking there, and dedicating his tongue to wiping every spot of maple syrup on your body, the two of you stayed draped there for a while.

His mouth completely engulfed your breast, tongue swirling around the lengh of it as he sucked in the sticky liquid. Your breathing grew erratic, but every time he’d look up to ask you if you were alright, you’d simply say that it was fine.

Zhongli began to realize that you were really turned on by the time he reached your core, and the maple syrup wasnt the only liquid drenched there. He didnt waste any time in pressing his head into your thighs, knowing from experience that you liked it. And that instead of pain, his tongue gave you pleasure.

So thats what he did, sucking, nipping, and licking every part of your cunt until you were shaking, and your inner thighs were tight against his head.

He would’ve pulled back, but no matter how much he licked your pussy, the sweet taste still coated his tongue everytime, meaning that there was still some maple syrup. It was until his tongue dug into your needy hole that he realized where the sweet taste was coming from.

It only motivated him to get rid of it.

He’d seen your tears, seen how shamed and embarrassed you were to have the sticky liquid all over you. He knew he couldnt get rid of it with his tongue, but if it made you feel better enough to take a bath after, it was worth it.

His hands grabbed the balls of your ass, slowly massaging them against his fingers before using them to thrust his tongue deeper into your wet cunt. Pushing your ass and hips with his large hands and thrusting them towards his head in rhythm with the lapping of his tongue sent you on overdrive.

Your legs were shaking, and instead of gasps, little mewls of pleasure sputtered out of your mouth. Hands tangled in his hair, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It felt like orgasm after orgasm, Zhongli still pressing his face against your pussy and licking every sweet spot. But there was always more, and you were going numb by the time he pulled away, your body sore and writhing after the intense feeling of pleasure.

“Theres too much,” Zhongli said softly, wiping the sides of his mouth as he stared at your fatigued face. “I could keep going if you’d like-? “

Your mood instantly boosted up, and with a chuckle at the poor archons innocent stare, you shrugged. “A-alright, a little bit more I guess…” Even as your core felt numb and your thighs still shook at how tightly you’d been clenching them around Zhongli’s head, the sensation was too good.

With a small smirk, Zhongli dug back down, hands groping your ass again as he sunk into the sensation of your pussy.

Kaeya

You woke up horny.

By the time you walked out of the bedroom with Kaeya’s shirt on, your intentions were very clear. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, reading over something that looked like a report for work. You didnt give him the time to think as you plopped down on his lap.

Directly facing him, he seemed surprised as you wore his shirt, sliding in closer to him inch by inch until you could feel the firmness of his dick against you. It was then that he chuckled, realizing what you were getting at.

“Oh? My my Y/n, so daring~”

He only leaned back, setting the report down and putting his hands against the couch to sit back and watch you.

“Now now, dont feel deterred, I want to see you take charge for a change.”

And so you tried.

Grinding your core against his throbbing member, he winced, the ever so calm smirk never leaving his face. So he simply watched, watched as you slowly took his shirt off your body, revealing the form he loved so much. It took all his control not to take you by the arm and carry you to the bed, a second round after last night.

But watching you struggle was oh so much better.

You fumbled with his jean buttons, hands trembling as you slowly slid them down his legs to reveal his giant member. You always had trouble fitting him in, but he always took control and made sure you were ready for him before he thrust into you.

Sliding down his boxers, you gulped, thighs trembling as you positioned his dick above your pussy.

Kaeya only chuckled as you slowly sank down into him, only taking in the tip of him before you whimpered. Your hands came to clench around the buttons of his vest, breaths coming ragged as you tried your best to lower deeper into him.

“Having trouble?”

You wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, fill him with pleasure and send him into the same ecstasy youd felt last night. So that he couldnt tease you about it, so that he could look at you evenly and admit that you were just as good as it as he was.

But god he was too big…

You could barely lower yourself any deeper, only reaching quarter way before the your legs shook and your inner thighs squeezed with need. But he was too much, and every little movement sent you into a fit of squeaks and whimpers.

Kaeya’s hands groped your ass, and with a sigh he slowly began to tug you further down. Slow, achingly painfully slow. You grabbed at his wrists, begging him to stop.

“Kaeya… it hurts…” you nearly sobbed, tears threatening to spilled onto your cheeks.

“Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then.”

