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aaagustd · 9 months

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and my man, thank you to my man | jjk

pairing: dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader

genre/rating: smut, mature/explicit

warnings: he’s not her sugar daddy but… he pays her bills, fingering, p*ssy eatting, slight Dom/sub undertones, begging, denied orgasms, jungkook is a dealer so there's some stuff about that, hating a** roommate, most of this is a flashback

wc: 757

release date: july 29th, 2023; 10:38 pm est

note: not edited bc i’m kinda trashy tonight lol. this is based on the latto meme/tik tok from her speech. “and my man, thank you to my man” lol. yeah, that one. anyway, another cute relationship drabble from me before i slip into my real writing style. honestly, these are just practice for me lol. div cr.

series m.list | main m.list | ao3 version

“Wow. A new MacBook?”

With an eye roll, you brush off your roommate’s obnoxious teasing. Every time Jungkook buys you something she can’t wait to bring up that you’re fucking your weed man.

“Yup,” is all you reply.

But today she’s just got it out for you.

“Hm, how long were you on your knees for that one?” she smirks.

Instead of getting mad, you take a break from your work and sit back on the couch, gracing her with a mischievous smile. She has no idea how far off she actually is.

“You taste better when you’re desperate.”

Jungkook moans his words into your pussy, edging you closer to a long-awaited orgasm.

Your hands fist strands of his wavy hair, hanging on for your dear life as he continues to mercilessly sucks your pulsing clit.

“Fuck. Please let me cum. I can’t—”

Jungkook chuckles as he lifts his head.

“You can cum, but you know what you have to give me first.”

Your withers and contorts within his hold, his strong arms pinning you down so you can’t run from him.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” he coaxes.

There’s nothing sweet or innocent in his tone. It’s all driven by the eagerness to break you. Your stubbornness has always been his pet peeve, and he knows that you’re willing to lay here and suffer than give him what he wants.

“This isn’t fair!”

Your cries mean nothing to him as he teases you until you reach your peak, only to let the momentum fade away. Sweat begins to form on your skin, and your body begins to tremble with need. You’re close to giving in, but you still hold on with everything you have.

“Shit, Jungkook! Don’t you get tired?”

“Fucking right,” he scoffs. “Tired of your bullshit.”

You can feel his fingers tracing your slit, indicating your impending defeat. Once they slip into your pussy, he’ll control you like a puppet.

“Fuck,” you sob.

He shushes you, then dips his digits inside of you.

“I know, baby. Just let go. It’ll be alright,” he whispers.

Those words paired with the pads of his fingertips touching your spot leave you mumbling a breathless mess.

No longer caring about your pride — tears rolling down your cheeks — you utter the words he’s been expecting since earlier.

“I’m sorry!” you confess. “I should have told you.”

You can smell the satisfaction emitting from his body when he hears you speak. Only then does he take you to the finish line. Your body is taken over by a wave of hot pleasure, freezing your body where it lies on the messy sheets.

Jungkook praises your submission, and licks your sensitive cunt until there’s not a drop of arousal left over. Kissing his way up your exhausted body, he smiles as he reaches your lips.

“Was that so hard?” he teases.

“Shut up.”

When he lies beside you, you roll over and allow him to wrap his arms around you. He rests his chin on top of your head while he talks to you.

“Why are you scared to ask me for stuff?”

You shrug. “It’s not as easy as you put it.”

“I’m not the kind of guy that fucks you and leaves you to fend for yourself. The sooner you realize that the better, baby.”

“I know. It’s just taking me a while to get used to that,” you express.

“It’s all good. I just gotta do a better job at making you see how serious I am about you.”

But he didn’t need to. You understood once he said it.

You can tell by his approach that it’s not about throwing money around. He does small things like checking your car for anything weird, asking about your day and actually allowing you to vent, and just being there mentally and emotionally; along with physically.

Nobody is there for you like he is. He doesn’t just come in and fix the problem, he helps you figure it out and if you need help he offers.

He’s been to hell and back with you dealing with your old laptop, and he finally gave up on it yesterday. So no, you didn’t spend a second on your knees for it. But you will be on your knees tonight.

Your poor miserable roommate will just have to rub her sour pussy to the sound of Jungkook getting his dick swallowed.

“I’m glad you reminded me about that,” you beam. “He’s coming over tonight. I need to thank him for my gift.”

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g0niki · 3 months

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camera's on ── y.jw p.js

pairing: bf!jungwon x afab!reader x classmate!jay

word count: 3.4k+

content: no protection (wrap it up 😓), oral (m&f receiving), light mxm (ooo they're both boys,,ooo and they're kissing), exhibitionism, jay is a little mean, jw is a little dumb, recording. i think that's it

a/n: another late-night banger, wrote this at like 4am and barely proofread it because i'm just a girl 🤷. lmk if anyone wants a part two!

“shit shit shit-“ won wasn’t giving you a single break, his hand rested on top of your head as he pushed your head down into the pillows. his hips repeatedly thrust in and out of you, knocking the air out of your lungs each time as you stare back at your reflection through his phone camera.

the camera quality was shitty, blurry, and shaky, jumping any and every time won’s pelvis came in contact with your ass, but to won you looked angelic. he didn’t care how ‘bad’ it was, he could see your face red and stained with tears while also being able to see how good you took him. what he did not like was just how much the setup would come crashing down, like now.

“wait wonnie-“ jungwon throws his head back in frustration, already knowing what words were going to come out of your mouth “it fell again...” won pulls out, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he crawls off the bed again to grab the small device, hand running through his hair in frustration. you sit up, pulling the blankets up to cover your figure.

“we can try again another time…” jungwon holds the phone in his hand now, his hand coming up to push your hair back and cup your face. he sees the slight pout on your face, knowing you haven’t gotten the chance to finish yet. he looks down at his erection, not as hard as it was before but still there.

“let me finish you off baby,” tossing his phone to the side and tugging the blanket off of you. he grips your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the bed, kneeling between them and immediately getting to work. his tongue pressing flat against you and licking from top to bottom before inserting his muscle inside you and using his right hand to massage your clit. another failed attempt at completing one of his sex list goals, but that doesn’t mean he was going to leave his princess high and dry once again.

jungwon continues to practically make out with your cunt. burying his face in your warmth and moving his fingers from your clit and to the outside of your entrance, gently pushing two of his digits inside and feeling around the space. you can hear the slurping sounds he makes, knowing it’s messy and that his face is coated in your essence yet unable to bring yourself up to look. too overcome with the feeling of ecstasy and throwing your head back as your back arches up.

jungwon’s hips rutt against the edge of the bed, trying his best to match up with the pace of his fingers and trying to imagine the feeling of you clenching around his fingers being around his member instead.

the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you finally sending you over the edge as won digs his hips into the mattress a couple more times, lapping at your cum to properly finish himself off. the warm cum oozing out and spreading against the bed sheets and his stomach.

he might not have gotten the recording, but at least he still has you gasping for air in front of him.

【☆】★【☆】

jungwon was in a bad mood and everyone on campus could tell. his hand gripped the strap of his backpack tightly, tight enough for the vein in his arm to pop out, his eyebrows pinched together in annoyance, and the inside of his right cheek was caught between his teeth.

most of the time people would say hi and ask won how he was doing or stop him to exchange a couple of words, but anyone with working eyes could tell not to speak to the boy at that moment, let alone look at him.

jungwon tosses his bag onto the ground next to the table his friends are all studying at, all of them pausing their work to look up at him as if he had his head screwed on backward.

