#so determined and focused to beat each other but love each other so much at the same time

[astronomysturniolos]

matt sturniolo x gf

surprise surprise

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warnings: pet names, p in v, fingering, kissing, hickey placing, kissing

summary: matt is on tour but what happens when you miss him so much you can’t stand not seeing him anymore, and things take a pleasurable turn for you both

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as i stepped off the plane, excitement bubbled within me like champagne fizzing in a glass. it had been three long months since i last held him, kissed him, felt the warmth of his embrace. but now, the moment was finally here. i could hardly contain my eagerness as i made my way through the bustling airport, my heart pounding in anticipation of our reunion.

the thought of surprising him on tour had kept me going during those lonely nights without him. i had planned every detail, from coordinating with laura, to double checking my arrival remained a secret. the element of surprise was crucial. i wanted to see the shock and joy in his eyes when he laid eyes on me after all this time.

as I approached the venue, my heart fluttered with nervous excitement. would he be thrilled to see me, or would he be caught off guard? doubts crept into my mind, but i brushed them aside, focusing on the overwhelming love and longing that fueled my determination to make this moment unforgettable. checking my appearance in my phone camera, adjusting my hair, and walking into the doors.

with a shaky breath, i waited backstage, hidden from view, as the minutes ticked by like eternity. every sound made me jump with anticipation, imagining that each footstep belonged to him. and then, finally, the moment arrived. i caught a glimpse of him through the curtain, and my heart skipped a beat.

he stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd. my eyes drank in the sight of him, the way his eyes sparkled under the stage lights, the familiar curve of his smile making me already blush. the way his tattoos were enhanced by the spotlight focused on him, and his veins moving everytime he put the mic to his mouth. honestly i didn’t know how much longer i could last without his hands roaming my body.

and then, as if on cue, our eyes met as he glanced to his side, seeing me behind the curtains. time seemed to stand still as recognition dawned on his face, followed by disbelief, then unbridled joy. he has to keep calm because of his fans, but his eyes showed me how much he wanted to run and hug me in the moment.

after the show everyone gave us alone time in the bus. reunited at last. and as he enveloped me in his arms, whispering words of love and gratitude, his hands grazed my ass. warmth already growing in my core. “i missed you so much baby” he whines, still gripping my ass with his head in my neck. “i missed you too matt” i giggle, running my hands through his hair.

“but honestly” i start, as he pulls his head up to make eye contact with me. motioning for me to continue “i think you need to show me just how much you missed me” i say, bringing my hands to his arms, tracing his tattoos.

“oh yeah?” he teases, titling his head at me. and his eyes, piercing through me. i can’t control myself any longer. i nod and instantly attack his lips, like their water and im in a drought. our tongues battling for dominance, even though he always wins.

we walk to the couch never disconnecting from each other, and he towers over me as i’m laid down, my arms keeping me slanted upwards. he starts trailing kisses down my neck. “please matt” i whine, needing him so badly. “what baby, you need something?” he teases, feeling the smile grow on his face against my neck, along with the hickeys already growing. “need you please” i manage to say, my core so hot it can start a fire. “your wish is my command princess” he says before taking his shirt off.

he tugs at the bottom of my pink let’s trip 5 mil shirt, “can i take this off” he asks, as if it is even a question. all i do is nod as he quickly removes it, smiling when he sees i have no bra on. “so perfect baby, just for me hm?” he asks and i just hum in response.

he fumbles with his jeans as i remove mine as well, now we are both just in our underwear, and as i try to take mine off he stops me, taking his thumb on my clit and rubbing circles. a moan slips out my mouth as he continues “you like this, me rubbing on u huh?” he asks, i just nod in reply, but that isn’t enough for him. “use your words gorgeous” he says, still rubbing circles, occasionally sticking a finger inside my underwear. “yes matt. yes.” i say out of breathe.

he rips my underwear off my hips and take his finger and puts it in my pussy and holy fuck did i miss him. his veiny long fingers pushing in and out of me. i groan in pleasure as he continues. “so good matt. so soo good” i ramble, feeling him stick another finger in. still thrusting in and out of me mumbling words of affirmation every couple seconds.

after im finally stretched out enough, i put my hand on his wrist. making him stop, and “i need your dick matt. right now.” comes out of my mouth without warning, and he immediately starts fumbling with his underwear, finally taking it off and holy fucking shit. i forgot how big he was.

he aligns it at my hole, looking at me and i give him a nod of approval. he puts the tip in slowly and we both let out a breathe of relief. he keeps going until he bottoms out and he just lays on top of my for a minute, catching his breathe.

without warning he starts pounding into me, pulling almost fully out before going in again. and i think im seeing stars. this is probably the best sex me and him have had yet. his chain dangling in my face and the sweat dripping onto my nose from his, making me wanna just soak up every ounce of him. he hits the one spot where i let out a pornographic moan, him continuing onto that spot until i feel my release creep onto me.

“i’m close matt” i say, barely audible from all the pleasure. “same.” he breathes out. his thrusts getting sloppy and we hit our highs at the same time. “im coming. shit. i’m coming matt” i repeat, my ears beginning to ring. “me too baby, me too” he says, riding out our highs.

once we finished we just look at eachother and giggle. then my eyes glance to the stove, the clock saying it has been an hour that we have been in here and everyone else is bound to come in any second. “shit matt, it’s been an hour, we have to clean up” i say worried, and he just laughs, “don’t worry baby, there are more problems.” he says, and i look at him confused. i hurriedly get up getting the hint and check the mirror. there are 2 purple spots on my neck.

“matt.” i deadpan in the mirror, looking at him as he just smirks knowingly. “whattt” he says, wrapping his hands around my waist. before i have time to answer the door burst open and chris walks in. “ew, get a room” he says with a look of disgust on his face, going straight to the bunks. me and matt laughing as everyone else follows him inside.

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anna speaks: this is ur time to yell at me im sorry i haven’t writing or even posted in a while but school is kicking my ass but i’m gonna try n be more active!!😜😜

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[stinkysam]

Roronoa Zoro - Well, this is awkward.

Warning : none

Genre : angst-ish

Synopsis : “zoro and his ex boyfriend run into each other again and a lot of old feelings are brought back (maybe they break up due to mutual differences like zoro wanting to become the world best swordsman)” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

He grimaces, eyes wide as he sees you. What the fuck ? That's not what he had expected. What are you doing here ?

He tries to look for his crew to hide amongst them but they got fucking lost as usual and are nowhere to be found. It's not as if he could hide well between 4 people anyway. They should at least be 10.

Shit ! You've spotted him. What to do ? What to do ? He tries to act casual, looking through a window shop as if interested by the clothes displayed.

His heart was beating fast in his chest. Both stressed to see you again and happy. But he wouldn't admit the latter.

You were in the same state, unable to know what to do. Should you greet him ? Has he seen you ? Could you leave if not ? What if he had ?

You take a deep breath and decide to go to him. After all, you were still curious about him and you've heard a lot about the pirate hunter.

“Hey, Zoro.” You call, standing next to him. He hums, acknowledging you, and keeps focusing on what's in front of him. You smile, trying to remain unmoved by his lack of interested response.

“So uh,” You clear your throat. “How are you doing ?”

“Fine…” He glances at you. “And you ?”

“I'm okay…” I miss you, you want to say.

You look at each other, unsure of what to say. You clear your throat again.

“Wanna buy a dress ?” You say, pointing with your head what he was standing in front of.

He grimaces, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh… no. I was uh, trying to avoid you.” He finally admits, hoping his words don't hurt you too much.

“Yeah, I figured. You should've gone inside.” You joke, ignoring the tug at your heart.

He agreed, though he was glad he didn't go in.

“So, pirate hunter, yeah ?”

“Not anymore. On the other side now.” He smiles, finding it a bit funny.

“Oh.” You couldn't help but smile too. “Siding with the marines didn't suit you anyway.”

“I wasn't with the marines.” He defended himself.

“So you're a pirate now ?”

“The future best swordsman in the world, yeah.”

Your smile fell a bit at his words, reminding yourself why you two broke up.

“Ah.”

“I never dropped my dream.” He adds, determination spewing from his words. You frowned. Did he think you dropped yours ?

“Me neither. I will be the best swordsman.” You declared, hand on your heart.

“No. I will.”

You glared at one another for a second, before both looking away with a sigh. It was starting again.

You both wanted to be the best and that's what drove you apart. Being rivals could be tough for a relationship. Unwavering competitiveness, constantly arguing, refusing to show weakness and vulnerability. Slowly you stopped saying “I love you” and began to wonder if you still felt it, that love you had for each other, overshadowed by your bullheaded dreams.

You tried to get rid of your animosity, not wanting it to ruin your sudden reunion. You hadn't left on good terms and wanted to change that.

You looked down, swallowing your pride.

“I missed you.” You say and he looks at you surprised, his heart doing somersault, not believing you would say it.

It's his turn to look down, debating whether he should speak his mind as well. It's true he had missed you too, but he didn't want to restart something that was doomed to fail.

“I… Yeah… I missed you too.” He finally said. Admitting it doesn't mean you two would be a thing again, after all.

Taken by a surge of confidence you continue in your momentum.

“You know, I think I never stopped loving you. Even when we hated each other.”

He looks at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to answer. That's not what he had planned for the day, at all. But his heart felt at ease, happy, beating smoothly in his chest, knowing your feelings for him had never vanished.

He feels bashful, just like the day you asked him out after a sword fight together.

You can see his ears redden along his cheeks, he still doesn't know what to say. Saying “I love you” has never been easy. But he has to say something, he has to tell you the truth.

“I didn't hate you either.” It's not an ‘I love you too’ but it's close, and it'll do.

You smiled, happy to know he felt the same.

“Wanna… grab a beer ?” You ask, wondering if it was too much.

“Yeah.” He simply answers, turning to you, ready to follow you. It was just a drink. Not the start of anything if not of your renewed friendship.

#male reader #m!reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro x male reader #opla #opla zoro #opla x male reader #opla imagine #one piece imagine #one piece x male reader #one piece live action #one piece

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU LABELED THEM AS A FRIEND (as a Prank)

CHARACTER(S): Baji . Ran . Wakasa

WARNING/S: cursing and a bit suggestive in Baji's part

Keisuke Baji

It was Saturday in the late afternoon, You sat on the couch wrapped around your boyfriend's arms, legs tangled with each other when your phone rang. reluctantly you pick up the phone as you sat up with you still cuddled into his side. all the while Baji was focused on the TV that was playing his favourite TV show.

He didn't pay much attention to your conversation just hearing bits and pieces of it, he was just minding his own business that is until he heard you say;

"Not much, I'm with a friend right now"

Baji pauses the TV in a heartbeat, a scowl present on his face which you only returned with an innocent confused gaze.

"who is that? tell me I didn't just hear what I heard you say" he said as he extend his hand to grab your phone but you were quick to dodge and distance yourself away from him, but you didn't even reach far as he has his gentle grip on you, determined to grab your phone - which he succeeded.

Baji always resorts to violence before anything so it's no surprise that he didn't even bother to check the caller ID before he began speaking nonsense.

"This is her boyfriend you a**hole, and before you say anything just you know I can fu*king fight"

There was complete silence on the other end and when Baji thinks he won he can't help but look up as you chuckle and a familiar voice speaks on the other end. "Uhm...I know Baji-san"

Baji watched you with the furrowed eyebrow as you completely lost it and laugh "It was Chifuyu, I wanted to see how you'll react, I was just messing with you babe"

while you laughed, Baji's eyebrows only bent in annoyance, before he sigh in relief, "Chifuyu I'll call you later" he grumpily mumbled before ending the call and making his way towards you, he leaned down and whispered into your ears.

"I've been soft these past weeks, I think you need a proper reminder of who you belong to"

RAN HAITANI

You boredly stare at your boyfriend beating who knows who for the last couple of minutes, with the scene being almost a daily occurrence you thought you'll get used to it but violence during a date gets annoying, especially when Ran seems to enjoy it more than the date itself.

Ran heard your phone ring but didn't think much of it as he pummel the poor delinquent to the ground. he does enjoy it, the thrill of the fight but the thrill he got with spending time with you is a different matter.

"no I'm not busy, I'm just hanging out with a friend"

though that got Ran's head whipping to your direction with his full attention quickly shiting to you, a playful grin quickly dances across his lips as he quickly catches on to what's going.

"that doesn't sound right -" he grins, stepping over the delinquent on the ground to make his way towards you, without breaking eye contact

"-it's an incredibly handsome friend" he whispered once he was close enough to you, his long limbs of hand immediately wrapping themself around your waist to pull you closer to him.

