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Preview of Part Three of "The Point of No Return"

As requested by anon, a preview of TPONR!

In-between classes, I've been working on this. I'm hoping to post after I finished my first paper (due on the 18th)!

Summary:

There was nothing Peeta Mellark loved more than his crew and his car.

That is, until Katniss Everdeen.

Based on The Fast and the Furious movies

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The freeze frame of Cato’s smug face shone brightly in the dim hallway and the four grimaced before Peeta reluctantly played the Instagram reel.

Cato leaned back against the hood of his red Honda Civic as the rest of his crew stood behind, their own cars parked neatly in line. Peeta immediately recognized the graffitied white concrete that was the barrier between the parking lot and the sand—Ocean Beach.

“Yo, this is Cato of daKinetic crew! I just want to let y’all know that Peeta and the Tribute crew are a bunch of suckers who rely more on their leader than on their driving skills. Without Haymitch, they ain’t nothing!”

There was a raucous cheer from his crew as the camera closed in on Cato’s gloating expression.

“Peeta, you might’ve thought you smoked me on the road but trust me fool—you’re gonna get yours.” He sneered through the screen before flashing a smile. “To everyone else, follow me at Cato_Kinetic to see a list of my appearances. Peace out.”

“Who is that asshat?” Katniss asked. “Also, ‘HawthorneHotness’?” She snorted before handing a flushed Gale the phone and turning to Peeta. “What happened between you two?”

“About a month ago, we had a race up at Twin Peaks, and I won. He didn’t take it very well because he lost a bunch of sponsorships after someone posted the whole thing on Instagram.”

“It probably didn’t help that Johanna hooked up with his girl that night too,” Thresh added with a snort. “Now we all know what’s under his hood.”

“And what’s under his hood?” Katniss asked with a grin.

Gale pinched his thumb and index finger. “Not much.”

“That’s not good,” she replied. “I think the way a person drives is pretty spot on to the way they have sex.”

Peeta raised a brow. “Really?”

“Trust me, I’ve done the research.”

“Not sure if I like the way this is going.”

Thresh peered at her in curiosity. “Tell me more about this research.”

“Can we just please get back to this whole Cato thing?” Gale called out. “How are we going to respond?”

Katniss held out her hand.

“Peeta, give me your phone.” He handed it over easily and she smirked. “So trusting.” She typed quickly; her greys fastened on the screen before giving his phone back to him. “Friday night on the Great Highway. Also, cute handle.”

“You think ‘Speeda_Mellark’ is a cute handle?” Thresh teased. “You are really into this boy.” He ruffled Peeta’s lock good-naturedly. “And what’s happening on Friday?”

“Cato called Peeta out. I handled it,” Katniss replied easily.

Quickly reading her response, Peeta tucked his phone into his pocket.

“Cato wants a race so I’m giving him one.”

“And it’s going to cost him,” Katniss added.

Gale turned to her. “How?”

“We’re racing for pinks,” Peeta informed them. “I’ll have to look over the work done on Cato’s ride, but you could get a good amount of cash for it.”

Katniss nodded resolutely. “That was the plan.”

“After work, come by the shop and I’ll make sure your ride is good,” Thresh told him. He yawned loudly, his arms stretching up. “I’m hella tired!” He kissed Katniss on the cheek. “Night mama.”

Katniss smiled. “Night Thresh.” She turned to Gale and Peeta. “You both should get some rest.”

Gale nodded. “Have a good night.”

He turned and headed toward the stairs but not before giving the couple a quick glance.

Finally alone, Peeta pulled Katniss close and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Can I take you on a date tomorrow?”

Katniss’ face lit up and she drew his mouth back to hers. Peeta fell easily into the kiss, his arms tightening around her waist. She pressed her chest to his, her nipples brushing along his pecs. The sensation shot through his body and he let out a groan.

Katniss smiled against his lips. “Yes, I’d love that.”

“So trusting,” he replied, nipping at her bottom lip.

