#I’m too lazy to care atm

[pochaccomikey]

I have many thoughts. Specifically:

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#literal dumbasses #I’m so excited for all the malum parts #also hq San Francisco #Sighh #that moment is golden #also forgive where the gif fucked up #god #I’m too lazy to care atm #maybe I’ll fix it #squirtle and togepi #calum hood #cth #michael clifford #mgc #5sos #malum #lashton #luke hemmings #lrh #ashton irwin #afi

[arminsumi]

I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS

G. Satoru — さとる ⋅ fem reader

🔞 mdni / mdnr / smut / n.sfw / 18+ content

NOTE: i took a 3 am thirst draft and made it a fucking fic wtf 🥴 i'm so dizzy over this one idk why i usually don't drool for my own smut but god damn this one is special to me. ik i post a lot about gojo atm and it's because i love him no apologies 👍

SUMMARY — making a cheeky comment leads to a long, steamy session in the bedroom with your husband, who's got a point to prove.

WARNINGS — nasty smut 🤤, rough sex, namecalling/nicknames (b*tch, good girl, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart), he's kinda mean, hubby gojo, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, messy/sweaty sex, daddy kink, p*ssy kiss (1), long session (3h), overstim, dirty talk (teasing, sweet, mean), incl. aftercare, lmk if i have missed smth thank u

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.3k

PLAYME — daddy

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

Your husband didn’t like that cheeky comment you made about his stamina and how fast he cums. He thought you were being pretty hypocritical, considering the fact that you cum sometimes solely because of lazy clit thumbing and shallow strokes.

“ Baby, careful what you say to me. “ he smiled at you in the kitchen, serenely washing the dishes after dinner. “ You know damn well that I could go for hours straight with no breaks. The only reason I don’t do that is because you’re too weak to handle it. ” he boasted confidently.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. That scepticism pissed him off so much that he stopped cleaning the dishes and violently threw the towel down. Your giggles rung sweetly in his ear while he scooped you off your feet and tossed you over his broad shoulder, strong build carrying you to the bedroom like he was on a mission.

He threw you down on the bed with the same force that he threw the towel down with, his hands quickly finding his phone and setting a stopwatch.

You were already giggling apologies, but he wasn’t listening. He tossed his phone onto the bed and dented the mattress with his weight as he climbed on top of you, feverish kisses nearly knocking the wind out of you.

“ I’m sorryh – mmf – ‘toruh – didn’t meanh ih – I’m sorryyy. ”

“ Save your sorries and spread your legs. Gonna have to be a little rough with you, angel. But you like that, huh ? Yeah ? Like it when daddy’s rough ? Mhm, I know. Probably like it when I’m pissed off like this, too.

You smiled. “ Yeahhh, I love it. ”

He smirked. “ Dirty girl. ”

Folding you in half and sinking his cock inside you, it felt like he was your enemy for a second with how he beat up your gummy walls with his mean cock; you were giggling and squirming about his playful roughness in the beginning, but now? You’re screaming, going dumb and limp. It makes him chuckle.

“ Fuck, baby, just look at you. ” he cooed, “ . . . just cumming over and over on this dick like a dumb bitch. I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, didn’t I ? Uh-huh. I fucking told you so. Keep it together, it’s only been twenty minutes. Haha . . . and you were the one talking shit about my stamina ? Come on, apologize to me. Good girl. Tell daddy how sorry you are – haha, you cummin’? Yeah, ‘can feel your pussy fuckin’ pulsing ‘round me – fuck that’s good. You like it when I’m mean, don’t you ? ”

“ Y-yesss ! Love it love it s'much Sa—to—ruuuh ! ” you panted frantically, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.

“ So cute and dumb. ” he cooed tenderly, as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts and breaking the bed.

“ Feel that, sweetheart ? Feel me sweating ? I know you like it when I’m this close, ‘like it when you can feel the sweat drip off my abs ‘n rub against your tummy ? Yeah, I know. Damn dirty bitch. Nah-uh, eyes on me. ‘S only been an hour don’t zone out on me. ”

Really, the concept of time flew out of your head when you were laying there taking him.

You’re shaking, gummy walls and sweet spots being beat up by your husband’s mean, yummy cock. The pressure inside you builds and builds until it snaps, and you scream his name in such a high pitch that it almost makes his ears ring. He laughs a little, watching as you writhe, trapped under his beefy body. He relishes in the feeling of your pussy pulsing as you cum, it brings him close, too. Before you know it, he’s pumping his cream deep inside, pounding into you like he’s trying to ruin your pussy and reshape it to fit only his cock.

“ Fuckin’ takin’ it so well, angel. Now ‘gimme another round. Get on your tummy – there we go, aw your legs are numb ? I don’t care. It’s only been an hour. You can hold on longer than that, can’t you ? ”

From the back, he fucks you so sensually and deeply that the two of you sweat sweat sweat it up. He insistently bundles up with you under the covers to make it extra toasty. The smell of sex is hot and pungent in your lungs, and inhaling yours and his arousal and scent of cum drives him crazy. Bodies wet and slippery, he’s made a sloppy mess of you before but not quite like this; his cheeks dampen, his hair sticks to his forehead; there’s little rivulets of sweat running down the center line of his abs, following along his v-line. There’s an ache in your thighs, you’re getting overstimulated but it’s so good. And listening to his ragged, heavy breathing behind you just brings on another orgasm.

“ Fuck, baby, ‘wish you could see yourself from this angle. ” he groans erotically, brows finally knitting together tightly as he loses composure and succumbs to his own sensitivity. “ Oh, angel, just cum. Don’t hold it in – cum cum cum yeahhh there we go – that’s my fucking girl. Cumming so pretty on this dick. You’re so fucking beautiful, ‘m gonna cum too. Sh-shit look at all that frothing up, feel that ? ‘so gooey and nasty. Hahhh-ahah I’m cumin’ – cumminggg ~ ”

You can practically hear the hearts in his voice when he cums, vocals straining and rasping against the nape of your neck. He lets out this one last primal sound before pumping you full of another load of thick creamy cum. You can feel him pulsing and twitching. He presses his weight onto your back a little too much, you can feel the tones of his sweaty torso and how wet and hot his body is.

“ Haha . . . fuck . . . ” he runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at the pretty mess on his dick. “ Baby, you did so good for me. You okay ? Did I go too hard ? ” he asks tenderly, nuzzling the back of your neck, just listening to your shaky breaths as you come down from your high.

“ I can’t feel my legs. ” you swallow, dazed smile on your face. “ So good . . . ”

“ Aw, sorry, angel. I’ve got you, come here. Ooh – where’s my – phone – let’s see how long you endured me for. ”

“ Felt like . . . forever . . . ”

He chuckled under his breath at that and leaned off the bed, reaching for his phone that had fallen right off the edge when he was making the bed violently shake earlier.

“ Ooh ! Baby, we’ve got a new record. Three hours. ”

“ Oh my god, no wonder I can barely fucking move . . . you’re a menace. ”

He smiles cheekily, “ Wanna make it four ? ”

“ Are you crazy ?! ”

“ Yes, of course. Don’t you love me for it ? ” he coos in a sultry voice, coming to press a loving kiss to your damp cheek.

You feel his weight lift off the bed, you tiredly peek at where he’s going and – of course, like the sweet husband he is, he’s getting you a towel. You can hear his exhausted huffs of breath. There’s cream running down your slit, some smeared across your pussy and frothed up.

He comes back into the room, smiling admiringly at your sleepy body. You’re sinking into the pillows, too tired to think.

“ ‘toru . . . ”

“ Angel ? ” he hums in response, slowly starting to clean you up from the thighs up. You feel his big hands massaging the numbness out of your legs.

“ I love you. ”

He smirks and presses a kiss to your pussy from the back, making you giggle. “ Love you too, my girl. No one makes me feel better than you do. Come here. Haha, are your legs still numb ? Should I massage them more ? M'kay, sweet girl. ”

The silence is sweet and long. He's massaging your body, feeling over you like you're his little masterpiece, his little angel.

Then he breaks the silence.

“ Told you so. ” he smiles victoriously.

You groan. “ Shut up. I was just teasing when I said you had shit stamina ! ”

“ I know, but I still hated that you said it and felt the need to prove a point. ”

You snuggle into his chest, making his heart flutter like he's a boy with a crush again.

“ Yeah yeah, point proven. ”

“ Aaand what's the point ? Tell me, I wanna hear it. ” he teases.

“ You can go on for hours. ”

He smiles to himself. “ Damn right I can. Glad my good girl learned her lesson. ”

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[gayandfairycore]

Do you see right through me?

A/n: I am back! Restarting my streak of posting a fic every few months, XO kitty is my new obsession atm and I have seen no fanfics about the loml, so here’s an unrequested kitty x femreader! This doesn’t really follow everything in the show, but nevertheless I’m happy with it! As always all chaste aged up side note I am curious of your thoughts on the show? I’m sad people disliked the show as much as they did, I actually thought it was pretty alright? cringey at moments, but isn’t that all Netflix’s shows…

Summary: falling in love with kitty covey when she comes to K.I.S.S and your fellow students surprised by your care for the girl. When kitty hears Minho talk about how untouchable you were to anyone. She begins to hope that you feel for her what she feels for you.

Warnings: bullying, panic attacks, mentions of slurs but no actual use of slurs, (not so) unrequited love, homophobia, internalised homophobia, purposely getting someone drunk, daes a smidge homophobic in this fic, this fic is also not proof read because I’m lazy 😌

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You knew she was with dae, hell you knew since the moment she met you, rambling excited about her true love, and The fact that she had flown half way around the globe for a boy.

It felt blaringly obvious that if she were to do that there was no way that she would be into women. Plus you’d never. Ever. Want to steal someone’s partner That was just wrong.

So you would watch from afar, hold on to any touches the girl would give you, and you would force yourself to feel happiness for the girl. Force down any feelings of bitterness when she would stare at dae with love in her eyes.

