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capslocked · 7 months

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KINKVEMBER DAY: 5

[prompt: face sitting]

male reader x ahn yujin

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Yujin is giving you shit when it happens.

It’s been a little over an hour since she turned to you, bored and pouty about it, and asked if you wanted to fuck again.

She gives you shit in the way only the prettiest girls can get away with. Perfect smile, like she's innocent. And all low and breathy in her throat. Hitched around the vowels of your name. Threatening enough that you thought about just immediately capitulating. It was tempting.

"Or you could stay on the floor like a lame loser bummin’ around in your pajamas." She leans up on the arm of the sofa. "Either way."

Yujin stretches and her sweater is huge. One of those cozy campus crewnecks that everybody seems to have, oversized and inviting and right. Her shorts are ridiculously small, just enough of her stomach peeking out over her waistband for you to want to feel it, touch it, have the pleasure of sinking your tongue into the shallow groove.

She's teasing you because she never quite knows what to do with her energy. Lacks an outlet big enough, really, but is also selfishly delighted in getting any response at all, no matter how halfhearted it might be. You stare at her. You watch and don't speak when she runs her fingers up her stomach to pull her sweater up with it. You groan. She grins. She is pretty, her lips full and eyes soft. The laugh that follows her is because it's always obvious when she's won and you wish your body wasn't so prone to giving away your weaknesses.

"Hey." She blinks slowly, lifting one leg up. Her bare foot, warm, toes flexed, against your thigh, nudges against you once, and again.

"How many orgasms until I feel a little more forgiving towards my good friend who, I know, is super super sorry that he can't afford the pizza money because he chose to use his own allowance to do something as silly as pay rent, I wonder?"

"I paid half last time."

"Doesn't make sense because you ate it all.

"You said you weren't hungry." You start to object because you do have an objection. A list, actually, prepared, of instances you think you're owed. But Yujin arches, and when a separate but related complaint rises swiftly to the foreground, your throat goes dry -

"Orgasm tax."

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” she asks, and you’re struggling to answer truthfully, honestly.

She rolls over, lets you see everything she has, the tiniest shorts in the world tugged even higher, the generous curve of her ass and thighs in silhouette. You didn't ask for this but you weren’t about to die without it, you think, looking up from the floor and staring, wetting your lips, absolutely sure. She does it all on her own and it takes an absurd amount of effort to peel your hands off the ground.

"Stay where you are," she snaps, seeing it too - and in a second of deliberate slowness, hooks two fingers into her shorts, tugging them aside before looming over you. "Or you're not fucking me today. At all."

You let your head thud down against the rug beneath you. "That's not fair."

"You've gotta come up with something better than that. You could suck up, beg, maybe I'd forgive you if you just told me how much better I was than the cash I could use on literally whatever."

Your eyes cut down.

Part of you wonders if you've always been such an easy mark - whether being here has changed you, if all these months of dangling carrots in front of you are paying off or if you're just a willing accomplice to your own exploitation.

Part of you isn't stupid. Yujin's taken an almost disturbing amount of pleasure in flaunting herself since the first night you drank too much, said too much, resisted too little - you can tell the way it starts, a smile toying in the corner of her mouth, before she taps the band of her bra, waits to hear you swallow - to hear how hot you get - before she casually asks what it would take, "to convince you", to change the conversation from whether she wants something from the vending machine, or she just forgot it was laundry day, or where the hell that note from Wonyoung had gone, to what she'd like the answer to be. What would you let her do if it got you another chance to get under her shirt, see her all bared, eyes dark and hair like a veil across her collarbones, pretty nipples and swells of her breasts pushed up, until you put your mouth on her.

Yujin tilts her hips so it's easier for you to follow, her hand snaking beneath her body as she speaks. A gentle grunt gets muffled in her sweater, her toes curling into the space between your knees and it hurts, stings a little, the desire you're holding back, and then it goes right through you like fire, sharp.

(Part of you is incredibly stupid - but you think the truth is it doesn't matter.)

Yujin's kneeling over your chest, and her bottom lip, plump and lush, catches between her teeth. "Can you think of anyway to be useful?"

"A lot," you choke. It's true.

Yujin makes a noise. "Proof. Evidence. Put up."

The movement she makes - twisting of legs and stomach flexing and the fabric of her shorts down off her ankles - is one single, fluid motion and for a second you're distracted by how quickly she's gotten you there. Thighs resting over your shoulders, the only thing your lungs seem to remember how to do is want.

"Come on." She bounces her knees a bit. "Dick or mouth, get going."

You should really say something smart, show her how clever and charming you can be, how you've actually got a lot to show the hottest girl in the world - and sometimes Yujin giggles like she's shocked about it all herself, but right now her eyebrows are raising, expectant and challenging and it makes it difficult to think when there's an open invitation inches away for you to bury yourself in. Your lips feel like sandpaper when you kiss the inside of her thigh. Her hips stutter and drop an inch as your tongue works its way out, thick and obscene and it shouldn't be so thrilling to hear her so low, so urgent when you have no say, really, in how this is going to go -

"Take care of me, yeah?" she practically whispers the words - all while your fingertips drag along her outer thighs until her spine straightens, gets her shoulders pushed back, her breathing louder, somehow, as if you couldn't feel her need without knowing already exactly what you can do for her.

And the most honest thing you could say in the moment, because Yujin has her panties stretched to the side, revealing the inviting creases where her long legs meet her hips - for god’s sake, her pussy is right fucking there, inches in front of you; glistening slightly in her own slick and looking so, so pretty - the words get kissed right into the curve of her thigh: "It's not fair."

The look she gives you makes it worth it. "Excuse me?"

"You asked, didn't you. It's not fair that your pussy's so good that I can't think about anything else."

She huffs, her thighs shaking just a little with the effort of staying put. "So, what," and your mouth closes in, kiss deep, your nose pressed in right at the peak of her folds, her entrance, and you try not to drool as you inhale and drag the flat of your tongue in, hard, where she's desperate for you, "you think this should all go in reverse or something, like I should worship your dick until you stop being a useless perv - "

But the insult dies in her throat. A moan comes out instead, harsh, deep, loud and enough that Yujin slaps her palm over her own mouth before throwing an impatient scowl down at you.

Here's what you'd tell her, if you weren't busy licking circles into the ache leaking from her core, eating her cunt like a starving man, if you had the audacity. Yujin can't control herself. Doesn't help that she's sloppy. When her orgasm hits she will get louder and she doesn't even like the things that come out. That's the thing about Yujin, really. She says all this shit, and really, in the end, she wants a good fuck so bad she can't keep her mouth shut, but the noises she makes are exactly the same as the sounds that you choke on -

Because as pretty and easy and fun to kiss as she can be, the absolute best thing about your relationship is that the more orgasms she gets the less she can breathe, much less control what the fuck she's saying to you. It's cute and hilarious and beautiful, when she forgets, when she gives everything up because in the end it's never any competition, the way she fucks, is so desperate. Her hips work themselves into your grip, over and over and over again, like they are meant for this.

For getting off on your mouth alone.

All you know right now is that with the way you have your hands on her - one still holding her panties open and the other squeezed tight around the muscle of her outer thigh - it's like her clit's directly in line with the back of your throat. If you press your lips around her pussy and hold them firm, just like the way her knees are starting to tighten around your face, she's going to come. It will hurt her and it will leave her completely boneless, and you've fucked this much to the point where you have learned, well, she can never complain.

Not that she would. The slick dripping down your cheeks and throat and down to the front of your shirt - it's fucking everywhere - makes it obvious: any ability to talk is replaced with her just grinding her pussy against you, bucking and shouting, riding and writhing until you decide her pretty little pink slit can have another taste.

Her only other option, really, is clenching and throbbing and cumming as hard as she can all over your waiting tongue.

"Hey. Get your fucking mouth back down," she breathes, taking her fingers out of her cunt and then promptly pushing your head back in, "and - uhnn, I - yeah, exactly. Mmmnghh - "

You smile, muffled and hot against the fabric of her thighs, her fingers twisting in the hair behind your ears and tugging firmly. "Oh."

"What did you want again?" she asks - except her body tells a different story, all flushed and keening and, fuck, absolutely soaked from your touch - she rocks against the base of your chin, slumping and dropping down and letting gravity do its work. You work your tongue over her throbbing clit, again, again, and Yujin moans loudly. So pleased.

Just this mess she's made of you. The smell that coats your nose, and chin, the way it feels when she ruts her whole body against the place where she's worked the hardest. Her breath stalls where you start to breathe in, and looking up at the cinched look in her face you press further.

It’s every little circle lick and lave and gentle nudge of the tip of your nose, where the feeling makes her cry out, where the sensation, overstimulated, is close to that perfect balance between too much and not quite enough, all while working your fingers into the swell of her ass, and finally her hips make small, greedy, selfish thrusts into your mouth.

She sobs for you. You sigh, contented, because you don't even need to ask.

"You're so fucking good," she murmurs, heel of her palm pushed into her eyes like she's struggling with a headache. "God, fuck, do that again."

It's so wet on your chin already, but you do it again, just for the way she bucks into it.

You give her the closest thing you have, your thumb riding the rim of her ass, tongue rubbing, stroking her pussy faster. Yujin's teeth work against the insides of her mouth as her hips shift forward, and she is clenching and begging for the cock you know would make her scream if you just stood her on her hands and fucked her from behind - it's such a cruel way of making her work to feel so fucking amazing - but you're here to indulge, and really, when she shivers and pleads the exact way she does, your mouth still full, how are you supposed to do anything besides fucking obey.

Yujin reaches up to grab onto the edge of the couch, anything to brace herself as her cunt sloppily gets wetter. The thickest part of your tongue is good enough for this. Everything about her clit is just this dull, swollen throb. Begging to be worked over the way you're licking at the entrance to her pussy, inside and all, kissing, sucking, kneading, pulling, - fucking her just right - until she starts fucking cursing up a storm.

"Oh god, god, oh fuck fuck, fuck," her hips shift until she's the only one riding, the only one fucking. Until you just get to lay there with your lips slack, drooling open, hands a frame for her entire body while she works your face, and nothing could be better - "yeah, oh, fuck, fuck yes - yeah - fuck, hahhh. You're going to make me fucking cum-"

And you almost say it: that's your line - it's not enough, you'll never have enough of her cunt - her clit or the slit, where she leaks, thick and sticky. Her slick tastes heavy on your tongue, and you can't swallow fast enough. Your fingers are so deep into the pliable skin of her ass - digging and needy and reaching for where she's tightest. Her hands pull sharply at your hair. You feel her, tightening her ass around your finger, cumming wet across your cheekbones and -

It goes on, her body pressing into you, until with a sudden snap of a cry, she cums.

“God, fuck-”

If Yujin doesn't have to see the look on your face after getting her off this hard, it's only because the pressure in her body has her knees across your eyes forced shut. A spasm clenches, almost rhythmic, through her thighs, and god, Yujin just cums her brains out. It's pretty hot. You make it count: pushing your fingers just as deep into her pussy, working, exploring - right as her whole body is tensing and coming apart and your other hand circles, two fingers, dipping down and through the cleft of her ass and into her tightest, hottest hole -

You know better than to rub at her entrance once the ripples and waves start - instead, it's more pressure.

Pushing up as deep as you can and your lips mouthing at her folds while her hips squirm for something harder, something stronger and with intent - like, maybe, if she thinks she is trying to push away, she will start to believe that the mess running from her hole isn't hers. It's yours. All that liquid heat pooling below her and what could ever make sense other than she needs more? She needs the way she trembles and shakes, the way her pussy weeps as you wring it for the pleasure that's well on its way -

You always feel like an idiot after, stupid with how much you enjoy this, what she gives you, but how could it be anything but fantastic, your vision dizzying when it swims from lightheadedness and the lack of oxygen to your brain. Yujin's holding you right where she needs, right between her thighs and next to perfection, just tight enough for you to groan, to make a low whine build in the back of your throat and that gets her, too.

There is the rush and a wave, the heat, of something that crests and breaks in her that has to match the absolute loss of control she seems to have all along - the only part you feel you are sure about is that Yujin always rides her cunt - all dripping lips and aching holes, swollen and flaring and practically begging to be fucked harder and more thoroughly - into every orgasm she's taken from you, until there's no where to run.

Even through your nose, and you're suffocating, her legs trembling with the rush of it all. You're gasping and shaking but she's shaking apart and you need that: to feel her melt from where her body collapses all its weight onto you and the way the aftershocks have to make it seem, at least for a moment, that she’ll never, ever recover.

"Fuck," Yujin sighs, "I fucking hate you."

(Translation: she can't fucking live without you.)

