#anyway I think dip kisses are so cute

[crybaby-bkg]

you’re watching one of those old timey movies with Bakugou on the couch one night, snuggled into his side as you share a bowl of popcorn. he’s been complaining the whole time and you don’t blame him, but you can’t help but feel a little mushy as you watch the lead actor dip his wife before consuming her in a passionate kiss. you hum under your breath, grabbing another handful of popcorn as Bakugou groans dramatically beside you.

“How come you don’t dip me like that when we kiss?” you ask him, tilting your head so you can catch the way his jaw works, how his eyebrows screw down a little as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ corny.” He grunts, pinching your side a little when you huff under your breath. you don’t say anything else about it for the rest of the night, but Bakugou noticed how quiet you got, your deflated look momentarily before changing the subject to make fun of another bad part of the movie.

it’s been days, and you’ve honestly forgotten about the whole situation, which is why it surprises you at Bakugou’s sudden urgency when he stomps into your shared home. before you can even greet him, you take him in as he comes damn near charging at you. he’s covered in dirt and soot and grime, still wears his work boots that track footprints on your pretty floors, his mask pushed up messily into his hair as he comes at you with his hands out.

you squeak in surprise when he grabs you up, your whole world flipping, stomach dropping when you’re suddenly hovering inches above the ground. his face is close to yours, eyebrows drawn down, and you giggle in shock as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Katsuki, what the fuck are you doing?” you laugh, clinging onto him for dear life as he holds you there, staring down at you with this soft pout and even softer eyes. they search your face for a second before he grunts, ducking down to plant his mouth against yours.

“Shaddup and enjoy the romantic moment, dumbass,” he mutters, before fully pressing his lips to yours. it’s hard to kiss back when you’re smiling so hard, giggling against him as you kiss and kiss and kiss him until you feel his own grin and teeth clash against yours.

dramatically, Bakugou brings you back upright, fixing your clothes and pinching at your lips when he sees you about to talk again. you only smile as big as you can, murmuring, such a sap, as much as you can. he only huffs under his breath, kissing at your pinched lips before turning on his heel to take off his boots finally.

“My little romantic,” you coo at him as you follow him like a lovesick puppy. Bakugou only toes his shoes off with a cute frown at you, mumbling,

“Not a damn word about this, you sap.”

#idk what made me think of this #I had a connection and then forgot completely #anyway I think dip kisses are so cute #and he’s v much so a sap that I adore #okay gn I’ll post now and schedule again for later :) #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫

[lacefuneral]

sitting wistfully and imagining my hypothetical first dance at my hypothetical wedding with my hypothetical husband

#i think some of it (but not all) should be choreo'd #my sister's was choreo'd and it was very sweet and i think about that a lot #bc ok the thing too with cheoro? #it means you and your partner had the dedication to decide on moves together #and then to practice them over and over. together #workshop them together. because you love each other and have the dedication #laughed and helped each other up when one of you fell #a story is told there. you know? #anyway. i think the dance would start with us approaching each other from opposite sides of the room #and meeting in a vulcan kiss. and it would be like a iykyk. but also if you don't it still looks cute #i think we should dip each other at least once #i definitely want to be twirled a decent amount so my dress will spin #sighs dreamily hands on chin. etc.

[lovebugism]

soooo eddie hears or reads somewhere that birthmarks are where your lover from a past life used to kiss you

and as soon as he gets home he wants to make sure that in this present life r still feel this love and that the birthmarks remain the same until their next life together (ugh so cute 🥺)

i changed this up a wee bit but i hope u like it!! — you and eddie kiss birthmarks on the other for the next life (established relationship, fluff, 0.7k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie traces shapes on your bare back, a post-sex ritual of sorts. It starts out innocent, usually — tiny hearts and flowers and planets that you try hard to guess. It almost always ends with him signing penises onto your spine and laughing out loud every time you realize.

He’s doing it mindlessly now. Touching you just to touch you. His finger trails up your back, circles over your shoulder blades, and then falls back down again. “Did you know you have a birthmark here?” he wonders, breaking the honeyed silence of his tiny bedroom.

Your brows furrow as he traces some sort of outline between your shoulder and spine. “Do I?” you murmur, muffled into the pillow.

“I think so. It’s really faint.”

“Maybe it’s just dirt,” you joke quietly. You don’t see Eddie pull his hand away to lick his finger, but you feel the wet touch of it when it swipes over your back. “Ew, Eddie!” you shout.

“It’s not dirt,” he confirms, choking back a laugh.

“I’ve ever noticed it, I guess. I don’t think I’ve ever looked that hard back there. Like, ever.”

Eddie scoffs, almost in disbelief. “That’s a shame…” he murmurs. 

His finger is gentle and featherlight as it trails down your bare back, leaving chill bumps in its wake. His hand dips below the sheets covering the bottom half of you. His palm spreads unabashedly over your ass, wide and warm. 

“…’Cause there’s a real nice view back here.”

You lift a heavy hand to swat at the boy beside you. It collides halfheartedly with his shoulder. He laughs again. “What?! I’m talking about the birthmark, babe! It’s cute— I love noticing new things about you.”

“Don’t people say that’s how you died in a past life? Wherever your birthmark is?”

Your tired eyes open to find Eddie’s screwed-up face. “Does that mean someone stabbed me in the ass? In, like, the middle ages or some shit? ‘Cause that’s a fucking gnarly way to go.”

“Better than being stabbed in the back… Literally.”

Eddie settles next to you with a huff. He lays on his stomach and shoves half his face into the pillow next to yours, all but melting into the mattress. He keeps tracing the mark on your back with an absentminded touch, never anything but gentle with you.

“Wanna know what I heard?” he mumbles.

“Hm?”

“I heard that birthmarks are where your lover used to kiss you— you know, in a past life or whatever,” he confesses, like it’s a deeply held secret. Then he shrugs his milky white shoulders. “That’s what my mom used to say, anyway. And that woman was never wrong.”

You smile quietly to yourself. Eddie doesn’t talk about his mom very often. You feel a special privilege to be hearing about her now.

“I believe it,” you hum.

His contented grin blooms into something wider and more boyish. “That means someone might’ve been kissing my ass in a past life.”

“That’s awful,” you grumble with a scrunched nose. “Now, I have to give you a new one.”

“Choose wisely, princess,” Eddie lilts and turns onto his back. He spreads his arms out wide and beams when you lean over him. “My future depends on it.”

You don’t think very long. Maybe a moment or more. You press your lips to his chest, just below the faded tattoo on his pec and right over his beating heart. You smile when you pull away, all giddy like a teenage girl, and lay back down again.

Eddie’s chest sparkles with so much adoration it hurts. He laughs it off anyway. “Alright, cheeseball— It’s my turn.”

“You have to do it in the same place!” you argue in a tiny voice when the boy lays over you. He props his weight on his elbows and entwines his legs with yours. The heavy closeness feels like heaven.

“Why?”

“So we’ll have matching birthmarks! And then, when we’re in the next life or whatever, and we look like totally different people, we’ll know we loved each other.”

Eddie scoffs. “I’ll know.”

“How?”

“How will I know that I loved you?” he repeats, like the answer’s obvious and far too silly to ponder. You nod, and he shrugs. “‘Cause I have to. I can’t help it.”

Something warm blooms behind your ribcage. “And I’m the cheesy one?” you tease with a big, girlish grin.

“It’s your fault. You bring the worst outta me, honey.”

