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kachowder · 1 year

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Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

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God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3

#yandere #x oc #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere jock #Loren Oc

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yonpote · 3 months

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ok heres how i split up the dnp eras (loosely based on dan's timeline in his interview w anthony)

2009-2011: the Sillies era :3 dan refered to it as being a dumb teen just posting cuz he was bored, which is like, thats what all of youtube culture was at this time. they met and like fell in love or whatever you know the lore dont you. phil moved from his parents home to his first apartment in manchester, and dan technically moved to uni but really he moved into phil's apartment to take advantage of his washing machine and ps1 and. yknow. other stuff. they officially moved in together in 2011 yippee hooray, the phanchester apartment holds a special place in my heart

2012-2013: THE SHIFT. they started getting Serious about youtube as a career, doing more stuff w the radio, superamazingproject started in 2011 but THE SHIFT is very easy to observe when you compare the first season of sap to the last season. ALSO. they were NOT A DOUBLE ACT AND NOT GAY 🙄. it could also be called the No Homo era lmao idk this is when a lot of shitty things were happening wrt leaked information, harassment of their families, and just generally becoming more in the spotlight especially while still in the closet being a horrible experience. but also, they moved to london and got cool opportunities with radio stuff and were starting to actually make a living on this shit.

2014-2016: Peak Dan And Phil™ Era. at the height of their popularity. they realized oh shit, we ARE a double act and not only does everyone enjoy us best as a double act, WE enjoy working together. tabinof, tatinof, dapgo, still doing the radio every month up until they start touring, 7 second challenge app, gamingmas, what the hell DIDNT they do during this time period (what they didnt do was uhh take care of themselves and not overwork and not blur their work and personal lives so much to the point where they felt like the whole apartment was a film set.)

2017-2018: Gay Softlaunch Era (aka post-baking aka glass closet) the baby steps toward authenticity, moved to the double apartment to separate work and life, ii's whole theme, dan talking abt depression, phil getting the quiff, both of them being gay as hell in every way other than saying it explicitly. important things of note: TRUTH BOMBS dropped, Interactive Introverts happened, still uploading gaming vids and honestly by the end you could feel their fatigue. and then they hiatused dapg.

2019-2022: ok these four years each feel like whole eras in themselves, but also theres an overarching theme. THE GAY ERA.

2019: im gonna futher split this year in half. first half- dad left to buy milk so other dad is taking care of us. rough six months for dannies im sure. important phil thing of note- he changed his film set from his "bedroom" to a fairly basic but cute shelf backdrop. honestly prob didnt wanna keep pretending that was his bedroom considering.... second half- DAN AND PHIL GAY. dan uploads his magnum opus. phil comes out via tweet. they go to japan and its really gay and it's The Trip to japan for them like yes they first went in 2015 and again in 2023, but Japhan 2.0 Was The One. what does this mean? proposal? anniversary? idk exactly but it was gay as hell dude and theyve talked about that trip with such love in their hearts.

2020: Phandemic (sorry that was bad) but also where tf is dan again? even with the big C-word happening, it was business as usual for phil, regular vids but make em gayer, caught a pigeon nbd, and end of the year introduces the Stereo app show Phil and Phriends where he's had chats with pj, louise, his brother, seth everman?????, and finally. dan reappears. they reveal that they bought and FULLY PLANNED a house together and are ready to move!

2021: they don't move house for another like six months! basically their house was (and is??) still being worked on AND they were in lockdown AND turns out at the end of last year, they were kicked from their Life apartment and were now living in the Work apartment so you can imagine what all of this can do to their psyche and lowkey they were getting sick of each other like it wasnt just bordering on phivorce it was nearly Phurder. Phidow. but to fill the time so that DOESNT happen, my favorite fucking thing ever happens: Lockdown Lads (and all the other names). the first taste of what a dnp podcast would sound like, with the added bonus of chaotic listener interaction. oh yeah also dan wrote a mental health guide book whatever (IM KIDDING I REALLY LIKE YWGTTN I WROTE LIKE TWO REVIEWS ON IT NOW) and they finally become Homosexual Homeowners. theres quite a bit more dnp content this year, dan being on phils channel a bit more, the phodcasts, dan's gay and not proud special.... oh yeah and hometown showdown i guess AND TEXT VIDEO 2!!! my favorite and my namesake!!!!!!!

2022: Prophecy Year..... but they didnt get married. dan returns with another longass video to say: hey i hate being a youtuber and also youtube majorly fucked me over. but also fuck that im gonna do a weird talk show and ALSO GO ON TOUR WITH THIS APOCALYPSE THEME! phil actually... slows down this year. more dan uploads than phil somehow??? but also Dan Is Leaving me is posted and i go completely insane and become the deranged individual you see today. WHICH FINALLY LEADS US TOOOOOO

2023-present: The Unhinged Era. dan's tour was a huge Emotional success for him but uh not without its hiccups due to management and all that and i think he and phil finally realize. Fuck It Who Cares. dan flies back to england FROM AUSTRALIA to make sure he can be with his future ex-husband on his birthday. CAKE HEART EMOJI. YELLOW PLAID SHACKET. they go on a gamer date and post a picture of playing footsies in a cab. THE PHUDE HAPPENS. they go to japan again and while this one will never be The One it was still a well earned holiday this time with bryony! and they took a bunch of very cute film camera pictures.... THIS IS ALL JUST THE FIRST HALF OF 2023 BTW. in phil news, he talks about going to therapy and figuring out how to manage his anxiety!!!! he changes his hair again!! he hires an editor, phan is his otp, he teases about the gaming channel a couple of times but so many of us already dropped any hope of that returning- OH WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!!!? HUH!??!? they returned, and more chaotic than ever before. the gayness upped to the max, the Weirdness on full speed, the Horniness at Very Scary Levels Oh God Stop Talking About Dogging, phil can swear uncensored now???? and this energy has continued into today...

#the shift #softlaunch #myrambles #phan

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Maybe One Day. (Ghost x Petite!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Size kink, Ghost being a little talkative, petite!reader, unprotected sex, some sad parts, mentions of death, blood, violence, (sorry if I missed any)

(Summary): Reader is in love with Ghost but is okay with the fact that it’ll never lead anywhere.

I got a petite!reader ask, you can find that here.

If she wasn’t on her phone, working, or buried in a book, she was thinking about him. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Y/N has worked alongside Ghost for quite some time now. A few years. From the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, she fell in love. As time went on, her feelings only seemed to grow for him. Up to this point, the fifth year working alongside him, she’d had very limited conversations with him. Anytime she made an attempt to deepen any kind of conversation, he shrugged her off. At first, she thought maybe if she talked to him enough. Close enough to him, maybe. Just maybe something would happen. But he ignored her, walked away from her, and always kept it short. So she gave up after about a year. From then on, the last four years after that, she kept it professional. Only talked to Ghost on missions when she absolutely had to. Didn’t interact with him on base aside from small waves, and kept to herself for the most part.

She made an attempt to hide the feelings she had for Ghost, but it didn’t always work. Most people caught on. The waves, the way she smiled and acted all giddy when he was around. Everything. She was nice to everyone but it was different when it came to Ghost. Nearly anybody could tell. Soap looked at her from the hallway. Ghost stood next to him. “Are you sure about this Ghost?” Soap asks. Ghost nods his head. You were currently folding up a table cloth. Soap sighs, spinning on his heels and entering the mess hall.

"Hey." He smiles. "Uh.. hi." You smile. "You scared me."

"Oh, my bad." He smiles. "I just heard you come out and thought I'd come talk to you."

“About what?”

"Simon."

"What about him?"

"I.. think you know."

You pause for a moment. Looking down at your feet.

"That obvious ah?" You smile. "Uhh.. maybe just a little bit." Soap laughs. "I just… I wouldn't want you getting hurt Y/N. He's kinda.. guarded. Yknow?"

"Oh I know Soap. There's no chance in hell we'd ever work out. Hell, it'd be a shot in the dark if he was even into me." Soap knows you're keeping it together but he can see the hurt in your eyes.

"What?"

"I'm.. not that interesting." You laugh. Simon waited right on the other side of the wall, listening in.

"I think he's just well guarded Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you."

You let out a small laugh, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. I know that nothing will ever come of it. It's just a dumb crush, nothing more."

Soap was only talking to you because Simon asked him to. He told Soap that there was no chance anything would ever work between the two of you and he needed you to know exactly what to expect. After finishing up the conversation with Soap, it had been made clear. Ghost had put Soap up to it. Which meant Ghost was getting tired of it or you’d been making him uncomfortable. You just wished Ghost had come to you about it personally rather than making it everyone else’s business and embarrassing you like that. After that day, you started ignoring Ghost. No more small waves when passing by. No more making conversation with him up on the roof when you took over watch, no more offering to take over his shifts or helping him with his chores. You drew back completely and passed by him with a cold shoulder. You were short when he needed to talk to you, just like he’d been with you. He noticed it immediately.