Ran heard what sounded to be a man on the other end of the line say something, but the way your look at him tells him you didn't hear a single word on it "sorry I didn't catch that? my... incredibly handsome friend was talking to me" you chuckled earning a satisfied grin from Ran.

"Yeah, I'll call you later"

as soon as you ended the call, Ran took hold of your hand, intertwined them together, and pulled you away from the bloody scene.

"let's go"

"Where to? how about your work?" you asked pointing to the pile of delinquents behind you two, which Ran only shrug.

"don't worry about it, this incredibly handsome friend of yours is gonna take you out to dinner before some asshole thinks he has a chance with you"

"This is why I love you" you replied, your plan perfectly working

"that was Rin by the way"

WAKASA IMAUSHI

you sigh for the 3rd time in the last hour, for the last couple of minutes you had tried to do stupid things just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend who appears to be bored all the time but it was as if it fell into deaf ears. luckily a phone call had saved the day.

You get on a call, close enough with Wakasa that he can overhear your conversation. there was nothing strange about it, so he didn't mind it one bit, not until you turned sideways and made eye contact with him before answering the other person on the line.

"I'm actually with a friend right now, how about we just get dinner later?" He looks back at you, the subtlest furrow on his eyebrow.

"a friend?" he asked pointing to himself in disbelief, the action leaving you feeling pride for getting a reaction out of him. You didn't respond to him, instead, you just put your finger over your mouth, indicating to him to be quiet, further annoying him.

he swiftly reaches for your phone and puts it over his ear, without breaking eye contact with you.

"This is her boyfriend, and she's not getting dinner with you anytime soon since she'll be busy with me so stop calling this number" he calmly said before ending the call not even letting the other person on the other end say anything.

"what?" he asked as you stared at him in awe

"That was so hot" you mumbled completely catching him off guard as he handed you back the phone, which you happily took feeling happy for some reason. "Stop talking to strangers" he cooly mumbled giving you lazy droopy eyes that you love.

"that was Shinichiro"

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

you can pick which Leo. For fun. But you know how Leo always looks at his love interests with complete adoration, can I possibly get a scenario of his s/o being like “I really love the way you look at me sometimes?”

Eyes Of Love (Fluff)

IDW!Leonardo x reader

A/N: The lucky wheel chose IDW Leo for you. A short one this time, but I still thought it was cute. Hope you enjoy💙

Warnings: Spelling💙

Leonardo had always been known for his great control, both over his actions and emotions. He was focused, able to reach his goals within a very short time, all due to his well timed and thought out actions that brought him there. But there was one area where Leo had a hard time controlling himself, where it almost seemed impossible for him to keep his actions and emotions in check; you.

When Leo first met you, he fell for you hard, developing a crush on you that kept him awake at night, thinking about you with a happy beat of his heart. But for the first time, Leo wasn’t able to control himself. He would feel himself get nervous whenever you were around, focusing more on your presence than the task at hand, which often had landed Leo in some serious mishaps during training, causing his brothers much amusement.

But of course Leo’s nervous little crush grew stronger, and before long he finally managed to pull himself together, using the determination and focus he had trained in this life and his past one. He finally confessed his feelings for you, and asked you out on a night stroll around New York. And to his delight, you accepted, letting him know that you reciprocated his feelings.

During that date, you and Leo had your first kiss, sitting on top of an apartment building, overlooking the streets below. A small sweet kiss, mirroring the sweet and soft feelings you and Leo had for each other. And that was the start of you and Leo’s relationship as more than just friends.

But even as your relationship developed, only getting stronger and more serious, Leo still lacked a certain amount of control when you were around. Mainly the ability to control his eyes. Whenever you were in the room, or your voice could be heard in the next room, Leo’s eyes would automatically search for you. And as soon as his eyes landed on you, they would stay there, finding peace in the knowledge that you were close by.

You had of course noticed your boyfriend’s eyes lingering on you, butterflies erupting in your stomach when you saw the adoring look in his eyes. Even back when you were nothing but friends he would look at you like that, and even back then your stomach tingled at the way he would look at you. To say that you liked the way Leo was looking at you, was an understatement - you loved it! Even when you were sitting together, just you and him, either at the dining table, on the couch, or maybe even lying in bed, he would look at you like that, listening to your every word while he took in all of your features, feeling his love for you grow even stronger.

One Friday evening, you were laying with Leo on your couch, telling him about your day at work. Leo was nodding along to every word you spoke, a small smile spreading across his face, as his eyes took in your features once more. Your beautiful eyes, and the shapes your pretty mouth made as you spoke. He once again questioned how he was so lucky, that the universe decided to let him have you. Whoever he was in his past life, he must really have been a good person in order to be rewarded so well.

However, Leo was soon pulled out of his thoughts about what a gift you were, had the sound of your small giggles.

“What’s so funny?”, Leo asked with a smile.

“I really love the way you look at me”, you smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, so that you could rest your chin against his plastron, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “It makes me feel like I’m beautiful”.

“That’s because you are”, Leo smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You are beautiful, and I love to look at you”.

You smiled brightly, titling your head upwards, pushing your lips forwards, asking him for a kiss. And with a smile, Leo gave you what you asked for, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arm around you, making sure both of you were lying comfortably, before asking you to continue telling him about your day.

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[mariacallous]

(JTA) — As we mark the grim second anniversary of the Ukraine conflict this Shabbat, I’m reminded of a haunting melody I heard in the city of Poltava last month.

I was standing before Sonia Bunina, a plucky 17-year-old, when she opened her mouth to sing when an air raid siren rang out.

I flinched. Not Sonia — she didn’t miss a beat.

“Kol haolam kulo gesher t’zar meod, veha’ikar lo lifached k’lal,” she belted out before seeking shelter. “The whole world is a very narrow bridge, and the most important thing is to have no fear at all.”

Sonia, like so many Jews I know in Ukraine, is many things — determined, grieving, focused — but she’s certainly not cowering.

As she sang those words by Rebbe Nachman of Breslov — the Ukrainian Jewish sage whose followers continue to come by the tens of thousands to his grave in Uman annually — she embodied the prayer’s indomitable spirit.

Sonia and I met outside Poltava’s Hesed, part of the network of Jewish humanitarian hubs founded by my organization — the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee, or JDC — more than three decades ago. Today they’re a lifeline to tens of thousands of Jews facing loss and strife. Since she was a toddler, Sonia has been attending activities at Hesed — her mother coordinates cultural programs for the elderly, and she connects teen volunteers like herself with isolated seniors, a critical source of comfort these last two years.

These days, traveling to Ukraine feels like a pilgrimage — there’s a pull in my soul to visit family near Lviv, to bear witness to Ukrainian Jewish resilience, and to be inspired by the clarity of purpose that is so palpable there. Since my first trip in 2011, I’ve been eight times. Last year, I wrote about how a year of crisis had transformed the ordinary into the sacred in Ukraine. Now, visiting feels even more essential with the worsening humanitarian situation.

Ukrainian Jews aren’t blasé about these challenges — far from it. Just take the delicate ballet of emotions on their faces when checking their phones during an air alert — contacting loved ones, scrolling through photos of devastation, and analyzing Telegram chats speculating on a given rocket’s make and trajectory.

But life goes on — there’s work to do — and though they’ve lost so much, they refuse to give any more away.

Showing up for each other, whatever it takes, is now baked into their very essence as Jews, and in Ukraine, there are tens of thousands to serve — hungry old women and displaced young families, disabled Holocaust survivors and stunned middle-aged professionals, shocked to now need help when they were once donors and volunteers.

They act fearlessly to ensure their communities make it through this crisis, body and soul intact. Can we expect anything less than boundless creativity from the people who birthed Sholem Aleichem and the Baal Shem Tov?

“These bombings, all these things that are killing people, destroying houses, leaving children homeless … it’s very scary,” Galina Limarenko, an 82-year-old retired nurse, told me in her small bedroom in Berezivka, taking note of the warm blanket, firewood, and other winter supplies my colleagues provided. “Thank God for the Jewish community, which never gives up and always shares even their very last piece of bread.”

I saw that irrepressible spirit again at our Beit Dan JCC in battered Kharkiv — a shapeshifting wellspring of strength just a few dozen kilometers from the eastern border. Shortly after Feb. 24, 2022, the center became a staging ground for truckloads of emergency aid — part of the 800 tons of humanitarian assistance we’ve delivered so far.

A few blocks from missile strikes, it now hosts children’s camps and soulful Shabbat services and operates a “kids hub,” offering academic enrichment to children who haven’t had in-person school for years — robbed of normal childhood by the pandemic and now the ongoing crisis.

And amidst blizzards and blackouts, Beit Dan has also become a “warm hub,” a safe place for beleaguered Jewish Kharkivites to charge their devices and obtain a hot drink and warm meal.

“If you share in our pain, and provide support where it’s needed, I’m forever grateful,” said Nika Simonova, Beit Dan’s program director. “The ability to remain human is the main thing. Done right, I believe that can save the world.”

That’s why we at JDC, aided by a coalition of partners including the Jewish Federations, Claims Conference, and International Fellowship of Christians and Jews, deployed a historic response to this conflict and remain committed to the Jewish future here.

We’re focused on ongoing humanitarian support for more than 41,000 Ukrainian Jews, expanding trauma relief, closing children’s educational gaps, and getting unemployed Jewish community members, among millions of Ukrainians plunged into poverty, back to work.

There is no doubt that the Jewish world is now responding to crises on multiple fronts, including this one, but we have been here so many times before. We must draw strength from our history and from the sure knowledge that this is what we’re built for. Our compassion and commitment, when leveraged with that timeless sense of mutual Jewish responsibility, means we can tackle the challenges we face — and come out on the other side even stronger.

As I walked through Lviv on my last day in Ukraine, I asked my cousin Anna Saprun, a 25-year-old business analyst, how this period has changed her.

“I hate what’s brought me here, but I love who I’ve become,” she said with a fierce and feisty smile. “Nothing scares me anymore. I feel powerful.”

Two years after the conflict began, Ukraine’s Jews are inspired anew each day, resolute in the sure knowledge that they know exactly who they’re working for — each other.

[mildkleptomaniac]

eyes on the prize — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ hi honey!!! i love you work so so much!! i was wondering if you could do a jj maybank x fem!reader imagine where their dating. the pogues are playing volleyball at the beach and jj and reader are on opposite teams and the reader is laughing with sarah and kiera and jj keeps looking at her and just admiring her causing her to accidentally hit him in the head with the volleyball. maybe some fluff at the end?? totally okay if you chose to ignore this 🤍🤍 ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alluding to smut, kie slamming a ball into jj’s beautiful face

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: eyes on the prize, boy. he knows it. 

All the Pogues gathered on the beach, enjoying a game of volleyball. Another hot, sunny day in Outer Banks, where the sand felt a bit too hot to play on, the air was thick with the smell of salt water and sunscreen, and waves crashing against the shore. Some of the Pogues, Kie and John B, took the match of volleyball a little too serious, whereas Sarah and JJ were bantering with each other across the sandy court. 

Boys against the girls always posed an interesting match. Despite being on opposite teams, it didn’t halt JJ from admiring his girlfriend. Y/N’s golden skin glistened in the warmth of the sun, strands of her hair poking out from her ponytail.  JJ attempting to focus on the game became grueling, especially wearing her tight shorts and a bikini top. 

“Hey JJ, keep your eyes on the prize,” John B patted his friend’s shoulder. 

“They’re most definitely on the prize, dude.” JJ retorted, winking at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and Kie and Sarah nudged her. JJ couldn’t quite pick up what they were talking about, but he later assumed it was their next play. 

“JJ, do you need to take a breather? You’re zoning in and out, man.” Pope questioned, an underlying teasing to his tone. 

“Nah, nah, I’m focused. I’m great,” He reassured. But something about hearing his girlfriend’s laughter, the dimples on her face, and seeing her cheer when they score did something to JJ. Eyes glued onto her when she bent down over their cooler to sip on a drink, splashing water on her body to cool her off. 

At this point in the game, everyone’s muscle began to burn and head pounding from the sun. Kie and John B refused to take any more breaks, determined to win. 

Kie took JJ’s weakness as a prime opportunity to get the winning point. Perhaps Kie served the ball over the net a little too enthusiastically since the leather casing bounced right off of JJ’s face and continued to fly in the wrong direction. A moment of shock coursed through everyone, mouths agape or eyes widening. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of pain and confusion on his face.

Y/N rushed underneath the net to her boyfriend, the rest of the Pogues circling around the blonde. “Are you okay?” She asked, concern etched on her face. He held his face in pain, trying to conceal any sight of actual pain he might be in. She tried peeking at the spot of injury, before he dropped his hand. Swelling around his eye that might leave a bruise in the morning. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," He reassured her, rubbing his head. "Just a little bit dizzy." JJ sounded dazed.

