#wait til u get to the opening god it’s so sexy
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also been thinking abt yunjin 💭💭💭 shes so pretty she probably looks even prettier when giving head T_____T groaning into your pussy bcs u taste sooo good and all this talk about being milked is making me lose my mind a lil !!! cause she would (tell me if this is not a okay subject for you!!!!!!!!!!) LOVE sucking on your pregnancy tiddies and tasting all your breast milk while she strokes her (g!p) thinking abt how she just wants to get you pregnant again and again if you'll keep producing such good milk for her ♡ probably cums on your pussy and eats you out again so you'll be "cleaned up" <333333
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader
warnings: oral + g!p + creampies + breeding + overstimulation + pregnancy + lactation
💌: god nonie i love u to pieces ur brain words fucking wonders this is my fave thing ever aghh im gonna kissyou
“stop squirming, princess.” yunjin’s voice is distant. she’s fucked you with her tongue to the point where it dont even feel like you’re in your body anymore, and it has you convinced your girlfriend’s tongue is a gateway to heaven.
“god, you taste good.” she hums, curling her fingers inside of you, making you lurch forward as a high pitched whine is ripped from you, clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
she pulls her drenched fingers from your hole before aligning her length with your entrance, using the moisture as lube to jerk her stiff cock at a sloppy pace just outside of your cunt, too desperate to maintain a steady one.
“‘m gonna knock you up.” she promises, sliding just the thick head of her dick inside as one of her hands palms your tit, pulling at your sensitive nipple. the pain makes you jolt, pussy trying to suck her in while you grab at her wrist in an attempt to stop the assault on your breasts.
“yunjin — hah — stop..hurts” you whined, already close to cumming. you both know that you don’t want her to stop and not bothering to use your safeword is enough of a reason for her to continue, pushes her dick inside with one thrust, the tightness too much for her to bear. “i know it hurts baby, but you like it, yeah? you’re a nasty little thing that’s why you like when i hurt you n use you like a fucktoy, right baby?”
there was something so sexy about yunjin’s dirty talk. maybe it was because your girlfriend is usually such a sweetheart but the second she’s balls deep in your cunt she can’t help her mean words and even meaner actions.
the pleasure is mindnumbing, making you unable to focus on anything but her dick fucking into you, the thick veins look delicious covered in your cream and you can’t look away, your mouth hanging open as you focus on her cock disappearing inside your stretched pussy.
“look at you, angel” she tells you, “look so pretty f’me bet you’ll look even better carryin’ my kid.” yunjin moans at the thought, pressing deeper inside, her only goal to fuck a baby into you. “can’t wait til your tits fill up with my milk, need to taste it so bad.” her eyes have rolled into the back of her skull now, mindless groans escaping her every now and then.
“give it to me” you were delirious, too fucked out to process the words as they left your mouth. “gimme a baby, yunjin, need it so bad. wanna make you a mommy ‘nd have you milk me,” her thrusts speed up, becoming harsh and uncoordinated. “you’ll help me right, yunie?” you’re such a goddamn tease it makes her want to wipe the faux pout off your lips.
“yeah baby, i’ll help. gonna milk you like a fucking cow ‘nd plug you full of cum like my breeding bitch.” she snarks, her balls slapping your ass with every push of her hips.
whines and mewls are your only response, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence as you approach your orgasm.
your walls clamp around her dick in a vice grip as you cream around her and the sensation is enough to make her blow her load, bucking her hips haphazardly as she empties her balls deep inside.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl” she moans, the praise combined with the thick ropes spilling inside makes you squeal, wrapping your legs around her to keep every drop of cum inside, neither of you wanting to waste her potent seed.
even after filling you up yunjin is insatiable, continues to slowly grind her hips into yours as she kisses you softly.
she won’t be done until she’s shooting blanks or passes out, whichever happens first.
#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: 🎀#le sserafim#huh yunjin#le sserafim x reader#le sserafim smut#huh yunjin x reader#huh yunjin smut#💌.g!p#💌.oral#💌.creampies#💌.breeding#💌.overstimulation#💌.pregnancy#💌.lactation
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Glitter chapter 2
The next morning I wake up to my phone ringing I roll over and grab it "Hello"
"Girl what are you doing still in bed? get up and get dressed I'm on my way over. Tiffany called and said Nikki is waiting on us at the studio" Joanna said excitedly
I rolled my eyes " No thanks I had enough of him last night I'm not in the mood to deal with him again"
I heard her gasp " be there in a couple hours be up and ready we are gonna talk" she hangs up before I even had a chance to reply
I get up and throw on some clothes head downstairs to get coffee seeing as I'm gonna be forced against my will to go see him again. Ugh!!
I heard a knock at the door and I go to answer it grabbing my phone to reply to a text as I open the door" that was quick you must've flew here to get the tea from last night" I laughed and looked up expecting Joanna but instead was once again faced with Nikki
I rolled my eyes and sighed " what do you want Sixx? If you came here to fight you can save it I'm not in the mood" I move aside so he could come in
"That's a bummer cause it was hot seeing you all worked up and yelling" he smirked
I just rolled my eyes and sat down on my couch " there's coffee in the kitchen if you want some"
"Oh I want some alright just not coffee" he said with that sexy ass smirk still on his face
" keep wishing" I said
" I see you decided to put clothes on this time" he said as he gets up going to the kitchen
" yeah Joanna is on her way over we were going to talk and then was gonna head over to meet you at the studio but I see you decidedto come here instead" I said deciding to just keep it friendly I was in no mood to fight i was still exhausted from yesterday
"Gonna tell her how hot and sexy i am and how you almost let me ruin your insides against the wall last night" he smirked as he sat down beside me and took a sip of his coffee
" Nikki I swear to God if you don't shut the fuck up and stop being a smug, arrogant dick to me for no reason might I add I will throat punch you this time. " I threatened
"Don't threaten me with a good time" he said
" seriously what do you want? Why did you come over this time when I was gonna meet u" I said
"To finish what we started last night" he smirked
I roll my eyes " good bye sixx don't let the door hit you on the way out" I said getting up to walk off
He grabbed my arm and pulled me up against him and crashed his lips against mine. I fought it at first but then just gave in cause lord knows I wanted this man like this for many years and there was so much sexual tension between us you could cut it with a knife.
He pushed me down on my couch and got on top of me we was in a heated make out session. He ran his hand down my body and up thighs when he got to the edge of my skirt he slide his hand further up til he reached my panties he pulled them aside and slipped a finger inside I moaned and my hips involuntarily bucked against his hand he groaned as my hand found it's way to his bulge and rubbed against it. I pulled away from the kiss and he looked at me eyes full of lust.
"What's wrong" he asked
"Nothing we just can't do this here let's go to my room" I smiled and he nodded getting up an pulling me up with him as he guided me to my room.
As soon as we got inside he picked me up and threw me on my bed peeling his clothes off as fast as he could and then he stripped me and climbed on top of me
"Ready?" He asked I nodded and that's all he needed he entered me rough and fast and I loved it I threw my head back and just enjoyed the ride.
Afterwards we were laying there trying to recover and get our breath back to normal he was still laying on me with his head on my lower stomach.
"Nikki can you go get me some ice" I asked him
He raised his head up to look at me confused "why"
"Because I think you broke my vagina it's throbbing and I can't moved at the moment" I giggled
He smiled up at me " you know I've fucked a lot of girls in my lifetime but this is the first time I've been asked to get them ice for their pussy afterwards" he laughed getting up
" what can I say I'm one of a kind sixx" I laughed
He chuckled " that you are" he said and went to open the door and when he did Joanna came busting thru
" I can't believe you're still in-" she stopped and got quiet when she noticed Nikki standing there butt ass naked
"Uh..um Nikki? What?.. did you guys just? U know what? Nevermind I'll leave you at it call me when you're done" she said and looked around Nikki at me still laying there naked and paralyzed by a broken pussy.
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CHARLIE WATCHING SGRS MY BELOVED
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Bring The Heat
Endeavor x Fem Reader
Synopsis: Today is your boyfriend's birthday and tonight you have to plan something very special for him. Oh did you? 😏
Warnings: Smut 18+, lingerie, bad girl, breeding kink
Prompt: That's Daddy to you
Today's is your boyfriend's birthday. You we're so excited you couldn't wait for him when he got home, you and your friend went partying a day earlier talking your dates with your boyfriend, the number one hero Endeavor. " Well I'm glad to see you two happy for each other!" your friend replies as the blasting sound of club music echoed throughout the party. A waiter with the tray of champagnes walked towards you and set the glasses on the table. He vowed and left to go get other orders.
You grabbed the glass of champagne and raised it up. " To healthy relationship... And the best boyfriend a girl could ask for!" Your voice sounded groggy, well it was your fifth drink after all. Your friend laughed and the sound of clinging glass as the music was still kicking. You drank only half of it and opened your phone, and scroll down your pictures. " Hey...hey...hey u remember that deal we had?" you said still messed up from drinking but managed to control yourself.
Your friend nodded her head, " yeah what abou-Oh!" Yes that bet.
You stopped scrolling and showed your friend a recent picture you took the night before. " Are you sure that is a-" "And done I sent it to him." You won't remember what happened but you will remember to check your phone.
Endeavor's POV
He managed to catch up on the bank robber and caught him right in his tracks. He took the robber to the police, a vibrated motion was humming in his pocket. Endeavor rolled his eyes thinking that it was Hawks asking what he doing for his birthday tonight. As he unlocked his phone, it was a message from you. A picture of you wearing lingerie. A very sexy one at that. He stared at his phone for a good twenty minutes before snapping himself out of it. Not out in public. But his cock however is in need of realise.
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You woke up, your head ringing like a bell. A really big bell. Wearing a black silk see through rope and the lingerie that you brought yesterday. You got up from your bed, a loud rapid knocking came at your door. Enji's here already?! Shit I forgot about dinner!, You cursed under your breath, ah fuck it I'll just tell him that I ordered take out tonight. You went to the door and opened it. "Happy Birth-E-Enji you okay?" You looked worried as Enji stood there with us head down and a grip around his fat juicy cock. Poking out of his pants and the other hand holding his phone with the picture you sent to him. He slowly raised his head to meet your gaze, turquoise eyes shooting at you like prey. You could but quiver as he walked closer and closer, the door closing behind him til you were backed against the wall. Enji dropped his phone at a nearby drawer and slammed his hand above your head. Your entire body shooked. Out of fear and arousal?! Enji grabbed your chin and brought it closer to his flaming embrace. He spoke in a low and baritone voice.
"You. Bedroom. Now!"
You nodded obediently," Y-yes si-Ah! You felt a sting at your side. Did he just spank me?!
"That is Daddy to you."
"Yes, daddy."
You walked to your bedroom followed by your boyfriend who was taking off his clothes without you even noticing. As you took off the silk rope from your body and decided to turn around with that cute face you always make when it's just the two of you, he completely lost his composure and just tackled you to the floor, kissing you roughly and passionately.
Tongues lashing, hands enter twined and locked. God it was a good thing he finished his job early other wise he would've been masterbating in his office, thinking of all things he could do to you. To destroy you. To fucking Breed you. Enji broke off the kiss, letting you get some air for once. He stared at you for a moment.
"You planning this wasn't you?!"
You looked at him confused while he traced his fingers, ghosted behind your back as he unbuckled your bra, showing those delirious tits.
"That photo you sent me, it was like your asking to be put in your place. To fuck you so hard you wouldn't walk for a whole month, were you, you naughty bitch in heat?!"
You took a deep inhale as he took the bud into his flaming mouth and groped both your tits. Abusing til you admit what you did. "Yes- FUCK, Yes I did! Since today was your birthday and all- AHH- I wanted to make it special so-fuck, fuck, fuck, I miss you, I miss your strong gentle touches, I miss your fat cock everytime you were inside of me, make s me think I might just bear your children-AAAAHHHH!!"
You whined as he stopped his assault on your breasts and traveled down your glisting pussy as he removed your panties and sucked the juices til you cum. Your mind started to see blanks, eyes whitening, " I-I miss you En- Daddy, I miss you."
Enji drove his tongue even deeper into pussy and his thumb rubbing at your clit, making you cum even more. You heard gulping nosies as you came in his mouth.
He removed his face from your cunt, leaving you so empty. He looked at you desire in his eyes, panting. " I you...really missed me...then, on your hands and knees, ass up. Now." And didn't waste any time after Enji stood up on his knees, giving you room to change your position, ass shaking in the air.
