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tsumuhours · 11 months

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ONE NIGHT PAIRING: suna rintarou x afab!reader (she/her pronouns) TAGS: smut + a little choking (but honestly ur just gonna have to read this ig) WORD COUNT: 2.4k

mature content !

There you are.

Standing across the room, eyes locked with his, practically teasing him as you dance with the blonde whose hands are planted firmly on your hips and your head rested back on his shoulder. Your gaze saying a million desires and words all meant to be kept secrets between the walls.

And all he sees is a glowing vixen that he cannot wait to tame.

Placing his drink down at the bar, Suna leaves the girl chatting his ear off before making his way to you. The crowd parted in his way as if it sensed the dark presence of the brunette which stood among them. His casual strides narrowed gaze and resting smirk not faltering as Suna tapped on the blonde’s shoulder, “I think she’s bored, how about you let someone else entertain her?” He says, pushing the other out the way without another word.

Suna’s touch lighting fires in your body, the intoxicating feeling instantly clouding your mind as your hand reaches up to the nape of his neck where your fingers begin to entangle themselves in his hair. His hands placed on your hips, pulling you closer to him, looking up into his stare. Even in the dimly lit light of the club, you can vividly see the piercing colour of his green eyes. They’re enticing, and magnetic, refusing to let you look away.

You pull his face closer to you, the lingering scent of alcohol and aftershave filling your senses as you breathe him in. Lips ghosting over each other, glancing up at him, noticing the tainted tint in his pupils – one that screamed danger, and a glimpse of insanity – which you ignored for the pros seemed to heavily outweigh the cons.

Closing the gap between you, a hand fists his button-up, showing him just how desperate you are for him. Suna tastes the fruity cherry kirsch on your tongue, the mix of red bull and vodka smeared in with your lipgloss that had begun to wipe away throughout the night. His ring laced hand reaches up to the roots of your hair, gripping tightly as he tilts your head back, deepening the lustful action, his tongue slipping into your mouth within seconds.

The kiss, becoming a heated make-out, messy and rough. A hand reaching down to knead the plush flesh of your ass, Suna begins to break apart from your lips, trailing down your jaw to your neck before leaning in close to your ear. Hot breath on your skin, his touch tracing your jaw to your chin.

“How about we go back to my place?” He says, moving to stand beside you with a hand placed on the small of your back. You turn your head, the corner of your lips turning up.

“I’d like that,” hooking a finger around the chain on his neck as you pull Suna away from the crowd and to the exit of the building. The simple action manages to drive him wild, almost animalistic, the urge of wanting to claim you as his quickly blurring his vision. You push open the door, exiting the stuffy club and out into the cool night street.

Spinning around, you are gently pushed up against the brick wall behind you. Suna towering over, with a hand placed on either side, trapping you between him. The glowing of his eyes in the night resembles one of a predator looking down at their prey, ready to pounce and kill for their meal. “Are you so impatient that you can’t wait?” You tease, playing with the buttons on his shirt, slowly – yet surely – undoing the first couple in the process.

“What’s your name?” He asks, wanting to remember the name of the pretty girl who caught his eye at a dinghy club. If you’re going to be a good fuck, he wants to know who to look out for in the future.

“[Y/N],” you respond.

“Do you not have a last name?” Suna says, dipping his head down to be at a similar level to yours.

“I do.” You tell, “But, I would be a lot less… reluctant if I knew who you are too. This goes both ways babe.”

“Rintarou Suna.” He says, his voice deep and sending a shiver to run down your spine, the world around you going black as a red light shines over his back. “And now, I’m going to ask again, what’s your name?”

You didn’t understand why it was so important for him to get your name and surname, but one thing you were sure of was that you were not going to ask. “[Y/N] [L/N],” you answer. “Do you want my entire life story too Rintarou?” Teasing him, your fingers reaching up to brush at his fringe. “Or can we go back to your place instead?”

Suna, amused by how direct you are, and how particularly eager you are too, brushes it off. Smirking, as he backs away, holding out a hand for you to take so he can lead you back to his apartment. Smiling, you accept the gesture, getting pulled to Suna’s side as he leads you down the street to his home.

By the time the two of you had arrived at Suna’s apartment, he wasted no time. Slamming you against the closed door, his lips crashing against yours. Your fingers work to undo all the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric down his shoulders where he throws the piece of fabric off his body then discarding it across the room. Suna, tears off your dress, essentially ripping the item of clothing in half and letting it fall to the floor.

Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before lowering his head and slowly falling to his knees as he travels down your body. Nipping at the skin at your collarbone before moving down to your chest, looking up through half-lidded up, chilling – and taunting – eyes staring at you. “No bra? Who are you trying to impress?” He hums.

“Who says I dress to impress someone else?” You question, tugging at his hair to keep his stare on you. “Besides, I wanted to look good, and a bra would have ruined my outfit.” You explain, “Not to mention, they’re incredibly uncomfortable. Understood?”

“Aren’t you feisty?” Suna says, “How about you I put you into your place?”

“You can try,” you hum, tilting his chin up, “even so… I’ll always be in control. Whether you believe it or not.” You have a way of… getting what you want. Manipulation? Not exactly, but it is deception. Then again, Suna wasn’t being entirely honest either. “Show me what you got, pretty boy.”

“Anything for you,” he muses. Kisses gave down the crevice of your breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your chest. Teeth gently pinching the skin, tongue pressing flat against the bud of your nipple. Suna travels down your body, leaving purple bruises to form in the place where his lips used to be.

The brunette tugs the thin fabric down your legs, hoisting you up, hands firmly placed on your thighs as he wraps your legs around his shoulders. Suna's tongue attaches itself to your clit, slowly building pressure onto the sensitive bud, repeating his slow yet intense movements of his tongue. His amused hums send vibrations through your body, rhythm picking up and tongue lapping against your cunt.

Suna draws patterns and lips curling around your clit, causing your hips to buck forward and a hand to shoot to his hair as another does its best attempt to grip onto the flat surface of the wooden door behind you.

Pushing his head closer against you, increasing the side of pleasure as you continue to grind your hips to the skilled movement of Suna’s tongue. Breathing becomes staggered, chest rising and falling. Mouth hanging open, eyes clenched shut, toes curling, and legs hugging onto his body. “Just like that,” you gasp, whimpers escaping from your mouth while you succumb to the rush of euphoria and pleasure that races through your body.

Mind going completely blank when his fingers come in contact with your cunt, a moan sounding from your throat. Suna glances up, basking in the wonderfully sinful sight behold him, snapping a million mental pictures. With his free hand, he clenches the plush of your thigh when your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder.

Body flinching forward, legs going stiff, and senses overflowing with an insatiable amount of pleasure. “Oh– don’t stop Rin, you’re doing so good.” Panting, a more vocal moan echoing throughout the apartment, “Keep going, I’m so close.”

Suna complies, not stopping. He’s fuelled by the angelic sounds of your whimpers and moans, and he’s doing everything he can to hear the music to his ears of hearing you reach a release. Ignoring the mess on his lips, Suna picks up his pace, listening to the staggering and whiny responses of overwhelming pleasure which he provides you. Chasing the release, your back lifts off the door, eyes rolling, and your head is thrown back.

Pleased, Suna drags his tongue up your folds one last time before trailing his lips down your thighs, leaving a mark or two. In seconds, he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his torso as he rushes to the bedroom. Throwing you onto the bed, crawling on top of you, where your hands meet his belt, undoing the band and the button of his jeans.

Suna then kicks off his jeans, feeling your hand palm him through his briefs. His fingers wrap around your wrist, wide eyes looking up at him with the appearance of faux innocence, only driving him mad. “You’re needy aren’t you?” The brunette teases, “Are you that desperate Princess?”

Unimpressed, you pull down the hem of his boxers, hand lightly grazing over his hard. Leaning in close, lips brushing over his, rolling your wrist, “You aren’t any better Rin.” You push him down onto the bed, crawling over him, knees planted on either side of his legs.

Pumping his cock, before aligning him with your cunt. Keeping your palm pressed flat against his chest as you lower yourself, satisfied at the electrifying way Suna’s face scrunched up upon feeling your walls around him.

Holding tight onto your sides as you start to bounce, his cock hitting deep, reaching your cervix. Filling you up by your control, rolling your hips, knowing how to find all the right places that work for you and driving Suna wild. He, surprisingly, was perfectly vocal. So whiny and loud, which you loved – it was an insatiable feeling that drove you over the edge. His eyes clenched shut, head rolling back into the pillows, and hips rising off the mattress.

However, as fun as this was. This was not how he planned for his night to go. Snapping out of his daze, the intense fire and longing for control arising, Suna flips the two of you over. Hovering over you, face centimetres from yours. “Open wide Princess.” He instructs thumb pushing past your lips and pressing down on your tongue, “Good girl. Now Stay like that for a few, alright?”

Mouth agape, a string of saliva falls from his tongue and onto yours – a hand wrapping itself around your neck with narrowed eyes that crave power. Suna connects your lips in a lewd embrace, his hips colliding with yours in a forceful thrust. Eyebrows scrunching, nails digging into his back and a strangled moan coming in response.

“Look at you,” he pants, infatuated with how your tits bounce with every thrust. How dumb you look, eyes rolled far back into your head, back arched, and how even in this weak state you’re gripping onto the headboard which bangs against the wall. “I’m fucking you dumb,” humourlessly laughing, “I bet no one else can ever make you feel this good.”

He feels it coming, that insufferable itching at the back of his mind. That intense sense of possessiveness, and all the thoughts of seeing you with other people. Images of them fucking you, your pretty moans that won’t be for him making him angry. He can’t stand it.

“No one will ever fuck you as good as I can,” he growls. Pushing your legs to your chest, allowing him more access to fuck you deep, obsessed with how his dick looks slipping in and out of your cunt. “Tell me [Y/N], have you ever been fucked this good before?” He questions, noticing the tear that slips past your shut eyes from the overpowering pleasure you feel. “Answer me.”

“No,” you whine out. “You’re the best,”

“Yeah?” He says, “You’re just a little slut at the end of the day. Need a good fuck? I bet that blonde at the club couldn’t fuck you like this,” Suna continues, “no one can ever treat you like I can.” He buries himself in your chest, sucking on your tit, “You’re such a good girl for me, Princess,” Suna voices between breathless grunts and curses. “Taking my dick so well, God, you feel so good.” He praises, “If I knew you’d be such a perfect fuck, I would have taken you right then and there at the club.”

You moan in response, his words were enough to send you over the edge to pure ecstasy. Suna pounds into you with relentless speed, under him falling apart, becoming nothing more than a limp body that had been taken over by stimulation and force. The growing pit in your loins growing incredibly, back arching off the bed, as you grip on for dear life. Dark vision growing blurry, mind clouding – blocking any thought or action, temporarily blocking your senses as you started to reach your peak.

“Oh, you like this?” Suna says, “You like the idea of me fucking you in front of a crowd of people? Want to put on a show for everyone to see?” Movements and thrusts grow more erratic with every passing second. “Maybe next time I should make a little film, show the whole world what a desperate slut you truly are.”

Your mind has little time to process the words he spoke before his hips slams into you. Body filled with pleasure as your orgasm rode out. Suna, pulls out, grabbing you by the nape of your neck as he pumps himself. A thumb opening your mouth before placing his cock in its place, releasing it onto your tongue. The white liquid spreads across your plump lips, collecting it with his thumb and shoving into your mouth.

“Swallow [Y/N],” the brunette instructs. Smiling when you listen, swallowing his seed. “Open,” he says, wanting to see, satisfied knowing you listened. “Oh, I like you – I think I might just keep you around.” Laying down next to you, burying himself into your chest, falling tired and relaxed as your hands stroke his hair.

#this was an old thing i did #posted on my ao3 #suna rintarou #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #suna smut #suna rintaro fic #suna rintarou smut #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #✰ workie works

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peachsayshi · 8 months

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Hey, Peaches! For the "102 types of kisses"... May I request for 38 or 46 for Choso? 🥺👉👈 He's been rotting my thoughts and you always write him so deliciously.

➳ minors / ageless / blank blogs dni / this blog is 20+ for follows

38. Character A pressing Character B up against the wall and kissing them senseless (102 types of kisses)

⥽ notes: mavis, darling! thank you so much for requesting choso! <3 I hope you like this xo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags: au; secret fwb relationship; jealous choso; hot and heavy kissing; dirty talk; implied that the reader isn't wearing a bra; nipple play

you taste like strawberries dipped in honey. the texture of your tacky lipgloss sticks to choso's lips, and he sighs dreamily as you part your eager mouth to slide your tongue along his. you paint your fingers in black ink when you tangle them between the strands of his hair, and moan shamelessly when he sneaks his hand underneath your top to tweak at your hard, sensitive nipple.

he isn't seeing red anymore. his anger easily withering away by your touch, and the unfiltered jealousy evaporates as he slides his other hand into the back pocket of your jeans to tug you even closer to his frame.

"mmph-cho..." you moan with a subtle grind of your hips, lashes fluttering when you rub over his bulge and you drop your hands down to his firm chest to squeeze the fabric of his black hoodie.

he slips his thigh between your legs, slotting himself perfectly into you like a puzzle and giving you something grind against. he pulls away to find the delicate curve of your neck, and sucks on the tender flesh with a hunger that sends a ripple down your spine.

is this what you wanted? he thinks. is this all part of some fun little game to play with my mind?

he had to stand their in silence watching the guys flock around you like incessant birds putting on a show for their mate. he clenched his jaw at geto, whose gaze never left your chest, listening to him spew sentence after sentence with all his smooth talking. he rolled his eyes at gojo, who upped his eccentric humor in order to garner a few pretty laughs out of you, and he nearly snapped at mahito for his inability to comprehend personal space when he would nonchalantly place an arm around your shoulder or waist.

yes, you were all friends, but choso had to deal with the brunt of their desire over you, while still remaining tight lipped about the truth behind your "friendship".

the guys continuously threw the term "friend-zoned" in his face on the belief that choso managed to keep his hands to himself after all these years.

"you've known each other since high school," he remembers geto mocking, "if you haven't fucked by now, then you probably never will"

"that's right," mahito egged on, "she's fair game"

little did they know that you have always been his; your first kiss belonged to him, your first experience with pleasure was done by his hand, he was the first man you've ever tasted on your tongue, his mouth the first to know the divine flavor of the space between your legs, and he was the first person to feel the way your body trembled when he fucked you tenderly against his bed sheets.

which is why he can't help but feel tested when you showed up at tonight's gathering wearing an outfit that had you looking like a delectable little treat and making the rest of the guys salivate over you.

choso adjusts his position, spinning on his heel quickly so your back was now pressed up against the cool, concrete wall of your hallway. he pinches the tip of your breast and squeezes your ass through your jeans. the stimulation only makes you cry out with pleasure as your lover smiles against your neck with approval.

idiots, he thinks, with your response fanning his ego in a way that nothing else in this world ever could.

"unh, choso you're makin' me wet..." you pant, but he simply captures your lips once more for a heated kiss and softly ruts his pelvis into you.

