#making the gif and looking at his arms frame by frame 🥵

[thirstyvampyr]

1x8 | 4x11

#shameless #noel fisher #cameron monaghan #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #the power of the bottom #sit yo ass down bitch he dont care how tall you get he's gonna throw you anyway #oh to be manhandled by a 3 apples tall boy #making the gif and looking at his arms frame by frame 🥵 #my gifs #gallavich parallels

[thegettingbyp2]

Oh!

Billy the kid hates reader but it’s so passionate so… they fuck. Threats are always spewing in sex, gun to the head, a splintered bed frame/dented wood step… 🥵

Would I Do This

A/N: Hi I've combined this with a request where Billy fucks the reader with his gun, really hope you like it!

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Billy hated you. He was pretty sure he hated you more than he’d ever hated anyone else and he couldn’t put his finger on why. But what he did know was that you knew how much he hated you, so you made it your mission to infuriate him at every chance you had. You’d think that by now he’d be used to your constant teasing, that he’d just be able to brush it off of his shoulder and carry on with his day, and usually he could do this to an extent, but there was something about you on this particular night.

‘Hey Billy!’ you called over to him from where you were sitting on the wooden step at the front of your house, your dress sitting prettily around you as you breathed in the night air. Billy knew that he should just carry on walking and ignore you but he quickly found himself stopping in the middle of the road and turning to head closer to you, stopping when he was a couple of feet away.

‘What do you want?’ he said, crossing his arms over his chest, already getting annoyed when you giggled at him.

‘What’s wrong with you today, hmm?’

‘I saw you.’

‘You hurt me, Billy, you truly hurt me,’ you replied, grinning as you held your hand to your chest and Billy couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. ‘Besides, I don’t think you actually hate me at all.’

This pulled Billy up short, his eyebrow raising as he looked at you. ‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yep. I think you’re actually in love with me and are just too scared to admit it.’

That was the last straw for Billy as he cleared the final few feet between the two of you, his hand coming out to wrap tightly round your throat, making you gasp in surprise as he brought his face close to yours. ‘If I loved you, I’d be treating you a lot nicer than this,’ he said, before crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was rough, dirty, your teeth clashing against each others as Billy’s hand refused to let up on its grip around your neck. ‘If you want, I can take you inside and show you how much I hate you,’ he said, breaking the kiss and pulling back to look at you, his grip loosening the tiniest bit while he waited for your confirmation.

It was only then that you realised that you were still outside on your front step and anyone who walked past would have just seen what happened. You quickly nodded your head, desperate to get inside and see what else Billy would do to you.

‘Words,’ he reminded you, tightening his grip once again.

‘Yes,’ you gasped out breathlessly as your hand came up to wrap around his wrist. That was all Billy needed to hear before he took his hand off of your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you to your feet and pushing you inside your house.

As soon as the door slammed closed behind you, Billy spun you around and crashed his lips to yours again, lifting your thighs around his waist and walking over to the small sofa that sat in the centre of the room before dropping you on it and climbing over you. He instantly pulled the skirts of your dress up and your panties down, revealing yourself to him and brought his hand down to run a finger through your folds, groaning at how wet you were.

‘If I loved you,’ he said, pushing a finger into you without any preparation, making your head fall back and a moan to escape your lips, ‘I wouldn’t be using you like the little slut that you are, would I?’

‘Some couples are into that kind of thing,’ you replied, grinning up at him.

‘Oh yeah?’ he crooked his fingers inside you as he used his other hand to reach down to his belt and grab his gun, sliding it up your body and pointing it at your head. ‘Would I be doing this?’ he questioned mockingly.

You felt your heart stop as you felt the cold metal of the barrel of his gun against your temple, both from fear and excitement as you felt your pussy clench around his fingers, making him smirk. ‘You wouldn’t,’ you said, hating the fact that your voice shook slightly.

‘Wouldn’t I?’ he said before pulling the trigger. The click of the empty barrel echoed through the room and you couldn’t help but flinch, making Billy chuckle darkly. The sound of the gun had you clenching around his fingers, throwing you into your first orgasm of the night.

Once your breathing had begun to even out again and your eyes reopened, you were instantly greeted with the sight of Billy smirking above you, still holding his gun in his hand against your temple. Your chest heaved from the adrenaline.

‘You actually came around my fingers at the idea of a gun to your head?’ Billy asked incredulously, a low chuckle coming from his chest, ‘you’re more of a slut than I thought.’ Your cheeks flushed as you realised that you didn’t have a comeback for him which only made him laugh harder. ‘If you liked that so much, I wonder what else I could do to make you cum with my gun?’

You didn’t actually process what he had just said, still too busy recovering from your orgasm, until you felt him slide his gun down your body, your body stilling when he ran the cold metal of the barrel through your folds, bumping against your already-sensitive clit. Your hips bucked up slightly, earning you a pleased hum for Billy, a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing again.

‘How about I fuck you with my gun? See how quick you get off on that?’ he asked teasingly, circling the barrel of the gun around your entrance.

‘Take the bullets out,’ you replied, still somewhat breathless.

Billy leaned back down, this time planting a soft kiss to your lips surprising you. ‘Now, why do that? I take the bullets out and it takes away the fun,’ he said before beginning to apply pressure as he slowly pushed his gun into you, making sure to give you time to adjust before pushing more in and rubbing a thumb on your clit, making sure you stayed nice and wet for him.

As soon as the gun was buried deep inside of you, Billy pulled it back only to push it back into you, causing a quiet whine to crawl from your throat as your head tilted back. ‘Billy,’ you sighed unknowingly as your eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure.

‘Nuh-uh,’ Billy sounded, tapping your cheek harshly to open your eyes, ‘eyes on me. I want you to see who it is making you feel this good with a fucking gun.’

His words paired with the feeling of his thumb on your clit and his gun inside you had you whining pitifully as you tried to keep your eyes open. ‘Close,’ you managed to gasp out as you started rocking your hips in time with the gun.

‘Oh yeah? You gonna cum on my gun, sweetheart?’ he teased, speeding up his pace with the gun and his thumb on your clit until your thighs began to shake around his waist. ‘Go on, cum all over my gun like a little slut and I’ll fuck you with my cock.’

That was all it took for you to let yourself fall over the edge. As stars burst behind your eyes and your back arched up into him, you left yourself to Billy’s mercy as he fucked you through your second orgasm. However, the sound of a click had your world screeching to a halt, unfairly cutting your orgasm short as Billy pulled the trigger again.

‘You - you just,’ you stammered, not quite believing what had happened. ‘You said you were taking the bullets out.’

‘Think back, sweetheart. You told me to take the bullets out and I said no,’ he said, leaning back down until his lips were brushing your ear as he whispered, ‘that’s where all the fun is. But, look at that, I’ve made you cum twice and you’ve not even had my cock yet.’

‘Don’t get cocky, it’s not a good look on you.’

‘Maybe so, but I think you on my cock is going to look very good,’ he replied straight away, leaning back to push his trousers down and free his cock. You took the time to pull your dress up and over your head so you were naked on the sofa underneath him and he groaned when he saw the sight of you, your thighs spread over his as his hands came to grip them wrapping you tighter around him and placing his cock on your stomach, showing you just how deep he’s going to reach inside of you. You couldn’t help the nervous swallow as you realised his was going to be the biggest cock you’d taken. ‘Like what you see, sweetheart?’ he asked, smirking down at you.

‘Don’t call me - oh!’ you were cut off as Billy slid into you, not stopping until he was completely buried in you and your chests were pressed against each other. The fabric of his shirt was rubbing against your nipples teasingly and it took everything you had not to whine at the feeling. Billy groaned at the feeling of you wrapped around him and he buried his head in your neck, nipping at your skin.

‘You were saying?’ he looked back at you before letting his eyes trail down your body as he began to thrust his hips. He bit his lower lip as he watched himself disappear inside you, mesmerised at the way you stretched around him before looking back at you, grinning when he saw your head tipped back and your eyes screwed closed.

He moved his head to your breasts, circling his tongue around one of your nipples, making you arch into him before harshly bit down, pulling a cry from your lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against you as he started to leave bite marks all over your breasts, collar and neck, marks that you knew were going to start to bruise before he even left.

‘Stop leaving marks,’ you protested weakly as he grazed his teeth against your earlobe, a small whimper coming from you as his breath fanned across your face as he chuckled at you.

‘I want everyone to see that you were my little slut, to see that I put you in your place.’

Billy sped up the pace of his hips, his breath coming heavier as he grew closer to his orgasm. His hips started hitting harder against yours as he hitched one of your legs higher on his waist, making his cock brush against your g-spot.

‘Fuck, Billy, I can’t,’ you whined, tugging at his hair hard enough to make him hiss in your ear. Your whole body felt like it was shaking as you began to feel overstimulated as your third orgasm was fast approaching.