Enji grabbed his dick and lined at your entrance. Poking with just the tip as he slipped himself slowly, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter he stretched your insides til you felt his balls slapped at your entrance.
You both took a moment to adjust before moving." You alright?" He asked, you gave a quick nod and started moving slowly and gently. Your moans and whines poured out of your mouth and pace got faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, everything.
"Who is your master?!"
"Y-you, only you."
"who's allowed to breed this fucking pussy til your carrying my seed?"
"You!"
"And who's your Daddy?"
"You. You're my Daddy. I belong to you, only you, Daddy."
The pace started to get sloppy, he bent down to your ear. "Then cum, cum around my cock like a brat that you are." You came like that and took one final thrust before moaning your name and flooding the walls with his seed. You both collapsed on your sides with his a wrapped around your body. "Damn...this was the best birthday gift ever." He chuckled as nuzzled in your neck and kissed your collarbone.
You sighed happily, "Happy birthday, Enji."
He whispered thank you and the two of you drifted off to sleep. Now this something he won't forget 😏
Author's Note: Happy Birthday Number One Hero Endeavor🎂🎉🎁 and plz comment, I would love to hear your response.
#endeavor x reader#enji todoroki#enji todoroki x reader#enji smut#endeavor smut#enji todoroki x y/n#enji todoroki x reader smut#enji x reader#todoroki enji x reader#bnha fanfic
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Smut Prompts
Send me the numbers as a request <3
“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”
“Look at me. Now.”
“You know I hate it when you do that, right? Keep doing it.”
“How did my clothes end up way over there?”
“You know how to make me cum, so do it already.
“Slap my ass again and I’ll make you fuck me in that closet.”
“I like it when you call me a drunk whore.”
“You’re wet? I won’t believe it til I see it.”
“That’s what I am, right? Your cock slut?”
“I’m really hard/wet and I’m gonna die if you don’t do something about it ASAP.”
“Don’t hold back, baby.”
“I can make you cum harder than that.” “Try me.”
“Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth.”
“Make it hurt, baby.”
“I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.”
“Wow, you take cock like it’s your day job.”
“I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”
“How about we do something different tonight?”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”
“You’re a bad girl/boy but I love you so I’ll let you get away with it.”
“Oh. Keep doing that.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.”
“Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind.”
“I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.”
“You’re going to get us arrested.” “Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.”
“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”
“There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey, what did you do to me?”
“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.”
“You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”
“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”
“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.”
“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”
“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,”
“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”
“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,”
“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”
“Say my name,” “Louder,”
“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,”
“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”
“I love hearing you moan,”
“Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”
“I want to hear you beg for it.”
“I’m not wearing any panties,”
“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”
“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,”
“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”
“Were you just touching yourself?”
“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”
“Spank me,”
“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”
“I’d hold on to something if I were you.”
“It seems you forgot to wear any underwear tonight.”
“Wanna taste?”
“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”
“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”
“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.”
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
“Please… Don’t stop.”
“Please. I need you. Now.”
“Get on your knees.”
“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”
“Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue?”
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”
“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”
“I know all of your weaknesses.”
“Hm, no panties?”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”
“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.“
“You make a sound and it’s game over baby.”
"If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”
“The things that I want to do to you, baby.”
“Dammit, we made a mess.”
“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”
“I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”
“I may or may not have left some….marks.”
“I think we were a little too loud last night.”
“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”
“do you like that? like being in control?”
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“You’re not going out in that outfit.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand.”
“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”
“You’re in trouble now.”
“I’m waiting”
“What did you just say?”
“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”
“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Bite me.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, i was just..” “Want some help?”
“I’m not jealous! it's just…you’re mine!”
“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me again.”
“You have no idea how much i want you.”
“Say it.”
“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, love.”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“Don’t ruin the sofa.” “Ill just have to cum inside you then.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”
“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”
“It was so worth the injury though!”
“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”
“I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.”
“Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”
“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”
“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
“Are you going to be good from now on?”
“I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
“Open your mouth.”
“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”
“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
“What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.”
“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?”
“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”
“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”
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Til Death Do Us Part? (1)
Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader
Square filled: Fake Dating/Marriage for @spndeanbingo, Fake Marriage for @spngenrebingo, Mistaken for a couple for @spnfluffbingo, “He’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything” for @spnquotebingo
Word Count: 2135
Warnings: A hint of future angst, some swearing, fluff
A/N: This is the first part of a little mini-series I’ve been working on. It will probably be around 3-4 parts, or more depending on how much fluffy cuteness I plop in the middle, but I’m pretty excited about it, so I wanted to share the first part with you all to see what you think. I hope you like it! Let me know! I haven’t finished writing yet, so you never know if your reactions may influence the series. ;)
Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist
In the dead of the night, sitting on a deserted train station bench in the middle of the pouring rain, you finally felt safe enough to let yourself cry.
So, you sobbed. All alone, in the silky, golden evening gown that you’d felt so goddamn beautiful in, you sobbed, the tears running down your face and into your already-wet hair.
You pulled the note out of your pocket, watching as the words began to smear and run down the page.
To the Future Mrs. Winchester,
You look gorgeous tonight. Just like every night. Remember to save me a dance.
D
You closed your eyes and cried even harder, the sobs wracking your body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was all supposed to be fake, a means to an end, one friend helping another...
You weren’t supposed to fall in love.
Damn that Dean Winchester.
One week and two days earlier…
You opened up the dating app on your phone, and scrolled through the dozens of “hey, sexy” and “what r u wearing?” messages before closing it again in disgust. “Oh my God, what’s the point of this stupid thing?”
Your best friend, Francesca, plopped down on the couch beside you, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, and looked over at your phone with a smirk. “The wonderful world of online dating?”
“How did you ever guess?” you answered sarcastically, amusement softening your tone. “Geez, it’s crazy! For every nice guy I find, there’s like 100 creeps.”
“Hey, what happened to that one guy? The therapist?”
You groaned. “He tried to psychoanalyze me all night. Wound up crying on my shoulder over his repressed daddy issues.”
“The architect?”
“Drew up the plans for our dream house within the first 10 minutes of the date.”
“The musician?”
“Texted his ex the whole night.”
She laughed and shook her head. “God, am I glad that I’m married.” Then, she turned to you, tucking a leg underneath her. “Hey, when are you going to give up on this whole online dating thing and just go out with Dean?”
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “I’ve told you a thousand times. Dean and I are just friends.”
“Oh, sure,” she laughed. “Just friends who text everyday, spend hours on Facetime with each other, and act as each other’s emotional support systems. Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.”
“Francesca!” you cried, an undercurrent of laughter running through your voice. “We are not practically married. Look, I love Dean, he’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything, but that’s all it is. We’re just friends, I swear.”
She looked at you for another moment, skepticism filling her eyes. “Mhmm, keep telling yourself that. I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than Dean Winchester. You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”
She sat back, focusing on her popcorn and queueing up the movie for the night, but you stayed staring straight ahead, her words lingering in your head. You wanted Dean to be happy, to find someone, just like you were trying to. You wouldn’t regret that if it happened...right?
Picking up your phone again, you stared at the picture of you and Dean that lived on your lockscreen, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. You were going to see him tomorrow. He was your “date” to a party your new boss was throwing to get to know everyone, but you’d only asked him because you didn’t want to go alone. He was always your plus one to these kinds of things, and vice versa. You both knew it was strictly as friends, there wasn’t anything more than that. Besides, you were sure that the two of you could never really work.
At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.
The sound of Dean’s Impala rumbling up to your house the next morning made your heartbeat a little faster than you were willing to admit. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and grabbed your purse and phone, heading towards the door. You were sitting in his passenger seat in no time at all, with him smiling at you from across the bench seat.
“Ready to impress the new boss?”
“Hell yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming with me. I hate doing these things alone.”
“Course,” he replied, shifting the car into gear with an easy smile on your face. “You know how impressive I naturally am.”
“Mhmm,” you laughed, shaking your head slightly. He grinned and winked at you, pulling the car into the street on the way to the “garden party” as your boss was calling it.
You were expecting some sort of outdoor barbecue/picnic situation, but when Dean pulled up in front of the mini mansion the address led to, and you saw the valets parking the cars, you were glad you’d worn your nicest sun dress.
“Damn,” he whistled, under his breath, staring out the dashboard. “Who’s your new boss, Richie Rich?”
“Apparently,” you muttered, still in disbelief. “I was not expecting this when I woke up this morning.”
“But, good news,” Dean pointed out, stopping his car in the middle of the circular driveway. “I bet the free food’s gonna be out of this world.”
You laughed as Dean got out, rushing around to your side of the car to open the door for you. You smiled and thanked him, and, after watching him warn the valet to treat his baby better than his own mother, he escorted you inside, your arm intertwined with his. He whispered something that made you laugh again, and you leaned into him, whispering back, as if being this close was the most natural thing in the world. If only it was this easy with every other guy.
When you got to the backyard, Dean dropped your arm, making a beeline for the rows of white-linen tables stacked with food. You started to follow him, but, when you spotted your new boss out of the corner of your eye, you changed tactics, wanting to make a good impression on her before she was inundated with too many people.
“Clarissa, hi,” you stammered, a little awkwardly, once you reached her. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you,” she said politely, turning to you. She studied you for a brief second before recognition registered, and her eyes lit up, a genuine smile replacing the formal one. “Oh! Y/N, right?”
“Uh, yes, yes!” You couldn’t believe she remembered your name already. Since you were one of four people vying for a coveted promotion at the company, this could be your big chance. “I’d really love to get a chance to talk with you about my thoughts on the Newman project.”
“Oh, of course, dear,” she humored you, dismissing the work talk by looking around. “Where did that nice young man that you came in with go?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, Dean? He went to get us some food.”
“That’s so sweet of him. You’ve got yourself a good one there.”
“Oh no, we’re just…”
“You know,” she said, cutting you off. “There’s a couple’s retreat next weekend for some of the higher ups in the firm, a little bonding experience, so to say. There’s an open spot left. Maybe you and your young man could come?” She leaned in and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “We’d have plenty of time to talk more if you were there.”
“A couple’s retreat?” you repeated back, growing flustered. “But, Dean and I, we aren’t…”
She glanced at your ring finger. “Oh, dear, you two aren’t married yet. Such a shame. Unfortunately, the retreat is for married and engaged couples only.” She sighed, staring down at her mimosa. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to give Stuart your spot.”
Stuart? Oh, no way in hell. That guy had been gunning for your promotion for well over a year. You panicked, looking over at Dean, who’d piled two plates full of food over at the buffet. Watching him, you imagined your promotion flying away, and you blurted out the only hail mary you could think of. “Wait! Dean and I are engaged!”
Clarissa’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really?! I didn’t see a ring, so I just assumed.”
“Oh, well,” you bluffed, struggling to think of a believable cover. “It’s all pretty recent, so the ring’s, uh, getting resized. But, yes, we’re engaged. Fully committed and engaged to be married.”
“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Then, you two can come to the retreat next weekend! It’s up at the Mountview, all inclusive.”
You whistled under your breath. Damn, the Mountview. It cost like 1,000 a night to stay there. Suddenly, you realized what you were doing, and you knew this innocent little lie was spiraling way out of control.
“Actually…”
She waved you off, looking over your shoulder. “This is so great! I’ve heard really great things about you, Y/N. I can’t wait for you and your fiance to knock the socks off our executives. Now, if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”
Before you could stop her, she was gone, having spotted someone across the room. You were left standing alone, and, looking up, you spotted Dean smiling at you from across the lawn, holding up his plates of food triumphantly.
Oh God, were you screwed.
“YOU SAID WHAT?!”
You looked around for a second, putting your hand on his chest to quiet him. “Shh, someone might hear.”
“So fuckin’ what if they hear, Y/N! You told your boss we were engaged!”
“I know, I know,” you whispered. You grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him further into the hallway off the doors to the backyard, so your argument would be blocked from where the party was still going on, in full swing. “I’m an idiot, okay? I fully admit that.”