“who the hell spit in your coffee this morning?” sunoo scoffed, closing his book and setting his head on his palm to glare at jungwon. “that was unnecessary, interrupting our peace.” jungwon watched as sunoo rolled his eyes and sighs, jake nudging the sassy ginger.

“cmon bro he’s clearly having a rough morning.” jake gives him a sympathetic smile, ruffling sunoo’s hair to get him off of jungwon’s back. “what’s got you like.. this?” the aussie looks jungwon up and down, taking in his messy look and the bags under his eyes, “you don’t even look this bad during finals.”

jungwon plops down onto the chair, rubbing his eyes and groaning out loud. “personal issues.” trying his best to keep the situation slightly vague. the answer wasn’t enough, sunoo and jake gave him a look that said ‘like???’

“recording issues,”

“recording… like a camera?” jungwon shoots sunoo a look, coming off harsher than he meant it to be, the ginger putting his hands up in response “jeez i’m just making sure, didn’t know you had a pole up your ass today.”

“sorry hyung… it’s just really bothering me.”

“i was going to tell you to give you that junior jay’s number, but it seems like you don’t need my input.” sunoo looks away to check his nails, not bothering to further explain himself.

“who’s jay?”

“you know? the videography major from america.” jake ignores sunoo’s attitude and continues the conversation for him, filling in jungwon. “i’m sure he could help you with camera shit.”

that’s how won found himself in front of the creative arts building. a sticky note in his hand with the room number 6-107 and the name of one of his seniors. the building being the polar opposite of his majors with a sleek and cool design, making him feel as if he stepped foot onto a completely different campus.

after a couple of awkward interactions and asking people if they had seen this mysterious jay, jungwon was finally pointed towards a guy. his golden blondish hair sitting messily as he clicked away on his laptop, a nice looking camera sitting next to the device.

park jay… or jongseong. he’s not sure which one he should be calling him but his legs are dragging him right over to the older boy.

“i need your help.” jungwon stood over him, he’s eyes sharply looking at the blonde and waiting for him to look up. jay’s head slowly looks jungwon up from bottom to top, making eye contact and raising his brow, licking the corner of his lip before speaking up.

“do i know you?” jay minimizes his tabs, jungwon watching as the editing apps close one by one and the only thing left is jay’s camera roll, many thumbnails displayed on the screen in front of him. “and my services aren’t free.”

despite jay having to look up at jungwon, won is still a bit intimidated. jay’s aura is suffocating, having him swallowing down the lump in his throat to continue the conversation.

“yang jungwon. i just had a couple of questions about camera setup…”

“i guess i could spare some tips, what camera are you using?”

“my phone...”

“… do you have a tripod?”

“no…” jay blankly stares at jungwon, shutting his laptop and beginning to pack his things into his back.

“you must take me for some kind of joke.” grabbing his now-packed bag and slinging it over his shoulder done with the current conversation.

“wait wait wait i’m serious i swear. i just… haven’t gotten my start.” jay sighs deeply, his eyes stabbing jungwon with a piercing glare.

“do you have good lighting?” jungwon pauses for a second and thinks back to his room, he had some poorly strung-up led lights as well as an accent lamp in the corner of his bedroom.

“maybe…”

“you don’t have a camera, don’t have a proper setup, and you might have a lightbulb. what kind of project is this?” jay’s voice sounded flabbergasted, unable to understand jungwon’s vision from a videographer’s point of view, whatever the fuck jungwon was planning to record was going to be trash.

“a personal project.”

“well, then what the fuck is in it for me?”

“… not much.”

jungwon had no idea how he managed to do it, but now jay was standing in his bedroom, analyzing the environment, walking around the bed, and looking at the room. turning around to stare at jungwon with a look of judgment.

“are you trying to film a fucking porn?’

“whaaatt nah, nothing like that…” jungwon’s hand scratches the back of his neck, eyes avoiding the other boys.

“sure, what’s the focus point?”

“… the bed”

“alright, porn it is.”

“it’s not porn. it’s wrestling!” jungwon winces at his bad cover-up, if it wasn’t already obvious (clearly it was) he had just blown his (non-existent) cover.

“listen, every videographer has dabbled into pornography. there’s no shame, anyways i’d say this angle right here is best for a still shot.”

“what about close-ups-“ and before won could finish his sentence the sound of the front door shutting could be heard through the small apartment and the sound of your voice shouting down the empty hallway to him.

“baby, i’m home- oh we have guests??” jungwon doesn’t miss the way you quickly scan jay’s figure before leaning in to give won a peck on the lips, quickly pulling away and excusing yourself. “practice was long, i’m gonna go wash up.”

“she’s a dancer?” jungwon doesn’t fail to miss how jay keeps his eyes on you as you walk out, hands in his pockets before he resumes his conversation with won. “consultation fee is usually $100, but since you and your girlfriend are hot and you’re desperate, i could go for $75.” jay leans on the door frame, watching as you walk out of the bathroom in your shorts and sport-bra, grabbing the towel you seemed to have forgotten.

“… great, i’ll pay you this weekend.” won also didn’t fail to watch you run across the hallway to grab your favorite fuzzy towel, and he certainly didn’t miss jay calling the two of you hot.

“this weekend? you can’t be fucking serious.” jay pinches the space between his eyebrows, swearing he could feel his brain thumping against his temple dealing with the younger.

“or, my girlfriend and i could give a different form of payment?”

【☆】★【☆】

you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to sit you down on your bed after your shower, nothing but a towel wrapped around you while the guy you had briefly seen earlier set up a camera in the corner of your room. you weren’t put off though… the way his sharp eyes looked over and he adjusted the camera every few minutes was enough to have a puddle forming between your legs.

“jay’s going to be helping us with that bucket list baby?” jungwon’s sickeningly sweet voice came from in front of you, his hands rubbing your thighs as he squatted in front of you, the now identified jay working behind him. “you’re already doing such a good job and being so pretty for the camera.”

“camera’s on, just start when you’re ready.” even his voice was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“why don’t you take this off pretty?” jungwon tugs on the end of the towel, slipping it from around your form and dropping it onto the floor. his hands return to your thighs, dragging up to your waist as he raises himself to be leveled with your chest. kissing your left boob before taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hardened nub.

“why don’t you make some noise for the camera, don’t make me feel like i’m wasting my time here.” jay’s harsh words paired with jungwon lightly biting down on your nipple has you letting out a high-pitched sound of satisfaction. “just like that.”

jungwon’s pushing you back and lifting your legs onto his shoulders, moving down to kiss your cunt. “put on a show for hyung? we want to make this worth it for him baby.” he marks the inside of your thighs up, leaving you to pull at your hair in frustration, the build-up not being nearly enough for you.

“please wonnie, please i need more.”

“i don’t think the camera is picking that up, say it louder pretty.” jungwon laughs against your cunt, pulling back and looking over at jay, the obvious bulge between the blonde’s legs on display. “jay hyung, why don’t you bring the camera closer, she’s dripping like crazy.”

jay moves the set-up, bringing the camera close as won moves out of the way, giving the perfect view of your cunt glistening and dripping down onto the bed. you can hear jay groan, looking up to see him straining against his slacks.

seeing jungwon and jay stand next to each other and glare at you through the screen of the camera setting something off inside of you.

