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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 day

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i dunno man all m’thinkin about is desperate kisses with your best friend (now boyfriend cus ion play that) katsuki..drools..

..like, let’s say it’s a few weeks after you’ve moved into the dorms and his..encounter with the league. you jumped at the first opportunity to save him and to this day he still heavily scolds you for it, but you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the way he gripped you oh so tightly, the way he shoved his head in your hair when he’d seen you again after days of being unsure of when he’d get that chance again.

and you can’t lose him. not again, you just can’t. so you gripped him just as tight.

you’re constantly—constantly glued to him. katsuki doesn’t mind cus he also starts wanting you near him more than before, constantly needing to be there so he can keep you out of harms way. but he realizes one night while you’re lounging around on the couch before bed how tired you are. he can see, it’s clear in your eyes when you take a second too long to process and respond to dunce faces jokes. it’s clear in the way your eyes aren’t fully focused when you look up at him and smile. it’s cute, it’s bright, but it’s not fully you. and he feels his heart clench.

you’re dozing off at his side when he taps at your hip, forcing you to awaken and he presses his lips to your temple casually to speak against it quietly. “s’time for bed.” you grumble a bit and he has to hold back a chuckle. he groans and lifts himself up “alright. up, c’mon.” though he doesn’t give you the time to get up because he picks you up over his shoulder. your eyes fly open when he readjusts you and you squeal when he practically bounds off to your room, his only good night to your friends being “where goin’ to bed.” and him telling them to not stay up too long cus he doesn’t wanna hear denki whine about how tired he is the next morning. you hear said boy make kissy noises as your boyfriend carries you away and he scoffs under his breath.

you’ve made it to your room, he lays you down so, so gently onto your bed and your eyes meet. you're tired and so is he, but you both see the other’s tiredness completely different from your own. katsuki’s eyes are the same, but there’s a tiredness in them that wasn’t there before. like he’s been asking himself too many questions before going to bed and it’s kept him up at night, despite him maintaining that insane sleep schedule of his. he looks tired and your heart clenches. you reach up for his cheeks instinctively and he’s drawn towards you without you so much as pulling him closer.

he’s so, so soft and he leans in closer and closer till his lips press so softly to the top of your head “go to sleep.” he whispers against it. but when he pulls away you still haven’t stopped looking at each other and your hands are on his face again. because you’ve gotten this sudden surge of feelings and he’s here and you missed him so much, so you pull him closer and kiss him and he immediately melts into you.

he was tired a second ago, and he still is yet he feels almost rejuvenated when he plants his palms next to your head onto your pillows. when he climbs into your bed to hover over you because he could not be further away from you and he needs you close, he needs to feel you. he needs to be able to taste your skin and breathe your air and feel your warmth so his hands trail lower to wrap your legs around his waist and you do, because you need the same thing he does.

“katsu..” you whimper, and he shushes you so softly when you wrap your arms around his neck tightly, almost shushing himself because he just can’t stay away from you for too long. “m’here baby, m’right here.”

tears well up in your eyes and it’s all you can do to tug softly at his hair just to hear him grumble softly, just to hear him, to make sure he’s here.

“can you stay ? please, stay ?” you’re so sleepy, you don’t even know if you’re asking him to stay the night here or if you’re begging him not to leave you again but he nods anyway. “always will, sweets. always will, promise. promise it to ya.” he babbles as he keeps kissing you and keeps kissing and keeps kissing you because he’s so tired and he missed you so much.

he knows he’ll have to sneak off early in the morning, but he doesn’t care since he wakes up early anyways. but it’ll wake you up too and you’re tired, so it pisses him off. you feel a bit selfish because you know he’ll have to leave a little bit earlier and you want him to sleep, but a bigger greedier part of you wants him to sleep here with you. so you wrap your arms around him tightly and the last thing you feel before your eyes close being the feeling of his lips on you.

..so yeah, just y’know..desperate kisses w katsu on the brain.

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skbeaumont · 2 days

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"You Should Probably Leave" | Joel x Reader oneshot

Part 1 of Play it Again, a new series where each story is a oneshot, but all are shaped around country songs.

Song: You Should Probably Leave – Chris Stapleton Summary: He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late. And then when he gets home you help him out, too, even though you both know you should probably leave. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, porn without plot, prose but kind of poetry/lyrical, sexual tension, PIV, oral (m! receiving), sub!Joel, you're Sarah's babysitter, AU! No outbreak, set in the 90s. Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've taken the lyrics and worked them into the story, so I'd really recommend listening as you read. I've been thinking about writing this series for sooo long because country songs + Joel is a match made in heaven. If you've got any song recommendations, let me know!

It’s like a dance, a well-worn routine that you both know, practised and perfected after months of repetitions. You both know where it leads but you’ll still follow all the steps. That’s how it is.

You put Sarah to bed ages ago, spent the last few hours of babysitting on the sofa finishing up some college work, waiting for Joel to get back. His key in the door is a familiar click, the latch sticking the way it always does, his shoulder forcing it open.

You stay where you are. When he comes into the lounge his toolbelt is still strapped around his waist, the remnants of a long day’s work painted across his handsome face and strewn in dust that’s collected on the knees of his well-worn jeans and callused hands.

He pauses in the entrance, arm stretched up above him to rest on the mantle of the door, t-shirt pulling up to reveal a strip of tanned skin above his belt. There’s a glass of wine half-drunk on the coffee table beside you and your feet are tucked up under you.

Neither of you speak for several long moments. You just watch each other, the tension too delicious to break.

“You should probably leave,” He says, but you make no effort to move and he stays where he is, too, dark eyes watching you.

His expression is open, taunting, and you already know what’s going to happen. You untuck your feet and shift them onto the worn carpet, standing to step towards him. His form takes up most of the doorway, his shoulders so broad that they almost touch both sides of the frame.

When you reach it he’s looming over you, blocking the exit off from you if you wanted to leave, but you don’t. You turn into him, press your nose to the slice of skin between his shoulder and neck and inhale deeply, smell the work of his day on him: the musk of sweat, the tang of iron and sharpness of wood shavings.

“I suppose it ain’t all that late,” he says, voice rumbling through his chest, “still time for you to finish your wine.”

You won’t finish the wine, but it’s all part of the well-worn routine the two of you have. He works long days. You help out with Sarah, make her dinner, put her to bed when he has to stay late.

And then when he gets home you help him out, too. Let him relieve some of the tension that he carries in his shoulders, on his thick-set jaw. You press the first kiss here, letting the rough caress of his stubble eat into your own cheek. When you let your hands course through his hair, scratching your nails into his scalp, he leans into it, eyebrows pitching up, something like a whimper falling from his lips.

There’s a devil on your shoulders, and its urging you each towards the same predetermined end.

“We shouldn’t.” He says, but he doesn’t move away.

“Just one kiss?” You ask, feeling him relax into your touch, the bulk of him slipping down the doorframe, bringing his mouth within reach of yours.

“Alright,” He rasps back, his voice pitching with need, and you claim the last syllable with your mouth, press your lips against his, pull a moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Say you want me to stay,” You tell him, and he does, whispers it into your mouth, chases your tongue with his.

When he looks at you his gaze so intense it’s almost intimidating, and you recognise the look in his eyes, the need that’s behind the blown-out pupils and hazy expression.

The slow retreat to his bedroom is well-practised, the carpet belying a well-trodden route you both know. He lets you walk him backwards up the stairs, sighs when you push him against the closed door to fit your mouths together again.

Inside, his bed is unmade and you press him into it, pin his hands above his head and lick a thick strip up his neck, following the tendons to the underside of his jaw.

His moans are the chorus of this well-rehearsed dance. They spur you on as you undress him, revealing the strong lines of his chest, the thick trunks of his thighs, the impressive bulge of his cock in his briefs, already half-hard.

He twitches in your hand when you draw him out and you shift down the bed to take him into your mouth, the head of him heavy and salty on your tongue. His cock swells, the vein that spans the underside pulsing against your palm.

It’s intoxicating and dizzying and familiar, the recognisable ache in your jaw as you take him into the back of your throat, fist gripping the part of him that won’t fit.

“So good to me, darlin’” He groans, running shaking fingers through your hair, trying to sit up against the headboard.

“Relax,” you tell him, pushing him back down to lie against the rumpled duvet, “I know what you need.”

You know him and he knows you, and you both know how this goes. You pull back, work your dress up over your head and pull down your panties, which are ruined with your slick, so damp they catch on your thighs as you peel them off. Joel’s eyes widen as he watches; he can never believe you want this – want him – as much as you do.

When you sink down on his length – the fat head of his cock catching at your entrance, making the stretch delicious and white-hot – he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

You run a finger along his eyebrows, coax him to open them and he does, a muscle in his jaw fluttering as you rise up and drag your cunt back down onto him again.

“I wanna do the right thing, baby,” he tells you, as though this – the pinching heat of him between your thighs, the tremble of his hands as he clutches at the flesh of your ass – isn’t the greatest thing that’s ever happened to either of you.

But you know he hates himself for it, hates that he’s a good decade older than you, that you’re Sarah’s babysitter, that this – this twisted arrangement you have where you stay when he gets back and then end up in his bed – is the only thing that gets him through those long works days sometimes.

“I know,” you say, “but it’s getting kind of hard to resist, isn’t it?”

“You should leave,” he says, thrusting up into you, “we should – Jesus, baby, just like that – we should stop.”

You arch up off the bed, tilting your hips so that he can drive his cock deeper, bottoming out and groaning brokenly into your ear. It’s filthy. Depraved, probably: The slap of his hips as he cants them up into yours, the breathy moans that tumble from your mouth, Joel’s desperate, needy curses.

It’s easy to make him come like this: Three steady, deliberate rolls of your hips and he’s a quivering mess beneath you, his hands fisting in the sheets as he spurts hot and wet inside you.

After, you tell him you should probably leave. He makes you come with his fingers first, tells you to finish your wine, that it still ain’t that late.

And when the sun’s on your skin at 6am, he’s there watching you sleep, hoping you’ll say you’ll stay, even though you should probably leave.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel x you #the last of us fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfic #joel miller au #au! no outbreak #SoundCloud

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assistant-of-drama · 2 days

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Assistant Noah's World Tour!

Before arriving at the plane...

As the old, rickety bus lurched forward, the smell of gasoline and stale air filled the cramped interior. Noah the assistant glanced out the window, watching the clouds pass by. He sighed, wishing he were anywhere else. But then, he spotted something that caught his eye: a familiar face.

It was Alejandro, Total Drama's newest addition, grinning at him as they sat next to each other. Noah rolled his eyes and he quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in the dirty window. But he could still feel those eyes on him. He glanced back at Alejandro, who was still staring, a playful smile on his lips.

Noah sighed, deciding to humor him. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed. But even to his own ears, it came out a bit tired. Alejandro chuckled seductively.

"Well, I was just thinking how boring this ride is," he said, leaning in closer. "And I was wondering…if you wanted to make it a little more interesting." His voice dropped an octave, and his eyes flickered down to Noah's lips.

Noah knew what Alejandro was implying, and he didn't really want to get involved with anyone right now. Especially not contestants who clearly want to use him.

"I'm flattered," Noah said, trying to sound calm. "But I'm just not interested."

The assistant looked away, pretending to study the other contestants in their seats.

Alejandro smiled smugly. "I meant we could have a conversation."

Noah sighed loudly. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm really not interested in talking to you."

But Alejandro seemed undeterred. "What if it's just some harmless fun?" he asked, grinning mischievously. "We could just take turns asking each other questions. Nothing too personal, just to pass the time on this boring old bus ride."

Noah considered this for a moment. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to play along, as long as he kept things casual and didn't reveal anything too important. "Okay," he said reluctantly. "Fine. Ask away."

Noah eventually regrets saying yes, when he later revealed that green was his favorite color and Alejandro smugly points out that's the color of his eyes.

