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gyuwoncheol · 3 months

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Man On A Mission

Pair: Joshua x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, very slight angst

Summary: Plans are made and the surprise is all set, but what happens when you’re suddenly refusing to be Joshua’s Valentine’s date? Will your boyfriend get your sweet yes in time for the big day or will he have to force it out of you? Good thing this sexy gentleman has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Warning: slight angst if you squint, lots of playful teasing, Shua and oc being menaces to each other, making out, suggestive content.

WC: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day! This is my piece for @svthub Cupid For You Collab - Valentine’s Gift Exchange. This is very much dedicated for my Valentine @shuadotcom 🩷 I’m so sorry this is late 😭 I would’ve really wanted to publish this on the 13th but your valentine has been very sickly these past few days. I hope you enjoy this as much I enjoyed writing the antics I wrote for you and your beloved Joshua. I love you so much!!! To the moon and back 😉 The biggest thanks as well to my dearest @wongyuseokie for being so patient with me and helping me out with all my questions AND for organizing this event! Ily 😘

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“You can’t be serious right now,” you frown in shock.

“SURPRISE!” Your boyfriend exclaims.

You turn around fully to face him, “babe… I thought we agreed on no surprises? And no extravagant gifts?”

A cheesy grin flashes on Joshua’s face but when he notices how serious you actually are, his once excited expression starts to fall.

You really should’ve known that when you both agreed on a simple staycation for Valentine’s, your CEO boyfriend would do anything but. However, when he mentioned to you about how busy he would be this week trying to close a merger deal, you thought perhaps simple would be possible. So when he asked you to join him for a lunch with business partners in a fancy hotel the day before Valentine’s, you didn’t actually think it was all a trap to just get you both checked in in the presidential suite for an overnight stay.

Joshua observes you a bit more before answering, suddenly feeling embarrassed and scared, “do you not… like it? I mean, I can still cancel the booking and then we can go do—“

“Baby, no,” you interrupt, “it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just… not what we agreed on.”

“Well you said you wanted a staycation, right?” Isn’t this what that is? A nice place just less than an hour away from the city, perfect view, nice amenities, a good looking boyfriend. But I mean, if you’re not into it, I might still be able to get us those Bali tickets I canceled last week.”

“You what?!”

“Mr. and Mrs. Hong?” The small voice of the hotel receptionist calls you both and Joshua is thanking the heavens you were given no time to further interrogate him.

“It’s Miss y/l/n,” you immediately correct her and Joshua frowns at how quick you were to dissociate from him, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he ponders how his extravagant surprise might have really upset you.

“Oh, my apologies miss y/l/n. Anyway, I just wanted to inform you that your suite is ready. Here are your room keys and you will be assisted to your room.” You kindly thank the receptionist and make your way through the hotel lobby.

The elevator ride up to the top was silent and awkward. Joshua consistently bounced on the balls of his feet from nerves. However, when the doors to your suite open, your jaw drops and your feet automatically lead you towards the floor-to-ceiling windows that boast a 180 degree view of the city. You didn’t even notice the bell man wishing you both a pleasant stay or hear your boyfriend carefully approach you. You could see the concrete jungle of the business district yet so beautifully backdropped by the sprawling mountains in the distance. You never thought much of your city, it wasn’t exactly a tourist destination in itself, but now that you’re looking at it from hundreds of feet above, you realise it has a charm of its own.

“I take it you want to stay?” Joshua asks as he observes the glimmer in your eyes.

You finally peel your gaze from the view and turn to your boyfriend who’s carrying an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he grabs your hands and sandwiches them between his, “I just thought this would be nice and I know you didn’t want to do anything big but I also know you like surprises and I just really wanted to give you the perfect Valentine’s I could pla–“

“Who said I’d be your Valentine’s?”

At that very moment, all color drains from your boyfriend’s face. His mouth is agape, eyebrows raised and eyes are round as ever. Complete and utter shock wash over him and then you see pain, his eyes show early signs of wetness and he starts to blink hard and that’s when you burst out in laughter.

“I’M KIDDING!” You laugh loudly, hands cupping his face and you just hear him take a deep breath.

“Babyyyy,” he whines and you’re completely melting at the pout etched on his face.

“Aww, babe,” you peck his lips before embracing him tightly. He takes a few more seconds wrapped in your arms, trying to let his heartbeat stabilize from the prank you just pulled. “I was just kidding. I think.”

“You think?” He pulls back and catches the mischievous smile on your face. “What does that mean?”

“Hmm… well for starters, you just assumed, you didn’t even ask me, and then–“

“Okay so will you be my Valentine?” Your boyfriend rushes out and if you just weren’t feeling playful, it would be a definite yes right then and there.

“I’ll think about it,” you shrug. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought we’d spend the holiday, you know. I thought we’d only meet with Mr. Min today.”

“Well, I had to find a way to get you to come here with me.”

“Yeah, but what happened to no surprises, Josh? Didn’t we agree on a simple Valentine’s, just a staycation? No fancy gifts and just our favorite food?”

“If you think about it, we’re still in the city, so it’s still a staycation. And we can still have our favorite food!”

“And yet… what was that I heard awhile ago? You had plans to take me to Bali? Hmm??”

“Okay, fine…” your boyfriend slumps in defeat, “but that was honestly booked before we even agreed on anything. And then I canceled when you said you didn’t want anything too extravagant. C’mon baby,” Joshua prods, his arms wrapping around your waist, “I’m still somewhat following the agreement. I just… I really want to make this special for us. Please let me?”

“Okay, I’ll let you,” you smile at the sincerity of your most loving boyfriend. You truly appreciate the effort he’s putting into this, but just like the dynamic of your relationship, what’s a romantic holiday without a little fun? “But I’m still not saying yes to being your Valentine… not yet.”

He sees the wink you just gave him as you walk away and he rolls his eyes. “So that’s how you wanna play it, huh?”

You dramatically turn around before letting yourself fall on the large couch by the living room, “oh whatever could you mean, my love?”

Sometimes, Joshua just hates how you may just be as mischievous as he is, if not more. But he also adores your playful side, especially when it makes him think outside of the box. When he sits beside you on the couch, he’s immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands roaming up and down from your waist to your thighs. “I’ll get you to say yes,” he answers confidently.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm… before midnight.”

“A deadline, I like that,” you nod in approval, “let the games begin, babe.”

Joshua scoffs, “they already have.” A searing kiss is delivered to you that you almost fall over if your boyfriend hadn’t had his muscular arms supporting your back. When you’re finally responding back, Joshua is surprisingly the first to groan, but could you blame him? Your lips were full and soft and it didn’t help at all that your hips have decided to grind against his crotch. He’s sucking on your bottom lip and when they part to grant him entrance, the CEO wastes no time in exploring with his tongue. He hears you moan once, twice, and then he’s pulling your pelvis down as he bucks his hips to meet yours.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks in a muffled rush while trailing down your neck, hoping you’d be caught off guard. But Joshua should’ve known, you took your games just as seriously as he did.

“Not so fast, baby.” You giggle, pushing him back against the couch. “You’re not gonna get me in one try.”

There’s a genuine laughter shared between the both of you but when you feel Joshua’s hand begin to pull down the strap of your blouse, you gasp in shock, scaring the man beneath you, “what is it?”

“Babe! I don’t have clothes!”

“Even better,” he smirks.

“No!” You swat his hand away when he attempts another kiss. “I mean, we’re staying the night, right? I didn’t pack anything. Oh my god! I don’t even have my skincare!”

“Okay, calm down,” he rubs your arms, “I have it under control. I’ve packed for you, yeah? Clothes, skincare, even some accessories. Just… except maybe underwear.”

“Babe!”

“What? You won’t really need it anyway.”

“Joshua!” You scold louder this time.

“I’M KIDDING!” He laughs like a maniac, “I brought you… a few.”

To be very fair with your boyfriend, he stayed true to his promise of a staycation. While the hotel you were at had a luxury shopping center directly below it, he knew you just wanted to laze around in the comfort of your suite. Room service was ordered for your lunch, you both watched your favorite movie on the large built-in flat screen on the wall and now, you’re sighing happily sprawled out on the bed wrapped in the hotel’s fluffy bathrobe.

“Someone’s happy,” Joshua notes, settling beside you.

“Are you kidding me? That was the best massage I’ve ever had in my life!” If you were being honest, your whole body felt like jelly, in a good way, it’s as if you could still feel the masseuse’s skillful hands kneading away the knots on your lower back. “I think I might just marry her.”

“Wow, okay???” Your boyfriend takes offense.

“If she asked me to be her Valentine, it’s a yes,” you stick your tongue out at him and before you know it, you’re smothered in tickles from your boyfriend.

“What did you just say?!” He challenges and you want to trigger him more but you’re simply reduced to a fit of squirming giggles underneath his muscular body.

“S-s-sttooooppp!”

Your wrists are conveniently pinned down above your head as you try to squirm away, your body encased between his legs, and a pair of scrunched up brows and pursed lips are staring you down, “Not until you say yes to being my Valentine!”

“No!” You deny him, “the more you tickle me, the more I’ll say no.”

This actually catches his attention and he lets go of you. “Wow, I didn’t think that would work.”

“I’m just nice,” he proudly grins, “and that’s why I’d make the perfect Valentine’s date.”

“Mhmm, probably. You are a gentleman, after all.”

Joshua wiggles his finger at you disapprovingly, “I believe the exact term you’re looking for is a sexy gentleman.”

You both share a laugh at the inside joke that began a few years back in his workplace and has simply stuck until now. “Speaking of,” his tone turns a bit more serious, “I know you just wanna be lazy in bed all day but if it’s okay with you, will you let this sexy gentleman take you to dinner tonight? It’s just going to be in the restaurant downstairs and I made sure to ask the staff to place us where it’s more quiet and secluded.” Big doe eyes stared at you and while you did want to tease Joshua a little more, the sincere look on his face proved too difficult to even playfully deny.

“Okay, I’ll go, but I’m still not your Valentine date. There’s still a few more hours to woo me, Joshua Hong.”

He scoffs and then smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of bed, “I’ll get that yes before midnight.” It’s cool and confident, and somehow, you’re beginning to lose your resolve.

“What is this?!” you gasp as you open the small hand carry luggage that your boyfriend had packed for you. It was the first time you had gone through it, completely trusting him when he said he had brought all your essentials. You also didn’t feel the need to go through the bag earlier as you had no plans but to live in the fluffy robe the hotel provided.

“What?” Joshua snickers.

You squint your eyes at him, knowing his agenda a little too well. “This,” you mutter coldly, raising up the lingerie with your hands. It was skimpy and it was lacey, and most of all, it was your boyfriend’s favorite. He tries to act innocent but a cheesy grin breaks out on his face anyway and you just roll your eyes at his antics. However, rummaging through the rest of the bag for underwear that had more coverage proved to be unsuccessful. “Just three pairs of lingerie? Nothing else. Really?”

“Hey, no! I packed four. Four pairs of lingerie. All of which are my favorite,” a boyish grin on his face.

“You couldn’t even bring me at least one comfy pair of panties for sleeping?” You pout.

“Not when we’ll be sleeping naked, no. But your nightgown is there,” your boyfriend earns another roll of your eyes and now he’s really giggling with mischief. “C’mon babe, don’t pout. Any of those four will fit perfectly with…” he runs to the closet and then quickly comes back with a huge white box in his hands that had a big black ribbon tied around it.

“Babe,” you gasp silently when you manage to open the box and pick up the beautiful dress that was folded neatly inside. It came in your favorite color and in a style that complimented your curves well. “This is too much,” you say just above a whisper, “I thought no more gifts?”

“Well, this isn’t really a gift. It’s more like… hmmmm…” your boyfriend purses his lips, “giving you something to wear for dinner. I can’t have you walking in the restaurant in just your lingerie! That’s only for my eyes to see!”

You should’ve been annoyed really, he was coming up with the most mischievous excuses to break the agreement you both made, but the way Joshua was pouting and huffing towards the end of his sentence had you smiling like a love struck teenager.

“I love you so much,” you smile and wrap your arms around your boyfriend, planting a kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

And you both did, you really loved each other so much. Mischief and jokes were common between you and Joshua; he was equally playful as you are, but no matter how much you teased each other, every single ‘I love you’ that came out of your mouths was always said meaningfully.

“Baby?” your boyfriend asks in the middle of your scrumptious dinner, “do you think Valentine’s is overrated?”

You’re slightly taken aback by the question, especially since the topic before this was how Joshua managed to win the chubby bunny contest during your friend group’s Christmas dinner.

“Uhmm.. “

When you realize he looked dead serious about his query, you give it some thought before answering him, “I see why it could be. It is quite a capitalistic holiday and well, Saint Valentine did die a gruesome death on this day, but I do think that if your Valentine is the right person, it doesn’t really matter if it’s overrated or not.”

