#I just can’t decide on natural hair color or red hair

[nomazee]

“This is unnecessary.”

At Blade’s snide comment, you pull sharply at the strands of his hair in your hands. He grunts in displeasure before obediently quieting down, only a little scared of you scalping him if he annoys you any further. 

Perched behind him on the couch while he sits on the floor, your hands find themselves coming through his hair (long, smooth, untangled despite the fact that you’ve never seen him take a brush to it). Your efforts to part his hair with just your fingers are fruitless. His hair is thick on the top, so much so that you’re surprised his neck doesn’t constantly ache with the weight of it. Your hands pause, resting on the top of his head while you try and figure out how you’ll style it. 

“Be nice,” you warn, two hands on the sides of his head tilting it from side to side, treating him as a foam mannequin on which you can project your very thorough cosmetology skills. “Your fate is quite literally in my hands. I could knock you out and shave you bald very easily.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he says earnestly, and you can’t help the way your lips twinge into a smile. “This is clearly a hassle. My hair looks fine the way it is.”

“It does,” you admit, “but wouldn’t it be nice to try something new? And at no cost to you, aside from mild scalp pain. I’m good at hair. I did Kafka’s that one time.” You fail to mention that it was only one time for good reason. Kafka said that you handle hair the same way a lobster would handle a violin—that is, with clumsy hands and a clear lack of refinement. She had to hide every pair of scissors from you in fear that you'd give Silver Wolf microbangs.

As if on cue, your fingers get caught in an unexpected snag in Blade’s hair, and you pull and tug and yank as if expecting it to untangle on its own. Blade hisses and reaches a hand back to smack you on the wrist, turning around to glare at you. 

“Watch it,” he orders, gentle but firm. There’s not enough heat in his words to scare you, and his eyes are a particularly beautiful shade of copper in the dim, flickering light of this dingy lounge room. Whatever you say, beautiful, you think to yourself hysterically. 

After a few half-willed apologies from you and some nudges of encouragement, Blade finally relaxes enough to turn back around and tilt his head back in your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair nonsensically. A braid, you decide, would look quite nice on him. One long one down the back. If you had ribbon, you’d use some to tie his hair, but all you have is one of Kafka’s tragically thin hair ties. 

“It’s a nice color,” you comment absentmindedly, pretending that you can’t see the way Blade’s eyes have shut in contentment at your gentle prodding. “It changes in the light a little bit. It looks very blue now, but I’ve always thought it was black.” You section his hair off into three pieces, loosely laying one over the other over and over again. The aged gold ornament still hangs securely in his hair, and you don’t do anything to move it. It suits him. 

“It’s natural, if that’s what you’re getting at,” he tells you, the slightest twinge of a joke in his voice. It plays at your smile and at your heart, too. 

“You say that now, but you’ll be scrambling to come up with a lie when I find box dye in your bag.” 

He only hums in response, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of your hands on him—they’re gentle, and you can imagine he’s not quite used to this. It’s an addictive feeling, to have him at your mercy, even with just your hands in his hair. There’s trust, unspoken, lingering warmly in the air and settling like condensation on your skin. You could very easily do a number of things that would hurt Blade—kill him, almost. You’ve only ever thought of it a few times, and those were all a very long time ago. 

You don’t think of it that often anymore. All you’re paying attention to is Blade and the splitting ends of his hair and how nice he’d look with a red ribbon tied in. 

“We should go shopping,” you tell him, voice close to a whisper now. You’ve secured the end of his braid already, and your handiwork is admirable. The strands are neatly crossed over each other, uniform in size with each other as they taper down into the end. “Some clips for you would be nice.” Absentmindedly, you comb through the layers of hair near his face, digging your fingers gently into the sides of his face and scratching at his scalp. 

“And where exactly would we go shopping? We’re not exactly upstanding members of society in some people’s eyes.” 

“Then I’ll make clips for you,” you say, a naive kind of dedication in your tone. “I used to work with metal, a little bit. I could make jewelry. Ornaments for your hair. I’ll put a ribbon in next time.” 

“What makes you think there’ll be a next time?” Blade asks doubtfully, in steep contrast with the way he lets your hands roam along his scalp, and the way his head leans back into you as if he’s comfortable. 

“You’re a loyal customer,” you quip, “you’d never let somebody else do your hair when you have me as a dedicated stylist.” 

“I’m your only customer.” 

“I know,” and in a moment of weakness—because at the end of the day that’s what you are, weak, malleable and moveable when you’re with Blade like this—you lean down just a little bit, pressing a stupid clumsy kiss on the crown of his head. Your fingers trail down to trace the bumps of the braid, the divots and grooves in it, made by your hands, and yours alone. “That just means I can put all my effort towards you alone.” 

“You shouldn’t.” And he means it when he says that, and it hurts you, puts a sickly pang in your chest that you want to reach for and tear out before it grows into something worse. 

“But I will,” you tell him. Blade is stubborn, but not stubborn enough to keep it up. Not now, not here, not when the overhead lights are flickering and making his hair look just a little bluer, illuminating the warmer ends of his hair, glinting off the metal ornament still clipped into it. He rests between your hands, still sitting on the cold floor, pretending that he isn’t falling asleep with you like the fool he secretly is.

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[sugarnspice630]

Dark Room - Wooyoung

"Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore."

•pairing: photographer!wooyoung x fem!photographer!reader

•word count: 1.9k

•tags: mdni, nonidol, dark room sex, wooyoung and reader are photographers, sensory deprivation(?), praise, fingering, wooyoung and reader have secretly liked each other for a long time, dirty talk, slight choking, ...did I miss anything?

Summary: Wooyoung and you work late shift at a photography studio and things gets a little risque in the dark room.

A/N: Inspired by my job honestly. Had this fantasy while working late one day and thought..mm yes Wooyoung would do this. I would like to preface that the dark room where I work is NOT the traditional, red lit, dark room. It's literally pitch black when you shut the door. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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“Ah shit,” You curse out as you see the message on one of the printer computers. “Wooyoung, can you grab a Color Developer chemical for me? I need to change paper real quick, and my hands are kinda full!” Softly shouting from across the studio in hopes he could hear you from his desk.

“Yeah, I got it Y/N!” 

“Awesome! Thank you!”

Both you and Wooyoung have been working the late shift at your photography job for a couple weeks now. You’ve been behind on processing orders because you were understaffed or everyone else had kids to take care of and had to be home by a certain time. This year has been crazy for school and sports pictures; taking on more schools and leagues, needing to train the new hires that only stay about a month and then leave, managing two printers that constantly need either paper changed or chemicals added to the bins, or the printer deciding to eat the photographs, causing you to have to reprint them—it was hell. You and Wooyoung however, were the perfect combination to take on night shifts! Naturally being night owls, not having kids to take care of, and working well together, you got more done than anyone else in the office could from their 7-3 shift. Hell, for the amount of work you do, you should be getting a raise or double pay, but alas, your boss doesn’t think that way. 

Taking the empty paper cartridge back to the dark room, you snuck back out and browsed the shelf for the correct roll of paper, grabbing it before you turned around. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung grabbing the chemical off the shelf just down the hall. You shot him a quick smile before going into the room. Setting the paper down on the ground and moving the chair close to the wall so you could get a feel of your surroundings before entering complete darkness. The seal on the door wasn’t the best, so slamming it was the only way to ensure no light would get into the room. You flipped the lightswitch off and sat down in the chair.

While opening the paper case, you couldn’t help but think of the way Wooyoung’s long, black hair framed his face perfectly, when his bangs would occasionally get in his eyes, and the way he would tossle his head to move the pieces out of his way. Sometimes, when it was hot outside on a sports shoot, he would tie it up into a cute ponytail with such ease. The way he interacted with kids while on shoots, seeing his childlike nature come out and the kids getting along with him, was great. It absolutely melted your heart to see him so good with the kids. Always getting the best smiles out of them and staying on schedule while making the kids feel comfortable. On the opposite side of the spectrum, he really knew how to run the show. The way his voice commanded all the other employees on the job, telling them exactly what to do and making sure they were doing everything correctly. He hated to see people getting yelled at for taking “bad” photographs, but really it’s just the head photographer having a stick up his ass and being hard on everyone else while he does the same level of work, so he just wanted to make sure he appeased everyone. 

Being in your own head, thinking about Wooyoung while changing the paper, you hear three knocks on the door.

“Helloooo? Y/N? You alright in there? Did you get swallowed by the dark abyss?” Wooyoung’s voice rang out from the other side.

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself. “N-No Wooyoung, I’m fine and perfectly alive! I just uh..had trouble closing the…lid.” You faked slamming the “lid” shut to make your statement seem believable.

“Oh gotcha, yeah, that thing is a bitch sometimes. Well, could you hurry up? I haven’t been able to finish the chemical cause I have to grab water and well uh…you’re in the room with the sink.”

“Oh right! Sorry!” You scrambled to clean the area up, almost forgetting there is a giant box in front of you and hitting your foot against the top of it, causing you to almost fall forward onto the door handle, but you caught your balance just in time. You pick up the cartridge and set it on the chair you were just sitting in to make room to open the door. You grabbed the handle, slowly turned it, and pulled the door towards you, hoping not to scare Wooyoung. You peaked your head around the side of the door and smiled.

“She’s all your’s~!” You stepped into the light and looked at Wooyoung to see his hands were empty and not carrying the water jugs. Your eyebrows contorted. “Uh.. your hands are empt-.” Your words were cut off by Wooyoung pushing you back into the room, grabbing the door from your hands, and slamming it behind him. The darkness of the room settled in, and you felt uneasy, not knowing where Wooyoung was. “W-Woo?”

“I’m right here~.” He said lowly and you felt his breath against the side of your neck. His hands softly trailing down your side and stopping right above your waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You protested and tried to squirm your way out of his grasp. His grasp on you only tightened as he had no intention of letting you go.

“Y/N I can’t help myself. Ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore.” You felt your cheeks get hot and your thighs clench together. Did he really think about you this way?

“W-Wooyoung..” Your voice trailed off, not knowing how to feel about his confession.

“I think about you every night before I go to bed. Perhaps in ways that I…shouldn’t, but you’re just so beautiful.” Wooyoung brushes the stray hairs off your face and tucks them behind your ear. His breath feels warm against you and sends chills down your spine. You feel Wooyoung lean closer to you and his lips are right against your ear. “I touch myself to the thought of you. My name coming out of those precious lips of yours. I want you so bad Y/N. Please.” 

“Fuck.” You mutter softly. His hands playfully sliding up and down your waist. You couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of Wooyoung thinking about you this way. 

“If I may have your permission, Y/N.” You softly nodded your head, allowing him to touch you in whatever way he wanted to. “I can’t see you love; I need you to use your words for me.”

“Y-yes Wooyoung…please.” You beg, and not a moment later, Wooyoung is kissing down your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin, causing you to groan. You tilt your head back so it is resting on his right shoulder. The feeling of his lips against your neck is intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough. He continues to kiss and suck at your neck, making sure to mark you up nice and pretty. A few kisses later, he grabs your hips, giving you a heads-up.

“Turn around baby.” His hands allow you to spin in place, not leaving your side and once you are fully turned around, he places them back onto your hips and you feel him lean into you again. Your lips search for his through the darkness, bumping into his cheek accidentally, and you let out a soft giggle. Soon your lips meet and you are passionately making out in the dark. His hands continue to feel up and down your body, one hand snaking its way to your ass and he grips it harshly. A soft moan leaves your mouth into the kiss. You feel Wooyoung’s lips form a smirk and he continues to grip onto your ass.

“You like that, huh?”

“Fuck, y-yes I do~.” You pant out, slightly out of breath. Wooyoung’s other hand, not playing with your ass, begins to toy its way down your waistband and slips through down to your underwear. His fingers tease the wet patch in your underwear that has been forming since he slammed the door, causing you to moan and tilt your head back against the door.

“So wet for me already babygirl~. You’ve wanted this to happen for a while, haven’t you?” You can only moan in response, his fingers pressing into you and you hear Wooyoung groan softly, his hips rutting against your thigh as he fingers you. “Making me so…fuck…fucking hard.” 

“Woo..p-please stop teasing m-me. I need you.”

“As you wish~.” He wastes no time pushing your underwear to the side and slipping his fingers inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out. His fingers stretching you more than your own or any toy ever has. You bite your lip and grind against his hand.

“H-Holy shit you do need me.” He chuckles at your body reacting this way to him. You’re absolutely driving him insane. “Wish I could see that pretty face of yours. Watch your face as I fuck you nice and good with my fingers.”

“W-Wooyoung~.” The dirty talk was getting you to your climax faster than you thought. His voice ringing through your ear like a melody you wanted to listen to on repeat forever.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re taking them so well.” You can’t see his face, but the way that sentence came out sounded like he was gritting his teeth together. You could feel your head spinning and you knew you were close to your release.

“Wooyoung, I-.” Your words are cut off by a moan slipping from your throat. “I need your hand on my neck.”

“Ho hoh~ kinky are we~? I always knew you were a whore.” Wooyoung quickly takes the hand that was playing with your ass and grabs your neck—not too hard, applying just enough pressure that you were seeing static.

“Y-Yes! Just like that.” You manage to choke out and feel the knot forming in your stomach. Your pussy clenches around Wooyoung’s fingers.

“Want you to cum on my fingers princess. I know you can do it.” Wooyoung’s demanding encouragement was all you needed to hear for the knot in your stomach to release. Wooyoung’s grip on your neck lessens, and a string of curses mixed with his name come out of your mouth. "Fuck, you sound so beautiful. Exactly how I pictured it.” Wooyoung pulls his hand out of your pants and kisses your lips gently.

“W-Wooyoung~.” Your voice is no louder than a whisper.

“Sshhh sh sh darling, I know~. Take your time recovering.” Wooyoung caresses the side of your face and wraps his other hand around your waist. He gently moves you out of the way and opens the door slowly, letting the light from the hallway come in, and you squint your eyes from being in the dark for so long. Wooyoung turns around and looks at you. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous even after your insides get rearranged by my hand.” You softly chuckle at his remark and lift your hand to swat at his shoulder.

“Not my fault; you know your way around~.”

“Guess working these late shifts together helped me get to know you better~.” A soft smile forms on his face. You feel yourself blush, and you shy away from looking at him. “Come on. Let’s get back to business.” He offers his hand for you to grab and you gladly take it. He walks you out of the room and down the hallway into the main area of the building.

“So…you working tomorrow~?” You ask playfully.

“I most definitely will be if you’re here.”

“Always.”

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Kirishima Eijirou’s daily shenanigans!

Summary: You work in a little coffee shop (secretly owned by your uncle Crimson Riot), which resides next to Red Riot and Dynamight’s agency. Needless to say, the Crimson Riot signature on the wall lures in the red haired hero on the first day after opening.

Long story short, this a really cute story about a barista and his favorite customer falling in love and becoming a couple. (The only problem is that Red Riot is a himbo and he does not realize you two are actually dating. But that’s a problem for another day.)

Genre: Comedy, strangers to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, slice of life

Estimated chapters: Around 10?

Warnings: Swear Words, one or two chapters with smut but they will be skippable, mentions of injuries, depression, blood, fight scenes, one or two chapters of angst around the end but it’s mostly just fluff and shits and giggles. New warnings on every chapter!

About The Reader: SHE/HER, related to Crimson Riot, has red hair but it’s dyed, not natural. She has a really cool quirk and went to hero school when she was young, but she doesn’t work as a hero.

This story is a spin-off to Bakugou Katsuki’s Daily Shenanigans but you don’t need to read that story to understand this one.

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind, I’m trying my best!

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Chapter 1 - A wild Red Riot appears!

“Welcome!”

A lovely jingle announces Kirishima’s grand entrance to the brand new coffee shop he decided to visit on this lovely afternoon.

It’s manly to try new things, you know; the old coffee shop he used go to might be nice and cosy but how is Kirishima supposed to know if it’s the best coffee shop or not if he doesn’t try the other places in the area? Right?

… Right?

…

Okay, Kirishima has a confession to make.

He doesn’t care how the coffee tastes like at this place. He really doesn’t. The only thing he cares about is Crimson Riot’s signature framed on the wall.

That’s why he’s here, the traitor.

“Ahh, hello!” Kirishima scratches the back of his head shyly; he doesn’t even look at the poor barista, he’s too busy looking around, searching for the sacred signature. He feels blessed to be able to step into this beautiful, crimson colored coffee shop which conveniently opened almost next to from his agency. Well, his and Katsuki’s agency, but that doesn’t matter.

“It’s on the left side, darling. Do not touch the glass, I just cleaned it.” The barista giggles and… oh hello, that giggle was absolutely adorable?! But first of all, what does she mean he can’t touch the glass?! He wants to touch the glass!

Kirishima makes a pouty face, clearly heartbroken by the sudden plot twist; he’s so close to Crimson Riot right now, yet so far away…

“Okay, you can touch the glass. Go on. You have five seconds. One… two…” The barista counts and Kirishima sprints to the little framed signature and does what he does the best; act like a fifteen years old fanboy seeing naked boobs for the first time. Man, boobs are nothing compared to the thrill he feels right now; Crimson Riot is a legend, no one has seen the man for decades, he’s manly and mysterious and Kirishima really likes that about him; sometimes he wonders if Crimson Riot is real at all; that man is so perfect, kind and chivalrous, he’s everything Kirishima wants to be when grows up… well, technically, he is 25 and he doesn’t have too much “growing up” going on anymore but he still feels like he’s twelve. He also acts like he’s twelve. So yeah, he wants to be like Crimson Riot when he grows up. He’s not there yet.

“Would you like to have a coffee or salivating over a framed signature is enough to start your day off with a kick?” The barista suddenly appears behind him and Kirishima jumps.

Well, that’s awkward.

“Yeah, I’m just about to… oh hi.”

To all the Gods and deities up in Heaven, thank you. - Kirishima mumbles as he takes in the beautiful sight in front of him. No, he is not talking about the beautiful signature on the wall this time; that one was demoted to the second most beautiful sight in the world.

“Good morning, sir.” The barista giggles again, and Kirishima swears an angel descended from above in front him.

Kirishima is known to be a ladies man; he loves ladies, he adores them, he cherishes them, he wants to tell every single one of them how beautiful they are; but this one is on another level. This lady here is the most perfect human being Kirishima has ever seen. This lady is the type of lady Kirishima would never have the balls to actually woo. Not like he ever had the balls to woo anyone, to be honest, he’s more like the funny uncle who flirts with everyone but no one takes him seriously and will probably end up alone with 6 dogs 8 cats, 3 bearded dragons because they are really manly and a house worth of Crimson Riot merch. He already has the latter and he’s working on the rest.

“Is the red hair a part of the work uniform or do you just happen to have a good taste?”

Why did he say that?! Why?!

“If that was supposed to be your way of flirting, you have a long way to go, Mr. Red Riot.” She grins and oh my god, Kirishima is in pieces. Literally. He’s quite sure he accidentally hardened his arms under his super tight-fit turtleneck and the fabric just shred to pieces.

At least it’s not something else that hardened…

Eijirou, no.

Do not go there. Do. Not.

“Ahh, you know me.”

“Our staff room window looks at the private parking lot of your agency. There is a massive poster with your faces by the VIP entrance. I need to say, you look much nicer with your hair down though.”

Why is this angel standing so close to him?! What did he do to deserve this beautiful sight?!

“If that was your way of flirting… it completely worked.” Kirishima admits with a crimson face.

You get it? Cuz he’s in Crimson Coffee? Next to Crimson Riot’s signature?

… Nevermind.

“I don’t mean to break your heart so soon, but I wasn’t flirting with you.”

“Y/N, are you bullying our precious customers again? I already told you… oh hello there, young man!” The random lady went from a loud yell to the most pleasant customer service voice he’s ever heard in five seconds. Well that’s a talent. “That’s Red Riot honey, give him a friend and family card, will ya?”

“I guess that’s alright.” The barista, Y/N, rolls her eyes playfully and gives him the little card. “Now order, I’m getting bored.”

And Kirishima does.

