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eternalsams · 29 days

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Your Woman ⇴ J.Seresin

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warning/content: 18+ (dear minors, interact and I'll block you), nudity, fluff, smut (dry wet humping, thigh riding?)

summary: when Jake and you decide to shower together, you realize you also have to share the playlist.

word count: 728 (this is so short i'm ashamed)

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration. Please don't come at me for the mockery of the country music, I love country music and I love Texas (only because they give us men like Glen Powell and Jensen Ackles)

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"Right... Cause saving water is the only reason you wanna shower with me?" You chuckle as you grab two fresh towels. "Of course! What other reason would I have?" Jake peaks his head from behind the shower curtain with a sly smirk. You huff and start undressing, not having it in you to deny your boyfriend what you both know you want. As you were about to open the curtain and step into the shower with him, he stops you. "Wait, can you put some music on? My phone's on the bed." You roll your eyes and chuckle before leaving the bathroom to grab his phone.

You see a text from Javy, telling Jake to hurry up if he wanted free beer. You chuckle once more and open Jake's music app. You click on the first playlist suggested and lock the phone before stepping into the shower. Jake's arm immediately wraps around your waist and you let out a gasp as you almost slip on the wet tile. "I gotcha', darlin'." He leans in to you and brush his lips against yours. "My hero..." You mutter and he smiles widely before kissing you.

The hand on your waist slides down to your ass and kneads the flesh, making you giggle against his lips. His other hand snakes at the back of your neck as he parts your lips with his tongue, licking deliciously into your mouth. Jake grabs the back of your thigh and pull you more into him, slotting one of his legs between yours. The friction of his muscular thigh against your core has you whimpering but Jake doesn't do anything more than just swaying his hips with yours. You pull away from him, taking a quick breath after he just kissed the air out of your lungs. That's when you hear it, the music. The sounds of the electric guitar playing country has you rolling your eyes and scoffing. "Don't make fun of my music, sweetheart." Jake purrs, looking down at you. "I'm not making fun. I just don't like it." You defend yourself. The swaying of his hips in rhythm has you quietly whining as his leg rubs perfectly against your pussy. "I feel like you're rather enjoying yourself." He chuckles, dipping his head to place a kiss on your lips. "You're not playing fair." You sigh, trying to suppress the shiver that's threatening to make your body tremble.

"I can't believe how much it turns me on..." Jake's low voice sings along the music, making you chuckle. "There's no hurry, don't you worry..." He keeps singing, swaying his hips in rhythm and pecking kisses along your jaw. "We can take our time." You finish the lyrics and Jake pulls away to look at you with a surprised smile. "You do know the lyrics. Come a little closer..." He accompanies his words by pulling you even closer and dragging your clit over his thigh and having you whining for more. You can feel his hardening cock poking at your hip but you don't care, you cannot think of anything else than the delicious feeling of his skin rubbing on your clit. Your lips latch onto his neck and your teeth nibble at his skin as you start to feel the knot in your tummy tightening.

Never in your life you would have thought you could have an orgasm to country music. But here you are, gasping and squeezing Jake's shoulders as you came on his thigh, listening to him singing along some stupid country ballad. "That's it, let go for me sweetheart." He purrs next to your ear, holding you firmly as he kept swaying his hips to help you ride out your orgasm. You let your head fall on his shoulder and he tenderly kisses the back of your head as you're catching your breath. "Such a good girl." He grabs your face and makes you look at him, giving you a soft smile. "So good for me." You return the smile weakly and reach for his face to kiss him. The song finally ends and when you think you can go back to having a normal shower, another country song starts. "Nope, not doing this again." You say as you step out of the shower to change his playlist. Jake only laughs and try to ignore to throbbing ache between his legs.

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c0eu4 · 2 months

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I know this one is a little sad but

Do you think you could write one of the drivers finding their gfs self offing note? And one of the thoughts running through his mind thinking that she was introverted but she was always happy?

DR3 | What happened?

danielricciardo x fem!depress!reader

Summary : When Daniel found your suicide note.

Warning : suicide note, depression, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/n : Here, reader is depressed. It includes everything like lack of hygiene, no motivation... Please, do not read this if it can trigger you!

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Daniel jumps on you and wraps his arms around you. He attacks your face with kisses, until it takes your breath away and makes you groan in displeasure.

''c'mon babe, get up!'' He told you as he continued his kisses and moved them down to your neck.

''Mhhh Dan! Move!'' You lazily push him away, rolling him onto the other side of the bed. He rolls onto his side, raising his head as he rests his head in his hand. He uses his other hand to clear your face of the few strands of hair hiding your face, tucking them behind your ears. But you push his hand away again and put the hood of your sweater on, then sink back into the blanket, pulling it up to your nose.

Daniel sighs. He noticed that you haven't been feeling well lately. You spend all your time in the bedroom and he has to force you out of bed every morning to take you somewhere. And sometimes he even has to remind you to do simple things like eating. Last meal, he feeds you, almost shoves food into your mouth because you were 'not hungry'.

But the most odd in that, it's that you're like that just with him. Whenever you're at the race with him, with people, you're someone else. You're talkative and the first to initiate the conversation. So he thought you just weren't in good mood because of the winter.

He ends up getting up, mainly because the position he's in is hurting his arm. He opens the curtains and pulls the duvet off of you, making you react.

''Daniel!'' You shouted at him and tried to grab back the duvet but only felt the sheet of the bed. You feel arms wrap around your waist and lift you up so easily. You don't say anything and let yourself do so, while Daniel carries you to force you to stand up.

''C'mon! We said we had to sort the whole house today.'' He rummages through your closet, pulling out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts, then gives them to you.

''Get ready babe, I'm not gonna do this all alone.'' He kisses you tenderly and leaves the room to give you some privacy.

He noticed that too. You both don't do things anymore. He can understand that you need space, but at this point? How long ago was the last time he saw you naked? You don't even remember.

You change lazily, and join Daniel in the kitchen. In front of your usual place on the stool, you find a slightly burnt plate of pancakes, and you can't help but smile softly. He does his best. You know that he knows.

You force yourself to eat your pancakes while Daniel is already starting to sort through the few things lying around in the kitchen. He asks you from time to time if you keep this or that thing. Once your breakfast is finished, you clear your plate and help him sort the kitchen.

Time passes and you clean every room in the house from top to bottom. You decide to finish with the room that will probably take the longest to complete, your bedroom. Daniel digs under the bed, pulling out old boxes full of different things that you didn’t unpack when you moved in. You take care of sorting the wardrobe, folding and rearranging the clothes.

Daniel digs under your side of the bed and finds a small shoebox. He sits on the bed and opens the box, while watching out of the corner of his eye that you aren't watching him do so. He hates doing that, going through your stuff. But your health is starting to worry him so much that he feels the need to do it, to reassure himself.

Inside the box, there are a few papers. He recognizes a drawing that his niece drew for you, and a smile appears on his face. There is a pearl bracelet, the one that a Daniel fan gave you two years ago. He finds a jewelry bag, it's in this bag that he gave you the necklace you wear all the time. He quickly understands that in this box, there are things that you value very much. He recognizes your diary, you write in it every evening and he never thought to look at it. He takes it in his hands and a paper falls out of it. He puts the diary down and opens the paper that was folded in half. He looks at you again, and checks that you are still focused on your task of tidying the wardrobe. He returns his attention to the piece of paper he holds in his hands. This is a text that you wrote. He reads the beginning, and the first words take the smile off his face.

‹‹I want to die.››

Simple, fast and effective.

But it hurts. It hurts more because of the fact that you write it and doesn't talk to him about it.

He doesn't read any further, not wanting to intrude too much into your life and above all, not wanting to put pressure on you.

''Babe, wha-..what is that?'' You turn around with a little smile on your face and one of his hoodies in your hands. But your smile immediately fades away when you see the paper between his hands.

''It's nothing.'' You tell him coldly, snatching the paper from his hands and putting it back in the box then sliding it under the bed. Daniel places a hand on your waist and forces you to turn towards him, despite you trying not to let him. He forces you to sit on his lap and takes you in his arms.

''Don't.. please..'' He hugs you tightly, almost taking your breath away. You feel his breath faster than usual against you and he nuzzles into your neck, running one hand up and down your back.

You wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his hair. His scent soothes you, as usual, even if he smells slightly of sweat. But it strangely makes you feel good.

''May I ask you.. why?'' He asks you after long minutes of silence. He continues to hold you close to him, hoping he can get you to talk.

''I...I'm feeling so.. low.'' With each word you say, your voice trembles more. Tears well up in your eyes and you can't help but let them fall down your cheeks. Daniel sits a little further in the bed and this time, he presses your head against his chest while continuing to caress your back.

''It's like.. I don't know. I'm just.. I just feel like nobody understands me.'' You keep crying softly, holding back your sobs. ''Like, whatever I want to do is so hard.. just living is hard.'' Daniel lets you open up and talk to him. It's the first time he sees you like this, sobbing and shaking in his arms.

''I understand you.'' He caress your hair. ''I've been there too. And it was you who got me out of this black hole.'' he kisses your forehead as you look up at him with eyes full of hope.

''Me?..'' You repeat, more tears falling down your face.

''You gave me love, you gave me affection, you taught me to love myself and you gave me confidence in myself again.'' He smiles at you, his own eyes now wet. ''And I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna give you all the love I have in me, I'm gonna show you that you are enough and I'm gonna get you out of this black hole.''

His words make you cry even more and he hugs you tightly, stroking your hair and back to calm you down.

''Everything's gonna be fine. I'm here.. I'm here..'' He kisses your forehead again, determined to get you out of this hell.

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yestrday · 2 months

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: ̗̀➛ LOVE BITES. yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader / yan! kurona ranze

you don't know what to do but spit fire and hate at two kidnapping psychos who can't even keep their lips off each other. they could at least have the decency to not do it in front of you :/

+ waaaah idk this writing feels lazy but i love love loooove poly yanderes and i wanted to try exploring it...

( once again. how do kissing scenes work. slight bl00d. poly relationship. implied other poly relationships who are also out to getcha )

ever since their blue lock days, kurona had always been isagi’s partner-in-crime. of all the partners yoichi could have chosen, he who had came later in his life was the one who won isagi’s trust and hand. and now he and isagi conquered together– in every match, in every television appearance, and now most importantly, you.

“kurona,” isagi murmurs, his delicate yet calloused fingers running up and down your bare hips. called by his silent command, kurona leans in closer, and his lean body presses itself on your shivering back. there is a silent intimacy in the air, simply indescribable by words. alone in the shadows of their shared living space, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight whenever the curtains flutter, the three of you press your heated bodies together.

isagi casts his gaze upon him, benevolent and possessive. it’s a cross between the kind off-field isagi and the cruel maestro of the court, and kurona finds himself shuddering under his gaze. “kurona,” he calls again. “talk to [your name] for me, please?” he sends him a pleading look, obviously disappointed that none of his attempts to consoling you is working. “i think they’re still scared of me.”