“can i be the director for a moment…” you speak lowly, unsure of if the two of them would let you get your hands on the camera, but pleasantly surprised when jay hands the device over to you. jay and won continue to stand over you, watching you fumble with the camera and flip it around towards them, the visual of them looking down on you making you cower and turning you on all at once.

“what do you want us to do angel?” jay smirks at you, chuckling lightly as he watches you fumble around with the camera.

“take off your shirts…”

“what do you say, angel?”

“…please?”

“good girl.” you watch as the two of them grab the backs of their shirts and tug them over their heads, the contrast in their skin tones complimenting each other nicely.

“could you kiss too… please?”

“you remembered your manners, good job.” jay turns to face won, grabbing your boyfriend’s chin. you had never seen your boyfriend look so gone before, you usually had an idea of what he was thinking but with his empty eyes and jaw slightly dropped down you were sure you knew exactly what he was thinking. he wanted jay just as much as you did.

“you okay with kissing me, pretty boy?” the way jungwon dumbly nods back at jay makes the older suck air through his teeth. “fuck, you two are making me so hard right now.” pushing his lips against your boyfriend’s roughly, you gasping behind the camera and pushing your knees together, trying your best to hold steady and keep the two of them in frame.

without you having to give any further direction jay is pulling jungwon in by his waist, won raising his arms to tangle his hands in jay’s hair, messing up the strands that were once neatly styled.

jay’s deep groans mixed with won’s whines drive you crazy, the two of them dragging their covered-up cocks together, the layers between them making them push against each other desperately.

you put the camera down and reach for won’s belt trying your best to help only to feel a slap against your hands, jay’s hand roughly grabbing the hair on the back of your head and tilting your head up to look at him.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you freeze, lip slightly quivering as you struggle to respond.

“i- i’m helping..” you hear jay tsk, shaking his head at you.

“jungwon, she isn’t even recording. wasn’t that the whole point of this? I might as well pack my things up and leave.”

“apologize y/n. you’re disappointing our guest.” the switch that flipped in won’s mind had you reeling. just a moment ago he was almost as out of it as you were, you couldn’t even begin to figure out how he could bounce back in a split second. his hand reached towards your face and pinched your cheek, slightly shaking your face in a teasing way. “what do you say to jay hyung?”

“i’m sorry. i’m really sorry jay.”

“how about i prop the camera up and then you can show me just how sorry you are? you’d like that yeah?” he massages the back of your head, soothing the spot he tugged on before picking up his camera and walking back over to the tripod. “help won out of those pants.”

you drop to your knees immediately getting to work, taking off won’s belt and dropping the pants to his ankle, massaging his achingly hard length through his thin boxers. you could see his member jump through the flimsy material, spit building up in your mouth at the thought of having it lay heavy on your tongue.

you’re unable to stop yourself from leaning in and sucking on the tip, the soft material between your mouth and his skin doing very little to stop you, the spot growing darker as you suckle him.

“nu uh, i need my payment first.” jay softly pushes jungwon out of the way and sits on the mattress, beckoning for the two of you to come over to him.

jay pulls his pants and underwear down, letting his irritated tip meet the cool air and slap up against his stomach. your eyes go wide, he’s thick and long. a prominent vein up the side that you’d kill to feel inside you.

“come on now, wrap those pretty lips around me.” jay spreads his legs and makes space for you between him, letting you settle between him before pulling your hair back into a loose ponytail. “say ‘ahh’” and the moment you do the most satisfying grown is leaving both jay and won’s mouths. your face flushes, proud of yourself for getting both of them to react in such a way.

jay taps his member against your tongue before pushing in with no warning, enjoying the way you gag around him and your throat clenches around his tip. you struggle to take him properly, tears building up in your eyes as you look up to him and practically plead for him to let you up.

jungwon groans beside jay, kissing up on his tan skin and marking up jay’s neck after every couple of kisses. you wanted so badly to join won and help, but the feeling of jay cock continuously thrumming against the back of your throat has you losing focus and your eyes rolling back.

“she can’t even do it on her own, why don’t you help her out won?” you pull off for a quick moment, keeping only the tip in your mouth to suck on as you watch won bite down onto jay’s neck, the older boy hissing, his length twitching in your mouth as he does so. “come on she’s waiting for you.”

won uses his thumb to wipe the spit from his lower lip, wrapping both his hands around jay’s length and pumping the older boy, waiting for you to continue bobbing your head up and down.

“fuck, i’m seeing stars right now.”

your tongue comes out the trace the underside of his member, jay’s thighs clenching underneath your hands as you push yourself to take more, won’s hands getting everything you couldn’t reach. you watch as won slightly opens his hand, letting a glob of spit slip out of his mouth and drip down onto jay’s cock, adding more to the messy mixture of precum and your spit that’s already glazing jay’s member.

you couldn’t tell if the slick sounds were because of your mouth or jungwon’s slippery hands but you do know jay was loving every moment of it and you were going to have to watch back this tape later.

without any warning your throat was being coated with a warm release, jay tugging you off as jungwon milked the rest out of him, letting the last couple of streaks paint your lips and lashes.

“show me my cum angel.” you open your mouth, one eye-opening as the other stays shut, trying to prevent the cum from getting in. jay spits into your mouth, watching as his clear liquid mixes with the pearly white one.

“pretty, i want a taste too.” your boyfriend’s hand came around your next and pulled you up to him, lips meeting and his tongue scooping jay’s fluids into his mouth, groaning at the taste of both you and his senior. swallowing down the bit of liquid he was able to get into his mouth. both you and won gulped it down before facing jay and showing him both your tongues, proof of it being all gone.

“fuck i need this on tape-“

and then you hear three beeps from the corner of the room.

“never mind, the camera just died...”

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theorphicangel · 1 month

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𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 | 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

no warnings. just soft for this man

The room is still; nothing but the pitch black night and the sound of heavy snores surrounding your four walls.

You suddenly find yourself awake and with an uncomfortable twist of your head, your eyes squint at the bloodshot-red digits of your bedside alarm which reads 4:24 am.

The sun hasn’t come up yet.

But you’ll wait. Just like it always waits for you.

A stream of moonlight falls upon your bedroom floor, the curtains not fully shut. Normally this would result in the immediate urge to shut them properly. But right now you don’t feel that urge.

Probably because there’s a heavy weight across your waist which prevents you from moving. Miguel’s arm wrapped snugly around you, keeping your body close to his. You can feel his chest rise and fall, a soothing rhythm throughout the night.

With help from the sole source of light in the room, you can just about make an outline of Miguel’s face. His snores are slightly muffled by his pillow as he sleeps on his stomach. Physically, he’s close to you; your face almost touching his, his thigh practically smothering your right leg and the gentle caress of his fingertips on your waist.

Yet, you can sense the distance between the two of you. One of you is dreaming and the other isn’t.

Nine times out of ten, he’s always been the one who wakes before you. Many times before have you woken to an empty bed; Miguel’s excuse was that he was feeling restless, instead preferring to get started on breakfast while he waits for you to awake. It’s a rare sight to actually see him by your side in the mornings.

Which is partly why you don’t hesitate to grasp this opportunity with both hands, studying him like your favorite art piece at the local museum.

You begin to Imprint his features into your mind or at least as much as you can in the limited lighting: his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones stand out to you as well as the curve of his nose and the length of his lashes. You begin to study the way his dark brown locks fall across his forehead, unstyled and messy and fluffy – just the way you like it.

