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alonetimelover · 4 months

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pairing: Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen (ex-Harry Styles)

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: After getting over her fear of getting into a relationship, YN started to 'soft launch' her new partner. Of course everybody knew who it was, but she wanted her fun. Harry didn't like it and still was petty. Max had had enough.

warnings: swearing, some suggestive comments, talk about verbal assault and not-so-great fist fight

masterlist part 1

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formula1gossip

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formula1gossip With the one week break between Italian and Singapore Grand Prix, the two-time World Champion - Max Verstappen - was seen cozing up with a mysterious woman on his yacht near the Amalfi Coast. Any ideas who could that be?

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maxfan94 my man is gone

maxfan958 making out on a yacht in a bright day? who is this man?

landofan48 not to be bold but i think i know exactly who that is

ynsmymama GUYS GUYS GUYS Ma'x story from yesterday and YN's were definitely one photo!

⤷ maxfan67 how?

⤷ ynsmybestie YN's story was the cropped version of Max's

ynsmybestie this is YN YSN, no thank you, i don't need confirmation - I KNOW

landonorris interesting

⤷ landofan49 WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?!

⤷ landonorris I LIKE GOSSIP

⤷ danielricciardo he's gonna kill you! prepare to end up in the wall on sunday, lando! nice knowing you!

⤷ landonorris mclaren i need new insurance

⤷ mclaren Fight your wars, Lando. Fight your own wars.

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram life lately has been exciting 💛

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landonorris you rehearsing???

⤷ yourinstagram shhh, im making new music

landonorris will you be my photographer forever??

⤷ yourinstagram you only like the photo cause it's a thirst trap

⤷ landonorris shhhh, don't tell people

danielricciardo was the restaurant worth it?

⤷ yourinstagram you know it, dan

maxverstappen1 💛💛

carlossainz55 i like the fourth photo

⤷ yourinstagram I LIKE YOUUUUUUU

ynsmybestie WHAT IS THIS

ynsmybestie lando thirst trap???????

⤷ user84 he's not without a shirt though?

⤷ ynsmybestie HE DOESN'T NEED TO, HE'S STILL HOT

ynsmymama not only showing us that she's making new music but SOFT LAUNCHING ??? like if we didn't know already who that is

⤷ ynshands let's just pretend and see what happens

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ynxmax no way that my ship has sailed no way

ynupdates new music when???

⤷ yourinstagram sooner than you think 🫣

user92 she already has a new boyfriend?

⤷ ynsmybestie already? it's been 6 months since it was made public that yn and harry broke up. and considering all the interviews and songs, they'd been broken up longer than that

⤷ ynsmymama you can say that or just shut your mouth user92

ynshands i just know that the last photo was taken after Singapore... that man was furious

⤷ maxandyn don't even... i'm blushing

⤷ ynsmybestie they all said that lando would end up in the wall and here he was on the 2nd place

⤷ ynsmymama the way that YN was cheering for Lando, knowing that Max had no chance anymore. this is a true friendship. and her jumping up and down at the podium ceremony????? I LOVE HER

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram got a man and here's the aftermath... NONSENSE EP is all yours to listen right now!

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landonorris no problem yn for contributing to your cover photo! i am very thankful for the credit!

⤷ yourinstagram you know damn well why that credit is not there

⤷ landonorris but he took the photo with MY camera!

⤷ yourinstagram so i guess it's not my album because my pen wrote down the words

⤷ landonorris well, when you put it like that...

maxverstappen1 💛💛

⤷ ynsmybestie love me some man that comments same thing under my posts

danielricciardo STREAMING IT RIGHT NOW - KEEP YOU UPDATED

⤷ danielricciardo call it what you want - fit like a daydream? build a fire? starry eyes? yeah, he has those. you already wear that necklace he got you, don't you?

⤷ danielricciardo slut! - tangerine? what were you doing in the mclaren paddock, hmm?

⤷ danielricciardo bad for business - you've gone crazy, that's right. i've never seen you this crazily happy.

⤷ danielricciardo you are in love - i'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said "you are my best friend". and the photo on the desk is absolutely adorable (i'm going to be sick)

⤷ danielricciardo i think he knows - boyish look??? did you hear his jokes? he IS a boy! 26 yo and still a child. you'll drive? if he trusts you with the car you might as well get married, no kidding.

⤷ danielricciardo nonsense - WHY WOULD YOU RELEASE IT? WHY WHY WHY... I NEED TO BLEACH MY EYES AND DO SOMETHING MY MEMORY AND FORGET THIS SONGS EXIST. I WON'T BE ABLE TO LOOK BOTH OF YOU IN THE EYES NOW.

⤷ yourinstagram have you consider a career in doing yt reaction videos? you'd be gold

ynupdates i can't wait for twitter to react to all of these...

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Harry Styles confronted Max Verstappen

Just last night after YN YSN's secret concert in Las Vegas, her ex-boyfriend, Mr Treat People With Kindness (Harry Styles) decided to 'bump into' his ex-lover and 'talk'. According to the fans on scene - it was aggressive, blatant and simply sad how Harry supposedly treated YSN.

When the concert ended and the lights went out, fans started to exit the venue and making their way home. Some of them decided to move to the back and patiently wait for the VIP people leaving. VIP list for that concert consisted of two World Champions - Lewis Hamilton and apparent new boyfriend of YN's - Max Verstappen, plus some of other F1 drivers. In the attendance were also YN's mum - Geri Horner and step-dad - Christian Horner.

Finally, YN went out first, but no one could even start asking anything when from thin air appeared Harry Styles - drunk and rocky. The yelling match started, which caught the attention of more people, but especially the said VIPs.

"Max literally flew from the doors and stood between Harry and YN. By that time, YN was crying and shaking from all the insults and swears that were spoken to her. Harry tried to move past Max, but he held him in place, placing a hand on Harry's chest. The singer didn't like it and pushed the driver. Now, the other drivers had also gone out and surrounded the trio. Two of them took care of YN and others were in place to eventually stop the fight. They couldn't. Harry took the first swing, but considering that he was drunk, Max could easily duck and wait for his turn. At the end, Max just went up to Harry and said something - looking him directly in the eyes, knuckles white and all that. Finally, they all left, leaving Harry there, sitting by the door. Max was holding YN so she wouldn't fall from all the shaking," said one of the witnesses.

Do you think that YN or Max will report an assault?

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daniel3.jpg yn and her nonsense boy whenever they're within half a meter radius

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yourinstagram DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO

yourinstagram what in the hell are you doing??

⤷ danielricciardo i'm soft launching

⤷ yourinstagram my relationship?

⤷ danielricciardo YOU SAID YOURSELF THAT YOU WANTED TO DO IT

⤷ yourinstagram YEAH ME! and there's nothing 'soft' about it

⤷ danielricciardo maybe i chose some risky photos

⤷ yourinstagram too late. he just left to give you a visit :))

⤷ landonorris pray for daniel people! the man may have a boyish look but his a mad man!

⤷ yourinstagram and then he's visiting you, lan

ynupdates that is max verstappen. if i ever saw max verstappen that's him

ynsmymama nonsense making sense know

ynsmybestie I love that they still play the 'soft launching' game when just few days ago she was singing about Max's BDE

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram win, party, afterparty

SCREW SOFT LAUNCHING - MY BOYFRIEND IS A 3 TIME WORLD CHAMPION, WHAT ABOUT YOURS??

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maxvertsappen1 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL TRESSURE

⤷ maxverstappen1 Did I do it right, yourinstagram?

⤷ yourinstagram YES YOU DID MY LOVE

maxverstappen1 I love you

⤷ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU

danielricciardo who are you and what have you done with yn?

⤷ yourinstagram that's the thing - I'm finally me, unapologetically

⤷ danielricciardo I couldn't be happier for my best friend for finding someone that makes her the best version of herself

⤷ yourinstagram you sap! love you, riccy ric

danielricciardo I thank heavens that Geri or Christian are not looking at you account

⤷ yourinstagram oh she does "dad's rethinking the christmas dinner invitation" was her text

landonorris got (love)sick all over my bed from this content

landonorris congratulations Max, you champ! and congrats yn for making it through the night

⤷ maxverstappen1 Thanks, Lando. And she did really good.

⤷ landonorris keep it in you pants, will you?

⤷ yourinstagram I'm done.

charles_leclerc Congratulations!

ynupdates daddy max??? what in the hell

ynsmymama all those photos scream: I HAD A NIGHT TO REMMEBER

⤷ yourinstagram i did.

maxfan49 i've never seen him happier

maxfan93 rue when was this?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Last night / this morning?

⤷ maxfan98 what. in. the. hell.

ynsfan49 they really said: i'm in love, i have great nights and i'm gonna make that everybody problem

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ynsfan95 my boyfriend is graduating tomorrow with an engineer degree!

⤷ yourinstagram SLAYYY

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 You're my best friend. 💛💛

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landonorris say thank you to the third wheel of the year, max

⤷ maxverstappen1 stop flirting with my girlfriend then

⤷ landonorris i know you're thankful

⤷ danielricciardo leave him, max. it's the only thing that was left for him - hopeless flirting

⤷ landonorris do you know the sentence that starts with f and ends with u and has uck yo in the middle?

danielricciardo mama y papa

⤷ yourinstagram someone take that phone away from you

⤷ maxverstappen1 You're older than us

yourinstagram got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue

⤷ danielricciardo are you quoting your own song?

⤷ yourinstagram no, i'm quoting words i said to him last night before falling asleep in his arms

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⤷ danielricciardo damn

charles_leclerc finally! i wouldn't be able to keep it a secret anymore

⤷ yourinstagram you spilled the beans to your engineers twenty minutes after we had told you

⤷ charles_leclerc but i didn't tell anybody else

⤷ pierregasly you told me!

⤷ georgerussell63 me too!

ynupdates SHE IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE TOO. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL MAXIMUS

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not my name!

⤷ yourinstagram Maximus??? i love it

ynsmybestie screw soft launching, leave it for Max to HARD launch

⤷ yourinstagram I thought I "hard" launched???

⤷ ynsmymama double meaning queen

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a/n: do we move on from this pair or crave some more drama?

#f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen social media au #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x singer!reader #max verstappen fic #harry styles x reader

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talaok · 6 months

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Heyy, first, I'd like to say that I really love your writing, keep it up!

And I'd like to make a request, I know we all went crazy over Pedro on SNL (he looked so handsome!!!), and I would love to read a Pedro x Reader behind the scenes of the show, her watching, supporting, and being proud of Pedro, and then the two of them going out together to the SNL after party, dancing, kissing, enjoying each other's company, very fluffy, and a bit of smut at the end?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

warnings: very very faint allusion to smut

a/n: he did look handsome and thank you so much love <3 (and yes this ask skipped the line bc as always it wouldn't have made sense for me to post it in two weeks)

It was incredible how nervous he was. He'd done this already, and yet he was acting like a kid like at his first recital.

"you're gonna do amazing baby" you promised, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek "Now go out there and have fun"

His eyes anxiously danced around your face

"my heart's beating so fast" he huffed a laugh

"I know" you smiled, stoking his cheek "but remember, you have nothing to be scared of, you've done this already, and you were amazing at it, so just relax"

"ok" he took a breathy sigh "yeah, you're right. I can do this"

"that's it" you grinned, but before you could say anything more he was kissing you like it was the last time he ever could.

"Pedro?" his assistant's voice brought you back to reality "It's time"

You smiled as he leaned away.

"I love you" he promised, the honesty of that statement shining through his eyes

"I love you too baby" you murmured "Now go!" you said, giving him a playful push "Break a leg!"

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As you already knew, everything went perfectly smoothly, he and Bad Bunny were an amazing duo, and you could just see how well they got on even with the cameras off.

The monologue was perfect, and you didn't miss any opportunity to cheer and laugh every time you could, but as much as you'd loved it... nothing could top the Ms. Flores sketch.

You loved it last time, and you loved it this time too.

Even just seeing him in the costume made you laugh (you had filled your camera roll with photos of him) but then combined with the actual sketch... it was just perfection.

You almost didn't want him to change, you kind of liked the constant teasing of calling him mama and telling him just how sexy he was, but unfortunately, he did change.

Imagine what a look that must have been for the afterparty instead of that old shirt he wore everywhere.

But then again, considering how much he was sweating from the dancing maybe it was a good call.