Kirishima orders 13 coffees even though he only needs one just to keep this beautiful angel entertained. He gets 2 massive coffee holders with 6 coffees in each and gives the spare one to Y/N with a shy smile on his face, because he’s a gentleman.

“You know I can drink our coffee for free, right?” Y/N raises her brow with a mischievous smile on her beautiful face and he might not have a shot with her after he embarrassed himself in every way possible, but it was completely worth it for that smile.

Kirishima made a great decision today by trying out new things.

Being blasted out of the window by Katsuki after he arrived late, juggling 12 cups of coffee while spilling half of them in Katsuki’s office was absolutely worth it.

(He also landed in the parking lot and was able to see Y/N in the staff room laughing at him. Best day ever.”

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“Does he come here often or was that a special occasion? Come on, tell me! Please!”

You have all the respect for heroes but this Red Riot guy… is an absolute himbo. In the best way.

First of all, he has no idea how handsome he is. He takes your hand in a begging way, trying to get information out of you and you really need to concentrate to not show any kind of emotion on your face; thankfully, your family is blessed with amazing poker faces. The biggest master of them is your uncle who’s -surprise!- is actually the person Red Riot is asking about right now with perfect puppy eyes. He was able to keep up his mysterious persona for decades even though he’s also an absolute himbo in real life.

Second of all, Red Riot embarrassed himself at least ten times this week but somehow he always leaves with a proud smile like this is what he wanted to do in the first place.

Personally, you really want to smack this man in the head and tell him to be ashamed of himself because by the look of it, his self-esteem is so low he thinks this is just him being himself. Which isn’t true. Red Riot might be a himbo, but he’s also a well respected himbo… you mean hero, and he should definitely act a bit more… confident.

“So what do I get if I tell you this information, sir?” You ask cheekily; you can’t help it, okay? Red Riot is a handsome guy. And he’s also really sweet and gentle. Who would NOT flirt with him?

“I would like to say my number on a napkin but I feel like you would use it as a filter for the coffee.” Red sighs dramatically.

“That’s highly unlikely.” You retort; he looks up at you with eyes full of hope and you already hate yourself for doing this to him, but… “The napkin would melt into the coffee and it would be absolutely disgusting. I can’t serve that.”

“You are such a heartbreaker, miss Y/N! I would like to speak to your manager!” He yells, fake-offended, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Just order your bloody coffee and leave, Red. Seeing you being blasted through the window because you were late is really fun but I kinda hate listening to the drilling noise when your window gets fixed. It ruins my chi.”

“You’re a chi.”

“Well that’s just rude, sir. I might need to ask you to leave.” You giggle, and you can’t help but realize how the air just changed around you two; there is definitely something there, a tension you can’t describe but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s kinda nice to banter with him like this.

“You already did. But you also told me to order first.” Red retorts with a massive smirk on his face and you kinda want to put him into your pocket and keep him in there.

Finally, Red orders and he’s just about to leave when you decide to give him the tiny present you got him.

Yes, you got him a present. Shut up.

“Hey, Red!”

“Yeah?” He looks back with a massive grin on his face.

“I got something for the most handsome customer in this shop.” Red’s face contorts into a frown at that. Would it be rude to kiss your customer’s cheeks to give him some confidence? It’s just a kiss on the cheek, no biggie. Just one kiss. Come on.

“Lucky gal.” He mumbles, trying to fake a smile, but failing miserably.

“I’m talking about you, you himbo.” You laugh and run to the back; it’s a signed Crimson Riot poster. Your uncle was more than happy to throw one at you when you told him about Red Riot being your loyal customer; he’s kinda obsessed with the guy since his first appearance in the sports festival. Long story. He loves to be loved.

Kirishima pales as he rolls the poster out, his eyes misty by the time he rolls it out completely.

“This is a limited edition poster from 30 years ago. One of the first posters… what the hell, man…”

“Look closer.” You wink and Red starts to cry like a baby. He’s so fucking adorable, it’s ridiculous.

“Watching you grow up made me realize why I was a hero for so long. I’m proud of you. Stay manly! Crimson Riot.” Red mutters under his snotty nose. “Y/N, can I marry you?”

This man will be the death of you.

“No.”

“Okay. Thank you. Bye.” Red mumbles with red rimmed eyes. Working in your uncle’s secret coffee shop was the best decision of your life.

“See you tomorrow, himbo.” You giggle and the redhead disappears; one day, you’ll tell him that all the flirting you do is actually serious but that day is not today. You really want to see him gain some self-respect by himself before you shower him with praises every day. You can only hope you don’t ruin your chances by playing with him for too long but that’s a problem for later; for now, you are just happy to be around this mysterious, funny man.

… Next Chapter!

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[fantasyandshit]

Tea time

Type:one shot

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Yn sees a new kind of tea while shopping at one of her favorite shops, come to find out it’s a strong form of aphrodisiac, reverting the drinkers to ‘their most primal instincts’. Not believing it she decides to make it for her and her mate as a joke.

(A/n, this is my first go at smut. I’m so sorry if it sucks. Also sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I had like zero ideas- this why I need y’all to help me, I can’t make decisions for myself. Anyway on too the Oneshot)

Azriel is out on yet another spymaster mission, so to kill a bit of time, I stroll through the isle of my favorite tea shop in Velaris, Trixies tea time shop. As I’m looking through the different teas I spot a box I’ve never seen before, it’s red and black, with a heart on the front, looking at the description to see what it tastes like I see something…interesting.

This is a drink to give you and your partner a once in a lifetime experience. The natural roots in this drink revert one to their most natural state, all while tasting like sweet and sour cherry.

I inspect the box for a few more moments before ultimately deciding to take it. My poor Az has been so stressed lately, maybe this could help him unwind and lead to a night of fun for the both of us, also wever tried nearly every method to get me pregnant as we desperately want a little one of our own. Besides what’s the harm if it’s simply a hoax. Taking the three new times I’ve grabbed to the desk, the woman-Trixie who I’ve made friends with smiles as she looks at the red and black box.

“So you’ve got plans for tonight?” She teases softly as she tells me my total. I roll my eyes before thanking her and walking back home.

———

“Hey Az baby?”

“Yes love?”

“I’ve made some tea for us.” I smile softly as I set it on the coffee table in front of where he sits reading on the couch.

“Thank you sweetheart.” One of his rare smiles save for me graces his lips as he kisses my head softly before picking up the glass and bringing it to his lips. “Hmm, this is new? What is it”

“Oh just a new one at Trixies I saw, figured we could give it a try.” I bring my own glass to my lips and we both simply sit in each others presence until we’re done and take them to the kitchen.

I lay with my head in Az’s chest moments later, his hand absently running through my hair as he continues his book. “Is it hot in here?” He asks out of the blue, pulling at the color of his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah I suppose a bit.” My eyebrows scrunched as I just now noticed the sweat dripping from his forehead and my own dripping down my back. I sit up as he continues clawing at his shirt. As he peals it off with a grunt more arousal then I thought I’d ever had sweeps through me like a wave.

As my mate turns to me I hear him audibly growl before he opens his mouth and I see his canines sharpening and his eyes darkening. “What-“ another grunt, “-what was in that tea?” His voice seems deeper and by the mother I’ve never thought this male could be this attractive.

“I-it said its to bring us to our most primal instincts-I didn’t think-I thought it was a hoax.” I’m panting as all I can think about is the man in front of me turning me into his bitch, filling my womb with his seed and giving me his babies.

“I think-I don’t think it’s a hoax love.” The last word growls and an involuntary moan leaves my lips as a smirk graces his features. “I don’t think-gods you don’t know how badly I want to put you on all fours and make you my bitch, get you nice and round with my babies. How much I want to fill your womb as you beg me to stop.”

I crawl to the male like a bitch in heat. “Do it Az. Make me your bitch.” I’ve never sounded more desperate or horny in my life as something flickers in my mates eyes and he lunges for me with a growl like a predator to pray, his hand landing on my throat as the other wonders my body.

“I’m gonna make you my bitch, gonna have you begging for my babies. Do you want my babies? Want to be big and round for me?” I nod breathlessly as his hand squeezes the supple skin of my thigh. “Words baby.” His hand squeezes my neck, just enough to have me struggling slightly for air.

“Y-yes sir. Please, fill me with your babies, get me nice and round.” Just like that the weight of his body is gone and all I can do is whine, my body feeling almost heavy.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours.” He grunts as he takes his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his pants, that’s when I notice it, a swelling knot at the base of his dick. I make quick work of slipping from my restraining clothing and getting on all fours, my Butt slightly raised and pointed towards the male. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” His face goes to my neck as he rubs my back and thighs.

A yelp leaves me as he sniffs my pulse point before biting down. Hard. Just as he does this his hand shimmies to my clit, rubbing softly before delving to my folds, spreading the soaked lips and feeling around them as I moan uncontrollably. He takes his fingers and brings them to my lips, “open.” I immediately obey and he sticks them in my mouth, I moan at the taste of myself on tongue as I suck his fingers like a whore. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk, I’m gonna fill you with my seed and make sure you know who owns you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Sir.”

A throaty moan leaves my mate just before he pushes into my slick folds and my head falls back in pure ecstasy.

Azriel pounds into me, his lips assaulting my neck as moans and grunts leave us both, at this point he’s fucked me in nearly every position, his cum dripping down my thighs as he pushed in again and again from behind me where I lay on my stomach. Bite marks litter both our skins, particularly near our pulse points where a delicious scent I’ve never smelt before radiates from him. “Gonna, gonna cum baby.” He sighs as he furiously drags himself in and out of my tight pussy, a ring of cream at the base of his knot. His words finish off my building orgasm as I cum hard enough to see stars. Azriel lets out one last chesty moan before his knots slips into me and I get dizzy, never have I been this full as he paints my wall with yet another load.

My mate falls to his side, me going with him seeing as we’re attached, however I don’t think I would be able to move on my own without him anyway. Az pulls me tight to his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck softly as he slowly falls asleep, snores falling from his parted lips.

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I know it sucks but I tried ok. Please give me ideas guys! My suggestion box is open and in need of some good ideas. Love y’all.

#azriel x reader #aphrodisiac #tea #smut #azriel smut #acotar #acotar x reader #azriel

[kywaslost]

Good day! Could you make a Ciel x reader where the Ciel has a crush on the reader who is Lizzy’s sister (for the sake lest say Lizzy and Ciel ended to engagement) the thing is the reader is the only one in the Midford family to have dark hair (from a grandparent) and she gets very insecure about it, feeling like a black sheep in her family. Lizzy and everyone is very kind to her it’s just she constantly feels left out because she has a very different personality compared to her sister and brother. She feels very out of place during photo’s with her family. And especially during parties when people talk about her either being adopted or the cause of her mother being unfaithful. She just is naturally much more moody, and she doesn’t have as many friends unlike Lizzy because she just brings the mood down.

Sorry if it’s a lot, have a good day!

Odd One Out - Ciel Phantomhive

A/N: I decided to post this one a day early! I only have one class today and have a lot of free time at the moment. So sorry this took so long!

Not gonna lie, I had to do some research for this one. I’m a sucker for genetics, and so I got super excited for this one. Blonde hair is an autosomal recessive trait, meaning both parents have to be blond. Since both Midford parents are blonde, all of their children have to be blonde, that’s how I learned it. But I did some research to see if there’s mutations or something that can cause dark hair in children born from two blondes. I’ll try my best to simplify what I’ve found. 

Melanin is a polymer, and it is most often known as the polymer that gives skin, hair, and eyes its color. By what I can understand, there are two types of melanin: eumelanin and pheomelanin. Lots of eumelanin produces black or brown hair, whereas pheomelanin produces red hair. Blonde hair is produced by very little eumelanin. Melanocortin 1 Receptor (MC1R) is responsible for determining hair color. Mutations in the MC1R gene can cause red or auburn hair. 

For the sake of this fanfic, let’s just say there’s a mutation in the reader’s production of eumelanin cause I can’t find any way for two blonds to produce a dark-haired kiddo. And yes, I know this is a fanfic but listen people my love for science is strong so fiction or not I’m gonna make my details as accurate as possible. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and here are my sources <3

You were the black sheep of the family in every way possible. Literal or not, others found great joy in pointing out every difference between you and your siblings, especially when it comes to your appearance. It’s difficult to explain to others why you bear little resemblance to your family. Sure, you had your mother’s build and your father’s eyes, but that was as far as it went. You didn’t have the same hair color as your parents and siblings.

It’s common knowledge that two blonde parents bear a blonde child, yet you had dark auburn hair. After years and years of torment and rumors of your mother being unfaithful, or that you were adopted, you began researching why you were the way you were. There wasn’t much out there, but you did discover that you had some type of genetic mutation dealing with hair color. That’s why it was so difficult to explain to others why your hair was so different from your family’s, they didn’t have the same extent of knowledge as you did. 

It didn’t help that you were also extremely different personality wise. Your sister Lizzy was very outgoing and extroverted, never hesitating to host parties or to meet new people. Your brother Edward, on the other hand, was very stoic and serious. He didn’t tolerate much of anything, and was very protective over you and your sister. But you weren’t much like your siblings. You often kept to yourself, only spoke when spoken to, and were generally just very independent. Growing up, the only real friends you had were your siblings, and your twin cousins.

Now that you’re older, you are even more independent. You spent less and less time with your family, often opting to stay in your room or going off on your own into the city. Your family constantly tried to get you to go to events with them, such as going to balls, parties, and even things as simple as family outings, but you couldn’t help but feel out of place. People constantly stared at you, and you couldn’t help but notice their hushed whispers as you walked by with your family. 

You were grateful that your family didn’t see you the same way the rest of the world did. Your parents treated you no differently than your sister and brother. If anything, they tried their hardest with you to try and make you feel more comfortable and confident in yourself. Lizzy constantly wanted to be with you, doing your hair and makeup to spend some quality time with you. She took you dress shopping, and tried to cheer you up in that sort of way. 

Because of your discomfort around your family, you often spent a lot of time with your cousin Ciel. His servants never treated you any differently than they did the rest of your family, and the boy’s Estate overall felt like a safe place for you. Ciel was always willing to let you vent to him, whether it be about how people had been treating you or how you were thinking of yourself, he always had advice to offer. 

What he never would confess, however, was his feelings for you. His engagement with Lizzy ended just over a year ago, and it was all because he realized he had feelings for you instead. Watching you change throughout the years broke his heart, how you became more independent and less willing to socialize and go out. 

You were staying a few nights at the manor to spend some time with Ciel. You had been having a particularly hard time, and you thought it best to spend some time with the boy. He greeted you with open arms, and immediately ordered Sebastian to prepare your favorite meal for dinner. You fell into your cousin’s arms, tearing up as he held you tightly. 

“May I ask what brings you here?” CIel asks calmly as he hugs you. He can feel your tears soaking into his shirt and he becomes even more worried. 

You sniffed as you pulled away from Ciel, wiping at your eyes. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a really long week.”

Ciel frowned, gently taking your arm and leading you inside. “Come, tell me about it.” You were led inside the Estate and to the sofa beside the fireplace. Ciel draped a light blanket over your shoulders as he sat beside you. Taking your hand in his, his blue eye met your E/C ones. “What happened?”

You began to cry harder as you recalled the events of the past week. Ciel listened as you told him about the hushed whispers and not-so-hidden stares followed your every move at a ball you attended with your family. Then how you stepped out of your comfort zone to speak to girls your own age at said ball, and how they giggled to each other as they ignored you and walked away.

Ciel wrapped you tightly in a hug, pulling you so your legs are draped over his lap and your face is buried in his shoulder. “Look at this,” you sniffle, reaching for your bag at the end of the couch. Ciel released you from his arms as you dug through your bag, pulling out a photo. You replaced yourself on CIel’s lap, handing him the photo. His warm hands brushed against your own as he took the image.

“This is a lovely photo,” he smiled softly. It was a printed image of the most recent family photo taken three days ago. Your father held your mother’s waist, Edward on his other side and Lizzy standing beside your mom. You were beside your sister. Ciel was right, it was a lovely photo. But the longer he looked at it, he noticed everyone’s bright smiles, and then you. It looked as if you were near tears, barely able to hold your smile long enough to take the photo.

“Honey,” Ciel coos quietly. This was very uncharacteristic of the Earl. He never showed this much empathy and emotion towards someone before.

“I hate this photo,” you cried as you rested your head on his shoulder once again.

“Why?”

“I look so out of place!” You pointed to yourself in the picture. “I hate that I was born this way! Why did I have to have this mutation?”

Ciel set the picture aside, wrapping you in his arms again and running a hand down your back. “I think you’re beautiful,” his voice was soft as he whispered in your ear. “Genetic mutation or not, I love the way you look, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” CIel continued to hold you until you fell asleep in his arms. As he carried you to your designated room, he whispered to you. 

“I don’t understand why others treat you this way, and I wish they would stop just as much as you do. But I love you, Y/N, and I would give everything to have you in my life. Genetic mutation or not, you are beautiful just the way you are.”

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[shawnxstyles]

prank? more like spank

DATE: JANUARY 28, 2023

summary: after a day out with your friends, they convince you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.

request: yess

words: 3.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [pussy spanking, clit play/edging, masochism, slight nipple play], dirty talk, aftercare) language, and fluff.

note: THIS TITLE IS SO FUNNY PLEASE. the gif is so random too 😭 sorry i’ve been so inactive, i’m so busy!! tom masterlist

soft dom!tom

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“What if I just got a tattoo?” You ask spontaneously as you approach the tattoo and piercing shop. You and your friends were wandering around town, having a much-needed girl day. The two girls stare at you for a moment before giggling hysterically.

“You hate pain and plus, Tom would freak!” Alina laughs harder at your ridiculousness. She had a few simple tattoos herself; small ones on her hands and elegant drawings on her arms. Her black hair was long and sleek, always looking on-point. Even though her tattoos fit her beautifully, it didn’t convince you to get one. You could never get a tattoo, even if you were paid.

“What about a piercing?” You suggest. You have had your lobes pierced since you were young, but you’ve never desired anything else. Nose and lip rings were trendy when you were in high school, but you never understood why anyone would ever put metal inside of their face, let alone the more sensitive parts of their body.

“Again, your pain tolerance is very low,” Alina says, swinging her small bag of leftover food from lunch. “Did you know people pierce their vaginas?”

“Of course. I’ve considered it,” Reyna nonchalantly inserts. You and Alina gawk at her, dumbstruck because she’s never mentioned anything like that before. One thing about Reyna was that she always surprised you; there was always something you didn’t know. One day, she said she was getting a tattoo, so she did. Another, she said she was going to Venice, so she did. In a way, she was very good at keeping her word, which made her a great friend.

Her body was littered in tattoos from top to bottom. Her drawings were thick, dark, and colorful along her naturally tan skin. Her ears were engulfed in pieces of jewelry, while her nose held a septum and two opposing studs. How did she breathe? Her red-dyed hair was frizzy and wavy and shaped her face just right. Her eyes were a hazel, but could easily pass for a shade of green.

“What does it even pierce? Where does the jewelry go?” You ask, trying to imagine how painful it would be on a scale.

“Your clitorus,” Reyna answers, sipping from her straw casually.

“That’s like the most sensitive part!” Your face screams in horror. Why would anyone ever do that to themselves? You feel your legs clench in protection like you can feel the blinding pain just picturing it.

Unfathomable out of ten you decide on when thinking back to the scale.

“I don’t think you could pay me to get that done. Even if I could have it removed,” Alina shakes her head in disapproval.

“When I told Riker I was thinking about it, he was freaking the fuck out. He was trying to be supportive, but I can tell he was scared,” Reyna chuckles. Her boyfriend was the complete opposite of her. She is sociable and outgoing, and is always at someone’s place to party. Riker, her boyfriend of eight months, was a homebody who played video games in his free time. Their largest sharing characteristic is that they are extremely hardworking, which led them to meet while working at the same job.

Ah. Romance.

“I can’t even imagine how Tom would react,” You say, eyes wandering the ground.

“You should see,” Alina suggests.

“What do you mean?”

“Tell him you got a piercing. See what he says,” Reyna adds for clarification.