You laugh when he drops his head to your chest, pressing a kiss over your heart and lingering there. You pray it stains forever.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: bug turns one

[ningvory]

i have to share this thought : (i think about it on a daily)

sometimes i just randomly think about playing truth or dare with best friend! ningning and at first the dare/questions etc were normal but then it escalated to dirty things however reader is very inexperienced so she takes advantage of it, stealing her first kiss, making her eat her out, telling her she’s doing a good job

later you just become her little toy, she would use you in her sleep, use a fucking machine on you

i feel like ningning would be obsessed with reader’s tit, sucking on it whenever she has a chance

anyways that’s it you don’t have to reply! i just wanted to share it with you :)

OMG!?

parings: bestfriend!ningning x inexperienced!reader

synopsis: ning was your best friend who also had a thing for corrupting your innocence

warnings: college au, pussy eating, fuck machine, corruption kink, darcyphilia, fuck machine, somnophilia, scissoring, toys, overstim, dumbification, bondage, strap-on, face sitting, you’re so sensitive but ning’s so mean that she would overstim you on purpose :((

ningning was your best friend since forever! her friends were always confused on how you two even managed to be friends. ning was definitely the popular girl at school who went to almost every frat party, and you were the quiet girl at school, never attending parties.

but ning would definitely drag you to a few parties that would actually be exciting in her opinion! she would dress you in her clothes because she knew you definitely didn’t have any type of clothes for these parties.

ning would always put you in either a black skin-tight dress or a skimpy baby pink dress that would barely cover you up! ning would purposely do this, loving the way you innocently look at her, asking her if she could do your makeup! ning has spent countless nights fingering herself at the thought of sucking on your plush tits and taking away your innocence until she came!!

she decided to stop fantasizing about the dirty thoughts and make them a reality! summer break has started which meant you were free to leave campus and do whatever, you usually got a little summer job for a few bucks until school started back. your phone vibrated, indicating that you got a notification, you opened your phone to see your best friend send you a message.

‘hey babes!! parents left for a trip so sleepover at my house! <3’

once you arrived at ning’s house, she immediately pulled you into a hug making you squeal out and almost drop your bag! you showed up to her house with such a loser outfit, the complete opposite of ning’s outfit! she’s wearing her satin shorts that do nothing to over her up, along with a matching crop top.

“you’re such a loser, but it’s cute.” ning jokingly said to you, pulling you into her house.

ning would drag you to the living room, telling you to sit on the floor as she went to grab 2 red plastic cups and a bunch of different alcohols that her parents drink.

“let’s play truth or dare!” ning excitedly said as she sat down infront of you, placing everything she got from the kitchen to the side of the two of you.

you always said truth so her questions would be innocent at first, ning would ask stuff like if you ever had your first kiss or skinny dipped in a pool, yk shit like that but ofc you said no to all of her questions, you were so innocent it just made ning wanna make you a pretty slut for her!! the first time you said dare, ning dared you to kiss her.

you didn’t know what she meant so you kissed her cheek, thinking nothing of it but she would hold your head in her hands and began to kiss you so passionately, taking your first kiss!! the second time she dared you, she got a little bolder.

“i dare you to have sex with me,” she said as she began to crawl towards you with a innocent smile as if she didn’t just dare you to fuck her!!

you were struggling to say the words you wanted to say! you were so inexperienced, you hardly even masterbaited! but of course ning already knew you were inexperienced in this field so she would take it slow with you!! <33

ning would take her shorts and panties off and sit down on the couch behind her, telling you to sit infront of her on your knees. ning would tell you to take your shirt off as she spread her legs, revealing her dripping cunt to you!

ning would push your head to her cunt, telling you to eat her out, seeing how good you can please her before she teaches you. you were eating her cunny so messy!! kitten licking her cunt first then sucking on her clit and tongue fuck her hole, shaking your head side to side and up and down, her juices getting all over your face!! you were just so cute, doe eyes looking up and her and watching how she would moan and arch her back, moaning out praises until she squirted all over your tits!!

she would pull you up from your knees and kiss you again, tasting herself on your tongue as you were whining into her mouth when you felt her grope your tits, drool spilling out of your mouth as ning was controlling the kiss until you two were out of oxygen. she would pull back and watch how you were trying to catch your breath before she would tell you to take your panties off!! her mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting you.

ning would lay down and pull you on top of her after she reassured you that you weren’t gonna hurt her. she would bring your hips up towards her face and began eating your cunt out! once she stared, she really couldn’t stop! you tasted so good on her tongue she couldn’t stop lapping at your cunny! you would be moaning so much ontop of her, brain short-circuiting with tears rolling down your face, you were so sensitive!! her tongue on your poor cunny was too much so you tried to get off of her but she would force on her face and make you take it!! :((

later on it would be a regular thing, your own bestfriend basically made you her little toy to corrupt! ning would use you whenever she was horny or bored, she didn’t care if you were sleep! she would walk into her room where you were sleeping so peacefully and pull the blankets off you, revealing your naked body to her. she would takes her panties off and begin to rub her cunt on yours aggressively, she would be so mean to you on purpose!! she knew that your cunt was sensitive but she still did it anyway! the feeling would make you jolt awake and you would whine out to her and push her hips away, trying to get her off of you because you couldn’t take it!! but she wouldn’t do anything but pin you to the bed and begin to suck on your plush tits!! :((

ning would definitely be mean on purpose, whenever she wants to eat you out, she would tie your hands together behind your back and make you sit on her face, using her strength to keep you in place on top of her! you would cry out and plea for her to slow down but she would just go faster then she did before, making you ride her face as tears were falling down your face from the sensation!! :((

ning would tie you up to her fuck machine, using the biggest dildo she had and putting the machine on it’s fastest setting. she would be pounding into your cunt as well, with her 13 inched strap on, fucking you so well that you were letting out silent moans!! you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t even form a sentence as she was pulling orgasms and orgasms out of you, making you squirt all over her strap-on and the dildo! i think ning would also sit on your face, shutting you up because you were so damn whiny from the dildo abusing your drooling cunny, she would also pinch your perky nipples when you’re not doing it right!! :((

#ningvory #kpop smut #aespa smut #aespa x fem reader #wlw smut #aespa ningning smut #ningning smut #aespa ningning #♡.nabi’s asks #♡.nabi’s anons #♡.ningning

[izvmimi]

cw: self-indulgent. smut, minors dni. oral (fem!receiving). multiple orgasm mention.

it's once you tip over for the third time that night that the small, still semi-coherent part of you realizes you made a grave mistake.

you miscalculated - give your husband an inch, and he'll take a whole fucking mile (or whatever the equivalent is in orgasms).

a somewhat strangled cry leaves your throat, not unlike a cat yowling, one that cannot possibly be sexy, and you, from somewhere deep inside, find the wherewithal to swat izuku's face and hands away from you, losing strength as laps up the nectar that seeps from between your legs for the umpteenth time, the grip of his hands strong and steady around the fat of your thighs.

"s-stop!" you're nearly crying now, overstimulated, and heart racing in your chest, every part of you buzzing with electricity. you can feel him everywhere, even if the last point of contact is focused - a long, protracted swipe of his tongue from your taint to your clit. you gasp, and your hips buck again in his face, heels digging into the mattress as you try to keep yourself together. cumming again at this point might as well be embarrassing.

he pecks you right on the clit before pulling back and peering at you over your belly. izuku is kneeling now at the edge of the bed, grinning, the shine of his lips, sloppy with spit and other fluid, and you watch him warily as you try to catch your breath, wondering if he's some sort of demon.

"are you sure?" he asks. "you seemed to be liking it." his left hand squeezes at your ass cheek before he lowers you down so that your tailbone can feel the surface of the bed again. your heart still thumps in your chest, brain hazy enough that you can't remember half the shit you learned an hour ago.

... panic reaches you again when you realize that yes, in fact, an hour has passed.

"fuck, izuku, i still have work to do!"

he frowns, then leans over you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pins you down. he's painfully cute as you look up at him, but you know you can't fight your way out of his grip unless he lets you, and something about that can keep you wet in your panties forever.

he dips down low and kisses you, not without making sure that you come up at least a quarter of the way to meet his lips.

"i think you can take a break," he murmurs. he lowers his weight so that he's laying on top of you, and while he's heavy as he clings, it's a comforting pressure that you've grown accustomed to. he shifts his body so that he's not completely crushing you, and you tangle your legs with his, despite your protests that you need to leave.

you can hear a little bit of frustration in his voice and it stills you. he's a little clingier than usual, understandable since all you do is work and study these days, holed up in a little room, scribbling into a notebook by desk light until the wee hours of the morning. after a few months, he's grown tired of asking you if you were coming to bed every night, especially since you just end up flipping through flash cards under the covers after he physically removes you from your chair.

despite this, he's still tolerated your anxiety and dealt with your silence, outbursts and sensitivity to touch.

it's taken a toll on your relationship and you can tell.

your hands find their way into his hair, twisting the curls between your fingers. and you give in.

