#yvieyaps

[garden0fyves]

your older boyfriend!toji fucking you raw for the first time and all he can imagine is cumming inside of you. stuffing you full because he knows those college boys have never fucked you right, you need a real man to stuff you full. it wasn’t enough that you’d told him how big he was, he needs to know he’s giving you a new experience. even if you’ve also told him you’ve never cum from penetration. though, he knows he has that covered when you squirt all over him as he rams into you.

[garden0fyves]

thinking about...baby trapping d1 athlete!toji, but you can't tell who's trapping who.

(tiny bit of context here. unedited.)

to toji, it's bad enough that you're the best thing to happen to him. it's another that you’re every wet dream toji has had in his life, and if it means ‘accidentally’ filling you with his seed to keep you, then he’ll do it. no one can ever experience this again, you’re all his. he’ll make sure of it. but, what toji doesn’t know is that you’ve stopped taking your birth control. you’ve started taking multivitamins and timing your late night dates in time with your ovulation cycle. you’ve been celebrating his wins with his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, and your legs tight around his waist as he stuffs you full.

toji’s hands are strong on your hips as he buries his cock deeper inside of you. his jaw ticks when your tight cunt squeezes around him, and he twitches inside of you. your gaze is so soft, so pretty as you look up at him. you’re both sophomores in college and have so much to lose, but god his coach will just have to understand this “mistake”. he’s never seen how pretty you look underneath him, never seen the soft gasp you let out when toji presses a fat finger to your clit. and although he never will, he'll just have to accept that toji will be a father soon. toji's eyes narrow when you pull away from his lips to watch his face. your eyes drift from his eyes to his nose to the scar that rests on his lips. "i love you." you whisper softly, voice and eyes equally as watery.

if toji weren't already madly in love with you he’d have cum then and there, shooting you full of his love from the simple acknowledgement of your love for him. but, that’s already happened and toji’s slowly (very slowly) getting used to your sweet confessions when he’s fucking you particularly well. “i love you too, pretty girl.” he presses a wet kiss to your lips before he kisses your jaw and down to your shoulder. here, he bites down to leave the most obvious hickey he’s probably ever left a day in his life. toji doesn’t notice the way your legs tighten around him, only the clench of your cunt and the flutter of your eyelashes as your eyes fall shut.

“gonna be mine forever.” he whispers against your shoulder. it’d be a red flag if the same thoughts weren’t running through your mind. “gonna be yours forever, baby. gonna get married and have your babies.” you purr your words, eyes sliding open just to watch his reaction. toji’s dark green eyes slide up to yours. there’s something new in them, something primal as your words settle on his pussydrunk mind. “gonna be my pretty little wife, hm?” he pulls his hips back just to slam back into your pussy. you gush around him, back arching in pleasure. “tojiii!” you whine his name because he knows it’s true. he’s using your words to torture your poor cunt.

although his thrusts are sharp, they’re still filled with love. you can feel his love through the way his fat finger teases your clit. the way his kisses are gentle against your body despite the pounding your pussy’s experiencing. your stomach’s beginning to flip as your orgasm builds. your pretty pussy’s so loud, making noises toji’s never heard before. you’re so wet that the sheets are beginning to soak. every time toji’s fat cock slides into your cunt he feels like he’s reached heaven over and over again. “she’s taking me so well- fuck! one day,” he begins, cutting himself off with a throaty moan. “‘m gonna fill you up riiight here. make you a mommy, baby. fuck, you’d be so fucking pretty.”

toji presses a hand against your stomach, adding extra pressure so that he can feel the way his cock rubs against your soft insides. “why are you gonna wait? make me a mommy now. don’t wanna wait, wanna have your baby now.” your poor boyfriend can barely handle the words as they fall from your lips. toji’s head falls into your shoulder and stays there—tired and barely maintaining control. “don’t say that.” he whispers your name like a prayer, like he’s begging you to take your words back. by now, your legs have long tightened against his back. your thighs burn from the strength it’s taking you to keep him inside you. (as if you needed it)

“can’t- we can’t baby, not yet. gotta make it to the league first, mama. make sure you have everything you want.” you whine at his words because no matter how sweet they are, they aren’t what you want. you know toji means it. he always does. but right now, you want his child. fuck whatever millions he’ll make in the future from catching a ball. you want something permanent. something that screams that you love him more than anyone ever could. “doesn’t matter.” you whisper, sliding your nails up his back before they’re being dragged back up and into his hair. “cum in me, baby. give me a baby then you can take care of both of us.”