Kitty song-covey was just so magnetic. It was like she vibrated on a whole different plane of existence. No matter how hard you tried You couldn’t stop half of your heart from breaking whenever she told you the details about her quest to get back dae.

You felt anger burn in you, boil your blood at the audacity of the boy lucky enough to hold her heart. To cheat on her it made you feel sick.

She deserved better, you hoped that maybe better would be you… from the moment you saw her she caught your heart. The illusive y/n l/n.

If she were to ask any student at KISS she would find out the rumours of your name. You were the girl who was smoking hot and yet had never had a boyfriend, despite many boys asking you out in grandiose ways.

You were, too many, The untouchable girl.

And for a girl with such a reputation It felt embarrassing how quickly you began to feel things for her. Non platonic things.

you felt a sense of duty when you saw her slip in those cupcakes. you moved without a second thought the click of your heels on the polished floors as you bent to her level.

“Are you okay?” You’d ask the girl

No reply left her lips, with orange frosting sticky and coated to her dress, tears shone in her eyes. As she looked up at you, with a tearful gaze, her eyes glazed over in embarrassment as she searched her surroundings. Staring down the lens of a phone camera she started to think maybe coming to Korea was a mistake.

The girl begun to replay every unfortunate incident over, and over in her head. There was virtually no one good here.

From her meeting with Minho at the airport, being swerved by principal Lim about her mother, meeting yuri, meeting her long term boyfriend again in person only to find him with a different girl she felt ridiculous.

As the lenses of cameras continued to stay pointed at her, kitty appreciated your kind smile as you pushed yourself off from being knelt beside her

“hey! Nothing to see here people. Go about your merry business.” Youd announce loudly to the leering students as they stared at the girl.

Feeling exasperated when no onlookers attempted to look away you spoke again. With a demanding and expecting.

“Go on! Shoo.” Only turning back to the red head once they made hast to look away, sighing and brushing your hair from your face you took the girl by her fore arm and pulled her up.

Before you could speak daes figure had made himself comfortable at her side rambling on about how it wasn’t what it looked like.

Kitty was clearly overwhelmed, from the jet lag, and the terrible experience she endured it was almost as if the room was closing in on the girl, the crushing weight of what seemed to be her mistakes crashed over her in unkind waves.

When the girl looking around the room, daes rambles became almost muted to the girl as the murmurs in the crowd of people were the final straw for the girl. Your hand on her arm the only thing grounding her from her onslaught of tears, And embarrassment.

Breaking your hold on her arm as the girl ran out of the room you sent an angry glare to the boy standing next to you, sending him a look that says something like ‘aren’t you going to go after her??’

Shaking your head at the raven haired boy when he averted his gaze as yuris perfectly manicured hands wrapped around his arm and lead him away sending an almost apologetic smile towards yourself it wouldn’t fix this mess.

Taking a deep breath you made a move to go after the girl, walking steadfast towards the exit your steps only faltering when the murmurs of the party goers no longer pertained to just kitty.

Gossip started far too quickly for your liking, their words thick with speculation as they questioned your sexuality, slurs muffled by hands into friends ears targeted at you made you begin to feel sick.

The beady eyes of students set heavily on you. The air thick, with each click of heels on the floor, and fast beat of your heart you felt bile rise to your throat. panic set deep in your heart.

Shaking your head and taking a breath, you wanted to leave, no. You needed to leave. With every watchful, beady, speculatory eye that stared seemingly right through you.

The thought kept repeating through your head they see right through you. Slamming through the door to the corridor, kitty is of course long gone, yet you still crane your neck in hopes to catch a glimpse of her. When you come up empty you hasten your steps rushing into the stall of the girl’s bathroom setting down the lid of the toilet and stifling your sobs with your hands stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.

You repeat it like a mantra, you know you look like a mess, but all you care about is not showing that they’ve gotten to you. Hardening your expression they will not look right through you, you won’t let them. You can’t.

But for this moment you will not hide. Leaning your head against the stall walls, you say it for the first time.

“I’m a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual/your identity”

“I know.” You hear through the door, fear spikes ypur heart jumping to your throat as Q pokes his head over the stall.

“Q? This is the girls bathroom?”

“Yeah…I just wanted to you know make sure you’re alright?”

“I’m not but- how are you in here? Minhos outside distracting the girls from entering the bathroom…”

“Really?” You mutter wiping your eyes with the back of your hand

“Yeah sweetheart, open the door and we’ll take you back to your room.”

“Okay” you chuckle, unlatching the lock the sound of minho frantically trying to come up with excuses as to why the girls toilets are off limits won’t hold out for much longer.

His voice getting increasingly higher as he scrambles to block the door, sharing a look with Q you both grab the door handle, Minhos figure stumbling backwards into your body’s, you and Q both look to the ground grabbing his hand and bursting through the crowd of girls.

Their outraged cries consisting off “was that a boy in the girls bathroom?!?” And “what was he doing in there!” All three of you begin to laugh at your heist.

All three of you trying to catch your breath outside the auditorium, dae comes walking hastily towards your group pointing a finger back in there he asks “why did I just hear one of the girls say Q was in the girls toilets?”

“And that they couldn’t enter because minho said he was hiding a giant cake in the bathroom…”

“A giant cake?” You and Q both ask the boy turning expectantly for an answer

“This feel’s suddenly very judgemental, I didn’t have to help you, you know.” Minho defends, his face hard before dropping his facade after minutes of awkward silence.

Locking arms with the boys you make hast towards the dormitory’s as a teacher locks eyes with the four of you.

“Go, go, go, go” Q pushing, at first your group speeds off with small hurried steps, getting faster until it’s an all out run, when the teacher bursts out of the door. Laughter fills the cool night air as you all rush to your dorms.

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The loud ring of your alarm clock waking you up, your roommate still not here, you began to strip yourself of your dress from the night before. Instead sporting the school uniform. Slinging your bag over your back you set off to the cafeteria to buy yourself breakfast.

Your converse scraping against the ground, as you walked the path. A familiar head of hair came into view, biting down your smile you stepped closer.

The sight of Her cannery yellow suitcase bringing a frown to your face, along with the silouette of the boy next to her. You watch in discomfort, hesitant to move, to speak, to breathe. As you watch them embrace, the expression of hesitant love on the boys face is painful. You are painfully aware of just how in love they look.

when the sight of a black car and a silhouette of a girl steps out, you Release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when yuri breaks the two apart and steals dae away. It’s almost as if things aren’t so bad, You suddenly aren’t suffocating. Your converse clad feet walk closer to the red head, calling out her name.

A smile forms on her face as she sees you “y/n! Hey..”

“Covey, it’s nice to see you.” You smile rocking back and forth on your feet. Sizing her up you speak again with a shy smile

“I’ve got to say orange is not your colour.”

your eyes glance down to her suitcase as you tease the girl, any semblance of humour fades as she catches your gaze.

“Oh! Don’t worry!” The bubbly girl reassures “I’m not leaving, atleast not anymore.” She persists smiling with her teeth.

A soft look crinkles your eyes, you’re dead serious when you speak “good im glad you’ve decided to stay here.”

A bashful smile overcomes her face as she takes a look around you both. It’s silent for a few moments. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. Throughout that minute of silence you both seem to rake your eyes over eachother.

You’re the first to break it when you clear your throat. “Um you might want to take your things back to your dorm before classes. here I’ll help you.”

You nod toward her suitcase, and before she can stop you you’re picking up her suitcase, she smiles kindly. The walk to her dorm is quiet, you don’t mention the boys dormitory. Instead you bid the girl goodbye at the door.

And just like that time begins to fly with the girl, Days turn to weeks, stray touches and friendly hugs begin to linger too long. Far too long to be friendly. Atleast from your side.

Something held you back, from telling her, her relationship (if you could call it that) with dae, the fact she wasn’t into girls, or the fear of coming out.

And as Kitty spends her time chasing after dae, you spent your time chasing after kitty, whilst she was determined to be proved right that yuri & daes relationship was fake.

A part of you hoped it wasn’t, it felt cruel to think that as you were actively helping her, but part of you wished on every stray fallen eyelash, and every shooting star you saw. That maybe she’d like you too.

Maybe your touches set her skin on fire like hers did for you. When the day of Minhos party arrives and kitty asks you to do her makeup you jump at the opportunity to be closer to her.

With every stroke of your makeup brush against the apples of kittys cheeks it felt like you were buzzing with excitement just being so close to the girl.

Wanting to savour this moment you went slower, when kitty asked the harmless question of is you could do her lipstick your cheeks almost grew just as red as the blush you applied.

Before you started to dab the red pigment on your finger, tapping it gently against her lips the pads of your fingers bouncing off of her plump lips.

You couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to kiss her, your gaze lingered on her lips as your finger slowed its movement.

Turning your gaze up to meet kitty’s eyes, only to find the girl was already staring back at you.

Q watched intently from the doorway of his room, before he broke your stare on her lips with a “everybody ready?” Both kitty and yourself breaking eye contact simultaneously you Fling yourself away from kitty. Embarrassment begins to creep up your cheeks at being caught.

“You okay Y/n? We don’t have to go if you’re feeling sick.” Kitty speaks her eyes searching yours for any semblance of a lie.

“No, no! I’m alright let’s go.”

And with that you made your way to the door Qs hand gripped your upper arm with enough force to stop you but not hurt

“Hey y/n, yknow I saw you looking at kitty’s lips. If it’s any consolation I think she likes you too.” He smiled, his voice soft and comforting.

You wanted to say ‘really? You think so?

But instead your gaze dropped to the floor and you say an emotionless “she doesn’t like me like that.”

With a sigh from Q he opened his mouth as if to say more, his words dying in his throat as you broke his hold making your way down the hall to kitty’s figure.