After a week or so, everyone noticed you hadn’t been active. Nobody had seen you in passing, nobody had talked to you or seen you during meals, and they noticed your captain was picking up your part of the chores. It was unusual. Eventually after they all pestered their Captain enough, he finally caved. “Alright fine. Meet in my office after Lunch and we’ll talk. But this stays between all of us.” He glares. They all nod their heads. After lunch, everyone met up. Ghost waited until a few minutes after, hiding in the hallway. “Alright. Y/N has been on rest in her room until we can get her home. She got a phone call about a week ago that her younger brother was killed in a car accident. She’s very upset, and you guys need to leave her be unless she comes to you for help. Am I clear?” He says. Everyone nods their heads. As everyone finishes up the conversation, Ghost notices a flash of black pass by the doorway to Captain Price’s office. He follows whatever it is, noticing you in the mess hall picking up the lukewarm pot of coffee. Once their conversation was done, Captain Price came in. When he sees you, he’s curious. “Hey, what’re you doing out of your room?” He asks. You raise the cup of coffee. John nods. You say nothing, making your way back to your room. It was odd for the both of them to see you in night clothes. Just shorts and a t-shirt. John looks at Ghost, getting a shrug back.

The following day, Ghost is eating breakfast with Soap in the mess hall. It’s only them and Captain Price inside so far. To their surprise, you walk inside. Broom in hand. You start sweeping up the mess hall. Something you did on a daily basis. It was a very small part of your chores. Not just that, you have your full uniform on. “Uh.. Y/N.” John looks up from his coffee. You pause, looking at him. Your eyes are bloodshot. You look like you haven’t slept in days. “You don’t have to do that, I got you covered. We’re trying to get you home.” You don’t stop sweeping. “They had his funeral already, I have no reason to go home. I’ll be just fine here, thanks anyways Captain.” You sweep everything into the dustpan, walking off. John sighs.

This goes on for a couple days. You’re on edge. Nobody sees you eat, you don’t sleep very well. You’re struggling and there’s nothing anybody can do. Everyone tells Ghost to check up on you. You like Ghost, maybe you’d open up to him. And he did try. Went out of his comfort zone to ask you how you’re doing. You gave him a short “I’m fine.” And shrugged him off after that.

To you, he didn’t care. Nobody cared. They were coworkers, nothing more. They didn’t care what you were going through, they only cared about what you were useful for.

You sat quietly on the chopper. Everyone else made small talk but you, you just stared ahead. You had a blank expression on your face. Like you were staring right through everything. Expressionless, emotionless. Like you weren’t there. Soap is the first to notice, but knows not to get involved. You’re struggling. The last thing you need is someone pestering you. “Alright. Don’t forget the plan. Y/N and Ghost are frontlines. Entering through vents on the rooftops. Gaz and I will be posting guard with rifles, Soap will be entering through the mines. It’s where the least amount of threats are.” Your Captain explains more details before the chopper lands, and when it lands it’s a go. You and Ghost quickly make your way inside, dropping tear gas through the vents and waiting for it to dissolve completely before jumping in.

Ghost notices immediately you’re more ruthless than before. Wearing no emotion on your face as you ambush people, stabbing them. Blood spatters over your face and you don’t even flinch as it does. It’s shocking to see someone so small being so violent. Successfully at that. When the buildings are clear, you’re leaning up against a pool table in the back room. Ghost is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. “You told Captain they had his Funeral already. They didn’t wait for you?” Ghost asks. “No.” You rolls your eyes. “Why?” He asks. Drawing a chuckle from your lips. You cross your arms, not turning your head to even look at him. “Deadbeat parents, they don’t give a fuck about me or how I feel.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He sighs. “Luck of the draw, how d’ya think I ended up in this shit show?”

The body in front of Ghost has one of your knives in his chest, you walk over to it. Pressing your foot down onto his shoulder and pulling the knife out of him. You wipe it off on your pants before returning back to where you were leaning at the pool table. Everyone else walks into the room, lowering their weapons when they see you and Ghost waiting patiently. They look like they had a hell of a fight. “We gave you guys the hardest task and you look untouched.” Captain Price laughs. “Just too good.” You shrug, walking passed them. Soap smiles, stepping in. “Successful mission.” He holds up a flash drive. The one you’d been looking for. “Fuck yeah.” You smile. You still had that same pain in your eyes. No matter how happy you seemed, it stayed there. You twirl the knife in your hand the entire way back to the chopper, and just like before. You’re staring off into space. Brain in an entire different dimension as you spin it around in your hand.

Overtime, Ghost notices you more and more. How much different you’ve become, how cold you’ve been acting. You’re still giving him the cold shoulder. Still not making much conversation with him.

He makes his way onto the watch post, seeing you sitting back in a chair with your feet kicked up, looking at the room full of cameras. He makes his way up to you, he’s a few minutes early. You stand up, picking up your items and going to walk away. “Leaving so soon?” He asks. You pause, body going rigid. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You still have your back turned to him. “Just thought you’d want to make some small talk. Talk about what’s going on.” He shrugs. You turn around, a smile on your face. “Yeah, let’s be friends, we’ll exchange stories about our shitty lives. It’ll be a sleepover.” You smile. “So that’s a no.” He chuckles. You bite your lip for just a second, taking a step toward him. “What? You want to be friends now? The few times I tried making small talk with you, you had Soap tell me to leave you alone. So no, I don’t really feel like talking.” You roll your eyes, spinning to walk around. “I had him tell you to back off because I could tell you liked me. I knew you wanted to be more than friends.” You laugh, “See that’s where you’re mistaken Ghost, we’re not friends. Hell, we’re not even acquaintances. You and I? We’re just coworkers. Nothing more.” With that, you walk down the stairs. It stings Ghost a little bit that you’re so cold to him, but really he asked for this. “Hey!” He calls to you. “I’m your superior, when Captain Price isn’t around, you answer to me, Sergeant.” You turn around, smirk at your lips. You cross you arms, taking a couple steps up the stairs. “Yeah? What can I do for you, Lieutenant.” The venom in your voice is potent. “Go back inside the watch tower.” You roll your eyes. “Yes sir.” You throw your bag back down once you step inside. Ghost closes the door. “Sit down.” You hate that you have to listen to him. But you do anyways. Crossing your arms and leaning back. “Good. Now talk.” He looks at you. “About what?”

“What’s bothering you?” He asks. You narrow your eyes. “You already know what’s bothering me.”

He shakes his head. “Can we just be done here? Or am I going to have to fight my way out?” Ghost let’s out a deep chuckle. “Sweetheart, you can’t fight me. You won’t win.” A scoff leaves your lips. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” He laughs. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re tiny. I could pick you up with one hand.” He sits back in his chair, the tight shirt he has on tightens perfectly over his arms and shoulders. You swallow hard, but Ghost doesn’t miss it. “You’re hiding something else, something else was bothering you.” You raise your eyebrows, giving him a ‘are you fucking serious.’ Look. “You’re joking right?” You laugh. He looks confused. “You assumed that I like you, and instead of coming to me to tell me to back off, you told someone else to come to me and say it. Not only is that a concern that should have stayed between the both of us, but it’s pretty embarrassing that everyone knows now.” You roll your eyes. “Okay. That was a bad call on my part. I’m sorry.” He places his hands on his thighs. Your eyes glancing at them for a split second. “Are we done now?” You swallow hard. “I suppose.” He mumbles.

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A few weeks later, Captain Price put you on leave for a week.

When you come back, you seem in worse shape than before. Ghost is the first to notice. You look like you haven’t been eating or sleeping. It’s late and he can hear weights crashing in the gym, pulling himself out his bed to go check on whoever it is, not surprised to see that it’s you. “Bad idea to do that without a spotter.” He mumbles. He rubs his eyes tiredly. His mask isn’t on straight, he just threw it on really quick. You say nothing in return. “Y/N, what’s going on?” You’re breathing hard from lifting the weight up. “Parents lied about my little brother dying, wanted me to send money for his funeral so that they could just have the money.” You breathe. Teeth gritted as you lift the weight. “They’ve brainwashed him, made him hate me. I got nobody left.” You’re panting hard, groaning as you lift the weight. Ghost takes it from your hands, lifting it up with one hand and laying it in the rack. “Talk to me.” He breathes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by you. What you were just struggling to lift, he lifted with one hand.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. “I don’t have anybody either. That’s why I joined the military in the first place, but it’s not exactly worked out too well in my favor because 141 is like my family. Something I’ve never had.” He breathes. You laugh. “How sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. We look out for each other. Make sure everyone is okay all the time, why you think I’m here hm? Everyone worries about you.” You laugh. “That’s complete bullshit and you know it. I used to try to talk to you all of the time and you just shrugged me off like nothing. Nothing was different between then and now. You’re free to leave whenever you want, Ghost.” You roll your eyes. He takes a deep breath. He’s clearly getting frustrated with you. “Why do you care about em? Hm? They don’t give a fuck about you, never have. Why lose sleep over it? I don’t.” He shrugs. “Rough concept. Maybe you’re just mentally stronger than me. But that’s not exactly my point.” You roll your eyes. You stand up, walking away to another area to work out. “Look. It’s almost midnight and we have to be up at 6. I’m not too keen on losing this much sleep. Let’s go to bed, we’ll talk more tomorrow.” He mumbles. “Go ahead, I’m not making you stay here.”

“Goddamnit.” He mumbles. He makes his way near you as you reach for a bar, he lifts you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. “Simon! Put me down!”

“No. You’re going to bed.”

“I’ll just lay awake.”

“Than you’ll lay awake in my bed.”