‘Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good,’ Billy groaned, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

You clenched around Billy as you were both catapulted into your orgasms simultaneously. Your hands moved from Billy’s hair to wrap around his neck, holding him close as he panted against your skin. As you were both coming down, you couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on his jaw, making him shiver before he pulled out of you and leaned back on the sofa, running a hand down his face.

‘Where are you going?’ you asked quietly when you watched him stand up and begin to tidy himself up, leaving you feeling vulnerable as you grabbed your dress, wrapping it around you haphazardly as you sat up. Billy chuckled darkly before he looked over at you, hatred filling his eyes once again.

‘I think I’ve finished proving my point, sweetheart,’ he said coldly, smirking as he looked you up at down again. ‘Next time you need a reminder, call me,’ he said before walking out of the door, leaving you, still naked on the sofa, cursing yourself for letting yourself feel something for him.

#billy the kid #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid smut #tom blyth

[cloneloverrrrr]

Hii! First things first, I LOVE ur fics and ur blog! It's my first time requesting a fic since I'm always worried about overwhelming the writers. No pressure at all to write the fic okay??

I wanted to ask if you could write some spicy Crosshair x fem reader? Soo for the prompt I'm thinking Crosshair probably gets so jealous and worked up over the day watching you(reader) interact closely with other men, specially regs. He makes sure to mark you up and kriff you so good so you never forget who you belong to. Lots of dirty talking. He's sweet in the aftercare tho since he's a softie.

Also, if he spits in ur mouth that would be the cherry on top and chef's kiss, but it doesn't have to have that 🙊🙈🙈

Hiiiii sweetie 🥹

Thank you! That’s so so so kind to say it made me smile 🤩😁

I am so here for giving sexy Crosshair some loving 🫠🫠urhh he’s just a HOTTIE! I hope I captured him in the right way as I’ve never wrote for him and I hope you like this likkle bit of filth 🥵🥵hehehe

Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1244

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁

Another long day of listening to Nala Se , yes her knowledge is second to none and you had learnt a great deal but you could think of something else you’d much rather be doing right now.

You wonder at the far depths of your mind why you had been transferred from the medical base on Coruscant to Kamino however deep down you weren’t one to complain. If it meant you spent more time with a certain clone then maker you’d stay here forever and always. Crosshair had intrigued you from day one a total asshole but stars above you wanted him, his domineering stance, his conceited aura, the feral look in his eyes each time you pass each other, the animalistic look a one that could kill each time a reg gets a little to close to you. Yet nothing had happened and you were so desperate for his touch it kept you awake at night.

Finally back at your private quarters you had a chance to relax your mind and body until a loud knock pulled you from your thoughts.

“One moment” you call out pulling your robes over to give you some form of decorum.

Crosshair stands at your door leaned against the frame, swirling that toothpick at the side of his mouth, his arms crossed over his muscular lithe body, he glared at you, his jaw was clenching yet he remained silent.

“Crosshair- are y-you ok? What’s wrong?” You ask confused chewing your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard and the stoney silence did nothing to hide it. He scanned your body approving the silk of the fabric draped around you hugging your curves.

“Crosshair- what’s going on?” The authority in your tone causes him to raise a brow. A low chuckle escapes his lips. His usual expression unreadable yet something primal, something dark flashed behind his amber eyes.

He moves towards you closing the distance between your bodies, tension already boiling over. You quickly cover the remainder of your bare skin, Crosshair being as perceptive as ever notices. His gloved hands clutch at your wrists.

“Ah ah ah” his voice demanding and oh maker so fucking sexy.

“Take it off” he demanded.

Your eyes widened and a breath hitched in your throat as you slowly unwrapped your robe letting it drop the ground exposing your naked body. One hand reaches out to skim across your delicate flesh.

“Good girl- you don’t know what you do to me do you?” He growled his eyes blown wild with lust. He stalks you, backing you closer to the cool of the wall with each step he takes.

“What I do to you…?” Your voice bewildered.

“The regs… I’ve seen how close you work with them I’ve seen the way they look at you princess” he rasps , caging you in at the wall both fists planted at the side your head.

“Could the regs do this princess?” He scoffed whispering against your ear. He plunged two fingers into your moist core you gasped and wriggled in response. His fingers began to explore your tight pussy sliding in and out at a gentle pace. His free hand clasped around your throat, only allowing for a small amount of your to fill your lungs.

“Oh Cross-“ your soft moans cut off by his lips crashing against yours, the kiss was hot heavy and possessive. His fingers begin to relentlessly slide in and out, your juices soaking his fingers.

You moan and pant into his mouth, tongues and teeth collide as you begin to grind against his palm, a beautiful friction buzzing inside of you shooting blinding pleasure throughout your body. His pace only quickens pushing you closer and closer that sweet release.

Crosshair breaks away from the kiss pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. His eyes lock with yours. He studies your face before forcefully grabbing your chin the wetness from his fingers damp against your skin.

“Open” he growled

Obediently you part your lips and open your mouth looking up at this clone you’ve wanted for so long allowing Crosshair to spit in your mouth. Swallowing his spit you ran your tongue across your teeth, a feral glint sparkled in your eyes.

“Good little princess now bend over for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.

You got on all fours for Crosshair back arched and ass sticking out , your fluttering cunt anxiously waiting for him to ruin you. He positioned himself behind you rubbing his throbbing length up and down your slit, quiet gasps fell from your lips.

“Please” you plead

“Patience princess” he scolded, his voice low, gravely.

His thick pulsating member sheathed fully inside of you brutally filling you with no warning. He began fucking into you mercilessly. Each thrust hard and deep smacking off that spongy spot your legs trembling as he fucks into you with such force. He leans down nipping and biting at your flesh relishing in the way you squirm and groan as his teeth mark you.

The sounds of wet squelching, his balls smacking against your skin and pitiful grunts and moans fill the small room.

“That’s it take me princess take my fucking cock in your cunt I know how fucking much you wanted it”

He growls into your neck placing open mouth wet kisses where his lips can reach.

“Uh fuck oh Crosshair harder” you whine and groan underneath him , the pace almost painful but never taking away from the burning coil tightening inside you.

“Regs won’t fuck you the way I do princess- you belong to me”

Your pelvic muscles tighten, the blistering heat ablaze across your body burning more and more, sharp gratifying sparks tingle through each vein as Crosshair continues his relentless pounding, your cunt throbs around him you moan louder gripping the soft sheets under your clamy skin.

Your edging so close to that beautiful feeling of pure rapture. You feel every vein every rib of Crosshairs fat cock fucking you senseless. He can feel the way your walls flutter around him, his thrusts erratic as he leans down into you clutching your neck the other engulfing your heavy breast.

“Fuck” Crosshair groans sinking his teeth into your neck.

“I’m gonna uh fuck Crosshair I’m gonna cum” you whine, eyes screwed shut, your breathing laboured.

Rocking your hips back into his harsh thrusts whimpering incoherently your body betrays you and cum hard, your eyes roll back , your vision blurs stars shooting across the back of your eyes , your pussy convulses.

Screams and moans floor the air.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me like a good little whore” Crosshair groans are strained as his calloused fingers curl roughly into your hips.

Your pathetic moans cause him to succumb to the blinding gratification and he coats your walls with his warm seed.

“Mmmm fuck good girl” his voice low husky, dark.

Creamy cum spills out from your ruined pussy dribbling down your thighs. Your bodies fall limp against each other. You feel his lips graze against your shoulder blade.

Tender sweet kisses litter your salty skin, a taste he gladly welcomes.

Crosshair slides of out of you achingly slow taking pleasure in the way your face contorts knowing you enjoy how this feels. You watch as he begins circling your clit before pushing back some of the mixed cum that falls freely from your swollen cunt.

A dark feral look splashes across his face.

“Lay back princess i want to taste that sweet pretty cunt.”

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[hobicakess]

namjoon seems like the type of guy to blatantly check out his girl even when she’s looking at him. imagining getting the up and down from those eyes of his makes me 💦🥵

ummm do you think im some kinda slut???

Let's get into it ♡

Boyfriend!Namjoon, who leans against the door frame, is watching you check yourself out in the mirror. Feeling yourself to the max as you turn to look at your backside just slightly showing in your veryyy mini skirt. Thong string settled on your hips. Boobs sitting high and mighty in your pink corset skin shining in coconut oil smelling like you just watched out of a sugar factory

Boyfriend!Namjoon, who you could see him through the large mirror thick arms cross over his chest tight along with his clenched jaw.

Boyfriend!Namjoon, who made up his mind deciding you weren't leaving the house tonight. "What?" You turning around swiftly even in your clunky heels, adding one last ring to your finger.

He said nothing, eyes slitted and dark like a dragon. The look on his face was familiar and feral as he took his time, leading his eyes back up to your face. "The girls are waiting outside. Bye-bye baby." kissing him on the chest, trying to get past him before he could pounce but damn those heels.