Josh is listening intently to your words, his thumb slowly rubbing the back of your hand, “So… you don’t think all my surprises today are overrated, right?” There’s a curious look behind his eyes and your heart physically squeezes at the sight of it.

“Oh, love…” you sigh and scoot your chair right by his side, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss that you hoped would wipe his worries once and for all, “You could’ve surprised me with a trip to the moon and I would still hop on that spaceship with you volunta–”

Joshua gasps loudly, “Now, how did you know that’s where we’re going tomo–”

“Babe!” you laugh and shove him lightly, “Even if you weren’t kidding, I’d go with you. I told you, even the most possibly overrated thing you could think of will not be overrated as long as it’s with you.”

“Ohhh, so I am your Valentine tomorrow, huh?” The proudest, most obnoxious smirk breaks out on your boyfriend’s face, his chin is held up high and one brow raised approvingly. It takes a few seconds for you but when you realize what he’s done— falling perfectly into his trap— your jaw simply hangs low.

Your boyfriend is quick to tuck his hand below your chin, “close your mouth babe, else a bug might fly in.”

You scoff at the remark but honestly, Joshua isn’t able to hear you amidst his cackling, and you absolutely abhor how he’s gotten you to slip so easily.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” the laugh is evil and confident, and you want to punch his stupid annoying grin away, “you loooooove me, quite literally to the moon AND back.”

Damn him, you thought, because he’s right, you love him, to the moon and back.

As if he wasn’t proud enough, your boyfriend seals your defeat by grabbing your neck to kiss you fervently only to then raise his fist in victory, “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind, AND a Valentine’s date for Joshua Hong!”

#svthub #svthub.collab #Cupid For You #Valentine’s Exchange #svt #seventeen #joshua fic #joshua fluff #joshua x reader #svt fic #svt fluff #svt x reader #paula writes ✨#shuadotcom #Man On A Mission

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nattinatalia · 3 months

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Urban Wyatt x Reader : Instagram AU

A/N : I know I’m late with this but I had all these pics saved on my camera roll so I had to use them lol enjoyyy.

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yourusername Happy Valentine’s Day 💕

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urbanwyatt 😍😍 baby momma

yourbestiename Oh you look hot bebecita 🥵 happy V Day 💕 I’ll be seeing you girls soon.

user Did you have a picnic with Urb?

yourusername 👀

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urbanwyatt she got me cake and gave me cake too 🤭😌😙

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jackharlow Stop 😭😭

selenosunni Yooooo 💀

cozane me when?

yourbestiename 😂 She’s too much but we love her lmaooo

urbanwyatt Thanks for baking this cake for her

yourusername You’re welcome 😉

jackharlow Wait, why didn’t I get a cake like this??? 🙄

yourusername I got you something else, you’re telling me you wanted this instead of THAT?

jackharlow 😱😱😱 no I’m good baby

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yourusername Happy lovers day, to my lover boy. Thank you baby for being the most patient and understanding man ever! Thank you for not only spoiling me, but our daughter as well. You don’t only show us love today, you shower us with love everyday, 24/7. We’re forever grateful for you ❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestiename omg that care bear flower bouquet is to die for 🤩🤩

yourusername He did good huh? Cassie is obsessed.

user The fact that he asked you to be his valentine 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername He asks us every year ❤️

urbanwyatt I love you 😘

yourusername te amo mas 💕

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urbanwyatt Family vacation starts now!!!!

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jackharlow We’ll be there tomorrow morning 🙏🏻

urbanwyatt Cassie can’t wait to see Mia and Ez 😂

claybornharlow I’m scared for my life when the three of them are together.

yourbestiename But you love them

claybornharlow I really do 😂

cozane 🥹 the way my Cassie girl is looking at you two.

urbanwyatt That did it for me bro 🥲 💕

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starry-miki · 3 months

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Well when I said I might post something in March I didn’t actually think I’ll have something done and posted the first day on March, put it’s also an appreciation post to a small handful of people I see (semi) often for a while, I don’t know where this is coming from but I just decided to do it, like every other major “project” I do.

During my time when I was in my art slump I have missed valentines and I’m still upset by it cause I absolutely love valentines and it’s beautiful aesthetic, so this is kinda my “redemption” for it, technically white day is coming up in March but I just feel like it doesn’t feel just as special. 🥲

But I drew old man and barbs as markable plushies, and honestly turning them to markable plushies is oddly therapeutic, since it was so simple and fast. Still debating if I should do the entire side characters plus the additional trio, so I’ll see if people would like for me to do it. 🤔

Aside from that i just wish to to give my wonderful gratitude and appreciation w/ little note for those specific people, but to everyone else in general, I would like to thank you all for your patience’s and interactions, while I haven’t been that active until the last few months of last year, and once again haven’t been that active the last month, I do see people’s comments and replies and fully enjoy reading them, even if I don’t always reply back, I truly enjoy interacting with the OM community, and everyone who I’ve met thus far, and hope to continue being in the community for a while. ☺️💕

To my cutie patooties:

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💕 @nevvn 💕

Frankly I think I might be a person of few words when it comes to expressing my feelings and really try my best to come up with something to say in the last hour but nothing comes up, all I have to say is: “you cutie patootie” and the saying: an artist will draw if they like you. 🥰💕

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💕 @blithesharem 💕

I really enjoy reading and seeing your post and your OCs and your occasional fanfics, expect that one time, I’m think I’m still in shock about it. 😀

A few days ago I did ask if you had a persona so I could draw them into a markable plushie, but if you would prefer one of your kids (OCs) into a markable plushies that’s cool too, but would love to draw out your persona if you were to create one. 🥰💕

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💕 @yurihisachi 💕

I do see you occasionally pop up time to time in my nonfictions, but I still would like to appreciate your presence, thought it would be pretty funny if I’ve already mentioned you in post in a different username and this is a side account of some sort. But if it isn’t, feel free to contact me so I can draw you up a markable plushie of an OC you have or a persona. ^^ 💕

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💕 @impish-ivy 💕

Another face I occasionally see pop up on my nonfictions, thank you so much for interacting with my posts! I’m not sure if you would like Minnie to be turned into a markable plushie or if you perhaps have a persona, but do let me know. ☺️💕

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💕 @undertalefanzz-blog 💕

I honestly got no comment to you, if you know you know. 😘

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💕 @venusdaplanet 💕

I don’t see you too often but when I do, I absolutely love seeing your comments, very interesting to read and makes you stand out in the crowd. If you got a persona or an OC I can draw up into a markable plushie let me know, I’ll be happy to draw one up for my application to you! 🥰💕

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #obey me solmare #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me side characters #obey me characters #obey me solomon #obey me art #obey me barbatos #oops I’m like late late 😘#obey me mc #my appreciation 🥰#Ngl I got a headache after having to write like about 2 hours LMAOOO #I technically could have DM y’all like a normal person #but I just to nervous and shy to approach even online 😭😭#obey me fanart #I kinda got more to say but I think it might accidentally sound like a love letter than anything

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gosmigenergy · 4 months

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MY BUNNY VALENTINE

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

Summary: When Benny says he’s just heading out, you don’t expect him to return with a big surprise.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, biting, dry humping, slapping if you squint, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), biting, marking, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.3k

It was one of those rare occasions where Benny didn’t wake you up when he woke up. He got up and pulled on his gym gear when his phone pinged from his side of the bed, his eyes flicking to you even though you hadn’t even moved.

The corner of his lips quirked when he read the message and for today, he saw it best to kill two birds with one stone and go to the gym to catch up with his other boys. Coming back with a morning brew, he shook you gently. He should have anticipated your reaction as you groaned, burying yourself further into the duvet.

“Bunny,” his voice was soft as he brushed the hair from your face.

Your brows knotted before your eyes opened to thin slits, lids still heavy.

“Benny?”

You croaked on your enquiry, it was early, far too early.

“I’m heading out to the gym, gonna do a couple of things while I’m out, want anything?”

You yawn, “I’m good, thanks.”

Your eyes fall shut and he watches as your head sinks deeper into the pillow. Leaning forward, he kisses your crown before he steps out of the room, closing the door with his lightest touch.

When you finally came to, his apartment was quiet. Pulling on your t-shirt and the nearest pair of sweatpants, you stagger from the bedroom, rubbing your eyes. You call his name a few times, peeking into his office and gym before accepting the fact he wasn’t home. Checking your phone, the late morning time reflects back at you.

He’s usually back by now… unless he did a longer session?

You’re not one to message to ask where the hell he is but when you rummage around the kitchen, finding nothing satisfactory, you find a reason to get in contact.

‘Lunch?’

You put your phone in your pocket, you feel the weight of it fall further than usual. Looking down, you realise the difference in fabric before your brain finally processed you were wearing his - more caffeine was needed.

As you waited for the water to boil, there was a chirp.

‘Already sorted darlin 😘’

You react with a heart, Benny knew you too well.

On your days off, especially at the boys’ places, you do your best to relax and much to Benny’s annoyance, you’d really gotten into playing on his Switch. You took the controls from him so much, he’d just added your name to his device and watched as you replay everything he’d already done, teasing you just a little for not being as good.

Keys jostled in the lock and you immediately pause the game, jumping from your seat.

His face lit up when he saw you, “Hey, Bunny.”

“Hey, need some help?”

“If you don’t mind taking these,” he hands you a few bags, “there’s one more thing I need to get from the car.”

You peek into the one bag to see what’s for lunch.

“I’ll dish up,” you say, wandering to the kitchen.

There were a few places Benny liked to go to so it was always exciting to see what he picked up. You pull out a glass bottle of fizzy orange and instantly knew he’d been to the truck not far from the gym. The second bottle was lemon and there were two intricately wrapped, somehow still warm burritos. You open up a cupboard, balancing on your tiptoes as you went to get plates, the door slammed behind Benny as he came back in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You gasp.

Leaning from behind the door, you see him, his face taken over by his white smile whilst the rest of him was hidden behind a giant bunny plush.

“It’s huge!”

“I know,” he was chuckling as your face remained stunned. “You gonna come get it?”

Giggling, you run over to him and he handed it over. The fluffy texture engulfed you and you found yourself snuggling deeper into it’s softness, taking a big breath in to smell it’s crisp clean smell, the faintest hint of his aftershave clinging to the fibres.

“Where did you find this?”

“Just a random secondhand store, it was in the window and I couldn’t resist.”

“I bet you got some looks.”

Oh, he did but the moment he mentioned it was for his girlfriend, people’s expressions changed except the woman at the cleaners. She was not impressed when he turned up, asking if there was any possibility they knew how to clean this bunny. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the bunny from him and said two weeks, handing him a scrap of paper with an amount probably double the price it should be.

He flicked the ears out of the way so he could catch your sparkling eyes.

“It was worth it.”

The temperature rose in your cheeks and you found yourself trying to hide even more behind the stuffed toy.

“Know what you’re gonna call him?”

You were slow to respond.

“Mr Bunny,” you finally said.

He cocked his head to one side, “I was expecting something a little more imaginative.”

“He’s wearing a bowtie, he’s a sophisticated gentleman.”

Benny hums, nodding though he was pandering to you with a smirk on his face. You huff, turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen.

“Fine,” you glance over your shoulder, “me and Mr Bunny will eat the burritos and you can make yourself something.”

“Hey, I worked hard for that burrito!”

For the rest of the day, you barely moved from the couch, except for freshening up when Benny insisted the pair of you at least walked around the block and you also handed back his sweatpants. After that, you found yourself snuggled up with him one side and the newly appointed Mr Bunny on the other.

Benny was beginning to regret his decision in getting you that giant teddy.

Sure, a little part of him had wanted to one up his brother ever since Will won you a big plush Grogu at the arcade, which you then proceeded to take with you to their parents when you were threatened and ultimately ended up in a bedroom in the main house, separated from the boys in the barn. Will had never mentioned how the other teddy got in the way or maybe it was because you had something new to play with that he was only slightly starting to feel like a third wheel.

He squirmed in his seat for what felt like the twentieth time tonight.

“Is something up, babe?”

In the warm glow of the lampshade, you look up at him doe-eyed.

“No,” he sighed before a long pause. “Maybe.”

You fluttered your lashes at him, lips piercing as one arm tightens around Mr Bunny. He hone in on the oversized teddy, his eyes narrowing.

“You’re jealous of Mr Bunny.”

You lean away from him like you’re scared he’ll take it away.

“Only a little.”

“But why?”

“Because you’re obsessed with him.”

“Aaaw,” you say almost sarcastically, “am I starving you of attention, Benny?”

