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corrodedcoffins-blog · 10 days

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Surprise

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: love them and this request 🩷

warnings: eating, food, calling kraft dinner bad even though i eat it like once a week

word count: 840

Y/n was so excited to see Luke, they haven’t been together in person for around a month because Y/n was busy in LA filming the next season of the Evelyn Hugo series. And now that that was done filming she quickly got on the next plane to New Jersey to see the boy. She purposely told him she would be there a day later than she actually was because she wanted to surprise him.

Just now she was in the elevator of the building, Jack had told her the code to get into the apartment building so as to not alert Luke of the surprise, when she got a call from the very boy she was going to see. Fishing the phone out of her pocket and glancing at the caller ID brought a soft smile to her face, “Hey, baby.” “Hey”

She heard the sound of pots and pans crashing together in the background of the call, “What’re you doing, hun?” “I’m cooking!” “You know how to do that?” She said in a teasing voice as the elevator door opened to the boy's floor, she continued the conversation as she walked towards his door.

“Yes! I do..” His voice slightly unsure, “Sounds like you’re having trouble.” She mumbles, now at his door trying to be quiet and waiting to knock, “Well the directions are unclear.” “Well, I’ll help you.” “How-” He was cut off by the sound of knuckles knocking against his door. He mumbled a small ‘one sec’ before making his way to answer the door which made the girl laugh.

The door opened revealing the smiling girl, and the very happily shocked boy. Almost without thinking Luke brings Y/n into a big hug, lifting her off the ground with his hand under her thighs. His forehead rested against her collarbone, as if he didn’t believe she was there, like she would slip away at any moment. After a few more moments, whispering their greetings small ‘hello’s and soft ‘i love you’s coming from both.

Luke finally let the girl slip down, her feet once again finding the floor. And as Luke goes to grab his girl’s suitcase, said girl did a once over of the apartment only to see water boiling over the pot and all over the stove, “Luke!” She rushed over to the stove a took the pot of the element and turned the heat down, “Who let you cook unsupervised?” “Jack usually does it.”

He walked past her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head and walked down the hallway to his room where he set the girl’s bags down and came back to the kitchen to now find that Y/n had taken over the entire operation of making dinner.

“You’re not having boxed mac & cheese for dinner.” She muttered, shaking her head and placing the box back in the cupboard. Collecting a few things she sees in the cupboards and fridge to make him a good dinner. She found an onion, which she was very surprised by. It must have been the influence of Jack’s girlfriend.

Y/n was already cutting up the onions when Luke came back into the kitchen, and ofcourse Luke came up from behind, his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder to watch her actions. He eventually asked to help so she gave him little jobs. Then they sat on the couch, Y/n between Lukes legs as they ate dinner and ended up watching ‘10 things I hate about you’ per Y/n’s request, really it was just because she loved Luke’s reaction when she wouldn’t shut up about how hot Heath Ledger is in it.

“-and he is just, like, beyond what should be humanly capable, y’know?” Grabbing his drink from the side table, Luke says, “He’s good as the joker.” This caused the girl to let out a small laugh.

After the movie the two turned on a show, and just cuddled and talked until they would hopefully fall asleep together.

“Why do all NHL players like golf?” “I don’t know.. It’s a sport to play in summer? And I guess you don’t have to think too hard, and we can just hang out and talk?”

They were now laying across the couch, Y/n’s head on his chest, Luke’s hands running up and down the girl’s back under her shirt as ‘Bob’s burgers’ played in the background. She drew small doodles on his bicep, as they both lolled each other to sleep as they talked.

“That makes more sense than what I thought.” “What did you think?” “I thought it was because it’s the same action.. Or close.”

She didn’t expand thinking Luke understood, she assumed that was self-explanatory, but then Luke asked, “What?” “Y’know, like, shooting a puck and hitting a golf ball is the same action in the hips.” “Okay.” Luke said, softly chuckling as he brought one hand to the girl’s hair, giving her head scratches and twirling the strands between his fingers.

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screampied · 19 days

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Found this to feed ur little Toji addiction, even though u changed ur pfp again, lol

Did he come over for fun after work? R u guy's living together? R u his plaything or gf? Is this a potential smut incoming?