Like an animal be strided heavy behind you before you could even hit the front door. Grabbing you up, and bending you over in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch yourself fall apart as he railed you, deep groans in your ear about how pretty you were and how no one deserves to see you.

You couldn't tell, you were too cockdrunk, of course! When he's finished he pulls out and cums all over your skirt and some landing on your corset. The second load was for your pretty face and tits.

#bts x black reader #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #★𝓓𝓮𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

[salvador-daley]

Sauna Klaus x Dave

Umbrella Academy smut 🍑🥵

Author’s Note: So, the other day, my husband told me about our town’s gay sauna and how there was a whole documentary about it. I didn’t ask him how he knew all this, but I did watch the documentary.

Anyway, then this happened.

All my other WIPs (Dead Sexy, Chained and High Altitude) are still ongoing and new chapters for each are coming soon - I just really needed to get this smut out of my system. (I’m sorry!)

Enjoy, filth fans! If you like it, leave me some comments and I will read them over and over while lying on my bed in the foetal position because they are my primary source of dopamine. 🧡🧡

Summary:

Dave goes to the sauna for the first time.

It goes… very well.

Snippet from Sauna:

He is beautiful - but not in the way a man is usually beautiful - in the way the Grand Canyon is beautiful. An awe-inspiring, breath-taking, all-encompassing beauty. His cheekbones and jawline are razor-sharp, his eyebrows thick and expressive, his eyelashes long, his goatee finely manicured, framing a wide, warm smile. He is so radiant, he’s almost painful to look at. Like the sun.

“Wow, you’re…”

“Invading your space, I know. I hope you don’t mind - I just have this damn tricky shoulder, I’m hoping the heat will help to loosen it up.” The man massages the top of his arm for emphasis.

Fuck, his arms are beautiful too.

Dave shakes his head “No, no, that’s fine.” He doesn’t really know what to do here, he’s been thrown off by that face, those eyes, those arms.

He panics and sticks out his hand. “I’m Dave, by the way.”

The man looks down at the proffered hand as if Dave just offered him a rubber chicken. Instantly, Dave realises his mistake; he has forgotten the primary purpose of places like these - anonymity.

A bemused smile crosses the man’s face, the kind one reserves for the quaint idiosyncrasies of a foreign tourist.

“A names guy, hey?”

It’s like Dave has suggested some new, weird kink and he’s deciding whether to go for it or not.

“Okay, then. I’m Klaus.” Klaus takes Dave’s hand and gives it a hearty shake. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

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[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey I love you're story's there always bright up my day 💚I have a question, would you do a story where Y/N is the queen cobra so a student and y/n and terry fell in love ? (An adult student ofc) that would be interesting 💚

Thank you so much 🥺💚 that's very kind of you to say, I shall try my best 😊

Since finding out about the new dojo called cobra kai, straight away you went to see if there was any spaces available. And luckily, there was! At first it was just John Kreese, but then another man joined to help teach me too. Terry silver. They were both good teachers, but you definitely preferred Terry. He was so handsome, charming, and he was very supportive. You connected with Terry much more than John. And you definitely found him very attractive.

You had been there many months and were doing so well, that not only were you given a position as a sensei, but you had actually surpassed their skills as your thirst for knowledge grew. You learned bojutsu, krav maga ect. Many more skills than them both. So one day, you enter the dojo and are surprised to see John and Terry waiting for you. "Uhh hey guys, everything alright?" They both smile, and Terry takes a step forward "yes Y/N were find, we were actually just discussing you" "me?" John smiles and walks into the office while Terry continues to talk to you. "We were discussing how impressed we are of you, and how cobra kai has improved so much since you've started working hear" John walks back out, with a framed certificate in his hand. "So, me and john decided to make you a little something" john hands you the framed certificate, which says (the cobra queen of the cobra kai dojo) "oh my God, guys! This is so nice! Thank you" John smiles "your welcome Y/N" you smile happily, looking the frame, and Terry just admires you. "So listen guys, I have to get going, you alright to lock down the dojo later Terry?" "Yeh no problem john" John walks out of the dojo leaving you and Terry alone. "So Terry, you have anything needed doing today?" He smiles at you. "Actually Y/N, I have a personal request for you" "oh really?" "Yes, I would you to teach me a little krav maga" this makes you smile "sure, I'm happy to give you a little private lesson" you and Terry make your way to a training room and begin warming up. Your secretly very exited to be doing this with him, a chance to flirt maybe? You start showing him the basics, and before you know it, your both full on fighting eachother in krav maga style. ""Oh sensei L/N, dont go to hard on me" this makes you smirk "sensei silver, aren't you the one that says no mercy?" He chuckles at you "well, that's a good point by dear" with that he tries a forward punch move, but you manage to slip behind him, and pin him on the floor on his stomach, and you have his hand behind his back. "Haha I'm definitely in need of more lessons aren't I sensei L/N?" You turn him over onto his back so he is facing you. "Please, call me Y/N" he smiles, then he intertwines his fingers into yours, pulls yours and his hand above his head, bringing you very close to him. "If that's what the beautiful lady wishes" he says as he looks longingly at your lips. You feel the heat biuld up in your cheeks, lean down and give him a delicate kiss. However, by the look in his eyes, he wants more. He leans up, takes you in his arms, pins you on the training mat and you end up having a steamy make out session 😏🥵💚

#thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #sensei targaryen #terry silver

[late-to-the-party-81]

🛍 Can't leave the party without party bag and you know who I want in tidd- MINE. Who I want in mine 😌

you better have some big fucking bags 🥵🤤😜

with the word... Unwrapping 😏

I'll leave the future of my panties in your capable hands now 😘

( it can be just fluff to ruin my heart instead, whatever you want, you know I'm weak for this man no matter what)

Christy, I couldn't help it - he wanted to be a fluffy boy.

Un-beta'd ramblings; approx 900 words

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You whirled around, laughing, your hand held tight in Ari’s. You could help but marvel at how big he was.

I bet he’ll be big everywhere…

You cajoled the horny part of your brain into silence. This was only your second date with the massive man, and whilst you were pretty sure you wanted to ‘take him for a test drive’, you wanted to wait a bit longer. You’d been burnt in love before and you wanted to be more certain, know him better, before taking that next step. 

When you’d accidentally fallen asleep against him on the subway, lulled into slumber by the movement of the train, the heat radiating off his massive frame, and the woodsy scent of his cologne, you’d never imagined he’d ask you out on a date.

Heat suffused your skin as you remembered how he’d gently shaken you awake, apologising for taking away your pillow, but it was his stop. You’d been so mortified when you’d realised that the damp patch on the arm of his jacket was from your drool. Before you’d even had a chance to apologise he pressed a piece of paper into your hand and headed for the doors.

“See you later, Sleeping Beauty.”

You sat in dumb silence as the train pulled out of the station, until the elderly lady opposite leant over and jabbed your knee.

“Well, open the paper. If that’s not his number I’m giving all my cats away…”

You unfolded the scrap and stared. Stuff like this didn’t happen to you, but you were glad the old lady was going to keep her cats.

So, here you were, on your second date. The first had been a walk in the park and then stopping for coffee, your idea. He was in charge of this one, which is how you found yourself all bundled up at the local ice rink.

You’d been worried about making a fool of yourself,  but Ari had kept hold of at least one of your hands the whole time. Whenever you’d wobble, he’d quickly snaked a thick arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

He smiled down at you, blue eyes twinkling and the blond highlights in his hair catching the light.

He’s so fucking gorgeous…

After a while you’d gone to sit at the side, not lying when you said you were getting tired.

“And anyway, how can you show me all your moves if you’re having to keep hold of me.”

Ari leant over the barricade separating the ice from the stalls.

“You say that like me having you in my arms is a chore. Couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Then he’d pushed away and showed you what he could do. For such a big man he was impressively graceful, but it was obvious his skills were from playing hockey as opposed to figure skating. After a few laps around the rink, dodging and weaving between other couples and families, including some backwards work, he stopped by you, in a shower of ice flakes.

“Shall we go get a hot drink, Aurora, you look like you need one.”

You giggled at his silliness.

“You know that’s not my name, Ari.”

“Aah, but remember, you are my Sleeping Beauty.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. How was he this cute?

You purchased your drinks and strolled out into the cool evening air. Ari took your free hand and you strolled down the sidewalk, heading slowly towards your apartment. You chatted somewhat, but for the most part you both enjoyed the silence together, blowing and sipping on your drinks.

When you reached your building, you came to an awkward stop, part way up the steps. You turned, and Ari, a step below, almost bumped into you. His eyes, as blue as the ocean, bore into yours and your breath hitched.

“You're so perfect…” His words came out as a quiet murmur, and was your only warning before his lips descended onto yours. You dropped your empty cup as your hands came up to grasp his lapels, holding on lest you either crumple to the floor or float off into the sky. Both were a possibility with how you were feeling at this moment in time.