"thank you for tonight" he spoke over the music, as the song changed to a slower one "I couldn't have done it without you sweetheart"

"oh stop" you rolled your eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you swayed to the music "You would have been amazing regardless." you smiled "I'm surprised they haven't offered you a role as a permanent part of the cast yet"

"No I'm serious" he laughed softly "I don't know if I would have gotten on that stage without you"

"baby..." you cooed, touched by his words "I love you. I'm always gonna be there for you"

"and me for you" he murmured, before kissing you.

You could only vaguely feel everyone around you and hear the music, it was just you and him.

He always made you feel like that.

"I've just realized I was so anxious for tonight that I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet," he said, making you blush faintly.

"You look beautiful too" you murmured, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips "Not as much as you did when you were dressed as Ms. Flores, but you're not so bad"

He couldn't help but laugh at that

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"nope" you chuckled, earning another kiss, this time deeper and much... hungrier.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hand on your back started traveling dangerously low.

"baby-"

"you're gorgeous sugar"

you bit down a grin at that

"I know that look"

"what look" he silenced you with another kiss "I'm not doing anything" he breathed, his lips now on your neck

And as much as you weren't completely conscious of everyone around you, a part of your brain still was.

"I think it's time we go home baby" you whispered

"yeah" he nodded, meeting his lips with yours again "Yeah I think it is"

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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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under the table

pairing: bf! matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt takes you on a weekly date night event that he always has planned. although tonight, matt starts to get turned on by your presence.

warnings: smut, exhibition, language, maybe a bit of a foot fetish? minors pls dni!

a/n: let me know if you guys like the story !!

word count: 923

“thank you” i said to matt as he opened my car door for me.

we were outside the nicest restaurant in our home town. i’ve been talking about this spot for months because there’s so many good reviews and they only taking reservations on top of always being reserved.

but, somehow matthew managed to get a last minute reservation due to a couple who canceled a few hours ago. now we’re standing inside the restaurant as the hostess prepares our table.

i look over at matt who stands beside me looking all handsome in his suit & tie. considering the elements of the restaurant that we were at, we definitely had to dress up. i always loved when matt dressed up, it only ever made him look 100x better.

as the hostess guides us to our table, matt grabs my hand as he leads the way. i love when matthew would do little dominate things like this in public, would make me feel so secure and safe. i never had to worry about feeling anxious when matt was around because he would always make me feel safe and calm.

we sit down on opposite sides of our booth and the waiter comes over to take our drinks.

“i’ll have a root beer and she’ll have a shirley temple” matt speaks for me.

i smile at the thought that he doesn’t even have to ask what i want, he just knows me. i know we’ve been dating for several months now but it always just feels good to have little reminders that someone cares enough to know the small repetitive things that you like or do.

“you look so good tonight” i tell matthew, breaking the silence that i created by staring.

“is that why you’re looking so hard” he replies back while laughing

i laugh back, “can you stop! you know i get nervous”

“you’re so cute, pretty girl. you don’t need to be nervous around me” he continues while chuckling still.

the waiter comes back with our drinks and asks if we’re ready to order. thankfully we had already previously looked at the menus online and knew what we wanted because we did not touch the menus that were given to us in person.

we told the waiter our orders and he had gone back in the kitchen to give it back to the chef.

“can you take some pictures of me for instagram?” i ask matt while mixing my drink so it looks well blended for the photos.

“of course, love” he replies as he picks up his phone to take my photos

i do a series of poses, just trying my best to look as hot as possible. matt behind the camera just hyping me up with occasional, “you’re actually so gorgeous” or “you’re so mesmerizing, i can’t believe you’re mine” causing me to smile even harder in the photos

until he said one thing that for sure caught me off guard.

“you turn me on so much.” he said casually

“matthew?” i say confused as if i heard him wrong.

he didn’t reply, he just stopped taking photos as i obviously was not posing anymore.

“are you serious?” i ask in a lighthearted manner

“do you wanna feel?” he responds back.

“matthew!! we’re in public” i say with a smile on my face

“i can’t help it. it’s something about ur eyes, the way you look just genuinely gets my dick hard.” he says as a whisper so nobody else in the restaurant heard

“you’re so unserious” i reply back.

he leans in closer to the table, “do you think you could touch me throw my pants?”

“matty it’s too public in here, it’s either gonna look suspicious or someone will see”

“what if..” he stops

“if what?” i ask

“could you maybe use your feet? nobody would see if you use your foot to rub on me. please! i just need you to touch me. all this talking is only making me harder” he says

“matt-“

“please y/n, just for a bit” he pleads

“alright..” i take off my heels in order to “get comfortable” and i rest my feet on his lap in order to get access to his bulge without immediately looking suspicious.

i start sliding my foot up and down rubbing on his bulge to give him as much stimulation as i could. i had never done something like this before so it felt a little weird but i could see on his face that he was enjoying it.

“matty, don’t make it too obvious.” i told him in hopes that he would control his facial expression from looking like a fucked out puppy.

“fuck- i think i could cum from this” he whispers in an almost audible whine.

he puts his head down on the table in order to mask the sensation.

i try to go faster to finish him off until i notice the waiter coming back with our food.

i quickly stop, to which matt raises his head wanting to ask why i had stopped until he also sees the waiter

“for you ma’am.” the waiter says as he places the plate down in front of me

“thank you” i reply.

“and the chicken alfredo for you sir.” he says handing matt his plate

“thank you.” matt says with a raspy voice that he clears as soon as the phrase leaves his mouth.

“enjoy.” the waiter says before walking away

“yeah, we’re definitely gonna need to finish what we started” matt says

i smirk at his comment.

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should i do a part 2? & let me know if you guys enjoyed !!

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #smut #date night #writers on tumblr #writing #filthy thoughts #male sub #matt girl #new writers on tumblr #part 1/2

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reveluving · 5 months

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Hii!

I was just thinking Price with a wife who is insecure about her body because of things like stretch marks or chub finally working up the courage to do something like lingerie or naughty photos as a surprise for him ;D

Hi!! OMG. SWEATING. As someone who has stretch marks and a little 'cushion' here and there, plus is also a big fan of this trope(?), this thot is CALLING me! 😩🤌🏻

Includes: soft dom!price, unprotected sex (p in v), finger-sucking, size difference, petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart'), mentions of lap dance/strip tease

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

No matter which lingerie suits your fancy, just know it will give your husband a heart attack.

Why wouldn’t it? He already loves you for who you are—you can do the most mundane things and he’ll stare. A lot. You could be wearing anything, even if you think it doesn’t suit you, and he’d have to fight the urge to just have you for himself, be it at home or in public.

So, you want to thank your husband for being the hunky sweetheart that he is.

He wouldn’t be home until a few hours, giving you enough time to execute your plan.

Hiding the lingerie you bought days prior is one thing, posing for the camera is another. The thought of having your ass up, face down or the strap of your bra or babydoll fall off your shoulders in front of the lens just causes your body to heat up immensely, even if it's just you. Possibly because it’s your first time taking photos of yourself in such a deliciously scandalous manner, but it also could’ve been due to the fact that you know exactly how John is going to react to them.

Especially since you’re planning to gift these polaroids for when he needs to leave for work—with no way to have you with him except for these priceless photos, specifically made for his eyes and use only.

But three polaroids aren’t enough for him to survive the field without you.

Because as soon as he comes home to find these photos on the table, placed under his hat for his next deployment in the near future, expect to hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, where you’re likely waiting for him—being struck dumb to find you sitting prettily on the bed in your new piece.

His eyes are blown out, and you can’t help but gulp when he closes the door behind him too calmly before walking over to you. The way he stalks over to you ever so slowly prompts you to crawl back. Not because you’re scared, but you had to admit, your heart’s beating wildly, even more so when he begins taking off his clothes without uttering a word.

Your nails dig into the sheets when you have nowhere to go, feeling the headboard against your back as he traps you from the front—resembling a predator hunting its prey.

“John…” You mutter, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides his hand up your leg, biting his lip at the sight; the stockings/garter belt squeezing the plush of your thighs just enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t even give you a second to utter his name once again when he yanks you forward, with John on his knees as he holds you to sit on his thighs, forcing you to look down at him.

“S’a really nice piece, sweetheart,” He purrs, his voice telling you that he’s holding himself back from just fucking you. He licks on the deep cleavage, the small, thin material leaving little to his imagination as it barely covers your tits, all while maintaining eye contact as a guttural groan leaves his lips. One of his hands moves to your front, playing with the hem of your stocking/garter belt, pulling it back before releasing it. His lips part in delight, almost mirroring the way you gasp as the tight material slaps against you with a light smack, “Is this all f’me?”

You nodded with the tiniest whine, holding onto him like he was your lifeline.

Ignoring the dampness of your panties was useless since you knew he could feel it against his thigh. His stare becomes too much for you, and you can’t do anything else other than rest your forehead against his, feeling his warm breath against you just as he feels yours and begging him to have you.

And how can he say no to you?

Especially since you’ve been a good girl at posing for him as he takes countless photos of you on the polaroids—from the more ‘innocent ones’ like having you drool on his fingers (“Suck on them real good. That’s it, my pretty girl”) to the lewder displays, where he has you on your side, taking you from behind before taking a picture or two your pussy tightly gripping and leaking around the base of his cock.

Now he knows he won’t be alone in his next deployment.

Bonus: Him asking you for a lap dance or a strip tease for him as he sits all smug at the edge of the bed or the bedroom chair. He does this thing where he throws his head back and bucks his hips when you rub yourself against him. Yes.

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thetriumphantpanda · 4 months

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Scandal-Hit Princess

One Day I'll Fly Away - Chapter One

Chapter Summary | A scandal-hit Princess, ink barely dried on the divorce papers and a lone rancher with no interest in the inevitable media storm following her meet for the first time - it’s a recipe for disaster, right?

Word Count | 2.6K

Pairing | Joel Miller x Princess F!Reader

Chapter Warnings | foul language, descriptions and mentions of divorce and infidelity, Joel being a rancher and kinda aloof and unbothered, mentions of body image issues and stress, mentions of the British royal family, no-outbreak AU, no use of y/n, smut in future chapters but nothing else at this point.

Authors Note | Well, here she is - Miss Scandal is ready to meet you all! This has been such a labour of love for me already and I cannot tell you how excited I am to bring you this story. It’s different, but I love it, and I hope you will too! As always, thank you to @undercoverpena and @hellishjoel who have been on the receiving end of so much shouting and screaming about this! Please, if you do enjoy this, consider leaving a comment or reblogging - I will love you all forever! And you can support me further by donating to my Kofi account if you want to.

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Rage is the only thing you really feel anymore. The feeling of betrayal, that’s gone. The feeling of sadness at losing the life you had, that’s also gone.The only thing that remains is the rage, bubbling slowly under your skin. You’ve been sitting in it for six months now, sitting with the injustice of it all, how someone had taken one singular conversation and flipped it on its head. The more you think about it, the more you can understand the conclusion everyone had come to, especially when the man wearing the crown had spun the story to suit him, his family, and his fucking son. Traitors, the fucking lot of them.

It hadn’t always been bad. You wouldn’t have said yes to the wedding if it had, regardless of how big the ring had been. He’d been sweet, charming, and despite the fact that your family came from money, he’d given you a life you could only have dreamed of. Sure, the endless flying around the world to shake a few hands and stand for a few photos, tilt your head down and look placid when you talked to anyone, took flowers from children and gripped the arms of people in distress, that all got tiring, but the fairytale had been all worth it really, until it hadn’t.

When the papers became more interested in who made your clothes, or the fact that the colour you’d worn didn’t suit you, or worse, sent some kind of subliminal message, or why the angle of the camera made you look pregnant when you weren’t, or how there must have been an argument between you and your husband because you hadn’t looked at him for the entire time you’d been at the ballet one time. When the focus shifted from what you were trying to do - shine a light on suffering or simply cheer people up by your presence, to trying to find fault in every single thing you ever did, that’s when you started to wonder whether it was all worth it.

Then came the control. The rules. Don’t eat that. Don’t wear that. Don’t paint your nails that colour. Don’t say this. Don’t stand like that. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. And it never seemed to matter how much good you did, how many initiatives you visited or how many sick people’s bedsides you sat next to , someone always had something to pick on. You could be the strongest person on earth, but the more someone picks away, the harder it gets to be yourself. But then, that’s what they wanted wasn’t it? Take the ideal woman on paper and grind her down until she was the ideal woman in real life - someone who kept her real thoughts to herself, behaved properly and didn’t rock the boat.

