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lymtw · 12 hours

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Thinking of a soft and slow, but heated make out session with Toji, where he's got you beneath him, brushing his lips against yours with the intention of not stopping until both his lips and yours feel raw.

One of his hands is on your waist, squeezing tenderly, while the other is in your panties, thick fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You're humming little whimpers into your kisses, pushing at his chest every once in a while and breaking the ongoing kiss.

"What, ma?" Toji asks, his voice deepened with restrained lust. His eyes are so dark, you can barely see the green that naturally brightens them. "Why're you pushing me away, hm?" He asks, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Please... slow down," you say, breathily. "I don't want this to end so soon."

"Baby, that was slow," he says, with an amused grin on his face. "Was being gentle and barely moved my fingers."

You sigh, embarrassment coursing through you and showing itself in your face through a bright shade of red that smothers your cheeks.

"Come on," he says, softly, leaning in again to continue where things were left off. Toji's lips lock with yours, the gentle synchronization egging on the pleasure he draws from you. He wasn't lying when he said he was barely moving his fingers. He just knows you've always been a sensitive little thing for him, and because of that, he loves testing your sensitivity in moments like these. Moments where even just the kissing part would have you squirming, and his weight on your body makes you need him so bad that you feel filthy for letting your thoughts of the situation evolve into something sinful.

"Kiss me back, princess," he murmurs, noticing the way you're heavily slowing down, not fully reciprocating his kisses like before.

"W-Wait-" you gasp, slapping a hand on Toji's wrist. "I'm gonna-"

"Then cum, sweetheart. We can do it again and again if that's what you're stressing over."

"Mm-mm." You shake your head to emphasize your response. "The first one is always the strongest. Please, Toji. Pretty please, not yet," you beg.

Toji has a look of strange disbelief painted on his features. How could you not want this? It's been going on for the better part of half an hour, now. The edging must be driving you crazy.

You pull his hand out of your underwear and the other one off your waist, bringing them both up to your lips. "Please, baby..." you murmur into his palms, kissing them both repeatedly. "...not yet. Just a little longer." You change the position of your hands and hold his hands tight, bringing his knuckles up to your lips this time.

Toji clicks his tongue, making it clear that he's the one who's being impatient. He just wants to see and hear the side effects of your pleasure. You're teasing him with those little whimpers and gasps between kisses. The reason it's so hard to bear is because he's so used to you giving him what he wants, when he wants it. This is one of the rare times where you're trying to stand your ground against him. You always hope you have enough willpower to keep up your defense because Toji knows every way to sneak through it or tear it down. Your love for him is a severe disadvantage, and because of it, all it takes is a few words and it's as if your defense was made of flimsy paper.

"Alright, alright, little masochist. I'll slow down even more, for you."

You giggle at the nickname, welcoming Toji's weight on you again. He makes a brief detour and directs himself towards your ear to whisper some much needed information.

"I'm not going any slower than this, you understand?" He mutters, into your ear.

"But-"

"Princess," he says, cutting you off. "It's yes or no. Do you understand or not?" he asks, stomping all over your wants because for once his needs outshine them. You nod, silently, in response. "Good." He pecks your cheek, leaning back to look at you. You look... not all there, or at least not like you did just seconds ago. It's not what he wanted. He sighs, knowing what it's gonna have to come down to as he cups your cheeks in his warm hands. He knows there has to be a different approach. One that doesn't involve him making you feel like you were in the wrong for wanting him in a specific way.

"Wanna cum? For me, mama?"

There he went, tearing down your defenses like they're party streamers. For me. Those two simple words were all he needed. He knew exactly how to catch you in his trap. Redirection was key. If he made it seem like a favor to him, you would do it with zero hesitation. It's one of the many pros that came with you and your constant need for his praise... He just knew you too well. Well enough to know that it worked the second the twinkle in your eyes returned.

"I'll take it slow, just like you wanted," he promises. "but, you can't push me away. Even if I bring you to the edge with that same pace you begged for." He knows he'll bring you to orgasm even with the limited movement you allow him.

There was a beam of tranquility in your eyes, a twitch in the corners of your lips, where the key to unlock the two words you strived to hear as many times as you could in a day, rested. It was only a matter of seconds before you would give in. You were right there, centimeters away from his clutches.

"Mama..." he says, pushing for you to answer him while leaning towards your lips again. "Let me make you cum," he says against the corner of your lips, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Fuck- Fine, okay," you say, waving your imaginary white flag.

"Mhm... that's my good girl."

And there they were, those two words you forever longed to hear from Toji. If he wanted you to be on the edge again, he did a great job of getting you there without having to do much.

Toji centered his lips on yours again, starting out with that same slow rhythm, as to not rile you up so quickly. He incorporated his touch a couple minutes later, his hands returning to the previous positions they held on your body—one on your bare waist, the other slipped into your underwear. You jolted at the reintroduced stimulation his fingers offered your clit, a sharp gasp breaking the passionate kissing.

"Shh... It's okay, doll," he murmured, quickly directing your attention back to his lips. He was feeding off your breathy moans and whimpers. If he hadn't pressed you so hard before with the promise of pacing himself with you, he would have gone back on his word and quickly made you cum so that he could work you up to the next orgasm, already.

Truly, you were heaven in his ears, on his lips, and in his hands. Despite not looking at you, he knew the sight to be insane, as well.

Your hands went to the sheets, the material balling up messily in your fists as Toji brought you closer to your peak. You did your best to keep up with his lips, but nothing was as clear as the strokes being drawn between your legs.

By the four minute mark, you were a panting mess, shamelessly chasing more friction from his whole hand. That's where the hand he had resting on your waist came into play. It lowered down to your hip, immobilizing you enough to stop you from taking more than what he was offering until he gave you permission.

"Be good," he mutters, cutting through the soft sounds of your whimpers. He knew you were close. So, so close. Your moans were getting higher in pitch and you were trembling beneath him. He just kept rubbing his fingertips against your clit, over and over, bringing a lingering—echoing sensation throughout your entire cunt. You completely fell apart after a few more strokes, each more pressurized than the other until you snapped. You lost the ability to kiss Toji back when he used the entirety of his hand on you, cupping your cunt to draw out as much of your pleasure as he could. Your head was thrown back into the pillow, waterfalls of lewd moans and cries filling the room. "There you go, mama," he coos, allowing you some freedom to roll your hips against his hand. He presses quick kisses into your jaw and the column of your neck as your face is aimed towards the ceiling.

You surpassed the zenith of your pleasure and in time treaded towards more than you could handle. You nonverbally begged Toji to stop, wrapping your much smaller hands around his forearm. A couple whimpers and squeaks of overstimulation were required for him to slow down to a halt, even after your quivering thighs trapped his hand between them.

Your eyes fell shut and you sighed, contentedly. Toji observed your state of bliss, a shade of pink dusting lightly over his cheeks. You looked so pretty, lying there on the pillow for him. He can see you clearly, despite the curtains being shut to keep your little world safe inside. This allows nothing and no one to peek in, not even the moon and its guiding light. You're more brilliant than the moon, anyway. Much prettier, as well. It doesn't take a genius to establish this, especially when you look at Toji with all the stars in your eyes.

"Let's go again."

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pbueckerslover · 3 days

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kate smut pleasee☝️

anniversary - k.m. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

pairing(s): kate martin x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, kissing, smut, oral (kate!recieving), fingering (kate!recieving)

summary: it’s kate and yours one year anniversary and you decide to surprise her with a couple different things.

you and kate have officially been dating for one year and today was your anniversary. kate had been out for the past hour running errands so you took this time as the perfect opportunity to set up a surprise for her. you bought her a couple presents, decided to make dinner for the two of you and even decorated the apartment for her. you couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

you started to get ready by taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup and putting on a cute outfit. you also decided to slip on a new bra and underwear you had bought previously underneath your outfit for later. once everything was ready to go you decided to sit on the couch and wait for her to come home.

about 30 minutes later you heard keys starting to unlock the door. you knew exactly who it was so you got up from your spot and stood close to the door anticipating her entrance.

kate opened the door and walked in to see beautiful decorations covering the place along with candles, flowers and a meal for the two of you on the table. she was shocked to say the least, she had no idea you were planning this for her. “babe…. oh my god.” she said taking it all in. she started walking closer to you and once she was next to you the first thing she did was place a soft kiss to your lips.

she pulled away to look at you. your eyes met hers and you asked, “you like it?” she smiled at your question. “baby i love it this is so cute.” she said before wrapping you in a big hug. you giggled and rested your head in the crook of her neck.

when the two of you pulled away she couldn’t help but kiss you again. “come on let’s sit down.” you said as you grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the table. you both sat down and she stared at you from across the table.

“i love you.” she said as she started to eat the food. “i love you too, kate.” you replied and opened the bottle of champagne that you had laid out on the table. you guys talked and laughed nonstop while eating the food you had prepared. once you had finished you got up to grab the gifts you had bought for her.

“happy anniversary baby!” you said as you handed her two small boxes. she opened them while smiling. the first one had a silver necklace with a small “K” on it and a heart. the other one had some clothes that you remember her talking about wanting in the past.

you sat on her lap after she finished opening the gifts. “i love these so much, thank you babe.” she said and placed a kiss to your cheek. you smiled at her knowing she was truly grateful. “i have another surprise.” you said as you stood up from your spot on her lap and started walking towards your bedroom.

she followed after you excited to see what was next. when she walked into the room you had completely stripped out of what you were previously wearing. you had on a matching bra and underwear set that was her favorite color and you were now laying on your guys’ bed.

her mouth had practically dropped to the ground as she looked at you. she walked over to you and joined you on the bed. “you look so fucking pretty.” she said as she kissed you again and started to place kisses down your neck.

you then moved so you were on top of her and kissed her again. you asked her to take off her shirt and she did just that. you kissed all over her neck and chest and then started to leave kisses on her stomach. she let out soft moans as you started getting closer to her pussy.

she quickly removed her pants and underwear needy for more. you smirked up at her as you started to move down her body. you placed soft kisses to her thighs and she moaned more. “don’t tease me baby… need you so bad.” she said.

you placed one more kiss to her lips before moving back down to your original spot. all of a sudden your tongue was on her clit and she was moaning louder than before. you added a finger in her hole to increase her pleasure. she placed a hand to your head guiding you as you started to move faster.

“feels so fucking good.” she said and that was your queue to add another finger. she tilted her head back at the sudden contact. you moved even faster noticing that she was getting close. “such a good girl.” she said and you could practically feeling yourself getting wet just from her words.

“gonna cum baby!” she said as she could feel the all too familiar feeling growing. you took this as a sign to continue what you were doing, but faster.

moments later she was releasing all over your tongue. you moved from your position and went to lay down next to her. you turned to face her and she grabbed your face and kissed you once more. you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around her waist.

she pulled away and smiled at you. “thank you for everything baby i really loved it.” she said. “of course kate. i just really wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” you replied while smiling back at her.

this made her smile grow larger. “i love you.” she told you once more. “i love you more, babe.” you said and placed a kiss to her forehead. she wrapped her arms around you and you rested your head on her chest.

you pulled the blankets up so they were covering both of you. you both moved around a little bit until you were comfortable before drifting off to sleep.

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loveinhawkins · 2 days

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the first in a history of removals

ao3 Written for @steddiemicrofic June 2024 prompt, “stuff,” 483 words. Rated G, Post-Canon, Pre/Developing Relationship, Steve Harrington Backstory, cw: absent parents, implied depression in a parent

The house is quiet when Steve gets back, not in a too quiet way, exactly, not in the way that makes Steve’s hair stand on end.

But there’s an imperceptible shift in the air, like summer waning, on the cusp of fall—enough for him to know that something’s changed in the time it took to give Robin a ride home.