Her eyes, full of tenderness, remained locked on him.

“I’d go anywhere with you. Ride or die, right?”

His hand reached to cup her cheek, throat tight at her words.

“Right.”

#The Point of No Return #preview!#thefastandfurious!Everlark #Everlark #Everlark Fanfiction #Things I'm working on #Part Three

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kjmsupremacist · 2 years

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🏐 TEASER!! 🏐 to burn: (johnny/reader)

Reader meets Johnny, star player on the men’s volleyball team, vice president of his frat, and school heartthrob, and tries to pretend that she’s not interested in the slightest. Because he’s definitely, totally not her type. Right?

and you laugh. loudly– head tipping back. and while your eyes are on the ceiling, i am mouthing something too heavy even for this steady night to shoulder. ‘this is not a joke.’ i mouth. ‘love me. love me.’

- Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

Characters: fem!reader, Johnny, the rest of nct intermittently as well as some cameos from other groups <3

Genre: college au, angst, romance, humor, pining, friends to lovers to enemies with the potential to fix it

Pairings: female!reader/Johnny

Warnings: college-typical alcohol use, wild miscommunication

Rating: Explicit (but the teaser is Teen & Up)

Teaser Length: ~2k words

Projected Length in Total: ~9 chapters, each between 2-6k in length

Release Date: Monday, July 18!

[read a preview under the cut!]

“Honestly,” you say, pushing the front doors of your dorm open perhaps a little too hard, “the fact that we have a P.E. requirement is homophobic. Like, I stopped playing sports after high school for a reason.”

“The reason being you were just using them to get into college,” your friend, Charlie, says drily as they follow you outside.

“Hey, you’re in exactly the same boat as me,” you point out. “Ugh, I wish I’d just gotten it over with freshman year.”

“Good thing you didn’t, because then I’d be alone.” Charlie slings an arm over your shoulder. “And you would’ve been, too.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you agree. “At least it’s just volleyball.”

“Easy for you to say,” Charlie snorts, nudging you with their hip. “I haven’t played since middle school.”

“The deterioration of those kinds of skills is, like, exponential,” you reply. “So it’s the same.”

“Right.” They brush some of their hair out of their face. “Tell me that again when you flatten all the poor souls taking this course with us.”

“I’m not gonna do any flattening,” you say, tugging the doors to the gym open and gesturing Charlie inside before you. “I’m just gonna lay low and try to be as inactive as possible.”

“Which is why you brought your kneepads and your old court shoes, right?” Charlie quirks an eyebrow at you, pointing to your gym bag.

“It feels sacrilegious to go without them!” you defend, placing a protective hand over the lump from your shoes.

The gym is noisy and crowded. Some team is heading down the hall, talking loudly; other students hurry past, either coming from or heading to a workout. You see as you approach the courts that there are two nets already set up, and there are a few other students milling around in one corner. On the closer court are a man and a woman—the instructors, you assume, and a few other students in volleyball gear.

You drop your bag and sit down beside it, changing into your aforementioned kneepads and shoes. Charlie waits with you, hand on their hip.

Eventually, the instructors call all of you over. You and the dozen-odd other students form a haphazard circle.

“I’m Coach Pearson,” the woman says. She seems sharp and severe. “I’m the head coach for the women’s team.”

“And I’m Coach Ward,” the man says, waving jovially. “As I’m sure you can guess, I’m the head coach for the men’s team.”

“Some of our varsity players were free and decided to stop by,” Coach Pearson says. “If you could introduce yourselves, starting with the students?”

The handful of students you saw by the court when you walked in quickly go down the line. You immediately forget their names, too worried about your own introduction to focus. Charlie was right, though; pretty much all of them barely played volleyball in their lives, and you’re about to flatten everyone, whether you mean to or not.

You realize it’s your turn. “Ah, I’m [Y/N],” you say. “I played through middle and high school, but stopped after I got to university. Oh, and I’m a junior.”

You see a couple of the varsity players exchange looks as Charlie introduces themself.