I'll leave the rest to u. Ik you'll work wisely with this 💯 👌🏻 😌

ps: Normally, I'm anon, but since I recently found out that u can't send anon with pictures... well... (stupid me, ik)

I don't want another 'Melanie Martinez incident' happen, where my whole text disappears, so... uhm... yeah, it's me again... bye 🫠❤️‍🔥

art: @/yunonoai_

OMMMMMMMG. it’s okay, it was just a phase bc i was writing toji dick for a week straight but he’s still my man 🫂. the tojivegas pfps will always be in my camera roll & my heart, trust

play thing PLEASSSS. i’m his main girl 😞🤚🏽.

you know what maybe, he has two more chapters for his series but i do have more toji wips 🫨🫨. gotta write for other characters tho

THANK U FOR THIS BABY. hes so fine. id call him a uber any day </3

#★ — LAS VEGAS ╱ THE CASINO.#AWWWW THIS IS UUUUU THE MEL MARTINEZ ANON #hi pookie 🩶🫂 i hope ur doing well today !!

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ipegchangbin · 4 months

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🏷️ semi-public (locker rooms), sub ! boypussy ! cheerleader ! jisung

POOKIE ANON??;?:?2‼️⁉️

firstly im so sorry for your phone and your bumass laptop i hope that damn bird realizes how distraught i am to not see the usual eyestrain…WAHHH either way though i would like to indulge in these thoughts because i have a lot of Feelings™️ about the picture you painted of lil pathetic cheerleader sungie

so i wrote something quick based on ur thoughts:

there’s just a lot to enjoy about the cheerleader. he always does so well and you think he’s one of the most hardworking, flexible ones in the team. he always perks up at your call, follows your commands, and goes beyond what he’s told.

“yes, captain!” he always says.

that’s why it’s no surprise when he’s bent over the lockers, ass daintily peeking out of his miniskirt, following your commands, and going beyond his breaking point.

or at least it wouldn’t be no surprise, if there wasn’t vibrator on his pretty little clit.

you inch closer and he shivers from the vibrations as well as innate fear.

“oh. playing during game time?”

he’s like prey in headlights. the poor flyer, whose panties were always exposed over your strict captain eyes, finally revealing all of himself to you.

“and why would you be playing by yourself?”

jisung is at a loss for words. he simply tries to hide the toy by rubbing his legs together, but he knows it’s futile; you’ve seen it. you’ve seen his wet panties, maybe you’ve noticed it trying not to drip down to your face during practice.

maybe he was thinking of you then.

you walk closer and separate his legs with one hand, your body so impossibly close to his that he feels so much smaller — he complies with your hand with only minor hesitance. at this point, he realizes that there’s no turning back.

you press the vibrator onto his cunt and it audibly whirrs, the poor boy shaking and panting.

“to play, you need teams.” you press the vibrator further onto his clit. “you need support.” it slides down, but it doesn’t seem to be on accident.

“you need a leader.”

you push the vibrator inside his cunt and jisung cries the loudest he’s ever been.

“a-ah! captain! not there…”

he bucks his legs by the knees and his head spins. he holds onto your hands for support and, as he gushes a significant amount of essence, he moans out your name by accident.

jisung never refers to you by your name out of respect even if he knows it. perhaps he moans it in the hopes that you’ll fuck him like this?

he soaks your hand in his wetness even through his pretty panties, apologizing slightly even if it doesn’t seem to stop.

you tug on the side of his underwear with your other hand. “ji. let me see that pretty cunt of yours.”

he looks up. jisung? you call “ji” that to tease him, as you do with nicknames of your other teammates, but you say his actual name with a cadence that he could only hear in his wet dreams.

“y-yes, captain…”

you laugh. you have to, he’s just too adorable.

you skillfully push his panties inside with one hand while the other keeps the vibrator in his cunt, deepening it and listening to the whirrs intensify as it hits his tight and deep walls.

jisung’s eyes roll back and his head hits the locker behind him but he doesn’t care; he’s losing himself to the pleasure bit by bit. he moans your name again and bites his lip after, but you peck his upper lip slightly.

it sends him to a blissful place, and you can tell by the way he squirts out a little trickle of clear cum from his pussy.