Eddie’s in the living room, kneeling near the TV; he’s wearing an old off-white t-shirt of Steve’s, one that’s grown soft and faded with time. The sight would normally make Steve smile: how their spaces are blurring together; how there’s a new toothbrush resting on the bathroom sink that, by silent agreement, belongs to Eddie.

But he spots the change immediately: the cabinet by the TV has been opened. Eddie’s holding a photograph delicately by the corners; he turns when he notices Steve’s in the room, keeps glancing down so his thumb doesn’t smudge the picture.

“Your mom called,” he says softly.

The words sound just like how he’s holding the photograph. Careful.

“Oh,” Steve says.

He can’t stop the wave of sadness in his voice—that he wasn’t there, that he missed her. He never knows when the next phone call will come.

But he does know that Eddie would’ve been kind.

“Was she, um. Was she okay?”

“Yeah, she—” Eddie stops, a tiny crease in between his eyes. “I think so. She—she just wanted me to check…” With his free hand, he indicates the open cabinet, “I wouldn’t have—it’s just, she asked me to—”

“I know,” Steve says. “Eddie, it’s fine, I’m—I’m glad you picked up.”

He sits down, and Eddie hands the photograph over so gently that Steve has to look away. His eyes catch on the cabinet shelves, the old photo albums, and he laughs quietly, “I can’t believe she kept all this stuff,” because that’s easier than trying to explain the rest of it.

When she calls on bad nights, her voice trembles with the strain of sounding upbeat—like how people try to disguise drunkenness, their over-enunciation only giving them away. More than once, Steve has wanted to say I know you’re not sleeping, because they are similar in that regard; sometimes the louder they are, the worse it is.

“How old were you?” Eddie asks.

Steve glances down. He doesn’t look at the picture directly, but he sees enough. The crimson blur of fall leaves. His mom pushing him on the tire swing.

“Ten,” he says. Then, suddenly, “That house isn’t there anymore.”

“Okay,” Eddie says kindly. He pauses. “Steve. You know you can… you can tell me anything.”

Steve nods. Murmurs, “Not tonight.”

“No,” Eddie agrees. “Wanna sleep?”

Steve nods again.

Eddie leans over, kisses his forehead; it’s the closest they’ve come so far, and all Steve can think is that Eddie must’ve brushed his teeth already, because his breath smells faintly like mint.

Smells like home.

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chunghasweetie · 1 day

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𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x tattoo artist!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s still closing up after a long day of work. she went to his shop right after work and she was drained. luckily jungkook was just the right one to cheer her up

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, just sex lol

— word count | 1.3k words

— song suggestion | put it on me — austin mahone

Jungkook had been working at the shop all day. All sorts of clients going in and out of his shop.

His employees had already gone home a while ago. He was still closing up for the night.

He was exhausted and drained. He just wanted to see his girl, though she had never left his mind through his shift.

The clock had just struck 12pm and JK’s Ink Lounge had finally closed up for the night. It was late, and she was barely getting off work around the same time as well.

He hadn’t seen her since last night because of their busy schedules.

She was a nurse and would work insane hours at the clinic. The two hadn’t had a work break in quite some time.

A knock was heard on the locked door of the shop. “We’re closed!” Jungkook called out before looking at the door, realizing it was actually his girlfriend, not a customer.

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, getting out and unlocking the door for her.

Jungkook's face lights up when he sees her enter his shop.

“Sorry baby. I forgot my key.” She apologized, pecking her boyfriend’s lips.

“It’s okay beautiful. What made you come here? Aren’t you tired? I thought you were at home.” He asked her, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Wanted to see my boo.” She hummed. “Never get to really see you anymore.”

He exhaled, “Yeah I know.”

“I got dropped tonight so I thought my lovely boyfriend would pick us up dinner on the way home.” She fluttered her lashes cutely.

“Anything for my baby.”

“I’ll help you close. Just do your online stuff and I’ll clean.” Y/n walked to the front desk, setting her purse down.

“No no baby.” Jungkook stopped her. “You gotta be tired Y/n. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“It’s not that bad baby.” She chuckled, grabbing some cleaning products to properly prep the studio. “I want to help you.”

Y/n could almost run the studio on her own. She knew everything and was more than willing to help her man out.

“You’re so amazing.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll hurry.”

“No rush.” She shook her head, getting straight to cleaning.

The two worked on the closing duties, making sure every part of the studio was ready for tomorrow.

“How was work today baby?”

“It was okay.” Y/n shrugged. “I’m so drained.” She complained, taking a seat on his lap.

Jungkook immediately notices her drained expression, and his face falls. He pulls her into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened, mama?"

“Short staffed again so I was kinda irritated.” She sighed.

He sighs softly, understanding her fatigue all too well. "You know I'm here for you, mama. Always."

His thumb gently strokes the side of her face, trying to ease her stress. "Why don't you let me take care of you for once?"

“Mm no. It’s my job to take care of you.” She protested.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her stubbornness. "That's my job, mama. You're too tired to argue, and I can tell you need some pampering."

“You’re so hard working baby. You’re better than me because you can take so much.” He hummed. “Sorry about your day baby.”

His thumb gently traces the outline her lips, before gently kissing them. "Let me take care of you tonight.

“Please.” She gave in, “I need it.”

"You're too beautiful to say no to." He carries her to a guest futon and sits down with her, his arm around her waist as he kisses her once again.

He groans softly, kissing her deeper and harder as his hands begin to roam her body.

"You know what I'm thinking about, pretty?" He whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against it. "I can't wait much longer. I was fucking trying to wait until we got home but— shit I can’t.”

“So fucking pretty” He whispered.

He begins to undress her, kissing every exposed inch of skin.

“Been wanting this for so long.” She spoke, “We never have time anymore.”

He groans as he hears that, his hands cupping her ass as he her you closer to him.

"Fuck I know pretty. I've wanted it just as bad you have no idea.” He lifts her up and positions himself before lowering her onto him.

“Haven’t seen you in so long.” She mumbled. “Haven’t touched you in forever.”

He nods in agreement as he thrusts up in her. "I know, baby. I've missed this too." His hands roam her body, touching every inch of it as he whispers sweet things to her.

"I love you, mama. You're so fucking beautiful." He croaked out.

His hands travel down her body and between her legs, rubbing her in just the right spot as he watches her with lust-filled eyes.

“Mm” She hummed.

Jungkook’s eyes darken at her soft moans as he leans in closer. "Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?"

He whispers hotly in your ear before nipping at her earlobe. "Because I want to fuck you so fucking bad right now. Just say the word.”

“Jungkook please. Want this so bad.” She whimpered

He growls at her whines, pulling out of her before flipping her over and pushing back into her. "Like this, baby?"

His hips piston in and out of her as he holds onto her hips, tugging her back into him as he thrusts forward.

“Fuck Jungkook— yes.”

He smirks as he listens to her pleas for more.

"Yes, baby?" He leans over her, his chest pressed against her back. "Do you like it when I fuck you rough?"

He moans at her words, his thrusts getting faster and harder. "Yeah, baby. You like when I fuck you rough like this hm? You're such a good girl for me."

He bites down on her shoulder as he reaches around and starts rubbing her clit. “So good for me.”

He smirks against her skin, feeling her getting closer to her release.

"That's right, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream my name." He thrusts into her a few more times before reaching down and starting to rub her clit furiously.

Her legs were shaking and her body was reacting all too well to his touch.

Jungkook was reaching his orgasm as well, trying to chase it with hers.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined.

He groans at her words, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

He thrusts into her as hard as he can, triggering her orgasm. "Fuck” Jungkook cursed.

“Feels so good— shit” she whimpered.

He growls at her words, feeling himself getting even closer to his release. "Yeah? Mm gonna cum all inside this pussy."

He thrusts into her a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore and cums inside her with a loud groan, filling her up.

“Shitttt” She panted, looking at how messy her pussy was because of them.

He pants hard, his forehead resting against hers as he tries to catch his breath. "Damn, baby. You felt so fucking good."

He smirks and kisses her lips gently. "Thank you, you always let me fuck you so good."

“Anything for you my love.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we had sex in here again.”

He lets out a chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I know. I can't help it though. Everytime you walk in here I know I’m done for."

He smirks and kisses her again. "You always make me so excited.”

“You’re just lucky I can’t resist.” She laughed. “Let’s clean now so we can go get food. I’m fucking starving.”

He nods. "Yeah, let's clean up. My stomach is killing me." He pulls out of you and helps clean her up.

“I’m not done with you once we’re home.” He mumbled. “Once that food in my system I’m ready to go.”

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed.

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junislqve · 3 days

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⟡ love me like you do — pjy

you needed your boyfriend and he’s there for you, always

pairs jay + reader content mentions of headaches kissing wordcount 680 — find my other works

note this is like a sick fic cause i feel sick umm it wasn’t intended though! this is not angst guys lmao sawry clickbait 🙁 also new layout ><

YOU had a long week. and you wanted nothing more than to be with your boyfriend. but instead, you were stuck in this club meeting for another hour.

it wasn’t like you hated being a part of a lot of school clubs. after all, you were the one to sign up for them. it was all fun until finals week is coming up and you’re packed with assignments coming at you.

you’ve always downplayed days like this as a bad day, deciding to just suck it up and do whatever you had to do. but, this time everything just felt more overwhelming. your head aches ten fold and you really badly needed sleep.

the moment the meeting was done, you packed up your bag and quickly walked out. fishing for your phone to dial your boyfriend’s number.

“hi, babe” his soothing voice speaks through, “are you done with the meeting already?”

your head thumped uncomfortably as you kept walking through the halls, you hummed in response.

“babe? are you okay” his voice asks again, you can hear him shuffle around.

“‘m fine” you manage to let out, walking down the stairs.

“wait there, i’ll come pick you up” he said firmly before hanging up. if you had any energy left, you would’ve reminded him to drive safe and mumble in an ‘i love you’. but with this raging headache, you barely can think about anything else.

the next fifteen minutes you sat on the school bench perched just before the exit of the building. your body was curled, propping your head against your knees.

when jay arrived, he walked in the school and immediately spotted you. he sighs in worry and walks up to you, patting your shoulder softly. you look up to meet your boyfriend’s soft smile, and he nudges your arm as he pulls you up gently to stand.

you had him as your support as you walked to the car. or rather, you clung to his side like a koala as he had his arms wrapped around you, walking carefully so you don’t trip.

jay opened the passenger door and lowered you in, sliding the seat belt around your body before walking to his side. the whole car ride was silent, save for jay humming softly, him looking at you through the rearview mirror every few minutes to check on you. you just sat there, slumped, resting your head on the headrest. wishing the pain would quickly go away, your hands intertwined with your boyfriend’s for comfort.

the moment you stepped back in your shared apartment, jay bent down to untie your shoelaces and slid it off. sliding off your jacket next and placing it on the couch. he directed you to his bedroom and you sat down on his bed as he took his clothes, handing them to you to change into.

“i’ll grab some ibuprofen” jay mumbled, closing the door to his bedroom. you change into his clothes in silence, sliding underneath his covers right after.

jay walks in and placed a mug on his bedside table and handed you the medicine, holding the mug as you drink, his hand placed behind your head. he placed the mug back on the table and joins you on the bed.

he admired you. even as your boyfriend he had never really gotten used to seeing you this up close. not when the two of you are busy as seniors in highschool. he cherished moments like these, save for the fact that you were sick. he thought you looked really adorable engulfed in his shirt, buried in it from the size difference.

you lay your head on top of his chest, his arms snaking around your back, holding your waist. he slid his hand underneath your shirt and rubbed the skin there in small circles. as sleep threatens to overcome you, you felt your boyfriend kiss your head softly, laying his head on top of yours.

you both lay under the covers, your boyfriend holding you while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, lulling you to sleep.