Eventually, you get back around the circle to the coaches, who gesture for their players to make quick introductions.

The last guy steps forward, and for some reason—you’re not sure exactly why—he catches your attention. He’s an average jock type with an easy smile and dyed-blonde hair. “My name’s John, but everyone calls me Johnny” he says, “and I’m a middle blocker. I’m a junior, a comms major, and also the vice president of Phi Sig. You might’ve seen me at a few parties.” One of his teammates snickers and jabs him; he laughs brightly, unabashed.

The coaches give some initial instruction on forearm passing and then watch the class. After a couple of reps, Coach Pearson waves you over. “You don’t need to go through all this. Go scrimmage with the varsity players. We’ll bring everyone back together in a little bit for hitting lines and serving.”

“Okay,” you say dubiously, casting your eyes to the far court, where the varsity players are dicking around in a cramped game of 4-on-4 short-court. As you watch, Johnny throws a ball down around another guy’s block and bursts into a loud cheer.

You’re not sure you want to break up their fun, but Coach Pearson is watching you expectantly, so you shuffle over to the court, half-hoping they might ignore you.

But they see you approach, and one of the guys catches the ball mid-play. “Hey,” he says. You’re pretty sure his name is Jacob. “Coach send you over?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying not to sound nervous. “She told me to scrimmage with you guys while the others do drills.”

“Not surprised,” one of the girls pipes up. Joy, your brain supplies. “You look like you know what you’re doing. And you said you started playing when you were little, right?”

“Um, yeah.” All of them are looking at you now. “I don’t—I mean, obviously I’m not like you guys. I’m just… not a beginner.”

“No problem,” Johnny says. “We can play full court. Jacob can just switch sides based on who’s on offense. He’s the only setter here, anyway.” Jacob groans good-naturedly. “Oh, stop it, it’ll be good for you. What position did you play, [Y/N]? It is [Y/N], right?”

You nod. “Yeah. Um, I played middle.”

“Thought so,” Johnny says, giving you a grin. “Tall like me. Sehun, want to split us?”

Sehun, a tall, quiet guy, points you to the side opposite Johnny. A shorter guy greets you and introduces himself as San. “I’m a freshman,” he says with a grin. “And the libero.”

Libero, meaning basically the best back-row defender on the team. You raise your eyebrows. “You start as a freshman?” you ask. “You must be good.”

San shrugs, looking like he’s trying to hide his pride. “Yeah,” he says. “Coach likes me.”

Sehun divides the rest of the players. He keeps Johnny, but sends Joy to your side. There’s a shorter girl with them as well as a guy who seems close with Johnny. You get a handsome senior named Kai.

“Not gonna rotate,” Kai says. “San takes middle back; I’ll take the left and Joy can take the right. You,” he says to you, “Pull up when we’re serving and stack to the left when we’re receiving, okay?”

The other side arranges themselves into a similar formation while Sehun and Kai rock-paper-scissors for first serve. It looks like Sehun plays outside, just like Kai; the other girl takes the middle back position, and the other guy is on the right side. Jacob hovers at the net, waiting to see which side he’ll start on. Kai wins after a couple of ties, giggling and smacking Sehun when he glares.

You start to play, and while you’re not spectacular, you find that you can keep up well enough. You even manage to block Johnny once, and Sehun twice, which both of them take in stride. As you play, you begin to figure a few things out.

Sehun and Kai are co-captains of the men’s team. However, they seem to be priming Johnny to take their position next year; they treat him almost as an equal. Captain of the volleyball team and probably president of his frat, you think. He’s your average all-American heartthrob—who peaks in college.

Seulgi, the shorter girl on Johnny’s side, is one of the captains of the women’s team. She and Joy seem to be good friends—they taunt each other from across the court, grinning. Jacob is nice, if a bit reserved. In any case, he’s a talented setter, and quick on his feet. San is loud and competitive, but also eager to give others praise. By the time the coaches are calling all of you back over, you feel like you’ve started to make some friends.