Your body goes rigid and Ghost chuckles. He opens his door up and spins around to close and lock it behind him. He throws you down onto his bed and you bounce up, scrambling to prop yourself up onto your elbows. He grasps the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. “Um.. what the fuck is going on?” You ask. He straddles your hips, leaning down into you. You let yourself fall all of the way back, backing away from his face. He laughs. “This is what you wanted, right?” You shake your head. “No-no. I don’t want your weird pity s-“ he covers your throat with his hand, the small size of you has him smiling. He likes the control he has over you. “Mnot trying to fuck you out of pity. I know you like me, I know you want to fuck me. I wanna fuck you too.” He mumbles. This side of Simon is weird. You’re used to the guarded, quiet Simon. This was new. “I like you, have forever. S’just a bad idea to start something with someone when you could die any day. But you don’t mind right?” He smirks. He pulls his mask off, and you swallow hard, seeing him.

All of him.

Everyone on base but you had seen his face.

“You’re so tiny..” he mumbles. “So easy to..” he pins your hips down into his bed. Earning a gasp from your lips. “You want me to fuck you or not?” He bites his lip. You swallow hard, cheeks burning. You nod slowly. He smirks, tugging his sweatpants down his legs. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, since you were working out. He tugs them off of you quickly. He is massive, you swallow hard when you see the size of his cock. He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, M’gonna make you feel real good. Just try to be quiet for me.” He lines himself up with your entrance and you breathe out. All of the pining you’d done. The sleep you lost over him, everything. And now? A deep breath leaves your lips when he prods at your opening. The tip of his fat cock disappearing between your folds. He’s stretching you already and he’s barely started. He groans out, holding onto your hips tightly. Holding you exactly where he wants you. He clamps a hand over your mouth when he thrusts all of the way inside of you, enjoying the way your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. He’s huge. When he starts fucking into you, it’s intense. You’re watching him disappear inside of you. He says something but you aren’t listening. “Don’t tell me you’re cock drunk already?” He chuckles. He pushes you back by your chest, shoving his thumb into your mouth. “Such a good girl.” Your mouth makes his cock twitch slightly. You’re tight around Simon and he moans out. “So. Fucking. Good.” He groans between thrusts. You’re surprised how vocal he is.

You feel a high approaching already and he notices how wet you’re getting on him. He bites his lip. Lowering his gaze so that he can watch his big cock disappear into your little hole. He’s gritting his teeth, keeping a steady pace and you tilt your head back. “Ah! S-Simon-“ you whimper. “S’alright. You can cum baby.” He mumbles, leaning down slightly and attaching his lips to yours for the first time. It sends you right into a su space, the softness of his lips has you disappearing. Your moans get muffled by him as he fucks you through your first high. It won’t be your last of the night. Your thighs shake as he overstimulates you. Not giving you anytime to adjust to him. “Fuck you get so tight on me when you cum.” He groans. He starts to rock his hips into yours a little faster than before. He’s eager, wanting his own high. “Why don’t you ride me, hm?” You nod your head. He slides out of you, moving so that you can sit up. When he lays down you straddle him, lowering yourself onto him. Hissing at the new angle, he’s going too deep. He chuckles. “It’s okay.” You rock your hips up, turning around to see how far you’re taking him down. “Try to take all of me.” He mumbles. “I-I can’t.” He chuckles. “You can. Just relax for me.” You nod your head, if you wanted to stop now, he’d let you obviously. He runs his hands up your thighs, resting on your hips. He licks his lips when he forces your hips down onto him, a gasp leaving your lips as he bottoms out again. Your legs weaken and you rest yourself onto him.

You give yourself a second to adjust and he doesn’t try to make you. Letting you rock your hips into him, getting used to it. Pretty soon, you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning out. He’s smiling a lazy smile at you, loving how dirty it is. You’re addicted to him, chasing your high on his cock. He’s getting close and he can tell you’re close too by the way you’re tightening around him and the intensity of your moans. He’s panting hard, thighs clenching and lower stomach knotting up. That sweet knot was going to unravel and against his better judgement, if you don’t stop. He’s going to fill your little pussy full of his cum. You’re rocking back and fourth in him, feeling so good. He loves seeing it, loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him. It’s just a bonus that he gets to watch it, and cum too. This is so much better than jerking off. It’s all he’s done to cum in the last few years. He wanted to make a move on you sooner but knew it was a bad idea. He grips your thighs, helping guide you onto him. “Got me fucking close baby.” He groans. “M-me too.” You pant. Your eyes are watering from being overwhelmed. He lifts his hips into yours, getting frustrated and holding you up so he can thrust up into you. “Oh fuck-“ his voice cracks and a whimper leaves his lips. “I’m gonna cum.” He pants. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby-“ he cries. “Me too Simon-“ a gasp leaves your lips when you hit your second high, feeling his warmth spill into your depths. Filling you up. Your lips are parted and you’re resting your hands on his chest. Feeling him leak down out of you.

You climb off him, going to stand up but he stops you, pulling you back into him. “Relax.” He breathes. “Sleep here.” He mumbles. Pulling you into his front. “Simon-“ he stops you. “We can talk more about this tomorrow alright? But you need sleep, and I got you. I always got you. Just sleep for now.” He breathes. Feeling his warmth and the way his arms are wrapping around you is too much. You feel your eyes getting heavy.

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stvolanis · 2 months

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summer lovin’

PAIRINGS: JJ Maybank x priests daughter!OC

WARNINGS: foul language, religious imagery, unestablished relationship, JJ being JJ, mentions of marriage

NSFW WARNINGS: loss of virginity, fingering, slight degradation, praise, pet names, biting, marking, overall cutesy sex

The heat was getting to JJ Maybank in more ways than one.

It started when his friend, who’s name he had no interest in remembering at a bonfire he attended with the rest of his friends, bet that he wouldn’t be able to fuck the priests daughter. Poor JJ didn’t even know who in the hell she was.

She was homeschooled, didn’t go to any parties and was rarely seen in town; having had all her food necessities at her little home-grown farm she lived on somewhere on figure eight. The only place people seen the jewel was every Sunday and Wednesday, bright and early, attending the local church’s 8AM service.

Now, jj by no means was a church man, but when this bet was laid upon him, best believe he was there bright and early in his best button up shirt, that just so happened to be his only button up shirt. His pants, perfectly starched to a crisp, and a cross pendant hung off of his necklace. The whole get-up, all for the priests daughter.

He was taken aback when he seen her for the first time. She was so different. Different form any of the other women he had ever met or seen on TV.

She was a small little thing. Dark brown hair braided with small pink ribbons on the end, and wispy bangs framed her porcelain-like face. Her eyes were a bright green, and if you were lucky, you’d be able to see them when they weren’t staring at her feet as if they were the most entertaining things she’d ever seen.

Her skin was pale, yet her face was scattered with disoriented freckles, almost from head to toe. Freckles covered her forehead to her nose, to her cheeks, down her neck and onto her shoulders that were revealed by her flowy sundress.

She followed her father around the busy church like a lost puppy, who had her mother hanging off of his arm like a proud trophy. Laylah, the priests daughter JJ was now so infatuated with, only spoken when she was spoken to, and hid behind her family like the plague was near and out to get her.

He noticed that she played with the flowery rings on her finger when she was nervous, or when she grew bored from her parents talking to random, faceless people for too long. He’d watch Laylah tap her feet on the wood tile beneath her, creating a sense of beat before her father lightheartedly scolded her for being too loud, to which she’d mutter a small apology.

Laylah’s mother, who’s name was Christine, just so happened to be a part of Popes moms’ book club. JJ heard Mrs.Heyward call her christy when they’d laugh over tea, showing a sign of some familiarity. JJ was sure to intervene in Mrs.Heywards book club, much to Popes annoyance as he knew what was going on, with this new found knowledge if it meant getting closer to Laylah.

Laylah, on the other hand, had heard tales of JJ Maybank. All of them filled with vile rumors, yet nothing could have prepared her for the man that stood across the room so confidently.

His skin was tanned, probably from all the surfing he did when the waves were just right. She wondered if every man from the cut was as pretty as him. She shook her head from the thought with a blush coating her cheeks.

His hair was blonde, and messily grown out—yet it suited him. A strand fell onto his forehead, and her hand itched to reach up and fix it, but she knew she couldn’t. She’d never hear the end of it from either of her parents.

“That boy is such trouble, nowadays.” Her mother, Christine, would say at the dinner table. “Yknow, I heard he was caught stealing from the fish-mart, Isn’t that absurd?” She’d gossip to her husband, who nodded his head absent mindedly as he stared at his news paper. Laylah would just roll her green eyes.

JJ wasn’t an idiot. He knew when he was being eye fucked, so it was no surprise when that cocky smirk of his pulled at his lips when he caught her red handed eyeing him from head to toe.

He was aware of the female attention. Used to it, even—as cocky as it sounded. A quick fuck was all they ever were to him, and that’s all they’d ever stay. No one had ever come close to catching his interest, and JJ wanted to keep it that way, but you were making it so unbelievably hard for him.

He knew he’d have to settle down one day, but he had always dreaded the idea. Surprisingly enough, not because he’d have to be loyal, but because of the sheer commitment. He’d make a lousy, controlling, jealousy and possessive boyfriend…imagine how’d he’d be if he became someone’s fucking husband.