He looked down at you and exhaled heavily, running his hand through his hair. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I don’t know!” you sputtered, beginning to ramble. “She thought we were a couple, and I tried to explain we were just friends, but then she kept talking and talking, and the retreat was all BAM, Mountview! And, then, then, she wanted to invite Stuart, I mean Stuart, of all people, and I just panicked, and, I...”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Chill before you pass out on me. Deep breaths.”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, leaning into him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, the argument instantly forgotten, and pulled you into a warm, safe hug. “I’m so sorry…” you mumbled against his chest. “I just wanted that promotion so bad, I think I went a little crazy. I’ll go out there right now and tell her the truth.”
He sighed, his breath ghosting against your hair. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
Pulling back, you looked up at him, puzzled. “What?”
“Well, you already told her we were engaged, and if you backtrack now, she’s going to think you’re a crazy liar. Besides, it’s only one weekend, right?”
“Wait, are you saying we should actually go? And, pretend to be engaged?”
His face split into an eager smile. “Yeah. We’re best friends, so we already know everything about each other. How hard can fake marriage be? We pretend to be engaged for a weekend, you get your promotion, then we ‘break up’ and decide we’re better off as friends. No one’s any wiser.”
You stared at him for a second, the ramifications of his plan running through your head. Francesca’s words came screaming back at you. “Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.” Dean was right, you did know everything about each other. How hard could it be to fake a relationship for a weekend. “Are you sure?” you asked sincerely. “I mean, really, really sure.”
He nodded, taking your hands in his and dropping to his knee with a dramatic flourish. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you fake marry me?”
You laughed looking down at him, the sight of his goofy grin instantly bringing a smile to your face. You nodded, agreeing, but, no matter how much you tried to ignore the voice in the back of your head, Francesca’s other words lingered. “You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”
Shit, you really were in over your head this time.
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Kitten wants some milk? // Joker x Reader
A/N: I’m so sorry you had to wait so long. I tried to find more time and inspiration, but life was against me all the time. :( I hope you like it, cause I don’t know what have happened, but it turned into Daddy kink as well.😅 Thank you for your request.
Summary: ava-b17 asked:
omg can i make a request ?? i’m literally in love with joker i’d give up my first born CHILD to fuck him. so can you write me some smutty smut smut ?? like y/n being a good girl etc and just being on her KNEES sis. like i wanna relive my dick sucking prime but WITH JOKER. thank you if u do write this ☺️☺️
Contains: daddy kink, oral, mouth fucking, domination
Word count: 1830
Enjoy! 🤡
You were in the mood.
You were in the mood.
You tongue was wet, your mind was filled with dirty pictures, your eyes were focused on your lovely clown and your body was crawling on all your four in his direction.
Joker was sitting on a coach, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing his green shirt that was loosely tugged into his red pants, a three buttons on top were left unbuttoned. He was watching you attentively as you were crawling your way to him in nothing but your sexy lingerie. He smirked as his eyes traveled to your butt when you swung your hips seductively.
- What does my Kitten want, hmm?
You crawled on the coach and lowered your chest putting up your butt and you meowed at him.
- Mmm, I think I know what you want - his smirk grew wider as his fingers traced your spine from your neck to your lower back, his hand flattened on your butt cheek before he gave you a slap.
You raised your head to look at him and you licked your lips. His painted face couldn’t hide the amount of love and desire he had for you. His lips curled up higher, exposing his crooked tooth and his smile reached his deep green eyes crinkling crow's feet around them. You looked as beautiful to him as he was to you, and he couldn’t believe you yearned for his attention and love. All of those men in Gotham you could have and you still wanted him and him only.
You lifted yourself up and kissed him hungrily, nibbling at his lower lip. You didn’t have to wait for his response, he moved his hand up and he placed it on your cheek, his thumb stroked your skin and he deepened the kiss, slipping his wet tongue inside your mouth. You were french kissing each other for a while, taking pleasure from one another. The taste of him was addictive and you could never want to pull away. If anything, you always wanted more. Your body crawled up closer to him as you wanted to sit on his lap but he hadn’t uncrossed his legs for you as usual. You groaned against his mouth with displeasure, because you wanted to ride him, put some pressure against your throbbing clit, but he chuckled softly. It was when you pulled away to say something about it when you glanced down and saw his hand wrapped around his hardening cock, stroking himself with slow motions.
- Mmm - he murmured into your ear - You have such a lovely lips, darling. I would love to see them in use...
The sinful look he gave you was enough to make your thongs soaked with your arousal.
You smirked at him and took his hand into yours. Putting out your tongue, you slowly licked around each of his fingers, making them wet, before wrapping your lips around them all, sucking slightly, before you pulled out with a small pop.
Joker hummed as he used his thumb to part your lips and he opened up your mouth by pressing against your lower teeth. As obedient as you were, you followed his request, opening your mouth widely. He gazed at you for a moment as your mouth were getting filled with your spit, before he slowly slid his thumb down against your lower lip. He took your chin between his thumb and his index finger and leaned closer to you.
- Now do the same, but with my cock.
You nodded, feeling overly excited already, as you got down on the floor before him. He spread his legs open and you placed yourself between them, taking his length into your hand. He had a nice shape, thick and a little curvy, it hit the right spot in every position you took.
You glanced at him before you lowered your head and tasted him with the tip of your tongue.
God, how much you loved that taste. You loved everything about Joker, but the most intimate parts of him, the most vulnerable and sensitive ones, both literally and figuratively speaking, were the ones that you loved the most.
You begun stroking him the same way he stroked himself a moment ago, while your tongue was swirling around his head before your mouth wrapped around it and you sucked gently on it. A soft moan escaped his lips as he swiped your hair away from your face, keeping his hands on the sides of your head. You pulled out with a loud pop and licked his shaft from the base to the tip. His eyes were on you watching you teasing him and he growled impatient, wanting to stuff your pretty mouth with his already full hard cock. His head was all red and stuck out at your direction. You hummed and used your thumb to spread your saliva all over it. Your mouth was watering and you dived in between his legs once again, taking it all in until your nose touched his pubic hair. The sound he made right now was so pure erotic and hot, you could felt shivers running down your spine.
His hips jerked up as you slowly was pulling out. Your hand wrapped his shaft, stroking him again as you continued to pleasure him with your mouth. You found a steady rhythm that was alright for you, but you knew that he was going to take control very soon and speed up and maybe even fuck your throat if he felt like it.
One of his hand tightened its grip on your hair as the other stayed at the back of your head, not pushing yet, but he was about to take over the pace. You could sense it in the way he was moving his hips and griping your hair.
Soon, after few more strokes from you, you heard his husky voice telling you to pull back.
- On your knees, before me - he commanded and you crawled back so he could stand up in front of you.
You glanced up at him appreciating the way he was towering above you with a dominating look in his eyes. It wasn’t just the perspective that gave him that intimidating look. It was him, Joker himself that was so self-confident in that moment, smug really, and so strongly sure of what he wanted, that you had no other choice than to give in to him with your body and mind. How on Earth could you say no to him when this was what you wanted as well?
He moved closer to you, with his hand guiding his cock back into your mouth and you swallowed him wholly, til the tip of him touched the back of your throat.
- Eyes on me, Doll - he said as he slowly pulled out almost completely before he pushed back in and pulled out again. You opened your mouth as wide as you could trying to keep your gag reflex in control. As much as you enjoyed his length inside your pussy, it was hard for you to swallow him when he was using your mouth to get himself off.
He picked up a faster pace, moving his hips back and forward as he kept your head in place by the grip he had on your hair. Your eyes welled with tears everytime he hit your throat, but you kept your mouth open and your eyes at him, taking pleasure of being dominated this way.
- Yes, that’s it, such a pretty mouth my Doll has - he praised you with half moaning voice - You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so deep...mmmm.
You feel yourself so wet down there that the desire to touch yourself was very hard to resist. The throbbing was almost unbearable. The way that Joker looked at you with so much passion and lust, the way that he dominated your mouth made you hungry for more. You went along with your needs and reached down with your hand. Putting your finger between your folds and feeling the wetness coming down your fingers only made you more eager and aroused.
- Mmmm, I see my baby girl wants to come, hm? – he slowed down a bit before he took out – What’s the first thing you should do about that?
You swallow your saliva and licked your lips, taking your hand out of your thong. Your eyebrows went up and you looked at him with apologizing eyes.
- Ask for your permission, Daddy.
- That’s right – he leaned down and pulled your hair back, then he looked at your face and smirked - Be a good obedient Kitten or you don’t get any milk and I’d have to deprive you from your orgasm.
- Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry for that.
- Mmmhhmm - he hummed satisfied and straightened up.
His cock dribbling with pre cum and your saliva. His free hand slid against his lower abdomen down to his hardness. He grabbed it and you leaned forward, wrapping your mouth around it, sucking on it with a devotion. A loud moan vibrated in your throat as you pleasured him with your tongue swirling all over it. He parted his mouth with a smile on his face as he was looking down at you, feeling his heart and breathing quicken and his hamstring tighten. He was close, he could feel it in his groin.
- Mmm,yes, just like that... - he breathed between words as he sped up again, fucking your mouth as if he owned it... And to be honest, he did own, all of you.
- I’m going t-to... Oh, Y/N - he moaned as his thrusts became more frantic.
His cock started pulsing and you could feel his warm cum spurted inside your mouth, shot after shot. You swallowed it all, tasting his essence on your tongue.
His stopped moving, but his body shaking with pleasure as he closed his eyes and smiled to himself. He stayed like that for a moment, smiling and satisfied, serene and elated. And you could swear that he looked magnificent in his afterglow of the physical sensation that he’d experienced with you. With you.
His strong taste was still on your tongue and his scent in your nostrils. You smiled too and sat on your feet, enjoying the way you had been marked by him.
He glanced down at you, his eyes sparkling with joy and amusement.
- Did you swallow it all? - he asked.
- Yes - you nodded and stuck out your tongue to show him.
- How did you enjoy your milk?
- Very much - you licked your lips and looked at him with pleading eyes- I want more...
He hummed smirking and stroked your cheek with his hand. Two words left his mouth and your lips curled up with a mischievous grin.
- Bedroom, now.
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Soul Mates Are Forever - Prologue
(Shortened to SMAF in the tags.)
Written with @scenecipriano!
Overall story contains: torture, kidnapping, violence, abuse, r*pe, u!Remus, u!Remy, u!Virgil, u!Patton. ...two of these get better. Eventually.
Summary: Everyone wants to find their soulmate. Some people put more effort into it.
TW for chapter: Kidnapping, torture, burns, forced marriage, mystery u!character, forced kissing. General yuckiness...
(This is in first person, rest of story is in third.)
It didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered. There’s no way around this. I’m stuck, hopelessly, despairingly stuck. I can barely bring myself to lift my head as my captor enters the room. I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this.
“So, dear, are you ready for today? I thought we’d start with something nice and hot, just for you! I have matches, and some irons, and-”
“Please,” I whispers, straining my throat to speak, “please, no...I can’t…”
He sighs deeply, bouncing on the balls of his feet and drumming his fingers against his leg in irritation. My own feet hurt, still sore from the day before, and two of my fingers are broken, bent at unnatural angles.
“Now, sweetheart we’ve been over this! There’s only one way I’ll stop and you begging isn’t one of them. You know what I want to hear my precious star.”
How could I not know? The words were seared into my brain, but before this I couldn’t, no, I wouldn’t say them, but now… Now I have no reason to fight. Nobody was looking for me, not anymore. My heart drops when my captor sighs in boredom striking a match as he does.
“I-I love you! I-I l-love you and I n-need you m-my saviour!”
He stops, I hold my breath in anticipation. A yelp tumbles from my chapped lips as he jerks my head back by my matted dark hair. Manic green eyes bore into my own hollowed dark ones.
“Care to repeat that my dear?” He asks.
“I-I love you… I-I need y-you my saviour.”
Part of me screams that I’m making a mistake, that I need to stop, but I’m tired. So tired of fighting, I just want this hell to be over. A wide grin breaks out against my captor’s face, making him seem even more demented than he actually was.
I close my eyes tight when he crashes his mouth against mine, trying hard to reciprocate the kiss. It only lasts a couple seconds but it still leaves me winded.
“I love you too, my precious star! But my dear that still isn’t enough… We’ll give it another week, now! What would you like me to use first? The matches or the irons?”
Tears slip down my bruised face, I take a shuddering breath, “T-The matches… my saviour.”
I let my head slump as my captor - no, saviour - strikes a new match. Breathing is hard. I want this to be over.
“Are you going to ask nicely?” my saviour asks me.