“Oo, you should record it!” Alina claps giddily and you laugh at their ideas. You shake your head at the recording part, but heavily consider the main idea. Why not have a little fun? You turn over your shoulder and peer at the tattoo and piercing shop that fades in the distance as you continue to walk. Your sundress flows in the spring breeze as you bite your lip.

“Okay,” You shake your head, somehow convinced to play a stupid joke on your innocent, loving boyfriend.

“Ah, how I love a good prank,” Reyna smiles to the sky as you all approach the car.

—

When the girls drop you home first, you wave goodbye to them and then head straight for the door. The sun was beginning to set in the evening, and you wondered what Tom had been doing all day.

“I’m back!” You shout, removing your shoes and hanging up your purse. His response echoes from the kitchen and you walk toward him with nerves.

You weren’t the most convincing liar, so trying to pull off a prank was going to be difficult. Your fingers fiddle anxiously as he turns around from the stove to face you. A soft smile curls on his lips and your insides melt. However, your heart races in extreme nervousness because he looks so innocent and unknowing.

Oh, he’s so going to fall for it.

“Hey, baby. How was your girl’s day?” Tom’s hands slide under your arms and hug you securely. His lips press a firm and tender kiss on your forehead and you sigh softly.

“It was… exciting,” Your eyes sparkle as you stare at him. He looks at you, patiently waiting for you to continue. But you don’t, you wait for him to ask.

“What was so exciting, love?” He delicately brushes the wispy hair from your face, admiring every one of your facial features. Tom was so in love with you, he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that you were really his.

“I got a piercing!” You smile widely as you squeeze Tom’s biceps in exaggerated excitement. Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say that. He always just assumed you went out for lunch or went shopping. He would have never assumed you got a piercing, especially knowing how much you hate unnecessary pain.

“You did? Where?” Tom smiles as he curls your hair behind your ears, scouting for the nonexistent jewelry. His eyebrows scrunch when he searches your face as well, but doesn’t find anything.

“It’s on my clit,” You whisper sweetly, biting your lip. Your heart pounds in your chest and you’re hoping he can’t feel it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh at his reaction.

Tom’s eyes widened so much, you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. He blushes profusely and pulls away from you, cheeks a rosy pink as his jaw practically slides along the kitchen tile. He dryly coughs, trying to hide how flabbergasted he is.

You smile wider and harder, trying not to break your act. Seeing Tom so shocked makes you want to burst out laughing at how easily he fell for it. He knows you absolutely hate pain, yet he still believed it.

“I-I thought you hated pain…” He starts breathily, “What…how…?”

“Reyna convinced me. She said it feels great when having sex,” The lies spill from your mouth before you could even process what it meant. Did that even make sense?

Tom blinks rapidly, mind racing at the change. He didn’t even know that one could get their clit pierced. He never would have thought you would want to get yours done. He remembers early on in your relationship when you told him you cried the entire time when you got your ears pierced. And when you got your shots at the doctors. He even remembers you telling him you cried when you first had sex… but that was understandable. But being reminded of that just makes him even more confused on why you would get something so painful.

You must have cried a lot, he thinks. His heart aches a tad because he wasn’t there for you.

“Well… can I see it?” Tom tries to cool down his burning red face, but it only seems to intensify as he imagines seeing it; your clit irritated and puffy as a bar of metal sears through it.

Now, it was your time to widen your eyes. You tried to hide it by wandering your eyes all over the place, but if anything, that just made it more obvious you were hiding it. Tom contorts his face in mild confusion at your hesitation as you laugh nervously.

“Y/N, can I see the piercing?” He repeats, stalking a bit closer to you.

“No!” You deny too quickly, backing away from him like he was psychotic.

“No? Baby, I’m going to see it eventually. Might as well see it now,” He smiles, reassuringly as you struggle to come up with more lies. Why did you think he wouldn’t want to see it?

“It’s um… really swollen and puffy. You can’t even see it,” You shake your head as you wave it off, swallowing your nerves dryly. Tom skeptically squints his eyelids, puzzled at your sudden defensiveness.

“I can’t see it? How do you know? I haven’t even tried yet.”

“I looked. It’s like it’s not even there,” Nervous laughs release from your mouth and you would be surprised if he still believed you.

Then he quirked an eyebrow, sensing your deceitfulness. Your nervousness gives him a growing confidence. He licks his lips and clicks his tongue, a sly smirk threatening to curl up on his lips.

“Let me see it, Y/N.”

“No!”

Before you could even take off in a sprint, Tom’s arms are tightened securely around your waist. He drags your flailing body and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, forcing you to stay seated. You wiggle profusely underneath his strong grip, but realize it’s no use compared to his thick muscles. You huff, annoyed that he captured you.

“I guess I’ll have to see for myself since you want to be so stubborn,” He grumbles as he crumples the sundress up to your waist. You hold your breath, hands gripping the counter. He forces your legs to spread, eye level with your panties. Your cunt aches as it begins to dampen the material.

“Is the piercing making you that wet? Or is it something else?” Tom taunts, yanking the flimsy fabric until it’s tossed along the kitchen floor. Waves of heat creep up your neck at how close he is to your cunt. He’s seen you naked a million times for your usual sensual, soft sex. But with a lie in between you, you don’t know what to expect.

Tom’s arms lock your thighs to the marble counter. He stares at your pussy, looking as gorgeous as ever. He takes his rough fingers and carefully spreads your soaking folds, inspecting for a piece of jewelry. You gasp as more arousal leaks out of your pussy, begging for more friction. As he gets closer to your clit, you whine from the teasing.

“Well, your clit is puffy… but I don’t see any piercing,” Tom pretends to pout like he hadn’t known you were lying most of the time. His thumb delicately taps your neglected nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. “Why did you lie, baby?”

“I don’t know,” With clenched teeth, your eyes focus solely on his devoid touches. Your mind is so distracted by the tedious teasing, you barely comprehend his words. Before you could even reconsider your answer, Tom slaps his hand directly on your clit. You yelp as your hips thrust forward at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock that sears through your body. Your clit throbs as you continue to seep on the cold counter, more desperate than ever.

“Another lie. You’re being such a bad girl today. Do I need to punish you?” He questions, palm rubbing deliberately slow on the hood of your clit. Your body trembles as you roll your hips against his hand. With an upset growl, his hand comes down on you again, harsher and more demanding than before. A needy moan escapes you, your hands clawing at his T-shirt. “You just never learn.”

Tom tsks disappointingly and spreads your legs impossibly wider, juices leaking onto the solid surface below you. The texture of his hands roaming your skin created the most sinful scenes in your head. You imagined his thick digits pushing into your cunt, slippery and soft as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You mewled just at the thought, causing him to stare at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about? Hm? Answer me truthfully this time or I won’t even consider you coming tonight,” Tom demands as he flicks your pulsing clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise. Your hands squeeze his muscular shoulders as you try to remain still.

“Your hands. I love your hands,” You admit breathily. Tom slowly removes the loose straps of your dress until they’re slipping off your smooth shoulders and down your arms. He reveals your breasts, nipples pointed and neglected.

With a smirk, his dominant hand continues to deliberately stroke up and down your clit, while his other toys with your nipples. Your breathing heaves as your eyes gawk at his motions, getting more turned on just from the sight. He twists and pulls on your buds until they’re aching painfully good. Tom makes sure his hand tickles your skin when it trails down your torso to add more stimulation to your clit.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, darling,” One hand forces your legs open while the other collects your arousal too lightly. You clench around nothing, pleading for his teasing to end. He resumes his delicate tapping on your nerves, making you whine in agony. “Why did you lie?”

Your heart races and thighs begin to shake from being stretched out.

“I-I wanted to see how you would react,” You reply breathily as he repeatedly taps you. You roll your hips in circles, trying to get more friction against the pad of his thumb. He hums, satisfied yet evilly.

“So this is what you wanted?” Tom slots his middle finger into your seeping hole, causing you to gasp as if it was your first time. With all the teasing, you were sensitive to any little touch, grateful for what he was giving you. “Wanted me to freak out, wanted me to punish you?”

You release a nosy moan, clutching around his digit as it sinks into you deeply. You nod your head to every thrust of his finger, slow and tedious. As your high builds from the edging, his finger is removed from your cunt, empty and aching. You elicit uncontrollable whines as you scoot to the edge of the counter to get closer to his hand. His hand grips your hip tightly to ensure you stay still.

“No, no. This is a punishment, baby. If it gets too much, let me know, but,” Tom husks with a soft expression. When you nod impatiently, waiting for his next moves, his sinful glare returns to your eyes. “you said you liked my hands, so I’m going to give you one.”

Tom’s hand strikes down on your pussy, a wet slapping sound against your arousal. You squeak with a strong grasp on his shoulders as he smirks, pleasured from catching you off guard. He spanks you again, clit throbbing under the palm of his hand. Your stomach tightens as you grind into the air, begging for more. When his hand slaps you again, he makes sure to directly strike your bundle of nerves, making you tremble immensely.

Fireworks shoot through your body like you’ve never felt before. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain; so shocking and blissful you thought you might pass out. You never would’ve thought you’d be enjoying something as agonizing as spanking, especially on one of the most sensitive parts of your body.

You felt hypocritical and pious; for someone who hated even the idea of pain, enjoying spanking was the last possibility crossing your mind.

But each slap of skin sent you higher into the sky as you floated with ecstasy. Even though you were inching closer to heaven, you’ve never felt more sinful and devilish in your life.

Tears slip down your face as you moan in euphoria. Your core clenches and your eyes roll back as you lose your grip to reality. Your legs beg to close, but Tom’s hand and body forces them to remain open.

“Look at you. Enjoying your punishment,” Tom tsks as his thumb rapidly circles your clit. You gasp with a cry, shaking violently from the blinding pleasure. “Are you going to come from me playing with your clit? Hm? From me spanking you?”

His words have your stomach tensing and mind spinning. You felt like you were flying through a starry haze; a dreamland where everything felt too good to be true. Your high builds and builds until you’re falling down so fast, you’re floating gracefully. Waves of euphoria crash through your body as your muscles spasm, chants of his name repeatedly leaving your lips.

A knowing and encouraging smirk is in your view as he rubs you out, draining you of your orgasm. The white moisture coats his hand before he brings it up to his lips and licks his fingers clean.

Your pussy lips pulsate as your clit continues to throb in irritation from the spanking. Your breathing relaxes as you blink away the glossiness from your eyes. Tom licks his lips, smiling goofily at you as he wipes away your tears.

“You did so well for someone who doesn’t like pain,” Tom compliments as he smooths your wild hair away from your tear-stained cheeks. You roll your eyes with a raspy chuckle and shake your head. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? And how was it?”

“I didn’t think… I never would have thought…” Your mind continues to blur as you forget the words on your tongue. Pulling up the straps of your sundress, you try to recall what you were going to say. “I liked it, surprisingly. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

Tom chuckles at your enthusiasm and leans in to you. His lips lock with yours in a breathtaking kiss, rocking back and forth. Similar fireworks spark in your body again as you wrap your hands around his neck to sink deeper into him. His tongue slots into your mouth with ease, making you melt in heart-bubbling bliss.

To catch a breath, you release from each other, you now both wearing silly, fond smiles.

“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get a piercing… right?” With skepticism and hopefulness, Tom looks at you. You bite your lip, pretending to really consider it.

“I mean, now that I have an amazing tolerance to pain, I might as well. I have nothing to lose!” You push Tom away and hop off the counter with an overwhelmingly ecstatic smile. With shaky legs, you sprint out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

A burning sensation is felt on the skin of your vagina as your legs rub against the irritation surface. You hiss and wince as you make your way up the stairs. You regret running away from Tom because he said he was going to take care of you. Your skin screams in agony as you make it to the bed. You didn’t think it would be this painful, especially after he just spanked you. And you liked it.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shouts as he jogs up the staircase. “Swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself before entering the bedroom.

He finds you lying on the bed, wincing with a pinched face. His expression softens as he comes to your aid.

“What’s wrong, lovie?” Tom rubs your shoulder, searching over your body for injuries. Your hands push down on the material of the dress right over your burning mound. He nods in sudden understanding before heading toward the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of some type of cream or ointment. “Lay back, baby.”

You do as he says and crawl back until your head is relaxing comfortably on the pillows. He slowly widens your tense legs and flicks the flare of your dress up to your hips. He takes a peek at your irritated skin, a deep frown on his lips. With the cream on his fingers, he very gently rubs it onto you. It’s cold, almost too cold compared to the heated burn on your skin. But the contrast cools you and relieves all your pain, causing you to sink into the mattress calmly.

“Better?” Tom asks, softly applying the medicine to the bare areas.

“Yes,” You sigh with your head thrown back, breathing steadily. Tom bites his lip, looking at your distraught figure.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I went too hard. I’ll never do it again—”

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Tom. Really, I liked it. I’m not lying this time,” He smiles softly at you and you return the favor reassuringly. He hovers above you and gives you a graceful kiss on the lips. He falls beside you and stretches to grab some tissues for his hands to clean off the cream. Then you two lay in the comfortable silence of each other.

“If I really did get a piercing though, how would you react?” You question, turning your head towards his.

“Probably the same.”

“Noted,” You smirk, causing him to turn his face in slight horror at your back and forth attitude. “Kidding! I can’t even handle moderate pain.”

“You’re crazy.”

You infamously roll your eyes before he kisses you again, making you forget everything. You laugh against his lips, causing the whole kiss to be a sloppy mess. In hysterics, you both laugh full heartedly as you pull away.

“Come on. Let’s go finish dinner,” Shaking his head, Tom gets up from the bed and begins to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.

“What if I got, like, a tongue piercing?” You shout from the bedroom. You hear him groan in annoyance as you follow him to the kitchen.

Oh, you loved pranking your boyfriend.

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tags: @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes

#shawnxstyles #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fan fics #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #requests

[actuallysaiyan]

Pretend That You Love Me(Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto)

warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), threesomes, dub-con, cameras/being recorded, making porn, bodily fluids

word count: 1.2k

pairings: Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto

summary: Satoru had some dumb excuse to get you into his apartment, and when you agreed to making a lewd video with him and Suguru, he never knew how much of a natural you would be!

a/n: just a dumb little idea that popped into my head! I really hope you all enjoy!

A light flashes in your face. You squint, trying to look at the source of it. Satoru smirks when he notices just how messed up your face is. Mascara running down your cheeks, drool and cum sticking to your chin. Oh how you look too good. He thinks he’s never seen you look this sexy, He can’t say he’s got any complaints about this either. When he looks down at his still-hard cock, he’s proud to know that you’ve been able to last this long on your knees, sucking his cock. It's still throbbing, begging for more. The pink tip, now an angry red color, just begging to be sucked on. He taps your cheek with his cock, smirking when you whine that you can no longer do it.

“Shhh…” he hushes you softly. “I know you can take more.”

From the corner of the room, Suguru is watching the two of you. He never knew just how erotic it would be to film his two favorite people having sex. He’s been palming his hard-on for a while now, so desperate to get involved in the act. Though, watching you and Satoru has been so much fun. You’re such a little slut for cock. Just a cockhungry whore, begging to be fucked. Suguru knows that you’ll come to him soon and give him exactly what he needs.

Satoru smirks at you as you open your mouth, drool dripping from your tongue that pokes out to lick the leaking tip of his erection. This is all working out so perfectly. He had given you some lame excuse about helping him out with something in his apartment, and once he got you here, you were so easy to coax into this position on your knees. You’ve had a crush on both him and Suguru for ages, and Satoru has finally decided to take advantage of your affection for them.

“She’s such a good girl,” Satoru calls over to Suguru. The black haired man keeps the camera in his hands steady, the light on your right now is just perfect to show the sheen of the spittle and cum that’s on your face.

“She looks good,” Suguru comments, coming over to the both of you.

Satoru grips your hair and pulls you off his cock. He then gently shoves you over to his lover. Suguru smiles down at you, his touch much gentler than the strongest sorcerer’s. You’re practically purring at the sweet affection that comes from Suguru. He then takes his time to pull down his pants. Your eyes widen when you see just how long his cock is.

“Awh, look at that, ‘Guru.” Satoru comments. “Our little puppy seems to be in shock at your size.”

“Hmm, I don’t blame her.”

Suguru’s hands are soft on your tear slicked face. He cups your jaw, and then one of his hands squeezes your cheeks very gently. You’re so quick to open your mouth, your tongue lolling out of your lips. Both men are so happy with the results of this.

“Let me get the camera ready,” Satoru says, picking up the piece of recording equipment. Then he makes his way over to where Suguru had been sitting, and he shines the light on the scene that’s unfolding before him.

“And action…”

You barely have time to react before Suguru pushes his cock into your mouth, and the head of his erection nestles in the back of your throat. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together for some much needed relief. It’s not long before Suguru begins bucking his hips, using your little mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your jaw is sore from Satoru using you, but you know it’s all going to be worth it when they’ve both had their fun with you.

“Such a good little mouth,” Suguru hisses between gritted teeth. He looks over at his white haired lover. “How did you manage to last so long?”

Satoru laughs, “It was very hard,”

Their words go straight to your aching cunt. They are complimenting you, in their own sick and twisted way. It’s just such a good feeling to be wanted by the two most amazing sorcerer’s of your time. The way that Suguru keeps moaning and bucking his hips makes you feel so aroused. You look up at him through your lashes, and he’s gripping your hair so tightly.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, don’t you dare look at me like this! I’m gonna lose it…”

Satoru chuckles darkly and he’s goading you on to continue to give Suguru those sultry looks you were just giving him. You decide to listen to Satoru, knowing that if you were to disobey him, it would be much worse than to disobey Suguru. You bat your eyelashes at Suguru, and he feels his balls draw up as his orgasm builds so deep inside of him.

“Fuck you, Satoru! Don’t make her look even sexier than she already does,”

It’s not long before you feel Suguru picking up speed. Satoru moves in closer with the camera, trying to get the perfect angles. He’s going to enjoy watching this video with the both of you later on. If Satoru would have known you’d be willing to make such a sexy video, he would have coaxed you into it a long time ago. Regardless, he knows this isn’t going to be a one and done situation. No, there will be so many more videos.

“Cum on her face,” Satoru guides Suguru. “Pull out and show me that money shot!”

Suguru grunts; just the thought of spilling his seed all over your pretty face is enough to bring him right to the brink. In a last minute decision, he pulls out of your mouth and he strokes himself to completion. The first spurt of his cum lands right on your cheek. You’re quick to open your mouth once more, your tongue desperate to taste some of him. Five more shots of his thick, sticky seed shoots out onto your face. Satoru cheers in the background, and Suguru is moaning so loudly for the both of you. Once he’s spent, he leans back a little and gives you a chance to breathe.

“That’s a good girl!” Satoru praises you. He’s got the camera right in your face, making sure to get the perfect shot of you catching your breath with all that cum on your face. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You giggle softly, and your fingers come up to scoop up some of Suguru’s cum. Both men are in awe at just how naughty you are as you lick and suckle the seed off your digits. Then you wiggle your fingers at the camera in a sort of flirty wave. That’s when Satoru stops recording. He then leans down and cups your face to give you a sloppy kiss.

“Baby, you are too good at this. You sure this was your first time doing that?” 

You nod your head, slowly getting up off the floor with the help of Suguru. He helps you over to the chair, a bottle of water waiting for you on the side table. He passes it to you, ready to go get you something to clean your face off with.

“This won’t be the only one you do for us, right?” Satoru asks, his voice has a begging lilt to it. “We could have a lot of fun doing this.”