You notice how all the faint lines of stress seem to melt away as he succumbs to slumber, his brows relaxed and lips parted. The corners of your lips upturn at the thought of teasing him for his slight drooling or even better yet his sleep talking. It’s only a few incoherent mumbles here and there but you’ll still tease him nonetheless.

He’ll deny it of course, claiming you have no proof, a banter that you’ll begin later whilst you sit on the counter and watch him make breakfast for the two of you. You may not always be a morning person but it’s moments like those which motivate you to get up and out of bed the most.

Gently, you bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. Your touch is soft, careful not to disturb him from his sleep. You’re not sure how much he’s been getting recently. As your palm makes contact with his skin, you can feel your heart swell. A gooey, sticky sort of emotion sticking between the gaps of your ribcage – a large part of you thinks it’s love but it’s too early to tell.

How would he react, you think, if you did tell him that you loved him?

From afar or from the perspective of a stranger, Miguel’s personality seems to be stoic. He’s someone who takes his work and craft seriously, seeming to have no speciality for jokes or games.

At least that’s what it looks like on the outside.

For years he’s built up these walls which seemed to be impenetrable and unrelenting. To others it was a sign to keep their distance, a warning to stay away but to you it was a sign of someone who was desperate to be loved. To be loved and held by someone in this lifetime even if it was only temporary.

Like a shadow you slipped in through the cracks, transitioning from something which he initially thought would be temporary into something that seems worthwhile.

Just like the grip he has around your waist in this current moment you can tell that he’s scared you’ll disappear. Now that he’s found you he really doesn’t want to let you go.

You won’t tell him yet, you think. You won’t express your sudden realization of wanting to be around him all time, wanting to learn everything about him, wanting to be indulged in every single thought that he has, even the weird, stupid ones.

You want to continue your late night conversations that run until 4am but only feel like five minutes. You want to continue feeling his body relax in your arms each and every time you surprise him with a hug from behind. You want to feel like home for him as he does for you.

You want to tell him this and more but a small injection of anxiety seems to prevent the words from forming on your tongue. It’s a sworn secret kept between yourself and the moon.

And you think it’ll stay a secret for a little longer, just until you figure out a way to find out if he feels something similar, just until the sun comes up again.

tysm for reading!! reblogs are very much appreciated :)

#angel writes #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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what about boycunt Vox wearing the reader's short skirt and panties as a gift for 8 March? he gets railed by fingering, begging for strap, but you deny him because he's making a mess in your clothes 😊

warnings — sub vox, boycunt, dom reader, short drabble, not proofread

a/n — sometimes I see vox and my first instinct is just ‘ruin that pussy.’

summary — very short drabble about fingering vox in a skirt.

DISCLAIMER!! this is for the au where Vox, being able to switch his head out for new updates, can switch his dick out for a pussy when he feels like getting fucked.

Stop, because like imagine you’re on your way home, and Vox shoots you an ‘I have a surprise for you’ text. And goddamn you’re surprised as hell when you see him sprawled out on the bed for you in your skirt and panties.

The skirt is red and tight, just barely creeping past his crotch and resting on his upper thighs. The panties almost match, but are one shade darker.

He’d normally never do this, but I guess the day was special enough for him to want to surprise you. Or maybe he just had an excuse to finally not put up a fight and give into submission off the bat.

You wouldn’t waste time before practically pouncing on him. You’d suck on neck and bite down roughly, mumbling about how beautiful he is.

All while Vox is complaint because the marks your making are ‘too noticeable.’ You don’t care though. Your hand creeps down his body and under the skirt.

Tugging the already wet panties down, you don’t waste time before shoving your fingers in his pussy. You work your digits inside him and praise him gently for looking so damn pretty. He whines and clings on your shoulders.

You add one finger after another until the main four and exploring and fucking into his pussy as a rabid pace. He’s soaking wet and leaking all over your pretty skirt.

“Please, the strap. Fuck— I need you too—“

But you shush him softly and tell him to be a good boy and wait. And how it’s not helping his case that he’s getting your clothes all messy.

And then he’s simply whining and squirming underneath you as your fingers toy with his clit, pinching it and feeling his walls clench around your hand.

His nails are digging into your shoulders and he’s incoherently muttering about how he ‘needs the strap’ or how he ‘needs more.’

But then you tell him he has to wait some more. “You’ve been so patient, i’m sure you can wait longer.” and you begin to tease him, still fucking his tight cunt with your fingers.

“Oh princess, look at what your doing,” you glance down at the new cum stains on your skirt, “You and your pretty pussy are making such a mess.”

And he’s whining and glitching out and begging for you to fuck him properly. But you don’t give in, and instead just speed up your fingers so they’re aggressively ramming in him.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #vox x reader #inbox open #vox smut #sub vox

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yeonjun4beagles · 9 months

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01:54a.m | cyj

summary: ....in which youre aaking yeonjun to teach you how to suck a dick

"are you ready, y/n?", yeonjun asked, looking down at you on the floor, quirking his eyebrows. "oh shut up, choi, lets just get to it", you huffed, making yourself comfortable in between his legs. "patience, tiger. for someone who doesnt know how to suck a dick, you for sure knows how to use your mouth", yeonjun smirked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

"okay, look, i think im gonna have you to start first with sucking on my fingers, cuz, you know, i dont want you biting my dick off or anything" -which got you to roll your eyes, again- "and please make yourself comfortable", yeonjun gently smiled at you, always thoughtful, even when youre literally facing his dick. "i am, yeonjun, so lets start, yeah?", you said, eagerly taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your lips.

yeonjun's thumb grazed your lips slowly, feeling the plush flesh underneath his fingers. you cant lie that what hes doing is starting a fire in your belly but it is, and you kinda like it. "open your mouth, pretty", yeonjun whispered, tugging at your lips. as your lips parted, yeonjun gently pushed his finger against your tongue, coating his fingers in your saliva. you then closed your eyes as you wrapped your lips around his finger, already imagining what would it feel like to have his length in your mouth instead.

you start eagerly lapping at the pad of his thumb, swirling your tongue on the tips of his fingers, eliciting a groan from him. "fuck y/n, youre pretty good at this but, lesson numero uno, i need you to slow down, hm? take your time and build the tension", yeonjun guided you as he breathed heavily through his nose, clearly collecting every ounce of his patience just not to shove his dick down your throat right now. listening to his words, you slowed down your administration, slowly licking the length of his finger, feeling every ridge of it. "and look at me while youre at it, princess", yeonjun demanded, the name making your thighs squirm.

you peeked through your lashes, seeing yeonjun's face, adorned with blush on his cheeks, his lips a little swollen from the bitings he did to stop his moans. he cant believe that someone sucking on his finger got him this aroused, but damn, is he now. "thats a good girl", yeonjun praised you, his other fingers gripping the side of your face. "continue, baby. youre doing so good for me".

you then closed your eyes again, about to continue, before you feel yeonjun pulling his thumb off your mouth. "nuh-uh, eyes on me, baby, lesson number two, eye contacts are important", yeonjun spoke, his eyes piercing right into yours. god, since when did his eyes were this enticing? you trained your eyes on him as you hollowed your cheeks on his finger, sucking it into your mouth, drawing out a sharp breath from him. at this point your drools are already dripping down his palm, but oh he lives for the messiness.

