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dilfl0v3rss · 11 months

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So BOOM the readers at a party. She a little tipsy and some girl bump into her. The reader like oh bitches can’t say excuse me. Ony trying to de- escalate the situation. Also sorry if your ask are closed. I couldn’t find anything on your page to tell me if they are.

when it came to parties ony picked and chose when he would and wouldn’t agree with you going, unless he was going himself. it wasn’t very often when your boyfriend would go to parties, but since he successfully made a big drop the previous night he thought it’d be nice to go out and enjoy himself at a party as a regular nigga and not a drug dealer.

“lemme tell you sum” his deep voice rang in your diamond stud covered ears. before he could let you out of the car, ony always made sure to let you know what it was before letting you go inside with him. “you know the rules, when you go to the bathroom give me your cup. don’t be drinking too much, and act like you got a head on those pretty shoulders, aight?” you nodded your head before leaning over the center console and giving him a sloppy kiss.

it didn’t take thirty minutes before sasha had you taking shot after shot. the slight buzz from the alcohol making your words a little slurred as you sung. “sex wit me s’amazinggggg!” you yelled along to rihanna, dancing all over sasha to the beat of the song. of course she didn’t stop you, but once ony saw you he knew it was time to take that cup away. “hol on man, i gotta go get my baby” he mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the middle of the floor.

ony was having a really good night, the weight of working finally lifted off his shoulders as he smiled while walking towards you. as your eyes met his you squealed, excitedly skipping towards him before continuing your dance on him. “hey pretty girl. how much you had t’drink?” you were still sober to the point where you knew you had three shots and a couple sips of jungle juice, smiling as you went on your tippy toes for a quick kiss. “not t’much i promise daddy”

ony smiled at the pet name, knowing your decorum was disintegrating along with your sobriety. “that’s good let me know when-” “i gotta pee papa!” you whisper yelled, but ony heard you, giving you a soft smile before taking your hand and walking towards the bathroom. you didn’t even take three steps before your hand was yanked from his as some random bitch bumped into you. ony thought nothing of it, reconnecting his hand with yours before trying to continue his journey.

“bitches is mute now? cant say excuse me?” your giggly attitude instantly replaced with anger as you stared the girl down. she whipped her head around, getting ready to say something smart. “who the fuck you calling a bitch?” ony knew you weren’t a girl who liked to argue so as soon as he saw you moving your bag off your shoulder he butted in. “unt uhh unt uhh we not doing that” he said. before you could handle your business, your movements were stopped by his tattooed arm on your waist.

“yeaa put that one on a leash” the girl giggled as she watched you try to move his arm so you can really show her what’s good. ony knew how you got when you were tipsy and was more than a hundred percent sure you could whoop this girl’s ass, but he was always against you fighting. but though that is true, he didn’t play about how people talked to or about you either. “man watch your mouth and go on somewhere. m’tryna keep her from fucking you up and you making it hard for me to want to.”

“and you, calm your little ass down for i take you to the bathroom for sum else” his deep voice made your eyes snap up towards his. stern look making your stomach get butterflies, but you feigned indifference. you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to the bathroom, mumbling something along the lines of “you lucky bitch” as you turned around.

as soon as you got to the bathroom he turned your body towards his, hand on your ass while he gave you a stern look. your eyes widened as you looked up at your now mildly pissed off boyfriend. “what i say in the car huh? you not being good ma.” he said softly. ony knew you can get a little emotional when you drank so he made sure to be as delicate as possible right now.

a pout formed on your face, eyes getting a little watery from the affects of the alcohol. like he figured, your emotions were all over the place. “s-she bumbed int’me firsttt” ony already knew you were getting ready to cry so he chose not to push the subject any further, giving you a few short pecks “sh sh sh s’okay baby i’m not mad at you. gon head and pee so you can go have fun okay?” he let you go to handle you business, sighing in relief when he seen your smile grow back on your face. he hated when you cried.

after you finished and washed your hands you went to go open the door, but ony stopped you, placing his tattooed hand on top of yours before speaking lowly to you. “you gon be good when you go back out there right? don’t wanna have to embarrass you” his words traveled straight to your panties, making you quickly nod your head as a reply. “speak up mama. you gon be good?” he turned your body around, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes clearly. “i’ll be good” a smirk crept onto his face, gold grills peeking at you before he left a light kiss on your lips. free hand gripping your ass as he spoke.

“you better”

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #aot #onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon aot #onyankopon x black y/n

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fake-bleach · 4 months

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million dollar man | derek danforth x reader

summary: Derek Danforth takes great pleasure in paying for your company and your company only. He’s also a grade A asshole, who doesn't know how to take no for an answer. You come to him on a strict schedule, and, usually, he respects your life aside from him. But, for some reason, you can’t ever seem to get a hold of an evening with your friends without his intrusions. Corrupted with need, Derek persuades you to come to him with an offer of something.. more. Something that he knows will get your attention. What happens when the night ends in a way you wouldn't possibly expect?

word count: 3k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), slight spoilers for "the beekeeper", reader's a broke college student, substance use (reader & derek smoke a joint and get high), (that's the "more" in the summary if that matters to anyone btw), use of pet names (baby, babe), derek's an asshole and a bit toxic (as expected), maybe ooc derek but? in a way, reader makes derek want to be better, a bittt of angst but it's worth it i promise, kissing, yeaa i think that's it, part 2 will have smut ofc!, this is kinda all over the place but i hope it makes sense lmfaoo

authors note: hi! i've been so so occupied w/ college, so i apologize sincerely for my sudden, longgg hiatus :') i miss writing all of the time </3 but, i saw the beekeeper on saturday and felt the need to write again! i've been super into jhutch for the past few months, so i hope you guys enjoy this one <3 part two should be coming asap :) so, consider this my brief comeback? but not really? i'm unpredictable

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Being one of the girls Derek Danforth keeps around, you’re bound to deal with some of the bullshit that comes along with it.

But unbeknownst to you, he likes you a little more than he'd like to admit.