It strikes you now, in the solitude of this hotel room, that by trying to mould you into that person, you became the very thing they were terrified of all along. Someone who didn’t just rock the boat, but well and truly capsized it. It’s something of a comfort really, sat in this room like a prison, a nice and comfortable prison, but a prison none-the-less, that all it took was one woman who’d had enough to start tearing the family down from the inside. And it’s not like you’d really tried that hard to do it anyway - it hadn’t even been your intention. It just so happened that you’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time and someone had twisted your words - and his - to mean something they absolutely were not. If it hadn't been for what it had cost you, a one way ticket to the middle of nowhere and a reputation in tatters, you might find all this quite funny, but alas, there was nothing about this exile - or rather banishment - that was funny rot you right now.

You slam the magazine you’ve been trying to read down on your lap in frustration. The heat in this place is fucking stifling. Who the fuck suggested Texas as a good idea? Sure, it’s a world away from where you’d just come from, and for now, the press, obsessed with you since day one, hadn’t quite figured out where you were yet, but it was only a matter of time really. Someone would tip them off for a hefty sum, poor Nancy and her hotel would be swarmed and it would be up and on to the next place to try and lie low. You’re bored and bored is dangerous.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, stretching out your back before you stand, slip your shoes on and open the door. You look up and down the hall, quiet, no sign of Rob, head of the security detail you’d been given following your divorce. It would have been nice of them if it hadn’t been a way to keep an eye on you. You knew Rob was giving updates to the people back at home.

You lightly pad down the hallway once the door to your room is closed, taking the steps down to the reception quickly, stepping on your tiptoes until your hand traces over the front reception desk, Nancy immediately looking up from her papers.

“Your Highness.” Has become the greeting, with a slight curtsey, it’s wrong, but it doesn’t really matter anymore does it?

“Can I get you anything?”

You smile at her, leaning your elbows on the reception desk, cheek resting on one of your palms.

“Well, Nancy, I’d love some of those peaches from a few days ago, do you still have any?”

You watch as her expression drops, her skin tone draining like she’d made the biggest faux pas possible.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” She gasps, “You liked ‘em so much we used ‘em all making dessert for tonight.”

“Sounds delicious,” You smile, big and broad, charming, “What are we having?”

“My famous peach pie,” Nancy taps the side of her nose, “My mama’s recipe.”

“With ice cream?” You ask, adding a wink at the end.

“Anything for you,” Then she adds, “I can send out for more peaches if you’d like them.”

You think for a moment, because they really are delicious, especially warmed from the sun where they’ve just been freshly picked, “Where do you get them?”

“Oh, at the Miller ranch, it’s a little way out of town, but he’s famous for them.”

“You know, I might go and get them myself.”

Joel Miller scoffs into his coffee as his eyes scan the front page of the newspaper. Scandal-hit Princess in USA. He knew she was here. The town was abuzz with gossip that Nancy, owner of the nicest, fanciest hotel in town, was hosting her. Cleared out the entire top floor of rooms just for her. Restaurant closed whenever she wanted to eat. Someone had driven up to his ranch three days ago, asked for a boxes of peaches for her. Her favourite fruit apparently. He’d handed them over without much thought, asked for the usual price and then found himself with a very generous tip, folded into the back pocket of his jeans. He looks at the grainy photograph on the front page, taken through the window of the hotel, Princess sitting pretty, head down looking at the table. The photo is grainy, definitely not the best paparazzi work he’s seen splashed across the front page, but it’s enough to see her hand on the back of her neck and the hunch of her shoulders, trying to make herself look smaller than she is.

It’s a far cry from the woman he’d seen on the TV two years ago. It had been madness in his mind, that the entire world had ground to a halt to watch two people get married. Sarah had insisted that they all sit and watch it together, and he had thought Ellie would have his back, but she was just as enthralled watching her walk down the aisle. Weirdly, he remembers the dress, the white tulle, short lace sleeves, something sparkly peppered through the material, catching the light when she walks. But what he remembers more than anything, is her smile. The way she beamed when she was handed over, hand slipped into her soon-to-be husbands. It’s strange that divorce touches everyone, and no matter how big you smile, it’s always hiding something under the surface.

He looks briefly to his watch, realising he’s late for feeding and those sheep are going to give him hell if he doesn’t feed them soon. He downs the rest of his coffee, shoves the newspaper into the recycling box, he doesn’t really read it anyway, even when the news isn’t splashed from cover to cover with gossip about what that damn princess did or didn’t do, so he’s definitely not going to indulge it now, and then he’s out into the truck and heading down to the barn to stock up on feed.

It’s a strange world to him, this ranch life. For as long as he could remember he’s wanted to do it. Maybe it’s the solitude it offers him, the way he can finally think for himself after years of raising his daughters. Maybe it’s the way that unlike his daughters, his flock of sheep tend to do what they’re told, unless it’s this morning and he’s twenty minutes late to feed them, then they’d gather around his legs, bleating senselessly until he drops their feed onto the ground to appease them. What he really thinks is that it gives him a purpose. He grows fruit, peaches mainly, but a few other crops, that he gives to Nancy down at the hotel, or offers to Steven who owns the bakery, fruit that feeds his community. He shears his sheep, gives their wool to Betty and Ines to make clothes with. Sat out here, on the fringes of town, with more land and space than he knows what to do with, an empty house no longer filled with his daughters, this place gives him a reason to get up each morning. They all need him in some small way.

Once he’s finished with his morning chores - feeding the sheep, plucking the ripe peaches from his trees into crates, fixing up some of the fences that a few of the more boisterous sheep had knocked over and serviced the small tractor in the barn - he jumps back in his truck, the warm Austin sun, blazing at midday, licking at his skin, bringing sweat beading across his body, and goes back to the house. He’s just stepping out of the truck, rubbing his dirty hands with a rag from his back pocket, wiping the sweat from the back of his neck, when he notices a car pulling in to the bottom of his driveway, driving slowly up to come to a stop at the front porch of his house.

As he rounds his truck, he can see that the car is nicer than anything he’s ever seen in town. Sleek black, clean as a whistle, windows dark so he can’t see into them. It sits idling on his driveway until he climbs the steps at the back of the house, rounds the porch and stands at the top of the steps, leaning against the side of the stairs, fingers looped in one of his belt loops.

The front passenger door opens and bulking man gets out, sunglasses over his eyes, black t-shirt and jeans and a bald head. He nods at Joel, one of those classic nods that men understand when they give each other, then he opens the back door wide. Joel sees one leg step out of the car, then another, long, loose-fitting white trousers, then the rest of the body comes into view. He can’t quite believe it when he realises the person standing in front of him, pushing her sunglasses onto her head so she can look right at him, is the same person from the front page of the newspaper. The People’s Princess herself.

“Joel Miller?” She asks, voice sweet, lilting, as she holds out her hand for him to shake when she’s stood close enough to him.

He looks down at her hand - perfectly manicured, soft, by the looks of things, never seen a day of work in their lives - then looks at his, bigger, covered in filth, hard and calloused, definitely not the kind of hand she wants to be shaking. He thinks this must be muscle memory for her, the only work she knows how to do is hold out her hand and talk nice to people.

“I gotta bow or somethin’?’

She smirks at him, drops her hand, “I don’t think that’s necessary these days.”

“Can I help you?”

“Well,” She starts, voice sweet and peppy enough to start to annoy him, “I’ve been eating these peaches since I got here, the sweetest, juiciest I’ve ever eaten, and we’ve run out,” She brings a foot up to rest on the bottom step, Joel immediately stepping forward to stop her coming any closer into his bubble, “And I’ve been told you grow them, is that right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well,” She tilts her head, “Might I buy some more?”

“How many d’ya want?”

“A crate, please, if you have enough to spare.”

Joel spins on his feet, takes heavy footsteps back around the house to his truck, picks up the crate of peaches he just picked, the one with the most fruit in it and makes his way back to the front of the house where the Princess is still waiting.

He offers her the crate, holding it out in his hands. He watches as she turns to the man who opened her door for her, nods her head towards the crate, watches as he takes it from Joel. She stands up on her tiptoes as the crate passes her, plucks one of the peaches from the top.

She looks at Joel, right in his eyes as she bites into the fruit, obscene slurping sound in the air as she sucks the juice into her mouth, bringing a finger up to catch the drops that fall onto her chin, making sure she doesn’t drip it onto her pristine white suit.

“How do you grow them to be so perfect?” She asks, taking another bite from her peach, teeth dragging through the delicate skin.

“Plenty of sun,” Joel shrugs, “Good soil.”

She hums, nods her head in agreement, “Well, thank you for these,” She turns back to the man who has just put the crate in the boot of the car, nodding at him, “I’m sure I’ll be back for more.”

The man offers Joel some money, enough for at least three crates of peaches, but he finds he doesn’t argue, takes it like he did the first lot, slips it into his back pocket. He doesn’t wait for the car to leave, just turns on his heel, heads into his home, praying that her promise to come back was an empty one - if there’s one thing that Joel needs less than a hole in the head right now, it’s a hoity Princess sniffing around.

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wingzie · 1 month

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Jikook and the Importance of Photos

Photographs are special. They map out our lives through precious memories. They leave a footprint in time that can forever be part of our history. These glimpses of our past, make us who we are and show what or who is important to us. They are full of so much love and emotions, even more so when they are shared with those most trusted to us. This goes for every photo shared by the members.

I personally think it’s amazing that we can tell when a photo of Jimin is taken by Jungkook, there’s a certain style to it and it comes across even at a glance. One of my favourite photos of Jimin by Jungkook is this one:

This photo was taken from the behinds of Life Goes On. Each MV was beautifully directed by Jungkook, and it’s hard to miss the references made from within their old dorm. I know Jungkook isn’t keen on photos but, just like during GCFT, Jimin is looking at Jungkook and not the camera here with that smile. With that one look, that we are so familiar with, we can trace every single moment within their history which has that same shining expression. It tells a story over time, but also that one photo itself is so telling in the way that it was captured. One of my favourite photos of Jungkook by Jimin is this one:

There’s something raw and delicate in this photo.You can see it in Jungkook’s eyes. Each item in the photo tells its own little story, from the Birthday cake to the polaroid photos on the table that we never saw. This photo is all we saw from the night of Jungkook’s Birthday in 2019 and sometimes I am reminded that with these glimpses into their lives, there are still so many moments of theirs that we are unaware of. For example, Jungkook had a hickey on his neck during MOTS:Online and none of us had any idea until the DVD Behinds came out.

For every selca or video that Jikook has shared with us, it shows a part of them that we are so lucky to witness. To be able to watch their growth over the years is magical and something I will always cherish. Why am I going on about photos and memories though? Because they give so much of themselves to us and I will never take it for granted, nor expect them to give more to us than they want to. Some of their memories are for them only, but we can still hold dear what we know already…

Some of you know this already, but I have been caring for my Mother lately. Over the last few months, her memory has worsened. In an attempt to help, we play memory games and repeat simple tasks together. However, her memory is something that cannot be simply fixed with such methods. I had the idea to get out family photos, until I realised that we had stopped taking them when my parents divorced. It’s made me more proactive in archiving things that I do each day. Every little thing I see or hear, I note it down or save the song. In a way, it’s also how I associate with BTS or Jikook. When the BTS World soundtrack came out, I was having a really bad day and it gave me a lot of comfort. I smile whenever I hear Pied Piper because it’s one of my friends favourite songs. Any time I hear “Jungkookie” or “Jimin-ssi”, a barrage of memories come to the front of my mind and I grasp onto all of them whilst I still can.

I'm sure it's not just me who does this either, Jimin and Jungkook probably do this themselves. You could see that when Jungkook was watching Jimin’s compilation with us. He was recollecting the same memories as us, but he also has access to an entirely different set of memories that we don’t know of. We also saw that with the way Jimin and Jungkook both explained the Rainy Day Fight. During the Festa video, Jungkook mentioned “rainy day” and expected Jimin to understand what he meant. Later on, Jimin and Jungkook gave their own versions of what happened in their separate lives. They both more or less experienced the same thing, but blamed themselves for their actions and not the other.

They love adding to their own collections of memories. Every single time that Jimin watched Jungkook rehearse and the other way around, enough so that they could probably be a backup dancer. All the clips they have but haven’t shared. The moments we don’t find out until later, the inside jokes they have without context. We don’t understand, but that doesn’t matter. Only they have to and we just watch and smile. Their memories are a huge part of them, it’s what makes their bond so special.

#jikook #wingzie #jikookmemories #jikookphotos

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linos-luna · 7 months

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Could I request Dom Hyunjin with a corruption/innocence kink? Maybe dating a shy innocent girl, maybe even a little older but a late bloomer.