“mmm, is that true, [your name]?” he nuzzles into your nape and hugs your waist. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers dig into your skin– not harsh and blood-drawing as you expected, but well, who can blame you for your paranoia? “why’re you scared of isagi? of me? hmm?” your nape is soft against his nose, and he lets out a content sight. “we’re taking good care of you, aren’t we?”

you can’t help but whimper when he finally places all his body weight on you, treating you like a mere plushie as you’re now squished between isagi and kurona. “that’s right,” isagi hums, idly playing with your hair. “whatever you want, you can ask. we’re pros now, [your name]. we can buy you anything you want.”

you bite your lip, sending a teary glare up at isagi. he smiles so kindly, just like the kind boy you once cheered on blue lock tv. you can feel kurona’s gentle touch on your stomach too, and keenly aware of how capable he is of hurting you with just one clench. “i want to go back home.”

kurona and isagi share a quiet laugh. “everything except for that, that is.” the blue-haired boy even has the gall to send you an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

“we need you here with us,” kurona whispers, as sweet as he can be. his teeth graze against your nape once again but before he pulls away he takes a nip at your skin again, with more warning than the last. “you’re our prize, our trophy, our love. all of us love each other, yeah? you love us, and we love you too. how could you handle being away from us?” he has the gall to say all of this like it’s fact, imposing their feelings on you even when your face contorts into disgust with every delusion he spouts.

“i don’t think i would wanna live without you and isagi,” kurona whispers into your skin, as if sharing a secret. isagi’s one arm slings itself around kurona, now having the two of you huddled in his arms. “i think i’d die. yeah, i’d die.” sometimes, you think that kurona might just as much of a prisoner as you are. isagi likes to play nice all the time but both of them know how cruel and manipulative he could be, and how tightly he has kurona wound around his finger. but you watch as isagi smiles endearingly at the boy, pressing a kiss on his lips. then when he pulls away, kurona lets out a low whine, isgai’s breath hitches, and he dives in again for yet another albeit messier kiss. you cringe and look away.

chuckling, isagi gently holds the back of your hair— slightly squeezing the strands as warning— and guides your vision back to them. isagi is watching you from the side of his eye, smirking as he continues with that messy and drooly kiss. kurona struggles to even open his eyes, too pleasure-struck as he leans into the kiss. “watch, [y. name]. you could learn a lesson or two,” he chuckles. “kurona’s always so good for you and me. you should see what you’re missing.”

“i’m not missing out anything,” you sneer, though you’re only speaking to air as isagi redirects his energy into making out with kurona. “you two are sick. keeping me here and subjugating me to your every whims. you’re perverted psychos, that’s what you fucking are.”

kurona’s eyes slant slight, looking somewhat like a kicked puppy as you spout venom at the both of them. isagi just looks more amused than anything and he finally releases kurona from his hold. the sharp-toothed holds both of your hands in his as he looks up at you pleadingly as he presses your cold palm against his cheek. “[y. name], you’re here because we want to protect you. everyone out there wants a piece of you… kaiser and ness… nagi and that millionaire. isagi just wants the best for you.” he presses a soft kiss to your palm. “for the both of us.”

you want to refute this, that the only reason why they locked you away is so their other equally psycho competitors won’t find you and take you for themselves. but kurona’s eyes and gentle acts have a way of prodding at your heartstrings and you feel like you were falling for this stupidly effective manipulation tactic of his. so instead you sigh and look away from him, gritting your teeth with hardened eyes.

“now, now, don’t be too stubborn,” isagi laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “you’re going to be with us for a lo~ng time. might as well learn how to love it.”

you bite your lip to silence yourself and watch as kurona smiles gently at you, nestling himself right beside isagi’s head. “love you so much, both of us,” he murmurs into your skin. his sharp teeth graze the soft flesh, making you stiffen and your fingers dig into isagi’s thigh in alarm. “you’ll accept our love, won’t you?”

“of course they will, kurona,” isagi affirms, not even waiting for your response. “don’t feel too guilty.”

a silence between them happens, sharing some sort of secret message you’re not privy to. soon, kurona’s lips twitch into a smile—

and his teeth dig into your neck, blood seeping from the broken skin as you scream at the pain. warmth shoots through your neck, something trickles downwards and under your shirts, and you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling as you hear nothing but your own shallow breaths. kurona hums beside you, licking the marks in apology, and one fearful glance at him has you flinching at how he licks the blood from his lips with that ever-gentle expression.

“looks s’ pretty on you, kurona,” isagi says appreciatively, pressing down on his lower lip with his thumb and kurona opens his mouth so he can get a full view of the mess within his mouth. “must taste really good, huh? especially with the way you’re blushing.”

he’s right, your mind manages to comprehend. his eyes are lidded as his tongue swipes at his teeth to get every drop and the blush on his pale face tells you just how much he’s enjoying this. the man’s a sick pervert. how could i fucking forget?

“don’t be so angry, [y. name].” isagi swipes a trickle of blood from your skin and presses it against kurona’s lips, who too eagerly sucks on his finger to get more of the taste. “it’s the least you could do for hurting kurona’s feelings. our feelings.”

you don’t quite have the energy to even bite back. in defeat, you slump against isagi and close your eyes to the sound of kurona’s hungry slurps and isagi’s encouraging moans.

sick fucks.

maybe you should let yourself get kidnapped by reo. better the collar than getting bitten. probably.

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luveline · 2 years

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MR STEVE HARRINGTON TAKING YOUR FIRST KISS WHEN YOU GO TAKE PHOTOBOOTH PICS IM MELTING

cutest idea EVER as soon as you sent it i was like omg

"How many photos are there?" you ask, squishing in against the wall as Steve slides onto the bench beside you.

"Four."

"How are we gonna pose for four photos?" you ask.

Steve closes the curtain and clicks on the screen with only a mild frustration when it proves finicky. "Uh, don't worry about it. I'm sure something will come to us."

The first photo begins. A feminine voice counts down, 3, 2, 1, and Steve has wrapped his hand around your elbow out of frame, leaning into your shoulder. You're both smiling wide, heads inclined, foreheads kissing.

"That's boring," Steve says after it's done. "We should go Bond for the next one."

He's already turning, his back pressed to your shoulder. You copy him though you're not sure what he means, spines pressed together. You crane over your shoulder to ask, "Bond?"

"You know, the spy? Double oh seven?"

You shake your head and laugh, the two of you with your shoulders digging in and guns upheld. Steve looks at the screen all cool and charming and you've got no clue what to do, looking up at the ceiling of the booth.

"Not like that! You look like a nun!" Steve says urgently, laughing. You whip your head forward, embarrassment like the heat of a flame licking over your skin.

3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks.

You scramble up, heart racing with no clue what pose to pull next. Steve throws up a peace sign as you giggle and place your hands under your face like a cherub angel. He approves.

"Perfect," he says.

The time counting down for this one feels longer. Steve's thigh to your thigh becomes a heating pad, his naked arm brushing yours an explosion of firecrackers under the skin. This close he smells like cedarwood and bergamot, an intoxicating, heady scent that you can't help but drift towards. He throws his arm around your shoulders in response and again your faces draw close. You imagine the warmth irradiating off of his cheek and onto your own.

3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks. You blink, affronted by the flash, the bright white eating at the centre of your vision. Steve's arm slides back but his hand stays on your shoulder, lithe fingers squeezing tight flesh.

You can't help laughing with nerves and a lot of happiness, pleased to be here with him taking silly couple's photos with a thousand contiguities between you, breathing the same air, hidden away from everyone in the world but each other.

You turn to Steve. He's alarmingly handsome this close, his warm, soft eyes and their fluttering lashes peering at you with an emotion you could describe but don't, too afraid to admit what it is to yourself in case you're terribly wrong.

A smile plays on his pretty mouth.

"What?" he asks, having watched your staring.

Get ready!

"You just look really handsome today. Every day," you say, turning away from him with a big photo ready smile.

You can feel his gaze, hear his smile. "You think so?" His hand slides over the back of your neck, skirting around to hold it in a hot, firm grip.

"I'm gonna kiss your cheek for this one," he says. "Okay?"

"Okay," you say weakly, sounding as nervous as you feel.

He leans in towards you, his face bringing with it a wave of goosebumps. They start at the base of your neck and sweep your entire body, shivering as his lips touch your cheek. He shifts in his seat to get close, really truly kissing you and you go a little blind, worse as the lady counts.

3. Steve brings his other hand up, firm but kind to the side of your face.

2. Your eyes close on instinct as he turns your head towards him.

His lips press to yours. Chaste, smooth, you find yourself forced back a half inch at the connection, a flower of warmth blossoming from the center of your chest outwards, all over your body, your tummy becoming a melted pool of heat. Your hands grab for his elbows. You don't return the kiss so much as let yourself be kissed.

The shutter clicks. A bright white flash.

Steve pulls away like he doesn't want to. You take in a big breath and open your eyes, find him staring at you with worry lining his expression.

"Sorry," he says. "I thought you-"

You nod and lean forward again, clumsily pressing your lips to his for a second kiss. Your enthusiasm gives him a confidence he didn't quite have the first time, his hands greedy where they rove over your neck and shoulders. What was chaste becomes less so, his lips slightly parted over yours, kissing you with an aching ardency.

Please exit the booth.

Steve breaks the kiss and drops his forehead against yours as you giggle breathlessly, sucking in keenly missed air.

"Sorry for freezing up the first time," you say, sounding even to yourself like a giddy, dizzied mess. "No one's ever kissed me before."

"That was your first kiss?" he murmurs, though his surprise peeks through.

You shudder as his hand rubs over your upper arm roughly. "Yeah. My second, too."

He kisses the corner of your mouth with a brilliant grin and pulls away from you. "And your third."

Steve throws open the curtain and you follow him out of the booth, bumping shoulders in a rush to see the photos as he pulls them out of the drop box. He takes your elbow into his hand, an unnecessary, irreplaceable closeness as he turns to show you the photos.

Standing with your heads angled down together, you brush your fingertips over the captured moment of your first kiss. Your surprise. Steve's clear affection.

Your eyes move up. In every photo he's looking at you. Even the Bond one, a lopsided smile as he corrects your position.

You try to take it from him and he won't allow it.

"I'm keeping it," he says.

"How's that fair? It's my first kiss. You've had loads of kisses."

"Not with you."

You try to glare at him and fail, especially when he gets a mischievous look about him and says, "We'll just have to do it again."

You let him push you back into the photo booth with little protest.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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grossditz · 7 months

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your writing is insane 😵‍💫 do you think we could get some ricky scenario w noncon? 🤲🏻 maybe some somnophilia too or smth. ALSO thanks for your work the dead dove girlies are definitely loving your account 🫶🏼

i'm so so sorry this took me so long honey <3 i was really unmotivated with writing for a lil bit so thank you for being so understanding during this time (and waiting all this time being unsure T_T ) but i hope you enjoy reading 💌💌💌

cw 〜 noncon，somnophilia，dumbification，dom!ricky，sub!reader

ricky caught himself looking over you while you were sleep one day, gaze lingering for too long he barely noticed the tent in his pants rising until you were shifting around grumbling about how he should come to bed already.

that day he made a mental note. if he ever saw you in a vulnerable position like that again, he would get himself in trouble. and for the next three weeks hes been avoiding late night shifts because it means he didn't have to come home to you already done with the day. but after things got busy at the office, he reluctantly had to stay. walking into your shared house with his palms all sweaty and hair messy.

the room is dark when he walks in, moonlight lightly streaming in through the crack of the curtains. there you are, his masterpiece, sprawled out on your stomach, legs spread wide enough so the wet patch coating your panties were visible and a pillow hugged to your chest. ricky can hardly hear the tv over the beating of his heart. his girl all in glory, waiting for him, tempting him. he takes a cautious step forward, eyes trained on your body. you seemed to shine in the moonlight, your figure beautiful and full, all for him. this was too much. he couldn't help the hand that reached down to palm himself. never once did you stir while he creeped up behind you, heavy hands fitting around the cusps of your asscheeks.