Noah immediately stopped the questions and said that he was gonna take a nap.

As Noah fell asleep, he felt something warm wrap around him. Perhaps a blanket?

Alejandro chuckled softly as he noticed Noah had fallen asleep. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of affection for the young man, even though they had only known each other for a month. Gently, he wrapped his arm around Noah's shoulders, pulling him closer in a protective embrace. Noah let out a contented sigh, nestling deeper into Alejandro's warmth.

Alejandro smiled softly, watching Noah sleep peacefully in his embrace. The bus ride seemed to fly by, and soon they were pulling up to the plane that would take them to their next destination. As the other contestants filed off the bus and onto the plane, Alejandro hesitated for a moment, reluctant to let go of Noah. He gently nudged the young man, waking him up.

Noah acts like the cuddling never happened.

Both of them are unaware of a certain purple-haired girl that was happily giggling at them the whole time.

#assistant noah's world tour #assistant noah #total drama #total drama world tour #td noah #alejandro burromuerto #alenoah

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yeekshees · 3 years

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When i ship things i really love it when it's balanced out, so they both are in a healthy partnership and both equally love each other and would do anything for each other you know like I hate it when one of them is seen as the masculine role and the other as the feminine, I want them both to depend on each other as human beings without gender roles does this make sense

#Like for gay ships that's another thing #Because there's always that discourse #Like only one character can lay on the other characters shoulder that's bullshit #U know #They both lean on each other shoulders and they play with each others hair in full affection #With vulnerability #I am very passionate about this topic #That's why for most bokuaka and sakuatsu ships it's hard for me to find something where its so equal #And full of love and affection #I might not be getting this point across properly but I hope u understand #Bokuaka #Sakuatsu #Sheekheeyoriginals

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simplyparker · 2 years

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I love you more.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Giggly sex with spencer, and he's fucking you from behind, and pulls you up by you hair and your back pops

Warnings: SMUT, their kinda Voyeurists (is that a word), She calls Spencer daddy once (in a teasing way), nipple play, penetrative sex, soft lovey sex, giggly sex

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n: None today. Just happy I'm able to post :) tbh this was kinda mid, haven't really been feeling my writing lately. but i'm working on it :))

The team had decided to go out for drinks after work. It was fun, you all enjoyed spending time together that didn't involve serial killers or kidnappers.

Penelope kept ordering fruity drinks for herself, and shots for everyone. Her, Derek, and Emily were the ones to drink them though. But she had convinced everyone to do at least three shots, and you all complied. Knowing that you can't actually say no to Penny. You ended up only having 2 drinks and the three shots. Spencer only had a beer (that took him an hour and a half to finish) and the shots Penelope gave him.

Aaron was going to be the designated driver, but JJ insisted that he have fun and that she would be the designated driver since she was breastfeeding.

Around 1 in the morning. Aaron and Rossi were surprisingly still there talking to JJ and Emily in the booth next to yours and Spencer's, Derek had a small swarm of girls around him, and Penelope was at the bar flirting with the hot tattooed bartender. You and Spencer were in a booth making out like love-sick, horny teenagers. Penelope and Derek had wandered back over to the booth where Aaron, Rossi, Emily, and JJ were sitting. As Derek and Penelope sit down next to each other, Penny catches a glimpse of you and Spencer. She taps Derek's shoulder and points at the two of you,

"Well boy wonder is getting lucky tonight." she jokes making them all laugh.

"I didn't know the kid had it in em'" Rossi says as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"It's always the quiet ones." Emily states.

"I like to think that y/n corrupted him." Penelope jokes.

"It's just nice to see Spencer happy after everything he's gone through," Aaron speaks.

You and Spencer are the only people in the world right now. At least to you two. Spencer's and your fingers had been laced through each others, holding hands while you kissed.

The taste of him was driving you nuts. Both of you guys are fuzzy, your heads spinning from the alcohol and the intoxicating kiss. He kept moaning as you put your tongue in his mouth. You let his hands go and lace your fingers through his long hair. Spencer's hands immediately attach to your hips pulling you closer. When Spencer bit your bottom lip you let out a half moan half whimper loud enough for your friends to hear at the table next to you.

"Are they gonna come up for air?" JJ scoffed.

"Get it, pretty boy!" Derek wolf whistles. One of your hands unlace from Spencer's hair and you flip him off making the table laugh. With the same hand that you flipped Derek off with, you take one of Spencer's hands and place it on your throat, causing everyone's eyes to go wide.

Spencer breaks the kiss, his breath is heavy and he smells like vodka. "Not here," he mumbles making you pout.

"Can't we just sneak off to the bathroom?" you whisper.

"Well after the last 30 minutes of us making out like horny teens, I think they'll know why we snuck off."

"I kinda like that they'd know," you whisper shyly. Yours and Spencer's foreheads were together and you were both catching your breath.

"I bet you would," he murmurs. You pull away from him just a little. Enough for you both to be sitting up. You glance down at his now tented pants.

"I could take care of that if you let me," you pause and lean into his ear to whisper. "Daddy." you lean back with a cocky smirk on your face. Spencer stands up and clears his throat. As if the group of his friends wasn't already looking. You quickly stand up and beside Spencer.

"I uh, I think we're just gonna," He clears his throat awkwardly, "We're just gonna, uh, take a cab home." His hands were awkwardly in front of the large tent in his pants. Derek smirks at his position,

"Ya bricked up pretty boy?" Derek teases, and everyone laughs, but Penelope smacks Derek.

"Derek Morgan!" she exclaims.

"I'm just teasing him, baby girl," Derek says.

"I now, unfortunately, know why Reid's hair is always so messy." Emily fake gags.

"I think he looks hot with his hair messy thank you very much. Now, we have plans." you wink at the group and drag spencer outside. You guys get into a cab and sit quietly until you arrive home. ///// As soon as you unlock the door and step in Spencer is back on you. His hands tangled in your hair and his lips on your neck.

"I don't want to play tonight princess. I just want to fuck you." Spencer kisses your neck.

"Then fuck me," you tell him. He grabs your hand and drags you to your shared room. You quickly kicked off your sneakers and pushed down the jeans you were wearing. Spencer was struggling to get his converse off. As he unties the shoe he looks up at you.

"How the hell did you get your shoes off so fast?" he breaths out a laugh as he kicks on-off and moves to the other.

"I wore low tops today. Are you going to hurry up, or do I have to fuck myself while you take an hour to get the other one-off?" you laugh.

"You are going to be the death of me." he smiles as he kicks the last one off and then strips off his pants, leaving him in boxers and a hoodie you bought him.

You take off the BAU shirt you were wearing, leaving you in just a plain blue bra and black underwear. He throws off his shirt and sweatshirt, now only in boxers.

Spencer goes back to kissing you. His kiss is rough, and he almost immediately forced his tongue into your mouth. He walks you backward until the backs of your legs hit the bed. You both fall onto the bed. Spencer scoots you up until you are both in the middle of the bed. His legs straddle your thighs as you kiss. His hands grope and grab at your hips and sides. You slip your tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it.

His lips trail down to your neck biting and licking the sensitive skin. His hands reach behind your back and you lean up a bit so he can unclasp it. He tosses it onto the floor and attacks your nipples. His mouth leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses. Your hips rut up as he lightly bites one of your nipples.

"Spencer," you gasp out. He hums around your nipple as you lace your fingers through his hair. "I don't need foreplay tonight. I just need you," you tell him. He lets go of your nipple with a pop and unstraddles your thighs.

He roughly flips you over so that you are on all fours. He kisses your naked back as his knee parts your thighs. He can see a large wet spot from your arousal.

"Spencer, do not rip this pair of underwear." you warn, "I will kick your ass." he playfully sighs in annoyance.

"Fine, I won't this time," he says as he drags them down your thighs. You kick them off and get back into position. Spencer pulls down his boxers and throws them off of the bed.

Spencer's finger teases your cunt, dragging your arousal down to your clit. You're so wet that it soaks his fingers. He takes his wet hand and strokes himself. His cock is now covered in your slickness. You feel the tip teasing your cunt. He slips it through your lips smearing around his pre-cum and your arousal. He taps your clit with his dick and the feeling makes you shutter.

He finally pushes into you. You let out a whimper at the stretch. Normally, Spencer makes you cum a few times before putting his dick in you, but tonight you both are too needy. Both of his hands are secured on your hips. You try and push yourself back on him but he protests.

"I didn't warm you up this time. Give yourself a second," he tells you.

"Fine," you say reluctantly. His hand sneaks around your leg, and he toys with your clit. Your eyes flicker as he rubs it. Your cunt tightens around him as you softly moan. "I'm ready," you tell him. He starts moving his hips at a moderate pace. The hand that was on your hip had a bruising grip.

He started picking up his pace making your head spin. His thrusts were deep and left you craving more. Spencer leaned over you, his chest to your back. He pushed your hair out of the way of your neck so he could kiss it.

You let out a small laugh as his nose tickles your neck. His lips twisted into a smile at the sound of your laugh. His fingers on your clit speed up, making you gasp out as you clench around him.

"Shit, fuck Spencer." you moan out. Your walls pulse around his cock. He kisses your face, small laughs escaping each of your mouths. He gathers your hair and leans up, picking up the pace of his hips. With every snap of his hips, you were inching closer. His fingers rub rough circles on your clit. You were so close.

"Spence, I'm gonna cum!" you tell him as he were longer and deeper. You cum as he snaps his hips roughly. The moan you put out drives Spencer crazy. He takes all of your hair and pulls your back flush against his chest, in hopes of hitting deeper in you, your back pops. Loudly. It catches the two of you off guard causing laughs to spill from your lips as Spencer spills into you.

Both of you shake with laughter. Spencer carefully pulls out and you both flop onto your backs.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks as he catches his breath. The laughter died down a bit and you answer.

"Yeah," a small giggle escapes your lips. "My back has been killing me all day. It desperately needed to be popped.

"But you're sure you aren't hurt? It popped pretty loudly," he says in a bit of a concerned tone.

"I'm all good Spence," you let out a breathy laugh as you turn to your side to face him, he does the same. "My back really doesn't hurt now."

"Well good," he says. "I guess I know what to do the next time you're complaining about your back hurting." a smug smirk spreads across his face causing you to roll your eyes.

"I love you, you weirdo." you smile at him. He leans in and kisses you softly.

"I love you more."

#KierstinWritesShit #spencer reid x reader #Spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x reader angst #spencer reid x reader lime #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds angst #spencer reid self insert #Spencer Reid fanfiction

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ptergwen · 2 years

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hey val :D,

i heard your requests were open and jumped to rq. could you please write something about petey being a needy clingy attention whore (me lol). i imagine him being like a puppy. he’s a stubborn bb and he just doesn’t stop trying. like throughout the day he just wants the readers attention in whatever form ( wink wink, suggestive tones if you want ). like a puppy even if it doesn’t initially go the way he wants he just tries again with his trademark petey golden retriever optimism.

thank you <333

(p.s i luv legit all of ur writing ur so talented)

the magic word

gif by fassbender !

w/c: i’ll tell u later lolsies

warnings: lots and lots and lots of suggestiveness, implied smut, and swearing

a/n: hi lovely thank you so much <3 boy did i have fun with this one lmfhshjshs i love clingy peter the mostest he’s such a cutie and i hope you enjoy as much as i did :,) happy reading

peter notices first thing when he wakes up that you aren’t in his arms. you’d gone to sleep curled up to him, your bare bodies flush against one another’s. now, you’re all the way on the other side of the bed and hugging your pillow instead of peter.

a frown overtakes peter’s features. your back is to him, so he shuffles up behind you. he holds you close to him, nestling his face into your hair. he lets out a happy little sigh when he breathes in the familiar scent of your conditioner.

you’re usually the first one up, but you’re exhausted from last night’s activities. there are reminders of them etched onto your neck, littering both your hips; love bites. peter received quite a few of his own from you in return.

he moves your hair aside and tenderly pecks each of the marks on your neck. he keeps you warm in your peaceful slumber, strong arms looped around your middle. there’s nothing peter cherishes more than mornings like this.

he’s eventually lulled back to sleep by the sounds of your breathing, matching his inhales and exhales with yours as he drifts off once again.

the next time peter awakes, you’re no longer beside him. there’s only an indent in the mattress from where you laid. he hmphs at the emptiness of your snared bed.

peter finally rolls out of the bed, seeing no use in staying in it without you here to cuddle. he picks up his pile of discarded clothes from the floor. his t-shirt is missing, prompting him to squint quizzically at the pile. without thinking much of it, he throws on his boxers and a pair of socks before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

“babe? where’d you go?” peter calls for you. he pads down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes. “kitchen!” you call back.

peter enters the kitchen half-naked and with his curls messier than you’ve ever seen them. although, he’s wearing more clothes than you’d left him with. you admire the hickeys scattered about his skin.