Side stepping the girls attempt to hold your hand, her previous excitement dropped from her face for a moment before she cleared her throat “I’ve ordered us an Uber so let’s-let’s go.”

Walking ahead of the girl in a hurry, you miss the disappointed glance she shoots Q he rubs her arm in a comforting manner.

When you arrive to rubik the air is hot and stuffy, sweaty bodies dancing and drinking when florian orders you a fruity mock tail spiking it with what you assume to be vodka you drink it in silence, florian whispering to Q if you were okay.

You block them out, opting to instead dance your feelings away when you begin to dance to whatever was playing you began to feel a sense of freedom, your dance wasn’t anything special, wasn’t even particularly graceful. But you still felt eyes on you, as you turned to look to the pair that was staring at you eagerly you instead are met with the leering face of a fellow kiss student the buzz of alcohol dimming your senses as he leans down to whisper to you.

“We’ll aren’t you just beautiful, tell me can I buy you a drink?”

You don’t think. The alcohol numbing you, all you think is what can you do to take your mind off of kitty.

And before you know what you’re doing you grip his hand and lead him towards the bar, he buys you a drink, the familiar burn of some cheap vodka dances over the back of your throat before youre gripping his hands and you’re dancing with him.

And you dance for what feels like hours, and when you aren’t dancing you’re drinking, the burn of the alcohol stings the back of your throat.

And yet you keep drinking, seemingly oblivious, blissfully unaware of the fact he’s been buying, and buying, and buying, you drinks. And yet he hasn’t once touched a sip of alcohol.

The red flags aren’t red to you anymore, YPU can’t even hear the alarm bells ringing.

Sometime through the night you come to the realisation you’ve lost your friends, you’ve danced for as long as you can your feet aching and now all you feel is sick and exhausted.

“H-hey I think I’m gonna find my friends.” You tell your date, your words slurring together as vomit rises to your throat you take your hands off of the guy.

Ready to go back to your friends, even with dulled senses you’re on high alert when his soft smile leaves his face and his gaze hardens on your chest, his hands spring out to grip your arms in one hand. With bruising force, tugging

before Q sees you begin to wobble as the boy leads you to the exit of the club he walks past Q and florian.

The boys feel an immediate sense of urgency to protect you. They ask if you want to go with this guy, when they get your shaky “no” it’s enough conformation. Florian is pulling you into him as Q is telling the guy to leave you alone.

Breathing shakily, bile rises to the back of your throat, your eyes burning, as you gaze up at the boys their sympathetic faces giving you a once over.

“I just wanted to stop thinking about her.” You cried, slamming your head into Florian’s chest

“Oh dear” florian says looking you over “find kitty.” And just like that Q’s off in search of the girl, when teachers burst through the doors of the club. Principle lim pulling the plug to the speakers.

The club grows silent before the onslaught of people start running for the door, Florian leads you toward the exit. He doesn’t mind listening to your drunk rambles as you walk. Your legs unsteady, your mainly being supported by florian.

Taking the water he hands you with gratitude you take slow sips. Time seemed to barely move, as your memory felt funny. One moment you were in the club a flurry of lights disorienting you the next in your dorm bed room.

Cracking an eye open and groaning from the splitting headache behind your eyes you sluggishly roll out of bed.

Opening the bedroom door Qs figure slouched over the arm of the couch as minhos making coffee in the kitchen.

“Hey, y/n. We have Saturday detention by the way. Since someone got the party busted.”

Watching kitty on the stage her hair pinned up, you think she looks gorgeous in traditional clothing, adoration clear on your face.

Time seemingly slows as you watch her perform, with each movement of the fan your stare is still looking at the girl.

Conflict I’d happening on the stage, you can’t hear what they’re saying but you’re already concerned for the girl. Your heart leaps to your throat as you watch her trip.

Loud cracks of fireworks fill the gymnasium, time stops slowing, your ears block out the sound of scampering feet trying to exit the gym. you’re fully competent and you know what you’re doing when your shoes squeak against the floor you’re running toward the panicked girl.

Ripping off your jacket you throw it over the girls flaming skirt, easing her to the ground as you do so.

Kitty is panicked, frantic breaths leaving in puffed out pants, looking up at her through your lashes, your heart clenches at the sight of her scared face.

“Hey! Hey! I got you, you’re alright.” You state, your fingers that were previously patting wildly at the skirt, stop.

“Th-thank you.” Kitty whispers gratefully, her body visibly relaxing, yet She still looks scared with an emotion you can’t quite make out swimming in her eyes.

you make a move to comfort her more but your hand still’s outstretched towards her when dae comes rushing to her side.

His eyes wild, as he asks the girl if she’s okay, he lets out a breath when she tells him you helped.

“Yknow I would’ve helped her-“ nodding at his words, you feel guilty that you don’t quite believe the boy.

“I know. but I got here first.”

“I’m here now.” He exclaims coldly, his eyes nonverbally telling you to leave, bowing your head you look at kitty,

“I’m just glad you’re okay” and with that you turn and make your way of stage, meeting up with Minho by the door.

A knowing look on his face prompts you to ask “what’s that look for?”

“Nothing! No nothing. Aside from the fact you practically raced up there to save her…”

“You didn’t even think you just…went.”

Trying to no avail to hide the blush dusting your cheeks you cross your arms over your chest “well what’s it too you? I mean you’re famously anti kitty.”

“Mm you’re right, i don’t think she’s right for dae. I think she’s right for someone else…” he trails off making eye contact with you.

He sends you a comforting smile. His eyes flicker to dae as he marches up to both Minho and yourself. slamming Minho into the wooden wall dae sneers out “a you call yourself my friend” In Korean.

Minhos confusion seeps out as he asks “what’s all this about?!?” Also in korean, dae sees red slamming the boy harder into the wood before continuing “don’t pretend like you don’t know!”

Looking frantically around you, you decide to try and pry the boy off calling out a:

“What are you doing dae? let him go!” You cry pulling at the boys arm to get him to loosen his grip. His eyes hard as he turns to you, flinging his arm out, your feet falter at the abrupt movement when he pushes you off him His push sending you colliding with the gymnasium floor. Your hands slap against the ground, tears well in your eyes at the sting of your hands. and the bruise forming on your butt.

Despite your efforts Dae is still glaring at the boy infront pf him, Seemingly not caring that his shove sent you to the floor. “Dae, stop. Stop it! it’s not min Ho!” Kitty cries, “this has nothing to do with him”

“What you’re gay?” Dae laughs, sparing a glance at your form on the floor, Confusion and realisation dawn on the boys face before he mutters an apology to Minho.

sparing a hateful glance toward you on the floor, looking kitty in the eyes, the girl is clearly distraught in her hanbok. Her makeup runs down her cheeks as embarrassment boils. Dae shakes his head as he bursts from the door to the room.

Minho does a double take before giving you his hand, asking tentatively “are you okay?” His eyes rake your figure trying to asses the damage.

“I’m fine, I’m okay.” You stress putting yours hands in the air in attempt to reassure the boy.

“Good, good.”Minho mutters, clearly not believing you in the slightest. pulling you up, He shares a look with kitty watching as she diverts her gaze.

You shoot a glance to the red head, as Minho leads you away. Your concern for the girl outweighs any confusion about dae.

The cool air stings your face as Minho leads you outside, sitting you down on a concrete seat, “are you okay?” He asks.

Sighing shakily you look him in his eyes “yes-“

“And don’t lie to me.” He cuts you off, pointing his finger, he nods for you to continue his hard serious face still there.

“No? I mean! Ugh I really like her? But she clearly likes someone else…and she still has dae. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do?”

“I’m failing pretty much all of my classes, and I’m gay. But I can’t be.”

“Oh you sweet thing.” Minho says pulling you into his chest, running his hands over your head as sobs break from your chest, wetting the boys suit.

“You know it’s okay to be afraid of your feelings for someone, but I can see it Kitty likes you, Not dae.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“God are you really so oblivious?!?” Exasperation reeks from the boy as he stared at you.

“She’s in love with you, you didn’t see it but her face when you saved her was enough to make dae realise she doesn’t like him anymore.”

“Oh my god. That’s what that was?”you question, your stomach dropping in anticipation. Vomit rising to your throat,

“I have to go!” You call breaking from Minhos hold,

“Another job well done” Minho smiles, shaking his head at the wet patch on his suit.

Your feet slam against the ground as you run to find the girl, bursting back into the gym she of course isn’t there.

Doubling over breathing heavily, panic grips your chest, as you look around. Closing your eyes you feel defeated.

“If you’re looking for kitty she’s in the dorm.”

Your eyebrows furrow, as you turn to face dae, an apologetic and yet reserved expression takes over his face.

“I-what? How did you-“

“It’s pretty obvious… no offence. But hey I’m happy for you.” The boy smiles, before turning to go

“How do you know she’ll like me back?” You whisper, daes steps halt as he turns to look at you.

“I’ve seen the way she stares at you when you aren’t looking, she used to look at me like that…” he looks sad as he remarks the girl’s feelings. but when he smiles at you with a watery smile and the nod of his head it’s his way of giving you the go ahead. And suddenly everything lightens up, the weight on your shoulders suddenly dissipates as you accept daes consent to make a move.

To let yourself be happy.

So you do, turning around you jog up stairs, and dodge various people as you make your way through the crowds of students in the halls.

Making your way to the boys dorm had become like a ritual, it was no longer buzzing with joy and laughter as a game or movie was in full swing Minho cooking something in the kitchen or rambling about the films his mum was in.

Instead the warmth in your chest was no longer there, You suddenly feel apprehension, as you stand there, your hand hovering over the door handle, you question if kitty will want this, if you should just turn around and couch surf until you go home.

When the door swings open to a sad kitty, in comfortable clothing, her hairs a mess, and she’s wearing an old ratty tshirt, but she still looks at gorgeous as ever as she stares up at you.

“Y/n?” She asks, her eyes glancing you up and down.