He removed his hands, but you were now halfway through and pulling out would be just as excruciating as fully embracing him. You were stuck, thighs shaking so badly you had no option but to sink lower, legs threatening to give out on you from the sheer effort.

You mewed and whined when you couldnt stop the slow motion of your cunt taking in Kaeya’s dick. And no matter how you tried to resist and keep your thighs from taking any more of him, they always collapsed and you were back to slowly leaning deeper into him.

Finally, when you’d sank to the bottom and had fully engulfed his dick, your face was tear stained, sniffles escaping your lips. But Kaeya didnt move, staying still and refusing to help you. It took everything you had to slide up his length and collapse back on him.

Up and down, up and down, the process was torturous but you could feel the pleasure building up in your chest everytime you took him in. Even Kaeya started to enjoy it as your pace quickened, your breasts bouncing up everytime you fell down back into him.

“Kaeya…” you whimpered through lidded lashes as your hands gripped his chest. “K-Kaeya…”

He came at the same time you did, and you were left sitting on his cock more tired than before. Inner thighs trembling, your walls clenched around him. Holding back a moan, you tried to lift yourself off of him, finding yourself unable to do so.

“K-Kaeya…”

With a chuckle, he finally leaned forward. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, and rubbing the swollen bruises of your inner thighs, he lifted you up, only to send you back down into him.

“My turn Y/n~”

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crazy love (part 2) - rafe cameron

a/n: nervous. i even edited this one. hope you guys love it as much as the first part! feedback is always appreciated!

Summary: You finally get to see Rafe Cameron again, which changes everything for you.

Warnings: this is pure smut and im not even sorry about it. also swearing.

Word Count: 6.5k

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You can barely contain it. Your excitement keeps bubbling up, showing in the way you laugh at everything, jump up every time you go to stand from the couch, and the way you've been talking your friends' ears off. They're all a little confused at your erratic behavior, but you don't care. You get to see Rafe tonight.

JJ's absolutely over the moon that you're finally showing signs of life again. He's had a wide smile on his face since the second he walked in from work, because you had wrapped your arms around him in a hug to greet him. John B watched the two of you intently, wondering what the hell is going on with you.

John B also notices how you continue to check your phone every five minutes. You never have any notifications, so he figures out quickly that you're looking at the time. If you're meeting Rafe at eight, you figure you should leave about a half hour before. The walk to the bridge should take about that long, but you don't care. You'd walk to the end of the earth if it meant getting to hang out with him again.

"Should we have a repeat of last night?" JJ whispers in your ear, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You don't look up at him or really even react when he touches you. He notices but brushes it off, laying a kiss on your temple.

"I have to go home. My parents don't like when I stay over two nights in a row."

It's kind of true, so you don't see it as a complete lie. Your mother had voiced her opinion to you a few months ago, but you had just rolled your eyes in response and she let it go. You probably could get away with another night, but you know you'll be worn out and sore after Rafe.

It doesn't cross your mind until that moment that you wonder if Rafe even plans on having sex with you. Of course he does, you think. You and Rafe had rarely ever hung out without it ending in at least one orgasm.

"Honey," JJ groans, "I wanna be with you."

You shrug your shoulders, checking the time once more. A few minutes before seven-thirty, but it wouldn't hurt to leave now.

"I gotta get going," you pull out of JJ's grasp, watching as he stares up at you in confusion.

"What?"

"I promised my parents I'd be home early tonight," you tell him, watching as he sighs and shakes his head.

"Fine," he grumbles, "I'll take you home."

"It's fine," you say quickly, louder than you mean to. You earn the attention of both Kie and John B, Pope being too invested in the back of his eyelids to pay attention or care.

"Sweetheart, it's like, a long walk," JJ stands up, setting his hand on your hip.

"I need the exercise," you shrug, pulling back just enough so that his hand falls down.

"Wha-"

You move away from him and toward the door, not wanting to discuss it anymore. John B watches the two of you interact, considering stepping in and saying you two could take the van. Honestly, John B feels bad for JJ because he knows something is up with you. He just can't tell if you're still genuinely invested in your relationship with JJ or not.

"Call you later," you say quietly, smiling to your boyfriend and your friends before you slip out the door.

You don't turn back, but you can hear JJ faintly ask if he should go after you. You swear under your breath, praying he doesn't. When you get far enough away without hearing the porch door creak open, you take off. You run until you're out of view of the house, then relax and try to keep your nerves down.