"Any time," you murmur and her entire body falls into you, straddled across your chest and slumped there, sweaty and spent. Your heart beats the moment, trying to remember when it was you could stop feeling this way about your roommate.

A part of you believes that, once upon a time, before all of this started, that your desire, your lust was rooted in seeing a friend who was beyond hot and simply unavailable.

A bigger part of you knows that asking for clarity isn't the point - because maybe, right now, in the way your hand has started massaging the soft skin under the curve of her spine, you should realize you can't live with it never happening again.

"What's my balance," you ask, rubbing your thumb into the crook behind her knee.

"Mm?"

You exhale.

"Two. I think you're good for two."

You laugh. "For real?"

She stretches.

"Or I suppose we can go for four or five, but that means you're paying for dinner, too." Yujin does this thing with her hair when she's excited. Swings it back, smiling wide.

Which is fair, you think, given the pulse between your legs throbbing and twitching as you picture it: the curve of Yujin's waist and the drop of her lower back, her bare ass. Her soaked little slit that can't help but beg to fucked and fucked and fucked, until she's trembling and quivering and leaking-

"Then I'm gonna eat," you promise her, "every last inch. Going to taste you and swallow."

Yujin shifts, sitting astride you.

You hum. "Still interested."

She simply kisses you - breathes you in - tasting herself on your lips and tongue, before leaning back with her palms flat against your chest and taking it slow as she starts to ease you into the kind of sex that doesn't leave either one of you with a throat quite so raw and dry.

So it's quiet in your apartment, just for a little while, when the afternoon starts to settle in and she rolls back onto her heels, not able to support the rest of her. You fuck her deep and it's amazing how quickly you both fall into rhythm. Yujin's clutching hard on either side of your hips. Folding herself back. Trying, by the end, to bury you where her fingers have been.

By the time she gets herself up on the couch, belly flat against the cushions and her hips arched back as she fucks herself with the length of your dick, you're just desperate. Aching in a way you know will happen any moment and even so, you can't even bring yourself to consider stopping because this is perfect - it's everything, really. To push her down, hold her still, and fuck her so thoroughly that she cries and shudders as you spill into her.

To have her.

Yujin holds a part of yourself so tender, something you have kept close for far too long, and watching her with her arm reached behind herself, clutching blindly with her fingers, as her moans go quiet with just these whimpery, little things, a thought occurs to you, of exactly how dangerous your roommate is -

Because with you fucking into her like this, this is more than sex ought to be. More than it’s ever been.

(More dangerous yet is thinking: maybe - perhaps - it is exactly what Yujin wanted, from the start.)

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agirlcandream84 · 15 days

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HIII !!! im the anon that asked for neighbor!frank, and to answer your question... Why not both? 💋💋💋

Ok twist my arm why don't ya. First batch, Boyfriend!Frank:

Boyfriend!Frank Headcanons- yet again.

Frank is a SIMP for you cracking his back. As soon as he's face-down on the bed, he's pawing at you to straddle his broad back like "come on honey, get on top of me-- give it to me good" and making you lean your whole weight onto his spine-- a satisfying crack rippling through him while you shriek "oh-my-god-did-i-hurt-you?!" and he just chuckles with "nah sweetheart, do it again f'me" Sometimes you think it's as good as sex for him. Almost.

Speaking of sex though... one time you decide to tease Frank via pics while he was out of the apartment, every pic more suggestive and lewd than the last and when he finally bursts through the door you act coy for about 0.5 secs before Frank hauls you from the kitchen, your toes only skimming the floor as he carries you effortlessly with one hand, his other hand already working to unzip his pants, and tosses-- literally tosses-- you on the bed, as he crawls onto the bed after you and taps your knee with "open 'em for me doll. Not gonna ask twice."

You beg Frank for his help to paint your toenails for you and he pretends to grumble about but he secretly loves it. He's meticulous and even perches a set of magnifying reading glasses on his nose as he does it. Just his big hulking head hunched over your foot, his crooked nose inches from the tips of your toes. He's so proud of his work that he stops you from getting up before they're dry like "nah nah nah, you're gonna mess 'em all up 'n shit. Stay put, I'll get your book."

Frank does not take kindly to people (let's be real, men) disrespecting your intelligence. When you're remodeling your bathroom and you're looking for the right tile, the store clerk is talking directly to Frank about every detail, acting like you don't even exist. Frank is all, "The fuck you tellin' me for buddy? My lady asked you the question. Why don't you answer her," and the guy is suddenly tripping over his words as he gives you an apology.

You got it in your brain that you wanted to learn how to roller skate and your apartment is all hardwood floors so it felt like a perfect place to practice and Frank is like a nervous parent to a toddler, putting towels over sharp table corners, shouting "Go slow!" down the hallway and generally hovering around for the (many) inevitable times you lose your footing-- his thick arm looping around your waist as your feet slide out from under you and he's mumbling "gonna fucking kill yourself on these fucking things."

Frank didn't have much a sweet tooth except for your banana bread. The first time you made it you never saw him take a bite but somehow the loaf kept getting smaller and smaller. One night you reach over to Frank in the middle of the night but he wasn't in bed so you pad into the kitchen all groggy and rubbing your eyes asking "Frankie?" and there he is in the dark kitchen, enjoying a hunk of banana bread he tore off with his bare hands.

Unsurprisingly, Frank is a cash-carrying guy and you simply never have cash when you need it so Frank has taken to leaving a stack of bills tucked in your wallet once a week because he doesn't like you not having some spending money and emergency cash on hand.

Unfortunately, Frank was always scaring you on accident. Sure, sometimes you could hear the clunk of his boots from a mile away but Frank was pretty stealthy more often than not, even when he wasn't trying. Pair that with your nervous system being one that was sorta lowkey always on high alert and that amounts to you yelping in fright at least once a day when Frank seemingly appears out of nowhere. Of course, Frank interprets this as an opportunity to better educate you on how to be aware of your surroundings like "Come on sweetheart, you gotta get out of that pretty head of yours. Gotta stay sharp, alright?"

It took ffooorrrvveer into your relationship for Frank to even show you that he got sleepy sometimes-- LIKE A HUMAN. The first months of living together you didn't see Frank so much as yawn and he was always awake when you fell asleep and awake when you woke up in the morning. But finally, he slowly dropped his tough-guy-watch-dog visage just enough to let himself get cuddly when he was feeling slightly needy like when he was sick or especially tired or thinking about the past too much. His favorite spot was his cheek pressed into the warm smooth skin of your chest, his hands softly running over your breasts and his warm breath tickling your stomach. It was one of the one places he let himself be taken care of, just for a moment, with your nails scratching his scalp slightly.

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kokomos · 11 months

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦

abby anderson knows what you're capable of, and she knows you can take it and still keep your manners.

tags: explicit content, soft! dominant abby, strap-on sex

It always starts the same way. Your hands, her muscles. Is it really your fault she looks so good in that shirt? She’d be simply toying with you if she didn’t let you feel her up. After all, you’re just appreciating the hard work she’s put into that body of hers.

Your hands alone are enough to send her own towards your hips, pulling you closer. She’ll take the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass while you keep yourself busy. Eagerly, she pulls you into her lap where she attacks your neck with a mix of kisses and soft nips. She’s known to leave a hickey or two if you really get her going.

Abby can’t take a lot of foreplay, she may be patient in other areas of life but the bedroom is not one of them. She’ll have you laying on the bed with your legs around her in no time.

It’s big of course, she prefers fucking you with something impressive in girth and length.

She restrains herself, going in slow for your sake, despite wanting nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress already. Her fingers help line the strap-on up before she puts the tip in, your thighs trembling slightly from the new stimulation.

"Fuck, how's that feel, babe?" She examines your face, looking for an answer without words. When you mutter a small praise to let her know you’re comfortable, she’s already moving to add a couple more inches inside. With your legs around her figure, she’s hitting such sensitive spots. But it’s too much right now, it’s been awhile since she’s fucked you properly and you’ve lost your once admirable endurance.

"Abby." You manage to get out between moans, "I can't, please."

She doesn’t miss a beat, slowing her stroke down in response to your pleas. Intricate kisses on your neck attempt to soothe the discomfort of the strap’s size.

"Come on, baby, I know you can take it. You take it so well for me every time." Abby's words of encouragement combine with the sudden sensation of her fingers on your clit. The discomfort from the size ultimately subsides as she puts all her effort into getting you used to the strap again.

"Faster." Your words of encouragement provoke a grinding stop in her movements.

"I don't think I heard a please, baby. Gotta ask nicely 'cause I'm being so nice to you, okay?" She insists.

You manage to spit out, "Faster, please. " And that's all she needs to hear before moving again; pulling the strap almost all the way out and pushing in at a now painstakingly slow pace to savor the way you take her size.

"You feel so good baby, so perfect." She’s practically grunting the words out at this point, "Gonna make you cum on this dick."

And the pace picks up again, she's slamming her hips almost relentlessly into yours. Her movements hold so much power that the bed starts shaking, the old frame creaking in sync with the way your bodies clash. It's not long with Abby before you're holding onto her, squeezing your legs hard as ever around her form. The noises and faces you're making are enough to make her cum untouched; but with each thrust, the fabric from the strap-on hits her clit just right, perfectly aligning with what she's making you feel.

"Cum for me, cum babygirl." She murmurs, kissing along your collarbone. You're so close, every touch on your body drives you closer to that edge; one thrust hits perfectly and it sends you over. Desperately pounding into you, she tries to get both of you to ride the long high together.

After the come-down, Abby pulls out as slow as possible, she likes to admire all your slick around the strap. It's hard for her to resist just fucking you again when you're all splayed out with your legs wide open for her.

She can't help but ask, "Another round?"

— ♡☆

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chronicdisasterwrites · 9 months

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for you, i would

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader, geto suguru (gojo’s past arc)

genre + warnings: - JJK S2 SPOILERSSS !! deaths (obvi), panic attack, funeral mentioned, smoking, just major pain. everybody's just hella depressed, swears are said, shifts between past and present (italics is past, normal is present moment), the slow burn is KILLING ME

ANGST but then it's FLUFFY :') bittersweet fluff tho (i'm sorry)

word count: 3,953

authors note: okay you asked, i hope i delivered omg :') this is the part 2 of my fic "death is pretty but his eyes are prettier". this might just be a series, because I have some ideas.

enjoyyy <3

Suguru’s gone. He’s now exiled from Jujutsu High and a certified criminal. Shoko’s putting on a nonchalant show and Satoru is lost. And you are not quite sure how to process so much information all at once.

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It's been a few days since your encounter with the special grade curse. A few days since you and Satoru had that moment in the hall. Days have passed since then, but your mind still seems to be stuck there, wondering why it felt so different. Since then, every time you've been near Satoru felt different. His looks looked different, his voice sounded different, his aura felt different. You felt different, and you're not sure what changed. Now you were being sent off to another assignment and Satoru was being sent off on a different assignment, and this distance could either make things a good different or a bad different. Now, what you think would be a good different is a thought you don't even want to ponder.

“Hey, you.”

Satoru moves his eyes from the window to acknowledge you. You're leaning against the classroom door with a backpack slung over your shoulder and a smile on your face. A smile that Satoru returns tenfold.

“Hey there. You start missin’ me already?”

You snort with a laugh and walk toward him. Leaning on the desk next to where he was sitting, you lightly shove his head, “Absolutely not.”

He laughs heartily and leans forward on his chair, resting his head on the palm of his hand. He's looking at you through his ever-present dark sunglasses with a dopey smile, and this is exactly what makes your stupid heart flutter, and you just don't understand why. You smile back but it doesn't stay on your face for long enough. Satoru notices of course and similarly his smile is also wiped from his face and replaced with a quizzical quirk of his brows.

“You’re worried. Question is, why?”

You shrug and bring your hand up to bite the skin around your nails, a bad habit you've had since you were a child. Something you've always done to avoid answering unwanted questions or just to avoid the storm in your mind. Satoru sighs and lightly holds your wrist to move it away from your face. He holds your hand and assesses every finger, slowly tracing the lines on your palm with his slender fingers, then your bitten nails, then the veins on your inner wrist. You blush.

“I don't know, this mission just feels different, I guess. I mean…” You look out the window and observe the blue sky with its fluffy white clouds. There's a black rogue cloud creeping up on the clear ones, and you sense a storm coming. You know Satoru and Suguru are strong and they're perfect for this job. But of course you’ll worry, and your voice does nothing to hide that, not that you could even if you tried. Not with Satoru, anyways.

“It’s just a lot for anyone, y’know?”

Satoru looks up from your hand and with soft eyes and an even softer smile he says, “Sure, but nothing we can't handle. And anyways,” His smile gets cheekier and cheeks get warmer, “I gotta come back soon, right? Can't have you bein’ all sad and mopey without me.”

