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ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; returning to work, Emily wants to help you (Emily Prentiss x fem!reader)
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; established relationship, bau!reader, reader starts back at work after a break (reasons unspecified), possible ooc emily, they say ‘love you’ at the end, that’s it i think
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 452
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; first time i’ve written for emily, so possible ooc emily
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for the past couple weeks you’d been off work, Emily taking care of the paperwork and stuff for you.
she also made sure that your return to work went smoothly, despite briefing you on everything every night when she came home.
in her mind, she wanted you to still be up to date despite the fact you weren’t there, which you couldn’t fault her for.
you couldn’t fault her for anything.
which was one of the many reasons you loved her, through everything she always managed to put you first.
so today when you returned to work, she made sure you had everything you needed, even when she had little time to spare.
“you don’t have to do all this for me”
you whispered to her, watching as she shook her head as she sat on the edge of your desk. setting down the file in her hands to hook a finger under your chin to keep your gaze on her.
“want to take care of you”
she told, which warmed your heart. and normally, you would’ve leaned in to kiss her but you knew you couldn’t here.
even in her office you felt off, when no one was around or could see, so now in the bullpen you couldn’t.
slowly you pulled her hand from your face, soothing your thumb across her knuckles before letting go.
“don’t have to, you are still technically my boss”
you watched as she grimaced at the title, something she hadn’t really wanted in the first place. told you so when she came home the very first night after the change.
she guided her attention to the file on your desk again, flipping through until she stopped on a particular page.
“don’t call me your boss please”
she murmured, skimming over the words on the page as her finger followed suit.
you couldn’t help but grin, holding back a laugh as she tried to dismiss the whole thing.
“but you are my boss”
she sighed at that, shaking her head before standing from your desk. directing the conversation away once more.
“if you need any help my office isn’t far, and i’m always available to help”
you hummed as you listened to her, resting your elbows on your desk and watching her.
you couldn’t help the way your eyes flicked from her face and down her body before meeting her eyes again, nodding slowly as she walked up the couple of stairs to her office.
“thank you Em, love you”
she rolled her eyes, but you didn’t miss the way she smiled. casting a glance over her shoulder to you as she stepped through her office door, whispering back to you.
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — summary; on a late night walk with your best friend when things shift between you both (Juice Ortiz x fem!reader)
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — warnings; friends to lovers (kinda), they both confess feelings, mutual pinning, juice kinda being scared to admit his feelings, that’s it i think
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — word count; 598
ᯓ ꨄ︎ — a/n; i want juice so bad
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you and Juice were walking side by side, having managed to pull him away from the clubhouse to spend time with him again.
both of you sharing jokes and laughs as you walked, bumping into the other every odd step.
the air was cool yet there was an odd warmth to it, that only seemed to follow you and Juice. the feeling of it was like a hug that pulled you closer and closer to him, your body curling into his side.
everything about tonight was so familiar but so new at the same time, and you didn’t want it to end.
“i wish we could do this for the rest of our lives”
you told, feeling him come to a stop before turning you to face him. his eyes searching yours as his feelings bounced around inside him, his mind running faster than it had all night.
because the one thing Juice hadn’t told you, was that deep down he wanted the rest of his life with you.
but with the way you were looking at him, eyes soft and loving—he knew now was the right time.
“then let’s do it”
he told, giving a half smile as your expression was replaced by that of confusion.
when you didn’t say anything, he sighed. the feeling of ruining your friendship running through him now instead the previous feelings of telling you the truth, to have kept it hidden deep down.
a deep anxiety churned in his stomach, worry settling in as you finally replied.
“you want to be in a dark street laughing for the rest of our lives?”
something akin to a sigh of relief left him, worry easing ever so slightly as he pinched at the bridge of his nose.
his eyes closing briefly, thinking of his thoughts before meeting your eyes again. he gave you a half smile as he murmured out.
“if that’s what you want, i just—i wish you’d stay in my life forever”
he stammered over his words, unable to get them out properly as his thoughts ran a million miles a minute.
your eyes continued to search his, as he mumbled out again.
“i want the rest of my life with you”
the way he said it you could hear the worry creeping back in, his eyes flicking away from you as he gulped.
a pit of dread settling in his belly, hearing him sigh again as the thoughts of truly ruining your friendship filled him.
you waited a minute, blinking at him in disbelief. his admission making a warmth spread through your body before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.
his arms cautiously wrapped around you, the hug unlike any of the other hugs you’d shared before.
“want to know a secret?”
you whispered, pulling your head back to meet his eyes. waiting until he nodded slowly to whisper out to him, soothing one of your hands across his back.
“i want the rest of my life with you too”
he flashed you a look of disbelief, unable to believe that you felt the same way. he shook his head, ready to retort when you pressed your lips to his.
kissing him softly and feeling him melt into you, cradling his jaw in both of your hands and soothing your thumbs across his cheeks.
“i love you Juice”
that made him melt further into you, stealing another kiss before he lay his head on your shoulder.
his arms wrapped tighter around you than before as he whispered back.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; after escaping from Azkaban, Sirius finds himself longing to be back in your arms (Sirius Black x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; allusions to reader being at school with sirius, allusions to sirius and reader having a previous relationship/arrangement (ie fwb or something akin to it), possible touch starved!sirius, that’s it
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 624
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; something about giving sirius a happy life after azkaban will always get me
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you’d heard of the news of Sirius escaping from Azkaban, and it sent a flurry of emotions through you.
you hadn’t seen him since, but the longing you had—the love you shared, it was all still there.
at least on your end it was.
really, you had no clue how Sirius still felt. when he got arrested, it had been days since you last seen each other.
but now, you anxiously waited at Grimmauld Place. someone else in The Order had told you that he was returning, and you wanted to be there.
memories of your younger days painted the walls, latched into every nick and scratch across the wallpaper. god, did it feel like coming home.
getting pulled from your thoughts as the front door opened, eyes meeting his and your breath catching in your throat.
in his eyes, you searched and searched, until you found the same longing looking back at you.
he took a couple quick strides towards you, before he held you against his chest. simultaneously, the tension lifted from both of your shoulders.