He hasn't seen any of the others in weeks now, his mind only occupied with his thoughts of you and when you're not around. And when you're actually with him, paying for the pleasures of your company, he can't help but want more from you when he knows that's beyond your limits.

It's simple, really.

He's a lonely man, and he knows that; knows that his personality is hard to swallow and tolerate. Knows it's pathetic that all he can do is pay for people to actually stick around.

But, there's only so much a lonely man can take.

So, that's when he starts seeing you, exclusively, ‘cause to be fair? You’re the only one who’s bothered to stay by his side for this long.

The only one who’s ever made him feel.. something.

It’s been a few months now since you started seeing Derek. The first few visits from you immediately captured his attention; your disposition being unlike any he's ever encountered before.

Being surrounded by other like-minded people such as himself, it's safe to say that it's all he's ever known. The rich and prosperous life that everyone else around him has. The ability to get anything he wants in a blink of an eye, regardless of what it was, extravagant or not.

You on the other hand? It wasn't so easy.

Maybe it was because you were so hard to get. Maybe it was because he liked the challenge.

He didn't know why he was so captivated by you. But, what he did know was the fact that he needed to.

"Hey, I know we said next week, but I need you here now."

Derek had called you, urgently as it seemed while you were out. Despite the heads up you gave him about your upcoming plans the last time you saw each other, he didn't care, and that was something you were already preparing for.

"Derek, I told you: I can't do today. We agreed that it was fine." You spoke directly into the phone, walking away from your friends at the club you were at to a quieter area; away from the deafening music that shook every inch of the perimeter.

"Are you at a club right now?"

You sighed exasperatedly, the irritation in your tone evident as you reached an empty corridor near the bathroom, body leaning against the wall. "Yes, Derek, did I have to specify my plans to you as well?"

He let out a small laugh that made you stiffen, throat tightening.

"What's with the attitude, baby? It was a harmless fuckin' question."

You were used to this with him; the casual swearing, the way he spoke to you. It was nothing new, and everything you had already adapted to.

But, God, did it annoy the fuck out of you sometimes.

"No attitude. Just wondering why the hell you need me on my day off. I'm having some fun here, is that a problem?"

"Without me? 'Course it is," He exclaimed, his voice giving off his arrogance, "Why have fun there when you could be doin' that with me here?"

You swallowed sharply and licked your bottom lip, looking up and around you as you shook your head, hesitant on his inquiry. "I don't know, Derek.. I, I'm with my friends. Promised I'd be here tonight.." You paused, "They think I 'see you too much' already, y'know?"

"Fuck what your friends think. Come on, come see me, baby. I'll make it worth your while."

He was desperate, you could tell that much.

You rolled your eyes at that, your declaration already evoking his direct persuasions. "And how would you do that, Mr. Danforth?" You teased, "You know I don't play that shit with you."

He sighed into the phone, "Got something better then. You wanna relax, clear your head a bit? Fuck, I got it all for you," He implied what you thought he did, a slight weak spot that you didn't mind partaking in once in awhile.

He knew you were stressed with college, hence why you took this job in the first place; to ease the expenses you had to deal with. He also knew what you liked.

Still, who were you if one measly opportunity to get high bought you out?

"..And?" The word trailed off your tongue, drawing it out.

"I'll pay double tonight."

Too easy. "Fine."

You straightened yourself out, preparing to make up some lousy excuse to your friends of your departure. One that you knew they'd easily figure out.

"Text me the address."

Done. You heard the ding from the speaker of his phone alert him.

"Sending a car your way. Be out in 15."

You were intrigued by Derek.

Despite how much of an asshole he was, despite the privileged life that he's been able to live; the complete opposite of what you had been given.. you were intrigued by him.

The way he ticked, the way he carried himself.

The way everyone knew so much but so little about the President's son.

You almost felt special that his desires laid with you.

The roads that grew mundane to you towards Derek's estate made your heart race, the familiarity of it all still feeling so unbelievable to fathom.

You weren't like him; you were nothing like him. So, how in the hell did you get in this position?

The abrupt stop of the car you were in snapped you out of your head, and one of the workers Derek had around opened the door for you.

"Welcome back. Mr. Danforth has been waiting for you."

You smiled at the man and nodded, thanking him gracefully as you were led into the absurdly large residence you were still foreign to.

Before you could latch your eyes onto the man expecting you, his voice introduced himself into the room first, capturing your gaze.

"There's my girl. About time." Derek spoke loudly, and proudly at that, rushing towards you eagerly. He wore a blue suit with a cheetah print button up just underneath it, and you couldn't help but admit how nice it looked on him. His outfits could be outrageous at times, but it just worked with him.

You laughed at his remark. "I saw you two days ago, Derek."

He shook his head, grinning as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. An affectionate gesture that you agreed to in your early days with him. "Two days, too long."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a small side hug, feeling a bit more eased at his calm demeanor. It seemed like he was completely different from the Derek you spoke to on the phone. Maybe he really did just need to see you.

But you? You had no idea why he chose you.

"Well, I'm here now.. What are you gonna do with me?" You tantalized, wanting to fuck with him as much as you could. The rules you set for yourself kept him in check, but you couldn't deny how fun it was to see him squirm.

You were confident, and you knew it. You knew he wanted you. But, you knew your worth, too. You weren't going to be so easy.

At least, not unless it was on your own circumstances.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on your lower back, beginning to lead you towards the abundant living room that he had all to himself. Matter of fact, he had the entire place to himself.

He glanced at your face as you took your steps, explaining himself clearly, "Just what you agreed to, baby. Got what you want right here." He took his hand off of you, walking towards the elegant box on the sofa table that he quickly opened up.

Pulling out something small, he lifted it up to you, revealing the perfectly rolled up joint that put a slight smirk on your face.

Well, here we fucking go.

"You're staying true to your word, Danforth. Just what I like to see," You commented, walking up to him, "Well, don't keep me waiting."

He shook his head and scoffed lightly, "Get comfortable, then."

He sat on the couch and patted next to him, and you followed right along, the lighter suddenly in his hand igniting to present the orange flame that flickered in your eyes.