“Not bad,” Joy says. “If you were a freshman, I’d tell you to try out.”

You laugh. “I’ll take it,” you say. “Thank you.”

Later, when you all head back to serve, you find yourself next to Johnny. He watches you struggle through a jump float. “Hey, at least it went in,” he says when you turn around.

“That was my first serve in almost three years,” you defend.

“I’m not making fun of you,” he says. He takes his serve; a beautiful topspin, traveling at a mean angle all the way to the back right corner of the court. On the other side, Sehun calls it in and gives him a thumbs-up. Johnny gives him a thumbs-up in return. “So what’s your story? How come I haven’t seen you around?”

“You mean at one of your parties?” You grab another ball. “Not really the partying type, I guess. At least not big parties.” You serve; this one is better than the last. The ball floats into the back few feet of the court, dropping just in.

“Nice spot, [Y/N]!” Joy calls, catching your ball off a bounce.

“Thank you!” you call back, pleased.

“A pity,” Johnny says. “We could’ve met sooner.” He winks at you before taking another serve. It’s almost an exact duplicate of his last. He’s good, you admit grudgingly. Good, and also trying to flirt with me.

“Not sure that would’ve changed much,” you say lightly. “You’re not my type, Seo. I don’t like guys who flirt with every girl they meet.”

Johnny laughs. “Oh, and she has an attitude,” he says. “I like that. Okay,” he adds, holding his hands up. “No flirting. But if you want to come by this weekend, I can put you on the list. You can even bring a friend. I’ll put ‘[Y/N]-plus-one.’ Saturday at ten?”

“I don’t even know where the Phi Sig house is,” you say. This is a lie; you have a feeling it’s one of the grander ones on frat row.

One of the coaches blows a whistle; you chuck the ball you just grabbed back in the basket. Johnny does the same. “I’ll give you the address,” he says. You jog back to where everyone dropped their stuff together.

“Sure,” you say, catching Charlie’s eye. They raise their eyebrows, looking between you and Johnny. You shrug, shaking your head quickly as you wait for the coaches to dismiss you.

“Good work today,” Coach Ward says. “We’ll start short scrimmages next time.”

“If anyone wants kneepads, I can bring some of our spares from the office,” Coach Pearson offers. “You’re dismissed.”

Johnny has produced his phone. “What’s your number?” he asks. “I’ll text it to you.”

You give him your number. “I might be busy,” you warn. This is not a lie; you did promise one of your friends dinner on Saturday, and you’re not sure how late it will go. “But I’ll try to swing by.”

He grins, pocketing his phone. “Well, I hope you can make it.” The other varsity guys approach behind him; Sehun slings an arm over his shoulder, giving you a nod. “Guess I’m going,” Johnny says with a laugh, letting Sehun turn him away. “See you, [Y/N]!”

“Bye,” you reply, not staying to watch him go.

“Um, hello,” Charlie says. They’re grinning mischievously. “That Johnny guy sure seemed interested in you, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah,” you say. “He invited me to his frat party this weekend. I dunno if I’m gonna go.” You kick off your shoes, peeling your kneepads off and throwing them in your bag. “He did say I could bring a guest, so if I do decide to go, you have to come with.”

Charlie shrugs easily. “Free alcohol, right? I’ll be there.”

You walk back together. Charlie gripes about an essay they already have and you half-listen, watching the sun set beyond the trees. Johnny’s smile pops back into your mind. You shake yourself. Stop it, you scold your stomach, which has insisted on doing a complex series of backflips at the thought of him. There’s no way I have a crush on him, because I’m a grown-ass woman, and I don’t get crushes. Especially not on arrogant frat boys named John.

The feeling in your stomach, it seems, would tend to disagree, but you ignore it.

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festiveferret · 2 years

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#warmlightzine #stony #fanfiction #my writing #preview!