“hi Siri”
you whispered softly, tears threatening to fall as you met his eyes again.
twelve long years of longing and yearning coming to a head all at once, and a chuckle of disbelief left him.
“you came”
his words held that same tone of disbelief and bewilderment, because he couldn’t grasp why you’d stick around. staying so tightly sewn to him, even after all this time.
“wouldn’t want you on your own”
he chuckled again, resting his forehead to yours. he relished in this, having you in his arms again after being apart for so long.
holding each other for a couple of minutes, basking of having him back, having him home in your arms— before you whisked him away upstairs, helping him get cleaned up.
if anything, his demeanour towards you was softer. as though he was scared of losing you all over again.
when you got him into bed, he held his arms out expectantly towards you and you couldn’t help but crawl into his arms again.
curled into his side with your head on his shoulder, his right hand traced the length of your spine while he rested his chin on the top of your head.
laying your hand on his chest, fingers splayed across his heart and feeling the steady thump of it against his chest.
“i missed you”
you broke the silence, glancing up at him to see his eyes already on you—just how they had been since he walked through the door.
he couldn’t pull his gaze away from you, afraid that if he looked away for a second you’d be pulled from his arms.
“missed you more love”
the pet name had heat dancing across your cheeks, nestling your head in against his throat.
everything about Sirius was perfect to you, even if he failed to see it in himself. but with the love and admiration you showed him, he’d follow whatever you said.
he’d follow you to the ends of the earth.
“stay with me?”
he spoke up after a beat, hand stilling on the small of your back out of a fear deep down of misreading everything.
how he let the little voices inside control his thoughts, even now with you curled in against his side, he’d never know but they’d always be there. chipping away at him, just how they had for the past twelve years.
“never leaving you again”
the reassurance had his chest feeling tight, and a newfound love soaring in his heart.
he knew in this moment, you’d be here to stay and that he’d always, without any shadow of a doubt be able to find home in your arms.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; your boyfriends love language is biting (Tig Trager x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; established relationship, tig bites + his love language is biting, they're both idiots in love, uhm that’s it i think
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 707
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; counter to tig getting bit😇
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you were at the clubhouse, sitting on one of the rugged old couches while you sat curled into his side.
left arm around his neck while your fingers tangled in his hair, brushing through his curls while he practically purred at your touch.
shaking your head as he relished in the feeling of your fingers, letting his eyes flutter shut.
he always let himself get lost in the feeling of your, lost in his thoughts of you. every thought he had was of you, save for the little chunk that was reserved for the club—but you outweighed it by the majority.
now, as he got lost in you, his mind began to run on autopilot.
he leaned in, nipping at your jaw how he usually did, before his bites trailed down across your throat and neck.
but that was the thing with Tig, the one thing that he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t fight.
Tig’s love language wasn’t words. it wasn’t gifts or acts of service, though he did provide them whenever you asked.
no, for Tig it was something primal, something instinctive. he showed affection in ways people didn’t always understand—through the sharp, passionate bite of his teeth on you skin.
it had started as a joke, a playful nip to your neck when the two of you were alone, something brief but enough to make you shiver. the next time, his bite was harder, deeper. a kiss with teeth, a sign of something more — something unspoken.
he didn’t think much of it. Tig Trager, the man who lived for chairs and risk, for that edge between danger and thrill, knew only one way to show you that he cared; by marking you. by biting you.
you’d never talked about it, never needed to. but after the first few times, it became a ritual. a way for him to ground himself when the weight of the world became too much.
when his past haunted him too deeply. when the scars he carried felt too heavy— he bit you, and in those moments, it was like everything else faded away. you were his anchor.
your fingers continued through his hair, nails brushing gently across his scalp and he had to bite at your shoulder to stop himself from groaning too loudly.
but the next bite he gave after that was different, much deeper than every other one he had given before.
“ow, Tig!”
your call of his name and the way your fingers tugged at his hair to pull him away had his attention coming back.
blue eyes meeting yours, as a half guilty look crossed his face.
“sorry didn’t mean it that hard”
he told, lifting one of his hands to soothe his thumb over the fresh mark. leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to the mark, his head lifting to meet your eyes.
shaking your head as he flashed you a pout, something he did to get back in your good books.
“that hurt Tig”
you told, poking a finger at his chest. rolling your eyes as he held his hands up on surrender, slouching against the back of the couch in the process.
the clubhouse had emptied since you’d arrived, leaving only a couple of the prospects stocking things behind the bar. they were harmless, knew they wouldn’t say anything about you and Tig on the opposite side of the room.
slowly you hooked a leg across both of his, settling in his lap while he smirked up at you.
his hands came down to settle on your hips, thumbs soothing back and forth as he leaned in to kiss across your throat. his kisses made you giggle, trying to pull back from his touch again until he bit and sucked at your pulse point, causing your breath to hitch.
“Tig..”
you tried, the warning tone in your voice holding no malice. which only made him continue, more nips and bites across your skin before he mumbled out.
“was just a peck, sweetheart”
he continued to smirk up at you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you down against his chest.
catching your lips in another kiss before you whispered out against his lips.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; fucking your boyfriend when another member of samcro walks in, but you both find something out about you in that moment (Jax Teller x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; smut with little plot, minors do not interact!!!, poorly written smut, unprotected sex, soft sex, p in v, creampie, established relationship, chibs walks in on them(he does knock they just don’t hear it), readers described as drunk the night before(is this a warning??), jax teases reader about chibs walking in, lmk if i missed any !