"fine, i think i'm done for the night anyway."

the second the words leave your mouth, he's back on top of you again, practically beaming.

you blink, in expectation, wondering how he can look so much like an actual puppy wagging his tail at you, green eyes bright and cheery.

"all night?"

suspicious, you start, "izuku... what do you mean-" but then he's rubbing his shaft right against your entrance again and you suck in sharply through your teeth. his eyelids lower as he watches you start to succumb to pleasure again, and in just a couple fluid rolls of the hips, he induces you to moaning his name again-

screaming his name really, when he bullies himself inside you, buries himself in deep, and reminds you that you can be stuffed full of things other than knowledge.

cock obviously, but also love and affection.

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #deku smut #daydreams: bnha #thoughts: izuku #mimidoriya #mimi's notes

[yanderemommabean]

Mama I would suplex a boulder for a follow up to the yandere virus post pls pls pls 🥺

You can’t even think. First you’re in the hallways trying to get to your own bed, now you’re being forced into kissing and swapping tongues with two very eager women whose hands are becoming more and more invasive and demanding. Phoebe was more aggressive about how she kissed you. Her tongue lapped and flicked the roof of your mouth and coaxed out near pathetic mewls and whimpers, while Sadie made it her job to steal you away when Phoebe needed to breathe. Sadies kisses were just as eager but not as intense, like she was savoring every bit she could. Both truly intoxicating in their own right. 

You can’t even bring it in yourself to fight. Something about all of this was intoxicating (as well as terrifying. You were sure even if you did fight harder, that shock collar would make this a lot worse. Perhaps it’s best to try and enjoy what you can?) Their touches were demanding, grabbing at you and roughly yanking your shirt off. 

“N-No” you stammer, trying to reach up and cover yourself but Sadie easily pins your wrist back down, shushing you softly as Phoebe begins to feel up your breasts. 

“Shh shh shh. You’re so pretty baby. So needy and desperate. Look how hard your nipples are already! Clearly you need us to help with this. You’re so pent up, kisses is all it took to make you like this” 

Your cheeks burn, your face feels like it was molten hot, and you hated that they were right. You couldn't exactly get off lately with the stress of school and the fact that, you know, they’re your bullies. You gasp wetly as Phoebe takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud, moaning in satisfaction as you feel your body tense and your hips raise off the bed. 

Sadie just giggles, sliding her hand down into the front of your panties. You were humiliated at how wet you had become, the slick stain on the fabric being all the proof they really needed that you liked this, even if you were fighting it. You can only cry out and gasp into their shared possessive kisses, Sadies fingers rubbing teasing and slow circles on your clit before dipping lower to feel your drenched folds, her middle finger circling your hole as it flutters. Phoebe placed her fingers into your mouth to hush you, her mouth working on your other nipple as she indulged herself in every noise you made for them. It’s a shame you have to be quiet this time, but once they’re able to, you’ll be moaning until your throat is raw. 

Phoebe crawls up to push you back into Sadies lap, grinning like a wicked demon as she looks you up and down. “I know we told Naomi we’d wait but…a little taste won't hurt right? I mean she’s so cute! Desperate and mewling like a little kitten, perhaps that's a better pet name instead?” 

You arch once again as Sadie begins to suckle and bite on your neck, her fingers pressing in faster circles as she teases your dripping pussy. You couldn’t form a singular thought, not even one of protest- as if your body wasn’t betraying you anyway. A choked moan leaves your throat as Phoebe slides down, holding your legs apart. She admired every mark and blemish on your skin, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh as he kissed up and down, from the apex of your hips to your calves, making herself comfy between your thighs as Sadie made sure your arms were held down tightly. “I think regardless she makes such a cute little pet. Look at how she writhes and cries out, she’s so sensitive! Naomi really needs to hurry up, she doesn’t know what she’s missing”. 

You try in vain to slam your legs closed as a last ditch effort to defend yourself, but with how easy they managed to do everything thus far? It was pretty much laughable. Phoebe just toys with your lips, dragging her finger up and down as she watches your hips twitch and your stomach tighten, her mouth watering. “Oh she’s missing such a pretty sight. Y/N’s so wet, I bet she could cum just from her nipples being toyed and played with! Oooh, does our puppy want to test that out? Or do you want something better?” 

You swallow, wincing as Sadie massages your breasts and bites into you again and again like she’s trying to brand you. Not to be a smart ass or anything but the collar more or less does that already. “J-Just, please, I-I” “Aww, don't be scared! You’re doing so well! C’mon” Sadie coaxes, her hands traveling down to also play with your pussy, watching as your hips act on their own to roll up against her hand as Phoebe watches with hunger and amusement. “You’re being so good, Y/N. You can keep being good can’t you? Just let us take care of you, melt all that stress away” 

“P-please!” you cry out, only to feel Phoebe grip your face and steal another kiss, her voice going low as she whispers in your ear “You’re cumming for us, one way or the other. If we have to tie you down with those wands and vibrators and drain you dry, we will. I suggest you behave unless you want to watch me lose my patience”. 

You make a noise of resentment and fear in the back of your throat, knowing that they were more than capable of having you tied down and at their mercy. You wince as both women begin to kiss up and down your body again, biting and marking wherever they wished, making you jerk and hiss when their teeth break the skin. 

Before Phoebe could pull away to threaten to act on that scenario she mentioned, having been impatient for your response, the door is knocked on and Naomi enters, a sultry smile on her face at the sight of you, barely clothed and clearly being enjoyed by the other two. 

“Well…I hope I didn't miss too much,” She says, locking the door and beginning to remove her outfit. She comes to grab your face, stealing a heated kiss that once again takes your breath away, only pulling away when she absolutely had too. Naomi admires you for a moment before giving Phoebe and Sadie a certain look, before saying “Well? What are we waiting for? It’s a three day weekend, so let’s get started” (-Mommabean, I hope you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't super spectacular I got some home stuff bothering me and I had to kinda rush! Still, this was fun!)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere lesbians #yandere female #yandere noncon #yandere dubcon #poly yandere #yandere smut #yandere lemons

[utterlyotterlyx]

Can I request something where Azriel has to pick up Nyx from school one day and thinks his teacher is cute & is very flirty with her?

Yes! Love this idea so much!

When I Kissed The Teacher

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - Feyre loves Nyx's teacher but loves playing matchmaker even more. After sending Azriel to collect Nyx from school one day after feigning a studio related emergency, she's very happy to learn that Azriel's affections are completely in the palm of your hand.

Warnings - none really, just cuteness all round

Feyre had always been worried about sending Nyx off to school, even though she believed Rhys when he told her that the schools of Velaris were the best in Prythian, she couldn't help but feel anxious that he wouldn't thrive.

Then she met you, and all of her worries faded away.

You were everything Feyre wanted in a teacher for her child, it had taken a lot of weight throwing to get him into your class, it was full to the brim of children from higher born families, only wanting the best for their offspring. Feyre wasn't even surprised.

It was clear how much you cared about your children, in nurturing them into intelligently creative creatures. Other teachers focused solely on the academics, but you had a passion for the arts, you said creativity helped children to find their passions and grow into more compassionate and joyful souls.

Nyx had run into her arms when she had come to collect him that first day, babbling on about what a wonderful time he had with you. Miss Y/L/N. Feyre had never seen such wonderment in his eyes when he told her in that broken infant language how great you were. Everyone's worries about Nyx becoming a shell had vanished.

The little thing had returned home with paintings, reciting poetry from your favourite passages; he had the desire to read, making different voices for the different characters like he had learned from you. Nyx was well and truly flourishing.

Feyre had insisted that you walk home with them one afternoon, since you only lived five minutes from the River House and it was on your route home anyway. From that walk, Feyre had learned much about you, that you were from Spring but left after being disowned by your family for wanting more from life than being married away to be used as a breeding tool. After that you had travelled the continent, making many friends along the way and opening your mind to the world before settling in Hewn City, only to be brought to Velaris on Rhys' orders because he had heard of your talents and passion and wanted it taking root in the children of his city.

The more you spoke, rambling on about art and books and theatre, did Feyre come to the realisation that a certain someone would be absolutely besotted with you. When you had hugged Nyx goodbye, ruffling his hair and telling him you'd see him in the morning, did Feyre begin to hatch her plan.

