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aryxchse · 2 months

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percy doesn't know.

— leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader.

inspired from the song ;; scotty doesn't know by lustra

summary ;; percy is oblivious about leo fucking his sister at every chance he gets.

warnings ;; nsfw stuff i guess, no full smut though. percy is being oblivious as hell, reader is sneaky and leo's a little bastard <3

a / n ;; wish my english was good enough to actually write some good smut, but please don't kill me because i just implied it 👐🏻 OH and they're aged up, obvi.

Percy doesn't know that y/n and me

Do it in my cabin every Sunday

She tells him she's in lake but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Percy doesn't know

y/n l/n, percy jackson's precious little sister. she was only a year younger than him, but he still acted like she was a baby. he tried to protect her at all costs and sweared that he would kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

and when she told him that she was dating with leo, he couldn't help but get even more protective. but he did not have the right to say something, because he was happily in love with annabeth. and y/n just wanted to live that kind of love too, she deserved it.

so when she told him she was going to lake, to swim and meditate a little, he believed her. she was too soft and naive to do something secretly behind him anyways. at least, that's what percy told to himself.

little did he didn't know was that y/n, was going to bunker 9.

"finally," leo breathed out when he saw his perfect girlfriend y/n. "thought percy didn't let you be alone."

y/n smiled mischiefly as she approached to him, already seeing him hard. it looked like it hurt, and she would do anything to make her sweet boyfriend satisfied. "doesn't matter, i'm here right? let me help you with that." she said, pointing his arousal.

leo only smirked when she got down to her knees.

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

y/n's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

"h-hi, perce. what's up?" she said, trying to hold her voice stable.

she wasn't going to open the phone, really. but leo, being a little shit he is, insisted. appearently he wanted to see how much his girlfriend was capable of holding herself.

besides, leo was too heated at the moment that he didn't even cared when percy called. she was close, he was close, they were so close to having the feeling of paradise. percy would enter the room and leo would still keep pounding into her, that's how hot he was. he couldn't stop.

leo bited back a laugh, thrusting into her more. he bended her over at his working table, the metal stuff throwed on the ground long ago. she tried to scratch the table but of course, failed.

"no, thank you i don't want anything." she said, arching her back more as leo kept his speed. she was so close to exploding that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to muffle her moans like she did now.

percy was on a date with annabeth at the amusement park and he was catching some plushies now. and he knew how his sister loved plushies, especially sea creature themed ones. "well, m-maybe you can get the shark one, thanks perce." she said, tears rolling down as her voice shaked a bit.

"okay, love you too. kiss annabeth for me." she said before hanging up, and releasing herself with a loud cry. she screamed all of the voices she kept inside while she hit her orgasm, panting on leo's desk. it didn't take much longer for leo to cum after her, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

"you did so well, princesa." he panted, kissing her back.

I did her on his birthday

percy doesn't know

it was august 18th, percy's birthday. everyone of their friends were invited, so it was normal for leo being there too.

the house was full of people, that percy couldn't even look or talk with his sister more than two minutes. everyone congratulated him on his new age and how handsome he turned out. bla, bla, bla.

y/n wore a white skirt with a blue crop top that leo got her at her birthday. he didn't said anything while he handed it to her, but the low neckline was making her boobs look gorgeous. and he don't even mention of how hot that top looked with that skirt.

leo held her hand as he whispered in her ear. "i need you, right now." he whispered in a desperate tone, a tone she couldn't say no to.

"leo we can't— the house is too crowded and-" leo kissed her neck secretly, only making her squirm under his touch. "that's why no one would notice." he whispered in her ear.

percy was talking with annabeth when he saw y/n taking leo's hand and dragging him to somewhere. "y/n!" he called, making the couple turn around.

"w-what's up?" she asked, trying to sound not too panicked. percy didn't noticed, thanks to gods. "where are you two going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. which annabeth was going to be mad at him for it later.

"i gotta pee man, and she's leading me to the bathroom." leo explained, hiding behind her so that percy won't see his boner. percy was going to say something, but was intrupted by annabeth.

"okay then, we wouldn't want leo to pee in his pants on your birthday, right babe?" annabeth asked, not caring if percy was going to answer or not. and not waiting for it either. "but-" percy tried to say.

"great! be quick though, we're about to give him his presents." annabeth said like she knew, she winked to the couple. y/n gave her a warm smile, in a way only she could understand what she meant behind it. thank you, you're the best!

annabeth dragged percy to the kitchen while the couple got upstairs, making out the moment they entered the bathroom.

a / n ;; thanks for reading, you really survived to here fr 🫶🏻

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builtbykittie · 9 months

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Gratitude

D.R.W x f!reader

Summary: while at a bar, two questionable men approach you and won't leave you alone, that is until someone saves you

Warnings: 18+ minors cover your eyes, sorta enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption, harassment(?), SMUT, oral (m & f), thigh riding, unprotected sex, anything else I forgot

Words: roughly 4.4k

A/N: This is something that's been sitting in my drafts since April but I do have some fics I'm really excited about! (& yes I changed one word in my name but I'm still the same person I swear)

You stare at the curly-haired man, your eyes sharp like daggers and your hot gaze burning on his shoulders. "I don't see why you can't just sit down with him, try to talk it out," Sam takes a swig off the bottle of beer in his hand and rolls his eyes.

"That is the dumbest thing I think I have ever heard you say. Do you seriously think I haven't tried, Sam?" You slam your glass down on the bar harder than intended "It just won't work out. It always ends in another argument."

Danny's kindness seemed to piss you off, of course being nice was a good thing, but that's not how he truly is. He carries himself to be sweet but in reality, he's nothing but a cocky asshole. That's not the only reason you don't like him though, the two of you were best friends for years until an argument that was never quite settled.

It was a stupid thing to end such a close-knit friendship over an argument, but you're stubborn and could never seem to get past it. People always tend to see Danny as a cutie but they don't know him in the same way you do, and that's about the only thing that pissed you off more than the man himself.

When Daniel's upset, he's bitter. However, Danny didn't tend to hold grudges, you being an exception, of course. What exactly started the argument is still a mystery, it was a mixture of everything piled up after a long day and added stress of their show going wrong.

You plant your face in your hand with a sigh, averting your gaze from Daniel talking with an unknown woman to your drink. "Y/N... You can't seriously hate him," Jake taps your knee, and your cheeks start to burn up.

As much as you'd like to say you felt nothing other than mere hatred and disdain for Danny, it would never be true. You could not help the despair you felt for the man who was once your best friend "You can't tell me what my feelings are, Jake."

"Oh come on, loosen up would ya?" Josh barges into the conversation, trying to lighten up the mood however he can. "Josh it's getting late," Jake adds, gesturing toward the door of the bar, surprisingly. He's 'mysterious' and without a doubt the shyest, but never the type to leave the bar because of time.

The brothers exchange looks and whispers before throwing back their drinks and standing up. "Hey, where are you going?" You sit up, looking around and locking eyes with Danny before whipping your head back around to the boys. "We're gonna go to my place," Josh wraps his arm around Jake "You're welcome to come if you'd like."

"Maybe I'll stop by later," you sigh, giving them just what they wanted. "Suit yourself, mama. See you later," Josh pats your head with a smile before beginning to walk through the building to the exit. By the time you realized they'd 'forgotten' Danny, it was too late, the door behind them shuts and they show no sign of remorse.

"Shit," you curse under your breath as you realize you knocked over your drink watching the boys leave, snatching napkins out of the holder that was conveniently placed right next to you. The alcoholic drink trickles down the bar and onto your silk blouse and skirt, ultimately ruining them.

Just to make matters worse, two men that you wouldn't particularly call charming approach you. "You okay?" one of the men speaks. You could usually tell someone's intention by looking at them, and this guy was clearly faking concern to get in your pants... or skirt.

"I'm fine," you mumble, not paying any care to them in hopes they will lose interest and walk away, but they don't. "Here, let me help you," the other guy leans forward, pulling on your shirt.

You start to panic, you've never been good with people, let alone drunk ones. "No really, it's okay," your voice grows shaky as you try to swat away his hands while also maintaining your clothes.

"Hey, baby, we're just trying to take care of ya," the one on your right leans closer to you "Why are you here alone, anyways?"

"My friends just left," you stutter, turning your head to look at Danny who is still having a conversation with the unknown woman. You start to hesitate, unsure if you should say what you're thinking "And I have another friend in here." You gesture to Danny with the smallest wave of your arm to make sure they're the only ones that saw.

Maybe if they think you know people here, they'll leave you alone. "Then how come he's not with you babe?" One of them speaks to you, his gross, warm breath hitting your hands.

"Don't call me that," you wouldn't dare to look up at the men, hands trembling as you continue trying to dry off your clothes.

You flinch back a few inches, tears forming in your eyes as one of them claps his hands together just centimeters away from your face. "Don't be a bitch," the man says just below a shout, his eyes yellow and narrow.

Just as the man goes to open his mouth once more, you feel another presence approach. Soon enough, the men are being viciously pulled by their shoulders and away from you one by one. "Leave her the fuck alone, will you?" It's Daniel.

You cowardly turn your head, watching as he pushes them away while they both shout curses at him. Danny makes sure they get as far away as possible before he can turn back to you.

You finally let the tears that have been puddling at your waterline fall, rolling down your bright red cheeks. "Hey, are you okay?" Danny's tone is drastically different from the last time you talked to him, possibly months ago.

"I'm okay," you stutter "They just- they came up to me and kept trying to talk to me and help me and-"

"Hey hey hey," you're cut off by the voice of your 'enemy' that comforts you much more than you'd like to admit. "I can drive you home if you'd like," Danny brings his hand up and rubs your arm, calming you down and helping you stand up.

You're being held by the man you swore hated your guts just 10 minutes ago, the same man who you couldn't talk to without getting angry and storming out of the room.

"Give me your keys," he puts his arm around you, holding his other hand out in front of you. "Daniel, for fucks sake, I can drive," you avoid eye contact with him as best as you can, stumbling with every other step.

"I know," he brings his index finger to your chin, lifting your face to look at him "Just let me do this for you." All you can do is roll your eyes and gently nod, digging through your bag and fishing out your keys.

You're lucky you parked close, it started raining not long ago and the temperature had plunged, not to mention the alcohol soaking into your clothes. You hear the door unlock and you slowly climb in the passenger side, impatient to get out of the rain covering your bare legs

The drive is quiet, your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you sit uncomfortably in wet clothing. "What made that guy do that?" Danny glances at you for a fleeting moment before looking back to the road.

"They kept trying to call me 'baby' so I just told him to stop and then he just-" You cut yourself off as you realize Danny had pulled into the parking lot "He clapped at me and told me not to be a bitch."

"What a prick," he murmurs, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door. "How're you gonna get home?" you unbuckle as he opens your door, concerned at how well you are getting along with him. "I'll call an Uber," he responds flatly, returning to his typical behavior.

You sigh at the thought of having to be alone in your apartment with the man you've 'hated' for almost three years, but can't stand leaving him in the rain after he'd saved you and even driven you home. You cross your arms, taking your keys from his hand and rolling your eyes "Come inside, please." Danny nods, following you up the steps and into the building.

"Do you want something to drink?" You offer, not looking back at him as you unlock your door. "I'm okay," he responds, looking around your dimly lit apartment as you kick off your heels.

You hadn't changed it around much after your falling out with Danny, and he certainly noticed that.

"Why did you do that?" You cower, your head hung low as you pick at the skin around your nail. "Why did you help me?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna sit around and let those guys harass you like that," he leans against the counter.

"Thank you," you avoid his face, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cabinet before filling it with water. "But I mean I am a total bitch to you," you finally get enough courage to look at his face "I didn't deserve that."

"Those guys were assholes, who knows what they would've done if I didn't step in," he inches closer to you, your entire body becoming flushed once again.

There was no denying you had a little crush on him, even before the fight, but you'd always just pushed your feelings aside.