“A little? I’m pretty sure Kie was trying to behead you with that serve.” Pope teased, laughter following after. 

“Hey–I just really wanted to break the tie and win the game. Is that too much to ask for? I really didn’t mean to aim for his head.” Kie threw her hands up in surrender. 

“Hmm…killing our best friend or winning the game…” Sarah pondered for a moment, taping her chin. “I think having JJ alive outweighs the first place title, right?”

“No, I would’ve done the same thing if it meant I got bragging rights.” John B shrugged, a smiling forming afterwards. JJ rolled his eyes, leaning on his girlfriend for support. 

“Techincally, the ball went out of court…after it bounced off of JJ’s head.” Pope shot a look at Kie. The couples got into a petty argument about who won the game, but quickly decided to have a final rematch. Y/N and JJ decided to sit it out and relax on the towel near the court. 

JJ laid his head in his girlfriend’s lap, eyes squinting to protect himself from the harsh rays. She ran her hand through his hair, watching the game intently, while the other held an icy bottle to his forehead. Occasionally, she check on the boy in her lap–making sure he didn’t fall asleep. 

“Drink some water too, I’m nervous you have a concussion.” Instead of making a witty remark, JJ listened to his girlfriend and sat up to stay hydrated. As he downed several bottles of water, she rubbed his back and kissed his freckled shoulders. 

“Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N.” He smiled weakly and slipped his hand into hers, giving squeeze. 

“Of course,” She squeezed his hand back, looking at the welt. “Isn’t taking care of you what love is about?” Y/N smiled, before kissing his cheek. The tension in his shoulders dropped, leaning his head against hers. Sometimes he just needed a verbal reminder that someone loved him and it happened to be Y/N. 

He closed his eyes and sighed in content, “Maybe I should get hurt more.”

“Most definitely not–maybe we should just play on the same team next time so you won’t get distracted.” She teased.

“Depending on positions, I’ll still get distracted.” He confessed, which led to Y/N gasping and nudging her boyfriend. 

“You’re distracting too, y’know, but looks like I can handle it better.” Y/N mused, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at her own statement. 

“Hm, maybe we can handle this situation in another way? Looks like they won’t be finishing up this match any time soon…and the van is empty…” JJ alluded, looking at his girlfriend with a cocked eyebrow. 

“You’re definitely feeling better, aren’t you?” 

“I know what would make me feel 100% better,” He whispered, now planting kisses on her shoulder. She sighed, looking at her friends chase the ball around. 

“Let’s do it,” The two scrambled upwards, before JJ dragging her into the van. 

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #( jj maybank ) #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagines

[kmgkmg]

LOVE FOOL - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

word count: 0.6k…

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend are out and about being affectionate and just obnoxiously cute!

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!seungcheol, established relationship, domestic

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: title is taken from the song love fool by exo! the fic is largely based on this pic hehe <3 first seungcheol fic so hope yall enjoy it!

“Doesn’t that sculpture look like a bunch of grapes?” Seungcheol asks you, pointing to the abstract sculpture in the near distance. 

“It does!” You agree excitedly at his discovery, to which your boyfriend lights up.

He lets his eyes wander on the sculpture for a while more before continuing to walk. The two of you were out for another one of your sweet dates, walking around the city after watching a movie at the theaters. 

Still standing in front of the sculpture, you call out to him, “Let me take some pics of you in front of it.”

He turns back, seeing you motion him over with your hands. “In front of this?” 

“Yeah! It has its own artistic aesthetic, no? Perfect for Instagram.” You explain whilst enthusiastically pulling your phone out in preparation. There were several passersby, but you continued to be unaffected by their stares, solely focused on your boyfriend.  

Seungcheol sees how much you want to take his pictures and lightly jogs back over to you. He’s used to your antics, well aware of how much you enjoyed taking pictures to remember the events of the day.

“There it is, Cheol! Your perfect smile.” 

He notices that you’re grinning from ear to ear. Seungcheol always thought your smile was infectious, but today proved it once again. Unable to contain his own joy, his smile only grows wider at your happiness. He poses with great focus, starting to care less and less about the people around you. 

“Now silly poses!” You direct him, acting playful behind your phone’s camera. He covers his mouth slightly with his hand, trying his best to stifle his laughter. 

An elderly couple approaches you, undetected by you since you were determined to take the best photos of Seungcheol. Seungcheol’s smile falters slightly at the strangers walking to you, stopping his poses. 

“Young love,” the elderly man starts, “this is the best time. Let us take pictures of the two of you together! You resemble my partner and I when we first started dating.” 

You finally look away from Seungcheol, diverting your attention to the source of the words just spoken. An elderly man stood behind you, waiting for your reply to his offer with a small smile and a hint of nostalgia behind it. The couple were still linking arms, clearly in love with each other. Your gaze drifted to their hands, noticed the wrinkled state of them, but both were wearing well-kept rings around their ring fingers. 

“Aw, we would love that!” You answer warmly, carefully passing your phone to him. 

Having not been able to hear your conversation, Seungcheol is frozen in front of the sculpture. You head in his direction, an action that only confuses him more. The puzzlement on his face makes you smirk, before filling him in. Seungcheol nods, moving over so that both of you are centered in the photo. 

He glances over to you beside him, still beaming with a peace sign placed near your face. On the count of three, Seungcheol turns and places a quick peck on your cheek. He loved giving you wet kisses, so he ended the kiss with a loud smooch. Your head whips in his direction, putting your hand up to your face to feel the wetness he left. 

Faking disgust, you rub his spit off your face. “Gross!” 

“What can I say? You make me a fool, Y/N.” Seungcheol shrugs, looking back towards your phone. 

Without missing a beat, you reply to him. “A fool? Then, call me a love fool since I’m completely in love with you.” 

You look at each other adoringly, happy to have met.

“Say cheese!” The elderly man’s spouse instructs, making you both tense up, realizing how distracted you were. 

Seungcheol mumbles through his smile, “That makes two love fools.”

#kpopccc #klabels #kflixnet #caratwritersclub #kwritersworldnet #k-vanity #seventeen #svt #scoups #seungcheol #scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #svt fluff #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol #scoups oneshot #seungcheol oneshot #scoups drabble #seungcheol drabble #kmgkmgoriginal

[thefrogdalorian]

Pieces

Word Count: 3046 Rating: Teen Summary: Your worst fears are almost realised when Din returns from his latest job with the New Republic injured and distressed. Despite your emotions, you diligently tend to his wounds and put his pieces back together. Content Warnings: Descriptions of blood/injuries, mentioned violence against children and non-sexual nudity. Author's Note: Well I got back from my trip late last night and I just needed to get this thing out of me today. I had a great time seeing my friends but man I missed sitting down and writing!! This was meant to be way softer but it went a bit dark with the descriptions of what Din saw, oops. Anyway, I just love writing someone taking care of this poor, stressed man. He deserves everything and I want to squeeze him tightly and rub his scalp just like reader in this fic.

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Your heart constricted as you gazed at the torn flesh and thick red liquid that streaked a terrible path down Din’s unusually pale face. The cut just above his eye was, mercifully, not too deep; although, there was still a considerable amount of blood that was flowing from it, disturbed by the Bacta wipe that you had carefully dabbed over the scab that had formed during the hours Din had spent cooped up in a cockpit while returning from his latest job with the New Republic. You shook your head slightly as you took him in, a gesture borne out of both your gratitude that he had not suffered more serious harm and your annoyance that he had even been in such a position in the first place. 

Despite your shaky hands as you clasped the wipe tightly between your fingers, you were trying to project calmness for Din. It was proving an increasingly difficult task, given the distressing thoughts that were currently racing through your mind. You knew things could have been worse than just a few superficial cuts and bruises and that you should be grateful above all else. But what if Din had never made it home and instead you had been greeted by the sight of a New Republic pilot in distinctive orange uniform, standing at your door to impart the worst possible news and send your world tumbling down around you in the process? You tried to focus on the task at hand. But it was a dark thought that your brain seemed determined to constantly remind you of, sending a pang of sickness to the pit of your stomach each time. 

You had already cleaned several smaller cuts with a Bacta wipe, but now you focused your attention on the largest of them all. It was an angry red mark situated just above Din’s left eyebrow. The sight of it caused your heart to constrict once again at the reminder of the pummelling Din had taken. He was no stranger to physical altercations, that much you knew, but judging by the scant details he had provided you with before you had started treating him, he had been lucky to escape the planet with his life. 

You paused your ministrations temporarily; Din looked at you before swiftly averting his gaze once you met it. But you had locked eyes long enough to notice that his brown eyes were misty with an emotion you could not quite place. Din looked embarrassed, apologetic and scared all at once–you wanted to gather him tightly into your arms and never allow him to leave your sight again. He looked so small, so childlike… as though he was just a scared little boy who had taken a beating, not a grown adult man with broad shoulders and a hulking frame that intimidated most people he encountered, with a reputation as a formidable former bounty-hunter. The part of you that urged to hold him tightly was warring with the other part of you that wanted to scream at him until you were blue in the face, furious at how reckless he had been. 

Did he not realise how utterly devastated you would be if something happened to him? How lost and afraid Grogu would be? The two of you relied on him so much. You loved him so much… your lives would never be the same if something terrible happened to him. You had been lucky this time that the injuries looked far more serious than they actually were. 

Despite how long you had had to adjust to the shock, you could still feel your heart pounding deep inside your chest. Your body had not recovered from the shock of the first glimpse of Din standing there, just standing inside your cabin, having freshly removed his helmet to reveal a sickening array of cuts and bruises that littered his handsome face. Your mouth was dry and it felt like you had a mouthful of Tattooinian sand stuck to your tongue; your pulse boomed in your ears as you finished wiping the cut with trembling fingers.

A natural medic, you were not. But the sight of the man you adored in pain had sent you striding towards the cupboard where Din’s Med kit was stored without hesitation, despite his protestations from behind you that he could take care of himself. You knew that Din was more than capable of tending to his own wounds. After all, he had spent so much of his adult life alone. But that fact did not mean he needed to be a martyr anymore, especially now that he had you.

Din had placed an already-asleep Grogu in his room before he returned to the kitchen and gingerly lowered himself onto a chair at the table while you prepared the materials you would need to care for him properly. Fortunately, you were well stocked-up with Bacta. Its healing properties were infamous across the galaxy. Although it was a precious commodity, with an accompanying hefty price tag, it was a vital resource for someone with as physically demanding a job as Din.

Din had been brave throughout the entire process, but now that you were finally treating the largest and deepest of the myriad cuts he had obtained, the steely mask was starting to slip. Your chest ached as you noticed a single tear streak its way down his cheek, mixing with the thick red blood that had already settled there.

“Din…” You whispered, tenderly cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand. Din further squeezed shut his already closed eyes and exhaled shakily. “I’m almost finished.”

He weakly nodded as you grabbed a Bacta patch from the Med Kit on the table and carefully took it from its wrapping. Din sharply inhaled as you placed it over the sensitive wound, the injury still clearly troubling him despite the careful attention you had focused on the appalling cut.

“There we go. That should get to work quickly,” You offered, despite knowing that Din had far more intimate knowledge of what healing from wounds entailed than you could ever hope to possess. 

Din nodded and opened his eyes slowly. But there was no warmth in those brown eyes you loved so much. They were glassy, pained; the crinkles around Din’s eyes and the wrinkles lined his forehead seemed deepened and more drawn than usual, too. A legacy of the agonising ordeal.

“Thank you,” Din whispered. His ordinarily strong, firm voice was now quiet and shaky. 

Any desire you had to lecture Din about how reckless he was for endangering himself and remind him of how terrified you were of losing him, was extinguished in an instant. The sight of him before you, broken and subdued had refocused your priorities. The time to discuss the nature of Din’s work and how much it concerned you would come. But, for now, the most important thing was to put the pieces of Din that had clearly been shattered by whatever ordeal he had just experienced back together. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You gently asked, simultaneously not wanting to pry but likewise to give him the opportunity to discuss his feelings. 

Din nodded slowly. You reached out and placed your hands on his large hands, stroking them lightly and feeling the soft flesh and dark hairs beneath your fingertips. 

“Okay, Din,” You breathed, “I’m here.”

“I was tracking a target on Numidian Prime. He was accused of smuggling weapons for Imperial remnants. It’s a forest planet, plenty of undergrowth for us to hide in,” Din explained, his eyes focused on your joined hands as he struggled to make eye contact. “I thought things would be over relatively quickly. I was gathering intelligence and preparing to strike later. Until… I saw where he was heading.”