toji’s chest tightens with a newfound affection as the images flicker through his mind. you smiling and swollen with his baby, mini versions of the two of you running around. how fucking gorgeous you’d look being a mother—the mother of his children. he feels like a teenager again, like he’s never fucked before and it’s all overwhelming. he’s cumming, deep and plentiful into your fluttering pussy. you cry his name out, your own orgasm bullying it’s way to the surface. “god, you’re so good. my girl- fuck!” his hips jut into you at an attempt to get impossibly deeper in you. despite the overstimulation wracking your body, you soothe him by running your nails through his scalp. the sweat on your body’s ignored, the cum sliding out of you and onto his cock temporarily forgotten. “i love you.” you hum, pulling his head back just a little. “i love you too, mama.” you giggle, knowing that his little nickname may just be true soon.

to neither of your surprise, three months later you’re posting a baby reveal on your instagram’s. a tiny replica of toji’s jersey covers your belly as the two of you stand on the field with the biggest smiles anyone has ever seen from either of you. your phone’s never blown up so quickly, but you couldn’t care because your heart’s never felt so full.

back to the club!

[garden0fyves]

thinking about... d1 athlete!toji who can't believe he has such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend.

toji worships the ground you walk on. you're so fucking perfect, from the way you support his career to the way you stay up late waiting for him to return from away games. you've met him at the airport many times, all bright eyed and holding flowers for him. people have posted about the two of you so many times, saying just how well you treat each other. you’re the epitome of couple goals even if you do spend a decent amount of time explaining to your boyfriend that you’re here for him. always.

toji refuses to let you go. he's heard the horror stories of wag's being impatient with their partners or cheating on them because of feelings of neglect. you're the most patient person he's ever met, and he's the most impatient person you've ever met. you're patient because you grew up that way, toji's impatient because he's never had enough time. so, you allow him to be. toji knows how incredibly lucky he is because not only are you beautiful, patient, and possibly the best thing to happen to him, but you're damn near a genius. you made the president's list last year and are aiming to continue your streak this year.

toji's reminded how lucky he is when he makes eye contact with you after scoring. when he's running to the sideline to press a kiss to your lips, green eyes alight with mischief and adrenaline from running down the field. he's also reminded when he comes back from a rough game with grit teeth and unshed tears of anger in his eyes. toji's never believed in showing his emotions so openly, but when you press a kiss to his cheek and relay every single thing he did right to to him it's hard not to cry.

you're perfect. and he doesn't mean this because you're his girlfriend, his first real one since he was an asshole in high school.

if it makes toji feel better, you think he’s also perfect. you struggled with relationships in high school because you felt like you weren’t seen beyond your intelligence. everyone wanted to be seen with you for the purpose of having a popular girlfriend, never for your personality or your heart. you were sweet in high school, don’t get me wrong. but you were a party favor to them, a trophy of sorts. toji's the first to make you feel seen and valued.

it was so surprising when you met toji in your intro to psych lecture. he sat beside you, all big and muscly barely fitting in the desk. he didn’t speak much at first, but as the assignments grew harder he needed help to pass and continue playing. so, he made friends with you. toji wouldn’t lie, he originally started talking to you because he thought you were hot. he knew you wouldn’t fuck him immediately and he wasn’t in the mood to play the long game. so for the first time in his life he tried to make an actual friend. it was a random decision to him, but this ended up meaning so much more to you.

you had no idea who toji was. as far as you knew, he was a random gym rat that was majoring in something like kinesiology (ouch) to get by and become a coach. while his major was kinesiology, toji and everyone around him knew he was going to the league after graduation. this wouldn’t matter in the long run. he’s here to play ball, but if he learns then he learns. and somehow, after knowing you for a year, toji finds himself wanting to learn.

you've made him smarter while he shows you that you're loved. your heart feels so full when you leave class to see toji lingering outside of the door. your heart warms when he abandons his teammates to catch up to you with a little smile on his lips. he always presses a kiss to your temple, asking how your lecture went or how your day was. toji makes time for you no matter what he has going on, and that's why you feel so valued by him. he's so busy as a football player. he has to deal with the media, practice, games, and even maintaining the image for your school. but still, at the end of the day, he returns to your apartment to keep you company while you study.

at the end of the day, he'll always be relived knowing he's coming home to you. he'll watch you with all of your books sprawled on the floor, glasses on and hair barely pulled back. he'll always come home because you are home. you've changed his life in just a year, and he wouldn't have it any other way. to everyone on campus toji's some sort of myth. the demon on their football team that racks up insane stats.

but to you, he's just your lover.