"I'm gonna change," you say, nearly as a whisper "If you leave I swear to god."

After closing the door, you slide off your stained blouse and wet skirt, letting them fall to the ground. You open your dresser and pull out the first bottoms and a shirt you see, not realizing how skimpy they are until you slide them onto your body. Your ass nearly poked out of the shorts and your boobs filled out the tank top to the point your nipples would've been clearly seen if you hadn't kept your bra on.

"I'm sorry," you walk out of your room, brushing your fingers through your hair. "I'm just such an ass to you all the time and you still did this for me," you watch as Danny's eyes light up and wander down your body then back up to your face.

"I haven't been the best either," he flashes you his crooked smile, god that smile. "Maybe we could make it up to each other sometime," he takes a languid step toward you, pulling his hands from his pockets.

"Daniel," you drop your head to look at your feet, searching every corner of your mind to find the words that would describe your feelings. "I could make it up to you now."

Despite your voice being so quiet you wonder if you even said it aloud, Danny heard you loud and clear. "Yeah?" His voice is flirtatious and soft as he gets closer, just inches away from you. "How're you gonna do that?"

You look dead into his eyes, growing impatient "I think you know what I mean." You feel your body become hot and your breath shaky as the room goes silent. The thick and quiet atmosphere is interrupted by his footsteps, his hands grasp your waist and your arms wrap around his body, making sure he's not going anywhere.

You don't wait for him to do anything, instantly lifting yourself slightly by your toes and smashing your lips against his. You could get used to the way his lips mold so beautifully with yours.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to become intense and hasty. You pull him as close to you as possible, your breasts pressed so hard against his chest that it starts to hurt.

Danny pushes you back until you're pressed against the counter with force. His hands are as if they have a mind of their own, wandering all over your body that he's touched before, but never in this context.

"Fuck," you whisper into his mouth as you grind against his leg for any friction, impatiently pushing him back to unbutton his shirt. "How long have you waited to do this, baby?" His thumb sneaks up the hem of your shorts.

"You don't even know," you speak through heavy breaths, quickly shedding the shirt off his shoulders and continuing your attack on his lips. You feel a smile pull at his lips as he begins to lift the hem of your top, tapping your elbow for you to raise your arms.

You silently thank yourself for not caring to put on a new pair of panties, nothing to stop him after he's taken off your shorts. He tugs the fabric off your body and unclasps your bra so effortlessly, letting the clothes fall to the ground and be forgotten until later.

"Y'know, I've always hated it when you went around flaunting these tits," Danny whispers, one of his hands pressing your hips against his bulge as he involuntarily bucks into you, the other grasping onto your breast for dear life.

"Yeah? Why is that Daniel?" you reach down, frantically searching for the button of his pants. When you finally find what you're looking for, you fumble it a few times, causing a giggle to escape his lips. Another smile grows on his lips, and he juts his hips forward "I hate that you're showing off what's supposed to be mine."

You squeeze your thighs together in reaction to his sentence, desperately trying to stop the wetness threatening to seep into your shorts. His pants drop to reveal a very obvious tent in his boxers that makes your mouth water. He's big, you could tell just by the way he's straining against his underwear.

"May I?" You smirk, cupping his bulge and slowly sinking to your knees. He nods with that hypnotizing smile and pets your hair, you waste no time pulling down his boxers and watching as his cock is set free.

You swallow thickly, your eyes opening wide as you stare at him in awe. After enough time goes by and you hear a tiny giggle from Danny's mouth, you snap back into reality and wrap your hand around him. "Fuck you're gorgeous, y'know that?" He bucks into your hand as you spit on his length, swirling and moving your arm faster.

"I am?" You almost moan before kitten licking the tip of his cock which is just enough to elicit soft rumbling groans from within his chest. "Shit," he breathes, his hand flying to the back of your head "You gonna open up for me, princess?"

"Mm, maybe," you smile, significantly speeding up your pace. Danny impatiently grabs your jaw, tugging on your bottom lip with his thumb but before he can say a word you're taking him fully in your mouth.

A loud curse falls from Danny's lips, tangling his fingers through the tresses of your hair. You begin to bob your head relatively quickly, contrasting with the slow pace you've started with your hand. The throb you felt in your core was almost unbearable, and you knew you couldn't continue this for much longer. But you'd feel bad if you left him unfinished, especially since you were supposed to be 'making it up to him'.

When you detach your lips from his length and slow your movements to a stop, he bunches your hair in his hand and pulls so that you're looking up at him. You go to open your mouth but the smile playing on his lips tells you that he already knows. "Daniel, I can-" you try to explain, but you're silenced before you can finish your sentence.

"It's okay," he pets your hair "Go ahead and touch yourself for me." You look up at him through your lashes and nod "Thank you." You begin to impatiently slide your shorts off your body, shifting your weight to your knees, you bring a hand down and drag your fingers through your unbelievably wet folds. "Shit," Danny groans as you begin to slowly pump up and down his length with the other hand, brushing your thumb along his slit with every stroke.

At the same time, you draw tight circles over your clit. "Come on baby, let me feel that pretty mouth," he grabs your hair once again and pushes your face into his throbbing erection. "Yes, sir," you moan, slipping two fingers inside your entrance and attaching your mouth back onto his cock.

You start to grind against the heel of your hand, the sight of you fucking your fingers mixed with your choice of words drives Danny mad. You moan around him as he fucks into your mouth, thrusts becoming rougher and rougher with every one of your noises. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck," Danny lets out a visceral groan "fuck baby you're doing so good."

Tears form in your eyes as you gag on him, your fingers significantly picking up pace. "You're so filthy," Daniel growls, his breath hitching in his throat as you let out a long, drawled-out moan against his cock. All of the muscles in your stomach tighten as you feel your orgasm approach, and your legs begin to involuntarily shake.

Deep groans tumble from Danny's chest and his thrusts falter, he's right there with you. You clamp your eyes shut, letting hot tears drip down your face as he continues to fuck your mouth, and moaning against him as you relentlessly curl your fingers up into yourself. "Fuck, oh god, keep making those noises," Danny moans, his jaw slack and his head thrown back.

One more thrust and one more curl of your fingers are all it took for the both of you to come undone. You fall back on your heels as hot pleasure takes over, and you feel warm strings of cum shoot into the back of your throat. You pull away from Danny, drawing in deep breaths as soon as you get the chance.

After you've fully rode out your orgasm, you pull your fingers from yourself and grasp onto Daniel's hot body to stand. Once you're up, Danny grasps your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth to taste you. The throb already returns as he hums in approval around your fingers, you need him badly.

"Fuck me," you breathe, looking dead into his eyes "I need to feel you, Danny. Fuck me." A sick laugh falls from Daniel's red lips and all of a sudden you're being thrown over his shoulder and moved into the living room. He throws you down on your couch, your back hitting the arm of it and your legs sprawling out.

His eyes darken at the sight, staring intently at your heat glistening in your arousal and you catch his cock bob up & down out of the corner of your eye. He steps forward and crawls in front of you on your couch, and you find yourself holding your breath as his face gets closer to your core.

You don't know why, but you're fully expecting him to get to the point. You're hoping for him to give you what you so desperately need, but he doesn't. Instead, he hovers over you, drawing a line of kisses between your breasts down to your navel, then up to your jawline. "Daniel," what you tried to make sound as stern as possible ends up sounding like a pathetic whimper as the ache in you're core grows.

"What is it baby," he smiles against your skin as he peppers kisses to your lower belly and slides his hands up and down your thighs. You hate when you have to beg, but you seriously consider it as you don't know how much longer you can go without his touch.

"Danny, please," you moan out, bucking your hips up when his fingers ghost over your heat. You hear a faint snicker, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine "Please what? Use your words pretty."

You let out a huff and roll your eyes "Daniel I'm not going to beg fo." You gasp and cut yourself off as he attaches his lips to your clit without warning, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. "Oh my god," you stutter, your hands flying to tangle themselves in his hair.

Danny slips a finger inside you, but it's just enough to make you squirm. "Is this what you wanted? Y'know, you shouldn't mouth off," he rasps just before continuing his attack on your clit, slipping in another finger and viciously curling them inside you. "Yeah, but it- fuck. It got me somewhere d- didn't it?"

It doesn't take long until you're sent hurdling over the edge. Strings of obscenities leave your mouth as you grind against Danny's face, a wave of electricity shooting through your entire body. Before you can even fully come down from your second orgasm, Danny grabs you by the waist, throwing you into his lap and sitting up so that you're left straddling him.

Once you're able to fully see again, you throw yourself forward and shower his neck in kisses. Danny lays a slap against your ass, eliciting a yelp from your mouth "mm, you wanna be a good girl and ride me?"

You simply just hum against his neck, sucking a dark red mark behind his ear. Now you have the reigns, and you might as well have fun with it.

You move so that you're straddling just one thigh, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck as you begin to grind against his thigh. "What the fuck," Danny mumbles, a bead of arousal dripping out the tip of his angry cock as he feels your folds drag across his thigh.

Rolling your hips, you collapse into Daniel's chest, burying your head into the crook of his neck. The hand not wrapped around his broad shoulders flying to his cock. He gets over his confusion fast, instantly grasping your hips and guiding you along his thigh while you stroke him.

You can't help but laugh, your chest bouncing as your face is tucked away in Danny's hair. "Y/N?" He loosens his grip on your hips, but they continue to roll against him. The noise that escapes from your mouth makes it apparent that you're not crying, but doing the opposite.

"What's so funny? Look at me," Danny commands, grabbing your face so that your lips pucker when you look at him. "Nothing," you giggle, but it quickly turns into loud moans as the friction gets to be all too much for you.

To your surprise, Daniel wraps both arms around your body, forcing you to stop your movements. "What the hell?" You cry, mourning the orgasm that just got ripped out of your grasp. He violently pulls you into him, your forehead hitting the top of your couch and his nose brushing against the shell of your ear "Don't think you can act like a brat and then get what you want."

"I'm sorry," you whine, positioning yourself to be straddling him once again, looking at him through your lashes and acting as innocent as possible. You take his cock in your hand, which is unbelievably hard and dripping with precum.

"Let me show you how good I can be," you sit up, dragging his tip through your unbelievably wet pussy. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you line him up with your entrance, sinking in just the tip.

Your eyes instinctively fall shut, unholy noises tumbling from both of your mouths as you take him all the way in, slowly stretching out around him. You sit there for a moment, basking in the feeling of him filling you completely up.

After a few seconds pass, you lift your hips and drop them back down, feeling every inch of him. Your jaw falls open as your hips begin to move on their own, hands wandering over every inch of each other's bodies. "Oh fuck," you suck in a breath, rolling your hips and clenching around him.

"Oh don't do that," Danny growls, hands flying to your hips. Just as you go to bring your hips back down, he thrusts up into you. "Oh my god!" You wail, skin clashing together so rough you're sure you'll wake up with large bruises in the morning.

Your walls clench down even harder around him, if that was even possible. Animalistic groans bubble up from Danny's chest, his thrusts getting rougher by the second. "Fuck! Holy shit, Danny!" hot tears swell up at your waterline, the stinging of your skin crashing into each other's mixed with the feeling of his cock hitting all your sweet spots overwhelms you in the best way possible.

"I'm so," you're cut off by a moan ripping through your chest, your hips rolling on their own accord and tears falling down your cheeks. "I know baby, I know," Danny whimpers, delivering a sharp thrust into you that sends a jolt of electricity throughout your entire body.

Strings of curses and moans flow out of your mouth as fiery white pleasure takes over every one of your senses, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. "I just fuck, need you to go a little longer," Danny's hips falter as he fails to send another thrust. Despite the consequences of your orgasm still in full effect, your mind is set on making Danny cum.

Your jaw clenches and your face contorts as you squeeze around his cock. "That's it, baby, fuck me," he grabs your hips, pulling you against himself right before you feel his warm release spurt inside you.