"y/n, i would lie if i say youre bad at this cuz youre way past decent at this, princess, fuck, you would look so pretty wrapped around my cock, yeah?", his dirty words caused you to moan around his digit, making him groan at the vibrations. you popped off your mouth from his digit, pulling yourself closer to his crotch. "yeonjun, please, i want you inside my mouth", you whimpered, tongues out, practically drooling for his cock. "fuck, baby. you look so damn pretty right now, all dumb for my cock, arent you?", yeonjun snickered while hastily shoving his pants and boxer past his knees, his length hitting his abdomen, glistening with precum.

you could practically feel your mouth waters at the sigh of his cock, his hands wrapped around them, before hes dragging it across your lips.

"shit, open your mouth, baby. and lesson three, start with small licks, especially the tip", yeonjun said through his gritted teeth, getting a little impatient. you obediently opened your mouth, giving kitten licks to his tip, which got him whimpering and throwing his head back. gaining confidence, you suddenly wrapped your mouth around his head and started bobbing your head, making him accidentally thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

"holy fuck, im sorry, baby. are you okay?", yeonjun caressed your hair as you coughed a little from the unexpected thrust. "yea, just a bit suprised. can you do that again, jjun? i wanna make you feel good", "god, i am so gonna be dead, of course, baby", yeonjun smiled, guiding your mouth back onto his length, this time slowly pushing his cock to the back of your throat. "breathe, baby, through your nose, youre gonna do so much better, okay? for me".

yeonjun cursed as you swallowed around his length, your mouth starting to suck him again as you started feeling comfortable again. "shit, do that again, baby, and im gonna cum down your fucking throat", yeonjun hissed as you did exactly that, moaning around his length. yeonjun then wrapped his hand around your hair, slowly fucking your throat with shallow thrust, making you whimper. "yeah? you like that, baby? like that im using your mouth to get off?", yeonjun groaned, his high nearing. you could only hum around him, your mouth stuffed full, with drools dripping down your chin.

"y/n baby, im close, fuck, are you gonna swallow my cum like a good girl? are you gonna be good for me?", all you could answer was with a muffled moan, only eager to please him now. yeonjun thrust started getting faster, hitting the back of your throat harsher, making you gag around his length. with a drawn out moan, he came down your throat, and you swallowed every drop of it.

"look at you, swallowing me like a champ, you fucking sexy", yeonjun praised you, his thumb wiping your drools off your chin before licking it into his mouth. "you did well, y/n. so well, such a good girl for me", the pet name making your arousals wash over you. yeonjun would be lying if he didnt see the way your thigh keeps squirming while you were sucking him off. "you okay there, princess? want some help", yeonjun teased you, his eyes clearly eyeing your crotch.

"oh shut up, you asshole", you smacked his thigh, clearly embarassed that youre obviously turned on from sucking him off. "but thankyou tho, jjun, for, you know, teaching me", you sheepishly thanked him, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. yeonjun chuckled at your sudden shyness, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "you are welcome, y/n. and im serious, i could really help you with, you know, if you want to". yeonjun said as his hands snakes around your thigh.

"really?"

a/n: ahhhh honestly idek how to end this 🫠 but here you go, after months of not writing hehe enjoy!! feedbacks and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #cj!thoughts #txt imagines #yeonjun imagines

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cannibaled · 1 month

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wicked game

to be honest, i just knew i wanted to finally write something with felix. so i just started writing and this is what happened so, hopefully you like ! 🥹 —

☆ warnings: none, slight nsfw — just making out, ass and thigh grabbing, hickeys

☆ premise: jealousy.

being felix catton's girlfriend was most comparable to riding a rollercoaster blindfolded.

your dynamic was interesting and unique, and everchanging. at times, he was the wolf, mouth watering and snarling as he cornered you, his prey. a bunny. vulnerable and stripped helpless with nowhere to go. at times, you would be the wolf, but instead of hunger compelling all of your senses, it was instead jealousy. what made this dynamic worse, arguably, was that he was unaware. you would be upset, or even angered after a girl practically threw herself at him. he was a natural flirt, but would react kindly but withdrawn. he would stare at you with his big, brown, puppy dog eyes when you were frustrated and prepared to speak, but nothing ever came out. instead, you would brush messy chocolate curls from his freckled forehead and press a rouge kiss to his tanned skin, the red painting him beautifully. then, that starved wolf would suddenly morph into the sweetest little dog you've ever seen. prancing up happily and licking slobbery kisses into its supposed prey.

you knew you couldn't keep things bubbled forever. considering he was popular and you often attended parties together, it grew difficult. it started to become so stressful that even farleigh or venetia couldn't offer advice any longer. farleigh spoke his mind, as usual, telling you to just suck it up and talk to felix, but part of you felt like you would burden him.

alcohol burned your throat, fiery eyes watching the scene before you. he was practically surrounded by women, a swarm of a horny, desperate ocean attacking his person in waves. you began to think. was he really all that unaware?

you briskly looked away when his bright hazelnut eyes met yours, his cute, gap-toothed smile making your heart singe. as safely and quickly as possible, you stumbled off, pushing through hot, sweaty bodies towards the bathroom. surprisingly, there was no line - save for one person, who was able to get in as soon as you arrived. leaning against the vibrating, booming walls of the hallway, you huffed softly. you should be able to talk to him about anything. truth be told, he was your best friend, and, hell; to a certain extent, you could talk to him about anything. but it was difficult for you to admit you were jealous. that, you couldn't understand why. maybe it was because it would be something affecting his social life. were you afraid of sabotaging that?

the sound of a toilet flushing and the shrill squeak of the door opening pulled you from your thoughts, and you rushed into the bathroom. ignoring how your shoulder grazed the previous user's, you locked the door after yourself and did your business. scrubbing at your hands until your skin was raw, you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. you knew you probably looked a mess, and, frankly, you didn't need to see such a sight right now. twisting the lock on the door, you pulled it open, only to be met with large, warm hands on your shoulders. you cried in confusion as you were pushed back into the bathroom once more, the door slamming shut and clicking locked.

felix stood before you, a red cowboy hat hanging lazily from his head. you two stared at each other for a minute until his lips stretched into that cute, toothy smile of his.

"so this is where you were," he drawled lamely, his accent soft.

"you had to have known, considering you were waiting for me."

he clicked his tongue and stepped towards you, and you unconciously stepped back, until your lower back made contact with the hard, cold porcelain sink. his fingers grazed your sides, and he lifted you easily onto the sink, long digits playing dangerously with the hem of your short dress. your noses brushed one another, and despite your annoyance, you wrapped your arms around his neck. there he went again, cornering you. not only cornering you, but he was sure to get a bite. it was difficult for you to stay upset when he was in an affectionate state like this.

"you seemed upset." he mumbled softly. his breath smelled of alcohol and mint - which you assumed was from the gum he carried around. you remember asking him about that once, in which he just grinned and held up his pack of smokes. cotton mouth, you recalled.

"yeah, well." you responded avoidantly, hooking your legs around his hips and yanking his body closer to yours. he was warm, skin damp with sweat and hot to the touch. you knew it was from dancing. "you seemed quite busy hanging out with your groupies there."

felix's eyebrows raised in surprise, his hands gently squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs. "you're jealous? love, you know they're just friends."

"c'mon, felix. you know they want you." you whined, and you could tell he was biting back a chuckle.

"well, that's too bad." god. you hated when he talked like that. coolly, and without a care in the world. he was always good at defusing situations when his temper wasn't present. maybe he knew just how likable he was.