Laylah was different from the women who he was used to having one night stands with, and he he could tell this without even having to approach her.

She was sweet, pretty, quiet, innocent and obedient—but obedient in a way where he felt like she bit back her tongue a lot. Like she had a lot on her mind, but her voice was too weak to be heard. She was always expected to listen and do her school work at home, and do the chores her father assigned, but she longed to be a teenager.

She longed to go out and have fun, meet people and actually have friends. JJ knew she’d love the rest of the pogues, and she’d fit in just right. Laylah wanted to party, and maybe even drink. Maybe even meet a boy or a girl who peaked her interest—but she knew she never could. She laughed at the idea in her head. How silly of her to think such things?

This was her life. Being the priests quiet, obedient daughter.

JJ was like a breath of fresh air, as she was to him, too. They lived two completely different lives in two completely different worlds that finally decided to collide on the outskirts of a warn-down church.

When he watched her walk outside, he knew he’d be stupid not to follow suit.

She sat on the steps of walk way leading up to the church, and he watched like a creep as she pulled out a bubble-gun lollipop from her bag and stuff it into her mouth with a sigh. JJ smiled before making himself known by taking a seat next to her.

Her mouth fell agape for a moment, like a fish out of water. She didn’t know what she should say, or what she should do. Maybe she should run back inside, or run for the hills? No, that couldn’t be right. This wasn’t right. But it felt like it was.

“You’re a cute little thing, aren’t ya?” He chuckled out, fishing out one of his joints from his back pocket. She gawked as she watched him light it, bringing it to his mouth and taking an easy puff right outside the steps of Gods house.

“I-I’m not supposed to talk to you.” She admitted, looking down at the lollipop that embarrassing had fallen out of her mouth when she was gawking at him. He smiled, almost knowingly. “Whys that?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.

“You’re a bad man, JJ. That’s what my momma said.” Laylah spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. JJ grabbed his shirt covered chest, feigning pain. “Ouch. Broke my cold heart, baby.” He said, smiling when he saw a ghost of a smile paint her pretty lips.

“You don’t seem bad.” She said after a while of silence, glancing over at him. He shook his head. “I’m the worst.” He admitted, though lightheartedly. She hummed in acknowledgement. “I think I’ll decide that for myself, mister.”

JJ smiled.

From that point on JJ Maybank was completely enraptured with the small girl.

He made sure to come to church every Sunday bright and early just to be able to see her, and when no one was looking, the two of them would sneak out and talk till the service was over and she had to leave with her parents.

She learned that the rumors of JJ being a thief were half-heartedly true. He admitted that he had stolen a few things here and there, but only when he really needed to. He trusted you enough to know about his troubles at home, and how stealing was the only way to make sure he was able to live comfortably.

Of course, it upset her. She hated that he had to go through what he did, and she knew he deserved better than what life had dealt him. She was glad he didn’t try to sugar coat it like everyone else seemed to when they spoke to her. Everyone treated Laylah like she was a child, and she just had to take it.

But JJ—he made her feel like a woman.

He listened to her when no one else cared to, and he comforted her in his own odd way with understanding. She didn’t talk much, but when she did, he listened to ever honey-covered word that slipped past her plump lips like they were law. He clung to every sentence, and every laugh.

He wanted to know how many more laughs she had. Besides her usual giggle, he wanted to count them all. He wanted to know what made her upset, and what kept her up at night. He wanted to scare every bad thing away. Chase away her worries and woes, just to see that smile he grew to adore so much.

What was once a bet was turning into so much more, and JJ didn’t know how to feel about it. He wasn’t used to the feeling of caring for someone ever since his mom. He didn’t want to hurt her, like he seemed to hurt everyone else. She was delicate and sensitive, and like Christine said, he was a bad man. No good for a girl like Laylah Moore.

Fear consumed JJ at one point when he caught himself daydreaming about a life he didn’t know he’d enjoy while in the middle of class.

The thought of coming home to Laylah after a hard day. The house smelling of his favorite food, roasting warm in the oven. She’d turn around with a sweet smile one her face, kissing all over him while letting out little “I missed yous” and “how was work?”. He could picture himself wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as they swayed together, a slow song playing in the background.

He shook himself from the thought with furrowed brows. it was unfair. All of it. He knew she would never be able to be with a man like him—and it was a thought he’d have to shake out of his head.

But till you realized that, he’d have her in every way he could.

So there the both of them were, sat snug on Laylah’s pink sheets. Her legs were spread and trembling as JJs fingers slipped past the band of her underwear, working at her sensitive bud. His fingers teased at her entrance as her hand gripped on to his upper arm; nails digging into his muscle when he entered her knuckles deep.

Her mouth hung agape as wayward moans fell from her lips that were swollen from JJs relentless attacks on them. “Shh, honey. Know it feels good, but y’gotta be quiet, mama.” He cooed as he curled his finger, making her walls clamp around his fingers.

“Don’t want your daddy to find out that his daughters a whore for pogue dick, hm?” He mocked, his free hand coming up to wrap around the base of your throat tightly. Laylah whimpered, biting down on her lips to suppress her moans.

“Can I stuff this pretty pussy, baby? Hm? Want my cock to fill you up?” He asked, his breath leveled with your ear. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her head way thrown back onto his shoulder as she felt her end near. “S’wrong, JJ! have to wait f’marriage.” She slurred.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Gonna marry you anyway, pretty baby.” He said, not realizing what he said till Laylah’s doe eyes peered up at him. “Really, JJ?” She asked with hopeful eyes.

Fuck. How could he say no now?

“Course, s’long as you let me use this cunt whenever I want.” He replied, kissing the side of her cheek sloppily. Her bottom lip sat snug between her teeth, deep in thought. JJs fingers had long slipped away from her pussy, and his fingers that were still coated in her slick tenderly rubbed at her thighs.

“S’gonna hurt. That’s what my friend told me.” She muttered, doubts creased into a frown. JJ rolled his eyes. “Just gonna hurt for a second. It’ll feel good right after, promise.” He reassured. God he wanted to beat up the stupid friend who told her that. Making his life harder than it needed to be.

“Pinky promise, JJ?” She asked, holding out her manicured pinky. His interlocked with hers, and in a flash, JJs cock was aligned with her entrance—her juices spilling over and acting as a lubricant as he slid his cock between her folds.

His chest swelled with pride as he watched the way her eyes never left his cock, almost frightened. “Too big, JJ. S’not gonna fit.” She said, shaking her head back and forth. “I’ll fuckin’ make it fit.” He huffed out.

His fat tip prodded at Laylah’s entrance, teasingly almost before he plunged his cock inside of her with one harsh thrust. Her eyes widened and tears pricked her eyes as the stinging pain in her lower region began to become too much. It felt like she was being torn in half. “Take it out, JJ! Hurts too bad!” She cried out.

He wiped the tears from her eyes, kissing her trembling lips. “I know, shh, I know. Just give it a second, yeah? It’s okay, baby. I got you.” He whispered, kissing anywhere his lips could reach to distract her from the pain. She clung onto him; her nails digging into his back. A trophy he’d later wear when he goes out surfing with his friends.

His cock sat inside of her, and she could feel the twitch of his cock, and the way he pulsed inside of her. God, it took him everything in him to not start fucking her into oblivion. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it, and he didn’t want to further hurt her.

So, he waited. And as soon as she breathed out a small whimper that sounded more of pleasure than pain, he slowly began to rock his hips into her. “See? S’not that bad, pretty baby.” He grunted out, throwing her legs over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around her thighs tightly.

Her mind felt fuzzy with bliss as his tip kissed her cervix. Her hand reached to cup the side of JJs cheek, and he froze for just a moment. Her touch was tender, and so fucking full of love. The love he craved but was to afraid to accept. But he’d accept it for her. He’d do anything for her.

He melted into her touch, and his lips crashed down onto hers as he began to pick up his pace again. Their lips molded together perfectly, and nothing could prepare JJ for the words that slipped past her lips next. “I love you.” She said, but it was barely above a whisper.

He didn’t hesitate with his response. “I love you too.” He said, digging his face into the crook of her neck, planting a soft kiss. Laylah’s hands tangled in his hair as her legs wrapped around his waist, securing his position inside of her as she felt her stomach tighten.

“I feel weird, JJ.” She moaned, her head lulled to the side as he smothered her neck with kisses, and laid fresh hickies on her breasts. “Just let it go, baby. Squirt f’me. Know you can, baby, give it to me.” He moaned out against her, his thumb traveling down to play with her clit.

“O-Oh God!” She moaned out, the grip she had on his hair slightly tightening, almost painfully, but JJ didn’t care. He rather enjoyed it. “Not God, sweetheart. Me. Say it. Say my fuckin’ name.” He urged, biting down on her nipple painfully.

“JJ!” She moaned out again and again like it was a prayer, but was muffled by his hand clasping around her mouth to quiet her noises. She was wrapped so tightly around him, and he just barely managed to pull out when he reached his peak.

JJ’s cum painted across Laylah’s lower stomach, almost beautifully against her pale skin. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she watched JJ jerk himself off a few more times, his cock releasing a few more drops from his mushroom tip.