Trying to ignore the involuntary shaking of your legs and the intense feeling of overstimulation, you continue to slowly fuck him until he comes down from his orgasm.

You slow your movements to a stop and collapse onto his chest, silently sobbing into the crook of his neck. "You okay?" He rubs your back, peppering kisses to your shoulder. "Yeah," you breathe, sitting up and wiping away tears, a smile tugging on your lips as you lean in to kiss him.

Sucking in a hiss, you slowly rise from his lap. "What happened to the girl that hates my guts?" Danny snickers, brushing hair away from your eyes. "She's probably still here somewhere," you smirk, cuddling next to him.

"Then we might just have to keep fucking until she's gone."

"Is that a challenge, Daniel?"

"Maybe."

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angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

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Smut Request for Marc…

Marc Spector doesn’t want you to leave the flat, and convinces you to stay by “special” means.

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Convincing Argument

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Oral (Fem receiving), hair pulling, fingering Marc being clingy

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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He was being unusually clingy today. He would get like this sometimes, when Steven or Jake would leave him alone in control of the body.

Normally when he got like this, he'd lay across your lap, or if you were laying on your belly scrolling through your phone, he would lay across your back, his hands clasped over his belly as he napped. Sometimes he would simply wrap himself around you like you were a beloved teddy bear.

Other times... He would simply shadow you.

You could tell poor Marc didn't like to be alone, especially not when he was left to his own devices when Steven and Jake would melt away into their headspace.

But right now, you needed to go to the store to restock the groceries, and take a trip to the bank to pull out money to cover your share of the electric. And Marc... well.

He was hanging off of you, arms wrapped around your midsection from behind, locking you in a tight embrace you couldn't escape from.

"I need to go. If you want dinner tonight, Marc Spector, you will let me go." You huff, rolling your eyes at his theatrics.

"Please, baby." He groaned, exasperated as he kissed your neck.

"You're being a drama queen. If you don't want me to go, you can come with..." You offer.

"No."

Of course. Stubborn shit.

"Marc..."

"I don't want to be around other people right now, I want to be with you." He mumbled against your neck again.

"Why don't you spend time with Steven or Jake? Shoot some trivia or something?" You sigh.

"They won't answer. They said it was an "alone" day."

You pouted, brows furrowing. "So your solution is to be a human koala bear?"

"If it gets you to stay with me, yes." He says, 100% unashamed.

"Marc..."

"C'mon, babe. Hey, how about I try to convince you?"

Your turn around and crossed your arms as he lets you free, your eyebrow quirked high in skepticism.

"Plead your case..." You say, your tone dripping with irritation.

Marc grinned and crashed his lips into yours, pinning you to the front door of your flat as he delved his tongue past your lips, running along your teeth and your tongue before parting, almost too soon for your liking.

You frown at him, a cute little scrunch in your nose as you do. "Okay that might have worked, but I'm still mad."

Marc smirked and dropped to his knees in front of you, almost making you wince at how fast he went down, cringing at how his knees must be hurting thanks to the hardwood floors.

You gasped when his hands flicked your button open and unzipped the fly to your jeans, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops and curling his fingers through the waistband of your panties, yanking both articles of clothing down your thighs, placing a wet kiss to your mound, his nose tickling the short-trimmed hairs there.

You squeaked when he moved again, a man on a mission; slipping his head between your thighs, your knees now over his shoulders, still linked together by your pants and panties that couldn't have been pulled down past your boots.

You bit back a low whine when his tongue wasted no further time in curling around your clit, rolling it around as you sucked in a shaky breath, looking down at him as he used his thumb to pull back the hood of your clit just to greedily suck the little nub into his mouth.

Carefully balancing you on his shoulders, his fingers tease your hole as his tongue and thumb pushed and pulled, coaxing out some sweet nectar from the flower that is you.

Like a greedy little hummingbird so desperately trying to drink from a flower in a garden, Marc was on his knees, tongue lashing at your cunt with determined fervor as he used the pads of his fingers to spread your slick over your labia, making sure you were nice and wet.

"Oh fuck..." You whimpered, your thighs squeezing around his head as he continued to use his thumb to roll the hood of your clit back as he rutted his nose against it, his tongue joining his fingers in an attempt to spread some wetness over your core.

Marc, once he deemed your poor, puffy cunt slick enough, slipped his thick fingers inside, quickly rolling, scissoring and curling them in a way that was bringing your orgasm on fast, pressing up into your walls in tune with every stroke of his tongue on your sensitive little nub.

"Oh my gh--Marc!" You mewl loudly, your fingers shooting down to grip at his hair and tug, earning a deep and heavy groan from him, sending vibrations straight through to your clit.

He curled and thrust his fingers deeper, more feverishly as he felt your walls flutter and tighten around his fingers.

When he pushed up from inside, it added extra stimulation to your clit from within, and you simply couldn't take the sinfully fast coaxing Marc was doing to you. It was as if he knew your body better than even you did.

When you cum, you tug his hair again as you soak his mouth and chin, head thumping back against the door as you cry out his name in ecstasy.

He gave you a few teasing licks, each flick of his tongue sending bolts of lightning spreading through your body as he disentangled from you, carefully putting you back on your feet as he wiped his face clean, a nice, smug grin on his face as he looked up at you.

"Convincing enough?" He purred.

You tugged him to his feet by his hair, and hissed.

"You. Me. Bed. Now."

Ah, well, you could always order out for dinner and go to the bank tomorrow...

#🌙 answered #moon knight #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 days

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AITA for pretending to be sick in order to skip school even though I'm making my parents worried?

(I'm submitting this on a Monday. fuck Mondays btw.)

I (15M) am the only child of both of my parents (42F, 44M) and even though I love them and they love me, I feel like they don't really get me. since I was like 12 or so I started getting bullied by my classmates bc, essentially, I have "childish" interests (I like Adventure Time and video-games. my classmates need to realize we're technically still kids, but nooo they're not teenagers they're "Young Adults" and "Too Cool" to like anything remotely childish) and whenever I've tried to tell my parents that I'm experiencing bullying, they somehow end up thinking that I just don't want to go to school bc I'm lazy. I know being a parent is probably not easy but. what the fuck.

from my own experience I've noticed male and female bullies use different methods - guys hit me and use brute force against me while girls say hurtful things to me. one of the guys who bullies me, let's call him DH which stands for Dickhead (15M), is also extremely popular for some reason. he's very tall, very strong and he always uses that against me (I'm almost as tall as DH but I'm just lanky). he bullies anyone who is "beneath him" lol everybody bow down to the king of the fucking world.

today DH was making a scene at recess bc his girlfriend (15F) was wearing a skirt that was too short according to him. he was so mad at her that people were starting to form a circle around them. since DH is so popular people really respect his gf but they clearly respect him more bc today no one tried to help her. I don't respect DH, because he's a dickhead, so I stepped in and said something like "c'mon man what the hell, there's no need to humiliate your girlfriend like this, leave her alone". DH was pissed. he heatedly said that just because no girl will ever want to date me, that doesn't give me the right to tell other guys how to handle their relationships and their girlfriends. he got rlly mad and clearly he wanted to hit me so I ran like hell and proceeded to hide from him for the rest of recess. I felt like a little bitch tbh. DH always makes me feel like a little bitch.

before classes started again his gf found me and talked to me for like 5 minutes. she said I don't know DH like she does and that he's actually a really good boyfriend (HA, sure) and that I would be more liked and popular if I wanted to be, but it's "not normal" that I watch Adventure Time at 15. she also told me that DH intends to beat the shit out of me tomorrow. he said he'll "kill me" and ngl he has the physical strength to do so. this made me shit my fucking pants so today as soon as I got home I decided to pretend I was sick since I can be pretty good at acting. I told my parents I had a headache, I started fake-coughing, I said I felt really tired. I even managed to look pale on purpose by thinking of how fucking scared I was of DH and what he might do to me, and I raised the temperature of the thermometer by rubbing it against the fabric of my sweatshirt.

apparently I was so convincing that my parents agreed to let me skip class tomorrow and they even said I can skip it for the rest of the week if I don't improve (tbh I think I won't "improve" if you know what I mean) and I could see they were worried. this is the reason why I feel like an asshole. at the end of the day I'm making my parents worried, I'm lying about my health and I feel kinda guilty. but I'm too scared, and if I tell them the truth they'll just tell me to "man up" or they'll think once again that I'm just too lazy to want to attend school.

anyway. Adventure Time rocks 🤘🏻

#aita #am i the asshole

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aotprncss · 7 days

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SAY AAH - TOJI FUSHIGURO

A/N: Is it bad that I LIVE for asshole Toji? I like his attitude like ughhhohmmygod

CONTENT WARNING! swearing, degradation. yns a little dumb, small bit of manipulation, cheating, small mention of alcohol/drugs

641 pm Long Beach CA -

''I'm tired of your shit, I'm fucking done Im leaving." you muffled, wiping the tears falling your face onto your shirt showing your smudged brown foundation. a pink duffle bag was held tight in your arms, and you were just throwing anything into it. handfuls of panties, socks, and whatever clothes you saw folded or hanging in front of you. you two just got back from toji taking you shopping, per usual. while you two are out you ran into one of his 'past' hoes.

532 pm Towne Center Ca - "Is that my baby daddy?" the strange blonde woman cackled, walking over to your man for a hug. "Fushiiii I miss you" she slurs, clearly of some kind of drug or alcohol. "It's been 2 weeks since you were inside me" the trick smiled, leaning up to whisper in his ear. but you could hear her loud and clear. "okay!" you dropped your shopping bags and stormed out of the mall. the amount of people there you chose to not draw any attention to yourself.

fushiguro looked at you and laughed. "and you're going where? With what car?" he wasn't wrong, but why would you want to admit that? The year you started college you lost shit loads of money before meeting toji. he kept a roof over your head, clothes on your back, and money in your pocket, what're you supposed to do without him? "uber! or the bus, or I can ask one of my girls to take me I don't know ... I just need to get the fuck away from you." you grabbed your phone, pushing your soon-to-be ex's shoulder before slamming the door on your way out. 819 pm Long Beach CA - here you were, at a 4-star hotel alone. the floor was piled up with clothes and tissues. you huffed, scrolling through your for you page. the videos toyed with your emotions, each one relating to the situation you're going through. your head jolted up, hearing a slight knock at the door. It was probably DoorDash with the food you previously ordered since hotel food was not within your budget. "coming" you wiped your face from the dried-up tears and kicked over the day clothes you wore. "are you fucking stupid yn?" you looked up swallowing your spit. your stomach started turning inside out at the sight of him. his dark green eyes, his thick black hair, his full lips; why does he have to be such an asshole?

he pushed the door open, moving you out of the way. you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowed. "how did you know I was here?" the tall man turned his back to you, eyeing the nightstand and opening the drawer out of curiosity. "tracked you" he answered nonchalantly. "what? toji who do you think you are? you have zero fucking right to stalk me-" you were cut off by the tall man laughing in your face, "zero right?" he teased "I'm the one paying for that phone you have. I can do whatever the fuck I want yn, you're the one who depends on me." he huffed before sitting on the edge of the bed, manspreading as he toyed with the drawstring of his dark sweatpants.