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boyfhee · 2 days

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﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤboyfriend headcanonsㅤ...ㅤ( 니키 )

ㅤㅤ﹙1190﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, est. rel, troublemaker!riki, sort of golden retriver x black cat tropeㅤㅤwarnings kissingㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ thank u to ri for helping me with this i love u iNDEX requested ps it's my first time writing this golden retriever and black cat thing i hope i did well ><

he'd be annoying— affectionately, of course, while also claiming to be the sweetest and nicest boyfriend you could ever have, which is true.

ruffles your hair just whenever. he likes to see your brows furrowed, lips in a frown. you think you look oh so mad however, all he sees is his cute and adorable girlfriend.

wants your attention so bad ! you'd be on a call and he would poke your cheeks, wanting you to focus on him. if you two are out and you bump into a friend, he'll be holding your hand and fiddling with your fingers. down the hallways between classes, catch him pecking your cheeks quickly and walking away as if nothing happened.

would wake you up with tickles, it mostly escalates into a tickle fight. with limbs tangled and you pushing him away while he's adamant on winning— often distracts you with kisses and it works every single time.

and the silly pranks he pulls on your define your relationship !

whether it's scaring you from behind or texting you from another room in a tone that alerts all your senses and when you actually go to check up on him, he's on his bed laughing, asking you to turn off the lights, maybe.

definitely ends up eating your snacks ... he is not holding himself back when those delicacies are in the fridge begging him to devour them TT

“ki,” you'd call his name with a serious and heavy tone, looking at the empty box in your hand. “you ate my cookies again.”

and he would shake his head in denial, giving you an innocent look, lying ever so efficiently. “no, i did not. you ate them, remember? last night, when you wanted snacks,”

“stop gaslighting me,”

however, he would buy more of those snacks for you, along with others that you like. you refuse to share out of spite, but how can you ignore him when he gives you one of his pouts and cute smiles ... even though they morph into a mischievous smirk when you agree to share.

would dodge your kisses and point and laugh at your face. at times, he would just stand up, taking advantage of his height and challenge you to kiss him.

sometimes, you avoid his kisses as a pay back and he just deadpans before cupping your cheeks and kissing you so you can't avoid them or look away anymore ㅠㅠ

0.5 selfies and pics are your thing. he takes at least one such photo of you on dates and adds it to his 'favourites' album which has almost every single pic of you in his phone.

by the way, he has a private album with pictures of you sleeping. only because you look so cute in your sleep and sometimes make faces, and also because you end up snuggling into him and he can't help but take a picture to tease you later.

your relationship is mostly you two goofing around a lot, sometimes chasing each other around the house when he takes an embarrassing picture of you and runs away with the phone, or down the street when you two are returning from a little ice cream date and he takes a bite from your popsicle.

loves to scare you while you two are watching horror movies, and then would get offended when you slap his arm in return.

and when you end up falling asleep on his shoulder during movies, he simply tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you fondly with a smile before pulling you closer.

“i like that i'm the only one who gets you see you like this.”

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xoxochb · 3 days

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˗ˋ I was enchanted to meet you ˊ˗

warnings: angst with redeeming fluff

pairing: percy jackson x daughter of hypnos

summary: based on the lyrics “please don’t be in love with someone else / please don’t have somebody waiting on you”

A/N: @spadekip

you hated how everyone liked percy

you can’t blame them, but he’s your boyfriend

and the more you think about your relationship with him, the more you realize how you’re never really present

you’re always asleep, that’s the problem

and you curse your father for that

you can’t help but fall asleep all the time, and it sucks when you try to have a relationship with someone you really like but all you can do is sleep

“y/n, are you okay? you’re zoning out again” percy frowns at you

“yeah- I’m fine” you stand up, “will I see you later?”

“yeah, I’ll come by your cabin tonight” he kisses your cheek

maybe you should tell him how you feel later

no- he already has enough to worry about

you discard the thoughts for now, continuing on your way to your usual camp duties

- 💌 -

you wake up from your nap to a knock on your cabin

oh, it’s percy, you had forgotten all about him!

you quickly stand up, rushing to open the door

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep” you rub your eyes, adjusting them to the sunlight

“no, you’re fine. can I come in?” he asks

“yeah- of course” you take his hand and pull him inside, closing the door behind you

“y/n, can we talk?”

a look of terror makes its way to your face as you sit back down on your bed

“woah- no, I’m sorry, it’s nothing bad, I don’t think it is. It’s about you” he sits down beside you and takes your hands on his “I’m worried about you, you’ve been distracted recently. do you want to talk about it?”

you think for a second “there’s not much to talk about”

“well there must be something, you can always talk to me” he reassured you

you sigh “well I don’t know, there’s a lot- it started with just worrying about you- everyone likes you, and I’m not exactly that present in this relationship, I’m always sleeping, and I’m scared that you’ll leave me for someone better who can actually stay awake”

“oh y/n…” he hugs your side “I don’t care that you’re always sleeping, I don’t like anyone else, I promise, I only like you, none of those other idiots”

you play with his hands, “but what if you-”

he cuts you off, “no- there is no ‘buts’ I only love you, you’re so special to me, and I love that you’re always sleeping, I think it’s cute how you can always fall asleep in the weirdest places, and I love seeing you so content”

you go to speak but he cuts you off again, “c’mon let’s go to sleep, yeah?”

“percy- you came here to hang out with me not sleep” you roll your eyes

“you love sleeping don’t you?” he looks down at you

“I do, but where is this going?” you look up at him suspiciously

“if you love sleeping, then I’ll sleep too. I’ll do anything to make you happy”

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo spoilers #percy series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #xoxochb

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lostfracturess · 23 hours

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Hi Nici! Not sure if you take these types of requests (more a plea for the soul at this point sigh) but is there a possibility that you write one of your amazing short one-shot where reader is having a bad body image day and Satoru comfort-to-fuck the hell out of these silly thoughts? God do I crave some body worship from of this man. Please, please, please?

18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content

boyfriend!gojo who wakes up to you avoiding eye contact and tugging at the hem of your oversized t-shirt. he knows that look, knows the subtle self-doubt clouding your eyes.

boyfriend!gojo who wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on you shoulder and murmuring, "what's troubling you, love?"

boyfriend!gojo who listens patiently as you voices you insecurities, never interrupting or dismissing you feelings. he understands that these doubts are real to you.

boyfriend!gojo who gently cups you face in his hands, tilting it up so their eyes meet. "look at me," he says softly, his thumbs tracing the curve of you cheeks.

boyfriend!gojo who tells you with unwavering sincerity, "you are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. every curve, every freckle, every inch of you is perfect to me."

boyfriend!gojo who kisses away the tears that well up in you eyes, each kiss a silent promise of love and acceptance.

boyfriend!gojo who knows that one day won't erase all you insecurities, but he's committed to loving you through them. he'll be you constant reminder of how truly beautiful you are, inside and out.

boyfriend!gojo who suggests you go out for ice cream, knowing your favorite parlor has the best chocolate fudge sundae.

boyfriend!gojo who pulls you into a playful twirl as you walk down the street, holding your hand tightly and stealing kisses whenever he gets the opportunity.

boyfriend!gojo who orders your favorite sundae with extra whipped cream and sprinkles, a mischievous grin on his face as he watches your eyes light up with childlike delight.

boyfriend!gojo who leans in close as you share the sundae, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "you know, you look absolutely stunning today."

boyfriend!gojo who sees the surprise in your eyes, followed by a flicker of doubt. he gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers as he looks deeply into your eyes.

boyfriend!gojo who tells you with unwavering sincerity, "i mean it. the way the sunlight catches your hair, the way your smile lights up your whole face... you're breathtaking."

boyfriend!gojo who continues to shower you with compliments throughout the day.

nsfw

boyfriend!gojo who, as the day goes on, can tell that something is still bothering you. he decides to take matters into his own hands (and other parts) to help ease your worries.

boyfriend!gojo who leads you to the bedroom back at home, where he begins to undress you slowly, taking his time to show you just how much he adores every part of you.

boyfriend!gojo who kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he holds you close.

boyfriend!gojo who, before things go any further, stops and looks into your eyes. "i want you to forget all your doubts right now," he says firmly. "you are amazing, and i am so lucky to be with you. remember that, okay?"

boyfriend!gojo who kisses you again, harder this time, as he guides you towards the bed to worship your body, taking his time to explore every curve and angle.

boyfriend!gojo who kisses you fiercely, his tongue probing deep into your mouth as his hands roam over your body.

boyfriend!gojo who pushes you back onto the bed, spreading your legs wide apart. he kneels down between them and presses his lips to your inner thigh.

boyfriend!gojo who wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you open wide as he slowly, tantalizingly, kisses his way up to your core, his breath warm against your skin.

boyfriend!gojo who, without warning, he dives in, his tongue expertly circling your clit. you gasp, arching your back as he sucks and licks, building you up higher and higher.

boyfriend!gojo who slides two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out in rhythm with his tongue. you moan loudly, grabbing onto the sheets as he curves them upward, hitting that spot that makes you writhe underneath him.

boyfriend!gojo who, just when you think you can't take it anymore, slows down, drawing out the tension until you are practically begging for release.

boyfriend!gojo who has you orgasm in mere minutes when as he resumes his pace, crying out his name as you come undone beneath him. but he's not done yet.

boyfriend!gojo who crawls up the bed, positioning himself above you. his cock is rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. he rubs the tip along your wet folds, teasing you before pushing inside.

boyfriend!gojo who stretches you in the most delicious way possible. he starts slow, giving you time to adjust to his size. he took his time, moving slowly and deliberately, making sure to hit every sensitive spot of yours.

boyfriend!gojo who pays careful attention to every reaction, every sigh and moan that escapes your lips. whenever he senses a hint of discomfort or insecurity, he pauses and shifts his approach, determined to banish any negative thoughts from your mind.

boyfriend!gojo who soon picks up speed, thrusting hard and fast, pounding into you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. you match his pace, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull him deeper inside of you.

boyfriend!gojo who loves the sound of flesh slapping flesh, mixed with your cries and moans. nothing gets him off more than your voice really.

boyfriend!gojo who knows exactly which angel to take, what pace to pick to have you orgasm again in mere minutes.

boyfriend!gojo who groans loudly as he releases inside of you, pulsing deep within your walls. exhausted and spent, you collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily.

boyfriend!gojo who looks over at you, his expression soft and gentle. "did that help chase away your doubts?" he asks quietly.

boyfriend!gojo who gins when you say yes, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "good. because you are beautiful and deserve to feel nothing but happiness, my love."

boyfriend!gojo who cuddles with you in bed afterwards, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest and planting soft kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and your lips.

boyfriend!gojo who whispers sweet nothings in your ear. he tells you how much you mean to him, how beautiful you are, and how lucky he is to have you in his life.

boyfriend!gojo who plays with your hair as you lie in bed together. he gently runs his fingers through your curls, untangling any knots until you fall asleep, holding you close.

author's note: sorry that your request was in my inbox for so long, and that i didn't write a full story bc that would take forever too, but i tired to write a little story in headcanons. hope you enjoy, felt very soft today haha :)) <33 headcanons m.list

#gojo headcanons #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo x you #satoru gojo headcanons #satoru gojo headcanon #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo smut #gojo smut #jjk headcanons #gojo fluff

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epiphainie · 2 days

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why do you think bucktommy has been "hitting differently"? i love them don't get me wrong, but i don't think it's been written much differently than buck's previous love interests (yet)

Hi anon,

I don't think I agree with you there. Well, first of all I think talking about all of Buck's previous romantic relationships as one thing is doing injustice to those different arcs and Buck's character journey. All served different purposes, all were written differently from each other. When I make the distinction that BuckTommy has been "hitting differently" what I mean is that it has what worked in those previous relationships as well as what was lacking. And I think the reason is twofold: the writers being intentional with their choices and how it's all been executed.