Except Benny wasn’t listening, he wasn’t even looking, he was fully focused on that goddamn bunny. It was the first time you’d ever seen his gorgeous green eyes go dark and his smile turned into a straight line.

“Give me the bunny,” he growled softly.

“No,” you huff.

You make a show of shuffling yourself to the opposite side of the couch, wrapping your arms around the neck of the teddy, pouting.

What happened next is exactly how you imagined him and Will might have resolved something like this when they were younger. Benny pounced like a lion who had seen his prey and held himself effortlessly above you, boxing you in with his arms and legs.

Squealing, you go to fight back, lifting your legs ready to thrash but he pins his knees to keep your thighs together before sitting inches above the trapped limbs. Wriggling your way out is useless yet it doesn’t stop you trying, your upper body writhing and twisting to try and get the teddy away from him. He watches as your expression scrunches and you moan sweetly as you attempt to escape.

He doesn’t move, he simply bides his time.

It takes you a minute to realise he’s not actually doing anything to you or Mr Bunny.

First you stop, your back firmly against the cushions of the couch then you open your eyes, panting gently to catch your breath. He’s so close your noses almost touch, staring intently as his lips form into a smug smile.

“Give me one good reason why I’m better than Mr Bunny and I may let you go.”

You blink up at him, mouth twitching as you thought of what to say.

“Ok, he’s fluffy and soft and good to snuggle…”

His eyebrows raised, you were losing him.

“But he can’t fuck me like you do.”

His face instantly changed, his beaming smile returning as he leant closer and brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

“How about we show him how it’s done?”

You giggle, loosening your grip on the teddy as his one hand came to rest over it’s face. He pulled it from between you in one motion, leaning back to tuck it into the corner where he once sat, returning his attention back to you.

“He’s not looking at us.”

What you said sounded innocent enough but Benny’s one eyebrow arched.

“How else is he gonna learn?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head and repositions Mr Bunny so the plastic eyes are focused on you.

“Better?”

He looks to you and you nod happily.

Within a second, he engulfs you, his palms pressed against your cheeks as he crashes his lips into yours. He’s feverish, taking the air from your lungs as he forces his tongue into your mouth and roams around. Your muscles begin to loosen and you allow him to take you any way he pleases.

He finally lets you breath, moving his kisses over your chin and down your neck, hands roaming over the swell of your breasts. Your nipples harden even under your t-shirt as his fingers teased the hemline. A moan escapes your lips when he buries himself into the crook of your neck, sucking gently, hiking up the material.

Your hands instinctively chase him as he shuffles back to plant kisses on your stomach, his chin grazing the elastic of your sleep shorts. Sinking your fingers into his dirty blonde locks, he follows your pull, dragging his tongue towards to middle of your tits. He kisses the curve of one before flicking his tongue around your nipple, taking it in his mouth. You fist his hair tighter then let go when he releases it.

He sighs, “I do miss the piercings.”

The piercings lasted a few months until you found them a problem. They were aesthetically pleasing and the boys, Benny and Santiago in particular, did like them but you could never get used to them. And you thought your nipples were sensitive beforehand, now it was a whole new level.

“Still happy to play with them though,” you giggle.

He cups a nipple in his mouth again, humming, the vibrations causing your arousal to pool. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moan, feeling him smile knowing exactly what he’d done. Releasing himself with a pop, he straightened his back and slapped your tits playfully before lifting up his legs.

He coiled his arms in between his thighs and guided your legs out and over his, palms moving to your hips to lift you up. Edging forward, he began to fold you in half as you wrapped your legs around his lean frame then his hips grinds against your covered pussy, a honeyed sigh comes from deep.

“Feels good, hm?”

Your eyelids flutter shut as he rolls his hips again, your head falling back to the couch.

Benny would only blame you for how hard he already was. You were pinned under his weight, grunting sweetly as you tried to overthrow him was fucking better than any opponent in the ring. He felt his cock stiffen the moment your ass ate your shorts and revealed more bare thigh, even Mr Bunny couldn’t hide that one.

He slipped one hand up the leg hole, fingertips reaching for your slick folds, searching for your clit behind the damp fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” you choke, lower back jolting.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one who got worked up in the struggle.

Taking two fingers, he scoops your juice and softly draws circles on the bundle of nerves. You whimper, back arching to his touch as the tingling starts to spread across the muscles, your legs locking against him. He works you until you’re gasping for air, chest heaving, face burrowed into the nearest decorative cushion then suddenly he stops, slipping his hand from the confines of your shorts.

You whine at the lose of touch.

“Mr Bunny doesn’t want you to come yet,” he says, sucking the end of his fingers, your tang waking up his tastebuds.

“I don’t think he’d say that, he’s on my side.”

He laughs, “Nah, he wants to see me stretch that pussy first.”

You yelp as Benny grabs your elastic waistband and coaxes you to unlock your legs before he tugs your shorts off roughly. Tossing them to the side, you watch his hands move to his sweatpants, the small dark spot an indicator for the precum that seeped through the material. His cock swung freely as he hitched down the waistband.

He picks up your hips, resting them on his thighs as he takes one hand to his hardened length, lining it up to your opening. Running through folds, he uses your juices to lubricate his tip before pushing it gently into you. You sigh, head falling back, offering your neck for him to take as he continues to sink his cock inside.

Taking one hand from your hip, he leans forward and places the palm directly next to your cheek. Hovering over you again, he smiles, his stray hairs falling to your face and your chest begins to flush.

You feel him pulling out, the drag of his cock trapped amongst your inner walls and you wrap your legs around his lower back. The pair of you give a harmonious moan that fills the air, one that makes you forget whatever you were watching on the television. Actually, with how close he was, he took over each of your senses, making you forget you were even in a room.

Mr Bunny wasn’t even an afterthought, it was nothing but Benny.

He snapped his hips, filling you to the hilt, taking your breath away in the process. Holding his cock inside, your walls flutter around his form, the warmth spreading across your belly. He goes again and again, each stroke brushing lightly against that sweet spot, the one once hit just right will have you screaming his name.

And that’s what he wants to hear.

He’s never been so hungry for you before. Drunk off your cute, little squeaks, high from breathing in the delicate scent of your perfume. Slowly, your own pleasure builds, the sweat clinging to your hairline as he pants hotly over your skin. You’ve had to close your eyes and drop your head to one side, concealing your melting expression from his sharp gaze.

As he draws himself out, you mewl at the lose, the grip of your legs strengthening as you chase his cock. He soothes you with a soft caress of your side before he changes his position slightly, your hips becoming a fraction higher.

“Bunny, look at me.”

You peer out from the cushion, the muscles in your arms loosening. He appeared equally as flushed, the heat between you searing despite the noticeable chill in the middle of your bodies. It was a brief moment of calm then his fingers squeeze three times and all you can do is nod feebly.

“That’s my girl,” he throws a wink in your direction.

Your girl, you blush.

Holding you steady, he seamlessly slips back into your weeping cunt and his tip presses right where he wants it.

“Oh my god,” the final vowel extends.

He props himself up over you, his nose rubbing against yours. Rolling his hips, he hits the spot again sharply, catching your cry in his mouth as he kisses you. With each thrust, he captures every sweet sound you give. Your legs vibrate against him, fingers clawing helplessly at the couch as his movements grow frantic.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he comes up for air.

He drops his head, eyes focusing on how his length lips in and out of you with ease, your juices flowing as your pussy sucks him back down.

“Benny, Benny, fuck.”

Your stomach grows taut, your toes curling against his back.

“That’s it, darlin’, keep saying my name.”

How did that manage to turn you on more? The squelch of your walls as he pushed harder and harder filled the space, it was almost obscene but he was basking in it. Your arousal was spreading, sticking to the hairs that lines the end of his cock and he looked back to you. You were almost there and his eyes fell to the crook of your neck, his tongue flicking across his lips. He folded you in half to sink his teeth into your flesh.

That’s when the knot in you belly snapped and you came apart screaming his name.

Now he understood why Santiago bit you occasionally, the release was so intense, he’s sure his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Your pussy trapped him within your pulsating walls until you milked him dry. His jaw relaxed, a single string of saliva clinging to you as he lifted his heavy head.

You lay beneath him, chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to dance across your body legs finally giving in.

He kissed where he’d left marks on your skin, soothing laps of the tongue before his lips pressed deeper then he delivered them up your neck, your jaw. Brushing the hair from your face, he crashes into your lips and refuses to let go until you’re struggling to breath, swatting his chest with your palm.

He traces the bite with his fingertips.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You cup his cheek, trailing a thumb along the bone.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you say smiling.

He swiftly kisses your palm, “I’ll get something to clean you up.”

Pulling out of you, he eases your back to the couch before climbing off and heading to the bathroom. You tug your t-shirt down over your breasts and sit up, bringing your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. Mr Bunny sat opposite you, had fallen forward it what you would joke was shock or an attempt to get a view but you know it was because Benny plowed you into the cushion at full force.

Who knew a giant teddy could get him so riled up.

“Want a drink?”

You looked over your shoulder as he wandered over and handed you a cool damp face cloth. Hugging the fabric to your neck, the change in temperature softens the tension you didn’t realise was there.

“I’m good, thanks babe.”

“Alright, I’ll get you a water.”

You laugh, he always made sure you stayed hydrated.

Returning with two bottles of water, he opens a top and gives it to you. You happily accept, taking a sip as he lifts your legs up by the ankles and slides underneath, draping your limbs over his thighs.

He spreads you open, notes how his cum has started to dribble from your pussy. Carefully, he tucks a towel between your legs and wipes away the excess. You hum, tipping your head to the side as you watch him intently. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he meets your face to admire you in your dishevelled, post sex appearance and as always, the temperature rises in your cheeks.

“Fancy a snuggle?” His head cocks to the plush beside him.

“Nah,” you say, scooting your ass closer as you drape an arm over his chest, tucking your head under his chin. “He doesn’t have a stitch on you.”

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quillsareswords · 1 year

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A little blurb for me 👉👈 QFWW

What if the boys (Jon & Dami) wanted to make Valentine's day super special but the chaotic duo just make a mess of things but it ends up being even more endearing. Like wanting to bring reader flowers but something comes up and the bouquet never makes it home fully intact. Or breakfast in bed but the kitchen looks like a disaster and one of the boys ends up with Distract Reader But Don't Make It Suspicious Duty™ so that they don't see the mess. Something super cute and chaotic :))

WARNINGS: language, talk of food, mentions of bike crash, 2,000 words of poly garble just for you 😘

See Three is the Luckiest Number master list for more poly fics!

MASTER LIST in BIO

"She knows something is up." Jon whispers, eyes cutting toward you nervously.

"Of course she does. You're whispering and looking at her every seven seconds like you're trying to hide something."

"I am hiding something!"

"Shh!"

You look up from your book through your eyelashes. They're right where they were the last time Jon got a little too loud: standing in the kitchen, pretending to make dinner. Pretending, because there's been an empty pot sitting on the stove for ten minutes.

They've been acting strangely the last few days. Jon more so than Damian. You really hope it's something to do with the upcoming holiday and not something serious that they're trying to keep from you.

"Everything okay in there?" you call, skimming the page in your lap for the line you left off of.

"Fine," they respond in unison.

It's probably fine.

"This is the exact opposite of fine," Jon hisses. "It was supposed to be here days ago."

"I've reported it missing and a replacement won't be here for two weeks at best. There isn't anything else we can do about it now." Damian drums his fingers against the counter. "We have to come up with something else."

Jon bites down on the nail of his thumb. "V-Day is in three days. We have no time."

"We've overcome worse." Damian assures. Armageddon, alien apocalypse, city-wide bomb threats. Surely they can handle a last-minute Valentine's Day gift, right? "We just need to…get creative."

Jon's shoulders cave toward his chest anxiously. "Okay, well, I know what she got you, and a macaroni necklace is not comparable."

Damian, out of the kindness of his own heart, resists every urge not to roll his eyes at his darling boyfriend. "Not that kind of creative," he corrects. "Perhaps instead of a gift, we do something for her."

Jon's eyebrows raise. Damian senses his skewed thought process like waves in a pool.

"Food, Jon. We should make her food."

•••

Damian keeps forgetting to fix his ringtone. It always slips his mind until he’s somewhere in public, like walking to his next lecture, trying to seem imposing in front of his peers with his nice sweater and his heavy peacoat, and his phone starts screaming Lady Gaga’s poker face.

“...and Baby, when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun~!”

He almost rips his pocket open trying to get a hold of the fucking thing.

“Jon, if you ever touch my phone again-”

“You’ll torture me and all that extra fun stuff, I know, I know. You have my full consent.”

Damian rolls his eyes with a huff and ducks away from the main walkway. “I take it this isn’t an emergency, then?” Because, in typical Wayne fashion, it’s always his gut reaction.