You laugh and shove your hands in your pockets, turning to leave the room when Satoru calls your name.

“Be careful on your mission. I'll see you soon, yeah?”

You look back and smile, “Yeah, you too.”

—-

“So I heard you losers are tasked with babysitting the star plasma vessel? Amanai, was it?” You find Suguru smoking on the balcony near the courtyard on campus. He cranes his neck to look back at you and gives you a small smile.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Suguru offers you his half-smoked cigarette. You accept it and bring it to your lips as you take your place next to him.

“Yeah. Riko Amanai. I thought you had a mission outside Tokyo?” Suguru asks head tilted as he leans against the wooden railing.

“Yeah in a bit. Wanted to catch you before I leave. I already met Satoru,” you reply as you blow out smoke through your nose and return the remaining cigarette to him. He hums and holds the cig between his index finger and thumb as he puffs it twice before stubbing it out in the ashtray half filled with cigarette butts.

You both stare ahead at the courtyard, basking in the shared silence. You think about the responsibility on their shoulders and how heavy it must be; considering the star plasma vessel is just a few years younger than the four of you. Being raised with only one obligation; to be preserved and grow in isolation for the rest of her years. It isn’t something anyone would want. But that’s Riko Amanai’s life.

“Stop worrying,” Suguru looks at you with an easygoing smile.

You are always amazed at how well he could read you. So you just laugh and pat his back twice before turning to leave.

“Just be careful, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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You’re lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling; paralyzed. Things went to shit so fast. Riko had been killed by a man called Toji Zenin or Fushiguro; at this point, you’re not sure. You’ve heard him be called both Zenin and Fushiguro. But nothing had been the same. Suguru was different. Satoru was now the strongest and being sent on more and more solo missions overseas, and back then, you felt in your bones that something was wrong. Everything was wrong anyways. Riko Amanai didn’t deserve the life she got. She didn’t deserve to die like that. And you know Satoru and Suguru. They were headstrong and stubborn; doing things their own way regardless of what anyone said. They were the strongest, after all. So you knew things were worse than they seemed because you know for a fact that if Riko chose to live, they would do whatever it took to make her wish come true. And you were right.

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Your mission was more or less a success. A dead curse and a few bruises here and there is the best outcome any Jujutsu sorcerer can hope for. But the air in Jujutsu High felt different. Thicker, darker, and not at all the way it was when you left it. Figuring Satoru and Suguru’s mission regarding the star plasma vessel should be complete, you head out to look for them. Heading towards the guy's dorms, it doesn’t take long before you find the hunched-over figure with jet-black hair sitting on the benches near the vending machines.

You approach him with a soft call of his name. Suguru lifts his head to look at you as he mutters your name with a greeting. He looks awful. He looks skinnier and his hair is mostly wet as if he didn’t even bother to dry it off completely after taking a shower. Dark eyebags and half-lidded eyes make him look so much older than he is. Ironically, he looks smaller too. As if the life had been sucked right out of him.

You move forward slowly taking a seat next to him. You lean back and stretch out your legs and wait for him to say something, anything. Preferably about the mission and why he looks so fucked up. But he just asks about your mission.

You reply with a shrug, “It was fine.”

He nods his head as you wait for him to say more. He doesn’t.

“Suguru…what happened?”

He looks detached, lost. He purses his lips and fiddles with his thumbs. “Riko was killed.”

You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything at all.

“You know, she wanted to live. Satoru and I decided that we’d support any decision she’d make. She wanted to live longer with her friends, and her family. But then-“ he chokes up. Trying to mask it with a cough he just shrugs and exhales. He lets his head hang low.

“They were clapping,” he clenches his fists and you feel his cursed energy spike.

You don’t know what he means by that. You’re in shock and you have no idea what to say. What can you possibly say to make any of this better? Apologizing seems ridiculous. Saying “she deserved better” is even stupider. Of course, he knows she deserved better. You reach out your hand to touch him before he speaks again.

“I was wrong. These people. These monkeys… they don’t deserve to be protected.”

He looks at your outreached hand and gives a half smile. He unclenches his fists to hold your hand in his larger ones. He caresses your knuckles as you say the only thing that you feel.

“You’re right. They don’t deserve to be protected.”

Suguru looks at you with eyes filled with curiosity and surprise as if he expected you to say the opposite.

You look at his hands holding yours, squeezing his hand once as you continue.

“But then, there are also people like Riko, who do deserve to be protected, right?”

His eyes widen and his hand slacks as he stares at you. Right when he opens his mouth to say something, Haibara’s boisterous voice fills the room. He greets the both of you and you smile back as you retract your hand from Suguru’s and stand to leave.

Suguru calls your name and you look at him. You feel so bad for him, you can’t express it. It’s tearing your heart out seeing him look so depressed, so utterly destroyed. You reach out and brush your knuckles against his cheek. He closes his eyes and releases a sigh. Leaving featherlight touches against the darkness under his eyes, you say softly, “It wasn’t your fault, Suguru. I hope you know that.”

His eyes shut and you can almost hear the torrential thoughts flooding his brain. Your voice is hushed. You want to be as gentle as possible with the way you speak to him now. He’s like a glass bottle filled with a corrosive, bubbling liquid. It must be handled with the utmost care because the only thing containing the liquid is the bottle. If the bottle breaks, the liquid will spill everywhere. Even if it’s collected from the ground and stored in a tougher container, the microscopic glass shards will be near impossible to separate from the liquid itself. Geto Suguru, is a strong man. But even the strongest material is bound to break; if a stronger force acts upon it, continuously, without giving it time to heal and repair. And once broken, Geto Suguru will always have those shards lodged inside his soul.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

He looks at you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. You drop your hand as you turn to leave him with Haibara. “I’ll see you, Suguru. Best of luck on your mission, Haibara.”

Haibara gives you a bright smile with eyes turned into little moons. “Thank you senpai! I’ll bring back souvenirs for you all!”

You return his smile and send him a thanks and a wave as you look at Suguru, gaze not being reciprocated. You only see his dark ebony hair covering his face as he stares at the ground, unmoving; distant.

The moment your back turns to them, the smile drops from your face and your eyes fill with tears.

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You found out about Suguru from Yaga-sensei. Apparently, he had killed his parents and 112 non-sorcerers. Geto Suguru was now a criminal and exiled from the Jujutsu community. The Suguru you last met near the vending machines before he embarked on his new path; before Haibara’s death.

Now you’re lying in bed, marinading in your sadness, thinking about how everything went to shit so fast. Haibara died and Suguru was as good as dead. Nanami was broken. You don't know where Satoru is but wherever he is, he's definitely not okay.

You’d heard Satoru had met Suguru from Shoko, considering she met him before Satoru did. And Shoko. Shoko shut herself off, acting as if everything was fine. She keeps conversations short and drowns herself in her studies and her work. Things will never be the same again.

You feel conflicted. Did my words tick him off? Could I have said something better? Am I a terrible friend? Maybe if I find him now I can talk to him and be by his side, but he’s not the same Suguru I once knew. He didn’t seek me out. Why didn’t he come to meet me? Does he hate me? Does Satoru know I spoke to him before he did what he did? Does Satoru hate me? Will Shoko ever be the same again? No, of course, she won’t. None of us will ever be the same again. It’s all broken. Everything went to shit.

There’s knocking on your door. You glance at the alarm clock on your side table. 2:30 am it blinks, in an angry red light that hurts your eyes. You sit up on your bed as you contemplate whether to open the door or ignore it. You can feel the cursed energy of the person pulsing behind the door. They knock again. You get up and open the door to see one Gojo Satoru leaning against the doorframe with his sunglasses on and shoulders drooped. His stance is unguarded, tired, and face sullen.

“Sorry, were you sleeping?” he looks apologetic as he opens his sunglasses and puts them in his pocket. His once crystal blue eyes are now a muted blue with dark purple circles underneath them.

You silently shake your head, opening the door further and walking deeper into the room hoping he’d follow. He does, as he shuts the door behind him. You sit on the foot of your bed as he drags his feet next to you and falls on his back with his long legs dangling off the edge.

He closes his eyes and opens them, then closes them again. You look at him wondering what to say. As nothing comes to your mind you simply decide to lie down next to him and stare up at the ceiling. You both stay like that for what seems like a long time, soaking in each other’s presence as if it might be stolen from you both within moments.

“You know…I met him. We spoke and he told me I should kill him if I wanted to. I was about to but then I couldn’t do it,” his voice is so small, almost trembling. He’s breathing heavily, the silence in the room when he’s not speaking is so loud you can almost hear his heart beating.

You turn your head to see him staring up at the ceiling. He breathes your name.

“I just… couldn’t do it,” he releases a shaky breath, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Maybe I should have. Maybe because I didn’t kill him, a lot more people will-” he chokes.

Your heart hurts seeing him like this. The pain you were trying to control floods your senses and nothing feels real anymore. You wish it was a nightmare, that once you wake up everything would be fine. Suguru would still be here, his parents still alive, Satoru being his usual childlike self, Shoko with her hilarious little remarks, Haibara filling the room with his larger-than-life presence and laugh, Nanami emo as ever but still with you all. Riko still alive. But the more you try to force yourself to wake up you realize you’re fully awake already. This isn’t a nightmare; it’s real. This is your life.

“Of course you couldn’t, Satoru. I mean it’s Su-“ you cut yourself off with a shaky exhale. “All of this is just so-“ your voice breaks as you try to contain the tears. You take a deep breath trying to hold in your hurt. You have to be strong because right now Satoru isn’t. He needs you now more than ever.

“It’s just so unfair,” you say under your breath.

“I’m supposed to be the strongest. I’m supposed to be the “honored one”. I mean- it was a moment of weakness. I can’t-“ he puts both his hands on his face as he breathes heavily and mutters incoherently.

“I can’t be weak,” he spits the word as if it’s venom. Poison, tainting his pristine lips.

“I just- I can’t.”

He mutters your name as he starts heaving and trembling. You immediately sit up and lean over him; your face over his own.

His eyes blink rapidly as he gulps and tries to take a full breath, ultimately failing.

You hold his face and look into his eyes. “Satoru, you’re having a panic attack. Look at me, okay? Focus on me.”

He shakes his head, and sniffles, clutching his chest as he continues spiraling. “I can’t- I can’t breathe.”

You grab his clenched hand and hold it against your chest. “Feel me breathe, okay? Look look. Inhale, and exhale. Okay? It’s just us here, alright? Forget everything else.”

Your chest rises and falls in a steady motion as Satoru’s eyes lock onto yours. Trying to match his breathing with yours, his eyes slowly regain focus as his chest stops heaving. His Adam’s apple bobs as he takes deeper breaths. Soon enough, your hearts beat in the same rhythm.

“There you go. Deep breaths,” you give him a small smile as one hand still holds his against your chest and the other holding the side of his face; thumb caressing his cheek.

Mouth open and eyes blurry, he gulps as he brings up his free hand to touch your face. His fingers brush over the scar on your right cheek. No one else has ever touched your scar like this. Even you've never traced it with so much love and tenderness. Only Satoru has, and you realize you like that very much. You like the feeling of his fingers on your skin, especially on the part of your body that makes you feel like a complete failure. It scares you, but you can't even think about it now because his fingers are everywhere. They graze your jaw, run through your hair, and trace your nose, before finding their rightful place back over your cheek. His voice is strained and so, so small. “You’re real, right?”

A stubborn stray tear escapes your eye as you give him a watery smile. “Yeah, I’m real, Satoru. I’m real.”

He leans up to rest his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes. Your breaths mix as you feel his silver eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. His wispy bangs tickle your face and you notice his hair has gotten longer. You also notice how he has two indents on each side of the bridge of his nose where his sunglasses spend all their time. He also has the clearest skin you have ever seen anyone have. Your eyes map his face like it's the first time you're seeing him but not the first time you realize that he is so, so beautiful. And your heart almost stops at the realization that you might just be in love with Gojo Satoru.

This is the most intimate you’ve ever been with anyone. This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him be and the most vulnerable you’ll ever let yourself be. Your tears don’t seem to stop now, flowing freely, falling onto his rosy cheeks and shirt. He gently wipes them away with his thumb as your foreheads stay pressed together. Hands still intertwined against your heart and thoughts flowing together.

“Thanks. I’m glad you’re here. I just- I had to see you,” his voice was low, almost a whisper.

Your voice is quiet too and you feel your face getting warm. “Always.”

You both stay like that for a couple minutes, breathing each other in, feeling each other’s heart beat. You feel so guilty for wanting to tell him you love him. You can't do that now. He's upset and lost and you won't put something like this on him right now. So you bury it and just bask in the sound of his breathing.