He placed the joint in between his lips, lighter hovering above the end of it as it makes that familiar sound, papered edges burning crisp. He takes a drag of it, shutting his eyes as he lets the smoke fill his mouth before inhaling it into his lungs. A familiar warmth already seeping into the environment around you.

Without a second to waste, he urges you to come closer, muttering out a, "C'mere baby," before he places the tip of the joint in between your lips for you.

You quickly take the chance to take a drag yourself, repeating his every move as you shut your eyes blissfully, the herbal scent of it filling your nose from Derek's own smoke escaping his mouth.

"Yeah," He draws out, "There you go," He mutters as he watches you intently, taking in your hazy state as you evidently begin to relax. "Feels good?"

You swallow as you flutter your eyes back open to him, slight butterflies spreading to your stomach.

..That was the weed. Not him. Definitely not him.

You just nodded as he pulled it away from you, sleekly mustering out, "Great. Feeling better already."

He smirked at you and cocked his head, "Already? We're just gettin' started, babe."

You huffed and leaned back against the couch, getting yourself more comfortable as you shook your head, "Alright, Mr. Professional over here. I don't smoke as much as you, you know that." You sighed.

"I know, I know, m' just fucking with you. Besides, you got me here now, anyways," He teased, scooting a bit closer to you, "C'mon, open up." He urged you, taking another drag coolly, eyes stuck on you.

You quickly listened, lips parting to open wide, expecting the sudden smoke that filled the air to hit you. He blew it out in your face, making you giggle from the feeling as your lungs took it in.

He licked his lips as his gaze lingered on yours, lips slowly closing shut as your body increasingly felt lighter, the substance overwhelming your foggy brain.

The more the seconds passed, the more his eyes darkened, consuming you completely.

A part of you couldn’t help but like it.

There was something so sensual about it. You knew that; there was no denying it. And maybe it was the weed too, but fuck, did it feel good with him right now.

Right now, Derek Danforth was not the condescending asshole that you occasionally dreaded being around.

Right now, Derek Danforth was slowly becoming the one thing that you craved the most.

Fuck, it really was the weed.

"Give me that." You distracted yourself from your heavy thoughts, reaching for the joint in between his fingers. He handed it to you and leaned back against the couch himself, body angled to face you entirely.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, and now, it was you who was bound to squirm.

You avoided his gaze, taking one last drag before giving it back to him eagerly. There was only so much you could take, and normally you'd want more, but you couldn't help but fear the possibility of any more of it multiplying these thoughts of him.

The feelings that you continuously needed to deny.

Your eyes locked onto the center table just in front of you, suddenly feeling incredibly curious about the intricately built legs that screamed wealth.

Now, he obviously wasn't as high as you, because the next thing that leaves his mouth sounds a bit too coherent for him to be.

"Don't know how you went this long without me."

Your head snapped to him at that, stomach suddenly tightening with confusion at his words. A direct, accusative statement you couldn't have possibly expected to hear from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just.. with college, with this, with experiences like this.. You need me. Obviously." He exclaimed confidently, as if you should’ve known that already.

There he was. The asshole.

You sharply inhaled, scoffing as you shook your head, staring down at your lap. Your hazy mind can't even help you form words, except for the one phrase that doesn’t do your defense any justice.

"I don't.. I don't need you." The tone of it is light, gentle as it rolls off your tongue, and you hate that you're not in the right headspace for this right now.

He laughs at that. The same laugh that always makes you stiffen, freezing in your place.

"You don't.. you don't need me?" He mocks you as he takes another drag from the joint, putting it out on the ashtray in front of him, "Everybody needs someone, baby.. You shouldn't try so hard to deny that." He taunts you, and you know that it's what he wants from you.

For you to lash out. For you to show him any ounce of vulnerability that you've managed to keep composed since this relationship began.

"Especially not from someone who treats you so.. Right." He whispers out, almost grimly as he leans in closer to you, face merely inches away.

You slowly turn your head now, facing him as you shut your eyes gauzily, mind still lost in your mix of emotions. You hate him; you want to hate him so badly, but you can't.

Some fucked up part of you can't let yourself.

But, that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

"You treat me.. right? Is that what you think?" You begin, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to hold yourself back, "You're an asshole, who treats everyone like shit, Derek."

He laughs, a cruel noise escaping his lips; an unexpected action that urges you on, pushing you further.

"You.. You completely disregard my feelings, my, my plans, everything in my life that doesn't have anything to do with you, you're unbearable, you—"

He cuts you off then, inching closer to you as he grins at that, "Then why the fuck do you stick around? If I'm so fucking unbearable, baby, why do you bother with me?"

"Because maybe.. there's some part of me that hopes you'll stop being such a piece of shit, Derek!" You explode now, aggravated and pushed to your limits. Pushed to show you care for him in some way.

Was this his plan all along?

You don’t know, but you let out one final remark, unable to control yourself now that you've already begun, "But, I don't fucking need you. You need me." You spit out, your seething glare locked on him.

"I need you?" He spews out, almost as if it's too unbelievable to even hear.

"Yeah, you need me."

"I need you?" He repeats bitterly.

You swallow, blatantly whispering, "You need me, Derek."

He continuously denies you, his composure slowly leaving him the more you open your mouth.

“I don’t need you. I don’t fucking need anyone.” He’s quick to say defensively as he turns away from you, refusing to allow you to get to him.

But, you know it now. You’re getting under his skin.

You press further, head closing in near his to make sure he hears your words loud & clear.

“You randomly pulled me out of my plans tonight and brought me here, Derek. What fucking for? I know you didn’t just need my fucking company. Not after you persuaded me to come. I know you better than that now.”

He shakes his head, rapid and tense, unknowingly egging you on.

“Why do you care about what the fuck I do? Who I see? Hell, even my fucking life! I thought this was all just business to you. What happened to that?”

He pauses then, processing it all. Something he's never been compelled to do before.

“..What happened to that, Derek?” You push, tone composed & steady now.

Before you can continue your little speech, before you can push him any further, he crumbles instantly; voice direct and harsh as he finally reviles into your exertions.