You know if you think about what you're doing for too long, you'll start to feel insanely guilty about it. So, instead, you remember the way you felt today at the Club when Rafe squeezed onto your hand. The way you felt when he called you 'baby', which was your favorite nickname he ever gave you, and he knew it.

You reach the end of one side of the bridge before you know it, glancing around and spotting Rafe's truck on the other end. You pull out your phone to check the time. Seven forty-seven. Rafe Cameron has never been early to anything in his life. You can't help but smile, biting your lip as you walk across the bridge.

Rafe is standing outside his truck on his phone. When he sees movement, he glances up, spying you immediately. He tucks his phone away and then shoves his hands into the front pockets of his shorts, beginning to walk over to you.

"You showed," he says once he's close enough to you.

His eyes scan over your body once again, and you can't help but feel needles in your stomach when he stops and licks his lips. You take a deep breath and nod your head, trying to keep some form of composure.

"It's not even eight yet," you defend.

Rafe knows this, but he flips his wrist up and checks his Rolex anyway. His cheeks turn pink when he realizes he had been here half an hour early. Safe to say, he has been just as excited to see you.

"Hmm," he hums, "Well, I had business at the Club. It must not have taken as long as I expected."

You roll your eyes, "Right. Business."

He grins, knowing you see right through him. You can't help the way your stomach drops, in a good way, at his perfect smile. He's wearing the same hat from earlier, still sitting backwards on his head. You know you'll be removing that in just a few short minutes.

Rafe takes a step toward you, then another, then another. He stares into your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. When he finds none, he slowly reaches up and sets his hand on your hip. It rests almost in the exact place JJ's hand had earlier, but it feels completely different. It sends shivers up and down your entire body.

"Hi," he says quietly, leaning his head down so he's only inches from yours.

"Hi."

He smiles once again, scooting himself forward but not wanting to be too direct. You're the one with the boyfriend, after all. He wants you to be sure this is what you want. Although the idea of fucking JJ Maybank's girlfriend in the back of his truck makes him feel pretty damn good.

You grow tired of his game, so you reach forward and grab onto the collar of his shirt, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

The kiss is electrifying. It's everything you've been craving for the past few months. Tasting him again, feeling his tongue against yours again, feeling his skin on yours as he brings his large hand underneath your shirt again. Everything about it excites you. Makes you feel whole again.

You can tell Rafe feels the same way when his hands start roaming your body like a mad man. He's missed this. He's missed you.

He breaks your kiss and moves down your jawline and to the skin on your neck, leaving long, wet kisses on your favorite spots. He remembers them like the way he remembers how to ride a bike.

"Rafe," you moan, it becoming blatantly obvious to the both of you how much you need him.

You feel him smirk against your neck, probably feeling like a god right now, but you don't mind. You'll tell him whatever he wants to hear if he'll just make you feel good.

"Yes, baby?" he mumbles into your ear, swirling his tongue around your earlobe and then pulling on it with his teeth.

You moan. Of course, you moan. Every move he makes just feels like he knows exactly what you're thinking. He's got one hand resting on the back of your neck and the other under your shirt. You can feel his rings against your skin as he trails his hand up further, grabbing onto your breast.

"Fuck," you swear right before he puts his lips on yours again.

He can feel himself getting hard quickly. He hasn't had you in months, and it's been getting to him.

"Get in the truck," he commands, forcing himself to pull away from you. He knows you're desperate for him to touch you, so he withholds his hands until you do what he says.

You take a deep breath and nod, knowing he's in for a surprise when he takes your underwear off. You walk in front of him over to the truck, doing your best to be nonchalant when really, you want to sprint over there and get to work.

"Backseat or bed?" he asks you, pulling his keys from his pocket.

"Will anyone hear?"

"If we're in the bed?"

"Yes."

"Fuckin' probably. That's the beauty of it."

The dirty smirk on his face is what convinces you. You point to the bed of his truck and watch as he unlocks it and pulls it down. There's already a blanket laid out across it, making your heart sink.

Rafe looks over at you, noting your expression, "What?"

"You do this often?" you ask quietly, pointing to the blanket spread out.

Rafe coughs awkwardly, then pretends like he's brushing dirt off his shorts. When he looks up at you again, his cheeks are stained pink.

"I put that out when I got here. Just in case."