How would he be? I checked his birth chart and he seems very dominating and enjoying having control.

Thank you so much if you see this, have a great day❣️

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Dom!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: corruption kink, making out, pet names, oral (male receiving)

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• He’d love it! You could be easily steered to do what he wants

• it doesn’t even have to be sexual, but in every day life

• He loves moving you by holding your waist or telling you what to do in general

• and you don’t question him. He must know best.

• He loves and takes care of you

• but when it is sexual 👀

• something about seeing your innocent face when you cum drives him nuts.

• he loves dressing you to his liking and take pictures

• he loves when your on your knees and sucking him off

• then he takes pictures… lots of pictures

• when out in public he likes thinking about all the dirty things he makes you do while everyone just sees you as shy…

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“Come out baby. I wanna see your pretty outfit.”

Your boyfriend was calling for you from the other room. He was sitting on the bed and impatiently waiting.

You were feeling shy about it. Hyunjin had you in a cutesy pink dress with long socks and your hair was down and resting on your shoulders.

“Jinnie. It’s a short dress.” You said while looking at yourself in the mirror.

“But you look so adorable!” He said with a pout. “Don’t you wanna look cute for me?”

You nodded and stood in front of him. He held your hips and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re my good girl, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded with a blush.

“Who’s good girl?”

“Jinnie’s good girl.” You giggled before he kissed you again, this time with more passion.

You moaned as he pushed his tongue through and held your waist tight. Seeing you in this dress was already getting him worked up.

“On your knees, princess.” He whispered while kissing down your neck. “I need you to do something for me.”

You did so with no hesitation. Your knees were already bruised from doing this before but you didn’t mind.

“What are you going to do?” He asked while holding up your chin.

“I’m gonna suck on Jinnie like a lollipop.”

Hyunjin smiled at your answer and let go so that you could get to work. He quickly lowered his pants and boxers before lightly rubbing his cock which was getting hard.

You started off with giving kitten licks. Oh he loves when you do that.

After the licks and light rubbing you went ahead and took in his whole length, nearly gagging.

Hyunjin groaned at the feeling and took hold of your hair.

“C’mon dirty girl, I know you can do better.” He grunted while lightly thrusting.

Hyunjin pulled on your hair making you whine. He soon was pushing you into his cock making you gag multiple times.

“Look at me. Look at me!” He said while his hips stuttered; he was obviously close.

You looked up and he came in your mouth; you nearly choked while swallowing.

Hyunjin lifted your chin again to see your dirty face. Cum and drool was dripping from your mouth down your chin. Your eyes were glassy and hair a bit messy from where he grabbed you.

“Who’s my dirty girl?”

You were too fucked out to answer which only led him to pull your hair.

“M-me! Im-I’m Jinnie’s dirty girl.” You panted.

Hyunjin didn’t even bother cleaning you up. He reached over to the night stand to grab his camera and snapped a photo. He just loved seeing you on your knees with the cum and spit dripping.

He took several actually. He also laid you on the bed and had you in different positions. He had you sit up and suck your fingers and even touch yourself to get that perfect shot.

He loved this. These pictures were for him and him only. Memories and snapshots of the times he made you into a filthy little girl.

You fell asleep as he took pictures and he stroked your hair.

“Good girl…”

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #fanfic #kpop smut #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids hyunjin #hyunjin x poc reader #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #skz smut

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notafunkiller · 9 months

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sweet nothing

Summary: Bucky and you attend an awards show, but an interviewer makes sure to ruin your night before it even starts. The loss of your project makes you have a breakdown when you get home, and Bucky does his best to comfort you.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), teasing, dirty talk, language, pet names, fingering, oral sex (the reader receiving), clit play, come eating, a little metal arm kink, daddy kink, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), no mention of y/n

Word Count: 4.2K

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A/N: Bucky’s look is obviously inspired by Sebastian’s appearance at D23 Expo in 2022. Also, this happens a few months after the second part, in October.

An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for being my beta readers and for the endless support.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You really can’t decide what to say. The remark came so unexpectedly, you were taken aback.

You don’t know how they knew about your vacation. The photos and some false info were spread all over the internet, and you found out only after you came back home.

You expected things to calm down from July until now, though, but they didn’t. They actually became worse and worse. But despite that, you didn’t even think you were going to get this type of comment tonight, especially since you announced you refuse to talk about your personal life. You should have known better… Bucky was right, you can never trust the press and you should never have expectations.

“Even though this has nothing to do with tonight and I said I won’t talk about anything related to my personal life multiple times...”

“I wasn’t-” The interviewer tries to interrupt you, surprised by your cold tone, but you don’t let her. If they want to speculate, then at least you can let it out now. They can do whatever they want after.

“To make things clear, Mr. Barnes is actually one of the most professional people I’ve ever worked with… one of the best: kind and supportive, and he always gives the best feedback.”

“Miss-”

You ignore her once again, raising your hand to stop her. “He is blunt, honest, and hasn’t been anything but professional the whole time. He made a massive contribution to the film industry and he’s been in the public eye for so long... If you had done your research, you’d have known how everyone, especially the women he worked with, talked and talk about him.” You take a deep breath, trying to keep your composure before you look straight at the camera. “Also, no, I did not sleep with him or anyone else to get any kind of role. Thank you!”

You don’t realize how much you’re shaking or how many tears you were holding back until you reach the bathroom. You’re thankful Bucky is inside already. He doesn’t deserve this shitty attitude, and you know he would have made a scene and stopped this on the spot if he’d witnessed it.

So you don’t tell Bucky about it, not wanting to give him bad vibes, especially since you know how he already feels about going to events in general. Your table is full when you get there: a part of the cast and the crew along with Bucky’s manager. Natasha couldn’t come this time, but you know everyone, so it’s better than you expected.

“Wine?” Bucky asks you softly, leaning in so only you can hear him.

“Later, please. I have a small headache.”

“Oh, no, baby.” He kisses your forehead as soon as you finish talking. “Do you need a pill?”

You love how he never hides or tries to keep his distance when you go out together. Maybe it’s nothing much after all, but you know how discreet he is, how much he values privacy, and it makes you truly feel a part of his life.

“Don’t worry, it will go away.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, yes.” You brush it off with a smile, and he nods, unsure, getting back in his chair properly.

You can’t let your emotions eat you alive, anger or nervousness... you just can’t. But it’s easier said than done because time passes so slowly until your categories are announced. Not even joking around with Bucky’s manager helps. She has such amazing vibes usually, but you are too deep in your thoughts to fully embrace them.

By the time the nominees in your category are announced, Bucky gets you all ice cream, making sure they put two spoons for you: one with chocolate and another with biscuits. It’s so delicious, but you instantly stop eating when the small video with a few of your scenes is projected. People around you clap loudly, but you can’t look around much, your cheeks so flushed when the camera stops on you again. Bucky even whistles using the index and middle fingers of his flash hand, which makes you giggle. He’s so cute!

“And the winner for Best Actress in a Drama is...”

It’s like the world stops for a second: the tension, the lack of air, the ringing in your ear... you can’t hear anything. But you can read body language and see everyone’s shoulders falling. You don’t dare to look at Bucky, only smiling in joy for whoever won and trying to hold back tears. Every woman on that list deserves it. They are all fantastic. You aren’t upset because someone else won. You just feel like a failure because you lost. It’s like you disappointed the people who care about you, who took a shot with you. Bucky... who saw something in you and risked it. You know how silly it is because he isn’t the type of person who would even think that, but you can’t just control the train of thoughts that keeps overwhelming you.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

You still can’t look at your sweet, comforting Bucky. Fuck, such a crybaby... You just nod and take your spoon with your right hand so you can have more ice cream.

He better wins!

The movie loses shortly after you, and it’s your turn to comfort him. You don’t pay attention to the camera focusing on you or Lucas tapping on his arm in a consolation gesture when you turn your face toward him and kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry, bubba.”

He melts instantly under your touch. “Don’t be.”

But how can you not be? It makes your insides burn. This man you know so well professionally and personally deserves every fucking award this industry has. He is fantastic! The movie was fantastic, too.

The urge to cry takes over you the moment the winner of the best director category is announced, but it’s not Bucky. And you think he senses it because he squeezes your thigh gently to assure you. You…

You cannot believe this.

You have a bitter taste in your mouth for the rest of the night there, which is short since Bucky suggests leaving earlier. You hate awards ceremonies officially, too.

The car ride is no better. You find it harder and harder to hold back your tears, and the last thing you want is Bucky to see. He asked you if you were hungry, and asked you to stay over at his place. How could you say no? No, Bucky, I want to go home and cry angry and disappointed. You spend most of your nights at his house anyway, so it would make him worry. Especially since the distance to your apartment is longer.

You let a deep breath out when he closes the door, turning on the lights as you start to take off your shoes.

“Home sweet home.” He gives you a tired smile.

“Ihm. Finally.” You don’t trust your voice to say more than that and you let your bag and phone on the small table before going straight to the kitchen.

“Next time we’re invited, we ditch to watch a movie or something and make love.”

His words are enough to send you over the edge somehow. When you hear his footsteps closer, you instantly turn around to face the sink, grabbing the kitchen counter in an attempt to hold back the tears. But it’s so hard…

“Baby?”

Fuck, he’s so close.

“Bubba?”

And that’s all you need to burst into tears. But you’re not just crying, you are fully sobbing when you feel his arms wrapping around you.

“Bubba, breathe, please.” He rests his head on your shoulder, and you feel so naked, so bare in a way... Something you feared for so long. You are vulnerable in a way you only let your family see you, not even them maybe. It’s like you’re giving him access to your inner child. And it’s terrifying.

“I-I’m ss-sorry.” You are gasping for air between words, and this makes you feel even worse. You sound so pathetic.

“What are you sorry for, bubba? Focus on breathing, please.” Bucky’s voice is so calm and soothing, you almost let yourself fall into his arms. You can’t believe this safe sensation you feel. It’s shocking to you. You trust him to hold you and comfort you even when you look this deplorable.

“In and out.” You breathe in and out every time he says the words and it slowly becomes easier; the air doesn’t feel like it burns your lungs anymore.

You feel his kisses on the back of your head. “Good girl, perfect. Just like that.”

You open your eyes as soon as your body stops trembling and turn to him instantly. You probably look like a wet raccoon, but you don’t care. You hug him so tight you wonder if he can even breathe. But you can’t let go.

Bucky’s glad he took off his jacket since the zipper would have hurt your face.

“I’m right here, not going anywhere.”

“I’m ss-sorry,” you say weakly, taking a step back. “It’s just so unfair!”

His whole face softens even more. He understands... your first nominee and your first loss. This is never easy, especially for someone ambitious and talented.

“I know it hurts, but I promise you more will come, and they will finally give you the awards you deserve. You were amazing.” He takes your hands into his and brings them to his mouth.

“It’s not about me!”

“What?”

“You deserved to win!” You can’t control the anger in your voice. “This movie, the whole concept, the team... Maybe it’s because of the way I-”

“Stop right there! You have nothing to blame yourself for. And you don’t have to feel bad for me, okay, bubba?” His mouth finds your forehead. “Of course, it bothers me a little, but these awards come and go. Sure, some bring more opportunities, but I don’t give a fuck about it. You were a fantastic lead. You are fantastic! But I promise you, you will get more awards because you deserve them. I was mad for you. Don’t worry about me, alright?”

“But you deserve it!”

“It’s just an award, baby. I am proud of this project and of everyone who was a part of it, especially you. It wasn’t easy and it was emotionally draining.”

He wipes your face, and you curse. You should have worn waterproof mascara.

“I just don’t...”

“Don’t ever blame yourself again.” He pauses. “Actually, you will because you can’t control that, it’s not a switch. What I mean is don’t try to hide from me, don’t let the thoughts overwhelm you before talking to me. Or someone... anyone: your sister, your mom, Natasha. I just want you to know I am here for you.” He kisses your lips shortly. “I got you, and you got me.”

He barely has time to finish his sentence before you grab his face and kiss him, your tongue immediately licking his bottom lip. It’s something about the way he reacted, about his permanent attitude and the way he looks that makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you easily switch from feeling anger and fear to sexual desire.

You keep kissing him until you two can’t breathe anymore. He’s so sweet, so good. You can’t help it...

“I want to suck your cock.”

He opens his eyes instantly.

“What?”

“Want to take you inside my mouth. Now.” You repeat with such urgency that his shock is increasing.