“Hi.” You whisper, bringing your hand up to caress her cheek, you ask her “can I kiss you?”

When she nods it’s all the permission you need, before you place a passionate yet gentle kiss on the girls lips, you pull away when the girl doesn’t move to kiss you back.

Only to be pulled back in my kittys soft hands against both of your cheeks pulling you in her lips crash against yours, the kiss isn’t perfect the techniques all wrong, and it’s sloppy, but you can’t help caring because you’re kissing her.

Tangling your hands in her unruly hair, you smile into the kiss.

When kitty pulls back, you look alarmed the girl feels a sharp guilt at breaking from the kiss, the pads of her fingers run over your cheek gently as if she is afraid you’ll break. The girl takes a breath in

“I’ve begun to learn a lot on Korea, about my mother, my friends, myself. And more Often then not my friends helped me realise things.” Kitty breaths she looks almost afraid to speak as she collects herself you can visibly see the cogs turning in her head as she speaks.

“And well, Q made me realise my feelings. They were confusing, and fun, and scary? But I think i really like them?”

“I think I really like them as well.” You smile, placing a kiss on her lips before continuing “And hey remind me to thank Q for all this.”

“No need you two, this is all the thanks I need.” Breaking from her hold you both turn to face your roomates their smug (mainly Minho) proud faces staring at you both.

“You know For a match maker you’re a bit oblivious.” Q speaks before planting himself on the couch

“I- what do you mean?” Kitty exclaims offended

“Kitty I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you...”

“WHAT!” Kitty exclaims in outrage “but- no- I’m supposed to know these things!!” The girl slumps over dramatically

Sharing content looks with your fellow roommates, none of you can hold it in bursting out in laughter.

It made you realise how much you wish you could stay in this moment forever before tomorrow comes and everything good hangs in the balance…

For now, you all were happy.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

#xo kitty #xo kitty x reader #kitty covey #Katherine covey x reader #kitty covey x reader #to all the boys x reader #to all the boys trilogy #x fem!reader #anna cathcart #sang heon lee #choi min young #netflix xo kitty #xo kitty x fem!reader #wlw yearning #wlw #sapphic #gayness

[lucy-sky]

His Safest Place (Frank Castle x Reader drabble)

So I’m kinda stuck with my Julian Kaye fic atm, but I found this little something about sleepy cuddles with Frank among my drafts and decided to post because why not.

Warnings: mild sexual content (cock warming & lazy morning sex)

Words: 871

AO3 link if you prefer reading there

You wake up when the bed creaks softly under his weight as he settles behind you and lets out a deep sigh that tickles the back of your neck. You didn’t expect him to come over tonight, yet you were secretly hoping for it.

“Frank.”

“Yeah,” his voice is gruff as he nuzzles into your shoulder, arms snaking to wrap around you and pull you closer against his chest.

“What time is it?” you murmur sleepily, unable to open your eyes just yet.

“Late.”

“I thought so.”

You rub your eyes and lazily turn to face him. Frank immediately repositions himself, and now you’re on your back with him on top of you.

“Hey,” he smiles crookedly when he meets your gaze.

“You’re hurt,” you frown, bringing your hand to his face, fingers tracing a fresh bruise on his cheek and down to a cut on his bottom lip.

“T’s just a scratch.”

“Yeah, right.”

It’s always just a scratch, even if he gets home with a broken nose or ribs, or a bullet wound. Tonight, however, his bruises really don’t seem all that bad. He looks exhausted though. And a little more clingy than he usually is. Not that you mind it.

“What happened this time?” you still ask, and he lets out another sigh.

“Shh… Let’s talk ‘bout it in the morning, okay?” he mutters, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. “Just… Too tired for talkin’.”

“Okay,” you agree easily, wrapping your arms around his solid frame and pressing a kiss against his temple. The weight of Frank’s body on top of you feels so good. He’s nice and warm from the shower, and there’s a faint lingering smell of your apple and cinnamon scented shower gel which makes you smile. Since you gave Frank the keys from your apartment and he started spending more time here, you suggested buying something more appropriate just for him, but he refused, because you liked this scent and it reminded him of you. You still think it’s one of the sweetest things a man has ever told you.

You’re about to drift off again, basking in the feeling of Frank all around you, like you’re in some kind of a bubble. Absentmindedly, you stroke his back, tight muscles relaxing under your touch, yet he’s still a little tense, you can feel it. His hands sneak underneath the large t-shirt you sleep in, and you squirm a bit at the brush of calloused fingers under your ribs.

“Sorry I woke you up… I uh… Didn’t wanna-”

“C’mon, Frankie. You did want to wake me up,” you giggle sleepily. “Admit it.”

“Okay. Maybe,” he chuckles, and his lips press against the delicate skin of your neck. It’s a strange sensation when your mind’s still hazy with sleep, but your body reacts to his caress.

“Could you take this off for me, sweetheart?” he asks, slowly pushing the shirt further up your body.

“You said you’re tired, no?”

“Yeah, I am. Just wanna feel you.”

Even though his voice is quiet, thereʼs such unmistakable need in his tone it makes something spark within your core. You obey, tugging the shirt off over your head and tossing it away, shiver as the cool air hits your bare skin, but Frank is quick to warm you up. His lips are back on your neck, trailing up to reach your jawline, and then he cups your cheek and kisses you deeply, humming into your mouth, his tongue moving slowly against your own, savoring the sensation. There’s the slight metal taste of blood from the scrape on his lip, but you don’t care. This closeness and his need for you is overwhelming. At moments like this you know that no matter what risky things he’s into, you’re happy to be his escape, his cure, his home. His safest place.

Eventually you let him pull down your underwear. His cock’s half hard but it’s enough to slip inside you with a gentle roll of his hips.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it, you feel s-so good… Can I just… Just stay like this for a while, okay?..” He mumbles against your skin as he kisses along your jaw and behind your ear, your lips and your closed eyelids.

“Course, baby. You can stay as long as you want.”

It’s a whole new level of intimacy to fall asleep like that. To feel him everywhere, around you and inside you. His scent, his touch, his body heat. His heart beats steadily next to yours as your chests press together.

In a few hours you wake up to a swell of his morning erection between your tender walls, and you make love slowly, lazily, whispering words of love and praise into each other’s skin, breathing each other in, moaning each other’s names as you fall apart.

“Now that’s what a good morning is, huh?” Frank drawls as he rolls on his back, pulling you against his chest and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. The bruise on his face looks worse in the light of the day, but nevertheless he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, especially when he smiles like that.

Thank you for reading!

#frank castle x reader #the punisher fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #drabble #lucy tries to write

[depressopax]

Hii I hope you dont mind me requesting Howie again, but could I request a hurt/comfort scenario of him taking care of a sick fem!reader (she’s having a cold) I hope you have a great day and thank you againn :]

HIIII thank you for requesting again!! <3 And dw about it! I'm just glad you like my stories and want to request again :)) So if you have ideas lmk! :D Hope you like it!! Sorry for the wait! But here it issssss (The plan was to make all the characters on my BrBa/BCS masterlist but my brain is fried atm 😭 But I also added Nacho - because Ignacio Varga brainrot <3)

Taking care of sick reader | Scenarios

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: 1. Howard Hamlin x gender-neutral reader 2. Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): - Words: 0.7k Summary: How would they take care of their sick partner? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 » Masterlist || Request «

Howard

“Morning, sweetheart! Ready to start the day?”

You grunt in reply and puld the blanket over your cold body. Howard is already up, enthusiastic as always. But today you’re too tired for that. 

“Come on now… You’ve been snoozing for 20 minutes!”

“I don’t want to…”

His smile fades and he sits down on bed next to you.

“You alright?” He reaches out to stroke your cheek and notices how cold-sweaty you are. “Hmm… That’s not good.” 

“I don’t feel well.”

“I know, sweetie, I know…” 

I feel like he’d be like: YOU’RE SICK??? 😰 at first

But then be like: You’re sick… 💔 If that makes sense LOL

Probably scared of catching a cold etc

But he loves you - so it’s worth the risk 😌✨

Howard is the guy that helps you with everything once sick

He fixes food, makes sure you keep warmth and makes warm tea etc

He basically acts like a maid for you until you feel better lol

But he doesn’t mind, at all <3

He likes taking care of and spoiling you 

“Are you cold, darlin’?” he asks, proceeding to wrap a blanket over your shoulders.

“No, I actually feel quite warm” He looks concerned and feels your forehead “Your fever is not going down… Do you want something cold instead? Water, ice cream… Are you laughing?” “Sorry… You’re just so cute when you’re worried!”

Also… You being sick gives him an excuse to just sit back down and cuddle you

He allows himself to be “lazy” (aka taking a break and not overworking) when you’re around

He loves to set you down in the couch and put on some movie to watch together

If he can’t be at home with you - he texts or calls you at least once throughout the day to check on you 

It doesn’t matter if you only have a simple cold, he’ll take care of you until you feel ok again 

He probably would end up sick too 😭 “But at least we can stay home together now!” he says after waking up with the same cold you had. “...But Howard, I need to go back to work today” “...Oh ☹” But you’re of course there for him too until he feels better <3

Also - I found these two Howard out of context screenshots on my PC LOL, thought you might like them!! 😭

Nacho

“You’re burning up” Nacho mutters, still having his palm pressed against your sweaty forehead. “I’m fine, Nacho”

But the fever thermometer says otherwise.

“Yea… Fine, huh?” He scoffs and strokes the hair that's glued to your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. “Rest.” 

“But…”

“Rest.” His voice gets softer “Let me take care of you, ok?”

“...Fine.” 

He smiles at this.

“Good.” 

This man… (God, I love him, I need him <33)

He’ll be all 😐 towards everyone, all the time

But not with you.

Whenever you’re doing poorly, he’s right there. Whether it’s mentally or like in this case - when you’re sick.