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sunsetcurveauto · 3 months

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percy with road rage and blaring the horn of hermes's taxi. NEVER forget my boy is from new york

#curbs are truly mans greatest enemy #also him getting distracted by annabeth and running into the wall 💀💀💀#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #pjo disney+#pjo show #tina talks #i went through every emotion in this ep AND the previews for next week #'hold fast mom' AND WHAT IF I PASSED AWAY. WHAT THEN

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marinecanary · 1 month

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SHUT THE FUCK UP

#NO CAUSE WTF #THIS IS THE BEST/SCARIEST PREVIEW WEVE GOTTEN YET #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #dnd #fhjy #dimension20 #riz gukgak #baron from the baronies

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bluegiragi · 4 months

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christmas miracle.

early access + nsfw on patreon

This comic was shamelessly inspired by tender by prettyunhinged on ao3. go ahead and leave the original author a comment and kudos if you haven't already!!

#so for the holiday season from xmas to the new years i prepared like three comics #this is one of them!!#the other two are bit too spicy to safely post onto tumblr so i'll settle for previews but here #some domestic ghostsoap to warm the heart #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #giragi art

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arienai · 1 year

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#terfs deactivate challenge #this was originally a different post but it's gotten to terf tumblr now and I can't block fast enough so.#this will be on their blog preview now :)

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xtaleunderverse · 30 days

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Here's a smol preview of Underverse 0.8 part 1

What's happeninnnnnnnnn ooooooooo whas all diiiiiiiisssss 😱

#They're about to sing Story of Underverse #underverse #UVSSE2 #UVS08-1 #UVS08 #animation preview #sneak peek

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meanbossart · 1 month

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A LITTLE UHHH SOMETHING FROM LAST NIGHT THAT I FORGOT TO MENTION.

(((Full picture can be found through the link on my pinned post)))

#art #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #du drow #preview

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dilfsfordinner · 5 months

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honeymoon- nanami kento x wife!reader

a/n- in preparation for this week’s episode, this is my ode to my husband

warnings- fem!reader, unprotected sex, praise, missionary pos, mating press, belly bulge, nanami has a big d, implied breeding kink, fluffff

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Nanami Kento had been dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere with sand and palm trees, warm weather, the ocean, you. Now it would take a lot for him to admit this because he’s not a dreamer, per se, especially with his strict work ethic, but the amount of times he had to catch himself during a shift from drifting off in a fantasy about sleeping in or relaxing on the beach, you could say he had started to reflect his child-like self.

Except every single one of those dreams could not rival the feeling of experiencing his honeymoon with you. He’d gotten what he wanted. A private villa, surrounded by greenery with a whole rainbow of colors blessing the space. Red, orange, pink, and especially white flowers would pop out from the dense leaves of the tropical garden that was essentially your front yard, their sweet perfume just light enough to not be too overbearing. The villa was perched in a cluster of palms, the white-sand beaches of the Caribbean literally at your disposal by a pathway from your bedroom, its wood-lined trail leading down to a private oceanside cove of sand and the most vivid aquamarine water you’d ever seen.

It had been five days since the two of you had arrived at your little oasis, 120 hours of complete and utter relaxation accompanied by sheer happiness. You could barely contain your excitement for the trip when he’d announced the surprise destination a month before your wedding, and that giddiness you were once feeling was multiplied tenfold. Kento Nanami was finally your husband. The man you had fallen for was now tied to you legally and emotionally, the two of you matching with the golden bands placed upon your fingers, yours just a tad bit more extravagant with the stone you had dreamt of forged perfectly into the smooth metal.

Your favorite gift you had received though was once again from your husband. It had been given on the day of your wedding, a little white, bow-tied box placed in your hands before the reception. Upon opening it, you were met with a pretty bracelet, a twisted chain of pure platinum so uniformly perfect, you knew your husband had picked it. Your favorite part however, was the tiny charm hanging from the chain, a cursive “k” inscribed into the precious material, a clear sign of your newly wed’s hand in the purchase. “I’m yours now,” he had whispered into your hair, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before helping you clasp the delicate chain around your wrist.