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 939
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; yeah, uhm anyways (thinking of early seasons jax)
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you’d spent the night at the clubhouse with Jax, having drunk a little too much for Jax to have taken you home on his bike.
you’d woken up alone in his bed and hearing the shower in the next room. eyeing him when he walked back into the room, and his towel wrapped lowly on his hips.
knowing the look you were giving him had a chuckle spilling from his lips, leading to now.
he had you sprawled out on your back, arms bracing himself on the pillows around your head, hips rocking against yours at a steady pace.
his voice soft and small, gentle coos leaving his lips. mumbled ‘i knows’ into your ear, while your legs wrapped around his waist and feet locked at the small of his back. arms loosely wrapped around his neck, and fingers tangled in his hair.
this was more intimate than sex ever normally was between you, it was softer and a lot more gentle.
tilting your head to capture his lips in a kiss and humming as he deepened it, his tongue pushing past your lips and meddling with yours.
each thrust of his hips had more moans falling from your lips, breaking the kiss and laying back against the one lone pillow on the bed. your eyes flicking across his face and admiring him, reaching a hand up to cradle his jaw while your thumb soothed across his cheek.
giggling softly as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm before leaning down to capture your lips again, both of you lost in the moment and missing the knock at the door.
Jax’s thrusts continued at a steady past, coaxing soft moans from your lips. dropping his head to the crook of your neck again and peppering kisses across the skin, back arching up into him.
with no response from Jax the door opened cautiously, and a familiar Scottish accent sounded in surprise and slight disgust.
“jesus christ Jackie”
feeling your face heat at the sudden intrusion and hiding your face in your hands, feeling Jax pull away from your neck and glance back at Chibs.
glancing up cautiously at Jax as he pulled the blankets up to cover your body, remaining inside you as he spoke, his tone laced in faint irritation and your walls fluttering around him causing a muffled groan to bubble in his throat.
“this is on you brother”
his eyes locked with Chibs’ before nodding towards the door in a silent ask to leave, hearing the Scotsman chuckle before leaving; the door slamming behind him while Jax’s attention turned back to you.
“sorry bout that, darlin’”
his hands pulling yours further away from your face, and loosely wrapping your arms around his neck once more. feeling the pillows dip on either side of your head while he braced himself again, the slow drag of his hips starting again.
“felt you clench down on me, hm sweetheart?”
despite the softness of the moment, even if momentarily disrupted, Jax’s tone held a little teasing to it once again. thrusts continuing and low mewls falling from your lips, eyes hooded and keeping hold of his gaze.
“huh, you like that darlin’? you like the thrill of getting caught like this?”
words escaping you, and a lewd moan coming out in response. eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to capture your lips again, his blond locks toppling into your face.
the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room again as he chased both of your climaxes, forehead resting against yours and arms crossing above your head.
his body blanketing yours and moving impossibly closer to you, peaking up at him to find his gaze already on you.
“you gonna cum f’me sweetheart? or you want Chibs back in here?”
choking back a whine at his proposition, walls fluttering around him again as the words reeled in your head.
mind feeling fuzzy and body flooding with heat, the familiar pool of warmth settling in the pit of your belly as his thumb pressed to your clit.
“fuck, that turn you on? shit- cum f’me sweetheart, that’s it”
the words came out in a groan, his head dropping to your shoulder and his thrusts faltering. lips pressing soft kisses across your sweat dampened skin, and his soft coos flooded your ear. thumb pressing tighter circles to your clit and pushing you over the edge, the coil in your belly snapping as you came with a cry of his name.
arms tightening around his neck and pulling him down impossibly closer, moaning into his ear while your cheeks pressed together. moans turning into whines, and whines turning into incoherent babbles as his thrusts continued; once met with precision now left sloppy as he chased his high.
“fuck, that’s my girl. such a good girl f’me darlin’”
the possessive tone in his words had another lewd moan tumbling past your lips, nails scratching across his back and into the sons tattoo.
a barely coherent cry of his name was his undoing, hips stuttering before stilling completely against you. a jagged rock of his hips and a guttural moan past his lips signified his climax, his cock throbbing in your warmth and his release shooting into you.
the constant flutter of your walls around him had him spilling every drop, the tightness surrounding him milking him for all he had.
staying connected and limbs intertwined, his breathing heavy against your shoulder as he slowly started to come down from his high. lifting his head enough to meet your gaze before grumbling out to you.
could i get 25 and 30 from the 100 dialogue prompts with dbf!chibs
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 25) “you could do so much better than me” and 30) “yeah, i want to, but… wouldn’t it be weird?” — from 100 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; dad’s best friend trope, implied age gap (unspecified but chibs is older), mutual pinning but chibs is scared to fall/admit, readers dad is unmentioned but allusions to being a member of samcro, reader smokes (but it can be skimmed over), uhm they kiss + confess, this is 1.5k words btw!!
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; ending my event on a high with my fave
— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed
the club had gone on a lockdown and everyone was instructed to stay at the Red Woody studio, but with the sheer amount of people it felt cramped.
when the boys had gone into chapel, you’d made your way up onto the roof. escaping to the otherwise quiet space, and finally letting out a sigh of relief.
it wasn’t like you didn’t like the club, it just felt overwhelming at times. suffocating even.
so you needed to withdraw from it all, which became hard during lockdowns.
you’d lost track of time as you watched the world go by in the distance, only becoming re-aware of your surroundings when the sound of boots grew closer.
glancing over your shoulder you spotted Chibs, your dad’s best friend.
flashing him a half smile before looking away again, sighing heavily. his presence loomed over the silent rooftop, causing a chill to run down your spine.
reaching into your pocket to grab a cigarette and offering the box up to him, which he declined. shrugging as you set the cigarette between your lips, lighting it with ease and taking a drag from it before exhaling with another sigh.
“yer dad’s looking for you”
his voice broke the silence, earning a nod in response as your eyes stayed on the water behind the studio.
you could hear him take another step closer before he grabbed the crate to sit next to you, still leaving three feet’s worth of distance between you both.