"i just don't like that you let them hang on you like that. follow you like a bunch of lost puppies. they think they have a chance because of shit like that. i can't stand it. i want to be able to spend time with my boyfriend at parties he brings me to."

he was silent, letting you vent your frustrations. his half-lidded gaze met yours, long lashes fluttering as he searched your eyes. you assumed he was watching for tears, so he could pounce onto the opportunity of comforting you and wiping them, or kissing them away. he was sweet like that.

"i admit, i know they flirt or whatever. and maybe i flirt back. sometimes. but, i belong to you. they'll never be my (Y/N)." you weren't satisfied with his answer, your eyes narrowing. and he knew you were still angrier, if not more than before. but, then, he pressed his soft lips to yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. you could taste the nicotine and beer on him, and although you wanted to yank his hair in retaliation for his stupid fucking excuses, you kissed back.

it was heated, clumsy, passionate. his teeth grazed your flesh, allowing blood to seep through the wounds he inflicted. his tongue swept it away before tasting you properly, the sweet tase of iron clouding your senses. when he pulled away, you assumed he was finished - instead, he pressed feverish kisses along your neck, yanking your smaller frame into his with possession. "brand me," he breathed against you, and just when your mouth was about to part and your eyes flutter, they opened wide in confusion. "huh?" you gasped when he grazed a sweet spot in your neck with his teeth before pulling away, his pink lips darkened with small traces of your blood and swollen. "brand me." he repeated, slipping his hands under your skirt. he didn't dare touch the warm desperation between your legs, instead pressing his fingers into a bruising grip on your upper thighs and ass. "show them who i belong to, darling." you swallowed, manicured nails grazing the nape of his neck.

the thought of it alone was exciting. they knew already he was yours, to an extent, but once they saw him bruised up and pretty with marks caused by you, you knew that'd be the end of it. because, while felix catton was known around oxford for hookups, it was rare for him to allow his fleeting girlfriends the pleasure of giving him hickeys. it was always the other way around, him marking them up with lovebites and bruises on their thighs. for however long he pleased, they belonged to him. never him, to them. but now, he was yours.

so, you did just as he requested - because how could you deny him when he was nearly begging you? finally gripping his curls, you latched your lips onto his neck as if you were starved. he threw his head back to allow you more space and access to your canvas, and you happily painted him red and blue. deep, shaky groans reached your ears, rewarding you for your work. he was always so pretty. his moans and gasps were never an exception when it came to beauty. sex and intimacy with felix was like appreciating art, because he often looked like a painting. no matter where, or what time of day. his muscles would flex, his skin glowing warm and his lips parted. if you had the skills, you would properly copy him onto a canvas or piece of paper and officially, truly, make him your muse. you knew that there was no way physical art would do his beauty justice, though.

you stopped when your lips began to feel sore, instead sinking your teeth into his skin for one final gift.

"fuck," he all but whimpered. and though his voice was deep and he was still bigger than you, you knew were now the wolf. he was the putty in your hands now, bending and softening from a simple weakness.

you pulled away and admired your work, slipping your hands from his head, to his neck, and then, finally, his cheeks. your thumbs brushed along his flushed skin, and when he opened his eyes, you saw nothing but love. his pupils were dilated and his eyes sparkly, and if you didn't feel so dizzy with affection for felix, you would have cried. you placed one last kiss to his pretty lips, and he slipped his fingers from under your dress to cradle your back.

your kiss was cut short with an angry bang on the door, and you jumped away from your boyfriend, smacking his broad shoulder when he laughed.

"guess we kept 'em waiting." he teased cheerfully, gripping your thighs to help you off of the sink.

"okay, ladies first."

"you suck, lix."

"rather," he corrected, carefully guiding you towards the bathroom door with a hand on your back. "if we can make it out of here and to my room, it'll be you instead."

before you could shriek at him out of embarrassment, he opened the door for you and delivered a playful smack to your bottom, paying no mind to the annoyed stranger that stared at him in disgust as they walked past.

#felix catton x reader #felix x reader #felix catton #farleigh #farleigh start #saltburn #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #oliver quick #barry keoghan #oliver quick x reader #oliver x reader

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! Coach Miguel and the hot aunt of one of the kids he coaches. He coaches her nephew and she picks him up from practice a good portion of the time. Miguel gets a little messy around her. She's kind, doesn't shameless eye him like a hunk of meat, and total milf material without a ring.

They hit it off great. Making time to go to lunch with her was rather difficult, but it was worth it. She's a genuine sweetheart and didn't try anything on him. They have more lunches, which soon enough turn into dates. And more dates. And more dates.

This is the one. And the kid couldn't be anymore mortified that the terrifying coach is gonna knock up his aunt lol

Ooohh Coach! Miguel, 👀

He couldn't help noticing you when you came to pick up one of his students, Mikey.

His parents could never meet him, when it came to the parents meeting. Instead, you showed up in their place.

"He's a good kid, just needs a bit more discipline." He mumbled and Mikey would only recoil behind you.

"Ready to go, sweetie?" He nodded

"Go pack your stuff and wait for me on the entrance, okay?"

Mikey left, leaving you and Miguel alone.

"I'm really sorry if he's giving you a bit of trouble. My sister and her husband... well, they barely have time to come because of their jobs." You gave him a nervous smile.

You had no children on your own, but loved Mikey as your own and would gladly take care of him whenever your sister and husband would be too busy. You almost felt sorry for him, He was a great kid that just happened to have emotionally detached parents.

"No problem, just a heads up. He is slacking off from the rest. If you'd talk to him, I'd really appreciate it." Miguel spoke as his hands went to his waist. You nodded and sighed.

"I certainly will. Thank you, Mr...?"

"O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara." His large hand wrapped around yours with ease. You were warm and smooth.

"Right. I'm (Name), Mike's aunt. Nice to meet you and thanks for your time. Have a nice day." You smiled politely at him and his eyebrow rose. It was a first for him to not feel shamelessly oggled at as the other mothers talked with him. His eyes couldn't help but linger on the way you treated Mikey.

The kid seemed comfortable enough to display a bit more range of emotions rather to just brood in the bench. He chuckled.

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In small events you would bring a small snack for everyone, him included. He watched the neatly folded and amazing smelling panini and the sports veberage on your hands, offering him a little relief after the competition.

"Thank you for today, Mr. O'Hara." Again, no lust in your eyes, just pure heartfelt kindness. He accepted the treats and gave you a small smile.

"Thank you."

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His eyes seemed to always focus on you whenever you entered the indoor gym, simple yet gorgeous looking. High waisted capris that always seemed snug at your form just good, cute flats, a small digital watch on your left wrist and a colorful shirts. Little floral prints seemed your favorite, he observed.

He noticed the solemn look you had instead of the usual breathtaking smile you always greeted him with. Mikey seemed just like you, but you comforted him with a small rub on his upper back. You weren't mad at Mikey, possibly a stupid fight your parents put up and he was caught in the middle.

"Let's get some pizza okay?" You mumbled and Mikey just left.

"Are you okay? I mean... Probably not my business but-"

You stared at him with big eyes full of wonder.

"Thanks for your concern Mr. O'Hara. It means alot. But I'm fine. I'm just worried about Mikey. He heard his parents fighting and it didn't sit well on him."

"Don't worry." He'd pat your shoulder and nod softly, "I've got him."

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Little conversations soon turned into a bit more deeper and longer ones. His eyes would linger on your lips and oh the way your ass bent inside those pants.