“there you are,” peter perks up, giving you a once over from across the room. “and there’s my shirt.”

you’re leaned against the counter, eggs cooking on the stove. surely enough, his missing t-shirt hangs comfortably off your frame. you smirk.

“what, you want it back?” you retort. you begin to lift the fabric by its hem, and peter doesn’t stop you. “go ahead, it’ll level the playing field,” he encourages. “you’re unbelievable,” you chuckle out, turning around to check on your eggs. “you’re a tease,” peter rasps in his morning voice.

he walks the short distance over to the stove. you can feel his body heat radiating onto you from where he stands. his hands find their place on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder. his lips pepper your cheek in soft kisses. you fetch a spatula to scramble your eggs, grinning to yourself as peter plants a kiss on the corner of your lips.

peter stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck to reach your lips better, but you shove at his chest to stop him.

“pete, i’m cooking,” you remind him. “don’t care,” he dismisses, pulling your hips against him. you bite back your growing smile. “aren’t you hungry? you’re always hungry,” you play coy. “i am,” peter confirms. he manages to sneak a peck at your lips. “for you,” he finishes.

“like you didn’t get enough of me last night,” you remark, turning off the stove once the eggs are cooked to your liking. “what can i say? i’m insatiable,” peter agrees.

he trails open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at you to see your reaction. unfazed, you divide the eggs in half and plate them. you then head over to the toaster with peter still clinging onto you. he kisses back up to your lips while you retrieve two slices of toast from it, continuing to ignore his attempts.

a whimper escapes peter when you pry yourself free from his arms. you drop the toast on the plates.

“how about some breakfast to satisfy that appetite of yours?” you suggest. “butter’s on the table. hot sauce, too. you want any fruit?” you ask him. peter pouts at you, a smile of feigned innocence on your lips. “coffee?” you question.

peter gives you one last chance to take his hints, but you offer his plate to him instead.

“i’m okay. thanks for breakfast, baby,” peter murmurs, grabbing his plate from you. “anytime, my love,” you reply and give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

you fix yourself a cup of coffee as peter seats himself at the kitchen table. he stabs a fork into his plain eggs and chews, watching you longingly. the way you sway your hips side to side as you pour in milk, how your shirt rides up more and more with every movement.

your giggle when you catch him staring.

god, your laugh is music to his ears.

“enjoying the view?” you joke as you join peter at the table. peter eagerly nods. “i love seeing you in my clothes,” he affirms, a goofy grin stretching across his lips. “i love seeing you without them, too,” he adds. “eat your food,” you laugh out, pushing peter’s plate towards him.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. i mean… no, i’m not, but,” he stammers. blush tints his cheeks. “but seriously. you look really cute,“ he compliments, tugging at the collar of your shirt. you wink at him over your coffee cup, sipping from your straw. “thanks, pete. your outfit’s not too shabby, either,” you return.

your fingers brush over his shirtless torso, leaving goosebumps as they go.

you fill peter in on your plans for today for the remainder of your meal, but he struggles to listen. his mind is elsewhere.

in the gutter.

“whatcha doin’?” peter appears in the bedroom.

you’ve gotten dressed for the day, courtesy of the fresh load of laundry dumped out atop your bed. you hold up the blouse you’re currently folding in response to peter’s question.

“laundry,” you tell him. “i did yours, too. here.” you toss a flannel at peter’s chest. peter catches it with his face scrunched in disapproval. “what’s this for?” he plays dumb. you answer by throwing him a pair of jeans next. “gotta leave something to the imagination, hm?” you hum. “reverse sexism,” peter gasps, earning a giggle from you.

you put away your neatly folded blouse in your drawer, peter’s doe eyes fixated on your form. you don a skirt and a matching sweater that he realizes belongs to him. it’s a turtleneck, to cover up the many hickeys he gave you. peter’s heart soars at you wearing his clothes again.

you place the rest of your laundry back in your hamper before plopping down on the bed. you have a pair of sneakers in hand.

“y’look pretty, baby. going somewhere?” peter wonders. he sits down next to you and pats his thigh, signaling for you to give him your foot. “thanks, pete. lunch with betty and mj, remember i told you?” you respond, peter tying up your shoelaces.

no.

“yeah, totally. right,” peter assures you. “could i come?”

he’s flashing you that perfectly adorable, comically wide smile of his. it’s the one that makes you swoon every time without fail, the one he knows you can’t resist.

“sorry, no boys allowed,” you inform him. you switch feet once peter finishes lacing your sneaker. “since when?” peter’s smile dwindles. “since betty and ned are on a break again and she needs some girl time,” you explain, waving around your foot that peter has been neglecting.

“they broke up?” peter gawks. “yeah, but you know that never lasts long,” you shrug. “i just told you at breakfast,” you repeat, brows knitted together. peter gets to work on your other shoe. “must’ve slipped my mind,” he mumbles, finishing up your laces.

you ruffle his curls and stand from the bed.

“i better get going. can i bring you something back?” you ask, searching around the room for your purse. peter hops up and follows you step for step. “wait, i really can’t come? i thought you were joking! that’s so not fair!” he squeaks. “i don’t make the rules, peter. i just enforce them,” you giggle.

you find your purse and sling it over your shoulder, heading to the door. peter rushes in front of you so he’s standing between you and the door, gripping at your waist to keep you in place.

“y/n,” he tries. he gives you his signature puppy eyes. “peter,” you deadpan, reaching for the doorknob. peter blocks you. “i’m gonna be late, love,” you breathe out. “i don’t want you to go,” peter squeezes at your waist with a childish huff. “the sooner you let me go, the sooner i’ll be back,” you promise.

“i can’t argue with that logic,” peter concedes at last, releasing your waist from his grip. “goodbye kiss?”

you capture peter’s lips in yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he reciprocates. peter sets a hand on your jaw to tilt your head up towards him, lips parting for more. much to his dismay, you pull away instead.

“i’m going, i’m going,” you decide, laughing breathlessly. “you should check in with ned, okay?”

you thread your fingers through peter’s to remove his hand from your face. peter grins when your lips press to his knuckles.

“‘kay, i will. have fun without me,” he sarcastically says. “i will,” you shoot back.

you arrive home with a takeout bag in hand and a smile on your face. peter springs out of his seat on the couch the second you walk through the door.

“you’re back,” he beams, greeting you with a short kiss on your lips. “how was lunch with the girls?”

he’s in the outfit you’d hurled at him earlier, hair now styled and a headset around his ears. his current video game of choice is displayed on the tv.

“good! betty’s taking the breakup pretty well this time. she says hi, by the way,” you relay, shrugging your coat off your shoulders. “just betty? what about mj?” peter wonders. he helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the rack. “she had a few other choice words for you,” you reply, peter scoffing.

“how’s ned?” you prompt him. “uh, why don’t you see for yourself,” he grimaces.

peter motions for you to come closer. you oblige, and hear wailing coming from his headset. he tucks the headphones behind his ears, lips pressing together.

“is that ned?” you mouth. “yup,” peter sighs. “i’m on with him. i thought maybe a video game marathon would cheer him up, but i was wrong,” he rubs the back of his neck. you set a hand on his chest. “aw, poor ned. is he okay?” you question.

“ned, buddy. how’re you doing? you good?” peter softly asks his friend through his microphone.

you make out a strangled no between sobs.

“i got you lunch. it’ll be in the kitchen whenever you’re ready,” you quietly tell peter. you begin to creep out of the room with the takeout bag. “no, don’t go! where are you going?” peter whisper yells back. “don’t worry about it. stay on with ned!” you shoo him off.

peter adjusts his headset so it’s around his neck, scurrying after you.

“baby, i’ve barely seen you all day,” he protests. “ned needs you,” you answer, making your way into the kitchen. peter’s fingers hook around your wrist, grasping it in his hand. “and i need you,” he desperately whines. “later, pete. be a good friend,” you give him a stern look.

peter groans, stomping back over to the couch in defeat. you lightheartedly roll your eyes at your boyfriend and leave his lunch on the kitchen counter.

you end up going for a walk to kill time while peter consoles ned. it’s one of those rare, warm days in the city during the transition from winter to spring. you’d decided to take advantage of it.

you were a bit overdressed for the weather, so you’re heated when you come back to the apartment. peter is still splayed out on the couch, minus the headset and with netflix now open on the screen. he must have finished up with ned.

“baby, baby, baby!” peter greets, twisting around on the couch to face you. “i was just about to look for a movie, c’mere!” he beckons you over. you wipe beads of sweat off your forehead. “i gotta shower, babe. later?” you reply. “you said that last time,” peter complains and switches off the tv.

“yeah, but now i’m all gross and sweaty,” you justify, shaking out your turtleneck. “that doesn’t bother me,” peter declares. “it should. this is your shirt, you know,” you chuckle and pull the turtleneck over your head, letting it land on the floor.

you kick off your sneakers, left in only your bra and skirt. peter’s breath hitches.

“hm, that feels good,” you almost moan. “you’re killing me, y/n,” peter mutters back. “i know,” you acknowledge with a sugary sweet smile. you unclip your bra next and fling it at him. “y/n, baby…” peter licks his lips, fingers toying with the straps.

he’s practically drooling as he eyes you from the couch.

“please,” peter pleads, the word laced with desperation. “please what?” you muse. he swallows hard. “you know what,” he gets out. you look him up and down, peter following your gaze. “later,” you remind him.

“y/n-“

you’re already gone. peter hears the shower turn on, slumping down in his spot.

from the couch, peter listens to the running water and you softly singing to yourself. he imagines your hands running along your body as you lather up the soap, the noises of content you’d let out, and…

fuck, this is torture.

what he would give to be in there with you.

“hey, peter?” you shout for him, answering his prayers. “yeah?” peter immediately shouts back. “could you come in here a sec?” you request.

he’s there in an instant, all but bursting through the bathroom door. steam floats through the room, your intoxicating scent flooding peter’s senses. you pop your head out from behind the shower curtain.

“jeez, it’s hot in here,” peter exhales a laugh. “that’s how i like it,” you grin, water droplets dripping down your skin. he shakes his head. “so what’s up, baby? what’d you need?” he wonders, hoping this is leading where he thinks it will. “i forgot a towel. would you mind grabbing me one?” your grin becomes apologetic.

“oh, sure. no problem,” peter replies, face falling. “be right back.”

he hurries to the linen closet and returns with a clean towel, hanging it up for you.

“thanks,” you murmur. “of course. anything else?” peter’s tone is suggestive, eyes raking over what little of your body he can see. you pull the curtain aside to reveal yourself fully. “you wanna join me, pete?” you knowingly question. “oh my god, yes. i thought you’d never ask,” he pants out.

peter quickly strips his clothes, you giggling as he races to get into the shower. he comes in and yanks the curtain shut behind him, pinning you back against the wall. you squeal at the unexpectedness of his actions. peter’s lips attach to your neck, fingers digging into your sides. he kisses down the middle column of your throat lightly, your head rolling back in pleasure.

you take peter’s chin between your fingers to guide his lips up to meet yours in a feverous kiss. he uses his grip at your sides to hoist you up, your legs around his torso. you squirm around in his hold, your want for him growing at the feeling of him pressed up against you.