"matter a fact, cmere. since you wanna tell me what I can and can't do" he grabbed a hold of your arm, pulling you close to him. the eye contact was strong, at least his was. he placed down on the floor gesturing you to get on your knees. you followed, of course you did. why are you doing this to yourself? maybe you were overreacting, maybe he was going through something. toji can be a good man, well when he wants to be. "you not gon talk much when you got dick in your mouth" toji laid back, putting the weight on the palms of his hands resting on the bed. you could see the bulge in his pants, making you gasp. you always forgot how big … thick … long he was. you placed your hands at the hem of his pants, pulling his fully erected dick out. the precum coating his tip and part of his shaft, you bit your lip at the sight. "yawnn, hurry up" fushiguro rolled his head back in annoyance. his hands gripped the back of your neck, forcing your full lips onto his lap. big, it was so big, too big even. your tongue danced around his tip, as your lips coated his shaft. hands, your hands are what you need. but he hated that. toji enjoyed seeing you struggle to take his dick. how helpless you look fitting something far too big into your mouth. "that's right, get it wet. You wanna make me come don't you?" tojis' hand grazed the back of your head, curls running through his fingertips. he groaned at the view in front of him, bucking his up forcing his dick farther into your mouth. "yeaaa … tell me what to do again" he laughed.

your eyes rolled back as your freshly done nails dug themselves into his thighs. his tip hit the back of your throat, profusely with force. you shut your eyes tight, a tear rolling down your face as you can feel your mouth being stretched. at this point, you were soaked. he was always rough with you, but never to a point like this. you felt your clit beating, the wetness spreading to make a mess between your thighs. "f … fuck yn, I'm gon nut. Is that okay with you, since you wanna be in charge of me n … shit" he groaned, slowing down the pace of your head. before you could moan a response, you felt his warm liquid release into your mouth. "shittt" toji bit his bottom lip, pulling out. he smiled, eyeing the string of cum and spit mixture from his tip to your glossened, puffy lips. "lemme see you swallow it" he cooed, grabbing your chin between his index and thumb fingers. you separated your lips, showing your empty wet mouth. "you so fuckin nasty girl, fuck" his thumb grazed your bottom lip as you tilted your head up, his dark eyes meeting yours. "turn around, I want you to keep talking shit with this dick in your stomach."

#toji smut #x black reader #fem reader #x black fem reader #black fanfic writer #black reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x you #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #jjk x reader #jjk smut

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lab1rynth · 10 months

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YAN!LUST

Yan!Lust who you met around a decade after you got sent to hell, there was 7 rings which had been ruled by the 7 sins, one for each ring. Depending on the sin you had most committed, you had been banished to that ring.

Yan!Lust who you first see in a large bar he had owned, strippers and horny people flooded the floors, yet the large king had been left alone, no one dare step within 10 feet of him. Calling him large was a understatement. He was 11 feet tall, probably taller, his large platforms making him even taller. His head was replaced with a charred ghost skull with gold highlights, a fur scarf wrapped around where his neck would have been. He had two sets of arms, which were uncovered as he was wearing a white virgin killer and black pants, which shone bright against his pitch black skin that had matched the color of the skull.

Yan!Lust who you were honestly quite scared of at first, you knew his status and his power, and you weren't willing to catch his eye. Though as you drank more and more, and started to match the careless energy around you, you decided to walk up to him and flirt with him, leaning against his chair with a drunken smirk.

Yan!Lust who looked down at you, bringing one of his hands up to his chest as he gasped, he was also quite drunk and had been shocked someone walked up to him, "What are you doing, Little Sinner?" He asked, his voice quite deep as he spoke. The mouth of the skull moving as he spoke. You explained to him, "Hell, I'm drunk and dead and at the moment I don't give a shit about what happens to me. So you want to show me why you're the embodiment of lust?"

Yan!Lust who that night, after much flirting between you and him, had led you to one of the rooms where costumers would do as they pleased with the strippers, he locked the door before you both started what you both would be doing for the rest of the night. He had stamina, and wasn't exactly vanilla, though you had expected that. He's literally Lust, you'd be quite stupid if you expected anything less.

Yan!Lust who you stuck around, he wanted to keep it at a one night stand but you decided against it. You thought you had some sort of say in it, as if he didn't have sex with multiple sins a day and was a lot more powerful than you. He was the first sin, the origin of sin, he was quite a bit more powerful, as there's no sin without lust, bloodlust, lust for money, lust for sex, lust for power, it goes on.

Yan!Lust who figures you aren't leaving anytime soon, you quickly walk next to him and talk on and on as he slightly walks and looks forward. It happened a lot, you continuing to go on about random things as he ignored you, or at least you thought he did. That was until one day you asked a question, and he responded with a thing you had told him a few weeks ago. To say you were surprised he listened (let alone remembered), would be an understatement.

Yan!Lust who started talking to you a lot more after around 3 months, which if you were alive would be around 3 hours. Lust had told you how hell worked, it was made to torture all of the inhabitants that came from earth, those who were born in hell had been tortured, yet less than earth-borns, and those who ruled, as he did, performed this torture as much as possible.

Yan!Lust who lets you basically do whatever you want, you sit on his lap as he sits on his throne, when he's telling someone off your next to him roasting the shit out of the person. You drink, talk, fuck and party as much as you please. Well, you would've done the same before, but at least now you can do it knowing you aren't going to get murdered or something.

Yan!Lust who actually started to be quite laid back, yet clingy. He started talking more and joining in on some of your shenanigans, he had also taught you how to poll dance and how to use Aerial Silk! He was always at least two feet away from you, touching you, and had you in his sights.

Yan!Lust who, after one eventful night, you found missing from beside you on his bed. His door was locked and you had no tools to open the lock. So, you had decided just to look around, looking through his wardrobe, and through his drawers; going through a drawer in his bedside table and finding a strange collection of stuff of yours, nothing you gave to him, but small shit you'd lost. You let out a small laugh, closing the drawer before jumping onto the bed and turning on the TV.

Yan!Lust busted into the room a few hours later, dramatically sighing as he fell back next to you onto the bed, "Sorry Mouse, there was something happening with Lucifer and I couldn't have you come with me," He hummed, playing with your hair as you climbed onto his chest, burying your face between his breasts as he brought a hand up to play with your hair.

Yan!Lust who after a few minutes, you looked up at with a small smile, "So when do you plan on giving my shit back?" You asked, leaning your head onto your hand, "Maybe if you beg enough," He laughed out, making you pout. He brought up a hand and poked at your lip, stopping you from pouting, "I dont think you need them back anyway, since you're living with me now," You had let out a gasp and rolled off of him, "Since when?" - "Since you literally stopped going to your old house and sleeping in my bed," oh, yeah.

Yan!Lust who starts locking you in his room more often, cooking for you,getting you stuff, and moving you around like a little doll. Treating you like you belong to him. He barely lets you outside anymore. Though at this point you dont really care, you're being spoilt by a demonic king for the rest of eternity! Why would you care?

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graycomfort · 6 months

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Simon Henriksson x gn reader - Leende - Part 1

Synopsis: You just started learning Swedish.

Masterlist (coming soon) Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever finished fanfiction. It includes two cheesy tropes, but since it's my first one and there aren't many fics for him I didn't care. If there are any mistakes in the Swedish parts, please tell me and I will fix them!

They/Them is used like three times, the rest of it refers to you as you. Hope you enjoy! : ]

Word Count: 1.8 k

"God morgon, uhhh miss?" [Good morning]

Simon raised his hooded head slightly from his pillow at the sound of broken Swedish coming from the front door. It was followed by his mother's subtle laughter.

"Åh! God morgon! Komma in, tack!" [Oh! Good morning! come in, please!] There was a slight pause before he heard the door close as if the person standing in the hall hesitated. Perhaps processing what was said to them.

Was his mother having guests? That's weird since she always told him when she plans to have guests. Mainly so he gets his shit together beforehand, so he doesn't make her look bad, he thought. Simon also couldn't remember any of her friends being from overseas, at least that's what Simon assumed from the accent. Could be a new friend of hers, which doesn't make him happy.

New people usually meant being forced by his mother to at least introduce himself to the said new person and being shown off by her to them. Simon didn't see anything worth showing off about himself, but he guessed that she just wanted to make herself look better. As in "Oh look, I raised a boy, aren't I so cool and hard-working?"

He didn't feel like doing all of that at the moment. Actually, he doesn't want to do it at all, ever. Simon buried his head back into the pillow, smushing his face down to it. Praying that it was in fact not a new friend of hers but some tourist getting lost or something. He didn't really care who, just leave him alone.

"Simon! Kom hit, snälla!" [Simon! Come here, please!]

Skit… Simon dragged his legs over the edge of his bed and groaned out a loud "Jag kommer!" [I'm coming!] Without getting up from his bed, he leaned down to grab his pants. Which he lazily discarded onto the floor before he got into his bed. After quickly putting his pants on, he lifted the blanket at the foot of his bed to find his socks. After finally being fully clothed, he fixed his hair a bit by skimming his hand through it and finally left his room.

As he met his mother in the corridor, he was surprised at who stood beside her. Simon subconsciously fixed the hem of his hoodie as his closest friend, y/n, stood before him. "Åh, Hej, I didn't expect you." His eyes were fixed on you, not even paying attention to his mother who just made her leave. "I know, I should have texted you, to warn you I would be coming but I wanted to surprise you. I brought snacks and drinks!" You said with a joyous tone. The bag you had with you was now in your hand as you shook it. This confirmed your words as the sounds of snacks hitting each other filled the hallway they stood in. "No, no! Don't worry about it. I was just surprised, I thought I heard Swedish and I remembered you said you don't know Swedish."

"Well, Yeah I don't quite do yet… but after living here for quite a bit, I thought I might as well learn it. I also thought it would be pretty cool if we knew each other's languages." You said proudly while straightening your back. "Since you already know mine, it's my turn to learn yours." You pointed accordingly to yourself and Simon as you spoke.

Simon's face felt warm at the thought that you thought about him while making that decision. "Yeah. Yeah, that would be cool" He smiled warmly at you. "Well c'mon, we still got Spyro to finish" He let you go first. "I thought we finished that one already!" You whined and went the way his room was. He decided to take a jab at you. "We would have already finished, if you didn't die so much" You quickly turned around "I don't- I don't die that much!" "Ja, det gör du." [Yes, you do.] "Nej, det gör jag… inte!" [ No, I do… not!]

In his room, Simon made his way to his PlayStation 2 to turn it on. As the console buzzed, he leaned down to grab one of the few boxes of PS2 games lying scattered in front of the TV. He looked for the one that had Spyro in it. Because it's definitely not the box that it was designed to be kept in. In the meantime, Y/n looked around, even though you have been in his sorry excuse of a room many times before. "En säng, en fönster, en TV" "ETT fönster" He corrected you without stopping his previous task. "shit. That's embarrassing." "Nah, don't worry. You just started learning, you're bound to make mistakes." You raised your eyebrow and stared at his turned back. "You will still make fun of me." "I will still make fun of you, yes" He nodded as he spoke. "fan" Simon snorted at the attempt of swearing.

He finally found the disk he was looking for and popped it into the console. He grabbed both of the controllers and passed your favorite one to you. The one you always fought for if he gave you the wrong one. While the game loaded, you grabbed your bag from the bed and dumped all the snacks and drinks in front of them. Simon immediately went for an energy drink. As soon as he cracked it open, he took a big swing of it. Scrunching his face at the carbonated drink. "Thank fuck, I needed that." "Knew you would like that one, eboy." You teased. "Oh shut, I have not slept much today… And I need to stay awake while waiting for you to finish your segments" He shrugged and took another sip. At that comment, you playfully pulled the hood of his hoodie.

Simon caught himself, trying not to let any drop of his energy drink spill onto the floorboards. "I was drinking! That was foul!" "Oops" Y/n said with a happy tone.

He was about to get back on you but the game already loaded. You cut him off before he could do anything. "C'mon, you said you will be the one waiting for me. So far it's the other way around." You said as you spammed the X button. He scoffed and joined you. He will just die in the game out of spite later.

After many tries to defeat the ending boss, they finally finished the game. Wrappers of what used to be snacks now lay empty in front of them. So did a plate they ate a frozen pizza from, that Simon's mother made for them. Which you thanked her for in her mother tongue. His mother seemed to like you, which Simon was pleased about. Hearing you speak Swedish made his mom so happy, Simon wondered why.