Once he’s calmed down, you both lie down next to each other, shoulders touching, back to staring at the ceiling. You sniffle and wipe your eyes, feeling the weight on your chest significantly lighten. After a few minutes, his raspy voice breaks the silence.

“He has a son,” He looks at you, “Toji Fushiguro. He has a son. Said his name was Megumi Fushiguro.”

His eyes shift between yours and then travels all over your face. He nibbles on his lips and continues, “Apparently, the kid’s been sold to the Zenin’s, ‘cause of the Ten Shadows Technique he inherited.”

You turn your head to look at him and you know what he's thinking.

“You’re gonna stop the sale?”

Satoru grins, “I'm gonna stop the sale,” He looks up at the ceiling and stretches his arms up. “And, anyways. He’ll be much better off here. Not to mention, his technique is the best thing to come out of his shit family, so win-win.”

“How old is he?”

Satoru shrugs, “6? 7, I guess?”

You look up at the ceiling and wonder. When Satoru speaks again, somehow reading your thoughts, you look at him.

“Will you help me?” He looks at you so longingly, and you don't even need to think about the answer. Your worries are forgotten. All you know is that you both will figure it out.

“Of course, Satoru.”

He releases a small exhale and smiles at you. You return it. You open your mouth to say something but Satoru beats you to it.

“You know, sometimes I wish I was just any regular person. Not the strongest, not a sorcerer. Just some random normie.”

You wish you could give him that. Sometimes you also have thoughts like this. What if you were just a regular person? No powers, no clue about curses, no idea about weapons or cursed techniques. A regular life, a regular family.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Satoru hums as he brushes his knuckles against yours. You let your wishful thinking get the better of you.

“Hey. What if we run away?”

Satoru looks at you with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. You look back at him with a half smile, because you know you would. You would run away with him if he wanted to. Of course, you’d ask Shoko to join the both of you as well. But you imagine going somewhere tropical maybe. Somewhere small, a place with a beach preferably so you could watch Satoru prance around in the water and build sandcastles, only for you or Shoko to go and stomp all over it. And then you’d watch him throw a hissy fit and pout about it for the rest of his life. You’d watch the sun set over the ocean every single day without a worry in the world. Maybe you could be there till you’re old and wrinkled. Living to 80, dying in your bed wrapped in blankets and the people you love - a dream. A place where you’re nobodies. A place where Satoru could finally be free. You’d leave everything behind to have that with him. Not like you have much to leave behind anyways. But you would.

Satoru laughs softly, almost under his breath.

“You know what?”

Your eyes are observing his every expression; you stare at his porcelain skin and sharp jaw, eyes staring up at the ceiling and bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He looks at you with his glittering sapphire eyes and bitten-bloodied pink lips stretched into a real smile. You look at the small dimple on the side of his right cheek and you think, just for tonight, maybe the weight on his chest feels lighter too.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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part 3

a/n: HAH YOU THOUGHT THEY'D KISS? nope, still hopelessly pining lolol. but we’ll get there, bear with me :’)

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braxlrose · 10 months

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DOM 2023 TOM KAULITZ PLEASE

a/n: ngl you guys, im really getting into 2023 tom like romantically. bc obviously yall know im not a fan of player tom, but him now 😜 he's my boo thang fr too bad im not a granny

cw: humiliation, degradation, bondage, doggy style, face fucking, oral (m!recieving), teasing, clit slapping, vibrators

dom modern!tom hcs

-now 2023 tom and 2000s tom sexually, don't have that big of a difference. but I do think he's a lot more intimate now and possessive in bed

-if you guys are doing it doggy style, he likes it a couple different ways. if hes feeling more romantic and loving, he'll be leaned down over you, his chest to your back, kissing your neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in you ear

"you look so beautiful, baby.."

"taking me so well, schatz..always been so perfect for me."

"look how pretty you are"

"lemme make you feel good, sweetie"

-but if he's feeling more possessive and horny he'll be manhandling you, have you face down into a pillow w/ your ass up, his hands on your hips, just pounding into you.

-bonus points if you guys are doing this in front of a mirror and he makes you watch yourself + if you put your face down back into the bed or look away he'll tug and pull your hair forcing you to look at yourself taking his cock

"fuckkk..letting me use this pussy, you just love being a little slut f'me, don't you..?"

"Nuh uh uh...you gotta look at yourself, pretty baby. gotta watch how slutty your little pussy is..taking my big, fat cock."

"come on, touch yourself and don't stop until I say so...wanna see that pretty pussy cum f'me.."

"I don't know if it'll fit, schatzi...your dumb little pussy might not be able to take it."

-huge tease

-before putting it in, he'll rub his tip around for a bit. not his fault your whines are so pretty..

-slaps your clit if you don't answer him or his questions

-loves using a vibrator on you and then turning it off to edge you if you've been bratty

-interlocks his fingers w/ yours when you two are having sex. doesn't matter if it's rough or soft sex, he can't help it. it makes him happy

-like bill, if you two are doing something more rough or new (or just sex in general) he makes sure to have a safe word if you ever wanna tap out

-he honestly feels awful when you use your safe word. not because you used your safe word but because he knows he pushed you too far and should've asked if you were okay more often or something. second guesses himself until you pull him in for a hug and hold onto him while you're shaking

-he's amazing at aftercare. he wants you to know how much he loves and cherishes you and make you feel safe. he also goes an extra mile if degradation was added into the mix

-he kisses your entire body after sex

-he carries you around after rough sex so you don't have to walk

-he massages your legs after sex too

-he loves cowgirl because you just look so sexy up on top of him and he still gets to be in charge even though you're the one on top

-face fucks you when you're sucking him off if he gets impatient either because you're going too slow or something else

-takes his belt off and ties your wrists w/ it sometimes

-shoves his tongue down your throat when he's about to climax

I WILL BE WRITING MORE 2023 TOM YOU GUYS DW

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whateverisbeautiful · 3 months

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#11: I See Things (S3E12)

Something I appreciate so much is that Richonne's journey is a love story, not a fairytale. Their story feels grown and grounded, healthy, and realistic, while also feeling perfect and aspirational between two flawed people doing their best in a broken world. And through each season of their slow burn, we got to organically watch the many building blocks of what makes their love so genuinely strong and special. So I cherish these early moments that laid Rick and Michonne's foundation, especially here in my favorite scene from the masterpiece OG Richonne ep that is Clear...

Rick, Michonne, and Carl pack up to leave King County after a stellar episode with both Rick and Morgan’s storyline and Carl and Michonne’s storyline. The acting was superb all across the board in this ep. 👏🏽

The three really do look like a family as they pack up and head out. And in their own ways, this scene has Carl and Rick both telling Michonne...

I love that it just took one trip for Carl to be completely warmed up to Michonne. And he admits this in the best possible way to his dad. Because Rick, in such a dad way, asks if everything went okay with her, and again, I always feel like Rick really really wants the answer to be yes because deep down he knows he wants Michonne around.

And to me, it isn’t just Rick asking if everything went okay on their trip but if everything is okay with Michonne as a whole. This episode was about Rick and Carl beginning to truly accept Michonne and learn that not only does she not have a problem, but in fact she is the beautiful solution to so much in their life.

It’s also just great to watch this scene back knowing Rick is asking Carl about the woman who will become his wife and mother to all three of his children. 🥰

And then I will forever love Carl saying, “I think she might be one of us.” Just the absolute best. 😭 That statement is the gospel truth too. And it’s so meaningful because of how much Michonne will end up being not just a vital member of tf but a true blue member and matriarch of the Grimes family.

Michonne truly belongs in this group and this Grimes family, and I love that intuitive little Carl picked up on that so quickly. That seal of approval from him is huge because it allows Rick to feel like he can slowly but surely stop fighting the clear undeniable connection between himself and Michonne.

I also absolutely love Rick’s dramatic reaction to Carl saying Michonne is one of them. He can’t hide that this is great news to him, and you know Rick's extra side is so loved by me. 😋

Rick acts taken aback and asks, "What?" and I think part of it is actually being surprised that Carl made such a big statement because he could have just said 'yeah she was cool' but instead Carl lets him know she’s truly meant to be with them. And also part of the reaction is because our man Rick has for sure been catching some sorta feelings, even if just the earliest stages of attraction.

I know Rick's happy to hear his son likes her as much as he deep down wants to like her too. Also I really don't think Rick would be having a low-key tickled reaction like this over just any newcomer getting a good report.

Then Carl is just the cutest when he gives a little laugh and tells Rick "Everything went okay." This is all just so precious, especially after Michonne helped Carl retrieve a photo of his family all while planting the seed of Grimes 2.0 at the very same time.

And think about it - this moment is occurring so freshly after losing his mom. Carl probably hasn’t had many smiling moments since then, so I know it means the world to Rick to see that Carl and Michonne bonded and that she brought some joy back into his son's life. She's the best. 🥰

Then, because our lovely leading man is always expressive when it comes to his kids and Michonne, Rick has the biggest smile hearing this.

And again, we gotta be so for real for a second because this smile from him is not just cuz it in-general worked out with a newcomer. I feel this is specific to Michonne. Because like I said, Rick really wanted Michonne to check out (partly so he could keep checking her out🤭) and so he’s really glad to hear that she more than did.

I love that even this early, Michonne is putting smiles on Rick and Carl’s faces. After everything they’ve been through leading up to this ep, it’s refreshing to see.

So Rick is happy, but then he pauses as tho he’s seeing something - likely Ghost Lori. And my theory has long been that Ghost Lori stayed showing up in moments like these to let Rick know his soulmate had now arrived and he should get with Michonne, just like Lori got with her soulmate while Rick was in a coma.💁🏽‍♀️ 😋

Like I just know in this moment Lori's ghost was looking at Rick like...

It’s interesting how we the audience don’t see what he’s hallucinating like we have in other episodes. I like this choice tho because in just seeing Rick staring off it shows how much Michonne was able to read and understand him.

Like all Rick was doing was standing there, and from the outside looking in, it could easily be missed that he was having another hallucination - but Michonne knew Rick was having a moment of seeing things cuz she gets him. Always has. 😌

So Michonne notices it right away and her look of care and concern is really sweet. Throughout the series, Michonne so often looks at Rick like her heart is tugged by this honorable man in all his humanness.

I also love that she brings it up. She could’ve just noticed him seeing things and not said anything, especially because it’s personal and they're still mostly strangers. But this choice to bring it up immediately established that she and him can talk on a deeper level, even this early in the relationship.

And it shows Rick that he doesn’t have to feel misunderstood or ashamed for these episodes he's been having. Someone else sees it, and not only that - relates to it too.

So she gently asks if he saw something and Rick silently looks surprised that she could tell exactly what was happening.

Michonne says, "I know you see things - people." And then in one of the first examples of Richonne doing their signature thing of leveling with each other through being vulnerable, she tells Rick she used to talk to her dead boyfriend. Saying reassuringly, “It happens.” I repeat, Michonne is the best. 👑

It is lovely to see Michonne open up about this, and I love how innately she knew she could share this with Rick. We saw in a s3 scene by a fire with Michonne and Andrea that Michonne was not the type to fully open up about her past family, and yet here with Rick she's willing to share something personal and offer up this part of herself. It just further suggests that Rick and Michonne have a different and uniquely intrinsic connection. And I repeat - they trusted each other before they knew they trusted each other.

It’s also sweet that Michonne is willing to be vulnerable to help Rick feel less alone. This is such a big reason why their union is so special. With each other, they're never in it alone.

They are cut from the same cloth and understand each other deeply. And despite living in a world that would suggest you should always have your guard up, I love that Michonne and Rick instead allowed themselves to open up to each other, slowly but surely. 🥰

Also, more and more, I realize that the making of Richonne was actually so obvious from season 3 forward, and especially here in Clear.

Like this episode really plants the seed of Rick, Michonne, and Carl becoming a whole family because that family theme runs all throughout.

I mean even just the fact that the episode takes place in Rick and Carl's old hometown, bringing only Michonne on this run where she gets to gain insight into the past of her future husband and son, R&M essentially co-parenting together when Michonne offers to go with Carl to get the crib, and then Carl wanting the family photo and needing Michonne's help to retrieve it, and then Michonne finally opening up a bit about her family.

Richonne was looking like Morgan's apartment in this ep because, honey...

So then Rick is quiet for a sec after Michonne addresses him seeing things and letting him know it happens, and I know deep down he appreciates this moment from her. It's a rare moment of someone looking at him not to lead or provide an answer but simply to know he's not crazy or on his own.

And then Rick definitely gets flirty as he asks her if she wants to drive. (and again, letting Michonne drive is another establishment of trust) Also, I just love that throughout their pre-canon era, Michonne is the one Rick most wanted to be sociable with from team family.