It took him a couple of weeks to actually ask you out. You talked about everything, specially his athletic back grounds and of course you.

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You lost the count after the eighth . Mikey was mortified cause sometimes he'd find Miguel at your apartment, expecting something to happen. But you would just bring him to a more private area and would laugh. At least you were happy.

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He proposed you after Mikey winning the tournament. And you'd say yes. Mikey just looked in horror as you kissed and celebrated.

He'd see Mr. O'Hara more than he liked to admit.

#miguel o'hara #t writes✨#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #💋 anon #atsv miguel #asks and replies #Just making sure to put this one out before bed 🫠.#Coach! Miguel

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torntoblivion · 10 months

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im so so so sorry for this bbut but. im in my arle obsession era so... .. unholy thoughts only. i need arlecchino to fuck my mouth with those fingers of hers.. they're just so... .. ......... begging on my knees

never ever apologize my dear anon, i'm delighted that someone else is also in their arle obssesion era.

arlecchino fingerf<cking your mouth

cws: nsfw (mdni), no actual sex, gn!reader, fingers in mouth

she's ethereal, her beauty is mesmerising as if her features were carved carefully by the gods. you gaze upon her stunning face as she guides you down to your knees, sitting between her spread thighs. you want to touch her so bad but if you did without permission, she would immediately end everything and never touch you until god knows when.

"m-my lady..."

you mumble, desperate for the tiniest bit of her attention. she smiles softly but under that smile, you know she has something devious in her mind. her hand gently grabs your jaw to tilt your head even further, you feel your face flush at the intense eye contact, her x shaped pupils piercing into your own.

"open wide."

she instructs you in such a velvety voice that your mouth opens on command, almost automatically. you expect her to spit on it like she sometimes do but instead, the hand on your jaw is removed and two black fingers dive into your mouth. her sharp nails gently graze your tongue as she twists and turns her digits inside.

your moans are muffled by her middle and ring finger stuffing your mouth full, allowing her to play with your warm mouth in however way she pleases. to hopefully impress her a little, you trace your tongue around her fingers while making eye contact with her.

arlecchino's smile is not soft anymore, it's dark and almost menacing as she takes in your teary eyes, messy hair sticking around, drool dripping down your chin.

"how cute, i wonder what will happen if..."

she trails off, slowly retracting her fingers a little. you don't even have to give her a confused look because her slicked up fingers thrust back roughly, tips of her fingers reaching the back of your throat as you gag a little at the sudden intrusion.

then she repeats the motion. then again. again. again and again until she's practically fingerfucking your mouth. you squish your thighs together, remembering how she fingers your hole exactly like this.

arlecchino is delighted by your obedience, at this rate she can successfully train your throat for her strap. just the thought of her fucking your throat with her strap has shivers going down her spine. she ponders if she should just skip this training while tracing your teeth and gums.

hm, this is quite enticing though. she'll be patient and take out her strap later.

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t-tomuras · 3 months

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⓽ ─── •𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Rensuke Kunigami x f!reader

Warnings: Messy blowjob, cum swallowing, assplay ( m receiving )

Wordcount: 2.5k

Notes: 10,000 years later another dialogue prompt completed for the anthology I am no longer doing sksks. for beloved @kingkunigami.

Your shared bed is cold when you wake, far from an unusual occurrence at this point. Feeling around in the tousled covers and soft sheets for a body you know won’t be there but hoping to find him nonetheless. Finally, you groan softly as you lift your head from your pillow, blinking the sleep from your eyes while reaching for the clock on your nightstand. Digital blue numbers reading the same time as they always do when you find yourself alone; midnight on the dot. Right down to the very second.

At least he was still punctual and timely.

Sighing as you pull yourself from bed, searching the scattered clothing on the floor Rensuke had left in his wake as he dressed quietly. He always came to bed with you after a nice dinner, spent time with you in the hours after you’ve both come home from an exhausting day at work. Always pushing down that feeling within him that you’ve done everything you could throughout the course of your relationship to lessen; that feeling of inadequacy he wars with daily. The chip on his shoulder he’d picked up from his time in Wildcard all that time ago.

For a while, before you’d caught on to this routine he’d fallen into, Kunigami would always gather the evidence of his departure. Shed white t-shirt on the occasion, like the one you wear now as you descend the steps of your shared home, and loose training shorts in favor of his compression wear. Always finishing his rigorous training sometime around two in the morning before showering and putting on what you’d seen him wear to bed with you.

Catching onto him eventually when you subconsciously missed his warmth and the comfort of Kunigamis body against yours. Staying silent about it the first few times because everyone goes through stints of restlessness and opting to physically exhaust themselves before they could finally rest but it didn’t take long for you to surmise that wasn’t the reasoning.

It seemed like he punished himself in his training, the moments you’d watched him run drills and commit to extensive workouts in the shroud of night. The look of exhaustion the following morning ran far deeper than simple muscle fatigue or sleep deprivation. Once again looking like a man defeated, the same man he was when revealed as a Wildcard in Bluelock.

And you’ve done what you can during the daylight, laughing with him and trying to bring that joy back into his eyes. Letting him be Rensuke instead of the number on his jersey, reminding him that he was more than that time. How much he’d grown, bringing back that soft boyish charm Kunigami once possessed and slowly putting back the pieces of his character that Ego had chipped away. That Bluelock and his love for soccer had broken down in pursuit of his ambition; his dream despite the new ones that have manifested alongside it once he’d met you.

“Ren,” called softly through a yawn when you stand at the threshold of the sliding glass door that led to the backyard he used as a makeshift pitch. Folding your arms under your chest, pulling his baggy shirt closer to your body and outlining your form as you try and retain some of your body heat.

Gaining his attention easily, you could’ve whispered it and Kunigami would’ve heard it over his heaving breaths and hammering heart. Stopping the ball with his heel in the middle of his dribbling practice, propping up on it as his breath puffs in warm vapors in front of him. Tilting his head and offering you a half smile as he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his jawline and throat.

“It’s late, why’re you still awake?”

You laugh, closing the gap between you both and stifling your hiss at the feel of cold, damp grass on your bare feet. “My personal space heater wasn’t in bed.”

He smiles when you reach him, small and apologetic but it shines a bit of the man you’ve helped make him. Always making him feel lighter by simply being in your presence, wiping the sweat from his palm on his compression shorts before cupping your cheek. Thumb swiping against the curve of it with a slight coo, “maybe we should buy you a real one then?”

“I can’t cuddle up to a real one now can I? Unless you want me to get burned,” he laughs at that. A chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he shakes his head. You always elicit true feelings from him without even trying, soothing to him in all the ways that matter.

Kunigami pulls you closer when he sees you shiver at an ill-times gust of wind, the chill of it already stinging your skin. Gooseflesh rising in its wake even as he rubs warm, broad palms up and down the expanse of your upper arms, “head back inside. You’re barely dressed.”

“Come with me,” insistent, firm in that cute voice of yours that always leaves no room for argument. His shoulders slack, kicking the ball away from him as he lets you tug him along before he closes the door behind him.

Taking your hands one at a time and bringing them to his lips, cupping his own around them as he huffs to warm them up faster. To keep that itching feeling of defrosting when you move too quickly between drastically contrasting temperatures from nestling beneath your skin. Sure to hold at least one hand of yours as you both ascend the steps to the master bedroom.