He’s the guy that will grimace and be really judgy if someone sneezes or coughs in public, but he tries his best to not be a baby about it for you.

And he’s good at it

Truth is, he somehow likes it when you’re sick

Just because he’ll get to take care of you 

And have you all dependent on him

It takes his mind off all his troubles, and he can focus on you only.

He brings you tea, soup, painkillers… Whatever you need - whenever.

He also appreciates cuddling up next to you and watch TV, letting you pick out whatever

It’s just comforting to him - somehow - to feel your fever warmth against him.

Basically - he’s already a sweetheart, but becomes the most caring (and worried) boyfriend ever when you’re sick. <3 “Nacho, don’t be so close, I don’t want you to be sick too…” “I don't care.” he murmurs

…And eventually he ends up sick too lol

He’s really overdramatic about it 😭

Before meeting you - he’d overwork himself and not give a damn about resting

But since he takes well care of you - you of course do the same for him.

So when he eventually catches a cold, you’re there for him “Well look at that… Told you that you’d get sick.” “...Shut up.” “Will you let me take care of you?”

And of course… He lets you

Homeboy gets overdramatic af when sick 😭

He likes seeing you all worried for him - it’s cute lol

Nacho makes sure you’re cuddled up next to him all day 

And now it’s his turn to choose movies/series for you to watch with him

“Hey?” Nacho whispers after you’ve both shut the lights off for the night. “Hmm?” “...Thanks for taking care of me.” “Of course, Nacho. I love you” “Love you too”

If you guys liked the concept of this I can make a part 2 with the other BrBa/BCS characters! Lmk and thanks for reading <3 Been feeling down lately but I have plans on some stuff I wanna post this weekend :)) Looking forward <3

#better call saul #howard hamlin #nacho varga #x reader #scenario #headcanons #fanfic writing #writeblr #aspiring author #fanfic authors #breaking bad #brbabcs #fanfiction writer #fluff #nacho x reader #howard hamlin headcanons #howard hamlin x reader #better call saul fluff #better call saul fanfic #writers of tumblr #fanfic writers #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[herofics]

hii can i request geto or anyone else from jjk with a s/o who struggles a lot mentally and usually vents in poems (like writes poems in a diary) and they don't want them to see it bc they don't want them to be burdened with caring abt them? (also add that the s/o loves physical affection (only if you want)) i hope this makes sense ♡ and if you don't want to write this, it's okay

A/N: Hahah, being in a not so great mental state myself atm, I used my time writing this instead of doing my school work. Goddammit I feel like a lazy piece of shit lol. This isn’t really set in any particular point in time, but canon timeline, so Geto is doing his cult business and all that. I’m venting my own frustrations through this too. I can’t write a poem to save my life, at least not in english, so I didn’t write it out, but I did use the poetry thing anyway. I really needed to be called a “good girl” today, so that’s Geto’s job. I know I usually try to write gender neutral but I just really needed it and I couldn’t come up with anything that gave me the same vibe so I went with “good girl”

It was just so much. So much stress, so much work, so much everything. You felt like time was just slipping through your fingers. Everything was passing you by and you couldn’t grab onto anything.

“Why does this have to be so damn hard?” you muttered as you loaded the dishwasher.

Everyone else was doing fine, so why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you just do the things others seemed to be able to do so easily? Everyone else could finish their assignments on time, why couldn’t you? Everyone was able to at least keep up appearances of managing their life, and you felt like you couldn’t even do that. Sure, you’d managed to keep yourself from drowning in all this crap, but you couldn’t keep treading water forever.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d managed to keep Geto off your case for so long. Sure he’d pretty much been working nonstop for the last month, and had only been to the apartment occasionally. He’d even been sleeping at his office. The times he did come home, you’d managed to keep up appearances just enough that he’d thought you were only a bit tired. Besides, he didn’t need to worry about you too, he had enough on his plate already. No matter how much you missed him, his touch, his hands on your hips, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you didn’t want to burden him.

You finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. At least you’d managed to do one thing. You went to grab your diary from your nightstand drawer and then walked back into the kitchen to sit by the table.

You were procrastinating doing your university assignments yet again. You hadn’t even started the essay you needed to turn in the next day. You felt like a lazy piece of shit. Why couldn’t you just get things done? It was just an essay, it was even a topic you were somewhat interested in, but nope, you just couldn’t do it. Instead, you decided to write something else. You’d always found poetry therapeutic, especially when you wrote it by hand instead of tapping away on your phone.

Your poem ended up being quite the stream of consciousness kind of thing, but writing your thoughts down on paper helped. It was no miracle cure to your ailment, but at least you got some of your thoughts out.

You left your diary, an unremarkable notebook, on the kitchen table as you went to the bathroom.

The last month had been incredibly hectic. There was a big event coming up next week for his cult, and Geto had been busy preparing for it. Writing his speech, and making sure everything was going smoothly. Of course he had assistants and people to handle these things, but he had the final say, so he had to approve everything.

Geto couldn’t help but miss you. Everytime he had gone home, you had seemed increasingly tired. Your usually witty remarks had turned bland, and you seemed almost apathetic at times. He usually wouldn’t put his work first when you were in such a state, but the event that was coming was very important for the cult, so he couldn’t really help it. Now that he had finished his speech and had left very specific instructions for his assistant, he felt like he could finally relax a little bit. He could finally make sure you were alright.

When Geto came back home and walked into the kitchen, he saw a notebook on the table. He didn’t think much of it as he picked it up and started flipping through it. He didn’t really read much, a word here, a sentence there, until he got the page with the most recent date. He didn’t even hear the toilet flush nor the running water as you washed your hands as he read through the poem.

“Why are you reading that?” you gulped as you returned to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh? You didn’t mean to read it?” you interjected as you grabbed the diary from his hands. “Then why did you?” you asked tearfully.

“Honestly, when I started reading I couldn’t stop. Is this truly how you’ve been feeling lately?” he asked, motioning at the notebook, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach.

It’s not like he’d even missed the signs really, he had ignored them in favor of his work, and willingly or not, he had let you start spiraling.

“Even if I was, you had no right to read it without my permission, it’s private” you sniffled, clutching the diary to your chest.

“I apologize for reading it, but it’s necessary for me to know if you’re feeling like this. You don’t need to be alone with this” Geto said, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them.

“But what if I want to be? What if I don’t want you to have to worry about me on top of everything else?” you noted, letting your arms fall to your sides, still holding the diary in one hand

“What do you mean everything else? There is nothing else when you’re not doing well” Geto said softly and pulled you into a hug.

By god how you’d missed this. His embrace, his warmth, the beating of his heart in your ear as you pressed the side of your head to his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you. You could feel all the apathy and the self-loathing melting away as he hugged you tightly and you returned his embrace.

“I do want to talk to you, Suguru. I just… I don’t really know how. It’s so much easier to write it down and not have to explain anything to anyone” your voice was muffled by his robes as you explained.

“I know the feeling, believe me” he sighed and kissed the top of your head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me if you don’t want to, but I still feel I deserve to know when the person I love is not doing well. Even if you don’t want to explain the reasons, at least let me know when you’re feeling down”

“Yeah, yeah”

Geto pulled back and took your face into his hands with an intense look in his eyes. 

“Promise me?” he asked, looking at you intently.

“I promise” you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile nonetheless.

“Good girl” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk comfort #jujutsu kaisen comfort #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[keroanya]

and i shouldn’t cry, but i love it

johnny joestar x afab! reader

cw: n.sfw, soft sex, post sbr, reader is a tad bit depressed :(

too lazy to get a word count atm, but it’s a tad short^^

a/n: i’m sorry for not being here :(( i’ve been real sick lately, and i’m trying to take care of myself. i’m still pretty sick but definitely not as bad, just very sniffly :(

the quaint house would’ve been silent at this time, it should be and usually is. ever since you’ve gotten back from that life-altering race, nights like these have filled the once somewhat-uncomfortable silence that once plagued your cottage.

- the man you met, johnny joestar, almost immediately flipped your world on it’s side and changed it for the better. he kept you company on those lonely nights in the desert when his friends antics got the best of your tired bodies and minds. whether it be sitting in comfortable silence by the campfire, or cuddling next to each other in a tent, he managed to bring a smile to your face and helped you feel secure with someone. -

but, that was months ago, and ever since then, sweet sounds filled your ears during those depressing moments. and here you are now, listening to them again, experiencing them again.

his sweet touches seemed to linger just a little longer than usual tonight, and his pace seemed slower than usual.

you didn’t want those hot tears to free themselves, but alas, they did. in almost an instant, the man slowed down and raised himself over you.

“are you alright?” he whispered, resting his hand on your cheek.

“i’m doing well, just happy.” you choked out whilst reaching your hands around the blonde, pulling him down into your chest. he lays himself onto you, arms sliding around your figure. his head resting on your right breast.

“i’m guessing. we both needed this.” johnny sighs, turning his head slightly to sneak his way into your neck, leaving soft kisses on his way. the male propped himself up and began to hold your chest whilst continuing the soft pace he set earlier in the night.

#jjba x reader #vic writes #jojo x reader #jjba smut #johnny joestar #jjba x yn #jjba x gn reader #jjba pt 7 #sbr #steel ball run

[alphabetboyluvr]

Holly, I just wanna know how your brain works???!!!🤣

How can you write different stories at the same time??? How is it possible? Different characters, different plots. OC have their own personalities. How can you maintain it?

I’m a journalist. I write too but I write about real people, I don’t have to think that C and B are not the same…

Writers are wizards for me…

Love your books sooo much!