“...Please, the...the matches, please, my saviour...please…”
I’m pathetic. I know I’m pathetic. I want this to be over. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do whatever he says, say whatever he wants. I need this to be over with, and that’s all I care about anymore.
He kisses the burns after it’s over, murmurs that I look beautiful, and that I’ll look even more so on our wedding day.
“Wed...ding…?” I echo softly, my voice seeming louder than it truly is in the otherwise empty room.
“Well of course! I’ll ask you properly in a week's time, but we both know you’ll say yes!”
Part of me wants to argue, to tell him that it would never happen, but I know better. I force a smile, wincing as a cut on my bottom lip splits open from the movement.
“O-Of course… I wouldn’t dream of telling you no my saviour…”
I’m startled awake when the door to the room I’m in swings open, I squint my eyes when a ray of light shines over my face. ‘What’s happening?’ My thoughts were interrupted when a deep and unfamiliar voice spoke from the doorway.
“My God, the kid was right. Get the EMT’s in here! Mr. Sanders, can you hear me?”
My heart leaps into my throat as I shield my eyes from the light, a man in a dark blue police uniform walks over to me. When the officer gets close enough I immediately reach my hand out to touch his chest, a cry of relief leaves my chapped lips when I touch a solid body. ‘Not a hallucination this time.’
I throw myself at the officer and cling to him desperately, my knuckles turning white due to how tight I held onto his uniform shirt. My body trembles from the sobs that leave me, everything was finally over after all this time.
The officer places a comforting hand on my back, softly telling me that it was okay now, that I was safe and that an upstanding citizen led them to me.
My crying left me tired once more, I struggled to keep my eyes open.
“Go on and rest, you’re safe now.”
I feel myself relax and sigh, unconsciously snuggling into the officer’s chest. I close my eyes and allow a genuine smile to come to my face.
‘It’s finally over…’
“Look at how pretty you are… My precious star sleeping so peacefully!”
My eyes snap open and I’m staring face to face with my saviour, his manic green eyes opened wide and rung in purple eyeshadow, something I hadn’t noticed before until now. I open my mouth to scream only for him to place his hand over my mouth, he gives me a knowing smirk and clicks his tongue.
“Now, star, it’s not nice to scream in a hospital, trust me I know I did it once before and got kicked out!”
I glanced around the room, it was much brighter than the room in the abandoned building. A heart monitor and IV stand was to my left, the heart monitor going off erratically due to my fast heartbeat.
“Do you promise not to scream if I move my hand? Because this kind of gagging is not sexy at all!” My saviour exclaims.
I flick my eyes back to him and slowly nod, he removes his hand. We stare at each other in complete silence for several seconds.
“W-Why?..”
“Why are you here? Simple! I couldn’t just waltz into a courthouse with a known kidnapped victim and get married! No, far too suspicious my dear. That’s why I had to save you first. The town sees me as a hero because I saved you!”
I stare at my saviour, waiting for him to say that this was a joke, but it never came.
“Y-You…”
He cut me off by grabbing my left hand, his touch was gentle and foreign.
“Look, star, I know these past two years have been difficult for the both of us, but I was serious about marrying you. I didn’t want to hurt you, but I had to make you love me. And now you do! So… Would you do me the honour of making me the happiest man alive and becoming my husband?”
My stomach drops, he did say he was going to ask me to marry him properly within a week, had it really been a week? And had it really been two years since I was taken? Every part of me screams to say no, to scream for help and tell whoever would listen that this man was the person who took me, but the tight squeeze told me that that would be a bad idea. I swallow thickly and close my eyes tight to stop the tears from falling.
“Y-Yes… I-I’ll marry you, m-my saviour.”
I stand rigid in a judge's chambers, wearing a plain white dress and a bouquet of white lilies clenched tightly in my hands. I zone out most of the ceremony as the officiator went over sacred passages and then my saviours vows. I come to when my name is said.
“Do you Logan Sanders take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?”
‘Say no! Tell them the truth, don’t do this! Protect yourself!!’
“I do…”
Tag List: @samuel-the-gay @alik-gl
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a thought just came to me and i had to share- ceo y/n finding pics of yoongi in college (think 2013/14 yoongi) and lOSING HER MIND then finding out he used to be a soundcloud rapper in his spare time and she’s just is just like wtf!!?!?! bc he is a COMPLETELY different person and old age rly changes a person
→ pairing: min yoongi x reader
→ genre: ceo!yoongiverse!!!!! y/n is all heart-eyes emoji over uni!yoongi!!! and she can’t believe he bleached his hair once upon a time!!!!!
→ wordcount: 1.9k
→ note: hi i LOVEd this and i had to write a drabble for it and also i want everyone to know that i have a rly big crush on 2013 yoongi
(gif isn’t mine!)
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you don’t know how you’ve never stumbled across this box before
but oh boy
you just hit the jackpot babY
it was an accident, really
you were just trying to find one of hwayoung’s spare blankies because she’s spending the night with jimin (it’s date night for you and yoongi!!!)
so you went into the storage room and started going through the boxes because you couldn’t find it in her closet
and this shoe-box certainly didn’t look like a blanket was going to be in it but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to check
and that’s when you found the hidden treasure
“what… in the world…?” you whisper to yourself as you pull out a dusty CD
you flip it over to read what’s scribbled on the front
‘agust d - mixtape by suga’
“mixtape by suga.” you mutter before narrowing your eyes and giving the cover photo a reaLLy good look
is that…,,.,. is that yoongi?
you recognise his eye lol
…but also why is his hair bleaCHed
you shake your head and set it aside before continuing to rummage through the shoe box
the next thing you pull out is a vEry worn out looking notebook
oOH
is it a journal
journals are supposed to be personal but let’s be real
ur super nosy
you probably won’t be able to read anything but you’ll look through it anyways lolz
you flip through it and your brows knit together when you notice that these aren’t diary entries
they’re.,.,. song lyrics
most of them are in korean (obviously) so unfortunately you have no idea what you’re reading but luckily there are some english lines
“…my tongue technology?” you tilt your head
what does that even mean
okay
how about the little stack of polaroids
let’s just take a look…
“oh my god. oh my god!!!!” you practically squEal as you flip through the stack
oh my goodness!!!!!!
a baby!!!!!
he looks so young!!!!!!!!
jesus he’s cute
not that he’s not cute anymoRE but like
wowie
anyways
maybe you’ll give the cd a listen after jimin comes by to pick hwayoung up
you can’t help but wonder why yoongi’s never showed you this stuff before
you tuck the photos back in the box before picking it up with you as you get up off the ground
you can’t waIt til he gets back >:-)
“y/n?”
you perk up when you hear the front door slam shut and reach down to turn the stove down on a little
time to get this show on the road
you wipe your hands off on the tea towel before scurrying out of the kitchen to greet ur hardworking husband
“jimin swung by to pick hwayoung up already?” yoongi furrows his brows when he spots hwayoung’s playpen with nO hwayoung in it
darn!!
he was hoping to see her before she left for the night
“mm, you just missed him.” you smile softly and yoongi leans in to press his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss “how was your day?”
you giggle softly when he circles an arm around your waist and starts planting teasing kisses down your jaw
“it was okay… you know, the usual.” he pulls away to give you a quick kiss before pulling his suit jacket off “how was yours?”
“it was alright.” you shrug and bend down to pick his backpack up off the floor “i wrapped hwayoung’s hair up in a little ice-cream towel after i washed her hair and i took a picture of it to show you!!! dinner will be ready soon but… do you want any tea or anything?” you hum and plop his bag down on the couch
“mm, i’m good.” yoongi loosens his tie and shakes his head “i’m going to hop in the shower… you should join me.” he suggests slyly and reaches over to wrap his fingers around your wrist
you giggle when he leans in to kiss u again and the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch as he pushes you back gently
“i have to keep an eye on dinner”
“just turn the stove down for a while” yoongi hums and hooks a finger into the waistband of your shorts
you smack his arm gently
“gO take a shower… suga.”
yoongi freezes
he pulls away from you and his dark brows knit together
did you just-
is he having hearing problems or something because he swoRE he just heard you say-
“what did you just call me?”
you wiggle out of his grip
“i don’t know, agust d. what did i just call you?” you bend down and pull a shoebox out from underneath the coffee table
yoongi pales
o god
a smile creeps onto your face and yoongi pales when you flip the lid off before pulling out a vEry familiar looking notebook and CD out from it
o gOD
hoW DID YOU-
“where did you find that?”
“in the very, very back of the closet.” you sigh happily and open up the notebook
yoongi immediately reaches over but you move away before he gets the chance to snatch it from you
there’s a moment of silence
all of a sudden he practically lunGEs for the box but you grab it and hug it to your chest before scurrying to the other end of the couch
yoongi lets out a groan
“y/n.” he raises a brow “hand me the box and nobody gets hurt.”
you take a step towards the staircase
yoongi does the same
“over.. my… dead… bODY-!” you immediately make a sprint for the staircase and yoongi hOT on your trail
you’re practically cackling with glee as you bound up the stairs before bursting into the bedroom
“give it to me you brAT-“
before you get a chance to shut the door you feel yoongi’s arm snake around your waist and pull you backwards and the box goes fLying up into the air before it (thankfully) lands on the bed
“you know i already looked through the box, right?” you laugh lightly and glance back at yoongi
he lets out a quiet groan “…of course you did.”
“i couldn’t help it!!!!” you sit down on the edge of the bed and yoongi sits down on the other end
“and i bet you have a lot of questions for me, don’t you?”
“oh, i have a million questions for you, suga.”
the two of you start cleaning up the tiny mess and you smile lightly as you pick up another picture
yoongi clears his throat
“back in uni i used to…” he pauses as he flips through his notebook
it’s so weird going through this book again after years of it collecting dust in the closet
it’s weird thinking that he could’ve become a rapper instead of a businessman lol
“i used to be a soundcloud rapper and stuff buT i don’t know it’s not a big deal and also looking back it’s actually kind of embarrassing liKE i wrote a line in one of my songs about taking someone to hong kong because of my tongue technology but-“
“how old were you in these pictures??” you coo as you look through some more of the pictures
what a heartthrob!!!!!!!
yoongi leans over to look at the photo
he purses his lips in thought
“like… 20?“
aH
so he would’ve been in his third year of university in these pictures
…oh you definitely would’ve had a crush on him if you guys went to uni together
if he was in his third year yoU would’ve been in your first year
you snort at the thought of 18 year old you drooling over 20 year old yoongi
it’s not much different to 24 year old you drooling over 26 year old yoongi now but still
“now, c’mon. put that away so we can go and take a shoWer-“
you gasp when you look at this next picture
jesus chRIST
you flip it around so yoongi can look at it and his face flushes
“…are you wearing makeup?”
“…it wasn’t mY idea okaY-“
“take it easy on the eyeliner next time!!!” you cackle as you hop up on the bed and wave the pictures around “oh yoongi you hAVe to let me frame these-“
you start bouncing up and down on the bed and yoongi snorts
“you are a child-“
“A to the G to U to the STD, A to the G to U to the sTD-“ you pump your arm up into the air as you continue bouncing around wildly “-woAH-“
yoongi whaCks the back of your knees and you buckle immediately
you can’t help but grin as you flop down on the bed and land on your back
you love teasing yoongi normally and noW you have so much new material to work with
yoongi settles in between your legs and pins an arm above your head
“you are insufferable.”
“it’s nothing to be embarrassed about!! i actually think it’s kinda sexy” you hum and reach up to run a hand through his hair
he hums and turns to press a kiss to your palm when you cup his cheek
“you do not think it’s sexy.”
“no, i’m serious!! are you kidding me?? 18 year old y/n would’ve dropped to her knees for you like that if she found out you were a somewhat successful soundcloud rapper.”
yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes as he crawls off of you and gets off of the bed “cut it ouT y/n”
you grin
you will never cut it out
in fact you’re going to amp it up a little bit just because you :) like :) pushing :) yoongi’s :) buttons
you watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt and you toss the pictures aside before getting on your hands and knees and crawling towards him
“aw, come on… i’m just an innocent little freshman who wants you to take her back to your soundproof studio-“ you purr and get up on your knees
you lean in and press your mouth against yoongi’s as your fingers undo a button
“oh yeah? what else do you want?”
a little role-play never hurts and yoongi will very happily play along
“want you to take me to hong kong with your tongue technology-”
yoongi immediately lets out a groan
help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)
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Until my waist breaks (m)
Jongin x Y/N
What happens when your boyfriend Jongin gets crazy jealous and horny?