“pete,” you mumble against his lips. “peter…” you squeeze at his biceps, your chest heaving. peter leans in. “what’s the magic word, baby?” he speaks lowly, nipping at your earlobe. “please,” you purr, rocking your hips against his. he grips at your hips to stop you. “please what?” he echoes your words from earlier with a cheeky smile.

“you little shit,” you mutter under your breath, crashing your lips into peter’s once again.

just as badly as peter needs you, you need him.

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sxtaep · 2 years

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GUIDE ME (m) - J.HS

↬ description: as dirty minded and provocative as you were, when you told Hoseok you’d never touched yourself nor even fucked anyone before, he was beyond shocked. And when you asked him for a little help, he could never refuse his best friend..

pairings — hoseok x female reader

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 1.1k

warnings/tags — explicit content, bestfriends!au, softdom!hoseok, sub!reader, virgin!reader, first time, implied loss of virginity, guided masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, begging, praise, exhbitionism, voyeurism

a/n: i, in no way, have any experience with guided masturbation or masturbation in general (whoops, did i just expose myself?) anyway, i wrote this back in 2020 so my writing was hella rusty but i hope you guys enjoy anyway <3

song for this oneshot:

“You want me, to teach you, how to masturbate?”

“Come on Hoseok, you’re acting as if I’m asking you to give up your kidney for me,” you whine, nudging his arm as you both stood in the middle of his apartment.

“Y/N, I would happily give up my kidney for you, but this is different..”

“Different how..?” You ask, taking a step towards him. “Best friends are supposed to help each other out.. and I’m asking you for help.. are you really gonna deny me of your expertise?”

When you told Hoseok that you had never masturbated before, he was.. shocked to say the least.

How could someone as dirty minded as you, never masturbate before? And if you couldn’t even do step one, you obviously could not do step two, which was dick.

He could either risk it, help you get it over and done with and go back to normal.. but would that even be possible if he helped you ‘fondle’ your lady parts?

With very little consideration, Hoseok sighed, “Fine, but we’re gonna need something to get you started... What turns you on?”

“You.”

“What?”

“Porn,” you lied.

Hoseok nodded and grabbed his laptop off the sofa, “Follow me,” he says, making his way to his bedroom as you waddled behind him.

He opens up his laptop and brings up a random porn site.

“Any recommendations?” he asks, scrolling through the site and then turning his towards you.

“You pick.”

He hums and scrolls for a few more seconds, before clicking on a video.

“Here,” he lifts himself off his bed and points towards the top half of the bed, “You can lay on my bed, and I’ll keep my distance. I’ll guide you from my desk, okay?”

You nod and pounce onto his bed, quickly removing your leggings, along with your underwear, and laying back against the headboard of his bed.

Hoseok walks over to his desk and takes a seat. When his eyes fall upon your exposed lower half, his breath hitches and he could’ve sworn he felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

“Whenever you’re ready Y/N.”

You exhale and lean forward towards the laptop, clicking play and then going back to your previous position.

A few minutes into the video, you still hadn’t done anything, and Hoseok noticed by the way you kept your thighs shut.

Clearly, there was something wrong, so he got up from his seat and made his way over to you, lying next to you and placing his arm over your shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asks quietly, looking down at you.

“I’m scared..”

“Scared of what?”

You sigh and then look up at him, “What if it hurts?”

He shook his head, “Of course it’s gonna hurt Y/N, it’s your first time doing this,” he says softly, caressing your hair.

Hoseok grabs onto your hand and places it on your pelvis, slowly moving your hand down between your legs. He uses his hand to spread your legs, before placing his palm on top of your hand.

There was no doubt that the video turned you on, because your fingers had already collected your slick, some of it also on the tips of Hoseok’s fingers, making him smirk.

“You seem more than ready... why don’t you stimulate yourself first?” He moves the pad of your middle finger onto your clit, before moving it in circular motions.

Hoseok lets go of your hand to let you continue the movements on your own, “If you can handle that, then you can handle the next step,” he whispers.

Soft whines escape your lips as you try keep up his previous pace, eventually going faster.

“Such a good girl...”

He tilts his head to the side and watches you pleasure yourself, tempted to just rip your hand away from your body and do it himself.

“When you’re comfortable enough, you can increase the pa-“

“Hobi..” you moan, making him forget what he was going to say. His name leaving your lips in such a manner had him shifting next to you, trying to contain the raging boner under his sweats.

He clears his throat and continues to speak, “Why don’t we start using your fingers now, hm?”

Before Hoseok could give you any further instructions, you were already one step ahead of him, your fingers prodding at your entrance. You breathe in before slowly sinking your middle finger inside, shifting in your position as small cries leave your mouth.

Hoseok was quick to calm you down, bringing your body closer to his and softly caressing your arm whilst whispering sweet praises and hushing you. “Shhh, just relax.. you’ve been doing so well, it would be a bummer to let that all go to waste.”

“But Hoseok, it hurts..” you whimper, about to take your fingers out but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he places his hand on top of yours, his fingers in between yours as he uses his hand to thrust your fingers in and out of you.

You gasp and squirm under his control, clenching around his fingers.

“You’re only gonna make this worse for yourself if you keep moving.”

He places his hand on your hip, keeping you still and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you try to suppress your moans.

“Don’t hold back. Let everyone hear how you need your best friend to get off.”

Your mouth falls agape upon hearing his words, the embarrassment rising to your cheeks, and you couldn’t do anything because he was right.

You were in the arms of your best friend, his hand guiding yours, helping you get off, and he was doing one of hell of a good job with it.

You managed to calm down a bit, slowly getting used to the uncomfortable feeling, relaxing into Hoseok’s embrace. Quiet moans left your lips and you soon realised that one finger wasn’t gonna do the job for you.

“H-hoseok, I want more,” you breathe out, fluttering your eyes up towards him, seeing his jaw clenched as he looked down at you with a raised brow.

“Hm, do you think you can take another finger?” he asks, thrusting your finger in and out of you faster, leaving you no room to respond. “I don’t think you can.. you’re already close to cumming on just your one finger.”

“Hoseok, please..” you whine, gripping onto the hem of his shirt as your walls closed in on your finger. “Why does it hurt?”

“It’s not pain you’re feeling.. it just means your close,” he reassures you, placing small kisses on your forehead.

He was more than right, because a few seconds later, your orgasm washed over you like a wave, taking your whole body out as you cried out his name, coating your fingers with your release, some of it on him.

He removed his hand from yours and sighed in content, looking down at your exhausted form and smiling, leaning down to press a kiss on you cheek.

“You did so well for me princess, maybe next time we’ll add another finger, or maybe even my cock. What do you say?”

yikes..

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lullips · 2 years

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when i'm with you — l. hs

pairings : lee suhyeok x fem!reader

genre : fluff

summary : in this catastrophe, you and suhyeok feel the safest when you are with each other.

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the cold wind slips past through the broken window. a bunch of kids who were just experiencing their first-ever zombie apocalypse scattered around the room, finally feeling at peace as their eyes closed, roaming in their own dreams.

the two lovers sat together near the window, your head on suhyeok's chest and his arm under your neck and the other one wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to make you feel warmer, one of your arm on his stomach, legs tangled together, and his blazer on top of you both.

your breaths were steady, hair framing your face perfectly and the moonlight hit your face as you sleep, escaping this nightmare for a little while, secretly wishing that this was all dream, and by the time you woke up you were in suhyeok's room, doing your make-up on him or play mario kart together while the smell of his mum's cooking fills the entire house.

suhyeok didn't sleep though. instead, he keeps his eyes on you. holding you so dearly and watching you as your chest move up and down at a steady pace. he didn't want to sleep, at least not yet. this could be the last day you guys were together and he didn't want to waste it.

oh, how he wished all of this didn't happen. how he wished that right now, at this hour (honestly he doesn't know exactly what time is it but he guessed it's around 9 pm) he could take you out to an empty park, being dummies together.

he sighed, giving you a long forehead kiss before deciding to close his own eyes as drowsiness starts to kick in. he pulls you even closer, snuggling into your neck to find more warmth in this cold night.

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the group of the teenage survivors sat by the fire on the school's rooftop, comfortable silence fills the night. after a tiring and thrilling struggle to get to where they are right now, they finally get to rest again. though they were extremely upset the helicopter left them, they have no other choice but to stay here, wishing for another one to come and finally taking them to a safe place.

"should we do a deep talk? like confessions or something? you know like in the movies." you said, chuckling while leaning your head to suhyeok's shoulder.

"okay, first of all, please stop that lovey-dovey stuff, it's grossing me out." daesu said, only to make suhyeok plant a hard kiss on your cheek which makes the group—and you—scream and gasps in shock.

"just say that you're jealous, daesu." suhyeok teased, sticking his tongue out at the boy who had a sour expression on his face, causing everyone to laugh.

"oh, i think we should do that. what y/n said, i mean." onjo spoke. all of them nods and there goes the conversation.

from jimin's not-so-pleasant story about how she should just move to seoul, to how namra felt so glad that she finally had some friends, to daesu's singing, and to cheongsan's confession for onjo. you can say it was quite nice, it brings closure to all of you and you liked it. you like how it felt safe and comfortable.

you feel suhyeok's hands on your shoulder. you look up and smile at him before closing your eyes and rest your head on his chest. "what are we gonna do after this?" you said.

"what do you mean?" suhyeok asked, looking down at you.

"you know, after all of this is over, what do you want to do?" you opened your eyes to meet his.

"well, what do you wanna do?" he asked again.

"i want to eat your mum's jjajangmyeon, it was my favorite. i want to put my make-up on you and play mario kart together. or maybe roblox, anything on your computer. and then we can watch peaky blinders, we haven't finished that." you said, looking at the night sky above. the only thing that remains the same in this hell hole.

suhyeok smiled sadly, he wants to do that too, really. he would do anything to eat his mum's jjajangmyeon while watching your favorite shows, constantly throwing comments and arguing here and there again. but he didn't even know are they gonna be able to do that anymore? but nonetheless, he answered softy, "then we'll do that after this."

suddenly you felt a wet drop on your cheeks which make you open your eyes. "are you crying?" you asked.

"no." suhyeok shake his head.

"are you drooling?!" you said again, sitting straight.

"what? no!" your boyfriend replied, hands up in defense.

"wait..," you trailed off. another drop hit your face, and then more drops hit your face again. "it's- it's raining!" you yelled in joy.

"everyone, it's raining!" getting on your feet, you opened your mouth to drink some of the rain waters. "oh my god, it's raining! woohoo!!" you yelled again, twirling and jumping, feeling freer with every drop of rain that hits you.

suhyeok watches you with loving eyes, seeing you bubbly as that making butterflies form in his stomach. god, how he loves you so much.

the tall boy got up, coming towards you and picking you up with a genuine smile. he spins you around, the melody of your laughs combined as well as the others'.

after a few spins, suhyeok finally put you down, never breaking the eye contact. he keeps his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck. you both smile at each other before closing the gap between you both. sharing a soft loving kiss with each other.

you broke the kiss, looking straight into his eyes and playing with the back of his hair as you whispered. "i love you." a tear dropped from your eyes as the stress, anxiety, and tiredness starts to overwhelmed you, followed by a sob.

suhyeok's hand finds its way to your cheeks, wiping the tears away as he brings you to his embrace. "i love you too."