I adore this scene for being the first moment of flirting between them as he asks if she wants to drive and she smiles and says "yeah." Rick then says "good" and takes the scene to new levels of adorable with his playful flirty energy when he adds, “Cuz I see things” and hands her the keys to his heart and the car. 😊

It’s a nice way for him to admit Michonne was right that he sees things but still keep things light. And it's adorable how quickly Rick would go into flirtation mode with Michonne, even this early on.

(Side note: Y'all sometimes I used to want a body language expert who has never seen TWD to analyze these pre-canon Richonne scenes because I just know they'd confirm that Rick and Michonne's pre-canon moments read as more than platonic. But truly there is no body language expert needed for it to be known that Rick's energy is flirtatious here.)

And same for Michonne's energy afterward because I love how she smiles as she holds the keys and watches him go. #SmittenKitten 😋

They’re both real fond of each other, y’all. Even in season 3. Like this moment lets you know Rick and Michonne really do have “common interests” lol.

And while of course Rick and Michonne are still on their own individual healing journeys atp so they aren't yet aware that they're meant to be, it's still nice that in this scene they at least now know they like each other as people.

I love that Michonne who can read people so well, knew Rick was a good man doing his best in this world as a leader and father, and as she closes the trunk she looks like she knows she might have found her new home with these people, which I love that for her. 🙌🏽

This beautiful scene is just such a great and foundational moment in Rick and Michonne's love story and gives an excellent peek into how their dynamic will be going forward as they evolve into a husband and wife. 👏🏽

And how spoiled are we that Gimple was planting the Richonne seeds back when he was writing for Season 3 (before Richonne's journey had even aired for us to see), and now here we are 11 years later with Scott, Danai, and Andy having created a whole miniseries dedicated to Richonne and constantly confirmed to be an epic love story. 🤩🥳🤗

Like this is me and every Richonners' energy for a reason lol...

I'm forever thankful to Danai, Andy, and Scott for loving Richonne like we do and returning to give Rick and Michonne Grimes closure. And I'm grateful that we stan a married ship that always flourishes within the actual franchise. #WinningSinceTheBeginning 🥰

There's also just something so poetic about the fact that way back during the season 3 Clear days, Scott said Danai was able to pick up on the Richonne trajectory because she was a writer - and now we'll have the privilege to watch a whole TOWL episode written by the illustrious talent Danai, herself, as she gets to help shape the final chapter of Richonne's years-long love story. What. A. Journey. 😭🙌🏽

So as the classic and fitting 'Home' song concludes this phenomenal 3.12 ep and the three drive away, it shows how these three entered that town as strangers and left as a family more than they could ever imagine. They didn't know it entirely yet, but after Clear, Rick, Michonne, and Carl were on pace to become home to each other.

Imo, Richonne was written in the stars from the moment they laid eyes on each other at at that prison fence. But after Clear, it was set in stone, with no going back, that Richonne was bound to happen. They were too perfect together, too much passion and attraction emitting from them in these early stages for it to not eventually blossom into more.

Rick and Michonne were destined to be Mr. and Mrs. Grimes. And heartwarming scenes like this just made that so, well, clear. 😌🤍

#thank you Clear 🥂#thank you birthday girl Danai & Andy & Scott 🥳#and thank y'all for reveling with me from 30-11 🙏🏽#now let the top 10 begin! 🎊😏#richonne #top 30 #number 11 #rick x michonne #twd 3.12 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 8: Aphrodisiacs (Primo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

ITS FINALLY PRIMO TIME!! I've been wanting to write a fic for him for so long now but whenever I try it doesn't come out right. So, since I don't have time to obsess over every single detail of the fics I publish this month being perfect, due to the sheer volume of them, I figured this would be a good time to give it a shot. We fuckin this old man tonight, strap in guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+, mostly fluff because Primo makes me soft, confessed feelings, weed smoking, consumption of natural aphrodisiacs, reader rides Primo (we gotta be nice to his joints), blowjob, creampie, slight praise, just some good ol' love making, nothing too crazy, they just end up not being able to keep their hands off each other

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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"My dear, is everything alright? You've barely touched your tea." You were ripped from your thoughts at the feeling of Primo's warm hand coming to rest on top of yours. You blushed, giving him a small nod.

"Yes Papa, sorry, I was just thinking." You admit with a bashful chuckle. He slowly pulls his hand back, satisfied with your answer despite the fact he knew you weren't telling him the complete truth. You had planned this afternoon in hope of finally confessing your feelings for Primo. But, you would be lying if you said you weren't a little distracted by his mere presence. Despite his age and constant declarations that he no longer possessed the same vigor he used to, Primo was still a consummate flirt. His slow and careful movements had you aching for him to touch you; the way his finger would slowly trace around the rim of his tea cup as he listened attentively to you speak, when he would guide you into the greenhouse his hand would hover over the small of your back, his intense gaze trained on your smallest movements left you feeling more aroused with every passing second. When you would spend time with Primo he wouldn't allow you to even lift a finger, despite the fact that it was you who asked for his company. He poured your tea, he had arranged the charcuterie board, anything you needed during your time together he would take care of. You take a small sip of the tea Primo had prepared for you, an herbal blend he had made himself. The drink left you feeling warm from head to toe as you tried to not let your mind wander, despite your excited state, time alone with your Papa was something that should be cherished. You looked over the small board of snacks he had prepared for you; fresh figs drizzled with honey, the finest chocolates you had ever tasted, a small bowl of pomegranate seeds.

"Did you know," he starts with a groan, "that some believe that it was a pomegranate the snake offered Eve in the garden of Eden, not an apple?" You shake your head with a giggle.

"I didn't. Did you know that all of these foods are considered aphrodisiacs?" You rebuttal.

"Maybe I did." He responds casually, shitting you a sly wink that instantly gets you flustered. He motions for you to wait a moment, he stands and makes his way into a back room within his greenhouse. He returns a few moments later with an ornate pipe and small jar of marijuana. He returns to his seat with a sigh, meticulously pinching a good sized amount for him to smoke. He lights the bowl with ease, no doubt from years of practice. The soft haze of smoke fills your vision as he exhales. "Would you like some?" He offers.

"Please." You were hoping this could help dissolve your nerves, leaving you with no space to think of anything else besides the unbridled emotions for the man who sat across from you. You take the piece in your hands, locking eyes with Primo as you bring the end to your mouth. He lights the bow for you, waiting for your signal to stop. You inhaled deeply, the musky, earthy flavor and scent of the herb dominating your senses. Your eyes instantly grew heavy as the smoke filled your lungs, you leaned back in your chair as you slowly exhaled. Primo looks at you with a satisfied smile, watching as your high quelled your nervous fidgeting.

"Now, not that I don't enjoy your company my dear, but surely there's a reason you asked me to join you this afternoon." You could tell by the time in his voice that he had you exactly where he wanted you. You shouldn't have been surprised, he had stayed himself in the past that he's had Siblings fall for him over the years, you were sure that you were no different than any previous admirers. "Surely it wasn't to try and catch the attention of this old man." You can't help but involuntarily wince as he hit the nail right in the head. "Sorella…" he coos, your eyes trailing over to his features at the sound of his gentle tone. "Come here, little one." He pats his lap. As you step closer to him, he takes your hand, guiding you to a comfortable position perched across his thighs. "Tell your Papa what's on your mind, hm?"

"I… have a bit of a confession to make." You chuckle awkwardly. "Papa… Primo," you correct, feeling this wasn't the place for honorifics, "over the time that I've known you I've found myself falling for you. I'm sure you've had plenty of confessions from other Siblings, I know I'm not special, but I can't keep going around pretending that I don't feel this way about you."

"(Y/N)," his finger trails across your jaw, prompting your eyes to meet his. "I never want you to feel like you're not special in my eyes, fiore." He takes your hand in his, it felt as if sparks were dancing across your skin at his gentle touch. "I'm the one who should be grateful for receiving even a fraction of your affection."

"Papa, I…"

"Primo." It was his turn to correct you, shooting you a playful smile.

"Primo," you giggle. "I… I'm not really sure what to say." He pushes some stray hair behind your ear before his arm wraps around your waist.

"You don't have to say anything, my dear." He gives your waist a gentle squeeze. "We were already having a fantastic evening together. I don't see the harm in continuing that… maybe seeing where the night takes us from there." You can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought. Being so close to Primo like this already had your body going haywire, the aphrodisiacs you had consumed definitely weren't helping either. He smirks at you suggestively as he realizes your ruffled state. Primo packed you another bowl doing what he could to try and ease your nerves. You spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in Primo's lap, the two of you laughing and smoking the night away until you made the mutual decision that your company would be greatly appreciated in his quarters. Primo had one of his Ghouls prepare a fire, the two of you getting nice and cozy on his couch. A little joint was passed between you as Primo hand fed you small squares of chocolate. You wanted to melt into him, the feeling of being fully relaxed paired with your accepted confession clouding your mind with thoughts of only your Papa. "You look absolutely divine in the firelight, my darling." Primo purrs. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your face lands in the crook of his neck, allowing you to revel in the smell of sweet incense, damp earth, and herb. You dared to glance up at him, his mismatched gaze finding yours as he felt your eyes land on him.

"Primo," you whisper softly, "can I kiss you?"

"I would love nothing more, cara mia." A smile ghosts over his lips as he leans into you. Primo was so gentle as he held you in his arms, scared as if you would break like a china doll. You let out a satisfied sigh as his lips finally met yours, finally experiencing something you had been dreaming about for a long time. He squeezes your waist, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. The bitterness of his papal paint mixed in with the sweetness of the chocolate you had been previously eating, the kiss quickly becoming more heated. Primo guides you to his lap, your knees sinking into the plush couch cushions as you straddle him. He groans softly as you sink your full weight onto him, you can't help but smirk slightly as you feel him start to grow hard beneath you. He places his hands on your thighs, allowing them to slowly push up the hem of your sundress. He shivers at the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips.

"Forgive me for being so blunt," he starts with a chuckle, "but you seem to have gotten me a little, eh, excited." He hissed through his teeth as you shift your hips. Despite the fact you could feel his reaction pressing into your clothed heat he was still trying to be somewhat of a gentleman.

"Is there any way I can help, Papa?" You ask coyly. You feel him twitch slightly at the sweet sound of your voice.

"Is it alright if I touch you, fiore?" His fingers squeeze against your thighs.

"Please." You respond breathlessly before his lips crash back into yours. His hands slide under your dress and over the curve of your ass, pulling you as close to him as he could manage. His lips trail over your jaw as he slowly works you out of your dress, groaning in arousal at your mostly naked form.

"You're so beautiful, fiore." He places kisses across your collarbones, holding you firmly by the hips as he listens to every soft mewl and gasp he can pull from you.

“Papa,” You sigh softly, “can I taste you?” He nods, keeping his sultry gaze on you as you lower yourself to your knees. He assists you in pulling off his ceremonial robes to reveal his bare form underneath. He lets out a low growl as you slowly stroke his member in your hand. You tentatively wrap your lips around his sensitive tip. His fingers lace into your hair, his hips bucking slightly as you eased yourself down his shaft. You allowed him to set the pace, moaning around him as you looked up to see the expression of pure pleasure on his face. You pushed yourself down, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Bene, fiore. So good for your Papa.” He groans as you continue to bob your head. He beckons you back into his lap, you moan with anticipation as you feel him swipe the head of his cock over your entrance. You whine as you slowly lower yourself onto him, your thighs shaking slightly as you fully sit on his cock. You grip tightly onto his shoulders, bouncing yourself at a steady pace. Primo rested his hands on your waist, your arousal dripping down his erection with every thrust. You felt incredible on top of him; the way your ass would jiggle with every bounce, your sweet moans filling his ear, your warm body pressed tightly to his, Primo believed you were a gift from the Dark Lord himself.

“You feel so good.” You groan in his ear. Your moans turn to screams as Primo begins to fuck up int your. His fingers grabbing tightly on your hips, he slammed you down repeatedly on his cock like you were his own personal fleshlight. You felt his thrusts begin to grow sloppy, the moans from his mouth quickly becoming more breathy and almost desperate as he chased his climax. His hips stuttered as his hot cum shot into you. His fingers find your clit, expertly rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent your own climax crashing over you. You collapse against his chest, the room filled with the sound of your labored breathing.

“Mi fiore.” He whispers, you hum in response as you nuzzle your face against his neck. “Would you like to spend the night?”

“I would love to, Primo.”

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Music Fest || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

Warnings (that are not really warnings): language and dirty lyrics of a song, but nothing really bad. *I translated the song from one in Spanish 🤫

"No!", both Jay and Will said unison looking down to their little sister.

"But, like, why not?"

"You're still too young...those music festivals are always full of drunk people", Will said without even raising his head to look at her.