Your eyes snap up from the ground to him, trying to figure out if he's full of shit. You can tell right away he's telling the truth based on how embarrassed he is. You smile and rush over to him, attacking him with kisses as a way to wipe off his embarrassment. He gladly accepts, then reaches down and grabs your hips, pulling you up. He sets you down on the bed of the truck, then makes room for himself between your legs as he continues to kiss you.

"Goddamn," he mumbles against your lips, moving down to your neck again, "I missed you so much, baby."

You let out a sigh, a content one, as he works against the skin on your neck.

"I missed you, too."

He smiles, leaning back up to give you one more kiss on the lips before he pushes you back onto the blanket. He's ready to show you just how much he missed you now.

He climbs on top of you, wasting no time removing his shirt and yours. He brings his lips down to the valley of your breasts, leaving long kisses there. He trails down your stomach with his lips, occasionally pushing his tongue out to lick you.

You're a complete mess by now. Having his lips back on you, roaming your body, has never felt more amazing than it does right now. He unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down from your legs, and you swear, you could come right there. He doesn't even have to touch you.

He settles in on his stomach between your legs, kissing just above your underwear line. He can tell just by the way the fabric looks how wet you are for him. He grins and then lifts both your legs over his shoulders, smirking up at you.

This is what you've dreamed about. What you've pictured every time you needed to get yourself off because JJ just couldn't do it. Every time, you imagined Rafe between your legs, smirking and ready to work.

"God, I've missed your shit," he mutters, more to himself than to you. You would respond, but you don't think you can.

He brings his head down and grabs ahold of your underwear with his teeth, pulling it away from you. As you watch, you gasp, feeling the cool North Carolina evening air surround you. Rafe brings his hand up and drags the underwear the rest of the way off, but you pretend not to notice when he tucks them in his pocket.

"I need you to tell me, baby."

You bring your head up and look at him, as if to ask what he wants you to say. When you see the look on his face, you flash back to the very last time you had sex with him. Rafe had been teasing you, telling you that you weren't allowed to come until you admitted that he's ruined your body. You finally said it, knowing it was true.

"You've ruined me, Rafe," you pant, the impatience forming a knot in your stomach, "You're the only person who can fuck me."

He laughs, but it's a narcissistic one. He already knew this information, he just wanted to you admit it to him now that you've been fucking JJ for months.

"I know it, pretty girl."

By the time his lips even come close to your core, you're sure you're going to come. The moan you let out when he finally kisses you down there is an unholy one. However, it's music to Rafe's ears. It only encourages him to continue, doing extra to show you how much he missed you and how much better he is at pleasing you than JJ Maybank.

You start to squirm, so he brings his hand from your thigh to your stomach, holding you down. His motion, his dominant and possessive motion, makes you let go right there. You're practically screaming as you do so, thankful for this boy and his ability to give you a mind-blowing orgasm. Rafe grins and licks you clean, trying to figure out if it had only been one minute or two before he got you.

"Oh, my God," you moan out, legs relaxing on his shoulders.

You want to be embarrassed, but you know that Rafe knows it's been a while since you came like that. Although, you'd never dare tell him that you had to think about him last night while JJ was fucking you.

"Rafe," you moan, feeling his hand slip from your stomach as he crawls back up to you.

"Yes, baby?"

"God, Rafe," you repeat his name, which only makes the tent in his shorts grow taller. He wonders how many times you've wanted to moan and plead for him with JJ.

"Right here," he snickers, bringing his lips to yours.

He shoves his tongue in your mouth roughly, swirling it around with yours. You moan against his lips as his other hand goes down to rub your center.

"Can you taste yourself on my tongue?" he displays his devilish smirk when he pulls away.

You nod, still panting and trying to catch your breath. He slips one finger inside of you, just trying to tease you.

"Oh, God, Rafe," you grab onto his bicep as he moves his hand, still recovering from your last orgasm.

You look up at him, watching the way the moon reflects off his soft skin. You reach up and stroke his face, making his eyes move from his fingers inside you to your face.

"God, you're so handsome," you tell him.

Even though he just ate you out like a pro and now has a finger buried deeper inside you than JJ ever could, he feels his cheeks heat up. You take the hat off his head and run your hands through his hair, tugging at it lightly.

"Rafe," you say again, earning his attention, "Let me do something for you."

He removes his finger from inside of you, then moves up and undoes his shorts. You sit up, thinking he's getting ready for you, which is why you're surprised when he shoves you back down.