He looked so pretty like this. Mouth hung open as he panted, and the small mound of blonde hair that sat atop his cock was drenched in her fluids. His hair matted to his forehead from sweat, and that boyish smile dancing on his face as he moved the hair out of her face.

It felt right now. Laylah was no longer ashamed of her feelings, nor was she afraid of what figure eight would say when she would bring JJ along with her as a personal plus one at an important meeting of her mothers.

Before, she was living, yet she never really felt alive. She drug herself out day by day, like an endless cycle of disparity and orders. She hated getting out of bed, as there was never anything for her to look forward to throughout the day. Nothing to keep her going. She was just there.

And as she laid on top of his chest, tracing stars over the muscle of his arm, she felt content. she felt happy. She felt free. And most of all, she felt alive.

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 1 month

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EVE AND LILITH THEORY

Okay so we don't know why lilith went missing for seven years. But what I do know is this ain't lilith

Lilith hair is slicked back in every backstory we see of her

In the photos, we see that'd show if she has her horns or slick back hair, which is covered by hats or completely cut off.

But I know for sure in this scene right here before what probably was before lilith left it looked like Eve

And here's my theorys.

NUMBER ONE:LILITH IS CONTROLLED BY EVE. (Far fetched and wrong words but you'll see what I mean)

it could be their the same penny on different sides like in brittle bones Nicky number two when the devil and God are the same people

Like the lyrics "I'm mufasa and I am scar" it's like yin and yang

In goodness, theirs evil and in evil theirs goodness.

THEORY NUMBER 2:EVE AND LILITH MADE A DEAL.

Lilith was a famous woman in hell, not just because of being queen but also because of her singing. (Can't wait to see who is casted for her I hope it's someone who can hit high notes). Maybe lilith wanted to "get away" from everything but still wanted to be in touch and see what's going on hence all the eyes everywhere in hell.

And maybe Eve wanted a family. Cause adam does not seem like someone you'd wanna spend your whole (after)life with. Eve probably wanted someone who'd love her and by lucifer loving lilith and forgets things like where charlie was even though he's not a bad guy and says vaggie as maggie. Lucifer probably dissociated so much he forgot lilith looked different but still loved lilith who was infact Eve.

THEORY NUMBER 3:EVE IS DEAD

I don't think she made it into heaven, unlike Adam. Cause by what we've seen, no one knows why people go to heaven, not even a seraphim (the highest rank of angel right below the power god has but the second highest rank.)

THEORY NUMBER 4:THEY BOTH RAN AWAY

Powerful women becoming wives arc 🤷‍♂️

THEORY NUMBER 5:EVE HAS ALASTORS SOUL.

Look I don't know much but I do know eve does that whole pretty little liars smile and shushing the mouth thing. Who better to own alastors soul then someone who smiles no matter what?

THEORY NUMBER 6:ALASTOR KILLED EVE

Look, Eve was probably the first human to fall besides Well lilith who fell with lucifer. Eve could've been one of the higher overlords that alastor broadcasted killing.

THEORY NUMBER 7: LUTE IS EVE

Yknow I thought this one was a far stretched one. Theirs 3 clues. Lutes personality was like someone who could put up with Adam. And I know Adam made the exorcist. But vaggie didn't like Adam and before she fell she didn't like killing a demon.

Lute has the same personality as Adam but is way more serious then Adam is so Adam doesn't blow anything but she doesn't get mad when he gets close to doing it and when he did she stayed by his side agreeing with him.

Lute was personally distraught by Adam's death. And of course, she isn't like this with no one else. Why didn't the exorcist get distraught that they were obviously around him?

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sadtoru · 3 months

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gojo satoru was 17 when he realized he loved you.

lets start from the beginning. you and gojo had been best friends since you were 7, being assigned the two (potentially?) strongest sorcerers at birth and all, it would take a lot not to meet each other before going to the same school in the future. you met at one of those stupid clan meetings where everyone brags about how rich they are blah blah. as the strongest, you two were basically allowed to do anything you want, no one could stop you anyways. but, you were still at a stage when you wanted your parents to be proud of you, so you followed them around for the meetings. somehow, your two clans forced got you to meet eachother. it didn't go so well as planned. you both glared at eachother, not believing one would be stronger than the other. hell you two almost got in a fight. after that, you did become friends after a few more meetings together. youd invite eachother to one anothers houses, play together, ect. just trying to be kids, yknow? sure you two were quite competitive, but you grew to become extremely close friends in about a year. little did you both know you'd grow up to rely on eachother so greatly.

but, what made him realize he might like you, was his best friend geto suguru.

suguru and satoru were sitting in class after it had ended, talking about who knows what, when you'd grabbed satorus attention for a second. "I'll see you at the cafe at 6, right?" you asked, to what couldve been anyone else in the room (suguru, shoko, satoru), but satoru immediately knew you were talking to him, because of your plans to check out that new cafe that everyone had been going crazy about. you two had a lot in common, and one of those similarities was your obsession with sweets. so you'd go on little trips dates together to get your daily dosage of sugar. he looked over in your direction to give you a salute, paired with a "yes ma'am!" you laughed and shook your head before leaving the classroom with shoko, heading to your dorm room. satoru subconsciously watched as you walked away with a smile on his face and a look in his eye, that didn't go unnoticed by suguru.

"you like her?" suguru asked him. satoru seemed to be lost in thought, since he didn't respond in any way. just kept staring st your unoccupied seat. suguru smirked and kicked him while his guard was down and he and his desk fell over together. "ouchhh. what was that for?!" he asked rubbing his head that hit the ground with a scowl, clearly annoyed. "you didn't answer me, whats got you so distracted huh?" satoru thought for a second. "that cafe, duh!" satoru rolled his eyes and left his seat on the floor, not caring to pick it up. suguru suddenly started laughing. satoru narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. "what are you laughing about?" satoru asked. "oh nothing. just about how clueless you are to your own feelings" suguru wiped away a fake tear and started walking out of the classroom, followed by a confused satoru. "haa?! whats that supposed to mean you dick head?" gojo sweared, still oblivious to the hints suguru laid out. "for someone so "strong" you really are dumb when it comes to common sense" suguru casually insulted him. an irk mark appeared on satorus face and he went to punch suguru, but he dodged it in time. "just tell me what you're laughing about, what, y'too scared?" satoru tried to tease him to get the truth out of suguru. to which suguru merely chuckled. "I think I'll keep it to myself for now" suguru grinned and ran ahead of satoru. normally satoru would chase him and force suguru to answer him but he simply rolled his eyes and went the other way this time. ooc, I know, but he was busy with his thoughts.

a few days later, you and satoru had already went on your cafe date trip. everything was somewhat normal until this day. satoru had forgotten about what happened with suguru a few days ago. but a bit late at night past curfew, he was so confused with himself, he decided to ask suguru for help.

"suguruu!!" satoru slammed sugurus door open. lucky him, he was still awake so the annoying actions of a certain gojo that has never knocked in his life didn't phase him too much. satoru closed the door behind him, somewhat quietly, and that's when suguru knew something was up. 'satoru never shuts doors, so that means he has something important to say. a favor probably' suguru perceived satorus actions. "what's up" suguru asked simply, hiding his curiosity in satorus out of character behavior.

"suguru. i kinda need a favor. I just need to ask you something.." satoru rubbed the back of his head nervously. to this suguru lifted one brow. "I can't promise I'll answer it" suguru replied, deeming suspicious activity. "it's not anything you wouldn't wanna answer okay? just.. it's really weird.. I don't know.. It's just that, whenever I'm around y/n my heart randomly starts beating really fast, I get a little sweaty and I feel all nervous, and then I end up saying stupid stuff and-" he sighed as he put a hand through his hair in frustration. "it's been happening for awhile time but it doesn't happen around anyone else.. d'you know-" Suguru started laughing at him before he could finish his sentence. it started with a small chuckle until he burst out in full on laughter as satoru furrowed his eyebrows and frowned at suguru. "what's so funny? I'm asking for real advice here!" he huffed and went to open the door again to leave, but suguru stopped him.

"satoru, I think you're in love with her"

#like 90% of this was an old draft from like 2022... this was cringe im sorry yall pls forgive me #gojo #gojosatoru #sadtoru #fanfic #gojoxreader #satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru is oblivious to love #suguru geto #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x you #first one shot on tumblr go easy on me

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Stop i feel like it would be so cute if you wrote about how one of the twins (bill or Tom) fell in love at first sight with reader and just became infatuated with them since

I feel like Tom would be such a cute option tho because YKNOW he’s a playboy BUT I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SO CUTE IF HE JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH READER AND NEVER LOOKED BACK

Love at First Sight

It felt so weird for everyone involved

Tom Kaulitz, the fucking playboy, was in love??

It was so shocking that even Bill feared what was going on

Tom didn't even know how to feel at first

He was used to flirting with fans, living how he wanted and not giving a shit

Until he saw you

He saw you and immediately it felt like something paused the entire world and he could only see you

He didn't even talk to you yet!