“Wait, you don’t have to-”

But his words die as your hands are already on his belt, taking it off in seconds. When it loudly hits the floor, you unzip the pants, dragging them down along with his boxers with force. So much force he gasps.

“Please, daddy.”

You drop to your knees in seconds, making sure to properly grab the base before leaning in to kiss his wet head.

“Jesus!”

He has to grab the kitchen counter behind you to stand still.

“Just me.” You smirk a little and take more of his cock inside your mouth. He’s getting harder little by little. When you start to move your hand , though? He finally gets in his usual horny mood, understanding you really want this.

“Fuck, look at you! On your knees just for me. So needy!”

You moan, bringing your left hand to his balls as you start to bob your head. You just want him to come.

“Baby, please. Fuck me!” He groans, and you suddenly feel your hair getting pulled hard as if he’s trying to get you away from his cock. You stop sucking just to snap:

“Why are you taking my cock from me?”

“Because it wants to be inside my pussy.”

You snort.

He helps you stand up and kisses you without any worry. You moan when you feel his hands on your breasts, then to your sides, and before you can even say anything, you hear the sound of the material ripping.

“Hurry up!” You complain, waiting for him to finish undressing you as you keep kissing his neck.

Your bra and underwear are next and you can’t believe how free you feel.

“You are so fucking beautiful!”

“Need you, please...”

He nods, immediately lifting you in his arms, and you don’t stop kissing him until your back hits the bed.

“How do you want me?” You ask, and he frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Position, Bucky.” You try to clean your face with the back of your hand as you wait for his answer.

“We can start like this.” He gets between your legs and lifts them on his shoulders. His hair is messy, all over his forehead, and you giggle, brushing it away from his eyes.

You’re so wet he gets inside you in one movement, and you both moan. The fullness is so good, you arch your back. Sex with Bucky will never get boring, you are sure of it. He’s a perfect combination between caring, desperate, and curious.

“Bucky!”

“Yes, bubba, I’m here.” He kisses you as he starts to thrust. “I’m right here.”

Your legs are wrapped around his ass, pushing him inside you harder every time he pulls almost completely out.

“God, I love your cock so much!”

“Just that?” He pouts, making you laugh. He’s a baby and a daddy at the same time.

“I love you, bubba, you know that.”

“And I” thrust “want” thrust “to hear” thrust “it again and again.”

“Fuck.” You close your eyes, turning your face to the side without realizing.

“Eyes on me, doll. Eyes on daddy.”

“It’s hard...” you cry out, even more turned on by him calling himself your daddy. It fits him so much!

“Fine.” He uses his metal arm to turn you around on your tummy.

“Bucky!” You scream because of the sudden movement and the empty feeling since he pulled out.

“Hands and knees since you don’t want to look at me.”

You shake your head, amused, but you get in the position, raising your ass as much as you can. You love when he fucks you like this. Everything feels deeper, and there’s no distance despite the fact you can’t properly see him or kiss him. “So dramatic of you.”

You flinch without realizing when you feel his palm connecting with your ass cheeks.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, no.” You quickly assure him, looking up when you hear his worried tone. He never spanks you too hard, and the amount of strength he uses makes you enjoy it. It always makes you wet. “Just didn’t expect it.”

“Good.” He kisses your forehead. “Ready?”

“Hurry!”

He quickly gets inside you as soon as you finish speaking, and you gasp. It takes your breath away, but you can’t help but wiggle your ass. His hands grab your hips and he finally starts to literally pound you just the way you both enjoy it. His cold metal fingers feel so good.

“B-Bucky!”

“Do you love it, baby?” You hear him, but you don’t understand how he expects you to answer. You can’t even breathe properly.

“Ihm.”

“Fuck, you’re so wet around me. I love you so much.”

You try to tell him you love him back, but the words are so distorted you give up.

You’re close already.

“Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna be a good girl and let go? Make daddy prouder?”

And just like that, you come. You don’t hear anything anymore: you can’t distinguish the words, only his voice. You feel so good, so light, that you don’t realize the wave of tears that hits you.

Bucky smiles, knowing these are from so much pleasure, and doesn’t continue to thrust much until he comes inside you. You moan again, encouraging him to fill you. To give you as much come as he has.

“Yes, yes. Please, need your come.” And you know he loses his mind every time you do that. “Please, daddy.”

A few seconds later, you feel him move his hands.

“Fuck me, baby, this was incredible.”

You nod, trying to find your words again.

“Yes, it... it was.” He helps you turn around after he gets out of you and groans.

“You look so fucking good! Perfect to eat right now.”

He makes you laugh before you slowly kiss him, moaning when your tongues find each other. There is something unique about the way he uses that mouth.

“I mean it. Gonna eat you now, ok?”

It’s the only warning you get before your head drops to the bed again and his is between your legs. His shoulders are broad enough to keep your legs extra spread, and you try to keep your eyes open just to enjoy the sight.

But it’s hard. His tongue on your clit then at your entrance, licking and eating his own come combined with yours makes you so weak you have to grab his hair to have a focus point other than his mouth.

“Jamesss.”

Your hips move uncontrolled toward his mouth as soon as you feel him slowing down. He tries to keep your back on the bed by pushing your tummy down with his metal arm, but it’s impossible. The coldness on your skin makes you cry even more.

“Fuck, fuck, Bucky, please...”

You can’t believe how close you are again, but his tongue is always great. You don’t remember a single time he didn’t make you come like this.

You gasp when he moves his tongue up to your clit quickly, which you did not expect. Even though you should have... you should have expected him to bring two metal fingers to your mouth and command you to suck them, then to push them inside you at once as he sucks on your clit. And sucks. And sucks. And when he takes it between his teeth, grazing it just enough, you come.

You don’t even realize you are screaming, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t think even for a second. And he doesn’t stop, he keeps using his tongue and fingers until you have to beg him to.

You’re trembling, absolutely consumed when he moves up to kiss you.

“Fuck, we taste so good, doll.”

You kiss him again, making sure to lick his lips before he opens his mouth. You taste amazing together, indeed.

“Yes.”

“Good. Are you feeling better now?”

“I can’t feel my body,” you say before laughing.

“Are you sore?”

You touch his face. “I feel well fucked, daddy, don’t worry.”

His face is priceless every time you call him that. It’s funny how a big man like him gets red so easily. You never get over this.

“You and that… name.”

You pinch his chin immediately, stroking his hair. “As if you don’t enjoy it.”

“I do. Look what you did to me!” He shakes his head in a disapproving way, and you feel happy. He makes everything lighter... easier for you. He learned when and how to push you, and it helps that you have a similar sense of humor.

“I’m better now, thank you. It’s just so unfair because you are a wonderful director.”

“Just director?”

You giggle, seeing his pouty mouth. “And writer.”

“And?”

“And?” You raise your eyebrow.

“What else?”

“I don’t-” You burst into laughter when you feel his hands tickling you. “Stop! Stop! F-fine! Best... best boyfriend.”

“What? Didn’t hear you.”

You roll your eyes. He’s so predictable sometimes.

“B-best boyfriend in the world. Now stop! You’re so unfair!”

“Alright.” He gives you a boyish grin, which makes him look so young. His smile never changed from what you saw. His childhood pictures, his college ones... he kept it and it makes him so adorable.

“I love you, old man.”

“Not this again.” He fake puffs before kissing you. “I love you, too.”

You wake up with a few notifications and a message from Bucky telling you he’s gone to do some grocery shopping. You were wondering why the house was silent. Even when he wakes up earlier than you and tries to be silent, there is a low sound from the TV or his music player.

What you don’t expect is to have thousands of DMS and following requests as soon as you open your Instagram.

You don’t understand at first, still sleepy and hungry, until you scroll through your feed and see Bucky’s post. You almost drop your phone.

There are two photos. The first is only with you, but you don’t remember when he took it. You’re not looking at the camera, staring at the sunset, so it’s clear he took it without you knowing. He’s had this for months... and he never showed it to you. God, you miss Italy!

When you swipe to the next pic, one with both of you as he’s biting your cheek, you laugh. You were being so silly that day. Your fourth date... He was ready to eat your whole face and he didn’t want to take no for an answer, so you started to bite and suck his chin in return. It was the first time you spent the night at his house. It feels like years ago...

Then your eyes finally drop to the description and you start crying a little.

I already won the best award that exists a few months ago❤️ Thank you for your support!

You notice he turned off the comments, but many common friends liked the post.

Fuck, that means you are officially together everywhere. Wow.

You can’t believe what you woke up to. You two never kept your relationship a secret, but you preferred being discreet. You are aware of how this looks from the outside, both of you do, but does it matter? At the end of the day, the people you care about know the truth, you work hard to get jobs, and that’s enough.

You immediately open your gallery and choose a couple of photos with you and him, then just with him: hugging, Bucky kissing your cheek, him making dance moves, his face up close... some random pics you love.

You choose to use only a red heart as your caption at first, but before you publish, you add a few words because it doesn’t feel enough and even tag him on your boobs.

What a view: @jbuckybarnes #photosdump

Happily, you let the comments on and look for a certain short video you absolutely adore from your vacation: he has his head on your lap, napping soundlessly while you run your hand through his hair. His face might not be visible, but it’s clear it’s him. His shoulders, his moles, and his hair...

You remember how he groaned and whined every time you stopped touching his curls, bringing your hand back to his head.

“Bubba, more...”

Smiling, you tag him in a small font, choosing a color to fit the yacht floor, and post it.

The next fifteen minutes you spend in the bathroom, taking a shower, doing your routine, and changing into some clothes you left here the last time.

“Baby?” You jump when you hear Bucky in the bedroom all of a sudden, but you don’t let the shock hold you back from jumping on him.

He catches you, thankfully, and holds you by the ass as you kiss him all over his face and neck before stopping on his lips. Your tongue finds his and you moan in his mouth shortly after, making him groan, too.

“Good morning!”

“I love you,” you whisper, resting your head on his chest.

“I love you, too. Didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but we needed breakfast.”

“Can’t believe you did that.”

“What?” He asks genuinely confused.

“You know what!” You say, words muffled by the material of his T-shirt. You are surprised how this small normal thing made you so happy you can burst.

“Ah.” He realizes, leaning in a bit to kiss your hair. “I should have done it ages ago.”

You really hate how he tends to take the full blame when it’s not the case. “We then... but now it’s the perfect timing.”

“Yes, the perfect timing.” He carries you around until you are both back in bed.

The breakfast can wait, so can you to see his reaction when he finds your posts.

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hanrinz · 1 year

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RUNAWAY PARTY FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI.

secret bf! bakugou brainrots & after party runaway !! showing you to the world will always be one of the best decisions he have ever made.

content. pro-hero! bakugou, female reader, fluff, kinda ooc. secret relationship! wrote this in an hour and i just can't find it in myself to proofread :(( wc. 1.0k

notes. i luv katsuki sm it hurts, someone give me recs of katsuki fluff. I feel like im dying

running away with katsuki at the after party and trying not to get caught by the paparazzi which proves to be quite impossible, but that doesn't really stop you from doing it. the both of you managed to slip away with your long gown in one hand and your other hand clutching kasuki's.

hastily, climbing his car and driving away from the scene, leaving with a middle finger out for the press to see.

it was exhilarating, it made your heart race, you can hear the blood pumping into your ears.

your giggles are heard throughout the night and his mouth quirks up with a small smile. he looks so handsome in his black-red suit, with his jacket around your shoulders, his cuffs unbutton and rolled up to his arms, showing his muscles. his hands are so pretty on the wheel, as he steps on the gas, driving faster on the road.

feeling the cold air on your skin, your heart warm and fuzzy, as you look at katsuki making you smile so wide, that your cheeks hurt. your managers would definitely throw a fit in the morning, but they didn't matter right now.

all you can care about is you're here with your lover, enjoying your time in the middle of the night, as the moon witnesses your rendezvous.

it all flew like a blur the night itself was to be remembered only by the two of you.

you were awakened by the multiple calls from yours and katsuki's phone, the name of your managers displayed both who had hundreds of miscalls and a few angry texts accompanied with it.

it was 10:45 in the morning. immediately, answering the call, you were hit with a loud nagging voice, "y/n where the fuck are you?"

"m' at home," rubbing your eyes, letting out a yawn indicating you've been disturbed in your sleep. "have you seen the articles? i thought both of you and the company agreed not to be out on the public?!"

you can definitely hear her frustration, you almost feel bad. well, almost.

checking the web for the latest news, your face and katsuki was definitely the first thing that popped up with the words of the news of your relationship.