“He was armed to the teeth with the weapons. I was supposed only to watch him, but then I saw him approaching a village. It was a tiny settlement, surrounded by plants on all sides. They would have been defenceless… they had no warning. I wasn’t supposed to intervene, the guy was known to be lethal. But, cyare… there were…” Din squeezed his eyes shut again. “There were children, playing outside the huts. I left Grogu in a safe spot, sealed in his pod. Then I went after them. The kids… I had to try and save them,” Din’s voice was quivering now. His eyes flew open, meeting yours. The look in them was chilling: haunted by the sights he had seen. “I was too late,” Din finished the terrible account of affairs. His brown eyes were staring through you, distant. 

“Oh, Din,” You whispered, tears forming in your own eyes at his distress.

“After he… had finished with them, he turned around and saw me. I underestimated how well equipped he was. All I could do was turn and run. I got away by a hair’s breadth. Grogu did his best but… my injuries were more than his little body could cope with. What if he had pushed his powers too far? What if it was him in that village?”

“Din, listen to me,” You said firmly, surprised at the strength of your voice. Din’s eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in shock. You grabbed his face in your hands again and stroked his cheeks carefully. “Neither of those things happened. Grogu is safe, sleeping soundly in his cot. Despite the risk you took, you did the right thing. But there was absolutely nothing you could have done. He was an evil man who was hellbent on destruction. He did a terrible thing to innocent people. You are a good man, you tried your best to stop him," You paused, searching Din's face to gauge whether your words were resonating with him. Din nodded slowly in response, so you continued: "But you cannot fix everything in the galaxy. Evil is always going to exist. Thank the Force that the worst did not happen, you got to come home to your home, to your family. I love you so much and Grogu does too. What we would do without you… well, I don’t know. Every time you leave… I fear you will never return. That thought terrifies me. I don’t want to lose you”

Din’s eyes squeezed shut again, tears freely flowing down his cheeks. “I don’t want to leave you,” He sniffled. 

“I know, I know,” You soothed, wiping the tears with your thumbs. “Look, it’s been a long day. Let's get you cleaned up in the fresher, then we should get some rest.”

You were both fearful of Din upsetting himself further with such fresh injuries and mindful of the fact he still wore his beskar’gam. Luckily, your gentle suggestion was met with a small nod. You took his gloveless hands and pulled him to his feet, leading him to the fresher.

Din’s hands were shaking and he was struggling with his vambraces. The clasps that he had fastened and unfastened countless times as part of the solemn daily routine of attaching his beskar’gam as a proud Mandalorian were proving problematic after his ordeal.

“Let me,” You said softly, your fingers moving to the clasps to assist him. You moved to his shoulder pauldrons and carefully removed his bandolier and belt before turning your attention to his chest plate. Din nodded in gratitude before he moved to remove the various pieces that remained, now able to move more freely with the top half of his body unencumbered by the heavy, restrictive armour.

While Din removed the final pieces of his armour, you removed your own garments, before you stepped into the shower and turned the jets to the hottest and most powerful settings. The curtain rustled slightly as Din joined you, his body now completely bared to you.

The sight of Din undressed never ceased to take your breath away. His broad shoulders, toned body and waist were certainly a feast for your eyes. But after the arduous day you had endured, there was no sensual element provoked by your nude forms in close proximity. 

You took the sponge from the shelf in the shower and ran it under the jets, before lathering it with Din’s favourite scented soap. You motioned for him to step closer and he tentatively approached. Din positioned himself under the hot jets, his broad back facing you. You ran the sponge over the expanse of his tan skin, which had mercifully regained its colour compared to how pale he had looked as you began treating his injuries, watching in awe as his shoulders visibly relaxed. The tension and knots visible in the muscles beneath his skin dissipated with each careful brush of the sponge across his soft skin.

Din sighed deeply, clearly appreciating your ministrations. You were grateful that you could bring him some comfort after everything he had been through. He turned to face you slowly, until he was now facing you. His eyes had regained some of their vibrancy and his face seemed less haunted. Emboldened by how much your touches had seemingly helped Din to regain his spark, you paid similar care to his front, careful to avoid wetting the Bacta patch you had placed on the cut above his eyebrow.

"Turn around and tilt your head back," You instructed, intending to wash Din's hair. 

Din complied and you reached for the bottle on the shelf. You squeezed the bottle and the thick, sweet-smelling product he used for his hair emptied into your palms. You rubbed your hands together, creating a lather before you reached your hands into his curls. You ensured the product was evenly spread throughout his hair and raked your nails across his scalp, just the way you knew he liked it.

“Thank you, cyare,” Din practically purred.

“You’re welcome,” You replied, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as he turned to face you once more.

You went to shut off the water but Din’s hand flew out. He gently grabbed your wrist to prevent you from stopping the hot jets raining down on you.

“No, now let me take care of you. Turn around,” Din whispered. 

“Din, it’s fine–” You started.

“No,” Din’s low voice cut you off. “You’ve taken care of me enough today. Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”

You rolled your eyes and affectionately scoffed as you complied with his demand. But such a flippant response was soon replaced by a deep, blissful sigh as Din began to take care of you. For such a hulking man who had undergone extensive training as a ruthless warrior he was achingly gentle at times. Din dutifully washed your body, even using his enormous hands to massage your shoulders. Once satisfied with his handiwork, he shut the jets off and grabbed your hand, leading you to the fluffy towels you had placed on the counter.

As the two of you towelled yourselves off, you glanced over at Din and were relieved to see the shift in his demeanour. No doubt the harrowing, emotional sights of the day would take longer to heal than the physical wounds he had sustained. But at least he seemed calmer and closer to the man who had left your cabin for the fateful job on Numidian Prime just a few days ago. Din yawned as he dressed in the soft cotton garments he wore to sleep in and you were grateful that he seemed tired enough to rest.

Din took your hand carefully and you walked together into your room, clambering between the soft sheets of your cot. Din moved to pull you into him, the position you usually took up while sleeping. But you shook your head to stop him.

“Let me hold you,” You whispered into Din’s ear, placing another soft kiss on his cheek. Din nodded and rolled over, his back facing you. 

You buried your nose into the short, dark brown curls that lay at the nape of Din’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent as your arms squeezed him tightly, hands joined on his stomach as his larger hands came to rest on yours.

You turned the light off and were about to open your mouth to say goodnight Din’s deep voice rumbled next to you.

“That was my last job with the New Republic,” Din whispered decisively into the darkness. "I won't put you through it anymore. I'm sorry for putting you through it for so long."

You silently thanked Maker that he had reached this decision without need for a grand screaming match where you had to talk sense into him. Din Djarin was not a reckless man when it came to his loved ones. He cared deeply about others. It was precisely that compassionate side of him that you had first fallen for. But it was also the side of him that had come so close to costing you everything.

"Thank you, Din," You said gratefully. "I love you. It has been unpleasant, all the uncertainty. But I will always be here to put you back together, should you ever need me to."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you. I love you more deeply than I ever thought possible," Din said, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it softly.

"You deserve everything nice and all the love in this galaxy, Din Djarin," You replied sincerely as you squeezed him tightly.

"Goodnight, cyare," Din said sleepily. The combination of your tight embrace and words had the desired effect and he was already beginning to drift off into slumber.

"Goodnight, Din," You hummed.

You lay there for a few more minutes, feeling completely at peace. You knew that the man that you loved was safe in your arms, content and relaxed about the future.

There would be no more stressful periods of waiting around for Din to return from jobs ahead. No more fearing what terrible sight would greet you when he walked through the door. Din had survived this ordeal without grave injury. The worst had not happened. The worst was not going to happen.

You had a life to look forward to together, yet you were not naive enough to believe that a life with Din Djarin would be a simple one. 

Still, you knew you would always be there to put Din's pieces back together. 

#my fics #din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal characters #idk what writing this today says about my mental state but lets not analyse that rn #ANYWAY DIN DJARIN GETS A HUG EVERYONE CHEERED

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 3- Exhibitionism

Bishop Losa x fem!reader

Word count- 1.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fingering, public sex, hint at a bj,dirty talk, praise kink, cum eating, reader wears short shorts and a low cut top, no use of y/n

Notes- I had SO much fun writing this one y'all have no idea! And it was something a little different for me too! Prompt list made by me. Enjoy!

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“Nice shot, baby,” Bishop purred as you sank another ball in the net.

The two of you played pool in the clubhouse while everyone else gathered and drank and laughed. Angel and Coco played darts in the corner, and they squabled like siblings when each thought the other was losing. Visitors from other chapters of the Mayans filled the clubhouse, and everyone was having a great time.

But all Bishop could focus on was you. How sexy you looked when you bent over the pool table to take your shot. How your brow furrowed in concentration, your determination to beat him apparent on your face. How your breasts started to spill out of your top. How your shorts were just short enough to show a little hint of asscheck, something Bishop always loved.

Vaguely, you were aware of Bishop's heavy gaze on you, but you were too focused on your shot to put your full attention to. You cursed under your breath when you missed your next shot, but when you turned to him next to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat lined your brow, and it wasn’t just from the heat inside the space.

Bishop eyed you up and down with a smirk on his face, “Baby you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you care about a stupid game of pool like that,” his tone was low as he sauntered towards you, closing the space between your bodies and settling slightly behind you.

“Bish,” you couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he caressed your hips and pressed his body against yours. But, as he grasped your ass, giving it a little smack, you let out a low moan that would have caught the attention of anyone nearby if it weren’t for a roar of laughter that erupted at the same time.

“I bet I could fuck you with my fucking fingers right here and no one would notice,” Bishop groaned into your ear as he nibbled on your neck and a hand dripped under the hem of your shorts.

“You what?!” you were caught off guard by his words. But, as he tickled your pussy every so slightly, you found any care you might have had vanished.

“Do you want me to, baby?” Bishop purred, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers right here? Let anyone who might notice see you cum on my fuckin’ fingers?”

If you said the word, Bishop would pull away, albeit he would definitely take you into a closet or bathroom and fuck you in private instead. You felt his hardening cock against your thigh and you let out another moan. The room spun as you thought it over, “I want you to,” you finally whispered as you turned your head and kissed him deeply.

“Let me hear you say it, sweetheart,” he murmured as he bucked his hips against your body and sank his hand lower into your shorts, feeling the warmth of your cunt under his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers… Right here,” your tone was low and sultry and dripped with need, “And let anyone watch as you make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” Bishop growled as he suddenly dove two fingers into your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and lurched forward to grab onto the pool table for balance. Bishop stayed close, using his body to support you from behind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck baby… So wet for me.”

All you could do was moan as your body quickly warmed from his touch. 

Bishop wrapped his other arm around your body and cupped at your breast through your shirt, rubbing at your nipple through the fabric, “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep voice, “That anyone could look over and see you like this?”

“Y-yes,” you admitted in a whisper.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Anyone could look over here and see how fucking sexy you look like this,” he thrust his fingers more roughly into you, hitting spots deep inside you, “But they can only see your face, baby… This fucking pussy,” he gave another harsh thrust, “Is mine.”

“Yours,” you moaned as you saw stars. You gripped the table so hard you almost felt like it could break under your grasp, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything else other than how good Bishop fucked you with his fingers, and how much you craved your release.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop praised as his rubbed your clit with his thumb, “So fuckin’ good taking my fingers right here in the fucking clubhouse.”

“Bish…”

Suddenly he froze. When you let out a whine, he murmured your name, “Looks like we caught someone’s attention, baby.”

You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, noticing a prospect from the other chapter across the room. His eyes bore into you and his thoughts were easy to read from the look on his face. His jaw clenched and he had a grip on his beer bottle so tight that he might shatter at any second.

“Why don’t we give him a show?” you purred as you turned and gave Bishop a heated kiss.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Bishop chased your lips when you broke away and kissed you once more before he started thrusting his fingers into you once more.

You moaned loudly against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrendering yourself to the Mayan completely. Your mind swam as you felt your orgasm quickly build from Bishop hitting your sweet spot over and over again while his thumb grazed your clit.

“He can watch, baby,” Bishop growled as he picked up his pace, “But he can’t have you,” his tone dropped as his grip on you tightened, “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… Yes… Fuck…”

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me,” Bishop groaned as he felt your inner muscles clench around his fingers, “Show that fucking prospect what he can’t have.”

With that, you came hard with a scream. Your entire body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright against the pool table, and you felt yourself gush onto Bishop’s fingers. He talked you through your climax, mumbling praises and curses in your ear as you rode out your high on his fingers.

The only reason no one else noticed was because the prospect snapped his beer bottle in his head the moment you screamed, and everyone else was too busy watching him to notice what you and Bishop were up to on the other side of the room. Some of the others cursed and berated the prospect, but a fierce look from Bishop kept him quiet about why he suddenly caused a scene.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop cooed your ear in a softer tone as he pulled out of you, “So fucking sexy,” he added as he turned you to face him and made you watch as he licked his fingers clean, “And delicious too.”