You just looked so MF beautiful

He couldn't help but stare at you

Especially when he heard your laugh along with seeing your smile

He couldn't help but freeze up for a minte

It was probably at a concert you went to

You asked for a autograph and legit had to ask twice to break him out of his staring at you

Once he got over that, he started flirting a bit to try and see what was going on

You even flirted a bit back, but not like the other fangirls did

Not tryna be that girl, but you caught his attention quickly

Be it your personality, your style, how you looked, carried yourself or confidence

You did something right that night

Tom legit was pacing wondering if his heart was broken because it didn't seem the same

He seized his opportunity and somehow got your number

The rest I shall leave up to you

After y'all get together he is so smug and flirty and proud he got you

Fans were so shocked when they saw he was in a relationship

Especially when pictures of you guys were leaked

And you can tell he was visibly whipped!

You guys were shopping?

He's holding your bags with his card in your hand

He's holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek, has his hand in your back pocket, dodging paparazzi with you and almost shamelessly making out practically

He is not scared to flaunt this mf relationship because he can and he is somehow so happy in it

He didn't think he would actually find that specific great love

You somehow changed his perception of love

He will kiss you, hold you, be held by you, bring you onstage, run back to you backstage

Somehow he will always find you and you cannot escape

So many pictures of him just staring at you with somehow such a loving look in his eyes

He changed somehow so much and the band is almost thanking you

Fans are always up your ass for "changing" him

Mostly crazed fangirls, but neither of you can give a shit

He found you, and somehow, you let him have his chance

Treats you so well as to not risk losing you

Feels so bad in arguments

Like, babe, don't fight

And mother fucker snatched it and will not let go

He turns into such a child

Wanting his hair played with, somehow making you match with him, sleeping on top of you on the bus, sharing hotel room

Will do what you ask no matter what it is somehow

Nobody shall dare get in his way

Tom has a mission when it regards you and he shall complete it no matter what

He turned into such a loveable simp and we cannot handle

Will legit carry you around if you want

Buys you whatever the hell you want, ho don't care about the cost

Has fuck you money that he will willingly go broke spending on you

Loves the smiles and the laughs you bring him

He feels like such a sap at times but loves having you hold his face

He legit wants to just be so close to you that he can crawl into your skin at times it's so clingy

You have literally fell asleep almost inside of his shirt, both slithered inside of the giant oversized shirt on a couch

He loves the nights you guys just stay up and do anything and everything

He is secretly so corny, flirty and charming it's like a total other persona

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz

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rizzyu · 5 months

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Hot Spring HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Nudity (I KNOW WHAT U ARE.), really slight mentions of the saxophone dance

A/N: bc I love hot spring prompts :)

Vox Akuma

Are you really gonna believe that this man is not gonna flirt with you the moment you step into the onsen with him?

You had stepped into the onsen and Vox already have his arms around your waist.

“Darling you look so hot.” “Vox, I just got in, have some patience.”

After a few minutes of calming down Vox, you would help untangle and wash his onyx coloured hair

Bro loves leaving kisses all around your shoulders and neck and he would be such a tease

“Getting flustered already? I barely even did anything”

And also whether it’s when you were both back in your hotel room, or when you were still in the hot spring, you would eventually be doing the saxophone dance :)

I shall not elaborate on that :)

Mysta Rias

There’s this really funny thing I thought of:

What if when Mysta went in the onsen, he was so unused to that heat that he just started screaming and jumping around

*mentally laughs*

Anyways just like Vox he would be so lovestruck when you joined him in the onsen

But unlike Vox he wouldn’t be straight up announcing his admiration for you

“Fucking hell, why are you so hot?” He’d mutter

His face, ears and neck would be all warm and flushed. And he was hoping you would think that was because of the hot spring (it wasn’t)

Oh but you knew what was going on and you would bully him for it lol

“Heheh your cheeks seems kinda red” >:)

“WH-WHAT? IT’S THE HOT SPRING”

“uh hUhhhhh ok..”

Luca Kaneshiro

I know what you are.

You’re gonna be shamelessly stare at his booba don’t even try to object

But he was feeling happy that you came to the hot spring with him, so he let you lay on them just this once :)

Though he still denied that they aren’t big.

“I’m glad you let me lay on theeeem… they’re so big and squishy.” “What?? Th-they aren’t big!”

Oh man but like picture this: tracing his tattoos

You would be sending shivers down his spine when he felt your feathery light touch on his tattoos

As well as leaving little kisses along his tattoos

You would have gotten him floating on cloud nine

But you’d also be just cuddling and chilling in the onsen till your fingers get all wrinkly

Ike Eveland

Ike’s glasses would get covered by the steam, no doubt. Maybe because that also happens to me all the time

And you would laugh at him saying he looks like one of those smart anime characters with glasses. Maybe because my friends also do that to me all the time

Anyways, soaking in the hot spring with Ike would be so cute tho

CUDDLES :D

Cuddling with Ike is always so cute tho

You would be giving him little kissies here and there

And then you both felt so comfy in the presence of each other that you eventually fell asleep together

Ike would wake up later for him to realise it was past midnight

He’d carry you back to your hotel room and help you get ready for bed :)

Shu Yamino

HE’S A SHY BOI

He was too embarrassed to look at you man what a cutie patootie

“Shu yknow you don’t have to turn your head away the whole time right? You can look, I won’t mind.”

Shu slowly turned to face you. His eyes still avoiding you as his cheeks were in a pretty shade of pink.

Ok but I think you would be such a tease because of how shy he is in the hot spring

Yknow like being more touchy and making him stiffen every time he was under your touch.

You were making his heart go literally insane but he was too cute for you to stop

I mean… it wasn’t like he didn’t like it…

#riyugu writing #yorutenshi riyugu #nijisanjien #nijisanjien x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader fluff #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino

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sleepytwilight · 29 days

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Can you write about the sorcerers reaction to a summoner whos sassy and demanding but actually is really soft and gives the best soft kisses

(Don't worry i ain't gonna ask preg sorcerers...unless.....🥰 kidding)

Ik that's you Mari xD

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

Oh dear you did give him a surprise when you first got into relationship with him.

To be fair he's quite anxious and insecure that he can't be the man you want in relationship.

Surprisingly, when you both are alone. You gave him soft kisses and cuddles with him.

He never thought he'll fell in love with you even though he's already in love with you.

Yes it's possible.

He feels like he's the luckiest man in the world right now.

He secretly brag how good kisser you are to other sorcerers.

Why? He just want to let them know you're the only person he want.

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

He's always working and you demand for his attention. For once he put down his pen and wait for you to do something.. In aggressive way.

Well he did not expects soft kisses from you, he got flustered and accidentally spilled the ink.

For the first time in his life he didn't care about work and want more of your kiss.

Can you give him goodnight and good morning kisses?

You both have private study time since then.. Of course not in that kind of way-

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

To be fair, he's a tsundere and he also demanding for you attention.

You both are so soft like real sweets.

Bickering is normal, the students already know you and Pollux are madly in love with each other.

Pollux kisses you softly just like the way you kiss him.

You both love each other so much, keep showering each other attentions.

So cute ♪ ♬ ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ ♬ ♪

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

Why are you demanding so much from him? You know how lazy he is?

How did you both get into relationship again? Tell Me-

Okay, Alpheratz had enough and decided for you to do whatever you want. He's too tired to deal with the consequences.

Later he was the one who demand for your attention.

Why your lips are so soft? Why is he awake just for you to kiss him one more time?

He couldn't get enough, he wants more-

He regrets for being lazy when you and him first in relationship.

You sooner become his pillow because he want you to be his alarm.

What kind of alarm? The alarm that give him soft kisses at morning and gently wakes him up

Yeah, you both are so cute hehe

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

He's not a fan of public affection. You should stop being demanding when he's at meeting or working- Pls he feels embarrassed-

He can't take it seriously when you demand him to be on bed knowing you were Polaris...

Okay once he's on the bed, hell- He feels like he's in heaven. Soft kisses from you? You're so unpredictable, did you know that?

Is this what Sirrah always got when he were in relationship with Polaris?

Sirius did actually enjoy this much more than he should.

He may be a little complicated whether you're still Polaris or not.

A while later, he realized he wants you. He just wants you, that's all. Maybe he could bring you happiness like the way you bring to him.

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

Vega got red as tomato whenever you demand something from him. Do you have to be sassy and embarrassed him in front of his clan??

Dw, his clan like you. They think you guys are adorable couple.

It took him months to finally let you kiss him.

Hell his heart exploded when you give him soft kiss and gently hold him.

Summoner, congratulations. He's touch starve like Sirius and he's aware of it unlike Sirius-

Vega sometimes brought you to private room or area so you could have time together.

Can you compliment him? He'll be more gentle yknow

ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕝 for @tophatmaker

(I hope you're okay- since you said you received an anon ask??)

How did you two got into relationship? They can excuse Alpheratz but Rigel? What did you see in him?

Rigel is so cold in public yet you're here demand for your needs.

Everyone thought he got annoyed because he left after you got too demanding.

Little did they know, he's waiting for you in his room.

He's a bit awkward at first but he enjoy the soft touch and your soft kisses.

He let you take the charge, he don't want to hurt you after all.

Cute yet so demanding like you is his type.

#okay let's gooo #arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight relationship headcanons #arcana twilight rigel

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migueloharaslave · 3 months

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Miguel x Black!reader

NSFW WARNING 🗣‼️

You stood in the kitchen, cooking a meal for you and your boyfriend. You and Miguel have been together for three years already, you honestly had the best relationship.. you couldn't ask for more a man to spoil you and treat you like the queen you are. But, right now you were mad at him.