"THE HERO NYMPHAEA & DYNAMIGHT ARE DATING?"

"HERO AFTER PARTY; SECRET RELATIONSHIP! WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY NIGHT?"

"TWO HEROES SPOTTED RUNNING AWAY FROM THE SCENE TOGETHER!"

and so on, the media is having a field day with both of you as the topic. with your manager still ranting and panicking in the background, begging you to at least leave a statement or help her out. you couldn't care less about what the media thinks.

immediately, hanging up the phone cutting up her voice, you could only imagine her fury, definitely not the one you would like to deal with.

but, maybe your idea would ease her worries about the press. opening your camera and propping up in your vanity, snapping a picture of yourself in the mirror in katsuki's well known black skull shirt with his sleeping figure showing a little in the photo. not enough to see his whole face, but enough to recognize that it's the well known hero.

posting the said picture, with a caption 'party afterglow <3' and the minute you upload it, your phone was already blowing up again with people in the comments and likes.

moving to the bed again as you silence your phone and katsuki's, reading some of the comments before you close it.

deku_ i was always right and no one believed me!!!

⤷uravity you didn't tell us tho?!?

red_riot congratulations y/n-san & bakubro!!

⤷chargebolt when will it be my turn?? :((

pinky:3 the fucking audacity! i need all the tea!

⤷ cellophane i fucking knew it!

it has you chuckling, shaking your head as you dip deeper into the covers where bakugou sleeps peacefully. wrapping your hands around his waist, as you nuzzle your face into his chest. his arms coming around you as a reflex as he pulls you closer to him.

his eyes opening slowly, with a groan leaving his lips from the exhaustion from last night, parties have never been his thing. though, it was bearable whenever you were there.

giving you a kiss on the side of your head, following with a small 'good mornin' with his morning raspy voice. you smiled at him and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could get used to waking up beside you. "did you sleep well, angel?"

"mhm," you hummed softly as you traced his face with your hands. "your manager was calling you a while ago, he seems mad 'suki," you snickered.

he huffed, clearly annoyed with his ever loving manager, always up on his ass and whatever shit he was doing. "oh, fuck him" he breathed out and that just makes you laugh more.

and he doesn't give a fuck of whatever his manager concern was, your melodious laughter dying down as you look at him in the eye, uttering the words he would always hear whenever you're alone together,

"love you 'suki," your eyes now glinting with love, as you whispered those words to his face, huddling closer to him. you don't know what you're doing to him, and it's driving him crazy and everything you do just gets him so worked up and it's not even funny anymore.

"i know you do, baby" he knows, and he really did want to say it back to you too, but your cute pouting face whenever you beg him to say it back would be an offer that is hard to pass up, and that is exactly what he did.

"katsuki say it back!" his smirk widened as he hears your pleading voice, you were a little too easy to tease, but he really can't say no to that cute face of yours.

"love ya too, more than you could ever imagine." he says as he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

and it was perfect like how you would always be perfect in his arms, perfectly his and as he was to you.

he was thankful that your relationship doesn't have to be a secret anymore, he can't really stand the press any longer with their fake news, and well.. he can't really stand your relationship being in the dark too.

it was all definitely worth it, because it's you.

likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! i'm gonna cry i suck at writing dialogues <;/3

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #roses ‘r rosie

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daydreamingyuta · 3 months

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Can I please request for a Mark or Jaehyun fluff piece? Something like a meet-cute or awkwardly, sweetly jealous situation please? :)

Can I Sit? | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, getting locked out of your dorm was the last thing you wanted after hours of studying, but meeting mark made the inconvenience completely worth it. wc: 1,034 a/n: Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it :) meet-cute's are always so fun to write <3

Your bookbag hits the ground as you follow it onto the floor, searching every compartment for the keys to your dorm. You've never forgotten them before, so they had to be there, just hidden.

Hidden very well it turns out, because as you turn your bag upside down and empty everything from the inside, they’re nowhere to be found.

This wouldn't be so much of a problem if you were getting back from your regular classes, but you just got done with a five hour study session in the library and it was 10pm, the same time your roommate was in the middle of her night class.

You sigh as you put everything back into your bag and take a seat on the ground right by the door, too tired to do anything else. The hallway was basically abandoned, besides the occasional person walking by and you were grateful to not have too many eyes on you while you were locked out.

You text your roommate, but you already know that she always keeps her phone on "Do Not Disturb" while in class, so she’ll only see it when she gets out.

A good fifteen minutes passes by before somebody walks past you again. You briefly make eye contact and you couldn’t help but notice that the stranger was cute as he gave you a polite smile. You watch him round the corner and then go back to scrolling on your phone, just trying to pass the time.

A few minutes go by and the same stranger is in the hallway again, but you hardly take notice of him. Until, you watch him pass by you a third time. You’re usually not the type to strike up conversation with someone you don’t know, but he looks harmless enough. “Are you lost?”

"What? No, I just..." You wait for him to give an explanation to his actions. He doesn't, but you can see that he wants to ask you why you're sitting on the ground.

"I got locked out and my roommate has night classes." You say, setting your phone down on your lap.

"Oh, so are you going to be out here for long?" He asks, genuinely concerned. You shrug your shoulders at him, unsure of when your roommate would be back.

He nods his head and motions down at the floor next to you. "Can I... sit?"

"On the ground with me?"

"Yeah." He shrugs, even though you can tell that he's not indifferent about your answer at all. For some reason he seems like he really wants you to say yes.

"Sure." You move your bookbag to the other side and he gets comfortable next to you, setting his bookbag in his lap. He introduces himself and you learn that his name is Mark.

Although the situation you find yourself in with him is a bit awkward, you notice that you feel strangely calm around him, as you both talk about your majors and the classes you're currently taking.

When conversation runs out though, Mark scrabbles for his phone. “I have to show you this picture of the moon I took last week.” He scrolls through his camera roll for a minute until he stops and turns it to you, showing you the prettiest photo of the moon.

You can’t help but find it so endearing that this stranger not only took a picture of the moon, but had to show it to you. It made you wonder how many people he excitedly showed it to this past week, wanting everyone to see its beauty.

He takes one last look at the photo himself and then sets his phone down and reaches for his bookbag. He unzips the front pocket and pulls out a granola bar. “Wanna split it?”

You were feeling a bit hungry, so you agree. A few people sporadically pass by you two in the hall as you finish your halves of the granola bar, no doubt wondering what you both were doing on the floor.

Feeling like you were running out of topics for conversation, you decide to just start asking him random questions. “What’s your favorite accessory to wear?”

“I think maybeee… a hat.” A big part of you loved that he seemed down to answer your silly questions. “If you didn’t have to worry about money, what would your dream job be?”

“A writer. Or a singer. Either one.” Based on what he told you his major was, he wasn’t pursuing either one, but his eyes lit up when he answered you and your heart tightened at the thought of someone telling him to choose a different career path.

“Favorite superhero?”

“Spider-Man hands down.” His eyes also light up when he says Spider-Man, but in a different way than before.

“You actually remind me of Spider-Man a little.” You say, and he visibly gets giddy like a little kid. “No, like I actually have a theory that in another universe I am Spider-Man.”

You were fully ready to ask him about his theory when you felt your phone vibrating with a text from your roommate. You tell Mark that she’s on her way back and you can see a hint of disappointment on his face, but he quickly hides it.

“But thank you for waiting with me, you’re really sweet.” You say, both of you standing up. He scratches the back of his neck, slightly flustered at you calling him sweet. “No yeah, I… You’re just too pretty to be sitting out here all alone.”

His words were unexpected but what you really weren’t expecting was the butterflies in your stomach from his compliment. You smile shyly at him, not knowing what to say, but letting him know that his words are appreciated.

Just as it looked like Mark was about to say something else, you see your roommate walking down the hall. “That’s my roommate.” You say, pointing her out to Mark.

“Oh, good then I should go.” He says, but you found yourself not wanting him to go at all. “I’ll see you around?” He asks, hopeful. You nod your head at him, knowing for certain that you will want to see him again.

#mark lee #nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #mark lee x you

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azyimnothere · 3 months

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HEEEEEELLLLOOOO GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!! 💙💙💙

How are we doing today? I know that they were doing great

It's pretty much an idealized version of what I think that Velchid selfie turned out like, I'd imagine that those little star cameras aren't all that great in resolution since they have so much going on in them to just be able to fly, do you think they'd be like drones or something? If that's the case I can just imagine how bad the paparazzi are in Mount Rageous, or would those cameras only be red carpet exclusive? Who knows, but either way I tried to make it look like a little shittier photo with a lot of blinga-ding from reflection and lights. I hope you guys like it! It isn't my best work to be honest but it's nice 😅

Oh and I don't know if this is already a thing or not, because I checked everywhere and couldn't really find it, tell me if you know someone who made this thingy first so I don't falsely claim it as mine okay?

So it's one where Orchid becomes a surprise assistant to Velvet and Veneer! (And of course Velchid is sprinkled in...not really sprinkled in, more like there's a full tub of salt)

So here's a little backstory if you want to know :D

As we know, there was mentioning of an assistant in the movie, or I just imagine it, I'm not sure atp it's 3 in the morning.

Anywhezel, so I thought it would be in one of those accidental encounters by chance.

Crimp had a hard day, on the verge of a breakdown every second because siblings became "kinda" overbearing, and with no assistant around to help (because they most likely quit), she had no help around them. There was nobody who was willing to take the job that was licensed for working and helping celebrities that way because of all the horror stories previous assistants shared around. Siblings didn't really care Crimp was alone with them, so they just put all the extra stuff on her.

Crimp knew she needed a bit of help purely to keep her sanity on the line with her, so she decided to take a walk and think about what to do next (after she made sure siblings were in bed of course). She sat on a bench in the nearest neon-colored park and cried, not knowing what else to do, and had to let it out.

But she heard someone approaching, turns out it was a purple haired mount rageon and she looked at Crimp sadly, and asking her what's wrong. That's how Crimp met Orchid!

Orchid was making her way from the grocery store and saw Crimp crying on the bench late at night, Orchid recognised her easily since Crimp was mentioned a few times by the siblings on social media, there were also some photos. Plus, despite being small she was hard to miss.

Crimp explained her situation and told Orchid she couldn't do everything alone anymore, and that no one was willing to take over a bit of the burden since the siblings simply scared everyone off. Which made Orchid feel sorry for her.

But Orchid figured, that she could perhaps help Crimp out, the job at that doughnut shop she worked at just wasn't payed enough for her to move out of her mom's apartment, she wasn't forced to move but craved some independence ever since she turned 18 (which wasn't that long ago).

A good bonus was that she got to work with her favorite duo! despite it probably, being a little challenging.

Orchid gave that proposition to Crimp, which made Crimp a bit sceptical, Orchid was a nice girl and didn't deserve that kind of stress, but Orchid persisted because Crimp didn't deserve all that stress either.

On the end Crimp agreed, it only had to go through the approval of the siblings first.

And as expected, Veneer didn't really mind who was helping Crimp as long as they helped Crimp in the first place, and everything gets done in time.

Velvet on the other hand wasn't all that for it, she remembered Orchid faintly from a memory of a concert, which meant Orchid was a fan, she didn't want some nosy stalker snooping around. But as she inspected further, and listened to what Crimp had to say, she reconsidered it and ended up agreeing, unenthusiastically.

So that's how Orchid is now a busy celebrity assistant for two.

The story is a little basic, but it is solid I think, there will probably be comics about it in the future if you're interested! 💕

Also here's some Ritzneer I didn't post, warning! Boys kissing!!!

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Love you lovelies!!!! 💙💙💙💙

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ivyjupiterwrites · 2 months

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TW: Slight mentions of blood & violence

"Roach, I need to use your phone." Panicking the sgt handed his phone over and sat there while Ghost did what he needed to. As the seconds lurched forward, he couldn't help feeling that Ghost was doing more than just 'looking at something'. And much to his dismay, of course he was correct.

(I like to think of it like when your Dad asks for your phone 'to do something' then just goes on a lil cruise, cause privacy is irrelevant.)

"What the fucking hell are these pictures?" well that certainly wasn't the first thing Roach had been expecting him to dig up, but they were just hanging out in his gallery.

Ah yes.

The pictures.

The ones he had taken--of you, for you, at your request because you were doing something on the side. That being selling photos and videos to whom he could only assume were weirdos--considering how much they paid to see you drizzled in fake blood with skimpy lingerie.