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you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend, couldn't help but let out a small sniff when you saw the armies with their guns, the feeling of relief washed you over. finally, it's all gonna come to an end.

you put your hands up, signaling the armies that you guys bring no harm. memories of the difficult process for all of you to get there, the people that didn't make it, your friends that didn't make it. namra, cheongsan, wujin, joonyeong, everyone creeps up to your mind. leaving a bittersweet feeling in your chest.

suhyeok rubbing your hand in a small circle, giving comfort and reassurance as much as he can.

"there are survivors!" the army shout, bringing their guns down and rushing to you guys, checking here and there.

you're safe. suhyeok is safe, all the pain, all the tired, are worth it. even though there have to be painful sacrifices.

the armies led you guys to the quarantine camp, giving you clean clothes and all. you look around, looking at the people inside the rooms, crying and hugging together.

you look up to suhyeok, only to find him already looking at you. "we made it." you said, letting out a breath of relief.

he smile and nod. "we made it."

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four months have passed. you and suhyeok sat together on one of the sides of a tent. both of your hands inside his as he constantly blows it to bring warmth, watching the kids running around and playing with each other. it started to snow, which you were so happy for. you love winter, you love the snow. it was such a peaceful scene to see after the catastrophe behind.

"are you hungry?" you said, leaning on him.

"mhm, what do you want to eat?" he asked.

"i don't know, anything. but i really want hotteok right now." you look at him with a scrunched face. "do you think they'll give us some hotteok for winter?"

suhyeok chuckled softly, ruffling your hair a bit. "maybe? we'll see. i'll make you one if they don't." he rubs his nose against yours. you laughed as you feel the tingling sensation.

suhyeok give you a peck before hugging you so tightly. rocking you forward and backward. "aahh, you're so cute, i love you, darling."

how you guys wished this moment would last forever. the situation isn't the best but it's enough, you like it. now that everything has passed, you swear you would cherish every moment you had. with your friends, with the people around, and most importantly... with suhyeok.

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not very happy abt the ending cuz i'm not sure how to end it but well oh well here you have it <3

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haruchuiyo · 2 years

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I should have kissed you

content: mutual (secret but obvious) pining, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, you and ran dance around each other a lot in terms of feelings, lots of fluff, slight suggestive, kisses and more fluff. mentions of getting shot and lap dance.

4.6k + words.

fem!reader x kanto manji gang!ran

NOT EDITED

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“Please, just one date and that’s it.” Your friends pulls up her index finger as to emphasize on the ‘one date’. You sigh at her pleading behavior. “Fine, one date and that’s it.” And your friends jumps on you with a hug and lets out a happy squeal.

And that’s how you met the older brother of your friends date. Ran Haitani. And he looked quite serious while you glanced at your friend beside you, she looked completely enamored with her date and he looks equally enamored back.

You look back at your own date and he seems to be interested in the sports event playing on the tv behind you, so you take a look to only look back at him again.

“Do you like hockey?” You speak up and Ran looks at you with his brows raised in surprise. “Not really, some dude just got knocked over and that caught my attention.” Something with how his eyes seemed to be lightening up in amusement at some guy getting knocked over, made you let out a little laugh. Ran looks at you in surprise again.

“Sorry, didn’t know you had a liking for guys almost being beaten up.”

“It’s better to be the one beating them up.” He says and you get slightly gape at him shock and his brother Rindou hits him on his side with his elbow, as to say ‘behave!’ And Ran just grins in amusement. You glance at your friend as to say ‘did you hear that?’ And she nods in knowledge.

“These guys leads the entire Roppongi.” She says and you just gape even more. Why didn’t she tell you that before? You look back at Ran and he looks amused as he looks at you.

“Afraid?” He asks.

“I’m not afraid of you.” You answer back. And he leans back in his seat as he crosses his arms on his chest. All while he seems to grow even more amused at you.

“Why not?”

“Question is, why should I be?” You retort back calmly as you take a gulp from your glass of water, while looking at him and his lips forms into a grin. And he shrugs his shoulders.

“Good question.” Is all he said before his brother managed to switch conversation to include all four of you around the table.

Thé double date went fairly well and your friend looks happy as she leans into Rindou’s side, hugging him as he had his arm around her. You look at Ran from beside you.

“Do you have a car?”

“Should I have one?”

“Yeah.” You simply say and Ran chuckles.

“Today, both you ladies get a special treatment.” He says as he points at a sleek black car appearing. The window rolls down from the passenger seat and you see a guy in blonde hair and scars on the corners of his lips, grinning widely at the four of you.

“Get in the car before we all get shot.” Is he all he says as he rolls up the window. You hear the brothers chuckle and you feel absolutely terrified at the thought of being shot, you didn’t realize you had subconsciously sought safety and comfort in Ran, by leaning into him.

“He likes to scare people, a specialty of his. No need to get scared.” Ran tries to reassure you. Which kinda worked but at the same time didn’t. You nod your head in reply.

As Rindou opens the door to the backseat, you managed to steal a glance at someone with a black hair, who was already sitting on the left side beside the window. Meaning there’s only two seats available.

“Looks like we have to team up.” Rindou says as he gets in and signals your friends to get in the car, before he lightly taps his lap.

“Free lap dance.” You hear the same blonde guy speak up, he is whistling when he realizes me and my friend got to seat on the brothers lap during the entire ride.

“Can you sit on my lap instead?” You hear your friend ask Rindou which makes him laugh. She looked quite determined to have him sit on her lap, but he didn’t oblige. She gets in the car, sits on his lap and looks quite content as she leans back on him and he wrapped his arm around her. Now it was time for Ran to get in and for you to follow.

Which you do and when you’re sitting on his lap, you decide to do it sideways, so your knees were touching the side of your friends thigh and your shoulders were leaning into Ran’s chest. Ran looks even more amused than during the dinner and you wanted with your whole soul, to slap the slight grin off his face along with his amusement. You’re not an entertainment, you thought to yourself as you slightly adjust your place on his lap and Ran stills in surprise.

“Sorry, it feels like my thigh was gonna get a cramp.” You tell him as you intertwine your hands on your lap. “It’s fine, no worries.” He says as he places a hand in your hip to steady you.

The entire ride was full off the blonde guy talking on about some deal with the driver while the guy with the black hair was occupied with his phone. Rindou and your friend seems to be in their own world as they whisper and giggle on about something you didn’t wanna hear about. During the ride, you had to lean into Ran’s chest or you had to be bumping heads on the cars roof when the car had to drive over speed bumps or take turns.

You were watching in content at how happy your friend looked while also fiddling with your fingers. Then you look ahead on the window in front of the drivers seat and see how the car is gonna make a huge turn, which makes your heart beat even faster. You hold your hands together tighter as you try to relax. All while not trying to look like you’re having a breakdown.

That is until you feel a larger hand place on top of your own, it’s warmth seething into your skin. Ran touch on your was oddly comfortable and you placed a hand on top of his, so you could hold his hand with both of your own. You visibly start to relax, which Ran observed. You lean back into his chest, placing your head on it as you seem to be subconsciously rub circles on his hand. Ran leans his head back on the head rest of the car seat as he felt proud, and content at what he did and how it managed to make you feel.

After that day, they had drove you and your friend home. While you didn’t wanna admit you miss the touch of Ran’s hand on yours and feeling safe in his presence, you couldn’t stop thinking of it. How he had managed to observe your small fear of huge turns and made you relax. Your friend looked at you as if she knew what you were thinking off, so you could only huff in reply as you went up to the front door of your guys shared apartment complex. You hear her giggle behind you and you wanted so badly flip her off.

“Maybe a another date sounds good.” She says in a teasing voice. “No.” You hastily say back to which she laughed at.

“We see about that.”

—

After the date, you have met Ran so many times, mostly because your friend always manages to make your meeting look so coincidental when you’re pretty sure she’s setting you guys up, you’re starting to actually like him. Not in a romantic sense, of course.

Rindou had invited his girlfriend (your friend) and you to a small gathering he and his brother is hosting, only with closest friends at his apartment. When you entered it, the music wasn’t booming so loud, it was on a nice volume and there was guy’s sitting on the couch, some guys hanging around the kitchen.

“Is there only men here?” You whisper to your friend. “Seems like it.” Her face expression was a full giveaway she didn’t like this whole setup at all, until she looked like she was in heaven when she saw Rindou. She runs up to him and you see Ran appear from behind his brother, greet your friend before his eyes casts upon you. You slightly fiddle with your fingers at how his gaze on you made you feel.

He approaches you. “Hey.” He says in his fine voice and gives you a hug as a greeting. “Hi.” You say back. The hug lasted tad bit longer which you’re not complaining about, actually you wanted to hug him as long as you could but he had already pulled away.

Ever since that moment, you couldn’t stop thinking about how he hugged you. Or when during a conversation Ran had said something which made people laugh, after he said it he looked at you and you hide your giggle behind your hand in embarrassment at him catching you laughing at his joke. He looked away in delight and a grin on his lips. What you didn’t know was that Ran immediately looked at you to see you smile and your pretty laugh, that’s why he had said something funny in the first place.

It’s been months and your friend is getting tired of you and Ran dancing around each other, denying your guys feelings for the other one. She planned a sleep over and decided to take on a moment to make you guys be together alone.

Sitting on the couch, close to your friend, you watch the tv playing a movie all four of you decided on. Ran munches loudly on popcorn as Rindou throws popcorns on his head when Ran purposely smacks his lips together loudly as he chews, just to annoy Rindou. You giggle at the sight when Ran got a popcorn thrown right on his eye. Finally deciding to watch the movie properly, all of you sat in silence, sometimes commenting on some scenes until your friend decided she was tired in the middle of the movie and pulls Rindou along with her. When he doesn’t budge, she pulls him harder and does a angry face which makes Rindou sigh as he gets up from his comfortable position on the couch, to the bedroom. Ran who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, looked at the two in amusement before he looked at you for a few seconds and goes back to watch the movie.

For a few minutes, both of you didn’t speak up until you decide to move your ass and sit down on the floor beside Ran. Your shoulders were touching, the proximity close and it makes you want to hyperventilate in nervousness. How does this gangster and leader of a entire city manage to feel like you’re in seventh heaven and not like you’re being hunted by a serial killer?

“Aren’t you gonna sleep?” You mutter out as you look at the movie and fiddle with your hands as usual.

“I don’t feel tired.” Ran simply says with his eyes on the tv. You badly wanted him to look at you, to touch you, to hold you or just anything with you in it. How you would love if you knew that Ran was thinking exactly that. How he badly wanted to touch you, hold your hands or just anything as well.

“You look just like that thing there.” Ran suddenly says and you look where he pointed only to scoff in disbelief when you see the deformed creature, your reaction makes Ran laugh and he laughs even more when you hit him on his shoulder because he is laughing. “You look more like it than me, shut up.” You try to hide your grin but you failed.

“You’re smiling.” He simply says. “Yeah, because it looks just like you and I’m glad to see you have found your doppelgänger.” You tell him which Ran laughs at. He breathes out after laughing and when he’s done with that, he slightly moves his shoulder back so your shoulder was on his. Feeling his touch on you makes you still in surprise. And you feel yourself warm up inside when you feel Ran slide his hand down your arm to only rest his arm beside yours. He leans his head onto yours as he intertwines your fingers with his.

“You feel cold.” He softly mutters out as he rubs circles on your hand. Wanting to be closer to him, you lean into his side closer and rub his hand as well.

“It’s quite cold.” You softly say back, now incapable to fully pay attention to the movie and only at your intertwined hands. Ran places your intertwined hands on his lap and places his free hand on top of it. He rubs his head on yours when according to you, it felt like he was only trying to lean closer into you as well. You smile to yourself at his possible action.

“Why are you scared of huge turns?” His question has no pity or malice in it, just pure curiosity and you absolutely loved it. When most people didn’t quite understand your little fear of huge turns, Ran’s curiosity of it is a new breath of fresh air.