Suguru watches you carefully as you sink half the bottle of water in one gulp. Then you turn to Satoru and smile.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be the last…”

#bacon.writes #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #satoru smut #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru smut #geto smut #geto x you #geto x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you x geto #suguru x you x satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x y/n

[quibbs126]

So a couple of days ago, I decided “you know what? I might as well try my hand at human designs for the Cookies”. Granted I only did the bust because I’m lazy. But yeah that’s what this is

And in addition to that because I thought it’d be fun, I gave myself a rule that the characters can only have natural skin, hair and eye colors, unless their character would make relative sense to have dyed hair or colored contacts, as you can see with Princess and Wildberry

I drew Dark Choco and Dark Cacao first since they’re my hyperfixations, they should be the first ones I draw. And then I drew the Hollyberry family because with their pink and blue hair, I thought it’d be fun to try and change them. But after I finished them, I didn’t know who else to put nor did I have a lot of room, so I just left it at them

I’m just gonna list random things about the designs now

I’m not entirely sure where Dark Choco and Cacao’s streaks come from, but I couldn’t just get rid of them. For Dark Choco, I’d say either dye or stress, and for Dark Cacao, either stress or age (though given he’s had them streaks since a young age, stress is probably the more likely option)

I gave Dark Cacao grey eyes, but maybe I should have gone with black instead. Probably more realistic. And for that matter dark eyes probably would have been the better option for Wildberry too. Hm

I admit, I probably should have gone with a lighter red for Hollyberry, Royal Berry and Princess’s hair, but I gave them that shade since I thought Hollyberry would look good with dark red hair

I really didn’t want to draw Hollyberry’s hair, it was a pain. I’d much rather draw it down, but the updo is more accurate to her, so eh

Royal Berry looks like a barber to me

I made Jungleberry and Tiger Lily’s hair black because I feel like it’s a thing for blue to be a substitute for black, like in older movies and such, so I did it the other way around, and also it wouldn’t make sense for either of them to have dyed hair

This was my first time drawing Jungleberry and I quite liked drawing her

Drawing Princess here was what finally got me to understand just what her hairstyle is supposed to be. I know I’ve seen it before, I think in Berserk, but I don’t remember who had it so I can’t show you a picture of what I mean. But I get how her hair works now

Speaking of her hair, I admit, I took liberties with making her hair curly, especially since no one else in her family has visibly curly hair, but to be honest I think I did that because I have dark red coily hair that’s also curly. So I was probably just taking reference from myself. I also share dark brown eyes, but I have no trace of her melanin, I am very pale

I made the red/pink eyes brown since I figured those were the closest colors and a good translation, but I ran into a problem when I realized Jungleberry already has brown eyes. So just shh there, ignore it

I don’t know how dreads work I apologize

In my head Wildberry dyes his hair red because that’s Hollyberry’s hair color, hence why it’s red and not pink

And I think that’s about it. I’ll probably do more of these since this was fun, but I don’t know when or who I’ll do next

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark choco cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #royal berry cookie #jungleberry cookie #princess cookie #tiger lily cookie #wildberry cookie #my art #human cookies

[multiland]

summary: you're used to your friend Wooyoung flirting and teasing you ruthlessly, and he seems to enjoy your failed attempts to play nonchalantly, your stammering and red cheeks to the point of amusement. until one day you get sick of it, and it's not funny anymore.

pairing: Wooyoung x Female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers

warnings: Dom Wooyoung. Wooyoung is dirty, his mouth is dirty, everything he does is dirty. A shit ton of teasing and sexual tension, handjob, blowjob, making out, dirty talk, slight manhandling, fingering, unprotected sex. Wooyoung is terrible, but he does it so well he's extremely hot.

word count: 7k+

a/n: okay not sure if this is good or not, but still, hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Doyeon says, placing her hands on her hips, narrowing eyes trying to focus on you before she gives up and covers them with her hand, protecting herself from the rays of the sun.

You cross your arms over your chest, sighing.

“It is that bad.” You affirm. “So bad it’s causing me inner drama and making the rest of the guys suspicious.”

You’re standing in your school's parking lot, waiting for your best friend to come and pick you up. Having this conversation with your female classmate wasn’t in your plans, but she’s the closest you have to a girl best friend and you were needing desperately to vent. 

“But I thought you said it’s always been that way when it comes to him?” She questions, clearly confused as she tilts her head to the side.

“Yes, but, it’s like- It’s like it’s getting worse.” You explain hopelessly. “He’s always been flirtatious, but it’s crossing the line and I’m having mixed feelings.”

“Maybe he likes you.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head.

“Wooyoung? Like me?” You ask again. “Nah, he’s just… Wooyoung.”

Exactly. Wooyoung. That’s the name of the object of this conversation. One of your close friends, bubbly, funny, and charming in his own way. He’s been in your life for a couple of years now after San introduced the two of you at the library. Loud and way too confident to talk to you as if he had known you for years. He never cares about what people think and it could rub in the wrong way, but being the social butterfly that he is by nature, it didn’t take long before he managed to charm even a loner like you. He's sweet and fun, always making you laugh when you most need to.

He would often facetime you at nights when you had to stay up to work on a project, helping you to get rid of stress and just telling you everything would be fine. He was company when Seonghwa couldn't, he was there to smile at you even on the darkest days. He gets you random stuff he knows you like just because he saw them and thought of you, or let you claw your nails into his bicep whenever you go out to watch some of those scary movies the boys like but you absolutely hate.

He learned your favorite colors and food, is the first one to call you on your birthday when the clock marks midnight, and even decided to read about zodiac signs to try to understand some of your mood swings. He helps you cook or wash the dishes, even making Seonghwa think you'll replace him with Wooyoung at some point.

But that could never happen, cause you can't see Wooyoung the way you see Seonghwa, and your heart hurts, because Wooyoung is so good to you, and so fucking handsome, but everything's just a game to him, and you wish it wasn't, cause you don't wanna play.

He’s very particular, true to himself, and extremely authentic. It was a bit of a shock that he seemed to flirt with anyone anytime, but somehow you did not expect him to do it with you, especially for so long.

You’ve gone through different stages when it comes to this situation. At first, you got extremely flustered, then proceeded to laugh it off, and then you just ignored it. Starting off with small things such as him drinking from the same straw, tucking your hair behind your ear while you spoke, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin when you got messy. It wasn't bad, indeed, you thought it was sweet. It was all good, and you started taking it as part of his personality and not some kind of special treatment.

But not long ago, let’s say, a couple of weeks ago, it started to become worse.

He would move from just flirtatious remarks to light touches, lingering or stolen stares, and invading your personal space with some random clinginess you’re not sure where came from.

It shouldn’t be much of a problem. You could just shove him off and he’d eventually take the hint to stop. The issue is, you don’t ever stop him, because you don’t want to.

Having a crush on a guy like him won’t ever be helpful at all, and you’re well aware of it. That’s exactly the reason why whenever he’s closer to you than to the rest of the people, you feel special even when you know you’re not. Your heart races, your cheeks burn, and your hands sweat. It’s ridiculous, the way you can’t stop your own body from reacting like a high schooler to something you know isn’t more than just playful teasing.

The more he attempts to flirt, the more you feel. And certainly, the more you feel, the more it’s gonna hurt whenever he stops playing around and goes to someone who will really be special.

“Then maybe the problem is you. I mean, I would just push him away or something.” Doyeon shrugs. “Do you like him?”

Your cheeks burn at her question, opening your mouth to admit that yes, you do like him, and you want him in ways no friend should be wanted.

But before any sentence leaves your mouth, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re pulled against what seems to be a strong chest.

With a yelp escaping from your lips and your heart practically in your throat, then you hear it.

“Hi.”

Your eyes widen at Doyeon’s puzzled look before you turn your head and see the man beaming with his face on your shoulder.

“What the fuck, Wooyoung? You scared the hell out of me.” You say, releasing yourself from his hold and slapping his arm. He just chuckles, typical of Wooyoung.

You don’t see her, but Doyeon finally realizes, smirking before saying:

“I’ll go home now! See you on Monday!” 

With a small wave and a wink to your way, she walks away before you can even process the words to reply.

You finally turn to face Wooyoung, and you almost instantly regret it judging by the way the sun glows against his features and make him look like some sort of walking masterpiece, with his tanned skin and his black locks falling over his eyes, yet subtly blowing in the wind. However, you clear your throat before he notices you staring.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Seonghwa?”

“He asked me to pick you up. He had some urgent errands to run, so he let me borrow the car to take you home.” He says, lifting his hand and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes following the simple action as if it was in slow motion, mentally cursing at your heart for jumping in response to something so small. He looks at you, still with that tight-lipped smile that makes his dimple show up. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asks then, a pout forming on his lips.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out of nowhere and almost give me a heart attack.” You say then, averting your gaze from him and hoping your attempts to look uninterested are good enough.

“I’m sorry.” He pouts again. “Come on, I’ll treat you bobba on the way.”

With that, you look back at him and try to hold back a smile, before starting to walk.

“Alright. Move your ass and it better be the big one.”

Wooyoung starts following you then, tucking his hand in his pocket and pulling out the car keys.

Around an hour later, you finally arrive home, carelessly opening the door and tossing your bag over the counter, kicking your shoes off without an ounce of grace. Wooyoung walks right behind you, closing the door before taking off his own shoes. 

“As much as I don’t trust you not to burn my apartment, I have to take a shower. Take a seat and watch tv or something.” You say to him, lifting your hair up in a ponytail and tying it with the headband around your wrist. You glance at the man from over your shoulder, just to find him already looking at you with a cocked brow.

“How am I supposed to burn your apartment while watching tv?”

You hold back a chuckle, shrugging. 

“Knowing you, you’d find a way.”

“Rude.” He says, rolling his eyes. “Go do your thing, I promise I won’t burn down your apartment for now.”

You smile.

“You better.” You add, making your way upstairs to disappear into the bathroom.

The warm water helps you relax instantly. You hum contently as you carefully wash yourself; if you could spend the whole day in the shower, you gladly would.

But you have to pay for water, so much to your disdain, you leave the shower and grab a towel before you notice you forgot to take your clean clothes with you, again.

With a groan, you wrap the towel around you and open the door that leads to your bedroom.

And then you see Wooyoung on your bed, scrolling through social media without a care in the world. And you scream, and that makes him turn his head to look at you.

“What are you doing here?!” You cry out, holding onto the towel tightly. He looks confused, before he notices there’s only a white piece of fabric covering your modesty.

He stifles a laugh.

“Why’d you scream? It’s not like you didn’t know I was here.” He reasons, sitting up and tossing his phone to the side. 

Your cheeks burn, probably tinted in red at the embarrassment. Knowing your voice will leave your throat in a high-pitched tone, you gulp before continuing.

“I told you to stay downstairs! I just got a shower! Did you really think it was a good idea to come to my room?”

Wooyoung shrugs.

“I mean, normal people usually get dressed in the bathroom.” He says. “Calm down, it’s not like you’re naked.”

“Only half!” You whine.

He chuckles.

“That towel looks good on you, by the way.”

“Wooyoung!”

“Fine, fine.” He lifts his hands in surrender, standing up. Your gaze follows his movements, hoping he will just walk out of the room, but instead, he grabs the hem of his shirt and quickly pulls it over his head.

A rush of heat runs throughout your body, pupils blown in surprise at the sight of his naked torso. Sun-kissed and well-built, muscled, delicious.

“What t-”

Your eyes can’t help but roam all over him, until his voice snaps you back.

“Here. Now we’re both half-naked.”

“Oh my god, get out of my room!” You finally say, pushing him to the door. He only laughs out loud, ignoring the way your hands burn at the contact with his soft skin. You finally close the door and lock it, pressing your back against the wooden surface and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Your stomach is flipping around as you bring your hand up to your cheek to touch the overheated flesh, knot in your throat, pulse hammering, and knees wobbly. 

He’s gonna be the death of you.

Time goes by and in a blink of an eye, some of your friends are gathered in your living room, a pile of snacks scattered across the coffee table and the carpeted floor, lights dimmed and a loud movie you’re not really paying attention to is playing in the background.

The awkward encounter you had a couple of hours ago with Wooyoung back in your room keeps replaying in your head. The way his eyes were lit with so much mischief and his bare chest on full display for you to touch, looking so tempting and forbidden at the same time. It shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but it is, and he’s acting as if nothing ever happened and that somehow angers you even more.

Luckily for you, your friends arrived before you had time to face him alone when you exited your room, helping you avoid an even more uncomfortable conversation that you know for a fact he wouldn’t have taken seriously.

He hasn’t stopped, whatsoever, giving you glances in hopes you’d meet his gaze so he can continue teasing you, but since you know him so well, you keep avoiding eye contact despite the feeling of his dark orbs all over you.

Sitting between Seonghwa and Mingi, you feel more at ease, both large frames being enough coverage for you. You’re getting bored, and your head is leaning against Seonghwa’s shoulder. You had promised to scold him as soon as you saw him for putting you into the lion’s cage, but that was long forgotten with all the circus running through your mind.

You don’t realize the way that you absentmindedly scan the room, too deep into your own head as your eyes find their way to the man across the room, who’s sitting on a loveseat with San between his thighs. He looks oddly focused, invested in the movie with seriousness plastered across his face, fingers resting against his chin as you don’t seem able to miss the way the artificial light illuminates every feature, every beauty mark of his. Your eyes then move down to his lips as he presses the tip of his digits against the soft flesh. Your mind goes running, the plumpiness is so inviting, looking as soft and smooth as a marshmallow. Why are you suddenly wishing those weren’t his fingers, but yours instead? Or even worse, why are you wishing those were your own lips?

Your gaze is apparently heavy enough for him to feel it, and he whips his head in your direction. His expression shifts ever so slightly and you notice the way the corners of his lips move upwards. You have been caught staring, and you know he won’t ever let you live this down.

You’re quick to look away and back to the tv screen, clearing your suddenly dry throat as your leg keeps bouncing anxiously.

Your best friend notices, placing his hand on the top of your knee. You move your head away from his shoulder and look at him, his brows are furrowed.

“Why are you so anxious?” He asks in concern, and you wish you could tell him, but you can’t even bring yourself to do it. Not here with everyone, with him around.

You smile, shaking your head.

“It’s nothing, just a cramp.” You lie, and he doesn’t seem to buy it, which only makes you even more anxious, so you stand up. “I’ll go grab something to drink.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

You shake your head, “I’m okay.” You add, walking away and finding shelter in your small kitchen.

You rest your hands against the counter, leaning forward and sighing. You want to pull on your hair and slap yourself back to reality, scold yourself because you can’t be acting so weird for something so small. If only you didn’t like him, if only you hadn’t been fantasizing over him for months, you could’ve just shrugged the whole incident off. Stupid head, stupid hormones, and stupid heart. Stupid Wooyoung with his stupid witty remarks, with his winks and those beautiful piercing eyes that you often lose yourself into. Stupid Park Seonghwa for making you spend time alone with someone so dangerous for both your heart and your body.

You finally stand up straight, moving to the refrigerator and taking different beverages. You place them on the counter, only keeping a can of coke you open and take a swig from.

The door then swings open, and as if life wasn’t playing enough for you, Wooyoung is the one who enters. He runs his fingers through his hair and a subtle smile forms on his face at the sight of you.

“Hey. You good?”

“Hey. Yeah.” You respond, looking down to your feet as you take another swig of your coke. “What brings you here?”

Wooyoung smiles but looks confused, as he stretches his arms over his head. His shirt rides up right at the moment your eyes move to take a glimpse of his tummy. You press them shut and choke on the sweet liquid. The man hurries to gently pat your back.

“You okay? What’s gotten into you?” He chuckles, and you finally stop coughing and place the can on the counter, hand flying to your chest as you try to soothe the uncomfortable feeling.

“Nothing.” You say, clearing your throat. “It went down the wrong way.”

He doesn’t move, though. He stands right next to you, inches apart with one of his hands on the edge of the counter at your right side. He doesn’t speak, just looks down at you, and you have no choice but to look up.

“I see.” He finally mumbles. “You composed yourself rather quickly, though. I wonder how many times you’ve choked.” He adds, moving his other arm and finally caging you. The small of your back presses against the countertop, heart hammering as he leans in, a smirk now plastered on his face.

Your teeth are sinking into your lip so hard it could draw blood, but you’re too dazed to notice until he grabs your chin with his right hand and tugs the flesh out from between your teeth with his thumb. Your eyes stare up at him through your eyelashes, and as if it was even possible, he looks even more beautiful from up close.

“Wooyoung, what are you doing?” You whisper, and he hums.

“Don’t bite your lip, I might think you’re nervous.” He teases. “Your lips seem so soft, they're so pretty it would be a shame if they got bruised… Unless...” He continues, running his thumb over the flesh.

He leans even closer, and you can feel his breath against your mouth, his nose slightly brushing with yours as his taller frame presses against your small one. Your eyes widen at first, breath hitching in your throat at the sudden proximity. You want to say something, anything, but no words come out. Your hands move up to his chest, pushing him away being your intention, however, your fingers only curl onto the fabric of his shirt.

He’s about to kiss you, you can tell by the way his eyes continue moving from your eyes to your lips and back up. You don’t have the will to stop it, and you really think you want it to happen, so you don’t move. But  Instead, he just steps away from you, one of the drinks in hand as he smirks.

“Came here for a drink.” He says, winking.

You look at him in disbelief, cheeks burning hot and blood boiling in your veins. He takes a sip of his drink and you just want to punch him in the face.

“What the fuck.” You mutter through gritted teeth, and he laughs.

“You thought I was really going to kiss you, you should’ve seen your face.” He says, still chuckling as he chugs on his drink. “You panicked.”

You inhale, fists balling at your sides.

“Fuck you.” You spit, moving to walk out of the kitchen, but he stops you with his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You really got mad?”

Looking at him from over your shoulder, you scoff. Because you wish he would’ve really kissed you.

“You’re an idiot, that’s what’s wrong.” You say, shrugging his hand away and going back to the living room.

You plop yourself not so subtly back on your seat, Seonghwa’s eyes flying to you.

“Why did it take you so long? Where are the drinks?”

Fuck, you totally forgot.

You’re about to answer, but then Wooyoung appears in the room with all the drinks.

“Here.” He says, handing one to Seonghwa as he looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, so he proceeds to give the rest of the drinks to the rest of the boys before he sits back on the loveseat.

“Hwa.” You call, your best friend turning his head to look at you. “Next time, send San to pick me up.”

His brows furrow once again, but sensing your discomfort he decides not to push and keep quiet. He’s no stranger to the dynamic between you and Wooyoung, practically used to you getting annoyed, what he’s really oblivious to this time, though, is how serious your feelings are this once.

Around midnight the movie is over, the lights are on and the boys are diligently cleaning up the mess before they leave. You’re washing the dishes in the kitchen, with San by your side telling you about his day, and you smile because you really needed someone to get you out of your head.

You haven’t spoken with Wooyoung, and he’s sitting at the dining table with his phone in hand as you ignore his presence. But then San goes back to the living room to see if they need more help, and you’re left alone with him again.

You hope he takes the hint and doesn’t approach, as you try to focus on the task at hand. 

But you should’ve known that’s not how Wooyoung works.

He stands up from the seat and walks towards you, leaning his back against the counter. You don’t say anything, but feel his eyes on you right away.

“Are you still mad?” He asks, you don’t respond, which makes him sigh. “I was just messing around.”

“Whatever.”

“Seriously, why are you so angry? It’s not the first time I play with you like this.”

You keep quiet for a brief moment, collecting your thoughts before you finally speak, still not looking at him.

“Have you ever stopped to think for a second and consider that maybe people don’t want to play that kind of game with you?”

He frowns, ready to speak when you finish with the dishes and dry your hands with a towel, but that’s right when Seonghwa walks in.

“Okay, I made sure everything was left clean.” He says, walking to you and draping his arm around your shoulders, side hugging you. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

“Other than a good sleep? No, I’m good, Hwa.”

Seonghwa nods, then looks at Wooyoung.

“Then let’s go, Woo.” He says. “Where did you put the keys?”

“Counter next to the entrance.” Wooyoung says, eyes still glued to the side of your face in hopes you’ll look back at him. “Go ahead, I’ll take an uber after.”

“You don’t have to.” You’re quick to say, turning your head to glare at him.

Seonghwa, now puzzled, senses the tension between the two of you and asks.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You glare at Wooyoung again, and Seonghwa is now even more confused.

“We just need to talk about some stuff.” Wooyoung addresses, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, we don’t.” You retort.

Seonghwa watches the two of you contradicting each other, looking at you.

“Is this why you asked me to send San instead next time?”

Wooyoung snaps his head in your direction, expression filled with disbelief.

“You did what?”