After screaming for about two hours, which you will definitely apologize to his mother for. And eating tons of their favorite snacks, you were exhausted. Resting your head against his bed was enough to make you pass out. Simon stood up only for a moment, to turn his ps2 off and switch to the cable. But as he turned back around he realised you were already asleep.

He knew he wasn't the strongest, so he debated on picking you up and putting you in a more comfortable position. He didn't want to risk dropping you, yet he didn't want you to wake up with a sore neck. He took all of the stuff from his bed, which isn't much, and placed it around you. Lifting your head slightly to put a pillow under it. After he was satisfied with his creation, he left the room.

Coming into the kitchen, he spotted his mother sitting at the table standing next to the window. "De verkar sova, ska jag väcka dem eller får de stanna över natten?" [They seem to be sleeping, should I wake them up or can they stay overnight?] Simon's mother smiled "Självklart kan de det, men var inte för högljudda!" [of course, they can, just don't be too loud!] Simon sent her a deadpan yet slightly glaring look. "Vi är int-" [We are no-] He paused and sighed. He knew it was pointless to argue, knowing full well she was just taking the piss out of him.

Before leaving, he took a quick peek into the fridge and grabbed the last energy drink left. Now he was ready to come back to his room. Seeing what her son took from the fridge, she quiped in. "Du borde också sova" [You should also sleep] "Ja, mama" [Yes, mama] He said without even turning back to her.

He opened the can before entering his room, to not disturb the sleeping you. Speaking of you. As he entered his room, you seemed to have made yourself comfortable. Taking a way more comfortable position. He just stood there, watching. You never slept at his place. For you to just pass out like that, you must trust him a lot. Looking back on today, he realized how content he felt. The way he could just let go when you were around. He felt happy.

That didn't last long, his mind began to spiral. He felt slight regret that he had shown his emotions, he usually hides the positive ones deep inside. But with you, it's just hard to do so. You just make him want to live, make him want to smile. The toothy grin that made him feel terrible every time he looked in a mirror. The crinkles near his eyes that the outside world doesn't get to see that often, and if they do it's usually because of anger. He has anger issues, what if he lashes out at you for no reason whatsoever? Would a person like you prefer if he was a happy guy? Or would you not like him anymore if he showed emotions?

Every thought suddenly stopped. His eyes no longer stared into the void, as he looked down to see your hand weakly pulling his pant leg. He stared at you again. But this time instead of overthinking, he spoke to himself quietly. 'You're right, y/n'. He gently removed your hand and moved to the now-empty bed. He placed the can that he held, on the floor. He didn't care about a pillow or blankets, he knew he would do anything to assure your safety and comfort.

He laid with his head next to your sitting position, so he didn't kick you while he was asleep. Simon grabbed a strand of your hair with his left hand and started playing with it. His eyes now closing shut, ready to pass out any second.

"God natt, y/n. Jag tycker om dig" [Good night, y/n. I like you (romantically)]

#simon henriksson x reader #cry of fear x reader #cry of fear #simon henriksson #fanfiction

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #7

if you want to stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.

you really believe your little story's gonna make a difference when there's a gun to our heads?

it was dreadful of me to even suggest it.

one day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away.

i thought somebody stole it.

so it's always just about sex, then?

welcome to new york!

you really are something.

i'm ready to be done with this.

oh, i'd like that.

and i thought i performed the perfect murder.

we're not together.

we made history today.

how does a man get shot from the front and have the body land here?

we've been over this before.

the whole country is watching you. they just don't know it.

be careful with that thing.

there are only bad options. it's about finding the best one.

i'm starving.

here. buy yourself a personality.

i'm gonna leave this coat in the car.

i took this meeting out of respect, because i wanted to say no to your face.

what is it about me that you find so irresistable?

it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days.

you won't be alone.

i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole.

i really have to stop buying into this bullshit hollywood cliche of true love.

remind me never to play poker in this town.

no one will think less of you.

you know what i discovered?

you can walk away.

my ears pop in an elevator.

let me clear your head up for you. i had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.

in your condition, i should call the police.

i knew you could do it!

why do i get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?

you have a boat?

if we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.

maybe i'll give it to you.

this is what i do. i get people out. and i've never left anyone behind.

you know i love you, don't you?

you got a gun on you?

i'm trying to explain something that is not explainable.

you've been checking up on me.

i really don't have any choice.

i would like you to bullshit me.

could you do me a favor?

you are trespassing. get down from the sign.

this is the best bad idea we have.

what, you guys going out now?

sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is.

whatever i hear, i won't believe.

would you order me something while you're there?

why in the shit would we do that?

i saved myself.

i wouldn't qualify for that.

i don't remember having a good time.

don't fucking shoot anybody.

i'm just doing my job.

this is your last warning.

are you trying to make me mad?

why are you telling me this?

then why the hell did you agree to do it?

do you want to live here?

you've got a good ear for music.

what an unpleasant surprise.

i hope you were watching carefully.

no, we're just friends. we're messing around a little bit.

brace yourself. it's like talking to those two old fucks on the muppets.

i've been poor my whole life.

how's someone supposed to make a living here?

how the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?

how are you doing today?

i'm not here to pry into your personal life.

how keen of you to notice.

who's the target audience?

i'm tired of the way they look at me.

now if we get separated, i'll know where to meet up.

i like this side of you.

you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here.

i'm not gonna kill you. not like this.

we did suicide missions in the army that had better odds than this.

you want me to be honest with you?

i didn't know, but i'm always glad to hear that.

you'll fit right in.

give me your pants!

i forgot to add the iced tea.

why don't they ever make a movie about what happens after they kiss?

where did you find that? i've been looking all over for it.

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perfidious-prophet · 5 months

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The fucking things they dont tell you when you fucking start Testosterone.

Yeah, everybody knows about the deeper voice and the dreaded asshair, but these were my unfunny little surprises after 3 months on T. Reminder that shit will always vary from person to person because we're not all clones of each other, whatever.

1. Bottom growth fucking hurts. Sometimes I don't want to wear pants. I knew it would happen, didn't know it'd be so uncomfortable. And it starts fast. Like first dose fast.

2. The irritability goes fucking CRAZY it's like I'm constantly PMSing. I get why dudes punch walls. Oh my god. I know how to keep my anger wraps, but holy shit.

3. On the topic of PMSing. I had temporary worsening of menstrual cramps. Jesus fuck. I was having pain before menstruation started for days, and sometimes just randomly. I hope it doesn't flare up, but it seems to be calming down now. I think my body is freaking out over weird hormone levels.

4. Vocal fatigue. Talking hurts. I expected voice cracks, obviously, but why the fuck does this shit hurt? I don't even want to talk that much anymore. My voice just gives out. It's still deepening, so a win is a win, I guess.

5. Apathy, emptiness, anhedonia, and numbness. My motivation has tanked. I don't fucking care anymore. I just want people to leave me alone so I can take a nap. I already had mental issues before starting T, and I don't think T gave this to me, but it's definitely changed how I feel my mental illnesses. I have to like relearn how to cope and shit. I don't recommend starting hormones if you're an emotionally unstable dumbass like myself. This is literally second puberty, mood swings and teen angst included. I am a volatile, angry little man.

6. Anxiety. Like I said, teen angst. My panic attacks now include intense nausea, which is New and Uncool. Dunno why that happened. But I'm just nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. I consistently feel like I've forgotten to do homework. I am not even in school anymore. Rad!

7. Psychosis? I had my first intense psychotic break at 14. It lasted 6 months, give or take. I've had shorter episodes on and off since then. My symptoms are stress based. The emotional strain is, naturally, pushing me towards the edge again. I am sure I will explode brilliantly and violently within the weeks to come.

8. Male loneliness is real dudes. Have friends.

9. It's harder to mask. I've been periodically going mute again. I'd never really stopped, but it's more frequent now.

Anyway that's my rant I think.

I'm not telling you not to do hormones. I'm not your dad. But it's not fucking easy. Anyway I have no intention of stopping. I am thuggin that shit out. I had a really really tough time during first puberty, and I suspect I'm going to have issues the second time around.

I am happy with the changes I am experiencing physically. I still feel confident and sure of my identity as a trans man. I am just not very happy about losing control over my mental state again. We'll see how it goes. If I'm lucky, I'll get medicated. I can't afford a therapist right now.

Good luck out there, whoever you are.

#testosterone #hrt #ftm #ftm hrt #gaht #gender affirming care #transgender #lgbtq #trans man #trans masculine #rant post #medical transition #hormones #hormone therapy #genderqueer #borderline personality disorder #schizophreniform

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thelov3lybookworm · 2 months

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Undercover (part 2)

Part 1

Summary: She just wants him to leave her alone.

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A/n: im sooooo sorry for the amount of time you had to wait for this part, but i promise ill try to write faster 😉

(again, its been almost one and a half years since i read the books, so theres a possibility i write something thats not canon. so if you see it, no you dont 😉)

anyways, enjoy!

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Shoving her clothes into her bag was not the best idea, considering it was only increasing the amount of work she'd have to do later on.

But it sure made her feel better, and who was going to stop her?

Dropping the lumpy backpack to the ground, Y/n stalked back over to the small cupboard she had been given, and ripped out the leggings, pants, shirts and anything within reach of Y/n's slender fingers.

A knock on the door drew Y/n's attention, and she scowled at the unmoving thing.

"What?" Y/n snapped, pushing her clothes into the poor bag.

Y/n was sure that were the bag a living being, it would have cursed Y/n to hell and back for the torture she put it through.

She was also sure living in hell would have been a better option than going on a mission with Kenji, that too as a last resort.

No one answered back to her angry inquiry.

Reigning in her groan of frustration, Y/n stomped to the door and nearly ripped it off its hinges as she opened it.

There stood Kenji, with his signature asshole smile on his ugly little face.

"Are you deaf?" Y/n hissed.

He had the audacity to blink at her, raising his eyebrows, like she was being unreasonable.

She probably was, but who cared about that?

"I think I should be the one to ask you that."

"What do you want?" Y/n sneered.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe, his shit eating grin unwavering. "Just wanted to make sure you hadn't died of happiness that you were going to be working with me-"

The door slammed in his face before he could let more bullshit spew from his disgusting lips.

Y/n could hear his soft laugh through the wooden door, and she cursed Castle for the slow renovations.

Most of the Omega point had been upgraded, given metal and good quality doors through which sound was hard to pass unless people spoke through a microphone. But Y/n, as her luck would have it, had been assigned a small quarter in the part of Omega point that would be last to get upgrades.

It also did not pass Y/n's notice that the part Kenji lived in was the first to be renovated.

"Don't get too excited Y/n!" He yelled through the door, and Y/n whipped around, glaring holes into the worn wood.

"The only thing I'm excited about right now it killing myself."

"Nice one Y/n." Kenji laughed, loud and free.

Y/n said nothing, her anger dissipating at what she'd just revealed to him. Hoping that he would leave, she defeatedly walked back over to her backpack and dumped all its contents on her bed, settling down to fold them all neatly.

A moment of silence passed, and there were no sounds other than the soft rustle of the clothes on Y/n's lap.

Though a moment was all she got.

"You're joking, right?" Kenji called out.

Y/n ignored him.

"Y/n?"

"Go away Kishimoto."

Maybe he could hear the defeat in her voice, maybe it was the way she did not really scream, but he began knocking on the door frantically.

"Hey! Y/n!"

When Y/n did not acknowledge him, he suddenly began pounding on her door. "Y/n. Open up."

"Fuck off."

"Tell me it was a joke and I'll fuck right off."

"Leave me alone."

"Say it Y/n. Say that you-"

"I am not going to hang myself Kishimoto." Y/n yelled, frustrated, before mumbling to herself. "At least not today."

"Fine. I will leave, but remember, this conversation is far from over."

"If you don't leave right now, more than this conversation will be over."

A pause.

"And what's that?"

"Your life."

He laughed, and it slowly faded away like he was leaving, just as a small smile faded onto Y/n's face.

Asshole.