“y/n—i, captain, fuck—can’t think straight,” jisung moans. rolling his hips into your hand, his body begs to hit the climax and simply release.

“oh baby jisung, call me whatever you like.”

but you want to delay it just a bit.

you kiss him again, this time it’s proper and deeper. your lips touch his plump ones with a fluffy bounce and it feels like heaven on your mouth. it doesn’t take long before you snake your tongue across his lower lip, making contact with his shy one, and it feels so good that he—

he doesn’t cum, because you stop kissing him, and he whines.

“i’m not that easy baby.”

jisung doesn’t pout, but his eyes beg instead. it’s a heavenly sight and you wish that he looks at you like this forever — which he does, because it never seems to leave as you tease him relentlessly with your hands. thumb rubbing his clit, fingers pushing his vibrator.

eventually his legs shake and he’s severely out of balance, but that doesn’t stop you from dropping your head down to his crotch.

“ah-ah, how about you keep your leg up like a good boy? remember practice?”

so he lifts his leg above his head, fully exposing his juicy pussy to you.

as if it’s hell sent from heaven, you eat him out while he’s stuck in this position.

the vibrator never stops whirring. your tongue is flicking his clit in critically hurried circular motions. then your lips lock in to suck his clit and it sends jisung over the edge. his walls are being used to the point he’s almost exhausted from pain, fatigue, exhaustion, pleasure, ecstasy.

he’s getting sore from the pleasure and the cuteness is killing you both.

“captain, i need to cum! please! p-please let me cum!”

your mouth leaves his clit with a pop. “oh, and why should i make you cum?”

“please! i’ve been a good boy! please c-captain!”

well, he has. he perks up at your call. follows your every command. goes beyond what he’s told, still keeping his leg up even if he’s about to drop at any moment.

“go,” you let him cum.

he creams all over your fingers and squirts all over your hands and face. his juices are sweet and savory. jisung’s entire body trembles before falling into your arms. you’re careful to not let him drop to the floor even if he’s beyond exhausted.

he makes a mess, your uniforms are ruined, the locker room smells like sex, and you’re both horribly late.

but he’s a good boy to his captain, and that’s what matters to you.

i love you pookie anon maybe ill make something special for u bc i love u and these thoughts very dearly

(cc: @meivida look how much everyone enjoys your boypussy sung prompt everyone say thank you mei for telling me to make jisung boypussy in the first place)

#sub!skz #skz smut #sub!han #sub!jisung #sub!han jisung #han smut #jisung smut #han jisung smut #<3 pookie anon #💌 ipeginbox #💬 z is writimg

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fortheb0ys · 4 months

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"makarov, a war criminal, you think he'll let you breed him?" yes silly goose!!

YES, HE WOULD DEFINITELY🗣

Makarov beg to be filled. Going multiple rounds, his belly slightly distended from your cum and he'd still beg.

He'd lay in your arms while your cock is still in him, leaving hickies and deep bite marks on your neck.

Breeding most definitely wouldn't be the only kink he'd have. Burn play, knife play, bondage! Likes your hands around his throat. He'd like it rough. He likes pain. Something is his brain gets so turned on by it. So, pain in sex would be his go-to.

I think he likes to get hurt more than to hurt you. But he LOVES marking. Just showing off what's his.

#god i love writing for makarov #lil evil pookie #vladimir makarov x male reader #x male reader #x top male reader #call of duty mw3 #anon asks

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mcondance · 4 months

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Stu enjoys making you disgusted. He finds amusement in seeing your face scrunch up, and how you tell him how gross he is. He does things like kisses the gum out of your mouth, pulls your lollipop out of your mouth and sucks on it, or licks your face instead of kissing your cheek.

kisses the gum out of your mouth

he so fucking does. one, he likes the flavor after it’s been mixed with your spit. and two, he likes being a little fucking freak. he’s dog-trained you, and it’s like he can smell the gum from wherever he is in the house. the freak almost saunters towards you when he catches you with it, “come ‘ere,” he says, and he’s leaning down with a hand on your cheek to press his lips against yours. you already know what’s coming. his tongue is down your throat before you can even clock it and he’s moving the gum around in your mouth, moaning all extra and disgusting. he yanks you to him with the hand on your chin and sucks the fruity-flavored gum out of your mouth, bubbling spit into yours before he pulls away. eyes glazed over, mouth slick and shiny from his and your spit, you watch as he chews the gum for show, his blues bright with elation. “you want it back?” he smiles, almost snickering at your face, and how you’re on cloud fucking 9. you don’t respond.