"so perfect.." he murmurs, fat cock throbbing in his boxers when he slides your panties to the side. your ass all on display for him. ricky feels bad pulling out his cock, stroking it over your leg while you're clueless to the world. you've always valued your sleep, never letting him fulfill his dark fantasies. "i'd be too tired baby. we can't do that okay?" you'd say. but this time is different. ricky doesn't have to ask because you're already drifted off. he had full control.

maybe he could've fingered you open, walls suffocatingly tight around him when he pushed himself inside. you still don't move. his pretty princess. he oh so bad wanted to make this easy for you. slowly grinding his big cock into you, pushing too far against your cervix he swears he hears you whimper. but its so good. you're squeezing him so tightly, hes slamming his cock into you in no time. big hands wrapped around your waist to hold down your body from going up to far, making hushed pants leave your mouth. you still haven't noticed. thinking its another wet dream.

ricky can’t believe how pliant you are as he pounds into your sleeping figure. “fuck princess,” he whispers, grabbing one thigh and pushing it up as far as he can. this new angle makes you feel impossibly tighter around him, his cock sliding even deeper inside of you. you’re whimpering softly now, twitching in your sleep. ricky is close, so fucking close, his head is lolling back and his head is clouded with you. and he throws all caution to the wind as he focuses on chasing his orgasm.

“ricky?” he opens his eyes to find you looking back at him, eyes only half opened. you’re gripping at the pillow with both of your hands, and he doesn’t miss how you subtly move away from him. “what're you doing...?” your eyes are glassy, filled with so much curiosity. he doesn't know what comes across him. suddenly your head is being pressed against the pillow and your hips are manhandled up so he can fuck you harder. "all you have to do is take it pretty."

you were too weak from hardly being conscious, all you could do was whine while ricky used your hole. "n—no ricky— you— stop!" you squirm around, breathing growing more and more uncontrollable. "you need to stop..."

"shh its okay princess. you can take it." ricky's cock makes you feel so full, plunging in and out of your wet hole. the feeling of your walls being split open by something girthy made your head hurt. cunt pooling and feeling so icky. you feel every single vein of his cock. "r—ricky...."

every praise that ricky gives starts to sound like garbled noise and you think your mind might be floating somewhere else again as your body continues to be ravaged. all you could hear was a series of "you feel so good" "doing so well princess. taking my cock like a good girl."

ricky is so close. you know when his thrusts get sloppy and his tip starts hitting your bladder at each push. you reached behind you to grab his wrist. "c—cum..." you sounded so pathetic, not even able to form proper words and it makes him smile, "gonna cum, baby?" he asks and you nod rapidly, grip so tight around his wrist. you whine when he slows down, then hes pulling out and slapping his cock head on your pussy. "no no no! please don't stop!" you look over your shoulder, cheeks flushed and wet. he only laughs, pumping all his cum over you.

"whats wrong baby? thought you didn't like it?"

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darkphoenix07 · 9 months

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Hi love if requests are still opened may I have an established relationship hongjoong oneshot where reader isolates herself frequently because of mental health and spends a lot of unwanted time in bed because she can’t muster up the courage to get up where hj helps her start her day and stuff?

Hongjong helps you as you isolate yourself often

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Genre : Comfort, Fluff, Romance, Dance

Song 🎶: Everything I wanted by Billie Eilish and Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

7.00 a.m.

You hear Hongjong entering the house as he parks his car in the garage. You want to get up, run towards him and hug him. You want to break in his arms feeling free as tears leave your eyes. You wish you could get up but it's too hard.

You have been lying on the bed for the whole day like a corpse. He called you a million times for having breakfast but you said you weren't hungry. He left kissing you goodbye, saying he loves you. But you didn't even say love you back. You laid there not moving a single muscle, not taking shower or having food.

Right now you can't feel your body. You don't feel like you are in this universe anymore. The pain, the anxiety, the panic attack have taken over your body suppressing everything.

"Baby, are you home?" His sweet voice echoes in the living room.

You haven't touched him for how long you don't remember. You don't know when was the last time, you kissed him, hugged him properly. Sex is far.

"Baby!" The way he calls you baby. It should pick your body up. You feel guilty for being such a prick. But you can't help. You imagine how he will leave you alone, you'll be able to lay here for the rest of your life until you actually become a corpse.

There looking for you, he enters in your room. Seeing the darkness of your room, the curtains all down, your blanket covering half of your body and you same gaze at the ceiling, he understands you haven't moved from the bed.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" He asks entering as he touches you forehead.

"Hm," you mumble not wanting to get attacked with more questions.

But he notices how messed up your hair is though you aren't warm or cold. You are still wearing the dress from three days ago which means you haven't showered for three days.

You think of the consequences that will occur if he switches on the lights, pulls the blanket off you and starts screaming at you. What will you do?

You wait for it but the lights aren't being turned on, no screaming is around you like it used to happen in your household. Its more quite than usual that you can hear his heartbeat beside yours.

"Can I get inside?"

You would have said no. You would have pushed him away. But the way he asked you, the way he plead like he is asking foe forgiveness that you had to move slightly making space for him.

He gets inside the blanket though you know you stick as bad as a garbage can. He pulls you on his hand, "I want to have dinner outside with you or we can have a terrible cheat day. Only street foods and chocolate or ice cream. What do you say?"

You don't answer him so he looks at you with all of the love he has for you, "Or we can stay here in the bed while I sing for you. Then we can take a shower together while dancing and order dinner. I can make you some too but I am not as good as Wooyoung when it comes to cooking."

You look at him with sleepy eyes. His touch makes you realize how long you haven't slept. Maybe three days or more. It happened without any reason. You don't know why you are feeling like this life doesn't matter or why you don't want to move. You feel heartbroken, guilty for not having a single reason to tell him why you are feeling this much heavy.

"Baby. You'll become sick. I would let you stay here but you look so pale. I am worried," he says pulling you close to his chest, "You know how much I love you, right?"

You wanted to walk up a while ago. But it was just night. The ending of another day you could have spent productively that you wasted. You feel so disgusted by your own self but the man in front of you gazing at you like you are some diamond.

"I don't know what to do," that's when you speak up because you don't want to disappoint him. He has so much patience and hope for you. You understand now that if you speak up maybe he will understand but it's just too hard.

"Will you let me do something for you?" He asks kissing your forehead gently.

You don't say anything as a positive answer and he gets up, "Stay in your little paradise for some moment. I am coming back."

He says and rushes outside. After some while, you hear his car's sound. You don't understand and you forget that you should care after sometimes. You curl around hugging your blanket drowning in your dark side again.

You don't know how long it passes away before Hongjong comes, "I am going to pick you up. Okay?"

He warns you so you can say no if you want to. But you don't say anything or do anything as he cradles you up in his arms and walks outside the room. You notice the lights are all off, there is just the chandelier lighting in the living room.

As he enters in the bathroom of the room you two share, you see there are scented candles on the sink area. He doesn't stop here, he places you inside the tub filled with purple flower petals, you don't understand what flower are these. But the sudden warm water washes thrill over your whole body. You start feeling a little better from the warm water.

He helps you take off the clothes and runs outside again. You start hearing him playing Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift in the background before he enters in the bathroom again with a fruit salad bowl.

He sits outside the tub feeding you the salad, "I thought you may faint so I had to give you some food and suger."

You smile as you keep having the fruits one by one. Some little effort is all you wanted to give to feel better again but it was too hard.

"Join me," you tell him making his eyes go big.

He places the bowl on the sink and makes you stand up, "I have a better idea," and pushes the shower button. Cold water starts washing over both of you and you start giggling seeing him shiver.

It's so adorable yet fascinating how he is looking and acting right now. He holds your one hand and wraps your waist with another, "Let's dance in the rain."

"It's literally summer," you tell him as he spins you while the water of the tub splashes around dripping on the floor.

"Who cares?" He says pulling you towards him and again moving you with him. The dance, the movements, they are so messy yet perfect for your body to feel alive. It's like every cell of your body is waking up one by one.

"Kiss me," he says cupping your face in his hands and your lips find his in no time.

You wish you would have talked about your feelings to him earlier, you wish you wouldn't waste your time, you wish you would kiss him back and say love you back. But it's alright, you tell yourself. It's alright because I can do it now.

"Hongjong," you say as you wrap yourself in the towel and he looks at you.

"I love you," you tell him and his smile gets bigger than ever.

"I love you," he says and pecks you on the lips.

No, you haven't stopped feeling the heaviness yet but you have stopped blaming yourself making it look like a crime for feeling depressed without any reason. Every feeling is precious after all.

For the people who thinks your feelings aren't valid. They are.

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mitsies · 1 year

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ZIP IT! ; bachira meguru > in which, your boyfriend really needs to either a) change his ringtone, or b), shut the hell up.

if you woke up to the sound of electronic dogs barking at 2 in the morning one more time, you think you'd go insane and jump out the window of your apartment.

slowly sinking down into the sheets, you pry your eyes open. the moon filtering through the curtains painted silvery stripes on the walls and your boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully with his head on your chest. you feel the hot puffs of his breath against your collarbone, and you'd maybe love this moment if it weren't for the fucking ringtone blaring like a siren in the dead of night.

"meguru," you poke his side and he almost whines in his sleep, pressing himself closer to your side, "wake up. your alarm is going off again."

this was at least the 7th night that your boyfriend's irritating ringtone had blasted at the same time in the dead of night, and suffice it to say that you're sick and tired of losing sleep over his forgetting to delete the alarm. "meguru. get up."

he finally stirs when you jab him maybe a little too hard in the side, rising up off you and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "huh? 's too early, baby, why are we awake?"

"your alarm is going off again. do you not hear it?"

he blinks and opens his mouth- "oh." reaching over you, he taps in his password and silences the alarm, and smiles at you. "all better?"

you purse your lips and push the heels of your palms against your eyes, wishing the cold to lull you back to sleep. "no," you grumble, "i have to get up early tomorrow and this really does not help."

"but i turned it off."

"but it still woke me up."

you steel your nerves and flip over so you're on your side, turning to face away from bachira. less than a split-second later, he's already sprawled on top of your side, resting his full weight on your arm.

"don't be mad! babe," he says into your ear, already far too awake for having been dead asleep less than a minute ago.

you opt to not reply, only burying your face in the pillows to try and hide the growing smile on your face. you feel his cold hands snaking to fit under your shirt and onto your stomach in the way he does to either annoy you or warm them up.

"are you mad? why aren't you talking!"

in an attempt to look even more asleep, you tug the blanket underneath your chin and let out a huff, which makes your boyfriend laugh. "don't tell me you're tired now! it's only 2!"

you don't reply again, and the room falls silent- there's only a brief shuffling as his cold hands depart from your skin, and you're almost tempted to turn around just to see what he's doing when the chilly air of the bedroom suddenly bites against your skin as the sheets are pulled off you.

"it's my bed too, y'know," he says as you sit up and give him the dirtiest look you can muster, "so my blanket."

trying to reach for a corner to grab and tug away, you fall with a huff as bachira yanks it from your grasp. "if you want the blanket, you gotta say something, silly!"

"i'm breaking up with you."