"Uh-uh," he shakes his head at you, removing his shorts and underwear in one movement, "This is about you, tonight. Plus, if I don't come inside you soon, I might just explode in my shorts."

You grin, kissing him once again as he climbs on top of you. You accept his kiss, eager to feel him fill you up. He lines himself up, but teases you when he rubs the tip of his dick against you.

"Rafe," you whine.

"You better keep saying my name, baby."

He slips inside of you, listening to your pretty moans as he completely fills you up. Every inch he pushes in is one more he has to stretch out, which makes him groan into the nape of your neck.

"Jesus, JJ's dick has to be small," he mutters to you, "No way you've gotten tighter since last time. God."

You can't even see straight once he's all the way in you. Finally, after months of agony, of bad sex, of daydreaming and masturbating, he's inside of you again. You finally feel whole, complete, and happy.

"Can I move, baby?" he asks you, groaning once again at how tight you are wrapped around him.

"Yes, please, Rafe."

He snickers into your skin, moving his mouth over from your neck to your shoulder. Your moans and gasps fuel him as he works his lips, kissing every inch of your skin. He leans his head up after a minute, watching you take everything he's giving you.

"Hmm," he hums, "Good girl."

You have to actively tell yourself not to come when he says that. You feel his hand travel from your breast up to your throat, fingers resting in their rightful place around you. He squeezes - not too hard, but enough to make you want to scream.

"Holy shit, no way," Rafe grunts, and you feel him twitch and then spill himself inside of you.

"Rafe," you say, trying to tell him it's okay.

"Fuck," he swears, but doesn't stop. If anything, he thrusts up into you even harder to get you to come. He knows it won't take long, the way you're squirming underneath him.

He hits your spot, making you scream. You're sure Rafe had been right - someone's bound to hear you two with how loud Rafe always makes you.

"Come on, baby," he coaxes you, squeezing a little harder around your throat.

"Oh, God," you cry out.

"That's it. Come for me."

You do as you're told almost immediately as he finishes his sentence. He continues to hit your spot as you ride out your orgasm, making you scream louder than ever before. When you finally come down from it, your legs are shaking and Rafe looks exhausted.

He collapses down on you, not bothering to remove himself from inside you. You're still breathing hard, trying to come down from the high that always comes with fucking Rafe.

"Oh, my God," Rafe whispers, pressing a kiss to the skin just above your breasts, "It's honestly a crime that we stopped this. It's too fucking good."

"It's not like we just stopped," you tell him, as if he's unaware, "There were reasons."

Rafe grows quiet, replaying your many conversations and fights in his head. He reaches his hand down and wraps his fingers through yours, silently trying to tell you he doesn't want to fuck up again.

"I remember," he murmurs after a few minutes.

He finally pulls himself out of you and reaches through the back window to grab another blanket. When he returns to you, he crawls on top of you once again, letting his head rest on your chest and his body between your legs. You bring one hand up to his hair and the other down to his back, softly scratching underneath the blanket he covers the two of you with.

"Maybe," he speaks after a while, having been enjoying your back scratches, "It can be different this time."

You sigh, not wanting to start a fight when you can still feel the spot inside of you aching. He doesn't know what to make of your silence, so he just runs his hand up and down the length of your torso.

"Like, I don't know, we could try harder. And-"

"Rafe," you stop him, your voice strained, "There were a lot of reasons why it didn't work."

He looks up at you and nods, then lays his head back down with a sadder expression. You run your hand through his hair again, deciding to change the subject.

"Are you growing it out?"

"I don't know," he sighs, clearly annoyed you don't want to finish that conversation, "I just fell into a little hole and couldn't really do much. Apparently, hair cuts fall into the 'much' category."

You want to ask about it, about his 'little hole', but you stay quiet. He kisses your stomach again, not knowing how many butterflies swim around your stomach when he does.

"Are you gonna leave him?"

You move your head down to look at him, almost to see if you heard him right. He doesn't bother looking up at you, he already knows the answer.

"No," you finally say, "I'm not leaving JJ."

Rafe snickers against your bare skin, reaching up and playing with your nipple just to prove he can.

"So, you're just gonna have bad sex and live on the Cut for the rest of your life?"

You sit up now, completely displacing him. He sits up, too, but lets you wrap the blanket around yourself. He stares into your eyes, knowing what he said was a little fucked up, but not knowing how to apologize for it.