Seonghwa’s eyes fix on the younger male, a stern expression on his face.

“What did you do, Wooyoung?”

“I—” He begins, but you cut him off.

“It’s nothing, Hwa. Really. He’s just being annoying and I’m not in the mood.”

Wooyoung keeps staring at you as you speak, then Seonghwa continues.

“Then let’s go, Woo. Leave her alone for now.”

Wooyoung shakes his head.

“Hyung, I already told you. Please go ahead.”

Seonghwa looks at you then, waiting for approval. You glance at Wooyoung and his pleading look, then sigh.

“It’s okay, Hwa.”

The eldest sighs then nods.

“Stop bugging her, Wooyoung. If she tells me you continued, I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” He warns, moving towards you and wrapping you in a hug that you immediately reciprocate, burying your face in his chest and smiling. “Take care, call me if you need anything.” He says with a soft smile. “And I mean, anything.” He adds, glaring at Wooyoung.

You nod and pull back from his arms. He pats Wooyoung on the shoulder and finally walks out of the kitchen.

Everything stays quiet for a moment, the tension between you and your friend way too thick until you hear the front door slam closed, sighing and exiting the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind you.

“Did you really tell Seonghwa hyung you didn’t want me to pick you up?” Wooyoung asks without hesitance, as you take a sit on the couch, not saying a word. “Was it because of what happened earlier in your room? Or was it because of what happened in the kitchen?” He insists, taking the free spot next to yours, body in your direction as you keep staring ahead.

“It’s everything, Woo.” You finally speak. “It’s the way you can’t seem to stop with your stupid games.”

Wooyoung sighs, rubbing his hands over his jeans in what looks like wiping of sweat.

“Look, I never thought I’d make you upset. We’ve always had this kind of dynamic and I thought you were oka—”

“Well, you need to stop or one day someone is going to think you like them and catch feelings.”

His face twists in confusion.

“What?”

You take a deep breath, finally moving your body to fully face him, your eyes stern.

“You just can’t be flirting and fooling around with everyone and get touchy and almost kiss people. It’s not a fun game and you can actually hurt feelings.”

Wooyoung processes your words briefly, then says:

“Is that your case?”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“See? No point in having this conversation. You can’t be serious for five seconds or take my words seriously. You sure as fuck know how to push my buttons.” 

You try to stand up, but yelp at the sudden way he clasps his hand around your wrist and pulls you down.

“I’m not done talking.” He says, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. “I’m being serious now. Is that your case?”

“That’s not the point!” You retaliate, shoving his hand away from your face. “What do you care if it’s the case or not? You can’t play with people’s minds like that and not expect there to be consequences, I wish you would understand that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because at first, I tried to ignore it. Think this was part of your personality!” You sigh, running your hands across your face. “But then it got worse and I got confused!"

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you’re my friend above anything.”

“I just wish you would stop acting like that.” You blurt out, instant regret washing over you at the loud and unbearable silence. He hasn’t even flinched, his piercing gaze just continues to be glued to your face. "I wish you would stop being so inconsiderate of my feelings, I wish you'd stop pretending you're gonna do something when you won't. To stop giving me everything and nothing at the same time. You don't even like me that way."

“Who said I don’t?”

“Woo, I’ve seen you around people.” 

“So you automatically assume that because I like teasing I get touchy and this close with just anyone?”

You shrug.

“It’s hard not to think so.” You admit.

Wooyoung keeps silent, and your eyes search for him until you notice the way he’s holding back a smile. You frown then, annoyed.

“I also wish you would fucking take me seriously.” You whine.

“You’re just too cute.” He chuckles, cupping your face with his large hands, and rubbing your cheeks with his thumb before planting a kiss on your forehead. You freeze, heart thumping and skin bristling at the sudden action. “I’ve just been trying to get you to make a move, sweetie.” He snickers. “At first I thought you weren't into me, but I knew better when you started getting shy and clumsy whenever I teased you.”

You push back and look at him in confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“You really thought I would cross the boundaries if I didn’t want you for real?” He asks, placing both hands on your waist and pulling you against him, arms later moving to wrap around your frame and press your body to his. He smirks, lifting one hand to run his fingers through your hair, pushing it back carefully. “Silly baby, if only you knew how cute you are in my eyes. I thought I liked it when you played tough and tried to blow me off, but I like it even more when you react to me.”

Your fingers once again curl in his shirt, faces so close yet so far from one another. His scent is hypnotizing, the sweetness of his cologne sending you to a frenzy right away. His words make you shiver, and you’re sure if you weren’t sitting right now, you would’ve lost your balance.

“What are you—” 

He chuckles again, eyes moving as his fingers dance from your cheek to your jaw, to your neck then to your shoulder, then slowly running downwards along your arm. He notices the shivers his touch elicits, and his eyes go back to yours, darker and mischievous.

And god, is he beautiful.

“Your skin is so smooth and soft, I just can’t stop thinking about running my mouth all over it.” He mutters as his hand finally reaches your waist. You whimper when his fingers dig on your skin, looking down between your bodies and then looking up just to find him biting his lower lip. Your temperature is dangerously increasing, your underwear becoming sticky with the lightest touches and just a couple of words from his mouth. Pathetic. “I thought I had been obvious all this time, but you still managed to get me wrong.” He smiles, leaning forward to brush his cheek against yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and sending waves of electricity throughout your limbs. “My eyes were instantly drawn to you since the first day, surrendering to your feet, with that vanilla smell in your hair, those pink lips, and the sweet way they move whenever you speak.” He continues, his hot breath traveling down your neck as he places soft kisses along the column of it, and at the top of your shoulder. “Then I got to know you, and you got me wrapped around your little finger.” He hums, slightly pushing back and holding at your chin to make you look into his hooded eyes. “What do you think about when you're alone, hm? Is it me?”

You consider pushing back and questioning him about everything, the insecurity and doubts wanting to find a spot in your brain that’s now too drunk on him to even let them in. So you close your eyes and sigh as his lips run over your earlobe and right below.

“Yes.” You mumble. “I’ve wanted you so much all this time.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, placing another soft kiss on your cheek before pushing back just enough to look into your eyes.

"You wanted to kiss me so bad you got mad when I pulled back, baby?" He asks now, a teasing tone still lingering in his voice. He brushes his thumb against your lower lip, his tongue darting out to wet his own.

You pout, looking at him through your lashes once again, melting his heart. "Yes." You confess.

He smiles, his teeth slightly grazing his lower lip. "We can't let you be upset about that, now can we?" He mumbles before he leans in to finally kiss you, and you feel like your brain could explode in pure ecstasy, knowing you're finally having what you've dreamed about for a long time. His lips mold with yours deliciously, tongues meeting for the first time and sending shivers down your spine, taking your breath away. You can feel your pulse hammering in your ears, your stomach flipping, your body setting aflame.

When he moves back, still lazily brushing his lips over the corner of your mouth and jaw, he goes: “I think about you so much, always missing you. How can you think I don’t like you?” He asks, pressing his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. “How could that be possible…” He trails off, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his crotch, pressing your palm against his hard erection. “When this is what you do to me with so little?”

You gasp at the feeling, applying slight pressure and making him groan. At this point, there’s a mess between your legs, throbbing, clenching around nothing. As if on cue, he places his hand on your exposed thigh, moving it up slowly.

“Fuck, Wooyoung.”

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, touch me.”

Wooyoung lets out a breathy chuckle, sliding his hand up and up until it finds purchase on your clothed core. He presses his slender fingers against the fabric, and you’re quick to mewl. 

“Here?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

He hums, rubbing up and down. It’s nowhere near what you’d feel without all the fabric, but it still feels delicious.

“I will give you what you want.” He says, planting a kiss on your jaw. “But after you make it up to me.”

He pushes back and you suddenly feel cold and confused. Furrowing your brows you look at him questioningly.

“Wait, what?”

He smiles and moves to sit straight and press his back against the couch. His legs spread, hands on his sides.

“You made me think I had fucked up and I felt guilty.” He says. “If you want me to touch you, then make it up to me.”

Your eyes flick from his face to between his legs. Gulping, you feel nervousness embracing you.

“I— uh, how?”

Wooyoung chuckles.

“Well, you could start by touching me, silly.” He responds, motioning with his head for you to move.

Hesitant, you move to sit on your ankles, lifting your hands to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. With a lift of his hips, he helps you push them down along with his underwear before his cock finally springs free, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his tip, leaking beads of pre-cum. You smear it down with your finger, hand wrapping around his shaft to start pumping. His muscles tense, and subtle grunts fall from his mouth. Your wrist twists, holding onto him tightly and applying pressure as you go up and down, slowly increasing the movements.

He starts cursing under his breath, and you notice the way his fingers are digging onto the cushions. You start feeling more and more aroused by the way he reacts to you, powerful, taking control. You’re suddenly not shy anymore as you grab his face with your free hand and make him look at you.

“Feels good?” You ask, and he chuckles breathlessly.

“Mhmm.” He smirks. “So good.”

Your change your hand to be able to play with his balls, which makes him moan right away. You smile, adoring his fucked out expression. More pre-cum leaking from his tip, you take advantage of the moment he looks at you to run your finger over it and bring it to your lips, pressing his arousal against your tongue.

His lips curve into a smirk.

“Fucking dirty.” He says. “Let me see.”

You stick your tongue out, and he can see the glistening of pre-cum you haven’t swallowed yet. But right before you can, his hand flies to your chin and he sits up, leaning forward and pressing his tongue against yours, followed by a kiss you were not expecting. You moan against his mouth at the idea of him tasting himself on you, and your grip on him only tightens, catching up speed. He breaks the kiss and pulls back to pant, moans, and curses filling the room before he grabs your wrist and halts your movements.

You look confused when he stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room joined by his pants.

“Undress and lay down.” He orders, stroking his length lazily as you obey. His eyes follow every movement, devouring you with his gaze until you’re finally laying down on the couch. “Good girl. Now I’m gonna hover over you, and you’re gonna do what I ask you to, yeah?”

“Yes.”

He straddles you then, one knee on top of the sofa at your side and the other leg stretched and supporting his body weight on the floor. He runs his fingers once again through your hair, smiling sweetly at you.

“Are you okay with this? Please, let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything.”

You smile, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m okay, Woo. I want this.”

“Good.”

He moves a little further up, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other one placed on the armrest. He looks down at you and smirks, you smirk back, dying to touch him. You could swear you’ve never seen something so erotic and delicious in your life.

“Lick.” He says. At first, you think he means his cock, but when he doesn’t move his hand away you know he means his balls, so you do what he says. You stick your tongue out again and lick a long strip, kissing and playing with them. Wooyoung gasps at the contact of your wet muscle, hips rocking and grinding onto your mouth. You close your eyes and enjoy, testing the waters and sucking as well, which gifts you with a long moan from his lips. “Fuck, you’re so good. Such a filthy girl, sucking my balls so eagerly, hm?” He says, pumping his cock at the rhythm of your tongue, the slick sounds that emanate from the movements of his fist, probably coating his own hand with his arousal as he uses it as a lube is making your head spin, so you moan against him. His breath is labored as he continues moving, having your tongue all over his skin and your mouth encasing his sensitive nutsack. He leans back just enough to swipe his finger between your folds, making you moan once again.

“Fuck, fuck, Woo.” You cry out when he applies pressure on your clit, rubbing circles as you try to continue your ministrations. It's salacious, filthy the way you're so wet it can make such loud sounds, embarrassing, but he adores it.

“So wet and warm for me.” He hisses. “Did you get so riled up over our little argument and a few touches?" He chuckles breathlessly. "Can’t wait to be inside you, baby, I'm gonna slide in and out with so much ease, my cock is going to drown in you.” 

He shifts position, tapping your mouth with the head of his cock. You stick it out for him, and he starts rocking his hips to rub his tip against your tongue for a moment, finally sliding his cock fully into your mouth.

You do your best to breathe through your nose as he slowly reaches the back of your throat. You gag, he pulls back, then goes back in, gently fucking your face with his dick.

“I knew you’d sound good choking on my cock.” He grunts as you swirl your tongue around his cock, hands still playing with his balls as you do so. He sucks a breath and continues cursing, praising you under his breath as you focus on his girth and his protruding veins.

"So big, such a yummy cock, Woo."

"You have such a dirty mouth, huh? Using it like you mean it."

His fingers are still rubbing your clit and you feel the knot in your stomach already forming your climax approaching. Your moans around his length only drive him closer to the edge, one final curse from his mouth before he pulls away from you, edging the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when you sit up, the back of your hand wiping the drool from your chin. Wooyoung says nothing, instead grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up his shoulder. You squeak as he takes you to your bedroom.

Closing the door with his foot, he throws you on the bed, climbing to hover over you, both hands at the sides of your head as he looks into your eyes.

“Would never fuck you on a couch for the first time, sweetheart.” He says, and you roll your eyes, chuckling.

He leans down, connecting your lips to a real kiss. You kiss him back eagerly, the feeling even better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your hands fly to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his black locks as his right hand cups your cheek, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, wanting to feel him even closer to you as his tongue continuously presses on yours. He grinds down on you, and you feel his hard cock against your stomach before he moves his hand down between your legs, not wasting time before he slides two digits inside you. You break the kiss with a moan, head thrown back that makes him start kissing on your neck, tongue lapping onto your burning skin, lips brushing up and down, along with light sucks.

He starts scissoring his fingers, pumping them in and out of you before twisting his wrist to curl his fingers and reach the spot that soon has you rolling your eyes back.

“Fuck, Woo, don’t stop, p-please.” You say, hands clawing onto his biceps. You feel his smirk against your skin as he increases his movements enough to have you begging for more with cries of his name.

“So tight, look at you losing it over just my fingers.” He mocks in between kisses. “How many times have you gotten off thinking of me, baby? Did you cry out my name like this?”

You nod, too fucked up to trust your own voice. He chuckles as he leaves kisses across your body, going lower, and lower until you feel his lips around your clit. Your eyes shot open, looking down at him, who’s already looking up at you as his merciless tongue flicks against your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” You mewl, back arching and hand flying down to grab a fistful of his hair. Your hips move on autopilot, grinding against his face as your thighs threaten to close around his head. Wooyoung is quick to spread you open again without stopping, and soon you��re breaking down, your first orgasm washing over you.

He rides you through it until you’re too sensitive and have to push his head back. He sits up and smirks, chin coated in your juices that he wipes with the back of his hand.

“So tasty.”

You place your hands behind his head and pull him into a hot, sloppy kiss.

“Please fuck me.” You mumble against his mouth, hand moving down to squeeze his cock. 

“Fuck.” He grunts. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

You shake your head.

“I’m on birth control. I trust you.”

Wooyoung looks at you for a moment, a sweet smile that can’t compare to his previous smirks full of mischief adorns his face before he goes down to kiss you again.

He lines himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. You groan, and so does he, breaking away from the kiss due to the urge to throw his head back. 

You can’t help but stare at him as he starts moving, hands holding onto your waist, veiny arms flexing under the dim lights. His tanned skin is covered in sweat that glistens as much as the chain hanging from his neck. The sound of skin slapping and moans harmonize the quiet room.

His hand moves to cup one of your breasts, thumb flicking the perked nipple. You’re in a daze, and you need more of him despite having him all to yourself, so you place your hands on his shoulders and pull him against you, wrapping your arms around him, digging your nails in his back, and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as you kiss his neck, lips and tongue running across his skin, leaving traces he will be able to see tomorrow. Wooyoung is losing his mind, the feeling of your warm walls engulfing him almost unbearable in the best sense of the word. The sounds you make are exquisite, and when he feels your nails scratching his back in pleasure when you start clenching around him so tightly, he’s pushed even closer to the edge.

“Ah, fuck baby. You’re taking me so well.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “So crazy about you and the way you squeeze me. My pretty little thing, made just for me.”

His movements increase, hips snapping in hard motions when he finally reaches down to rub circles against your already sensitive clit. You cry out, clinging onto him for dear life as another orgasm approaches. Your walls spasming, clenching around Wooyoung so hard he feels he could burst a nut. Your fingers run up to tangle again in his hair, pulling at the roots as you moan against his ear. 

He goes feral, moans getting louder when he finally reaches his climax, and you reach yours. His hips continue snapping furiously as he shots his seed inside of you, riding the two of you out of your orgasms, chanting the other's name.

He pulls out of you, hands moving to support his weight at the sides of your head. The two of you try then to catch your breaths, your eyes glued to his post-orgasmic glory, mind numb as your mouth speaks on its own.

“I love you so much. I think I might be in love with you.”

Wooyoung looks up at you when you say that, and you think you may have ruined the moment. You want to take it back, but you know you can’t. Should you apologize?

His expression softens, and a small smile appears. He cups your face in his hand, leaning down to kiss you.

This kiss, however, is different. It’s soft, it’s sweet. This kiss is slow, he takes his time in making your heart swell. His fingers caress your face so gently you could cry, and then you know he doesn’t really need to say the words back for you to know how he feels.

But he does.

“I love you too, baby. And I’m definitely in love with you.”

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[preservationofnormalcy]

[I am in a nature preserve in rural Louisiana. A small ranger station-like structure in the middle of the wetlands welcomes me through chain link fences as my driver signals his approach, and as I exit my vehicle, a man steps out of the station.

He is heavy-set, tall, a little overweight but in that working-man sort of way where his strength is evident. He’s wearing a white labcoat over a colorful shirt and jeans, with messy hair and old school mutton chops. I can’t decide if he’s going for a vintage look or just doesn’t want to deal with his facial hair. Huge hands clap together once as I walk up to the building, and he smiles.]

Meghan] Mr McCollough?

Jethro] Please, please ma’am, call me Jethro. Please, come in.

[The first room seems typical of what I would expect a station in the middle of the swamplands to look - a cot, couches, radios and locked long glass-paneled cabinets with guns. A large metal door on one end leads me into the next room, and this one is different. Computers, rows and rows of filing cabinets, and haphazard piles of paperwork on a laboratory benchtop that yield to clean, colored tape-zoned areas holding glassware, boxes of “Vacutainer” tubes, plastic racks. A well-used benchtop centrifuge in the sun-bleached cream and baby blue colors of equipment from the 80s holds tubes of separated liquid – clear on top, a strip of white, and deep red at the bottom. Another metal door on the opposite side leads further into the building. He gestures to a somewhat empty table with a chair on either side.

Jethro’s accent is slight but noticeable, quiet but gregarious. He doesn’t sit yet, but fumbles with a kettle and a hot plate.]

J] Don’t get many visitors out here. Pardon the mess. Tea?

M] Oh. Please, actually.

J] Yes, ma’am. The people above my head tell me you’re here to ask questions.

M] That’s right. I saw the, uh… immunization posters in the Virginia site I toured.

J] Oh, sure. That’s been routine for decades, now. Since they were developed in the 50s. Lots of progress, of course, but always lots to do. Half the issue’s the paperwork, you know. But, uh, yeah.

M] Does everyone get immunized?

J] If I had my way, yes. That’d be the right way to do it. But no, it’s only really required for so-called high risk zones, that’s what they decided.

[He gives me a wry smile over his shoulder.]

J] This here’s a high risk zone, ma’am. But…you won’t be here long enough for it to matter.

M] …here’s hoping. Umm. I had a list of questions.

J] Top of the list is probably “Jesus H, they’re real?”

[He laughs briefly at his own joke.]

M] …my work is more about the efficacy and efficiency of the Office’s divisions, departments, and programs. But yeah, kind of.

[He pours the hot water into two teacups, and hands me one, sitting on the opposite side of the table. His cup looks comically small in his large hands.]

J] Get the feeling you’ll be asking that a lot in the next months.

M] I do too. Let me see… what is the objective of the… Abnormal Virology Department?

J] So our mission statement is about the research, control, and prevention of diseases – viral diseases specifically, but other stuff comes up, but y’know, that’s another story – uh, diseases that fall outside the Office’s definition of “normal,” and our big goals hopefully are curative or preventative treatments for those diseases. It’s a tall order.

M] And… lycanthropy is a virus, like the flu?

J] I mean, as much as any virus is like another. Each one’s unique, even the flu subtypes, but yeah. If I may use some jargon,

[He pauses with a hint of eagerness for affirmation before continuing.]