“what’s he want?”
you asked, taking another drag of the cigarette. blowing the smoke out in the opposite direction before tilting your head to Chibs again, eyes flicking briefly down his body before settling on his face.
“was wonderin’ where you ran off to”
that pulled a laugh from you, shaking your head and pulling your gaze away once more.
if anything, you didn’t think your dad would’ve sent Chibs to come looking for you. sure they were best friends, but of all people you’d never expected him.
though you weren’t exactly complaining, you’d never throw a fit over a visit from your favourite Scotsman.
“and he sent you, huh?”
he chuckled at your words, running a hand across his chin and scratching at his beard.
just like you had a moment prior, he let his eyes rake down your body. his tongue poking out to wet his lips, and he couldn’t help the heat that shoot through him alongside the various thoughts he’d have of you.
when he didn’t answer for a minute, it had a smirk tugging at your lips—especially when you met his eyes and seen the lustrous look in them.
only once you coughed to gather his attention did he meet your eyes again, a pink hue creeping across his cheeks.
“sorry what’d you say?”
a flurry of embarrassment pooled in his belly, which seemed odd to him. he never got embarrassed from things like this, but with you it was different.
everything was different.
you made him feel different in every capacity of the word, you made him feel special— even if you hadn’t taken whatever it was between yous further than lingering glances.
“i asked why my dad sent you to come looking for me”
you repeated, taking another hit from the cigarette before stubbing it out. exhaling slowly and waving your hand in front of your face to make the smoke disperse quickly.
he nodded, hand scratching at his beard once more before he replied.
“well he didn’t really, i offered to”
he shrugged, his words having a smirk toying at your lips as you flashed him a ‘really?’ look.
the admission had a flurry of glee shooting through you, turning to face him properly.
“and why would you do that?”
the question had him almost shying away, the admission of his feelings dancing on the tip of his tongue.
a look of the longing you had for him shone in his eyes, and it had a thrill of confidence run through you. wanting to try and pry what you assumed he felt out of him.
“is there something you’d like to tell me?”
you inquired, and you noticed as he swallowed hard. his adam’s apple bobbing before he averted his gaze, causing your smile to widen.
chiming in before he could stumble over the words he so desperately wanted to admit to you.
“because there might be something i want to tell you, ‘long as you don’t tell my dad”
as long as he doesn’t tell your dad? that had him more intrigued.
he gulped, running both hands down his face before meeting your eyes. everything in him screaming to look away and go back inside, but his heart wanted to know if you felt the same way.
“promise love”
there it was, one of the many names he’d called you that sent heat shooting through your body.
your smirk faded into a smile, mumbling out — in what you could only describe as an attempt to ensure no one else heard, despite it only being the two of you.
“i like you, fancy you even”
you admitted, a weight feeling as if it had just been lifted from your shoulders. you watched the way his eyes widened, before a look of relief washed over him.
but it didn’t stop the insecurities that washed over him.
“why? i mean, you could do so much better than me”
you frowned at the words, because they didn’t make sense. for as long as you could remember you’ve had a crush on him, he’s all you’d wanted for ages now.
reaching out you took his hands into yours, much to his reluctance. you stood from the crate and moved to stand between his legs, one finger hooking under his chin to tilt his head up to you.
despite everything inside him screaming at him to stop this, to pull away— he couldn’t. it was as if was frozen in place, unable to do anything than follow your lead so willingly.
“only want you, have only ever wanted you”
the pull between you both tugged tighter, a string woven tightly around you and keeping you like this.
“fuckin’ killing me sweetheart”
he groaned in frustration, dropping his head to rest against your stomach. a flurry of butterflies batting against your insides where his head rested, hand lifting to take your fingers through his hair.
“can i kiss you?”
your voice was soft, barely a whisper but he lifted his head anyways. eyes meeting and another flash of insecurity rushing through his eyes, shaking his head before he sighed.
continuing to brush your fingers through his hair as he mumbled out in response.
“we shouldn’t love”
which made you frown, untangling your fingers from his hair and taking a step back.
you knew it was a logical response, you really shouldn’t. he was your dad’s best friend after all, but the pull between you both kept the feelings you clinging onto the possibility of a chance with him.
“..do you not want to?”
you asked hesitantly, embarrassed even. you weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling. but you did know, that deep down you still wanted him.
“yeah, i want to, but… wouldn’t it be weird?”
a sigh fell from your lips, before he sighed too. standing from his own crate and cradling your face in both of your hands, your breath fanning across his face from your closeness.
“only weird if we make it”
you whispered out, which made him chuckle. resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut.
on one hand, he wanted to give in. everything in him wanted to give in and kiss you. but on the other hand, it felt wrong. you were his best friends daughter, he shouldn’t.
yet he wanted to.
he waited a beat before capturing your lips with his, the kiss deep as he poured all of his emotions into it.
you stumbled back a little, but he pulled you against his chest. left hand falling to your hip to hold you steady, dopey grin tugging at your lips as you whispered out to him again.
“do that again”
he shook his head at you but obliged, kissing you with just as much intensity as the first time.
both of his hands rested on your hips as he continued to kiss you, one hand squeezed at your hip which made you gasp. allowing his tongue to push into your mouth and tangle with yours, drawing a breathy moan from your throat.
the kiss continued for a minute before he pulled back, with an equally blissed look on his face to yours.