Intention:

Just to be clear, I don't mean anyone has had endgame BuckTommy intentions. Tim has been very clear about how he doesn't plan that far ahead and it's hard to talk endgames with a procedural format like this. But we know they wrote the bi Buck arc with more care, hence being more intentional with their choices than some of his previous relationships. We know that their first kiss had taken multiple shapes before it ended up being this gentle, surprising but still mutual kiss. We know that they wanted to create a story where Buck felt connected to this guy but also safe and light. We know that they wanted to make Tommy a character who can be understanding and lead Buck as he stumbles. We know that Tim thought Lou's buy was important because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake of creating a LI who didn't fit with the rest of the cast etc.

Now you can say some of these fit previous LIs one way or another but it brings me to execution:

Many people talked about this before me, obviously, but I think the execution of everything they planned with Tommy has been great. I mean before their first kiss, this guy goes out of his way and shows up at Buck's to "clean the air" with this virtual stranger because he believes he caused bad blood between him and his friend. Not just that, he reassures Buck about his place in his friend's life and apologizes for making him feel excluded. Now as the audience we know Buck is the kid who'd get hurt on purpose so his dad would pay him attention, he's the guy who sued the fire department because he felt pushed out and isolated, but Tommy doesn't. I think an LI addressing one of Buck's core insecurities in such a direct and reassuring manner before even knowing him is a great way to set up why Buck would feel safe with and understood by him.

Another is that Tommy immediately meets Buck at that vulnerable place when he admits to being jealous of the 118's bond and Buck reassures him back. This for example, is something Abby had done with Buck imo but Buck back then didn't know himself enough to embrace his own insecurities and at a maturity level to address Abby's despite his best intentions. With Taylor, their whole issue was that they couldn't be honest and vulnerable with each other. BuckTommy in this aspect feels different because from the get-go as they're being honest and are on the same frequency when it comes to this.

Episode five, we see them on their failing date, then we see Buck being nervous that he fucked it up in the coffee scene. We've seen this Buck before, when he got into that anxious mode to make sure Abby knew he wasn't cheating on her. Obviously, the context and the stage of the relationship are very different and they both reassure Buck about it not being his fault. Great on both Tommy and Abby.

But then, the immediate follow-up in Abby's case is that she's leaving for abroad. I don't think Abby is being evil or mean with this decision (where I have a problem with is when she starts ghosting him and doesn't just end it, but that's another topic) but again knowing what we know about Buck as the audience, we know this is a big deal. We know this - and later Ali leaving - adds on his issues of feeling like he's not worth it, we know it leads to him basically trapping Taylor because he's so afraid she'll leave. Again, Tommy doesn't. But Tommy gives him a second chance and then shows up at the wedding.

You can say showing up on one date is not proof that Tommy will always be there for Buck, but I think the execution is so good in painting Tommy as very reliable concerning this. Because Tommy doesn't just show up. If the writers' only concern was to write Tommy out of the A plot of episode 6, he could just come to the ceremony and be like "my shift just ended". No, Tommy says he'll try his damnest to make it to the wedding and then he enters the hospital all rushed, haphazard, covered in soot, hair a mess. The dramatique of that entrance immediately validates in the audiences' mind that yeah this is a guy who will do his damnest to be there for Buck. It, again, addresses a core insecurity of Buck's.

Back half of the season doesn't do anything different but we again see Tommy notice Buck's emotional state, meet him in that vulnerable place, and also match his flirty vibe. They're comfortable; it feels earned even in such a short span because of the well execution of their initial arc. This to me what Buck said about Natalia when they thought the show wasn't coming back (and before that relationship was recontextualized as being a dud), about how he feels seen and comfortable etc. Only this time, there's intention, effort, and execution.

One final note in execution - and this is very ymmv because I've seen even from some BuckTommys that they wished they did this differently - I genuinely love how little BuckTommy there is in 7x03. More specifically, I love that Tommy's reintroduction to the series is not through being Buck's potential love interest. He's there in that episode for Hen, Chim, and Bobby. In 10 mins screentime he's quickly established with motives and personality quirks, is involved in the main plot, bounces off of other characters. Again, great execution of a thing Tim intended to do: a love interest who can fill more roles than just the love interest. This basically makes him in his own category in how purposeful and functional he can be as a character in the greater narrative. So yeah I think both as a person in-story and a character, Tommy has been hitting different.

#very long answer lol couldnt stop yapping about tommy sorry my bad #mimi talks #bucktommy #911 #tevan #kinley #also ill get to all the other asks i promise

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hugsandharrystyles · 11 hours

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Pathetic

Summary: Harry is pathetic, whipped, and an asshole.

Word Count: 2k+

(SMUT so beware.)

"Just give me one more chance."

"I gave you about twenty chances, Harry," You argue. You both have been broken up for about two months now. Harry has a bad habit of breaking up with you when he feels it gets too serious and then begging his way back into your heart at some lame frat party a few weeks later. You finally became exhausted of the cycle and realized you didn't want to be in a relationship with someone like that. Harry didn't take your final break-up well at all because he finally understood you were done with his antics. He's been in a constant state of panic ever since.

"Please, Y/N. I won't- I won't dick around again. I'm a fucking idiot. Just- baby, please," He's spluttering as he corners you into a wall of his dingy frat house. The music is blaring, and people are dancing everywhere you look.

"Yeah, you've said that every time, and I'm not buying it," you say with a mundane tone. You love Harry more than anything, but you can't give him the satisfaction in knowing that. He practically whines and cages you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, his face resting against your shoulder. You roll your eyes at his pathetic behavior.

"Please, please, please," He begs, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. You huff in annoyance.

"I hope you know you're acting pathetic right now," you tell him, and he whimpers in your shoulder, nodding his head against you. "Harry, look at me," you say, and he drags his head up. His eyes are clouded over, and his hands rest on your hips, lips in an eternal pout. "I'm not going to date you again because you're an awful boyfriend." His jaw slightly drops, and you swear you see tears well in his eyes. "But-" you begin, reaching up to caress his cheek and wipe a fallen tear, "I'll let you fuck me one more time since that's all you wanted from me anyway, huh?" You ask condescendingly.

"No- No, Y/N, please. You have to know that's not true-" His spluttering is cut off by your lips on his.

"This isn't going to happen if you keep talking," You whisper against his lips. His mouth slips open, and he dips his tongue into your mouth, massaging his against yours. The make out is sloppy and wet, and by the time you pull away, you're both panting and have red cheeks. You take his hand in yours and pull him to the closest bathroom. You lock the door behind you and pop yourself up on the counter.

"We can't go to my room?" Harry asks in a small voice.

"Fuck no. I don't know who you've had in there since me," you say, your voice heavy with disgust as you pull him between your legs and start kissing at his neck. His hands rest against your thighs, squeezing and pawing at them as he shakes his head.

"I swear there hasn't been anyone since you," He promises and moans when you start sucking at his skin.

"As much as I want to believe that we both know the slut you've been in the past," you say and pat his chest. He glares at you before smashing his lips against yours and yanking down your top, so your breasts spill out. He grips and pinches your tits, making you moan into his mouth. His disconnects his mouth from yours to suck at your nipples. Your hand comes to cradle the back of his head as your other hand rubs at your clit through your underwear.

"Let me," he says and goes to put his hands on your pussy, but you stop him.

"No, you can just fuck me," you say breathlessly. "You don't deserve anything else." He nods his head in pitiful agreement and begins to unzip his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. Your eyes shine at the big dick you've been missing, and you bite your lip to hold back your smile. You spit into your hand before reaching down to jerk him off a bit. His hips stutter into your hand and his jaw drops as a guttural moan spills out. "Geez, you're sensitive," you laugh.

"Wanna fuck you," He whines and thrusts into your hand.

"Alright, c'mon, big boy," you tell him and part your legs further, scooting farther down the counter, so your pussy is perfectly lined up with his dick. He slides himself over your pussy to get himself wet, his face twisting in pleasure at the subtle contact, and you can't not laugh at his piteous behavior.

As soon as he's about to stick his tip in, you stop him.

"Wait," you say and shove at his hip. He pouts but stills himself. "Get a condom," you tell him, and his jaw drops in betrayal.

"But- we never used a condom- ever!" He complains, his eyebrows sewn together in annoyance.

"Well, we are now. I don't trust where your dick has been," you tell him, and his jaw drops.

"This isn't fair! C'mon, Y/N, I've gone along with your games all night, and baby, please, I love you so much. I haven't been with anyone else. You're the only one for me-"

"Harry, it's a condom or nothing," you command, and he basically whimpers at your unwavering attitude.

"Okay," he agrees meekly and reaches into his pocket to pull out a condom. Your jaw drops, and a laugh falls from your mouth. His eyes question you.

"So, you want me to believe you haven't been with anyone when you had a condom ready in your pocket?" You can't control the laugh that escapes you.

"No! It was Niall, I swear! He- He's been making fun of me because I haven't fucked anyone since you, so right before the party started, he jammed one of these in my pocket, and I forgot to take it out. I swear, Y/N," his eyes are serious, and it does sound like something Niall would do, but the irony is too perfect.

"Yeah, okay, just put it on, Harry," you say with humor lingering in your voice.

"Are you fucking- Here, I'll call Niall right now, and he can tell you," he says and begins to reach for his phone.

"No, Harry, that's so unnecessary!" You laugh and try to grab his phone, but he's already ringing Niall.

"Obviously it's not," he counters, puts the phone on speaker and waits for his friend to pick up.

"Hello?" The familiar Irish accent speaks into the phone.

"Hi, Ni. Have I been with anyone since Y/N?" Harry asks.

"No- what the fuck is going on right now- are you with Y/N?" Niall's confusion is evident through the phone.

"Yeah, hi Niall," you say awkwardly.

"Oh, fucking finally. Y/N, you've got to give my boy Harry another chance. He doesn't stop fucking whining about you, and it's annoying as hell-" Harry hangs up the phone before he could say anything else.

"Well, you see now," Harry says and positions himself at your entrance.

"Just the tip," you tell him, and his brows furrow in confusion.

"Huh?" he asks.

"I don't want you to fuck me all the way," you explain. His jaw ticks, and he slaps his dick against your clit, making you twitch. "Careful," You warn between gritted teeth. He spends some time just rubbing himself in between your pussy lips and catching his head on your tight hole. "C'mon, Harry. I want to get back out to the party."

"You're being so mean," He pouts but pushes his head in, his jaw dropping in pleasure. You push at his hip when his hips thrust a bit farther in.

"You were mean first- fucking remember that," you spit.

"I'm sorry," he whines as he fucks you with the tip of his cock. He reaches down to rub at your clit, and your legs lightly shake at the sensation. Harry knows exactly where every good spot is on your body and where exactly will bring you the most pleasure. "So sorry, baby. I'll be anything for you, I swear," he says all pussy-drunk.

"Too little, t-too late, Harry," you breathe and gasp when he pushes in a bit farther. "Watch it," you warn.

"Please, Y/N," He cries, his hips stalling in an attempt to not cum.

"Oh, you better not be about to fucking cum. We haven't even been going for two minutes, and I didn't even think you'd be able to cum from just the tip," You laugh evilly, and he groans in response.

"Shut up, shut up," he says and presses at your stomach when you try to wiggle on him.

"Fucking loser," You spit and clench down on him.

"You're still letting this loser fuck you, s-so what does that say about you?"

"Shut the fuck up," You moan and shove at his hip, but he barely budges. He fucks his tip in and out of you while lightly slapping your pussy.