“Bish!” you playfully chastised him with a light smack on his shoulder as your face felt hot, “That was really hot, though,” you admitted as you shimmied your shoulders softly and placed your hands on his chest, “How about I return the favor?” your tone dropped as you slowly sank to your knees, “Right fucking here.”

Bishop’s eyes went wide and a pulse of need shot through his veins, “Baby, I fuckin’ love you,” he blurted out as he readied himself for your mouth.

#fawktober2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #bisop losa x you #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa fic #bishop losa fanfic #bishop losa fanfiction #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans imagine #mayans mc fic #mayans mc imagine #obispo losa #obispo losa x reader #obispo losa x you #obispo bishop losa x reader #obispo bishop losa x you #mayans fx #mayans season 5 #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fandom

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by the lovely and talented @loveyouanyway @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @tizniz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @bidisasterbuckdiaz go check all their snips if you haven’t 💖

cheating a bit with the yet to be titled bi buck fic. i posted this through snippets of asks but, honestly, i'm so proud of it i'm showing it off here. in full. enjoy

It’s not that he’s ashamed, it’s just… new. A shiny fresh layer of his identity. While he’s very sure he likes kissing men – and extremely sure he loves kissing Tommy – claiming the bisexual label for himself takes longer. Hen, Karen, Tommy and others all tell him he doesn’t need a label if he doesn’t want one, but this feels right. It makes him feel settled.  Lucy and Ravi suggest that he practice saying it out loud, as a step forward when he’s alone. While the idea sounds easy enough, he finds it’s anything but. Especially the first time.  Buck shifts into park, pulls the parking brake and kills the engine. For a few moments he stares into the middle distance, not really seeing anything. His brain is a swirling, chaotic mess of thoughts as he taps out a shaky rhythm against the center console. Thumb, index, middle, ring, pinkie. Pinkie, ring, middle, index, thumb. Over and over while he tries to tame the way his heart beats wildly in his chest. They’re just words. Consonants and vowels strung together and assigned meaning. And yet they’re so much more than that. They are a means to take a concept and make it real. To say that he, Evan Buckley, reformed player who solely dated women is– His eyes flutter closed as he inhales deeply. He pictures Tommy’s face, smiling warmly at him. Soft and assuring him it’s okay. That there’s no timeline to meet. It allows the noise to quiet and mute to something more manageable. He opens his eyes again and focuses his gaze on the rearview mirror. The way the visor creates a shadow, cutting across his forehead. How his eyelashes fan out, and the way his pupils make constant micro adjustments to the incoming light.  His lips part and his tongue touches the backs of his lower teeth, ready to shape and curl around what he wants to say. No sound comes out. Not even a strangled, anguished, frustrated breath. Buck shakes his head and tries again. He furrows his brows together, determined to make some progress. Maybe he can just think it instead.  I’m–  That’s where his conscious brain stops him. A flashing caution sign, a guardrail to prevent him from going too far. A muzzle crafted by years of conditioning. Frustrated, he slams his hand against the steering wheel before grabbing his work bag and slamming the Jeep closed behind him. Drive after drive, each and every time Buck encountered a mirror, he continued to push himself. Sometimes, even after making progress, his attempts were no less frustrating than the very first one. A patient, or family member, would say something that shook his confidence, making him want to curl in on himself. Not that it was any of their business to know who their emergency responders loved or crawled into bed with at night.

np tagging @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @actuallyitsellie @filet-o-feelings @queerbuckleys @bi-buckrights @chaosandwolves @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @eowon @fortheloveofbuddie @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @saybiwithme @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @thekristen999 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @statueinthestone @the-likesofus @theotherbuckley @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @your-catfish-friend @shipperqueen6 and anyone else who wants to 😘

#no i am not projecting *anything* here why would you ask #yes it's technically bucktommy #but honestly it's really about buck #and coming to terms with who he is #and why he doesn't have to be ashamed of that #hippo writes #hippos bi buck fic

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Jack , Poseidon , and Beelzebub with a fem tomoe gozen reader from majo taisen please !

-As you walked down the hallway towards entrance to the arena, as you would be fighting next, you drew stares from others around you.

-You were so beautiful, absolutely stunning, but your march and armor told a different story, showing them that while you were pretty, you were a warrior, and the fierce determination in your eyes told them you were one not to be underestimated by any means.

-Your eyes sparkled as the doors opened, revealing your opponent (Poseidon/Beelzebub), as you were excited for this chance to fight for humanity, and to get a challenge.

-Your strength was legendary, but due to it, there were very few who could give you the challenge you wanted in a fight. Brunnhilde promised you, when she asked you to fight, that you would get a good fight.

-(Poseidon/Beelzebub) was stunned to see that his opponent was a woman, growing a bit annoyed at the thought of fighting a woman, but he was prepared to end this match quickly.

-You quickly proved why you were selected as a champion for humanity. Despite the heavy armor you wore, you dodged all his blows with ease, almost like you were dancing, and if he managed to get close enough where you couldn’t dodge, you blocked his blow, sending shockwaves through the arena.

-(Poseidon/Beelzebub) couldn’t believe that you were so strong, matching him blow for blow, injuring him with your own weapons, as you carried a bisento, a sword, a shield, and a bow, making you a well-rounded opponent to fight against.

-When he asked you, after he managed to stab you hard in the side but you remained standing, like you weren’t injured, “Human, what do you fight for?”

-Your eyes were bright and unwavering, a determined smile on your lips, “I fight so everyone can have a tomorrow! Everyone was given a chance to exist and you gods want to erase everything humanity has worked for and I’m going to do everything to ensure that they will all have a tomorrow.”

-You were selfless, being an honorable warrior and many cheered for you on both sides, finding you something worthy of their respect.

-The fight wound up ending in a draw, as you weren’t going down, much to not only his shock, but the shock of everyone in attendance, all while fighting back, not giving an inch, willing to do whatever it took, even at the cost of your own life.

-You awoke hours later in the infirmary, machines beeping around you as your eyes opened, “Oh… I lost?” a voice next to you surprised you, “No- you fell second, so technically you won, but it was announced as a draw.”

-You looked over to see (Love) sitting there, your eyes widening as he was bandaged from his fight as well, looking pretty beat up.

-Poseidon- You felt no malice so you weren’t worried he was here to try to finish the job, but you were on guard, just in case. He looked down at you, his face stoic but his eyes both curious and amused, “I never thought a human would manage to beat me. Your strength impressed me, but it also made me curious. You told me the reason you fight, but I don’t understand it. You’re a princess, so why do you fight for those beneath you.” You gave him a small smile, but your eyes were the same, focused and determined, “Without those people, what’s the good of a title, what good is power, if there is nothing worth protecting or fighting for.” His eyes widened, having not thought of that before, realizing the truth in your words. You then asked your own question, “May I ask why you’re here? Not many opponents would be worried about each other to sit with them in the infirmary.” He looked amused, a small smile appearing on his lips, “You intrigue me, and nobody has managed to do that before. I wish to know more about you.” There was something unusual about his words, something you couldn’t place, you didn’t know if there was a threat or not, so until you knew what it was, you were going to indulge him, but remain on guard, just in case.

-Beelzebub- His eyes met yours and you were surprised to see confusion in his own, he was confused as to why you were fighting so hard for others while putting your own health and safety at risk. He had those he cared about, friends he lost, but he couldn’t understand the meaning behind your drive to do something like this for strangers, people you’ve never met and never will meet. Beelzebub asked you this, why you did this, why you fought so hard for people who would probably never do the same for you, and you just grinned, “Because that’s what those with power should do- protecting those who can’t protect themselves.” He was silent for a few long moments, pondering over your words, he had never thought about using his power for something like that before, but he didn’t really care for his power, seeing more as a burden and curse more than anything. Beelzebub felt drawn to you, he wanted to learn more about what motivated you, and why you were the way you were as a person. He wanted to learn all he could to see if he could figure out how to be more like you, even if it was just a bit.

-Jack- You didn’t know this man, but his eyes held so many emotions, like they were swirling around, confusing you only slightly before he bowed his head, “Jack, at your service. I wanted to come and check on you after your breathtaking fight and I made the decision to wait for you to awaken.” You thanked him, offering him a small smile for his kind action which he smiled to as well. While watching you fight, your color and aura of honor and wanting to do what was right, to protect everyone, was so blazing, Jack had never seen such a color on anyone before. Jack remained with you, speaking to you about your fight, and while you knew this man was dangerous, you felt no malice from him, so you weren’t afraid. Jack would never harm a lady, at least one that didn’t try to hurt him first, it went against his code of honor, but he was curious about your strength, not as in he wanted to fight you, but he wanted to learn more about your drive, the reason behind your strength. You intrigued him, he wanted to know more about it; the fact that you were beautiful was an added on bonus, but he would never say that out loud, it would be impolite.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror beelzebub #ror jack the ripper

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Put your head on my shoulder

And here is the famous Valentine's Day One shot that I promised, taking inspiration from a post by @creativepromptsforwriting (link here). I hope you like it!!(and happy Valentine's day everyone 💕💕)

Chloe Valentine belongs to @chloekistune

Alyssa Price belongs to @alypink

Valerie "Gorgon" Watson belongs to @onehornedbeast

Fei Xing belongs to @kikiharinezumi

Maya "Pip" van Rijn belongs to @justasmolbard

"You better hope I don't burn your kitchen," was Chloe's sentence as she and Johnny were driving Eden home again. She had wanted to stay for a few hours at Chloe's house, more to help the latter paint the Italian's studio.

Johnny had been with Gaz and Gorgon to train some recruits before offering to accompany her with Chloe, leaving the 'opportunity for Gaz to provide a surprise dinner for the Australian; Price, on the other hand, had the weekend off, determined to spend it together with Aly and their little girl in the country.

And Simon? Simon was waiting for her at their home in Manchester recommending that she not come because he had a surprise in store. Eden did not know what but if Chloe had mentioned cooking then surely something had to do with it. Already she was praying to those in charge.

"It makes one smile that in a short time Simon has become so devoted, even if it doesn't beat my record does it Piplup?" Johnny with a cluck of his own tongue and a 'wink embarrassed Chloe.

"What are you saying come on Johnny" the purple-haired girl hid her face between her knees, receiving a kiss on the head from him.

"Chloe made you smarter"

"Yeah sure munchkin" joked the Scotsman with Eden, their insulting each other was a form of brotherly love.

"Home sweet home, be sure to remember to lock the room. I wouldn't want the wind to ruin everything" after the last recommendation Eden got out of the car waving goodbye to the couple.

As she walked down the small avenue, the wind began to brush her hair, a nice thunderstorm would come but it was pleasant that feeling. It reminded her so much of Simon's caresses.

From her cell phone came a notification, it was from Rodolfo. It was lovely that she had found in Maya a person for whom she was beginning to trust after the failed relationships he had had.

"I wanted to give Maya this bouquet of flowers, they remind me a lot of 'Holland."

"Go on this one" Eden reassured him by smiling at the 'image of the bouquet of tulips of different colors, she should have planted some more in their garden too.

"Babe I'm home" Eden walked in and smelled a scent of home, a scent that reminded her of her time in Rome for her studies.From the kitchen was Simon, focused more than ever on preparing a dinner of Italian dishes.

Small appetizers, Coratella coi Carciofi and especially bucatini alla amatriciana accompanied by a glass of Argiano Brunello di Montalcino.

"Don't look at me like that, I asked Chloe for the recipe since it's Italian," he snorted amused, before taking Mr. Orange in his arms

"You have your food, those kibble cost me a kidney because of your mommy who wants you healthy," gave the cat to his girlfriend, who began cuddling him

"Daddy is a bad boy isn't he?" The female had her face licked by the feline, being joined by the blond, remote control in hand that set off some 50s music

"Put your head on my shoulder," the lieutenant began to hum as he grabbed Eden by the hips, the cat as a spectator of that scene between his owners. The brunette closed her eyes, head resting on his shoulder, and hummed the tune.

"...Hold me in your arms, baby" she looked up, her green eyes in that 'cheerful and comforting expression thinking how lucky she was.

"I have to be careful, I wouldn't want Fei to get pissed off later since she sewed this dress," he whispered eagerly, nibbling on the helix.

"That is, if I don't make this shirt first? What do you say?" She nibbled lightly on his lower lip, chapped from the cold.

With a turn he brought her shoulders against his chest, giving her a string of kisses on her collarbone.

"Except we have to eat" he reluctantly broke away, taking both her hands "I'm really holding back" he murmured over the knuckles of her hands making them. How could she resist such gallantry?