For days you had thanked him any way you could for his kindness, the two new additions he’d gifted so beautifully thoughtful, gifts that certainly garnered a lot of attention, especially when it came to some.. exerting activities.

It was like the atmosphere had turned you two into animals, your bodies sore from the endless (sorry for lack of a better word), fucking, the tension so thick you could feel it heavy in your chest, the warm, salty breeze flowing through the mesh, white curtains of your bedroom doing nothing to help calm your lustful state.

It was nearly dusk and your current session had started about an hour ago, any and every position you could think of already tried, your body turned and flipped a multitude of times before you were placed on your back again, thighs pushed up against your chest, your legs falling over your husband’s broad shoulders.

Your throat was dry from the fountain of moans constantly spilling from your mouth, Nanami’s name starting to sound like an imaginary word from the amount of times you’d choked out the syllables. Don’t be too embarrassed though because he was just as knocked as you, his skin flush from exertion, sweat dampening his blonde locks, and his usually cool tone of voice had turned desperate, your own name a slurred grumble or groan every time he felt you clench around him.

Your silky, white nightgown had been discarded long ago, the little scrap of fabric on the floor reminding you of what had started this escapade in the first place. The memory of Nanami’s eyes darkening when you’d emerged for bedtime had your stomach tightening and eyes squeezing shut. You’d known him for who knows how long and he still managed to make you feel like a horny teenager with just one look.

“My perfect wife,” he panted into your neck, heavy cock nudging your deepest parts, you could feel him in your belly, could even see him in your belly, the area below your navel molding just slightly into the shape of his cock every time he would push into you.

Your skin was glowing from the last remnants of sunlight reaching through the gauzey curtains, the ocean waves gentle as they crashed along the shore, wrapping you in a cocoon of pure passion, the current moment so perfect and loving, one of Nanami’s hands snaking into your palm to ground you, the other resting beside your head as he kissed the tender curve of your neck.

He was a warm lover. Caring, romantic, a listener. Someone who focuses on giving instead of stealing pleasure. That’s why it was so easy to give him your trust, to open yourself up to him emotionally, and physically. Someone who easily outshined anyone when it came to choosing who to share your remaining years with.

Your ring fingers clinked together when he pushed into you with a particularly needy thrust, the golden bands once again twining as his fingers curled over your own in a firm lock. “Only yours,” you whimpered out, voice almost breaking from your very vulnerable position, your chest compromised as your legs were propped up, the backs of your thighs fitting against his chest, folding over his shoulders at the knees.

Not only did your words drive him crazy, but the little jingle he would hear every time his hips connected with your own had his eyebrows knitting with some primal need to actually make you his. The bracelet he’d gifted you had ended up clasped around your delicate ankle, the silver charm glinting his initial in the low lights, every little reflection catching his peripheral, spurring him on. You had done it on purpose. You had known he would have you folded sooner or later and you knew how much he loved to mark you, that piece of jewelry a literal signing of his name on you.

Your mouths latched onto each other, hurried kisses ending in heavy breaths against each other’s face or neck, eventually your foreheads being the place of rest as he continued to fuck you with every ounce of energy in his body.

“-love you, s’much,” you murmured, voice lilting with the rising pleasure in your core, his thick length prodding every ridge you had to offer, that spongey spot of nerves catching his head with every pass, eliciting a gasp from your lips, Nanami’s jaw clenching as he held himself back from completely plowing into you, your approaching climax drawing a rush of liquid from your twitching cunt, trickling onto his thighs.

“I love you,” he kissed you this time, his strong hand fisting the sheets beside your head, the other still clutching onto your hand as he knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock feeling like a full-blown spear impaling you, the only thing keeping you sane being his mouth on you, and the sweet-nothings groaned from his lips.

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It was dark by the time you two had truly finished with each other, your body curled up in Nanami’s lap as he lounged with you on the large chairs placed outside the curtains of your bedroom, the moonlight bouncing off the waves as they continued their trek across the shore.