Azriel wasn't one for sunshine and rainbows, but even he had to admit that Nyx's and Feyre's gushings about you had him intrigued, even Rhys had commented on how sweet you were, seemingly very fond of how Nyx was excelling under your wing.

"Az, would you mind grabbing Nyx today? I have to head to the studio, delivery emergency," Feyre floated past him toward the door, a thin cloak fitted around her shoulders to protect her from the afternoon summer breeze that drifted along the Sidra.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," he waved Feyre from the house as she dashed down the path shouting over her shoulder what time to be at the school for.

The sun was beginning to dip in the sky but warmth still flew through Velaris, Azriel walked along the winding paths and up the hill to the school, the skittering sound of children's laughter filling his ears as he approached. Parents parted as he walked down the cobbled stone path, not wanting to graze against his wings with slight unease in their eyes. Azriel was used to it by now, the looks of disapproval, the slight fear in the people he passed.

The bell rang and birds shot to perch on the branches of the trees that surrounded the plush gardens teeming with bright flowers and wildlife. Children began to file out from the open door, grabbing their bags and running to their parents with wide smiles, excited to tell them what you had taught them that day.

Azriel spied the inside wall littered will paintings and cards, all addressed to you, as well as a wooden table filled with the gifts the children had no doubt made their parents purchase for you.

Then he saw you, and the Shadowsinger audibly gasped. There you were, dressed in a loose white blouse with stringed corset, an earthy brown skirt that fell to the floor covered in colourful handprints that reached your thighs, your hair was unbound and baby hairs whispered along the sides of your face.

You were sunshine. You were radiant.

Nyx's hand was curled in your own as you led him out of the classroom and Azriel could have sworn he'd never seen a brighter look on anyone's face as the little man searched the crowd, "Uncle, Az!"

Your gaze had also fallen on him and you drank in his smile as Nyx left your grip and hurtled to the Shadowsinger, his grin was large, showing off all of his teeth as he bent down and wrapped Nyx in his toned arms, laughing loudly and asking about his day before standing up.

"I don't think we've ever formally met," you held your free hand out, your other carrying Nyx's bag, "I'm Y/N, well, Miss Y/L/N."

You were as soft as summer rain, adoration in your orbs, and you radiated purity and grace. Azriel glanced at your outstretched hand, sliding his own into it and feeling a force of gravity will him closer to you, "So you're the one that has Nyx ready for school at the crack of dawn," he felt relief when you didn't recoil at his hand in yours, the hands that usually made people grimace, "Azriel," you giggled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your pointed ear.

High Fae.

"Guilty as charged," your voice was like butter, smooth and rich, the perfect balance of femineity.

"Can't say I blame him," he smirked at the heat that rose to his cheeks, at the sheepish smile that tugged at your lips.

"That's very nice of you to say," one of your students walked past you, waving goodbye, and Azriel watched you bend down and fix her jacket to her body, telling her to have a lovely weekend in the sun, "Nyx has had a lovely day today. He just keeps on flourishing, it's remarkable," you had told him once you had risen again.

"I'm sure anyone could flourish with you around. Must be the Y/N effect," he cocked his head to the side at your giggle, just happy to be able to examine the woman who had Nyx all excited every morning. Feyre and Rhys were right, you were remarkable. Like a rainbow rippling in a storm.

"Must be it," the birds jumped from branch to branch around you, like they wanted to keep an eye on you for as long as possible, flitting to the bird houses you had erected by the pond of ducks and in the trees.

"Would you like to walk home with us? Feyre mentioned that you didn't live too far from the house?"

Your mouth fell into the perfect o shape, "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You're not," Azriel smiled, looking down at Nyx, shaking his little hand and asking, "Is she, Nyx? Would you like Miss Y/L/N to walk home with us?"

"Yes!" Nyx shouted and you laughed, a laugh that made the edges of your eyes crinkle, you disappeared into the building, returning a few moments later with you satchel, locking the door and taking Nyx's free hand in your own after handing his bag to Azriel.

Azriel was positive that he'd never seen Nyx shine so brightly.

The walk home was full of light chatter, you made Azriel laugh more times than you could count, and Nyx was pointing out random things along the way, looking up at you for approval and tapping his feet on the ground when you nodded and smiled.

From the house, Feyre watched through the curtains as Nyx ran up the path, and kept watching as Azriel lingered behind, she wished she could hear what he was saying to you. But as you smiled, and blushed, and then nodded at the Shadowsinger who was kicking his feet like a schoolboy, she knew it was going well.

Strong arms wrapped around her midsection and her back hit a hard chest, his deep chuckle vibrated through him and his warm breath fanned against her ear, "Playing matchmaker again, darling?"

Feyre hummed with a gentle smile, accepting the peppering kisses over her shoulder as she watched you walk away, looking back at Azriel and waving before turning the corner, "I think this is my best one yet," she told Rhys, noticing the pursed smile on Azriel's lips and the faint pink tinge to his complexion as he followed Nyx up the path.

"I'm inclined to agree."

SO CUTE!

Thank you for the request! x

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — you think it’s cute how much your boyfriend seems to enjoy your cuddles.

warnings! none! sfw & ticklish lil spoon nagi, hes written as a pro football player in this. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i’m sorry i just had to get this soft lil scenario out of my mind <3

as big as your boyfriend nagi is, 190cm and looming — a pro football player with the physique to match, you thought it was cute the way he loved being little spoon.

there was something charming about it, about the way he always seemed to flop down next to you when you were lying in your shared bed — reaching blindly behind him until he can grab hold of your wrist and pull it around his waist instead. you push yourself closer and you hear the snowy haired striker sigh when your chest presses against his back, snug and tight.

“you sleepy, seishiro?” your voice is light, a little dreamy and it makes nagi’s eyelashes flutter with his next slow blink, nodding into his pillow as his hand stays wrapped tightly around yours to keep you in place around him. “was practice hard?” you ask again, squeezing your arms around your boyfriends waist and he shudders before he’s nuzzling himself even closer to you.

“eh, yeah. all the running is such a drag. jus’ wanna relax now.” his words are muffled from where his cheek is pressed against the pillow but you still hear him mumble something affirming under his breath when your hand traces under the hem of his shirt, letting your fingernails smooth along the plains of his toned abdomen as he whimpers. “hey, keep doing that. just for a while, feels sooo good.”

so you do, you push yourself closer until your lips are pressed against the dip of nagi’s shoulder, bathing the striker in featherlight touches along his chest and stomach until his breathing turns a little softer. your hands trace to his sides and he twitches slightly at the ticklish touch before he’s groaning and sending you a drowsy, lidded look and a pout from over his shoulder. “ah, that’s mean.”

“you’re ticklish?” you giggle as you press your lips into your boyfriends neck from behind and he presses back into you again before he’s turning to send you another look, one that you recognise as a wordless little request for a kiss despite the way his messy bed head rests along his features.

“nah, ‘m not.” nagi huffs against your lips when you lean in but he almost whines when you pull away a few moments later, his hand around your own squeezing slightly like he’s trying to bring you back into him. “why’d you stop? no fair.” he sighs followed by another pout and you can’t help but smile at how needy he seems to get when he’s sleepy before you’re giving him another.

“okay~” you sing into the next kiss but the tender moment only lasts a second longer before you’re deliberately swiping your fingers along your boyfriends sides again, laughing when it makes him jolt slightly followed by a long, drawn out huff.

“ow, y’re such a pain.” you feel nagi pull your hand away from him before his huge figure is turning to face you, sleepy features pulled into the cutest frown before his arms are looping around your waist and he’s pulling you close so he can nuzzle into the crook of your neck instead.

“you’re so mean!” you reply and you hear him grumble something into your skin when you pinch at his before its followed by a featherlight press of his lips against your collarbone, like he’s doing damage control despite the way your words were a joke. but he’s sleepy and you’re warm so he’s just trying to make you feel better anyway.

“don’t you want dinner?” you already know what the answers going to be so you busy yourself with brushing through his hair, making his eyes close softly as his lashes kiss along your skin with each of his slow blinks. his hands push under the hem of your shirt and you think it’s cute the way he seems to instinctively draw little shapes into your skin, wobbly hearts and little choki outlines that seem to grow messier the more he melts into you. but they keep his hands busy when he’s not playing video games.