“No…well, I mean, not really.”

He jerks to a halt. “What? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, I’m fine, everybody’s fine. But, um…Did you order the chocolates?”

He shoves out a breath and continues on his way. “Yes, of course. Have they arrived?”

“Yeah…except, uh, I think you ordered the wrong ones.”

He stops again. “...What?”

“These aren’t right. I am, like, ninety percent sure these are not her favorites. Actually, I think she avoids these?”

“Look at– Was there a packing slip? An order sheet of some kind?” Damian asks, eyebrows pinched.

He hears shuffling, crinkling. “Uh, yeah, here is it.”

As Jon rattles off the assortment, Damian’s heart starts sinking. He pinches the bridge of his nose like it might relieve the pressure building behind his eyes. “Yes. That’s…She hates those.”

How. On this good green earth. Did he mess that one up?

Sleep deprivation. It must have been. He ordered it the night Ivy defaced the Wayne Tower by using vines to form a heart and shape I + H through the middle. At least she’d apologized. At least Harley liked it.

Shit. He’d better check Jon’s too. Milk chocolate, coconut, caramel, right? That’s what Jon’s was supposed to be. Maybe he should have you check it.

“Is the name on it right?” he sighs.

More rustling. “Oh. No. It’s addressed to a…Walt Morgan.”

Thank. Fuck. He's not the third worst boyfriend in the building.

“Okay. Okay. That’s easy to fix, then. I’ll call them and sort the whole thing out. With any luck, a new one will be delivered the day before.” He’s thinking out loud, already scheming out how to sneak a three foot tall heart-shaped box of chocolates into the apartment and past you. “This is fine.”

Jon laughs into the phone. “What, like the meme? Are you sitting in a burning room right now?”

•••

The moment Damian gets home, lecture notes fresh in his mind, Jon meets him at the door.

"Problem," he blurts. He's holding something behind his back.

Damian squeezes the strap of his bag. "With?" The League? The Titans? The city? The world? His family? Jon's family? God forbid, you?

"The flowers," he answers. His hands move, and suddenly Damian is staring down at the squished, crumpled remnants of a flower bouquet with all your favorites.

He sighs in relief. "What happened?" He rubs his palm across his forehead and tries to resettle his nerves.

"I rode my bike home. I hit that stupid bump in the parking garage and it was either the flowers or the groceries, so…” He squeezes a limp petal between his thumb and his pointer, eyebrows furrowed glumly.

Damian plucks the best looking one of the whole cluster and looks it over. “It’s alright. I’ll call in the morning and order another. You should hide these, though.”

Jon shrugs. “Yeah. I think the old lady across the hall would like some. I’ll pick out the ones that survived.”

Damian’s lips curl up at the edges. It's just like Jon to find some act of kindness in a cluster of crushed flowers. “I think that’s a great idea.” He jams the flower back into the middle. His hand comes up to cup Jon’s cheek instead. He presses his lips to his temple. “Well done, saving the groceries. She’ll like the food better anyway.”

•••

“Jon,” Damian hisses.

Jon turns around very slowly, eyes wide. His clothes seem to have survived unscathed, but there are speckles of batter across his face. He’s still holding a spatula in one hand.

He takes a deep breath. “I was gone for two minutes. What happened?”

Jon smiles sheepishly. “See, I wanted to flip pancakes like you do. Like, without the spatula? You just, like, throw it with the pan?”

“Right.”

“Well, I tried it because it looks easy when you do it, but, I…I kind of miscalculated how hard I was supposed to jerk the pan. So it kind of…” he trails off, gesturing confusingly with his hands. Damian quirks an eyebrow, so he points toward the ceiling to clarify.

Twelve feet above him, Damian finds the pale wet splatter of batter on the ceiling. And on the floor below it, the dry, cooked side of an unfinished pancake.

“You launched a pancake so high it hit the ceiling?”

“It stuck for a few seconds. I mean, see, if you think about it; it’s really a testament to your cooking skills. Right? The batter was just…that good.” He grins convincingly. Dirty little suck up. Those puppy dog eyes may work on you, but they rarely do on Damian.

Rarely.

Damian stares down at the ruined pancake still leaking uncooked batter, grossly lumpy with chocolate chips. It’ll be a pain to clean later, so he may as well get it done with. He might as well wipe down the counters, too…

He looks to the rest of the kitchen while Jon starts unraveling some paper towels. “Jon.”

The man in question glances at him as he crouches to start scooping up his failure. “Hmm?”

“What have we done to the kitchen?”

“What do you mean?” Jon mumbles, turning toward the counters, “I was kind of cleaning as I went…oh.”

They may have had a little too much fun making breakfast. Chocolate chips spilled across the counter where Jon was measuring with his heart. Dishes nobody thought to do after the movie last night piled in the sink beneath all the bowls and measuring cups from this morning. Half of the pancake ingredients are still sitting on the counter because Jon got handsy when Damian finally made it to the stove top. Flour is dusted around the area where Jon had been mixing everything in the bowl. There’s also batter slopped over a corner of the counter from when he got handsy the second time.

It’s fine. It’s looked worse. The time you tried to make sushi rolls. The time Jon tried to make pudding-filled cupcakes. The time Jason realized this apartment was a lot closer than the Cave and would mop up better than his safehouse once he was done bleeding all over the place. That time Titus switched foods too fast.

"She can't see this," Jon whispers. He projects his hearing back out past the living room, listening for any sign you've woken up. "She cleaned Saturday. She will kill us."

"Agreed. We take this to our graves."

"Agreed."

Damian takes a deep breath. Scans the room again. Pulls together a plan. "Can you finish the pancakes?"

"I'll burn them. Don't look in the microwave. I'll start cleaning." As if to cement this, he ducks around Damian to get under the sink for the cleaning supplies.

Damian glances warily toward the microwave. He decides his mental health is more important than seeing what's inside.

•••

For the first time in a long time, you wake up to an unexpectedly cold bed.

You stretch out, sleepily thinking you must be mistaken. Maybe you just aren't quite used to the California King upgrade. You roll onto your back and sacrifice your remaining body heat to search for a new source to leech from. You're surprised to find the end of the mattress on one side and the edge of the comforter on your other.

Odd, considering everyone took Valentine's Day off from everything, and they'd begged you to sleep in the middle last night so they could both reach you. There weren't any agreed upon plans this morning, and none of you bother to crawl out of bed if you don't have to. Lazy mornings always find at least two of you in bed, staring at screens or book pages, waiting on the last to wake up. Some mornings, you don't even get up then.

Which means there must be a good reason they're out of bed and not training to be professional bed warmers.

You dart upright. You squint against any light struggling through the blinds. The room is just as it was when you went to bed last night; yours and Jon's clothes spotting the floor, Damian's laptop is closed on the nightstand by the door, Jon's phone is still charging next to yours on the other nightstand, the blinds are still half closed.

More importantly, the locked drawer in the bottom of the dresser is still closed. Which means there wasn't any super-sneaking.

"Boys?" you call.

"Stay there!" Jon's voice rings through the door from down the hall.

"We're coming to you!" Damian adds.

You rub a knuckle into your eye. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see," Damian answers, closer now. Then he's whispering, "Jon, get the–"

"I can't, I'm carrying two–"

"Okay, fine, just put your hand here– no, there. And I'll–"

The door creaks open, and there they stand, your heroes: both wide-eyed, Damian with a long white tray, and Jon with three mugs and a bottle of syrup balanced in two hands.

Damian smiles widely. "Happy Valentine's Day, Beloved."

Jon grins and practically skips into the room. "We made your favorite," he sings.

You scoot closer to the headboard to make room. You laugh breathlessly. "What?"

Jon sets two of the mugs alongside the phones, and pushes the other into your hands as he climbs into bed beside you. "We got you something really good, but there were some, uh…complications." He glances at your other sweetheart for confirmation.

The man in question plants his knee on the bed before he leans over to pop the legs out to set the tray over your lap while you hold your mug out of the way. "It's delayed. You'll have it soon, but we thought we should make it up to you." Once the tray is sturdy, he climbs in on your other side.

"Are you telling me I get breakfast in bed and a gift?" your smile turns suspicious. "Sounds an awful lot like I'm getting buttered up for something," You glance down at the spread that's been placed before you, "...just like these perfect fucking pancakes, good god!"

Damian chuckles, leaning back into the pillows so he can stretch out a little. His arm reaches past you, resting against your back while his hand finds a spot on Jon's shoulder. "Perfect sounds dramatic, but thank you. I did have a lovely assistant."

"Is that right?" you shift your attention to Jon.

He smiles sheepishly. "I mean, I didn't much–" He stops short when he blinks and suddenly your nose is a few inches from his ear.

"Shut up and take some credit, baby." You clip your bottom lip between your teeth as his cheeks bloom pink. You release it, only to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

You give him a breather so you can lean the other way and bestow the same thanks to Damian. "And you, deary."

You melt a little at the way he smiles up at you. It's all warm and tender; a side of him only these four walls and two sets of eyes get to see. "You're very welcome, Love."

Jon's head meets your shoulder as he reaches for an orange wedge from Damian's end of the tray. Well, the end closest to him. It's arranged more like a buffet than a set table.

"You tired, honey?" you chuckle, setting your hand on the side of his head, smoothing your thumb over the beginning of his ear.

"Mhmm. Worth it, though."

"How early did you get up?" Your smile fades a little. "How long have you been unsupervised in the kitchen?"

He stiffens against you. "Huh? I dunno what you mean. What are you talking about?" He jumps when Damian pinches his arm."

You turn slowly toward the other one. "Damian. Is my kitchen a mess?"

He stares up at you, suave as ever laying among these pillows, one arm tucked behind his head and the other laid out behind you. "Would I ever allow such a thing to happen? On a day of love, no less?"

"That's not an answer and you know it."

His eyes cut beyond you, to something Jon does, or maybe to encourage him to do something.

Your eyes narrow on him. He's guilty, you know that much. He's bad at hiding it from you, or Jon, because he doesn't like hiding things from either of you. Which means the kitchen is probably a complete wreck…but fuck it; it's Valentine's Day, and the loves of your life have made an amazing breakfast in bed to share. You'll fix the kitchen tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe the next.

You pretend to think about a little longer than you really do. He watches your face all the same, even if he knows you're making a show. Finally, you take a sip of your coffee. "I suppose that you can be forgiven. For the sake of the holiday. And because you made me chocolate chip pancakes, but I'm considering that cheating, so…"

Jon's head is back on your shoulder. "So?" You can see the puppy dog eyes in your peripheral. You can feel them heating up the side of your face—so much so that you wonder if he's utilizing a tiny fraction of his laser-heat-whatever vision. Not today, Satan.

"So, let's eat this food while it's warm and pretend the kitchen doesn't exist."

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tarothouselattier · 3 months

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What your soul is made of 🥳Tarot game🥳

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Hello beautiful people! This is the game I want to celebrate such a milestone as a 100 followers on my blog. Thank you all so much for reading my pick-a-cards and enjoying them. I’m so glad and grateful that I can help people like this and also entertain, as well as brighten someone’s day. Thank you so much, I love you!!!❤️❤️

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bleach-your-panties · 4 months

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Heyyy babe 💗💗 I saw your Valentine’s event and it’s so cute!! Can I please request G + K + N for Yuuji bae? 😘💗 I am sending you lots of love and thank you for this sweet event 💗💗

Hey Winter bae!! 🤍🤍Thank you for sending this in for Yuuji-poo!🫶🏽 Sending more love back🥰

a/n: they are in their 3rd year here and gojo is still their teacher because he just has to be. nobara is also here because she just has to be.

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❥⋱G- Gift: What did he get you?

Now, it took Yuuji a little time to decide on the perfect gift for you, because we all know our baby is a little dumb and doesn’t actually know much about what girls like. Of course, he had to drag Megumi and Nobara along for this little impromptu shopping trip, much to their (Megumi’s) disinclination.

So, as they’re strolling through the Tokyo shopping district, Yuuji's thinking hard about what you might like.

“Oh, there’s a video store! Let’s go in here!”

Megumi scowls immediately and Nobara is very tempted to slap the pinkette upside his head.

“Idiotdori, this is why girls don’t like you.” Nobara told him after following through with slapping him upside the head. Yuuji grimaced and rubbed the bump that was beginning to form through his messy pink locks.

“Y/N likes me…”

“An unfortunate revelation for her, I’m sure.”

Yuuji just decided to let that last comment fly and look around the store. Posters advertising the latest release of his favorite movie, Human Earthworm, were strewn up on the walls, which gave him an idea.

Since Valentine’s Day was right around the corner, the store had a little display shelf of romantic movies set up near the checkout counter, ranging in genres from comedy to horror. How a horror movie can be romantic, well, just ask Yuuji.