(and, sometimes, he spits it back at you and likes when you throw it at him in retaliation.)

pulls the lollipop out of your mouth and sucks on it

he does that shit out with friends. like he doesn’t care. you’ve even started getting ones you both like cause you know it’s gonna end up in both his and your mouth before it’s gone. he turns it all intimate sometimes, gets all close to your face and whispers “lemme have it,” motions towards your mouth with his face and smiles when you offer it to him.

or, he just takes it. looks down at you while you’re sitting on the couch next to him and realizes you’ve got a sucker, reaches for it with his opposite arm and plucks it right out of your mouth. gets his taste and passes it back to you.

“you’re fucking gross, you know that?”

“mhm. say it again. i like it.”

licks your face instead of kissing your cheek

he doesn’t do this a lot cause he likes catching you by surprise. he does kiss you a lot because he’s a little obsessed freak ass lover boy who shows his affection through attaching himself to his lover and being a little violent :P anyway! you think he’s coming in for a little cheek kiss, and most of the time, he is, but then you feel his tongue grace your cheek and it’s disgusting and so fucking good all at the same time.

anon. you’re just. yeah. stu’s fucking disgusting and nasty and he’s a freak but stu fuckers are also freaks so. he’d love it. he loves how you let him use you to calm his urges, how you think he’s gross and beautiful, how you think he’s beautiful because he’s gross, how you’re a little off to compliment his psychotic needs. part of you is freaked out and the other is turned on, and maybe those parts are just one big ass piece. who knows. (you both know.)

#₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:#anon #[stu]#pookie this was great thanks :P #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher x black reader #stu x black!reader

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lacyscabinet · 4 months

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I'm just thinking about Natalie's dimples. Gotta be in like the top ten dimples of all of time 😩

Scientists say that if you stick your fingers in these dimples your life improves by approximately 99.99%

#top tier dimples fr fr no cap anon #keep sending thoughts pookies it's sooooo much fun SMOOCH #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #yellowjackets x you #natalie scatorccio x y/n

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lunicho · 1 month

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IM DOINGGG GOOOD college started again so it’s back to being a prisoner bc of calculus I HATE THAT CLASS 😭😭

Size kink with Gyuvin though 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 collegebf!Gyuvin with a size kink me thinks…collegebf!Gyuvin who likes to fuck in ur dorm room…collegebf!Gyuvin who intentionally finds ways to fuck u so good it’s hard to stay quiet…thoughts are being thunk rn

-😵‍💫 anon

OH GOD NOT CALCULUS 😭😭 PRAYING FOR U POOKIE 😭😭 im actually so bad at any type of math that it's laughable like im actually super stupid when it comes it math

thinking thoughts... collegebf!gyuv who comes over and y'all tell ur roommate that ur gonna "study" and u tell them not to come in cuz u don't wanna get distracted cuz u need to Be In The Zone. but as soon as u close the door gyuvin's standing over u and pressing u against the door, his lips already hungrily pressed against yours, his hands messily grabbing at ur clothes. thinking abt how he'd fuck u on ur bed, ur laying on ur stomach and he's pressing against u, his body weight holding u down as he fucks into u. his cock is just so big and hits u in all the right places and ur just trying to squirm everywhere and u can't keep quiet. thinking abt how he'd have his hands on ur mouth, almost fully restricting u and keeping u quiet. he's fully prepared for u to get a little loud like he has music playing and everything,, ofc the music is quiet to sell the whole "studying" thing but the thought was there!

thinking abt how he'll have u bend one leg so he can hit u even deeper and he'd kiss u so much on ur shoulders and ur back. your eyes would be rolling back and tears would be pricking at the corners cuz he just fucks u SO GOOD omg i need him

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bethsvrse · 5 months

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Hello!! I appreciate that you don’t write for people with existing relationships so could you do something for maybe Tobi has a huge crush on one of Faiths female friends that he met when out with Ethan and fair or something?? I really enjoy your writing ML 🫶🏽

PAIRING Tobi Brown x fem!reader

A/N I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request, I’ve been very busy at the moment. (Also I tried using third person POV instead of second and idk if I like it lmao)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!