"Ummm they're pictures of (y/n)?" Was Roach's weakly uttered response, not really knowing what else to say. There wasn't anything more in his mind that could be said.

"No shite." Ghost spat in return, he could blatantly see that--he had been wondering more so about the nature of the photos.

"Listen," explaining the best he could, Roach motioned toward his phone that was still firmly grasped in Ghosts hand. "She called me up, she asked me to come over and take photos. It ended up being this." he gestured to you, half undressed in a patch of greenery with fake blood squirted all over you. "And now that you've reminded me, I have to send those to her and delete them. They keep jump scaring me every time I open my damned camera roll--and giving me nightmares."

"What're they for?" when Ghost didn't hand the phone back, Roach begun to internally chuckling to himself. While only posing quite small questions, Roach knew when his lieutenant was intrigued.

Even if it was the slightest bit.

Ghost was a strictly need to know kind of man, if he didn't want to know, he wouldn't of asked. That was the basis he went off of for nearly everything, and it made life much easier for Roach.

Ghost was a man of pure minimalism. Conversation or otherwise.

"Well look who's a curious lil kitty cat~" not sharing the same regard for his teasing humour, Roach carried on as he received a rather nasty glower. "it's some sorta side thing she does, for like cults and stuff she gives them photos...Ya know, I'm not really totally all that sure, she just promised they paid well. That I would be compensated for my time served."

"I see." Was his superiors response, then Ghost was quiet. Staring down at one of your pictures for a thoughtful moment before flipping through a few more. "If I told you I could make you go missing, how scared would you be?"

"Very. And would 110% believe you. Why?" Eyes flickering around nervously, Roach then lurched back from the darkly brooding man dramatically. "Oh Jesus... You've already decided haven't you?--I'm already dead aren't I?"

"No." He shook his head, "not yet."

"Anything I can do for you to stay on the particularly alive side of life?" The sgt offered in consolation, if there were anyway to sweeten the deal he'd do it.

(He's picturing how he's seen Ghost do shit like this and S W E A T I N G.)

"Send me these," Ghost handed him back his phone as nonchalantly as possible; yet the smouldering rage in his brown eyes that sent a polar shiver down Roach's spine suggested otherwise. "and never tell a damn soul about it--including (y/n)."

"Sir yessir." Saluting him Roach hustled away from the scarier than hell lieutenant, snickering to himself while he sent Ghost the requested goods.

Of course this would be his thing.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #gary roach sanderson #cod 141 #141 x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #mw2 141 #ghost simon riley #ghost cod #roach cod #tf141 #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Hi !! I saw ur post earlier and I do have some request if you don't mind ! 🫶🏻 ( you may ignore if you don't felt comfortable my love! )

I wanted to request König with HANDSOME AS HELL Fem!reader (if you know what I mean), No need to be tomboyish just a Handsome woman but is actually up to you. Just wanted to see König having a Handsome Girlfriend lol

Hope this works!

Pairing: König x f!reader

“Mine”

In a nest of blankets and pillows on your bed, both you and König were saying your goodbyes before he would leave for a month again.

Holding and caressing your face, small pecks were given by him to every inch of your face. Sighs coming from his mouth.

“Why couldn’t I be a teacher?” Pulling your head back and leaving marks all over your neck.

“Or maybe even a geologist. You know I hear they pay well for digging up dirt.”

You try to picture your boyfriend in a normal job setting.

“What about me? How am I going to tell everyone about these on my neck?”

“That you belong to someone?” "Your heart is with someone?" He scoffs and continues going down your neck, around your collarbone.

There was always something possessive with König. He made himself bigger, wider, to throw people off. He was never fond of PDA until you. He sheepishly said “I just like the feeling of everyone watching.”

Weird. Yet the man would not order at restaurants and excuse himself to the bathroom while giving you his order. He hated it.

He stopped for a minute staring at you again. Eyes fluttering toward yours, your nose, your lips. He stared back up at your eyes again, where you winked at him.

Flushes of pink rising up his face, he bites his lip rubs his hand on his face. He’s nervous, gets nervous when you’re so open and flirty with him.

“God, you’re so … beautiful.”

You laugh.

“König, you’re staring again.”

“No I’m not, I'm just trying to remember your face.”

“Do you understand how difficult it is to leave such a beautiful woman behind?”

You bite your lip, hide in his bare chest.

“There’s a reason I don’t take pictures with me of you. I would have to fight the whole crew for them not to come find you.”

He stops, adds, “Not that I couldn’t take them all.”

You look up again, “You would fight for me?”

He stops and realizes the can of worms he had been keeping from you.

“I did once.”

You blow raspberries out your mouth. Ignoring him. He could be lying.

“König stop it.”

He reaches over towards the bedside table. There inside is a Polaroid wallet full of pictures of you, him, random objects, and buildings you both take photos of. He scans the booklet for the picture. He pulls it out.

What he pulls out is a wrinkled picture, the corners of it are torn, the back of the photo looks like someone had already wrapped the picture in their palm attempting to destroy it. The picture is of you, König took it. His hand on your cheek, his thumb in between your lips. Your lips look pink, used, and swollen, but your eyes are seductive.

You remember what happened right after that picture snapped. König had tossed the camera and the photo aside to gently pull you down towards him.

“This photo right here had fallen out of my pouch.”

You stare at him. “So?”

He looks at you, with raised eyebrows. Of course he didn’t tell you.

“On the last trip I took, this photo fell out of my pouch.” He grabbed your cheeks again, set a full deep kiss and continued,

“A Scottish man had picked it up and began voicing obscenities”

Your eyes widen. Not only was this photo of personal property to König, but you were embarrassed anyone else had seen it. Had the photo been passed around?

König kept going—

Soap whistled,

“Je-sus fucking Christ would you look at her lips?”

“Got to be very careful around here mates, someone’s bird could be taken from right under their nose.”

“Aye, she looks like she could have a good time, could probably make her my bird.”

And I SWUNG AT HIM. König cut through what else happened that night.

“I promise you, dove, nobody could take me off of him until his big teammate had dragged him away from underneath me.” “He even tossed the photo towards me.”

You’re surprised. Surprised that he could let comments like that get to him.

“I grabbed the picture up and mashed it into my pocket and never opened it up until I got home.”

You’re kind of turned on. Knowing that you belonged to König and he didn’t want anyone else to know about you.

“That’s not all of it, from then on, everyone kept asking me about you and I even received comments from women on the team.”

He curls up against you again, one arm underneath and the other pressing your breasts toward him.

“Which is why when I say it’s hard to leave a beautiful woman behind, I don’t know who else is waiting for you around the corner.”

You laugh. Never thought König was the jealous type. Possessive? Maybe.

You huddle closer and grab his face.

“Guess you’re gonna have to fight more people huh?”

He pins you down against him. Holding your arms above your head.

“Mine” he claims. Continues sucking on your neck. “And I’ll let everyone in the world know.”

#könig #call of duty #konig call of duty #könig x reader #ask #konig x y/n #konig x you #konig x reader #john soap mactavish

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natriae · 11 months

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A fun white day

warnings: far to loving, deepthroat, masterbation (male), p in v, ushi is soooo pussy drunk (could be read on its own but some characters will not make sense)

5k words

one year later

Poland

"so how are things going with the wife,"

"She's not my wife," Ushijima responded to his teammate in the crowded bar. You're not his wife, yet.

"yeah yeah, did you get her anything for Valentine's day?" He asked, forgetting that the two of you celebrate differently than they do here.

"We don't do that. She gets me something then I get something for her next month,"

"oh yeah, yeah I forgot," His teammate was far too drunk already while Ushijima hadn't even gotten through his one beer. "Well, I can tell you this. Get her a sex toy! My wife loves the vibrator I got her," Ushijima's face flushed at his friend's comment. Other people at the bar began to look over at them at the outburst. Deciding it was time to go home, Ushijima grabbed his teammate and drove him back to his house. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his wife when she opened the door.

That night when Wakatoshi got home he was welcomed with a quiet house. You and Isa were in France spending time with Tendou, and Ushijima couldn't go with you guys. Even though that was the plan. Ushijima's manager had scheduled him for an important meeting that he couldn't miss. Sadly, he wasn't able to spend time with his best friend and his now family. He sulked to his room missing your bright energy engulfing him as soon as he opened the door. Once he was ready for bed he got in the covers and pulled out his phone for one last look before hitting the pillow. He thought back to his teammate's remark and searched up sex toys. He's never used one, and he doesn't think you have either. While scrolling through a dildo had caught his eye. It was a custom dildo. He could get a mold of his penis, and you would be able to use it whenever he wasn't there.

The two of you had now been together for a year. Falling asleep together in the same bed and then waking up tangled in each other's arms. Yet not once had the two of you had sex in your time of being back together. The six foot three man laid in bed thinking about what face you would make when you used the dildo. What face you would make when you were using his own cock. Bouncing up and down on him, and using him for your own pleasure. He felt his dick begin to harden at the thought and attempted to dismiss it, but the thought of you stripping for him made him go crazy. He already has a hard time keeping it in his pants when he watches your thighs jiggle as you walk. He's worried he'd scare you away if he tried initiating it. The last time the two of you did it, at 19 and 18, he left immediately the morning after, but now he knows about after care and all the other stuff. He just needs to prove it to you. He adds the dildo to his cart for now, and he will maybe buy it after post nut clarity. His left hand goes under the covers and in his boxers. He felt like he was 18 again secretly fisting himself after games where you looked so pretty cheering him on. He used to get erections everyday in highschool seeing you, but it interrupted his volleyball practice and deep down he felt terrible for thinking about you that way. He learned to keep it down, and then the two of you finally had sex, but it's been years. He's only had sex once. With you, and his cock had been craving your sweet pussy ever since. He began to slightly stroke his cock in a way he thought you would do it, but it wasn't the same. Your hands were soft and his weren't. He picked up his phone with his right hand and began to scroll through his camera to a picture of you on y'all most recent date. You were wearing an expensive silk dress Ushijima had brought you as a gift from across the world. The photo was of you sitting across from him at the white clothed dinner table in a fancy Italian restaurant. In the photo you were leaning forward a bit so there was a perfect amount of cleavage. His dick jumped a little and a tingle went down his stomach. He began to slowly stroke his dick again as he looked at the picture. He imagined your makeup being ruined from gagging on his thick cock. How loud you would be doing it. How you never do anything half assed, and how you would try and deepthroat him. He thought about your pretty face covered in his cum. How you would thank him for the meal, and begin licking your lips trying to get all of it. He started to think about his cum dripping from your pussy. He couldn't believe he got to fuck you at 19 without a condom, and didn't spread you legs to watch it drip out. He tightened his fist a bit to bring himself a little pain. He wanted to recreate how tight your pussy was that night. Finally what brought him to his high was the thought of your big pregnant belly. Your boobs would get bigger, your face would get rounder, and your thighs would get fatter. He was going feral over the thought of you pregnant with his baby. He quickly threw the covers off of his body, and jerked his cock faster as he reached his high. Small huffs and groans were heard in the small room while the first spurt of cum came out of his cock. He hasn't cum this hard in a long time. He tried to catch his breath pulling out his hand to find it covered in white. Looking down he noticed his boxers had a dark patch on his crotch too. He quickly got changed, and returned to his bed looking at his phone. He looked at the dildo in the cart for a few more minutes before ultimately deciding to buy it.

1 month later

14 March

Walking into the house both adults couldn't stop thinking about one another. They had just gotten back from dinner, and ushijima was clad in a white button up and black slacks. You, on the other hand, wore the same dress Ushijima got off to just a month ago. You were still unaware of the fact of course. Isa was spending the night at a friend's house allowing you and jima some alone time. When the two of you reached the bedroom you walked up to the broad man and put your hands on his chest. You kissed his jaw and left a peck on his lips. The two of you only kissed a handful of times and made out once. It wasn't unusual, but it was still special to him to receive a kiss.

"jima," you said in an airy voice. The way you said his name has the blood flowing straight to penis.You were looking up at him and suddenly your large doe eyes weren't as innocent as they were before.

'Can I do more?' he could tell you were asking. He nodded his head once and you left one more peck on his lips. Your hands began trailing down his chest feeling each bump from his muscles through his shirt. You unbuckled his pants and began pulling his shirt out of them. You left small kisses on his jawline and felt the small stumble on your lips. He smelled so good. So manly in a way you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You began unbuttoning his shirt and slowly lowered yourself as you reached the bottom of his shirt. Now on your knees you looked up at the tall man and his head was looking down at you. He couldn't get over how pretty you looked right now. Both of your faces were flushed red at the intimate moment. His hands remained on the button of his pants and told him, "toshi i've never done this before…i-i'm sorry if it's not good," He watched you in a way that said it's okay. "you're the only person I've had sex with," He remained quiet at your comment. Had he had sex with another person while the two of you weren't together? He watched your eyebrows draw together in thought. He panicked that you got the wrong idea and immediately shook his head.