"If you want me t-to be a loser, I will, sweetheart. I'll be anything you fucking want. Just- just don't leave me again," He begs and leans down to suck on your tits again. "Mama, please." Harry only uses that nickname for you when he's in a certain headspace, so you understand you need to be softer with him for the time being. He does genuinely seem sorry for his behavior, and he's just so hot he's hard to say no to.

"C'mon, Harry. You can cum," You encourage him, and he shakes his head.

"You- You're gonna leave," He whispers and grasps your hips tightly, stilling the both of you once again. You can't take it this time and instead wrap your legs around his hips and push him into you, so you're pressed tightly together. He practically sobs as he cums, and you fear he's too loud, so you press a hand to his mouth. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you to his body, and you swear his orgasm lasts forever. The sensation brings you close, yourself. Your hand that's not on his mouth comes up to play with his hair.

"Calm down," you say gently into his ear as he breathes heavily. His head sags to your shoulder where he sucks at your neck in a soothing manor. The hand that isn't in his hair now rubs at his back. He tries his best to keep his hips still, but they animalistically shove himself as far in as he can possibly go to lock your bodies together.

"I love you- love your soul and your body and everything about you," he breathes and kisses your cheek, letting his forehead rest against your temple. "I love you- I'm so sorry, my love." You can't help the tears that fall at his sentiment. He kisses your cheek again and begins to kiss his way down your body, gently removing himself from you in the process, though when he sees your mixed cum start to drip from your pussy, he quickly gets on his knees and starts to lick you clean. "We taste the best when we're together," he moans and shoves his tongue inside you as far as he can.

"Harry!" You squeal and fist a hand into his hair.

"Fuck- moan my name, baby while I eat your sweet cunt," he pants and sucks at your clit with ferocity. His head shakes side-to-side like a feral animal, and your legs begin to shake again. His hands come up to grip your legs and pin them to the side to spread you open for him. "Cum for me, please, baby." His begging sends you over, and you swore you would've slipped off the counter if he hadn't been gripping you tightly. As you begin to come down, two fingers are being shoved into your pussy and practically shaking you up, hitting repeatedly at that sweet spot inside of you, and you begin to spurt everywhere as you squirt, Harry's tongue flicking against your clit the entire time. He removes his fingers once you finish but then again move his head down to your entrance to lap you up. You have to push his head away and quickly close your legs to stop him.

"Give me a break, Harry," you sigh, a laugh breaking through your lips as you see him pout. He rises off the floor and kisses the corner of your mouth as your panting decreases. "Thank you," you breathe.

There's a moment of intensity where your eyes lock, and you swear you completely understand each other.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry asks.

"Please."

This turned out sappier than I thought, so sorry if you don't like that... Also, thank you for all the love!

#harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harrystyles #one direction #harry styles angst #smut #sappy

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sukirichi · 16 hours

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VIRGIN KILLER TRIO !! & their habits

→ oliver aiku + karasu tabito + otoya eita

→ nsfw. smut. wrote this impulsively on my notes because karasu has me feeling things. aged up characters. toxic men. fingering. oral (f receiving) otoya is a cheater (canon but i love him) unedited. size kink kind offf. aiku hits it and quits it.

+ I NEED AIKU SO BAD. i also hc that karasu is a manwhore but he would teeat you so well <3

it’s hard not to catch sight of the virgin killer trio in every afterparty. there’s oliver — the smooth talker who can never remember a girl’s name, karasu — who reads your every move and can tell from across the room how badly you want him, and otoya — the quietest of them all. but don’t let his demeanor fool you. rumors have it that he’s as great in bed as he is at breaking hearts.

pick your poison, they said. don’t let the night go to waste, they said.

but all is easier said than done when oliver has forgotten his cold beer on the counter as he presses you against it during a party. he calls you names that are outright dirty and should not have made you this wet. he smells like smoke and liquor — like danger, like everything you should avoid. you know he won’t remember you the next morning and you’ll most likely wake up in an empty bed. no notes, no small gift left behind. it would be hard to tell he was ever there if it were not for the ache between your thighs and the bite marks he’d left all over your skin.

oliver fucks like the way he wins — luring his opponent and trapping them against him until you give in and submit. what’s the point of fighting anyway? you know it’s futile. you should just let him do as he pleases — to hammer into you from behind, his large hands squeezing your hips in a vice-tight grip. oh no, he’s not letting you go. he’ll keep you there until your thighs quiver and your head drops down to the pillow, the sheets drenched with sex and sweat. he’ll keep you there until his legs are tangled with yours, your tongue lolled out as he fucks out the most delicious moans from you.

oliver aiku is dirty, intoxicating, and when he leaves his mark on you, he only has one goal in purpose — to ruin you for any other man who comes next.

karasu is different. he’s sweeter, more tender with his words and gestures. he doesn’t seduce you right away. no, he likes to watch his prey first from across the room, letting his gaze wander to your pretty face and picturing if you’d look better when you’re finally coming around his cock. when he makes himself known, it’s too late. he’ll know everything about you already, just like how he knows he’ll have you putty in his hands by the end of the night. the only thing left is to prove his theories right — don’t even try to think you can hide your weaknesses from him. he can read you like an open book. he can tell from the hungry way your eyes roam over him that you’d take it like a good girl, and your eyes would roll back when he slides himself in deep.

unlike aiku, karasu doesn’t cage you under his arms and suffocates you. this isn’t a battle for him, because battles mean there’s equal chances of winning, and there’s none of that in the bedroom. karasu knows he’s stronger and has the upper hand. he knows you’re entirely at his mercy when he pins your hands above your head, his long fingers locked around your wrist. and oh, he’s sweeter, so much sweeter. he calls you beautiful and gorgeous. he worships you and leaves kisses on your body, murmuring sweet nothings like a mantra against your skin. he isn’t rough, but he fucks you hard and deep. hard enough you’re seeing stars and your toes are curling, pussy fluttering around his girth. and when he’s pushed you to the edge, he’ll make sure everyone at the party knows who made you feel that good.

karasu doesn’t leave a note. he stays the night and kisses you again, his eyes droopy in a post sex-haze. he gives you his number, because why not? he sure wouldn’t mind sleeping with you again the next time you run into each other.

the next time you attend these events, it isn’t the dominant oliver or endearing karasu who charms you. instead, otoya comes unexpectedly — slithering his way into your heart (and pants) before you could realize it. he’s subtle, and doesn’t stand out much from the crowd. it comes like a shock to you when you find yourself pressed up against a wall in a random hallway with his lips against your neck. he doesn’t say sweet things like karasu, or teases you on how you’re such a dirty whore like oliver would. no, otoya speaks with his words, and you get the message clear enough when he’s pumping his fingers in you. he’s quiet still, giving you only breathy moans and low groans when you squeeze around him — but by the heavens, he sounds the prettiest.

there is nothing quick and swift when it comes to otoya, unlike how he is when he’s speeding through the field. he takes his time with such confidence and patience that karasu would lack, since he’s too eager. and he touches you in the gentlest manners briefly reminding you of karasu, but when otoya looks at you, it’s different. with his handsome face above you, his reddened lips parted with a shuddering breath, and his eyes narrowed as he watches your cunt swallow him to the hilt. he isn’t the sweetest, but he is the most romantic. lacing his fingertips with yours, otoya swallows all your moans in a devouring kiss. his hips plunging into you in a way that you’re sure you’ll feel him for days. and he kisses like he means it — kisses your sweet pussy with his eyes closed and rough hands kneading your ass like a starved man.

and when he leaves, it’s with a hole in your heart. otoya is a silent killer, who comes and disappears into your life, but not without ensuring he’s more than just a silly fuck. because otoya didn’t have to make out lazily with you, or ask about your passions. he didn’t have to be genuinely interested in getting to know you and smile like he’s fallen in love. he didn’t have to hide that it was all a mistake — that he was already with someone else, and simply couldn’t ignore his needs when you set foot into the room and your scent got him hard.

and when the regret sinks in, otoya will barely look you in the eye. he doesn’t stay the night because there’s someone waiting for him at home.

he doesn’t ask for your name or number because it’s easier to pretend nothing happened between you. just as silently as he made his way to your heart, otoya leaves with a final resounding click of the door being shut.

because just like his friends, otoya never stays.

and they’ll be on their way to find their next conquest.

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thinkingotherwise · 2 days

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Hi! Can you do one of what the wind breaker guys are like on the PDA with a girlfriend who is very affectionate and that includes sugishita and taiga? Thanks🫶

We need more interactions between them please. They are so extra, they could be besties

Kyotaro Sugishita, Taiga Tsugeura x Affectionate! reader

Kyotaro Sugishita

He was a little uncomfortable with PDA. It was strange for him and he had the hardest time getting used to your soft touches. But he slowly adjusted to it. He wouldn't necessarily initiate it but he would let you hold his hand, sometimes even hug you back when you embraced him.

The only times he would be the first to instigate the contact was while he saw you nervous and scared. He knew that affection was your go-to, especially when you were anxious, so he would grab your hand and hold it tightly without a second thought.

Kyotaro seemed indifferent whenever you touched him but inside he was a panicked and flustered mess. You could rarely see him blush with his indifferent face.

As an affectionate person you liked PDA, and weren't afraid to show it, but you were skeptical because you weren't sure if he was 100% okay with it.

So once you heard older women talking about how it was unethical and awful, you doubted yourself. You could understand them if you really did something bad, but you were just standing with him, playing with his fingers, as the both of you waited for the bus. The doubt made you let go of his hand as you became nervous.

Kyotaro, however, as soon as he felt you letting go of him, became irritated. He huffed loudly glaring at the women. "Come here." He said looking at you and pulling you back to his side grabbing your hand and entangling your fingers together. "Huh?" You asked a little confused but also content that he didn't actually concern himself with the comments. "I don't mind it, so don't listen to them." He voiced, his thumb caressing the back of your hand while he continued glaring at the people who spoke up.

You felt better knowing that your touchiness didn't matter to Kyotaro. If someone said something like that again, he'd glare at them pulling you closer to him. He didn't care what they thought, or said, he just cared that you were happy.

Taiga Tsugerura

He wouldn't mind your touch at all. His muscles, his body, everything was for you, just as much as it was for him, that's what he would tell you.

He initiated the contact immediately when you were near him and didn't do it first. The feeling of your warm skin and body against him was pleasant and relaxing. He liked flexing in front of you while you were gushing over him and your hands moved all over his arms, it made his ego big and he felt very satisfied after the exhausting training he did.

Taiga loved to have you helping him with his workouts. He even searched through the Internet looking for couple exercises, especially the ones that let you be as close as you could. And so, you would be his frequent partner during workout routines. Doing pushups with you lying on top of him, crouches to kiss you, squats with you on his back. He would always make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself.

It didn't matter if you were in a public gym or exercising privately. "Oh God!" Someone once called when he saw you working out together. "Cut down on the PDA" He continued joyfully and then others joined. "You don't need to show off." "No need to remind us we're single." The voices mixed and soon laughter filled the gym. You also joined giggling to yourself and looked at the amused smile on Taiga's face.

People at the gym had enough of your lovey-dovey sessions, but it was their problem, not yours. Maybe he would tone down the touchiness, but just a little, when in the gym, in front of others, because he didn't want the two of you kicked out.

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m-jelly · 2 days

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Hey! So once I requested a Levi x reader who is alergic to dust and stuff. I was wondering if you could do another one like that but instead one of the cadets didn't clean and because Levi was tired he didn't notice. But the reader is normally in the room or area and ended up passing out while working In the area. Like how would that go down. Thank you in advance. I hope your doing good, make sure you take care of yourself, eat and drink water. Also make sure to treat yourself some days and take breaks!

"How could you let this happen?" Levi's tone was sharp and frustrated. "I've told you all time and time again that you need to be on top of the cleaning here." The tapping of his boots echoed as he paced back and forth in front of the medical room. "Treat cleaning like you are taking out Titans. If you're slacking in your action someone could get hurt."