"I don’t—I don’t fucking know, okay! Yeah, maybe you're fucking right. Maybe that's why I always want you around. Maybe that's why you're the only fucking person that I ever want to be around. I—I just—"

“You just what?” You need to hear it, desperation seething through your voice.

He bursts out now, head turning to face you as he spits out his confession. “I can’t fucking think of anything else but you. I can’t be around anyone else without wishing it was fucking you.”

There it fucking is. But, he’s not done.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” He laughs at himself, pathetic with his vulnerable words that no one else has ever gotten to hear, “And I don’t know what the fuck to do ‘cause I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but fuck, maybe I.. I do fucking need you, I don’t fucking—”

You can’t control the next thing you do.

Well, maybe you can, but you really don’t fucking want to.

It's your turn to cut him off now, after the countless times he’s done it to you; by placing your lips on his, eager and desperate as your hands slip from your lap to cup his face and pull him in close, chasing the high of his lips on yours.

He shuts his eyes as you do the same, swallowing sharply once you break it apart, eyes set on him as you await his response.

His wide eyes lock onto yours now, and he whispers out your name, shocked and unsteady, and almost in an attempt to stop you.

"God, just shut up for once." You interrupt him, pushing your lips back onto his before he can protest any further. He moans into your mouth, hands moving to grip your hips eagerly, his body closing in on you completely.

Let's just say, you don't feel so high anymore. You’re no longer confused.

You're more sure of this than anything in your fucking life.

part two should be coming this week! feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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wolfytoothy · 5 months

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the forbidden pants

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It started off as a normal day. Right.

Sun was shining.

Birds chirping

Not as much as Villan activities going on

New York was new Yorking right.

But anyways, you were running late for class. It was a friday, all your clothes were I'm the dirty basket, you didn't give a fuck no more, so you put on the forbidden pants on as long with a black zip up jacket.

Not giving two fucks, you skipped doing your hair and let it be curly and frizzy, you put your head phones on and went to class.

You entired class to see you were actully pretty early. Not as late as you thought, there were only 7 children in there.in clouding Miles.

You groaned and went to your seat. As you did you felt eyes staring at you. As soon as you sat down, all you heared was.

'GYAAATTTTTT'

You head perked up and immediately looked around the room, to see everyone swivel there heads back to what they were doing. Then you look to your left. All you saw was your guy bestfriend's face flushed red, covering his mouth, holding in laughter.

Miles

"Uh- excuse me." you smiled looking at him.

"Uh nothin ma, uh... how'd you sleep " he said leaning back in his chair smiling like goofy.

"I slept well" you said slowly leaning down to pull out your stuff.

"Gyat-Damn, baby!" he yelled.

Making you jump in surprise and fall out of your chair. "Oh shit you okay ma" he asked. Holding out his hand.

You gave him a 'your joking' face and grabbed his hand, sitting back in your chair. "Yeaa, I'm fine" you said slowly eyeing him.

"Oh sweet,nice. Um. You look nice you know, you look beautiful pincessa" he complimented not looking at you. You caught this smirked.

"Miles"

"Si"

"Something you wanna tell me" you smirked putting your chin in your palm.

"Ohh, no"

"Nothing, at aalllll"

"No,no,no. Just that, you look pretty ma. Like always " he nodded.

"Oh, really...so, you wouldn't mind me shaking ass right now-"

"Better be only infront of me"

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Saw my friend wereing the forbidden pants yesterday and...it was marvelous honestly. Made this at 3 am fr😭

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #earth 42 prowler #prowler x reader #atsv prowler #prowler morales #prowler miles x reader #prowler miles fanfic #prowler miles morales #prowler miles x you #miles g morales #miles 42

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pbnbucks · 2 days

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this is my first time writing on this app im used to wattpad so just bare with me 😭

summary : After practice paige is always so tired and you try and reward her with a calm night after and tonight you planned the perfect movie night with her favorite rom com (10 things i hate about you 😋) and her favorite snacks. while you are trying to watch a movie, paige just cant keep her hands off you.

movie night - PB5

yn - italic

paige- bold

warnings: mommy k!nk, overstimulation, filth, smut, aftercare.

your close body’s curled up next to each other on the sofa with your thighs resting over paige’s lap like normal, that quickly changed when paige moved you onto her lap. Every few minutes she would move her hand resting on your inner thigh up closer to your core as she starts rubbing sweet circles with her thumb she begins to kiss your neck and mutter sweet nothings into your ear. “Paige stop im trying to watch the movie.” hoping that would get her to stop, but instead it made her want more. she moves you onto her lap and slips her hand into your shorts and starts running her fingers through your slick folds teasing your clit every few seconds rubbing circles onto you. “you want me to stop right? tell me when to stop mama.” fuck. you try holding back your moans but her fingers make you want to give up on it and let loose but you manage to hold your self together trying to not ruin the night “cmon baby, let me hear them pretty little noises you know i love.” her words where enough to push you over the edge letting your endless amount of whines and moans fall out your mouth as she spreads your legs open and slips 2 fingers into your dripping wet hole. you can feel yourself reaching your climax from the familiar knot feeling in your stomach. “i know your close baby how good are mommys fingers?” “there so fucking good” 2 things about Paige 1. is she loved to hold your hold as you fell apart under her and 2 she loved to talk you through a orgasm. you bite your bottom lip feeling pleased with your girlfriends actions tonight as your hands rest on her thighs squeezing them “dont bite your lip baby i want to hear you” you begin to curl your toes and throw your head back onto her shoulder “fuck mommy pleaseplease dont stop im so close-” just as you said that you felt the knot in your stomach break, you begin to squirm in her lap and she quickly grabs your hips holding you onto her lap “yeaa look at that wet pussy mama your doing so good for me” “fuckfuckfuck” there was something about her that made you feel so good, the things you would let her do to you. your left panting for air in her lap as she holds you there and whispers to you “cmon baby lets get you cleaned up and in the shower” she moves you up off her lap and holds you by your hips walking you guys to the shower turning it on and helping you take your clothes off and then take hers off. you can go to sleep at night knowing shes your and your hers.

so this is something….- Avery baby 🥰🫶🏻

#paige bueckers #purple #paige buckets #paige bueckers smut #mommy k!nk #lgbtq #love #fill my pussy #uconn wbb

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blueparadis · 11 months

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❝DIFFERENT PARADISE❞ + (jing yuan,dan heng,gepard,blade.)

tags :: f!reader, cûm play, mention of slight breeding k!nk, b!ow job, boob play/job, s/d dynamics & lots of cum. precis :: What kind of ejaculator are they? Messy? creampie lover? Or strictly safe sex and cuddles for aftercare.