Your outfit a little more revealing today, lower cut neckline and short tight skirt, excentuating all your curves.
You get tons of looks from guys all throughout the day and Jongin grows uncontrolably jealous.
He finally pulls you aside and whispers in your ear. "Y/N, that body is for me only. Letting all these creeps look at you..." He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, trailing his hand down your back.
"You’ll be punished for this baby and then maybe...you’ll think twice about walking around like this again." He stares down at you, his eyes haunting and seductive.
"I’d love to be punished by you!" You smirk, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a heated kiss.
He melts into you for a moment but quickly comes to his senses. He pulls away lips swollen and head feeling dizzy.
"Babe! We need to go..now!" He hisses, feeling himself get hard. He grabs your wrist to drag you all the way to your car.
In the car...
"Uhh babe..!" He moans, massaging his bulge while trying to drive.
You move his hand out of the way and shove your hand down his pants. He trembles at your touch but quickly yanks your hand out.
"Oh no, your gonna’ have to wait for that baby.."
You arrive home and that’s when the real fun begins!
On the way up the steps to your front door, Jongin marvels at the view of your short skirt.
"Damn baby..!" He purrs into your ear, trailing his hand under your skirt.
His eyes widen and he gasps in surprise.
You smirk to yourself.
"No..p-panties...?" He stutters in shock.
"Nope!" You grin, slyly.
"Then..anyone could just..look and see..." He paused in horror, realizing this was way worse than he anticipated.
You stall to unlock the door, wanting to drive him crazy.
"Hurry up and open the door..." He whines needily, throwing his head back and unzipping his pants to let out his bulging member.
"Before I add to your punishment!" He exclaimes, rubbing his erection under you. Gripping your thighs and holding you tight against him as he rolls his hips in circles.
"You naughty, naughty girl.." He rumbles, before you both stumble into the house.
He quickly locks the door behind him and takes you in his arms.
"Jongin-"
He interrupts whatever you were gonna’ say and shoves his tongue in your mouth. No warning, just bam, hot and heavy makeout sesh.
"I’m gonna’..f**k you..until..my waist breaks." He manages between kisses that leave you both breathless.
He then begins to trail down your neck and chest, leaving a few marks here and there.
You moan against him and massage his member.
"Mmmm Y/N.." He mumbles, taking off his pants and carrying you to the couch.
He sets you down and quickly strips the remainder of his clothes.
You manage to also take off your shirt before he climbs on top of you and yanks off your already unclipped bra.
Your head rolls back as he nips and sucks your breasts while roughly massaging your folds with those slim and sexy fingers of his.
"J-Jongin..uhhh..." You twitch against his touch.
"Im just getting warmed up babe.." He chuckles, sliding off your skirt and inserting his middle and index finger into you.
He circles his fingers around with a sexy smirk on his face before pumping a few times, making you super wet.
"Jongin.." You try to wrap your legs around him but he pushes them back down.
"No baby, I’m in charge tonight! So you have to wait for this.." He grabs his crotch, teasing you with it.
You swallow, gazing hungrily at it.
Of course Jongin knows how much you want him so he decides to play around with you.
"So babe.." He hovers over you, cock in hand."Is this what you want?" He adjusts himself into you before he starts slamming his member into you. He pumps a few times and pulls out.
Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden move.
Jongin loves it!
"Mmmm u like that?" He hums in your ear, grinding and rubbing himself on you.
You try and grip the sides of the couch but Jongin takes your hands and places them on his back.
"Scratch me baby-y-y.." He moans, pumping in and out some more.
Your head rolls back in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back as you feel his glorious love muscle all up in you.
His breathing is uneven as he really gets into it but the moment is short lived because he pulls out before anyone can climax.
You groan in frustration.
"Jongin!" You whine, wanting more.
"I think you’ve forgotten...about your punishment princess!" He suddenly picks you up and takes you to the bedroom.
Once there, he takes out a chair and places it in the middle of the room.
"Sit!" He points to the chair, sternly looking at you like a parent to their naughty child..
You raise an eyebrow in suspicion but sit down anyway.
Jongin kneels down infront of you and looks into your eyes.
"Let’s see how wet I can make you babygirl.." He rumbles, spreading your legs with his warm hands before putting his head between your lucious thighs.
His mouth is so close but he isn’t doing anything yet. Just steadily breathing out hot air onto your area, teasing the hell out of you!
You close your eyes, concentrating on every exhale he blows onto you
Simply his breath alone combined with impossible anticipation makes you crave his mouth; and all the magic that awaits you.
"Uhhh Jongin.." You groan, wanting him so bad!
He chuckles, sending more hot air onto your area before FINALLY beginning to slowly lick your folds.
You grab his hair and throb at his touch.
"Mmmm..babe.." He kisses and sucks your clit while digging his hands into your thighs.
"Jongin- ah..." You cant take it, his tongue and lips massaging you in all the right places. Without warning, you orgasm as he continues to work his magic.
"I’m. Not. Done.." He exclaimes, continuing to eat you out.
"I’m gonna make you cum over and over again until your little cunt is sore and you can barely walk!"
So he continues, taking his thumb and rubbing circles on your clit. With his smooth tongue, he shoves it in and out of your entrance. Lapping up your juices that keep pouring onto his tongue.
"Jong-Oh my god!" You throw your head back, feeling your climax nearing once again.
He’s licking and sucking on your sweet spot, wanting you to cum for him.
"OH-Ohhhh" You erupt in orgasms, gripping his shoulders for support.
When he’s done, he picks you up, clutching your thicc ass and practically jumps onto the bed with you.
With your legs wrapped around him, you pull him into a quick makeout before he pulls away so he can start f**king the daylights outta you!
He raises your legs on his shoulders and starts pounding away; shaking and bouncing the bed under you.
"Ah-ah-ah!" You can hardly breathe it‘s so intense!
Jongin’s mouth is in an O, eyes are shut in pleasure and his forehead is beading in sweat.
He’s thrusting in and out of you like never before, moaning out the dirtiest things he can think.
"Jongin! Uhhh.." You orgasm and he immediately pulls out, not letting himself release yet.
"Not done!" He sang, flipping you over and getting on his knees.
You Yelp when he smacks your ass.
"Come here.."
On your knees, you backed up against him and felt his hands around your stomach. His knees were kind of inbetween your legs so you could fit right.
Again, he thrusts and pumps his dick with no mercy. The bed is creaking and shaking underneath you guys.
There’s no way the neighbors can’t hear this! With the headboard smacking against the wall in time to Jongin’s pace and all your moans and screams.
Jongin rests his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting your shoulder and neck.
"I-I’m gonna..." You feel yourself reaching orgasm yet again.
Jongin moans in your ear, his deep and sexy voice makes you shiver.
"Uhhh..babe!" He bounces you up and down while rolling his dick in circles. His breathing gets heavier and more uneven by the minute.
Of course this makes you orgasm multiple times!
"OH F**K! Ohhh shhhhhit-" Jongin feels that familiar knot form in his stomach and before he can moan again, he’s shooting his cum inside you.
Needless to say you guys spend most of the night trying new positions and Jongin keeps his promise of f***king you til’ his waist "breaks".
At least it felt like it was going to break...
He managed to cum a few more times and get hard again so he could f**k you more. And when he felt like you had enough, he brought this fun time to an end.
"I hope..you learned your lesson princess..." Jongin says, breathing heavily.
"Yeah...I should definately wear that outfit again!" You tease, grinning slyly.
Jongin roughly pulls you into him. "What am I gonna’ do with you Y/N?" He chuckles, kissing your swollen lips.
"Mmm I love you!" You sigh, closing your eyes in exhaustion.
"I love you too baby!" Jongin says softly, before drifting off into a deep sleep with you in his arms.
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NCT NSFW: KUN
Goddamnit I fucking love Kun :’)
A – Aftercare
May or may not know exactly what to do. He tries tho.
Another member I see being soft afterward and really just wants to cuddle more than anything. Doesn’t want you sleeping in a messy state so he gives you a warm bath. Takes off your make-up (if any of it survived), fixes your hair the best he can, moisturizes you skin, all that cute shit. Asks if you want anything else; water, a snack, cuddles, etc. If not he’ll just throw on the tv and hold you til you fall asleep
B – Body part
On you, maybe your hands. Not for any particular reason, he just likes playing with them randomly and feeling them on his chest when you hug him from behind.
Oh himself, probably him arms. They’re not too big, not too small. Just the perfect amount of definition.
C – Cum
Pulls out purely so he can shoot his cum on your pussy. Literally rubs it around your lips like his dick is a paintbrush. I can see him being into creampies as well. Not really into having it anywhere else cause he’s not a fan of the mess.
D – Dirty Secret
Step-sibling porn; wouldn’t tell anyone cause he doesn’t wanna seem like a creep. This sounds so basic and common but I can see this being his go-to category.
E – Experience
Not a virgin but not super experienced. Likely slept with 2 maybe 3 women so he knows the basics but could still use some guidance.
F – Favorite Position
You riding him; his hands are gripping your hips and his eyes are glossing over every bit of you there is to see. He loves to lay underneath you as it gives him the perfect view of everything. Your pussy sliding up and down his slick length, your breasts bouncing and jiggling about, the expressions on your pleading face. It’s like he has a front row seat to the show you put on especially for him.
G – Goofy
He is leading up to the act. When your kissing and taking off clothes he’s probably a giggly mess smiling into his kisses and such. Leads a little bit into foreplay with some corny compliments to make you blush but not much past that point.
H – Hair
Trims when he has time cause he prefers it over a bush but doesn’t really make it a priority. Gets a clean shave on special occasions like valentines days or your anniversary just to be extra. Likes when you have a clean shave just cause he finds it cute and likes how smooth it feels on his face and lips but doesn’t ever actually ask you to shave.
I – Intimacy
He’s a little awkward cause he doesn’t have a ton of experience but he really does try his best to make you feel good. Things get pretty steamy (literally, yall are both sweaty after). Very sensual with a lot of wandering hands and pants. Lots of open mouth kisses.
The type to believe sex is the most connected way of showing intimacy, so he tries his hardest to focus on making you feel good first, but sometimes he gets lost in how snug and tight you are around him. Whenever this happens he loses his sense of control and thrusts a bit harder than normal, eyes shut and jaw tight. All he can think about is how good you feel until you grab his wrist and pull him out of his fantasy. Then he’s back to focusing on you.
Non-sexual intimacy would mostly consist of back hugs and snuggles. You’ll be in the kitchen or the bathroom just doing whatever and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his face in the warmth of your neck and leaving some gentle kisses. Other times will appear more nonchalant, like holding you close when you're watching a movie. It might not seem like much from someone else’s perspective, but to him, sitting there underneath blankets with his cheek being tickled by your hair, listening to your laughs with your head on his chest is where he feels most in love with you.
J – Jack-Off
Not too often, just as much as anyone else I feel. Possibly more just cause sometimes he doesn’t wanna ask you to help him out if the mood isn’t right. Like if it’s cold out and you’re cuddling while watching a cute movie he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom cause he doesn’t wanna ruin such an adorable moment.
Gets off to common porn, like step-siblings, college girls, solo girls, etc. Mostly goes for videos of you on his phone tho.
K – Kink
Light BDSM. Tying your hands behind you or using something to gag you. Likes hearing your moans muffled and watching you struggle with your arms bind from use, especially when you ride him. It gives him that little bit of control and confidence he needs to get a little bolder and more rough.
L – Limits
Kun is curious but not that adventurous. He’d go along with some of the more basic thrills, not too far past the line of vanilla, but I don’t think he’d be willing to do anything crazier than some roleplay and light bdsm.
M – Motivation (Turn-On)
Sexting in public. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the same room or on opposite sides of the planet. If you send him risky photos with disregard to the fact that he’s in a meeting he gets fired up in less than a minute. He won’t even try to stop you, he encourages you in fact. The risk and taboo of the situation, watching videos of you with your hands in your panties across the table from his boss, demanding you show him just a little bit more, send thrills down his spine like nothing else.
N – NO (Turn-Off)
Being called Daddy. Outside of the bedroom he’ll laugh at it and throw you a scolding look but he’s not all that into it in a sexual light at all.