He approached the display, started picking though the titles, and came upon a strategically placed box of those friendship necklaces where one person wears half the heart and gives the second half to their significant other.

“Why are you getting her a friendship necklace, she’s your girlfriend.” Nobara chastised as Yuuji went to the counter with his armload of purchases.

“She’s also my best friend, so I think it’s a fitting gift!” The pink-haired male retorted, sticking his tongue out. Megumi was just here so he didn’t get fined.

Gojo then appeared out of thin air, giggling at how flustered Yuuji looked while he waited his turn in line, and even offered to pay for everything. Yuuji declined politely because this was going to be your first Valentine’s Day together and he wanted to do it himself.

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Yuuji decided to give you your gifts during the Valentine’s Day party Gojo threw for the class (and had catered and everything)

He approached you with a shy disposition; unusual for him, but he was nervous that you wouldn’t like his gifts.

“Y/N! I got you this!” Yuuji thrust a big, rectangular white box with a light pink satin ribbon tied around it into your arms.

You stumbled back a bit with an ‘oof’ - the box was pretty heavy!

“I really hope that you like it!” He bowed his head with his cheeks tinted pink.

Walking over to your desk, you moved your Valentine cards and gifts from Megumi and Nobara to the side and set the box down. Upon opening it, you let out a soft gasp: inside the box laid a bouquet of small pink tulips, reminiscent of Yuuji’s hair color; the necklace, an assortment of DVDs, and multiple movie snacks.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the arrangement of everything, the time and thought that he had to put into this to make it look nice for you. First, you picked up the necklace, and a soft smile adorned your face as you read what it said.

“Best Friends Forever.”

“Flip it over.” Yuuji now stood next to you, watching with careful eyes.

On the back, one side of the necklace was engraved with his initials and the other yours.

“We can each wear the opposite, so we’ll always have a piece of each other’s heart.” He said, sounding so cute.

Your throat started to get scratchy; you had to swallow so you didn’t end up crying. Still your voice wobbled a bit,

“Yuu, I love this, and you got…Human Earthworm, all five of them, wow..” You laughed while subtly trying to blink away the tears.

“So…you like it?” Yuuji asked with his honey-gold eyes blown wide.

“I love it. This is so thoughtful; thank you, baby. I can’t wait to watch all of them with you.”

Yuuji was overjoyed that you actually ended up liking his gift! He held you to him as you wrapped your arms around his torso, then flipped Nobara the bird with a triumphant grin on his face.

Nobara rolled her eyes and turned towards Megumi, who was just silently observing from his desk.

“Why did you let him buy that?!”

“What do you mean ‘let’ - no way you’re trying to blame this on me right now…”

Meanwhile, a chibi version of Gojo was in the background snapping photos with his old-school Polaroid camera while pink hearts floated around his head.

Safe to say that Yuuji does know a little bit about what girls like. His girl, at least.

❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

Yuuji loves kissing you! He gets so excited about it, too. It makes his heart swell with pride and love when you ask him for kisses, and even more so when others are around, because that shows just how much you're into him. Though if you're a little shy, he won’t pressure you into PDA; he never wants to make his baby feel uncomfortable, even with him. French-kissing is his favorite; he just loves the taste of you so much, and the little sounds that you make when he moves his tongue a certain way. He also likes to leave kisses (and hickies) all along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, making sure that you can still cover them with your top.

❥⋱N - Naughty: One thing he’d like to try in the bedroom.

This young man has an incredibly large sexual appetite, so honestly there’s probably not too much that you haven't tried in the bedroom already. Though something that never really crossed his mind was Facetime sex.

“Yuuji, you’re only a few rooms down from me? If you want to have sex, we just…can.” You asked in confusion.

He shook his head profusely,

“No, babe. I want to try something different. I want to be able to look at you but not be able to touch you. I want to yearn for you.”

You were pretty shocked when he admitted this but decided to give it a go-ahead.

Now, whenever you’re away on long solo missions, you’ll have to be extra careful about accepting Facetime calls from Yuuji, lest everyone around you gets an eyeful of him stroking his long, hard cock for you, whining your name, and saying how much he misses you as he overstimulates himself for your viewing pleasure.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Sisters No More

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: ARE WE READY!?

Synopsis: An anonymous source reveals that your big sister Danielle isn't exactly who you think she is

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Did we seriously get all three of them to go to sleep and it’s only 7:30?” Jack asked as both of you collapsed on the couch, but you more so did a faceplant.

“Mm hmm. I was surprised Ivy actually let you go since she was clinging to you so tight.” You muttered before Jack picked you up and slid you onto his lap while kissing your forehead.

The two of you had gone out to brunch with Dani, Drama, Urban, and Curse earlier that day while Maggie and Brian watched the triplets which you were thankful for. It was the first time that the two of you had gone out without them and of course you and Jack were texting them every 20 minutes to check on them before Urban snatched both of your phones.

"Jack, did you forget that your parents also had to raise your dumbass and Clay? This isn't their first rodeo." Urban said while finally getting close enough to snatch his phone.

"It is their first rodeo for having three newborns at one time!"

"They're fine and you two need to stop worrying so much. If there was really a problem, we would know." Curse added while drinking her mimosa and you immediately got jealous.

"I miss drinking mimosas."

"It won't be too much longer until you get to have them again."

"Yes it will be if I plan on breastfeeding for 2 years at the most."

"Damn in that time you might be pregnant again." Urban said while also drinking his.

"NO THE HELL I WILL NOT! FOUR UNDER 2? FUCK THAT!"

All Jack did was smirk and laugh at you.

"That isn't funny Jackman!"

"But at least you wouldn't be doing it by yourself."

"We're really proud of the two of you. Perfect parents." Dani said while smiling at both of you.

"There's no such thing, but we'll always try our best to do right by them and they're going to know how much they're loved."

—

“Are you going anywhere tomorrow?” You inquired as you grabbed the remote and was flipping through different channels.

“Nope, I’m all yours. I moved a few meetings to Friday since I at least know Blanca, Jessica, and Victoria will be here with you. But I’ll still be here since they’re all zoom meetings. That way you’ll have help.”

“I actually thought it was going to be worse. We’re actually sleeping for the most part which is surprising. My mom couldn’t believe it.”

“Hopefully it stays that way.”

The two of you fell asleep on the couch and Jack was woken up by his phone repeatedly going off while you were still laying on his chest in a comfortable slumber.

He didn’t even bother looking to see who it was and answered.

“Hmm?”

“Jack, I’m sorry for calling this late, but um… did you hear?”

He immediately recognized Saweetie’s voice.

“Hear what? And what time is it?”

“2 in the morning for you, but it is literally everywhere.”

“What is everywhere?” Now that got his attention and he tried to sit up without disturbing you.

“Just turn to E! News, they’ve been showing it on repeat for the past hour. Tell Y/N I’m sorry and I’ll call her later.”

After Jack had hung up the phone, he reached for the remote in order to turn to E! News and one he did, his jaw dropped.

“We have gotten word from an anonymous source that Danielle Valentine who we all know and love to be Y/N Harlow’s older sister and a part of her management team is actually her birth mother who had her at the age of fifteen, but that’s not all. Her birth father is DJ Drama who is the owner of Generation Now, the record label that she as well as her husband Jack Harlow are signed under. Sources are saying that DJ Drama signed Y/N and Jack Harlow as a favor to Danielle. We’ll give more updates as soon as we learn more.”

Jack quickly shook you awake and you groaned.

“Baby, the house better be on fire or one of them is hungry and I don't mean you. I was sleeping so good.”

“I know, babe and I’m sorry, but please wake up and look at this.”

“What?” You picked your head up from his chest and turned towards the television as Jack rewinded the segment so that you could see it from the beginning and pressed play.

You sat there dead silent as you listened to it. When it was over all you did was look down at your hands in your lap.

“Baby girl… I… I don’t even know where to begin.”

Silence.

“Baby, please say something. I know it’s….”

“How could they lie to me like that? For almost 25 years?” You asked as you picked up your phone and saw the many texts from the two of them in a group chat with all four of you. You also saw multiple calls from anyone you could think of.

Dani- Baby girl, please let us explain

Drama- I promise it will make sense when we do

Dani- We were going to tell you, just wanted to do it at the right time

Dani- Y/N, please answer me

Dani- Everything I’ve done has been for you and Jack to be successful. Please, you have to understand that. I love you and I love Jack as if he was my own.

Drama- We wanted the both of you to succeed and this is how we had to go about it

“They have some fucking nerve to think that I want to hear them out. My mind is racing and I don’t even know what to think right now.” You muttered as both you and Jack looked at the text messages.

“I know. I… shit… I don’t even know how to begin to make you feel better because I mean damn.”

“You being my husband and always supporting me even if I do dumb shit sometimes is enough for me. I just… therapy is really helping me because if this happened a year ago, I would have gone to her house right now and kicked her ass. I would have dragged her ass out of the bed, I don’t give a damn what time it is. Birth mother or not.”

“I’m proud of you for sticking with it. That just feels weird to hear you say… about her being your birth mother I mean.”

“It feels weird saying it. She was only fifteen and that means that he had to be seventeen.”

“Still a child herself.”

“I always wondered what my mom meant when she said she didn’t want me to go down the same path Dani did. She never explained what she meant by it. I would always ask but she always said to ask her about it but I never did. I do recall one time, I was maybe 6 at the time, but I distinctly remember her coming in the house high, but of course I had no idea what that was then. Apparently she went upstairs and took more of whatever she had because when I went to her room, I couldn’t wake her up and I yelled for my mom. She definitely overdosed. She cared more about drugs than she did her own child. I don’t even think she realizes that I remember.”

“They need to give you answers too. They’re just as guilty as she is. You don’t keep something like that from someone for more than twenty years.”

“People have big age gaps between their children all the time and I obviously didn’t think anything of it, because why would I? The only reasoning behind this that I can think of is that she felt guilty leaving her parents to raise a child that she made. I need a fucking drink.”

You looked over to see Jack typing away on his phone.

“Babe, who are you texting?”

“Dani and Drama and to tell them to leave us the fuck alone. We’re new parents and the last thing we need is added stress caused by the two of them. All because they decided to lie.”

Jack- The two of you have some fucking nerve. You not only lie to me, but more importantly to your FUCKING DAUGHTER. Do us a favor and leave us alone for now. Last thing I want is for my wife to be stressed out because she already has enough to deal with being a new mom. And I better not catch either of you on our doorstep either. Good fucking night.

Drama- Wait, Jack just let us explain

Dani- We never meant to hurt either of you

Jack- Both of you can fuck off

“I don’t even know who this anonymous source would be because someone obviously had to know since I don’t think they were dumb enough to leak it themselves.” Jack said as you continued to scroll through your phone to see nothing on your timeline but you and your husband.

You clicked on one of the articles and the news was only getting worse.

Danielle had Y/N when she was only fifteen, and her parents decided that they would raise her as her sister. It was also discovered that she was heavily into drugs during her teen years and eventually went to rehab. Our same sources say that DJ Drama had only intended to sign First Lady and not Jack at all until he was convinced by Danielle. However since she was only mostly writing songs at the time for him as well as their best friends, The Homies, he decided to sign Jack first.

All you did was sigh before you handed Jack your phone. That honestly broke your heart and you immediately knew that Jack was going to feel some type of way about it, just like you were now.

Both of you were talented, but it seemed as if Drama never wanted to be bothered with Jack in the first place.

After Jack had read it, all he did was hand it back to you.

“Look at me.” You whispered while looking over at Jack and he didn’t even budge.

“Jackman, look at me.” You said while grabbing his chin so that he could face you.

“I remember being so excited when you told me he wanted to sign you and that I knew he would see you were talented just like everyone else saw. Do not think or question how amazing you are for a second. You deserved to get signed just as much as anyone else in Gen Now. You understand?”

Jack simply nodded his head, but you knew his thoughts were running rampant by the look on his face and by how quiet he was being.

“I love you.” You said while pinching his cheek and you got a small smirk out of it.

“I love you too, more than life itself.”

“I just don’t understand why people continuously try to fuck with us. We went through enough last year. Oh, boo bear?”

“Yes, mamas?”

“What do we have to do to get out of our contract at Gen Now? We should have just kept the shit just how it was in the beginning. We don’t fucking need him or her for that matter. We have Private Garden Records for a reason. If they want to play checkers, then we’re going to play chess and they’re going to learn not to fuck with us.”

The next few days went by in a blur and you weren’t answering anyone’s text messages or calls except a handful of people.

All of Private Garden was now scattered across your living room since this is the first day that they had seen the both of you since the news broke.

“I always knew something was off with Drama and how he would interact with Y/N.” Urban said as he was playing with Little Urban.