[garden0fyves]

thinking about… your older boyfriend, joel who you’ve yet to be intimate with. joel knows you’re a virgin and that scares him, he isn’t some virgin killer. he’s old and his back and knees ache when he stands. but, when you tell him you’re ready something inside him changes. you’re all doe eyed, a soft pout on your lips as you look up at him. “fuck me, please?” the sudden lilt to your voice, the desperation leaking from your words. joel’s never been this turned on in his life.

suddenly, he forgets the guilt of being your first. he forgets all of those things he’s been nervous about. all he can think of taking care of his princess, eating your cunt and making sure you’re properly stretched before he presses his fat cock into your tight pussy. all he can think about is the way your lips part, the way your eyes glaze over and your body warms. the way your nails dig into his back and desperate whines of his name fall from those kiss-bitten lips. “you feel so good, joel. please- dunno what i want, baby just please!” and who is he to deny you?

joel presses a rough finger to your cunt, trying his best to not cum inside of you just from how wet his finger gets from the action. he admires the way your pretty pussy flutters around him at the action because this is new to you. you’ve never felt this before, never had this perfect pussy fucked. and now you were all his. his sweet, dirty girl. “you’re doing so good. so fuckin’ good.” his rough voice whispers against your wet lips. your back arches from the praise and your lips brush just slightly. “y’feel so good, daddy. never- ohhh fuck! never knew it’d be this good. should’ve let you fuck me sooner.”

joel stiffens at your words. his free hand tightens on your hip and his eyes squeeze shut. he’s not strong enough for this. he’s old and you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever had. “sweetheart.” he grumbles, brown eyes opening to meet yours. despite the tears in your eyes you could see the pain and pleasure on joel’s face. your lips pull into a weak smile. “i mean it, joel.” you purr, fingers curling into his hair. “would’ve been ready sooner if i knew you’d take such good care of me.” your voice is breathy and despite the smell of sex filling the air, joel’s so close that he can still smell your warm vanilla perfume.

you smell so fucking good, your cunt feels so good, and the way your lips look while you’re talking—it’s driving him crazy. joel leans down to press his lips against yours in the sweetest kiss he can muster. everything about you currently is sinful. his thoughts are disgusting and it’s all because of you. “joel, baby, dunno- oh my god!” your words are gasped against his mouth. your pussy flutters and your tummy clenches, there’s this newfound pressure seated deep in your pelvis that you’ve never felt before. your body’s practically urging you to pull away from joel, but another part of you wants him to fuck you harder and deeper.

“gonna cum, joel! fuck me harder please please please!” joel thinks you’re being needy, but he remembers you’ve never done this before. he moans against your lips at the sudden reminder that this is your first time, he’s your first. the first to be in this pussy. god, he must’ve been a saint in his past life. joel fucks into you with a new sense of urgency. he wants to watch you fall apart. he wants to see what faces you make when you cum on his dick. how you look when you do something reserved for him—only him. “pretty fuckin’ girl, go ahead. cum for me, sweetheart.”

your orgasm passes through you in a flash of white light. your body’s on fire and your pussy’s clenching tighter than you’d known possible from yourself. joel watches you cum with a burning feeling in his chest. your eyes slam shut and your lips part, though the only thing that passes them is his name. your body’s so fucking warm, so fucking tight. and as he takes in the sight he finds himself cumming deep inside of you. you’d clenched so tight that he could barely move, so tight joel could have only imagined this. your hands claw at his back as your orgasm continues through his. your eyes flutter open just to catch joel’s face as he cums.

his brows are furrowed and eyes barely open so he could watch you. “you’re so good to me.” you breath softly, sniffling as your orgasms subsides. joel chuckles, something low and husky. he kisses the tears from your cheeks before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “you make it easy to be, sweetheart.”

[garden0fyves]

arataki itto ♡ virgin hcs

virgin!itto who blushes when you touch his thighs, shuddering more than he wished to when you rake your nails down them. he knows he’s too big..too strong to be blushing under such a soft touch, but he can’t help it. he’s never felt this way before, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be touched by anyone but himself. he’s already twitching in his boxers and you haven’t so much as touched his cock. you’ve been kissing down to his thighs for a while, taking your precious time with him. he’s sure he’s almost came multiple times, he knows for a fact that when you rolled your thumb over his nipple he almost did.

virgin!itto who is on the verge of tears when you finally take his dick in your mouth, the sheer warmth and wetness of it throwing him for a loop. his thighs twitch when you start to bob your head, looking up into his orange eyes with the most innocent of looks. your palms are sat prettily in your lap as you think he isn’t ready for both quite yet, your pretty little oni was sensitive after all. you’re barely halfway down his length when he twitches, hands carefully coming down to grip your hair. he whines softly, “i c- i can’t. (name) please- i’m gonna-” and he’s quick to sob as he releases in your mouth.