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General Taglist: @cassie6392 @harrystylesfan2686 @eve175

Kenji Kishimoto Taglist: @kennedy-brooke @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter

#kenji kishimoto #kenji x reader #shatter me #tahereh mafi #ignite me #shatter me x reader #shatter me headcanons #kenji kishimoto x reader

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punishereditz · 1 year

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I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him

Pairing: Natasha Trace x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Smut with very little plot. Mentions of a toxic relationship. Cheating (don't do it). Breast play. Nipple play. Fingering. Thigh riding. Finger sucking. Dirty talk. Praise kink.

AN: If you've read any stories by me, then you know I include music in 95% of my stories. So, you know I had to write a story with this song and Phoenix.

Summary: When Natasha learns that your boyfriend didn't show up, leaving you alone. She decides to take the matter into her own hands.

You sat there alone at a table in the corner of the ballroom that echoed with music, laughter and conversations that people carried on. The huge room was so alive, expect for you in your little corner. Which, you were glad that it was in the back, away from everyone so no one would see how you were embarrassed and furious.

Your Navy boyfriend was supposed to meet you here, at one of his events, might you add, hours ago and he is nowhere in sight. And to make it all better, he is ignoring all of your text and calls.

For the first hour, you tried to wait it out, hoping he was just running late, something happened with his car. Anything. The second hour you were getting annoyed and trying to contact him. But on the third hour, now when the event is almost over, your beyond furious and the more you sit there and think about your boyfriend, the madder you got. You try to not think about what he could possibly be doing to have missed an event like this, leaving you high and dry.

But that thought weighs on you, and you swear you're going to break the Marti glass, you're gripping it so tightly. You called for an uber about 15 minutes ago, and you thought you might as well drink while you wait for it. And you thought that no one could notice you, but Phoenix did. When she walked away from the dance flow, she saw you sitting there with your head down. She could tell that something was really bothering you.

So, she straightened her dress whites out and made her way over to you. Standing over the table. She looked down at you, "May I ask why you have been sitting alone here all night?" She speaks up. Your attention going up to her.

"I was waiting for my boyfriend." You answer honestly. You considered lying, but you didn't see the point in it, truthfully.

"Well, how long have you been waiting?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she rest her hand on the seat next to you.

"Three hours." You put on a smile.

"Damn." She shakes her head. "May I?" She gestures to the seat. You nod and she sits in the seat by you.

Her eyes examine your body. Your hair is in perfect curls that hit right at your chin. The black off-the-shoulder dress you wear hugs your curves perfectly, the slit in the dress showing off your legs, and the very low neckline showing off your breast that all but shines in the chandelier light.

Who the fuck would leave a woman like you alone all night? She thought to herself. And as she was looking at that little black dress of yours, you were looking at her uniform. The way her dress whites somehow made her look so much more confident and intimating than she already is. The way her hips looked in those pants and the outline of her breast in the suit jacket. The dixie cup somehow making her cheekbones and jawline look even sharper than they already are.

"Do you have a ride home?" Her question snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Um, yes ma'am. I called an uber about 20 minutes ago. It should be here anytime now."

She crosses her legs. Trying to get some friction from the wetness that is growing. Hearing you say 'yes ma'am' doing something to her.

You didn't think anything about it when you said it. Your use to saying it, saying it around your family, and around those who serve. You have always made sure to show respect to others.

"Come on. I'm not letting you pay for that overpriced shit." She stands up. Holding her hand out to you. Waiting for you to take her hand. But you only stare up at her confused.

"No, no, I can't. I already called for the-" You try to explain, but she won't hear you out.

"Get up." She demands. You gulp, taking a deep breath, staring up at her. But finally, you take her hand. Standing up. You follow her out of the ballroom that slowly starts to die down, and out to her car, where she opens the door for you.

As she pulls out of the parking lot of the building, making her way to your apartment. She fights the urge to rest her hand on your thigh. But she can't resist the questions that she wants to ask you. To express her mind.

"Dick move of your boyfriend, uh? Leaving you all alone like that." She speaks. Her words catching you off guard. Your surprised she went out and said it. Yes, you're thinking it, but you didn't expect her to go out and say it.

"Yes, you could say that. I'm used to it by now though." Your strangely comfortable around her. You feel secure in her presence. The words just flow from you when you're with her. Things you normally wouldn't say with others, you say with her.

"You shouldn't have to be used to it." She scoffs. It really bothers her. Your situation. She's afraid that if she saw your boyfriend right now, she would not be responsible for what she might say or do to him.

"You deserve better than him." She pauses for a moment. Her grip on the steering wheel tightening. "A guy like that would be stupid to treat a beautiful woman like you that way." She didn't mean for words to be so flirtatious, but they were. And now you're the one who is crossing your legs to get some friction. Heat creeping up to your cheeks.

Phoenix comes to a stop. Parked in front of the building you live at. Only being a quick 10-minute drive. She turns to you, and you keep your head down. Avoiding her stare. She looks you up and down. Slowly analyzing your body language. Your chest is rising and falling, your breath heavy. Your cheeks red, your hands fidgeting, and your legs squeezed together tightly. Without thinking, her imperious confidence takes over, and she rest her hand on your knee. Leaning closer to you. She watches you squirm.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him." Her voice is rasp as she whispers the sinful words in your ear. Your breath hitches and you turn your head so that you are face to face with her. Your lips hovering over hers. The butterflies in your stomach and the heat in-between your legs growing.

You know right now you should pull away. Pull away before you take it too far. Before it is too late to take it back. But fuck, her hand keeps inching up your thigh and she looks so good in that uniform. You want her so badly, but you know it is wrong and that has you question everything.

Earlier when you said that this wasn't the first time he hasn't showed up, it was not a lie. Your relationship with him has been toxic. You have been questioning your relationship with him for a while now. You've been unhappy, and the two of you are always getting into fights, and right now, Natasha isn't helping the situation because as her hand gently squeezes your thigh, you strongly consider officially breaking it off with your boyfriend. She would be a better boyfriend than him.

Fuck it. You close the very short distance between the two of you. Kissing her. Your hands going to the side of her face. Pulling her impossible closer. Her tongue teases your bottom lip and before she does anything else or let you do anything; she pulls away from you. Getting out of the car, she races over to your side. Opening your door. You jump out. Taking her hand and leading her up to your apartment.

When you get to your door, you can't get it unlocked fast enough. But when you get the door open and both get in your apartment, she closes it behind her. Pining you down to the door. Your hands pined above your head with her strong grip. Her free hand going to your breast and lightly squeezing them while kissing you. Her tongue teasing yours.

She pulls away. Her mouth going to your bare shoulder. Kissing along your skin. Biting at your neck and when she gets up to your jawline, and sucks right under your ear at your weak spot, you moan. Slightly arching your back off of the door. Your breast pressing against hers.

When she moves away from your neck and looks down at body, she is annoyed at how covered you are. But she quickly changes that. She moves the hand that was pining you down. Going to your back, quickly finding the zipper, she pulls it down. Her hands going to the sleeves, pushing them down. As she pulls your dress down, you kiss her again, not being able to get enough of her lips. Your hands go to her hat. Taking it off and tossing it to the side. Then your hands make quick work to take her jacket off and start unbuttoning her shirt, but she stops you. Having other plans in mind.

"Let's finish this in the bedroom baby." She pants and without hesitation, you guide her to your bedroom. And when you enter the room, she quickly takes charge. "Sit at the edge of the bed." You do as she says.

She stands in front of you. Looking down at you, her lips grow into a grin. She holds your chin. Tilting your head up a little more. She takes her thumb, rubbing your bottom lip with it. "Look at you..." She looks from your lips, down to your figure. "Being such a good girl for me." Her words make you weak.

She lets go of your chin. Her hands going to her shirt. Finishing unbuttoning the shirt agonizingly slow. When she gets it off, she slowly unzips her pants. Putting a show on for you. When you try to touch her, she stops you. Leaning you back on the bed. She starts to leave kisses down your neck. Sure to turn into marks later. She continues to work her way down. Kissing all along your chest. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. She lightly bites at it, then sucks on it. Her hand rubbing and pitching the other one in time with her tongue.

She moves her mouth to your other breast. Giving it the same amount of attention as the other. Sucking, biting, and licking at it. Making you moan and pant. Arching your back. Leaning into her mouth. Your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips bucking against her hips.

"I'm going to make you feel so good." She mumbles against your skin. Kissing down your stomach. She gets down on her knees in front of you. You lean up on your elbows, so you can see her. Looking down at her as she removes your heels. Kissing your ankles. She kisses up your legs, and when she gets to your thighs, you try to squeeze them shut, but she pries them open. "Lift." You do so, lifting your hips for her and she slides your underwear down.

Her hands going to your thighs to keep your legs spread wide for her. She wastes absolutely no time and dives into your pussy as if she was Olympic swimmer. She licks up your folds. Savoring the taste of you, moaning against you as if she just ate the most delicious meal she has ever had. She teases your entrance with her tongue. Flicking it against you.

Her lips wrapping around your clit. Sucking on it. You gasp. Your hand going to the back of her head. Gripping her hair. You buck your hips into her face. Her hand coming up and holding you still. With her other hand. She takes her two middle fingers. Rubbing circles on your entrance before she slides them. Curling them up. She pulls them out, then curls them back in. Fucking you with her fingers. Teasing your g-spot.

"Oh, Natasha!" You moan out her name when she matches the speed of her mouth on your clit with the speed of fingers. Your stomach tightens. Your walls clenching around her fingers. Your so close. "I'm, uh, I'm not going... going to last much longer." You spoke through moans. Trying to buck your hips, her grip was tight on you. Holding you still.

"Go ahead and come for me baby." The vibrations of her words against your swollen clit sends you over the edge. The push you needed for your climax to release all over her fingers and mouth. Her movements start to slow down. Riding you off of your high. When your body starts to relax, and your breathing starts to slow a little. She leans over you.

"Open your mouth." You part your lips for her. She pushes her cum coated fingers into your mouth and you gladly take them. Swirling your tongue around them. You moan against her fingers. Sucking it all off. She pulls them out.

You move back on the bed. Your hands going up to her bra, you unhook it. Throwing it over your shoulder. Your hands move down her body until you are sliding your fingers in the band of her underwear. Looking up at her as you take them off. You lean back on the headboard. Pulling her onto your lap, resting her wet core against your thigh. You massage and play with her breast, gently kissing her nipple. You take it into your mouth. Lightly sucking it. You swear, if she would let you, you would do this for hours. You are obsessed with her boobs and how they fit so perfectly in your hands.

When you start sucking her other nipple, you moan against her, your thigh tensing under her, and when it does. Her hand flies up to headboard for support. Cursing and moaning. You lean up. Looking at her closed eyes.

"You like that sweetheart?" You do it again. Watching her arch her back and moan your name. "Does my thigh feel good?" Now you were the one in control and you loved it. Seeing this strong, confident woman moan and lose it over you.

You place your fingers under her chin, tilting it up. Making her look up at you. "Go ahead love. Ride my thigh. Make yourself feel good." She grinds down on your thigh. Starting to move her hips back and forth and you watch her boobs bounce in your face. If you could, you would take a picture of her just like this. She looks perfect as she gets off on your thigh, moaning your name, your hands massaging her breast. You honestly believe that this is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

Right now, you regret nothing. And if your being honest, your glad. Your happy you're doing this, because right now, watching her ride your thigh, you've never been happier. You haven't been this happy or been able to feel this good when you were with your boyfriend. All it took was Phoenix. She gave you more tonight, in these few hours than he has given you in your whole relationship. You just suck her tits, enjoying the show. Her moans become louder and her thrust getting faster.

"That's it. Make a mess all over me. Be a good girl and make a mess and come all over my thigh." You slide your hand between your thigh and her cunt. Rubbing harsh, fast circles on her clit. Sending her over the edge as she shouts your name. Gripping your shoulders. She comes all over your thigh, and you can't help but smile. Her thrusts starting to slow down as you let her ride her high off.