"...and I don't want to be all night stuck to the radio listening to every incident that happens in said event. You have no idea how wild they get", the detective completed.

Becca just rolled her eyes, her brothers were exaggerating everything, as usual.

"You don't have to, I'll go with my group of friends, won't be alone"

"Oh! you mean the same friends that leaved you alone that night in the middle of the street and you had to call me scared and crying to pick you up?" Will raised his brows, still mad at the memory.

"That was once and no, I'm not going with them. I'm going with my friends from acting class"

"Oh, well, that changes...nothing", he joked.

"In fact...", Jay intervened while pouring some coffee in his mug, "that only makes it worse"

"Oh, come on! I'll buy the ticket with my savings! You don't even have to give me money!"

Jay took one hand to rub his face, the same conversation had been repeated countless times during the week and he was getting tired of it "Stop wasting your energies! The answer will always be the same..."

"No!", both of her brother repeated with a stern but tired tone. She didn’t have a chance to win.

"Ugh! You never let me do anything fun!" The youngest Halstead said while slamming the door of her room, which put an end to the conversation.

Undazed, Will and Jay remained in the kitchen as if nothing had happened, they were already used to Becca’s teenage outbursts.

A few days passed and the girl was still mad at her brothers, she was already a grown up and was able to take care of herself, why wouldn’t they let her go? Life was unfair.

Becca was on her bed when a knock on the door interrupted her toughts, and knowing it was Jay, she laid her head down pretending to be asleep. She was upset and playing to be offended.

"I know you're awake", he said coming into the room.

"What?" The girl slowly raised her head, pretending she didn't know what he was talking about.

Her brother laughed, "Am I wasting my money in your classes? Because you are a terrible actress"

She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed, "What do you want, Jay Jay?”

He sighed before speaking up, hands on his hips “Do you still have the money for the ticket?”

Becca opened her big eyes wide and turned to face him, answering even before he could finish the question, “Yes! Why?”

“Ok. Here’s the deal, you can go, bu—” in an instance, she was hanging from his neck, “But I’m not giving you any money…”

She suddenly became suspicious, “Wait! Is this a trap?”

Jay strangely smirked, “No, is just…you were very excited…”

Becca was shouting out of happiness, jumping on her bed “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“I gotta work that day, so Will’s taking you there and picking you up at 10, not later!"

“Fine”

“No alcohol!” Jay pointed towards her with each pronounced word. “If I find out you drink a drop of alcohol, you’ll be grounded and locked inside the house for the rest of your life, you hear me?”

“I’ll get an underage ticket, they won’t even sell me anything even if I wanted to”

“Hmm”, he crossed his arms incredulous trying to read if his sister was just acting innocent or she was really naive. Whichever the answer was, didn’t help for the fact that he didn’t really wanted her to go.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jay Jay!" She hugged him one more time and he smiled.

Time passed by really slow since she got her ticket, excitment filled her body as the day approached. This was an important date, her very first music festival! She wanted it to be perfect in all ways. She wanted to look good, aesthetic and pretty. The chosen outfit was a skirt with red squares to her waist and fishnet tights with a translucid blouse; for her feet, her favorite platform black boots. She felt pretty that way, until she went out of her room and Will’s expresion lowered her bliss

“NO!” He said as soon as he saw her sideways, “Go change, you are not leaving the house like that!”

“Why not?”

“Are you really asking?”, her eldest brother crossed his arms. “Skirt’s too short and I can see through your blouse”

“Yea, and I have a bralett under, no big deal”

Her brother’s face started to match his red hair.

“I’ve used these clothes before right in front of you and you’ve never had any problem with it!”

“Yea, because you’re always out with us, your big brothers, one of them an ex-soldier and current cop who could kill with his sight, which means you are safe! But now you are going all alone to a freakin’ festival full of drunk and drugged people”

Becca couldn’t do anything but pull a face.

“Go find something else!”

“Fine!” She shouted with watery eyes.

“No one is going to ruin my day”, she muttered to herself while changing her clothes. “I can still look good and cool on jeans”

But Will only approved after she changed five different times.

“Much better”, he clapped when she finally came out with mom jeans and a oversized band t-shirt, which still made her look pretty, but not the type of pretty she expected.

“Let’s get out of here, please! I’m already running late”, she hurried with a gesture of annoyance.

Will leaved her where her friends were waiting, “10 PM I’ll be right here. One minute late and you’ll have to deal with Jay”, he threatened one last time before parting.

“Wow, you weren’t joking about your brothers”, a girl said as they all walked to the entrance.

“Yea, they have seen some shit at work, that’s why they are the way they are”, Becca aknowledged and felt a bit bad for the way she had reacted to all this festival matter, after all, they were only trying to take care of her.

When their tickets were checked, they crossed to line up to the filter, before they could actually get in.

“But, hey! There are no more brothers here! No parents either”, noticing Becca’s seriousness, a girl crossed her arm around her neck “We’ll have fun and they don’t even have to know about it, right?”

They all laughed, but a familiar gentile voice made Becca’s blood run cold, “Please, open your bag, young ladie”. Slowly and not wanting to, she raised her head to meet Burgess’ gaze. The police officer was smiling, mocking her for the surprised expression she made when she saw her.

“You are all good, Beccs”, she handed her pertenences back, “You can go in”.

But the girl was in a zombie mode, for another peculiar voice was heard at her back. She quickly turned to witness how Adam was checking her male friends’ pockets, “You can’t bring opened boxes of cigarretts in. Wait! You can’t even smoke, you’re underage. Give me that!”

In a moment, Ruzek’s eyes met the Halstead sister and he waved his hand to her, “Oh! Hey, Becky Beccs”

“Oh, fuck!” Becca couldn’t help to say outloud.

“This was the reason why they had let me come out of the sudden”, she was so into her toughts. “The place is full of Intelligece cops that would not take their eyes off of me. They must’ve been lacking personal and Sergeant Platt asked them to do extra hours, that had happened before. I should had known better, that’s why Jay said he would be working today”

Wait.

“Jay said he would be working that day meant that he is here, right here at the festival”

As they walked in, Becca couldn’t stop looking around to see if she spotted her brother. She was now feeling anxious, couldn’t even pay attention to the conversations her friends were having. Even when she couldn’t see Jay, she was sure he knew where she was.

Whenever she tried to forget about it and do something fun, she found another familiar faces: first it was Kevin, who approached her to fist bump and tell her where he would be all night if she happened to need something, “You’re the safest girl in this place”, he winked. Then, she witnessed how he pointed at her while talking to her fellow cops, as giving instructions; later, she ran into Sergeant Platt, or better said Trudy yelled her name loudly, and decided to take a picture with the girl; the only detective that gave her space was Hailey, who smiled at her from the distance when they saw each other, altough maybe it was only because she was busy scolding a drunk girl to the ambulance.

It was already night and Becca had barely enjoyed her time at the festival. She regretted that. When you wait for something with such anticipation and excitement, it is very easy to get dissapponted when something doesn’t go as planned, even if it’s a small thing. She was feeling a bit sad, but at the same time she was invaded by a feeling of freedom when she saw her friends dancing and singing loud under the moon. One of them stretched her hand inviting her to dance…

You’ve got such a good view when you put me on all fours

And Becca decided she could enjoyed the rest of the night by pretending she wasn’t the sister of her brother, ignoring the cops around.

If my dad finds out about this he’ll kill you

As she started to have fun, the music sounded louder in her ears…

Check out my trick, be careful

And she forgot about everything and everyone around her, it was just her an her friends. Soon, she was among them dancing and singing her lungs out.

An amazing bitch, curvy and eloquent

Her eyes were closed as she was guided by the beat.

Magnificently colossal

And when she finally was having fun, she opened her eyes.

Extravagant and animal

And Jay was right next to the crowd staring at her with eyes like saucers. He was visibly mad by the way she was moving and the election of song. He was slightly saying no with his head, his lips as tight as his crossed arms. She freezed, couldn’t even blink, but anyway raised her hand to say hello in an akward way. She noticed how Hailey was draggin him by the arm trying to take him out of there. Needless to say she couldn’t keep dancing.

Becca was outside before 10:00 PM, what she wanted the most was to get out of there before Jay would reach her. That scene was on the top 3 of her most embarrassing moments of her life.

Will arrived punctually, “How was it?” He asked, laughing while starting the car, of course he already knew the answer.

“Oh, it was so much fun”, she said from the back seat, frowning to the window.

#jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #jay halstead x halstead sister #will halstead #chicago med #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x sister #will halstead x halstead sister #will halstead x sister

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 9

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

Semi smutish

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y/n’s POV

I was awoken by Chris after my almost four hour nap. “Pickle what's going on.” I looked up at him “Bad night with my mom Christopher, Your my best friend I just wanted to be with you” I decided against telling him about Matt, it's his brother. “Move over” He said, starting to climb on the bed, I scooted, giving him room as he laid on his back pulling my head onto his chest “Wanna watch my phone?” He asked to pull it out of his pocket. I nodded my head yes as he pulled out his phone, opening up tiktok.

We laid watching tiktok until we found a sound we both loved and decided to make a tik tok again. It was to ‘this could be us’ by rae sremmurd. Chris started with “She gotta say please” and he angled the camera down to me and I said “say please” he angled it back up at himself singing the rest. We watched the tiktok over again before he put the captions as #besties and tagged me.

Not even an hour went by from him posting it and the tiktok had blown up like all of his others and Matt was calling him. He picked up the call and I listened in “Your at y/n’s without us” Matt asked, Chris nodded his head pointing the camera down on me laying on his chest, I waved at Matt before looking at the TV, I noticed his jaw clench but I decided to ignore it after remembering the information I had been told earlier today. “Can we come?” Nick, who was now in the angle of the camera, asked. I couldn't say no to Nick so I nodded yes and Chris finished his conversation with his brothers before hanging the phone up.

After a little while both the boys busted through my door with a duffle bag, I sighed knowing their drawer was already almost full after a month. “Perfect, you have to switch some clothes. I washed them and put them in that drawer” I said, lifting my head off of Chris’ chest, pointing to the bottom drawer, Matt smirked at me and I felt like I could melt right there. Seeing him makes me think how I have no right to be mad, we don't have an established relationship we can both do whatever we want.

“Make some room” Nick said pushing my back because I was laying across the bed I sat up leaning against my headboard, Nick laid next to me and Matt crawled in between my legs laying down dangerously close to my core. I quickly sucked in a breath as the thoughts from the night came back. He opened his phone to tik tok and I grabbed my phone taking a peek at his every time his phone buzzed with a notification.

“UGH- I NEED FOOD” Chris yelled, throwing himself around the bed like a toddler. “Go downstairs and get something” I giggled at him and he nodded standing up and Nick followed his actions. “If there's nothing down there, you-” he pointed at me “are taking me to mcdonalds' ' I agreed as they left the room. As soon as the door closed Matt flipped over and crawled his way up to me, without a word he smashed his lips into mine. We moved in sync for a minute before Matt departed resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. “You are so lucky they are here or I would have already had my cock in you” I tried to clench my thighs as what he said caught me off guard. “Matt-” I said, dragging his name out “What princess, you want to be a slut and do this with my brothers right down stairs?” he whispered, kissing my neck. Before I could answer we heard the two others coming up the stairs and I shoved Matt off of me to the side fixing my shorts.

Chris bursts into the room “MCDONALDS” He said, falling all of his dead weight on me. “It's fine Chris I'll drive, let's go” Matt said standing up holding his phone over his dick. “I need to go to the bathroom before we go” I stood up grabbing a pair of pajama pants to throw on. I walked in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror confused on what the fuck just happened. I slipped off my shorts and underwear throwing them in the hamper deciding to go commando because as you would say my panties were indeed soaked.

“y/n hurry up im starving” Chris said banging on the door as I washed my hands. I walked to the door opening it “Chris shut up” I grabbed my phone walking down the stairs, before I could even address my father Chris did “We are going to get mcdonalds before I die of starvation” my dad started laughing and handed Chris some money “No, we got money” Nick said as Chris tried to hand the money back to my father “Trust me Nicolas, I have more” he said raising his hand at Chris. My face immediately flushed with embarrassment because knowing my dad I knew it wasn't supposed to sound the way it did. Chris laughed telling him we would be back. After getting our food we made our way back to the house eating at the table while I handed my dad his big mac and fries knowing he had not eaten yet. He stood up kissing my forehead and joined us at the table.

“You're so cool” Chris said with googly eyes at my dad. My father has lived nothing but a full life, he's been to every state and like seventeen countries, right now he was telling the boys his stories from the army and they were all in awe of how much my father has done. I was a daddy’s girl so I already knew all these stories. An hour of all of us talking even after eating my father parted his ways saying it was his time to go to bed.