J] It's a lysogenic virus, so if you get infected, it integrates into the host genome, more like, uh, I guess herpesvirus is one most people would know. Once you get it, you got it for life because it hides in your DNA. Like herpesviruses too, you have lytic phases too, where it becomes active again, it emerges out of the genome based on cues from environmental pressures or host conditions. Like the phase of the moon, you know, which is kind of unique. When it’s not actively causing disease, when it’s just sitting in your genome at these sequence specific integration sites across the chromosomes, it also screws with normal gene regulation. The sites it sits down, you get dysregulation of normal transcription, you start growing more body hair, eyes change color. Where the virus integrates is a little different across host genetic backgrounds, think like ancestries; do you know SNPs?

[He clears his throat.]

Anyway, that lysogenic, passive phase is why we need the boosters, it’s laying low, immune cells don’t see anything to protect against, and it preferentially hides out in memory B cells, some lymphocytes, and that also kind of messes up a normal immune response. Which is why you have the immunoglobulin in the shot too, but that’s getting into the weeds. Because if you don’t have a way for the immune system to stop it quickly when it decides to jump out of the genome again, then, of course, you have the active phase, which… you can guess about that.

M] How successful would you say the treatments are?

J] It’s pretty good, especially given this stuff is almost the same as we were using mid-century. If you have a healthy immune system, if you’re vaccinated at least a few weeks before exposure, so you have your standard immune repertoire ready to go, and then they’re exposed – assuming the inoculum isn’t, you know, that can be pretty high sometimes – then they probably won’t “catch it,” so to speak, it’s neutralized and doesn’t integrate into the genome, so you don’t have a permanent case of it. We can also suppress symptoms with treatments for those with especially bad cases. Treatment’s kinda heavy, with the administration and the side effects; not like you’re just popping a pill under your tongue; but once it’s taken hold, there’s no, uh, no real cure.

[Jethro is quiet for a moment, taking a glance out the window as he drinks.]

J] … listen, ma’am. I’m biased. I got a personal stake in all this. I’m kind of a lab guy, sure, but sometimes I go out there and actually… you know. I’m the boots on the ground here too. And I don’t carry the big guns like the guys in Security do, no, I’m here giving out shots to kids and families. There’s communities in this country, whole towns out in the swamps or up in the hollers that are majority-infected. They live with it, they make do. And they have a chance at that, at life, because of us. Hard to quantify, of course. If you’re looking for hard numbers, I can try and find ‘em–

[He gestures to the filing cabinets.]

J] If you got a week or two.

M] We can… coordinate records later. But we’ve successfully eradicated things like… you know, smallpox. Can we eradicate things like lycanthropy?

[He gives me a strange, wary look and picks up a plastic knife from the table, oddly stirring his drink. I take a sip of mine.]

J] I’d be careful, talking like that. Lotta people don’t just think they’re sick, they- we’re talking about people. People with a condition, sure, but the minute you start talking about eradicating is when we start having camps again.

M] … again?

J] There’s rural areas in this country that the Office hasn’t been in for decades. We aren’t welcome.

M] Can I ask what happened?

[Jethro takes a deep breath.]

J] In ‘55, the United States rolled out its polio vaccine program. Of course, the Office used the infrastructure, hustle and bustle of the whole thing as a cover for our own lycanthropic treatment programs. We, and when I say “we,” I mean the Office in general of course. I wasn’t even a pup then. But a couple Office research groups, the Wagner lab, they’d done deep research into the condition, validated a few hypotheses, and they were ready to pilot the production of a vaccine. They just needed plasma. From infected hosts.

M] … I think I see.

J] Yeah. Yeah, back then infected folks were basically ignored unless they were in legal trouble. Legal personhood hadn't been extended to lycanthropes yet.

M] Legal personhood?

J] Ask Ferd about that when you get back to Virginia. Unfortunately, that plasma was taken from… people who didn’t volunteer. Inmates at first, murderers. But scaling up collection, then it came from people who stole some cows, and then people who were even just accused of things. When the Wagner people showed the shot was actually working, the Office needed a lot more to even think about rolling it out everywhere it was needed, and people weren’t really volunteering, so…

[He sighs.]

J] We shouldn’t have been surprised when a lot of communities then rejected us after that. Word travels fast, and the symbol–

[He taps the OPN crest on his badge.]

J] –became the mark of the Beast. Figuratively. It’s been decades getting to the point where we can help people, and pardon my bragging, ma’am, but it’s people like me who are the reason why we can. Part scientist, part… social worker, I guess.

[The phone rings, and Jethro slides over on his rolling chair to answer it. He seems immediately worried, and after a moment of conversation he hangs up and rubs his face.]

J] Real sorry ma’am, gonna have to cut this short. I know you had a long trip. Maybe I can meet you somewhere that ain’t so out of the way.

M] Oh. That’s okay, Jethro. Um. How’s next Saturday?

[He rolls over to a calendar on the wall. July 2021.]

J] No… no, I’ll be needing a day or two off ‘round then. For the… weather.

M] …I think I see. I’ll call you, we can finish over the phone.

J] Probably for the best, ma’am. If you’ll excuse me, I got an emergency downstate. Small outbreak just confirmed, got some of that social work to do.

M] Should I be worried?

[He grins, throwing his labcoat onto a chair and pulling a dirty jumpsuit out of a pile.]

J] Hell no, ma’am. We’re professionals. Ain’t gonna be any rowdy gators causing any trouble.

M] …gat–

J] I trust you’ll see yourself out, ma’am.

(Buy the poster here!)

#HUGE thanks to my good friend for editing the virology stuff #and giving his perspective #office for the preservation of normalcy #werewolves #lycanthropy #lycanthrope #interview

[fillinforlater]

Helping my divine friend with something although she could help herself because I’m such a nice guy but I really misjudged things and now they go wrong

Male Reader x Jeon Jiwoo

Length: 3515 words

Tags: experimental sex, Jiwoo wants it all, goddess!Jiwoo, awkward sex, 69, riding, overstimulation, there is a lot of pressure on you btw, missionary, creampie, heavy orgasm, a reference no one will get, seriously if you get the reference I'll buy you a cookie, technically virgin sex, the background switches a couple of times, tit sucking, you might crack a smile at times, pussy eating, sexpert!you / playful!Jiwoo

TW: I edited this... but it still is chaos deluxe, so beware

Inspiration: the ideas/pic send by @existslikepristin

Credit: @existslikepristin for submitting a crazy good request!

(A/N: I had fun writing this chaos and I hope you have some fun reading it. Jiwoo of Kard was definitely not on my mind, so it was fun seeing her submitted. Go Kard!)

“I need your help with something.”

You quickly turn your head to the far end of your bed. There she is again, this time with silver hair and a red dress that loosely covers the most intimate parts of her body, but leaves a lot of room for her pale skin to shine through. Today she overdid it though. In your humble opinion, her marble colored skin looks like a newly printed sheet of paper you can write on, and those large, obsidian earrings give off a ridiculous contrast to all the white. 

“Why the fuck do you need my help?” you sigh.

Your question is absolutely warranted. Jiwoo, like a lot of the friends you manifested in your time in solitude, is a Goddess, with power beyond the known natural barriers. Unlike the strong Matthew, the clever Somin or crazy J, all elaborate figments of your imagination, she seemingly has no limits. To your knowledge, she can do anything, thus there is no need to ask you for help.

“Well,” Jiwoo explains herself while your focus shifts back to the magazine in your hands, “it’s an activity that needs at least two. Can’t have sex alone, you know?”

You furrow your eyebrows. but force yourself not to look back up again. Jiwoo saying weird things is nothing new to you at this point. Most of the time, she is just playing pranks on you. She knows that the word ‘sex’ should get a reaction out of you, no matter the context, but you won’t give her this victory. Defying this Goddess has been a daily activity for you since Jiwoo decided to become proactive in your lazy life.

“Not really,” you respond with a deep breath. “You can have sex on your own. Go masturbate or get a dildo or two, no need for me to be around.”

“But I already did that!” Jiwoo blurts out and tears away the magazine. She leans towards you, face to face. You can’t avoid her diamond eyes, mostly because you don’t want to stare down the deity’s cleavage. 

“It’s boring, I want to try something new.”

Now you’re really surprised. 

“Wait, you never had sex before? Like with another person?”

“Nope,” Jiwoo shakes her head and straightens her posture again, “Too busy.”

“Too busy doing what?” you ask and immediately regret it. The more attention you give her now, the more likely it is for her not to go away and leave you alone.

“Too busy testing every ice cream flavor and comparing them. Shit, there are so many of them.”

You stare at her, disappointed, confused, annoyed. Jiwoo notices. With quick blinks she tries to make her eyes appear puppy-like, but even through divine powers she could never pull it off. Something about her appearance is always so-not-cute, which is a bummer because cute girls are your type. 

“Something inside me—” you sigh and carelessly throw the magazine over your shoulder, “—can kinda relate, but at the same time, like, just go out now. I don’t see you eating ice cream now, so you can just seduce some guy at a bar or even offer yourself. No need for me to do it.”

“So you’re saying I should prostitute myself?” Jiwoo acts infuriated, a theatrical hand on her chest, “What if I catch a disease, you bastard!”

“For fuck sake, as if you need to worry about that.”

“But I just want to do it with someone I know.”

“Me? Why?”

“Stop asking questions!” Jiwoo shouts and shoves you down to your bed. Her eyes turn white in fury, maybe you have stretched her patience a bit too far. If you are honest to yourself, you don’t really have a good reason to reject her. You don’t want to? Well yes, but actually no. Even inhibitions because she is something extraterrestrial would usually not keep you from getting laid (not like it happens all of the time, you don’t get busy with humans that often either). Maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk the friendship? Were you always this complicated?

“Okay fine, fine, I’ll do it,” you sigh and Jiwoo’s face lights up.

“Awesome! I want to try a lot of things, so we should get started.” 

Jiwoo smiles brightly. Her red leather clothes glow for a second before they disappear and she stands before you fully nude. Turn your head to the side to hide your blush. She has no clue.

“Slow down, slow down. Dammit, Jiwoo, I still don’t know what you want to try—”

“Everything.”

You glare back at her—her tits, nice handfuls—her face, actually, you wouldn’t get distracted by—tits, they look very soft—pinchable cheeks, no red on them at all. She lacks any embarrassment.

“W-well,” you stammer, eye contact fragile, impossible even, “there are so many things you c-can do during sex o-or with the partner, we won’t be able to do them all. I-I could walk you through like a basic routine?”

“Aw, but only if we do the rest later, ‘kay?”

Another attempt at puppy eyes, but this time you don’t even notice them. The surprisingly dark areolae around Jiwoo’s nipples is a lot better at getting your attention than whatever her eye color is right now.

“F-fine. No need to roleplay romantic stuff so uhm let’s just get to oral, so we can learn, I mean you can learn some stuff, uhm.” 

Words have never been this hard to find, formulate, fuck, you can’t even swallow properly. This woman really is without shame. She snaps her fingers and your clothes disappear in a beam of light as well. Speaking of light, the entire room becomes a lot brighter from seemingly nowhere. You try to find the source but all you find is Jiwoo’s ass as she playfully spins around.

“I created some extra light so I can see all things properly. No need to search for your shadow, there is none.”

She says it so casually, like she is insane. The insane one however is you. You nod like a brainless idiot like you didn’t have any reservations about this beforehand. It’s too late to turn back now.

“Let’s start, uhm, with uhhhh, a 69 position. Basically—” you hesitate for a moment and look intently at Jiwoo’s cleanly shaven slit, “—I lay down and you get on top of me. Your face is at my crotch and you, like, do the same. Viceversa."

“Oh, okay~”

The two of you get into position. You feel your hardening shaft rub over Jiwoo’s soft cheek and her thick, almost trunky thighs press on your own cheek. The all-encompassing light works wonders, you can easily see everything about Jiwoo’s pussy, although she is definitely too eager at making your face meet her crotch. 

“Now what?” Jiwoo asks and stares at your cock.

“Take it into your mouth and suck on it. In the meantime, I, uhm, do basically the same with your vagina. This way we can both give oral pleasure, like with our mouths.”

“Ah, I see! And it looks like a six on top of nine!”

Jiwoo’s excitement is unbridled. Right after she blurts out her discovery, she takes your cock into her mouth and nibbles on it. Sharp teeth come dangerously close to digging into the delicate skin of your most holy scepter. You scream.

“No teeth, no chewing! Jiwoo, never do that, it hurts, fuck!”

“Chill, chill, I’m sorry,” she blurts out, dick still on her tongue. “So no teeth?”

“Please, yes, no teeth. Just tongue and—fuck, oh fuck!”

Before you can finish your explanation, Jiwoo takes most of your sensitive cock in her mouth, violently choking on it while her tongue runs sloppy circles around the shaft. The indescribable pleasure of her sudden blowjob only lasts a couple of seconds though, because her gags become too dangerously strong. Jiwoo almost releases more than just your cock from her mouth. New discovery: Goddesses have a gag reflex.

“You, you can take it slower,” you breathlessly say, while putting your tongue on her labia. “Like this. Slow licks, careful sucking.”

“Hm, oh wow, that feels good.” Jiwoo begins to quietly moan and lowers her pussy further down on your tongue. “I thought sex was very quick and hard and all that.”

“It can be, but this feels good too, right?” you say with a witty smirk and lick on her clit. 

“Oh fuck! I see, I see, fuck, shit, fuck.” Jiwoo continues to curse as she uses the newly learned lesson on the tip of your cock. Her delicate tongue puts pressure on the underside of your tip, then she drags it over and under your cock head. You hiss and gently spread her pussy lips to suck everything from clit to ass.

“Hng, ah fuck! I understand why you humans curse during sex. It feels so fucking good.”

You giggle. Jiwoo’s pussy is now pinning you to the mattress, but you’re not going to complain. It’s an amazing labia, pink, and the juice is tasty. More and more is coming out and you decide to probe into her with your tongue. The first time her insides get spread by non-plastic makes Jiwoo scream with your cock in her mouth.

“Fak, feef fo gout.”

You start to tongue fuck her. 

“So goouuut!

“I wan somsin big—bigger!” 

Your cock pops free from her lips and she gets off of your face, spotted with tiny droplets of her juice. Jiwoo stands above you, confused, needy, staring at your cock which is proudly pointing at the ceiling.

“Well, uhm,” you cough to get the Goddess’ attention back, “I guess we can continue. If you want it inside you, you can ride me.”

“Huh? Like a piggyback ride?”

“No, I mean—no, that doesn’t work. What I meant is you can basically sit on my penis while it’s inside of you.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, fuck, I want that.”

Jiwoo reaches for the base of your dick. She squats down and rubs the spit-drenched tip on her labia, searching for the hole. Her outsides feel hot already, you can’t wait to feel the clenching of her pussy. For the first time, no curses, no words, just quick breaths and subsequent moans when Jiwoo finally aligns you with her hole. 

As the seconds tick down, the tension leaves Jiwoo’s body and you’re able to penetrate her. With a shriek she stops after half of your cock is inside of her. It’s an awkward feeling for both of you. The Goddess is aroused but confused by this sensation of a real dick, the human is confused by the intense heat he enters. Jiwoo looks towards you, eyes full of questions.

“Well, uhm, what does it feel like?” you ask with a smile. “Is-is it good? Does it hurt?”

“It’s weird,” Jiwoo mewls. “You’re hot and you stretch me out. God, is this really the way you reproduce?”

“Yeah, but usually, there is more moving.”

“I get it, I get it, just let me adjust. You’re pretty big after all.”

A bright grin and a deep flush alter your cheeks and Jiwoo looks at you, even more puzzled than before. She readjusts her feet to keep the current position, but you can already see that she will go down on it soon.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you whisper and caress her thigh.

“What compliment? It’s a fact, don’t faulter yourself.”

“Faulter is wrong, that’s not how you—ha, fuck!”

You hold your breath, when Jiwoo suddenly goes down. You try reaching for something to not lose your grip on reality, but Jiwoo's thighs are not good at giving you stability because the Goddess immediately starts to grind and shimmy on your cock.

"Woah, fu-fu-fuck," Jiwoo fakes a stutter as her features turn euphoric. "This is insane. Amazing, so deep, I feel so full. I want it again, this feeling."

You don't have to give her a hint this time; Jiwoo starts to ride you herself. She impales her tight pussy on you with more vigor each time her legs lift her slender body up. She is too enamored with the feeling to notice your groaning and mewling.

Suddenly, everything around you disappears. For what has to be less than a second, all your furniture, your room, even your house vanishes into a white void. In the next moment, you find yourself in the midst of a grand meadow, confused sheep all around you, gigantic mountains in the background, soft, dew-covered grass below you.

"What the fuck?" you shout out, but Jiwoo has her eyes closed and forces her cunt on you without stopping. "Ji-Jiwoo, where the—huh?"

The void swallows all the sheep and snowy mountains and wet grass. They get replaced with the impeccable view of countless skyscrapers and houses from above. A strong, cold wind blasts through your hair. You tense up.

"Holy shit, is that New York—wait, are we on the Empire Sta—"

Before you can finish stating your observation, yet another void ends your view of the American metropolis and sends you into an uncomfortable bed of sand. Nothing but hot, rough, irritating sand everywhere. It annoys you on the beaches, but in a dessert it’s the fucking worst.

"Fuck, shit," Jiwoo curses through gritted teeth and for the first time slows down. With you a twitching mess because of her twitching cunt on your twitching dick, she finally stops and hides her flushed face.

"I-I think I almost peed. Weird feeling."

"It-It's f-fine,” you dismiss her worries as the sun starts to scorch your skin. “But can you please get us out of this fucking dessert?”

“Yeah, right, uhm.”

This time, the transition is seamless. The sand on your back gets replaced with something a lot more comfortable. Soft cushions stuffed with feathers or cotton, even better than your own bed, except you're not laying on a bed but a couch. The cooler, darker surroundings are foreign to you.

“Where are we now?” you ask, annoyed at what you perceive are Jiwoo’s usual antics.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” she blurts out and draws circles on your chest with her fingernails. “That was incredible, marvelous! The way my pussy got stretched out by your cock. How did it feel for you?”

“Well, uhm.” Suddenly embarrassed, you avert your eyes from Jiwoo and try to come up with a good response. It’s hard to lie when you’re still balls deep inside her. “It just feels very good, the, uhm, warmth and ti-tightness and—”

“So tightness is good?” Jiwoo repeats the meaning of your words with a curious nod. “Then how about this?”

Tightness turns to pressure. The walls of Jiwoo’s cunt begin to clamp down harder on you. The texture of her insides becomes imprinted on your skin. You both groan in unison. At this point, there is nothing to add that could make this connection stronger, you literally can’t pull out of her. However, Jiwoo continues, her pussy slowly becoming a merciless hydraulic press that threatens to crush your cock. The pleasure from pressure fades into horror and pain. 

“Fuck, ah, fuck, stop! Please, Jiwoo!”

Your screams don't go unheard. Jiwoo ends her odd experiment on you. 

“Too tight?” she asks the way a scientist would ask a subject during testing of a very questionable product.

“Yes, yes, way too tight.”

“Sorry about that. Maybe I could increase the heat nex ti—”

“No! I mean, no, no need for that.” You helplessly sway your arms to get your point across. “There is no need for any of this crazy, supernatural stuff. Your pussy is… it’s awesome as it is, Jiwoo.”

Awkward silence. The two of you can’t hold eye contact for more than a fleeting moment. Blood shoots to your head in embarrassment, and even the Goddess on your dick is not immune to it. She carefully gets off of your lap and looks over the back of the couch.

“This is, uhm, quite the interesting place,” Jiwoo whispers.

“Yeah, but what is it actually? You should know. You teleported us here after all.” You try to keep the conversation going while gawking at the large paintings, crimson banners and dark brown tables and chairs. There is no lamp at the ceiling or any other electrical device in this room. Everything about this place looks and smells like it’s from a long time ago, but not a galaxy far, far away.

“To be honest,” Jiwoo elaborates, “I just chose a random room from your mind. I can replay memories or parts of your imagination? Maybe you have been here before or imagined a place like this?”