She comes to a stop. Leaning down and kissing you. When you pull away. You take your finger, scooping up some of the cum on your leg and sucking it off of your finger and she watches you. She stands up, taking your hand, helping you stand. She kisses you deeply. Leading you to the bathroom where the two of you shower off. And she stays with you all night.

#Spotify #monica barbaro #phoenix smut #natasha trace #natasha trace smut #natasha phoenix trace #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun smut #top gun imagine #top gun fandom #top gun fic #top gun one shot #top gun maverick imagine #dagger squad

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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Sis.. now you know I’m going to need your very elaborate thoughts on Jungkook concept photos 👀🫨🫢😳😱🤯🫠💃🏻🕳️⚰️

Look, if you need me to do something you can't be sending me gifs of Jimin raising his eyebrows at me. It's distracting as hell.

Okay so first things first: the word coincidence needs to be BANNED from Jikookers' mouths. Like completely deleted. Obliterated 1300% It needs to not exist anymore. No seriously, how long are we gonna keep using the word 'coincidence' and Jikook in one sentence before we all collectively decide to agree they do this shit on purpose?

"You are me I am you" can only go so far. That's for them having the same moles in the same places, them being born in Busan. Things like that, that are out of their control. Not things like this!

We know, like even if you're an anti you know JK has studied FACE. @jigokuhana and I were just talking about this, JK has everything about FACE memorised. He is prolly a bigger fan than all of us combined. And don't forget he saw everything before we did. So he knows what he's doing. Knows that we will catch similarities btwn FACE and SEVEN. Armys have noticed many things that Jikook (n members) tried to hide from us and I know over the years they have to have seen us noticing some of these things. So how will we fail to notice something that's right infront of our faces? And he knows this. Of course he knew we would notice.

So first we've all seen these floating about

Those alone are already like, crazy 😏 But then let's talk about the thorns/spikes/shards.

I mean, what are the chances??? 😳

When u support Jikook, u discover that they are actually really sappy/corny motherfuckers so you inevitably start to get corny yourself sometimes too. This is what my friends (one of them being @lovelysmyleyes) had to say about this. I'll just copy paste them, coz I absolutely agree.

The spikes being directly on Jimin's body feel like it was a more direct hit. JK wearing the spikes on the jacket is more of a defensive maybe? Like a by-product. Almost like He was acting as a shield.

The 'shots' weren't directed at him so even if they hit him they would not have pierced the skin. Whereas it was directed at JM and meant to go deep.

It is understandable, The first thing you want to do is protect your partner the best you can.

Or it can represent keeping others away from them. Roses have thorns on them to keep people/living life forms away, after all.

They got kinda deep y'all. Which brings me to the part that blew my mind;

Mud from LC

Mud on JK's trouser;

The pants. I think he is hinting that he helped pull Jimin out of the mud...or at least he was down in the mud with him when he was at his lowest. He was there supporting. Someone catch me cuz I am once again falling into that delulu train headfirst 😭😭😭

He he hee... thats so fucking deep y'all. But seeing as there's no other explanation for why JK would have "dirty" trousers (yet) i'mma go with this assumption for now. #feels 🥺🥺🥺

Like, its not even that far fetched though. When Jimin was going through what he went through JK saw it all first hand. Isn't that why we assumed he kept skipping LC in the beginning? Coz it reminded him of that time and it prolly wasn't pretty. He didn't like to remember Jimin in that bad place.

I for one believe JK was there for Jimin every step of the way. Jimin said members were there for him, I'm sure his family was too and most importantly, so was JK.

Thats why he wrote letter. He said it was his turn to be grateful. His turn to give back.

I know it's obvious

So that it's not taken lightly

Let me tell you this properly

Baby, don't leave, just stay with me, yeah

To you who saw me greater than my little self

So that I can only deliver as much as I received

I can't y'all... help 😭😭😭

Okay but this tweet tickled me 🤭🤭

I know some Jikookers work very hard in trying not to be delulu (not me. I jump in head first, always. Ha haa) and I applaud that. I do. But these are way, way too many similarities. Even the most clear headed Jikooker has got to find this sus.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months

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Where The Heart Is

A/N ::: I don't have the words to express how fucking down bad I am for Katsuki in the last episode of MHA that I watched. He was wearing a navy blue wife beater, black pants that sat just above where his ankles were and some kind of black loafer? Idk shit about fancy men's shoes. And trust that they wouldn't be on him long if he were in the same space as me.

C/W ::: (F!reader) Y/n is caught in villain fight, Kats can't find her and sets forth to do so, Soft Katsuki, Lovey Katsuki, dare I say romantic? No, I shan't. You decide. Oral {M->F}, Unprotected P->V, lovey dovey kissy kissy. Leave me alone. I love him and his fucking ankles.

Song Inspo ::: Gods & Monsters // Lana Del Rey

"When you talk, it's like a movie

And you're making me crazy

'Cause life imitates art

If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?

You tell me, "Life isn't that hard"

ProHero!Kats hitting the streets looking for you after one of the worst fights with the villains in years. Buildings are demolished. People - bodies - are strewn about in the streets. From street lights. On cars. There is no sign of you anywhere.

He knows you're out here somewhere. You were going to the store to buy a bottle of champagne to properly celebrate the two of you moving in together. But still, he can't see you.

Katsuki's heart begins to race. He's starting to panic. The villains could have taken you, or worse, you could be hurt and unable to call for help. He's running through the streets, dodging debris, and looking everywhere for any sign of you.

Finally, he spots your favorite hoodie, crumpled up in a corner. He picks it up and instantly smells your perfume. You're out here, and he's going to find you. He can't stop now.

Katsuki calls out your name, hoping that you'll hear him and respond. He's walking faster now, and he can hear his heart beating in his ears. He's running, looking everywhere, tripping over the rubble because his eyes are glued to his surroundings, not what's underfoot.

He can't give up. He won't give up. You have to be out here somewhere, and he's going to find you.

There's a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He whips around and sees you, standing in the middle of the street. You’re covered in dust, there are pieces of god knows what in your hair. Katsuki lets out a cry of relief and sprints toward you, scooping you up in his arms and holding you tightly to his chest.

"Katsuki, what's wrong? Why are you out here?" you ask, confused. "Did something happen?"

He sits you down and cups your face in his hands, searching your person for any signs of injury. "You're okay. You're okay." He lets out a shaky breath and presses his forehead against yours. "God, I was … worried about you."

"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay? What happened?"

Katsuki explains what happened, and you realize how lucky you were to have made it through the chaos unscathed. You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, grateful that he found you. Grateful he, too, was unharmed.

"I'm okay, Katsuki," you reassure him. "I'm right here. I'm safe."

He looks down at you, his eyes full of concern. "Promise me you won't leave me again."

"I promise," you reply. "I'm yours, forever."

Katsuki cradles your face in his hands and kisses you softly. "You are my hero, y/n. Don't ... don't ever forget that."

He picks you up and carries you home, sitting you down on the porch of your new little home. Brushing your hair aside, he kisses you.

Hard. Heavy. Desperately. He unlocks the door and his lips don't leave yours the whole way to the bedroom. "I - I gotta … feel you, y/n. Needa feel you ... please ... I ... I ..."

"Shhhhh, it's okay, Katsuki. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here." You wrap your arms around him and hold him close, his face pressed against your neck as he takes deep, ragged breaths. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Katsuki lets out a deep sigh and pulls back, gazing into your eyes. "I was so scared that ..."

You lift his navy blue wife beater over his shoulders and head and sit it down on the chair. Kissing his neck you move your lips down to his abdomen and you start to undo his black pants. "I love you." You pull your face back long enough to remind him that you’re still ok.

Katsuki lets you undress him, his body shaking slightly as he lets out another deep breath. He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around you, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Please ... I need you, y/n. Please."

You finish undressing him and climb into the bed, pulling him on top of you. He looks down at you, his eyes full of love and desire, and you feel your heart flutter. He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

Katsuki sits back and looks down at you, his eyes roaming your body as he reaches down and caresses your thighs. He trails his fingers up your sides, making you shiver. He leans forward and kisses your neck, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want you, y/n. I need you. Please, lemme have you."

You let out a soft moan as Katsuki kisses you, his lips traveling down your body, his hands massaging your breasts. He moves his mouth down to your navel, his tongue dipping into your belly button, making you arch your back.

Katsuki pulls away and looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so beautiful. Wanna taste you." He slides down further and presses his mouth against your core, his tongue flicking against your clit. You let out a soft gasp as he slides his fingers inside of you, curling them and stroking you gently.

He fucks you with his hand, his fingers moving faster, his tongue swirling around your clit. You grab the back of his head and press it against you, your hips bucking against his mouth as you cry out his name.

He pulls away and crawls back up your body, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you moan into his mouth. Katsuki reaches down and guides himself into you, letting out a low groan as he enters you. He begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle, his breath hot against your neck.

"Katsuki, I ... I love you ..."

"I love ... ah, fuck ... you ... so fucking much." He thrusts harder, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you gasp and moan. He pulls you on top of him, and you straddle him, his hands on your hips as you ride him.

Katsuki lets out a groan as you grind against him, his cock sliding in and out of you. He reaches down and strokes your clit, making you cry out as you come hard, your body trembling.

He flips you onto your back and fucks you hard, his thrusts quick and deep. He lets out a low growl as he comes, his cock pulsing inside of you.

You lie in each other's arms, your bodies covered in a light blanket of sweat, your breathing heavy. Katsuki kisses your forehead and smiles down at you, his eyes filled with love and relief. "I'm glad you're safe, y/n."

"I'll always be with you, Kats," you whisper. "I promise."

He pulls you closer and kisses you softly, his hands stroking your hair. "You're all I want."

You rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat singing to you. You close your eyes and let out a contented sigh. You're home.

Not the building around you. But in his arms.

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prettypei · 9 months

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“IS THIS OUR LAST GOODBYE?”

plot: goodbyes with suguru; angst!

reader: gn! Reader

warnings: big spoilers for teen years! suguru and shibuya arc, reader is an orphan in this, mentions of blood and violence

(a/n): he’s such a well written character

GETO SUGURU hears a knocking on his door. One fast, two slow. "Come in, (name)." You open the door slowly as you step in his room. "Hey! How was the mission with gojo?" You flop on his bed. You had just returned from overseas and were excited to see your boyfriend. However, something about him seems a little off. "It was...fine." He doesn't look at you, as he's still staring at his hands. He's changed into a white shirt and baggy pants, and his hair's still dripping from the shower he took earlier. "Your tone indicates it doesn't sound fine." You turn your head too look at him. "What's wrong?" He doesn't answer, as he's still staring at the floor. "Suguru?" You're genuinely concerned about him now, your eyes practically begging an answer from him. Suguru had changed. You noticed the dark eyebags and weary posture and the way he looked so...helpless.

"(name)." "Hmm?" "Did you ever think about why you became a jujustu sorcerer?"You ponder for a minute, thinking about his words. "Well...I wanted to help everyone. I...my parents suffered when I was still young, and I never want to see anyone go through what I went through when I was young." There was a pause. "I see." "Hey." You scooted closer to him, putting your had on his lap. "I don't know what happened but...I'm gonna be here for you, okay? You don't have to tell me now or ever, but... you know. I'm still your lover." The slightest flicker of emotion flies over Geto's face as he smiles, making your heart start beating again. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Uh-wait a second." You were fumbling with your wallet, searching for your credit card, until you remembered that you left it in your room. "Shit." You think, offering an apologetic smile to the cashier who wore an unamused face. "I-I am so sorry I forgot to-" "I'll pay." A taller gentleman stepped in front of you, thrusting a couple of dollars to the cashier. "Keep the change, by the way." You breathe a sigh of relief as you leave with your items. "Thank you so mu..." Your voice trails off as you get a good look at his face.