"You're such a submissive" with that little resolve Eden hand in hand with him reached the table.

"Always and always my darlin'"

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Divider by @archonfurina

#oc:eden“spectra”park #x: fire and gasoline #pairing: ghost & eden #call of duty oc:eden “spectra” park #call of duty oc #simon ghost riley #original character #cod mw2 #cod oc #call of duty original character #call of duty one shot #ghost x eden #cod #ghost cod #cod ghost #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #simon riley #call of duty oc: aly #oc chloe valentine #oc: fei xing #valerie “gorgon” watson(cod) #oc: maya “pip” van rinjn #call of duty fluff #valentine's day 2024

[wavypotatochips]

Hi! Can I request one for Sergio Ramos where reader is a culé. Because I am a culé but this man is so fine 😭😭 (thank you ❤️❤️❤️)

Culé | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count :

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You are attending a Real Madrid vs Barcelona match.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thanks so much for clarifying everything to me before hand c: Thank you so much for requesting!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

[ TRANSLATOR IS USED SO DIRECT TRANSLATION MAY NOT BE CORRECT ]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MAY mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

For those who do not know, Culé is a Barcelona fan

You and Sergio have been dating for a while now, and while you love him dearly, there's one small problem: you're a die-hard Barcelona fan, and he plays for their arch-rivals, Real Madrid. 

The latest El Clasico game was coming up, and you were excited but also a little nervous. You knew it was going to be a tense match, and you didn't want to let your competitive spirit get in the way of your relationship.

The day of the match arrived, and as usual Sergio had to get up early to prepare. You wished him good luck and said you'd be rooting for him and Real Madrid, but both of you knew you were lying. Sergio did not mind that you were a Barcelona fan, but of course when he is wearing his Real Madrid jersey he always playfully bugs you with how he is gonna beat them, just for you two to get into a playful argument. As the much-anticipated match between the two teams approached, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The players took to the field, and the camera panned to the VIP section where the WAGs were seated. It zoomed in on you as you playfully teased with your Barcelona jersey and stuck your tongue out, the scene broadcasted on the massive screens throughout the stadium. The camera then focused on Sergio's face, who was on the field, laughing and shaking his head. Although you supported opposing teams, Sergio never felt ashamed of your choices, and you both refused to let social media judgment affect your relationship.

As the game began, you wore your Messi jersey and prepared to cheer your team on. You were glued to your seat, watching as the two teams battled it out on the field, each vying for an advantage. Sergio was playing in midfield, and you could see him tirelessly running back and forth, determined to help his team. You were screaming and hollering, completely invested in the game. Although you were cheering for Real Madrid, you couldn't help but yell threatening words towards anyone who tried to hurt Sergio, as if they could hear you over the deafening crowd. Despite your allegiance to Real Madrid, your love for Sergio and your concern for his safety superseded everything else.

In the 14th minute, Real Madrid scored the first goal, with a beautiful goal by Benzema. You groan in frustration, while Sergio jumps up and down, his teammates congratulating him on the assist.The rest of the first half is a tense affair, with Barcelona struggling to find their footing. Real Madrid, on the other hand, looks in control, and it's no surprise when they score their second goal just before the halftime whistle. You could feel the tension building in the stadium, with the Real Madrid fans jubilant and the Barcelona fans deflated.

At halftime, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. “Sergio why do you have to be such a good DEFENDER!,” you groan.

But you're not ready to give up just yet. Barcelona is known for their comeback victories, and you're hoping they can turn things around in the second half. 

Unfortunately, it's not to be. Real Madrid comes out even stronger, with another goal from Benzema in the 52nd minute, followed by a stunning strike from Modric in the 68th minute. Barcelona can't seem to catch a break, with their passes going awry and their shots missing the mark. When the final whistle blows, the score is 4-0 in favor of Real Madrid. 

After the intense game came to a close, you waited anxiously outside the players' locker room. Your heart was pounding with excitement, waiting to see Sergio. Moments later, he emerged from the room, his face flushed and covered in sweat. Your eyes locked, and a huge grin broke out across his face. Without wasting any time, Sergio pulled off his jersey, revealing his toned, glistening muscles, before enveloping you in a tight embrace. You squealed in delight, feeling his damp sweatshirt stick to your skin. "You need to shower, you stink!" you teased. Sergio grinned, "Embrace the smell of a winner," he joked. You rolled your eyes, "No quiero escucharlo(I don't want to hear it.)"

Despite the sweat, the closeness felt intimate and cozy, and Sergio's embrace was comforting. You looked up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you. The warmth of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and you eagerly returned the kiss. Breaking the embrace, you take a step back, and look at him with admiration. "Although you did play great tonight, baby," you say, smiling. Sergio beams with pride," Wanna prove how much you love me?" he asks playfully , holding the jersey that was still in his hands out for you to take. Your face scrunches up in disgust, "Eww, de ninguna manera! (Eww, no way!)" you exclaim. Sergio laughs, "si manera (Yes way)," winking at you.

Feeling playful, you snatched the jersey from him, and held it at arm's length, making a face. Sergio chuckled, "Sabes que lo amas en secreto (You know you secretly love it)," he teases. You roll your eyes, "En tus sueños, cariño(In your dreams, honey)."

The next thing you know, you're leaving the stadium wearing his sweaty jersey.…. Or as he would say, the winner's jersey.

#sergio ramos imagine #Sergio Ramos x y/n #sergio ramos x reader #Sergio Ramos x female reader #sergio ramos #Sergio Ramos imagine #Sergio Ramos fanfic #Sergio Ramos fanfiction #Sergio Ramos one shot #football fanfic #soccer imagine #football imagine #footballer x reader #soccer x reader #female reader #x reader #psg imagines #Sergio Ramos fluff #Sergio Ramos icons #Sergio ramos x female reader #Sergio Ramos psg #Sergio Ramos real madrid

[stardewsnail]

OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING. Can you please write abt Emily, Haley, and Leah (you don’t have to do them all!!) individually falling in love w a fem farmer? No rush!! :)

Thank youuuu !

Here’s 2/3 with Haley and Leah enjoy some fluff ^.^ (I tweaked some heart events)

Leah

Leah feels possessed. She’s been hacking at this piece of wood for hours and now her arms are shaking, but she’s almost done–she’s almost uncovered the art hiding inside. The smoothness of the grain and curve of each careful carving are hypnotic. Her face has been hot the whole time–as an artist she tries to be as in tune with her emotions as possible, but each time she imagines the farmer’s eyes she feels like she’ll explode. It’s ridiculous, at her age, to be so flustered by a silly crush-

She froze mid strike. A crush? She huffed, finally letting herself drop to sit amongst the shavings on the floor. Sweat stung her eyes and she wiped it away with more force than necessary, wholly focused on the way her heart hung in her throat. This wasn’t just a crush. This was deeper. She looked up at her sculpture, eyeing the interlocking pattern and realizing that from this angle it might look like a heart.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, at least she knew where this piece belonged.

Haley

The farmer squeezed her shoulder, “I’m so sorry Haley.” Haley leaned against her, trying not to cry. Guilt clawed up her throat.

“It was my great grandma’s.” She looked up, trying to keep the embarrassing flood of tears at bay. She’d come to the beach before dawn to photograph the sunrise over the waves—she’d been there hours when she’d noticed the missing jewelry. Now only a couple hours of sunlight remained and she was forced to reckon with reality: the heirloom might be gone forever.

“I’m sorry, it’s terrible but try not to beat yourself up over it too much,” the farmer’s eyes were kind. Haley didn’t think she’d ever met another person who was so earnest in everything they did. Their words carried a reassuring warmth that managed to assuage some of the grief. She missed Nana—that bracelet had felt almost like holding her hand.

She sniffled, “I know you’re right…” she trailed off, wiping her face, “Thanks,” she gave the other girl a watery smile, “I’m glad you ended up here.”

The farmer’s grin was almost goofy, “Thanks Haley, I’m glad you think so.”

“I think I’m going to go home and get something to eat,” she sighed, “I’ll see you around.”

“Take care of yourself,” the farmer urged, hands tucked into her pockets. As Haley was about to cross the bridge she paused, looking back. The farmer was pulling her hair back, looking out to the sea. She should have invited her back to the house, Haley thought in retrospect. The thought had her stomach suddenly twisting with butterflies and she froze, hand on her front door, heat creeping up her face.

“C’mon Hals,” she chided herself immediately, entering and closing the door with more force than necessary. It was time for a long bubble bath—or maybe a bath bomb. She could rent that movie she’d been wanting to see for ages with the vampires. Emily was at work for the night, she’d have the house to herself.

—

The next morning, Haley was determined to start the day right. After a quick breakfast she headed out to the beach, camera in hand. To add insult to injury, she hadn’t even managed to get the shot she wanted. But coming out to the sand she stopped short. The farmer was there, sitting in the sand staring out into the surf. Haley frowned, noticing she was wearing the same clothes as the day before, though she’d rolled her overalls up and discarded her shoes in a heap. As Haley approached, her head bobbed as if she was falling asleep.

The farmer jumped, looking over her shoulder. Her sleepy eyes lit up.

“Haley!” she exclaimed, only to yawn before she could continue, “I found it!” She waved something shiny and Haley broke into a run, dropping gracelessly to her knees next to her.

“Oh my god!” She squealed, taking her Nana’s bracelet in both hands, “You found it!” She threw her arms around the farmer, “Thank you!”

“Don’t worry about it,” the Farmer laughed, clumsily returning the embrace, one arm thrown back to keep them both from tumbling into the sand. Haley righted herself, and without having to ask the farmer held out her hand. She passed back the bracelet and extended her hand. The farmer carefully clasped the heirloom around Haley’s wrist with surprising care. She felt like she was going to cry.

“Did you stay out here all night?” she asked.

The farmer shrugged, settling back to her previous position looking out at the sea, “I might have,” she admitted, cheeks flushing red. Haley’s heart thundered in her chest, and she scooted closer, looping her arm through the farmer’s and resting against her side.

“Thank you.”

The farmer’s head rested against her own, and it was only a second before Haley realized she had fallen asleep. They could talk later—after she had some rest. Haley was going to need to start hinting to Pierre that it was time to bring the bouquets back in stock. The farmer was going to need one soon.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv haley #sdv Leah #stardew Valley fanfic #stardew Haley #stardew Leah #leah x Farmer #Haley x Farmer #stardew Valley Drabble #snailwrites

[ab4eva]

Austin x reader prompt “gentle” ..it’s a lazy Sunday morning with Austin and both of you decide to take a lazy day in bed together and enjoy each other’s company..the reader gives austin a sweet nickname calls him “gentle giant” turns into a day of love and cuddles..

‘Dominoes’

Warnings: none, pure fluff

a/n: Thanks for the request, dear anon! And thanks for bearing with me while I waited for inspiration. I changed up the nickname a tiny bit, hope that’s ok. And I hope you enjoy!

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Your bed is so comfy. There’s almost no other place you’d rather be than in bed. Smooth, cool sheets dotted with tiny flowers. White, fluffy down comforter. Pillows that are just right - not too soft, not too firm. Oh and the warm, lanky boyfriend that’s in your bed. Him too. You stretch your legs, curling your toes and snuggling into the covers on this chilly Sunday morning. You yawn a little and blink the slumber from your eyes, focusing on Austin’s back in front of you. You really want to touch him, but he’s been so busy recently and you know he needs his rest. You settle for counting the freckles on his back, trapping your hands underneath your pillow so you’re not tempted to start lightly tracing constellations between them.

When you can no longer stand it, you gently scoot up closely behind him, tucking your legs behind his and wrapping your arm around his chest. Nuzzling your face into the back of his neck, sandy curls tickling your nose, you breathe in the scent of him - clean soap and sweet vanilla. You can’t help but place feather-light kisses between his shoulder blades. He stirs a little and places his hand over yours and squeezes.

“Morning, baby,” he says sleepily as he turns over to face you, kissing your forehead and pulling you close to his chest. “Morning, kid,” you whisper back. He hums happily and you’re content to just be in his arms again after so much time apart. You think about how hard the past few months have been - him away filming, you stuck at home and tied to your job. But he’s finally back and you’re determined to make the most of it.

“So babe,” you say, “I was thinking we could just take it easy today. I know we’re supposed to go to brunch with everyone but I’m thinking we bow out…I really just wanna stay here all day…in this bed….with you.” You pepper his mouth with kisses in between your words. He smiles down at you sleepily and you can tell he likes the idea immediately.