"m'hard too," he mumbles into the kiss, "you had me turned on since you walk in with these poking through your shirt..."

he lightly brushes his knuckles over the taut buds, and you exhale softly as you lift your arms while he tugs at fabric and pushes it above your chest.

he drops the material onto the ground, both hands now groping the pillow soft mounds as you lure him back in for another kiss.

if only the others could see him now, he scoffs. if only they knew what he was really up to when he excused himself to drive you back home.

he's so used to being underestimated by those around him, knowing full well that the guys would never believe that quiet, introverted choso could bag someone as beautiful and mesmerizing as yourself.

you pull away, cupping his jaw in the palm of your hands and swiping a glittering string of spit from his bottom lip.

"wanna sleepover?" you politely ask, with the same question that he's heard many times before, and the one that always makes the blood rush between his legs.

"yeah," he exhales, pressing a gentle kiss against the pad of your thumb. his hands drop to the waistband of your jeans. he unfastens the button, slowly releases each notch of the zip before slipping his hand to feel the source of your heat.

"I wasn't planning on going home anytime soon..." he murmurs as he closes the gap by pressing his mouth to yours.

years of this, of this off-and-on game, with lovers in between and periods where the benefits were off the table...and yet, you both always circle back to this very point of winding up tangled in each other's limbs and succumbing to the heaviness of sleep after another night of pleasure.

⥽ requests?

#choso x reader #choso x you #choso x female reader #choso x y/n #choso smut #choso fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #babygirl choso 🥰#requests.✍️

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casparscunttt16 · 6 months

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"Can I kiss you?"

Summary: This is a part 2 to "I hate you", "yeah well I hate you more". In which Colby takes reader on the date!

Part 1 | Colby Brock | Imagine.

The morning after I woke up sore, partially from Colby but mainly due to the heels I wore last night and dancing too. I sat up from my bed as a yawn fell from my lips, I smiled softly as I remembered the events that took place the previous night. I got out of bed and stumbled towards my bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth and did my skincare before then going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Morning Tar" A groggy mumble leaves my lips, and she turns towards me with a smile. "Morning babes hope Colby didn't leave you too sore?" she jokes, then bursts out into laughter. "I hope you're aware of how much I don't like you?" I mumble monotoned as she continues laughing a small smile paints my face. "He left you really sore huh? That's why you're walking kind of funny?" she giggles.

I roll my eyes at the girl suddenly there's a knock at Tara and I's apartment door. "Is that Jake?" I asked opening the fridge and taking out milk and grabbing a bowl and cereal, before then turning to face her. "No that should be Kat, Jake wouldn't even be awake at this hour, him and his need for 'beauty' sleep" she quotes beauty, causing laughter to erupt from the both of us.

She gets up from the kitchen island and goes to open the door for Kat. Kat walks in, drops her bag, and takes a seat at the kitchen island. "Hi guys, good morning" she greets with a big smile. "Hi Kat' I return the smile and sit next to her with my cereal. "So how did it happen?" she asks looking over at me eagerly. "Exactly, you have lots of explaining to do missy." Tara and Kat are now both staring at me as I blankly stared back.

"I don't even know myself" that same small smile from earlier reappeared on my lips. "I was dancing with some guy and then next thing I know Colby is dragging me away from the guy, then we're kissing, it happened and we talked, he asked me on a date this Friday" as I spoke gasps from the both of them got louder with each word I spoke. "And you're going right?" Tara asks with her head slightly tilted. "You said, yes, right?" Kat asks with an eyebrow raised. I looked from my bowl meeting their eyes.

"Well um, I didn't say yes or no."

Later that week, Friday.

Friday rolled around faster than expected, Colby texted me to confirm if we were still on for tonight. I agreed and was a bit nervous.. a bit was an understatement, I was quite literally shaking.

It's 5:06, I have two hours to get ready. Tara and Kat immediately started helping me get ready. I showered, shaved, Kat did my hair, skincare and Tara helped find a simple but sexy dress to wear. I sat at my vanity putting on my lipgloss, as I was now ready 6:58. Colby would be here any minute. I heard a knock at the door and panic rushed through my bones, I got up and walked towards the door. I opened the door to see Colby standing there in a black dress shirt with the first few buttons unbuttoned, and dress pants. I looked him up and down and smiled.

It took me a few seconds to realize he had red roses in his hand, my smile grew as he handed them to me. "You look gorgeous" He complimented looking me up and down. "Aww thank you, you don't look bad yourself" we make eye contact as a light blush paints his cheeks. "Don't have her out too late Colby" Kat lectures from behind me, I smile and turn around to see her and Tara cuddled up on the couch. "Yes Katrina" Colby smiles. "Are you ready to go?" he looks back to me and extends his hand for me to take. I nod and take his hand into mine.

He walks me to his car and he open the door for me, then we head to the restaurant. The car ride there was great. Lots of conversation, jokes, and genuine laughter. Genuine laughter I haven't had in awhile. "I honestly didn't expect you to agree to this date with me, I'm glad you let me take you out" he smiles as we finally pull up to the restaurant. "Why wouldn't I?" I ask absentmindedly, as he pulls into the parking lot and parks the car. He gets out and opens my door for me, instinctively our fingers are intertwined together. "Well because we hated each other up until last week, so I guess I'd say I have my reasons".

We go into the restaurant and our seats are out on the balcony by the ocean, the sun is just starting to set. The beautiful hue of orange, yellow and red paint the sky. I look up at the sky. "You seriously look gorgeous" Colby smiles as he stares into my eyes. "Thank you, you look handsome". The rest of the date was amazing, we ate, talked about life, and so much more. He paid and we were about to leave.

"Do you wanna take a walk on the beach?" he asks seemingly impulsively, I nodded and took my heels off. "Yeah, actually I'd love to" I reach for his hand and smile, he eagerly pulls me towards the beach and I let him. "Good because there's something I want to ask you". My face contorted into a look of confusion. We walked down the coastline of the beach, hand in hand, he was holding my heels in his right hand. "What did you want to ask me? You're not gonna kill me out here are you?" I joke and he smiles and laughs. "Mmm sadly no" he replies making my jaw drop. "Can I take you on another date?" he hums looking down at me. "I'd love that".

He took me home shortly after that, the car ride back was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet. I hummed to the music playing quietly as he drove me home. We got back to my apartment and he walked me up to my door. "I had a great time with you tonight" I looked up into his eyes, Colby pulled me closer to him and all I could think of is his hands on my waist. He leaned down closing the distance between us.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. "Please" I reply, getting on my tippy toes. He smiles and presses his lips against mine.

A/n: IT'S AN HOUR LATE, SORRY GUYS! I FORGOT TO POST IT.

#fluffy #colby brock #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #boyfriend colby #on a date #colby brock x you #colby brock x y/n #sweet Colby #tooth rotting fluff #enemies to friends to lovers #tara yummy #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #another love confession #communication trope #no use of y/n

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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modern!toxic!fuckboy!eddie has completely taken over my brain thanks to @newlips and @carolmunson they’re both so amazing plz go read their stuff first!!

this has been on my mind for a few days so… here we are 🫡 ⌚️

18+ warnings: mentions of drugs, sexual situations, shoplifting, cursing. Reader is needy and delusional. Eddie is manipulative.

You sit on Eddie’s lap as he focuses on rolling a blunt, your thighs straddling either side of his. He sprinkles the sticky green buds so haphazardly you watch as probably a gram’s worth spills out of the cigar paper and onto the couch beneath the two of you. “Occupational hazard.” he mumbles with a shrug as your hands come up to cradle beneath his to prevent more wasted weed. While his eyes focus on finishing up the blunt, he juts his chin up at you, signaling to you wordlessly what he wants you to do. You glance at his long pale neck, the fading pink and purple traces of an old hickey you didn’t give him staring back at you. You know Eddie sees other girls, he never hid that. But you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when you think of another girl’s lips on his skin. Eddie has a way of making you feel wanted, special, singular. And even though the little voice in your head is yelling at you to get a grip, he’s not worth the games he puts you through! You keep coming back for more.

You lean into him and begin to nibble at the warm skin of his neck, leaving lipgloss kisses and kitten licks that you softly blow cold air onto to watch the goosebumps erupt on his skin. A small moan plays deep in his throat, almost too quiet to hear, like he’s holding it in. Not wanting to make it obvious how easily you can make him fall apart. When your acrylic tipped fingers rake down his chest over his faded Corroded Coffin shirt and land on his pecs, you feel his heart thumping faster than it was a few minutes ago. If I could just prove to him how much he wants me, needs me, loves me then maybe it could always be like this. Just us. You think to yourself.

“Do you like that baby?” You ask him sweetly, fingers playing with the chain around his neck. “Uhh yeah.” He mumbles flatly. “Feels so good.” His placating should annoy you but it does the opposite. It just makes you more eager to please him. His fingers bring the blunt to his mouth to lick a stripe and he seals it, holding it between his lips as he reaches into his pocket for his phone. You continue making out with his neck, his unruly hair tickling your cheek. He lets out a snort as he reads his texts, the hand not holding his phone rubbing your back absentmindedly. Your brain tells you not to peek over your shoulder at his phone but your eyes wander to the lit up screen, his thumb typing quickly to reply to a message. The name at the top reads Daisy Hideout and the little circle image looks like lips wrapped around the head of Eddie’s- you look away with a shudder before you can examine the picture too closely. As Eddie answers a few more texts you roll your eyes and bite down a little too hard on the vein you’ve been sucking at, earning a fuck and hissed breath from him. “So are we gonna smoke now or what?” you ask, rolling your hips forward and pressing your crotch into his lap. He drops his phone to the side and smirks watching the way you press into him.

“Remember what I told you about being patient?” He teases you as his hands come up to grab your waist, pulling your torso into his face. “I don’t like being patient. Or sharing.” You reply. He shakes his head, sighing as he nuzzles his nose into the fabric of your shirt. Your hardened nipples poke through and he runs his lips over them, letting his nose bump into them as he switches back and forth. “We’ve gone over this y/n.” He begins, “Don’t start acting like I’m your boyfriend because I’m not.” You let out a soft whine and snatch the blunt from his lips. He rests a hand on your hip while he leans over to grab his lighter and ashtray. You inhale as he flicks the lighter to the end of the blunt, tip burning and sizzling a cherry red. He watches the smoke drift out of your nose while his hands continue to roam your body. His right hand bumps into something bulky in your backpocket. His eyebrows pull together as he looks at you questioningly.

“Well then if you’re not my boyfriend, maybe I shouldn’t give you your gift.” You say swatting his hand away. He narrows his eyes at you, “What gift?” He asks as he takes the blunt and inhales. “The thing you showed me at the pawn shop last week…” His eyes go wide as he readjusts you on his lap, sitting up straighter and reaching for your pocket again. His hand slips in and pulls out the shiny silver watch. Your hearts racing with nerves and excitement just like it was the day you stole it. You’d never admit it but you kind of like stealing things. Especially for Eddie. And especially from greasy pawn shop owners who are so easy to distract with a little cleavage and hair twirling. Fuck it, it was probably a stolen Rolex to begin with.

“Holy shit holy shit.” He says as he drops the blunt into the ashtray. “You actually fucking stole this?” You nod with a small shrug, “You said you really wanted it.. d’ya like it?” “It’s a fucking Daytona Rolex of course I like it. And it has the platinum dials too shit.” Your cheeks warm as you watch him examine it closely. “Put it on.” you tell him as you take his hand in yours and help him latch it closed, perfectly fitting around his tattooed wrist. He turns his wrist in the light, little sparkles and rainbow bursts flickering across the two of your bodies. His impossibly warm brown eyes shimmer more than usual, the reflection of the diamonds in the watch making his irises look like a galaxy full of stars. “You.. you stole this.. for me?” he asks you quietly, voice filled with apprehension. You nod, “Of course. I wanted to show you how loyal I am. I hope this proves that.” you say, fingertips gently scratching underneath his chin, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “I’d do anything for you Eddie.”

Eddie looked at the beautiful girl sitting in his lap, her eyes filled with love and mind clouded with infatuation. He wasn’t thinking about this happening when he mentioned to her the Rolex sitting in the Hawkins Pawn Shop was at the top of his to buy list. But he’s happy at this turn of events. “Anything huh?” He has you exactly where he wants you.

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longlostreader · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove- I hate you pt7

(18+!!)

Never in a million years did you think you’d be going on a date with Billy Hargrove. The arrogant, egotistical, fuck boy of Hawkins was somehow making his way into your heart.

Thankfully Billy had basketball practice tonight so you could take your time getting ready. You threw your bag on your bed and stripped off your school clothes heading to the bathroom in your room. You washed your makeup off while you let the shower water get hot. You turned on the little radio you had in the bathroom and brushed your long hair out before stepping in the shower and letting the hot water consume you. You really took your time pampering yourself. Using your favorite body wash and deep conditioning your hair. You made sure to double cleanse your face. Something your mother had always taught you to do to prevent breakouts. When you were finally done you wrapped one towel around your body and the other in your hair. You stepped out into your room and grabbed your body oil and lotion. Another little trick you learned from your mother was to moisturize right after your shower so your skin will be extra hydrated. The coconut oil was supposed to really help with that. Usually you’d never take quite this many steps but you wanted your skin to feel so soft and perfect. As you spreading the lotion up your legs you thought about Billys hands touching you. How badly your body was craving him. It wasn’t much secret around school that you were a virgin. Your grades were always more important than some guy and you weren’t one for pointless hookups, but you knew if things went well with Billy, it wouldn’t last long. Now you weren’t planning on loosing your virginity on your first date with him, but you were definitely hoping a little something would happed. You remembered feeling how hard he was pressed up against you earlier. You needed him to touch you tonight. So you opted for a nice short low-cut sundress. It showed your boobs off perfectly. Low enough to definitely catch attention but not low enough to be deemed slutty. It hugged your waist tightly and flowed out at the bottom. Cute and sexy in one, it was perfect for a first date. Of course it is the beginning of October so its definitely been getting cold out. Especially at night, so you paired it with some ankle boots and a jean jacket. Should you have worn some tights, probably, but you didn’t want them in the way between Billys hands and your skin. Besides you’d be inside most of the night anyway. You did your makeup as your hair dried. Although you didn’t do it a whole lot for school, you loved doing your makeup. You grew up watching your mom sit in front of the mirror getting ready for date nights with your dad. Shed always blot a little lipstick on your lips as well and tell you how beautiful you looked. Now here you were in front of the mirror getting ready for your own date. You patted on a deep red color with your fingers to give your lips a more natural kiss me look and topped it with some lipgloss. Your eyeshadow was pretty light but it really made your big eyes pop. When you were satisfied you moved onto curling your hair into very loose curls and putting it up in a high ponytail with a ribbon. You left a few pieces out to frame your face. You really felt beautiful. You sprayed your favorite vanilla perfume and put on very simple dainty jewelry. The necklace sat perfectly on your chest drawing in more attention to your boobs. You checked the time 6:55 perfect. You did a small twirl in the mirror to double check everything before grabbing your purse. The doorbell rang right on time. “I’ll get it.” You yelled. “My my don’t you look beautiful.” Your mother said when you walked down the steps. “Whats the occasion?” “Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m going on a date with Billy.” With that you opened the door. Billy’s breath caught in his throat when he saw you. Holy shit he thought. You looked perfect. “Wow you look stunning.” He said still staring at you. “Well thank you, so do you.” He gave you that beautiful smile you loved. “Oh um these are for you. I know your dad got you some yesterday but I don’t think you can ever have too many flowers.” He said handing you the bouquet. “Billy these are beautiful! Thank you, let me go put them in water.” You kissed him on the cheek before taking the flowers. He stepped inside after you. “Hi Mrs.(L/n)” “Hello Billy. Don’t you look dashing tonight.” He laughed, “Thank you.” You walked back in the room and grabbed his hand. “Okay lets go. Bye mom!” “Bye sweetie, you kids have fun and be safe!” “We will.” You said shutting the door. “So what do you want for dinner Princess?” He said opening the car door for you. “I’m in the mood for pasta.” “Pasta it is.” He shut your door and made his way over to the drivers seat. “You really do look beautiful (Y/n)” You blushed. “Thank you Billy. You look really handsome yourself.” He smiled at you again and turned on the radio. More rock music flooded your ears. You didn’t mind at all. He grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers. The action was small but it left the biggest smile on your face.