At the end of your first date he’d pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, your lips brushing over his shaggy facial hair. You’d felt a tingle pass through your body at that, but this! This was an electric current that travelled from your lips to your core. You whimpered and Ari took the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue, as he cradled your head in his hands.

You were getting lost in him. It would be so easy to invite him inside, but you knew that would be a mistake. You reluctantly broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his.

“I… I like you… I do… I just…”

He shushed you with a finger to your lips.

“You don’t have to apologise. You should never apologise for having boundaries and waiting to be comfortable. I can easily wait for you, whether it’s for one more date or one more year. Or ten. Nothing happens unless you want it too. Besides, I like the anticipation.”

His hands travelled down to smooth out your scarf and then back up to resettle your woolly hat on your hat.

“Whilst I’m looking forward to… unwrapping you, I want you to have absolutely no doubts or concerns. I can wait to peel away these layers. I can wait to have you bare in my bed. Or your bed. I can wait for you, for 100 years if needs be. My Aurora.”

#late to the party 81 #500 followers #late's sleepover #party time #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson x female reader #party bag 🛍

[boxofbonesfic]

Ooh can you write a softdark!manipulative!thor fic where both of you are fighting about something and it’s his fault but he manipulates you to think it’s your fault and makes you feel bad then comforts and coaxes you btw i looove pattycakes

Hah!!! yes i love this, especially because this is admittedly my favorite kind of Thor 🥵. Thank you so much, Pattycakes is my favorite ongoing fic right now! not to say that I don’t love Talking Bird, buuuuuut... Patty just has a special place in my heart, as OC’s go 😂

Title: “You shouldn’t have spoken to him at all.”

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Manipulative behavior, possessive behavior

A/N: 

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI! 😘 

You fidgeted, tugging at the hem of your dress as you waited. It wasn’t like Thor to be late, especially not to one of Tony’s parties. You already felt out of place there among all of the celebrities and honest-to-goodness heroes, and now that feeling was amplified by nervousness. Had something happened on Asgard to slow his arrival? Maybe it was dire, and he wouldn’t be coming at all. That thought had your fingers twisting nervously in the loose strands of hair that framed your face.

Your hair had taken hours to do; blowing out your curls until they were pin straight, and then flat ironing them in tiny sections until it was like spider silk when you pulled your fingers through it. You’d bought a new dress too—at Thor’s insistence—and had been eagerly waiting to show it off to him—only he hadn’t shown yet. You glanced at the clock again—had it really been two hours since you’d gotten there? You frowned. Maybe he’d finally grown tired of you after all; you were only human, and not even an important one at that. Perhaps during his latest two month stint on Asgard, some beautiful aesir had caught his eye, despite his nightly calls with you.

You’d been sitting by the entrance, but as the minutes ticked by, you decided to head for the bar. “Vodka Cranberry, please.” You waited for your drink, glaring dispassionately at the clock. If he didn’t come in another hour, you were leaving, you decided. If he wanted to see you, he damn well knew where you lived. The bartender handed you your drink, and as you went to sip it, a warm hand tapped your bare shoulder. You swallowed quickly, turning. Your hopeful expression slipped when you saw the hand didn’t belong to Thor. He was handsome, dark hair and dark eyes, grinning widely at you.

“Sorry, was I not who you were looking for?” He asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… I you’ve been here for a while, and I wanted to introduce myself.” You didn’t recognize him, but then again, you didn’t recognize about two thirds of the guest list, so that wasn’t exactly saying anything.

“Oh.” You laughed a little stiffly. “No, that’s okay. I’m just—I’m waiting for someone.” Though at this point he’s on pretty damn thin ice.

“And he’s got you waiting here like this?” He shook his head disappointedly. “I’d never let my woman wait on me for two hours.” His voice sounded casual, but you could tell he was attempting to find an in.

“I’m sure he has good reasons.” You sniffed. “But thank you.”

“Well I’ll tell you what, if he’s not here in the next twenty minutes, you dance with me. That sound fair?” He smiled at you charmingly. “Come on, sweetheart, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“It might kill you.” A large arm encircled your bare shoulders, and you looked up to see an angry Thor, his lips curled in disgust as he regarded the man before you. “I’m sorry I’m late, love. Business.” He spoke without taking his eyes off of the interloper, his grip tight on your shoulder.

“It-it’s okay.” You mumbled, embarrassed by the entire affair. It appeared you weren’t the only one, with the other man stumbling away, shooting daggers as he glared back at the two of you. “Where have you been?” You asked, looking up at him. He looked back at you with hard eyes, his jaw tight.

“What have I told you about entertaining other men in my absence, my love?” He asked as though you hadn’t spoken. You sputtered.

“What? I didn’t. I told him I was waiting for you—mmf!” He kissed you fiercely, uncaring that you were still speaking as he thrust his tongue between your lips domineeringly. He sucked hard on your bottom lip before releasing it. He dragged his nose down your throat, trailing kisses and bites along your flesh. You wanted to tell him to stop, that people were looking, that he was being unreasonable—but your mouth seemed only capable of releasing needy whimpers.

“You should not have spoken to him at all.” You pushed away from him, your chest heaving and your nipples pressed hard against the fabric of your silky little cocktail dress. He cocked his head at you, as though confused by your frustration.

“Thor, you’re the one who’s two hours late,” You reminded him, your hands on your hips. “If you’d gotten here on time, he’d never have spoken to me, and we wouldn’t be having this stupid argument.” You crossed your arms, waiting for his response. He opened his mouth to continue the fight, but Tony appeared, clapping him on the back.

“I didn’t think you were coming, Point Break!” He said, laughing. Steve walked up close behind, nodding in greeting.

“Ah, yes.” Thor replied, forcing a smile onto his handsome face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “There was an unfortunate incident on Vanaheim, I stopped to take care of it.” He cut his eyes at you accusingly. “I would have been on time if not for that.”

Oh. You suddenly felt childish—of course he’d stopped to take care of something important. You finished your drink before moving to stand primly by his side. Usually, Thor was overly affectionate with you, his hands sliding across every bit of you that he could safely fondle in public, and sometimes, not so safely. But when you reached for his hand, he avoided you, continuing to chat with his friends. You swallowed thickly—Great. Now he’s mad at me.

You leaned against him, his suit cool against your arm. Thor glanced at you, before returning to his conversation. You sighed, wanting to cross your arms in frustration. You’d bought this dress just for him, dammit, and he was icing you out! More than that, you felt bad. How must he feel, coming back after tending to an emergency to find some guy trying to crawl all over you… you supposed he was right to be upset, even if you hadn’t seen it initially.

“Well. Enjoy the drinks, stay for the afterparty, you know Pepper’s dying to own your ass at darts, Odinson.”

“Actually, I won last time.” Steve interjected, and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Technicality. He’s the real threat.” He jerked his thumb at Thor, who laughed heartily.

“I accept Miss Pott’s challenge, she is a worthy foe.”

He was making you feel invisible, and although you continued to laugh and smile as though nothing was wrong, you couldn’t stop yourself from stealing glances at him to see if he was still angry. The icy return of your hesitant look told you he was. You excused yourself to the bathroom, fighting angry tears. This night had gone to shit, you thought, dabbing at your eyes in the bathroom mirror. Maybe you would just leave, and wait for him to cool down, maybe call him in a day or two. You sniffled.

You waited for a few minutes, calming your nerves before heading for the door. You pushed it open and stepped forward—right into Thor’s chest. He chuckled, clucking his tongue at you.

“Were you really planning on leaving without saying goodbye?” He rumbled, wrapping his arms around you as he ran an affectionate hand through your hair.

“You’re speaking to me now?” You said snidely, and he laughed again.

“Aw, love. Are you that angry with me?” He asked, his breath tickling your ear. You swallowed thickly, wanting to nod but knowing you’d already forgiven him instantly. “I’ll make you feel better.” He pulled you away from the bathroom and over to the coatroom before slipping inside. “Come.”

The order made your legs wobbly as you nodded quickly, glancing around as you followed behind him. You’d no sooner closed the door than his lips had found yours again, his tongue probing insistently between your lips.

“Did you miss me, love?” He taunted amusedly against your mouth. “I missed this.” His fingers slipped beneath the ruffly hem of your dress to cup your pussy through your panties. He sucked hard on the skin of your throat, and you moaned. “Missed you.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I missed you too, big guy.”

#fic request #boxofbonesfic #thor x reader #dark!thor #dark!thor x reader #black reader #thor imagine

[aquagirl1978]

If allowed could I also request Dec 15th with Clavis from ikemen prince leaving cookies 🍪 for Santa with MC but ends up eating the cookies themselves and making a mess in the Christmas room? They get intimate and break and spill many many things 🙈🙈🙈 well… they also have some fun with the cookies too 🙈💕🥵

Thanks @rhodolitesrose for the request! My last story for this challenge! I hope I did your prompt justice - I think Clavis had fun making mischief here.