virgin!itto who apologizes as you swallow dutifully, bringing a finger up to wipe excess cum from your lips. itto gently cups your cheeks in his hands, “oh i’m sorry,” his eyes are watery as he continues, “i’m sorry- i’ve just never done this before, and your mouth felt so nice i…” and he’s trailing off when you start laughing. you push up on your knees, hands falling against his chest, “it’s okay sweet boy, i know this is a first for you. you’re sensitive baby, don’t apologize.” you could see tears swell in his eyes as you spoke, smiling softly and kissing those same tears away.

virgin!itto who cries out when you sink down on his cock, which was entirely too big for you. you realize this when you feel full not even halfway down him, hands shaking and eyes watering. you ignore the slight burn blazing in your core, nipping softly at your lips until you sink all the way down. itto doesn’t know that he’s too damn big, thrusting into you out of pure desperation. you bite back a moan, rolling your hips against his in a desperate attempt to tell him to hold on. you gently pat his side, pressing your palms down on his hips to get him to stop on your own. you can’t be that mad at him though, he can’t focus his pretty little head on anything but the soft pussy wrapped around him.

virgin!itto who is as loud as can be when you’re finally bouncing on his cock. you thank the archons that the room you paid for during your stay in liyue was farthest from everyone, and hopefully it was soundproof. itto’s words slowly become more and more unintelligible, he’s babbling softly, shifting his hips. he meets yours in a weak and desperate rhythm, desperately trying to reach his release. you’ve barely been wrapped around him for ten minutes and here he is, trying to cum inside of you. your soft giggles spur him on further, wandering hands cupping his cheeks before bringing him into a heated kiss. itto’s moans are muted against your lips, swallowed into the sweetness that is your mouth.

virgin!itto whose hips stutter when you tug at his piercings, his lips pulling away from yours as a sob falls from his mouth. you smile at him, “if you’re gonna cum baby go on, wanna see you fall apart.” you murmur, pressing yourself against him. his hands desperately find your ass, “i- this- ‘s too much!” his voice cracks as he tries to find his words, hips pitifully rutting into you. the sheer force of his own hips bounces you slightly, and it reminds you just how big arataki is. to have such a big man weak at your touch makes you smile, how vulnerable.

virgin!itto who realizes everything is too much when his hips are harshly clashing with yours, and your fingers feel hot on his pierced nipples. the hungry look in your eyes makes him whimper, big eyes pleading with you as he finally realizes what this feeling is. he loses his voice as everything comes crashing down, gasps escaping his lips in intervals. you don’t stop moving, even when your legs shake as you feel his seed spurt into you, and even as his arms wrap around you. itto’s grip tightens when you keep clenching around him, trying to milk him of everything he has. you smile softly, delirious and surprised, “it hasn’t even been thirty minutes, sweet thing. you came already?”

virgin!itto who shoves his face into your neck, sloppily pushing his hips into yours as you finally cum. you giggle a little, gently kissing the side of your boyfriend’s head, “it’s okay, it was your first time baby.” itto, who’s clearly embarrassed, keeps his face in your neck, letting you softly pat his head. he flinches when your hands brush his horns, cock twitching and eyes squeezing shut. your laugh comes out breathy this time, “we can explore that next time, you can’t cum anymore today.”

virgin!itto who curls into your side once you’ve cleaned up, big arms wrapped around your hips. his head rests on your bare chest, careful not to poke into you with his horns. his eyes are soft as he looked up at you, “are you really okay?” he’s embarrassed to have cum so early, and that’s okay. you’ll always be there to reassure him. there’s a gentle smile on your lips before you kiss him, running your hands through his hair. you do your best to tell him how much you love him through the kiss, but as you pull away the words fall out. you hum, “it’s your first time, you have nothing to worry about baby. i love you, and i don’t want you to think too much of it,” you pause to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, “let’s go to bed, hm?”

had this in the vault lol..i don't write for genshin anymore but i was particularly proud of this ♡

[garden0fyves]

joel miller hcs ♡ post-outbreak

sfw

boyfriend!joel who isn’t “entirely sure how to do this relationship thang anymore.” joel had been with someone before, you knew this, but you didn’t mind. joel had told you of tess, how he was with her for a while but it wasn’t how he felt with you. he was stubborn to come about his feelings, yes, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t work with. you were patient. that’s what ellie thinks makes you two work so well. he’s stubborn, and as he is stubborn you’re just as patient. you work with him. allow him to come to you in your own time.