Jiwoo points out the window at blue-gray walls topped with battlements and towers. Further below is an atrium with dozens of servants cleaning pans and pots. Undoubtedly a castle, a very realistically old looking castle. Even the people are dressed up properly, like they came straight out of Europe 600 years ago.

“Hm, I don’t remember being in this castle. It might be from a movie I watched or a story I read.” You ponder a little longer before looking at Jiwoo who fixes her white strands that got stuck to her sweaty face. “Anyways, what do we do now?”

“Show me another position, please~” Jiwoo immediately responds, her voice cute, her hands naughty. Finger wrap around your cock and give slow pumps. You’ve had it with her, it’s time to show her a different side.

“Fuck, fine. Lay down and spread your legs.

“Let me take charge now.”

Jiwoo’s legs shoot away from her body in excitement. The thrill in her eyes grows exponentially, when you rub your hard cockhead on her moist folds. Put a hand next to her face for stability before penetrating her in one motion. Jiwoo groans when you bottom out and mewls when you pull out shortly after. Before she can complain, you repeat the process.

“Woah,” Jiwoo pulls you closer to her body as she groans, “this is crazy good.”

“This position is called missionary.”

“Why are you, hm, fuck, why are you going so slow though?”

With a smirk you lean down to one of Jiwoo’s breasts and take as much of it as you can in your mouth. Drag your tongue over the delicate skin in calculated patterns and watch her whimper because her nipple is left untouched. Jiwoo is getting closer to losing her sanity, which is a deserved punishment for the cock-compression from earlier. 

“Don’t worry, I will go faster. Just one thing, Jiwoo.

“When this weird feeling comes again; don’t hold back, let it out.”

Finally suck her nipple for the finale before letting it pop free from your lips. It’s like a secret signal, a code word for your hips to do their job. No more pulling out, now it’s just pistoning like an engine in overdrive.

Jiwoo screams out your name, which urges you to drown out her voice with pelvis on pelvis hits that make droplets of her juice stain the ancient couch. This time, her pussy tightens around you without any supernatural body alteration. 

You groan in satisfaction, the sight of Jiwoo below you disturbingly different from her usual self but also incredibly hot. You peck her trembling lips, then move along her sharp jaw to nibble on it. Hiss when she digs her point nails in your back.

“Fuck, don’t stop. This is amazing,” Jiwoo moans out. Every thought of hers is drowned out, only gasps escape her mouth, but even those get interrupted when you suddenly shove your tongue into it. Jiwoo freezes in confusion, giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her idle tongue. Push it around with your own like it’s a bouncy ball, force it to play along as you increase your tempo.

Jiwoo’s breaths become rapid, your thrust wild, violent even. Her hands are in your hair, she is about to pull out entire patches which just makes you fuck her harder. Wetness, wetness and suddenly, an entire waterfall comes pouring out of Jiwoo’s thoroughly fucked hole. A strong, squirting orgasm leaves her teary eyed and breathless. Luckily, it also makes her stop pulling your hair thus you don’t have to worry about partial baldness—yet.

Don’t worry about cumming inside her too. She is a Goddess, she won’t get pregnant, no matter how big your load is. It feels like a month's worth of cum is sucked out of you; at first, it’s shot in and then, it comes pouring out when you pull out. You fall backwards into the cushions, stirring up more dust then you would’ve hoped.

“Oh. My. God,” Jiwoo slowly, quietly mouths. “This was… godly!”

“I see what you did there,” you chuckle and watch Jiwoo’s chest rise and fall and her gaping pussy leak your cream.

“So this is how babies are made,” she casually says.

Your body shoots back up, your face contorting in shock.

“Wait, what? N-no, you’re a Goddess, you can’t get pregnant.

Right? Right???"

Jiwoo pouts and looks up at you.

“Isn’t getting pregnant the goal? Why would it be bad?”

“I—

“It’s complicated.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #kard smut #jiwoo smut #kard jiwoo smut #male reader smut #male reader insert #male reader

[merakiui]

I'm laughing so hard at that last post. Please do give us a taste of "bringing the introverted son out of his shell." I agree that this fits Idia the best but in my heart, it's somehow Riddle.

Ace and Cater pool half of their part-time paychecks together so you’ll make Riddle’s summer one to remember. And who are you to refuse easy money? :) the goal is to get Riddle out of his sheltered shell, away from the controlling claws of his mother, and prove to him there’s more to life than stuffy academics and honors. Obviously Riddle doubts that; everything he does is for the sake of his future, so he can’t quite understand what you intend to do to prove his opinion otherwise.

He couldn’t have predicted you’d drag him out for outings that he often mistakes for dates (you call it “hanging out”), pushing curfew each time until his phone is near ready to explode from missed calls from his mother. She hates you and forbids Riddle from seeing you, but somehow you always manage to drag him out. You’re hard to resist; he’s hooked, unfortunately.

You’re a terrible influence, but when you drag him to parties (Cater often accompanies) and he clings to you because he’s so out of his element and you give him a goofy, good-natured grin… he’s not supposed to feel comforted or, even worse, like he’s falling. Because he’s not! When you offer alcohol at these parties and he declines it, only for you to share your own glass with him and he’s left thinking about indirect kisses in the haze of inebriation, he swears he’ll throttle you. (He never does.)

When you take him shopping for a summer wardrobe and you pull him into the changing stall he thinks you’re the most troublesome, especially when you tease him—as if he’s really going to pin you to the wall and kiss you silly. He thinks about it, but he’ll startle and hiss at you to act your age you when you lift your shirt to show him your frilly bra (red, of course, because it’s his favorite color) or when you go out of your way to try on lingerie sets while he’s in the changing stall with you, seemingly unbothered that he’s trying so hard not to stare at your body… thank the seven neither of you were caught!

Riddle can’t stand you, or so he mumbles into your pussy when he tries (and fails) to eat you out while your fingers curl into his hair, yanking on the crimson strands in punishment for his sloppy, inexperienced technique. You give him handjobs and he cums each time. A shame he’s yet to make you cum. :( he’ll get there, you tease, and he goes so red in the face, whether from embarrassment or anger you can never determine.

Riddle gets to see more of you each time he allows himself to be swept up in your nonsense. And though you act so confident and carefree, he finds you’re actually filled with worries and uncertainties. He can relate. When you offhandedly mention you like the drunk you more than the sober you, he grabs your wrist to stop you from drinking and stumbles over his words as he tries to tell you that he likes the sober you and that he wants to genuinely know and connect with the beautiful, brilliant, sober you. You leave the party early to take a walk to clear your head, and for the first time your conversation is meaningful. There’s no talk of sex or alcohol or immature decisions made in the heat of the moment because you’re trying to give Riddle experiences that aren’t all that ideal or fun—at least not to him.

So that night you decide to do things Riddle’s way, however mundane they may be. But maybe the mundane can be fun. Maybe crosswords and tea can be enjoyable if it’s with Riddle. Maybe practicing kissing can be fun when you’re sober and not using alcohol to bolster your confidence. Maybe going on an actual date might be a worthwhile experience rather than a party with too-loud music and superficial strangers.

Maybe falling in genuine love is just the experience Riddle needs to make his summer memorable. And technically you’ve done your job, however unplanned it may have been, so Cater and Ace can’t really complain. :)

#twisted chit chat #rendy-a #flustering riddle is reader’s full-time job and you are dedicated!!! <3 #pulling up your skirt to show riddle your thigh garters and he nearly dies #‘have you no shame?!?!?!’ - riddle #and you just smile and wink ‘teehee :3’

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Snowed in & Undone/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 4515

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, a teensie bit of yelling, being trapped(snowed in), soft josh, oral sex (m&f receiving), gagging, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding (lmk if anything’s missed!)

A/N: ‘U.P.’ is the Upper Peninsula in Michigan!

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Your mom is best friends with Karen Kiszka. This caused you to practically grow up with the Kiszka siblings, having weekly Sunday dinner with them after church for years. She had always hoped that you would “fall in love with the curly haired one” and insists that “he’s a nice boy, you’re just being stubborn.” But you couldn’t stand “the curly haired one,” Josh. He’s loud, obnoxious, very full of himself and worst of all a former theater kid. After graduation you had really hoped your mom would drop it. You liked Jake, Veronica and Sam, hell, even Sam’s best friend, Danny, was better to hang out with than Josh. You have made a conscious effort to avoid Josh since graduation, even taking a gap year in the off chance he would go to any real college instead of whatever the hell he was doing. You felt guilty for not liking him, but you had your reasons even if nobody else understood.

“Honey! The boys are going up to the U.P. this weekend for some skiing thing, Mrs. Kiszka said Ronnie’s sick and can’t go. She wants to know if you’ll go so she can change reservations, the pass is already paid for!” You hear your mom shout down the hallway into your room.

You have gone 6 months without seeing Josh, why the fuck would you WILLINGLY do it now? It was tempting though. A weekend getaway with the hot one, Jake? Naturally at the expense of the same weekend being spent with his weird twin brother, the thought of a weekend stowed away with Jake kept you thinking. You’ve always had a thing for Jake, ever since he sat behind you in preschool and complimented the red bow in your hair. He was a heartthrob in highschool, but somehow remained single the whole time. He plays guitar, he’s funny, he’s damn good looking and definitely out of your league. The more you thought about Jake the closer you got to caving in.

“Um… sure! I haven’t really seen Jake since graduation, so it might be fun!” You’ve officially signed yourself up for what could be the best or the worst weekend of your life.

You start packing a bag, with only 1 day’s notice it was a tough time digging through what might not even be clean clothes. You’d only been to the U.P. once when you were little, not even old enough to remember anything other than getting sick in the car from driving for too long. You toss through some clothes until you find ones you think will catch Jake’s eye in the cabin. It’s been instilled in you that red’s his favorite color. You never asked him but why else would he have complimented your bow so many years back? Excitement made it hard to sleep, you watched the clock hit 4:23. You were so tired you wouldn’t have remembered what time you started dozing off if it wasn’t Jake’s birthday. The excitement washes away and you’re finally asleep.

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“HELLOOOO!! WAKE UP!!” You heard someone right in your ear. It didn’t sound like anyone you lived with, and nobody who comes over is that fucking loud but one person, Josh.

“Dude, what the FUCK are you doing in my room?!” You start to open your eyes and turn towards who you presume to be Josh.

“We’re supposed to leave soon… your mom said to come wake you up,” he just stood bedside as if he belonged there, his presence shaking you to the core. He looked different, a good different. Haircut, a little stubble, did he get his eyebrows plucked…?

“Josh, I mean this kindly, get the fuck out of my room. Right. NOW!” You felt a little bad for yelling, but decided he deserved it for intruding.

You hear his footsteps leave your bedroom, Josh grabs your suitcase on the way out to start packing the Suburban. Feeling guilty for what happened, you slowly roll out of bed and get dressed in warm clothes to beat the December chill. You try not to let the situation bother you, this weekend was a spur of the moment and Mrs. Kiszka paid for your entire trip. You would finally get some time away from work and do something fun. Midway down the hall, your mom stops you to give you some money for your trip and a kiss on your cheek.

“I heard you yelling up there… Now you be nice to my future son-in-law, don’t scare him away, that boy will do good for you.” Was she seriously still on this?

“Mom, for the THOUSANDTH time, I hate Josh. Always have. Why can’t you root for maybe… his better half? Jake is so much cooler.” You’ve been begging her for years to drop this narrative, and yet she continues with it.

“Honey, Jake’s too quiet for you, and if I’m not mistaken he has a lady, or maybe I misheard Karen… You know he’s just- he’s an interesting boy that one. Not bad at all, sweet kid, he’s just a little odd, darling. I think Josh’ll grow on you.” She was adamant on you and Josh being together, but she was so wrong.

You head outside and hop into the van behind the passenger seat. You assumed the usual position, Josh driving, Jake passenger, Sam behind Josh. That’s how it had always been when you guys took trips together. Jake was the first one in, he got in the driver seat. Very odd, but no way Josh’s ego would let his 15 year old brother in the front seat. You would have to sit behind him but that’s not worse than next to him. Sam approaches the van, he’s getting into the passenger seat. ‘Not a fucking shot…’ You thought so loudly you were afraid you might have said it. Following behind Sam was Josh, speak of the devil and he will arrive. The devil gets into the seat behind the driver, making this the most unfortunate seating arrangement ever. You didn’t know how long of a car ride this was, but you knew every second spent next to Josh would be insufferable. Worst part was Josh brought an extra bag and instead of placing it between the two of you, he scooched himself into the middle seat and placed his bag on the seat behind Jake.

Halfway through and Josh still hasn’t really spoken to you. Your main source of interaction was little Sammy boy in the front seat, asking him how school was going and if he had any plans for college yet, how Danny was, boring older sister-esque stuff. You didn’t say much to Jake so he could focus on driving, the last thing you wanted was him getting into an accident with ¾ of the Kiszka kids and you, an only child. The Michigan roads weren’t as bad as usual, but still not the greatest with black ice and slushy snow. There was a silence in the van amongst the people, the only thing playing was one of their CD’s Sam put in for you to hear. He had just started making music with his brothers, which was just about the only thing 15 year old Sammy had going on, poor kid. Their music was probably the only bit of Josh you could stand. His voice sounds nice when he sings, so why is it when he speaks you want to tape his mouth shut?

Jake has been driving for who knows how long, looking at the clock would only make it worse. Staring out of the window you start to feel tired, this was uncommon for you but the lack of sleep last night was really doing a number. You start to drift off with the light sound of music humming in the background. You let your head rest against the seat, and slowly fall to the left. You’re so used to the original seating, you didn’t think about whose shoulder you would land on. Sam, right? You’d only done this one other time, and Sam didn’t mind too much until you started drooling and he pushed your head into the window so it had somewhere to lay. But this shoulder felt different then Sam’s, much more broad and definitely had less bone going on. You didn’t care, maybe it was his jacket, all you cared about was getting some damn sleep. You feel a cheek press against the top of your head, and you nuzzle into the feeling of comfort.

“Okay, we’re here guys. Just barely in time to check into our cabins. C’mon sleepyhead.” You feel a hand reach back and shake your knee to wake you up. Your eyes open to Jake staring back, his hand on your knee and Sammy peering over the passenger seat. Suddenly it hits you.

‘If Sam’s up there… who’s shoulder am I- oh my fucking god…’ You felt shivers go down your spine. You realized you had been asleep on Josh’s shoulder this entire time, simultaneously (and unfortunately for you) realizing it was the best nap you’ve ever taken.

‘He smelled nice, he didn’t push me off of him, he’s really warm, NO! Ugh’ You lift your head off of Josh’s shoulder to apologize to him, only to realize he had fallen asleep too. You wondered for a second if he thought the same thing, and you wondered why you felt so much comfort and content on his shoulder if you disliked him as much as you thought.

All four of you get out, grab your bags and head towards the check in area. You hear Jake mention two cabins to the lady at the desk. Your heart thumps faster at the thought of a cabin with Jake, quickly bringing yourself back down remembering Karen probably put the twins together, and the two youngest together. Bunking with Sam isn’t who you were hoping for, but he’s a good kid, the lesser of the two evils. Jake approaches the group with the keys for the cabins.

“Okay, me and Sammy are in 21, Josh and Y/N are in 22, sound good?” Another thought struck so loud you again felt people heard it. ‘No, Jake, it doesn’t sound good. Why would Karen break it up that way, this has to be some sick joke, maybe Ronnie isn’t sick at all and mom put this together.’

“Shall we?” Josh reaches his hand out for yours in a curtsy. All you could think was ‘What a dork…’ Instead you push his hand down, knowing if you grabbed his hand it would be accompanied with a kiss on yours. The group makes their way to their assigned cabins, the snow started picking up and made the 5 minute walk feel like eons. Once you reach the cabins, you wave a sad wave to Jake and Sam as Josh gets the door to your impending doom. He grabs your bag for you and enters the cabin, you follow slowly behind.

“You can pick which room you want.” He says quietly, completely not the Josh you know.

“Josh, are you okay? I’m really sorry for yelling at you this morning. I just- I went to bed late, I was frustrated was all,” you were on the verge of tears trying to make amends with someone you usually didn’t care about hurting. You hate to admit it, but your mom was right, he is a sweet boy. Maybe that’s why you feel so guilty, that and the fact he’s been different towards you since then.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine really.” His voice came out shaky, you knew it wasn’t fine but you didn’t know how to undo the past.

Trying to think of the right words to say, you begin lugging your bag into the direction of the smaller room. You figure it’s the least you can do after being so mean to him.

Each in your own rooms unpacking, you get deep in thought again.

‘Why do I hate him so much? He’s gotta know after 15 fucking years, there’s no way. Why’s he always so nice? Maybe it’s me.’

Your thoughts are interrupted by Josh tapping his knuckles on the door. You turn around to see him timidly standing in the doorway, probably because the last time he entered a room you occupied, he choked back tears.

“What’s up, Josh?” You try to approach him like a stray cat you’re trying to befriend for the first time.

“Jake just called me, him and Sammy are snowed in. I was gonna go help them, but we’re in the same boat, ‘bout halfway up the door…” He places one of his hands on the side of his head awkwardly fidgeting with his curls.

“So, what do you want to do then? I think I saw some board games under the coffee table. Or maybe a movie?” You were trying to make the best of an even more unfortunate circumstance. Not only were you stuck in a cabin with your least favorite Kiszka, but now there was 4ft of snow locking you in the cabin with him.

Josh’s eyes widened in excitement, “Wait, actually? Usually you don’t want… nevermind, I’ll be at the table when you’re done.”

‘Fuck. He definitely knows. I mean how wouldn’t he know. I can’t even talk to him without being a bitch. I wish I could like him. I really do.’ For once you actually feel bad for the consecutive years of poor treatment towards Josh Kiszka on your behalf. You decide it’s time to make amends, become his friend instead of his enemy. Hey, one day you’ll be married to Jake, right? Can’t have your brother-in-law hating your guts.

You try to stall putting your clothes in the dresser, just trying to figure out the right words to make this apology perfect. You have 15 years to make up for, that’s almost your entire lives, although you’d like to think you didn’t start hating him until the 6th grade. You walk out to the living room area, gathering the words and courage up. He made hot cocoa, started the fireplace and already had a game of Monopoly set up. He shuffled one of his playlists that had a mix of a bunch of old people you’d never remember the names to. You were met with his dorky smile as he waved his arms out and wiggled his fingers followed by “Ta-daaaa!” You tried not to blush, the sentiment was touching.

“Josh, before we start the game, can we talk?” You feel tension in the air, your palms growing sweaty.

“Sure, you can sit down y’know, I don’t bite… anymore…” You giggled because as far as you can recall, you don’t think he’s ever bit someone.

“I’ve been thinking lately about how I am with you. I feel bad for avoiding you and always making plans with Jake and Sam when you’re busy. You’re really sweet and fun. Maybe too much fun for me, I think I need to dial it up and we’d be okay. I guess what I’m getting at is I’m sorry, Josh. I’m sorry for always being a bitch.” You feel like you pulled words out of a hat and threw them together.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I try not to take anything personally. I just try to put the energy and positivity into the world that I’d like to get back. I’d hope that in and of itself makes us ‘okay’ not the fact you feel bad. Please, I just want what’ll make you happy.” All you can think is how he captures the essence of the sun perfectly. He radiates warmth and love, you finally realize that it hasn’t been Josh this whole time, it’s been you.

You get up and walk towards Josh, reaching for a hug. He gladly stands up and takes you in his arms. His body against yours feels warm and you’re fully engulfed in his scent as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I felt particularly bad when I fell asleep on you and realized I liked it.” You were afraid of ruining the moment, but Josh giggles at your statement.

“I felt particularly bad when I thought about moving your head to stop you from drooling on my shirt, but I wanted you to be comfortable. I was trying to avoid being a Sammy 2.0” You couldn’t even be mad at him after all the shit you’ve put him through.