@altairring - here's the second one I mentioned earlier

A/N: This is part of @voltage-vixen's event 'Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge

Prompt: Dec 15 - Free prompt

Warnings: Explicit, NSFW, Minors DNI

Requested by: @rhodolitesrose

“Clavis! The cookies are supposed to be for Santa! Not for you!”

He finished his cookie, wiping the crumbs from his mouth. “Someone had to taste them, haha.” He picked up another cookie from the tray and dangled it in front of your face. “C’mon Belle, it’s so yummy.”

You stepped closer, inspecting the cookie. It was positively scrumptious looking and very tempting. “Did Yves bake those?”

“He sure did.” He pulled the cookies away, pretending to take a bite out of it. “You know they’re delicious.”

You took a step forward and snatched the cookie from his hand and took a nibble. You closed your eyes, the cookie was crisp and buttery, its flavors melting on your tongue. Clavis was right, the cookie was divine.

“Oh, Belle,” Clavis chided. “You have some crumbs on your face. Let me help you.” He dipped his face to yours, his tongue darting off where he claimed you had cookie on your face. “There, that’s better,” he smirked.

Clavis eyed the tray of cookies and treats. “It would be an absolute shame to let these cookies go to waste, don’t you agree?” He picked up a bite-sized berry tart, pulled the berry off, and rubbed it along your lips, teasing you with its taste. You stuck your tongue out, trying to grab the fruit from his fingers. He pulled it away slightly, before popping it into your mouth; the taste of the berry was so sweet you licked your lips.

It was your turn now to feed Clavis a cookie. Before you did so, he took off his jacket and coat. When you gave him a surprising look, he laughed. “I don’t want to make a mess all over my clothes.” There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes; you knew he had an ulterior motive, and it was not to keep clean.

You continued to feed each other cookies, while helping the other remove articles of clothing – so that you don’t leave crumbs on your fancy outfits. “Whoops!” Clavis exclaimed when your skirt fell to the floor. Your body was flushed with warmth, enough so that the slight chill of the winter air didn’t bother you in the least.

The tray of cookies now almost empty, Clavis laid across the couch, pulling you clumsily on top of him. His elegant fingers deftly unlaced your top as his mouth captured yours in a passionate kiss. Moving in a haste to remove clothing, your arm carelessly knocked over the glass of milk sitting on the table with the cookie tray.

Horrified at your mess, you immediately pulled back, wanting to clean it up. Clavis watched your reaction, his amber eyes alight with mischief.

“Why clean up? Let them think Santa was here, making a mess.” He dropped his voice, now husky, dripping with desire. “Why clean, when we can have some fun?”

You didn’t need much convincing, your mouth soon found his; you weren’t sure who initiated the kiss, but it didn’t matter. His tongue was warm and inviting, and oh so sweet, twirling and teasing yours. His hands caressed your curves, his fingers lingering on your breasts, pinching your nipples gently. He pushed your body against the couch, his lean frame pressing against yours. Your body arched up against his, wanting more.

He soon slid his hand between your thighs, his palm rubbing the sensitive skin of your thighs. Moans escaped your lips, your hand on his, guiding him to where you needed him. His mouth nipped at your neck, pink marks blossomed on your skin, as his slipped a finger inside you. You ran your hand along his thigh, feeling his shaft stiffen against your touch.

Pleasurable moans filled the air as he thrust into you, your bodies joining as one. Your eyes closed, your head fell back, as pleasure built in your body. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, as cries of his name escaped your lips. He let out a loud groan as he spilled his seed deep inside you, your bodies both trembling with bliss.

Moonlight spilled into the room, casting a pale light to our afterglow. He softly brushed back a lock of my hair and kissed your forehead. He disappeared but for a moment, returning with the last of the cookies and fed you one. You looked around the room – there was spilled milk, an empty tray of cookies, and crumbs everywhere. You were glad you and your lover would be long gone by the time anyone else woke up and found this mess in the Christmas room.

But it was all worth it.

#'tis the season for smut #'tis the season for smut content creation challenge #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikeprince #ikemen fanfic #clavis lelouch #ikemen clavis #ikepri clavis

[sharkbait77]

Sweet Honey (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader)

Rating: M

Warnings: Mention of food, pregnancy, quick mention of seggsy times, mentions of Jack’s past (which involves feelings of anger & sadness), fluffy goodness overall, soft husband!Jack, prepare for your heart to clench

W/C: 1.4k (the exact number omg I'm shooketh that it happened)

A/N: I have no idea where this came from, suddenly I heard Jack’s voice in my head & I had to get it down 😅 just a quick something because I guess I’m into this writing stuff a little more than I used to be now 🥺 I was gonna post this next week, but I couldn't wait 😅 And yes, Jack calls you every single endearment in the book & no I won’t change my mind. I love this damn cowboy 🥵

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“Hiya sweetheart,” Jack’s booming Southern drawl fills the atmosphere as he steps through the door.

“Hi sweetie,” you say from the kitchen, lips turning up into a smile as you hear your husband removing his boots and padding his way to you.

“Now, isn’t that just the most exquisite sight any man would dream of comin’ home to? And it’s all for me,” he beams when he comes around the corner to see you cutting some vegetables. You look over your shoulder at him cutely, grinning at his lit up face.

“Oh, you like 'em? Mrs. Porter said her garden is overflowing this season; she was kind enough to bring some over earlier,” you smirk, gesturing to the sunflowers in the intricate vase sitting on the counter. You know what he really meant, but you just like to tease him when the opportunity presents itself.

“Now sugar,” Jack chuckles and steps closer to you. “You know I ain’t talkin’ about no damn flowers,” he wraps his arms around your shoulders. “They don’t hold a candle to your grace, hon.”

“Oh Jack,” you giggle, officially swooning at your husband’s sentiments and you set the knife down to caress his arm resting across your chest. “I feel like a heifer. I belong out in those fields with Bertha and Winifred,” you jest, watching your pair of cows grazing through the window, just outside on your shared patch of land.

“I’m sure those lovely ladies wouldn’t mind sharin’ their bed ’n hay,” he jokes back and you gasp, slapping his arm playfully and he laughs, a deep rumble vibrating against your back. He likes to tease you, too.

“You know you’re the most gorgeous creature to set foot on this Earth, right?” He adds in a heartfelt tone. You squeeze his arm letting him know you feel the love.

“Jack baby, don’t forget it was written in our marriage vows that we would never lie to each other,” you giggle.

“And I am holdin’ true to that promise, honey bee,” he replies, his smile shining through his voice. “How’s my boy today, hm? Causin’ trouble?” He kisses the side of your head as he plants his wide palm on your stomach, gently rubbing where he can feel your baby resting inside.

“Just like his daddy. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree,” you reply and turn around in Jack’s arms, removing his Stetson and placing it on the counter beside you before resting your hands on his chest. “Now, are you gonna kiss your wife hello or are you gonna make me send you outside to get a switch?”

“Depends on exactly how you wanna use that switch, darlin’. Be careful what you wish for, I just might like it and wanna take it to the bedroom with us,” he smirks, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

You throw your head back and laugh, shaking your whole frame and belly like damn Santa Claus. Jack laughs along and leans forward to kiss your elongated neck and then your cheek. You stop giggling long enough to kiss him, his mustache tickling your top lip. He breaks away, resting your foreheads together and closing his eyes.

“I love you, honey. I’m the luckiest man alive, blessed that you’d wanna be stickin’ around with me this long,” he says, his tone low and genuine.

You let a small chuckle out through your nose and bring your hands up to his face, gently rubbing the stubble from his five o’clock shadow with your thumbs. He never lets you forget it, telling you at least twice a day how lucky he feels.

You knew his reputation from girlfriends around town, you knew he was a romancer, and he lived up to the title. He was devilishly charming when you first met. Certainly charmed you right out of your waitress uniform when he stepped foot into the mom and pop diner you worked at.

What neither of you counted on was the days that followed, when he kept coming in just to see you, maybe have a quick romp in the back storage room no one ever seemed to use. It was thrilling and he was exciting; nothing like the boys that had been chasing your skirt over the years. Jack was a man and he treated you like a woman.

It’s been a few years now since the incident, when he let his anger and frustration take control of the better part of his morals and nearly let countless people die because of it. He opened up to you about what happened and why he did it when you had been together for some weeks.

He was ready for you to run for the hills, but all you felt was sadness for him and the need to help, however you could, kicked into overdrive. You saw a broken man in front of you, desperate for any sort of comfort or closure, no matter the cost.

He accepted your help at first, but he felt guilty about you spending so much time trying to smooth out his wrinkles; he didn’t feel worth it. He gave you countless outs, multiple chances for you to back away from his battered and bruised mind, and there were many fights about it, but you stuck it out.