“nah, jus’ wanna cuddle here for the rest of the day, ‘m comfy now so moving would be bothersome.”

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[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

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“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

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[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen Last Friday Night 🎡🍷

A/N : Was listening to Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) by Katy Perry and got his idea lmaooo : what enhypen do on Friday nights

Pairing : Enhypen X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Suggestive, kissing, making out, drinking, hickeys, grinding, streaking, skinny dipping, and i think that's it

Word Count : 870 Words

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung « "There's a stranger in my bed"

A hot stranger too, none other that Lee Heeseung. You probably met him during the party, but he was just so irresistible and hot that your lips found his in an instant, without even getting his name. The more you grinded against each other, the more desperate you both got, you grabbing his arm and leading him out of the crowd, taking him upstairs to your bedroom. Things probably got heated and you slept with him, despite not knowing him or his name. Which is why there's a stranger in your bed.

» Park Jay « "This a hickey or a bruise?"

Jay's probably the type to catch every girl's attention, which is why every party he goes to, there's girls throwing themselves at him. You didn't know that he came to your party last Friday, but when you saw him, you knew what everyone was talking about. You don't even know how you started kissing him, pushing him on a random couch before climbing on his lap and straddling him. You pulled away from the messy kiss just to kiss along his jaw and neck, knowing you're going to leave marks. He groaned as he felt you gently nip his neck, knowing you're marking him. And he was right. The next morning he woke up and as he freshened up in the mirror, he noticed all the hickeys you left. "This a hickey or a bruise? Oh, It's just a birthmark"

» Sim Jake « "We went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark"

No doubt that Jake, the cute, daring guy gets bored at the party. Which is why last Friday, he convinced you to leave the party and go streaking "It's dark anyway" he had said, finally convincing you. He took your hand, running to the nearest park which had a lake nearby. As you settled behind a tree, you two stripped naked before running down to the lake where you skinny-dipped. Thankfully no people were around to see two naked teenagers running around the park with no clothes on. As you made it to the lake, he pushed you in before joining you, splashing around in the water. It wasn't long before he pressed his lips onto yours in the dark, interlacing hands in the water. Maybe streaking in the park and skinny-dipping in the dark wasn't so bad after all.

» Park Sunghoon « "and we took too many shots"

Yepp, Sunghoon is the guy to have a high drinking tolerance and using it to his advantage when playing drinking games. His favourite is playing beer pong against you, knowing that he was better and you'd have to take multiple shots, a little too many shots. He loved seeing you in your drunk state, while he seemed not affected. He loves how drunk you laughs at every one of his jokes even his dad jokes which you claimed to be stupid. He loved how you messily tried to make out with him, loving the taste of alcohol on your tongue. It's not Friday night if you don't get drunk with Sunghoon.

» Kim Sunoo « "Pictures of last night ended up online"

Getting drunk with Sunoo and him taking a bunch of pictures of you or with you, unconsciously posting them online for everyone (including your parents) to see. Sitting with you in an empty corner where you two laugh about things and gossip even with drunk mindsets. He whips out his phone and open the camera, taking selfies of you two making funny faces and possibly even French kissing. When you're finally sober, you wonder how the pictures of last night ended up online, realising it was Sunoo and making a mental note to take his phone next time.

» Yang Jungwon « "Think we kissed, but I forgot"

You tend to get pretty drunk on a Friday night, especially at a party that you know Jungwon's going to be at. You remember meeting him and starting to chat before the alcohol kicks in and you don't really know what happened and what you did with him. He was definitely hot and you remember dancing with him, his hands on your hips as you sway to the music. You also think you kissed but you forgot, not really knowing, but assuming. Guess you're going to have to stalk Sunoo's insta for pictures.

» Nishimura Riki « "Yeah, we danced on table tops"

Another boy who gets bored pt.2. But he doesn't want to leave the party, so instead he makes it a fun party. He convinces you to join two tables together before he climbed on one of them and started dancing, everyone looking at him as he showed off his amazing moves. You decided to join him and he pulled you up, making you dance with him until he decided you're going to have a dance battle on the table tops. But it wasn't fair, he already had a small fan group of drunk teens who liked his dancing and you couldn't compete. You weren't the best at dancing, but you ended up dancing on table tops just for him.

Hello!! I hope you enjoyed reading and got the point of the lyrics thingy! Anyway, have a good day/night and remember that ily! <333

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[tragedy-of-commons]

composition

aventurine x gn!reader | wc: ~1k

He needs to go before he decides that he needs to stay.

tags/warnings: cute domesticity, but since it's aven it has to be a little angsty, skin drawing/inking, mentioned topaz

notes: standalone but i'm thinking of expanding on this universe in the future :3c sdfsdfsdf not happy with how it turned out but fuck it

The ballpoint tip of your pen glides over his hand, leaving another trail of red in its wake.

Aventurine watches with rapt attention. The intricate patterns of swirling ink that you insist on marking him with definitely make it harder to color-match an outfit - but he indulges the habit anyway. Perhaps it’s the artificially sweet aroma that’s typical of such cheap writing utensils; he’s now accustomed to the smell of chemically-grown raspberries while you use him as your canvas.

It’s tolerable, seeing you poke out your tongue in concentration while doodling with no rhyme or reason. Some strokes are thick and jagged, wrapping around the myriad of thinner ones to create a picture he can’t discern. 

(However, when you usually finish, you beam in satisfaction. He doesn’t peg you as the abstract type, but he wonders what you see that he can’t.)

His phone vibrates twice in his free hand. The new messages that grace the screen are of no surprise:

Topaz The booking’s confirmed. I handled it and was able to score us better rooms ✨

Topaz Cruor V is too cold to skimp out on the suites with thermal heaters. Now if you could just be on time for once, that’d make my job a LOT easier.

You hum, sage. “Time to go?”

Aventurine makes a show of examining your handiwork after you pull away from him. “Unfortunately, the IPC’s gains take precedence. Although, I could argue that dedicating my time to the arts is much more valuable in the long run.”

“Hah,” you snap the cap back onto the pen. “If you argue much longer, you could make somebody mad. Don’t let my silly doodles keep you, okay?”

There’s a sad smile on your face, and though it doesn’t deter him from leaving right now, he knows that he’ll count each star separating you from him while he sleeps alone on business. He’ll do so with his gloves off, fingers tracing over the faded curves and dips of red - theorizing how many rainstorms it would take to wash you from his person completely.

He finds himself hoping that he’ll never reach a consensus. Aventurine really hasn’t gotten any better at fooling the wide-eyed child clawing at his insides. 

“Yes. That Topaz is probably wishing unspeakable curses upon me right about now,” he lilts, the beginning of the end on the horizon. “See me off?”

“Don’t make it sound so grim,” you complain, “I’m just gonna miss you. You’ll be back on the 24th, right?”

You say it so casually. If he had any less restraint (or any more courage), he would let out a breathy laugh and then chase it with a kiss to your lips. In the past, honey-trapping had come natural to him when he was on assignment; wrapping an arm around the ambassador of an indebted planet, using the bells and whistles of his disposition to make friends with the right people.

You’re not any of that. You’re not any of that, and he knows. It would be pathetic if you knew how much sway you hold over him - how much sway that this pantomime of a relationship holds over him.

Though the scales are forever tipped in his favor, Aventurine finds that it’s woefully unfair. You appear as nonplussed as him; wordlessly letting him into your home at any hour, always cooking for two, and always decorating his skin with that accursed red pen. 

If that makes you cruel, he cannot begin to imagine what it makes him.

“Keen memory,” he brings himself to stand, “Wonder what changed.”

“My memory is fine, thank you very much.”

He cocks an eyebrow.

You flip him off. “Forgetting a few deadlines isn’t substantial evidence!”

Aventurine chuckles, ambling over to the table by the door. On it rests his gloves, which he pulls over his hands. If the ink stains the fabric inside, no one will be able to tell. “Then I’ll make sure to amass a comprehensive portfolio of ‘evidence’ while I’m gone.”

He’s already dressed and presentable for this assignment. In truth, he could have spared Topaz the headache of his tardiness, but what’s the job of Director without a little challenge? He’s sure it will count towards her experience and character, and you get to scribble on him without the constraint of time.