“It was a small accident. It was snowing that day and the road was slippery. The car was sliding along the road and my sister who was in the drivers seat, reeled the car in a way the impact against the side of the road wasn’t to strong, it quite scarred me a little bit.” You manage to tell your story as understandable as possible. “And it was during a huge turn?” Ran asks as he strokes your wrist with his free hand. You nod your head. “It is a small accident but huge turns still makes me feel a little bit scared.” You tell him. “I make you feel safe.” You could practically feel Ran’s grin and you could only chuckle at his reaction.

“Do you think your friend and Rindou planned this?” You speak up and you feel Ran nod his head. “Yeah, that idiot would never move his ass from his comfortable position on the couch for anything.” Ran says as you let out a small laugh. “I wouldn’t either.” You say and you feel Ran playfully flick your wrist which only makes you chuckle.

Both of you ended up sleeping beside each other that night, to the movie playing in the background the entire night. Rindou who only wanted to take a bathroom break, didn’t expect to see his brother and you sleeping beside each other, all while sitting up against the couch.

When you had woken up that morning, you quickly realized where you were and who you were with and immediately pulled your head up, hitting Ran’s head along the way. Waking up to a smack to his head, Ran could only hiss in pain and rub the spot he got hit. His eyes slightly closed, which looked like he was still clearly sleepy, he sleepily gets up from his place on the floor while he rubs his sore ass, lays down on the couch and he grabs your arm from where you were stilled in shock. And hugs you into his embrace and locks you into place by slinging his arms and legs around you. You were practically stuck in shock as Ran rubs his face into your chest and mumbles something in his sleep.

“He is a clingy sleeper.” You hear Rindou say, you look up and see him and your friend towering over you. “I can see that.” You say, still surprised at what just happened, but mostly at what position you’re at and who you’re in the position with.

—

Weeks after that day at the couch, you couldn’t stop thinking about it and neither could Ran when he woke up from his sleep that day and found himself buried in your chest, in your warm yet comfortable embrace. You were sound asleep as well, with your arm under his neck and the other one on his hair. And all Ran wanted is to be back in that exact position again. He wanted to turn back the time so badly, he threw his pillow on the door every time he thought of it.

When you had woken up from the sleep on the couch, your sleepy smile when you saw Ran made him want to pepper you in kisses everywhere on your face, hug you so tightly and never let you go.

Thinking about you as he walks down the road, he didn’t see you in front of him and crashed into you. Quickly getting back into his senses, he catches you before you fall and you hold onto his arms to steady yourself.

“That scared me.” You chuckle in embarrassment as you look up at Ran and he don’t say anything as he looks at you. “Are you okay?” He looked so intensely at you, you swore you had something on your face. Until he shakes his head.

“Wow, couldn’t speak for a second. Must be because of how pretty you look.” He says in a voice that makes your heart skip a beat but you could only slap at his chest in response. “Shut up.” You tell him off which he grins at.

“So, what are you doing out here?“ Ran asks as he puts his hands in his front pockets. “Buying some stuff, you?” You ask back.

“Hmmm, what for?” Ran asks again as he leans in closer to you while having his hands in his pockets. You meet him head on even though you wanted to kiss his pretty face so desperately.

“Well, for some stuff.”

“Hmm, interesting. Do you want help?” He asks. And you take the opportunity to accept his help considering Ran’s birthday is coming up and you could try to subtly ask what stuff he likes so you know what to gift him. Ran helped a lot just by offering his help and you wanted to kiss him even more for that.

After a day of asking what he found interesting and being with him all day, Ran drives you home and arrives at the front door of your apartment complex.

Before you could thank him for the ride, he speaks up before you. “I follow you to the door.” He says and you could only nod at that, even though you silently wondered why he wanted to do that.

Arriving at the front door, you turn to face him. As you turn and look at him, he looked so much prettier below the moonlight, how his cheeks seemed to be a slight shade of rosy cause of the cold and even the tip of his nose is the same color. He looked so cute you wanted to kiss him like usual.

“Thanks for the ride.” Is what you could only say, with a soft and genuine smile.

“C’mere you.” Ran simply says and closes the distance between you and wraps your form with his arms and pulls you into a hug. Not wanting to waste the moment, you hug him back and slightly burrow your face in his chest. You felt a fast thumping from where his heart is. It is thumping fast.

“Your hearts beating so fast.” You say into his chest, all while your heart is thumping fast as well.

“Pointing out the obvious, love?” Ran says with amusement and you hit his back which he chuckles at. The name he called you only made your heart skip a beat.

“Sleep well tonight.” He says softly after he pulled away. Expecting him to walk back after saying that, his hold on you lasted a bit. Before he actually turned and walked away, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead which has you melting in adoration for the man, who just gave you a forehead kiss and also in surprise. Unable to say anything to him, you couldn’t anyway when he had already walked away. You turn your back on him with a even faster thumping heart in your chest. As you’re unlocking the door and you hear the Ran’s car engine roar and you smile to yourself at his little gesture. He waited for you to open the door before he drove off.

Closing the door to your apartment with a smile on your face while thinking of what just happened, you hear your phone ding. Looking at the screen as you see a message from Ran. Opening the message, the content has you smiling widely at the screen.

I should have kissed you.

Is what he said for the night. He actually wanted to kiss you on the lips but didn’t. And the next time you could see him was for his upcoming birthday party which is soon.

—

Arriving at the apartment of the Haitani’s with your gifts, you realize you and your friend is the first ones to arrive. Rindou was the one who opened the door and the birthday boy, the one you badly want to see, is nowhere in sight. Which is actually good, it gives you time to prepare yourself mentally to meet him.

You take a sit down on the couch, scrolling on your phone until a face appeared near you.

“Hey!” Ran grins, his face close to you. The close proximity is making your heart beat out of its regular pace. And his beautiful grin is an extra fuel to it. And his presence.

“Hey.” You softly say with a shy smile. Ran looks at the bag beside you and points.

“Is that my gift?” He asks and you nod. “Can I open it now?” He asks again.

“If you want to.” You answer. “Which I want to.” Ran says back and goes around the couch to sit down beside you.

Feeling nervous to if he would like your gift for him, he opens the bag and pulls out a small white jewelry box. Ran looks at you in surprise and wonder. His expression is so cute you had to let out a chuckle. He opens the box and it reveals a silver bracelet along with a simple silver ring.

“Is that what we looked at the other day?” Ran asks as he looks at gift in surprise. “I saw how much you looked at it, so I thought you must have wanted it really much.” You tell him and Ran could only muster up a big smile before he puts on the ring which fits his pinky finger and pulls out the bracelet.

“Help me put this on.” He tells you and you obeyed. When you were done, Ran inspected how his new jewelry looked on him and he looks at you. Then he engulfs your in a warm and tight hug. You feel him burrow his face in the crook of your neck and you gently stroke his back.

“Thank you, love.” Him calling you love again never failed to make your heart skip a beat again and you felt like soaring into the sky when you felt Ran place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Anything.” You tell him with a soft smile.

His message from the other night comes into mind. ‘I should have kissed you.’ And you thought he would do it this time, but he doesn’t.

After his birthday had ended, Rindou offered to clean up along with his girlfriend. Bidding your friend and Rindou bye, you open the front door of the apartment. That’s when you hear Ran call out.

“I drive you home.” He says with a big smile as he puts on his shoes and jacket. You could only nod in acknowledgment.

“Thank you for the gifts, I love them.” He says during the drive home. “I wasn’t expecting you to use our outing as a way to figure out a gift for me.” Ran chuckles as you smile. “Had to take the opportunity.” You say.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ran grabs your hand while the other one is holding the steering wheel. Intertwining your fingers together, you could feel how he sometimes every few seconds tightens the hold as to tell himself he’s truly holding your hand.

Feeling like he is dancing around you (and you as well), and how what he is doing despite both of yours feelings towards each other is not clear and official, you muster up the courage to ask him.

“Did you mean what you said? The other night.” You ask as Ran glances at you quickly and pays attention on the road.

“About the kiss?” The question is simple but it set off a raging fire inside your heart.

“Yes.” You nod.

“Yes.” He says before he parks the car close to your apartment complex and looks at you.

“Okay.” You couldn’t find anything else to say, so you decided to leave it at that. Opening the door, you bid him thank you for the drive and close the door. Not taking even two steps away from his car, you hear his side of the car door open and close. Then he gets in front of you.

“A kiss before I go?” He breathlessly asks as he wraps his hands around your neck. You look at him in pure delight as you nod. He leans in closer and he finally places his lips on top of yours. Craning your neck up, you hold onto the front material of his jacket. Caging you against his car, Ran deepens the kiss and you meet his kiss even more. Deepening it along him. Standing up on your tippy toes as you felt your neck getting tired (screw Ran for being so tall), you feel how Ran slides his hands from your neck to waist and hoists you up in the air. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his hips and wrap your arms around his neck.

Gasping in surprise into the kiss, Ran presses into your body even more. Tugging on your lower lip, you softly gasp again at the feeling of him nipping and kissing your lips. He slightly pulls away to kiss the corner of your lips. Then he trails his lips along your face, to kiss your cheek, your temple, to your forehead and goes below again. To your jaw and he softly kisses your pulse point on your neck and you tighten your hold on him.

“I can’t stand a day without seeing you.” He kisses your lips.

“I think of you every day, I want to touch you, kiss you and have you beside me.” He kisses your lips again.

“Seeing you happy, your smile or hearing your laugh, makes me feel like I accomplished in life despite what I do.” He says with a smile when he hears you giggle a little bit.

“I also think of how I could possibly hurt you by being with me or possibly scare you if you saw me do what I do.” He confesses and you cup his face, about to tell him something.

“I will hate myself to make you afraid of me.” He says. “Ask me if I’m afraid of you.” You softly tell him as you rub his cheek.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asks.

“No, I wasn’t afraid of you the day I met you nor am I afraid of you now.” You tell him with a soft kiss on his lips. “And I will never be.” You kiss him again.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks and you giggle at his question.

“I would love it if you did.”

And he do kiss you.

—

I wrote this at 3 in the morning, im sorry if nothing made sense lmao 😭 also this fic is so self indulgent but I’m not gonna complain hehe

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Saturday Game

Paul Dano!Riddler x fem!reader (same one from His Only)

Word count: 2k

NSFW warnings 18+ ONLY: cockwarming, slight choking, orgasm denial, degradation, lowkey breeding but not outright, orgasm denial, dirty photos, creampie (reader is on bc I promise)

I'm really proud of this one, i hope you guys like it!

This was absolute torture. You squirmed on your seat, groaning deep in your throat as you tried to find a position that wasn’t making you throb uncontrollably.

“Mmm you’re just making it harder for yourself baby,” your boyfriend whispers in your ear and unhelpfully licks at your neck which makes you whine pathetically. “You can bounce once you’ve answered correctly.”

To punctuate his sentence Eddie rolls his hips and presses his dick further inside you, making you lean your head back on his shoulder and grabs his hands for anchors. “You’re evil…” You mutter, trying to think of the answer that would let you get fucked.

This was a game Eddie had come up with. He loved this quiz show that was on every Saturday and you loved watching him get excited about getting things right. At first he just encouraged you to play, even if you got it wrong but then getting them right came with rewards. Usually kisses or he would carry you to bed when the show was over but he slowly began to think of more…intimate rewards.

“Go on,” he said right in your ear. “Answer.”

The show was paused and you were having a hard time concentrating with him seated fully inside you, every little movement of yours or his causing wetness to seep out. “Uh…Uh is…is it….T-Truman?”

Your heart sank when he chuckled, telling you you’d gotten it wrong. You loved the game but you needed him to move, you needed to cum or you felt you might cry. An evil little voice in your head told you to just start clamping down on him, work your muscles around his cock so he had no choice but to give in but you’d learned the consequences of ruining the game like that.

The first time the two of you had played you’d been impatient and hadn’t realized that even when Eddie wasn’t the Riddler, he was still very much in control.