Have a good evening!

he he this made me smile cause I'm a bjtc accredited journo, I just had a gap year after uni and then the pandemic hit and I ended up in South Korea for two years LMAO. I should have been working in the industry with you but instead..... I am doing this hahaha. maybe one day our paths will cross!!

so our brains probably work in quite similar ways. journos have a responsibility to report faithfully, but they also have to persuade people to care about their stories. with fics, you're not restricted to facts and so it's a lot more fun!! you just have to make people care!!

but I think my background and my degree really proved the importance of research and knowing what you write about - I watched hours upon hours of boxing matches in the background of what I was doing today just to understand how it works and I like to think the research I put in reflects in my stories?? idk. everything I write is pretty much a first draft cause I'm a bit lazy with it lol but still!!

the simple answer is that my brain is a mess.

typically, I focus on two fics at a time - one will be happy and one will be angsty. this way I can switch between the two depending on my mood (atm we have bd and throttle, but for a long time it was cv and icarus).

idk if this will have explained anything, but this ask really made me smile!! hope ur crushing it out there in the journalism world x

#ask #bd #throttle

[jacksonstarkiller]

THUNDERQUEERS ARE GO!!!

Everyone already shared their queer headcanons a week ago. So here I am, right on time to once again be behind on everyone else 😃

(This is TOS based btw)

Am I the only one who has a queer headcanon for Jeff? Anyway, he’s bi. Realised it late as fuck though. After he was already married to Lucy and they had Scott. Not that it mattered for the marriage, I just meant that Jeff was an idiot late-bloomer. I image the conversation went something like this:

Jeff: Honey, I think I’m bisexual.

Lucy: Omg, you didn’t know?!

Jeff: You did?! Why didn’t you say anything?!

Lucy: I thought you knew and were just really casual about it!

Jeff *starts hyperventilating* : I think I’m having an existential crisis.

Lucy: … uhm, does this mean that now is a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant again?

Scott confuses me tbh. He has massive straight vibes but I cannot see him actually in a relationship with a woman. I can kinda picture him in a relationship with a man. I mostly like to think that Scott is just as confused as I am 😂.

You may have already seen the video I posted for Virgil Day. But I headcanon Virgil as bi and a demiboy using he/they pronouns. He mostly uses he/him though out of habit and because he doesn’t particularly care that much. I can also see him on the ace spectrum.

I’ve always called John a laid-back pan and I shall continue to do so. My headcanon is pretty much the same as @willow-salix so you can read her post if you want a more detailed explanation. I’m too lazy atm 🏃🏼‍♂️🏃🏼‍♂️🏃🏼‍♂️

Unpopular opinion but Gordon is my token straight 🤷🏼‍♂️. Can’t explain it. Just the vibes I get.

And then this post’s main event: Alan is gaaaaay! The second I laid eyes on that fucker, my brain went: ✨gay✨. I mean, he’s a drama queen in flamboyant fits. Were they even trying to hide it?🤨 Also, may I refer you to the dream sequence in Thunderbirds Are Go (1966)? Because, hello!!!

Lad looks like he’s going to pride. He’s wearing a rainbow glitter suit, surrounded by pink clouds, waiting for his female friend to come pick him up in her pink car to drive them to the Swinging Star (if that doesn’t sound like a 60s gay club, idk what does). You better believe he was pissed during End Of The Road. Finally a nice lad his age that he is not related to is on the island, and then Tin-Tin swoops in!!!! Like, girl you already have plenty of options, please let me have this one…

Additionally, I feel Alan is a firm believer that gender is a social construct and he doesn’t vibe with the traditional (binary) concept of the male gender. He still labels himself as male (using he/him) because he’s comfortable but with that, but he doesn’t care much what other people perceive him as or call him (unless they’re being purposely offensive).

Early Thunderbirds-days me was still cis-het and complimenting myself for being so emancipated for identifying with the queer character of a show whilst not being queer myself. Oh how the mighty have fallen …

That awkward moment you realise you identify with the gay puppet because you are a gay muppet

Hello rainbow flag my old friend 🥲

And look at that, it’s another Alan essay :)

@thunder-pride

#thunderpride #thunderbirds 1965 #Jeff Tracy #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #Lucy Tracy #queer #lgbt #bisexual #asexual #mlm #pansexual #demiboy #gender nonconforming #thunderfam #thunderbirds

[carmoronic]

Im a little b1tch so im anonymous💀

Anyways,

Could you do Hanako, Kou, Tsukasa and Teru with an S/O who suffers from severe paranoid (ex. Has trouble relaxing, feeling safe, letting guard down, etc) because of some past trauma?

Im not sure how many characters you allow sorry that there's four-

(If theres too many you can take out Tsukasa)

Have a great day! :D <3

IM LITERALLY SO SORRY IM NOT EVEN THAT FAR IN TBHK I WAS ONLY INTRODUCED TO HANAKO KOU 😭😭 IM SO SO SO SORRY ILL STILL DO THOSE TWO IM LITERALLY SO SORRY OM GOING TO WATCH IT TONIGHT AGIAN IM SO SORRY have a great day too btw

BTW I STILL NEED REQUEST BC OTHERWISE I CANT THINK OF WHAT TO DO

this will be more like headcannons idk if u wanted it that way but I hope u do 😭

and the trauma will be child abuse cause I couldn’t think of another I’m guessing

Also it’s gonna be shorta short bc idk what to put sorry again

warnings - past trauma of child abuse, I’m really bad at this so if something I say doesn’t relate to being paranoid please tell me again im sorry if it happens ☹️

requested - yes

hanako and kou who has a s/o who suffers with paranoia  (separately)

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hanako -

he never really noticed it intill he saw you jump at him raising his hand to point out he had a idea and then he put it back down and looked at you and then said “I’m sorry”.

later on when it’s just u and him he decides to ask you about it and while he just notices u spaced out randomly while asking so he just calls ur name sorta loud but not loud

you come back and he asked you what happened earlier and you said you didn’t wanna talk about it atm and he understood.

But the next few days you understood hanako was just worried so u opened up to him and told him it wasn’t his fault you jumped you just had very bad paranoia and that was caused of ur trauma.

He understood and started to show a lot more affection only cause he thought it would make u feel better + it did

he hugs u a lot more often most of the time there very tight!!

kisses ur nose a little lol

A side thing he would do

he would protect u ( he always did )

sorry it’s short I didn’t really know what to do !!!

Kou -

I lowkey think he would sorta share being paranoid sometimes with u

This is where I got lazy btw.. 😭😭

Kou would definitely notice it first time u give a sign because he really does care for you and therefore he would always be looking out for u <3

He sorta knows this stuff since I think he would share this with you sometimes (not for trauma tho) but yeah and I think he would try calming u down if ur having a panic attack or anything that’s not good.

but mostly he’s a tsundere so he wouldn’t show affection near others UNLESS it’s very necessarily

But if it’s just u too he wouldn’t mind hugging u or giving small pecks on ur hand nose or cheeks ! <3

Therefore he would always keep hanako away from u just because it’s cute ! <3 :))

And he would always protect u !! :))

#kou x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #tbhk anime #yashiro hanako kun #hanako x reader

[frooploos]

Hehe uh so uh i wanted to try out my own rendition of William afton pre springtrap, and he always gave me Willem Dafoe, Joaquín Phoenix Joker, and Billy Butcher (comic ver.) from The Boys. Eheheheuheheheh honestly I think that even before springtrap, he still smelled like something rotted with a coat of cigarette smoke LMAO. Also the last image was a rushed sketch bc I was feeling lazy atm LOL SKDNSKD.

UH I don’t have too much on Will pre spring BUTT, I do think he was an abusive father (not husband, he manipulated his way through a lot of things, he kinda played the favorites thing with Clara). He rlly did love Clara, but the kids were smthn else. Honestly, he always kinda gave me Clay Puppington vibes when it would come to his psychology of being a father(Ik, I’m so original LOL). Like, the only form of genuine love he knew how to express was like the beatings thing, he would lie, beat, and or ignore/be a petty bitch rlly rlly often, but that was all he rlly knew. Ofc, he would kiss his kids, hug them, tuck them in and such, but every time he did that, it was usually smthn he’d force himself to do wether it was to make himself look good, or even convince himself that he isn’t a bad father(he is). When it came to Will and Michael, I think it was genuinely just one of those things where the eldest child and the parent always had a strained relationship, regardless of the eldest being a teen or adult. He would mostly do all that abusive stuff towards Michael especially, since he “loves” and “cares” for him, and wants to “prepare” him since he was a teenager by then. (Take those “” words as u will, this isn’t a way to make sympathy towards Will btw lol, it was just my thoughts on him and how he might have thought as a parent. This possibly doesn’t make sense, maybe it does, idk)

#william afton #fnaf au #afton family

[oddballwriter]

I am an Evan enjoyer so what about… Evan with an s/o who loves to passionately rant about their interests? You can add the other EMH guys if you’d like!

Warnings: none that I know of

Author’s Snip: I too, am an Evan enjoyer and very must appreciate this request, Anon.