"I didn't say I was gonna marry him," you defend, keeping your voice low so you don't start a fight.

"Right," Rafe laughs, "But he's nice to you. So why wouldn't you?"

You roll your eyes, "What do you want me to say, Rafe? You want me to say I'll leave him so I can fuck you in the back of your truck day in and day out? You don't even want to be with me like that-"

"You don't know what I fucking want," Rafe snaps at you.

He leaves you to process his sentence, standing up and grabbing the clothes thrown about. He throws your stuff in front of you, then slides on his shorts. He tucks his own underwear in his pocket, realizing silently that yours are still in there. Even though he's irritated, he hangs onto them anyway.

You sigh and stand up, pulling on your own shirt and shorts. His eyes soften when he sees that you're upset, knowing this is not how either of you wanted to end the night.

"Hey," he steps over to you, grabbing your arms and pulling you around to face him, "I'm sorry. I'm not going to give you my blessing to stay with Maybank or whatever, but I get it. You gave me a shot back in August and I blew it. So, do what you gotta do. But you gotta understand, I've been suffering pretty bad since then. So, I'll do whatever it takes to see you. Even if it means sneaking around."

You smile softly and stand on your tip-toes to give him a kiss. He accepts it, trailing his hand around your waist to pull you even closer.

"Thank you," you say, "I honestly don't know what to think right now. Can I take some time to figure it all out?"

Rafe nods, reaching up to tuck hair behind your ear, "Take all the time you need to."

You smile at him again, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you in for a hug. You breathe in his scent, loving that you get to smell him again. He kisses the top of your head, thankful that he was able to use his words and actually not be an asshole to you for the first time since you two got involved.

"Come on. I'll take you home."

He leads you over to the edge of the bed, jumping down first and then holding his hand out for you. He puts the back up and then walks you over to the passenger side, holding the door open.

Rafe keeps a hand on you the entire time he drives. It's not that far from the bridge, only about ten minutes, but still. He can't seem to keep his hands off you. It's almost like he thinks you'll evaporate if he doesn't keep his grip on you.

He shuts off the headlights as soon as he pulls into your driveway, so as not to draw attention with your parents. You lean over the console and grab onto the collar of his shirt again, pulling him in for a kiss.

He grabs onto the back of your neck and deepens it, wanting nothing more than to make you crawl into his lap and let him fuck you right here. You pull away just in time, because Rafe's not sure he can stop.

"Um, so," he says awkwardly, looking at the radio instead of you, "I'd like to see you again, if that's all right."

Rafe almost makes you laugh when he gets like this, because he's so dominant when he fucks you, but can never seem to play it cool when he is vulnerable.

"Yeah," you nod, "How about tomorrow?"

Every anxiety melts away from Rafe when you ask him that. He looks over at you, knowing you're serious, and raises an eyebrow.

"Already ready for more?" he smirks, setting his hand back down on your thigh.

"I was ready about ten seconds after it was over," you inform him, "Which, by the way, didn't take very long."

He groans as you tease him about how long he lasts, but you know with his smirk, he's getting ready to tell you the same thing.

"Oh, please. I kissed you one time, right here," he traces his fingers over your core through your shorts, "And you fucking came all over me."

Your cheeks turn red as he reminds you of it. You shake your head and bite your lip, and Rafe has to look away so as not to get hard again.

"All right, well, we both need to work on it, then."

"Tomorrow it is," he decides.

He leans over and kisses you one more time, then removes his hand from your leg to allow you to get out.

"Hey," he raises his voice once you hop out of the truck, "Could you, like, not fuck JJ before I see you tomorrow?"

Your mouth falls open at the request, surprised he even asked you that. It honestly hadn't even crossed your mind - you truly had no desire to do that, anyway.

"We'll see," you tease.

Rafe groans loudly, making you laugh.

"I'm not going to," you state, voice more serious than before. Rafe just nods, feeling bad for asking but not bad enough to not do it. You give him another smile and then close the door of the truck, waving to him once you reach the front door.

When your mom asks you how JJ is, you reply 'fine'. When she asks you if you'll be hanging out with him again tomorrow night, you say 'yep'. And when you finally get up to your room and collapse on the bed, you realize that you, in fact, are not wearing any underwear.

The next morning, you wake up with two missed calls and a voicemail from JJ. It's Sunday, no school, so you have no idea why he's calling you early.