Tobi initially planned to spend a quiet evening at home, enjoying some movies, perhaps ordering a pizza, and then going to bed. However, due to the 10-year anniversary celebration of the Sidemen, he felt compelled to join his friends at a pub to have a wild night.

All of his friends were present, commemorating his and his brothers’ accomplishments. Tobi stood on the sidelines, observing his friends dancing in the midst of the crowd, capturing the moments on camera. Tobi was quite happy that he doesn’t drink, knowing for certain that his friends would regret their actions in the morning when these videos are shared on social media.

Suddenly, Tobi heard someone calling his name and turned around to see Faith, Ethan's girlfriend, bringing another girl towards him. He furrowed his brow in confusion, as he had never met this girl before.

Faith stood in front of Tobi, releasing the hand of the beautiful girl. "Tobi, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, meet Tobi," Faith introduced, with the girl offering a shy greeting.

"I'm about to hit the dance floor, and to prevent Y/N from feeling awkward standing alone, I thought she could stay with you," Faith pointed dramatically in Tobi's direction. "That way, you both won't look too out of place."

"Faith..." Y/N hesitated, not wanting to make Tobi uncomfortable just because her best friend was trying to set her up with one of her boyfriend's friends.

"Shh!" Faith placed a finger on Y/N's lips, clearly already intoxicated. "I want to join the dance floor, and I don't want to leave my best friend alone."

With that, Faith walked away and headed straight for the dance floor, grooving to one of Kanye West's songs that had just started playing.

Y/N pursed her lips, leaning against the same wall that Tobi was leaning on, feeling even more awkward now. She desperately searched her mind for conversation starters, all while Tobi couldn't help but admire the stunning woman standing beside him.

His eyes roamed up and down, attempting to take in her entire appearance.

Tobi cleared his throat, attempting to break the silence. "So, uh, Faith didn't give you much of a choice, did she?"

Y/N chuckled nervously. "Not exactly. I hope this isn't too awkward for you. I didn't really sign up for a blind date tonight."

Tobi giggled, feeling the tension ease a bit. "No worries. I was just planning on a quiet night, but fate had other ideas, it seems."

Y/N nodded, glancing at the dance floor. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting to be here either. I'm not much of a party person, Faith kinda dragged me along."

Tobi chuckled, "Me neither, actually. I prefer the comfort of my movie nights."

As they exchanged small talk, Tobi discovered that Y/N loves photography and her traveling and Y/N learnt more about Tobi's YouTube career and she found out about his love for working out. The awkwardness began to fade, replaced by genuine interest.

Suddenly, Faith returned, still dancing energetically. "How's it going, you two?"

Tobi and Y/N exchanged glances, both unsure of what to say.

Faith laughed, "Relax, I'm just checking in. Enjoying your forced company?"

Tobi grinned, "Actually, not so bad."

Y/N nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's been surprisingly pleasant."

Faith, satisfied with their responses, danced away again, leaving Tobi and Y/N alone once more.

As the night progressed, they found themselves laughing and sharing stories. However, when the clock struck midnight, Y/N checked her phone.

"I should probably head home. Early day tomorrow," she said, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Tobi nodded, "Yeah, I get that. It was nice meeting you, though."

Y/N smiled, "You too, Tobi."

As Y/N left, Tobi couldn't help but smile, realizing that sometimes unexpected nights turned out to be the most memorable.

Tobi's eyes followed Y/N as she walked through the crowd. The lively atmosphere of the celebration buzzed around him, but his thoughts were focused on the intriguing girl who had unexpectedly become his companion for the night. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether he should catch up with her, but then got distracted by Simon, one of his friends, who dragged him into a group photo.

As the flash of the camera illuminated the room, Tobi's mind raced, trying to recall if he had exchanged contact information with Y/N. The realization hit him just as he turned back to look for her, but she was already gone.

"Hey, do you guys see Y/N leave? The girl Faith brought" Tobi asked, scanning the crowd.