You pad over, embracing him tentatively. Aventurine dithers between pulling you closer and pushing you away, before he settles on doing nothing. His heart isn’t racing, but it feels too small and too big and too full of you. 

“That better be a promise,” you murmur.

(He smells raspberries. He can’t decide if it’s therapeutic or noxious.)

If he were a more selfless person, maybe he’d tell you that promises never go over well for him - that you shouldn’t bother with any of this. After all, ruling a gambler’s heart only serves to turn you into a bargaining chip.

But Aventurine basks in your warmth anyway, letting his shoulders droop. “If you’re so hung up about it, then why not?” 

His phone buzzes somewhere again, and he’s cold as you pull away. “Perfect. Good luck on your.. uh, thing! Tell Numby I said hi.”

“What is it with you and that animal?” he heaves a martyred (fond) sigh. 

You huff. “Warp trotters are cool, Aven!”

“Not when they mercilessly chew up your clothes.” 

Your demands for more information fall on deaf ears, because it really has become time to go. Interastral travel is bothersome, but not so much anymore - meaning that if he’s not at least an hour early, he’s inconceivably behind schedule. His own reasoning tastes acrid.

That note of something has been with Aventurine ever since he woke by your side, searching your sleeping expression aimlessly. He’d chased the feeling with coffee in one of your stupid mugs, a conversation about your too-bright dreams, and letting you scrawl all over him when he desperately needs to go.

He’s ferried past the door, another farewell echoing behind him before he starts walking. The idle images that plague his mind are of stained gloves, the interior of your bedroom, and the calendar in your kitchen with the date of his return circled in red.

You wave to him from the window as he turns the corner. 

He wagers he'll be back on the 24th. 

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[hyuckwrlds]

could I request a fluffy bf jaehyun joking around with jealous y/n hehe ❤️

>> double tap

wc: 601 what's after like?

“i didn’t know jungwoo was in spain,” you comment absentmindedly, looking over jaehyun’s shoulder as he scrolls through his feed.

he pauses, snorting slightly. “yeah, he told the group chat he was tired of us then booked the next flight out of here.”

you chuckle then, walking around the couch to fall into the space beside him. shifting to rest your head on his shoulder, you watch in silence as he opens up jungwoo’s profile and shows you his past few photos. “seems like he’s having fun though.”

you hum. “yeah, looks like it.”

jaehyun gets back to the most recent post and snickers again at his friend’s smiling face. after a second, he double taps the photo.

you blink, head lifting suddenly. “did you just—”

he meets your gaze. “did i just what?”

“did you just like his photo?”

he laughs; some short airy noise of sheer disbelief while his brows furrow. “yeah? does it matter?”

“no—” you begin, frowning. “well, i mean—you never like my photos.”

he gives you a look, and you're not sure if it’s because he’s judging you or thinking about judging you. you’re suddenly too aware of how ridiculous you sound now. yet another part of you thinks it's fair—in your past three-something years of dating, he’s maybe liked two of your posts. and that was because you made him like them yourself.

“babe,” he says, a hand falling to your thigh in reassurance. “i literally choose the photos you post.”

you let out a breath. “i know, but still.”

a few seconds pass and his lips start to curl into a grin. “c’mon, don’t be like that. tell me you wouldn't like his posts too. look at him. he’s too cute.”

you reach over to smack his leg and he laughs. tossing his phone aside, he wraps his arms around you, a dimpled smile on his face.

“i’m kidding,” he chuckles, squeezing you tight as his head dips into the space between your neck and shoulder. “sorry, i didn’t know you cared so much about a double tap when you're the one dating me.”

“i don’t,” you pout, giving him another soft slap on the back when he pinches your sides. “but are my posts not cute enough to meet your criteria? am i not cute?”

“not when you’re getting jealous over jungwoo.”

“i am not jealous of jungwoo,” you huff, attempting to wrestle him off of you. his grip doesn't lessen and you blame all the time he spends at the gym. “i’m just wondering.”

“sure,” he coos sarcastically, beaming. “but just so you know, i wouldn’t be dating you if you weren’t cute. i love you the most. way more than i do jungwoo.”

he pulls back slightly to look at you and you feel your face burn under his gaze. why you’re suddenly shy, you have no idea. when you turn away, he laughs again.

“see?” he pokes your cheek. “cute.”

flustered from the slight onslaught of attention, you exhale a long breath. “i get it. anyway—”

“anyway,” he parrots teasingly. “you’re the cutest ever and i love you.”

with that, you finally surrender to his hold, leaning your head gently against his. strands of his hair tickle your cheek and all you can think about is how much you love the scent of his conditioner. you feel him press a kiss to your temple.

“i love you too,” you reply, and oh how you mean it.

“sorry i never like your photos,” he says after a moment, reaching for your hand.

“i guess i’m too busy liking you in person.”

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Task Force 141 with a Small/Flat Chested Reader

[Task Force 141 x F!Reader]

[Warnings: I mean, I talk about tits what more can you expect? It's pretty NSFW, so MINORS GET OUT.]

[AN: iykyk, yk? Anyways. Love the IBTC just bc I think that's cute and I'm in a mood to show this community love <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Captain John Price

I think he has a slight size kink, not too big but small tits play into it. Yes ofc he loves all tits but small tits just look so lovely to him. If you wear any bras or whatever, he's staring for the outline. The same thing if you don't wear anything, he might catch a glimpse of your nipples poking through and he likes that. Won't outright say it though.

Loves whenever you wear low necklines, like v necks, scoops, things that show off your chest.

If you wear long necklaces that dip in between? ohohoh. He can't help but stare and whisper the dirtiest things in your ear.

I think he really liked to hug you from behind and playfully rub his hands upwards from your stomach to your chest.

Isn't it cute how his whole hand can envelop them? He really likes to grope you. Especially laying in bed and he spoons you, hands come up? Boom, gotta grab the titty.

Absolutely feral over them. Any insecurities get washed away by how much he wants to touch you and how he compliments you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I feel like he's a huge thigh guy but your tits are pretty hot to him. Thinks they're super elegant with the way they fit in certain clothes.

He stares. He cannot stop staring. He's feel his face heat whenever you catch him and he covers it in the dorkiest ways possible.

Idk I feel like he's really,,,, silly? With the way he loves your tits. Can't really explain it but just know he's kinda silly.

I think he loves to rest his head on your chest and take naps. But he'll also start kissing just to get you flustered.

He gets pretty sad if you get sad or feel any self doubt over your tits. He really loves how they fit you and how they look once clothes come off.

He has a special love for whenever you wear cute bras or bralettes, whatever makes you happiest I guarantee he's in love with.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He's super immature about the way he loves your tits. Like, wolf whistles whenever you wear something a little more revealing, makes raunchy comments, it's gotta make you bashful because he thinks that's cute.

Love love loves to suck on your nipples. Like, I don't know he strikes me as a strong titty guy and small tits make him feral.

He'll bite gently because his bitemarks on your tits make him blush. Big on squeezing and generally worshipping that part of your body. And like Gaz, he just LOVES to stare.

Though I think he doesn't actually like the long necklaces? And it's not that he doesn't like that but rather he thinks they detract from your chest just a bit.

He's the world's best hype man. Feeling insecure? Societal standards telling you that you need more? No worries, he's gonna squash all of that in a heartbeat.

You ever see that one vine that was like, 'take them titties out bc I'm trying to see them?' He's,,, the embodiment of that. Good luck ever wearing a shirt for more than a few hours around him when you're relaxing together at home.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

yeah idk about you guys but I think Ghost has HUGE size kink. And to be fair, he kinda looms over everyone but your small tits really put his size kink into high gear.

He's always going to be cupping, rubbing and sucking your tits or at least dreaming about the moment he can again. Loves having you underneath him so he can watch your chest rise and fall, see every part of you but focus on your nipples especially.

He likes how you look in outfits as well, they accentuate your body and make you look gorgeous to him. Also a big fan of necklines that go low. But he also enjoys knowing he's the only man who can touch you there.

Loves when you lay on top of him to cuddle. Something about your chests pressed together is intimate and romantic to him? He wouldn't call it romantic, more like relaxing. He likes physical touch but it takes a while to get there.