boyfriend!joel who is losing his mind the first time you get hurt out on patrol. “you weren’t supposed to be there.” he’d murmured into your hair, sighing heavily when you’d only laughed in response. joel knows you can handle yourself and it’s a thing that he admires about you, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying about you and your health. joel sat by your bedside in jackson’s infirmary until you were just about cleared. he spent his time gripping your hand in his whenever he wasn’t sleeping or going to check on ellie.

boyfriend!joel who can’t help but love the way you treat his ellie. he hears the two of you stay up and talk into all hours of the morning. about what? he doesn’t really know besides the fact that you refuse to share what the conversations are about. “why don’t you ask our girl yourself?” you’d told him, smiling so sweetly he couldn’t bring himself to scowl at you for being a brat. you spend most of your time with ellie if not with him or maria. you take her to the library with you, as well as the gardening section you sometimes assist with. if ellie’s on patrol, you’re on patrol, and it warms his heart in a way he can’t quite pinpoint.

boyfriend!joel who loves you because you are his polar opposite and his mediator between him and his daughter. ellie is too rash while joel is too calculated, leaving you to be just right. you’re often the one to make final decisions in the household over the dumbest of things. your favorite memory is the first time ellie officially began to hang out with dina and jesse. joel was worried out of his mind that jesse would try something with ellie, and how desperately you wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about.

boyfriend!joell who doesn’t know how to completely express his love for you and ultimately fumbles a bit in the early stages of your relationship. you were supposed to go on your second date with joel at his house, he’d said he was going to make dinner and ellie would remain in her little room in the back. you’d spent all day thinking of it, even losing track of books and stressing yourself out over where’d you last put them. maria found it adorable, if anything. she’d told you to go ahead and leave early if you were that excited. you had a few nice items of clothing from the many runs you and some of the others had done, and this little red number was just perfect. you’d practically skipped to joel’s house only for him to not answer when you knocked. you remember ellie coming through and opening the door, eyes widening before cursing joel out loud and turning to pull you into the house. “um, he hasn’t come back from the job he was workin’ yet so maybe we should wait?” you’re positive ellie could feel the embarrassment flowing off of you in waves but you agreed with the younger girl anyway.

boyfriend!joel who’d came in an hour later, flustered and visibly stressed. he found you and ellie curled on his couch watching freaky friday, and his chest had tightened because you looked so beautiful. “(name)- goddammit.” he murmured, running a hand down his face. “ellie,” he paused to look at her, using his chin to gesture for her to leave. “go. please.” he added the please quietly, stress clear on his face. it was probably the only reason she left without a word. “listen, (name), i’m sorr-” but you’d already stood with a soft smile. “no, it’s fine. i’ll go and we can try again another time, okay?” he’d believe you if you hadn’t swallowed thickly, pushing some hair from your face. joel could feel the guilt creeping up his chest and god did it make him sick. “no, darlin’ jus’ give me a minute and i can make us somethin’ to eat. i’m sorry. i like you, sugar i just…it’s been a day ‘m sorry.” you smile genuinely at that and find your feet moving their way towards him. “you like me, miller?” your eyes are gentle when he looks down at you, and joel realizes you make him feel safe. “we can make another day out for this, ‘m not going anywhere ‘cause of one mishap. i was embarrassed, yes, but you were caught up with patrol and such there’s nothing to do about that. we’re fine, joel. i promise.” you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, to the other, then to his lips. “we can try again, hm?”

nsfw

boyfriend!joel who fucks you rough and nasty. his hips are always so rough against yours as his beard tickles the side of you neck while he kisses down it. his fingers dig into your hips and the most you can do is whimper out his name. your eyes roll to the back of your head and youre grappling at his back desperately for any type of leverage. anything to keep your body grounded from the euphoria taking it over. “thas’ it sweet thing. you’re taking me so well, hm?” you can only nod as a sob rips from your throat, legs tightening around your boyfriend’s hips to pull him deeper within you. joel grips your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to look him in his eyes as he fucks you deeper. he pushes you further into the bed, hips slamming against yours at a stuttering pace. “joel- can’t- can’t- feels weird.” you sob out, closing your eyes only for them to flutter open when you cum. you cum hard, fluids spraying against his lower abdomen and some getting on the sheets. joel’s eyes change a certain way when he witnesses you squirt for the first time, and the twitch of his cock tells you he’s far from done.