"Sorry, Captain." The cadet hung their head in shame. "I let you down."

"You did, you really did." He released a sigh and tried to control his anger. "Are you aware of what allergies are?"

They nodded. "Y-Yes, my friend can't have nuts."

"You manage to protect them, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

He needed to let out some range, so he slammed the side of his fist against the wall. "So why not this?"

"I-I."

He growled a moment before relaxing his body. "Go do your job, now."

They saluted him. "Y-yes c-captain!"

As the scout ran off with sweat pouring off them due to panic, Levi watched them very closely because he needed to let his rage wash off him before he saw you. He grunted a moment as his thoughts and heart calmed a moment.

It all had been a blur for him what'd happened. He wanted to see you and spend some time with you, you were his girlfriend and a wonderful member of staff for the team. Your role was to do admin and unfortunately, you had a bad reaction to dust, your body would just clamp up and you'd struggle to breathe a lot and your nose would block.

Usually, the cleaning was done often, but it seemed like one cadet had been slacking and the dust had piled up for weeks. Levi made his way to visit you and saw you in the office checking out files and having a bit of a coughing fit. He hurried to your aid and knew what to do to help you, but he had been a bit too late.

When you collapsed in his arms he thought his world had ended, thankfully you were breathing. He hurried you to Hange to help him keep you well and now you were recovering in a medical room. Levi once had thought there was little value to his life, but you had changed everything for him. He wanted to live so he could marry and grow old with you.

As soon he took in a deep breath he slipped into your room to see you sleeping soundly. He took a seat next to you and began playing with your hair. A lump formed in his throat as he held back the urge to cry. Compelled by his feelings, he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

A sweet little hum came from you. You opened your eyes and gazed at your teary-eyed boyfriend. "Levi?" You winced as you croaked a little. "Sorry, the coughing messed with my voice."

He caressed your cheek. "Don't ever be sorry, okay? None of this is your fault. You can't help it when you have a reaction. That room should have been cleaned and it wasn't."

"I hope you weren't too nasty to the cadet."

He lowered his head. "I said I was disappointed in them. I didn't shout too much."

You cupped the side of his face. "Good boy."

He smiled sweetly at you, his smiles were only for you. He nuzzled your hand a bit before kissing it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Come here and give me a kiss."

He leaned down and kissed you. "I guess I'll have to look after you for a while."

You hummed a laugh. "Yeah. It'll be lovely."

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icarryitin · 2 days

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Cross the Line

spencer reid/gn afab!reader

reader is still more or less a blank slate but i wrote this w my fellow thick girlies in mind, love you🧡 have fun defiling a sofa you whores🫡

(this is NOT a part of Can You…? but there is a new part coming next week so !!!)

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word count: 4.3k // warnings: 18+ pls this is straight up porn, afab reader bc work with what you’ve got, unprotected PIV and all the trimmings including fingering and a sneaky blowjob, too many feelings for something i meant to just be sexy

“This is a really bad idea.”

Oh, don’t you know it. But Spencer isn’t pulling back from you – still very much in your space for a man claiming that he shouldn’t be there in the first place.

Although he’s not touching you, not yet, the tension in the room is stretched so thin that you’re worried it’ll snap. There’s no going back after that. It’s all so fragile, this delicate thing between you, and you’re afraid that one wrong move will shatter it all beyond repair. The heavy rain of the summer thunderstorm pounding against your living room window does nothing to relieve the stifling pressure in the room. You want to tell him that you agree, it’s a very bad idea. You want to tell him goodnight, you’ll see him on Monday, you want to wave him towards the stairs of your apartment building and shut the door on him. Except no sound comes out when you open your mouth. Because you’re wound so tight, only by his proximity, by the warmth that leeches over you from having him so fucking close.

You close your mouth again, clear your throat, and frown at the tiniest twitch of his lips. Smug bastard isn’t a side of him you see often. It suits him, annoyingly.

It takes a gargantuan effort to peel your gaze from his mouth, to lock your eyes on his with an intensity he doesn’t expect. To his credit, he doesn’t falter all that noticeably, the catch of his breath only detectable by the barest shudder of his shoulders – but it’s nice to know you hold the same level of power over him as he does you. Maybe not nice, maybe a little bit dangerous, maybe a little bit like standing too close to the edge of a cliff. Adrenaline thundering through your veins, nerve endings on fire, daring one of you to take the leap. Spencer caves first, the slightest skim of his fingers against yours, and it’s game over.

You have no choice but to kiss that stupid little smile right off his face.

He’s taken by surprise when you surge forward to close the gap between your faces, stumbling a little with the force of it, but he catches you. Of course he does, just like always. This moment has been months in the making – eleven months, nine days, and six hours to be exact. Which he always is. From the second you waltzed into the bullpen with your smile and your eyes and your shiny new badge, and him? He has three PHDs to his name, thinking about a fourth, and yet even just the smell of your laundry detergent can render his mind completely blank of anything but you. He should hate it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes forward, pressing his lips to yours with fervour. All he can wonder is why it’s taken so long.

Kissing Spencer Reid is everything. You could do it forever. You probably won’t be that lucky, but you would if he let you. And, while his aversion to touch has never really seemed to apply to you, it’s as though he’s abandoned it completely – the thing about kissing Spencer Reid, you find, is that he’s all hands.

On your cheeks, your jaw, the back of your neck. Sliding down to grip at your upper arms, your elbows. He tugs you in even closer by them until there’s not a breath of air between your bodies. Until he can wind his arms around you completely. Your hands have trailed up to rest on his chest, fairly content to bask in the heat of him and the stuttering of his heartbeat under your fingertips. But it’s like he can’t decide where he wants to hold you. Just that he wants to leave no stone unturned, meticulously cataloguing every inch of your body by touch alone. He probably is, knowing him, committing you to memory. The thought makes you burn, as he grasps at your waist like his life depends on it. He’s not close enough – will never be close enough, you think. His lips part for a moment, just to catch his breath before he dives back in, and you seize the opportunity to lick along the reddened line of them. No, you can’t climb into his body and live there, but sticking your tongue in his mouth is a close second. You’ll just have to live with that.

Spencer’s gasp in response to the intrusion almost makes you draw back, almost. But you can’t go anywhere because he’s on you again, more enthusiastic than he ever was before, backing you up into your apartment. One hand abandons its post on your hip to turn the lock and slide the security chain into place on the front door – safety first, the action is hotter than you’d like to admit – and then it’s back with a vengeance until you’re sure he’s leaving bruises. You can’t find it in yourself to care.

Feet shuffle, hands fumble, you almost take the both of you down when the floorboards are interrupted by the lip of the living room rug. But the stumble isn’t worth pulling your face off of Spencer’s, not even for a second. Not until you have to manoeuvre around the coffee table to find the couch anyway.

You mumble a quiet ouch against his lips when the wooden corner of it digs into the back of your knee, and the chuckle you get in response makes your heart grow so big you’re worried it’ll burst your ribcage at the seams. Noses knocking into one another, you turn your face to scowl at the offending item of furniture, but a gentle touch to your jaw coaxes your eyes back to his. And you get it.

This is what everyone means when they say that he looks at you.

Spencer’s eyes are a shade darker in the low light, focused solely on your face. Your lips, your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, he’s studying you like there’s nothing else in the world worth looking at so closely. As if he doesn’t spend most of his working day looking at your face. As if it’s not enough. Even if you weren’t a profiler, the reverence he seems to regard you in would give him away. It’s not the heady pressure of the rolling thunder that’s making you sweat - it’s that look. Because it’s the one you get all the time, reserved just for you. Okay, maybe you had noticed, but you’ve always put it down to wishful thinking. Always had an excuse. It feels more intimate than sticking your tongue in his mouth, looking at him like this. So open, so vulnerable.

He lets you back him up, this time, taking the careful step or two backwards without breaking the eye contact until he can feel the fabric of your couch against his legs. Soft, even through the fabric of his trousers. Spencer expects you’ll feel much the same. There’s no struggle for the upper hand in the quiet of the room. Just the two of you, tentatively taking a step out into the unknown side by side. He lowers himself to sit, couch cushions giving way to his body exactly as softly as he expected, lacing his fingers through yours to take you with him. He doesn’t pull, but you follow him all the same. You let him guide you, settling a thigh either side of his own, balanced carefully on his lap. He won’t let you fall.

“Hi.” His throat is dry - his voice lower, more gravelly than he’s expecting, and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to catch his eyebrows before they can jerk up in surprise.

Your laugh is mesmerising, music to his ears. It washes over him as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks, smoothing his eyebrows with your thumbs.

“Hi,” Your own shaky tone betrays you, just a little, “You okay?”

He’s nodding even as he leans in to kiss you, to inhale you, to drown in you again.

Long fingers dig into the meat of your thighs and the shuddering groan that escapes your lips is absolutely involuntary, but Spencer swallows it without a second thought. Your hands are tight in his hair as his grip wanders to your hips and squeezes – you can’t help but grind down into his lap, feel the hardness of him beneath you. And suddenly, making out like horny teenagers isn’t enough. You have to pull back, however reluctantly, though you don’t stray far.

“Spencer,” You’re breathless, eyes still closed, lips still brushing his with every syllable, “I need you.”

The streetlight shining through the raindrops on the window casts a glow behind your head, Spencer’s heavy lidded eyes fanning it out like a lens flare in a film – like a halo. He’s always thought you had one.

“You have me, you’ve always had me. Are you sure?” He wants to cringe at the question, sure that it’ll send you flying out of his lap, but he has to be certain. He has to know that this isn’t stress relief after the case, that it’s not because he’s right in front of you, that your insides churn every time you look at him the way his tie themselves into knots over you. Your responding smile is fond, one hand sliding down from his hair to swipe your index finger down the length of his nose and he can’t help the upturn of his own lips. In spite of it all, his anxiety dissolves completely, withering and dying under your sincere gaze.

“I’m sure.”

That’s all he needs to hear.

The absence of his hold on you is startling, goosebumps raising on your hips the moment his warm hands move to the buttons of your shirt. To be fair, you’re not much better yourself, already tugging at the knot of his tie until you can slip it over his head. Somewhere in the midst of scrambling fingers and wriggling stiff fabric out of waistbands, you end up buttoning your shirt to his, getting tangled in the both of them when you start wrestling the thing off of his shoulders.

It breaks the tension in the room; the stakes don’t seem quite as high when you’re both wrapped up in your shirts, giggling. Spencer’s dexterous fingers find the culprit, one of your buttons caught in the fastening of one of his, and release it. White and burgundy cotton falling away to reveal you to each other. Dishevelled, grinning, absolutely at ease with one another’s closeness. He looks like he wants to say something else but, whatever it is, he holds it back. You don’t know if things will go beyond tonight, but it’d be worth the mountain of HR paperwork to see him this free even just once more. With anyone else, you might be embarrassed - but this is Spencer.

Spencer, who knows you.

Spencer, who has seen you laugh and cry and scream. You’ve celebrated together, fretted together, grieved together. He’s seen you on your absolute best days, your absolute worst. There’s nothing you’d want to hide from him, so you don’t shy away when he leans forward to latch his lips onto your neck. When he skims his fingers across the skin of your collarbone and leaves a trail of heat and goosebumps behind all at the same time. In much the same way that he preens at your touch, he seems to lean into your hands as you swipe them along his shoulders and down the planes of his chest. Something both known and unknown slots into place. You know what it is, you’re fairly confident he knows what it is, but neither of you will voice it. You don’t think it needs to be. You both know, and that’s enough for now.

At least you don’t get tangled up in anything else, although your jeans fight to the last as they get tugged over your bent knees. You haven’t got the patience to shimmy your underwear off, mostly because he’s already got his hands on you, fingers trailing between your skin and the elastic at your hips. So he’s a tease, now that makes sense.