It had been fine at first. Both you working each other up with kisses, gropes and touches, then sliding down on him to watch the show. You’d gotten a few questions right and were rewarded kisses, little bites and a few shallow thrusts but when your streak worsened you started to whine.

“Cmon, I know my girl is a cute little dummy but you can do it. Get one more right for me and I’ll fuck you like you want.” Eddie had prodded. He was getting handsy, his long fingers trailing along your lips and your throat and brushing against your clit so good you could cum if he did it for longer than just a second, but he wouldn’t. He knew your body too well unfortunately…and had infinite patience.

You had attempted the question, fighting to keep your breathing even but it was wrong and Eddie made his big mistake. After calling you his silly little girl he kissed the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, which drove you from really really needy to absolute desperation. You leaned your head back and turned to whisper in his ear.

“I can’t do it anymore Eddie, I need you,” you breathed, nuzzling his neck. He let out a soft little breath and you knew he was going to crack with a bit more pressure. “Please fuck me, fold me half like only you can.” You clenched your pussy around him hard, biting his earlobe and grinding yourself down on him.

He gasped beneath you, then growled. “That’s not the game princess,” he said, voice so low it rumbled through your whole body. “You’re going to pay for that.” And you did. Eddie was suddenly on top of you, your face down on the couch with your hips popped up as he did the very definition of screwing your brains out.

He’d grabbed your hair to bring your face close to his and panted in your ear. “Tell me who’s in charge…who’s in charge of pretty little dumb things who can only think about cock? Can’t even follow rules…”

It took you several seconds to speak past the lump in your throat but you managed a, “y-y-you E-Eddie, j-just y-you.”

“That’s right, me. If cock’s all you can think about I’ll fuck every-other-thought out of your head, and we’ll play again next Saturday. Maybe your brain will have come back by then.” He said with a dominant, mocking laugh that had you gushing with humiliation. He had continued to degrade you and punctuate his words with hard thrusts until you had cum so many times your thighs were dripping with slick and you felt like you’d never move again.

Your last orgasm that night had you whimpering as your cum cascaded around him and Eddie had hummed in satisfaction, pulling his damned fingers away from your clit and finally letting himself go inside you. You were stuck in the position he’d been fucking you in, unable to do anything but put your hand on his.

Leaning over you he’d kissed your sweaty cheek, checking in with you as he finished. “There’s my good girl…next time I’ll just pull out, and you won’t get any orgasms or even taste me. Do you understand?”

You nodded weakly. “Good,” he cooed, “I think you understand the rules of the Saturday Game now don’t you?” You sighed in exhaustion, and nodded again which earned you another kiss and more praise.

After that you had behaved on Saturday’s, watching his actions closely to see how in control he wanted to be and how much acting out he would take. As you sat now, once again speared with his cock inside you you knew seducing him would only lead to frustration. You had to play the game to win your orgasm but goddammit-you were so far gone for him you could barely stand it!

Eddie pressed play on the remote and the next question was asked by the host. You listened as best you could through the cotton in your ears, Eddie’s fingers idly rubbing your sensitive nerve bundle in lazy circles. Concentrate! You told yourself, your nails digging into Eddie’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. Wait-wait-! You knew this one! You did!

“Oliver Queen!” You nearly yelled, pointing at the TV. “I-it’s Oliver Queen!” The host pronounced you and the contestant correct and you grinned in triumph, trying to move off him to get into a better riding position but Eddie tightened his arm around your hips.

“It’s a two parter-don’t get cocky yet baby,” he chided with a grin you could only just see out of the corner of your eye.

“What company is Oliver Queen now CEO of?” The host asked. The contestant fumbled, racking her brain it looked like but you knew thank god thank fucking god.

“Queen Consolidated! Please, fuck-I can’t take it please let that be it!” You needed to move, you had to cum or you were going to lose it. You were squirming but trying to be good because you couldn’t risk losing.

The contestant lost out but the host pronounced you correct. You let out a little happy cry and Eddie let you turn and face him to sink back down on him. His big hand cupped your face lovingly as you started to bounce with fervor. “Mmm fuck-good girl, I knew you could do it. God you feel so good, I love being inside you.”

You wanted to tell him you loved it too, but the euphoria of finally being able to take him properly had you reduced to just noises. So you showed him that you loved him, and loved being with him like this by kissing him messily. He met you with the same passion that had melted you to the core the first time you’d kissed and your hips stuttered. His tongue invaded your mouth, a hand moving behind to cradle your head and the other moving to grip your waist tightly.

“You’re so, fucking cute like this,” Eddie groans into your mouth, pulling back just enough to admire the no doubt cock drunk look on your face as he takes up driving inside you. “So desperate for me…me of all people…”

“Jus’you,” you mumbled just before a particularly glorious jab that had your whole body tensing up. You clutched at his t-shirt in desperation. “I…I need…I…” You were past words now, just begging him with your eyes as best you could to give you what you needed.

Eddie smirked, he smirked, and your cunt clenched. He read you so easily it was fucking embarassing and you let a soft little whine out in anticipation of what was coming next. “Oh, I know what you need my only…you need me to make you cum don’t you? You need me to throw these beautiful legs over my shoulders, and just wreck this sweet pussy don’t you?”

Your body trembling at how low his voice had gotten you nod, panting. You drag your hands down his body to where the two of you are connected and rub your thumbs right above that special spot, looking him in the eyes. “Fill me up Eddie, I want it to leak…”

Suddenly you were on your back, the breath knocked out of you as he pinned you down with your legs over his shoulders and your knees nearly to your chest. He pushed himself back in quickly and you arched to meet him, yelling out his name. It was merciless, it was messy and each slap of his body against yours was driving you crazy. His tongue was fucking your mouth, filling you as much as his cock was at this deep angle. “Love you,” Eddie was panting into your mouth, “mine…gonna overfill you…own you…my good girl…”

“Eddie,” you sobbed, writhing beneath him, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, E-E-Eddie! EDDIE!”

Finally you screamed from the depths of your core as he rubbed your clit in harsh circles, finally letting you cum so hard you saw stars. Your body was pulsating all over as you came and Eddie continued to fuck you through your orgasm with a devoted kind of fervor. The noises between your bodies were much louder and sloppier now and if your brain had been functioning past “feels so fucking good,” you would’ve been embarrasse. But yet again, your gorgeous boyfriend had fucked any brain cells that weren’t thinking of him and his cock out of your head.

Eddie came inside you when you started to sob a little in overstimulation, kissing you softly as you felt it leak out around the two of you and nuzzling into your neck. You both stayed like that for a long while…still connected, holding each other in an exhausted but loving embrace. He moved first, ghosting kisses over your eyelids and then pulling back to sit beside you. You’re lost in your own bliss, basking in the afterglow and letting your breathing return to normal when you hear his little giggle.

You crack open your eyes and look at him. His phone is in one hand while the other is soothingly rubbing the inside of your knee. “What are you doing…?”

“You just look so cute I had to take a photo…is that ok?” He adjusts his glasses with two fingers and you have just enough brainpower back to think and give the honest answer yes.

“Take as many as you want. I am yours after all,” you say moving your legs a bit wider and enjoying the look of glee on his face as he snaps more.

“Yes you are…” After a minute he puts his phone away and scoops you up. “Let’s get you in the tub baby, can’t let that sit inside too long.” He glances back at the couch, giggling again. “The couch is almost as messy as you~”

You smile into his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom and wonder idly if you could make him as desperate for you as he made you. Maybe you could make your own game that rigged for you to win.

Maybe it will be ready by next Saturday.

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darklcy · 2 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if you could do Juuzou relationship headcanons? I'm STARVED for Juuzou content :(

YESSS omg!! juuzou was my favorite chracter in TG so thank you sm for requesting himmm

★・・tokyo ghoul masterlist・・★

｡･ﾟﾟ･Juuzou Suzuya Relationship Headcanons ･ﾟﾟ･｡

first things first, lets get this out of the way : clingiest mf to have ever lived

the type of person to jump on your back for a piggy back ride when you least expect it or just ask you to carry him. or both.

love language is definitely physical touch :

constant leaning his head on your shoulder, fiddling with your fingers when he should be paying attention to lectures & missions, playing with your hair

speaking of hair, i feel like he knows how to braid :)

you'd have to have a lot of patience with him, because he'd have his hands on you 24/7

has tried to convince you to let him stitch something on you and you had to tell him no multiple times

"please please pleaseeee. you'd look so lovely. more than you already do."

you both have selfies with each other as your phone background :)))

big on walks together!! his ideal thing to do with you is walk through the park and get ice cream

also feeding pigeons. i feel like he'd love feeding pigeons

swings your interlocked hands as you walk :D

will intensely stare down anyone who looks your way. literally becomes the scariest person in a matter of seconds

you probably wouldn't even notice the other person tbh. juuzou just has a sixth sense for people looking at you

doodles smiley faces on all your paper work like a kid in school afjskdf

would also write "hi :D"

he doesn't use his phone often but when he does he has a specific ringtone for when you call

always randomly shows up at your apartment. it could be 3 AM and he's tapping on your window to let him in cuz he was bored

calls you "lovey" & "pretty" more than he calls you by your name

"hi loveyy"

"whatcha doin prettyyyyy"

alwayssss always always stands in front of you during a mission

he knows you can hold your own, but its a reflex move to protect you

he never leaves you without a kiss, either on the cheek or a quick peck. or again, both

all in all he's fascinated and obsessed with you, and you luv him and he luvs you

(and i love him best character i stg)

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Geto Suguru relationship headcanons

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Fandom: jujutsu kaisen

Character: geto suguru

Just what I imagine a relationship with Suguru would be like

Cw: nsfw under the cut! Mentions of smoking, some curse words

An: finally done with assignments💀 gonna take the phattest nap after posting. Also currently working on some requests! These headcanons are so biased omg bear with me y’all

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SFW

I imagine him to be the sweetest, chillest lover imaginable

First of all, he thinks everything you do is amazing, mind blowing even

Even if it’s about the simplest tasks you manage to do, like making instant ramen

“Babe your cooking skills are amazing, you should work in a Michelin star restaurant”

Just loves to praise and compliment you, it makes him happy to see you smile

Such a good listener!

You could literally have mentioned you wanted a necklace for your birthday 6 months prior and guess what?

He got you that necklace for your birthday because HE DOES NOT FORGET!!

Malewife!geto will make sure you’re being taken care of

After a long and tiring day he’ll run a hot bath for you, will even light some scented candles for ultimate relaxation

Will wash your hair for you and give you a shoulder massage if that’s what you desire

Suguru is not at all the jealous type

He may get a little bit insecure from time to time, but he trusts you with his entire being

You guys rarely argue

But when you do, they aren’t really big fights, probably because he doesn’t see the point in staying mad at each other

Arguments are also mostly about stupid shit, like not changing the toilet paper roll when there’s no paper left

Regardless if it’s his fault or not, he’ll be the first to apologise just for the sake of keeping the argument as short and lowkey as possible

Now I know suguru canonically doesn’t smoke HOWEVER smoker!geto lives rent free in my head and it just makes so much sense to me so I have to get this out

He either smokes cigarettes or vapes, depending on what he thinks works best to erase the disgusting flavour of the curses he consumes

Would try to mask the scent of smoke on his clothes with like a cedar wood cologne if you don’t like the smell of it

I’ve said it in previous headcanons and I’ll say it again, HIS MORNING VOICE 😩

Like imagine you wake up next to him on a Saturday noon and he whispers “good morning” into your ear as he wraps his leg around you and just skdhdkjdkdj

He just looks so ethereal when he wakes up I JUST KNOW IT like that long hair in a bun all messy because of his tossing and turning in his sleep, those still half-closed eyes and that SMILE OMGGGGG

Anyway

Won’t let you leave the bed, he’s super clingy

If you do manage to escape, he’ll be the first one in the kitchen, already prepping breakfast for you both

A cuddle bear.