boyfriend!joel who has a thing for face fucking. joel loves to get you on your knees or have you lay over the side of the bed. he’ll purr sweetly at you, “you gonna take it, pretty girl?” and you eat it up everytime. you’re looking up at him with big eyes, pressing kisses to his thighs and mumbling about how good you can be. he likes to take things slow before he uses his throat by tracing his thumb along your lip before tapping his cock against your lips. “go ahead sweet thing. take what you want.” and you’re already spitting on his cock, stroking him a few times before taking him in your mouth. you move up and down his cock, getting used to the size despite how many times you’ve taken him down your throat. joel knows when you’ve gotten settled because you take him all the way down your throat and hold it, blinking up at him like the most innocent thing in the world. joel prefers to grab your hair, pulling back before fucking into your throat slow and deep. he holds you there despite your sputtering and choking, only pulling out when he feels it’s enough. when joel begins to fuck your throat you can never help but guide your hands down to your cunt. you’re moaning around his dick while tears fall from your eyes, pitiful and shaking hands desperately rubbing at your clit. your hips jut into your hands to no avail, because only joel can make you cum the way you want to. his grip always tightens unbearably when he’s about to cum, and his hips stop deep in your pretty little throat to cum down it. “thas’ my sweet girl. takin’ this dick like it was made for ya.”

boyfriend!joel who loves nothing more than to eat you out. he loves the feeling of your warmth against his mouth, the way your pussy is so responsive to his actions. he loves to run his tongue through your folds before suckling on your clit. he rubs your clit slow and steady, watching your reactions to his ministrations. you cover your eyes with your forearm in an attempt to hide the tears already trying to form in your pretty eyes. joel chuckles at your actions before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to your clit. “remember you gotta be quiet, pretty.” you nod quickly, whimpering softly because you need him to move. when joel starts he never really knows how to stop. he goes in, fingers stretching you deliciously while his lips work on your clit. he latches on and sucks, pulling the most wanton of moans from your lips. your hips jut against his face with a soft sob and you’re desperately trying to hang on to your already building orgasm. joel doesn’t care though. he only hooks his fingers in your cunt and thrusts, pulling back to spit on your pussy as if you weren’t wet enough. he flattens his tongue against your pussy, peeking up at you with what could only be a smug look in his eyes. “you gonna cum on my face, sweets?” you nod, shaking your head harder when you began to thrust up against his tongue. “gonna-” joel shakes his head. “don’t say it, do it.” and you’re creaming on his face as a cry rips through your throat.

boyfriend!joel who likes to fuck you in one of the check-in stations while the two of you are out on patrol. he rubs his hands down your sides, pinning you against the table of he little shack. you’re looking up at him with a cheeky smile that makes him raise a brow at your attitude. “what? you gonna fuck me in a lil shack ‘cause you can’t hold it? ‘nd you say i’m the slut.” joel doesn’t take attitude and you’re fully aware. trust. so you’re not surprised when his previous loving strokes down your side go rigid. he scoffs airily, “turn around.” you bite down on your lip but comply anyway, undoing your belt to allow him to pull your pants down easier. joel laughs from behind you, murmuring something along the lines of “fuckin’ slut.” and he tugs your pants and panties down in one tug. he runs his middle finger through your folds, tuting softly when he feels the slick build on his finger. “fuckin’ slut was already thinkin’ about getting fucked over this table, huh?” you moan softly, nodding to answer his question. you wiggle your ass out to him, looking over your shoulder with a pout. “please, joel? need it s’bad.” he laughs again this time, though it’s deeper and full of some sort of intent. he doesn’t say anything following his laugh, prompting you to turn around to ask again. “shut it.” joel snaps, thrusting into you in one quick, delicious thrust. your question dies on your lips as you lean forward and moan loud and deep, your pussy clenching tightly around your boyfriend. your eyes water from the sudden intrusion and your toes attempt to curl in your shoes. “mhm, bet you shut the fuck up now.” he hisses in your ear, gripping the back of your head to pull you back up with him. joel’s thrusts are hard and unforgiving, a pace he sets only for when you’ve been a brat or simply asked for it. you sob out his name, begging for him to slow down and that your pussy can’t take it. “can’t take it? didn’t you jus’ try to beg for it? you beg for it then you fuckin’ take it. take what you get sweet girl. ain’t that right?” words are lost to your little brain and you can only muster up a nod to his questions and statements. the hand that isn’t holding you up rests on your clit, giving it a sharp slap before he’s rubbing it like you aren’t already twitching against him. “oh my- fuck!” joel’s thrust only further the deep knot forming in your tummy, making you squirm and twitch in his grip. he chuckles when he feels you clench, too fucking tight, and you’re screaming and sobbing as you cum on his dick. “atta fuckin’ girl.” he lets you go, bending you over to ride out his own orgasm. your fingernails dig into the wooden desk, leaving scratch marks you would have a hard time explaining to the next couple to come out here for inspection. “shit, this pussy gotta be made for me. my pretty slut with a pretty pussy, hm?” you nod against the desk, praying a splinter doesnt find it’s way into your face. “good.” you’re crying out, cumming again as joel’s balls slap against your pussy one final time. he cums deep inside of you, holding your hips down to ensure his seed stays deep inside of your pretty cunt. he pulls out, watching the way his cum oozes out of your pussy. “a sight i ain’ ever getting tired of.” he hums, shoving his fingers back into you.