You two stayed like that the whole ride. You didn’t talk the rest of the ride, but it was a comfortable silence. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. You arrived at the restaurant and Billy let go of your hand to get out and open your door for you. You felt stupid but you missed the feeling of his hand in yours. Of course that feeling didn’t last too long because as soon as he opened your door he stuck his hand out for you to take again. You sat in a small booth in the corner. You ordered Alfredo and Billy got a small pizza. It surprised you just how easy he was to talk too. You spent the whole dinner talking and laughing. He asked you so many questions about yourself really trying to know you. A lot of times when you’d ask him something more personal he’d change the subject back to you. Especially when you asked about his family. You made a small mental note about that. “Alright Hargrove enough about me for a minute I wanna know more about you too.” “Alright fine. Shoot your question.” “Tell me a secret no one else knows.” He thought about it for a second. “Okay, um- this is the first real date I’ve ever been on. I’ve only ever done hookups before I’ve never sat down to know a girl and I’m a little nervous.” That response shocked you. Now of course you knew his reputation for hookups that was no surprise, but you being his first ever date too. You being special enough he actually wants to be seen with you and get to know you, not just sleep with you. It made you fall for him even more. “You’re my first date too, Billy.” “Really?” “Yep.” “I just would’ve thought, I mean you’re fucking gorgeous. No ones ever asked you out before?” “Nope, never.” “I wasn’t your first kiss, was I?” “No no, I played 7 minutes in heaven this one time freshman year, and I’ve played spin the bottle a few times before but that’s all it ever was. Just a drunken kissing game.” He paused for a second taking in what you said. “So- you’ve never done anything else with a guy before?” “Nope, never. I know what a sad little virgin compared to you.” You let out a laugh as you said it. “Huh.” Was all he said before changing the subject. The rest of dinner was perfect. He had you laughing so hard you were almost in tears. “We better get going soon if we’re gonna make it to the movie princess.” “Oh that’s right. Time to see terminator and gag at all the fake blood.” He chuckled and got cash out to pay the bill. He grabbed your hand again to lead you out to the car. This time as he drove off his big hand found themselves on your thigh. He lightly squeezed the gentle skin. You felt on fire. He was hardly even touching you and your panties were already getting wet. Your breathing hitched slightly as you silently prayed he’d move his hand up. He didn’t. It stayed right in place until he was paying admission for the drive in. This definitely wasn’t what you expected from his reputation, but you also couldn’t complain. He wasn’t treating you like a hookup, which is good obviously you don’t wanna be a hookup, but you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him. He parked the car and you decided now would be a good time to take off your jacket. Billy didn’t even try to hide that he was staring at your chest. He licked his lips and glanced into your eyes then back down to your chest. “I uh, I didn’t know what kind you liked so I just got a bunch of random stuff.” He said still staring at your boobs. “What?” “Candy.” He said finally looking away and reaching into the back seat to pull out a bag filled with different sweets and snacks. “Ya know, for the movie.” “Billy that’s so sweet, Thank you.” You looked around in the bag before settling on a cherry tootsie-pop. Perfect. You kicked your boots off and moved to drape your legs across Billys lap, slightly moving your dress up even further and giving him a better view of your breasts. Then you started sucking on the lollipop aimlessly, looking at the big screen ahead.

You felt his eyes burning into you and his dick twitch a little against his jeans. You tried to hide your smile as you felt him start rubbing his hand slowly up and down your leg, going slightly higher each time. “Your skin is so fucking soft.” He mumbled. “Thank you.” His rough fingers reached a little higher this time, dancing right under the edge of you dress. He squeezed your thigh again. This time the effect had your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You weren’t sure if he was able to tell, but he did have that stupid smirk on his face while he kept his eyes on the movie screen. I can play this game too, you thought. You stretched your legs just a little bit, making sure to rub across his dick ever so slightly. His grip on your thigh tightened even more. He turned to look at you, you glanced back holding eye contact as you swirled your tongue around the red sucker and took it out of your mouth with a slight ‘pop’. His chest was rising and falling much heavier now. “Princess…” His voice was much deeper now. “You’re making this really difficult for me.” “Making what difficult Billy.” He knew exactly what you were doing, but you wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth. “Don’t play dumb with me baby girl. You know what you’re doing, now I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman here. Don’t go starting something you can’t finish.” You just smiled innocently back at him and removed your legs from his lap. You leaned in close to his ear. “Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentlemen.” He took a sharp breath in before pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. You gasped as you felt his rock hard cock against your wet core. You instinctively grinned harder against it whimpering his name. “Fuck your so sexy princess” He said before he crashed his lips against yours. It was sloppy and rough and hot. He grabbed your ass making you moan into his mouth. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing. You only pulled away to catch your breath. He dug your hips down onto his. “Billy please.” “Please what baby.” “Please touch me. I need it please. I need you Billy.” You begged. His eyes turned even darker than before. He leaned you back slightly and tore your dress down enough to expose your boobs. “This okay?” He asked. “Yes, yes it’s okay Billy please touch me.” That second clarification was all he needed. He grabbed your right breast in his hand and rolled your nipple between his fingers as he kissed down your neck. Thank god the only cars around were pretty far away being a Tuesday night, no one was here. You were a moaning mess. His mouth continued down your neck until he attached his lips to your other nipple. “Billy oh my god.” You could feel him smirking against you. He never expected to have this happen tonight. He really did plan on being a perfect gentlemen tonight. He thought maybe at most a small takeout session in the car sure, but here you are on top of him, moaning like a perfect slut while you grind on his dick. He removed his hand from your breast and snuck it slowly up your thigh. He lightly ran his fingertip along your panties to feel how wet you were. Holy shit he wasn’t expecting you to be this soaked. He was aching to be inside you, but he wasn’t going to let that happen just yet. Not tonight. In fact the minute you told him you were a virgin he swore to himself he wouldn’t fuck you until you were his girlfriend, but he was definitely gonna make you cum. He stopped attaching your nipple so he could see your face as he slipped his fingers past your panties, collecting your wetness, and bringing it up to your clit. He made small slow circled at first. You laced your fingers into his long golden curls and let out a gasp. He felt 100x better than you could’ve ever imagined. “Oh Billy… more, please more.” He removed his fingers from your clit and dipped one slowly inside you. He found your g spot in a matter of seconds. You knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you were cumming. Without warning he added a second finger. You started clenching around them as he continued pounding them into your G spot. He used his other thumb to start rubbing faster circles in your clit and he attached his mouth to your nipple again. It was all so much at once. You let out one last loud moan of his name before you came all over his fingers. He slowed them down to help you ride out your high. When you finally opened your eyes again he slowly pulled them out and put them in his mouth. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He looked back into your glossy eyes. “You taste so fucking good princess.” You kissed him again, deeply, so you could taste yourself on his mouth. You moaned again and reached your hand down to palm him through his jeans. He bit your lip then pulled away removing your hand. “Wha-“ “Not yet baby. I just wanted to make you feel good.” “But I wanna make you feel good too, Billy.” “Oh princess I promise you will, but if I let you keep going now I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.” You pouted and were about to protest again but he kissed you gently. “Besides, movie just ended. I gotta get you home before your parents kill me.” He helped you fix your dress and gave you another kiss before letting you crawl back to your seat. You leaned your head on his arm and interlocked your fingers the whole way home. Neither of you could stop smiling. He kissed you at every stop light. He drove slower than he ever had before trying to make the moment last as long as he could. Still you arrived outside your house too quickly. He let you out and walked you to your front door. “So, how was it for your first ever date?” He asked. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He smiled as he leaned in to give you one last kiss that took your breath away. “I’ll pick you up for school in the morning?” “I can’t wait.” “Goodnight princess.” “Goodnight Billy.” You stepped inside and saw your mother waiting up for you with a smile on her face. “So how was it?” “Perfect.” She kissed you on your head goodnight before you both headed upstairs. You never thought you could be this happy. Neither did Billy. Thankfully when he got home everyone had already gone to bed. Max peaked her head out of her room when she heard him come in. “How’d it go?” She whispered. “Amazing.” He whispered back. She smiled brightly at him before going back to sleep. Billy shut the door behind him and stripped down to his boxers. He claimed in bed before letting his hand grip his still Simi-hard dick. His mind flooded with the sounds of your moans and how you begged for his touch. He came in no time. He cleaned himself up with a dirty T-shirt before quickly falling asleep.

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #smut #stranger things imagine

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hearts4leeknow · 8 months

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cake || hyunjin x reader

Warnings: female reader, lovey-dovey, 1 use of ‘y/n’

Genre: fluff fluff and more fluff!

word count: 687

A/N: I made this after seungmins birthday but pretended it’s his birthday!

“Hyunjin!” I yelled playfully, giggling, “what!” Hyunjin looked at me with a smirk.

“You got flour all over me!” I whined, frowning, looking at my floured covered hoodie and sweatpants.

“Oh, c’mon you can’t just blame me! Whatever…go get one of my hoodies and sweatpants from upstairs and i’ll clean this mess we made so we can finish seungminnies cake in time for his birthday party.” My black haired boyfriend says emphasizing the ‘we made’ since I did start it.

“Deal! Don’t do anything other than cleaning without me, because I know for a fact you can’t bake.” I smiled, giving him a light peck on the cheek before running upstairs to change.

“Yes, baby…I know.” He sighed.

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I sighed giving a small smile to her before she ran upstairs, god I love her. I walked to the kitchen counter grabbing a wet cloth to wipe the countertop with. I hummed to the music playing in the background, smiling as I remembered all the cute memories me and Y/n have together. I washed some dishes when she came back downstairs in my deep green hoodie with grey sweatpants that were also mine.

“Darling…you’re back, finally it felt like eternity!” I whined and pouted, “Hyune, I was gone for 5 minutes…” she mumbled, patting my head.

“It felt like 5 years, baby” I kissed her forehead, “ Let’s get back to work, yeah?” I asked, looking down at her wide smile.

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, excitedly grabbing ingredients for the cake.

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I tapped my foot to the beat of the music while Hyunjin was mixing some stuff, “Hyue, where’s the icing?” I questioned tapping him on the shoulder, “Here!” he turned around, booping my nose with icing.

“Awe you have a cute white nose now!” He smiled, kissing my whole face, but my nose.

“Hyuneee, we gotta finish this cake, stop playing around!” I frowned, pouting at his playfulness at this hour.

“Muse, I know I just wanna have fun with you too!” Hyunjin smiled giving me a tight hug, it felt nice, it felt like home, it felt like you were truly loved.

He let go and said; “We’re almost done, babe, just some more decorations on the cake!” He gave a warm smile while pushing his long black hair behind his ears.

“I’ll do the rest while you get ready for the party first.” I smiled back, “You’ve amazing help, baby.” I kissed him on the lips, patting his head ushering for hm. to get ready.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit, I love you!” Hyunjin waved and ran upstairs to go get ready.

“I love you too!” I smiled and waved back, then turned my attention to the 90% finished cake. I added some flowers and more icing decorations making it look more presentable and professional. I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands before putting the cake into its designated box. I turned the water off as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Hyune, you look so handsome…” I stared at him for a moment before walking up to him to fix his hair a little.

“Thank you, baby.” Hyunjin smiled, he was wearing a simple button up with a fancy jacket and pants, his hair was half up and half down exposing his jawline.

“Here, i’ll put the cake in the box, you go get ready.” He nudged me towards the stairs, “okay!” I responded, slowly walking up the stairs.

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I came running down the stairs almost tripping on my own feet, “woah.” was the first thing to come out of his mouth when he saw me.

“Well? what do you think?” I asked looking down shyly, “amazing! gosh you look lovely, you’re so pretty…i’m almost speechless…” Hyunjin rambled with his jaw dropped in shock. I wore a deep red silky dress that went down to my lower thighs, not quite at my knees. hair completely down and curled at the ends, a jelly lipstick with lipgloss on my lips making them pop.

~ FIN ~

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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## new match ! -> cherry bomb.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: wereee hello hello my loves!! i know it’s been a while but im so happy to be back and writing, honestly this piece is very self indulgent to myself but even still i hope you can enjoy !!! i love you <3

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, daddy!kink, dumbification, blowjobs, handjobs, cum eating, bimbo!reader...shes really dumb lol, super needy, fem pronouns/bodied, implied threesome at the end mwahahaha.

— wc: 4K.

bakugou loves his girlfriend.

he thinks you're so very pretty.

in fact, everything about you is so very pretty. from the way your nose twitches on its own accord, to the snort you let out when you laugh to hard and the little flecks of stars in your galaxy eyes along with the way your glossy lips pout to him whenever something doesn’t go your way and you beg with your whole body for katsuki to fix it.

the blonde watches, bored from the passenger's seat of your car as you fix the layer of cherry red gloss against said lips— the shine of them under the afternoon sun ignites something hot within his chest. he remembers the shade, since he likes it so much. cherry bomb. snapping your compact shut, your eyes flutter over to your boyfriend’s, body leaning over the console as you whine. “ka’suki, ‘m i pretty? wanna look nice for eiji’s party,” your lips push outwards in a pout, eyes like a puppy dog.

he finds it pretty, how you rely on him for almost everything, like a single rose in his garden that needs tending to— needs nurturing to stay alive. he likes it how his opinion matters most to you in the world, how anything bakugou says invalidates anyone else’s word. maybe it’s bad that you let him make so many of your decisions, but he couldn’t care less— as long as you needed him to, he would.

there’s nothing but air between your doe eyes, thoughts of katsuki bouncing in your hollow head. so of course you needed him, who else would keep you out of trouble?