Josh is still holding you tight in his arms, soaking in the first good interaction you’ve had in an overdue time. Can’t Help Falling in Love comes on shuffle, you hear Josh start humming only making you want to stay there longer. He starts to gently sway with you. You move your arms up from around his shoulders to around his neck as you pull away to look at his face. Taking in all of his features, you realize how gorgeous Josh really is. His coffee eyes sparkle with hints of amber and his light winter complexion paired with his curls gently resting across his forehead. His perfectly sculpted nose sat above his plump, deep colored lips. Had you spent any of these years getting to know him you’re afraid you would have fallen in love. Josh’s been looking at you this entire time and you’d wondered if he was thinking the same things.

“What’s going on in there, gorgeous?” He broke the silence, having you melt in your spot with widened eyes.

“You’re the gorgeous one,” You blushed, feeling it was the wrong thing to say, but remembering he started it first.

Josh’s cheeks grow rosy, “That’s two firsts in one sentence…” you raised your eyebrow at him before he continued “… being called gorgeous, and being complimented by you.”

It’s like his body was calling you, you cradle his face with one of your hands. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb, you start to lean in for a kiss, hoping it’s the right move to make. Josh leans right into you as if this was a familiar occurrence, making it feel as if your lips belong to his. The room around you feels as if it’s spinning, a feeling of ecstasy fills the space around you. He moves one of his hands from your waist to the nape of your neck, tangling your hair between his fingers, he pushes you in gently. You let out the tiniest moan, the feeling of his fingers on your neck sending shivers down your spine. You slowly inch forward forcing Josh backwards toward the couch, you’re yearning for his touch more than you ever thought. He plops down onto the old couch and you fall straddling him making sure your lips never leave his.

You knew what you wanted but you weren’t sure how Josh was feeling. Hesitantly, you pull away from him to ask, “Do you want to do more…?”

Josh looked at you with thin eyes for a second before he realized what he thought you were implying. “Wait like by more do you mean, it.”

You giggled at his terminology. It. “Only if you want to, I’m okay with this, too,” you say reassuringly, you’re afraid maybe you pushed your luck.

Josh doesn’t speak, but the expression on his face says everything. He has a fiery look in his eyes, his cheeks red to the touch. You start kissing him again, feeling him against you through all layers of clothing. Even if this was as far as it got, it was much farther than you ever imagined with either of them.

Josh slides his hand down the small of your back past the waistband of your leggings. He drags his finger tips across your asscheek making you whimper into his mouth. You grind forward on his clothed cock, eager for some sort of relief.

“Josh, please,” you’re begging him to do something at this point, you knew you needed more.

“What do you need?” You can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s really gonna make you ask for it.

“You, I need to feel you.” You barely managed to whine out what you hope he wants to hear.

Josh decides not to waste anymore time. He taps your thighs signaling you to stand up.

“Take those off,” he says pointing to your pants, “and take that off too.” He moves his finger up to point to your shirt.

Josh begins standing up from the couch removing all of his clothing. He’s standing in front of you entirely naked leaving you in your undergarments. You stare at his cock in disbelief of the size. Without hesitation you get down on your knees infront of him, mouth wide open letting him take the reins. He grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you work your tongue around his tip. He’s so big you’re not confident it’s going to fit in your mouth, let alone other places, but you try to take him entirely. You rest him on your tongue and brace your hands on his thighs, slowly working him down your throat. You drag the fingers from your left hand up his thigh and cup his balls. Josh bucks his hips forward in pleasure, causing you to gag, your eyes filling up with tears. He reaches his free hand to your face and wipes away the tears before removing himself from your mouth.

“I wasn’t done!” You teased him.

“Your eyes are watering, I’m not gonna do that to you.” He said gently before lifting you off the ground.

He holds you close to his body in a sheltering hug as he unclasps your bra. He follows this up with a strange question.

“Heads or tails?” You raise your eyebrow in confusion, because what the hell does that have to do with anything?

“Heads?” You say as you see him reaching for a coin.

He flips the coin and catches it, flipping it onto the back of his hand.

He sucks his teeth, “Sorry baby girl, tails.”

He signals you to the couch, you sit down on it but he flips you over, your breasts touching the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions. ‘So this is what he meant…’ you think to yourself.

Josh is standing behind you, you feel his hands on either hip, and his breath at the small of your back. You feel his teeth grab your panties as he pulls them down. Josh is on his knees, staring right at your heat, panties around your thighs. You feel him spread your asscheeks, getting a full view, and then you feel his breath again. He licks a stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance before dipping his tongue into you. You let out a moan at the anticipated relief you’d been searching for. He starts lapping at your clit like his life depends on it, working two digits into your entrance. It feels so good you feel like you might cum before the best part happens.

“Are you ready?” He asks, pulling himself away from you.

You didn’t want him to stop touching you with his tongue, but you wanted him more in a different way. You shake your head yes to him, but deep down you’re nervous if he’ll even fit. Josh lines himself up with your entrance, his hands spreading you wide open for him to see. He places his tip at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He moves his hands to your hips. You’re breathing halts, the sensation sends a fuzzy feeling across your entire body.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“More.” You could barely speak through the high but you still knew what you wanted.

Josh pushes himself deeper until you feel his pelvis touching your ass, he lays across your back, arms around you and plants a kiss between your shoulder blades. He stays there for a second as your slick covers him. As he begins working at a slow pace, he reaches an arm down to toy with your clit. He starts to thrust at a normal pace, working you down to nothing for several minutes.

“Are you close?” He whispers into your ear.

“Uh-huh, are you?” You ask back.

“Yeah, but I want to see that pretty face when you do.” He lays you down on the couch, facing the ceiling as he works his way on top of you.

He wraps your legs around his waist, he shoves his cock back into your dripping pussy, tucking his arms under yours and around your shoulders. He nestles his face into your neck and digs his fingertips into your shoulders. You’re scratching up his back so hard, you’re anticipating open wounds and bloody nails. You feel Josh’s pelvis rubbing against your clit, making you tighten around him again.

“Are you on birth control?” He frantically asks, but you’re assuming for good reason.

“Yeah, IUD.” You respond through sharp breaths, fighting the urge to cum without him.

“Oh, okay, good.” He chuckles a little.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, me too, c’mon show me what ya got.”

You start to moan through shortened breaths, digging your nails deeper in his back, body twitching under Josh’s, you can feel yourself tighten around him as you reach your climax. Following your release, Josh starts to slow down, taking longer, deeper strokes, pulling you down onto his cock by your shoulders.

“Josh, cum in me.” You never thought those words would ever leave your mouth.

He starts to kiss all over your collar bone between low register moans. He thrusts into you one more time, filling you with his cum, followed with a deep sigh. He immediately pulls out and goes to get something to clean you up with. He comes back with a roll of toilet paper as a temporary fix until you make it to the shower.

“Holy shit man, I can’t believe that just happened.” Josh says while wiping his cum off of you.

“Yeah, me either.” You admit.

Josh helps you sit up on the couch, and he places a kiss on your glowing cheek. You get up to get into the shower, barely able to walk and unable to figure out where to go from here. Do you try to take it further, and let your mom be right about the boy you fought years denying? You decided that was something you could figure out later, right now you just wanted to get cleaned up and watch a movie with Josh. You spend about 20 minutes in the shower before strolling out in a pair of pajamas Josh grabbed for you from your room. He made a makeshift fort and had ELF ready to play with some fresh hot cocoa and popcorn that was just popped. You snuggled up with Josh for your little date night, and let all the future explanations wash away as you fell asleep in the warmth and comfort of his arms.

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Magic User Whump - Part 2

Part 1

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"He's exquisite."

The bandit chief, a hulking man named Vorstag, took Ventis's chin roughly in his hand, tilting his face up. Ventis flinched away from the unexpected touch but Vorstag's grip was unrelenting as he turned his face to make the iridescent crystalline scales embedded in his skin flash in the dim firelight.

"Never seen a genasi with horns before, I reckon," their original captor said proudly. "Boy wasn't easy to grab, either. There's some powerful storm magic in that blood."

"Draconic, I imagine." Vorstag turned to adresses Onthyes and Shayah for the first time since the three of them had been thrown, bound, into the dirt at his feet. "Is that right? Is your little friend here carrying dragon blood?"

Onthyes glared at the chief, not even attempting to speak through the gag in his mouth. Shayah, although she wasn't gagged, stayed silent as well.

Vorstag turned his attention away from them with a shrug at the lack of response. "Can't decide if I'd rather sell him or keep him to myself. The other two will make fine slaves, but this one... You brought me something real special tonight, Mugg."

Their captor, Mugg, grinned with satisfaction.

"Put them away. I'll decide what to do with the mage in the morning."

Minutes later, Onthyes, Shayah, and Ventis were locked in an iron-barred cell deep in the underground tunnels of the bandit's hideout. Onthyes's and Shayah's bindings had been removed and Onthyes's mouth was freed from the gag, but Ventis remained gagged, blindfolded, and tightly bound with chains that pulsed with glowing red runes.

Onthyes and Shayah made quick work of removing Ventis's gag and blindfold.

"You okay?" Onthyes asked softly as he peeled the damp cloth away from his friend's eyes.

Ventis blinked slowly, squinting in the torchlight after being blinded for so many hours.

"I-" the sorcerer's words were cut off with rough coughs. Onthyes wished he'd been allowed to keep his waterskin. "I'm fine."

He clearly wasn't. He was pale and trembling, and his lilac colored eyes were red rimmed from crying. Onthyes could see him biting the inside of his cheek the way he always did when he was trying not to show how much pain he was in.

"Do the chains still hurt?" Shayah asked, moving around behind Ventis to examine them. She cursed in orcish as she answered her own question. "Your wrists are burnt."

"Trust me, it feels worse than it looks," Ventis muttered with a hollow laugh. "My very essence is being siphoned out of me."

"I'll get them off of you. Just hold on, breezy."

Ventis sat still, letting Shayah work behind his back, but she barely managed to pull on the chains before he was stifling cries of pain and twisting away from her.

"That's hurting him!" Onthyes said quickly, reaching out to steady Ventis. The genasi pressed his head to Onthyes's shoudler, hiding his face.

Shayah stopped, holding her hands up in surrender. "I barely touched them."

"Don't bother," Ventis panted. "They must be enchanted. They're not coming off without magic, and I'm fresh out it seems."

Shayah sat back with a huff. Onthyes knew how cagy she got in situations like this, and he was starting to feel the same way.

They settled in, getting as comfortable as they could in the cold cell. Ventis succombed to exhaustion quickly with his head in Onthyes's lap and Onthyes's fingers carding through his hair.

Onthyes and Shayah found it harder to fall asleep, each on high alert. 

“We have to protect him,” Onthyes said into the quiet of the night. “We can’t let them separate us.”

Shayah hummed. “We’re warriors, you and I. We can take this kinda shit. He’s putting on a brave face but I don’t think our little freak of nature can take much more of this. This is pretty far off from the silver spoon he grew up with.”

“He won’t last a second without us.”

Onthyes hated admitting that. He was always telling Ventis how much stronger he has gotten in the past months, how valuable he was to their little party, but the reality was that he was somewhat naive and didn’t necessarily have the strongest tolerance for pain. 

It was just their luck that they would be dragged away from Ventis by morning.

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Part 3

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my personal take on the todd anderson hair color debate from a hairstylist perspective

~ alr y’all time to analyze this shit cuz i’m going back to my second year of beauty school in september and also i’ll be bored away from home so i’m not styling any clients at the moment

lemme just start off with the fact that this boy is very beautiful but not only is his anxiety making him look like a confused ass goldfish at times but also it’s making his hair confused cause like in some shots, he does look like a bit of a brunette-

but then there’s other shots especially when he’s outside or under a lot of bright lighting where i see more yellow/golden undertones seen within blonde hair

so ofc i had to whip out more photos from other movies and like…

he looks more like he has brown hair but there’s a few blonde streaks in there like- give me a goddamn break

overall, i’m judging by the level system (as hairstylists are usually taught in school) and of course overall knowledge of undertones and other colors out there. there’s multiple conclusions i’ve come to:

1. he has lightest brown hair (level 5) ( i can’t put a link to the exact image i’m using but you can search up “level system hair color” if you wanna see what i’m referencing to, however depending on the brand of hair color/company the level system is from, there might be slight alterations due to the way that brand formulates their haircolor and how it interacts with the natural colors so not every image will match the names i’m using )

from certain shots, he has overwhelmingly more red undertones in his hair which is the undertones that are exposed more in brunettes. it looks more like a golden brown or possibly coppery brown color in some instances.

2. he has dark blonde hair (level 6)

if my eyes aren’t tricking me, there’s also shots where the undertones that are exposed are more orange-coppery/yellow-golden-leaning which indicate more blonde hair but it’s definitely a darker blonde no doubt.

3. bro has mixed melanin

yes there are people who have hair that naturally has more than one color. the most common example we see is those who have grey recently coming in or salt and pepper hair, however, this can also happen with other natural hair colors like browns, blondes, and gingers. he very well may have more brown hair but then there’s streaks or even patches of dark blonde hair mixed in there.

4. he has changing hair color ⭐️

there are people i’ve met whose hair color has changed overtime and typically blondes are more susceptible to it. especially when seasons change, sun exposure can affect hair color and make it so your hair lightens in the summer but darkens in the winter (just look up sun bleaching like why tf does a star from that far away have that effect??). however, this still means he has some sort of hair color whether it’s more blonde or brunette leaning—that’s up to you to decide from the hair colors above.

as you can see, i starred it cause i personally believe this the most. ( i also believe this happens to his brother jeffrey as well to a different extent )

5. he could’ve had his hair dyed

i don’t personally believe this but it’s a possibility i put on the table from a hairstyling perspective (plus the actors could’ve gotten hair done before shooting the movie which i mean they did get their hair cut so who knows what else they could’ve gotten touched up on their hair- maybe even chemical services🤷‍♀️). it could possibly be highlights that are starting to fade but even then it doesn’t look like it to me.

^ this conclusion is hard to tell just from photos at times and lighting/editing/cameras used in movies could mess around with it more :/

it’s much more accurate to just analyze hair in person.

~ so that’s my take + other options if you can’t come to a conclusion or believe something else.

planning on posting random headcanons soon :))

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Punk Princess

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(I'm so sorry for this)

Steve’s been sitting on his feelings for a few weeks now, and he’s more than sure that Eddie is someone he wants to be with in the long term. He’s so sure, he’s been planning the perfect way to ask him out for a few days now, and he’s almost got it exactly how it needs to be, when things kinda just go to shit.

He decided on his fishnets with a long kilt today, bright and matching the school colors because it’s an important game in the basketball season, and he pairs it with his spiked denim jacket with his battle vest pulled over it, a T-shirt that he took scissors to the sleeves cut so low it shows off the nailed baseball bat tattooed on his ribcage.

He’s excited for the game tonight, because he's going to actually have people in the stands supporting him. Robin has band so she’s always kind of there (of course she’d be there even if she didn’t), but he’d been planning on asking Hellfire to join in the stands tonight to watch. It’s the first time he’s going to be inviting anyone to see him play, and he’s beyond excited he has the club as friends now.

Steve’s never had a big group of friends before, and he’s a little overwhelmed sometimes that so many genuine people want to talk to him throughout the day. All because he ditched what he thought would make him well liked, and embraced something that not only made him happy, but helped him really truly be himself. 

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” Robin chirps, grabbing Steve’s arm and placing it over her shoulders so she can nuzzle into Steve’s side, sighing happily at the contact. She’d replaced the purple in her hair with a forest green last night when she’d added it to the back ends of Steve’s hair, stating that she needed to match him, so people know he was her best friend. Steve’s entire body felt warm with love today.

“I’m just excited, Robs. This is a big game and I’m going to be in for the whole time probably, and I’m gonna ask the Hellfire boys to come too, so I might actually have people in the stands cheering for me that actually matter.” His happy energy seems to be contagious because Robin pulls back from him and links their hands together instead so she can swing them back and forth between them, the spiked bracelet she has on brushing the inside of Steve's wrist.

“I can’t wait for them to see you in your natural element, Steve. You glow when you play basketball.” She’s got a big cheesy grin on her face as she leads him out to the bleachers. They’ve started sitting with Hellfire during their free period now. The group accepts them in with open arms, and Robin and Gareth have formed some kind of bond over complaining about Steve and Eddie so the transition was easy.

“Hello boys!” Robin cheers loudly, her smile only seeming to widen as she plants herself on the bench next to Gareth and steals one of his baby carrots.

“What’s up Birdie?” Jeff beams, ruffling her hair. Steve’s eyes are instantly drawn to Eddie who’s been unusually quiet as they walk up and has to stifle the laugh he feels bubble up.

Eddie’s face is beat red and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes locked firmly on Steve’s exposed legs and trailing up his body. Subtly Steve adjusts his jacket just as Eddie's eyes get to his midsection so he can catch a glimpse of the ink on his skin.

“You have three tattoos?” Eddie’s voice comes out kinda strangled, fish mouthing as he meets Steve’s eyes. “Also are you wearing a skirt?” His face is steadily growing redder, the blush traveling down his cheeks to his neck.

“It’s a kilt.” Steve offers, smirking. He can hear Eddie muttering under his breath but it's too quiet for him to make out, so he throws himself onto the bench next to him, stretching his legs out and crossing them at his ankles. His heavy boot heel digging into the dirt below them. 

“So I’ve got a question.” Steve tries to keep his voice nonchalant, but he feels his excitement seep in and he can’t contain the giddy smile forming on his face as he looks at all his friends, god his friends, sitting around him.

“I’ll literally do anything for you as long as you keep that kilt on.” Eddie responds, Robin and Gareth make a fake gagging noise in the background. Steve throws his head back and laughs, feeling lighter than he has in a very long time.

“So tonight’s like a super important game for basketball and I was wondering if you guys would come watch me play? I know its last minu..” Eddie holds up a hand cutting him off.

“Steve, Hellfire is tonight.”

“Well yea I know, but I figured we could do it tomorrow or something since I have the game and wouldn’t be able to make it anyways.” A small thread of dread starts to snake its way into Steve’s stomach as he watches Eddie’s face morph into displeasure.

“Cancel Hellfire for… Basketball?” Every word of that sentence is coated with a venom Steve’s never had Eddie direct at him before, and the thread of dread turns into an entire lead brick in his stomach.

“Well yea, that way we can… do both?” He says it like a question, watching Eddie spring up from the bench next to him and begin to pace in front of the group.

“We don’t cancel Hellfire Steve. We’ve never canceled Hellfire. And you want to do it for some stupid basketball game? You’re choosing that shit over us?” He gestures around to the rest of their friends, a sharp anger in his eyes as he looks at Steve. 

“I just thought it would be nice to have like real fr…” 

“I should have known you didn’t really care about me, us, this group. Fucking prioritizing your stupid jock game over Hellfire. Jesus Steve, your true colors really have been sitting below the surface this whole time haven’t they?”

Steve feels ice cold.

He’s fighting off the sting of tears threatening to fall as he stands up and squares his shoulders, pulling on everything in him that he can, to bite back at Eddie. But he can’t find any heat in his veins to even begin to add to the words, so his shoulders deflate as he lets out a breath shaking his head.

“Just forget it man, I’ll send Dustin or something to sub for me tonight.” It comes out in a neutral tone as he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to try to bring some warmth back to them.

“Bullshit. Don’t bother Steve. You’ve shown where your priorities are. Consider Sir Stephen no longer a part of the campaign.”

Steve just walks off before the tears can fall, biting his knuckles to hold in a sob.

Bullshit. Steve should have known better. He really should have. He’d assumed that Eddie would be different, that Eddie would be open to all sides of Steve like he was open to all sides of him. But at the end of the day, apparently Eddie still saw him as King Steve, and nothing was probably ever going to change that.

He can distantly hear Robin shout something at Eddie before she’s running up to him and throwing her arm around his shoulder. Tucking him into her side the same way he always does to her.

Steve should just stick to Robin. Maybe he was only destined for one friendship. Maybe he wasn’t someone who should ask for more than that. 

Robin was enough anyways.

She always was.

(I don't think I'll be able to post again until Sunday, but know I love you guys, and the angst doesn't last forever, the boys are just Teenagers that have things they need to learn and unlearn.)

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