"You're the only one I've had sex with. The only one I want to have sex with," He was so sure about everything. You couldn't help but smile and find comfort in his words. You continued to unbutton his pants and bring down the zipper. After you pulled down his pants you looked at the small wet patch on his boxers. You could see his cock jump through the boxers every time you moved your hands on his strong thick thighs. God everything about him was large and muscular. Pushing him back he got the memo to go sit on the plush bench that rested at the end of your bed. Ushijima brought his left hand down to your face and cupped your chin so you looked up at him. He then ran his thumb over your lips before sliding it into your mouth.

Deciding to give the lucky man a show you closed your eyes and began to slowly lick and suck on his thumb. He gasped a bit in surprise and pulled his thumb out to then work on getting his boxers off. You forgot just how big he was down there.

It was pretty average length, but he was gurthy. His thick cock hung down while he sat. He was taking his shirt completely off and you sat in awe of the Greek god in front of you. Strong pecs, and eight abs starting right under it. His big biceps that would bulge out in every shirt he wore. There was a prominent V-line and green haired happy trail that led from his belly button down to his beautiful cock. He was so veiny and inviting. He's cock seemed so heavy it could barely hold itself up. You left small kisses starting at his knee trailing up his leg til you reached his pelvis. Then you repeated the same on the other side. Both of you thought back to how he did the same to you all those years ago. It felt so good and you haven't even touched him yet.

You lifted your hand and put one on his cock and the other rested on his thigh. You heard toshi take in a breath of air throught his teeth as soon as you touch him. He was so sensitive right now. He could cum at any moment if you let him. You sat up a little on your knees and let a glob of spit slowly drip down from your mouth. Landing perfectly on the mushroom head. His pretty, dark red, leaking tip. His dick was a bit tanner then the rest of him and it made him all more appealing. You lifted his dick up more so it stood straight and leaned you head down to lick a soft stripe on a vein that started in between his balls and up to his tip. He had such big balls. They hung down over the side of the plush bench, and you couldn't help yourself but pay more attention to them. No wonder you got pregnant the first time with those big breeder balls. If Ushijima could see into your head right now all he would hear is the word cock over and over again. He jumped a bit when you cupped his ball and put it into your mouth. You suck gently on it while you fondle the other. You switched and repeated it on the opposite ball. You stopped when you saw his thigh begin to shake from the simulation.

You looked up to see your 'toshi watching you with hooded eyes as you left small kisses and kitten licks on the head of his cock. Finally you moved your head down to take it in. You started sucking softly on the head giggling a bit at his expressions. He looked so pretty. His head started to lean back, but he kept forcing himself to look down at you. His mouth was open and his chest kept rising and falling. You moaned around him and he let out a gasp. His groans were music to your ears as you tried to force his cock deeper. Taking him out of your mouth you spit on his dick again and begin moving your hand up and down jerking him off. When you began to suck again you felt a large palm thread through your hair pushing you lightly down on his cock. The master bedroom was full of so many sounds from just two people. Gagging, groaning, and gasping was all that could be heard. You could tell 'toshi was close by his abs tightening up and his breathing picking up. While you sucked on his cock you forced yourself to deepthroat him. You stuck your tongue out to lick between his balls as tears began to fall from your eyes. At one particularly loud gag that had spit seeping from both sides of your mouth Wakatoshi pulled you off as you coughed for air. He stood up and began jerking his wet cock off at the sight of your flushed face with red, teary eyes. Your eyes held so much love. Your large doe eyes looked up at the man as he came undone. His head leaned back and he closed his eyes tightly as he came all over your face. You tried to stick your tongue out to catch the thick ropes, but most of it landed on your face and your pretty black dress leaving it stained by your loving boyfriend's semen.

Once Wakatoshi composed himself he hooked his hands under your arms and brought you to your feet. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you harder than he ever has. There was so much passion in the kiss. He didn't want you to get away from him. The cum that was on your nose got on his and he couldn't care less about it. He licked your bottom lip and then inserted it into your mouth. As your tongues danced together he began unzipping your dress and letting it drop to the floor. When he finally departed from you he saw the tears fall from your eyes. You had a small smile on your face and watched his eyes roam around your face.

"Why are you crying, bunny?" His deep voice had a small crack in it as he spoke. He was very worried that you were in pain. Had he done too much? Did you not enjoy it as much as he did? Did you not want to move forward?

"because i'm happy," You said, his hands raised to your face and you placed your hands over top of his, "i'm so happy right now," There were small cracks in your voice as you spoke though sniffles, tears, and your quivering lip . You really were so happy. There was so much love between the two of you and just a year ago you were convinced everything was lost for you. But here he was holding you close. Skin to skin. Wanting to show you through his actions how much he loved you. He nodded his head once and dropped his hands to your thighs. He wanted you to jump so you did. Wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist. He turned around and gently laid you on the bed treating you like glass. He kissed down your body starting at your lips then down your neck, to your chest. One kiss on each of your breasts above your bra. Then down your tummy, one each on your hips, then he lifted up each leg at a time and kissed up to your calf. He came back up to your panties and left one kiss on your pussy through the item of clothing. His eyes were shut and he stayed there for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at you. He looks so pretty between your legs, and he thinks you look so pretty from this view. His brain short circuited when he looked back down at your panties covering your heat. Without thinking much more his strong arms reached up and ripped your underwear open. You gasped at the force in which he ripped them off.

"jima-" you gasped, but he seemed far too hypnotized to look up or even react to your outburst. He wanted nothing more than to stuff his face in your beautiful pussy.

"if you lick it, it's yours,"

"huh," you said, what does he even mean by that?

"tendou always said that if you lick it, it's yours, so if i lick it does that mean it's mine?" He asked, still not looking away from the glistening hole.

You giggled finally realizing what he meant and you nodded your head, "yes baby, if you lick it it's yours'" you couldn't help but continue to giggle until you felt his tongue lick up your already wet pussy. God, it's been far too long. He was basically making out with your pussy at this point. Kissing and sucking. He brought his left hand up and used his pointer finger to begin drawing small circles on your clit. His face kept looking up to yours and back down to your pussy to make sure you were feeling good. It was so hot to see the bottom half of his face covered in your slick, and how his eyes showed that he still wanted more. Shoving his face back between your legs, his tongue started to move in and out of your pussy. He'd curl it up as soon as he got it as far as he could then scoop your cum out. Eventually he moved his left hand down from your clit and slowly brought his middle finger into your vagina. You were still so tight, and his singular finger was so thick. Eventually he tried fitting in another, and then a third. Your loud moans could probably be heard from around the block. He was more than proud of himself. You caught his small smirk before he went to suck on your clit. You brought your hands down once you felt the small knot tighten in your stomach. Noticing your hands tugging and pulling on his hair he started speeding up a bit at his fingering. He was still sucking on your clit and his tongue kept flicking the small bean. It felt like you were gonna pee again. It felt like the future and the past were all meshing together as your thighs tightened around his head as you came.

When he crawled back up so the two of you were face to face he took his forearm and wiped at his mouth, and oh my god was he sexy.

"I need to grab a condom," He told you in his deep, sultry voice. You immediately shook your head no and tightened your hold on his shoulders. " I need words, bunny."

"no, no condom please," You could barely think and his cock wasn't even in you yet. Your bottom lip jutted out as you gave him your best doe eyes. You wanted nothing more than to feel his fat, veiny cock hitting your cervix and the risk of having his baby again. You could tell in his face that he wanted it too. He wanted to watch his cum leak out of your used pussy, and leave you nothing but cock drunk on your toshi. Yours. Everything is for you. He seemed careful about what he should do next so for a little more convincing you started rubbing the front of your right foot on the backside of his thigh as you reached behind your back and uncliped your bra. He noticed your struggle to take the bra off, and when he turned to throw it in the laundry basket you quickly brought him back down on top of you. Slightly shoving your boobs in his face. For such a big man he had such a simple mind. You began pawing at his chest and he finally got the hint. With one arm holding him up beside your head he reached down to grab his cock and begin lining it up to your pussy. You spread your legs a little bit wider as he began to rub his cock over your pussy. When it got caught on your clit you let out the most beautiful whine. He started with just the tip letting you adjust, and then slowly started to sink down. You were so lucky. You have such a handsome man on top of you, and he seemed just as out of breath as you are. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet groan at how tight your pussy was gripping him. He loved it, and no matter how badly he wanted to cum he wouldn't allow himself until you came first. If there was one thing he was good at it was discipline. He felt your arms hook over his shoulders again once he halted. He was balls deep, but he still would listen to anything you wanted. Pulling him down a bit your noses touched as you left a feather light kiss on his lips.

"Do it hard, please," is all you had to say for Toshi to get the memo. He slowly pulled his hips back just to slam them in hard. He repeated this as your moans got louder. He got more excited hearing your beautiful voice and began to speed up.

"toshi, toshi, toshi," you said smiling and giggling, " I know you're excited right now, but that kinda hurts me," you knew he didn't quite understand his own strength sometimes. He quickly apologized and began going at a medium speed.

"Is this good?" he asked as he watched your face contort and you bite your lip.

"uh toshi~ it's perfect baby," You moaned again after finishing your sentences and tears fell down your face. How could you ever think this was painful, maybe it's because of childbirth and your vagina isn't the same as it used to be but this feels heavenly. He started grunting and breathing heavily like a bull as your fingers clawed at muscled back. He wanted to make you feel so good, and he was doing just that.

"tosh-toshi uh i'm gonna cum baby," His mouth was now open a bit, and he gazed down at you unable to handle how good he felt. Everytime his abs would clench your pussy would clench too. It was so soft. His fist couldn't compare.

"i'm gonna cum too," is all he could get out before he started letting out quiet whimpers that gradually got louder as both of you came. His body fell on top of yours and you wrapped your arms and legs around him to ride out your high. Once Toshi stopped whimpering and whining you couldn't help but get sad. To hear such a strict and disciplined man whimper over your pussy was like music to your ears and totally added to how wet you already were.

His head now rested on your chest as you brought your hand up to begin massaging his scalp. You could feel his chest rise and fall as his dick came out of your now messy vagina, but his relaxing stopped as soon as he hopped up like he just remembered something. He scooted down a bit on the bed and lifted both your legs up in an attempt to bring your knees to your chest.

"jima what are you doing,"

"Watching," is all he said as he stared at your pussy, "push,"

"huh?"

"push like you're going to pee," his eyes did not once move away from your pussy. He watched as the white liquid came dripping out of your pussy in fat globs. God, he swore he was gonna come again on the spot. You tried to look down as much as you could just to see the man absolutely hypnotized. You don't think you've ever seen him this focused in your life. When he finally got out of his trance he gazed up at you and then walked into the bathroom.

You lifted yourself up jumping at the sticky, uncomfortable coldness between your legs to try and figure out what he was doing. You heard the faucet for the bathtub begin and you panicked that he was just gonna leave you here alone like he did last time. You leaned back on the king size bed and covered your eyes with your hands. Ushijima came back into the bedroom and began lifting you up bridal style. Your hands quickly left your eyes staring at the man in confusion. What was he doing? He then began walking with you into the bathroom and gently set you in the tub where the warm water was still filling. He disappeared once more to strip the bed, and then finally climbed into the tub behind you. Toshi wrapped his arms around you and brought you to lean back on his chest in the warm water. You could really get used to this.

~~later that night~~

Crawling into bed you saw Toshi come running out of the bathroom in his boxers. He had just finished brushing his teeth, and remembered that he had a gift for you. Coming out of the walk-in closet you couldn't help but watch his abs as he moved. He had eight of them. You smiled at the fact as he sat down on the bed facing you and handed you your gift. It was a smallish rectangle box and you kept glancing up at his unmoving face as you began to rip the wrapping paper off. You didn't quite get what you were looking at until you turned the box to the side and saw the dildo displayed.

"Jima!" you shouted at him. There was a large text box that wrote 'customizable to a specific penis'. "you didn't!"

"Do you not like it?" he asked with genuine confusion displayed on his face. Your jaw was on the floor unable to believe the gift he got you.

bonus bonus:

Ushi: where did you learn to give head like that?

you: i read....a lot

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

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