“‘course you are baby, y’always look pretty,” bakugou coos, playing right into your hands as you giggle and nudge his nose with your own— depriving him of a kiss so you don’t have to re-apply your gloss. your boyfriend shudders at the sweet scent of glace cherries, the ones painted across your smiling lips while his hands wander as much as they can over the dips and curves in your body. “‘specially for me,”

“really, suki? do ya promise?” you ask, voice akin to a babyish simper, double checking that bakugou meant his every word.

sometimes, the childish air to behaviour spiked annoyance in your boyfriend, but he couldn’t always be mad— you couldn’t help the way you were and he wouldn’t ask you to change. besides, your neediness for affection or attention and dependency on katsuki is what made him love you so much more. so with a roll of his eyes, in his own shade of cherry, he says “promise. wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t mean it, stupid,” he says roughly, loving how your face twists into an even bigger pout. “c’mere, gimme a kiss.”

with strong arms bakugou pulls you from the driver’s seat and into his lap, settling your thighs either side of his and pulling you flush to his chest. “no, you called me stupid!” you huff, pushing back on your boyfriend in the tight space of your car but big arms lock you down. “let go suki!”

a hand grabs at your baby cheeks, squeezing them between calloused fingerprints as bakugou pulls you in closer— catching a whiff of that cherry bomb lipgloss he loves so much. part of him wishes that he hadn’t seen you put it on, so that he could kiss you and guess which flavour had been spread across the surface of your lips like a fine oil paint on a blank canvas. the other half of him is just dying to get a taste of you.

“behave.” the blonde commands cooly, contrasting against his burning grip on all parts of your body like he owns you. your body ripples in tune with his voice, following his every move. your hips and thighs twitch underneath your strawberry print dress and a quiet whimper lays flat on your lips. “y’gonna let me kiss you now?”

you make a noise of no between the fingers that squish your cheeks, earning yourself a sigh of disappointment. “you’re gonna ruin my make-up for the party!”

bakugou clicks his tongue, face bored but eyes burning with fire. all he wants to do is kiss you, bite into the cherry plumpness to your lips and ravage you. but you wanna look pretty, you wanna go to the party and look like a pretty doll on his muscled arms. you wanna, you wanna. but he doesn’t care.

a thumb pulls down on your shiny bottom lip and your mouth follows the downward movement— opening up like a flower for your boyfriend to shove two fingers into and press down against your tongue. “don’cha think for a second ‘m gonna let you keep talkin’ back to me when you aren’t doin’ as you’re told, dummy.” bakugou reiterates his dominant presence over you, steeling his face as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your hot, wet mouth.

he’s only just disappointed when your gloss doesn’t budge or smear over the areas surrounding your lips, but there’s not much too it when some of the gloss adds glitter in the form of crystals along the length of his digits. “why couldn’t y’just be good, hah? behave y’self ‘n give daddy fuckin’ a kiss?” bakugou scolds you even as your eyes water, he knows you hate getting in trouble— but it’s no one’s fault besides your own. your jaw slackens just a tad, head bobbing with the languid movements of katsuki’s fingers in and out of your mouth and he can’t even begin to string together the words to express how fucking sexy he finds the view. “we coulda been at the party by now, if you’da just kissed ya daddy ‘n put’cha gloss on after but no, you just love to misbehave.”

his words, which you’d call mean if your mouth hadn’t been so occupied with sucking on his fingers and rolling your tongue between them, make knots twist in your stomach and the crystals spill over your eyes— catching on the glass shine of your lips. your hips move on their own accord as if you weren’t being punished, grinding down hard against the stiffness growing in bakugou’s pants. your action only earns you a light tap to your cheek— stained with raindrops, gathering on your eyelashes.

“the fuck d’ya think you’re doin’, baby?” katsuki warns with a gruff hiss, cocking his head to the side and tilting his chin up to you. red rises like a blood tide against the blonde’s cheeks— he knows that you know there’s a strain in his pants from where his cock begins to tent and press between your slick folds covered up only by your stringy panties. as empty as your pretty little head is, you know every little thing that makes katsuki tick and what turns him on. a brainless little menace is what you are. “think y-you can have a cock even when you’ve been naughty?”

but then you shake your head, stilling your hips as you shake above your boyfriend— your warm cunt fluttering over his dick print in desperation. “n-no! ‘m trying to be good daddy... s’just that you’re really hard right now, doesn’t that hurt?”

katsuki realises then that your tears may not have been caused by the matter of getting in trouble, but more so for the reason of your precious daddy, your everything being in pain because of you. for a second, he debates on telling you otherwise, but relents— deciding to take advantage of how gullible you are.

so with a sleazy grin, the pads of his thumbs brush away at the tears left on the apples of your pudgy cheeks and coos up at you. “you’re right baby, s’hurtin’ daddy so so much, you gonna let him put his cock in yer mouth ‘n make it go away?” bakugou let’s the words slide across his wet tongue before he can stop them— his thoughts are hazy, way too caught up on your the image of your glossed lips wrapped around his cock just the way he likes.

“but k’suki!” there it is, your darling pout and the hypothetical stomp of your feet as if you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum. “you’ll ruin my gloss! you said it makes me pretty!”

“don’t care,” your boyfriend says breathlessly— already moving to recline his seat and pull it back— making room for him to force you to your knees. “want my dick in yer mouth ‘n yer gonna suck it. ‘cause y’not a brat right? you my good girl? my pretty girl?” his voice is condescending but shoots straight to your core just like he knew it would and before you can realise, you’re hanging onto bakugou’s every word, moving quickly to peel back his jeans and boxers— licking stripes up the rough fabric like a slobbering puppy.

“fuck, that’s it. so fuckin’ pretty. changed y’mind so fast ‘cause you like it when i talk naughty to you, don’t you baby?” katsuki’s chest heaves, dirty words hanging in the air of the car as it starts to grow hot and heavy with lust. you give bakugou a noncommittal grunt, watching with eager eyes as his cock springs free and his glistening tip smacks against the softness of his tummy.

red eyes roll to the back of his skull when your gentle fingertips smooth over his cockhead, a moan falls from between the blonde’s lips and all he can hear is you gasping when you play with the strings of his arousal— all he can feel is your warm hands playing with him, teasing him while you remain blissfully unaware. “you’re so hard katsuki, makes your cock look so much bigger!” your tongue sticks out against the swell of your cherry bomb lips in concentration, brows furrowed as you grip him at the base and squeeze.

bakugou barely holds back a choked moan, cursing under his breath from the simple action. “what? scared it won’t fit, baby?”

your gaze shoots up, no longer mesmerized by the precum oozing from your boyfriend’s tip and you almost look offended. “no, silly! my pussy’s a lot smaller than my mouth,” you argue, voice whiny. “and i’ve already taken you there!”

to prove your point, you jump right in and set yourself to work— placing sloppy chaste kisses to bakugou’s cock head before sliding most of his shaft into your hot, wet mouth. your tongue runs laps on swirls around him, jaw going slack as you push yourself to take all that you know you can. you’ve been trained so well, katsuki knows that, there isn’t a way you can’t make him cum and your mouth and hands always do the job. you let him stretch out your tight little throat in any which way he pleases, let him fuck you until your eyes are bleary and he’s cum so much the pink of your tongue is blocked out by white.

you're just so good like that, so eager like that. and here you are, yet again, letting him ruin your pretty face and your pretty glossed lips just to make him feel so fucking good.

bakugou pushes a hand through his sweaty blonde roots, crimson to match his eyes flooding his cheeks at the sight of you nestled between his tights— pushing yourself so far down on his cock that he can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat before you’ve even begun to bob your head. “s-silly fuckin’ me, eh?...how could i forget how good my little girl is when i fuck her throat?” the praise, like liquid gold on his lips makes you hum in appreciation and the vibrations shoot straight up to the top katsuki’s shaft— causing more of his arousal to leak in soft waves over your tongue. “let’s get a move on, yeah? don’ wanna be late to eiji’s party...won’t—fuck— get to show you off then,”

you wiggle on your knees to get comfortable, doe eyes, bright and focused on bakugou’s face before you slowly start to lift your head up and down—smearing your fruity red gloss along the length of his dick while you build up to your boyfriend’s favourite pace. addicting and sloppy, just how he likes it...where your saliva pools in excess over him your chin, where your gaze flickers up to him to check how he’s doing even though you know you make him feel like he’s stepping into heaven.

but can he really call it heaven when you act like a walking sin, using your free hands to cup his balls and squeeze, getting a feel for the weight of them and the load that’s soon to flood your mouth. you can’t be an angel if you’ve fallen from the skies just for katsuki bakugou— so perhaps you’re a siren with star struck eyes and glittery lips made to such his cock and his cock only. or maybe it’s that you were an angel and fell into his hands, ones that corrupted your bubblegum personality and empty head.

bakugou’s head empties too, especially when your tongue traces the veins on the underside of his cock. it’s a pathway to eve’s garden— you’d bite the apple if he told you to— you’d do anything that he told you to. his dick pulses, blood rushing to his sore tip and carrying small particles of lust through the rest of his body. the way your lips wrap around him, your throat swallows down his shaft— clears every ounce of logical thought in the blonde’s brain until all he can think about is the sticky prints of your lip gloss all over him.

the sight rattles his brain, causing sharp tongued words and slurred praises to drip down his chin and heat to spread across his chest. “fuck, fuck, fuck...you’re so good like this...so fucking good just like this,” katsuki snarls through gritted teeth, pupils blown wide and not an ounce of sanity written in the flecks of his eyes. he’s a mess and all you’d done is put on some gloss and kitten licked his dick. it should be a crime to get him as riled up as you do, with nothing more than your dumb little head and your pretty smile and the way you take cock like a champ.

bakugou feels almost angry at how easily you can break him, barely lifting a manicured nail— painted with shades of ruby and crimson and pink because the colours reminded you of him and his eyes. it shouldn’t be easy for a helpless, airheaded girl to ruin him like this and so he takes it out in you— grabbing the back of your head and shoving it down on him until he’s plugged your throat and you can’t fucking breathe.

that should teach you, that serves you right.

this is your punishment, choking and gagging on a fat cock is what you deserve for being so fucking pretty. for being all that katsuki bakugou could want wrapped up in one dumb little girl�� and you’re all his, no one else’s and he refuses to share. crystallised tears catch on your eyelashes while bakugou makes a flesh light out of your throat, pumping his hips up and chasing the warmth of your mouth until you’re overwhelmed by his musk and his taste.

the sobs you let out vibrate against his shaft, mixing with the lewd garbles from where he tests your gag reflex— saliva and precum pouring from the corners of your mouth. “whatcha cryin’ for? surely not over yer fuckin’ lipgloss— oh shit...that’s a stupid fuckin’ reason to cry baby,” a sadistic tingle akin to the familiar tingle of pleasure spreads through his finger tips as he controls the bob of your head. your eyes start to cross from the lack of hair, hands slapping down on the blonde’s thigh in the need for oxygen to your ditzy brain. “y’too much of a big girl t’be a cry baby,”

katsuki pulls you up before the flames in his lower belly can grow any brighter and the knot that was twisting there comes undone. “ka’suki...you’re so mean!” you cry when you finally get the chance, his cock still twitching as you gasp for air, eyes bleary and throat raw from being fucked so hard. “couldn’t breathe…”

even though you complain, your hand is quick to replace what your mouth once covered— slicking up katsuki’s weighty girth with the slippery mixture of spit and arousal. you smile, oh your smile, it shines so bright and makes bakugou fall through all the reasons that he loves you. even if you barely have a thought in your mind, or you giggle more often than you speak and you depend on him way too much. he loves you, how good you are for him and how you please him.

“but’cha like me mean, don’t you baby?” a warm and rough hand cups your wet and ruined cheek, brushing away tracks of black and saltine glass drops.

“y-yes daddy, like it when you call me pretty too...” you mewl, flicking your wrist and concentrating on the way bakugou’s washboard abs ripple and a sheen covers his honey skin.

you could always tell when katsuki was right on the edge, every nerve ending in his body screaming for release. his hips follow your lead, dick sliding through your closed, wet fist— he barely clings to reality as his bright red tip bleeds waves of white over your knuckles. “mnnn, so fuckin’ pretty. always are in every way that i fuck you,” bakugou hisses through clench teeth, sweat lining his brow— his cock pulses in your grip like a dam ready to burst. he’s telling the truth, he’s always thought you were pretty no matter how you looked. with crimson fruit glossed up lips, a sleepy face, a babyish grin. you would always be pretty to him. “bein’ all sweet just t’make your daddy cum, huh?”

“mhmm,” you nod, sticking your tongue out flat to slap katsuki’s tip against it— moaning into the haziness of the car.

“there’s my girl, my naughty girl—holy fuck… you’re so good at this,” bakugou can’t help the dirty words that roll over his tongue, looking down at you through his lower lashes. “gonna cum, princess, can you take it? y’gonna take it? yeah you are. yeah you fuckin’ are.” is all he can say, while run the tip of your tongue up and and down the slit of his cockhead. “ooh shit, right there honey...right fucking there!”

bakugou can’t help the shivers and shakes that wrack his body when he finally cums, your lips quick to part around his tip as ropes of white pout into your mouth and spread across the plains of your pink tongue. he tastes like cherry lip gloss and salt, the flavour overwhelming you as you make out with his cock all the way through his high. katsuki is blind sighted for only a moment, new forms of technicolour filling the car as he grips right onto the door handle to bring himself back down from heaven to earth. he cums so much, flooding your mouth and smearing opaque white across you he seams and swell of your lips.

“f-fuck...fuuck baby, c’mere...come up ‘ere ‘n give daddy a fuckin’ kiss,” he manages to say, still working through the aftershocks of his orgasm before pulling you up into his lap. your boyfriend’s jeans are rough against your inner thighs, slick from how much he came and it’s enough to make a familiar wetness drips from your core. your panties seem to stick to the outlines of your cute cunt when bakugou grabs you by the throat, cool rings sinking into your molten flesh as you’re yanked into a searing kiss. his tongue dips into the pool of white held in your both— allowing him to taste himself as you sloppily kiss and strings of his orgasm messy both of your chins with white.

by the time you pull away, bakugou’s face is even worse for wear than your own— despite the fact that he’s made you cry and drool off all of your makeup. “ka’suki!! now your face is all ruined too!” you grin from ear to ear, swiping a thumb under his bottom lip to clean away the cum that’s gathered there, sucking it into your mouth after. “you ruined my gloss with your dick ‘n now i’ve ruined your lips with your cum!”

the blonde can’t help but kiss you through your giggles, chuckling at your outburst himself. “what can i say, princess?” bakugou hums, wrapping his big arms around your middle as you start grind yourself down on him like a bitch in heat yet again. insatiable, is what you were. insatiable and pretty. “love the taste of y’gloss mixed with my cum. b’sides, s’always better straight from this filth fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

his lips are on yours once again, before you have the chance to agree.

cherry bomb gloss always got bakugou worked up like this.

“eiji!”

you squeak and throw yourself into the redhead’s arms before he’s even had the chance to welcome you both to his party raging inside. bakugou stands behind you, both hands tucked into his pockets while he offers his best mate a smug grin.

in the end, bakugou had made sure to fuck you good after the earth shattering head you’d given him before heading over to kirishima’s— ultimately making you an hour late to the engament. he’d marked you to hell and back, pulled at every part of your flesh he could reach and had made you ride him until you could barely function and he’d filled you with at least two loads if his cum. the evidence was written all across your body and there was no way in hell bakugou was going to clean up the stickiness between your sweet thighs nor the mess on your face and the wildness to your appearance before you got here.

not when you looked like an angel, especially like this.

not when he had the opportunity to show off just how good he could fuck you to all of his friends.

and like always, you hadn’t questioned your boyfriend or given it a second thought. all you’d done is bat your eyelashes up and him and asked. “‘m i still pretty, suki?”

to which bakugou had replied. “always, princess,”

when kirishima pulls back, he almost groans at the sight of your bruised lips and caked, watered down mascara under your eyes along with the fresh reddish sparkle to your lips. “see you two finally made it,” he manages, shooting his gaze between yourself and katsuki. “it also, seems like you both had a lot of fun on the way over too, huh angel?”