"what- hey! something nice, pretty, 'kay?"

grumbling unintelligibly because you can't find it in yourself to be sensical at this hour, you shift closer to your boyfriend. he runs cold, but despite that you let yourself relax and find solace in the crook of his neck. quietly, you whisper into his skin, "i love you. blanket please?"

you're too tired to see the way he softens, almost instantly moving to accommodate you and returning the affections. on the pillows, his chin moves to rest on top of your head as he pulls the blanket close around the both of you.

"there you are," he says with a sweetness that makes your chest tighten as you press yourself infinitely closer, as if you're trying to absorb his words through the vibrations they emit in his throat.

silence continues for a few more beats until you finally say something again: "tomorrow, you're changing your ringtone or you're sleeping on the couch."

he laughs quietly. "yeah. yeah, i know."

✄ written for the mitsies 3k follower event with the prompt you give them the silent treatment for some reason and they reach a level of clingyness you didn’t think possible

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sakumz · 7 months

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「 yanagi x fem reader 」

a/n : I wanna rant lol

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" please be the romeo, yanagi. shu sustained an injury the other day so he's the narrator with me. we need you! " ishikawa clasps his hands together as yanagi smiles and agrees.

you, juliet is feeling nervous as the clock ticks. any minute now and it's showtime! where's your romeo? is he ready? all this thoughts running in your head that you fail to notice yanagi standing behind you. you let out an internal scream when you saw him, standing behind you. he just wants to wish you goodluck.

" h-have you memorised your parts, yanagin? " you ask but before he could reply, you heard the narrators, shu and ishikawa call out your name. that's your que to stand on stage and act your role.

" oh... why do our families fight with such hatred? I'm sure that if given the chance, they'd join hands and work together just like we have. if they could just understand half of how I feel about you, romeo... I'm sure- "

" AH-CHOO! "

" what was that noise? " ishikawa whispers to shu as the mics picks it up, making the audience laugh.

" what's this, a horror show? " someone from the seats say.

" that was pretty loud, " another say.

" man! was you, miyamura?! " shu shouts, making him peek from the curtains to shake his head, no.

" how embarrassing, " you whisper.

" crap, I forgot my lines. hey.. um what's next? " hearing you said that, made the audience burst into laughters.

" guess it wasn't horror but comedy? " someone say.

" hey juliet, that was an important line! " yanagi finally, steps onto stage.

" I can't help it, you sneezed and everything disappeared from my head! " you scolded him.

hearing your words, the audience laughed a little too hard for comfort.

" hey! they like it, next scene you two! " shu encourages.

onto the next scene, you're standing on what's supposed to be the balcony. yanagi standing somewhere below and next to him is the servant, miyamura dressed in a wig and maiden clothes.

" the capulets want your life, " miyamura says.

" no matter how dangerous it is, I need to go to her, " yanagi replies. " she's waiting at that balcony! "

" don't stop romeo, but this is when this servant shows her determination! " ishikawa announced.

" the truth is, she's in love with romeo! when she thinks this is their farewell, she gets ready to tell him how she feels, " shu follows.

" I don't remember this, being in the script? " miyamura whispers as yanagi sighs.

" well, just say whatever comes to your mind. I'm sure hori-san will deal with the two later, " yanagi comforts miyamura with a pat to his shoulder.

" um... romeo-sama, I've always loved you... crap, hori-san! I love you most! I cant do this anymore, " he runs away from the stage.

the audience burst into laughter once more. suddenly, a random hooded lady appeared on stage.

" oh a mysterious woman appears! " shu says.

" just who is she? " ishikawa respond.

" um, I am Josephine! romeo's true love! " remi says as she pulls down her hood. the crowd gasps and whispers, was romeo a player?

" this... you can't be my lover, you're my sister! " yanagi quickly thinks of a line.

" that doesn't matter if we're in love, " she replies.

" our family will be in bloodbath if they knew. besides, I'm sure the president loves you more than I do! go back to him. " yanagi fake cries, making the audience sympathise with him.

" he loves juliet! " the crowd cheers.

" I- you're right, onii-sama. " she runs off stage.

" you think, I'll let you have juliet that easy? I'm her older brother, Friedrich! " hori appears and charged him with her sword. he quickly ducks and run forward towards you.

" when I asked about you, you're a despicable man who cheats and make women cry, " hori says.

" you misunderstood the situation and exaggerated it! " yanagi replies.

" you want my juliet? fight me! " she charges at him as he runs around the stage.

" m-miyamura! take her, please! "

" even he can't save you! "

yanagi finally runs down the stage as she runs after him. yoshikawa and hori's father was next to them when yanagi ran up the audience.

" please catch her! " he begs as yoshikawa grabs her by the arm and her father takes the other arm.

" kyouko, why do you have to bully poor romeo? " kyousuke says out loud, making the audience around him laugh as hori freezes.

" now that they've finally caught juliets brother, what's next to come? " shu says.

" i-im coming, juliet! " yanagi shouts as he bolts towards you, climb the ladder to grab your hands at the balcony.

" o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou, romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name ; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a capulet. " you read your lines.

" then I'll take you. in exchange, please call me your lover. if you do, I will no longer be romeo. my beloved juliet. " he says.

" okay... I love you, romeo. " you finish as you two hold hands and the crowd cheers.

the casts bow and thank the watchers as everyone slowly leave the place, you and yanagi walked side by side off stage. fellow classmates were congratulating you two for the heart felt work.

" ahem, juliet could you come with me? " yanagi says as he offers his hand out. you two haven't changed out of your outfits.

you take his hand as he leads you away from the stage area, he walks you to the quiet council room as you two enters he closes the door and take a seat on one of the chairs. you take a seat across from him.

" well? " you question as he swallow sharply.

" y/n l/n... would you take my hand and be the juliet to my romeo? " he asks, looking at your face as you blush slightly from his words.

" oh romeo... are you asking me to be your lover? if so then yes I'll be your juilet. " you smile as he leans in to kiss your cheek, making you both blush.

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ inspired by nisekoi lol

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catt-leya · 1 year

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Good Girl (18+) || Rick Grimes

Summary: After a long day in the rain, Rick comes home and just wants to hold you. But it doesn't take him long to weaken and fuck you senseless (sorry I really suck at summaries, so here you have the original Request)

Trigger: age gap (everyone is of age)

The wind beats the rain against the living room window and I pull my blanket even closer to my chin.

It's late fall, but the weather has been so great the last few weeks that this storm was bound to happen sooner or later, and of course Rick picked this exact day to slaughter the walkers at an outpost.

I'm also well aware that I don't have to worry about Rick at all because he's probably one of the few people that nothing really bad ever happens to, but I can't help but feel worse and worse the longer he's out.

Normally I would have gone with him, but with my medical knowledge, I was needed in the infirmary today and now have nothing better to do than stare out the window and wait for my boyfriend.

I am so lost in thought that I wince when there is a sudden knock on the door and I jump up frantically. My legs get caught in the blanket and I just manage to pull myself together to avoid hitting the floor head-on.

Half stumbling, I arrive at the door and yank it open. I don't expect to see Rick in front of it because he would have just walked in, but when I see Daryl in front of the door, I still shrink a little, "You want to come in?"

He shakes his head and I stare at the raindrops running down on him like he's stepped into a shower in clothes.

Daryl's voice is raspy and I'm worried he's going to be seriously ill when he grumbles, "Rick told me to tell you he'll be right in. He wanted to bring something else to Michonne."

A ton of stones fall from my heart and I smile gratefully at him, "Okay. You sure you don't want to come in? I can make you some tea. If you keep walking through the rain like that, you're going to get sick."

He's already turning away, though, and calls over his shoulder, "I'm going to lie down. Don't worry."

Skeptically, I watch him walk through the pouring rain toward his house, and after a good 50 feet, I can't really see him anymore.

I cross my arms in front of my chest and stop in the doorway. When push comes to shove, I can be patient, although I'm really not by nature at all.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally see Rick coming toward me through the rain curtain, and I ignore the thick raindrops as I run up to him and fall around his neck.

In surprise, he staggers back a few steps, "Ufff...Are you okay?"

I press myself against his wet body, "I am now."

His clothes are sticking to him, but I can still feel the warmth radiating from him and am just happy to hold him in my arms.

His hands stroke my back and he murmurs, "Let's go inside."

I bury my nose in his neck and hear him laugh softly, "Princess?"

Rick's large hands slide to my butt and without warning he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Actually, it wasn't my intention to be carried by him, but I don't complain as he carries me through the rain to our house.

Softly I sigh in his ear, "I missed you."

He aligns me on his hip before taking the first step of the stairs and replies, "I missed you too."

We just saw each other this morning, but there's a kind of dependence between us that may even reach unhealthy proportions at times. Even now I need more of him, but when I open my mouth he is just going up the first step and the movement presses his belt buckle to a certain spot between my legs and a high-pitched moan slips from my lips.

Immediately he stops and I feel him trying to stifle his laughter.

Embarrassed, I close my eyes, "Sorry."

That's the moment he can't hold back anymore and laughs out loud, "That was the belt, right?"

Playfully, I pull his short hair and growl, "Shut up."

I feel his chest vibrate because he's trying to keep his mouth shut and goes up the second flight of stairs, being careful to push me back against the buckle and I bite my lower lip hard to keep from making a sound, which he doesn't let go uncommented, "I want to hear it again."

Embarrassed, I grab his hair tighter and lift my head to face him and hiss, "Put me down." The problem with this is probably that he likes it when I grab his hair tightly

Childishly, he grins at me and takes the last step.

I can't control the deep breath I take and Rick uses the moment to kiss me on the lips, which of course makes me groan again and he quietly teases into the kiss, "I'm starting to realize how much you've missed me."

I squirm in his arms and he lowers me down laughing softly.

Before I'm even properly on my feet, he kisses me quickly on the nose and mumbles an apology.

I don't hold it against him either and I just roll my eyes, "You know, I'm just a young woman who likes her boyfriend. So you best be happy that I think you're hot enough to do me with your belt buckle."

Rick grabs my hand and finally pulls me inside, "Noted."

The warmth inside is pleasant on my wet skin and I can imagine how much Rick craves a warm shower, so I lovingly push him toward the stairs, "Go take a shower. I'll wait for you here."

He walks up the stairs without resistance, and my horned-up brain can't take its eyes off his back, where the wet shirt clings to him like a second skin.

With each step I see his muscles move and I don't realize I've almost started drooling until he disappears into our bedroom.

Shaking my head, I walk to a closet in the living room and take out a towel.

As I dry off I try to put the image of Rick on the stairs out of my mind, but just can't get rid of it. I've always thought that there comes a point in a relationship where you don't want to fuck your boyfriend, non-stop, but I'm starting to think that it doesn't work that way for either of us.

In fact, our sex has gotten more and more interesting over the past few months, to the point where Rick has asked me to call him sir or even daddy. I never thought about whether I might like something like that, but Rick was all over the idea.

It's probably our age difference, which then becomes more apparent and turns him on so much.

The first time, I tried it out for his sake and when the words left my lips, everything inside me contracted. The way his eyes lit up and his hard cock twitched against my thigh almost made me go crazy and now he fucks my brains out almost daily.

To be completely honest, I didn't expect him to still have that kind of stamina at his age, but he's anything but prude and can bring me to orgasm more than once and he doesn't even have to try very hard for that.

The sooner I come, the prouder he is of himself and really I shouldn't encourage him any more in his ego, but it's almost ridiculous how easy it is for him and there's nothing I can do about it.

I once tried to think of the strangest things, but Rick is always so present and practically forces me to squirm under him.