O – Oral
Giving: Soft and gentle. Put your thighs over his shoulders, holds one of your hands while the other plays with your boob. Starts with fat licks just to taste you and warm things up, squeezing your boob in this hand. Then moves on to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it A LOT. He’s not sure what else to try, but your moaning at his actions spurs him on to continue what he’s doing. Abandons your boob to toy with your clit until you cum but holds your hand the whole time
Receiving: Not sure what to do with his hands. Kinda pets your hair and just watches you with half closed eyes. Might hold your hair out of the way but does it real loose and gentle. Lots of little pants, trying not to be too loud. Groans when he starts getting close and trips over his words when trying to tell you he’s close. Tries not to buck his hips and make you gag but fails. Doesn’t mind if you choose to spit or swallow.
P – Place
9/10 it’s in the bedroom. Too nervous to do it anywhere that isn’t the dorm or your place. You could maybe persuade him to let you give him a blow job in the bathroom of a public place but he’ll be on edge the whole time.
As for in the house, shower sex occurs every now and then when one of you is feeling frisky or spontaneous. Also on the couch, when you two are home alone; say a sexy scene comes on during a movie, or your ass just feels too perfect on his lap and he can’t wait long enough to get you into the bedroom.
Q – Quickie
Not too often. Only in some risky situations that you drag him into if you get him really riled up. *See risk for further explanation*
R – Risk
The riskiest thing he’ll do it the sexting/watching your videos in public and jacking off in the bathroom as a result. He’ll never be the one to initiate it, but he can’t resist you enough to say no if you want to get dirty in the dorms while the members are home, or blow him in an empty studio or conference room at SM. If he’s super horny or frustrated tho he’ll have a quickie with you in the studio/conference room.
S – Stamina
Maybe 2 rounds
T – Toys
He’d wear a cock ring if you asked but nothing other than that
U – Unfair [Teasing/Being teased]
Kun isn’t one to tease simply cause he’s not that into the whole begging thing. You could get away with teasing him tho. He hates it when you drag your nails along his length, teasing his tip with the light swipe of your tongue and a peck of your lips, pulling him further and further to the edge just to leave him in agony. Doesn’t have it in him to kill your fun or whip that evil little grin off your face tho. He’ll plead for you to stop with a sad laugh but doesn’t really put forth any effort for you to stop. Once you’re done tho you can bet he’s gonna get more than just a little rough
V – Volume
Pretty quiet. Doesn’t make a ton of noise other than some loud-ish pants and grunts. Doesn’t talk much either, maybe an “oh god” here and there.
W – Wild Card [Author’s Choice]
I feel like he’s low key a perv.
Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s passing the bathroom one day while your changing with the door cracked open and he stops to watch you and jacks off without you knowing. If he comes home and hears you masturbating you can bet he’s gonna watch you from the door and rub himself until you’re done.
Probably has a folder of NSFW photos and videos of you in his phone for when you guys are apart. Really into you sending him naughty photos and videos of yourself.
X – X-Ray [Dick Size]
Like 5 or 6 inches. Reasonably thick, not too much of a stretch but it’s there.
Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]
Not crazy. Sex happens like 2-3 times a week. Even when he’s on tour he doesn’t get urges very often. Probably only when you send him something scandalous.
Z – Zzz [After Sex]
Honestly I don’t think he’ll be sleepy after unless it’s late at night. He’ll probably be up for a while afterward but doesn’t really have the energy to do anything other than watch a movie. He’ll fall asleep 1 or 2 hours later.
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I recently had a dream about a plot for a fic where reddie get a duck from mike on their wedding day and the note makes it seem like it’s meaningful to their relationship and they spend their whole honeymoon trying to figure out what the deep meaning of this duck is and it turns out stan and bev dared mike to do it to fuck w/ them and when i woke up i immediately was like SOMEONE HAS TO WRITE THIS and i immediately thought of you! (literally u don’t have to it’s just funny how i thought of you)
Hi Nonnie! This *probably* isn’t what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway ^_^ ♥️
Your Love Life’s DOA (read on ao3)
“...a chick.”
“Pretty sure it’s a cock, dude.”
“It’s a chicken, asswipe. Cocks are roosters.”
“Huh. And here I thought cocks were—”
“Don’t,” Eddie Kaspbrak held up his hands, cutting Richie Tozier off mid-terrible-joke.
Richie just smirked, his eyes alight in a way that never failed to make Eddie’s stomach swoop.
“Cock, chicken, whatever it is,” he waved dismissively with the hand not cradling the miniature poultry, “it’s cute as fuck.”
Eddie stared at Richie staring down at the (probable) baby chicken, warmth spreading across his chest.
He only basked in the feeling for .2 seconds however as the irritation he had felt this morning when he opened the door to go grab their mail and nearly stomped on the little feather-ball, made a swift resurgence.
“But why the fuck was it outside our door?”
“...”
“Richie.”
“...”
“Rich.”
“...”
“Trashmouth!”
Richie’s head snapped up from where he had been gazing down at the chick that looked comically small in his ridiculously large hand.
Eddie’s treacherous stomach did an impressive (if annoying) front handspring.
“I don’t know, Eds. Maybe it was meant for the butcher shop down the street. Or a petting zoo,” he tilted his head, looking pensive, “maybe it’s Erica Delaney getting her sweet revenge on me after I broke our egg-son in the first five minutes of class. Or it’s the chicken god’s gift to us to raise in his image, fucked if I know. All I do know is,” he shrugged, gently, with one shoulder as to not jostle the chirping baby bird, “we're definitely keeping it.”
Eddie blinked.
“We can’t keep a chicken in the apartment, Richie.”
Richie’s eyebrows raised halfway up his expansive forehead.
“Why not? I own the building, and I say it’s all good for lil Chick-Fil-A to stay.”
“We’re not naming it after a homophobic chicken restaurant, dickwad.”
A slow smile spread across Richie’s face that had Eddie’s pulse simultaneously racing and screeching to a halt.
“...But we are keeping it?”
Fuck.
~*~
“Chicken Little?”
“No.”
“Chicken Run.”
“What?”
“Chick Flick.”
“Hell no.”
“Oh! Wait! I got it - Chicken Carbonara! Carbs for short.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I agree,” Stanley Uris piped up as he meandered his way over to where Eddie and Richie (baby chick loudly making her presence known in his shirt pocket) were arguing at the sink, glass in hand, topping up Patty’s Merlot.
“You don’t have a horse in this race, Staniel,” Richie dismissed his input, gently running a finger over the chick’s fuzzy head, adopting a sickening sweet baby voice, “Isn’t that right, Carbs? Uncle Stan the Man wouldn’t know a good nickname if it kicked him in the face.”
“Coming from the man called ‘Trashmouth.’”
“Eds gave me that name, so blame him,” Richie quirked an eyebrow, elbowing the man in question.
Eddie’s Chardonnay tipped dangerously close to the rim of the glass.
Richie ignored his murderous glare.
“Now all we need,” Richie beamed with pride as ‘Carbs’ gave another loud chirp from her cloth perch, “...is a duck.”
Eddie winced, “You need to stop binge-watching Friends, Rich. Who are we, Joey and Chandler?”
“Dibs on Chandler!”
Eddie rolled his eyes, gesturing up and down at Richie.
“Well duh.”
Richie merely smirked, tilting his head at him, “You’re definitely more of a Monica than a Joey, though.”
“So in this scenario, you two are married?”
Both Eddie and Richie whirled around to blink at Stan who had attracted the attention of the rest of the Losers, each now awaiting some sort of response with rising interest.
Eddie refused to give one.
He also refused to look at Richie not give one.
“Ooh we’re playing the Which Friends Character Are You game, huh?” Richie asked, stepping around Stan, eyes still focussed on the chick.
Stan rolled his eyes, “There’s eight of us, it doesn’t work.”
“Spoken like a true Ross.”
Stan shook his head and sighed.
Like the Ross he was.
“Alright, I’m game,” Bev piped up, raising her glass from across the room, her eyes glinting at Richie.
“Do your worst, Trashmouth.”
Richie smirked, clearly tickled by the challenge.
“Alright, Marsh,” he cleared his throat, beginning to pace the room like Columbo at the end of every episode, where he explained how he solved the whole damn case with nothing but a moved potted plant, “You’re Phoebe obviously, because you’re a fiery but lovable enigma who’s cooler than all of us combined.”
Bev chuckled, “Damn straight.”
“Haystack here,” Richie whirled around, cradling Carbs to his chest in one hand and pointing with the other, “is our Joey for his actor good-looks and lovable nature.”
Ben sank down into the couch next to Bev, picking up her socked-feet and rubbing them, “I’ll take it.”
Bev grinned, “I did always think Joey and Phoebe should’ve got together. Although Paul Rudd was great.”
“Which leads me to,” Richie turned to his left, smirking.
“Oh no,” Mike held up his hands, “count me out. Black people weren’t even a thing on Friends until like season 9 or whatever so—”
“Oh yeah, the diversity sucks ass Mikey, no one’s disputing that,” Richie agreed with a nod, “but hear me out. You’re Mike, Mike! A sexy, African-American Paul Rudd. Think about it...you may come in late in the game but you win everyone over instantly with your good looks, nerdy charm and wicked air-piano skills! Just like you did with the Losers Club!”
Mike blinked, amused.
Stan tilted his head.
“I don’t think that’s exactly—”
“Same with Patty!”
Richie cut Stan off, clearly on a roll, whirling around to point at his wife.
“It feels like she’s always been with us, right?” he asked the group at large, smile pleased when everyone nods in agreement, Bev winding an arm around her from where she was perched on the arm of the couch, causing Patty to flush and grin behind her wine glass at the compliment.
“And you know who was always with the Friends? Always there, like an honorary 7th member? Or 8th in this case?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, not quite believing he was going to participate in this.
“Gunther.”
Richie winked, “Gold star for Kaspbrak.”
“She does make a mean Cappuccino,” Stan mumbled almost absentmindedly as Patty gave her charming snort-laugh, letting her head rest against her husband’s shoulder as he stood next to the couch.
“Which leaves…”
Richie slowly turned on the spot, like the dramatic bastard he was.
“Congrats, Bill. You’re Rachel. Our Jen Aniston. People are gonna start copying your hairstyle soon.”
Bill chuckled, “Yeah, don’t think ‘The Bill’ has quite the same ring to it, Rich.”
Richie gave a dismissive wave.
“It’ll catch on. Then you’ll become a mega movie star and forget the rest of us exist. Except for Eddie, of course.”
Bill frowned.
“Why just Eddie?”
Richie threw him an exasperated look.
“Because he’s Monica! Courteney Cox. Best friend of Jen to this day. Duh.”
“So you two are married, then?”
Eddie felt his throat tighten as Richie squared his shoulders at Stanley, gently putting Carbs in her bed before huffing out a laugh.
“Nah man, we’re still in the friends-who-help-friends-give-their-dates-orgasms-in-seven-steps, stage.”
Stan rolled his eyes.
“Right.”
Eddie watched as the two friends stared at one another, a weird tension draping over them.
And in true Phoebe-style, Bev broke it.
“Hey, who wants to hear my Smelly Cat rendition?”
Richie’s analysis was flawed, of course. Bill didn’t know jack about fashion (that was Bev), Ben built stages not performed on them, Stan actually loved, cherished and respected his partner, Patty wasn’t desperately in unrequited love with Bill (that was Mike, though it was requited), Mike wasn’t married to Bev (that was Ben) and Bev…
Well.
Bev was spot on, actually. A riddle, wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in mystery, all while being simultaneously cool and lovable.
And Eddie?
He was Monica Geller and proud of it, dammit.
A damn shame Courteney never got the Emmy-nom, in his opinion.
As for Richie?
Richie wasn’t Chandler Bing. Chandler Bing was Richie Tozier.
“If only they had let Chandler be gay,” Richie sighed wistfully as Eddie closed the door, waving off the last of their guests, Bill and Mike as they hopped in an Uber headed for Casa Denbrough.
“Why? So you could fuck Ben instead?”
Eddie knew how his voice sounded as he slowly leaned back against the door, reaching out to pull Richie towards him by his collar, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss that he had ached for all night.
Richie gasped into his mouth, his hands roaming Eddie’s body like a hyperactive octopus, pressing him back against the door and rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.
Eddie groaned, breaking the kiss, staring up at his best-friend-turned-secret-boyfriend.