[garden0fyves]

thinking about... comforting d1 athlete!toji after he gets injured on a bad play.

(set earlier on in their relationship!)

you watched it happen live and it unfortunately took everything in you not to panic and go out onto the field. your heart hammered in your chest when toji didn't get up after taking a hit to the shoulder. instead, he grasped his shoulder with his free hand before using that same hand to hit his helmet. toji isn't one to go down on a play and stay down, but the sickening pop! of his shoulder was unmistakable even for him.

toji couldn't feel the pain yet, but by the way his shoulder rested in his pads he knew something was wrong. he'd grabbed at his shoulder to find out himself, but when he felt nothing he'd resorted to hitting his helmet. he hated injuries. he hated them because he was here to play his sport, if he couldn't do that without getting injured by a stupid fucking tackle then what good was he? anger and embarrassment fight for dominance in his chest as he lays on the field, but somehow shame beats them both. shame that you had to see this. shame that he'd gone down because of something so stupid.

everything between being taken off the field and reaching the athletic training room is blurry to toji. he doesn't truly clock in until he feels your soft hand cup his cheek. "you okay?" he scoffs at the question, glancing up at you with tired eyes. you silently note how dull his eyes look, how he looks hopeless before his recovery even begins. "i'm out for a fucking month and a half and they've got naoya taking my spot. i'm peachy fucking keen, sweetheart." his tone is rude and his words frustrated, but none of it is taken personally. you only hum, scratching your manicured nails through his scalp as he speaks.

"you dislocated your shoulder baby, it's not the end of the world." your fingers slide from his hair to gently brush against the sling they've settled his beefy arm into. "it could've been worse. didn't shiu break his nose last year after someone grabbed his face mask and they both went down? he was done for the season because of how late it was." toji doesn't want to be babied. you know this and learned the hard way after a rough loss. he wants realistic. he wants to just know why and how it'll all be fine. "we're still early in the season. this is only, what? game two out of twelve? you're missing four games at max because of bye week, baby. six weeks is procedure but you're going to get better quicker than that. you know that."

toji scoffs again, this time rolling his eyes for further emphasis of his failure to see your point. "still four fuckin' games i'm missing. four games less in my season. four games naoya’s playin’." he clenches his fist against his sweatpants. the material curls under his hand awkwardly, forcing your eyes downward to where his hand rests. "okay, and you've got nothing to worry about. your cousin fucking sucks. he got into this school for football because his parents are donors. this is raw passion and talent, toji. they know how good you are, you won't be any less valuable because you're human."

you won’t admit it, but given the amount of time you’ve been friends with toji and now dating him, you’ve taken the time to understand american football. it makes you feel closer to him, in a sense. you understand his pain just a little bit better by doing your research. “your coaches may hate your attitude but they value you, toji. this is the first of many inevitable injuries. it’s a matter of what you’re going to do. stop cryin’ and follow your treatment plan.” your nose scrunches at the thought of your boyfriend moping about his injury. you want the hard-working man that’s grinded for everything he has now. you know this isn’t moping, rather anger at his current circumstance. but knowing the toji you know—the one you were friends with and are falling in love with—he’s too resilient to fall into this spiral he wants to fall into so desperately.

this is oddly very hot to toji. he hasn't been injured since the two of you got together, and the two of you talk about football very loosely. he's never heard you talk about his sport and his career so intensely and for some reason it makes you more attractive. "look at you." his lips curl into that smug smile that you 'hate' oh so much. "you learnin' ball for me, pretty girl?” it’s cute, the way you turn away from him in clear bashfulness. you’re so fucking cute, man. “i’m just…” you heave a soft sigh. “i know this means a lot to you, so i’m trying.” and for some reason toji’s heart clenches. he’s used to being hated. to being mistreated by his family, barely claimed by his own cousin. then here came you. learning how his sport works just to feel closer to him. just because it means a lot to him. he can’t fuck this up.