Look me dead in the eyes and tell me he isn’t a cuddle bear. I’ll wait.

Surprises you with back hugs, wants to cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, clings onto you when you try to do any sort of task

Unless you explicitly tell him not to, this man does not know personal space

Late nights consists of deep, philosophical conversations

Either that or you talk about the dumbest shit for hours, like “is water wet”, no in between. And no water isn’t wet

Lets you play with his hair and make it all pretty by trying different hair styles and placing cute lil clips

NSFW

Sex with him isn’t just sex

It’s about bonding, emotionally, physically, almost spiritual in a sense

Sex with him can be described as soft and passionate

Definitely into body worship, he wants to make it known that he loves every single part of your body

I personally don’t really view him as a dom, I think he’s more of a switch, maybe leaning to dom

Loves when you ride him, that’s when he can just stare at you in awe

Definitely the romantic type, likes to get extra by lighting candles, placing rose petals on the bed, putting on his special playlist

More of a giver, but doesn’t mind receiving

I don’t think he’s particularly kinky, but he would want to try everything at least once

One thing he is really into is mild bondage

Like just your hands or feet tied up, drives him absolutely wild

Probably makes a joke or two while you guys are going at it, to keep the mood light

Not really a loud moaner unless you ride him, that’s his only weakness, rather his moans are for the most part breathy and absolutely angelic to the ear

Doesn’t go hard, usually

Unless he needs to let go of some of his built up stress

That’s when he straight up wrecks you

After you’re both satisfied, he makes sure you’re okay and immediately grabs a towel to clean you up

Cuddles are a must

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primofate · 3 years

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Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,”

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver.

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open.

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you.

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,”

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you.

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!”

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...”

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice.

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual.

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours.

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down.

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent.

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,”

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion.

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,”

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!”

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,”

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him.

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot.

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore.

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat.

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him.

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in.

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!”

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!”

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,”

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan.

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,”

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,”

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!”

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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brain--drop · 2 years

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How The Creeps React to You Sleeping On Them (Pt 1)

Jeff:

He doesn't notice that you fell asleep while you two were just watching t.v on the couch until he feels your head on his shoulder. He's basically stiff like a board as he doesn't know what to do, having you stay like that for an hour until he hears EJ call for him to help with something. You wake up to find yourself lying down on the couch completely with a pillow under your head and a sweater to cover your arms.

Toby:

The two of you were just relaxing on the roof pretty late at night, your head on Toby's lap as he talks about a mission he just finished up. When you don't respond at the end, he looks down at your sleeping figure and stays awkwardly quiet, messing with your hair lightly. It's only when he sees you shiver at the cold air around you two that he gets up and puts you up over his shoulder, walking you to your room and tucks you into bed quickly before you wake up.

Ben:

Like every Friday night, the two of you chill in his room sitting back to back on his bed as you play your own games. You end up dozing off and go limp against Ben's back, making him turn around to glance at you. He doesn't want to wake you but knows that the sleeping position may be uncomfortable so he gently has you lie your head on his lap and continues playing his game. He makes sure that you're still sleeping soundly, putting a part of his comforter on you so you stay warm.

EJ:

You had gotten back to Jack's mini infirmary after cleaning up everything, having helped him in patching up some people in the mansion. You sit down beside him on one of the beds as you both can finally relax, the two of you sighing in sync. Jack was about to ask you if you were hungry before he felt you lean on him, adjusting you with his arm around you so you don't fall forward. He takes note on your soft breathing, surprised you fell asleep so quick and leaves you be until you wake up, still holding you.

Slenderman:

Slender notices that you were reading in the library alone late in the night as you had some trouble sleeping so he decides to accompany you. You both read in silence beside each other, feeling your eyes start to close and lean your head on Slender's forearm. He looks over at you and saves the page you were on in your book before moving you to lean your head on the table. He lets you stay asleep for nearly 3 hours before he closes his own book, waking you up slightly so you're aware he's taking you to bed before carrying you out.

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Horror Movies w/ The Boys - Part Two

Part One here

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Minors DNI

Pairings: Dabi x reader, Tamaki x reader, Kirishima x reader, Hawks x reader, Shouto x reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Warnings: impact play, biting, daddy kink, mommy kink

Dabi

You say the words ‘movie marathon’ and he’s sold. He doesn’t even need to know what kind of movies y’all are watching.

It could be a bunch of sappy chick flicks, he’d still be down, because he knows that ‘movie marathon’ roughly translates to ‘rearrange my guts for an evening’

And he will never pass up an opportunity to spend a night buried inside you

So he comes over, bottle of wine in hand, dick already half-hard when you open the door in your short, black nightgown

“Hey, doll,” he grins seductively, running his hand down your spine and over your ass, giving it a quick spank before he pulls you against him.

You swing the door shut, wrapping an arm around him as you take the bottle, “Hey, handsome,” you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips with a smile. “You ready for our movie night?”

“You know it,” he smirks as you bite your lip and lead him toward the bedroom.

When you insist on actually watching the first movie, he rolls his eyes, but he just strips down to his boxers and cracks open the bottle of wine before crawling into bed with you, opening up his arm for you to curl into him as he hands you a glass.

Nights like these have become a bit of a routine, one that you both look forward to, for various reasons.

The sex is always great, but so is the intimacy. He’d never say it out loud, but he gives himself away with the way his fingers dance along your arm. How his lips lazily press to your temple. The slow rhythm of his breathing as he completely relaxes under your touch.

After a couple of glasses of wine each, you’re both getting a little handsy & before you know it, your legs are spread wide, your hands tugging on his hair as his tongue piercing makes another lap around your clit.

“You taste sweeter than the wine tonight, doll,” he smirks against your inner thigh, plunging a finger between your folds as locks eyes with you, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit as you cry out.

Tamaki

He’s never watched one all the way through, so he’s thoroughly not a horror movie guy

But for you? He’d do anything. So when you said you wanted to watch nothing but scary movies for the night, he just agreed. He couldn’t say no to you.

Lucky for him, the scary movie marathon was a ploy to get extra close to him.

You made sure to wear your skimpiest shorts and your lowest cut tank top, sans the bra and panties, of course.

You’re pretending to watch the movie, but you’re secretly watching him drool over how your breasts look pressed up against his chest.

He’s too distracted by your cleavage and the way that he can see your ass hanging out of your shorts to even know what’s going on in the film.

All you have to do is sit up and arch your back, pretending to stretch your neck as you readjust, a soft groan leaving your lips.

And he’s on you, his lips catching yours as he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your ass tight as he ruts his hips up into you.

You moan, steadying yourself on his shoulders as you roll your hips on top of his, “Tama,” you mewl, “touch me, please..”

He groans, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls your top down, letting your breasts spill out as he cups them in his hands.

“You think it was a good idea to tease me, bunny?” He pants, slapping at your breast while he takes the nipple of the other one into his mouth, his eyes feral as he lets out a low growl, “I’m so hard it hurts. Guess who’s pretty little pussy I’m gonna take that out on?”

Kirishima

He’s so freakin’ cute, always

So excited to spend a night in with you and he’s pulled out all the stops

He’s ordered your favorite food, made popcorn, turned the couch into a bundle of blankets and soft pillows for you both to cuddle up in.

He remembers you mentioning one movie in particular, so he brings that one up first and takes his seat beside you, asking you if you’re all settled in before he hits play.

The movie’s good and he gets into it, even getting a little freaked himself, but he’s gotta be the manly one tonight, so he’s tightening his arm around you whenever you gasp or make any sudden movements.

When the movies over, you suggest he throw on one that he knows you’ve seen a million times over and he looks at you confused.

“Why that one? Don’t you wanna watch something you haven’t seen?”

“Nah, I just want something on as background noise for a little while,” you smile, running your hand up his thigh.

“Background noise for wha—ahh,” his jaw drops open as you slip your hand beneath his shorts, stroking his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, shifting his hips forward, lifting them up enough to slip his shorts off. “C’mere,” he pats his thigh, curling his fingers at you. “And turn around, pretty girl.”

You chew your bottom lip as you stand, turning to face away from him as you slowly remove your t-shirt. His hands reach out to grab your ass, spanking you once as he mutters a quiet, “Damn,” beneath his breath.

You glance over your shoulder, hooking your thumbs into your panties and ever so slowly bending over as you remove them, giving him a perfect view of your tight, wet pussy.

“Shit,” he swallows, marveling at the sight as he groans impatiently, grasping your hips as he guides you into his lap, “So fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he murmurs in your ear as his cock throbs against his lower abdomen, which you can feel as the base of it rests against your ass.

“Daddy,” you mewl, writhing in his lap desperately, “need you so bad.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, fisting his length to align it with your entrance as he guides your hips above his, letting you slowly impale yourself on his thick cock, a sinful moan spouting from your lips.

Hawks

You barely have the time to turn the movie on before his hands are on you, even though he promised to keep them to himself tonight.

He’s running them beneath your shirt, attaching his lips to any bare skin that he can see as he lays you down on the seat of the couch.

“Keigo, stop,” you giggle, playfully pushing against his chest, moaning as he sucks on the pulse in your neck.

“Mm, doesn’t sounds like you want me to stop, baby bird,” he’s all smiles against your skin, teeth grazing over your neck as he works his way lower, kissing along your collarbone. “We can watch the movie later, I promise.”

“You mean the way you promised that you wouldn’t do exactly this before the movie started,” you grin, carding your fingers through hair as you let your body relax.

“Okay, but I really promise this time,” he peels your shirt up over your head, continuing to pepper a trail of kisses between your breasts as he whispers seductively, “Please, mommy..”

“Don’t mommy me,” you sigh, your breath shallowing as your resistance wains, “It’s too late for you to be a good boy for me.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he murmurs against your belly, looking up at you though his lashes as he settles himself between your thighs. “I can be so,” he kisses your hip, tucking his fingers beneath your shorts to pull them down slowly. “So,” he kisses your other hip, swiping his tongue over it. “Good for you, mommy..”

You moan, tugging on his hair, earning a soft groan from him, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you smirk playfully.

“I doubt you’d put up with me otherwise,” he grins cheekily, getting up on his knees and leaning forward to kiss you as he removes your bottoms, panties and all.

“Shut up,” you breathe a soft giggle, “You know that I lo—oh, fuck,” you moan the last word against his mouth, arching your back as he slips two fingers into you.

“I love you too,” he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Mommy.”

Shouto

It’s a relaxing evening in for the two of you, the type that’s become common in your shared apartment.

Since you came to the realization that there’s a lot of classic movies that Shouto just hasn’t seen. Like a lot.

No wonder so many pop culture references just go right over his head.

So tonight’s agenda is horror.

And he’s handling it well. He doesn’t quite understand the choices that most of the protagonists make, which makes for fun conversation at the scream queen’s expense.

“Why would she go back into the house? Why wouldn’t she just run?” He asks, as if it’s obvious, because it is. To anyone who’s not in a horror film.

You’re laying on the edge of the bed, having moved to the bedroom as the night dragged on. His front to your back, both of you half-dressed to keep cool in the warm, summer evening.

A steamy scene appears on screen and you hear a quiet, “Oh” behind you before you feel the general heat of his left side grow warmer against your skin.

You subtly arch your back, pressing your ass against him as his hand finds purchase on your hip.

He exhales through his nose, his eyes closing as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of the shampoo lingering in your hair as he slips your panties down your thighs.

You reach back, tugging his boxers down enough to free his hardening member, stroking it languidly as he rocks his hips into your palm, kissing along the back of your neck, down to your shoulders.

You shift your hips back, lifting your leg enough to line his cock up with your entrance, moaning softly as he sinks into you with an earnest groan.

“Sho,” you sigh, reaching your arm back to push your fingers into his hair, angling his face towards yours as you look over your shoulder.

He closes the distance to kiss you slowly, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he rolls his hips against yours.

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