“How so?” Jack asked and everyone was now looking at Urban for an explanation.

“It’s like, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like whenever she would suggest something or have an idea, he would always agree with her and sometimes he would be on some creepy shit and just be staring at her. I guess he did that because he felt guilty.”

“Ace! Don’t hold her like that! Support her head!” Jack exclaimed while looking over at him and he quickly adjusted his arm so that her head would have more support.

“Oh shit, my bad! She has your big head in case you didn’t notice!”

“Ace! Like you’re one to talk! Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“But why did they feel the need to lie? Like this shit was obviously planned since we were in high school.”

“They both seem to have a side of them that we never knew existed.”

“Y/N?” You heard Urban call for you as you looked over at him.

“Yes?”

“You’ve been quiet this entire time. How can we help? You know we always protect our own.”

“I know and I love you guys for that, but I just don’t know right now. Still trying to process everything. My phone has been going off nonstop and I just want to turn it off.”

“And to think you named one of your kids after her.” Quiiso said as Shloob passed him her namesake, Autumn Danielle.

“She had so many opportunities to come clean and just tell me but she didn’t. So why is she trying to explain now? Just because she got caught? I want to be done with my parents too for just letting her string this along for so long.”

“Have you talked to them?”

“No, and I don’t plan on it any time soon. It’s already so bad that whenever we decide to see Jack’s parents, they either have to come here or we’ll go and eat out somewhere. I don’t want to run the risk of seeing them. I get that they did an amazing job raising me because their daughter wasn’t shit, but I mean come on you lied to me just like she did. It seems like I can never catch a break.”

“So, are you two trying to get out of your contract? What’s going on with that?”

“We are, we’re trying to discuss it with our lawyer to see if we can, but who knows. That shit is hard to get out of. But if Drama knows what’s good for him, he’ll let it go.” Jack answered as he went over to pick up Ivy from Ace who was reaching for him.

“He’s definitely going to put up a fight with how much money he’s made off the both of you.”

“We’ll see when the time comes. For now, all we’re doing is focusing on being parents to these three terrors.”

“Do not call our offspring terrors, Jackman. If anything they got it from you.”

“Are you serious Miss I always choose violence?”

“Take it back, Jackman! You just as violent as I am, you just hide yours better!”

“I… actually agree with that.” Shloob quietly said and you eyed him.

“Oh, so yall don’t want to get fed today is what yall are saying?” You responded.

“SHLOOB, TAKE IT BACK BEFORE WE STARVE!”

—

It was around six in the evening, when you heard a knock at your door. You were currently in the living room and had just finished feeding Autumn when you got up and decided to answer it while still holding her.

Once you did, you immediately regretted it.

She was the last person that you wanted to see standing in front of you and you already knew if Jack saw her, how he would have no hesitations to cuss her out and give her a piece of his mind.

You had hoped for her sake that he didn’t.

"Please, Y/N, just let me explain." Dani said as she pleaded with you while you wanted to slam the door in her face.

"I thought Jack made himself clear in saying that we want you to stay far away from us. I haven't answered your calls or texts or HIS for a reason." You said as you held your youngest to your chest that of course was her namesake. Now it left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"I have to explain myself, it will make sense when I do!"

"Make sense? Do you hear yourself right now? How the hell can you make sense of this? You lied to me for 24 years and would have probably kept lying to me if you two didn't get caught. Now as understanding of a person as I am, why did you feel the need to lie to me?"

"I... I don't know. I don't have an answer for that but everything I have done has been for you and Jack."

"No, it hasn't. it's been for you. You have literally been on your Kris Jenner shit and been pimping us out so to speak ever since we were younger."

"When I told you I would do anything for the both of you, I meant it! I wanted to see you both be successful!"

"But this was the wrong way to go about it and YOU KNOW IT. Jack feels as though he didn't get signed to Generation Now because he was talented, but because YOU had a hand in it. Oh, and apparently I also heard that he only got his role in White Men Can't Jump because of you. Otherwise, they were going to pick someone else."

"You two should be fucking thanking me for this."

"I'm not thanking you or THAT MAN for shit. Because we would have still been successful if your ass would have minded your own fucking business."

"YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!"

All you could do was shake your head and look at her in disbelief.

"You really don't see anything wrong in what you did? Do you?"

"I only regret lying to the two of you. But I don't regret doing what I had to do to get you two to this point."

Just then you felt Jack come up behind you, saw Dani and immediately stepped in front of you.

"Babe, go back inside before you both catch a cold." Jack said without taking his eyes off Dani and you went to sit back on the couch in the living room.

"Jack, please just listen to me and hear me out."

"What, Danielle? What is there to hear out? Don't you think you've done enough? How would you feel if the roles were reversed and she was the one who lied to you?"

"I just... I had to do something to let her know that I loved her and cared about her."

"If you really loved and cared about her like you say you do, you wouldn't have had this go on for so long. No one deserves to get treated like this by their birth mother."

“They took her away from me! She’s MY daughter! Not theirs!” Dani exclaimed as she felt her eyes begin to water.

“Because last time I checked, your ass was a fucking drug addict. She is their daughter. They took her away from you to keep her safe. Do you even think you deserved having the title of her mother since apparently you cared about getting high more than you did her! And she told me how she found you overdosed when she was six years old and she actually remembers!”

“The only way they would let me see her is if I went to rehab and I did! I relapsed a few times, but I never said I was perfect! I’ve been clean for the past six years.”

“You mean to tell me you only got your shit together ever since we were nineteen? So all that time you were still getting high? I heard cocaine was your drug of choice” Jack curiously asked while looking at her in disbelief.

“Because I needed my plan to work and no one is about to listen to a drug addict in the industry. Everything I fucking did, I did for the two of you. Ever since she told me when she was ten years old she wanted to be a rapper and then when she met you, it sealed the deal. I admit, I have paid off people to get both of you the opportunities I know that you deserve. When Drama told me he was creating his own label, I begged him to sign both of you. I admit he only wanted Y/N, but I pleaded with him to sign you too, because I knew we could mold you and you would be successful. I have done questionable things, I admit but it’s because I care!”

“NO! IT’S BECAUSE YOU FEEL FUCKING GUILTY FOR LEAVING YOUR PARENTS TO RAISE A CHILD THAT YOU MADE! YOU’RE TRYING TO REDEEM YOURSELF! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK IN YOUR RIGHT MIND THAT MY WIFE IS GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS? BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL DON’T. IF YOU THINK SHE IS FOR A SECOND, THEN THAT GOES TO SHOW YOU DON’T KNOW HER AT ALL.”

“WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT OUT TO SEEM LIKE I’M A BAD PERSON?! LOOK THE FUCK AROUND ALL THIS SHIT YOU HAVE IS BECAUSE OF ME AND DRAMA!”

“STOP PLAYING THE FUCKING VICTIM AND GET THE FUCK OFF MY DOORSTEP, DANIELLE. ALL THIS SHIT WE HAVE IS BECAUSE WE WORKED FOR IT! AND IF YOU THINK FOR A GOT DAMN MINUTE THAT I AM LETTING YOU ANYWHERE NEAR MY WIFE AND CHILDREN, YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING. OH AND YOU CAN TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND, BABY DADDY, WHATEVER THE FUCK HE IS THE SAME THING.”

Without another word, Jack slammed the door in her face and turned around to see you standing there silently with tears streaming down your face.

“Baby…”

“Thank you for that. I… couldn’t have done that even as mad as I am at her. I just… I’m so hurt. She’s everything to me and I worshiped the ground she walked on. In my eyes she could do no wrong. I… I can’t even begin to process how I’m going to heal from this.”

“One step at a time and I’m going to be with you the entire time. Nothing can break us. You already know this.” Jack said as he embraced you and you quickly hugged him back.

“Drama called while you were talking to her.” You quietly said and Jack looked down at you.

“Did you answer it?”

“No. He should know better by now. We don’t want anything to do with either of them. I’ll talk to my parents eventually because they’ve been calling me too but for right now, I just can’t do it.”

“And that’s fine. It’s important to set boundaries, baby.”

“I know, but for now the only thing I want to do is spend time with my husband and babies who right now are all asleep except you.”

“I can think of a few things we could do and it definitely doesn’t involve clothes if you’re up for it.”

“Then what are we waiting for?

—

Jack was annoyed and so were you.

Apparently Drama sent a message on instagram to the both of you about the Gen Now charity event that neither of you could miss since it was required for all artists who are signed under the label to make an appearance.

The two of you were in Atlanta, and the triplets were now six months old. Jessica and Blanca were on babysitting duties for the entire weekend that you two would be there and then you were flying back on Monday.

“Baby…” You said as Jack was aggressively tying his tie and you simply went over to him to do it yourself.

“He better not say a damn thing to me or you for that matter.”

“Just play nice so we can get this over with and then we can get back to our babies. They’re what’s important.” You said while sniffling as you finished.

“Babe! We’re only going to be gone the weekend and then we’ll be back home! Don’t cry!”

“BUT I MISS THEM!”

“The weekend will be over before you know it and then we’ll get back to being spit up on and shitted on.”

“You didn’t have to add that last part.” You responded while rolling your eyes and slipping on your heels.

“Damn, the way you look right now, we can make baby number four, five, and six.” Jack looked you up and down while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Fuck off, Harlow.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, but you’re not giving in.”

You simply sighed before walking over to him and kissing him.

“Make this quick and DON’T sweat out my hair.”

When the two of you pulled up to where the event was supposed to be held, you were looking around confused since there weren’t a lot of people or cars outside.

“Uh babe? Are we late?”

“We can’t be that late, we only had sex twice. I would have gone another round if you didn’t demand that we had to leave! I was perfectly content staying at our house and fucking my wife’s brains out.”

“But we do, so quit it! We have more time for that later!” You responded as the both of you got out of the car, Jack grabbed your hand and began to make your way inside.

“Baby, why is it so quiet? Since when are any events that we do for Gen Now this quiet? This is how horror movies start.” You said as you held his hand tighter and Jack simply laughed at you.

“Just know if you do that damn white girl fall, I am NOT coming back for your ass!”

“YES YOU WOULD! You would not leave me!”

“Shit, that’s what you think.”

The both of you went around the corner to be faced with Dani and Drama and Jack immediately looked around and clenched his jaw.

“There is no fucking event. They lied and did this in an attempt to talk to us.” Jack muttered while looking down at you.

“Baby, play nice. We don’t know that, yet.” You whispered back to him and he simply shook his head.

“Too late and yes we do because that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Please don’t be mad, but we had to do this to get you two to talk to us. It has literally been four months. Y/N, we used to talk every day!” Dani said while looking at the two of you.

“Don’t talk to her. And I thought that I made myself fucking crystal clear that I didn’t want either of you near my wife.”

“How long are we going to keep this up for?” Drama asked and you knew that your husband was about to hit the roof.

“You kept this shit up for almost 25 years so I can keep it going until you’re in your fucking grave. Doesn’t matter to me.” Jack answered and you stifled a laugh.

“Y/N, just please let us talk this out.”

“No. Because I don’t want to talk to either of you and I probably won’t want to for the rest of my life. Both of you can fuck off. Be happy Danielle that your ass is not tasting concrete right now and I credit myself with going to therapy for that. Because if it was a year ago, you best believe I would have knocked all your fucking teeth out and you know I’m telling the truth.”

All she did was cross her arms and look at you.

“Didn’t you teach me how to defend myself when I was little? Didn’t think you were going to be on the receiving end of that one day, huh?” You asked and it was now Jack’s turn to stifle a laugh.

“I did the two of you a favor, all I wanted to do was set my daughter up for the rest of her life. That’s it.”

“You truly got some nerve calling her your daughter when you didn’t even fucking raise her. Neither of you did. You didn’t do us a fucking favor just like I told Danielle, the two of you feel guilty and this is your way of redeeming yourselves and trying to get back in her good graces. Well fucking newsflash, it’s not happening and I don’t know how many times I have to tell you two that. Hurt me all you want, I could care less. But if you come for my wife or my children, I have no hesitation to teach you a lesson and let you know I don’t play that shit. Unlike the two of you, I took my vows seriously as well as my role as a father. Yeah I found out yall were married for a little bit before getting divorced. Didn’t think we knew that, did you?”

“Damn. Double homicide.” You quietly said, but Jack smirked because he heard you.

“What you need to do is to stop being disrespectful towards us. If it wasn’t for us, the two of you wouldn’t have nearly as much as you have.” Drama said and Jack simply scoffed while you muttered ‘oh fuck’ under your breath.

“It takes giving it to get it in return. And on that note, we’re leaving.”

“Just wait a minute.” Drama said as he went to put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, but Jack quickly turned around and punched him.

“SHIT!” Drama exclaimed, but Jack kept going as you gasped.