“mhm! sorry we were late, suki wanted to fuck me right before we came! said i looked too pretty not to,” you giggle, shimmying in the grip of the sharp-toothed male. “think it’s ‘cause i wore my favourite lipgloss! you wanna try it too?”

bakugou grunts in approval from behind you, cutting through your babbles and patting your bum. if he were being honest, he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised by your enthusiasm and the fact that you were rearing to go— it was part of your dumb little charm. “jesus baby, y’still have all that energy after what i did to you?” he laughs, lost in your pretty smile when you turn back to face him and nod— arms still looped around kirishima’s neck. “go on, y‘can even give ei a kiss, show ‘im the reason why daddy fucked the gloss off of ya, anyways,” he adds onto the end, knowing this wouldn’t be the first or last time the two best friends had shared bakugou’s silly little girlfriend.

not that you minded though, you loved katsuki’s attention, especially the kind he gave you when you played with his friends. besides, he know that no matter who had their cock tucked into that snug pussy of yours or past those pretty cherry glossed lips— you would always be craving for him. for your katsuki bakugou.

nonetheless, and with a squeak you turn back to eijirou, practically bouncing with excitement. “can i? please eiji?”

“you better, little lady, since you both keep having fun without me,” comes kirishima’s response before he’s tugging the both of you inside and throwing you into the full swing of the party. you bound after him happily, your blonde boyfriend in tow as the three of you searching for a room to play in.

some place private, where you could show kirishima and bakugou the power of your classic cherry bomb lip gloss.

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I remembered a thought I had these days. how do you think bucky would react to seeing you wearing lip gloss for the first time? I know it's a silly question, but it made me think of all the ways he would be curious to understand it.

strawberry lips

Summary: Bucky sees you applying lipstick one day and becomes completely enamored with the concept.

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

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Bucky knew he was staring too hard, but he just couldn’t peel his eyes away. Normally, he would already be out for the day by the time you woke up, gently peppering a kiss on your forehead before he left. To his delight, he found himself without work for the foreseeable future which meant he would be spending more time with you at home.

Bucky may have lived with you for the past three months, but he never got a front seat view of your morning ritual until today. His eyes watched carefully as you took the wand out of its pink tube and swirled it around your lips. It brought out their shape, making the already gorgeous curvature of them pop even more.

“Baby,” you said, concentration still focused on applying your makeup.

“Yes, doll,” he replied, sitting up further on the bed to get a better view. His eyebrows were furrowed into a look of suspicion almost, trying to figure out what you were doing.

“You’re staring again.”

“I’ve never seen that.”

“What’s ‘that’, babe?”

“The shiny thing on your lips.”

“Bucky, do you mean lipgloss?” you asked, turning from the mirror to look at your boyfriend’s entranced face.

He nodded his head slowly in response, still awaiting an answer. Lipgloss had been around since the 1930s, but it didn’t come into popularity until more recent decades. He was familiar with lipstick, chapstick, and the other million of cosmetic products you’d explained to him, but this one was different. Bucky liked the way it made your lips glow, now set in a more permanent pout. The color brought out your eyes and complimented your features in a soft manner.

“C’mon over here,” you ushered your boyfriend to the vanity alongside you. Scooting over, you assured there was enough room for him to sit.

Curious as a cat, he walked over from the bed and promptly sat next to you, legs pressed together due to the small amount of space on the chair you shared.

“Alright, well this is the wand,” you explained taking it out for him to further inspect. His blue eyes squinted at the stick with intent as he slowly nodded. You had to stifle back the laugh ready to escape your mouth from how serious he was taking this. “I dip it into the tube and just place it on my lips. That’s it.”

“So it’s lipstick?”

“No.”

“But it’s the same thing.”

“They’re similar.”

“I think I’m lost,” he admitted.

You scrambled quickly through your drawers to pull out a vibrant red lipstick. “This,” you announced holding the red tube up, “is made for changing my lip color temporarily. With this on, you can’t see my natural lip color.”

“It’s a very pretty natural lip color.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” you playfully scold. “The lipgloss doesn’t hide my natural lip color, but rather gives it a tint. It also makes them look shiny.”

An expression of understanding settled over Bucky’s face causing him to unknot his eyebrows and make a small ‘oh’ with his mouth. “So that’s what made your lips look different.”

You giggled at your boyfriend and nodded your head. “Yes, baby, the pretty transparent pink liquid makes my lips pop.” Bucky laughed along with you, beaming that his silly question made you laugh.

“Why so curious all of a sudden, Buck?” you question coyly, “want to try it out?”

Suddenly his smile morphed into a bit of a bashful one. “It’s silly,” he murmured as his hand reached to run through his messy bedhead hair. He saw your expectant look and smiled a bit harder. “It’s nothing, doll, really.”

“In that case, I can just never wear it again. If that’s what you really want, since you won’t tell me,” you teased, wiping off the makeup from your lips to add to your kittenish bit.

“I just want to understand you. That’s all, sunshine.”

You give him a look of confusion. Of course he understood you. He knew the way you took your tea at night and had all the books that made you cry memorized. Your boyfriend knew you better than you knew yourself at times it felt like. What’s he on about?

“I told you it was silly.”

“Not to me,” you reassured him lightly, planting a quick kiss along his jawline. “Talk to me, babe.”

“I don’t know. I just. . . I just really want to understand every part of you, you know? It doesn’t seem like enough to just know your favorite color or least favorite movie. There’s a lot of things I don’t get, and I’m okay with that. When it comes to you, though, I just want to get it all. Even if it’s something as silly as lipgloss. I want to understand it because it means something to you.”

“Aww, Buck,” you swooned, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing, “that’s adorable.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he answered, attempting to play off his mushy monologue. You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling hard.

“I have an idea,” you said, finishing off the hug with one quick squeeze before pulling away. You handed him the lipgloss.

“Doll, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t think I want to wear it-”

“No, Buck, put it on me,” you corrected, laughing slightly.

“How?” His face twisted at the rosy tube.

“I trust you,” you encouraged, pouting your lips for him to work.

Bucky wanted to protest but once he saw your enraptured eyes, he didn’t want to say no. Twisting off the tube, he gently took a hold of your face with one of his hands while the other worked at applying the lipstick. His steady metal hand gently swiped the formula across your lips as his flesh one steadied your head. He was like an artist working with an unfamiliar medium, hoping for the best.

“Okay, I think I did it,” he confirmed, pulling away his hand to admire his work. It applied smoothly along your lips.

You turned to face the mirror. He got a little bit of the makeup on the skin near your lips, but you were too proud of him to care too much. “It’s beautiful, Buck.”

“In fairness, I had a beautiful pair of lips to work with.”

You smiled brightly at his compliment before teasingly nudging his shoulder. Leaning in, you planted a loving kiss upon his lips.

“Is that strawberry?” he mumbled against your skin, kissing your lips and jawline, before pulling back up to see your now slightly smudged makeup.

“Good observation, Buck” you winked, ruffling your hands through his floppy chocolate hair.

He leaned in to give you another kiss, this time longer and with a more passionate rhythm. “I’m starting to think strawberry is my new favorite flavor,” he joked as he pulled you in closer to his body.

A/N: Thank you anon for the suggestion! I know this is short, but I wanted to write a little fluff. I’m currently working on a longer story and didn’t want to leave y’all hanging. All likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

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Your First Kiss With Them: Prosecutors Edition

A lovely anon requested first kiss headcanons with both defense lawyers and prosecutors, so I'm just gonna do it in two parts.

Miles Edgeworth

It happens spontaneously with Miles.

You'd gone on a few dates already and he always walks you to your door, like the gentleman he is. When it's time to say goodbye, he lingers for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed. He always flakes in the end, leaving you after an awkward hug and a face that matches the colour of his suit.

One day you're just at his place. It's one of those lazy days when you order takeout and sit at home binging Steel Samurai. A funny scene comes on, something that leaves you both in stitches. It's such a sweet thing, seeing him laugh so earnestly, some colour rising to his face. You lean over and press a kiss to his lips almost instinctively and he freezes for a second and so do you once you realise what you'd done. You apologise awkwardly, fearing you'd crossed a line.

"What are you sorry for? I quite liked that," Miles laughs. "At least one of us has enough courage to act."

Franziska von Karma

Happens in the middle of an argument, most likely. Nothing serious, of course. You're just bickering over something silly and Franziska gets a bit too smug with her comebacks. It annoys you to no end, seeing that smarmy grin on her lovely face. You stand there for a second, feeling an overwhelming urge to-

"Why are you glaring at me like that? Just because I'm right doesn't give you the excuse to act like a f-"

Silence. Cut off by a kiss.

She's completely dumbfounded when you part. It takes her a moment to regain her composure.

"Well," she says eventually. "How foolish of you. Trying to win an argument through such underhanded tactics."

You keep on bickering.

She kisses you not two minutes later when she realises her argument makes no sense and you gain the upper hand.

Diego Armando/Godot

It's the classic scenario with him.

He takes you out for a cup of coffee one rainy afternoon. You sit at the coffee shop for hours, talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. It's dark outside before you even realise it and he offers to walk you home. The conversation keeps flowing on your way to your place and you feel a pang of sadness when it's time to say your goodbyes. You tell him how much you enjoyed your date and he just casually leans in for a kiss that lasts a bit longer than you'd expected. There's no way your neighbours won't gossip about it tomorrow.

Klavier Gavin

He texts you to wear something warm before your date. You're confused but oblige.

Klav shows up on his bike to pick you up and it all makes sense suddenly. "Come on, Schatzi, I'll show you what a real adrenaline rush feels like."

He's true to his word. He drives you around the city, the cool twilight air rushing past you and you feel more alive than ever.

Eventually, he takes you to his favourite spot, a clearing overlooking the entire city. It feels surreal seeing all the city lights intertwine with the stars above. You sit on his bike while he stands in front of you, talking about something or another. It's hard to say who leans in first, but soon enough you're kissing. It's your first kiss together, then the second and third and fourth...

Simon Blackquill

You're just fooling around at his place.

Simon is a massive tease when he drops his twisted persona. He picks little fights and picks on you just to get you worked up. It's a mixture of endearing and annoying.

He puts on some stupid show you're not interested in one bit. Neither is he, but he'd rather tease you about it than change the channel.

"Give me the remote, Simon."

"Come get it, *insert dumb nickname*"

You try and fail spectacularly. It's just play wrestling, but that doesn't change the fact he's twice your size and can pin you down with one-fifth of his weight. Not that you mind.

You're both giggling breathlessly at this point. "Do you yield, miscreant?" He asks in his scariest prosecutor voice. Dumbass. "I yield, I yield! Just let me go!"

"You must pay the toll first," he deadpans, crossing his arms.

"And what is the toll?"

"A kiss, if I recall correctly."

You buy your freedom and he lets you up, handing you the remote and letting you curl up against him on the sofa.

You pay his toll a few more times during the evening.

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

You're very hesitant to kiss Yuti.

He's a monk. You're not even sure it's allowed.

You start wondering if you'd perhaps been misunderstanding your outings. They were clearly dates, you thought, but then again he could merely see them as you acting as his tour guide to introduce him to your culture. You're very torn on the matter.

On your way home from dinner, you pick up some dessert. Nothing fancy, just cupcakes from a local bakery. You eat them at your place while trying to explain the concept of Netflix and chill to him. It's hard to say if he's scandalized or intrigued.

"These are so good! Would you like a taste?" You ask with your mouth full, perhaps overexaggerating your food-induced moaning.

He gives you one of those sweet, gentle looks he's known for. "Certainly," he says, bridging the gap between you, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips. You're confused by his actions but you'd be lying if you said you minded.

"What was that about?"

"Hm? Oh, that was a pick-up line, was it not? I've heard about those. Although I hear that one is usually used with flavoured lipgloss."

"Yuti, I was just offering you some of my cupcakes."

"Oh," he seems a bit embarrassed now. "Do forgive me then."

"I didn't say I minded. But you can't just go around kissing people like that."

"I'll jot that down in my 'How to act like a native' notebook."

Barok van Zieks

(Heavily inspired by my incessant bugging of @bailey-reaper from my main)

It happens during his University days.

Barok approaches you at a gathering, completely red-faced while Klint and Albert snicker within earshot. He asks you to dance with him in the most roundabout way possible, to the point where you're not quite sure what he's asking of you.

You agree and are surprised at how good of a dancer he is in spite of his initial and apparent awkwardness. Must be those long, elegant legs.

He takes you on a stroll after and you end up alone on a balcony. His initial nervous demeanour slowly melts away, although he's still more than a little shy. You chat away and you even get a laugh out of him at some point. It's one of your personal victories.

It's almost midnight when you are interrupted. "Ah, brother, there you are!" Klint van Zieks suddenly joins you on the balcony. His lips curl in a knowing smirk as he turns to greet you. "Mother has sent me to get you aeons ago! I've been looking for you all over. It's time to leave. Say your goodbyes, and be quick." He leaves then, giving you a moment of privacy.

"I-I, hm, I have really enjoyed your company tonight. Thank you for the dance. I fear I must be going now."

"Wait," you say placing your hand on his arm, half expecting him to recoil. He doesn't. You get on your tip-toes and you can still barely reach his face. Thankfully, he's already slouching. You press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips, hoping no one saw you. "Surely, you wouldn't have left me without a kiss goodnight?"

His face is burning now and he swallows. "Pray, forgive the discourtesy. How careless I am. I'll bear it in mind for next time." With that, he turns and leaves you.

Kazuma Asogi

He walks up to you one day right as you're about to head to your next class, looking pensive and excited at once. You know why, you'd heard the news. Kazuma had been selected for the student exchange and you were thrilled for him - no one deserved it more than he did. You just hoped you did a good job of hiding how sad you were to see him leave regardless.

"I can't leave you here without a proper goodbye. Leave your books, come on." He convinces you to skip the rest of your classes and drags you away on an adventure as he calls it.

You spend the day together, joking around, getting food and window shopping. Finally, you settle under the shade of a tree where you usually met up in secret. He babbles away about the law, the British Empire, his plans for the future.

When he runs out of topics to talk about, he goes quiet, dark eyes searching your face. "Do you know why I stole you away today?" Stole? He's so dramatic. You shake your head. "I don't want you to forget me when I'm gone. Remember this day, and me and this." With that, he gently takes your face in his hands and leans in, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. It's so intense, you feel yourself burning under his touch. Tears prickle your eyes when you part. "I hate to so you go," you whisper weakly and he gives you a sad, understanding smile. "I know. I'm so sorry." You pull him into another kiss, lying down on the grass, hidden by the shade of the tree. You're not about to let him forget you either.

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christowhore · 3 years

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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can i make a request with aot girls + hange with a s/o who accidentally forgot about their anniversary?