Completely lost in thought, I cry out when I feel a hand on my shoulder and even as I realize it's just Rick, my heart is still hammering way too fast in my chest and I press the flat of my hand to it, "Oh God."

Rick tilts his head and looks at me questioningly, "What were you thinking about?"

I'm certainly not going to put it on him that after the belt buckle party I had to think about how easily he can make me come, so I shrug and toss the damp towel in my hands onto the chair next to us, "Nothing in particular."

Briefly, his gaze lingers on me and I use the moment to let my eyes slide over his torso, now covered by a loose fitting white shirt.

Gently Rick takes my hand and pulls me to the couch where I was lying earlier.

Sighing, he drops onto it and pulls me into his arms. My back is pressed against his warm chest and instead of looking out the window again, I close my eyes and enjoy his closeness.

His breathing hits the back of my neck regularly and his hand paints small circles on my covered belly.

The silence is comfortable and I press closer to his chest.

Rick kisses me fleetingly behind my ear and whispers softly, "I couldn't wait to be with you again all day."

Smiling, I mumble "Hmmm" and my smile grows even wider as I feel him spread more kisses on my neck.

With each kiss, his hand slides lower until he slides it under my top and touches my bare skin.

Sighing, I turn my head to him and he kisses me without waiting even a second.

My whole body is electrified even though the kiss is soft and intimate, but there's something engaging about it and I feel like he's kissing me deeper than he normally does.

Roughly, I breathe against his lips, "What are you doing?"

His answer is a muffled "Shhh" and then his tongue is in my mouth.

It's neither wild nor dirty. It's a loving gentle kiss that makes me press my butt against his crotch and I hear the sweetest sounds from him.

His fingers on my belly stroke lower and lower as light as a feather and he gently slides those between my legs.

At the first touch on my clit I gasp hoarsely and he devotes himself to my neck again.

In slow circles he works between my legs.

His touch is far too light and I try to push myself toward his hand, just then his lips hover over my skin on my neck and he asks softly, "How do you want it?"

I know the game and I know exactly what he's asking for, but no matter how long we've been doing this, I can't help blushing and whispering, "Hard, Rick."

There's silence for a moment and I notice my legs tighten more and more, then Rick says behind me, "No nicknames tonight okay?"

I'm a little surprised, but mumble, "Okay," because it's Rick.

If he wants to hear his own name come out of my mouth while he fucks me senseless, that's exactly what he gets.

He presses harder on my clit in thanks, and that's enough to make me come trembling in his arms, feeling his increasingly hard cock pressing against my ass.

I try to catch my breath as he turns us so that he kneels behind me and helps me straighten up enough so that my butt is in proper position.

Waiting, I rest my head on the couch and look up over my shoulder at him.

Rick looms over me his gaze is fixed on me in awe, as if he can't believe I'm actually letting him do this to me and allow him to use and love me day after day.

Impatiently I wiggle my butt, "Please Rick."

I can't wait to feel him inside me anymore. To feel every single vein inside me until I feel like I can't hold on anymore.

Hoarsely he growls, "Let's see how many times I can make you cum."

My pussy tightens in anticipation and I feel Rick reach around me and pull my underpants, including my panties, down to my knees.

Cool air hits the dampness between my legs, which is almost embarrassing, but it always happens to me when he touches me, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear him take off his sweatpants.

I know exactly how big he is. I know every inch of Rick's body inside and out, and he probably knows my body better than I do myself, so I'm not surprised that he slides the tip of his cock just over my pussy and makes me whimper pitifully, "Just do it. Please."

I try to meet him, but he presses a hand firmly between my shoulder blades, limiting my movement, "Sure you've earned it?"

I flick my eyes open and look him firmly in the eyes clouded with arousal, "I've been a good girl."

While I'm not supposed to call him daddy or sir, he didn't say anything about skipping other games that I know turn him on.

So I bat my eyelashes and breathe, "Please show me what a good girl deserves. Use me to cum."

I can see exactly in his eyes when I'm hitting the right nerve and I moan gratefully as he pushes his tip inside me.

Slowly he stretches me with his thickness and I hear his choppy breathing as he gasps, "I want to fuck you so bad you can't look straight afterwards, fuck I want to destroy you."

I lick my lips and bring a whimpering, "Please Rick," to my lips.

He presses my torso harder against the couch as he feels me squirm beneath him and I gasp, "Oh God."

Deeper and deeper he penetrates me and I try to push my knees further apart to open myself wider for him, but my pants prevent me from doing so and I'm forced to rely completely on Rick and let him control how he wants to fuck me.

When his full length is inside me he snorts, "I fuck you every day and yet I always forget how tight you are."

Instead of taking me like that, though, he takes his free hand and squeezes my knees, causing me to notice him even more intensely inside me and whimper weakly, "Rick, you're so deep inside me."

I only get an "I know" from him before he pulls back and thrusts hard into me as promised.

My head is completely blank and I'm not even able to form a clear thought as he thrusts into me again and I hear his moan, "You're so good."

His hand slides from my back to the nape of my neck and he grabs my hair to pull on it.

Groaning, I bury my face in the couch and try to push my legs apart again, but Rick tugs at my hair and hisses, "Move an inch and I'll stop."

I inhale sharply and that's when Rick hits the right spot with his tip, making me tense around him and contract around him in rhythmic intervals.

He fucks me through my orgasm and gasps, "Two."

The fact that he's counting along is humiliating, but I can't help that this is exactly what makes me moan his name over and over and makes him ask me hoarsely, "Harder?"

He needs it at least as much as I do, and when I breathe, "Yes," he rams himself into me so hard that I have to reach for the edge of the couch to keep from banging my head against the backrest with each thrust.

Hectically, he reaches around me and holds my hips in place as my legs threaten to give way and it's not long before I cum shaking another time on his cock twitching inside me..

Rick growls, "Three," and doesn't even think about stopping to give me a break.

I'm already sure I'm going to be more sore tomorrow than I've ever been before, and instead of saying I can't take any more, I let him fuck me and can't bring myself to make a sound.

My mouth just hangs open and I barely notice Rick pulling my long hair again, "You're filling up the four."

He doesn't expect any contradiction, that's why it's not a question but a simple statement and he keeps thrusting into me.

By the way his thrusts become uncontrolled, I know he's about to cum himself and I moan, "That's your pussy, Rick. It's yours. Only yours."

At my words, his upper body falls forward and his chest presses against my back.

He pulls my head back and kisses me hard on the lips, making me cum one more time and bringing tears to my eyes at the same time.

Pulsing, I bring him to climax and he buries his face in my neck as he groans so loudly I wonder if it can't be heard outside.

As soon as he releases his hand from my hip, I land flat on my stomach and Rick clumsily on top of me.

Before all the air is squeezed out of my lungs, he rolls off me and pulls me back against his chest.

My whole body feels weak and I realize I'm getting tired, so Rick whispers, "Was I too rough?"

I shake my head lazily and bury my face in his chest.

I can't stifle a yawn and breathe, "No, not at all."

Gently, he squeezes me tighter, "I love you."

I bury my fingers in the fabric of his shirt and can only bring myself to say, "Hmmm."

Quietly, Rick laughs, "Did I really break you? You usually love to talk."

He wanted to destroy me and he absolutely did.

So well, that I just mumble, "Promise fulfilled," and nod off.

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston

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mayajadewrites · 2 months

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I Wish I Hated You

story summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

ao3

C H A P T E R S E V E N : S P I L L

Your eyes flutter open as the sun peers through your white curtains. You feel noticeably... alone. You look to your left to where Levi was when you fell asleep, now it's empty.

You let out a sigh. It was all too good to be true.

You grabbed your phone to check your texts. Nothing.

He didn't even bother to leave a fucking note.

"I'm so stupid." You say to yourself, pressing your palm to your forehead. "I really thought for just a moment that he changed."

Last night you and Levi communicated better than you have before and it was mostly in silence. Your heartbeat slowed when you fell asleep next to Levi, it was like you were back with him. You were able to be comfortable. To be yourself.

You guess he didn't feel the same.

You pad to your kitchen, grabbing a cup and ice. You make your iced coffee, hoping it will help mend the wounds that were reopened in your heart.

As you sit on your couch mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you promise yourself that you are going to tell Levi how you truly feel. No bullshit, no attitude. Either he's in this relationship, or not. He can't make you feel so safe, so seen, and then just... leave.

You decide to text Hange so you can stop thinking to yourself.

You: Come over?

Hange: Woah, you never ask me to come over. What happened?

You: I'll tell you when you get here.

When Hange arrives, she brings bagels and more coffee.

"Okay, spill." She sits on the couch.

"Levi came over last night after he had those last shots," You lean back on the couch. "I didn't invite him. He asked if he could stay and sleep in the same bed as him. But he promised he wouldn't touch me."

"And was that promise kept?"

"It wasn't because of me. We only cuddled. We barely spoke though, he seemed so... sad."

"I've known Levi for a long time." Hange clears her throat. "He's the worst at communicating, and he likes to run."

"But I've never given him a reason to run. I've always been about him." You look down at the floor. "I try to make him better. I tried to make us better."

"Has Levi told you about his mom?"

"...Not really. He always shot me down when I asked about her."

"I'll let him tell you about her. But I will tell you, the man has mommy issues. She died when he was a kid and he had to watch."

You brought your hand to your mouth. "What?"

"Yeah. Like I said, I'll let him tell you. I only know about it because Erwin told me. Actually, maybe you should talk to him too. He's like the 'Levi whisperer'."

"So he watched his mom die..." You start connecting the dots. "That doesn't excuse what he does."

"He needs patience." Hange put her hand on your shoulder. "I know it's hard to have with him. But I see the way he looks at you. The way he watches your every move."

"I gave him 2 years of my patience. Of my love. He didn't tell me any of this."

"I'm not saying he deserves forgiveness." She put her hands up. "I'm saying you need to know the whole story before cutting him off completely."

You let Hange's words sink in. Levi has been through something, obviously, and you need to know the entire story.

You decide to take a shower and get yourself ready. You were going to go to Levi's house.

Unannounced.

You glance at yourself in the mirror at the outfit you pulled together - a white tshirt with 'mom' jeans and your favorite pair of white platform converse. Your hair was in messy waves complimented by small gold hoops.

You pulled up Levi's driveway for the first time in awhile. You spot his black Range Rover so he's home.

You start to think about the memories of you and Levi stumbling into his house - drunk on nothing but your love. Levi couldn't keep his hands off you and he almost took you right on his front steps.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Moments later, Levi is in front of you. He looks surprised to see you, but almost relieved at the same time.

"I-"

"Save it, Levi." You put your hand up. "I don't want to hear your apologies."

"So... why are you here?"

"Tell me about your mother."

Levi's eyes widened and you knew that this was the path to Levi's true emotions.

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abiiors · 4 months

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i have had a massive migraine for over four days now and all i want is ross taking care of me 😩😩😩

oh no baby, i'm so sorry :( hope you feel better soon ♡

i've never experienced a migraine before (or only experienced it once, jury's out) so i'm basing this off of google

you blink and try to readjust your blurry vision, then smile at ross when you catch him frowning at you. you're fine. everything is fine. it's just a migraine--you've had those before and you'll live, there's no need to make him worry when he's hanging out with his family after so long.

"you good, love?" his sister asks as she passes by and you give her a tight-lipped smile and a nod. the nod turns out to be a mistake though as the pounding in your head increases instantly.