“Mmm, that sounds perfect, sweet girl. No place I’d rather be.” He nuzzles into your hair and in a minute you hear him breathing heavily, already asleep again. You smile softly to yourself and struggle to reach your phone on the nightstand, carefully trying not to wake Austin. You shoot a quick text to the group to let them know you won’t be at brunch and you yawn again and let the tiredness pull you under, the sound of Austin’s heartbeat all you need to lull you back to sleep.

When you both wake up refreshed a couple of hours later, it’s decided the order of the day is a bed-in, ala John and Yoko, except without the whole protest thing. Unless you’re protesting leaving your cozy bed on this lazy Sunday. Austin orders brunch to be delivered while you get a movie queued up on the bedroom tv. One that you’ve both been dying to watch but just haven’t found the time to yet. You pop to the kitchen to make some mimosas for the both of you and by that time the food has arrived. Carrying it all back to the bed, you and Austin settle in happily, munching on fried egg sandwiches and bacon. The movie is a silly comedy that has you both howling with laughter, the kind that makes your stomach hurt and eyes tear up. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that man laugh. It’s so pure and sweet, it makes your heart flip-flop recklessly in your chest, every damn time.

After the movie, Austin grabs the Scrabble board from the living room and sets it up on the bed, and you settle on your stomach to try, really try, and beat your boyfriend this time. He’s just so darn good - he’s like a sponge with words - always trying out new ones on you, making notes in his phone of ones he’s not familiar with so he can look them up later. By the time the game is almost over, the scores are close, with Austin in the lead by only 20 points. You poke your tongue out of the side of your mouth in concentration as you stare at the letters you have to play for your last turn. Then you see it - the perfect word, the perfect place on the board.

“S-E-D-U-C-E. Let’s see…triple word score…27 points!” You crow gleefully. “Take that, Butler!” You jump up on the bed and start dancing around, not caring that you’re scattering Scrabble tiles all over the bed. Austin stares up at you from below and laughs.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” He smirks. He loves to call you this, his familiar tease owing to the fact that you’re a little bit older than him. “Because it’s working. I mean, I haven’t ever seen anyone do the Running Man on a bed before, and I have to say…I’m impressed.” Without warning, he grabs your legs, sweeping them out from under you and you come crashing to the bed, bouncing unharmed and giggling. He’s suddenly on top of you, tickling like there’s no tomorrow. He knows you can’t take being tickled, not for long anyway. You manage to grab pillow and smack Austin on the back with it. That shocks him just enough for you to scoot out from under him and hold up the pillow in defense.

“No more,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. He looks at you with a devilish gleam in his blue eyes, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he advances slowly towards you.

“AUSTIN, I mean it!!” You shriek, still laughing. You don’t see the pillow he covertly grabs until it’s too late and he lightly whacks you in the head and you playfully fall to the bed, hair floating wildly around you. He’s standing over you, impossibly tall but with the goofiest smile on his face. A thought floats through your brain and you smile up at him.

“Come here, kid. My gentle boy,” you whisper, reaching out your hands to him. He takes them in his own large, warm ones and softly kneels on the bed, straddling your waist. He cups your face tenderly, staring into your eyes and your breath catches in your throat and you heart stops for a moment and then starts up again. He smiles at you then, and brings his lips to yours gingerly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks.

“I knew you were trying to seduce me,” he says as he pulls away, shaking his head with a lopsided grin and face-scrunching wink.

“What can I say, babe? It was all my design. I’m a mastermind.”

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A Heated Bedroom

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: You and Kurt haven’t been going through the best patch in your relationship recently, but nothing a gentle dose of sex and loving can’t fix. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Smut, only slight angst at start, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Kurt with the slight oral fixation, sub!kurt, soft dom!reader. 18+. F!reader. 5k)

The past nearly two weeks you’d been getting into fights with Kurt. Thankfully they were only small, but the atmosphere from them had started to build up little by little over time.

The past month it seemed like you two had slowed down a little relationship wise. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But at first you were seeing each other slightly less than usual, something that Kurt vocally was pretty upset about, unless it was him riding 12 hour days in his spree. Then of course it wasn’t a big deal. But then when you were together it was almost stifling. The sex hadn’t been as good either as of late. It wasn’t really a downfall of either of you individually, and it was fine, but stress had been seeming to dampen the spark.

You were determined to switch things around though. You just needed one moment. One time to rejuvenate said spark and get you two back on track. You still both loved each other, you’d even had to hold Kurt’s hand several days ago when you guys were arguing, but the yelling was simultaneously making him sad. They hadn’t exactly been harsh fights, it just hadn’t been a very uplifting mood in your cramped apartment at the moment.

Looking over at Kurt again, since you were both just sitting in bed, him in the middle on his phone, you at the foot watching tv, you wondered if he’d look up when you ogled him. Unsurprisingly he didn’t, but that was definitely because of whatever it was he was focused on on his phone right now, mostly likely checking the views on a video he posted considering you could see him refreshing the page from the way his fingers moved, versus him just not wanting to pay you any attention. If there was one thing Kurt liked, it was attention. Granted normally receiving it, but he was nothing if not a generous lover, at usual times.

It was hot in the apartment at the moment, your aircon broke, which had probably fueled last nights sleep ridden argument about quilts and cuddling being too hot. So naturally he was only wearing shorts, no shirt

You slowly crawled up your shared bed, you could tell Kurt noticed you by the pause of tapping on his screen. But he quickly tried to get back into it, not looking up from his phone.

Once you were close enough to feel his body heat you leaned in and did the only thing you wanted to do right now. You nuzzled into his stomach.

Kurt’s face shot up at that, the soft glow illuminating his surprised face, as you caressed your nose in deeper. “Wh- uh, what are you doing?” He asked timidly. Mostly because you touching his tummy like that caused a spike to shoot through his dick.

Already knowing that, you simply moved your face up to his neck, smiling when his body automatically leant back to expose it for you. You very lightly pressed whispers of kisses to his neck. “I miss my baby.”

You kissed some more, they still only fluttered against Kurt’s warm skin, slow but getting all the spots you knew made him heat up. Gently brushing your lips so softly, no matter how much you wanted to ravage your boyfriend, you knew was a sure fire way to draw him in. You kissed one spot to the side, next his pulse point, then where it connected to his collarbone, not leaning back so you could speak against him “Does this feel good?”

“M-More please.”

It felt too good. Kurt had opened his mouth to speak, but a whine beat him to the chase. He was happy you always liked his noises though, because he knew that it was okay. Even if he still got so enamoured by touches a while into your relationship.

Knowing exactly what he meant, you kissed his neck harder, the amount you usually would when you were trying to make Kurt feel good. “Good boy. Using your words.” You mouthed around his flushed skin wetly, knowing that’s the way he liked it, sucking lightly into the points that made him squeeze his fists. Moving back a little you kissed his jaw, nosing at it in adoration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kurt reminded you, nosing under your jaw similarly in a small whine, closing his eyes when you started sucking harder into his feverish neck, especially when you licked over the marks he was thanking God you were making on him.

He was so sensitive right now. It was like you were touching him for the first time again, with how light and slow your touches were at first. Gentle with him. Your hand smoothed down his neck with a hum, leaning your nose against his ear as you both watched your hand trail.

Something in Kurt’s gut clenched in anticipation as your hand trailed down to his tummy, sliding a finger over his abdomen so good it almost tickled, but it just made his heart spasm uncontrollably instead. Your soft fingers reached all the way down to his navel, before gliding up his happy trail to his chest, the simple touch making Kurt arch his back in a high gasp.

Maybe it was the fact these touches weren’t overtly sexual, they were just loving gestures, ones to please him. But he still knew exactly where they were leading.

Your hand circled Kurt’s waist over and over, nails barely touching him but the pads of your fingers sparking electricity through his crotch, especially when the repetitive motion in that one spot finally let up and switched, as you traced your fingers down to the outside of his exposed thigh. Even that was so sensitive for him. As proven by his whimper and his falling onto the bed, blinking submissively as he gripped onto your free arm with need.

And that was before you got to the inside of his thigh. When you lightly stroked there, Kurt started wriggling into the mattress, his dick tingling hard with need as he couldn’t take anymore without an outlet. He still didn’t wiggle away from your touch though, even though it was so much, it was too good to let you go.

All of this almost had you blushing like Kurt. You nearly forgot how easy it was to make him melt so quickly. But Kurt was almost crying out into the bed, squirming as his breaths drew closer to pants as he watched you.

You slipped your hand to his other thigh, lightly brushing the inside of it, keeping your face relaxed. “What would you like, sweet boy?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know what he wanted to do with you, what he needed from you. Your hand slipped past his risen shorts, all five of your fingertips circling gracefully.

“I w-want you to f-fuck me, please.” He stuttered. His clammy hand rubbed up and down your forearm as he pleaded, but not with the same control you had, his touch was needy and he was not afraid to flaunt it, if it meant he’d get what he so desperately burned for. He didn’t care he just needed you to please keep touching him.

You smiled, and even that simple act made Kurt’s heart swell.

You sat somewhere over his calves, letting your hands move slightly less daintily now to pull Kurt’s shorts down, leaving them around his knees as you were enamoured by the clear outline of his hard on in his blue boxers, and the small wet patch seeping into the outside of them. Slowly, you leant your face in, before licking a long stripe over his bulge through the thin material.

Kurt nearly knocked his junk into your face by accident at your teasing touch, but was managed to be subdued by your weight on his legs, rolling the upper half of his body up and down instead at the treatment, looking down to you with wet open lips and a moan.

You made a show of pulling his clothes down to his ankles, before fully undressing yourself quickly, knowing Kurt needed you right now.

And need you he did. You tossed your worn panties to him with a chuckle, moving your top off as Kurt clenched the still warm clothing in his hands, before bringing it up to his lips and inhaling deeply. He was still just as addicted to your smell. Once he noticed the wetness on the inside of them however, he quickly chucked them to the side so he could try and get a look at you, to see if you were really that wet. Just for him. And he didn’t think he’d even done anything to deserve it yet. God he didn’t deserve you.

“You’re such a good boy for me Kurt.” You rasped out for him as you kneeled your way further up the bed, stretching yourself open in a display that made Kurt’s irises explode wide. “Always my good boy.”

Finally in position, you leant down to his stomach where his poor weeping dick rested, smearing his pre agaisnt your own slick as you gently moved Kurt’s dick over your folds. Wetting it for yourself, and showing him just how hot he made you. You couldn’t help but tease his tip over your clit a few times, moaning orgasmically and only tightening your grip around his cock.

Kurt just groaned, feeling like he could cum already just from you teasing him around your hole. You were so wet and hot. A grunting cry got stuck in his throat as he smashed his head back into the mattress.

Finally, you lowered yourself down on him. Making sure to go as slow as possible. And oh boy if that didn’t make Kurt just scream.

Your clit was already tingling when you eventually got Kurt fully inside you, just resting on his pelvis for a second with your hands pushing on his v line, just letting yourself take in the feeling of him inside you, of your walls completely surrounding him, and how full he made you feel. And fuck if Kurt wasn’t doing the exact same thing. Just with more whispers of ”Please.”

When you started rocking your hips, his whispers turned into moans.

Kurts eyes looked at yours zombie like, an ‘o’ shape clear on his perfectly pink lips, moaning “uh”s every single time you grinded on him, like he was a man possessed by your sex. Truthfully he was. Kurt was fully blissed out already, feeling like he’d been yearning for this for so long. Even though you two had had sex recently. It just hadn’t been like this.

You slowly lifted yourself off him, just a couple of inches, feeling the cool air whip against your wet cunt, before you slammed back down into the warm mess of Kurt’s crotch.

A shattered moan left your boyfriend and you grinned, beginning to start a steady rhythm. Kurt could barely get out a smile in response to your own before his face was twisting in pleasure once more, having to take a second to remember to breathe like you’d helped him with before, and just melt in the feeling. He quickly got it, only getting louder once he regained ability in his vocal cords. Composure was never a thing Kurt was very good at for long though. Especially with you.

Kurt took your hand not slowly, but softly, still moaning under you with breaths that sounded like gargles, as he placed your hand into his brown hair, wanting you to touch it.

Of course you complied, smiling while you fucked yourself on him with wet sounds, as you gripped your hand through his slightly greasy locks. Not tightly, but enough to keep a connection with Kurt, using it to steady your thrusts in and out of him a little, smoothing your fingertips through his hair; he never felt you might’ve pulled a little hard.

Your circled your hips a few times, not that you really needed to because Kurt was so thick, he always filled you up just like you needed, before beginning to fuck yourself up and down on his cock again. Quickly Kurt was hitting that delicate spot deep inside you, and it made your clit throb with need. You let out a large whine, fucking yourself addictively onto Kurt’s cock so he could keep slamming that part deep in your cunt so it made your stomach twist.