Lightning fractures the night outside of your darkened window at the same moment Spencer slips his hand down below the elastic of your underwear. His fingers are cold against you, squashed between your weight and his lap, but he manages to swipe them through your folds decisively enough for you to shudder. You’ve already soaked through the cotton, the anticipation had begun the moment he offered to walk you home with that look. Every step since then has only added to your arousal, and it takes no effort at all for him to begin circling your clit with his fingertip. Delicate, deliberate. He’s making you squirm on purpose, wallowing in every whine that escapes your lips and every one you hold back. Your forehead drops to his shoulder as he presses a little more firmly, beginning to alternate between slow circles and dipping his fingers down to tease at your entrance.

You’re so turned on, you think you might die. Genuinely. You’re half convinced that you’re winding closer and closer to a heart attack with every swipe of the good doctor’s fingers against you, that you’ll seize up and go into cardiac arrest at any moment. You need him to do something. You’re teetering on the brink of no return, you need him to push you.

“Spencer.” You breathe as he finally, finally, slides his fingers home inside of you. His thumb takes its place over your clit, digits working gently but relentlessly in tandem with one another.

“I know,” He replies softly, “Just let me make you feel good, okay?”

You can only push your face into his neck, whining in harmony with another crash of thunder from the heavens - you know how they feel. Only your crescendo is still being held at arm's length by the man underneath you. It’s rude, actually. Or hot, knowing he’s so focused on you and your pleasure that everything else has stopped existing to him. You’re not sure which option you’d lean towards. Tears start to sting at your lash line, of frustration, of overstimulation, of pleasure. You’re not sure. At least he notices when one solitary drop escapes to slide over his sternum, trailing down his naked chest. And then he doubles down, you’re not ready for it.

He plays you like a violin until you’re writhing, squirming, panting, until you can’t keep still for even a second. Just to show you that he could have done, this whole time. There’s no warning, no siren, no flashing lights or emergency broadcast - you’re cresting the wave before you even really know what’s happening. Nails digging into his shoulders, hips grinding down of their own accord, beads of sweat breaking out in your hairline. It’s downright cruel that it’s taken so long for you to gather the courage for making a move. Distantly, somewhere in your hazy mind, you hope you haven’t hurt him. At least you had the presence of mind to clamp your mouth shut rather than sinking your teeth into his neck. Another time, maybe.

Your faculties come back to you, slowly but surely, although you don’t find yourself any less insatiable than you were before your jeans found a home on the floor. Spencer catches your lips in a gentle kiss, all too innocent considering he’s pulling a very wet hand out of your underwear at the same time. You can’t pull your eyes away when he pulls back to hold it between your faces, just to watch the glisten of them in the dull light, and runs his tongue up the length of his middle finger. It’s hypnotising. You chase him, knocking his hand out of the way to pull his face to yours again. There’s no air between you, skin on skin, as you kiss him for all he’s worth in the darkness of your living room. The taste of you lingers in his mouth, you don’t mind it. Not if it means you can inhale his every breath. And then, there’s the other thing. It won’t be ignored any further, although you’re sure Spencer would be more than happy to forego his own pleasure, if the blissed out look in his eye is anything to go by.

Still, selfishly, you want to see.

One careful press of your hips into his has his eyes rolling back, head following to rest on the back of the couch. You don’t have the time to mourn his lips against yours, next mission already on track as you let your fingers wander beneath the elastic of his own under. He inhales sharply at the touch, head shooting back up, and locks eyes with you. There’s a challenge in there, somewhere under the apprehension of your next move. You pull your fingers away from him, elastic snapping against his hips, and rake his hair back from his face. Your relationship with Spencer has long since evolved past the need for words, so he knows what you mean when you look at him so carefully - it’s his choice. Another beat, another breath, and he smiles. He nods softly. His face scrunches when you lean forward to press a light kiss on the tip of his nose. It’s all far too innocent considering your hands are skimming back down to breach the band of his underwear, sliding underneath just enough to pull him out and - oh.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were into me.” The joke escapes you before you have a chance to stop it. He’s so hard it must be painful. The tip is flushed pink, giving way to smooth skin and ridged veins - you want him in your mouth. But there’s a nagging throb between your legs, less a want and more a need.

“I’d like to be.”

Your bark of laughter lights up the whole room, the city, the world. Maybe it’s a bit soon, but he wants to hear you laugh like that every day for the rest of his life. He wants to be the reason for it. God, he loves you. That’s what it is, ultimately. He wonders if you can see it in his face, the way he’s watching you, as your laughter dies but your easy smile remains. He isn’t nervous anymore. He doesn’t know why he ever was in the first place, he wants this - wants you, desperately. The decision is made when he grips at your hips again, pulling you up ever so gently onto your knees to hover above him. You pull the crotch of your underwear to the side, the chilled air that hits your slick makes you shudder involuntarily, as your other hand grips him gently to guide him. Spencer lowers you onto him slowly, eyes steady on your face.

It’s moments like this that he’s grateful for the willpower he’s cultivated over the years - because, the moment his cock hits your heat? When the head of him slips into you, when you hold yourself there for a moment, and when you steadily start to work yourself up and down? He’s done for, absolutely gone, already teetering on the edge of oblivion. You take a little more of him every time you sink down again, breathing quickening, until you can seat yourself flush in his lap. A sharp gasp escapes you, punching out of your lungs at the intrusion and he seizes the opportunity to surge forward. He kisses you deeply, a newfound fire burning in the pit of his stomach, and his grip on you turns bruising when you return the passion. Slowly, deeply, he starts to grind you down onto him, swallowing every moan and groan and whimper you let slip.

Though your movements stay steady, he’s hurtling towards his end far sooner than he wants to. Your fingers tangle in his hair, lips on his - not kissing anymore, just panting into each other’s mouths. A sheen of sweat is starting to develop along both of your bodies. Slick skin sliding together, and it feels so good. You feel so good. Hot and wet and tight around him, your scent in his nose, it’s all so overstimulating and nowhere near enough all at the same time. And he starts mumbling it all, tongue loosened by the pleasure, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Soft praises, whines, utter gibberish about how good you feel. He can’t stop, even when you giggle and press butterfly kisses to the words as they leave his lips. He wants to help you let go again, he wants to feel you squeeze around his cock the same way you did around his fingers, but he hasn’t got the presence of mind to do it. Not while he’s hanging over the edge the way he is.

A much more rational part of his mind, somewhere in the back, reminds him that he’s forgone the one cardinal rule of high school sex ed classes. In the spontaneous haste of it all, neither of you thought about a condom. He’s clean, obviously. He trusts you to be clean, obviously. But there’s still the question of where. Because he’s dangerously close and there’s going to come a point where it’s too late to ask. He doesn’t even realise he’s asked the question, in the middle of his mumbled monologue, until you’re answering him with your own question.

“Can I choose?” You interrupt his rambling with a wicked glint in your eye. In all honesty, you’re sure you could ask him anything in this moment, and his answer would be yes. Though, it turns out he’s only got the capacity to nod an affirmative.

“Oh my God…”

That’s all you get when you pull off of him suddenly, sinking to your knees on the carpet in front of him. Whatever it was that might have followed is cut off abruptly by your tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

He’s right on the edge, that much is obvious, it won’t take much - and there’s nothing more you want right now than to thoroughly unravel this man. Usually so put together, buttoned up, absolutely falling to pieces under your touch. While he’s a comfortable thickness, you’re not up to trying to swallow the length of him. Frankly, neither of you have the patience to torture him with the preparation it would take, not today at least. So you settle for wrapping your lips around the head, eyes locked on his furrowed brow as he watches you, and suck. Every swipe of your tongue over him drags another groan, gasp, whine of your name. It’s dangerous information, knowing how he sounds when he’s like this. You’re not sure you’ll be able to think of anything else for the rest of your life. Looking him in the eye over the next round table is going to be interesting, to say the least. It only takes one more swirl of your tongue over him to open the floodgates.

You swallow down every last drop he gives you, warm and tangy but not unpleasant, as his spine curves towards you. Another breathless chuckle, and he strokes a finger down the side of your face when you pull off of him with a satisfying pop. Your tongue pokes out automatically, just to prove to him that you did in fact take the lot - just to watch his eyes roll back in his head again.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Spencer’s talking to himself more than he is you, as he hauls you back up and into his lap. Dick softening slowly between you, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again, to swipe his tongue through the remnants of himself on your lips.

“I’ve been around a while, thanks for noticing.” You’re joking, nipping at his jaw, shifting as the sticky mess between your legs begs you for a quick shower before bed. The amusement on your tongue dies when you open your eyes, to see him watching you again.

“Trust me,” He’s looking at you so earnestly, you’re worried you might cry, “I noticed you a long time ago.”

It’s early when you wake - when the world is bathed in that shade of blue that only seems to exist just before the sun rises. You’re warm. Tethered to the earth by the set of arms wrapped snugly around your middle, by the steady heartbeat beneath the chest where you rest your head. Spencer isn’t awake, not really, not yet. But he shifts as you snuffle in closer under the duvet and tighten your grip in the old Academy t-shirt he’d swiped from your closet. A soft press of lips against your forehead and you sigh contentedly, more than happy to let the morning waste away. Everything else can wait.

Or at least, you want to let it wait - the blaring ringtone of your work phone in the living room puts a relative damper on that particular plan.

“Let it ring.” Comes a tired voice from somewhere above your head. Craning your neck, you spot him blinking and bleary eyed in the morning light, and take a moment to savour it. Him. He turns his gaze to you, tired as it is, and smiles softer than you’ve ever seen. It’s unspoken, a silent agreement made just before sunrise in your bed. Whatever this is, you’re in it together. So you tug the neckline of the t-shirt down, just far enough to plant a kiss in the hollow of his throat before dragging yourself from his warmth to hunt down your screeching phone.

You’re twisting your key in the front door when he plucks up the courage to ask the looming question.

“Are we telling them, or not yet?” Watching fingers tighten around the strap of his messenger bag has your mind hurtling back to the night before, and exactly what those fingers were doing. You shrug, reaching over to untangle his anxious grip and loop his hands through yours. A smile, bright as the rising sun, breaks out on Spencer’s face. You can’t help but mirror it when you answer him.

“That depends on who you want to win the betting pool.”

“There’s a pool?”

fun fact the inspiration for this was i wanted to sit in spencer reid’s lap so now we all get to sit in spencer reid’s lap you’re welcome🧡

#im actually incapable of writing anything that doesn’t involve yearning okay #it has absolutely no bearing on this fic whatsoever but i’m envisioning season 6 spencer here idk why #that’s a lie i DO know why #lou writes #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you

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Goodbye or See You Soon?

Fran x Reader

Fran has a favour to return, leaving you behind temporarily.

(Fran as in the female vampire from Xanthus' story!)

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"You know I love you, right?"

"What?"

"I said I love you"

"Yeah but why are you saying it like that?"

The chilly wind tousled strands of hair into your eyes as you stared at her smiling face suspiciously.

This isn't the first time Fran's told you she loves you. In fact, she says it often but never expects to hear a response. She's fully aware of how much you struggle to articulate your own feelings into words, and she knows it may take you a long time before you would finally say them back to her. It didn’t matter to Fran anyways because she knows you adore her, your actions spoke volumes of the concept you struggle with. Besides, Fran was patient, she's confident she'd hear it someday in the future.

But something about that night was different, it felt like she wanted to hear you say it back, like she longed for a reciprocation of those three simple words. That night, the tone of her voice carried an unfamiliar wistfulness that you cannot forget.

You'd stopped walking for a moment to clear your vision, but before your own hands could reach your face, you felt gentle fingers tuck the strands of hair behind your ears. They stilled on your cheek, lingering adoringly for a moment.