“JACK, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Dani yelled and you soon started to pull Jack away.

“Baby, stop!”

“HE FUCKING DESERVES IT!”

“I know he does, but think of our children. Just, please stop. He’s not worth it.” You said while finally pulling his arm away that was an inch away from Drama’s face.

Jack stood up as you looked to see Drama’s eye starting to swell and he was also sporting a busted lip.

“I warned the both of you to stay away, but you two obviously don’t know how to listen. Like I said before we’re leaving and the two of you better not pull this shit again. If there actually is an event that we need to be at, tell Neelam and Brandi. We’re done here. Unlike the two of you we’re actually good parents and we need to get back to Louisville to take care of them. Bye now.”

The two of you were now back home and it was around four in the morning. You had just gone to check on the triplets and you were now laying back down next to Jack who was lightly snoring in your ear.

“Jack?”

Silence.

“Jackman?”

“Hmm?”

“I feel as though they aren’t going to stop unless I publicly call them out.”

Now that got his attention as he opened his eyes to look over at you.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“It looks like I’m coming back from my hiatus a little early.”

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y/ninsta: did yall miss me?

all I was trying to do is mind my business, but these bitches got me fucked up. I deserve everything that I muthafuckin have and I'll be damned if someone says something otherwise

PSA: TRUST NO BITCH

p.s. danivalentine and djdrama this shit is for yall. FUCK YOU AND FUCK GENERATION NOW! I DON'T OWE YALL SHIT!

disrespectfully yours,

YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER

jackharlow: let them know Mrs. Harlow 😤

y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm at the corner of fuck around with the Harlows and find out 😤

druski2funny: YOU KILLED THIS SHIT MAMAS! HAPPY YOU'RE BACK!

y/ninsta: druski2funny thank you boo, definitely missed it. this is just the beginning

saweetie: GO BEST FRIEND GOOOOOOO!!!!!

y/ninsta: saweetie stepping on fucking necks. I'm done playing with these bitches

urbanwyatt: both my best friends got to this point because of how talented they both are and nothing else

jackharlow: urbanwyatt REAL ONES KNOW

softtcurse: I'll jump they asses. just say the word

y/ninsta: softtcurse thank you for always having my back

yungskylark: SHE'S BACKKKKKKK!!!!!

y/ninsta: yungskylark LIKE I NEVER LEFT!!!!!

shloob_: THE DROUGHT IS OVER! I REPEAT THE DROUGHT IS OVER!

y/ninsta: shloob_ they NOT ready

privategarden: OUR QUEEN HAS RETURNED!!!!!!

y/ninsta: privategarden villian era loading

quiiso: FUCK IT UPPPP!

y/ninsta: I need a milkshake after that!

blancaaahood: uh oh. they got my girl mad now. rest in peace in advance

claybornharlow: little baby approved!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow thank you for producing this. love you.

jessicakelce: you got another thing coming to even think you can fuck my girl over and get away with it smh

theestallion: they need to stop playing with my girl. we got your back baby!

lilnasx: one thing I am NEVER going to understand is why you gonna go and piss off the first lady. damn it's quadruple homicide at this point

y/ninsta: lilnasx and they asses learned the hard way

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Good night to the following people:

@maggiemayhemnj I unlocked a new form: menace. Dabbled in some poetry. Reveled in some flannel speak - good times. 🧡

@lady-bess You’ll see this when you wake up. Have a good day sugar plum. I’ll endeavor to send you at least one sweat inducing message tomorrow. 🥵

@morallyinept As always, you’re a dream and a treat. I have to catch up on all your things. You stay putting out, I need to sop it all up with a biscuit. 💦

@trulybetty I am going to watch Road House and share my notes. You made valentine prompts look very easy with your skillful writing. I’m struggling to keep up, your stamina is uncanny. 😘

@legendary-pink-dot Still waiting for the menu to open. I’m dancing outside the cafe peeping through the window. Heavy breathing. 😮‍💨

@604to647 Like I said, Din is very happy for what he receives, we are happy to give it to him. This is the Way. Also you’re very sweet. 🤭

@pedroshotwifey So happy you’re back! I’m looking forward to chapter 10 even though I’m heavily concerned for the reader. 👀 But I need to know what happens. 🤔

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings I’ll pin you down and write you a sweat inducing Drabble with our trash panda. Because you’re cool too. Ask @lady-bess and @maggiemayhemnj 🥸

@for-a-longlongtime I thank your for shirtless Din. I’m in a Din vortex you and @immarocketman are contributing to this visually and I appreciate the both of you. 🥹☺️

Tonight’s been an awesome night. I messed around with some blerbs and mini-drabbles? Whatever I did and was up in people’s comments. 😆

I’m actually sleepy, a rarity. 😴

Goodnight, Nerdie loves ya! 💖

#good night #to my friends #and moots #I had fun and am actually sleepy #drabbles #menace #oddities #Nerdie with her brand of comedy #might be a brand by now #gotta read more of their stuff #all of their stuff

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exist4me · 1 year

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Something New

HAPPY VALENTINES GUYS💖💖💖I love and appreciate all of you please enjoy this blurb.😘😊

wc:410

warnings: blindfolds, tied up, creampie, (let me know what I miss).

"P-please...baby move... just do anything." He whines out underneath you. His fists tightly balled, tied against the bedpost, trying so hard to follow your commands and not move. You clench around his hard cock causing his whimpers to fill the room.

"Honey, be a good boy and wait. Who's in charge tonight? Hmm?" You asked mockingly.

"You-" Before he could continue his answer, you grind your hips on him feeling him deeper than ever before in you causing him to cry out inaudible words. He’s a rambling mess under you, begging and crying out for you. This is a powerful feeling you could get used to.

"Fuck honey you feel so good" you moaned riding him faster.

It was Valentine's day and you both thought it was the perfect time to try new things in bed. Your boyfriend was currently tied up in bed and blindfolded as you grind above them.

Your slick wet bodies rub together as you press your tits onto his chest, bouncing up and down his fat cock. The slightest movement made the bed creek and bump into the wall.

"I- fuck baby i-i-I’m gonna cum..." He whines out to you, his hips involuntarily jerking up into you.

"I'm not stopping you, honey. Cum in my pussy...fill me up" you pant breathing heavily into his ears. He feels every touch multiply, he feels your hard nipples rub against his, your pussy clenching him, milking him for all his cum, he feels your warmth on him. He loves this. He's so close you could feel it, there is drool at the side of his mouth from all the moaning and noise he's making. Your baby is pussy drunk.

You place your hands on his chest continuing to bounce on him. His cock twitches inside your tight hole.

"Fffuck...baby take my cum. Take everything I have" He cries out as he comes undone. You feel ropes of his warm cum paint your walls. You clench and slowly grind your hips, riding him through his entire orgasm.

"Baby...please it's too much" He whines from the overstimulation. You leave his semi-hard cock inside you as you untie him from the bed. You slowly take off his blindfold. Adjusting to the light and the intense orgasm he just experienced, his eyes droopy as he happily smiles at you.

"You did so well honey. You were such a good boy" You said leaving kisses all over his face.

He sighed dreamily "happy valentine's day baby."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #nanami kento x reader #female reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #black!reader #konig x reader

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jawabear · 1 year

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V day gifts for us both

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/n: happy valentines to my love, Kyle. God he’s so hot. i think today is pointless but it makes for good prompts i guess. so heres a filthy kyle smut because i want his cute little ass all to myself.

Genre: S M U T

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Switch!Kyle, switch!reader, dom/sub themes, anal, pegging, toys, 69 position, face sitting, overstimulation, mention of eating, slight sir kink, ma'am kink, pet names, begging

Summary: An innocent date night turns to something far from being innocent...

Kyle💕💕

Dress up nice for me baby. See you at 7 😘😘

It was a somewhat ominous message to receive from your boyfriend when you took into account the fact he had been gone all day. He left early only saying he would message you later, he did that at least, but there was no other information presented to you.

You had been pondering the message all day since then. He didn’t reply to your messages, he didn’t even see them. It worried you a little but you knew he wouldn’t let you down. He would see you at 7.

You clock watched as you got ready. Putting on a small bit of make-up and one of his favourite outfits of his. It was probably the nicest one you owned so it certainly first the dress code he gave you. But it was at this point, as you looked over yourself in the mirror, that your stomach began to churn nervously. You didn’t know why. You had been out with him many times before. He was your boyfriend for god sake. But you were nervous about why he had made this date.

It wasn’t an anniversary, not one that you knew of anyway. It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t yours. Maybe ti was something to do with work? Had he been ranked up? Given a medal or something? However, on second thought, Gaz was known in your relationship to spring random date nights on you for no apparent reason. This was most likely one of them.

You let out a breath and nodded to yourself, happy with the choice of outfit and moved out to the living room where you sat and waited. Wait to see him at 7. Your eyes couldn’t move from the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Your leg bouncing nervously and your hands wringing together.

“Stop it (Y/N)” you said to yourself “its just a date. Its Kyle”

With that, a knock sounded at the door. You checked back at the clock after having looked away for a split second to scold yourself. Sure enough, it read 7pm. You stood from the sofa and brushed over your outfit to straighten it out. You let out another breath and walked to the door.

Opening the door was like opening up a present. That present being the most handsome, beautiful man in the world standing there looking sharp as ever. He had gone for a black turtle neck shirt and a gorgeous navy blue suit jacket and trousers. It was a tight fit on him and perfectly excentuated his arms.

“Wow” he let out a low whistle as he looked you up and down “you really got my message babe”

“You like it?” You asked him.

“You know I do” he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now you compliment me. I tried hard to pull this together”

“You’ve worn it before”

“I have not” he feigned hurt “I just have one very very similar. So similar its almost the same”

You chuckled and ran you hands over the smooth fabric of the blazer. “You look amazing, Kyle. You always do though”

He kissed you again. And again. And just once more before offering his arm to you “shall we, my love?”

“We shall” you smiled.

“So,” you began as you took a sip of your drink “are you planning on telling me what this is all about?”

“Am I not allowed to spend time with my lovely lady?”

“You are, but I feel like this time there is a reason”

“Alright, you caught me” he held his hands above his head “I’m not going to be here fro valentines this year so thought we could do something now. Have a special night together”

“Kyle” you smiled “that’s sweet. But you know I don’t care about valentines day”

“I know but doesn’t mean I can’t treat you to a nice meal and make you feel special” he smiled a little sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. Is it too much?”

“No” you smile as you reached over the table to grab his hand in yours. “No Kyle, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re so sweet to do this. I love you so much”

“I love you too babe” he leaned over the table and pressed a long kiss to your lips. He didn’t care that you were in a busy restaurant, right next to the window where anyone could walk past and see him. He never cared. He wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved you.

You felt like a school girl when he sat back down, giggling like a maniac. He had such a hold over you, making you feel giddy after every kiss he gave you. Gaz laughed too and sipped at his drink. He picked up his knife and fork again to eat and pointed the fork to your plate.

“Eat up babe, you’ll need your energy for tonight” he shot you a wink making your cheeks flush. You and Gaz had had many bedroom adventures. Perhaps having done almost everything sexual you could imagine. So at this point it was just a question of which of your favoured activities would you be embarking in tonight?

The anticipation of that always made you crazy with arousal. “Do I get a hint?”

“Do you ever?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. No was the answer. He never gave anything away. That just made it all the more mind blowing.

“I thought that as it was a special night, you could make an acceptation?” You lifted your foot to stroke lightly up and down his leg. He shot you a look and whipped his head around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking “oh, so now you’re concerned about the public?”

“I just don’t want them to see my cock hard for you babe” you let out a chuckle.

“Good point. Thats only for me isn’t it” you shifted in your seat and moved your hands under the table to pull down your damp panties. You bunched them up in your hand. “And this is only for you” you took his hand again and gave him your panties.

He tried not to moan. A strangled nose falling from his lips as he shoved them into his pocket. “You little minx. We still have dessert to go yet” he whisper yelled to you.

“I know what you want for dessert and now you have easy access” you shot him a cheeky wink and moved your foot up to his crotch and rubbed against his erection. He gripped his fork tightly and tried his hardest not to react. You had done public sex before so this teasing was nothing new. But it still lit a fire between you both. Desire was burning in your stomach.

“You’re lucky this day is about you”

“Or what?” You challenged.

“Or I’d drag you out of this place back home and fuck you until the sun comes up”

You leaned forwards on the table, you elbows pressed against the white cloth covering the dark wood. “Who’s to say that isn’t what I want?” You whispered.

Gaz growled and stormed off to the bar to pay for the meal before whisking you out of the restaurant and back home where he was prepared to fuck you until the sun came up.