꒰JING YUAN꒱

Jing Yuan is a watchful ejaculator and he strictly believes in safe sex. Why? because he wants you to ask for it; he wants you to ask him fuck you raw and cum inside you. There is a certain taste of victory in that, having his thick load spread over your lower tummy while he is just towering above you pumping his cock watching your face contort as a mix of disappointment and pleasure. He can see it. Your eyes definitely declare that you wanted him to cum inside you, fill your womb as you arch, moan and your hands reach up to his cock begging for another round. And that is when he rasps into your ear, “Slow down babe. We have our whole life to make babies.”

꒰DAN HENG꒱

Dan Heng is such a silent ejaculator. Sex with him is filled with eye contacts, gasps and whispers. “Let me know if I hurt you,” “Fuck, i missed you.” “mmummm you taste so goood.” and he talks more when he is desperate, needy for you. When he is inside you, thrusting the last few strokes with his head tucked against the nook of your shoulders busy in leaving his marks on your nape, he enquires, with a breathy whisper,“Where do you want me to finish?” and if you do not say anything, that is, too high in the heat he can hold it until you give him permission to cum inside you or wherever you want, even inside your mouth.

꒰GEPARD꒱

Gepard is such a groaning ejaculator. "ohhhh fucckkk...ohh yeaa-aash", he would growl as he strokes his cock in front of your shivering body right after pulling it out to spread his liquid: be it over your boobs or over your belly button. Watching you squirm as he cums over you makes him look forward to the next round. He loves seeing you smearing his liquid all over your tummy, swollen lips and eyes begging for more while your hands are fidgeting to grab his cock again. “you just can't get enough of me, can you?” he says before prepping you for another round.

꒰BLADE꒱

Blade is such one spot ejaculator. Although he loves finishing inside you but it is less thrilling compared to when you are on your knees, tears are streaming down your face while he is throat fucking you. He just loves how obedient and accommodating you are. Whether you are laying on the bed by your back for him to throat-fuck you or on your knees he loves ruining every sane cell in your body. “You are a gift from heaven, angel” he exclaims with a grin on his face just before he rewards you with his long savoring kiss right after finishing into your mouth.

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kentogetsmewetter · 5 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE GOJO'S

⋆｡°✩Genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: You gojo and your daughter have a snowball fight on Christmas Eve and you open presents Christmas day giving gojo an unexpected surprise.

⋆｡°✩A/N: Not proofread so give me grace and happy holidays!

"Whoa mom, dad, it's snowing! Let's go outside!" Excitement danced in her eyes as the delicate snowflakes gracefully covered the ground. "Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes, eager to play outside Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes while you carefully zipped up her coat.

As soon as you opened the door, she eagerly darted outside, her excitement palpable as she leaped joyfully into the piles of snow. Gojo swiftly joined her a "Whoo!" Coming from him as he, too, plunged into a pile of snow right next to her. small smile graced your face as you observed the scene, recognizing a playful resemblance to her dad, and you couldn't help but shake your head in amusement.

Before you could register an ice-cold snowball collided with your face while you reached down to pull your daughter out of the snow. Your mouth hung agape in sheer surprise, whipping away the remaining snow that clung to your face. "Wowww, really, Satoru?" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and amusement in your voice. Nodding determined to get your pay back.

"Oh no, you didn't just hit my mommy," declared your daughter, her protective spirit coming. She turned to face Gojo, ready to exact revenge on your behalf.

"Ready for some fun, loves?" he grinned, mischief evident in his playful tone. " Oh, you're going down, Satoru." You sassed back, getting a snow ball in your hands. " yeaa, you're going down, Satoru." Your daughter copied you, which made Gojo role his eyes. "Daddy sweetie, not Satoru."

"Anyways," She sassed. "Let's take him down, Mom," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips as she molded a perfect snowball in her gloved hands. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement

Without warning, the another snowball flew through the air as the snowball moved past the intended target. Gojo had a smug grin, taking cover behind a makeshift snow fort. Your daughter giggled and tossed a snowball back at him, just Barley missing him." Ohh, so close, sweetie." You high-five her turning back to Gojo, throwing a snowball hitting him right in his face.

Hiding behind a sturdy tree, you and your daughter gathered a bunch of snowballs, plotting a counterattack. Meanwhile, Gojo, undeterred, continued his assault, pelting both of you with flurries of snow. Leave us alone, Satoru," you declared, launching a well-aimed snowball that smacked him squarely in the face. Your daughter chimed in, chucking a snowball back at him. "Yea, leave us alone," she added with a playful determination.

You and your daughter ran after Gojo, throwing all the snowballs you two made at his, and he accidentally tripped, making him fall over into the snow. You two and ran over to him, throwing a bunch of snow into his face. The sound of laughter echoed throughout the backyard smiles all around

Gojo decided to shift tactics, tired of getting double teamed. With a gentle touch, he pulls you down into the soft snow and positions you atop him." You wouldn't throw snow on me with mommy on me, right pumpkin." Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, your daughter stealthily crept behind Gojo, depositing handfuls of snow into his hoodie before tipping it over his head all over his face.

"Get off my mom!" Gojo laughed he pulled you away from him, getting up to run after your daughter to get her pay back. Her laughter and gleeful screams echoed through the backyard as the chase unfolded. "Mommy, helppp!" Your daughter's voice rang out, a mix of excitement and desperation." Satoru, leave my baby alone!" You scooped her up into your arms, protecting your baby.