His nimble fingers traced gentle shapes on your back, your upper body covered by his blue shirt, dwarfing your form in a pool of fabric, Nanami modeling your “half-nakedness” with only a pair of boxers, his strong legs visible to your very sleepy, but eager eyes.

Some type of tropical, cricket creature hummed a pretty song, coaxing your eyelids to flutter, your body sinking further into your husband’s hold, your cheek nestled gently against the soft curves of his collarbone, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

Taking note of your drifting consciousness, Nanami smiled down at your curled up form, fingers slowly letting up on their brief massage session to brace his hold. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hair with such tenderness you almost agreed to get up and listen, but he was just so warm and cozy.

Pretending to not hear him, you put on your best sleeping face, mouth opening slightly to really pull it off, the tiniest of snores leaving you in a very convincing manner. Silence followed your antics before a rumble vibrated from the chest of the man you lied on, a soft laugh leaving him as he took in your ‘sleeping state’, a laugh that had your lips twitching, a smile almost breaking out on your face.

“What a shame.. the Mrs. has fallen asleep on me,” he sighed, voice filled with faux sorrow, and when he relaxed back into the chair, you thought the victory was yours, nuzzling back against his chest to comfortably relax again. That was.. before your world was turned upside down, a yelp echoing from your throat as Nanami hoisted you over his shoulder, your bottom cradled by his large hand as he smiled that stupid smile of his and trekked back into the bedroom, all fatigue gone from the two of you, replaced with the teasing air of aching want.

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#nanami kento smut #nanami x fem!reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #husband nanami #nanami kento fluff #nanami fluff #nanami jjk #i need him #GUYS GO LOOK AT HIS SMILE IN THE PREVIEW

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jacobglaser · 6 months

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Use your words instead of slamming the love of your life into a wall challenge. (failed x3)

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sintiva · 5 months

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ARMINNEEEEE

church boy armin whose parents are very, very strict, and when i say strict, i mean they have him under a radar. there’s no door leading to his bedroom, he wasn’t allowed a television, walls bare, only scriptures and testaments hung upon them. he turned his phone in every night, even as a 19 year old living with his parents. bible study was every wednesday, and on those days he couldn’t have his phone, or any friends over, though he’s never been allowed to bring any over prior.

then one wednesday everything sorta changed. one day at bible study he met you, his complete opposite.

the reason for your attendance differed on a completely different magnitude. you were always out partying; drinking and smoking. recreational activities armin never got the chance to even consider participating in. your parents were fed up, you were wild, it was in your blood, you couldn’t settle down so they decided to implement their own jurisdictions — church. “ you’re cute.” you plop down in the chair next to him, his cheeks beet red, and his blue eyes peered over his big, ugly round frames. in loser fashion he wore a crisp pair of khakis and the ugliest sweater with orange, green and purple diamond pattern. he was cute, at-least his face was, but his outfit — not so much.

he ignored you, but he couldn’t ignore your scent. citrus, vanilla, lavender? a hint of something foreign. a scent he never had the pleasure and hassle of spraying away. he ignored you, turned his head to the side and flipped to whatever page to keep him from looking at the number one restriction his parents set for him — girls! you didn’t like that one bit, but the more you went to church the more you would tease and chastise him. chasing after him like juice with liquor. playing with him, acting innocent, sneaking all over the place with him. the parents didn’t like that at all, and they threatened him over and over, “you’ve been acting different. it’s cause he’s with that girl.” they’d yell over and over during dinner. their arguments and claims were so oversaturated that he’d just learn to shut them out. his time with you

it was that girl who made him a complete, whimpering mess in the comfy confines of his parents king size bed. “w-e shouldn’t, not in hereee.” mumbles weak and feeble, lost in the gargling of his own spit. “are you asking me to stop, ‘min?”

“i can stop if you want me to-“ you lower the tip of you index finger to his slit, “but do you really want that?”

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anddddd scene! 🤝🏽

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