Usually you two called whenever you got off of work, but he didn't anwser.. he hadn't been answering any of your calls, you huffed as you felt your face heat up. You were so angry with that damn man. Then, you heard the front door close, the sound of Miguel grunting as he sat down his work bag.

"Baby!" Miguel called out, he looked around a little bit before spotting you in the kitchen. "I'm sorry mamas, I was busy with work baby." He walked up to you."Save it. Ion feel like hearing it." You rolled your eyes, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

"I've been calling you all day, not a single text. I don't care how busy you were, still learn how to fucking answer me." You crossed your arms at him.

"C'mon baby, I'm sorry.. Let me make it up to you." Miguel whispered as he pulled a braid behind your ear, gently bringing his hands up to the side of your face, holding it in his hands. He dragged his thumb against your dark skin, obviously since you were a blackie he couldn't notice that you were blushing, he could only feel the heat radiating off of your skin. "C'mon baby, don't be like that with me." He whispered as he kissed you.

"Stopp.." You giggled, you couldn't even keep up the rude act as much as you wanted to because of how he was acting. "Oh my god whatever, I forgive you. Okay?" You hummed. "Can you help me clean up the dishes after dinner?"

"Of course baby, I'll do anything for you.. Shii, I'll even kill for you." Miguel snickered as he kissed you gently, pulling away as he looked at what you made for dinner.

He grabbed a fork before picking up some pieces of ravioli you made and ate it. "Miguel!" You playfully hit him with a kitchen towel, "Go wash your hands. You just got off of work, plus you smell sweaty please go shower or something you're gonna have the whole house stankin'."

"Okay, I don't smell THAT bad, exaggerating shit baby. I'll go shower real quick though, hopefully you made up that bed because tonight we bout to mess it up tonight." Miguel smirked as he smacked your ass.

"Yknow what, you aint getting a lick of this." You giggled, placing a hand on your hip. "All of this belongs to my future husband."

"Am I gonna be that future husband? I better be." Miguel walked up to you, grabbing your waist, fiddling with the waist beads you were wearing.

"Yeah.. You're gonna be him. I'll be Y/N O'Hara one day.." You giggled as you pecked a kiss on his lips, biting your lip as you held onto the collar of his shirt. "Please go shower though, I'm not having sex with you when you aint smelling good."

"God, I need some of that chocolate.. Today has just been crazy." Miguel muttered, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, unbuttoned his shirt as he started to walk off. "I was doing my job.. then I had made this substance, it fell, and god that was so hard to clean up. Because it was like an acid, then we were running tests.. some guy's hair somehow got into this boiling liquid and it just exploded."

You side eyed miguel as he was telling you about his day you couldn't help but whisper 'what the hell'. Miguel pulled off his shirt and sighed, stretching his muscles. "After my shower can I have a massage?"

"Mm.. Of course baby, go get washed up. I'll take good care of you." You blew a kiss at him with a big grin on your face before walking to the bed room, getting some body oil for the massage. You laid down across the bed as you waited for him to be down, kicking your feet in the air as you watched the news.

.. After a good 20 minutes, Miguel walked into the room, looking down at you on the bed. "Sorry, I was shaving my face." Miguel muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"It's fine, you sat up on your knees, smiling up at him. "Oh my godd.. I need to tell you something that happend at the bakery. Okay so I was at work right, doing my job like usually.. this customer decided she wanted to have a fucking problem." You rolled your eyes in annoyance as Miguel sat down in front of you, just listening to your rant.

"I don't know it just really pissed me off. I made her a cake just as she requested with dinosaurs and sharks for her little boy's birthday party along with some cupcakes. She fucking told me, 'Sharks weren't around when dinosaurs were.' Bitch I do my research, I told her she can look it up they did exist around the same time. It shouldn't be that deep it was a cake for your sons birthday party." You started to put some oil on his back, gently massaging it into his skin as you applied pressure to some spots, releasing tension in his muscles.

"Baby, you wanna know something else she did?" You peeked over his shoulder at him.

"Mhm.." Miguel mumbled. His eyes closed as you massaged his muscles, he enjoy the feeling of your hands on him and the tension leaving his body. He could care less about what you were talking about, but you always listened to him so he just did the same.

"This girl literally expected me to give her a refund. Like, no baby. I made it, your son is happy. You told me how you wanted the cake and I made it. Then, she threatened to call the cops on me for scamming her? Like what? She should had been calling the cops for help to get me off of her cuz I was really about to beat her ass. Like, your son is happy, you should be worried about that. Hopefully her son has a good birthday party." You continued to massage Miguel's skin.

"Yeah.." Miguel grunted a bit.

"Y'know.. I want kids one day. I bet we would make some pretty babies." You hummed, tilting your head down at him.

Miguel eyes suddenly shot open, "Now? You want a kid now?" He turned around to look at you, "Are you sure..? I don't think we're ready for that."

"Baby, not right now. I'm just saying. When we get married, I wanna have a kid, maybe two.. three.. five.. ten." You giggled as you joked.

"One or two, or maybe three kids would be fine.. I don't think I could handle more than that, especially with my job." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

"You'll be a great dad, but I guess I wouldn't be the only one calling you daddy anymore if we do have kids." You dragged your hands down his chest, gliding your hands up against his muscle.

"I- Oh.." Miguel cleared his throat as his face heat up at your random comment, making your brows furrow.

"Your scalp look dry." You muttered as you started to pick through his hair.

"So?" Miguel muttered.

"Hold on." You scooted off of the bed standing up and walking over to the table in the room, picking up some hair oil and walking back over to him, sitting down on his lap. You bit down on your lip as you squirmed around a bit on his lap.

"Ight, stop." Miguel mumbled, placing his hands on your hips, as he looked up at you. He always enjoyed it when you were on top of him, probably one of his favorite positions. When you leaned over him to apply oil to his scalp, of course you purposely pressed your breast up against him.

After you put some oil onto his scalp you gently massaged it in, gently moving your hips up and down on his lap, that was starting to drive Miguel crazy. He couldn't help but grip onto your ass as he felt himself grow hard.

"Done!" You smiled as you got up, looking at him up and down as you sat the oil down on the table, looking at yourself in the mirror, looking back at him.

Miguel was staring at you his legs were spread out a bit as he locked eyes with you, the way he stared at you whenever he got horny was honestly crazy. You knew that look from Houston to Tokyo. "Mm.. What's wrong with you? Need something?"

"I do need something.. I want some of that chocolate." He smirked at you, he watched as you walked up to him, getting down on your knees in front of him.

You giggled as you gently pulled down his boxers, looking up at him. You bit down on your lip as you saw the way it sprung right out of his boxers. Sometimes you forgot how big Miguel was, and this was one of them days where you forgot, you two haven't banged in almost two weeks due to him having low energy and being stressed from work.

You wrapped your hand around his length, gently stroking it as you looked up at him. He had a pretty decent size probably 12 inches at most, but you never really measured it. It was two toned, so there should be no surprise the tip held a soft pink hue along with some bulging veins on the side.

"Just like that.." Miguel whispered, narrowing his eyes at you, he mostly wanted you to suck him off right now, he hated when you teased him.You then started to swirl your tongue up against his tip before pushing your head down, taking his length inside of your mouth. Miguel waited for you to start sucking a bit before he gathered your braids into a ponytail and started thrusting himself inside of your mouth, pushing his cock to the back of your throat receiving a gag in response.

Miguel didn't stop, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You gripped onto his thighs and after a couple minutes like this you heard him starting to groan which meant he was already close. You just let Miguel abuse your throat, he needed to take all his stress out on you. He did some quick few thrusts in your mouth before panting and pulling out.

"Stick out your tongue." He demanded, and you did so as you felt him grip tighter onto your hair and using his free hand to stroke himself until he came on your face. He leaned his head back as he let out a grunt, "Fuck.." He whispered. Letting go of your hair and panting.

"Ugh.." You muttered, standing up and looking in the mirror. He aimed for any spot but your mouth, you took some tissue and tried to wipe it off. "Maybe next time go for the damn mouth. I didn't want my makeup to get messed up." You pouted.

"I'm sorry, ma.." Miguel sat up, looking at you. "Cmon, bring your pretty ass over here. We ain't done." Miguel patted the spot right next to him as his length throbbed.

You rolled your eyes as you threw the tissue away and walked over to him, sitting down. You looked into Miguel's eyes, tilting your head. "What else are we gonna do?"

Miguel leaned in, kissing your neck gently before dragged his hands down, caressing your thighs. "I was thinking about you all day.." Miguel chuckled, he looked at you before he tossed you back on the bed. He started tugging down your leggings and you helped him do so, once he got them off he tossed them aside. Miguel leaned down, pecking a kiss on your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "God.. I've missed being between your thighs." Miguel whispered as he pecked a kiss against your clothed cunt, giggling as he felt your hips thrust up a little.

Miguel then took your panties off, exposing your wet cunt. He gently pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing circles in that area gently. You sat up on the bed a bit, pressing your back against the headboard as you looked down at him, biting down on your lip. "Mm.." You brought your hand down and started to play with his dark hair. Miguel leaned in, licking your folds before he thrusted his tongue inside, pushing tongue in and out lapping up your juices, and exploring every inch of your walls. He pushed your thighs open since you kept trying to close them, closing his eyes as he got into it.