You ran into the house with her locking gojo outside hearing him bang on the door." Were gonna leave him outside, right?" You playfully asked your daughter.

"Right"

After a few moments, you let gojo back inside." Woww so we're leaving me out to die now." Gojo fell over onto the ground at your feet, acting as if he was hurt so bad." I think only a kiss from my lovely wife would help me." Rolling your eyes, you pulled gojo up, pecking him on the lips. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo gripped under your chin, bringing his lips, "Go yours, your tongue over lapping yours, his hands gripping onto your waist. Pulling away, he pecked your lips a few more times.

With a subtle eye roll, you acquiesced, lifting Gojo from the floor. As you leaned in for a simple peck on the lips, he dismissed the attempt. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo's grip under your chin asserted control as his lips found yours, initiating a passionate kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, creating an overlapping sensation, while his hands secured a firm hold on your waist.

Breaking the kiss, Gojo punctuated the moment with a series of gentle pecks on your lips. The exchange showcased a blend of playful banter and genuine intimacy,

"Daughterrr, I need a kiss from you too 'cause I'm oh so hurt." Your daughter, responding to Gojo's call, strolled over with an air of mischief, and she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. " Thank you, guys. I feel so much better now."

"Right," you played along, a smile playing on your lips. "C'mon, sweetie, let's get you ready for bed. Santa's coming soon." The anticipation lit up your daughter's eyes as she joyfully jumped up and down, the excitement palpable in the air.

"I know, sweetie, you have to leave some cookies out for him. He's gonna be like, 'ho ho ho!'" Gojo chimed in, attempting to impersonate Santa with a spirited enthusiasm. Your daughter laughed at Gojo's antics. " You suck at being a Santa daddy."

You three laid out the cookies for 'santa' with the milk, too, go with the cookies. You put her in your Christmas pajamas that all three of you had to match and tucked her into bed.

After you two wrapped gifts, you two headed to bed. Gojo prepared a bubble bath for you rose petals in and around the tub. There was a table next to the tub that had wine and two glasses on it a small fake candles lit in the bathroom.

After an evening of wrapping gifts together, the anticipation of a peaceful night unfolded. Gojo, ever thoughtful, led you to the bedroom where a scene of serenity awaited. The bathroom held the promise of relaxation as he meticulously prepared a bubble bath adorned with fragrant rose petals

Beside the tub, a carefully arranged table bearing the makings of a romantic evening. Two glasses stood ready for a velvety wine, The ambient glow of small, flickering fake candles added a soft, warm illumination to the room. As you stepped into the bath, the air filled with a blend of soothing scents and the promise of a night in both love and longing.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Gojo whispered, his words carrying the weight of genuine affection. Overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture, tears welled in your eyes. "Oh my gosh, thank you, Gojo," you expressed your gratitude, turning to him with a small, heartfelt hug before stepping into the bath. The warm water embraced you, carrying with it the fragrance of roses and the promise of relaxation.

Gojo quickly follwed suit going in after you. You sat on top of his lap while you just laid. There were not many words spoken, yet none were needed. In that serene moment, as you reclined against him, the unspoken language of love the love he had for you and love you had for him.

Gojo's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, offering a soothing caress. The rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch mirrored the quiet rhythm of your shared connection. "I love you. I really do. I don't know what I would do without you, my love." Gojo's soft voice spoke, continuing the soft touches on your skin

"I love you to Satoru. I'm grateful to have you in my life." There was a simple understanding between you to this was clear love not lust the way you two loved and cared for each other was different from anything you had ever experienced before you were the calm to Gojo's storm always keeping him in check in the right moments.

After a while of shared moments in the water with you washing Gojo's skin and him washing yours, you and Gojo found yourselves settling into the embrace of a freshly made bed. Winding down talking about your days and how you two would get ready for tomorrow's.

"Wake up, wake up!" The excited voice of your daughter filled the room as she burst into your bedroom, a bundle of energy ready to open her presents.Your daughter, with her eyes sparkling and a beaming smile, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She jumped onto the bed, her small hands gently shaking both of you, trying to get you to awake.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your daughter, pulling her into a snug morning hug. The room echoed with her giggles as she nestled against her father. With a mischievous grin, he began to tickle her, eliciting joyful laughter that filled the room. Your daughter squirmed and giggled at Gojo, tickling her skin.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the sight before you – the playful bond between father and daughter. "Merry Christmas, sweetie. Merry Christmas, love." Gojo's groggy moving voice spoke. Pulling you in for a sweet kiss before your daughter interrupted. "Ewww, stop kissing Mommy Daddy!" Your daughter tried pulling you too apart, pulling at gojos hair. "I can kiss mommy if I want to." Gojo sassed back to the little one. "Nuh, uh."

'Uh huh. That's why you're not getting any presents," he declared, playfully pointing at her while sticking his tongue out."Mommy!" Responding to her distress, you scooped her up, cradling her on your hip. "You are getting presents, sweetie, don't listen to him," you assured her. While you gave gojo a stop that look as he rolled his eyes.

Walking down the stairs, your daughter cheekily stuck her tongue out at Gojo, that she was getting all your love and affection not him. Eager to explore the presents beneath the Christmas tree, she wiggled out your arms, reaching for the presents carefully arranged by you and Gojo while she slept.

Bursting with excitement, she exclaimed, "Santa came! He even ate the cookies I left out for him!" Racing down the stairs, she looked at the remnants of the cookies left out the night before, her eyes wide with the joy of discovering Santa's visit.

"Yea, I'm not sure if Santa should've come with the way you've been treating your dad," Gojo playfully antagonized her, provoking a sassy eye roll that mirrored his own. "Whatever, Satoru," prompting a dramatic gasp from Gojo, who had a pout on his face. "My name is Daddy, and you will refer to me as such, young lady," he declared, faking seriousness.

"Whatever, Satoru, can I open my gifts now, whoaaaa!" She ran over the Barbie playhouse that was taller than her. " Thank you!!" She ran over to you, giving you the biggest hug, then running over to Gojo and giving him a hug as well.