You continued to tease him in the car. Touching at his string yet sensitive thigh, ghosting your fingers over his cock making him twitch as shift in his seat. He gripped the steering wheel the way you wished he would grab your throat as he fucked you. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip. You hand slipping between your legs, you needed a release from the pent up arousal.

But Kyle grabbed your wrist and gave you a dark look. The dark, devious look only made more clear by the red traffic light reflecting in his eyes. “That is my pussy to touch. Keep your hands away from it” his voice matched the look in his eyes and it made you moan.

“Y-yes sir” you panted. “Sorry sir”

“We’re nearly home. Be a good girl for me until then”

“Yes. I will sir. I’ll be good”

“I know you will”

You were both laughing like love sick teenagers when you entered your shared flat. He pulled you up the stairs by you hand, both of you laughing the entire time. His lips found yours immediately when you got inside and he kicked the door shut hearing it lock as he did.

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart” you whispered against his lips as he stroked up and down your hips.

“My pleasure” he replied “but the night isn’t over yet. I have something for you” he gave you one last long kiss and pulled you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.

He rummaged through his top draw and pulled out a small black box with a silver ribbon tied in what you assumed was a bow. Kyle was never very good at wrapping or tying bows, but your heart swelled at his attempts. You smiled as he handed it to you.

“What’s this?” You asked shaking the box and heard a rattling inside.

“A gift. Open it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you with dark eye. That made your heart flutter. So it was something to use in the bedroom. You knew that look. You knew his tells.

You carefully undid the ribbon and placed it to the side and lifted the lid to the box. Your cheeks heated a little when you saw the silver vibrator laying there. “Kyle…” you muttered. It was embarrassing to say the least. You already had that one. He had gotten you it as a gift once before. But you supposed that you had some many toys between you that it was easy to loose track of who had what.

“I know you have it” he said quickly, reading your mind like he usually did “It’s…it’s for me really. You to use it on me. Thought I’d be cheesy and get one to match. I know its one of your favourites, I want to see what the fuss is about. Size up my competition”

It may have been a weird thing for him to remember. He didn’t know your favourite colour but could pick out your favourite sex toy blindfolded and wear ski gloves (he has done this before. It was a weird night). But it was endearing in a strange way. It showed how much he valued your pleasure.

“You mean I get to play with your ass tonight?” You smirked as you held the silver bullet in your hand in front of his face. He swallowed and looked at it. Clearly picturing all the things he wanted you to do with it.

“Yeah…” he breathed. He tugged at his trousers, clearly regretting his choice of tight fit. The fit only getting tighter with every passing moment. He was already hard from earlier but now it was rock solid.

You turned on the vibrator and brought it down to rest against his crotch. “Ah fuck” he moaned. The moan turned into a laugh “I can see why you like it so much. Shit babe”

“It gets better. Trust me” you smiled and kissed him while rubbing the vibe over his crotch. He moaned and whimpered into your mouth and bucked his hips chasing his pleasure.

But you pulled it away and he almost sobbed. “Fuck you” he muttered mindlessly making you laugh.

“Soon” you soothe to him as you stand and rid yourself of your clothes. He gapped at you like a fish out of water. Mouth hung open as he stared at your now naked body. He had seen it countless times but it never failed to make him crazy.

He was quick to take off his own clothes now leaving the two of you completely bare to each other. He leaned in for a kiss but you backed away. He chased after you lips and you grabbed his throbbing cock. “Fuck!” He yelled holding onto your shoulders to stop his knees from giving out.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” You cooed to him as you gently rubbed his length.

He panted a few times before nodding his head “yes ma’am. I will be a good boy”

You granted him a kiss he was desperate for and pushed him to the bed. “On your knees then. Present that pretty ass for me” he swallowed and got on all fours. His back arching as he pressed his chest to the bed, his ass in the air.

You got behind him and trailed your fingers up the back of his thighs making him whimper into the pillow. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. How he was the one who was so ready to fuck you senseless only for him to be the one being fucked.

You stroked a hand over his tight hole watching it clench at the contact. You spat on it and lubed it up before slowly pushing a finger inside him. He whined your name into the pillow as he thrust his hips back, wanting more. You add a second finger and allow him to fuck himself back onto them for a moment.

Whilst he was doing that, you turned on the vibrator and dragged it over his cock. His hips stuttered and he moaned loudly. You chuckled a little and rubbed it over his length a few more times. Watching the pre come leak from the tip.

“You’re so pretty, Kyle” you smiled down at him even though he couldn’t see you. “Such a pretty cock. And a pretty little ass” you curled your fingers inside him and he all but screamed into the pillow. “That feel good baby?” You spoke in a patronising way, almost like cooing at a baby.

“Yes!” He yelled “feels so good ma’am! Please! Please want more!”

You pulled out you fingers and circled the vibrator around his pulsing hole. “You want this?” You asked. You squeezed his ass cheek and he groaned.

“Yes! Yes! Please! Please put it in” he begged. You complied. Slowly sinking the silver vibe into his ass. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He swore repeatedly at the stretch and the vibrations racking though his body. Once it was fully inside him you pressed a kiss to it and pulled back.

“Good boy” you praised. You flipped him over so he was on his back and crawled on top of him “what now then?” You asked as you stroked over his heated cheeks. “Do I not get a reward for being so kind to you?”

He whined and nodded “S-Sit on my face. Please” your eyes lit up at his words and you wasted no time in climbing onto your new seat. You turned so you could see his twitching cock, you knew you would end up sucking at it soon so best to be in the right position for it.

Kyle lifted his shaking hands to hold your hips down as you sat on his mouth. He eagerly began to suck and lick at you soaked pussy and you moaned. “That’s it” you praised him, your hands running over his toned chest. “Good boy” he whimpered and thrust his hips up against nothing.

You stared at his cock, leaking on his stomach, angers read and twitching like hell. It looked so pretty. So desperate to be touched. You could hear the vibrator in his ass. It was rattling his body, making him shake and tremble underneath you. But if it was too much he didn’t let on about it. He keep happily sucking at your pussy while the vibe destroyed him in the most delicious way.

“You want me to touch your cock?” You asked him, your hands inching closer to his aching cock. He nodded his head quickly, his tongue still lapping at your pussy. “Use your words”

He shifted on the bed “yes, please touch my cock! I need it ma’am! Please!” He bucked his hips into the air again, his cock slapping against his abdomen.

You smiled and took his dick in your hand giving it long slow strokes up and down. Up and down. “Oh fuck! Yes!” He cried against your folds. “Feels so good!”

You picked up your pace, you could feel your own climax ramping up in your stomach. You rolled your hips on his tongue. The slurping noises were vulgar but such a turn on for you both. “Gonna come baby” you sighed, your hand twisting around his cock. Kyle bucked his hips wildly into your hand, he was close too. He had been close for a while but holding back for this very moment. “Come with me. Come with me baby” you rolled your hips faster to match his and you came. You cried out his name as you trembled and watched as he too was a wreck under you.

Shooting loads of hot come onto his chest and your hand as he came, moaning and whimpering into you pulsing folds. His body writhed as he struggled for breath, the vibrator still rattling his bones. You tried to get off him to let home breathe but he pulled you back down. “N-No ma’am. Come again. Please” he begged sucking at your clit. You were so turned on by destroying his body that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came a second time for him.

His cock was still leaking come. His hips struggling to stay still. “In that case…” your voice trailed off as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth. He bellowed out your name, his head falling back against the pillow. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs.

“(Y/N)!” He cried “please! I’m so sensitive!” You pulled off him briefly.

“Do you want me to stop?” You smirked already knowing the answer.

“No! Please! Make me come again. Oh god it feels so good” he groaned “your mouth is so perfect babe”

“Your cock was made for my mouth baby. You were made for me”

He came.

It was unexpected but your hot words made him crazy. His head was spinning as he came. His mouth hanging open and panting against your pussy. You weren’t particularly made that he had forgotten to make you come a second time. Seeing him in this state was more than enough to tide you over until you fucked him. Because you would be the one fucking him.

“Good boy” you kissed his cock and got off the bed. The vibe still purred inside him. He loved the overstimulation though. It was one of the things he enjoyed most in bed. He didn’t know why though.

You rattled around in the sex toy draw you both shared and pulled out his favoured strap on. The silicone dick had more girth than length, he loved the stretch. But it was the perfect length and the perfect curve to hit his prostate with every thrust.

You looked over your shoulder at him on the bed. Spread out like a meal for you, his dick still twitching. His mouth hanging out and face heated. “Keep riding that pleasure baby” you cooed to him as you put on the strap. “Makes the next part easier”

He managed to lift his head and you saw his eyes light up when they landed on the plastic dick. “Oh fuck. Yes!” He crawled to his knees and to you.

“You want to get it ready for me?” You smirked. He nodded and took it into his mouth, coating it with saliva. It was soaked with his spit when he pulled it out of his hot mouth. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him. Your beautiful boyfriend.

You tilted his chin up and pulled his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, a giddy smile on his face.

“I love you so much Kyle. I’m so lucky to have you” you whispered as you ran a finger down his cheek.

“I love you too babe” he whispered “I don’t deserve you”

“Yes you do. You deserve the world”

“You are my world” you could’ve cried but you had ti stay in character. You would cry later during after care while you told him how much you loved him over and over again.

You kissed him again and pushed him down to the bed. You spread his legs and pulled out the vibrator. You turned it off and tossed it else where in the room, filling his ass again with the dick. He gripped the sheets and arched his back off the bed. “Fuck me” he whimpered “fuck me hard”

“Of course” you leaned over him and grabbed the headboard before drilling your hips into him. The headboard banging against the wall, no doubt you would get complaints from you neighbours. Again. But you didn’t care. You were too caught up in the sounds of his moans to care about anything else other than him.

Kyle looked up at you with pleasing eyes. Neither of you knew what he was begging for but it made your heart flutter. He was so damn adorable. “You’re beautiful” he whispered as he wrapped his legs around your waist urging you to go faster. Deeper. Harder. “So beautiful. Gonna make me come again. Fuck I’m going to come!”

His head rolled back to the pillow and he lifted his hands to grab your sides, fingertips digging into your flesh. “Come for me Kyle. Come for me”

It didn’t take long to pull him over the edge for the third time that night. You slowed your hips and carefully pulled out of his abused hole. It fluttered around nothing as he came down from the intense high. You stoked over his body to soothe him until his breathing went back to normal and his body was melted into the covers of the bed. “How was that?” You asked him quietly.

“So good babe” he sighed with a lazy smile on his face. “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you”

“I already told you” you lay on top of his chest “you deserve the world”

“And I told you” he trailed a hand up your back “you are my world”

“Then you do deserve me” you kissed him. A soft quick kiss but conveyed all the emotion you could muster. He hummed into the kiss and moved his hand to your hair.

“And you deserve to come again” he pulled your head back by your hair and licked up the expanse of your neck. “How do you want me to do it?” He asked “you want my mouth again? My fingers? My cock?”

The roles were reversed now. It was his turn to have some fun. “What do you want to do?” You asked him.

He growled against your neck “I want to fuck your pussy with my cock. Give you the same bliss you gave me” you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips as he flipped you onto your back and yanked off the strap on. He tossed it to the floor and spread your legs. “I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you” he spoke directly to your pussy. It fluttered in response. You felt him nudge your soaked fold with the head of his dick before he easily sunk in. “Thats it babe. Such a perfect little pussy. Made for me”

“Yes” you gasp as he began thrusting into you. Long hard thrusts inside you. Oh it felt so good. He always knew just how to fuck you. He brought a hand down to rub quick sharp circles on your clit. You moaned and raised your hips off the bed, you could already feel your orgasm building. “All for you”

“Damn right. This pussy is mine. All of you is mine” he leaned over yo and picked up his pace. “You’re fucking mine”

“Yes! Yes sir! All for you! Only for you!” You clawed at his back and he groaned, slamming his dick into you and hitting your sweet spot each time. “Yes! Please! Make me come! I’m so close!”

“Come baby. Come all over my cock like a good little girl” his voice was a low growl and he dropped his head to your neck to bit and suck at your skin pulling you over the edge, your hips bucking against his as he fucked you through your climax. “Good girl. Such a good little girl for me” your wall clenched around his cock and pulled his own orgasm from him. His mind completely blank and his cock spent.

He slowed his hips but didn’t pull out. He fell on your chest and you stroked over his sweaty skin. “H-How was that?” He panted.

“Perfect” you whispered with a dazed smile. “I love you so much Kyle”

“I know” he kissed your chest “I love you too. More than anything. I’m going to miss you when I leave”

“Lets not think about that right now. I just want to lay here with you”

“Okay” he said and practically curled against you. “Happy Valentines day, my love”

“Happy Valentines day sweetheart” you smiled and kissed his head.

14/2/23

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