“I love you guys, but I'm going to the guest bedroom tonight!” Nick grabbed a pillow from my bed and left the room. Chris shrugged, making himself comfortable. I went into the bathroom and changed back into my shorts and a large T-shirt without my bra. Now in hindsight I did not think about the fact that Matthew would be beside me and there was clearly sexual tension there before not wearing a bra or panties to bed. I set the alarms placing my phone under my head and Matt crawled into the bed next to me. I put the rain sounds on the tv and at this point its like hypnosis for Chris because he was fast asleep.

Matt slipped his arms around my waist pulling me into him as he played with the waistline of my shorts, he brought his mouth to my ears. “I love these shorts”I quietly giggled, flipping towards him. “Your brother is sleeping right next to us.” He shrugged “Then you better be quiet” before I could even question him, his hands were in my shorts and his eyes went wide “No panties, you clearly wanted this” I bit down on my bottom lip as he started rubbing around my clit, as soon as the pleasure was there. It was gone. “But your right my brother is right there, lets go to bed” He retracted his hand from my pants as I winned and he pulled me into his chest falling asleep to the sound of his heart.

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@worldlxvlys @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @maryx2xx @orangeypepsi

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo

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mistfallenmemes · 2 months

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𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽

"State the obvious."

"I didn't get my perfect fantasy."

"I realized you loved yourself more than you could ever love me."

"So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy.

"By the way, I hate that stupid old pickup truck."

"You're a redneck heartbreak."

"You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying."

"Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time."

"As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn."

"There's no time for tears."

"I'm just sitting here planning my revenge."

"There's nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends."

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be."

"If you're missing me you better keep it to yourself."

"Coming back around here would be bad for your health."

𝙵𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

"You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors."

"Say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while."

"Try and stay out of everybody's way."

"You're gonna be here for the next four years in this town."

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

"When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe it."

"Feeling like there's nothing to figure out."

"Count to ten, take it in."

"This is life before you know who you're gonna be."

"Soon enough you're best friends."

"We'll be out of here as soon as we can."

"He's got a car."

"You're feeling like you're flying."

"Your mama's waiting up."

"You're thinking he's the one."

"And (you're) dancing around your room when the night ends."

"Your first kiss makes your head spin round."

"In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team."

"But I didn't know it at fifteen."

"When all you wanted was to be wanted."

"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."

"Back then I swore I was gonna marry him one day."

"I realized some bigger dreams of mine."

"And we both cried."

"Don't forget to look before you fall."

"I've found time can heal most anything."

"You might just find who you're supposed to be."

"Take a deep breath, girl."

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝚈

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

"The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards."

"You're the kind of reckless that shoudl send me running."

"You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far."

"You stood there in front of me just close enough to touch."

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea."

"You touch me once and it's really something."

"You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be."

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with you, I know it's no good."

"I could wait patiently."

"I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild."

"Just keep on keeping your eyes on me."

"It's just wrong enough to make it feel right."

"Lead me up the staircase."

"Won't you whisper soft and slow."

"I'm captivated by you, baby."

"Drop everything now."

"Meet me in the pouring rain."

"Kiss me on the sidewalk."

"Take away the pain."

"Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

"'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile."

𝚁𝙴𝙳

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

"Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall."

"(It's) like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all."

"Losing him was blue, like I'd never known."

"Missing him was dark gray, all alone."

"Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met."

"Loving him was red."

"Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you."

"Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song."

"Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer."

"Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong."

"Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes."

"(I) tell myself it's time now gotta let go."

"But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head."

"And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head."

"(It) comes back to me, burning red."

"His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴

"Nice to meet you, where you been?"

"I could show you incredible things."

"Saw you there and I thought 'Oh, my God, look at that face.'

"You look like my next mistake."

"Love's a game, wanna play?"

"I can read you like a magazine."

"Ain't it funny? Rumors fly."

"And I know you heard about me."

"So hey, let's be friends."

"I'm dying to see how this one ends."

"Grab your passport and my hand."

"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

"So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames."

"You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain."

"They'll tell you I'm insane."

"'Cause you know I love the players and (you) love the game."

"'Cause we're young, and we're reckless."

"We'll take this way too far."

"It'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar."

"You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen."

"(I'll) find out what you want, be that girl for a month."

"I can make all the tables turn

"(I'll) keep you second guessing like 'Oh, my God, who is she?'"

"I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave."

"'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"Boys only want love if it's torture."

"Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya."

"'Cause you know I love the players."

"But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴

"I wanna be your endgame."

"I wanna be your first string."

"I wanna be your A-Team."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"I got some big enemies."

"You and me, we'd be a big conversation."

"You like the bad ones too."

"I don't wanna touch you."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love you don't wanna see."

"I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know what they all say."

"I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders."

"The truth is, it's easier to ignore it, believe me."

"Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

"I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny."

"After the storm, something was born on the Fourth of July."

"With four words on the tip of my tongue."

"We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't."

"I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em."

"(My) reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy."

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me."

"I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul."

"It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold."

"You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks."

"So here's the truth from my red lips."

𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁

"Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it."

"Shiny toy with a price, you know that I bought it."

Killing me slow, out the window

"I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below."

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes."

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more."

"And it's new, the shape of your body."

"It's blue, the feeling I've got."

"It's cool, that's what I tell 'em."

"No rules in breakable heaven."

"It's a cruel summer with you."

"You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times."

"We're not trying."

"So cut the headlights."

"I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone."

"And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know."

"He looks up grinning like a devil."

"I'm drunk in the back of the car."

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar."

"Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate."

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth 'I love you'."

"Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙽

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing."

"But I knew you; dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight."

"I knew you; hand under my sweatshirt. Baby, kiss it better."

"And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed... you put me on and said I was your favorite."

"A friend to all is a friend to none."

"Chase two girls, lose the one."

"But I knew you; playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends."

"I knew you; your heartbeat on the High Line once in 20 lifetimes."

"To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed."

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'."

"'Cause I knew you; steppin' on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain."

"I knew you; tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy."

"I knew you; leavin' like a father, running like water."

"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss."

"I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs."

"I knew everything when I was young."

"I knew I'd curse you for the longest time."

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired."

"... and I knew you'd come back to me."

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼𝚂

"(You) booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt."

"Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, (you're) not sure which is worse."

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing."

"Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet."

"Your heart was glass, I dropped it."

"You told your family for a reason, you couldn't keep it in."

"Your sister splashed out on the bottle, now no one's celebrating."

"Your hometown skeptics called it 'champagne problems'."

"You had a speech, you're speechless."

"Love slipped beyond your reaches."

"I couldn't give a reason."

"Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure."

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

"I made a joke, well, it's made for me."

"How evergreen, our group of friends."

"Don't think we'll say that word again."

"And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through."

"One for the money, two for the show."

"I never was ready, so I watch you go."

"Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'til someone's on their knees and asks you."

"She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head." "But you'll find the real thing instead; she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred."

"You won't remember all my champagne problems."

𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙽

"When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again."

"Laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how."

"I see you every day now."

"And I chose you."

"The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet."

"The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon."

"When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?."

"You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway."

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you no matter what."

"And I lost you."

"And I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fucking legacy."

"And I wake with your memory over me; that's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"It was maroon."

#memes #meme #roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay memes #rp memes

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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Bro i beg you, write a oneshot of were the reader asks obi wan to teach them how to kiss en he agrees so he starts teaching her every week but it gets more intense until they like train together and obi beats the reader and sits on their hips and their arms next ti their head to keep them down an it turns in a make out session or some. Idk just a rough idea😭 i think you would be the perfect writer for it though.

I gotchu bro

Lessons

a/n: i like this request a lot ngl.. also if you requested smth trust me i'm getting to it, i'm just trying rlly hard to do the HoM updates

warnings: it's a lil spicy, but nothing too bad

summary: read the request that's what its for

this is a blurb i'm sorry it might suck but i gotta keep on that HoM grind yk

It was a simple question, a yes or no would suffice as an answer, but it would change the dynamic of your entire relationship if it were asked.

"You aren't focused," he said, eyes closed as he sat beside you, trying for maker's sake to help you meditate, but you were far too distracted, and obviously you had a good excuse as to why that was.

"I'm sorry, I'll try again."

Obi-Wan sat as again you failed, not to your own detriment, but to the fogginess of your clouded brain.

"It is clear to me you will not succeed until you have rid yourself of whatever plagues your mind," he came out of his own meditative state, trying his best to connect with you, but you could never ask him this... could you?

You were an adult, and knew lots of adult things, however, lacked experience in almost all of them.

"I don't expect you to answer now, or even at all, but there is one thing I've been thinking of asking you and I can't get it out of my head."

He nodded, looking at your dropped head, seeing that whatever it was obviously embarrassed you.

"I wanna learn how to kiss someone," you waited until the words were out to raise your eyes and look for his reaction. His face was blank for another second before his brows raised and he suddenly wasn't the quick thinking and all wise Jedi everyone thought him to be.

He was flabbergasted, and after opening his mouth three times, and never speaking, he closed it, clearing his throat and shaking his head to regroup himself.

"I know it's a strange request, I've just never been kissed, and the other padawans were talking about it, and I felt sort of left out, and-"

Obi-Wan shut you up very quickly, leaning in gently and pressing his lips softly against your own, barely brushing them, but giving you a taste of what you so desperately had wanted.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you took it all in, the sensation, the movement, and the way his hand moved slowly up your arm. He moved the hand to the side of your face, and though your heart was beating rapidly, you tried your best to move your lips along with his own, learning by practice.

"Don't force anything, let it come natural," he mentored, and you did just what he said, your face relaxing as you molded your lips against his, slightly parting yours to allow him more access. He didn't take it, keeping the process simple and slow for you.

You brought a hand to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer, for now that you'd gotten a taste of him, you craved more.

Just when you felt you were getting the hang of it, he pulled away slowly, letting you fall back away from the closeness.

"You learn fast," he whispered, and went back to his before position, beginning to meditate again.

You of course did not focus any more than last time, only now it was for a different reason.

Obi-Wan's lessons had continued over a span of several days, but now that you were confident, he figured it was time to return to more practical training, physical combat was much more needed in your line of work than locking lips.

In the sparring room, you stood straight, your lightsaber in one hand as you prepared to feel your opponent through the force.

Obi-Wan snuck up on you from your left side, and you swung your arm around to block his movement, beginning the duel. The sounds of sabers clashing, and heavy breathing was heard in the echoes of the training room, and your fight was getting sloppy, but so was his. If there was one person that always tired him out while sparring, it was you. You managed to hit his saber out of his hands, thinking you'd won, but you got cocky, and soon he used the force to bring you forward, and your saber too went flying away from your grasp.

"Hand to hand can still save you in a time of need," he said, but you were already tired, and getting weaker with every round the two of you had gone.

You felt his presence approach you with an oncoming attack, and ducked beneath his swing, but missed his next move, as he swept you while you were still down, bringing you to your back on the ground beneath him. You were about to get up, but your slow speed did not aid you well. He straddled your hips and held your arms down on either side of your head, watching you pant underneath him.

"I surrender," you smirked, your chest heaving up and down with every breath you took. You felt ragged, and sweaty, but Obi-Wan looked down beneath him and saw a masterpiece.

"Good, but I can't let you go just yet."

He laced your fingers with his, pressing your hands further into the ground as he leaned forward and kissed you once, teasingly at first, and brining himself back up, but before he could move away, you were using the force, pulling him back down again and kissing him deeper.

He had taught you pretty much everything you needed to know about kissing someone, and like all things, you picked it up rather quickly. You knew that since you'd only ever kissed him that perhaps the range of knowledge was primary to him, but you didn't really desire anyone else's lips but his own. You loved the way he tasted as he licked into your mouth, creating sensations in your body that were more than welcome.

It was only when you sensed he was enjoying himself thoroughly that you turned your head, breaking away and teasing him like you always did.

"I believe we have training to accomplish, Master Obi-Wan," you rolled him underneath you, taking off your blindfold and giving a most innocent smile to him before you got up.

He was a mess on the floor, still, and you reveled in the power you had over him, however little it may be.

"I'd say you have made enough progress for today."

a/n: like i said, it might suck, but I tried

#obi wan x padawan #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan series

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xcomewakemeupx · 1 month

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Send me a 👽 and I'll generate a number 1-50 and post the lyric as a starter. ( The Killers edition)

“Like a stumbling ghost, I haunt these halls.”

“I'm breakin' my back just to know your name.”

“We used to look at the stars and confess our dreams.”

“Somebody told me you had a boyfriend.”

“All of my friends say I should move on.”

“And sometimes you close your eyes , and see the place where you used to live when you were young.”