Thinks aesthetically, that you're gorgeous. I think he sketches in his spare time, I can't actually remember if that was,,, confirmed or not? maybe I'm hallucinating but he sketches in his spare time and he's drawn your chest before.

He thinks you're beautiful. No part of you needs to change or bend to societal pressures. Insecurity tends to melt away when you're with him because he just... gets you. Knows what to say and how to say it in such a way that it's comforting and sweet.

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[rubyreduji]

🧸omg!! congrats on 1 year of your blog AND hitting 3k, that’s amazing.

i’ll go for the drabble: some cheol smut that’s very lovey dovey and sweet and then he makes you cum so fucking hard you literally can’t stop shaking and you reach out for his hand and he holds it and… damn. anyways, go wild.

congrats again!

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summary: your boyfriend just wants to help you celebrate your job promotion in the best way he can think of

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, soft sex, cheol is a sweetie, oral (f. rec), minor orgasm delay wc: 1.7k an: this is so cute :((( i love you choi seungcheol

“C-cheol!” You stutter out, your breath getting caught in your throat. Below you, your long time boyfriend has his face buried between your legs, his tongue teasing your slit.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises before dipping his head back down to continue teasing you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently causing waves of pleasure to roll down your spine. Your fingers bury themselves into his blond locks, tugging a bit by accident. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, his lips humming at the feeling, vibrating against your clit.

Your boyfriend has been teasing for you nearly thirty minutes now with touches that are not quite enough to get you off. You can’t even be mad at the man though, his lazy smile and soft eyes convincing you that he’s doing this for your benefit.

Seungcheol convinced you that you two needed to celebrate your new promotion at work, so he took you out for a nice dinner, but when you got home he told you he had another gift for you. That’s how he led you to the bedroom before unzipping your dress and starting to trail kisses across your skin. Now here you are, laying on your back, legs parted, being tortured by the man as he keeps what you want most just out of reach.

Seungcheol’s lips tug at your clit one final time before he leans down further to push his tongue into your entrance, collecting the arousal building up on your folds. His tongue explores your insides, brushing up against your walls and causing you to gasp and whine.

“Se-eung-ch-cheol,” you draw his name out. “S-stop teasing.”

Even with his mouth against you, you need more, too worked up to be satisfied by anything but his cock. For a moment you wonder if Seungcheol can’t hear you, or he’s just ignoring you, his lips making out with your cunt, but then he places a final kiss against your folds and pushes himself up.

You flush at the sight of Seungcheol’s full face, his hair mussed and his chin shiny. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks at you. “I was having a good meal down there,” he says and you flush even harder. “But if my baby needs my cock, then she’s going to get my cock.”

Seungcheol stands up and pushes his boxers down his legs, letting his stiff cock pop out of the restraints. His tip is already red and leaking and you’re sure he was rutting against the bed while eating you out. Your boyfriend crawls back onto the bed before pushing your knees apart and slotting himself in between them.

“Ready for me?” He asks in a soft voice and you nod.

“Yeah,” you tell him, matching his soft voice, knowing he likes verbal confirmation to proceed. Seungcheol smiles at you and presses a quick kiss to your lips. 

He shuffles forward a bit so he can line his cock up to your entrance, his tip pressing against your entrance. You give him one final nod and Seungcheol starts to push in, slow and steady, giving you time to adjust to his size.

“Still doing good?” He asks you when he finally bottoms out.

“Yeah,” you breath out, enjoying the stretch of your walls around his cock. You shift your hips a bit, moaning as his tip bumps against your cervix. “Can you start moving now?”

“Of course.”

Seungcheol’s hips pull out of you slowly, before pushing back in, this time at a quicker pace. He continues to do this until he reaches a steady pace, just perfect to continue stimulating you but not too fast that it’s brutal. You let out quiet pants as he fucks you, the nerves in your body buzzing with pleasure. Your eyes close as you tilt your head back slightly, exposing your neck to your boyfriend who quickly takes the chance to lean down and press kisses to the span of skin.

You lift your legs and wrap them around Seungcheol, pulling him in closer. His body is warm and you appreciate his solid form to hold onto, keeping you in the moment. Seungcheol pushes his face further into your neck, kissing and sucking all over.

Sex with your boyfriend is always perfect, but then again your boyfriend is perfect too. Seungcheol’s grip on you isn’t too tight, his fingers just firm enough to have a hold on you without bruising or hurting. His cock digs into you with a gentleness to it, making sure not to bruise your cervix with too intense thrusts. You know that you never have to worry about Seungcheol in the bedroom, as you’ve never known someone as attentive as him.

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Seungcheol whispers to you as he kisses at your chest. “I love being able to see you like this. My angel.”

Your body feels hypersensitive from all of the previous teasing, and your boyfriend’s words don’t help any. You grip onto him harder, rolling your hips up into his thrusts.

“Cheol,” you mutter, “I need more.”

“More?”

“More. Please.”

Seungcheol hums and grabs your thighs before pushing them up to your chest. The new position gives Seungcheol a better angle to dig his tip into your g-spot and a part of you feels light-headed at being man handled and pressed in half.

To pair with the new position, Seungcheol starts to increase his pace and power, his cock now sliding in and out of you harder and faster. You’re not sure how Seungcheol does it, but your boyfriend is able to keep his sweet demeanor as he rams himself into your pussy.

“God, you look beautiful,” he tells you. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. You like it when I tell you how gorgeous you are?”

You break eye contact with the man, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “You know I do,” you mumble.

“No need to be shy, angel.” Seungcheol tilts your head to look back at him. “There’s no shame in admitting you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet.”

“Seungcheol,” you whine.

It truly is a talent for your boyfriend to make you feel so bashful while holding you in a position so lewd. The sound of his balls slapping against your cunt can be heard as well as the slick sound of your arousal. Seungcheol acts like it’s normal though, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your chest.

As sweet as the moment is, your body is screaming at you to reach your high. Normally you can last a bit longer, but Seungcheol’s teasing was a little too much earlier and you’ve been restless since. You reach up to cup your boyfriend’s face in your hands, kissing him deeply before pulling away right after he just gets into it.

“Cheollie,” you put on your cutest voice, “I need to cum.”

“Buttering me up?”

“Please? You just feel so good in me, it’s hard not to.”

You’re glad your boyfriend has a weak willpower, especially when it comes to you, and you internally celebrate when he starts to fuck you even harder. You finally allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure, throwing your head back and arching your back, letting your moans flow freely. You weren’t even sure it was possible, but somehow Seungcheol feels even better now, your pussy delighted at the new pace.

You feel Seungcheol shift you two around a bit, before placing his thumb over your clit. He rubs at the bud frantically, shooting jolts of pleasure through your veins. You’ve quickly turned into a mess, practically drooling as your mind gets more lost in the feeling. Your body tenses up in tandem with the coil deep in the pit of your core. It tightens and tightens until it can’t anymore, finally releasing and breaking the dam.

You scream out as your body starts to tremble, your orgasm hitting you harder than expected. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as your vision starts to white out. You blindly tap your hand around the bed, until Seungcheol finally connects your hands, his large hand enveloping yours as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing motion.

“You’re okay baby, you were so good for me,” he coos at you. He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to it before squeezing it tighter. His other hand rubs at your clit softly still, helping you work through your high.

After what feels like forever, your body finally calms down and you slump against the bed. Your breath is still shallow as you bury your head into the pillow. Seungcheol leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You okay, angel?”

You nod. “Yeah. Thank you. Felt good.” You lay there for a few more moments until you can think semi-clearly. It’s then that you realize something. “Did you cum?”

“Uh, no,” Seunghceol admits with a chuckle. “It’s okay though–”

“No, shh,” you mutter. You sit up slightly and notice Seungcheol’s still hard and leaking cock. “C’mon here.”

You direct Seungcheol’s lips, kissing him softly. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to deepen though, Seungcheol licking into your mouth. As he explores your mouth, you reach down and grasp his cock in your hand, starting to pump slowly.

Seungcheol’s hands roam around your bare skin as you quicken your pace, giving extra attention to his head. You can feel Seungcheol’s dick twitch in your hand and you know he’s close. You press into his further, kissing him as hard as you can as you dig your thumb into his slit. That’s all it takes to get him groaning, his seed spilling over your fingers as his cock spurts liberally.