His friends exchanged puzzled glances, and Vikk replied, "I saw her leave a few minutes ago.”

Tobi sighed, frustration evident on his face. "Great, I forgot to get her number."

Ethan, overhearing the conversation, chimed in, "Smooth, Tobi. Don't worry though, Faith has her number, ask her for it."

Tobi thanked Ethan before going to find Faith on the dance floor. He tapped her on the shoulder, and amidst the music, he shouted, "Hey, Faith! Do you have Y/N's number?"

Faith paused in her dance moves, trying to hear Tobi over the music. "Y/N's number? Why do you need that?”

"We got along well, and I forgot to get her number before she left," Tobi explained.

Faith grinned mischievously, "Well, well, looks like someone's got a crush. Don't worry, I've got you covered. Let me find it on my phone."

Faith fumbled with her phone, scrolling through her contacts as the bass thumped in the background. Tobi tapped his foot impatiently, regretting not securing Y/N's number earlier.

After what felt like an eternity, Faith triumphantly declared, "Got it!" She showed Tobi Y/N's contact info on her phone.

"Thanks, Faith. You're a lifesaver," Tobi said, relieved, adding Y/N to his contacts.

Faith winked, "Just make sure to treat her right. I'm her best friend, after all."

#bethsvrse #fanfic #tobi brown #tbjzl #tbjzl x reader #tbjzl imagine #tobi brown x reader #sidemen x reader #sidemen x y/n #sidemen x you #tbjzl x you #anon ask #sorry it took me so long to write pookie 😞

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zestys-stuff · 1 month

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Ralak’s reaction to preggo reader 😗laying her big baby belly on him especially when the baby starts kicking?

-🦥anon

Oh he would be absolutely smitten with that belly 👀💕 He would adore preggo reader, it’d be all he’d ever wanted and seeing reader heavy with his child would break that though shell in a second, enough to make a grown man cry yk?

#my 🦥 anon #chatting with ❤️#ralak talks #with my pookies❤️

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sabh0 · 6 days

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God im so glad i like Dazai and that im completely normal about him

#sab q&a #hello dazai anon i missed you pookie

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swimminginyokohamasrivers · 5 days

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Opening the door, he got in before Dazai and then closes the door. Alright, you can wait on the couch while I go get your bandages in our room.

Okayy.. *He sits on the couch and waits.*

#ooc: pssst hi pookie bear... l #little hint!! most ppl for like sideblogs when theyre sending asks from that #they put it on anon ask and then sign off with their @ at the end! so they still get notified

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adoristsposts · 7 months

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hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and it’s a happy ending?

author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you. word count; 1K warnings; drinking, swearing characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor. "Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch. You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound? You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles. But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.

The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down. By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out. Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score. You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt. Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend. Wanna go out? Absolutely, bitch. She replied.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea. You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke. Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those. You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover? Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.

You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.' You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail. "Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite. When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback. He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it. The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one. "Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened. The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."

You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over. You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'

You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile. I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?

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brook1yn-baby · 10 months

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pc!stan oneshot <3

characters; post covid stan x fem reader

warnings; dom/sub themes, fem+male masturbation, exhibitionism kinda, praise+degradation, petnames (sweetpea, baby), daddy kink, smut with aftercare 💋

a/n; this is for the anon that requested pc stan nsfw i’m dumb and accidentally deleted the ask 😪 thank u for requesting, it made my day teehee

stan hated his job.

okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. his job was…bearable. the pay was good, hours were flexible, he was basically his own boss and he worked from home. an online whiskey consultant wasn’t exactly a job he’d expected to be doing, especially so late in his life, but he was definitely passionate about it. or was it the alcohol he was passionate about? he could never quite tell. even so, he didn’t dread getting up every morning to answer calls from businessmen who had nothing better to spend their money on than copious amounts of whiskey.

but, right now, as he sits by his desk in his office on the phone to some guy who just can’t decide between two different bottles, he hates his job. and no, it wasn’t because the guy had spent the past twenty minutes mumbling to himself about the price and still hadn’t made a decision. it was during those twenty minutes that stan decided he hated his job. because during those twenty minutes, you’d walked into his office, sat on the sofa across from him and spread your legs, revealing that you were wearing nothing under your skirt.