“you’ll be the death of me sweetheart”
he drawled out, accent slightly thicker which always seemed to make you swoon even more.
you leaned in to kiss him again, your arms going around his neck and wrists crossing at the back of his head while you whispered out against his lips again.
hey love, i’m really into tig at the moment. could i get the below prompt from the fluff section of the 150 dialogue prompts with tig
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “you weren’t supposed to hear that” — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, tig and reader have a son(he’s unnamed), first time mom reader, uh possible ooc tig??, kinda ended on a cliffhanger but that’s it i think
˚୨୧⋆。 a/n; this scene did something to me the first time i seen it
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Tig had come home earlier than you had expected, so he helped put your son to sleep while you cleaned up after dinner.
it was rare that nights like these happened, with Tig always out late it usually meant you’d have dinner yourself along with putting your son to bed.
but tonight was nice.
having him home was always nice.
once you’d finished cleaning up from dinner you moved throughout your house, steps slowing as you neared your sons room.
Tigs voice catching your attention, followed by him saying your name.
you stood just out of sight, listening to what he was saying.
“love you ‘nd your mom kid”
“she’s something special, we’re both lucky”
he took a pause, and in a small fleeting moment of panic—you assumed he knew you were there.
slowly you peeked your head through the doorway, eyes landing on Tig sat in the rocking chair in the corner with your son against his chest.
the sight of both of them made your heart soar, always so caught up in the troubles the club brought that a moment like this felt like a gift.
he hadn’t seen you, relief filling you as you continued to watch. Tig pressed a kiss to your son’s head before he continued on.
“between me and you, ‘m gonna marry her kid. she’s real special, can’t afford to lose her”
at his admission, it felt as if everything stopped. your breath hitching before you stumbled ever so slightly, getting caught up in trying to stay hidden you knocked over something sat by the door.
Tig’s eyes flicked up to you, and he stilled. you gave him an apologetic look as you moved closer, settling in the rocking chair next to him and wrapping your right arm around his neck.
“i’m sorry,”
you apologised and he shook his head, he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to your lips.
when he pulled back his eyes searched yours, one of his hands soothing across your sons back.
“you weren’t supposed to hear that”
Tig told, his eyes staying on your face a minute before they fell to your son as he let out a yawn. you whispered another apology to him, brushing his hair out of his face in the process.
you watched as Tig stood and set down your son in his crib, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before reaching for your hand.
he pulled you out of the room and into his chest, holding you close and pressing another kiss to your lips before you whispered out.
“can pretend i never heard that”
you tried, arms going around his neck as he walked you backwards towards your room. he sat you on the edge of the bed as he reached for his kutte that lay on the dresser.
you watched as he pulled a box from one of the inner pockets of his kutte, and your breath hitched at the sight.
“don’t pretend you never seen this, want the rest of my life with you”
hey, could i get 40 and 41 from the smut prompts with president chibs?
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 40) “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you” and 41) “call me that again” — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, husband!chibs x wife!reader, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie + chibs kinda gets reader to lick his fingers clean??, that’s it i’m pretty sure but if not lmk !
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; written with this oneshot and the whole fic in mind (tho this doesn’t align with the fic timeline for what i know it as)
— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed
ever since Chibs had become president, he’d been more stressed than before— which led to more frequent arguments and disagreements between you both.
which always led to makeup sex between you, like now.
he had you sat at the edge of the table, your dress hiked up around your hips and your panties stuffed into his back pocket.
his hips rocking slowly against yours as you clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as breathy moans fell from your lips.
“i know baby”
he whispered, capturing your lips in a kiss as the coil in your belly wound tighter. his thrusts continued at their pace, while your cunt fluttered around him.
a shaky groan fell from his lips, his forehead pressing to yours and his hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer.
“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you”
you breathed out, which pulled a chuckle from him. watching him shake his head before he caught your lips again, pouring his need and desperation into the kiss.
when your cunt clenched around him, it had him hissing. he knew you were both teetering on the edge by now, and he was determined to make you finish first.
“know you’re there, cum f’me love”
he mumbled, pace picking up ever so slightly and pulling whinier moans from your lips.
your cunt gripped him like a vice, the sounds of your coupling filling the room alongside your shared moans.
he pressed his lips to yours again, his tongue moving against yours as he deepened the kiss—muffling your moans in the process as you toppled over the edge.
cresting over the edge and your cunt gripping him tighter, another hiss leaving his lips as he broke the kiss.
his head dropped to your shoulder as he chased after his own climax, his thrusts lacking their previous force as he grew closer and closer.
“gonna finish inside, aye? then later ‘m all yours again”
he murmured against your neck, his voice strained and his cock throbbing inside you. you hummed in response, fingers brushing through his hair while you pressed a kiss to his temple.
“whatever you say Mr. President”
you told, the words slipping in a teasing tone but you felt the way his hips rolled deeper at the name.
your fingers in his hair pulled back to meet your eyes, and you hummed at the sight of his pupils blown wider with his lust.
“call me that again”
he drawled, and it made a shiver run down your spine at the way his voice had dropped an octave.
you quirked a brow at him but he nodded, capturing your lips in another kiss until you were whispering against his lips.
“cum inside me Mr. President”
you told, not entirely sure what was doing it for him—but who were you to deny your husband?
he groaned again, his pace faltering once more before he toppled over the edge. his hands gripping tightly at your hips as he spilled himself inside you, followed by a breathy moan as your walls fluttered around him instinctively.
“christ love”
he murmured, his forehead to your shoulder as his hips rolled slowly until they came to a halt.
he stayed buried inside for a minute, basking in the throes of both of your climax’s before he reluctantly pulled out.
a whine leaving you at the loss of him while he shushed you softly, tucking himself back into his jeans and kissing you softly in turn.
you watched him take a step back before his left hand slid between your thighs, pushing his cum that had spilled from your cunt back into you in one smooth movement.
lifting his hand from between your legs, his middle and ring finger pushed past your lips— a silent request for you to lick them clean of the remnants of his release.
“prettiest fuckin’ thing”
he drawled and it had your face heating, almost shying under his gaze.
you let his fingers fall from your lips, pulling off of the table and pressing a kiss to his lips.
pulling away from him and grabbing your bag, calling out to him over your shoulder before you left.