"m'good! just tired."

fortunately, she seems satisfied by the answer, quickly diverting her attention back to her kids. (who laugh and cheer loudly at that moment and make you regret your entire existence) you knew this was going to be a long day when you woke up this morning, you just didn't expect to fight the urge to vomit all over his mother's backyard at 10 am.

what you don't know, however, is how ross watches you from the other side of the backyard, pausing halfway through a play fight with his nephews.

he knows all the subtle signs--the way you wince at the sunlight, the slight furrow in your brow, and the way you hold your temples and massage them when you think no one's looking. but ross sees it all. and so he sets the baby down and makes his way to you.

"you doing okay?" the suspicion on his face is evident and you try to keep your voice neutral.

"i'm fine, babe. go have fun!"

still, the scrutiny in his eyes stays and you try to give him a bright smile which turns out to be a fucking mistake.

smiling so wide makes the ache compound tenfold. the sun in the sky is so strong, so bright. honestly, it feels like everything out in the world is intent on harming you. and the children shriek again loudly.

you can't help yourself then. you scrunch your eyes shut and stumble forward only for ross to catch you.

"woah... what--"

"i'm fine, i promise, ross," you sigh knowing this facade is useless. "it's just a migraine..."

"just a migraine?" through your blurred vision you see him raise an eyebrow. "baby, you look so pale. why didn't you say something?"

"didn't want to take you away from your family, babe," you pout and the incessant pounding reaches a new high. "fuck, the painkillers i took are useless!"

"you're coming with me," ross insists, "come on. let's go back to our room. there's blackout curtains there."

"but--"

"no, absolutely no buts. we are here for three more days, baby. spending some of that time taking care of you isn't going to be a big deal."

even though his tone is scolding, his voice is incredibly soft and gentle. you know he's trying to keep his volume to a minimum and as much as it makes you feel guilty to take him away from his nephews and nieces, you do really want to be taken care of.

"there we go," he says softly only you get back to the room and get in bed. the black-out curtains mercifully do a wonderful job of blocking every last ray of sunlight.

as a cherry on top, you feel his fingers on your scalp, massaging gently.

"you need to tell me these things, okay?" he says, pressing small kisses on your temple as ross pulls you into his chest. "i want to take care of you, especially when you're not feeling well. that's never going to be a burden for me."

"i know, i... you're right, i should have." you wince as another wave of pain hits and your stomach churns with nausea.

"alright no more speaking now. you let me know if you need anything else but i need you to sleep okay? the painkillers should kick in soon."

"'kay."

his fingers continue to play with your hair and massage your scalp, occasionally coming down to trace the shape of your brows, and over your forehead, and down your nose. it's more soothing than anything else. it's soothing enough to lull you to sleep.

#✉️#♡: ross blurbs #the 1975 #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x you #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fluff

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tiny-pretty-sana · 6 months

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the sleeves of her sweater | jeongyeon x jihyo

pairing: jeongyeon x jihyo genre: fluff warning/tags: au, twice reunion, secret dating, stablished relationship w/c: 3.2k a/n: hii! this is my first fic, my first time posting anything i've written and also my first time writing in english. i apologize in advance for the mistakes you might find and i just hope you enjoy this as much as i did. feel free to leave any comments, feedback or suggestions 🤍

The other side of the bed was already cold when Jeongyeon was woken up by the sound of the shower, she doesn't like when Jihyo leaves her alone, but when her girlfriend wakes up to go for a run or go to the gym and sees how calm Jeongie looks, she just doesn't have the heart to wake her up. After staying in bed for a few minutes on her phone, she goes to the bathroom, but not before knocking on the door to let Jihyo know that she needs to use the bathroom, and after a few seconds she goes in.

Just as Jeongyeon has told Jihyo a thousand times to wake her up before getting out of bed, Jihyo has told her a thousand others that there's no need to knock on the bathroom door when she's taking a shower, especially when they’re at her home. "I know, but it's a habit" the older one says as she approaches the shower where her girlfriend's head peeks through the curtains "Good morning, Ji" she says before giving her a kiss on the lips, which is interrupted by Jihyo's smile as she softly pulls away "Morning, want to join?" she offers with a grin on her face. She thinks about it for a second before giving her an answer "I’d love to, but I promised Momo that I’d buy all the ingredients on the way to her place. She’s going to teach me how to make some traditional dishes from her city, so we have to leave soon" she says excitedly. That was definitely not the answer she was expecting, but the excited face of her partner is so adorable that she can't complain. She just laughs softly and goes back to what she was doing while Jeongyeon washes her face and makes her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

About 10 minutes later, they are both at the counter that separates the kitchen from the small living room, having breakfast, one of them in her pajamas and the other one in just her underwear and a large t-shirt that covers just enough of her thighs to keep Jeongyeon from regretting turning down the offer to shower together. "We should go in different cars, so I can stop by my place and grab some clothes. It's better if I get there at the same time as the others”. The one with the wet hair doesn't get an immediate response, but instead she feels how the other one grabs her hand and starts drawing circles with her thumb. "Ji, don't you think it's a bit absurd to do that when we're going back together? we're always driving them around, picking them up and your apartment is on the way. I think that would be weirder. We're trying so hard to be discreet and keep a safe distance between us that they're going to think we fought." Jeongyeon jokes and Jihyo nods. "You're right” she admits knowing it's true that sometimes she gets too carried away thinking about all the possibilities “Okay, take a shower and let's get those ingredients".

When she gets out of the shower, she sees her in the clothes she left a few days ago, now clean and smelling of the detergent she uses for her laundry. She stands there with a towel wrapped around her body, watching her girlfriend get ready and checking herself in the mirror, completely unaware of her presence. She isn’t wearing anything special, just some denim pants and a white top that gives a sneak peek of her abs that seconds later are covered by one of her own sweaters, the gray one with some embroidered letters on the chest. As she sees her girlfriend drowning in one of her oversized sweaters she can't help but leave out a soft chuckle. "I didn't know it was possible for you to look even more tiny" she teases her. As expected, she gives her a murderous look before speaking "I'm medium height, it's not my fault that you're too tall and that all of your sweaters are oversized" she says looking away back to the mirror to style her hair and put on some makeup. Jeongyeon starts getting ready as well, putting on the clothes she ironed and prepared the night before. Denim pants, a white t-shirt with a shirt over it buttoned only on the first button and a gray cap. It isn't until he looks in the mirror and then at Jihyo that she realizes, "Wait did you match on purpose?" she says in a tone that comes out as her usual taunts, but before hearing her girlfriend scoffing and pretending that she isn't a big softie, she says "I like it, we look so good together" earning an unusual blush from Jihyo. The shorter one, far from trying to hide it, throws herself into her arms and gives her a kiss that gets interrupted before escalating into something more by a call from Momo, who once again reminds her every single one of the ingredients they need as she doesn’t have a pretty detailed list with brands and everything on their private chat.

After stopping by the supermarket, a Japanese owned store and fighting in the market for the biggest octopus and the freshest fish with some old ladies, they are finally on their way to Nayeon and Momo’s place. This time Jeongyeon drives and Jihyo places her hand on her thigh, after two months together it's a gesture that she unconsciously does without any intention other than to feel her close, but that doesn't stop the taller one from blushing like the first day she did it. Unsurprisingly, Jihyo’s became even more touchy after they started dating, which turns Jeongyeon into a flustered mess every single time. If you ask any of them, neither will admit it. However, since they decided to keep their relationship behind their friends' backs until they were sure about it, Jihyo remains alert at all times in order to keep it a secret, that’s why from the moment they see the building, almost by instinct, she moves her hand away and grabs the bags placed between her legs.

Both are greeted by Nayeon still in her pajamas and her eyes barely open behind her glasses, but this doesn't stop her from noticing who has come with Jeongyeon unannounced, fortunately for the couple, she’s too tired to make any comments. "Next time you and Momo want to make a cooking date, do it at your apartment. The dogs haven't stopped barking since she opened the damn fridge" she complains. They both just roll their eyes and go straight to the kitchen, where an impatient Momo awaits them. It takes them just a few minutes to get down to work while Jihyo and Nayeon talk on the couch until the older one decides it's time to get dressed into something more appropriate.

Just a few hours later, the apartment is filled with the voices of her friends, the barking of all the dogs, the music of Mario Kart, the sounds of dishes clanging, water boiling and food frying.

While the food is about to be done, Jihyo and Sana set the table in the living room and start placing the dishes that are ready, and every time the shorter one goes to the kitchen, she can't help but stare for more seconds than necessary every time Jeongyeon hands her a dish on her hands and warns her about how hot it is, and she just nods as if she has listened to something. She would never admit it because she knows she would face a non ending teasing if her girlfriend knew how much she likes watching her while she is in the kitchen. Seeing her with her sleeves rolled up and her hair slicked back as she concentrates on adding the exact amount of each ingredient, as if anyone besides Momo is going to notice that there's 5 grams more of salt. Her movements are precise and confident as she cuts, stirs and flips whatever is in the pan. Of course, she would never tell her how incredibly attractive she looks while standing in front of the fire and some of her hairs from her now long bangs stick to her forehead from the hot steam, just like when... "I wonder if I'd look that hot cooking" Sana says, snapping her out of her thoughts. ”What?" Jihyo answers as she’s about to choke on her own saliva "I-I was actually curious about that pan… it seems to be pretty good" she says and Momo's replies rambling about how useful it is and how she should buy it now since she got a very good deal by buying a smaller one as well. Jeongyeon can't help but burst into laughter that stops as is answered by a snort and a side eye from Jihyo “What are you laughing at? Focus on mixing those eggs and flour or we won't have dessert until tomorrow" she says before storming out of the kitchen, making everyone laugh.

As usual, the food is delicious, for the first few minutes not a voice is heard except for some slurping, munching and some whines when the most impatient ones burn their tongues. Then the silence is followed by praisings and congratulations to the chefs until the different conversations and laughs start, some louder than others until a comment makes the table go silent.

"Unnie, is that Jeongyeon's sweater?" Chaeyoung asks Jihyo, pointing at the piece of clothing, for the second time today they manage to leave Jihyo on the verge of choking, but it doesn't take long for her to pull herself together and play it cool. Jihyo thinks for a few seconds before answering, knowing that when it comes to clothes, she can't fool Chaeyoung, so she says a half-truth and tries to downplay the question "Oh yeah, she left it the other day in my car I think" she replies and spurs some sake in her glass.

"It's cute" Chaeyoung continues and Jihyo just wants to push a piece of sushi down her throat when she notices how all eyes are on them as if expecting something to happen, but as soon as she feels Jeongyeon's hand gently squeezing her thigh she takes a breath and shrugs "Yes, it's comfy".

What neither she, Jeongyeon, nor the rest of her friends expected was what the second youngest one was going to say next "Yeah I guess, but I didn't mean the sweater. I think it's cute to wear your girlfriend's clothes, plus you look tiny in them" she says with an innocent smile on her face while Jihyo's smile drops and Jeongyeon’s face turns as red as the shirt Tzuyu is wearing. The silence that took over the room from the second Chae asked the question is interrupted by Nayeon's laughter and the hits she gives the poor Dahyun on the arm. At that moment the gazes that were previously on Jihyo and Jeongyeon turn to the oldest of the friends.