LMAO YES-

AOT girls (+ Hanji) with a s/o who accidentally forgot about their anniversary

Paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hanji x reader

“Y/n?” She said as you were making breakfast for you two. “Yes love?” You responded back to her, flipping the eggs. “A-are uhm… are you.. mad… at me?” She questioned hesitantly. You chuckled a bit, “Honey what are you talking about? Of course I’m not mad at you why would I be!” You reassure her smiling back at your wife. “Then uh- why haven’t we talked about.. you know our plans yet..?” Mikasa asked you. “Plans?” You stopped moving around the bacon, thinking. “Wait we had plans?” You looked at her over your shoulder confused.

“Y/n.. are you serious?” Your wife looked side to side, and after realizing with a while of you staring that you had not a clue what she was talking about she finally spoke up, “Our anniversary dinner? Where would you like to go tonight?” She explained. “OUR ANNIVERSARY-?!” Almost flipping the pan over on yourself you exclaimed, “ITS TODAY?!” you looked over at her as she gave a small chuckle and crossed her arms. “Yes love, our third anniversary together, As I’m married together,” she giggled at your surprise.

“WAIT WHAT HOLD- HUH- STOP DROP ROLL- WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS TODAY-“ A blush rose upon your face in embarrassment. “Yes love,” Mikasa jokingly rolled her eyes at you coming over to you and kissing you, cupping your cheeks in her hands while staring at your shocked and nervous face. “I SWEAR TO THE WALLS ITS NEXT WEEK-“.

“That’s funny because the walls are no longer standing,” Mikasa remarked, teasing you.

“AHSTUDB TODAYS THE 8TH THOUGH WHAT DO YOU MEAN-“

“Today’s the 15th babe,” she kissed your forehead, ruffling your hair. “Oh- my- god-“

Sunlight shined in your face. Opening your eyes, you flipped over to your other side with a groan, sleepy and still tired. “You should start getting up babe, it’s almost twelve,” You heard your wife’s voice call out to you. “Mghh…. No…” you whined, “just a few more minutes,” the blonde sat at the vanity in front of the bed, she wore a lovely black dress that was a little bit longer than her knees.

Annie swiped on some lipgloss, smacking her lips together. “What are you getting dressed up for?” You asked her. Annie swung around in her chair and gave you a ‘wtf!?’ Look. “What the hell you mean ‘what am I getting ready for?’,” She mocked.

“Well you look really fancy and nice but why are you getting all dressed up? Especially at this day and hour..” you tucked the thick covers near your face, providing you with warmth. “Y/n are you fuckin’ serious,”

“Well yeah I mean I don’t get why you’re so dressed up you only do that on important days-“

“yeah like important days, LIKE OUR ANNIVERSARY!” she shouted and threw a plush bear at you, “Did you seriously forget!?”

“OWW WHAT THE- wait- ANNIVERSARY?!” You jolted up, eyes widened looking at the blonde. “yeah the fukin’ anniversary we have every year since we’ve been married!?” Annie said crossing her arms. “How the hell could you forget!” She scolded.

“NO IT’S THE 6TH TODAY OUR ANNIVERSARY’S THE 11TH’S!”

“DUMBASS IT IS THE 11TH-“ You both just stared at each other. “Oh my Gooddddd” Annie facepalmed. “Whatever I get to decide where we are eating now since you forgot,”

“BABY IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT IT WAS THE 6TH! I LOVE YOU!” You yelled at her as she slammed the door.

Pieck had been going all week. First with the many hours of training, next planning her little cousins birthday party, then having paperwork to sign and do as a person of the nine, and then babysit Friday, and even many more responsibilities she had to do. It was already Wednesday and she was burnt out so you decided this morning to make Pieck some breakfast in bed.

All week she had worked so hard and she deserves a little break, at least for today. ‘Hmm.. I’ll make Pieck an omelet wrap and pancakes, ’ you thought.

Grabbing all the ingredients, you started first making the egg, and adding in the cheese, ham, and cut up greens to the egg mixture. You cooked the omelet just the way she likes it and wrapped it up in a tortilla wrap.

You got started on the pancakes, adding in berries of sorts and flipping them to a golden brown. The day was calm and settling, so peaceful. You poured her a cup of iced coffee from the carton and then placed it on the tray along with the omelet wrap and pancakes.

(BRO I CANT EVEN WRITE COOKING- I SUCK THAT BAD AT IT 😭😭🔫)

You carried it upstairs and placed a little knock on the door before coming in. Your wife still laid asleep in bed, sleeping with her hair all messed up in her face, and her hands to her side. She truly looked like an angel.

“Peck~” you softly called out her name, placing the tray on the bed. “Love~”

Pieck moaned, exhaustingly. You softly pet the hair out of her face before waking her up with kisses. “Wake up dear,” you giggled as she tried moving her head away from your kissing parade. Your wife finally opened her eyes and stared at you. “Good morning baby~” you smiled at her, kissing her on the forehead. “Mmm… good morning..”

“Here you go love,” you handed her the tray full of food as she sat up. She smiled and giggled a bit wiping her eyes, adjusting to the light.

“That’s a sweet anniversary gift ,” she smiled before kissing your cheek. You smiled back at her only to just realize what she said, “wait, anniversary?”

She looked at you as she was placing a bit of the pancakes in her mouth, “huh? Yeah dear our anniversary, you remembered.. right?.. that’s why you made me breakfast?” She looked a bit confused. A blush or embarrassment rose up on your face, “WAIT ITS OUR ANNIVERSARY?!” You were shocked, looking at Pieck like you’d just seen a ghost. “Uh, yeah love hehe,” she chuckled, “you forgot?”

“NO NO I DIDNT FORGET I UHM- I-“

“It’s okay love,” Pieck giggled at your sight, “I almost forgot it myself! This weeks been way to busy,” she sighed. “PIECK BABY I AM SO SORRY I SWEAR TO YOU ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I PROMISE-“

“Love it’s okay!” Your wife laughed, “gosh I’m just happy we made it to three years,” she said jokingly. “I’m sorry really,” your eyes turned sad, “I thought today was the ninth I didn’t know it was the thirteenth,”

“It’s alright love, you can make it up to me by helping me finish this breakfast though!”

“HELLLOOOO MY (princess/prince/Royal)!” Your partner barged into your shared room, swinging open the curtains and blinds, making light come in through. “Ugh…. Hanji..” you groaned, “get the light out of my face…” you whined. “NO WAY!” She said, rummaging through your both’s closet. They then pulled out a lovely black dress. It had a glimmered diamond belt across the waist and a diamond rose at the belt.

(If you’re a male or don’t wear this type stuff, hanji pulled out a brown blazer that matches with their own, and an elegant watch with a chain necklace to go with it, along with the black pants and a black turtle neck to go under)

“Hanji… what are you doing..” you said, irradiated by all the noise. “Wake up! We are going to have the time of our lives out in town today!” She said, “Cant we do that tommorow…” you whined.

“UH- OH HELL NO- ITS OUR ANNIVERSARY AND WE’RE GOING IN TOWN!”

“Wait what-“ you said.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Hanji questioned. You sat up straight in bed, “IT’S TODAY!?” you grabbed your phone scrambled to see the date, “May 24th” it read. “HUH!?”

“Y/N YOU FORGOT!?”

“I THOUGHT- I-“ you stood there in silence, questioning your existence (LMAO ME)

Your partner laughed at you, “HAHAHAHAH Y/N YOUR FACE, OH MY WALLS THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER- HOW DID YOU FORGET AHHAHAHA,” The maniac laughed.

“But I-“

“HAHAHAHA ITS ALRIGHT BUBBABES WE’E JUST PARTYING TODAY,”

They cupped your cheeks that were bright red from embarrassment, looking you in the eye and smirking with a wink,

“But we’ll do more than party tonight,”

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bullshxtvixen · 4 years

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On Mute

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Request: This is me making the request for sucking Kenma while he streams. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED IT! - @queenktbigal

Word count: 3.2k (oops)

Warnings: 18+, Softdom!Kenma, Bondage, Spanking, Finger fucking.

Song: Gravity by John Mayer

A/n: Thank you to @kiribakuho and @egghoe-waffle for reading this over for me, and to everyone in the karasuhoe discord server for thirsting over this idea with me, i hope i did it justice!!

You can find the sequel to this fic here

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“Kenmaaaaa.”

Standing in the doorway of your boyfriend's gaming room in nothing but one of his old volleyball shirts and a thin pair of underwear, you looked at the back of the brunette’s head with a pout. He’d spent the last 2 hours streaming with the boys and you were desperate for some attention.

Pulling his headset back slightly to free up an ear, he mumbled to the guys about hopping off for a second before he turned to you, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. You watched his eyes widen slightly as he took in your bare thighs and his old shirt loosely clinging to your form -even though he no longer played, he still got a thrill out of seeing you wearing his number. He shuffled in his seat, tempted to reach out and slip the shirt off of you.

His eyes lingered on your thighs a moment longer, his tongue darting out to coat his bottom lip before his golden eyes met yours. A smirk forms on your lips at the blush covering his cheeks.

“I-I’ll be done after this game, I promise, bunny.” He turned back to the game, repositioning his headset. He needed to finish the game but his mind was already distract by thought of his fingers running up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

Your smirk disappeared.

You were well aware that ‘After this game’ could mean anywhere from another 20 minutes to an hour, and you were too needy for that. You needed to feel his hands on you.

You watched him a moment longer before a thought occurred to you. Let’s see if he can concentrate after this. Peering over his shoulder, you checked to make sure that he was only streaming via audio before shimmying your underwear down your legs and kicking them to the side. His shirt fell just below your butt so you were still covered.

Without bringing too much attention to yourself, you crept over to the side of his gaming chair before sinking to your knees. He was so engrossed in the game and mumbling commands under his breath that he didn’t notice you until you began to slowly turn his chair towards you, and even then his eyes never left the monitor in front of him. It wasn’t unusual for you to climb into his lap when he was gaming so he didn’t think anything of it.

However, his head did snap in your direction, when he felt your fingers tug on the waistband of his sweatpants, “what are y-oh” it was too late for his hand that was reaching out to stop you. His cock was already released from it’s confines with your hand wrapped firmly around it, gently stroking his shaft. He immediately became hard under your touch and knowing that you had that effect on him had desire pooling in your stomach.

You subtly rubbed your thighs together to create some friction.

Covering his mic with one hand, his free hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, halting your movements. “What are you doing, bunny?!” He hissed, though you felt his cock twitch in your hand. He was getting turned on just as much as you.

You shot him a wicked smile before stroking your thumb over the tip on his cock, a move you knew would drive him wild.

His reaction was immediate, his hips bucked up into your hand as he bit back the moan that was threatening to leave his throat.

‘I want to suck your cock’ you mouthed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the head of his now leaking member.

Kenma knew he should’ve pushed you away, or at least quit the game and carried you to the bedroom so he could take you there, but the sight of you pulling back from his cock with his precum coating your lips as if it were lipgloss, had all sense of reason flying out of his brain.

If that’s how you wanted to play, then so be it.

“Give me a sec, guys.” He mumbled into his mic as he uncovered it before hitting the mute button. Releasing your wrist from his grasp, he reached for your chin, his soft fingers tilting your head so you could meet his eyes. Desire swirled in them, causing your body to heat up under his gaze.

His usual laid back demeanor had gone and was now replaced with hunger. He wanted you, and the look alone told you his was going to have you begging for him.

He leaned forward so that his face was hovering just above yours, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. His warm breath ghosted over your lips, sending another shiver down your spine as his scent wrapped around you.

“You want to suck my cock, bunny?” His thumb swiping across your bottom lip before giving it a gentle tug. You nodded, giving his cock a gentle squeeze to convey your need for him. He leant back, a small smirk falling on his lips.

“Then suck it,” he held up a finger before you could move an inch, “but I’m going to finish this game and unmute the mic while you do it.”

You tensed. While the thought of sucking him off when there was a risk of people overhearing turned you on, you couldn’t help but still be a little apprehensive about it. Looking at Kenma, you could see that he thought he’d won as a smug smile settled on his features. He didn’t think for a second you’d go through with it.

Reaching over his desk, you pressed the unmute button so that the light switched from red to green, meaning that the mic was back on. “Game on.” You whispered.

Then your hot tongue was on his cock, licking a slip up his thick shaft before taking the tip into your mouth. He had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning as your tongue danced around his tip, licking up the precum that was still collecting there. God, he did he taste good. There was no way you’d ever get bored of the way he tasted.

Turning his head back to the game, he managed to keep his voice level as he let the other players know that he was back in.

That just wouldn’t do. You wanted to see him writhe under your touch.

Hollowing your cheeks you began to take more of him into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around him as you did. You loved how big his cock was, even as it hit the back of your throat and caused you to gag, you only continued to suck harder.

Your free hand gripped his thigh as your head continued to bob up and down his length, your hand working what you couldn’t fit passed your lips. Meeting his eyes, he mouthed ‘all of it.’ before giving a gentle thrust of his hips and turning back to the game. As he hit the back of your throat once again, you felt your throat protest. Pulling away for air, you felt his hand reach down to fist in the back of your hair, preventing you from taking his cock all the way out of your mouth.

You moaned around what was left between your lips, the vibrations almost causing him to spill into your mouth right there. Fuck, did you feel good, he should’ve known his third favourite hole of yours would be able to work him well enough to have him ready to cum in minutes. He wasn’t going to let you have that satisfaction though.

Even still, that mouth of yours knew exactly how to work his cock and he was having a hard time remembering how to breath properly, let alone concentrate on the game in front of him.

“You good, Kenma?” Kuroo’s voice came through the headset.

“Y-yeah, just having some issues...with my controls.” He said, his voice higher than he’d meant it to be as your mouth made a sinful sound around him.

“You sure, I thought I heard a weird noise…”

“It’s nothing!” He said quickly, too quickly. He hoped they didn’t press any further. He held his breath for a few seconds, but if Kuroo and the rest of the party suspected anything, they didn’t voice it. He let out a shaky breath.

Good. He didn’t actually want them to hear the lewd sounds your mouth was making as you took his cock down your throat. Those sounds belonged to him and only him.

He loosened his grip on your hair but you continued to take him further as your throat relaxed around his length, your nose now hitting the spatter of dark pubic hairs at the base of his cock. When you hummed around him and brought your fingers up to gently massage his balls, his whole body seemed to convulse under your touch.

Shaking his head, he tried to focus back on the game, his grip on the mouse a little tighter. His eyes followed his player on the screen when he spotted movement in the corner of the screen.

“Sniper, to the r—” He heard Kuroo -or maybe it was Shoyo, he couldn’t tell anymore, his mind was hazy with lust- call out, but it was too late. It was game over.

Throwing his headset onto the desk, he turned to you, his eyes burning into yours. You felt your walls clench between your thighs, your arousal beginning to leak out of you.

“Up, now.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up in front of him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Bunny, that mouth of yours...it’s sinful.” His voice was low as his hand reached out to caress your inner thigh, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I couldn’t even concentrate on the game, I just wanted to watch you taking me between those beautiful lips.” Up and up his fingers went, “but now, now I want to see myself disappearing into the ones between your hips.” His fingers reached the apex of your thighs and he groaned.