“you’re doing just fine, sweetheart.” he doesn’t know how to thank you properly, but the way you smile down at him tells him that was enough. your hand falls from his shoulder to grasp the one previously clenching the cotton of his sweatpants. you slide onto the training table next to him, feet dangling off the side. “i know i am. you know, smart pretty girl? ‘s my whole thing.” your eyes are bright as you tease him. you gently bump into his uninjured shoulder, giggling when he lets out a breath you take as a laugh. “i meant what i said, toji. i’ll help you with your protocol if i have to.” you squeeze his hand, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “i don’t know what you’ve been through that makes you so angry at your circumstances. but, until you’re ready to tell me i’ll be here at every twist and turn. i told you when we first got together that it wouldn’t matter to me if you didn’t go pro, because it doesn’t. i just want you to be happy. and healthy.”

toji’s silent following your words. for once in his life he doesn’t know what to say. there’s no snarky reply or harsh retort begging to be freed from his tongue. he just stares at you. the way he can tell you’re serious. the love that shines in your eyes. he wants to tell you he loves you, but that voice in the back of his mind says this is temporary. toji watches the cogs in your brain turn, until finally you press the lightest of kisses to his lips. “okay.” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours before you can pull away. “okay?” you repeat once, just for reassurance. “okay.”

[garden0fyves]

march madness is finishing tomorrow for wbb, so all i can think of is your rich bf!gojo sitting courtside at all of your games from sweet sixteen until your ultimate and inevitable appearance in the final four, and finally the championship. he always wears those stupid shirts that have some variation of ‘my girlfriend is on the court!’ with the dumbest pictures of you on them. they’ve unfortunately gone viral and espn and other sports accounts have been discussing it every time you play.

gojo does, however, understand your sport completely. he knows when to clap, when to boo, and when to hop out of his seat to cheer just a little bit louder. he’s the ultimate supportive boyfriend and he knows it. he always catches you before you manage to get to the locker room after your interview. he’s pressing sweet kisses to your sweaty face no matter how many times you whine about it being too hot. “my girl jus’ got one step closer to being a champion, i can get a kiss!” he always whines, pulling you tight to him.

unfortunately, this only gets worse when you win the national championship with your team. the white and blue (wink wink) confetti falls, and tears are streaming down your face. you’ve celebrated with your team, hugged the girls you’ve worked so hard with for the past three years. your coach affectionately kisses your temple before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s all so much. your heart pounds as the adrenalin rushes through you veins, and then your feet are gone from the floor before you can think of it, and stunning blue eyes are peering up at you with the widest grin you’ve ever seen. “you’re gettin’ a ring, baby!” you laugh, it’s watery but filled with so much joy. “i’m gettin’ a ring, baby!” you repeat back, pressing your lips to his.

gojo’s never cared for cameras. he’s popular in his own right, so he doesn’t have to be. but, some sort of pride swells in his chest because he knows everyone will see this. everyone will know how much he loves you and how much he supports you. it’s something he’ll never be ashamed of. he watches you with wonder because he’s never been good at sports. you’re so at home on the court. so perfect. so mesmerizing. if anyone deserves a chip, it’s you. and now you’ve got it.

he sets you back down after the two of you take a moment to breathe. he laughs when you sniffle, breaking out into giggles when you look down at his chest. ‘my fiancée’s a national champion!’ is across his chest with a picture from your team photoshoot for the final four. you sniffle again, giggle once more then you’re looking up at him with confusion in your eyes. “what?” gojo’s smiling widely at you as he slides a hand into his pocket, promptly dropping to one knee with the tiny box already open.

inside is the prettiest ring you’ve ever seen and it’s perfect. it’s a testament to the four years you’ve been together. to how well satoru knows you. as if you weren’t already crying enough you can barely see the genuine smile on your boyfriend’s face as you cover your mouth. “oh my god. oh my god!” you can vaguely hear your teammates cheering behind you, the crowd roaring once they realize just what’s happening on the court. “oh my god i hate you, satoru. yes!”

as he slides the ring on your finger, all gojo can think is that you look so beautiful. teary-eyed, sweaty, and disheveled from the game. you look real. you look like his future. and he’s reminded why you mean the world to him. why wouldn’t he give you two rings in one day? why wouldn’t he give you your fairytale moment? a national champion and a fiancée in one night, just like you deserved.

later that night, the two of you post with your championship ring on your middle finger and the engagement ring settled nicely on your ring finger. ‘winning on and off the court ♥︎’

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wrote this will watching houston play duke so this is kinda ass, but hey guys! and #bleedblue LFG UCONN!!!!