Seungcheol’s breathing is labored as you milk him dry. When he’s finally done cumming you reach over to the bedside table to grab a tissue to wipe off your hand and his cock.

When everything is cleaned up you flop back down in bed, your body still exhausted from your own intense orgasm. You feel Seungcheol’s body slide in behind you, spooning you in his arms as he presses a kiss to the tip of your ear.

“Not a half bad way to celebrate your promotion, eh?”

You snort but still grin. “Yeah, not half bad.”

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[ch-4-eri]

Slumber Party — Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield.

female!reader X jill & claire.

warnings: smut 18+ threesome (ish), oral, choking, cursing (a lot of it) slight bullying, idk if i miss anything let me know.

this is so random but, it is what it is.

you’d made your way into claire’s small apartment, two friends hanging out with each other, along with jill valentine.

you recently had met them both, the girls were so nice to you and welcomed you to their houses occasionally, just a fun hang out, eating and gossiping about people at work.

but what you didn’t know is how infatuated jill and claire were with you, it was a mutual obsession with you really, you were absolutely breathtaking and they both agreed on it.

but that’s not just the reason they were friends with you, not only were you beautiful, but so loyal, and a good friend anyway, it was the whole package. and the girls just fell for you even more.

jill and claire weren’t even girlfriends, they just kissed occasionally and always made gay jokes together, even in front of you, you’d laugh it off and call it a day but jill and claire meant every word when they’d compliment your clothes or your hair.

all of this was obvious now that your back was placed against claire’s chest while she hugged you on her bed from behind, your legs spread for jill.

you had no idea how you ended up in such a position, but it was one comment that made the girls just manipulate you to it, and you weren’t even mad.

claire’s hands went up your thin shirt that hugged your body so beautifully while jill undid your jeans.

“lookin’ pretty..” she whispered, chuckling. claire joined.

it felt like that moment in high school where two girls were laughing at you because they were judging you with that passive aggressive attitude, high school girl giggles, only this time it was more embarrassing and awkward than it was at school when you were laughed at for a stupid haircut that didn’t flatter your features.

your pants were completely off now that the giggles subsided, but claire and jill often laughed at something while you were in such a compromising position and it was so horrible.

“look— look at the cats..” claire giggled, grabbing jill’s attention as she threw your pants on claire’s bedroom floor, she immediately broke into laughter as your face went red at the underwear you were wearing, it was white with multiple cats on it.

to be fair you weren’t expecting this would happen.. so the choice of underwear was a little undermined.

you went to sit up but claire only grabbed your right breast and pushed you back into her chest while her and jill continued giggling. “you’re darn cute.” jill cooed, placing a hand to your thigh as she went closer to your crotch, getting a better look at your panties.

“meow.” claire mumbles which made jill laugh even louder, you were tongue tied, this was so humiliating. at best.

“oh come now, claire. she’s too red.. give her a break.” jill says, letting her hand palm at your pussy, sending your back arching, letting out an exhale.

jill’s face twisted in satisfaction, letting the heel of her palm repeat that same movement, your mind spinning as your head was thrown back into claire’s shoulder.

“you saw that? she likes it.” claire chuckled again, keeping her hand at your breast, giving it a squeeze.

“hm, i saw.” jill was so amused at your sight like this, just letting this happen, it was cute, and she wondered if you ever thought of it, since you’re so welcoming to it.

“how good do you think she tastes?” jill asks, her eyes focused on claire like you weren’t even there. “hard to say.. it could be bad… could be good.” claire teased, letting her other hand grab your other breast, squeezing you tighter as you moaned softly.

“fuck off.” jill rolled her eyes with a subtle scoff at the redhead as she dipped her head to kiss the inside of your thigh, making you twitch and squirm, both of the girls straining you into the mattress as your eyes closed in pleasure.

you were already sweating, the heat in your stomach was unbearable, your underwear so soaked. and while jill had her head buried into your thighs, claire was consoling you, watching your every arch, every breath you took and moan you let out, even the times you held your breath.

jill finally pulled your stupid kitten printed panties down your legs, watching you dripping into claire’s bedsheets.

“ah, bad girl… already ruining the sheets.” jill scolds teasingly. making claire gasp. “stupid little bitch better clean it up later.” claire giggled, wiping your forehead with a hand.

you were about to utter something as pathetic as you felt, jill moved to place herself between your legs properly, the heat of her mouth reaching your core deliciously, licking you up to get a taste before she moaned in pleasure.

“oh fuck me… she tastes amazing.” jill mumbled to claire. “you’re kidding..” claire adds, grabbing your breasts tighter.

“mmm.. so good.” jill whispered, letting her mouth engulf you as she made a noise that vibrated through you, making you let out a loud scream.

“we got a screamer here.” claire jokes, making jill laugh into your core as you close your eyes shut and let out another scream, your toes curled and inner thighs spasming.

claire continued laughing at your screams and heavy breathing, but she was so jealous she wasn’t the one tasting you..

“jill, come here.” claire suddenly announced, tugging at jill’s short hair, pulling her away from your wet pussy that was already crying for her.

she pulled away with a pop, her drool and your juices sticking to her lips and her chin. claire didn’t explain what she wanted she only grabbed jill into a kiss, her tongue swirling to get a taste of what you taste like. then pushed her back, goddamn.. jill was right, now she was even more jealous.

“what do you think?” jill chuckled as soon as they finished kissing, you watching them in the middle. “you’re a tease.” she rolled her eyes, jill pulled her hair back behind her ears and went back to the position between your legs, opening your legs for her to stick her tongue inside of you again, twitching at the sudden contact.

“can i also get a round?” claire whispered into your ear, her hands grabbing at you desperately, her voice soft and quiet only for you to hear. “please?” she begged, her lips finding your neck, biting on it.

“claire.. mmph-fuck..” you moaned, your body shaking, with claire biting on your neck and jill shoving her tongue into your gummy walls, you’re an arching moaning mess as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“moan my name again princess..” she whispered, letting her hand grab at your neck. like she was desperate for you to focus on her and ignore jill but your heart was set on both, you were dying and they were both saving you.

“claire.” you moaned, your voice choked as she squeezed your neck softly, but as claire stole your attention for now, jill hummed inside of you, making you scream once more.

“fuck you.” claire cursed at jill, it was a back and fourth between them now, whoever gets to steal your attention or your moans, until you were crying out, your tears staining your cheeks, overstimulated and fucked out dumb.

“jill— m’close..” you sob, your legs closing in on her as she kept you spread with her strong grip. at the mention of jill’s name, claire pinched your nipple, making you jump and cry out as she wrapped an arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.

jill sucked at your clit, her tongue and nose making you so close to the edge as you wanted to focus on the feeling to grab that orgasm already but every time you did, claire would take it away from you and make you on edge every single time, you were exhausted, the knot in your lower stomach so ready to snap but you can’t get to it.

“you wanna cum, huh?” claire asked, her tone jealous and evil like she’d never let you do that, even though jill was trying her hardest to get you to cum on her tongue. “claire..please.” you moan, but as soon as you did, you grasped at it, that feeling you were chasing for the past thirty minutes now, your cum gushing down jill’s throat as she chuckled into your core, finally getting her way and not claire’s.

“i hate you both.” claire rolled her eyes as you were catching your breath, your cheeks wet.

jill licked her lips and lifted her head up, “you’re so mean.” jill spoke as she stood on her knees and watched you take your breath, wiping your cheeks with her thumbs.

“she’s so out of it.” claire mumbled, sliding a finger down the hickey she left on your neck, “it’s your fault.” jill joked, shrugging.

“you okay?” claire asked in concern, but you nodded, the feeling was so good, of course you were okay.

“nobody dies from a good orgasm.” jill reassured her, but also dressing you, rubbing your thigh in comfort as you sat up in claire’s arms.

“you did good..” claire says, the first time she was nice in this whole sitting as she kissed your forehead.

“thank you.” you finally spoke, your cheeks flushed and you weren’t vibrating. “when’s my turn?” claire asked which made both you and jill burst out into laughter, yep she’s so jealous.

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