"Hey, sweet girl," he greets your voicemail inbox, "John B, Kie and I are taking the boat out. Wanted to see if you would join. You're probably still asleep, that's okay. I'll call you when we get back to see what's up. Sleep tight. I- ah, I'll see you later. Bye, princess."

Your breath hitches in your throat at the end, wondering if he was about to say those three words. He can't. You two have only been dating for a few months. You're sure as hell not there yet, so how could he be?

You send him a short text in response to his voicemail, not even questioning his stutter at the end.

Just got your message. Slept in. Sorry. Got family stuff going on tonight, so I'll just see you for school tomorrow. XOXO.

You throw your phone down on your bed and sigh, wondering how you're going to fill your day now that JJ's busy. You grin when you realize it's Sunday - Rafe isn't working. You sort through your contacts until you find his number, one you couldn't bare to delete when you two ended things the first time.

JJ = Busy. Y/N = Bored. Come over. Need you.

You add the last part just because you know it will send him running. One thing you know about Rafe Cameron's feelings for you: you have him absolutely wrapped around your finger. Your phone buzzes a minute later, making you smile.

JJ: I miss you. Want to see you. What kind of family stuff? Maybe I can come by.

You sigh. As sweet as this boy is, sometimes you just wish he would leave you alone. You attempt to type out a reply, but immediately click on Rafe's message when it comes through.

Rafe: Already on the way. Hope you're hungry.

You grin and try not to get too excited that you get to see him so soon. You open JJ's text again, typing out a quick reply.

It's my parents. They want a family night in. I'll see you tomorrow morning.

You hope that will satisfy your boyfriend enough for now. You know he'll call you later anyway, so you don't worry about disappointing him.

You rise from your bed and attempt to fix up your hair, then change out of your pajamas so you don't look like a seven year old when Rafe gets here. Just as you finish pulling your hair up into a ponytail, you hear a knock on your window. Your head shoots over as you see Rafe, with a goofy grin on his face, waving at you. He holds up a bag of food, as if it's an incentive for you to open the window.

You laugh and walk over, unlocking and pulling it up to see him. The second the window is up high enough, he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you in for a kiss. He has to tell himself not to drop the food on the ground, wanting nothing more than to grab onto both sides of your face and keep you against him.

"Hi," he greets you once he pulls away, his lips extra pink from the chapstick he took off you.

"Hi," you reply, smiling like an idiot.

You just can't get over how, in a few short days, you and Rafe have fallen back into your old ways. Except this time, it's not a booty call in the middle of the night, and he brought you breakfast. He never used to see you during the day like this.

"Are you gonna invite me in, babe? It's, like, muddy out here."

You snicker and reach for the bag of food, setting it inside on your desk before nodding for him to enter.

"Careful, Cameron," you tease him, "We don't have a maid to shine your shoes over here on the Cut."

Rafe rolls his eyes, reaching out for your hand as he climbs through your window. He has to move his body at several different angles to fit through, given that he's so tall. He finally stands in front of you, instinctively setting his hands on your hips and pulling you into him.

"I was planning on surprising you. Kinda ruined it, being all horny and shit."

You pull your head from his chest and glare up at him, watching him snicker.

"I am not horny," you say, even though you both know it's a lie.

"Need you," Rafe mocks your text, pulling you down on your bed. You cuddle into his lap, letting him rest a hand on your thigh.

"Whatever," you huff. He laughs lightly above you, then kisses the top of your head.

"Just teasing, baby."

You grow quiet on him, thinking about how easy this would be. You still have so many hesitations from the way things went last time. Rafe used to be such an asshole, he was always coked out, and he flat out told you he didn't want to be with you. Now, as you sit with him and breathe him in, you think he might be wanting something different.

"I don't mean to be obsessive," Rafe says after a few minutes, "But these shoes are expensive as hell and there was a lot of mud outside."

"Just... buy new ones," you grumble, cuddling your face into his neck. He groans, not wanting to get up from you, either. But his shoes.

"Baby," he groans. You swear that nickname will never get old to you. Not when it comes from him, "Come with me to clean them off."

He doesn't give you time to respond, he just guides your legs around his waist and then stands up, supporting your weight with one arm. If you weren't turned on before, you sure as hell are now. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him.

He carries you to his bathroom and sets you down on your vanity like a toddler. You signal for a kiss, but it's lost in translation as he's too worried about his shoes. He slips them off and grabs a washcloth, wetting it before slowly and carefully wiping the mud off.