After an hour of reveling in the joy of watching your daughter unwrap presents, the spotlight shifted to Gojo as he prepared to present his gift to you. With a sentimental touch, Gojo gifted you a collage of your shared memories from the days of you two in high school to your first date at a fair to the milestone of your wedding, the day you two became parents now it having a picture of you three dressing your tree. Each image was a nostalgic piece, weaving the tapestry of your journey as a family.

Accompanying the collage was a heartfelt handwritten note, a band of carefully chosen words that unfolded a detailed list of reasons why Gojo fell in love with you and continues to cherish you to this day.Each line was an emotional reflection that captured the nuances of your relationship and the everlasting causes of his love making the gift incredibly meaningful and unique.

"Oh my goodness, Satoruuu," you exclaimed, your attempt to hold back tears revealing the overwhelming gratitude you felt for him. "I love you," you whispered the depth of emotion echoing in those three simple words as they escaped your lips.

"Why's mommy crying? What did you do to my mom?" Your daughter marched over, concern etched across her face, and pulled you into a protective hug, gently pushing Gojo away. "He didn't do anything, sweetie. He just made me really happy," you reassured her, your words carrying the weight of the profound joy and gratitude sparked by Gojo's thoughtful gesture." Yea, you big bully." Gojo teased.

"Whateverrr, look what I made you guys for Christmas." Your daughter's voice was filled with excitement as she presented a carefully crafted portrait. In the image, the three of you were playing in the snow together. What caught your eye was the subtle yet significant detail—she had drawn you pregnant. you hadn't shared this news with her or Satoru yet, so you weren't sure if she knew or why she did that choosing to tell them joyful secret on Christmas day.

"Why did you draw Mommy pregnant, muffin?" Gojo questioned, a puzzled expression on his face. Your daughter simply shrugged, "Because she is. She's having a baby." You pulled her closer, asking with a smile, "How did you come to that conclusion, pumpkin?"

"I just know," she confidently replied. You chuckled, shaking your head, and handed Gojo a small box. As he unwrapped it, a positive pregnancy test was revealed. The realization hit him, and he exclaimed, "You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" Gojo hopped around the room excitedly, like your daughter on Christmas day repeatedly screaming the news."My wife is pregnant!" He gave you a big, sloppy kiss before going to hug and kiss your daughter.

Gojo, overwhelmed with joy, approached your belly, gently rubbing it. "There's a little boy or girl in here. I'm so happy." He kissed your stomach, wearing the biggest smile on his face, as the room filled with the warmth of the newfound anticipation.

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txtistheloml · 7 months

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soobin being jealous over something seemingly small but to him is a big deal !! do with this what you will 👀👀 (sfw or nsfw) i think he’s so silly especially in that recent video where he keeps denying being chosen as one of the sleepy members hehe

making it pretty bc i have too much time on my hands lmao

hug me - choi . sb

pairing! - soobin x gn!reader

genre! - fluff

warnings! - silly jealous soob, kissing?, petnames (baby), enjoy the cutesy haha, not proofread bfhhrhsd

word count! - 762

a/n! - hope you enjoy anonie! i made it sfw bcs it seems like moablr is always in heat haha also idk what those people are called like those ppl who are stationed at a carnival booth yeaa

“I want that one soob! can you get it?” you chime in excitement as you point to a big penguin stuffy to soobin, doe eyes sparkling as you think about being able to bring the adorable stuffy home to add to your collection.

“That one? I’ll try baby,” he says, laughing at your adorable nods as he hands the game guy money to play the game.

Sure the game was presumably easy, but when you tried to score the stuffy of your dreams, it was the complete opposite of easy.

Soobin had been watching you try to win the stuffy from the start, standing at the side and cheering you on, handing you the money when you wanted to go again, reluctant to give up your stuffy.

Being the absolute sweetheart he was, he couldn't have said 'no' when you turned towards him, lips all pouty and sadness painted over your face, asking for help.

Could he..?

Well surely, he should have convinced you to give it up then because he was having second thoughts about helping you to get that stupid penguin stuffy that you were so dearly attached to.

It only took soobin a couple tries to win you that penguin surprisingly, given his athletic ability, and at that moment he was happy to make the love of his life happy.

But now, it seemed as if you loved the stuffy more than you loved soobin.

The issue might seem minor to other people but it was most definitely a big deal to him and as much as he hated to admit it, he was indeed jealous of the penguin.

Seeing it caged in your arms during movie night, waking up to engulf you in a hug in the middle of the night only to realise you were cuddling the penguin fondly when it should have been him being caged in your arms, and him you were cuddling instead of the stupid penguin.

He should be the one receiving your love and attention not the penguin.

Well you could say his silliness had gone to his brain at some point and he let his intrusive thoughts win.

Soobin was just coming home that day from work as usual, but today he wasn't met with you who would usually jump into his arms and attacking him with kisses so he assumed you were sleeping.

He gently pushed the door open as he entered your shared bedroom, to be met with the sight of your figure covered with the blanket and he could even hear your soft snores that he found extremely adorable.

A smile was tugging on his lips and his heart swelled at the immense love he felt for you as he made his way over to you.

Walking closer, he could see that you were hugging the penguin stuffy closely to your chest as you snuggled your face into it.

Soobin's smile was soon replaced by a pout, that you would surely think was adorable if you were awake, and he was strutting over to you.

He pried your arms off the penguin as carefully as he could to not wake you up, then tossing it on the floor, not before giving it a glare, and climbing into bed with you and wrapping you up in his arms.

If him prying the penguin off didn't wake you, the hug definitely did.

"soob? you're home, I missed you- wait where's the penguin?" you ask half-awakenly as you hurriedly sit up to scan the room, only to find it lying pitifully on the floor.

"how'd it get there..?" you muse as you turn to look at soobin who only stuffed his face into your stomach even more before it all clicked.

Your jaw quite literally dropped as you turned to soobin and said, "baby- you can't be actually serious right now!" breaking into laughter soon after as you lie back down to come to face to face with soobin, seeking for an explanation.

"You were giving it so much attention. I don't like it n/n." pouting at you as you continue cackling at the silliness of this.