“You’re not wearing any underwear, Bunny. Did you plan this?” He already knew the answer. You could only moan as he slipped two fingers in you, his thumb beginning to make tight circles on your throbbing clit.

“You’re already dripping and i’ve hardly touched you,” his fingers picked up their pace inside you as the knot in your stomach began to tighten, “always so ready for me like the good girl you are. Even if I couldn’t feel how wet for me you are, I’d be able to tell from those sounds your pussy is making around my fingers.”

You could only whimper at his words and grasp onto his shoulders as he curled and scissored his fingers, stretching your walls in the most intoxicating way. Your legs began to tremble as his other hand shot out and gave you a firm smack on your ass.

“Put your foot up here, bunny.” his fingers continued to work inside you as you placed your foot on his chair next to his leg. Your head fell back as he was now able to slide another finger inside you and reach even deeper than before, brushing against your sweet spot with every movement of his wrist.

“Fu-, Kenma, fuck. Oh god.” Your words were failing you as he continued to pump his fingers inside of you, his palm now pressing against your clit as your fingers dug into his shoulders. He groaned at the feeling, dipping his head down to kiss your inner thigh. You were his and only he could ever make you feel this good, you both knew it.

“I want you to cum on my fingers, now.” Then his teeth were nipping at your inner thigh as he pressed his fingers against your g spot. Kenma watched as your orgasm consumed you, your hanging out the side of your mouth and your eyes closed as the ecstasy ran though your body.

His cock was throbbing unbearably now, his hand reaching down to stroke himself as he felt your walls continue to clench around his fingers that were still moving inside you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he could. He wasn’t done with you just yet.

Before you had a chance to come down from your orgasm, he was removing his digits from your greedy cunt, your juices coating his hand. Your eyes were heavy as you watched him bring the hand to his mouth so that he could lap at your juices.

“You taste amazing, bunny,” he licked some more of your release off his fingers as you brought your foot back down to the ground, your legs unsteady, “no one else will ever get to taste you, you’re all mine.” You were his, you always had been, you both knew it.

“All yours, Kenma. Forever.” you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into it, pressing a kiss to your wrist. His heart swelled at your words, he’d never wanted you more than he did right now.

“Turn around for me, hands behind your back.” You hesitated for a second, searching his eyes for any hint of what he had planned. Unable to find anything you turned and did as he said. You heard shuffling before you felt something being tied around your wrists, securing them in place behind your back.

“Wha-”

Before you could ask what he’d used to tie your wrists, you were spun around and pulled into Kenma’s lap, a knee falling on either side of his thighs. His hands reached out to steady you as you were unable to use your hands to stop you from falling.

His face was just inches from yours. You could see your breath moving the hairs that fell on his forehead, pushing them out of his eyes as they peered up at your disheveled state. His hand came up to brush some of your own hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, bringing you even closer to him.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me, Bunny?” then warm lips were on your throat as his hands slipped beneath his shirt you were wearing, trailing his fingers over your stomach and under your breasts before settling on your thighs. You shivered under his touch, your arousal beginning to coil in your stomach again. You whimpered as you pulled at your restraints -that you now realised must’ve been some kind of spare cord from his computer- wanting to touch him.

You could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, your juices coating his tip so that he’d be able to slip inside you so easily.

“Please, Kenma. I-I need you.” You grind down onto him, needing him to fill you.

He let out a groan, his hips coming up to meet yours so that just the head of cock was inside you. He was teasing you, finally getting his own back for how you’d snuck up on him earlier. You tried desperately to sink down onto him but his grip on your hips stopped you. It was driving you mad.

Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, there was no one who could drive you crazy like him and he knew it.

Removing a hand from your hip, he reached around your back before grabbing a fist full of your hair and giving it yank, making your head fall back so that your throat was exposed to him.

You yelped at the pain but it was quickly forgotten as Kenma used your vulnerable state to press a kiss to each of your collar bones, before licking a hot path up the hollow of your throat. You shivered at the feel of his tongue on your skin.

Then he was wrapping his free arm around your back and easing you down into his cock, your jaw hanging loose as he finally filled you in the most delicious way.

“Good girl, take it for me.” And you did. He didn’t give you anytime to get accused to his length before his hands were back on your hips and he was guiding you up and down on his hardened shaft.

The feel of him stretching you had your head swimming as you braced your forehead on his shoulder and began to match his pace. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave marks, but you didn’t care, you craved his hands on you.

Your moans filled the room as you felt another orgasm building. His lips latched onto your neck as he angled his hips to a new position that allowed his cock to hit a spot inside you as stars danced across your vision.

“Kenma, I’m close, I’m so close, please.”

He knew you were, he could feel your walls beginning to clamp around him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer either.

His thrusts became sloppy as a thin sheen of sweat coated the both of you. His hand grasped your chin and pulled your face to his, needing to feel your lips on his. Your breaths mingled as your stomach tightened once again.

“Cum for me, bunny. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” he whispered against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, stilling your movements. He picked up his pace, giving a few more hard thrust inside your sopping pussy, feeling your body seize up in his hold as another orgasm ripped through you.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.” was all you could say as you were lost to the ecstasy that flowed through your body. It had your eyes squeezing shut and your toes curling as you rode it out.

Kenma followed not long after, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as his warm cum coated your walls. His breathing was heavy as you sank into his chest, his now limp cock falling out of you.

You felt empty for a second before warm lips were placed on your forehead, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your sweaty forehead. He reached around and removed the makeshift restraint from your wrists, placing a soft kiss to the raw skin on each one.

“That was...” you started, unable to find the words.

“Mind blowing?” He muttered into your hair, his voice sleepy. He shifted you in his arms, picking you so he could carry you to the bedroom.

You peaked up at him through your lashes and he gave you one of his private smiles. It made your heart squeeze. He shared so much of himself with you that no one else got to see and it made you unbelievably happy.

Sighing with content, you looked over his shoulder at where he’d just fucked you and you froze in his grasp.

“Um, Kenma...”

He stopped in the doorway. “What is it, bunny?”

You could only nod your head towards the gaming set up and the bright green mute button that you knew should’ve been red if it was on mute.

He turned his head to see what you were referring to. When he realised what you meant, his whole body tensed.

“Oh fuck.”

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Yeah, so i got a little bit carried away with this request and i’m not sorry. I can’t even begin to describe how much fun i had writing this. I live for soft dom Kenma!! - Vixen

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #nekoma #kenma #hq #my writing #mine #vixenwrites #haiykuu #vixenscribbles #hq peepee

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Child’s Play

Summary: Steve is falling fast for a girl that he’s only been on a few dates with (I suck at descriptions🤦🏻‍♀️)

Word Count: 1968

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none

AN: GIF is not my own, credit to original creator

“All I’m saying is that you should really consider bringing that uniform back.” She nodded, wiping her fingers delicately on her napkin. Steve cocked an eyebrow, trying not to smile too broadly. “It did wonders for you.”

Steve lowered his eyes, heat creeping onto his face. It was a good embarrassment, though. He couldn’t remember when he last laughed so hard. Even if it was at himself. He had to agree the things he did once were a little cheesy.

“You we’re supposed to pay attention to the message. The videos had a message.” He scolded lightly, dipping a fry in his ketchup. YN scoffed, stealing two fries from the plate and dunking them in her milkshake. Steve scrunched his nose in distaste.

“I was in high school, dude. And you were hot, what was I supposed to do?” She grinned as his cheeks shifted from a shade of pink to a deeper shade of maroon. “It was detention and I was bored. I had to think of something or I’d lose my mind.”

Steve tried not too think too hard about the age difference. It jarred him to take into consideration she watched the stupid patriotic videos he had to film in her high school days. He focused mainly on the present age gap of only a few years. Not the seventy year gap.

“Okay, if I see one more fry go into that milkshake, I’ll flip this table.” Steve threatened, eyeing the drink suspiciously. YN laughed, a bright giggly sound Steve had come to enjoy.

This would be their fourth date. He had the idea to take her to an old diner he’d stumbled upon. Mainly because it had been around in his day- the coffee was still outrageously disgusting. He wasn’t sure how they’d managed to keep the same flavor the whole time but the moment it touched his tongue, Steve was thrown back into his youth.

“Just try it.�� She demanded, shoving her glass across the table. He lifted his eyebrows, glancing between her and the chocolate milkshake.

“Absolutely not. The fries get soggy in there- I know they do.” He explained, observing as she rolled her eyes. Slumping back into the booth in playful defeat. “You enjoy that?”

“Uh, yeah. Get with it, gramps.” She dusted her hands off, placing her phone and wallet on the table. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom really quick- watch my stuff?”

“Yeah- of course.” Steve watched her as she stood, pulling at her shirt before starting towards the bathroom. He then turned his attention to their mostly finished plates, stacking them neatly to one side of the table.

Just as he went to catch a waitresses attention, he looked around. They were the only two customers remaining. Steve felt the guilt immediately, seeing the women cleaning around their table. They had been so distracted he had forgotten time could pass. He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. They had been at the restaurant for way too long.

YN emerged from the restroom just at the same moment he stood to approach the register. She noticed he had taken her things, tucked in his jeans pocket. So she found her way to his side, curling her arm around his and hugging it to her chest.

He finished paying, apologized several times to the wait staff for taking the booth for so long. She had brushed it off, telling him it had been a pleasure to serve Captain America himself. Steve still felt guilty, leaving a very large tip for her.

“Ready?” He asked, turning to face YN. She gave an enthusiastic nod, clinging to him as they walked to the door. He pushed it open, holding it for her.

“It’s so late- I don’t think we’ll ever catch a cab.” YN checked her phone, the time shining up at her.

“I’ll walk you home. It’s not that far, if you’re up for it?” He offered. Steve watched as she frowned at the device in her palm, the streetlight gleaming down onto her hair. Giving her face an ethereal glow, eyes sparkling. Her lipgloss was incredibly distracting- shimmering and glittering under the lights.

“Steve?” She asked. He jolted, breaking his stare as he realized he had been zoned out while she was speaking. The heat crept back into his cheeks; He never seemed to get rid of it around her. It was always lurking under his skin, readily revealing itself at any moment.

“What?” She laughed.

“I said that I’d take that escort home, if it doesn’t put you out of your way.” She repeated. Steve shook his head immediately.

“You’re never out of my way, sweetheart.” In truth, her apartment was seventeen blocks to the east of the diner. The Tower was nineteen from the diner, to the north. Steve would’ve done pretty much anything to keep her with him longer, even walk the entire length. Carry her if she wanted.

“I just don’t want to keep you.” Her hand found his forearm again, slithering down to his hand. Her fingers twined with his and he squeezed her hand gently. “You had mentioned that you had to get up early tomorrow. I don’t want to make you late.”

“It’s just some work. Nothing drastic. Can’t leave until I get there anyways.” He assured her, their sides bumping together as their strides evened out. It was practically true- it was work and it wasn’t drastic. He had to leave early for a stake out mission with Natasha. She would eventually forgive him, if not immediately. “I might be gone for a couple weeks… I’m not sure how long it will take.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged, swinging their arms between their bodies. “Just means our next date can be even better, cause we’ll be really excited to see each other.” Steve smiled, his free hand finding his front pocket. He was always excited to see her.

They fell silent for a moment- something that didn’t happen often. YN was a regular chatterbox when she was excited. And as far as Steve could tell, she was always excited to be around him. He didn’t mind, he loved hearing her voice. Liked listening to her. Telling him fun facts, stories, asking questions, going off on tangents. It was always amusing, watching her face go through several ranges of emotions during her stories. Hands gesturing vibrantly.

“So you’re gonna let me hang around for another date?” Steve asked, risking a glance to her. A light smile on shining lips.

“I may.” She nodded. “Depends.”

“On?” Steve pressed, nudging her with his elbow. YN pursed her lips, feigning concentration with her eyes rolling to the side.

“Well, if I finally get a good night kiss I might let you stick around.” She teased. Steve chuckled, shaking his head. He’d wanted to kiss her the first night, but didn’t want to scare her away. He was still unsure on twenty first century mannerisms, caught in between the centuries. Wanting to move into the current for her, but clinging onto the values instilled in him growing up. Remembering the awkward dates he had with girls. How he never really knew what to do.

But now that she had mentioned it, Steve figured it would be safe to push his luck.

Suddenly, YN gasped and yanked his hand- jeering off course. His feet hit grass as she released his hand. Steve looked up, seeing a playground laid out before them.

“What are you doing?” He followed her at a slower pace, watching as she leapt up. Hands catching on a set of horizontal bars. She twisted upward, hanging down by her knees.

“What- you’ve never played on a playground at midnight before?” She demanded, pushing her shirt back down. Steve laughed, standing in front of her, hands on his hips.

“Not that I can remember.” She released her hold on her shirt, hands reaching out to him. The fabric fell back down, bunching around her chest. A snippet of her dark red bra peeking over the edge. Steve snatched the end and shoved it back upward, covering her torso. “You’re gonna get hurt, YN.”

“Not if I have a superhero boyfriend here to save me.” She argued, leaning back up to take the bars. “Come on, Stevie- let loose for a while.”

He sighed, meeting her eyes as she turned herself right side up. Dangling by her hands. She gave him a pout, eyes twinkling in the park lights.

Steve stepped to her left, tucking his loose t shirt into his belt. Ensuring his hands were clasped tightly around the metal bars before pulling himself up and hanging beside her.

“There you go, now- pull your feet up and hook your knees around a bar and you can hang.” She instructed, then quickly giving him a visual reenactment. He picked it up easily, releasing his grip and turning his body upside down to hang beside hers. “You’re doing it!”

YN wiggled her body happily, figure swinging wildly. Steve reached out, hands on her waist to steady her, worried she would tilt or lose her grip.

“Take it easy, YN.” He squeezed her hips as she laughed. “I don’t think a date should end with an emergency room visit.”

“Then you definitely haven’t been on a really good date.”

“Should I be worried about that statement?”

“I wouldn’t think about it too hard.”

“Oh, for sure.” He smiled, feeling the blood begin to rush to his head. His face felt tingly as he hung beside her, pins and needles pricking at his skin. “We should probably start back, it’s getting late-“

Steve felt her hands grasp his shirt, pulling him closer. YN’s lips brushed against his before planting firmly. He grunted in surprise, hands clasped to his chest, between hers. She moved her lips slowly, gently. He could taste her lip gloss- mix of cherry and vanilla flooding his system with error messages. Brain flashing a ‘vacant’ sign before his consciousness.

“I don’t know if you’re a really good kisser or if all my blood rushed to my head but I’m really lightheaded.” She murmured, not even allowing him to go far as she spoke, lips still touching.

His wide blue eyes stared gleefully into hers, swinging himself down to his feet. Reaching to help her back to the ground next. YN huffed, readjusting her shirt before leaning to pick up her phone that had slid from her pocket whilst upside down.

“Y’know, I think my research isn’t complete yet- still not sure which caused the lightheadedness.” She pressed a finger to her lips, the gloss smudged down her chin. Steve narrowed his eyes at her grin.

“Now you’re just trying to get me to kiss you.” He clarified, able to see through her actions easily. She shrugged, as if to say ‘you caught me!’

“Only if it’s working.”