He hummed against your folds which sent vibrations against your senstive cunt, you let out a soft moan as you gripped onto the sheet. Miguel then started to play with you clit, he flattened out his tongue, opening his eyes to look up at you as he shook his head from side to side, rubbing his tongue up against your sensitive bud. He brought one of his hands up and gently started playing with your breast, grazing his rough fingertip against your chestnut nipples, starting to drive you crazy."Fuckk.." You whispered, looking down at him as your thighs gently squeezed his head.

"Oh baby.." You whispered, "Please.. more I want more." You whispered as you gently gripped onto his hair. Miguel did just as you wanted, slipping two fingers inside, pushing them as deep as they can go. He started off at a nice, gentle pace before quickly thrusting his fingers in and out in your slick causing a gasp to escape from your lips.

"Good girll..~" Miguel brought himself up, pressing his forehead up against your head. "Had an attitude with me earlier, mami.. then you decided to go on and tease me, as if I would let that slide.." Miguel whispered, the faint sounds of his fingers thrusting into your wet cunt was starting the feel the room. "Huh? What was that? You ain't got nothing to say? Talking all that shit.. and now look at you, speechless over damn fingers." Miguel smirked at you and you did nothing but moan in response.

You gripped onto Miguel's wrist, whimpering as you shot your head back. "F-Fuck..! I- B-Baby!~" You cried, your thighs starting to tremble. "Let it out.. let it all out, baby.. come on my fingers for me, you beautiful girl.. do it for me, cmon. Let it out..~" Miguel cooed as he leaned in and gently peck a kiss on your lips. "Is that the spot? Mhm.. That feel good, doesn't it? Yeah.. Yeah, just like that baby.. Let it all out, sweetheart." Your body twitched under the pressure, feeling a knot build up within your stomach.

You started to claw at his arm, as your body shook out soft whimpers and gasps. "I-.. Please.. P-Please!~" You cried out, gripping onto his arm tightly as your toes started to curl. Next thing you know, you were a crying mess when you finally came, gripping onto the sheets and shaking as you threw your head back. "Fuckk.." You whined, looking down and watching as he slipped his fingers out, gently licking at them. You panted softly as your cunt clenched around nothing, you looked up at Miguel with a frown.

"Aww, what's wrong now? You mad I made you feel good?" Miguel giggled as he leaned in, pecking a kiss on your lips. "C'mon.. don't be like that with me. Yknow you love me, yknow nobody else can make you feel the way I do, ain't that right baby?"

"M-Mhm.." You nodded your head, looking up at him you felt Miguel bring his hand up and gently hold your chin. He pressed his thumb against your lip and you opened your mouth, he pushed his thumb inside and watched as you started to suck it.

Miguel felt himself throb down there as he watched you suck his thumb and stare at him with those pretty eyes, you were driving him damn crazy. "Fuckk.." Once he pulled his hand away, you watched as he positioned himself between your legs, he used his hand to hold onto his lip, positioning his shaft up against your folds. "Take a deep breath, baby." He whispered.

You bit down on your lip as you watched Miguel, looking down at his thick length and then up at him, you tilted your head at him. You admired how beautiful your boyfriend was, that wonderful bronze skin he had and those strong muscles. God you was lucky, you didn't take a deep breath like he said because before you knew it he shoved it inside, causing you to let out a audible gasp.

"My bad, my bad." Miguel giggled, pushing himself out and pushing himself back inside at a slow pace, he placed his hands on your hips as he gentle held onto it. He bit down on his lip as you clamp down onto his length, "God, you feel amazing.." He chuckled, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, the sounds of your wet cunt filled the room. "Damn, you're wet down here." He whispered as he brought a hand over to your cunt, pressing a thumb up against your clit as he gently rubbed circles up against it.

You laid back on the bed, gripping onto the pillow you laid your head on as you looked up at him, moaning softly. "Mm.. It feels so big.." You whined, squirming around under Miguel a bit, the feeling his thumb against your clit and your eyes rolled back, as he teased the sensitive bud. "Fuckkk... It feels so good." You pleaded.

"Look at me. C'mon baby, focus on me." Miguel leaned in, pressing his forehead up against yours as he stared into your eyes just as you stared into his.

"Good girl.. keep looking at me, just like that. Don't take your eyes off of me." Miguel chuckled as his thrusts quickened, causing a whimper to escape from your lips. "Ohhh.. my goddd!" You moaned, as you leaned your head back. Miguel quickly slapped up gently and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

You gave him nothing more than a dazed look, your bother was infected with pleasure you were no longer your normal self.. you were different nothing but a lustful mess trying to reach her orgasm.

"What did I just say?" Miguel growled at you, squeezing your cheeks with his hand. "I said look at me, you dont look away until I say so, do you understand?" He said in a demanding tone.

"M-Mhm.." You whined in response, him thrusting quick strokes into you was not helping any of this.

"Use your words, baby. Speak to me." Miguel whispered, pulling himself out and leaving only the tip in before quickly thrusting deep inside of you.

"Y-YES!" You whined, digging your nails into his arm, "Yes sir..~ I understand, I d-do.." You whimpered as your insides clenched around his length, you felt as though you were going crazy.

Feeling quite close to your limit, but you knew Miguel wouldn't stop.. he wouldn't stop until be had you shaking. Miguel chuckled as he pulled out, gently stroking himself. "Get on your stomach. Now." He demanded, and you did just as he wanted.

You turned to lay on your stomach, arching your back and lifting your ass into the air. You held onto your pillow as you let out a small sigh, it was gonna be a long night.

Miguel watch as you moved into position, he was obsessed with your body. He dragged his thumbs across your strech marks he always thought of them as a map on a woman's body, he leaned down and pecked a kiss up against your ass. "I'm obsessed with you, god. Everything about you is just absolutely amazing." Miguel used his hand to press his tip up against your hole, gently pushing himself inside getting nothing but a whine in return. "Better not hide your voice in that damn pillow." Miguel huffed, placing his hands on your hips, gently pressing his thumbs down on the dimples in your back as he thrusted forwards, forcing himself to the depths of you. He started to thrust at a slick pace, it wasn't too slow or too fast, just right and hitting all of your good spots.

"Oh f-fuck.." You cried, digging your nails into the pillow as you whined. "R-Right there.. Don't stop, please.." You pleaded to him as you brought on of your hands down, starting to rub your sensitive bud for more pleasure. You felt yourself get closer to climax, your body was starting to head up. Your thighs started to twitch, your back started to arch, you then pushed your hips back up against Miguel letting him know you wanted more.

You looked back at him with nothing but a look of lust on your face. Miguel looked down at you as you looked at him, he then waved at you which made you scoff. "I fucking hate you." You moaned as you looked away, of course he was gonna try to play around as if he wasn't tearing up your insides.

"No you don't. You love me. You getting fucked, don't you?" Miguel spanked your ass leaving a stinging sensation behind before he leaned down, pecking a kiss up against your back before speeding up his pace, making you grip onto the sheets. He was like an animal, fucking into you as if he was trying to wear a hole in you. Miguel then leaned down, wrapping a arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock as he pounded into you. He was so quick with his thrusts, yet he managed to hit the same spot every time, he knew that's where the magic, that's the spot that drives you crazy.

"Oh yeah.. Right there! M-Miguel.. Please, oh my-!" You suddenly let out a loud moan, as your body twitched underneath him, your eyes rolled back as Miguel brought his other hand down and started to rub circles up against your clit. He was starting to drive you crazy, "Oh my god I'm coming again.." You closed your eyes as your brows furrowed, feeling a knot start to be formed in your stomach as you grew closer to your climax.

Miguel slowed down a bit, doing a couple if deep strokes in you before you felt someone warm enter your hole, you let out a whine as you looked up at him. Miguel leaned in and pecked a kiss against your forehead, "You look so beautiful under me.." Miguel brought his hand up ans gently cupped your cheeks, squeezing your face. "You should see how pathetic you look right now."

You narrowed your eyes at Miguel, you ated whenever he humiliated you. You just stared into his eyes until he got off of you, you rested your head on the pillow as you attempted to catch your breath.

Miguel got up and left the room, coming back with a warm cloth and a glass of water. "Are you mad at me, baby?" Miguel teased you as he sat the glass down on the nightstand before wiping you down with the cloth. He leaned down and pecked a kiss up against your back.

You just huffed in response as you sat up, looking at him. You reached over and grabbed a glass, bringing the rim up to your lips and drinking the cold water. It was really refreshing after going to pound town. "Miguel." You looked over at him.

"Yes, my love?" Miguel looked at you with a smile, tilting his head at you before sitting down on the bed.

"I love you." You smiled at him, sitting the glass down on the nightstand, turning your body in his direction. "I don't express it enough to you sometimes."

"You don't have to." Miguel placed a hand on the side of your face, gently dragging his thumb across your skin, your dark skin contrasted perfectly with his tanned skin. "I already know you love me. If you didn't love me, then you wouldn't be all over me."

"How would you know if I didn't love you?" You tilted your head at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

"If you didn't love me, you wouldn't be here with me." Miguel leaned in, smiling before he pecked a kiss on your lips.

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