“And sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door.”

“I need direction to perfection.”

“While everyone's lost, the battle is won.”

“And my affection, well, it comes and goes.”

“Moon River, what'd you do to me?”

“We used to laugh, now we only fight.”

“And all of my friends say it wasn't meant to be.”

“You know you gotta help me out.”

“But heaven ain't close in a place like this.”

“Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I'm so much older than I can take.”

“It’s funny how you just break down waiting on some sign”

“They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet.”

“Out here the good girls die.”

“But I got the tendency to slip when the nights get wild.”

“Oh, don't you know the kingdom's under siege.”

“So if the answer is no, Can I change your mind?”

“Can you read my mind?”

“I got soul but I'm not a soldier.”

“It's such a bitter form of refuge.”

“Smile like you mean it.”

“I wonder what you came to be.”

“You're going to miss me when I'm gone.”

“Give my regards to soul and romance.”

“You say you wanna move on and you say I'm falling behind.”

“We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same.”

“I know we can make it if we take it slow.”

“Pay my respects to grace and virtue.”

“And why don't the moon look right?”

“There ain't no motive for this crime.”

“We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain.”

“Oh, don't you put me on the back burner.”

“Send my condolences to good.”

“She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go.”

“I knew it when I held you, I wasn't letting go!”

“You know that I was hoping that I could leave this star-crossed world behind.”

“It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this?”

“Then why can't I sleep at night?”

“It was only a kiss”

“Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick.”

“Another head aches, another heart breaks.”

“And I'm on my knees looking for the answer.”

“So if I have a chance, would you let me know?”

“You got to know that this is real, baby.”

#rp memes #rp meme #lyric meme #lyrics meme #roleplay memes #sentence starters #starter sentences #randomizer meme

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Sooo because you’ve already told us Kate and Anthony take several times that night to conceive Neddy before she leaves for Somerset. What’re the chances we could get another one of those times for spicy Sunday? 🌶🔥👀

Anonymous asked:

I know we just got a whole chapter but maybe to celebrate your return could we see some Bruises Kathony for Spicy Sunday?! 🌶 🔥 🌶

You gotta hand it to Kate and Anthony, it took them a minute to get going but once they did, there was no stopping them.

Anthony's chest was going to burst, he was sure it was. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning and his muscles were aching and still he couldn't bring himself to actually stop.

It had to have been hours since he'd walked into their bedroom and Kate had asked him to tug that torturous nightdress from her body. He'd thought he was going to die, truly, or that spill in seconds like a green boy while Kate stared at him mortified. Every moment had been so perfect. Kate's body pressed against hers, her fingernails digging into his back, drawing him closer than it was possible for two people to be. Every pound of his heartbeat had felt like an echo of her name until they'd fallen apart still clinging to one another. Just like they were now.

He'd realised after god knows how long that his weight must be crushing her, sighing softly, letting his hands slide over her skin has he settled behind her, his warm wrapping around her waist, feeling her heartbeat slow in her chest.

"Are you alright?"

Kate nodded against him, kissing the arm she'd let cushion her head softly. "I'm more than alright."

"I didn't... hurt you? You have to tell me if I did." His chest had already been aching at the thought of it.

"You could never hurt me." Kate said it so gently, "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."

It nearly brought tears to his eyes even as he pulled her closer, tighter against him, her hips nestled against his as they lay on their sides. "I trust you as well."

Those words were on the tip of his tongue again but they couldn't make their way to the surface. They were trapped by his insecurity and the terror in his chest that she might never come back and he'd never been very good with words anyway. Anthony had always been a man of action, he knew that. Even with his feeble stabs at romance before with parents deaths he'd never been very good at articulating anything. He'd simply smiled and winked as the women had blushed and he hadn't minded, but something in him railed against the fact that he couldn't do it now. Even when it mattered most.

"I love you." Kate's voice was soft. Saying the words Anthony wished he could say. "I'm glad it was you, I'll always be glad you were you."

Anthony tilted her chin back towards him, letting their lips brush tenderly, the heat simmering between them gently. "I'd never want to be anyone else's husband."

Kate's smile was a tiny self assured little thing, her chin tilting a little smugly. "Well then it's a very good thing, I don't intend to let you go, Mr Bridgerton. You have, after all, just stolen my innocence."

He couldn't help but grin. "I did warn you that I was a a terrible rogue didn't i?"

She let out a faux sigh, her voice solemn. "You did, I've only myself to blame."

"A true cautionary tale." Anthony agreed, his lips finding hers again, letting his tongue tangle with hers, pressing his weight further against her, his hips grinding slowly against her.

Kate's answering moan shivered down his spine. "I had heard that we had a little lost time to make up for."

Anthony moaned himself as her legs widened, her hips stuttering back against his. "We- oh god, Kate- We deffintely could do that."

Kate's hands were tugging at him, trying to coax him into the cradle of her hips once more but he shook his head, his lips nipping at her neck, revelling in the taste of her skin and the feel of his body engulfing hers completely, as though he could protect her from the world with it.

"Like this, darling. Just like this."

He guided her hip to hook around his own nestling closer, drawn in by the warmth of her body and her fingers reaching back, threading themselves into his hair.

"Does this feel good, Kate?"

Her breath was a stuttered gasp as his hips rolled against her, revelling in the warmth of her body, his own eyes fluttering closed just as hers did.

"Yes. Please, Anthony, I want more".

A moan fell from his lips before he could stop it, his hips snapping forward of their own accord, pressing and pressing until they became one again.

It was the oddest thing, or maybe it wasn't, but he'd felt it in the moments before as well. It felt like so much more than their bodies intertwined. It felt, in these moments as though their very souls touched as his fingers intertwined with hers. The smell of her was intoxicating, lilies and the light scent of sweat that bore the signs of their previous coupling and the taste of her was still on his tongue as they moved together.

His entire body felt as though it was on fire. His muscles were protesting as both of their movements became bolder, firmer, more confident in the feel of one another and their connection and the two of them together.

"Kate, God- oh fuck- I-"

Her own voice was shaking as she clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, scratching against his scalp. "It feels... different. Please don't stop, please don't stop."

Heat was licking at every inch of his body as the hand around her waist snaked down until the heat of her coated his fingers burning him further as her gasps and moans echoed in his ears, pushing him further and further as endless praise fell from his chest, leaving his throat raw. His nose buried against her neck as his tongue tasted her skin again and again every inch of her body v=covered by his own. Kate's thighs had started to shake around him, her movements becoming more and more erratic just as his own were and still he pushed forward, further and further, pushing them higher and higher until

Anthony! The sound of her voice gasping his name as she fell over the edge and pleasure rolled over her was the sweetest thing he'd ever hear, he was absolutely certain as his own hips lost their rhythm completely bucking against her desperately until he fell himself, his vision white as he shuddered uncontrollably against her.

"I hadn't realised we could... well from that position." Her voice was a little curious, Anthony could tell, her fingers playing with his own.

"We can... do that from many positions." Anthony's voice was a gasp really, his limbs heavy as pleasure still fluttered through him.

"Interesting." Kate spun in his arms, kissing him softly, "There's one more position i'm very curious about."

His stomach dropped. "And what might- what might that be?"

"I remember you being a little curious about my... penchant for riding astride."

And just like that Anthony was once more sure he was going to die.

#you might have some bruises #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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tbmunson · 2 years

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Mutual Masturbation - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Day 17 of 31

Summary: Firstly thank you to my bestie @ashes-writing for helping me with the idea. Eddie helps his inexperienced girlfriend giver herself her first orgasm.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Masturbation. Voyeurism?

WC: 1K

October Masterlist

Eddie, your boyfriend of four months, was currently under you, holding your hips as you kissed him, hands resting on his shoulders. "We can slow down." He mumbled as your hips rolled against his on their own accord.

You'd told him when you first started dating that you were a virgin, but what you'd neglected to tell him was you'd never even touched yourself. "I want to know what it feels like." You replied, resting your forehead on his.

Eddie's brows furrowed, but he cheekily rutted up into you. "My dick baby?" He asked as you gasped.

You blushed and his your face in his neck. "No. I mean... an orgasm." You murmured into his skin.

Eddie rubbed his hands up and down your sides, squeezing them gently. "You've never had an orgasm?" He asked, brushing your hair back gently.

You shook your head as he gently pulled you from his neck.

"You've never touched yourself, have you baby?" He looked serious, trying to figure out how to ask for what he was now craving.

"Don't know how." You were barely whispering, but he heard you loud and clear.

He sat up, causing you too as well. "I can show you. I think you should give yourself your first one, and then I'll give you your next one, hm?" He offered, a hand resting gently on the side of your blushing face.

You almost wanted to cry from embarrassment, but Eddie always made you feel okay. You knew his words weren't taunting or teasing. "You will?"

"Yeah, baby. Of course. Why don't you sit up here against the headboard." He offered, maneuvering you without an answer. "Perfect." He added before kissing your cheek and drawing back.

"What should I do?" You asked, the slightest hint of nervousness showing through you tone.

Eddie smiled and sat cross legged in front of you. "That depends, are you wet?" He quirked a brow, making you blush as you nodded.

You were every time you made out with Eddie like that, feeling him grow hard under you.

"Good. So you can get fully naked, or you can leave your shirt on, just your bra. Whatever you're comfortable with, but your pants and panties need to go so I can help you." He instructed, rubbing your leg gently.

You nodded and discarded the clothing from your lower half followed by your shirt. You felt extremely exposed, but Eddie had a way of making you feel relaxed around him.

"Alright sweetheart. Open your legs, okay?" His hands settled on your knees, pushing them apart gently. "Fuck, you're pretty baby." He sighed, taking in the glistening sight.

"Eddie." You whined, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

"Shh." He soothed, scooting a bit closer. "It's okay baby. No shame, okay?" He pressed a kiss to your knee and squeezed your thigh gently, looking for a response. "Okay?"

"Okay." Your hands laid limp beside you, unsure of what they should be doing.

"I'm going to touch you, just for a second so you know what to do, okay?" He prompted, nodding towards you.

You nodded back at him, waiting, but nothing happened.

"Words, baby. Words are important." He stated, rubbing your skin again.

"Oh, okay. You can- you can touch me." You said, blushing under his gaze.

"If you change your mind, I'll stop, but you have to tell me with your words." He looked into your eyes as you mumbled an "Okay." Back.

He hand traveled down, brushing your lips gently and making you gasp. "So, I assume you know where your opening is," his finger brushed against the hole, gathering your slick arousal, "and that it's where your wet comes from."

"Yes." You moaned, biting your bottom lip as you watched.

"You want to bring that up to your clit, which is basically a magical happy pleasure button, but rather than just press it, you gotta rub it too." Which he happily demonstrated, running his finger from left to right. "You can also circle it." He changed direction, watching you writhe beneath him.

"Fuck, Eddie." You whimpered, hips rolling to grain more friction.

He pulled his hand back, making you pout. "You're turn, sweetheart. Show me what you learned." He urged before placing his finger in his mouth and moaning as he cleaned it off.

You felt yourself tighten up at the noise, even more turned on than before. You reached your hand down, following Eddie's path from your dripping opening to your swelling clit.

"Apply some pressure baby." Eddie encouraged, rubbing his hand on your thigh, giving you an idea of how much pressure to add.

You did and let out a shaky moan.

Eddie smiled, drawing his lip between his teeth. "Sound so sweet, angel."

"So do you. I wanna hear you." You whined, letting your fingers breach your entrance. "Please, Eddie?"

"Is that you asking me to touch myself too, sweetheart?" He questioned, already reaching for his belt buckle.

"Mm, fuck, yes." You answered, pressing the heel of your hand into your clit.

Eddie shoved his pants and boxers down just far enough to get his cock out. "Fuck, baby, I can't wait to see what you look like when you cum." He reached his hand up to your mouth. "Spit for me, please?"

You nodded and did as he asked, basking in the moan he made at the act. "Eddie." You whimpered, withdrawing your fingers do you could toy with your clit like he had.

He smeared your spit over his cock and grunted as his eyes rolled in his head. "Fuck, you sound so hot when you say my name."

You watching his hand slide up and down his length, noticing how big it looked even in his own hand. You were sure it would destroy you, but then again, that's what you knew you wanted.

"You like watching me jerk my cock?" He asked, noticing your eyes fixed on him.

You nodded, unable to speak as pleasure crept up on you, trying to take you under. You wanted it to.

"I like watching you fuck yourself with your fingers, baby." He growled, his grip tightening as he neared his own end.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You cried as you felt the snap rock through you.

Eddie moaned out, letting go and releasing his spend all over your legs.

For a moment all there was was the sound of deep breathing before Eddie broke it.

"That was so fucking hot. Can we do it again?"

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