“need to pick up the baby, i’ll see you later Mr. President”
you teased and it had him shaking his head. already counting down the minutes until he got home to have you all to himself again.
can i get this prompt with first time dad luke alvez putting the crib together possibly “that is not what the instructions say.”
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “that is not what the instructions say” — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, husband!luke x wife!reader, first time dad luke, reader is pregnant, two idiots in love, that’s it really
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; i’d personally give him however many babies as he wants
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you stood behind Luke, watching as he tried to build the babies crib— one of the last few things you both had to get done before the baby actually came.
a huff left his lips as the side of the crib wouldn’t slot into place, which made you laugh in turn.
moving closer to him, kicking the neglected instructions book over to him and brushing your fingers through his hair.
“you need a hand?”
you asked softly, and he shook his head ‘no’ in response. he continued to move the side into the wrong place, pulling another laugh from you while you bent down to pick up the instructions.
quickly, you flicked through the pages to get to the right part. shaking your head as you let your eyes flick between the reference picture and the sight in front of you.
“that is not what the instructions say”
Luke huffed at your words, but knew you were right. he hadn’t even bothered to read through the instructions, because how hard could it really be?
obviously a lot harder than he had anticipated.
with a defeated sigh, he set the part of the crib off to the side before he stood to face you.
both of his hands lifting to rest on your bump as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours and his eyes even softer as they met yours.
“did you even look at the instructions Luke?”
you asked, cradling his face in your left hand to make sure he held eye contact.
the look in his eyes betrayed any sort of protest or lie he might’ve given, and he knew it too.
“i thought i could’ve done it myself”
he told while leaning in to press another kiss to your lips, almost pouting at you as he pulled back.
rolling your eyes at him and setting the instructions book aside, his eyes staying on you the whole time.
“you know you can buy them prebuilt?”
he huffed again, reaching for the instructions and finding the page you had just been looking at.
you couldn’t help but continue to laugh at the sight of him, but deep down it warmed your heart— how dedicated he was to building it by himself.
cradling his face in your hand again, soothing your thumb across his cheek and tilting his head up to meet your eyes again as you spoke.
“why don’t you call someone and ask for a hand? i’m pretty sure Penelope would help you baby”
he couldn’t help but sigh in defeat, nodding slowly before pressing a kiss to your palm.
slowly reaching for his phone to call Penelope, who you both knew would drop anything to help with you and the baby— as well as anything for the baby.
just like everyone else in your circle.
your daughter wasn’t even here, yet she was already loved more than anything.
hey love, i seen you did this prompt with daryl already but was hoping to maybe also get it with tig? if not i completely understand
“Can you give me a massage?” “No, because you moan really loud and our neighbours think we’re having sex.”
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “can you give me a massage?” “no, because you moan really loud and our neighbours think we’re having sex” — from 50 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, poorly written, written in 5ish minutes, if i missed any lmk
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; slowly still trying to work through reqs, trust i’m trying
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you’d walked into your bedroom and seen Tig sprawled across the bed, shaking your head at the sight of him until he looked back at you over his shoulder.
a pout practically tugging at his lips, and an all but pleading look on his face as he held eye contact with you.
“can you give me a massage?”
he asked, and you couldn’t help but shake your head at him again.
moving closer towards him and trailing your nails across his back, eliciting a gasp from his lips.
trailing your fingers higher until they tangled in his hair, brushing through it softly and listening to the staggered moans falling from his lips.
“no, because you moan really loud and our neighbours think we’re having sex”
he tried to protest as the words hit his ears, but it was no use. he knew it was true.
untangling your fingers from his hair and trailing your nails across his back again, scratching softly and watching as he dropped his head to the pillows.
“you’re proving my point right now”
that made him huff, and you just knew there would be something akin to a pout on his face.
“let them think what they want, c’mon help me out sweetheart”
he mumbled into the pillows, and you knew you couldn’t hold out any longer.
with a soft sigh you moved onto the bed behind him, sitting on his lower back and running your hands across his shoulders and downwards.
and as if on cue, another moan fell from his lips.
you leaned in to whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to his shoulder in the process.
“if i get stopped by our neighbours again asking, you’re explaining this to them”
95. "is this really turning you on? I'm not even doing anything."
with president jax😋
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “is this really turning you on? i’m not even doing anything” — from 100 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; president jax, established relationship, allusions to sex, jax is kinda a tease, that’s it i think
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; i love president jax so much
— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed
ever since Jax became president of the club he had this different vibe to him, a vibe that made butterflies erupt in your belly whenever you looked at him too long.
like now, Jax had everyone on lockdown due to a threat he hadn’t fully told you about yet. but he was barking out orders left right and centre, which had a pool of warmth bubbling in your belly.
it was like you were hypnotised watching him, the way he strived being in charge made it so hard to look away from him.
you had zoned out watching him, and you must have been giving him the eyes. not that you were fully aware, you were just admiring your man.
Jax weaved through the sea of people until he was in front of you, standing between your legs and hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up to him. he had that all too familiar roguish smirk on his face once you came back to, trying to pull away from him.
“you okay darlin’?”
his voice had dropped an octave lower, while his eyes flicked between yours and your lips.
he knew the effect he had on you, and he always used it against you. especially when he found you in your current state— hungry eyes as they watched him throughout the room.
“yeah, you look good”
you told while standing from your seat, soothing your hands across his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck while his went around your waist.
letting your eyes search his, giving him an innocent smile in a feasible attempt to hide your want for him.
yet Jax knew every little thing, he knew all of your cues and what made you tick. so he wasn’t buying your ‘innocence’.
“oh yeah?”
you caught the way his lips curled and his smirk widened, his hands slid to your ass and he groped at it over your jeans.
a breathless gasp fell from your lips while a moan bubbled in your throat, and he caught the way your thighs squeezed together. he chuckled at the sight, the heat radiating from your body another telltale sign.
he leaned in to capture your lips, his kiss not nearly as long as you wanted it to be before he was whispering in your ear.