"hug me." was all he uttered as he opened his arms wide, ready to claim his lover back from the penguin stuffy that he had somehow started to grow a sense of hatred and jealousy for.

Needless to say, you cuddled with him all night and gave him loads of kisses to soothe his jealousy away.

Maybe if you give soobin enough attention to keep him content, he'll let you keep his 'rival' around...

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jackmanbj · 8 months

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aftercare

waring- cursing, little smut

“jackkk, i cant take itt!” “come on ma, a little more you got it” jack thrusted into you faster “jack m’ ganna cum!” “hold it baby, wait for me” “uhh i cantt!” “i wasnt asking, hold that shit. be a good girl” “yes sir”

you backed up trying to find something to grab and something to rest on “unt unt, dont run from this dick, take it” “jjj! please let me cum i cant hold it anymore!” “go ahead baby, let it go, cum all over this dick” “uuhh!” after 4 more thrust you squirted “fuckk!” “damn y/n” jack fucked you faster reaching his own orgasm “eeh jackk!” “come on you can do it baby im almost there.” jack came inside of you riding both of you through your highs

jack collapsed next to you and held you for a few minutes. “come on baby we need get cleaned up” “mm noo im tired” you wined as you felt jack pick you up “i know baby but come on” jack placed you into the empty tub and started running warm water, starting to leave the room “mm j where are you going ?” “to get you some water and i have to change the sheets baby” “mk”

jack came back upstairs with your water and let you drink some before getting a big and small cloth and getting into the warm shower behind you. jack put bar soap onto the towel and rubber it in, once he was done he started putting the cloth on you, wiping your face first then your body

you flinched as jack softly touched the sensitive area “sorry baby but i have to clean it” “its fine” you laid your head back on his shoulder as he cleaned you and then his self off

once he was done he picked you up and placed a town around you and brought you onto the new sheets he quickly put sweat pants on his self and started putting lotion on your body

“mm thank you j, sorry i couldn’t make dinner tonight” “baby i already told you i wasn’t worried about dinner” “i know bu-” “its fine baby calm down” “mk..” jack went into his side of the dressers and got a pair of boxers for you and carefully placed them on you and went back get a hoodie for you “thank you j” “mm for what?” “for taking care of my like this” “baby its my damn near job, you shouldn’t be saying thank you for stuff like this” “but still jack you get the point” “yeaa whateverrr” “come get in bed la sassy ass.” “dont start.” “ok daddy”

you waited for jack to lay in bed and climbed on too of his chest “goodnight sweet boy, i love you” “mm goodnight my favorite girl i love more” he kissed you on your cheek as you fell asleep.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n

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loveebot · 23 days

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helloo!! orange cat!reader or golden retriever!reader?? :)

thank you for the ask !! i have my four main !readers but if anyone has ideas for occasional side !readers then please send them in🎀🎀 ( 2 in 1 guys !!! 😋😋 )

gingerkitty!reader

canonically kitty!reader’s baby sister. lovess the sanrio universe (has sanrio bedsheets, clothes, jewelry, etc). her hair is always in pigtails. soft spoken. brown eyeliner. friendship bracelets coating her wrists. always sleepy. def turns into her sis when someone wakes her up earlier than she was planning on. her outfits are definitely like the original coquette (not dollette) superr calm + mellow. much more friendly and affectionate than kitty!reader. “girls just wanna have some” by chromatics.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🐈 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — you’re def your calmest with him. you can fall asleep on him at literally any time. if you have an attitude cause you’re forced to wake up early for something important he shuts it down immediately. “c’mere,” he’d say, then whistle. “knock it off, seriously.” you’ve always gotta be touching him (holding hands, moving his hand to your back, making him stop whatever he’s doing just so you can hug him; things like that).

w/ chris — he’s alwayss buying you sanrio merch. especially if you’re pissed at him (we all know chris just acts a fool, and usually you take it the wrong way). “listen, i know you didn’t like the joke i made about the girl in the movie. so…i brought you something.” and obviously you’d already forgiven him hours ago so you reward him with mind boggling sex!

w/ nate — you guys are saurr cute. you’ll come home from work and he’ll be sitting on your bed watching the adventures of hello kitty and friends. you’re just thinking “i love you sooo much.” y’all def make matching bracelets together and never take them off. i’m sorry your sex is soo vanilla for a whileee, it’s only one night when he comes home from a really bad game and takes it out on you that you both realize you like it rough.

goldenretriever!reader

works at a cute little unknown bakery. jorts. “falling for ya” by grace phipps. fluffy socks. has an insane strawberry shortcake obsession. canonically puppy!reader’s irish twin (1st). the more “mature” of the two of them. she’s really just as dependent on her man as her sister is. they’re only different because she’s less clumsy. babydoll dresses. her baking materials are heart shaped. hopeless romantic (the kid who would make pretend wedding dresses out of toilet paper then proceed to get yelled at by mom and dad because she was wasting it=her).

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🦮 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — he’s your favoritee person in the world. whenever he’s not home ‘cause he had to shop or film or whatever you literally break down. he comes home and’s like “hey, what’s the problem? m’here, okay?” he loves when you wear your babydoll dresses ‘cause he knows there’s nothing under. believeee he’s taking you to the nearest enclosed space and eating. you. the fuckkk. out. such a munch.

w/ chris — when you guys bake together it’s always a big ass mess (you never don’t have a food fight). he lovess when his girl gets needy. which is almost all the time, so it’s just constant touching. you’re all on him and he’s all “yeaa, i know, i know.” especially cause you’re a little shy, not to the point where you don’t talk to people but y’knoww.

w/ nate — your favorite thing to do is steal his baseball caps and wear them backwards. you lovee his hair. you always tell him if he changes his haircut you’re literally gonna dump his ass, no joke. when you guys are fucking you’re fingers are always running through his hair, and you both like it so it’s highly unlikely that he ever would change it. sometimes he comes to visit you at your little bakery so he can watch you work. you usually don’t even notice him because you’re so locked in to your masterpieces.

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just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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