Notes: I’m only gonna do Evan cause I’m a bit lazy atm and don’t want to write for ALL the guys so yeah.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦

He lets you go all out

He will listen to the entire rant and ask a few questions about some stuff

But for the most part you are the one talking because it’s rude to interrupt people when they are talking something they love

Evan doesn’t care what you are talking about. You could be talking about the most niche thing and he will still listen to you

He likes the idea that you trust him so much that you feel comfortable talking about things you’re passionate about

He loves the fact that you’re so passionate about it too

Over all, he’s great to rant and infodump about your fixations and special interests to

He actually really likes hearing about your latest fixation because he enjoys how they change and are different from each other

One week it’s about the impressionist artists, the next it’s about various monster mythos and cryptids

These were totally not fixations that I had that were in that order (lying)

He does still also enjoy your special interest tho

Whatever it may be

Honestly depending on how much you rant about it his brain might just take in all that knowledge and he knows about it just as much as you do

Maybe he gets into it too a little

Then you guys and rant 💕together💕

#slenderverse #everymanhybrid #emh evan #evan myers #slenderverse x reader #everymanhybrid x reader #emh x reader

[aliens-took-my-iwa-chan]

for the assumption thingy-

i feel like you're kinda clumsy, and if you're not you've got a bunch of weird marks/bruises on your legs or smth

and you drink like iced coffee/chocolate, or just cold drinks a lot of the time-

either sleep a *LOT* or not at all

antisocial around some people, but others you cant stop talking?

too many hyper fixations that change all the time (some stay longer than other)

hyper when you want to be, but can be lazy as well

OOOOO YAYAYAY! and bestie holy crap you hit the nail on the head with this one-

yeah youre so right, I actually just ran into a wall yesterday in front of a group of people + the theatre teacher and she just goes

“alien? (not my actual name lmfao)” “yeah?” “theres a wall there.” I- HFHDJJF,,,, the worst part is that whenever I get surprised I make a high pitched squeak so it was really awkward lmfaooooo

(also I totally have this huge bruise on my leg and no idea where I got it from) (no its not from the wall)

I really love cold drinks!!! I dont carry them around with me bc I *hate* using the bathroom in public so I only really drink things at lunch or at home, but yeah hfjvjdjfj- its awful though bc APPARENTLY IM COLD BLOODED- whenever I drink something cold I get really cold and start shivering and stuff and it really freaks some people out hahdhfhsjf

also yes you got this one right too- I go through weird fluctuations where I either go to sleep too early (I hate going to sleep early with a passion I feel like im missing out on time to do stuff) or wayyyy too late, but it doesnt change daily its like for weeks on end before it switches up- its weird lmfao

dude this one was so accurate- I get really scared around people I dont know well so I get reallyyyy quite bc of how scared I am for intruding, making first impressions, thinking they wont like me, etc etc but around people I’m comfortable with I bounce off the *walls* (NO NOT THE THEATRE WALL SHUSH)

yeah :”) unfortunately my blog reflects this one- people will follow me for saiki k and then I flood their dash with bungou stray dogs lmfaooo- most recently it was that I was going crazy over bsd and hxh and then all of a sudden I was like nope im switching it up and weirded out EVERYONE with a completely different type of media with gothic horror- hxjfjdjfjdjfj I actually feel really bad about it because I dont want to flood everyones dash with something they dont care about, but at the same time this is my favorite thing atm-

yeah this is accurate- im extremely hyper quite a bit, I do this thing my friends have called “horse feet” where if im standing I bounce from one foot to the other excitedly and when im sitting I just stamp my feet lmfaooooooo- but im also extremely lazy and out of shape lmfaooo the stairs at school wind me- xD

THANKS FOR THE ASK IM SORRY I RAMBLED SO MUCH <33333333 also how did you get like, everything right- thats impressive bestie-

[docglitch]

Only a Songbird can be free in a cage

Authors note: Back on my shit again. And before you ask, no I don't only know BNHA, it's just what I want to write atm

Warnings: Alcohol mention (again, let me know if there are more please!)

I was flying, ever so high as the last note rang out of my throat. My wings unfurled and lifted me up off the ground slightly, only enough to make it noticeable. The lights blinded me from who was in the audience, and their reactions to anything during my set. But that just made the illusion easier to imagine. Soaring to unimaginable heights as the roar of the wind flooded my ears, feeling the sunlight barley catch up to me as I trailed my hand through the clouds. Clear blue skies in every direction, with only the horizon as my limit. The breeze sends shivers down my back, making my feathers shudder to the sudden temperature drop. I could hear the ocean crash underneath me, providing a melody to the beat that was the wind. The wind suddenly turned to applause, snapping me back to reality. I bowed, smiling and blowing kisses into the crowd as I walked off stage.

I flopped on the couch in my dressing room, barely managing to change into my robe. I fumbled for my phone, powering it on to see any new notifications. A few new followers on my professional page on my socials, messages from friends that came out to support me, and a few emails for new events that were booked by my agent. Nothing new. I closed my open apps, taking the chance to put on some music. I nodded my head along with the beat as I slipped into my more casual outfit, ready to go home, not before a few drinks at the bar of course. I turned the music off, opening my dressing room door to almost be immediately run over by a crew member pulling a costume rack to the other side of backstage. I took the runabout route, taking a sigh of relief when I got to the main action.

The annual Hero Gala, welcoming new hero graduates to the scene. I tucked my wings behind my back, trying to make them as small as I could. I pushed through the crowd, making sure to mind my step so I didn't step on extra appendages of any kind. The familiar bar top came into view, my oasis. I pushed through the last few people and collapsed in the seat, already exhausted. A drink was soon placed in front of me, which bewildered me as I hadn’t even spoken to the bartender yet.

“From an admirer, who wished to be anonymous.” He said, stirring a drink for another customer. I glanced at the drink, a simple red wine. I took a shot in the dark, sipping it. I chewed the inside of my cheek, and shrugged. Didn’t seem fishy, and I was surrounded by heros. Who would take a chance and ruin their career? I swirled the dark liquid around in the glass, crashing waves against the transparent material lulling me to dream once more.

I’m above the ocean now, trailing my hands in the water as the wind dies down and the only beat I hear is of my wings carrying me to the unknown. The waves are gentle today, slightly cloudy with maybe rain coming. Nothing too bad. I couldn't care less, I was happy that I was free, flying as I was destined to.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice said. I shook my head to ground myself, annoyed that I was again interrupted in my day dream. I heard the stool scrap on the floor as the stranger sat down. I took another sip of wine, shutting my eyes to again lose myself in my freedom. I came across the rain clouds that were sprinkling now, each drop making me feel heavier and heavier. One landed on my nose, and…it tickled?

I snap my eyes open to see a red feather rubbing my nose. I swat it away, looking to where it went to finally see the stranger who sat down. His amber eyes were lazy, a playful hint paired with an equally playful smirk. The man pushed his wild dirty blonde hair back with a gloved hand, the feather now floating around his head.

“Sorry if I woke you, I just wanted to see if you were still with the living.”

(I'll see if I do a part 2)

[kpophubb]

Heyyy it's me!

Your Hee anonie~ ♡☆

Sooo I was gonna complete the Hee angst but writing is a very hard job and I am very lazy. BUT I will FINISH IT. Also 😗 i just have been in a very Jake mood lately.

Ok so when I first got to know about Enha. Jake was my bias. He immediately caught my eye and then I heard him speak in his aussie accent and 😳😭👌💓🙏

And now I back to my Jake Phase.

Also also I love his Korean name. Like Jaeyun is such a pretty name and ngl I like more than Jake. Like imagine calling him Jaeyun ahhh tbh I'd totally call him Jaeyun over Jake anyday (no hate to any Jake out there) (love to all the Jakes)(Jake from Subway Surfer) (Jake Peralta from Brooklyn 9 9) but JAEYUN !!

Also I have some very 💞💖 pics of Jaeyun but I can't share them with you on anon 😭😭 what do I do 💀 send them over ig ?? Find the Twitter links idk 😖 ugh I wish tumblr would let anons share media ://

Anyway how are you?? How's the break going ?? 😁

Praying for you that future Enha tours include Malaysia and that you are able to see them MULTIPLE times ⏲️🙏❤️

Hihi my hee anonie 🥺🫶🏻 welcome back my lady!! I can understand how tiring writing can be mygod so it’s okay you finish it WHENEVER you want, there’s absolutely no pressure. <3 jaeyun?!😳 please this is my top 10 greatest weaknesses in life I’m not kidding. It’s such a pretty name, istg and I blush so much everytime I read it or try to say it….👉🏻👈🏻 it sounds so nice and gentle, and suits jake sm!! I’d be deceased and turn into a blushing mess if I ever tried calling him that FOR REAL. 😵‍💫 I’m not a very shy person tbh, I’m quite bold and say everything on my mind really easily but….this..one..name…shhssjnsudnsjsjsjsjsjs!! 💥🫣🫠💘💘

Awww🥺 we must all love and care for our jakey!! I love it sm when we all show him love and appreciate him and talk nice about him. He truly deserves special treatment from every single one of us bc he’s so special!! <33 >~<

my first bias of enhypen was sunoo!! I became an engene during the border:carnival era so seeing sunoo’s sketchy appearance during that time made me absolutely i n s a n e. I really liked anime eboys all my life- the ones with black painted nails, lots of piercings and metal earrings, smokey eyes, silver/white hair and black leather fits!! So when I saw sunoo, my jaw dropped. It was a selca and I immediately started looking up which band he was in..and then I listened to drunk dazed and was hooked. Basically that’s how I started knowing them and fell in love with them all……! Which era did you become an engene anonie??

Ikr this option is so so annoying like why can’t anons send media -.- my other anon sends me the links of those pictures on Pinterest and I view them there. You can send me in whichever way you like and are comfortable with🖤 I’m currently…a little tired? I had 3 fics scheduled for this week but😅 my mom had a surgery recently so she’s bedridden atm and I’m nursing her (I love caring for people and nursing in general, and she’s my beloved mom so yeah.) by the end of the day, I’m TOO TIRED to do anything else so I just pass out and sleep.

How about you? Is your break over anonie? I hope you had/have lots of fun🥺 and smiled a lot during this time :) <3 thank you sm for dropping by my love, and MULTIPLE TIMES GETTING TO SEE ENHA?😭 you have no idea my eyes just teared up from happiness..this was so so sweet. T~T

#mia’s asks #engene 💌 #my hee anonie

[aestrayla]

ten more minutes ft. mammon

summary: your boyfriend wakes up to you gone and he’s upset, but that’s not the only problem you face when his sugar-coated words, lead you back into bed ft. mammon x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (f! + m! receiving), cunnilingus, cum, pet names (sweetheart, sweet thing, princess, baby), praising, fingering (f! receiving), clitoral play, over stimulation, squirting, cream pie

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i have really bad mammon brainrot atm （╹◡╹）and if u can't tell i got lazy towards the end, pardon me.

if there was something mammon hated, it was early mornings. especially mornings without you.

his eyes blinked open as he hazily searched for you around his room and after a couple of minutes, sighing heavily as he dragged himself out of bed, mumbling languid nonsense about your absence.

it was five in the morning and you were up early preparing breakfast for the brothers because it was your day to cook. you were softly humming to yourself while stirring a bowl of pancake batter you had prepared, until you felt a pair of warm arms snake around your waist.