Suguru.

"Hello, (name)." He smiles a genuine smile at you while you were frozen in your spot. "Wh-wha-what-" "Why am I here? I'm buying stuff for my adopted daughters!" What...what was he doing here? You still remembered the day when Yaga broke the news to you, as you were too shocked to comprehend the news. Suguru? Killing people? It was too absurd to believe, so you went with your best coping mechanism: burying yourself in your work so you would forget about it eventually. But now, just when you were getting over him, he appears? "Well, that's not completely true." He offers you a bashful chuckle. "I came here to see you! I heard from Satoru you were here shopping, so I decided to come visit you, and recruit you!" "Recruit?" You were genuinely confused now. "What do you mean, Geto?" "Awwww no first name basis, babe? Alright, alright. What I'm saying is..." His tone takes on a more serious one.

"Join me."

"JOIN YOU?" You gave him an incredulous look. "You killed all those innocent people! I-I was so heartbroken when I_" "You don't get it!" He snaps. "AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE! You fled, Geto. You fled and left me, all alone." Your voice is breaking now, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. His eyes soften slightly. "Oh, (name), that's why I'll never leave you again if you join me. You can still be my (name). Us! Together with my family!" "Y-You killed your own family, Geto." You choke on your own words, angry at how unbothered he is with the situation. "You-You're sick!" "Don't say that," He smiles at you once again. "My family consists of more of them now. So, whaddya say, angel?" He chuckles. "You still look the same after all these months."

"N-no."

His face falters at those words. "No?"

"No, Geto, I won't. Too many are suffering now, and-and I'll save them, I have to, it's my duty." You feel yourself clenching your fists. "I-I can't do it."

"I see." His face darkens. "That's how it is." He turns his back.

"Is this goodbye...again?" You whisper. You were so close, so close to your Suguru once again, but you had to let him go.

"Yeah." He pauses for a second, thinking about what he should say to you.

"I love you. I've always loved you. And I will continue doing so, (name)." He pauses, expecting you to say it back. "next time we meet, I won't be your lover. I will be your enemy."

"Yeah." You whisper. "Me too, Suguru."

“well, well.” You turn yourself to face the man whom you loved so many years ago, but this… was not geto suguru. He was being possessed. “If it isn’t the famous (name). I’ve heard about you, but your abilities are weak. The only thing that’s keeping you here is because of your long years of training overseas. You won’t be an obstacle.”

“You sure about that?” You grin as you brandish your katana. “If I go down, I’m gonna go down beating your ass, kenjaku.”

“Are you sure I’m not your darling suguru?” Kenjaku smirks. “You know, he’s still trying to reach out to you. I can still hear his thoughts in my brain. That dumb fuck still thinks he can contact you with telepathy.” He scoffs. “Weak.”

Your body stiffens as you hear his words. Suguru… He grins at the sight of this. “Oh my. I have hitten a sore spot, haven’t I?” You snarl in reply, charging towards him with your weapon in hand, determined to kill your dead lover.

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devine-star · 2 years

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Here’s the Billy request ya filthy animal! Billy Hargrove x Male reader in which it’s after school and yall are project partners so ofc you have to go over to Billy’s (he makes the minimal effort) but he’s home alone and the front door is unlocked so when you go in and over to his bedroom door you stop yourself because it sounds like he has a girl in there (moans and shit) but he moans out for you and it takes you a second to regain somewhat composure and then your lightly pushing the door open to find himself a panting, half naked mess…but the smirk plastered on his face when your shocked at the sight only has him set in his ways (i know he fucks you on your back so he can see you cry around his dick) YALL OFC FUCK-

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Warning: Slight bullying, pillow fucking, Dacryphilia, use of the F slur (I am gay myself so I feel comfortable using it,), no prep,

"Hargrove, you'll be with L/n," Billy lets out a groan as he leans back in his seat "You're putting me with the fag?" Y/n rolls his eyes looking over at him.

"You think I'm happy about it Hargrove?" Truth be told, both of them were happy about it but didn't want to show the other.

"Enough you two," The teacher silences them as she begins listing off other people who have been grouped together.

Leaving the class in a rush, you tried to lose Billy in the crowded halls but failed as he gripped your shoulder "What?" Billy didn't respond.

He simply shoved the sleeve of your jacket up, rather roughly, before scribbling his address onto your arm. "Everyone will be out tonight, so it'll be quiet," He winks with a smirk before walking away.

The rest of the day went by in a blur as you tried to focus but you couldn't. You couldn't even enjoy your lunch because you could feel Billy's eyes on you the ENTIRE time.

Climbing the stairs to Billy's home you knock.

There was no answer, turning to look towards the drive way you could see Billy's car there. Why didn't he answer?

You tried the doorhandle and it was unlocked, so you let yourself inside. Kicking your shoes off along with your jacket before slowly going down the hall.

Glancing at the open doors, you could tell each one wasn't Billy's. Passing by a shut door, you stop.

From inside you could hear moaning and the sound of a bed creaking. Rolling your eyes turning to leave thinking 'He really blew me off to fuck some girl?'

"Y/n! Fuck!"

That stopped you in your tracks as blood rushed below your belt.

Did he really just moan YOUR name?

Moving back down the hall to his room, you couldn't stop yourself from creaking the door open a bit.

The sight raised your dick faster than anything you've ever seen.

Billy Hargrove, fucking a folded over pillow. His back muscles flexing with every thrust. The way his legs flexed and the way his head was thrown back as he let out loud moans of your name.

Billy honestly didn't know you were there. He thought he'd have more time to let his frustrations out before you got there. So when he hears the door creak a bit, his heart skips a beat knowing it was you.

Who else would it be? His family wouldn't be spying on him as he handled himself like this.

He wanted to stop but he just couldn't. Knowing you were watching was spurring him on to fuck the pillow harder; moaning and grunting as he spoke dirty.

Taking a breath, you pushed the door fully open. Billy looked over his shoulder but didn't stop the movement of his hips.

"You wish this was you don't you?" Billy grunted as his eyes racked your body from top to bottom; not missing the way you palmed yourself through your jeans.

Standing now, Billy tossed the pillow to the side moving quickly over to you. For a moment, you thought he was going to kick you out or deck you in the face but you were wrong.

Billy pulled you close to press his lips against your neck. Biting and sucking as his hands reached around to slide your jacket and backpack off your shoulders.

Your head began to spin.

Holy fuck, Billy Hargrove is attached to your neck with his dick pressing against your waist.

"It's a little unfair that I'm the only one naked...Don't you think baby boy?" You nod quickly as you moan loudly as he bites your neck roughly.

"Let's change that,"

You allowed Billy to strip your shirt over your head. "Shit L/n, you're..." He eyed your body making you slightly self concious.

"So fucking hot," He finished with a chuckle before dipping his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth as his hands busy themselves with your belt.

"Oh f-fuck!" You whine as your hand disapears into Billy's hair.

"Ah, so he does speak," Billy chuckled finally pulling your pants down long with your boxers.

He then pulled you along to his bed, pushing you down until he hovered over you; his necklace dangling from his neck.

"Fuck...I'm going to ruin you," You whimper nodding your head frantically but Billy doesn't touch you.

"I may be a dickhead but I'm not gonna do anything if you don't want it. I need a verbal 'yes'." He was staring straight into your eyes as his hand hovered over your painfully hard cock.

"G-God yes!" You cried pushing your hips up towards his hand.

"Good boy," He mumbles leaning down to finally kiss you. His lips were soft and tastes slightly of cherry chapstick.

One of Billy's hands was holding himself up and the other fisted your cock quickly.

You moaned loudly, Billy taking his time to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You could taste the soda that he has on his bedside on his tongue along with something bitter. The mixture of tastes and how silkly his tongue felt against yours had you rutting your hips into his fist.

"Desperate?" He chuckled placing a quickl peck to your lips as you roll your eyes "Fuck you Hargrove,"

"That's what I'm going to do," He mumbled releasing your cock.

"Need prep baby?" The smirk that was on his face drove you insane. You did need prep but you also didn't want to wait any longer.

Billy grew impaitent as you thought, slapping your thigh roughly bringing you back to real time with a yelp "Yes or no,"

"N-No!" You bit your lip as you watched him lift your legs over his shoulder after grabbing a condom and some lube.

Leaning your head back, you waited. Hearing Billy's grunts as he stroked himself after sliding the condom on and lubing himself up, genersouly.

A sharp gasp slid past your lips and your face scrunches up in both pain and pleasure; you should've asked for prep.

Billy slowly pushed in, inch by inch until his hips were pressed against your ass; groaning lowly.

"Fuck you're so...tight," Watching your face closely Billy gave a little test thrust.

"F-Fuck-" You groaned gripping the sheets.

"You okay?" The genuine concern in Billy's voice was odd to hear. You nod slowly looking up at him as you panted "Y-Yeah, move slow,"

Billy didn't have plans to take things slow but if it meant not hurting you, he would.

Slowly pulling out until he was tip in before pushing back in just as slow while leaning down so he could press his lips against yours again; to distract from the pain.

Slow kisses and slow thrusts. This was a lot more intiment than Billy intended but damn did he love it.

It allowed his feelings to fester and show their face. He truly did love you, having found you attractive since the day he laid eyes on you.

Moaning softly Billy hid his face in your neck leaving sloppy kisses "Fuck L/n!" You whined back in response wrapping your arms around his back to claw at his back.

"Faster.." Billy groaned at your moan, snapping his hips against your a bit faster to test the waters.

"Ah!" You yell arching your back so your chest was now pressed to Billy's.

Panting Billy couldn't hold back anymore; placing a small kiss to your lips before he seemed to lose all control.

"B-Billy!" He groaned loudly.

"I'm right here doll," he smirks roughly biting and sucking dark marks into your neck as his hips snapped against your own.

The pain and pleasure mixture was almost too much for you. So many feelings were brewing inside of you. Love, pain, hate.

You loved Billy.

It was painful but in a good way.

Also hated how much you loved this. You were supposed to be enemies with Billy Hargrove not let him fuck your brains out!

Billy notices your frame begin to shake under him, lifting his head to see the tears stream down your face as your shamlessly moan his name.

“Fuck...” That was hot. That was REALLY hot. Billy never thought he’d be the kind to find someone crying over his dick hot but god damn did it not make his dick twitch.

“Crying over my cock huh?” He chuckled watching you nod frantically.

“S-So good Sir!” You let out a pleasure sob as that name seemed to drive Billy crazy.

“Say that again,” Billy panted moving away from your neck to hold your waist in his hands so he can thrust wildly into you.

Reaching back to grip the headboard you stuttered out “S-Sir! You feel so-HNG!- so good!”

Tears dripped freely from your eyes as you reach down to grip your cock, swiftly tugging to help aid you to your orgasm.

Billy watches on as he bites his lip, trying so hard not to let the desperate sounds out; he didn’t want you to know how desperate for you he was.

“G-Gettin off to this L/n?” You nod.

The sinful sight was pushing Billy closer to his orgasm. He was finally fucking the man he loved, had him crying over how hard he was fucking him.

“Gonna c-Oh fuck-Cum baby, you close?” Billy stutters trying and failing to keep his desperation at bay.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, thoughts have long lost your mind. The only thing going through your brain right now was how good Billy felt so deep inside you; practically splitting you open.

Lifting your back off of the mattress you gasp loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body shakes under Billy’s.

“Fuckin’ shit...” Billy grunts watching as you come across your own fist and chest. His own hips stuttering as he quickly leans down to smash his lips against your own; suddenly feeling vunerable as he came.

Billy slams his hips into you a few more times before he finally still; kissing you slowly as he brushes his hand against your face to wipe away a few stray tears.

Laying his head on your shoulder, Billy listened to your pounding heart and your lungs taking in air.

You both knew you wouldn’t be working on the project that night.

Spending time cuddling and talking about your feelings before agreeing to go on a date as boyfriend and boyfriend.

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