Steve chuckled, one hand grasping the back of her neck while the other found a place on her waist. Pulling her body to his. She stumbled forward, colliding with his chest as he angled her mouth up to his. Leaning down to meet her height. He pressed them together, cradling her body. His fingers tangled in her hair. YN’s fingers curled into his shirt, finding purchase in the fabric. He felt her lips curl upward in a smile, still pressed to his.

He pulled back, keeping his eyes on her face as he did. A happy, dazed smile on her features- eyes crinkled in the corners. Her fingers drummed against his chest in time with his heartbeat as she ripped herself away. Breaking into a full sprint across the grassy playground.

“Race you to the swings!” She shouted over her shoulder, feet pounding the ground.

Steve chuckled. For once, he didn’t feel the need to be an adult, to be the mature, responsible one. He could turn everything off- even if only for a few minutes. Even if it was something as simple as sprinting across a playground with a girl that was slowly changing his life and perspective. He decided he liked that feeling.

“You asked for it, sweetheart!”

#Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female reader

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biancadjarin · 2 years

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Head Over (Chanel) Heels pt. 2

chapter one chapter two chapter three

EM x spoiled!reader (self insert y/n)

It’s been a few days since Eddie’s private guitar lesson in your room became… something else. Of course you didn’t let it go very far because well you’re you and you don’t let just anyone have you that easily. You had made an excuse to leave the privacy of your room, saying something like “a hostess can’t disappear from her own party.” Eddie laughed and followed you back downstairs, “ok princess, but just so you know-” he turned you to face him at the top of the stairs, before everyone’s eyes would be back on you, “this isn’t over.” He’d said softly, his pointer finger gesturing to the space between you two.

You’ve been thinking about Eddie everyday since. Absentmindedly humming the songs he played on your dad’s guitar. You stare down at your plate of fries and push them around as you sit in the booth of the local 50’s themed diner with your three brainless friends. You haven’t contributed to the conversation for a few minutes, distracted instead replaying in your mind the moment in your room when Eddie pulled you to sit in his lap. His heavy rings nipping coldly as they skimmed across your skin. The way his chest felt against your back when he laughed, the way his lips latched to your neck in that spot that makes your eyes roll back. The way he didn’t rush or pressure you into anything, just explored and got familiar with your body like he was committing it all to memory.

“Y/n? Hellooo? Are you even listening?” “Yeah.. m’just thinking about school.” you say, popping a fry in your mouth. Your excuse works and they move on to some other pointless topic. You are worried about senior year starting, a few days away. But then you remember the thought you’ve been trying to push away for the last couple days: Eddie goes to Hawkins High. I go to St. Catherine’s private school outside of town. He probably has plenty of girls to distract him at his school. He probably hasn’t even thought about me since my party. Why would he?

“I swear dude, we went up to her room and…” “And what?” Steve asks Eddie, a bit agitated but trying to hide it in his voice, hand gripping the steering wheel tighter as his eyes narrow. Eddie’s eyes soften as he stares ahead, remembering you that night, his mouth curving into a crooked grin. “We were talking and… she kissed me.” Steve couldn’t believe his ears. You, his best friend, the princess who lives next door kissed Eddie?? You barely let guys even hug you and after one night you’re having a secret rendez vous with Hawkin’s number one freak? Why hadn’t you told him? You’ve hung out everyday since your party. “There’s no way man. Y/n is like a total prissy prude.” Steve laughed, hand waving around for emphasis. Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know man, she seemed pretty into me.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at Steve. “I’ve never seen her go out with a guy with.. your style.” Eddie looked at Steve with a grin “Well maybe you don’t know her as well as you think you do, big boy.” he says, giving Steve’s shoulder a playful soft punch as they pull into the gravel parking lot.

The jingle of the bells above the diner door pulls your attention up from your fries. The world felt like it went into slow motion while your heart began to beat faster than you think it ever has. Eddie and Steve walked in, standing at the podium waiting to be sat. You slump down in the booth on reflex and push your plate away from you, knocking over your friends shake. “Shit y/n!” She yells. You ignore her and watch as they’re led by the hostess to sit on the shiny red vinyl covered stools at the counter. “What is going on with you?” Your friend snaps. You shush her and waive your hand, motioning for them all to shut up. They roll their eyes and do as they’re told. Sitting up, you grab the shiny metal napkin holder from the end of the table and use it as a mirror to apply fresh lipgloss. You take a deep breath, smooth down your hair and pull the tank top under your matching cardigan down to reveal more cleavage. Thank God I wore a cute outfit today. “How do I look?” You ask your three friends as their eyes stare at you in confusion. “Hot.” they all say in unison. You nod and say “Stay here.” as you stand and approach the two boys.

Steve and Eddie are staring into their menus as you walk up behind them and let out a soft “Hi.” They both spin around in their seats, “oh hey you!” Steve smiles as he leans forward and pulls you into a hug. Your eyes meet Eddie’s and that familiar tingley feeling returns to your tummy. “You uh.. remember Eddie.” Steve says dryly as he releases you, one hand still on your lower back. “Of course! Hi Eddie.” You say, stepping away from Steve to stand in between Eddie’s spread thighs, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug. You hug him longer than you hugged Steve and Eddie’s eyes go wide as he looks at Steve, one hand leaving your waist to point in the air at you as he mouths “see?”. Steve rolls his eyes with a nod. “How are you doing princess?” Eddie asks you with a wide smile. You stand close to him, his hands rest on your waist, thumbs finding the sliver of skin between your top and your jeans. “So good.. actually do you think I could talk to you?” Your eyes flit to Steve’s. “In private?” Eddie begins to nod but Steve cuts him off. “Actually can we talk for a second in private?” He asks you. You furrow your brow at him, but he grabs your wrist and leads you to an empty booth.

“What the hell y/n? You and Eddie? Why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t know.. I don’t tell you everything that happens in my life Steve.” He scoffs “Uh yeah I know but this feels kind of important. I mean I introduced you guys.” “Well actually no you didn’t. You brought him to my party without asking and I met him by myself.” “Well clearly that worked out.” You sneak a look over Steve’s shoulder back at Eddie, just as he’s taking a big bite of cheeseburger. “Why do you care?” You ask Steve. “I don’t! I just… I don’t know, I thought we were close. Me and you. And… I just didn’t think you kept secrets from me.” Steve sounded genuinely hurt and normally his puppy dog eyes looking at you like this would make you melt but you’re too distracted. You just want to get back to Eddie. “Look, I’m sorry that you feel like I kept it from you but I figured Eddie would tell you anyway. And he did so no big deal right?” Steve shook his head, giving you a tight lipped fake smile. “Right.” “Good” you smiled. “Now do me a big favor and sit here while I talk to Eddie. I’ll tell the waitress to bring your burger over here.” You get up without waiting for a response and walk back over to Eddie, sitting down softly on the stool next to him.

“Is everything ok?” Eddie asks you, eyes soft with worry as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, burger already gone. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Steve’s just a little dramatic sometimes.” you say with a laugh. Eddie nods in agreement glancing over at his friend. “I’m glad I came to this silly diner.” he says reaching a hand out to rest on your knee. “Me too. How’ve you been since..?” Eddie smiles wide, “I’ve been good I’ve been… thinking about you a lot.” he says, big brown eyes focusing on yours so intensely you feel lightheaded. “Was going to ask Steve for your number so I could call you and take you out. But now I can do that in person.” He slides forward on the spinny stool, gliding his hands up your thighs to turn your body towards his. Goosebumps erupt under your jeans and you feel your face warm at his familiar touch. “Where does the princess of Hawkins want to go?” Anywhere. As long as I’m with you. All your favorite restaurants fly around your mind. White tablecloths, napkins that match your pants, wine sommeliers and black pepper grinders, tiny candles and long stemmed flowers on the tables. But as you look at the cute metal head in front of you, you know he’d be out of place there. And he probably couldn’t afford a $250 dinner. And for the first time, that doesn’t matter to you. “Why don’t we go see a movie?” you say as you grab the waitress’s notepad and pen she left on the counter. You scribble your number down and bring the paper up to leave a pink sticky kiss mark on it. Eddie watches you, grip on your thighs tightening. “Y-yeah. Whatever you want baby. My treat. All the candy and popcorn you can eat too!” He says smiling wide. You slide the note over to him.

“Y/n! We’re done here, Steve’s already tried to ask each of us out and it’s getting kind of sad.” Your friends voice growing louder as they all click their heels on the tile towards you. One of them pulls your sleeve as she gives Eddie a disgusted look. He smiles politely back at her. “Yeah yeah we’re going.” you say as they head to the door, bell jingling again. “Tomorrow night?” Eddie nods, a hand coming up to hold your cheek. His eyes drop to your lips and he pulls you into a gentle yet deep kiss, his tongue moving between your parted lips and massaging yours. His lips are so soft and his tongue is even softer, even if he tastes like cheeseburger and cherry coke, this is the best kiss you’ve ever had. He leans back, eyes still closed for a second before looking back to yours, “Until tomorrow princess.”

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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doing their s/o’s makeup

featuring: third gym squad (aka kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi)

kuroo

catches you trying to follow along with a makeup tutorial

would definitely be the one to say, “you don’t need all that makeup, babe.”

but insists on helping you anyway

“c’mon kitten, please? i’ve seen you do this, like, a million times.”

you let him do it under conditions that if he does a good job, he gets something and vice versa if he doesn’t

he starts with primer (even though you told him you had already put some on)

he puts on a little more, enjoying rubbing his hands over your face

“you have such nice skin. and i love squishing these cute cheeks.”

he’s very gentle when dabbing the foundation/concealer on your face with the sponge but also very careful to make sure it’s all blended in

he skips right to eyeshadow after that, telling you to close your eyes

definitely takes any chance he can get to kiss you while your eyes are closed

“okay. okay. i’m sorry, beautiful. i’m actually going to do it now.”

becomes very attentive to what the girl is doing in the video and then basically acts like he has his very own youtube channel, saying what he’s doing out loud

“okay so now we take this fluffy brush, and i guess i’ll blend this into your crease.”

“it’s crazy that people are do this for a living. i feel like i could do this.”

he ends up skipping a lot of the steps because he feels “you don’t need all of it”

you tell him that it’s all a part of the process but he’s like, “okay but i’m the one doing your makeup.”

next time you’re doing his makeup and it’s going to be the whole nine

“no, you’re not coming anywhere near me with makeup. except maybe for that one fruity lipgloss that you like...where is that, by the way? no, i just wanna smell it..and maybe taste it.”

doesn’t do your mascara because he doesn’t want to accidentally stab your eye so he leaves that alone

moves down to your lips and of course he goes for a red lipstick

has you close your eyes and pucker your lips (so he can kiss them again)

you humor him but then tell him to just put the lipstick on

this is definitely his favorite part because the colors adds emphasis to your already beautiful lips; he can’t look away

holds your chin as he carefully applies it

“okay now rub your lips together a bit. there we go.”

cleans up any places where it got messy with his thumb

“okay baby, you can look now”

he’s actually done a pretty decent job, despite skipping a lot of steps

“i did pretty good, right? right? i think you look great”

you eventually admit that he did good and ask him what he wants

“thank you, sweetheart. now let me mess up that lipstick..”

bokuto

goes absolutely crazy with everything

but he loves the idea nonetheless

declines to watch a makeup tutorial to follow along with and claims he knows what he’s doing

so you lay out some stuff for him to pick from and it becomes an amusing game to watch him try to figure out where to start

“no don’t tell me, babe. i’ve watched you do this before, just let me think..”

he does pretty alright but not without several missteps

tries to use a powder brush with concealer until he finds the egg-shaped sponge he had seen you use before

he isn’t super gentle with it, using fast, quick patting motions to spread it all over your face

“haha i guess this is why they call it ‘beating your face,’ right babe?”

he attempts to do everything and use everything

you picked a palette with a good range of colors and neutrals

which he can’t decide what to use and ends up blending several colors onto your eyes

the pressed glitter definitely catches his eye

“can i-- is it okay if i use my finger, babe?”

you compliment him on how intuitive he is with it

“i just wanna make sure i do it right!”

he even attempts to do your eyeliner

wants to do your mascara and is very, very careful about it

his favorite part to do is probably highlighter because it makes your cheeks glow so pretty

he notices that some of the products have a fragrance to them, sniffing some of them for further inspection

“hm is this what you do to make you smell so good?”

lips come last and he picks your favorite fenty lip gloss that smells (and tastes) really good, like starbursts candy

he puts it on you and then goes “okay one more thing,” then he kisses you, getting gloss on him

“mm i see why that’s your favorite.”

he lets you look at what he’s done and it’s kind of a mess

your concealer isn’t blended all the way, your eyeshadow has so much colors that in just blends into one blob with glitter on top

the eyeliner isn’t too bad, he tried to do some little wings

there’s a lot of highlighter on your face, like more than you would use normally

“maybe it’s better when you do it..you should do my makeup sometime!”

you can’t blame him for trying and his enthusiasm makes it all the better

akaashi

he’s actually very fascinated by the whole process

he appreciates that you put so much effort and care when doing your makeup

he finds it really relaxing and satisfying just sitting there and watching you do it for some reason

so he’s dumbfounded when you turn around and ask him if he wants to help

“i don’t think i’d be much help, baby. i’d rather just sit here and watch you do it.”

you plead a bit, telling him that you know he’s seen you do it enough times that surely he could do it better than he thinks

he eventually caves and sits down next to you at your desk

at first he looks intimidated by all the products laid out on the desk so you help get him going by picking out a few things that you were going to use

he inspects each product carefully before deciding what to do first

he starts with your eyeshadow, picking up a fluffy brush

“you use this one a lot so i guess i’ll start with it. but..oh. there are a lot of colors in here hm...i just don’t want to mess it up”

you reassure him in saying that’s the fun of doing makeup and you can do whatever you want

he feels a little more at ease with that but has one request

“can i have a kiss before we start?”

you grant him his request and he feels good enough to begin

he tries to think about what you would do, based off what he remembers when he sees you with makeup on

but he finds himself having trouble remembering clearly, as he’s always getting lost in your eyes

he decides to stick with the neutral colors, thinking they’d be safest

he’s smart enough to see the ones that you seem to use the most, given the dips and brush marks left in the powders

he mixes a few of the matte neutrals together before applying it to your crease

he freaks out a bit when the first touch to your eye leaves a pigmented blob and tries his best to blend it out evenly

then he moves on to a pretty shimmery shade for the lid

by now, he’s feeling pretty confident in his makeup skills, and wants to try eyeliner

he hesitates at the black, knowing there would be no going back if he messed up

he’s been witness to lots of cursing as you’ve tried to do your eyeliner in the past

you offer him the brown one and he agrees that its more manageable

gives you little wings on the outer corner of your eyes and also uses it to emphasize any freckles or beauty marks on your face like he’s seen you do before

that was probably his favorite part because he sees that makeup brings out the very best and unique parts of you

he doesn’t even want to look at the eyelash curler

“those things are like torture devices, baby.”

after he’s done with your eyes he decides that’s enough for his makeup artist career

but he’s actually done a pretty good job

you thank him and tell him it’s great before showering him with kisses on his face

“you’re welcome, bebe. even if i messed up bit, you still look so beautiful.”

hey there haikyuu night! sorry i’m late again! requests very much welcome..

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