god, stan really, really hated his job.

he couldn’t speak. even if he could, he wouldn’t be allowed. dirty-talking his pretty little tease of a girlfriend while on the phone with a client probably wasn’t the best look for the company. still, he just couldn’t pull his eyes away from your slow, gentle fingers as they slipped over your chest, stopping to pinch your nipples. the look on your face was enough to get him hard: bottom lip between your teeth, eyes half-lidded, staring right at him. there was probably the beginning of a smirk somewhere in there too, but stan was too busy watching your slutty display to check.

you knew for a fact this would end in a punishment. sure, stan loved how needy, how desperate you were for him, but always said the same thing when you were begging him to touch you; ‘good girls are patient. y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?’

usually, you’d whine, but nod and leave him be until he decided you deserved a reward. today was different. you weren’t gonna give him the chance to say anything. you’d woken up and his side of the bed was empty, you’d eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner alone, you’d gone grocery shopping and even carried all of the bags inside by yourself. he’d been in his office all day, and you were sick of it.

so, as your finger runs slow circles on your clit and his eyes darken, you know you’ve finally gotten his attention. the guy on the phone must’ve said something important, because stan has to drag his eyes away from you for a second, mumbling as he quickly types something on his computer, sighing. you giggle at his frustration, but stop promptly as he gives you a certain look; one that says ‘i’m not done with you yet’.

you take it in your stride, pushing a single digit into yourself, letting out a hushed whimper and grinning up at him. you knew it was taking everything in him to not throw his phone down and fuck you stupid. instead, he palmed at his cock through his pants, his face stoic. when you slip another finger in though, your moans a little louder now, his breath catches in his throat. he continues talking to the man on the other end of the phone, but there’s an edge to his voice, like he’s about to snap any second and hang up. you fuck yourself with your fingers, slowly, letting him watch you adjust to the feeling. fuck, you were still so tight. stan’s practically sweating now, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. he’s so hard it looks painful. he grabs his tip, wiping the precum down his length and pumping his dick as he stares at you, almost in awe of how much of a whore he’d turned you in to.

you would’ve never pulled this stunt when you first started dating.

he smirks as you bring your other hand back to your chest, swirling your fingertips around your nipple, grabbing and pinching, desperate for more stimulation. it wasn’t enough, and he knew it. you both knew it. it wasn’t him.

stan must’ve reached his breaking point as he cuts off the man on the phone. “look, dude, it’s not hard. get the macallan.” his hand leaves his dick to type something, then returns to jerking himself off as soon as the guy agrees and says he’ll order that one. he exchanges quick, strained pleasantries before basically throwing his phone onto the desk.

he doesn’t move for a few seconds. you stop your movements, removing your fingers and sitting still on the couch, full of adrenaline and lust.

then, he laughs. it’s quiet, and with his head down, you can barely hear him. he leans back in his chair, cock still upright and dripping as he looks down at you. “you wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing?” his words are sharp and harsh, and it’s obvious he’s pissed. still, you give him the least nervous smile you can muster. you weren’t used to taking the reigns for once, or atleast trying to. stan was usually the one to instigate anything in your relationship, and as much as you liked him being soft with you, you needed something else. it was like an itch you couldn’t scratch- you knew he was capable of going harder on you, you just had to push him. luckily for you, this seemed to do it.

you hum quietly. “nothin’.”

that makes him laugh again. but it’s louder, a lot louder, and there’s an air of anger to it. “nothin’, huh?” he nods gently. then, slowly, he stands up, looking down at you still sat cautiously on the couch. his dick twitches against his stomach as he watches you from this new angle. he leans down slightly, hand coming to your jaw to hold your head towards him. “did i tell you to stop?”

you could’ve come from just the way he looked down at you. still holding his gaze, you bring your fingers back to your cunt, pushing two digits back inside. you rest your head on his hand as you fuck yourself, fast and messy, desperate to reach your high before he can take it away from you. he brushes a few stray hairs from your face, rubbing your cheek gently as he coos at your soft whimpers- it was so humiliating, and it made you even wetter. “there’s my obedient little girl.” his voice is quiet. he watches you intently, his cock still throbbing against his stomach. it was so difficult for him to just watch you and not touch himself.