You were determined to wash and scrub every last bit of anguish from his soul until the admirable Jack Daniels that laid dormant inside shone through, better than everyone knew before and that you heard stories about. Not to make him forget what happened, but to help him come to terms with it and remember his former life with fondness instead of fury.

After a long and grueling healing process, lots of therapy, and a second chance at Statesman, Jack finally felt some semblance of his old self come back to life, along with a new part of him that blossomed during his mending, thanks to your persistence. And he never let a day go by without thanking you for it.

You drilled it into his mind that he was worth it, even through every argument and late night when his nightmares tormented him. It took him a while, even after he got closure from his past, but finally, he believed it. He knew he couldn’t give you up and, when he deemed himself worthy of your love, he popped the question and you blessed him when you said yes, joining your souls for the rest of your lives.

“I love you, too, Jack,” you smile, placing a kiss to the curve of his nose. “And if anyone’s stuck with anyone, it’s you with me. I’m the lucky one here,” you smirk.

“Not a chance, sweetheart. You have revitalized me in more than one way. Given me a whole new meaning to life; you and our baby boy,” he says, rubbing your belly and a soft kick is felt underneath his palm. “You see? He agrees, so no arguin’.”

“Alright Jack,” you laugh and shake your head. “For now, at least,” you tease and kiss his lips before he can counter. “Now go wash up and get comfortable, I’ll be havin’ dinner ready here soon. Stuffed peppers and sweet potato fries sound good?”

“Oh,” Jack shivers dramatically. It wasn’t like you were serving a five star quality meal, but he’s always enthusiastic about anything you cook. “You know the way to my heart,” he throws both of his hands to his chest and makes a swooning motion.

You giggle as he kisses your lips once, twice more and lets you turn around to face the counter again, connecting his open palm to your ass in a loving smack. You yelp in surprise and he chuckles, striding away from you with his long legs before you have a chance to slap his butt in return.

You can’t wipe the large smile off your face, even with how badly your cheeks hurt. You just feel all the love and warmth flow through you, an eternal flame of elation deep within, burning hot in your being. You hear Jack rummaging around in your shared bedroom, turning on the speaker and singing along to John Denver’s “Annie’s Song” in the pitchiest tone on the planet, but it’s sweet honey in your ears to listen to the love of your life, who had endured so much, let himself enjoy life again, with you.

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[peachybun-bun]

Hii! Could I request 7, 23 and 33 with Johnny or Jaehyun? Maybe something about reader and him going to a party but they decide to do something else instead bc reader looks too good 😏 Extra points for extra spice 🥵 Thank youu 🙏🏼

as you wish! we can all use a little more spice in life, right?

You tug your dress down a little further over your thighs, though you knew it wouldn’t stay down there the whole night. You knew before you put it on how short it was, but you finally had an excuse to wear the shimmery midnight blue dress and killer rose gold heels that were stashed in the back of your closet. All you had left to do was gather your boyfriend, who had been sulking about going to this party all day.

“All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”

You turn and see Johnny leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, his eyes roaming up and down your body. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, the top three buttons were undone and showing his chest. His shirt wasn’t even tucked in. He runs a thumb over his bottom lip and smirks as he catches your gaze.

You shoot him a smile and shake your head. “You need to finish getting ready. We have to leave in about fifteen minutes,” you tell him, turning back to the full length mirror in front of you.

You hear his footsteps approach you from behind, his reflection appearing as he rests his hands on your bare arms. “We can just not go. It’s going to be boring anyway,” he says, rubbing your upper arms lightly.

“You know we can’t. My boss told me I have to be there. Something about impressing some client or whatever.” You make eye contact with him in the mirror, smiling brightly at him. “We don’t have to stay for too long.”

He groans and wraps an arm around your shoulders from behind. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy,” he whispered, burying his face into your hair. He presses a trail of kisses from your ear and down your neck. “You smell so good.”

You sigh and lean back against him, actually reaching his chest, thanks to the heels. “Johnny, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”

“Can we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?” he continues, ignoring your words, as his hand slides to your neck. He watches your reaction in the mirror, smirking as your eyes close at his touch. “I think that’s a much better use of our night. You can keep the dress on if you want.”

Your eyes open, your breath catching in your throat, and stare at him. You lick your lips and tilt your head to the side as he pushes your hair over your shoulder with his free hand. “Johnny…” you trail off as his lips press to the base of your neck.

“Hm?” He smirks again as his hand moves from your neck and down to the top of your dress, his fingers tracing the neckline lightly. “Were you saying something?” His hand dips under the fabric, coming to a stop on your breast.

You watch him, your heart pounding as his other hand starts to pull the bottom of your dress up. You shake your head the slightest bit and grip his pants with one hand.

He finds satisfaction in your answer and presses his mouth around your skin, where your neck meets your shoulder. He sucks gently as he rolls your nipple between his fingers, feeling you lean against him more.

His other hand moves over your hip and down the front of your underwear, grinning against you when he realizes how wet you are. “We’re about to make your boss really mad,” he murmurs, nudging your ear with his nose.

You moan as his fingers slide along your folds and toys with your clit. “Fuck.” You reach up and wrap one arm around his head as best as you can, your fingers gripping his hair. “Johnny Suh, if you don’t shut up about this party and fuck me, I’m going to be the one that’s really mad,” you whisper.

He chuckles deeply and nods his head against you. “Leave the dress and heels on,” he tells you, before guiding you to the bed impatiently.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #johnny smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #johnny suh #nct 127 johnny #nct johnny #nct fanfic #request #SPICE FOR LIFE #but c'mon i'd let him keep me home #Johnny suh smut

[cottoncandyjester]

Damn do Zeke’s whole family be hot?? I’ll just be the family pet please 🥺🥵💖 I wanna hear more about this giant older brother (whoo boy mans is a whole 2 feet taller than me 🥵🥵 yes please ruin me thank you)

You guys need to stop encouraging me cause y’all know I will do it!

This contains: talk about sex, talk about yandere behavior

Tiago ,29

Mute 90% of the time

7ft tall even

His voice is RUMBLING deep like oof

When he doesn’t speak he simply grunts or makes hand motions simple nod here or there

Legit has such messy hair like he kinda just wakes up and goes

He looks scary but is super sweet like he owns a flower shop

That being said he will break someone’s leg if they touch his darling

He is scary when angry

Like he just ✨SNARLS✨ and it scared anyone away

He has to bend his head anytime he enters a room

Has to have a detachable shower head cause he’s already too tall for the shower

This means no shower sex sadly cause he’s too big..in many ways

I know you guys wanna know....HIS COCK IS MASSIVE

12.5 inches when fully hard!

As thick as a soda can! You are going to get broken

Cause of this he doesn’t have sex with you often unless you clearly show that you want it

He rather use toys for his pleasure but he ends up fucking them too hard and breaking them

Likes to loom behind you when you’re talking to someone else he does this unintentionally and it scares anyone who you’re speaking to

He’s so quiet it’s hard to know when he’s there

But like a big dog call his name and he’ll pop up

He likes when you play with his hair please do that often

You will be in his lap 90% of the time

He can legit pick you up with one arm like just up you go

He likes to have you on his back sometimes

Like his siblings he’s a chill yandere

You don’t really know he’s a yandere cause he’s just so trusting

He trusts you it’s just that he doesn’t trust other people

Any and all people who flirt with you will be scared away by him

All he has to do is stare and they are just walking away

He is SUPER strong like he can crush a watermelon just by hugging it tight enough

He really loves flowers(duh) and knows the meaning of every single plant

He likes to give you plant based nicknames such as:

“my rosebud”

“My sunflower”

“Little sapling”

“My sweet maple leaf”

“Such a feisty little cactus” ( his way of calling you a brat)

“Honeysuckle”

The list goes on and on

You will be the one he talks to the most like not even his family gets more than a sentence out of him

He likes the fact that you are small

Will scoop you up in his arms or hold you if he wants a kiss

PDA makes him flustered

He PURRS

like instead of moans it’s just a steady rumbling purring along with deep grunts

If your head is on his chest you can actually feel him purr with pleasure

He is so scared to choke you during sex cause one hand can wrap around your throat and that’s all it takes to kill you

Honestly your first time with him will prob be super gentle cause he worries about breaking you

Side note you two break the bed frame every single time you fuck

The headboard has dents and cracks from him gripping it wayyyy too hard

He sometimes zones out and crushes the item in his hand you once caught him zoning out crushing and breaking a full can of soda unaware til he realizes the mess

Him and Zeke have been known to spar fight randomly

Like they can be chill and next thing you know Zeke punches him and boom spar match

I feel like their darlings would get freaked out first time it happens

Zeke is faster while Tiago is stronger so their matches could go either way

The three brothers are chaotic when put together

They one time went to a sex shop at 2am and it was madness

Mateo was waving dildos around giggling at how floppy they are, Zeke was asking the worker the most funniest and most suspicious questions and Tiago was testing out fleshlights with his fingers getting weird stares when he got disappointed when he could only fit two

BONUS(meeting tiago)

You were zeke’s best friend, you’ve been at his house hundreds of times to the point where you owned your house key to the place.