"Oh my god, did anyone else see how Jihyo's face went pale? What's wrong? Was it supposed to be a secret or something?" she says as she wipes a tear away, making the rest laugh with her except for the couple who just look at each other not sure about how to start explaining it or what to say, but Nayeon is the one who speaks again with a worried face as she realizes the situation. "Wait... was it really a secret? I thought that since we all knew about it you guys decided not to make a big deal out of it and we just went with it. You guys are incredible" she starts laughing while shaking her head.

At this point Jihyo is not surprised but embarrassed "What do you mean they all know?" she looks around and then directly at her girlfriend, who just shrugs, being as confused as she is.

"So... since when do you know?" Jihyo asks, giving up because at this point trying to keep the act it’s stupid.

"Well, we're not really sure about the exact date" they all look at each other "it's obvious that at the camping trip you were already dating, but with everything that had happened, we didn't want to pressure you" explains Sana, who is followed by Momo "besides when Jihyo dropped the whole bottle of salt in the food, I was honestly more worried about being able to eat something and not starve to death in the middle of the forest" she adds earning some eye rolls. "And as you’re becoming more and more obvious, we didn't think it was necessary" Mina finishes explaining.

They both look at each other, trying to process the information as they do the math. They all went on that camping trip more than four months ago and even though there was something between the two of them that neither of them understood, they have been dating for just two months and a week ago to be exact. "Back then we weren't together" Jeongyeon says speaking for the first time while giving a side eye to Jihyo, who looks down and bites her lip as she shyly takes Jeongyeon's hand consciously for the first time in front of her friends since they started their relationship. "But why did you think we were together? I have literally been coming in 10 to 15 minutes after Jeongyeon every time we meet so that you wouldn’t see us arriving together, and many more things. I had it all well thought out". Of course for Jihyo it has become a matter of pride and she needs to know why her elaborate plan failed and why her friends spent over a month seeing her looking for all kinds of excuses every time she thought they were going to get caught.

"When Jeongyeon drove me to my exam, she had an R&B playlist and obviously it's not the music she usually plays in the car and I don't know if you noticed, but on the screen of your car if you put a playlist you can see in big white letters "JIHYO" and a bunch of hearts" starts Dahyun, referring to the playlist Jeongyeon made when Jihyo complained about the music in her car and connected her AUX. The first thing Jeongeyeon did when she got home after hanging out with her friend was make a playlist with the few songs she could read with the corner of her eye. Back then they weren’t a thing yet, but that didn't stop Jeongyeon from being up until 3 am searching for the R&B hits of the moment. Needless to say, the orange heart emojis were added later.

"That’s a good one, Dahyunie” Sana says turning to the girl “but also, you'd have to be blind not to notice that you can't take your eyes off each other, like earlier in the kitchen, Jihyo kept looking at Jeongyeon when she was making dessert as if she was the dessert" she says with a smirk as she bites her finger playfully. Jihyo dies of embarrassment and the red of Jeongyeon's cheeks reappears. It seems like that doesn’t feel enough for the brunette because she keeps going "Well, and neither of you can keep your hands to yourself. I don’t think you’re aware of how many times you stare at each other's lips. It's cute... and hot" she says while giggling.

"Yeah, that one made me suspicious too. And not only that you’ve worn each other’s clothes more times, but also the smell of the clothes. Sometimes Jihyo's clothes smell like Jeongyeon's, when I stay at her house and you wash my clothes they smell the same''. This not only surprises the couple but all the others. If there’s a thing Chae doesn't play about besides fashion, that’s definitely smell and perfumes. "And not just clothes, the other day Jeongyeon was wearing Jihyo's perfume" she concludes.

They didn't know at what point this had turned into a game where from left to right they all had to give an exhibit that made so obvious the relationship between their two friends, but now all eyes turned to Mina, who was next to Chaeyoung, and without thinking too much, she gives her reason. "The Lego flower bouquet" she just says. She didn't need to elaborate because they both knew she was talking about the Lego flower set that has been decorating Jihyo's bookshelf for more than a week, a decoration that none of them would have imagined in Jihyo's plain and minimalist apartment, not even her. But if she was honest, now she couldn't imagine her living room without the colorful touch of the Lego set her girlfriend bought during a date after convincing her that it was exactly what she needed after she confessed she was having a stressful and complicated week at work.

It’s now Tzuyu's turn, who being as concise as the girl next to her, just says "You feed each other all the time, but not the others, not even me" which is unusual, given the fact that as the maknae of the group, both she and Chae are always fed at some point by their unnies. But this time, far from being embarrassed, they both smile slightly as they realize the little habits they have been picking up from each other and the things that just come to them naturally when they are together.

"Yeah, I noticed that too! They don't let me try their food anymore, but if I'm honest I didn't believe it at first. I just thought it was one of those Nayeon moments until I went to Jihyo's and there was food in the fridge in the same containers that Jengyeon gives me when we make extra food. Also when I went to get something to eat while you showered, you had had almost ten packages of those corn snacks that she loves" as everyone who knew the girl might expected, Momo had connected the dots through some snacks, this made everyone laugh except from Nayeon who was offended by her friend's doubts.

"Wow, you share a home and have three dogs with your best friend just to find out that she doesn't believe you when you tell her the juiciest gossip… just wow" Nayeon says dramatically, and they all look at each other since Nayeon was the first to hint that the was something going on between the girls and none of them believed her at first. "Well, I could say that I just knew there was something in the air when Jeongyeon came back because, I would obviously notice if there’s something going on between my two best friends since high school. But I have to add that after you both left Boo's birthday party you accidentally rang the doorbell when Jihyo pushed you against the wall while making out, so not only all of us know, but probably half of my neighbors know about you too as well."

And at that moment, Jihyo couldn't be more thankful because the sleeves of her girlfriend's giant sweater were big enough to cover her face, which had changed color about three times since they started talking, while Jeongyeon didn't bother to hide the huge smile on her face.

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Unrequited part 2 - Chris Sturniolo

part 1⬆️⬆️

Chris's fingers are soft on your bare skin as he explores the expanse of your back, the ghostly caress that traced your spine sending shivers throughout. His other hand is cradling the side of your face, long fingers running across the jut of your cheekbone, and the curve of his lip moving against your own makes your grip tighten against his shoulders.

He sighs your name against your parted mouth, and you pull away just enough to study his features; pale eyes are stark against his flushed cheeks, and lit up by the sunlight beaming through the curtains. To reciprocate your gaze; you find yourselves staring into each other's eyes, locked in an embrace of skin on skin in the quiet room. Chris's fingers pause on your small of your back, fingers splayed and palm hot against you, and you lean into the hand still caressing your face, a small smile toying with the corners of your lips.

"Can i ask you something?" You murmur, tilting your head to press a kiss to his palm. Chris nods silently, his eyes losing contact with your own as they drift off to look anywhere else.

"This may sound out of the blue, but do you even care? I feel like you see me as nothing other than someone you just fuck around with. I know that was our part of the deal, to not get attached, to know it's nothing more than physical desire between the two of us, but i can't help but want more from you. I don't know what it is about you that keeps causing me to run back to you every time, but i'm addicted to it like a drug."

The thought makes you sigh quietly, and you droop on Chris's chest; His hand leaves your cheek to brush through your hair soothingly, the other hand resuming its tracing of your spine.

"That's the whole reason we made this deal in the first place, is it not?" He begins, and you roll your eyes. You know it's the truth, but that doesn't mean you can't be annoyed by his coldness remaining constant after you had just expressed yourself to him.

"However," He continues, "i'm also aware that i have been disregarding some of the rules we set in place myself. Craving to kiss you longer, deeper, but resisting the urge each time it comes around."

"You didn't answer my question."

You lightly turn Chris's face by his chin so his eyes once again meet yours.

"I..I do," He says hesitantly before his hands are suddenly on you, wrapping in your hair.

"-But i don't think you understand.You don't want this as much as you may believe you do."

"I don't want this? I've been coming back to you each time, getting nothing but a meaningless fuck out of you. There's nothing wrong with that i just-, i just wish there's was more to it. If anything, you're the one who doesn't want this."

"Is that so? Well, looks like I'll just have to prove to you just how much I want you, need you. Let me prove it all to you baby."

Chris shifts beneath you, and moments later you feel his lips at your neck, delicate butterfly kisses trailing down the column of your throat.

He sucks a gentle mark onto the flesh over your heart, which currently was hammering away in overdrive at the devoted attention from him. Your hands grapple with his hair, only for one to slip away to graze his sharp jaw.

Chris, usually so languid, seems to have upped the ante, because his ministrations are abnormally urgent and needy, almost desperate, and when he tugs at your hair once again, he only pulls away for a moment to catch his breath. His eyes are engulfed by lust-blown pupils that hurry to take in your features before once again diving in to claim your lips with his. Your fingers writhe their way into his dark locks, and you try your best to leave it in as much disarray as yours surely will be by the time he's finished with you.

As you kiss Chris you feel his cock twitching beneath you, the hard flesh burning against your throbbing pussy as the heat of arousal flashes through your veins. You shift, grinding slowly against him, his head lolling back and mouth parted as your dripping pussy runs up and down the length of his cock. His arms are coiled tight around your back, and he loosens one arm for you to lift up as he grips himself in a trembling fist to jerk himself.

Grips going slack in his hair, you plant your hands firmly on his chest and push him down; Chris pauses in his actions to stare up at you looming over him with bleary eyes, and when you crawl further down his overheated form, his fist pauses in it's rhythmic actions.

His legs part on their own accord, and you lay down in the valley created. Lips parted, your tongue darts out to catch the beading pre-cum before you take the velvet head in your mouth. He moans, long and low at the wet heat enveloping his cock as you take more of his length, inch by inch.

You pull away all too suddenly, resisting the tugging of Chris's hands now coiled in your hair as he tries to guide you back to his awaiting cock. Instead, you lift your head and glance up at him.

His hips jolt as your breath ghosts over his sensitive flesh "Let me make you feel good mama, please."

He goes over to the foot of the bed; your feet dangle off the edge, and his broad hands slide up your calves, long fingers spreading at your thighs so he can dip his thumbs between the sensitive inner flesh. He pauses at your ass, giving a firm squeeze before letting go, only to deliver a swift smack that makes you whimper.

Before you can glare at him, Chris is grabbing you by the hips and yanking your lower half upwards until you're propped up on your knees, reddening ass and dripping pussy presented to him like a gift as he clambers onto the bed behind you. Hands return to grip your ass on either side, before his tongue buries itself deep in your core. A strangled moan leaves your lips, and your eyes flutter shut as Chris makes quick work of eating your pussy like a starved man.

Chris's dedication to oral worship is cut short when he pulls away, running his fingers through your drenched folds to hastily coat his own cock in your arousal before shifting to align with your awaiting pussy.

There's only a moment of resistance before his thick length is pushing deep into you, the firm grip on your hips anchoring you to him.

"Fuck, you feel incredible baby." Chris grunts when his legs finally brush up against the backs of your quivering thighs.

You moan wholeheartedly, your mouth having gone completely slack as Chris begins to move, dragging out slowly only to thrust back in sharply, the curve of his cock combined with the angle creating a delicious friction that had your eyes fighting to stay open.

His skin is damp with sweat against your back, and one strong arm cages you against him, a solid bar of steel beneath your breasts. The other grabs your jaw, as he forces a hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your swollen lips.His thrusts are erratic, falling in and out of rhythm as he struggles to maintain the pace. His digits seek out your pulsating clit, and it only takes a few strokes from his deft fingers before you're coming undone, pussy spasming and clenching around Chris's cock as you all but scream in the ecstasy you're drowning in.