“is this really turning you on? i’m not even doing anything”
when he pulled back, you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. his hands squeezed at your ass again and a squeal fell from your lips.
the pool of warmth continued to bubble over in your belly, and the heat in your core was becoming unbearable. continuing to squeeze your thighs together to relive the ache for him as you spoke.
“you as president, it does something to me”
and by the way he quirked a brow at your words, you knew it had inflated his ego again.
he chuckled again while shaking his head, his hands peeled themselves from your body while he moved you to stand flush against his chest before he walked you towards one of the dorms. his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered out to you.
“think i deserve some presidential favors, huh darlin’?”
Hii babe! First of, I just wanna say congrats on 600 followers! You absolutely deserve it 💜
So I was wondering if you could maybe write something for dear old Mr Daryl Dixon with these two prompts? “oh please, you knew what you were doing... you wanted to drive me crazy.” and “fuck, do that again... please.”
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 13) “oh please, you knew what you were doing… you wanted to drive me crazy” and 11) “fuck, do that again… please” — from 100 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, husband!daryl, kinda just annoying daryl??, uhm allusions to sex at the end, that’s it i’m pretty sure
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; 😇
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you’d been ‘annoying’ Daryl all day, pulling away from all of his kisses when you were both alone and just downright pissing him off.
when he got home that night, you were walking around in only one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. you knew exactly what you were doing to him, and quite frankly— you wanted to keep bothering him until he snapped.
the thing was, that morning you’d tried to have sex with him but he was rushing out the door. which left you high and dry all day, and you wanted to get back at him.
Daryl sat and watched you for awhile, the look on his face gave nothing away to how he was feeling. but he was thinking of how he wanted to play this.
so when you moved closer to him and curled into his side, his hands instinctively moved to your hips to tug you into his lap.
laying one of your hands on his shoulder and brushing his hair out of his face with your free hand.
“what’s up with you?”
the question came out soft, naive almost yet you both knew that you knew what was wrong.
he scoffed though, a hint of disbelief simmering within him at your question.
“oh please, you knew what you were doing… you wanted to drive me crazy”
you batted your lashes at him and gave him your best pout, wanting to play up on your innocence which made him roll his eyes.
his grip on your hips grew tighter and more possessive, and the small jut of his hips upwards had both of your breaths catching.
he let his head lay against the back of the couch while he watched you, giving the small go ahead to move against him.
both of your hands grabbed at his shoulders to steady yourself as you started to roll your hips against him, a shaky gasp falling from your lips as you felt him begin to grow hard beneath you.
you rolled your hips firmer against him and his hands instinctively gripped tighter, stilling you against him and pulling a whine from your throat.
ready to protest to him and ask why he made you stop but the words died on the tip of your tongue as his hips bucked up into you, a moan falling from your lips while your back arched towards him.
“fuck, do that again… please”
your breathless words had a smirk tugging at his lips, he leaned in to kiss and nip across your throat but he kept you still against him.
tangling your fingers in his hair to try and pull him back to meet his gaze when he bucked his hips up into you again, causing another moan to fall from your lips.
“Daryl, please”
he loved this. having you beg and whine for him to give you want you wanted, the way you were practically desperate for him already.
he kissed across your jaw before capturing your lips, the kiss not nearly as long as you wanted it to be. chasing after his lips as he pulled back but he kept you a couple of inches from his face.
his hips rolled up into you again, and the feeling of his bulge was prominent through his jeans.
“not fun is it sunshine?”
he drawled, smirk still on his face as he watched you writhe above him. a chuckle left his lips as he watched you shake your head in response.
his hands lifted from your hips and lay on the couch on either side of his body instead, while his smirk deepened.
“you wanted it so badly, take what ya want sweetheart”
for your event, can i get 1 and 3 from the fluff section of 150 prompts with spencer please?
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 1) “you look better in my clothes than i do” and 3) “is that my shirt?” — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, two idiots in love, reader is wearing one of spencer’s t-shirts, this is just pure fluff
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; this events went by so quickly
— celebrate 600 with me?
Spencer had come home earlier than you expected, you were in the kitchen making dinner and he immediately made his way towards you.
his arms snaked around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder, a smile on both of your faces.
“you’re home early”
your voice was soft and familiar, like a warm balm to his soul.
he pressed a kiss to your cheek while his hands slid under the hem of his shirt you hand on, his hands resting on your hips and his thumbs mindlessly drawing circles into your skin.
“i am, yeah”
his eyes had fluttered shut, simply basking in having you in his arms once more. his day seeming longer than it actually was, alongside the time he’d spent without you.
his hands squeezed at your hips before he murmured out against your ear.
“is that my shirt?”
he gestured to the t-shirt you had on, one of his favourites he owned— but in this moment he preferred it on you instead of himself.
with a soft hum you turned from the stove to wrap your arms around his neck, after making sure dinner wouldn’t burn of course.
“yeah hope that’s okay?”
you asked softly, fingers brushing through his hair while your eyes searched his. the soft scratch of your nails across his scalp had a gasp fall from his lips before he was practically purring at the touch.
he leaned in and rested his forehead against yous, his hands squeezed at your hips as he whispered out.
“you look better in my clothes than i do”
the compliment had a smile pulling at your lips, leaning in to kiss him again while he took your hands into his.
he held both of your joined hands out on either side as he leaned in again. his lips pressed softly to yours and your smile tugged into a smirk, pulling back enough to whisper out to him.