You reached up to hold them, pressing your palm against the back of her hand as your eyes searched for hers.

They weren't quite as bright as you remember, not brimming with excitement to see you as they usually are. It was very obvious something was bothering her. Fran acts differently when she's hiding something from you, but this was a complete exaggeration of that behaviour.

"Fran? Are you okay?"

"I... heh I'm sorry"

She retracted her hands from yours, shoving them into the pockets of her puffy jacket. Her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes were still. She was tense, and though she tried to hide it, her body betrayed her, her eyes betrayed her. She knew, too. She knew that you could tell something wasn't right, but the most she could bring herself to do was look away from your expecting gaze.

"Yeah"

"Are you sure hun?"

You wrap your hand around her bicep, squeezing gently- to comfort her? reassure her?- to do something, anything to make her feel better.

She sighed, deeply, as if all her defences collapsed to the ground with the innocence of your voice, and she's left bare and vulnerable.

"God, I wanted to see you again, so bad. But I didn't want to -"

"You know I don't care how you come back to me. As long as you're alive and unharmed. As long as you come back to me always."

She gave you a weak smile and took your hand in hers, "For someone who's horrible at expressing their feelings, you sure have a way with words."

You squeezed her hand, smiling back to her, "Hey Fran, I have an idea."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Not telling. You'll just have to follow me." You grinned at her, wide and playful, then turned to look ahead.

Before she could refuse, you were dragging her behind you, running against the wind as Fran yelled apologies to the bodies you barely missed crashing into. It was the quickest approach you could think of to lighten her spirits, and it worked.

By the time you arrived at your destination, she was laughing heartily and pulling you close to kiss you, dispelling the residual rush that surged through your veins.

"You do know you almost knocked over a really really old guy back there, right?"

"I said sorry" You pouted and shrugged.

Fran closed her eyes, shaking her head at your antics, before catching your body in her embrace again, this time much tighter. You struggled in her arms, giggling and whining at her to let you go. But she doesn't, she kept her hand secured around your waist with her face buried into your neck.

"Okay not fair! You know that tickles Fran!" You giggled, pushing gently at her chest.

Eventually, you settled into a bench, hip to hip with her, nestled in her arms despite not needing the warmth.

"You remember this place?" You asked, resting your head onto her shoulder.

"Like it was yesterday." She replied, mimicking your action and dropping her head against yours. "I'd never seen someone quite as gorgeous, and now I have them all to myself forever."

You smiled at her words, but the underlying anxiety still nibbles at your mind.

"Fran?"

"Yes love?"

"Love? That's new."

"Sorry, heard someone say it and I thought of you. Continue, please." She said and her body shifted under you.

"I'm just worried about you. I know you said you're okay but I just can't stop myself from worrying still." You sighed.

"You're always so perceptive of my feelings, it's adorable." She kissed your forehead before continuing, "I needed to talk to you, I just didn't want to spoil the mood earlier."

You lifted your head from her shoulder and pivoted your body to face her. "What is it my love?" You parrot her words.

"You remember Xanthus, right?" She asked, and you nodded. "Well, he has a plan to target the Trimedians and I offered to help."

"Fran." You said firmly, "This is dangerous. You could- you could get really hurt!"

"I know that, I know it well, but I owe him this." She took your hands in hers, intertwining your fingers. "After what I did, it's only fair I help them. If someone had tried to kill you, I wouldn’t have spared a chance for you to ask to spare them. The fact that I'm still here is thanks to his partner, and I can never forget that."

Your eyes softened at her words and you sighed, "I understand." You mumbled. "If this is what you must do, then I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to come back to me again, like I always do."

"And I'll come back to you, like I always do." One of her hands left yours to guide your face closer to hers. To guide your lips to hers again.

Despite having to say goodbye to the love of your life, it was peaceful that night, but how long has it been since them? Quite a few days at least.

Now, you're back here again, sitting amongst the trees, on the bench you'd met Fran many years ago, only this time you're alone. There's nobody to lean over and touch, no fingers to intertwine with your own. Just you, under the stars.

"Fran," you whisper to the night sky, "I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner, but I love you. I love you more than I could ever express."

Your heart aches at the thought that she may never get to hear you say it, and you'll never get to see her eyes light up with joy.

"Please, whatever god there is, bring her back home to me safe. I beg."

The tears flow freely down your face. It's the only warmth you feel against the cool winds of the night.

#my wife🥹#i love her #i really fucking hope shes still alive #zsakuva #sakuverse #fran #xanthus claiborne

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Hiii I love your story's!!!

Anyway can you do a 2015-2024 Tom. They are also married. So you were cooking in the kitchen when you heard the front door open then close loudly. Then before you can get a word in he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder and starts walking upstairs to your guy's room and while he does he says something like "Tonight your mine." (OMG 😻😽🫢🤭🤭🤭) Anyway so then he goes into your guy's room he puts you on the bed and takes your pants off and eats you out🥰. Then after you come he takes his clothes off and you both fuck. And when he makes you come again you both take a nice shower or bath together😊.

I love you so much. I rlly wanted you to know. I also stalk ur account to see if you posted any new storys. (I'm so sorry if that sounded weird.☹️😞)

ITS NOT WEIRD ILYSM, STALK ALL YOU WANT!!

this is kinda straight to the point <3

Bad day

PAIRINGS: Tom2015-2024 (idrk what year this photo is) x Female reader

CONTENT: SLIGHT ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom comes home enraged after a bad day with the band, without a word he grabs you from where you are in the kitchen and slings you over his shoulder, trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, ready to take his anger out on you

A/N: eating a burger rn

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v(doggy) eating out, degrading, fingering, very rough and mean, ass slapping, hair pulling

Tom was with the band, they had a tour coming up and were really busy recently, praciticing non stop, setting up venues, selling tickets, etc. Tom was planning most of it and was really stressed, often crying in my arms at night.

But today was different, he came in enraged, slamming the door behind him so hard the door nearly broke off it's hinges. I was in the kitchen making him a homemade meal, something I knew he absolutely loved after a long day.

I watched as he marched towards me, not even letting me a word in, he grabbed me roughly and threw me over his shoulder, "Tom! What are you-" I said before he cut me off, "shut up, tonight you're mine.." he grunted lowly, storming upstairs and into our bedroom, throwing me onto the bed.

His fingers latched onto the waistband of my pants, tugging at them and throwing them across the room, practically ripping my panties off next. "Fuck.." he whined at the sight of my wet cunt, he licked his lips hungrily, crawling between my legs and burying his face into my pussy.

He ran his tongue over my folds, teasing and exploring my dripping pussy, "so wet f'me..." he smirked before delving deeper and sucking on my clit, his beard scratchy against my skin.

"Oh fuck!" I whined, gripping onto the sheets. He growled against my pussy, the vibrations only adding the intense pleasure as he continued to eat my out. "Mm, you taste so fucking good schatzi.." he grunted.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, rolling my eyes back as his tongue lapped on my clit, flicking and sucking roughly, sending me into oblivion. "Cum all over me baby...let me fuck the juices out of you.." he chuckled, his tongue working in expert circles, his hand coming up and letting a fingers into my pussy, thrusting it in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Take my fingers baby..take them all," he murmered, kissing and sucking at my clit. He added another finger and curled them just to hit that perfect spot inside of me. He kept sucking viciously, feeling my clit swell beneath his tongue as he brought me closer to the edge.

"You gonna cum all over these finges, hm?" he looked into my eyes, lust glazing over them. I nodded eagerly and started to buck my hips wildly, fucking myself on his fingers. "Ohhh, such an eager girl.." he chuckled, slamming his fingers into my sopping hole, making sure not to neglect my clit.

"Good girl, cmon cum for me," he commanded, my release dangerously close, ready to explode. He continued to destroy my hole with his fingers, slamming them in and out, grinning as he felt me tighten around him.

I whined loudly as I came, my pussy clenching roughly around his fingers, "ohhh fuck! So good.."

He retracted his fingers and licked all the slick up, making sure not to waste a single drop. He stood back up, chin and mouth covered in my cum. He tugged at his clothes, signalling for me to strip.

I followed along with him, taking my shirt and bra off, my perky tits revealing to him, a low groan leaving his lips. "Ohh, they're perfect.." he practically jumped on me, his cock slapping against my thigh.

He dove down and started to roughly suck on my tits, "t-tom!" I stuttered, the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive nipples addicting. "Mmmm, your tits are made for me.." he smirked, leaving small hickeys on the flesh around my nipples.

"You want this cock, hm?" he looked up, his eyes meeting mine, "oh god yes.." I breathed out, his eye contact making me melt into his touch, my pussy throbbing and aching for him.

"Okay baby.." he chuckled, propping himself back up onto his knees, "turn around and get on all fours, I want your ass high in the air as I pound that tight cunt, ok?" he looked down at me, his voice dominant, filled with possessiveness.

I nodded and instantly obeyed, I didn't want to get teased so I got onto my hands and knees on the bed, arching my back and exposing my pussy to him, just how he wanted. "Good girl.." he planted a soft slap onto my ass, grabbing my hips and pulling me back.

"You're gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, I better not hear you complain.." he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me back and whispering into my ear, I nodded, "okay tom.." "good girl.." he smirked and placed me back down.

He hovered the head of his cock at my entrance, getting me ready to take all of his big cock. He slowly slid in, savouring the feeling of my walls gripping onto his cock. As he was fully in he gripped my hips tightly, his cock throbbing intensely as he thrusts into me with all the force of his muscular build.

"Fuck.." he groaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips, pounding into me from behind, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. "You like it rough, hm? Take it like the good slut you are..." he growled lowly, his chest pressing against my back and he slammed into me wildly.

His thrusts were nothing short of cruel, they were hard and painful but so good at the same time, he really needed to get his anger out, poor me. His hot breath against the back of my neck, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth.

His reached his hand up and grabbed a handful of my hair again, pulling on it tightly as he continued to fuck me roughly from behind, leaning in closer, "say my fucking name, who fucks you hard and rough like this?" his voice bitter and demanding.

"Only you Tom!" I whined, "no one else will fuck you dumb like this, only I make you scream and beg for me," he smirked, his hair disheveled and mixing with mine. He sat back up, smacking my ass roughly as he slammed into me with such force, "tell me how much you want my cock baby, beg for it.." he moaned lowly.

"I..." I stuttered, unable to form proper words due to the intensity of his tip abusing my g spot, "say it!" he commanded, slapping my ass harshly, a red mark forming on the cheek.

"I want it so bad! Ohh fuck!" I whined, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Yesss..cum for me again baby," he mumbled. To be honest I liked when he was in control, when he was mean, commanding, dominant. It made me feel content and safe, in some strange way.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, twisting and turning with every thrust, he could tell my climax was close and quickened his pace, his hips slamming into mine as he fucks me hard and rough.

His thrusts reach a fever pitch, his body slapping against mine as he fucks me with all his might, urgent for me to cum all over his cock. With a few more rough thrusts I felt my orgasm approach quickly, I rolled my eyes back as I came, my cunt clenching around his length tightly, sending him into his own orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, burying his cock deep into me as he shot a big load into me, coating my walls with his thick cum. "Oh my god.." I sighed, we both collapsed onto the bed, Tom rolling beside me and holding me close.

"You did so good baby, such a good girl for me.." he whispered, running fingers through my loose hair, cleaning it up. After a few minutes of cooling down he sat me up, "let's get you cleaned up, cmon baby," he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, holding me in his arms as he walked into the bathroom, starting the water and plugging the hole in the tub.

As the water filled he stepped in, helped me in and sitting me down in front of him, my back against his chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms, calm and secure. He caressed my stomach gently, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, the warm water calming me down.

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