While you and Zeke was hanging out he remembered something, now sitting up frantically “oh shit my big brother is supposed to be visiting!” He hissed out and you let out a laugh “yeah okay Zeke, you’re the oldest sibling you dork” you cooed out and he looked at you curiously

“Nah y/n I got an older bro”

“WHAT!?”

Why didn’t you know this?! You met mateo and the rest of his family but he has yet to introduce you to an older brother?! You felt almost betrayed! “Ezekiel how could you not introduce me?!” You hissed out as he got up now making sure the house was decent as you followed him around.

“My bro tends to intimidate people a lot, plus he was away on some vacation...something about seeing exotic plants or whatever” he said softly and you suddenly imagined some hippy dude making you laugh to yourself.

“Well I wanna meet him” you huffed out and as if by fate there was a knock on the door. You rushed to the door “I’ll get it!” You cheered out and opened the door eyes wide at the sight of a male infront of the door.

He was so tall that he had to lean down slightly eyes locking with yours his head tilted to the side a silence filling the air, until Zeke broke it of course. “Tiago! Come on in, this is my friend y/n” he said and you moved out the way watching the male step into the house rubbing his neck before his eyes landed on you and you gulped eyeing him up and down..he was hot!

“Hi.” He mumbled out making you shudder at how deep his voice was, your face flushed out of pure instinct as you watched him and Zeke interact two brothers, Tiago seemed a lot more reserved than Zeke who was just warm and friendly as always.

Tiago gazed your way clearly curious about you and without thinking he stuck his hand up reaching out with his other hand grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand against his comparing sizes eyes wide at the large difference before he pulled back glancing away a faint blush on his face as he gave a low rumbling hum.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #tiago #Zeke #introduction post

[absurdthirst]

THOT HAPPY HOUR: Max wants to motivate you to sell more so he buys a pair of vibrating panties and edges you all day, even when you are conducting a meeting about the company projections. Max expects the best so he tells you he wants four more sales and then he will reward you so you haul ass to make four more sales then go into his office, sit down on his desk, and demand your reward.

Be still my beating vagina!!! 🥵🥵🥵 This was so hot because that little teasing shit would do something like that.

Incentive

You were going to kill him. Shuddering as the vibrations against your clit intensified as you sat at your cubicle and tried to pretend like your asshole boyfriend wasn’t tormenting you with a pair of vibrating panties.

That jerk was casually leaning against the door frame leading into his office, checking emails on his phone with one hand in his suit pocket. Looking immaculate in a three piece suit like he wasn’t wrecking your world at that moment. Dark chocolate eyes flickered up to watch you squirm, his smirk ghosting across his face as he casually pressed the button to make the toy vibrate even harder.

“Hngh….” Biting your lip, you squeeze your thighs, so close to the edge of bliss.

You were about to cum in the middle of the sales floor. Your nails dug into your palms, the pen in your hand making your knuckles turn white.

Your breath comes out shaky when all of a sudden the vibrations stopped. Your gaze finds Max Phillips, his eyes crinkling as he silently laughs at you. “Meeting in 10 minutes, babe.” He says before he winks and disappears back into his office.

You were definitely going to kill that bloodsucking bastard.

****

“Baby, it would be so hot.” Max’s arms came around you as you tried to run the comb through your hair.

The bathroom was steamy from your shower, Max enjoying the warmth immensely. It was time to get ready for work and he was trying to convince you to indulge him. Like you didn’t always indulge his wants.

“No, I’ll wear them tonight, when we go to dinner with Scott and Misty.” You tell him, watching his eyes roll in the mirror. Despite what the movie lore said, vampires weren’t invisible in mirrors.

“No.” Max groaned. “Fuck, Scott and Misty suck all the sexiness out of everything. Wear them to the office.”

He poke his lip out and gave you his best impression of a beseeching look in the mirror. You grin at his underhanded tactics. Tell a man one time that you like his puppy dog look and it’s his go-to weapon. But at least he stopped trying to hypnotize you to get his way.

“Fine.”

It was amusing to see a vampire, an immortal being, pump his fist in the air at the idea that his girlfriend would wear a pair of remote controlled vibrating panties for him to work. Sometimes you wondered if he was still going to act like a 12 year old boy when he was 200.

****

You click the remote in your hand, letting the projector change slides to the next graph. The entire sales team was gathered in Max’s office for this presentation.

“If you look at the forecasted sales projections, you can see that we are on target to hit….hnnnn Shit.” You bit off the rest of your spiel as the panties burst to life, on the highest intensity.

You double over at the waist and stumble back against Max’s desk, your entire body tense from the pleasure that was coursing through your system. Face growing hot, knowing that every eye in the room was focused on you as you tried desperately not to cum.

“You okay?” Max leaned forward, taking his feet off his desk where they were perched and gave you a look of mock concern. “You look flushed.”

“Yep.” You manage to squeak out, voice high and tight as your entire body shudders. “Fine.”

After another agonizing moment of being rocked closer to orgasm, he reached into his pocket and turned them off again. “Well, we are on target to hit..?” He prompted.

You clear your throat and push off the desk, “As I was saying….”

****

The door to his office closes and you whirl around to hiss. “What the fuck, Max?”

He tuts, standing up to come around his desk and lean against the front. Long legs casually crossed at the ankle and his arms folded over on his chest. “You really shouldn’t make a scene like.” He purses his lips at you. “It’s unprofessional sweetheart.”

Your choked sound of outrage doesn’t deter him.

“You want to seduce the customer, not the salesman.” He pushed off the desk and came over to you, his mouth inches from your ear. “And the way you looked up there, about to cum, every man in here had an instant boner.”

His hands settled on your hips as he pushed his own hardened cock against your pelvis. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”

You can only nod, unable to deny how much this man owns your body. He pushes away and walks back down around his desk and sits down, patting the edge of the furniture. “But you love it don’t you? Being my slut. Come here, I want to see how wet you are, baby. Sit down on my desk and pull those panties to the side.”

His dark orbs watch as you follow his orders, perching on his desk and pulling your skirt up enough to push your panties to the side and let him get a good look at you.

Max groans at the sight of your slick lips, swollen with need. He reaches between your thighs, pushing two fingers inside your cunt and you nearly fold over at the sweet relief of having him inside you. Pumping them in and out, he fingers you harshly making your thighs jerk as you gasp out his name quietly.

Right before you are about to cum, he pulls his fingers free and pulls your panties back over your cunt, the vibrator against your clit. He takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean while watching your frustrated face, smirking when you whimper. “I don’t think you deserve to cum yet, baby. We need a few more sales before you get a reward.”

You could cry, but instead you stand up on shaky legs and pull your skirt down to smooth it out, trying to make yourself presentable. Turning around, you jump as Max slaps your ass as you go to walk out of his office.

“Go get ‘em slugger.”

You were going to fucking murder him.

****

The rest of the day passes in relative silence as you work on your sales. Walking into his office while the rest of the team gathers their things to go home for the day. You slap your report down on his desk as he looks up from his sales figures.

“Four sales?” He leans back in his chair and looks between you and the paper he picked up. “Maybe I should motivate you like this every day.” He muses.

“I want my reward.” You sit on the edge of his desk, pulling up your skirt as you wiggle back.

“Yeah?” He drops the paper back on his desk and moves his hand to your leg, ghosting up around your calf and over your knee to squeeze your thigh. “You want me to fuck you here and now? So all the sheep can hear you scream my name?”

“They’re going home.” You kick off a shoe and press your toes against the tent forming over his cock, feeling the way that he was hardening. “I want my reward.” You repeat.

Max’s hand tightens on your thigh as he slides you over to the center of his desk. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to make you scream before they get to the garage.”

Pushing your panties to the side, he leaned down and dove face first into your cunt. Licking up the soaked folds and groaning at how wet you were.

“Fuck baby.” He muttered, pushing two fingers into you as he started lapping at your clit.

Rubbing his tongue around, he quickly latched onto your clit and started sucking, his tongue swirling against the tip of the bundle of nerves while he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt.

After spending most of the day being toyed with and edged by him and his remote controlled panties, your core clenched down on his fingers embarrassingly fast as your head whipped back. A loud cry ripped out of your throat as your thighs closed around his head.

He didn’t stop, working you through wave after wave of blinding pleasure until all you could do was push at his head, keening wildly as your body jerked from over stimulation.

Max pulled his sodden fingers out from you, reaching down with the hand that had grasped your thigh to unfasten his trousers and release his cock from it’s confines. His tongue fluttered over your pulsing cunt, licking up the wetness that leaked from you.

Sliding down to your elbows, you watch with heavy lidded eyes as he stands up, his hands reaching under your skirt to drag your panties down your thighs and toss them in his chair behind him.