“So, when do we tell them we hooked up at Ben and Bev’s wedding?”
Richie chuckled, leaning down and pressing his lips against Eddie’s neck, right over the spot he knew drove him crazy, breathing hot against his skin.
“Not until I ask Bill for his eyelash curler and Ben figures us out. Duh.”
~*~
They really should have been all fucked out after three weeks of eating, drinking, sleeping and sex-ing in Barbados, and yet, as soon as they got back to their apartment, they christened their old bed, their leaking shower and the living room floor because they just couldn’t get enough of each other.
Married.
They were fucking married.
Husbands.
Legally bound.
Til death—
No, not even death could stop them. They proved that already.
“You’re heavy,” Eddie groaned, his chest vibrating under where Richie had his face squished against it.
“It’s all the Barbadian food, dude. S’gone straight to my thighs.”
Eddie brushed his hand along said thigh, squeezing roughly.
“Hmm. I like your thighs.”
“I like you.”
“You better. You’re kinda stuck with me now.”
Richie lifted his head off Eddie’s sweaty chest, smiling softly, interlocking their left hands, pressing their rings together.
“Guess my love life isn’t D.O.A anymore, huh.”
Eddie groaned, and not in the sexy way he had been five minutes before.
“Those Friends references grew old in the nineties, dude. Stop.”
Richie pecked at his lips, letting out a sound of disagreement.
“I’ll have you know, Eds, I—”
The unmistakable sound of a knock echoed throughout the apartment.
They blinked at one another.
“Who the fuck is that? No one knows we’re home yet.”
The post-Honeymoon-fuck had come (heh) above all - including texting the group chat that they had made it back safely onto California soil.
Marriage had made them selfish like that.
Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know. Could be Rosa dropping off Carbs. I did tell her we’d be back today, and she might have like...sensed us. You know what she’s like.”
Rosa was their downstairs neighbour, a lovable, elderly woman who seemed to have had a sixth sense for everything Richie and Eddie-related even before they had become a couple, often calling them out for the pining bullshit before they got their act together, got tipsy at Benverly’s wedding and jumped each other.
Or as Richie put it once - “She high-key ships us, man. Wants us to bone it out.”
To this day, Eddie had no idea what that meant.
Another knock came, this one louder.
“Alright, I’m coming,” Eddie called out, pushing a whining Richie off his chest before he could make the obvious joke and forcing himself to sit up, grimacing as the sheet stuck to his back.
He’d have to be the one to answer. No way he was unleashing a half-naked Richie onto Mrs Hernandez.
Eddie actually had the decency to pull on sweatpants and an old Trashmouth-tee before padding to the door.
He knew his husband did not.
Husband.
Eddie smiled to himself, his stomach doing its usual somersaults that he knew would never fully disappear.
Richie Tozier, his lifelong best friend, was now his husband too.
Crazy.
“Sorry Rosa, we were—”
His incredibly made-up-on-the-spot excuse died on his lips as he opened the front door to reveal - nothing.
Frowning, Eddie stared into the empty air, turning his head to glance down the very vacant hallway.
And then, he heard it.
Quack!
“Oh, not again.”
“Duck!”
Richie said it like fuck.
Like he had been human-autocorrected.
“Yes, Richie, I see that,” Eddie sighed at his husband who had appeared over his shoulder, still shirtless, staring down at the baby duck sitting pretty in a box, much like Carbs had two years before.
“We’re not naming him Daffy,” Eddie grumbled, bending down to gently pick up the box, cradling the duckling against his chest and kicking the door shut.
Richie opened his mouth.
“Or Donald.”
Richie closed his mouth.
One quack called Donald was enough.
“We’ll brainstorm,” Richie grinned, leaning down and capturing Eddie’s lips, before softly patting the new addition to their family on the head.
They’d find the note later. The one that read,
To Chandler and Monica,
You two were the last to find out.
Not Stan.
Here’s a brother for Carbs.
We left her with you as a prank, for Richie’s Friends obsession, but you became the best dads ever instead. You’ll do it again.
Just don’t get them stuck in the Foosball Table.
~The Losers
#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#prompt#lovely anons#friends#i tried lol#my fanfiction#writing stuff
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Y.m.u.b pt 5
part 1/ pt. 2 / pt. 3/ pt.4
A/N: Erik is a reputable professor. He is well known as activist for the black lives matter movement and highly respected and is seen as a leader to the community.
"So what you saying Davida", "I'm saying CARL we need to end our little agreement." "But why, what have I done I gave you everything you wanted." "I know sweetie but it was going to end anyway."
I reached out to grabbed his face and he yanked it away. His face was turning all pinkish, his face contorted into what I believe was an ugly cry. God I hated this but I needed to cut him off. This thing I have with Erik is is pretty lucrutive plus I have other sugar daddies that's way more richer. A loud thump on the table and snapped back into what's going ...o yeah him.
"-i have left my wife and kids for you. I even paid for your condo and you gonna leave like. I love you Davida please don't do this.
I had enough of his pasty ass. I felt my full bladder urging me to go. This baby got me back and forth but luckly I'm not showing I had to cut off my other SD for now. But I gotten tired of Carl's ass and right now her gratting my nerves.
"Well I have to go got finals to study for." I said nonchalantly. I been down to give Carl a kiss goodbye on the cheek and he just stood there like he was in a trance. Oh well. I went to the bathroom and left to my Lexus LS 460 and drove home to my quiet condo in the hills. Being a sugar baby has it's perks. I typed in the security code and drove up the long drive way. I got out and took off my shoes and heading up the stairs. I gotta get ready for Erik this evening, daddy was supposed to direct deposit my monthly payment but texted n said he was coming here. Probably gonna drop some dick off too mhmm I can't wait. I filled my tub with some bath salt and sat in the relaxing suds.
"Looking mighty comfortable baby" I almost drowned out of fright when I look over to see my ex boyfriend Sean standing in the doorway.
"What the fuck! What the hell are you doing, how did u get in my house?"
"Aww don't be so shocked to see me babe like I said you can never get rid of me plus you have always have a bad habit about living windows open." He said calmed.
"Well you can't be here I have company coming"
"Another one of your johns, huh, see I was mad at first, sharing you with some old ass geezer but looking how u came up and plus ain't no nigga can hit that spot like I can." He said smugly while grabbing his dick through his pants.
Hmm that's what u think
"Well I'm going to need you to find a place to stay. Because you can't stay here. "
"Why not"
"Cuz I fucking said so I don't want you here. I want you gone." I said starting to wash.
He just laughed like we just had had a inside joke. "Baby come on stop tripping"
I stood up and was toweling off walking towards my room. As I walked past him he snatched my towel off and held me by the waist his lips were against my ear planting soft kisses. I'd be lying if I said I didn't missed his touch. "Get off me"
"Nope you think after I done been in jail for 5 years you walk past me naked and I gonna do anything. You got me fucked up" he began caressing my body, grabbing the thicker parts that has gained fat since the beginning of pregnancy. "You looking all thick and shit u put on some weight but I like." He said groping my breasts and rubbing my nipples. His tongue was running a trail from my ear to my collarbone making my body shiver. Damn these pregnancy hormones.
He reached down to my center rubbing my clit. "Damn yo shit soaked already" I just nodded already in complete extacy as my head laid on his shoulder.
He backed me up to the bed and laid me down. He immediately got on his knees in between my legs and spread my lips with his fingers and his tongue made a swipe from my opening to my clit and sucked on like a popsicle. I shuddered at the familar feeling.
His tongue was doing figure eights each time ended with my clit sucked. I bucked my hips and he just followed where I went I rode his face for three minutes til I had an earth shattering orgasm. "Damn that was fast but I want you get one more turn over." I quickly obeyed. "Get on your knees" I tooted my ass and his mouth attacked like it was last meal.
The sensation was enough to push me over the edge as he lick and sucked my ass.His hands were gripping and slapping my ass cheecks as the sounds of the room were filled with his lewd sucking and my moans.
I was so close when I heard my doorbell ring then I heard pounding same time my phone was blowing up. I told Sean to hold as I got up to answer the phone after seeing Erik face on the screen.
"Hello," I said in irritated. Erik completely matched my attitude. "Yo open this damn door, you hear me outside." I heard someone's voice near him so I know he is not alone. "Okay hear I come." I hung up the phone and went to grab my robe. As I about to leave my room I told Sean to stay put and don't come out.
"You got to fuck him"
"No, he just dropping off some money"
"Damn boo you got it like that," he chuckled, "well gon get our paper n come back so I can dick you down"
I just rolled my eyes and began heading downstairs.
EARLIER THAT SAME DAY
"Fuck Erik im about to cum!" You yelled as Erik pumped into you. You clawed at the sheets as ur legs were over his shoulders. His mouth was making deep passion marks on your neck, while a vibrating ring on his dick teased you both but your clit more. All these senations were driving you tears.
Don't fucking cum till I say so," he began kissing you biting on you lower lip. He grabbed your hands and interlock your fingers as he sped up. He knew u were dangerously close and so he.
Please daddy let me cum,". " Come on this dick baby" in an instant your legs went limp and your eyes roll back. Your muscles walls contract and tightens while ur juices seem to expell from your body. You were squirting soaking up the sheets and each other. Erik was right behind you shivering making the most ugly face he could muster, as you felt his hot semen fill you up. You squeezed your kegal muscles and pumped him dry. You almost wanted to laugh at how his body was spazzing each time you jerk.
He collasped on top of you and even though it was so hot n y'all were both sweaty you enjoyed his closeness. He reached down and took the now annoying vibrator ring off. He slid down to ur stomach planting kisses and resting while you lazily played with his hair.
"We gonna have send Dr. Angela a hella thank you card and fruit basket."
You chuckled, "I agree that ring was a good suggestion."
You and Erik have been to counseling to rectify your strained marriage. After the argument you were still distant almost til the point of moving out however you decided against not to have your business all out in public. You started to self cope on alcohol piting yourself thinking this is all your fault after he explained that the reason he stepped out was that he was feeling neglected during your depression. Which was due to your miscarriages, which was no one fault but you felt like you could have prevented in some way.
The night Erik had to pick you up from a bar because you were too drunk too
drive was the last straw. He was tired of see you self destruct and knew he was the reason. So he brought you home nursed you back to health the next day after your serious hangover and began finding some marriage counselors. He wanted the marriage to work in spite of infidelity.
A month later here you guys still with issues but you can stand being in the room with him and have sex without bitterness. However he still gets paranoid when he take a shower by himself.
"Come let's shower together" he begged sweetly.
"Nah bae go ahead", you said sleepily.
He looked around the room for any oliy substance he could find or belt or extensions cords. You laughed when he threw you travel size baby oil out the window.
"Really bruh"
"You damn right, oil is forbidden here."
You rolled you eyes and dozed off as he got in the shower. His phone was blowing up on the nightstand. You looked at the caller ID saying "THOT" you wonder who it could be.
Hello
Hello who is
You called my man phone who this is?
Davida, oh this must be wifey.
Bitch im THE wife dont get it twisted
Mhmm well where is Erik
Eating my pussy now what the fuck you want
Well you tell him his payment ain't come through
Payment for what, bitch the baby probably ain't even his.
Oh it is sis. Now he's paying me to keep quiet cuz I can go to the media and blow up your little cushiony life.
Bitch ain't shit you can say to stop my checks boo. And you don't think we have lawyers and shit, like the 1st that tried this stunt sus. I'll have your ass going back to yo mammy broke n penniless ho so don't try me.
Erik rushes out the shower hearing the yelling.
Aight bitch let me come and beat some nerve up in that ass
Oh bitch you ain't gon touch me
Bet ho
He sees you ok and calms down but he see you on the phone. He realized it's his and snatches it out of your hand.
HELLO
Bring me my money before your wife blow up yo shit.(click)
Why are you paying this bitch anything, you don't even know it's yours.
"Look I don't need her going to the media putting our business out there. The school will look into and see that I work there I can get fired. I can lose all creditability, my tenure and respect of my students. Im highly respected Y/N I don't want all that taken away by some mistake."
He made a lot of sense. And this is his mistake so he paying the consequences litteraly.
"Ugh!" You threw you hands to your face "so fucking stupid" throwing a tantrum, " im bout to clean and WE going over there tonight.