He lasts four more thrusts before climaxing himself, slumping against your back and forehead bowing against your shoulder as he emits a low moan in your ear. His fingers continue to work your clit, until you whimper desperately at the overstimulation. Chris is slow to pull out of you, savouring your twitching walls, and you grimace at the fluids oozing out of you to trickle down your thighs. He grabs your jaw as he forces a hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your swollen lips, before swiping up the remaining cum and slipping the salty-coated digits past your lips for you to suck.

Yes, you would say that Chris had proved just how much he valued you, and then some.

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bmhcdnsms · 3 months

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protective ! biker boyfriend headcanons

[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !

protective ! biker bf . . . who doesn't let you go anywhere without him. exclusively rides his bike, he knows how to drive a regular car, just chooses not to, and trust everytime he picks you up, it's with his bike humming in the background, waiting to be ridden.

"there's my pretty boy," he flirts, leaning down the moment you open the door and stealing a kiss from you. and when he feels the way you so naturally kiss back, he can't help but go in for another. and then another. he gets a total of five kisses before he's satisfied.

"remind me why we need to take your loud ass bike to the conveinence store, luci?" his full name is lucian, but the nickname luci was coined after you guys got really comfortable in your relationship. and he loves it. only when it comes from your lips, of course.

"everyone in this shit town needs to know whenever we go anywhere," he explains simply, taking off of his thick leather jacket (he has another layer of a thick, long sleeve, specially made for bikers, shirt underneath) and holding it open for you to wear, "plus, it gives me an excuse to see you in my gear. makes you so sexy," he teases, leaning down to give you another surprise kiss before shoving the helmet down onto your head.

now you're wearing your own helmet, his jacket, and riding on the back of his bike with your arms tightly bound around his waist.

protective ! biker bf . . . who spoils you rotten. he wants to treat you to the most lavish of experiences and he'll deliver them to you with you on the back of his bike or take you to those places with you riding on the back of said bike.

the revving of a familiar, loud engine makes you roll out of bed with a pissed off look on your face. you tug the curtains open, looking at your boyfriend at the end of your lawn with your arms crossed over your chest. since he's not that far, you can see how cheesily wide his grin is.

you open the window, knowing that he'll start throwing pebbles at it if you don't, and lean out into the open night air.

"you trying to wake the whole place, luci?" the usage of the nickname shows to him that you're not actually mad at him.

"no, just you, my love," he says, sauntering across the lawn with his hands behind his back, "wanted to give you a late night gift,"

he reveals a huge bouquet of roses that were hiding behind his back.

"luci," your tone is unique; showing that you're flattered and embarassed in the lavish, sweet gift, but also scolding in some sense because of how late it was for him to be doing this.

"[nameee]," he says, in the same candence. he walks over, putting the stems into his mouth and biting down as he works on climbing up to your window. and when he's finally arrived to your heigth, he's handing you the roses with a grin, "for my boy,"

"you're such a romantic," you tease, not finding the will to be mad at him anymore. not when he looks so perfect with his messy hair and smirking face. "c'mere," you say, leaning forward with your hand already on his cheek.

he welcomes the affection with ease, pressing into you and grabbing you by the waist to keep you stationed right where he wants you. it takes smacking his chest to make him let you go, revealing his smirking, proud face on display for you to glare at.

"thank you, baby, they're really pretty," you say, pecking him once more before turning away to set them on the table.

"i got the best out of the bunch for you, pretty boy," he says, kicking off of the window sill and shedding off his jacket and boots. soon, he's collapsing onto your bed and waiting for you to join him, "think i get some cuddles for this grand gesture now."

"oh, do you, really?" you tease, yelping when he suddenly pulls you down to lay with him, laughing as his fingers tickle your sides.

"some cuddles and some more?" he says with a wink, making you roll your eyes.

"shut up."

protective ! biker bf . . . who makes it very obvious you're taken. he's got you two matching jewelry, you're his lockscreen and homescreen, he's your lockscreen (he let you have your homescreen be whatever you wanted it to be...the lockscreen is what mattesr most anyway because that's the one that everyone sees), he's got a bracelet on his wrist with your name spelt out in childish beads, he's got a necklace with a heart locket that has a picture of you two, he has your name tattooed- just kidding, he doesn't...but keep an eye on him because he's been genuinely thinking of getting one.

"baby, you're not wearing it," your supposedly tough boyfriend whines as you're both about to leave, "wear it!" he childishly whines again.

he's talking about his letterman jacket that he got custom made with his last name on the back and the emblem of his biker gang on the back.

it's not a serious group - in the sense they go around causing purposeful trouble, but still he wanted to have some sort of physical proof to show that it was a sentimental thing for him. he never let anyone else wear it, but you and him too.

"i have my own jacket..."

you just killed him. he's writhing on the floor in immense pain as he clutches his chest and cries out for mercy. his dramatic tantrum won't be held over until that jacket is around your shoulders, so you better just put it on to make him shut up.

his lockscreen is a photo of you hugging him from behind while he has his helmet on. your kissing the top of the hard shell, a smile on your lips and a masked one on his. it's a selfie, so you're looking right at the camera with a crinkle in your eyes from your wide smile.

his homescreen is a photo of you and him resting in bed. he doesn't have his shirt on so your head is just resting on his bare chest. and you're sleepy, completely unaware of the photo he's taking of you. he's sleepily grinning ear to ear as he looks down at you though, so enamored by how cute you are. if you squint, you can see the initials of your name inked into his collarbone - which is only a couple inches away from where your head is resting.

protective ! biker bf . . . who uses his easily intimidating stance to scare off anyone that comes up to you two. in any situation, he's standing very close by and very ready to bite at anyone that gets too close (metaphorically, of course...).

the tent restaurant you were sitting in had to be one of your favorites. they served the best food, were run by a cute old lady, and had a good crowd surrounding you two. his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders to keep you warm, since air did keep coming into the place, and he was sat right across from you.

the plastic table had all types of food scattered everywhere and his eyes practically had stars in them.

"which one do you want, babe?" he said, already getting ready to give you a big portion of the food that you both ordered.

you told him which one with a grateful smile, kissing his hand quickly as he was reaching out for some of the delicious food to plate for you. he blushed profusely, cursing you for being so "adorable" and flustering him so much for no reason.

"i just have the best boy-"

"sorry, excuse me, but you dropped your napkin," a stranger passing by said, bending over and picking up the cloth that had fallen from your lap and onto the ground.

you took it from the man's hold, ignoring the way your fingers brushed against his, and politely thanked him.

"thank-"

"here, don't use that one now since it's dirty, babe," lucian says quickly, grabbing it from your hand before you can return it to its previous position. instead, he hands you his and gently smiles, "use mine,"

"what? no, you don't have to," you scold, looking at him with a warning look. you would be fine with your own napkin anyway, plus you didn't want him to eat without one.

the stranger looked at the exchange with a sheepish smile, then directed his next words to you, "if you would like, i could get you another one from a staff member?"

"that would be gr-"

"we don't need your help, man, just scram already," lucian sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. as if he was incredibly stressed with the newcomer.

you kicked him under the table, which he winced and pouted at.

"uhm, don't mind him. and it's alright, i can flag down a waitress so you don't have to worry about it." you said with a kind smile, hoping the guy would take the hint and leave. you knew why lucian was acting up and you would rather not colorfully scold him in front of a stranger.

"if you insist," he kindly returns the smile before taking his leave, scattering away when he notices your boyfriend glaring at him through his hand that was covering his face.

immediately, you reach over and pinch lucian's cheek and tug hard, "are you serious? you fucking man-baby,"

"i'm sorrryyy," he drawls out, the tone of his voice shaking as you tug and wiggle his cheek in contempt.

in conclusion, he's a big dramatic sweetheart when it comes to you and also always really flirty and playful. unless has something to say, or exsists too close to you two, then he becomes a grade-A asshole and finds a way to make that person's interaction with you severely uncomfortable and awkward.

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sweetandabitspycho · 7 months

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Tej Parker x Reader

Warnings: bad writing, sad/comfort. First time doing a sad/comfort so be nice please.

“Why?" Tej asked trying to stay calm, but he was getting more aggravate. I was trying not to start a fight. Really I was. He stood blocking me from leaving.

"Because I need to get away." I said keeping an even voice. He looked hurt. He should. He needs to feel what I have been feeling. "From me? Why?" His voice cracked. "You haven't been honest with me. You are hiding something from me and I don't trust you completely really now." I said in a whisper. It hurt to say, but it was true. He was spending hours with his ex, to the point he was coming home at 5am.

"I can explain everything baby." His voice killed me. It was sad and broken. As if I had hit him. I wanted to die. I shook my head no. Too scared I would stay and break down.

"It's not want it looks like. Please!" He was about to cry. "No. Not right now. I can't." I said as he moved out of the way for me to walk out.

"I'm so sorry honey." Mia said cuddling into my side. "It's okay. I'll be okay." There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Come in." Mia said before Brian popped in with ice cream in hand. He gently kisses my head. "If you want I can shoot him, or have him shoot. I still have cop friends." He said laughing lightly, I couldn't bring myself to laugh but I said a no but thank you with a small smile.

After a while Mia left. I finally felt like I could cry.

It felt as if someone riped out my heart. I though we would be together until death and even then we would still be together. I thought he was it. The one.

I hugged the stupid stuffed bear he gave me. No, it wasn't making me feel better, I can't sleep without him. I felt safe with him. I pull my knees to my chest trying to get some sleep.

The next day.

I woke up to the sun peaky through the curtain. Rubbing my eyes I grabbed my phone to see the time. 12am, great lunch time. I saw I had five texted for Tej

Tej❤️ I'm sorry love it's not what it seems.

Tej❤️ I promise. I see how it can look like I'm cheating but I'm not.

Tej❤️ please just let me explain.

Tej❤️ I would never hurt you. I would die before please believe me.

Tej❤️ please just come meet me at our spot at 4. It will explain everything.

Our spot was a roof of an abandonment build. Maybe I should go. Should I go? What if it doesn't fix anything but brakes us more.

Before I could completely overthink going I got up off the bed and took a shower.

After I went down stairs to see Mia. She gave me a sad smile as she asked if I wanted coffee. I took it before telling her about Tej texting asking me to go at 4. She said I should and I agree with her. I should.

At 3pm I started to get dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt that once belonged to Tej. At 3:20 I decided to head out after saying a quick goodbye. It only took 20 minutes to get there.

I started to climb up the four story building. It didn't take long to get to the top. That's when I saw it.

Tej stood at the table we had brought up for us, he was placing roses everywhere. He continued to place things on the table before I could tell him I was there he turned around.

He smiled at me, before walking towards me. "Please just let me explain, if you still want to break up I'll be okay. Just please let me explain." He said in a rush. I used to love it when he did that, but now It just made me want to hug him and tell him it's okay.

He took my silence as an answer then he started to explain. "I was not cheating. I know what it looks like but she was just helping me pick out your ring. I wanted to get the perfect ring and I didn't tell you I wanted it to be a surprise and I had it custom made for you, so please believe me." He said it so fast I almost didn't hear him. I hugged him before kissing him.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I thought that." I said hugging him tighter he gently pulled back before talking. "It's okay. I understand, I didn't realize how bad it looked until it was too late. I would have thought that too." I said getting on one knee. "Now will you please marry me?" I got down to his level before kissing him. "Of course! I love you so much!!"

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