it’s not hard to finish; you clench around your fingers, legs shaking as he pets your hair, whispering obscenities through your orgasm. your breathing is heavy when you finally settle down, as is stan’s. you go to remove your fingers, the warning signs of overstimulation already prominent, but stop when you feel stan’s large hand wrap around your wrist, keeping yours in place. his other grips your chin a little tighter. he tuts gently. “you wanted to be a little slut,” his voice is low and it sends a shiver down your spine, “so i’m gonna treat you like one.”

his hand moves slowly, coercing your fingers inside of yourself and you let him, curling them to reach your sweet spot, all while letting out strained moans. he ignores your whining, simply repeating his earlier words; you had decided to act like a whore, and you were gonna be punished for it. by now, the line between pain and pleasure had blurred. you couldn’t tell whether the ache in your core was from exhaustion or another building orgasm, but it didn’t matter anyway. you force your eyes open when he takes his hand from your chin, watching through blurry vision as he jerks himself off and pushes your fingers deeper inside of you. it was so intoxicating, so embarrassingly delicious. you were a squirming mess next to him, babbling as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train.

you can barely speak as it passes. you’re begging by this point, soft whimpers and pained ‘please’s, though you’re unsure whether you’re begging for it to stop or for him to finally fuck you. stan seems to get the message, wiping the stray tears from your pink cheeks and removing his hand from your wrist. “s’too much baby?” his words are soft, but the grin on his face is smug. you nod pitifully, sniffling, legs still shaky. suddenly, his hand snakes up your spine, coming to grab at your hair and pushing you back on the couch. his hands pull you up to your knees, leaving you face down and arched. “too fuckin’ bad, slut.” you hear his voice behind you, then feel his cock slap against your pussy. you’re dripping and sore from your first two orgasms and you’re not sure if you can handle a third, but it’s blaringly obvious you don’t get a choice as he pushes into you.

it stings, and leaves you tearing up again as he bottoms out, but fuck, does it feel good. it’s like he’s made to fuck you. your whole body ached, and you were pretty sure your legs were about to collapse, but as he slams into you, you can’t focus on anything but how big he feels inside of you. he was already close, his movements sloppy and harsh, but he was making the most of this. he needed to make sure he taught you a lesson.

your hands grab onto anything they can; you grasp at the couch, trying to hold yourself up as each of his thrusts seem harder than the last. he clutches at your hips with strong, thick fingers, squeezing slightly as he nears orgasm, urged on by your muffled moans and tears. you manage to come again, but it’s overshadowed by the pain searing through your whole body. you let yourself fall forward into the soft cushions on the couch, stan now fully supporting your bottom half as he pushes in a few more times, bottoming out with a strained grunt when he finishes inside of you.

as soon as he pulls out, you feel disgusting. you’re sticky with sweat and come, shaking and tearing up on the couch. you hear him recollect himself, feel the space next to you dip as he takes a seat, panting. his attention is immediately on you. he places a soft hand on your leg, rubbing gentle circles on your thigh. you sit up shakily, wiping your eyes as he gestures for you to sit on his lap, arms wide. you don’t hesitate to crawl onto him, settling comfortably with your face buried in his neck, whispering teary apologies. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, shushing you softly. “s’okay, baby,” he mutters, still holding you close to his chest, “just wanted daddy’s attention, didn’t you?”

you nod, his hand reaching up to brush through your hair. it was true; you weren’t used to him being so busy with work, and it was weird not being around him all day. you had gotten so comfortable in your domesticated daily routine with stan that when he wasn’t there when you woke up, or when you ate, or when you were out running errands, everything felt wrong.

he puts two fingers under your chin, pulling you up to look at him. his expression softens as he wipes your tears, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “i’m not angry, baby. just can’t let you act out without punishing you,”

you understood. this was the first time you’d gone against his rules and, as incredible as you felt during, it was gonna be hard coming down after that. fortunately, stan was there to help you through. “gonna go get a cloth to clean you up, okay baby? be a good girl and stay here,”

he slides you from his lap back to the couch, bending down to press a final kiss to your forehead, then getting up to leave with a proud grin. he’d definitely taught you a lesson.

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