Stepping between your spread legs, he rubs your cunt again before smearing your wetness on his cock and grunting at the feel. “You ready for my cock, baby?” He runs the tip of his cock up your slit before aligning himself with your hole.

Surging forward, he drives into you, making you cry out his name. Snarling at the tight grip of your cunt and the way that you clench around him, Max starts pounding into you. The sturdy desk shaking underneath you as he grabs your hips to anchor himself to you.

“Every one of those fuckers wish they were in here, fucking you.” He gave a huff of amusement. “As if you would let them taste what’s mine.”

His head leaned down, his nose pushing aside the edge of your blouse before sucking a purple mark on the well of your breast.

“So hot, around my cock.” He mumbled, turning his head to suck a matching bruise on your other breast as his hips pistoned into you over and over, making you whimper as you wrapped your legs around him. Locking your ankles around his ass as your hips started rolling in tandem with his thrusts.

The steady push and pull of his cock spearing into you made your eyes roll back, your hands sliding along the wood grain of the desk to grip the edge as you pant out his name again. “Max.”

“That’s right baby, tell them who’s fucking you.” He grunts, pushing into you just a bit harder and hitting that perfect angle deep inside your cunt.

You squeal out his name, making him chuckle darkly. Picking up his tempo as he drills into that spot over and over again.

“Gon-gonna cu-cum!” You warble out, your cunt fluttering rapidly around his every thrust.

“Do it.” He orders you, surging deep and circling his hips around, grinding deep into you.

Your cunt locked down on him, making him hiss as he shuddered against you. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you quaked in earth shattering pleasure. Your nails dug into the desk as you screamed out his name, expelling all of the air in your lungs.

He let out an unintelligible sound as his ass flexed, his cock twitched while emptying deep inside you. He groaned as he stilled, his head still resting against your breasts as he listened to your heart race and you gasp for air. His lips quickly touched the skin above your heart before he pulled back and his eyes went down to where he was imbedding inside you.

Smirking as he pulled out, he moved to hold your thighs open to admire his work. “Was that enough of an incentive to work harder baby?” He coos at you.

“Fuck off, Max.”

“Just did, baby.”

You were really going to kill him. Tomorrow. You were too tired to do it today.

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[aurorahoneybuns]

Seperate HCs Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, and/or Present Mic (cuz he's a cutie uwu) with an s/o who usually wears baggy clothes that hide their body (cuz baggy clothes are cute and cozy) but one day wears skin-tight clothes and the boys find out... Their s/o be sexy af 👀 (Reminds me of emo teacher eraser daddy-)

Thanks for the ask anon! I hope this is what you wanted, if not submit more and I’ll hit it again!

Head cannons!

Midoriya:

🥦 is eating breakfast when you walk in and immediately chokes on it turning bright red because B-B-B-BOOBS

🥦 cannot hide his blush as he looks at you wearing a tight t shirt and tight shorts showing off your legs.

🥦 literally can not speak coherent words. All comes out “I- hello. You-nice looker today. Wearing clothes”.

🥦 mind literally explodes as you hug him. He cannot fathom your body was like this????

🥦stares at you the rest of the day, like holy wow you’re so pretty

🥦 literally full cowling 100% kicks Mineta into next year for trying to touch your ass

🥦 wants to hold your hand all day to show everyone you were his

🥦 will literally destroy everyone if they look at you funny 👀👀👀

🥦he just wants to wrap up you up and hold you close to hold your small frame

🥦 accidentally gropes you and his spirit leaves his body!!

🥦takes pictures of you all day to “remember the day” but just wants them to see you shining in a new look you were scared to try

Todoroki:

❄️🥵 looks up from his phone to see you in a tight elegant gown to go to one of his fathers dumb award crap fests

❄️🥵almost doesn’t show any reaction because he doesn’t know how to react???

❄️🥵 is he supposed to stare this much??? Is he supposed to sweat this much??? do you like his constant attention from oblivion?

❄️🥵 tells you that you look beautiful and when you ask if it’s alright he says he’d think you were beautiful regardless of wearing a potato sack or nothing.

❄️🥵 did he just say he wants to see you in nothing???? And looks so calm?!

❄️🥵steps in between you and his father to receive his fathers hand than let that man touch even just your hand

❄️🥵 gets super possessive around his father over you

❄️🥵 drapes his coat over your shoulders when you start to feel uncomfortable in the dress

❄️🥵 takes all the pictures that Paparazzi take

❄️🥵 holds you in the spot light because you’re literally the most gorgeous being he’s ever seen

Bakugo:

💥 sees you walk out in a skin tight full length body suit for your hero costume upgrade

💥 hands literally let off tiny explosions before he composes himself

💥literal growls leave his mouth as he eyes you over 👀👀👀

💥instantly wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close

💥explodes dunce face into a wall for trying to get a selfie with you

💥”damn extras, learn your fucking place. She’s my badass hot as fuck queen. Get near her and I’ll fucking kill your ass”

💥Cannot keep his hands off you, rubs his hands over your thighs, stomach, arms, (actually asks for permission before rubbing his hands over your chest and ass

💥loves the way the body suit hugs you perfectly

💥asks you for a hero pose to take a picture of to hang a poster of you on his wall

💥praises your body like a goddess kissing your neck and making out with you

💥says he’d even let you have number 2 hero to his number 1

💥 smacks your ass with his quirk every chance he gets because booty jiggles.

Bonus:

Present Mic

🎤 “YAAAAAOOOOOOO THATS MY BABY”

🎤 asks you to pose like a model as he dances around you snapping photos gassing you up

🎤 “BABY DOLL YOU HAVE SKYROCKETED TO SPOT #1 OF MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IVE EVER SEEN”

🎤 “YASSSS THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO YOU BABY”

🎤 turns to Eraserhead and goes “I’ve got my top spot filled, what are you gonna do now eraaaaaser. Yaooooo gonna be all alone!”

🎤gonna take you shopping for tight concert gear because I cannot keep his eyes from you

🎤wants to take you everywhere and show you off

🎤stares at you all day

🎤once in private goes crazy with kisses and his hands

#is this a headcanon? #headcannons #mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bakugo #todoroki shouto #shoto #shoto torodoki #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #midoryia #izuku #katsuki #present mic #bnha headcanons

[lucrezia-thoughts]

🥵 It seems to take all her attention for some minutes until she looks at his face, still following the movement of her hands, them two cupping his cheeks. Thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, she finally meet his eyes, looking at him with such love, he almost feels dizzy. She let go too quickly, he hold back to catch her wrists, looking at her going up the stairs, following. In their bedroom, she tries to reach for the zipper of her dress, Santiago coming behind her " let me help" She gets her hair out of the way, giving him access to bring down the zipper, then he gave her space, taking care of undressing himself, going to get his pyjamas. He takes his time, she's thinking deeply, he can see it, and with how the evening went, she's probably thinking about him. She's in her pyjamas when he comes back in the bedroom to wish her good night, kissing her head once more. Her eyes looking for his " you want to share the bed, princess?" She agrees the fastest she can, Santiago smiling, going in bed with her. He cuddles with his wife until she falls asleep, peaceful and relaxed in his warm arms.The next day, he got some stuffs to do so he ain't around during the day, but text her that he will be home for dinner. The day is hot and he can't wait to be home to shower and get a fresh beer. It's over 6 when he finally gets to their house. He finds her in the kitchen, cooking, listening to some music. That's one of his favorite sight, coming home to her making dinner. Since it's pretty hot, she's wearing a white dress, very light one, she's looking gorgeous, it's making his heart race " Hey cutie, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes" He nods, leaning against the door frame to stare a bit longer " You should take a shower, you look like you need it" Right, that was a main goal before he saw her. She smiles,looking at him leaving to go shower. Apparently, he likes her new dress, that was first reason of why she changed outfit. 20 minutes later, it's all ready, putting a fresh beer down next to Santi' s plate, this one just on time to come downstairs. Behind her, he wraps both his arms around her belly, kissing her cheek " that looks delicious, I'm starving" It doesn't take long to start eating, indeed, Santi is starving and eating with appetite. Enjoying his food, his fresh beer and her company. Nothing better to make him happy and in a good mood, he helps her with the dishes without complain, and grabs two more beer to him and her, going to sit in the garden to enjoy the warm evening. His happy mood getting him playful, teasing her, playing fight. She end up trapped in his arms, his chest against her back, his head going to her neck " you're my prisoner". She giggles, resting her hands on his arms, pressing her body even more against his, looking at him, their faces close to each others. She nibbles on her bottom lip few seconds, slowly leaning to his face, but stops hearing her phone ringing.

They're freaking back in love!!

#lucrezia answers #hi friend!! #i 💚you #and so does neville nugget #my incredible 🥵 we're desperate to know what happens next... #but no pressure at all my incredible 🥵 #🥵 anon #incredible 🥵 anon #tell us more please??