“if me wearing your clothes gets you like this, i’ll wear them more often”
i love your writing so much in back for another request, luke alvez and fluff prompt 18 from the 150 list again
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “you cancelled plans for me?” — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, reader has the cold, luke being cute really
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; i wrote this on like 10 minutes sleep, so lmk about any errors
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you had caught the flu, not exactly aware from where but you were wiped for the past week. you’d stayed in bed the whole week, relying on Luke for everything lately.
he had a night out scheduled with his friends, and you were adamant on him going to it. even in your sickly state, you helped him pick out what to wear earlier in the day before dosing off again.
you must’ve woken up a couple of hours later as the room was darker, the bedroom door was creaked open and you could see a light peeking through from down the hall until the sound of the tv was following.
your eyebrows knit together, glancing to the clock on Luke’s nightstand to cheek the time. he should be out with his friends by now.
carefully, you climbed out of bed and made your way towards the noise with a blanket wrapped around you.
only stopping as you seen the back of Luke’s head as he sat on the couch, frowning at the sight before you continued to move closer. Roxy was laying on the right side of him on the couch with her head on his thigh, her head lifting as you stepped on one of the creakier floorboards Luke kept meaning to get fixed.
“you’re here, shouldn’t you be out?”
your voice was groggy and hoarse from its lack of use, Luke’s head turned towards you and he held out his left hand to you.
moving over to him and settling on the couch next to him while he wrapped his arm around you, trying to pull back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“cancelled last minute, told them that my favourite girl is sick and needs taken care of”
he told softly, his usual teasing and boisterous tone nowhere to be found.
laying your head on his shoulder and letting your eyes flutter shut, humming as the familiar warmth radiated off of him.
“you cancelled plans for me?”
he tilted his head to meet your tired eyes, a soft chuckle leaving him before he nodded.
his hand on your back soothing up and down while he spoke softly to you.
“i’ll always cancel plans to take care of you, you’re my main priority. now, why don’t you choose a movie and explain the plot to me again cause you’ve seen it a thousand times, hm?”
jealous elliot stabler !! prompt 23 and 32 from the smut section of the second thing of prompts pretty please
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 23) "i didn't like the way they were looking at you" 32) "are you jealous?" — from 150 prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; elliot and cathy aren’t together, established relationship, jealous!elliot, kinda possessive!elliot, that’s it i think?
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; i’ve had the fattest crush on elliot all my life
— celebrate 600 with me?
you’d gone out to drinks with Elliot, Olivia and Alex. thinking nothing of it, and assuming it was just drinks you decided on wearing a dress.
the dress stopped mid thigh and the neckline cut lower than Elliot approved of, but not like he wasn’t appreciating the view.
but his mood soured again as he seen the way all the men in the bar were eyeing you, yet your attention stayed on one man all night. your man.
you’d gone to get the next round of drinks, and Elliot’s eyes followed your every move. he hated the way the guys around you followed your movements, and the closer one of them got to you the quicker he was up and out of his seat.
he was storming through the bar towards you, both hands landing on your hips as he pressed his lips to yours possessively. the velocity of his kiss caused you to take a step back, before wrapping your arms around his neck while whispering against his lips.
“what’s that for?”
he scoffed at your question, his left arm going around your waist while his lips pressed to yours again. you pulled back and tried to pry his arms away from you but they stayed put, his hands on your hip squeezing possessively again.
you tried to take a step away from him as the bartender passed over the drinks you had ordered, but Elliot kept you as close as possible.
"i didn't like the way they were looking at you"
it was your turn to react, a knowing smile tugging at your lips as a laugh pulled itself from your throat. his touch loosened, letting you take a step back but his gaze stayed laser focused on your every step.
his hands itched to touch you again, following behind you as you grabbed the glasses and made your way back to the table.
as soon as you set the glasses down on the table he was catching one of your wrists and walking you outside, knowing you’d shy away from the cold air and curl into him.
his hands happily fell back to your hips as he watched you, his thumbs soothing back and forth while you met his gaze.
the realisation hit you as you watched him, the fury in his eyes and the possessive touches led to one thing. Elliot was jealous of all the men staring at you inside.
"are you jealous?"
another scoff left him but he sighed, nodding his head before pressing his forehead to yours.
a smile tugged at your lips while wrapping your arms around his neck, whispering out to him again.
“i only want you, don’t care who looks at me because i’m only ever looking at you— so please, take me home El?”
59- “if you keep doing that, this might end a little too soon."
˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “if you keep doing that, this might end a little too soon." — from 100 dialogue prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; grinding?, tig almost cums in his boxers(that’s so hot), dbf!tig, i want to say implied age gap but nothing is mentioned in that regard, readers dad is briefly described to be part of samcro
˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; 😇😇
— celebrate 600 with me?
you and Tig had been sneaking around for a couple months now, your dad being one of his best friends and a member of the club.
so after a party at the clubhouse the night before, you had woken up next to Tig in one of the dorms. which quickly transpired into both of you making out, his big hands pulling you into his lap.
your hands lay on his shoulders as he broke the kiss, his head fallen back against the pillow while he watched you with a smirk.
the look on his face had an idea springing to mind, his hands continued to hold your hips as you sat in his lap.
slowly you started rolling your hips against his, pulling a gasp from his lips before you were leaning in to kiss him again. his grip on your hips grew tighter as he supported each roll of your hips against him.
his mind was racing, trying to maintain his control while also enjoying the friction each roll of your hips gave.
and you just knew the effect you were having on him.
nipping at his bottom lip in between kisses before whispering out against his lips.
“want you Tig”
the breathy whisper had him nodding instinctively, his brain running on autopilot as the feeling of you consumed him.
he leaned in to kiss you again as your hips continued against his, feeling the bulge in his boxers below you and smirking against his lips.
you could feel his hips roll up into you and another moan toppling from his lips, and his hands grabbed at your hips to still you.
a whine pulling from your throat at the loss of friction before he panted out against your throat.
“if you keep doing that, this might end a little too soon”
that pulled a giggles from you, hooking your right arm around his neck while tangling your left hand in his hair.
slowly rolling your hips again and humming as he groaned again, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before whispering out to him.
“sounds good though, i’d take it as a compliment if you cum in your boxers”