"Does mud stain?" he asks you, keeping his eyes focused on his work.

"Dunno," you reply, irked that he didn't give you your kiss.

His eyes flicker up to yours, and when he sees your expression, he knows he's done something wrong.

"All right," he sighs, "Out with it."

You smile at how well he knows you. You tease him, only shrugging your shoulders and frowning, as if to give him the silent treatment. He stands up, mumbling under his breath about how 'fucking annoying' you can be sometimes. He sets his shoe and the washcloth down, then steps in between your legs and sets both hands on your thighs as he stares at you.

"You better tell me what I fucking did," he warns, his voice low.

You inch your head forward until you're so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. You think about how the food must be getting cold.

"Yes, sir," you whisper.

Rafe groans, then gives in to his want. He kisses you, reaching up and grabbing hold of your cheeks to keep you pressed to him. He practically devours you, but you don't mind one bit. His kisses feel too good.

He drops one hand from your face to the top of your shorts, wasting no time at all as he shoves his hand into them. You're wearing nothing underneath, making him smirk.

"No underwear?" he smirks, flicking his fingers against you, "Is it because I still have them from last night?"

Before you can respond, he shoves his fingers inside of you. Two of them, but you know he'll add the third one in no time. You moan out immediately, which makes Rafe feel like a fucking god.

"I can't-" you try to speak, but Rafe shakes his head and uses his other hand to cover your mouth.

"Can't risk getting caught," he tells you, excusing his actions. Not that he needs to. All they do is turn you on even more.

You just nod against his hand, and when he feels you clench around his fingers, he shoves a third one in. You moan loudly, luckily his hand catches most of the sound.

"Mhm," Rafe nods, watching you take his fingers like a pro, "So much for the silent treatment, baby."

He considers pulling his fingers out as punishment, but he decides to be nice. He quickens his pace, but he knows you need more than that. He curls his fingers inside of you, practically making you scream.

"That's it," he grins.

You come about ten seconds later. He keeps his fingers in you as you ride out your orgasm, then removes them and licks them clean when you're through.

"Jesus," you groan once his hand comes off your mouth.

He pulls your shorts down from your legs, and for a second you think he isn't done with you yet. But when he reaches under your sink and grabs a clean washcloth, you know what he's up to. He wets it with lukewarm water, then looks at you gently.

"Can I clean you up?" he asks, his voice quieter than usual.

You nod, letting him work. He wipes you up and makes sure you're good, sealing the deal with a kiss on your inner thigh. You lean forward and give him a kiss on the lips, unable to process how this sweet boy is in your house with you, making you come so hard and your heart flutter at the same time.

"Now," he says, sitting back down on the floor and picking up his shoe, "If you don't mind."

You laugh and nod your head. You can't believe he's so casual about having just fingered you and making you come in three minutes.

You sit there and watch him, admiring how careful he is with his cleaning. He looks so handsome to you, with his hair slightly in his eyes, focus and determination etched in his eyebrows. You watch the way he clenches his jaw when he misses a spot with the washcloth, and the way he smiles so softly to himself when he does it right. He can feel your eyes on him, and he tries to ignore it, but he can't take it anymore.

"What?"

He doesn't look over at you, he keeps his gaze on his shoe. You shrug.

"You're just so handsome, Rafe Cameron."

He freezes, dropping his shoe slightly from his grip.

"Shit," he mutters to himself, then stands up and steps over to you.

He places himself in between your legs again, leaning down and kissing you gently. One hand wraps itself around your neck as he deepens the kiss, knowing he's getting you hot again.

"You're beautiful," he informs you, peppering kisses along your cheeks and jaw, "Very, insanely beautiful."

You smile, "Thank you."

He continues kissing you, leaving a final one on your lips before pulling away.

"God, you really know how to distract a guy," he grumbles. Despite his attitude, he gives you one more kiss before he goes back to his cleaning.

"Sorry," you shrug, even though you both know you're not.

The bathroom grows quiet as you continue to watch Rafe work. He doesn't speak and neither do you, but it's a comfortable silence. You're almost completely relaxed when you hear what sounds like your bedroom door opening. You tense and sit up, afraid of your parents catching Rafe here. Rafe glances over at you, not looking concerned at all. He almost looks amused.

"Sweetheart?"

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