Later in the car
You sat in the passenger far away from him as you could in his Lincoln Navigator. He looked over grabbed your hand. You snatched it away. He bit down jaw clenching. You looked over and notice how sexy he was when he mad. You turned toward the front staring at streetlights.
"I don't want this to hinder our progress" he said quietly.
You just looked down not knowing what to say. He finally pulled up to gate n typed a code in
"Damn how often you been to her house"
"She texted me the code chill out"
"Mhmm"
He pulled up to the house and y'all both got out. He ranged the door bell, knocked and began dailing her number. "Open the damn door you hear me outside," "she probably sucking some dick upstairs" Erik looked at you while he hung up the phone. "Don't start no shit Y/n, lets just give her the money and leave ok.
You didn't bother giving him an answer. They both got you fucked up.
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heyy just wondering do u have any exes to lovers fic rec? thxxx!
Yes yes!!! Surprised I haven’t made this already!
Exes to Lovers
Sometime Around Midnight by cherrystreet
Words: 3k
Or, Louis is trying to get over his ex, and he thinks that paying their favourite band a visit might help bring him some closure.
He’s wrong.
it’s not the flowers in your hair by Awriterwrites
Words: 4k
Then, Harry’s mouth is on his and it’s wet, almost vicious, and God, this is everything Louis has ever wanted. Louis hears himself gasp in surprise but he welcomes it — invites Harry in by gripping his forearms and widening his stance so Harry can push closer, closer, closer. Harry’s skin smells like the woods in late spring and his tongue is insistent as it pushes into his mouth and God. The taste of his mouth. Louis fucking missed him so much.
We Gotta Get Away From Here by AFangirlFantasy
Words: 4k
Or a Royal AU where Prince Harold needs saving and Louis is his Knight in shining armor…sort of.
In Like a Lion by Cori Lannam (corilannam)
Words: 7k
Of all the frozen yoghurt joints in all the world, he walked into Louis’.
Or, Louis got over Harry a long time ago. Sort of.
Now That It’s Over by lululawrence
Words: 8k
Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis’ dates.
I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) by eli_ssabeth
Words: 8k
OR Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven’t seen each other since—until they’re roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.
Imposter by thewherethefislouisface (theycallmelolo)
Words: 8k
Louis needs a wedding date and his ex-boyfriend might not be the worst option!
give me things to stay awake by embodied
Words: 10k
It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.AU. It’s been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.
Over by allwaswell16
Words: 11k
Harry still thinks about the one who got away. Louis still wonders what went wrong with the man of his dreams. A year after their breakup, fate intervenes in the form of a photographer looking for strangers to pose as a couple.
Seven Simple Words by jacaranda_bloom
Words: 15k
OR the one where you don’t always get what you want the first time around, but sometimes the universe decides to give you a second chance at getting it right.
a twist of fate by orphan_account
Words: 16k
He knows that voice.
It’s the voice that told him “I love you” so many times, the one that could leave him blushing and glowing and enchanted with just a few simple words. It’s Louis fucking Tomlinson, standing there in a white dress shirt with a black stripe on the collar and a disheveled bowtie and a pair of Vans, hair done into a perfect sexy swoop, eyes brighter than any star Harry’s ever seen, with a smirk on his pretty face.
He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by AFangirlFantasy
Words: 21k
Sick of being alone, Marcel is forced (by Niall) to join an online dating app. The idea is well and all, except for the inconvenient fact that he hasn’t moved on from his childhood sweetheart - Louis. If only Marcel could learn to let go, he might actually be able to love again.
Or, an AU where finding that ‘someone new’ actually leads to finding that ‘someone old,’ and Marcel is painfully oblivious.
Things Gone Cold by MediaWhore
Words: 24k
With his soulmate’s thoughts about him written on his skin and the world’s eyes trailing his every movement, Harry Styles is having a bit of a rough time releasing his second album in peace. And that’s not even counting the breakup. Or the car crash.
Take Me Back to Where We Started by amory
Words: 27k
Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since they broke up four years ago. As boarding school sweethearts they once spent every waking moment together, but now they can hardly stand to be in the same room. When their five year class reunion comes around, both boys decide against their better judgement to return and (hopefully) have a good time.
The only problem is, they’re both still hopelessly in love.
Starring Harry as the petty ex, Louis as the new James Bond, Niall as a boy genius and fake boyfriend extraordinaire, and Liam and Zayn as two friends just trying to make it out of this weekend alive.
If I had no love to give (I wouldn’t give it to you) by kingsofeverything
Words: 30k
Small town restaurateur Louis Tomlinson needs someone competent to work in his kitchen.
Chef Harry Styles needs a job.
Sounds Like Heaven by captainsftlouis
Words: 30k
Or, a very painful au where singer/actor Harry Styles and songwriter Louis Tomlinson are married and have a daughter, but are not together any more. Except of course, it’s not that simple.
like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint
Words: 31k
Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.
The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots
Words: 43k
Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.
No One Does It Better by nodibs
Words: 49k
Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.
The Second Hand Unwinds by FullOnLarrie
Words: 51k
Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA’s top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he’s sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend’s doorstep.
Feels Like Coming Home by phdmama
Words: 60k
The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.
This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.
don’t tell the gods (we left a mess) by bottomlinsons
Words: 71k
After a misunderstanding with Liam’s mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world’s best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis’ life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)
Truth Be Told (I Never Was Yours) by JustForTommo
Words: 76k
or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.
Perfect Storm by @cherrystreet
Words: 80k
What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.
Harry and Louis choose the latter.
somewhere in between lightning by jassy117, nauticalleeds, shiningdistractionwrites
Words: 99k
A summer gone wrong (or very right) when, under Liam’s persuasion, Louis finds himself drunkenly applying for Love Island, and getting accepted. Oh, well. A summer spent on an island paradise couldn’t be all that bad, right?
Imagine his surprise when Louis arrives in sunny Majorca to find that his first love and ex-boyfriend, Harry, is another contestant, about to capture the hearts of everyone in the villa. Most normal people don’t have to face their ex on an otherwise straight TV show. Most normal people don’t fall for their ex again in front of the whole nation, either. Too bad this whole situation isn’t normal.
Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks)
Words: 114k
Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn’t intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?
got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove
Words: 124k
five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.
now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.
(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)
Don’t Let It (Me) Break by falsegoodnight
Words: 168k
Or the one where Harry is oblivious, Louis is broken, Zayn and Liam are in love, Gemma and Lottie are lovely, and Niall is just waiting for everyone to get their shit together.
And it’s all Malcolm’s fault
♡ credit to the owner of the manip
♡ updated: 3.18.21
♡ past themed recs here
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Seokjin
Truth be told, there’s no rational or logical explanation as to why you would be doing this, but the thing is you are. And you were killing it. From the voguing, the death drops, and the legendary no-hair hair flips, it was all a sight to be seen. A scene that was quite a sight. One must be mentally prepared to have such grace bestowed upon them - unfortunately for Jin, he simply wasn’t ready. He barged into the room yelling your name, and you spun around, mannequin head whipping along with you. You faced him, posed statuesque and all, and he just stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, and utterly confused. He tried to say something, but the only sound that came out was his windshield wiper laugh.
“I- I just- What were you doing?”
“[y/n], no sane person would be doing this!”
“You’re crazy, jagi!”
Suga
You were home alone, but inspired. After hours of surfing YouTube, you’ve caught yourself in the deep depths of BTS MVs and Dance videos. Watching the amount of work and effort your boyfriend put into his job was motivating to say the least. As the hours went by, the recommendations got weirder - and your mind followed along willingly. With just enough leisure time and under the influence, YouTube has blessed you with Mannequin-Head Dance videos. Carrying a new sense of self and eagerness, you’ve got to recording one of yourself dancing to BS&T, planning to send it to Yoongi. It would’ve been a damn good plan, too, if he hadn’t shown up himself. He unlocked the door to your apartment, and caught you mid-leg kick on the ground. Your mannequin head rolled off, and the hoodie fell, leaving you and your boyfriend in silence, staring one another in the eye.
“Wha-”
“Shh. Don’t worry about it, babes.”
“... I - you know what... alright.”
HOSEOK
One thing you and Hoseok had in common was your love for dancing. Truth be told, you were shit at it, but as long as Hobi was a good dancer, you considered yourself good by association. Later on in the day, the two of you were to go out after he had finished work. The anticipation was killing you and time seemed to move dangerously slow in spite of you. You were desperate to kill time, but a knife and gun wouldn’t do. Instead, you made use of the couple hours you had until Hobi arrived, and entertained yourself. You were getting into it too. You danced in front of the mirror with your hoodie on and the mannequin on the top of your head, laughing hysterically at the sight of yourself. You did a quick twirl and dabbed hard, the head falling out the hoodie with a thud and rolling at the feet of your boyfriend who stood by the bedroom doorway watching you. There was no moment of silence, no sense of confusion or hesitation between the two of you. J-Hope headed straight for the closet to grab a hoodie and join you.
*cue dance montage with Fergalicious playing in the background*
Namjoon
The question isn’t “why are you doing that” but “why hadn’t you done that”. Namjoon had been ignoring you basically all day. Well, that was a stretch. He had himself cooped up and playing hermit in his office doing work, writing lyrics, lord knows what. The problem is, he was there with you. Your boyfriend has been so busy as of late, and the little time you finally have with one another, he spends in his office doing work instead of showering you with attention. It wasn’t as if you were asking for a lot. You just wanted him to worship the very ground you walked on is all. The goal now was to capture his attention somehow. A couple memes down the road, you’ve found your answer, and got straight too it. You blasted 24K Magic from your cellphone, and practically kicked down the door - instantly catching his eye. Namjoon spun around and you got right down to the dancing. You had barely gotten through the first minute of the song. The two of you were already crying of laughter.
“[y/n], what are you doing?”
“You look stupid.”
“Here I thought, Namjoon, an intellectual, would appreciate the arts.”
“God, my jagi is a nut case...”
Jimin
Your boyfriend puts in a lot of work when it came to dancing. You could see it. He was crazy good at it, it made you wish you were as good as him. You could fantasize about all the choreography and sexy songs the two of you would dance to all day. But unlike your ChimChim, you were born with two left feet. Swiping through your discover feed on instagram, you found a video of Jimin’s old contemporary dance videos floating around. You watched it in awe and wished you were that good. You scrolled a little further down and immediately was met with a mannequin-head dance video that instantly sparked an eureka moment. It took hours of practice for you to get the gist of Jimin’s contemporary dance routine before you were confident enough to do it yourself. You put on one of the hoodies you stole from him, got the mannequin head, hit record, and made your own mannequin-head dance video doing Jimin’s routine. More than satisfied with the results, you sent the video to your boyfriend and waited for his response. He called not too shortly after, fighting his giggle fits
“Jagiya, what is wrong with you?!”
“Wow Jiminie, I worked so hard and that’s your response?”
“Have you always been this weird?”
Taehyung
TaeTae had called you not too much eariler saying he was coming over. Its been a while since you’ve gotten some time with him in person, and felt the need to make this moment extra special. You weren’t too good at romantic stuff. You stressed yourself out over what he would like, and always felt as if the results were lacking. And you certainly weren’t good at playing it sexy. It felt awkward and unnatural. What was natural between you and your boyfriend was simply a good laugh and childish games. You seen a couple mannequin-head dance videos trending on twitter, insta and youtube and was pretty drawn to the idea. You prepared the music, put on the get up, and posed on the bed when you heard his footsteps nearing the door. The moment he opened it, you struck a pose, the mannequin head violently swinging as you did so and hit play. Taehyung was so taken aback and startled by you, he practically fell on the floor dying of laughter.
Jungkook
Prior to you doing it, Jungkook had been practically spamming your phone with videos of the mannequin-head challenge. When he first showed it to you, it low key freaked you out. But the way your boyfriend died laughing every time he saw a new one eventually grew on you. Surely enough, you were on the bandwagon, too. You bought yourself a mannequin-head just for Kookie. You showed up at his dorm wearing a hoodie with a bag in your hand, telling him it was a gift. You pulled out the mannequin head and the boy already knew exactly what you were about it do. You didn’t even have to dance. You propped the mannequin head on top of your head, threw the hoodie over and struck a pose. Jungkookie was tearing up, and practically gasping for air.
“[y/n], wait wait wait, I have to take a picture.”
“Why are you laughing, I didn’t even do anything yet”
“You should see yourself!”
“Wait ‘til Tae Tae sees this!”
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