Kurt panted loud as soon as he heard that whine, taking your free hand up in his because he wanted to hold it, entwining his fingers as both your palms shifted up and down his chest, while he laid back and watched you make love to him. Feeling every clench and drip of your walls. He wondered if you could feel how hard his dick was throbbing. He knew he couldn’t hold back much more.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me Kurt.” You moaned, clenching his hand in yours as you tried to thrust your clit against any skin you could find of his, craving that touch.

“Pl-Please?” Kurt moaned out desperately, his grunts becoming louder and louder as your pace sped up in your humping onto his sensitive cock. “Please can I cum y/n? Need it...”

You opened your eyes even though you were in pure ecstasy, but Kurt’s sweet face just made it even better. “Of course you can baby. My good boy can cum whenever he wants. You wanna cum for me Kurtie?”

Kurt didn’t even bother responding. Immediately with your approval, and with your pussy squeezing sporadically around his cock, he came instantly. Spurting hot loads of cum deep inside your cunt, only moaning louder as you rode it out of him, filling you up as he orgasmed for several long seconds, not thinking he could fuck this much cum into you. Your thrusts were so hard and fast now, and he whined out in a yell drenching sweat into the matrress, his wet dick still twitching inside you as you fucked him.

“Fuck Kurt.” You moaned, feeling just how his hot cum stirred inside you while you humped his dick. It was breaking you apart so bad. You forced your hand to cup lovingly at his cheek, even though all you wanted to do with claw scratch marks into his chest. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.” You breathed out, whining throatily as at a new angle your clit managed to find some warm part of Kurt’s body to thrust against, perfectly aligning with the full, sticky, warm feeling you now had. “Gonna make me cum just like that sweetheart.”

You didn’t hold back any sounds at all now. You were as loud as your body yearned for you to be, looking down and seeing Kurt’s worshipping face as you held him, looking straight up at you and smiling not wide, but so deeply happy it made your whole body and mind thud.

“Mmh!” You squeaked out, holding one hand to his hip as you let your movements become sloppier when feeling your walls fluttering come nearer, one hand still placed against his soft cheek as you hit that spot one more time and you felt yourself fully letting go.

Your cunt clenched against him and electricity rippled through your body, being so so loud as you came. So Kurt knew he was doing a good job, that you appreciated him. And you didn’t even need to fuck out your last few thrusts on weak legs, because with your emphatic moans of praise, Kurt held your back and thrust up into you, prolonging your orgasm even more as he fucked you hard, because it always made him happy making you cum.

He was a bit overeager even when you’d finished cumming, but he got tired quickly so you didn’t get overstimulated. He finally stopped his thrusts with a groan, keeping both his hands warmly on your lower back though, just watching you untangle around his dick, and slowly start to come down from your high. Kurt never wanted to not be making you feel like this.

You both just panted, throats on the edge of aching, as Kurt’s burning hands stayed placed on your equally hot skin. He was still inside of you, but it didn’t feel too much, it felt nice, safe in some way. Like you both fit like this.

But soon the soreness in your legs started to finally filter through to your euphoric brain, and you started to move both your hands to his hips, signalling you were about to get off, as soon as you had the energy to do so.

“Can I watch again?”

You looked up to Kurt, seeing his curious eyes and you nodded contentedly. He asked the same question now again.

Appreciating his help as you lifted yourself off him, you laid on your back, relaxing into the mattress. Kurt kicked off the material around his legs as he dragged you by your ankles to the right place and he rolled onto his stomach, peering dreamily at your empty cunt.

After only a couple of seconds he got impatient, so Kurt softly pressed on your stomach, until his cum began to flow out of your already dripping pussy. He laughed a little as he watched it, leaning on his forearms. He liked to watch himself leak from you sometimes. He didn’t really know why but he’d never questioned it before either.

You could feel Kurt’s warm breath against your thighs as he laughed. From where your head tilted you could see Kurt’s happy expression too, but you wanted to take a second before you sat up again. Satisfied to just let him watch you.

His smile was great, always so rewarding, but you weren’t done yet. Feeling movement in your legs again and adrenaline pumping straight to your crotch you sat yourself up, taking Kurt’s hand as his eyes trained on you in intrigue. You stood up, moving to the end of your shared bed, before sitting Kurt upright and dangling his legs from it, kneeling slowly down to the ground as you kept that eye contact.

Kurt gulped as your finger swirled around his kneecap, especially when you leaned your head dreamily on his knees, so so close to his cock that was hardening again at an accelerated speed.

Kurts breathing was slightly louder, but his eyes still remained soft on yours, especially when his trembling hand went to stroke through your hair that curtained his lap. “Baby.”

You felt your limbs turn to mush, as well as all your brain function. He’d spoken in such a loving tone, and you could feel the heat travelling to your cheeks bones, almost like that was the cause for them raising into such a large smile, all of it from him calling you those sweet pet names again.

You gave the area above his knee a swift kiss, smiling with full teeth to him as you spread your digits along his flesh. “I’ve gotta clean my mess off you baby. ‘S only fair.” You told him, almost with a pout to your lips at how you could’ve dared dirty him up. But your wet jutted out lips only served to fuel Kurt’s arousal as you slid them around the tip of his cock, sucking sweetly on it.

“Ohhhhhhgnh.... fuck.” Kurt gripped his thighs as he rocked on his lap, already rock hard just from that small touch of yours. He almost couldn’t bring himself to look down at you like this because he feared it’d make him cum that second. But he also couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not from the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, eyes wide and shiny from the overhead light, nor the way you angled yourself so you could just about brush the tip of your nose against his length when he spoke to you. Definitely not when your lips were so perfectly o shaped around his dick, like your mouth was meant for him.

He tried to hold off his release as best he could. Luckily it seemed to be working.

He brought his hand to your hair, not to pull or take control, but he gently held as much of it as possible in one movement, to hold it like a messy ponytail behind your head, to help you a little. Plus it meant he got to see more of that gorgeous fucking face, with just a few strands of disheveled hair around you as you sucked him.

You gave his slit a small flick of your tongue, watching him hiss and groan from above you. Soon you were kitten licking his tip, for over a full minute, agonising him with teasing touches and you knew it was driving him crazy from his strained high moans he let roll off his tongue.

Moving your hand to hold his base, finally you licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock, making a slow display for your boyfriend above you who just whined.

He tasted like your own slick and his cum, both your releases mixed together. It was even stronger when you finally took most of his length in in one go, still always used to him, taking it out so you could lick your lips for the taste. And you told him what you were tasting, adding onto the end with a gentle squeeze of his balls “It’s a fucking treat to taste Kurt.”

Kurt shifted his hips rhythmically, if only to wriggle out some of the tension building inside of him. “Y-Yeah, wanna give you more, o-of that.” It sounded like he genuinely wanted to but also lost some confidence in the last second to be sure of his dirty words.

You couldn’t respond though except for a small smile, laughing through your nose which Kurt could feel pleasurably, as your mouth was too busy with his dick.

Kurt groaned throatily as you finally took all of him in, your nose hitching against his pelvis before pulling back again. He just liked the feel of gently holding you while you fucked him with your mouth, whimpering to himself which only made things worse as he‘d been trying to quiet his pantings, just wanting to hear the sounds of your mouth taking him all in.

When you licked the big vein of his cock to the roof of your mouth Kurt just lost it. The warm wet feeling enveloping him was making him lose his mind, and you’d only fully taken him about 45 seconds ago. “Mmmm mm!!!” He was desperately trying not to squirm around, needing to feel you encasing him, needing to see the drool leaking your lips as you took such good care of him. His heavy breathing only increased when he looked straight at you, and that sound pooled warmth in your crotch.

You pulled back to wrap your tongue around his length, kissing away a thick glob of pre before taking him back in with a grateful moan, sinking in the feeling of being so full, forgetting all about how the vibrations were causing Kurt’s fists to clench, only remembering as his dick spasmed wildly in your mouth. You were just so happy sitting here with Kurt inside you.

Tightening your cheeks you sucked him more aggressively, and you should’ve known he’d cum nearly just as quick as your second round the first time you were this gentle with him, his first time.

Kurt cried as soon as he felt himself starting to cum, fat tears leaking out as his dick, hidden in your mouth, shot out his hot load, sobs leaving him in a pitch that scraped his throat as you drank him down in such quick movements, and squeezed his dribbling cock as you did so.

The taste was salty and so familair and you swallowed all of it, you loved that taste, you didn’t want to miss a drop. You even licked your lips, after kissing his tip more than a few final times, just making sure all of him went down, as he watched you.

You knew the crying wasn’t from overstimulation, mostly because he always verbally whined when he was overstimulated. Sometimes he just did cry when you two had sex. You didn’t mind though, you liked looking after him.

Standing up, you went over to comfort him, but Kurt spoke first, when you were towering between his legs. “I love you.”

It made your heart soar, and you smiled joyfully as you repeated his words. “Oh baby, I love you too.”

Even though you were just confirming his declaration with your own, and even though you two had said that phrase a thousand times, it still didn’t make Kurt feel it any less. Especially after the past week or so. Kurt looked up at your tall figure from his naked position on the bed frame, with a whimper between his bitten lips as you placed your hands over his warm cheeks and wiped his tears, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

Kurt happily joined in on the kiss, humming into your mouth as he brushed his lips over your own, knowing how much he’d missed your tongue against his, but he was so glad you were giving it to him now. Kurt could stay happy simply kissing you, he placed a hand onto your cheek and you wrapped yours around his neck, it made his heart feel all good whenever you two kissed. He loved you!

During your kiss you sat back down, your thighs leaning against Kurt even though he wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his lap and not let you leave. But after a few seconds of blissful post kiss haze for him, it wasn’t exactly a sexual kiss, but it made him fuzzy nonetheless, he realised his hand had migrated to your thigh. And once he looked down, he was sure what his next purpose was.

Upon seeing some of his cum exiting down your thigh slowly, Kurt wordlessly leant over with two fingers to scoop some of his release from the outside of your pussy, only to unceremoniously push it back into you. He smiled as your nails gripped onto his bicep, when you felt him inside you for just a second, before he pulled out, wiping his fingers on his own thigh messily.

It seemed that had been the last of sex fueled Kurt for now though, because suddenly he was your sweet boy once more, not that he’d ever stopped being, but you could tell he was tired and, as always, wanting just your affection now.

Kurt leant his head on your shoulder, and you were content with just letting him rest there, even if his eyelashes tickled as they batted against your skin. It felt nice just to have him breathe against you, but especially when he was holding your hands in your lap.

Suddenly you became aware of an acute tugging on your hair, and when you angled your head, you saw Kurt had started mindlessly chewing on it. “Dirty, sweetheart.” You lightly told him, smoothing a hand down his face and ridding your hair from his lips in the same movement. Although you did have to pick out little strands still attached to your head, that were caught on Kurt’s open wet mouth. He liked just sitting there, not having to do anything but keep his mouth open, letting you brush and smooth over his lips, especially when you put your thumb inside for a second, just to sort him out. “Do you want a kiss instead?” You offered him something to do with his mouth.

Kurt of course, didn’t do anything but nod. You kissed him again gracefully, managing to wipe some of his spit off your fingers once you brushed through his hair, the kiss only being a short one which definitely was right for the mood, but was not enough for Kurt. You could tell this yourself by the way his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water when you pulled back.

“Can I-“ Kurt began to ask, rubbing his cheek into your collarbone with a small mewl. “Can I have one please? For a little while?”

He didn’t ask like he wasn’t sure that he was going to get what he wants however. As much as you had him wrapped around your finger, he did too. Sure he made a lot of mistakes, almost all of them small so far, but he was way too cute to stay mad at.

Knowing immediately what he meant, you agreed. Kurt let you shuffle over to the headboard of your bed, even kindly propping the pillows up for you, so you could rest back against the frame, and you opened your arms encouragingly for Kurt. He immediately wriggled into your embrace, laying down against your chest with a peaceful sigh, before taking one of your tits into his mouth and sucking gently.

He kept his eyes opened at first, just looking at your body, not in a sexual way, but just knowing you were there, eyes following your arm as your raised it to stroke his hair, relaxing more at the feel. He physically couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping shut when you caressed the hairs at the nape of his neck though, shivering into your body but only slightly releasing your nipple to exhale a sigh. He was completely latched back onto it again when he was done, looking up into your eyes and knowing everything was going to be okay.

And even though he loved the feeling of his mouth being entertained, especially when it was you inside him, he popped off wetly for a second, because he was too enamoured by your look and your face and just all of you past and present to not open his mouth and speak his mind. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much Kurt.” You smiled, knowing he meant it and you were going to be okay.

You were both so happy you were going back to being you again.

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