“you’re up early,” you gasp, slightly startled at the touch.

mammon drops his head onto your shoulder groaning drowsily, “can you come back to bed? ’m still sleepy.”

“mams, you know i’d love to, but i’ve gotta make breakfast for everyone,” you drag your fingers through his frosty hair, “you know how much beel eats, don’t you?”

he grumbles in response and just squeezes you more tightly.

“how about you just go back to bed ‘n i’ll call you out when breakfast’s done?”

“but i need you with me.”

his body pressed firmly against yours, had you feeling hot. and not to mention, you also felt something growing hard.

“just for ten more minutes, please?”

“fine,” you huffed as you started to pack up the ingredients, his grip loosening on you as he let you clean up.

this would always happen. he’d beg you for something, be it your time or your money, and you’d always comply. not that you’d ever complain though— you loved him too much too care.

when you arrive in his room, he’s lying in bed, all snuggled up in the sheets before you’re peeling them off and climbing over him.

“what’re doin’ y/n?” he groans in annoyance, trying to pull the covers back over him. all while you stop him, holding him down. he shoots you an irritated, yet tired glare.

“just lie back ‘n rest, mams.” you push him down as you palm at his growing erection beneath his sweats. he unconsciously rocks his hips up into your palm, shuddering as one arm covers his flushed face.

you hungrily tug at his sweats before finally slipping them off and tossing them aside, prying at his underwear and letting his hard and heavy cock spring free. your thumb smears his pre-cum across his reddened tip, while watching him shiver under your touch.

licking your lips in anticipation, you pump him a couple of times before your tongue meets his tip and your warm mouth envelops him whole. he sighs in pleasure as you bob your head up and down as far as you can while your hand pumps the rest of him. you spit on his cock as extra lube, swirling your tongue around the tip before dipping down again. you could feel him twitch in your mouth and with your free hand, you squeeze at one of your boobs through a fallen sleeve of your silk nightgown, while licking long stripes up from the base of his cock.

he’s breathing heavily now, watching you carefully through half-lidded eyes. his hand comes up to reach for your hair, bucking his hips up into you. you’re moaning into his cock as it hits the back of your throat again and again, leaving a gurgle of lucid sounds reverberating throughout the room. he loved how messy you were when you sucked him off, you could get cock-drunk off of him so easily and it turned him on.

“ah— fuck… princess, i’m gonna— hah… cum soon.” you glance up at him, only humming in response. you’re pretty face, mouth dripping in spit while stuffed full of his cock had him hypnotised.

so close to his peak, his grip onto your hair tightened. holding onto you, he began to thrust up into your mouth, while also slamming your mouth onto his cock again and again. the sounds that left your mouth were absolutely filthy, as bubbles of your saliva mixed with his pre dribbled down his cock. the muffled moans you let out, echoed through the room and it was only a few moments later, before his grip on you stilled as he came. a thick, warm liquid spilling into your mouth as you lulled your tongue out, waiting for him to finish.

“can you swallow f’ me, sweet thing?” you nod in response, smiling as you take a big gulp of the salty yet slightly sweet liquid. pulling your tongue out again to show him, he stares at you with pure admiration, “that’s my girl.”

before he can reach out to plant a sweet kiss to your lips, he feels your weight against him shift. “y/n what’re you…”

“shhh… just lay down ‘n let me take care of you, baby.” you’re turning around, back faced towards him before grabbing ahold of his cock again. he jerks from the sudden touch from over stimulation.

“so i’m in for a treat, huh?” he watches as you plop both of your thighs on either side of his body. pulling his cock towards you, which was already slick from your previous ministrations, you started to rub your cunt along his length. you sighed in pleasure as it glided along your clit, unaware of how impatient the demon below you was getting. after hearing him groan in a heavy and agitated way, you began to lift yourself up, lining his cock up to your entrance before you sunk down onto him. before you could even process how full you felt, you began to bounce up on his length. grabbing onto his thighs for support, the way he filled you up made you feel so so good you couldn’t help but start to moan, “mmmnh… ma—mmon!”

he stared up at you, the sight of you losing yourself on him drove him wild. the bouncing of your ass let your nightgown obscure the view of your pussy swallowing his cock constantly and the sounds of your squelching pussy and ass smacking against him was so lewd. the burning sensation in your thighs had your pace slowing down before you felt a sharp smack against your ass, letting a whimper escape from your lips.

“doin’ so good f’ me sweetheart, please don’t stop.” in an attempt to keep you going, mammons’ hands clenched onto the sides of your dress, which stuck to your clammy skin, and began to pull you down onto his cock. you began to whine at the pleasure of him, reaching spots that you never knew could be reached. he began to buck into you, letting both your hips connect together with a smack. the chant of your whimpers and mewls of his name, rung like a melody to his ears.

“mam— i’m gonna— cum!”

“then… hah— cum, sweetheart.”

his sweet, playful tone of the nickname you loved rolling off his tongue had you orgasming. he could only thrust a couple more times before the shaking of your thighs and the clenching of your pussy around him, pushed him over the edge, releasing into you, his warm seed filling you right up, and spilling out of you. you both stilled for a moment, catching your breaths.

“you’re so good to me, y/n… i love you.”

you let off a soft chuckle, “i love you t—“

before you could finish, mammon had shoved you face down into the sheets, pushing your thighs up for him. “look at you… all stuffed full of my cum.” he shoved two of his slender fingers into your pussy, which let out a loud squelch and a moan from you. he began to curl his fingers, his thumb reaching to rub at your clit. and before you could even begin to let the pleasure consume you, he had pulled his fingers out, earning an annoyed whine from you. how could he start something he couldn’t even finish?

“don’t worry ‘m not done with you, princess.” you felt his two hands reach for your thighs pushing them further to you, causing your back to arch further into the bed. you then felt something wet and warm prod at your clit, before it began drawing long stripes up and down between your folds. you could hear the loud slurps from mammon, licking up all juices from your pussy. “baby you— mm… taste so good.” the vibration of his voice reaching your core had you sinking even further into the mattress. he was lapping like a starved dog at your pussy, cleaning you right up. his tongue could work miracles on you, you never knew how good receiving head was before you met him. his tongue began to push between your folds and into your cunt, earning him a loud moan of his name.

you turned your head around to watch as his head dipped back and forth into you. bits of his snowy hair stuck to his forehead which was stained with sweat, his eyes furrowed and half-lidded, so intent on making you feel good. he then looked up at you, licking his lips and smiling lopsidedly, “mm… fuck— sorry i said ten minutes didn’t i?” you, in fact, did predict it would take more than ten minutes, slapping a quick note on the kitchen counter that read, ‘sorry, will cook lunch instead. leftovers in fridge if hungry.”

his mouth was decorated with a clear sheen, his chin sparkling from your arousal, “you just taste so good.” he then dipped back down, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing you you to jerk, “ngh— mammon!” his tongue did not slow down and instead, moved quicker, determined to get you to your peak. you’re whines turned into cries for him to stop, his tongue was so good and you couldn’t help squirming from his grip. to stop you, mammon wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking you in place, “mammon— please!” he was too pussy-drunk to listen to your pleas.

before long, a warm liquid sprayed against his mouth, and he chuckled, pulling away from you, “that’s it, princess.”

you’re panting heavy, and you could feel your pussy throb and clench around nothing. he leans over and pulls your jaw to him, pushing his tongue between your lips, forcing you to taste yourself on him. the savoury-sweet flavour, paired with his saliva had you moaning into his mouth and as he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your tongues before it snapped.

his hands then glided from your back to your waist, holding your hips steady, “you can give me one more, right sweet thing?” your only response was a soft nod before he began rubbing his half-hard cock against your folds. your lips were wet and sticky, allowing his cock to get lubed up. his length rubbing against your clit made you shudder and you could feel it growing harder by the second. he let out a low groan as he sunk himself inside of you, becoming enveloped in warmth. you could feel every vein on his cock as it pushed past your lips, stretching your cunt out. “you okay there, princess?” he asked, as he squeezed at one side of your ass.

“mhm,” was all it took for him to start ramming into you. your walls hugged him tightly, feeling the slight curve of his cock. his grip on your hips tightened as he began to snap his hips into you, his angry mushroom head, prodding and poking at your cervix. you let out choked moans and your ass would jiggle every time your hips connected. the smacking of his balls against your ass were so loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole house was awake by now. not that your moaning wasn’t loud enough earlier.

as he drove his hips back and forth, you could slowly feel yourself reaching your climax. a white, creamy ring had begun to form at the base of his cock and he began to quicken the pace, also chasing his high. you started to let out broken whimpers as tears threatened to leave your eyes. he reached out for you, a hand clamping down at the back of your neck, forcing choked sobs to leave your throat. “fuckk princess… will you… hah— let me cum inside?” his hand flew back to your hips, digging into the flesh, while thrusting deeper and faster than he was before.

“YES— please… inside, INSIDE!” you cried. and with that, you felt a hot and sticky load spill into you. you were surprised with how much he had to give you, because it was still spurting out as he pulled out of you.

you felt the mattress sink as he plopped his body next to yours. you smiled, blinking your drowsy eyes at him.

“how was that?” he asked, his deep blue eyes smiling up at you.

“it was good… really good.”

he laughs as he pulls your face to him, kissing you gently. his arms wrap around your body before asking, “wanna clean up ‘n eat breakfast? i’ll help you out.”

you burry your head into his chest, “no, i wanna sleep in.”

operation: keep my girlfriend in bed, was a success ;)

bye i’ve never written so much before. i’ll be back in a leap year lol.

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