Beelining to the en suite bathroom, letting go of his hand long enough to open the faucets. Setting the temperature he prefers compared to your own as you aim to pamper him, resolute even as you smack him away once Kunigami notices.

A rarely innocent smile plastered against plush lips as your fingers splay over his abdomen after he’s grabbed your towels from the linen closet. Drumming lightly in appreciation to the taut flesh after you’ve slipped them beneath his compression shirt he uses for workouts. The material supposedly moisture wicking but Rensuke has such a grueling regimen that perspiration still clings to his skin regardless of the frigid temperatures he’d been exercising in.

With your palms splayed coyly over his Adonis belt before dragging your arms upwards so the damp fabric pools around your wrists and forearms before tugging it over his head. Standing on tiptoes to capture his lips with yours, chaste and featherlight as you begin your venture. Falling back onto flat feet as his hands move to find your hips, resting on them as Kunigami cranes his neck to the side to grant you more access. Forever weak to your affections, quick to melt at whatever contact you afford him with.

You ghost your fingers down his body, starting from gripping lightly at his triceps before sliding down over well defined pectorals to his chiseled abdomen until explorative digits hook into both bands of his training and compression wear. Dragging along the inside as you run your tongue along his even beating pulse, humming over the salty taste to his skin before you pull down at the fabric.

Smiling against the column of his throat as you suck a mark into his flesh before you sink lower. Bending slightly at the knees as the material begins to slack to lower you push them until they fall away all together. Nipping at his collarbones playfully between smatterings of featherlight brushes of your lips as your hand palms him testingly.

Massaging gently at his sac as one of his thighs of corded muscle slots between your own reflexively. Leaning into your touch as his fingers grip into the fat of your hips, pulling you against him earning a cheeky giggle over his reactions to you.

Delighting in how quickly he relaxes and responds to your touch. Cock swelling in your palm as you grasp him, pumping slowly and he instinctively falls into rhythm with you. Hips rutting into your hands, twitching into your hold as he enjoys the supple feel of you against him. Slowly dragging your clothes slit along his bare thigh as his head lulls back. Sighing out a soft groan as your thumb rolls over his leaking tip to spread the pre to aid in the pump of your wrist.

“Does that feel good, Ren?” You purr teasingly, draping your body against his as you twist your wrist, smile widening at the curse that leaves his lips following a throaty groan.

“Always baby,” a little more breathless than he meant it to but he feels good. The stress he’d put himself through slowly ebbing from his body with the pulse of pleasure you cause before the sensation slacks.

Fluttering blinks as he forces himself to focus, registering the kiss to his adam’s apple then his chest before you’re untangling from him enough to sink to your knees. Thighs flexing to abate the needy throb of your neglect clit when you’re face to face with his hard cock.

Pressing a kiss to the flushed head as you look up at your boyfriend, batting your lashes cutely in that way that drives him crazy. Saliva gathers on your tongue at the way he cants his hips forward and his shoulders back as Kunigami lovingly palms the crown of your head. Petting sweetly until he’s cupping your cheek as you press another kiss to the mushroomed tip, maintaining eye contact as you lean forward. Blessing him with the sinful feeling wet warmth of your mouth as he slowly breaches your lips.

Hollowing your cheeks as you take in more of him and it’s too much for him already, everything that you’re doing is a culmination to his unadulterated pleasure and you’ve only just begun. He can’t help but to cup the curve of your skull, to hunch forward in an involuntary urge to feel more of you.

Hissing a soft, “sorry baby shit,” when he pushes too far and causes you to gag ever so slightly but you don’t stop. Taking Kunigami until your nose brushes the wirey thatch of trimmed hair at his pelvis.

Heady scent of sweat invading your senses and your throat constricts around his cock as you swallow around him. Choking Kunigamis voice and reducing him to nothing but grunts and hisses as you take him. Spoiling him thoroughly as one hand cups his fat sac to massage gently, slick with the drool that seeps around the seam of your lips and soaks his balls.

Quick to find a steady pace as you bob on his cock, sputtering ever so slightly when you take him completely once again. Weeping cockhead hitting the back of your throat to coat his shaft in saliva, pulling off of him with your lips still pursed around the tip as you grasp his shaft with your free hand. Pumping him with ease so you can bat pretty lashes up at him while his legs tremble from the assault of stimulation. Tongue laving over the slit to taste the pre that dribbles from it endlessly with your onslaught.

And you’re glad for it, you want him to feel good again. To provide him with a decent stress relief, to force his tired muscles to relax for once. He’s close you know it by the incessant trembling of his thighs and how he locks and unlocks his knees. Humming over the idea of making him blackout from pleasure the moment he cums even if he does still need to shower and it’ll be a struggle to carry him from the bathroom.

It’s worth it though, you decide so as you bring your hand around to your boyfriend's cute ass. Squeezing at the firm glutes with a cute, muffled giggle; spreading his cheeks with your index and ring fingers so you can easily slip your saliva soaked middle finger into the tight rim.

Only giving a few short pumps before a guttural groan rips from Rensuke’s throat while he cums down yours. Voice strangled by his sudden orgasm that he couldn’t even warn you or attempt to pull back so he could fist himself to completion so he can watch himself paint your fluttering tongue.

Now only able to ride the waves of his euphoria as it washes over him, hunched forwards with his palm cupping the curve of your skull gently. Hips twitching ever so slightly into your face as you hum happily, your boyfriend's hips twitching at the vibration until he has to withdraw from your warmth.

It doesn’t take Kunigami long to recover or catch his breath, but it gives you time to wipe at the corners of your lips before he’s grasping at you. Helping you to your feet, his hands finding the swell of your ass and the nape of your neck as he pulls you in for a searing kiss. Tilting his head to deepen it with haste, eager to delve into your mouth once more with his tongue, tasting himself on you as his spit mixes with yours.

Parting just long enough for air and for Kunigami to readjust his hold on you. Giving the cheek he cupped a light smack to hear the sound before his hands slip lower. Lids fluttering open after a short flurry of chaste kisses as he whispers a breathy, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you breathe against his lips, hopping to aid in him lifting you, not that he needed it, after squeezing the backs of your thighs. Tongue slipping past your swollen lips as he feels around to turn close the faucet to his running shower. Palming your ass to support you, easily kneading at the supple flesh, fingers slipping beneath your panties as he carries you back to the bedroom.

Laying you on the tousled comforter, kissing you dizzy while rubbing teasing circles into your neglected clit. Worsening the ache between your thighs, the want for him despite wanting to spoil him moments prior without anything in exchange.

Arching your back up into Rensukes touch as he returns the favor of blazing a trail of chaste kisses to your body as he sinks to his knees. Pulling down your soaked underwear and letting it dangle around one of your ankles as he settles comfortably between spread thighs.

Regaining your bearings just enough to sit up as Kunigami plants tender kisses to your inner thigh, tilting your head as you knock your knee inward to jostle your boyfriend playfully, “you’re not too tired?”

Scoffing gently as he dips lower to kiss your mound, “never. I’m always in the mood to play, my love,” before his tongue laps languidly at your dripping cunt. Groaning at the taste of you, quick to get carried away as his fingers dig into your outer thighs before slurping lewdly.

Regardless of how tirelessly he drills himself, Rensuke always has the stamina to go all night.

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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ��𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sdc dio ( i just really like that picture of him ), ball worship/sucking, face sitting, masturbation ( him ), pussy slapping, mentions of public humiliation, very very light praise, facial, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i have an incurable obsession with balls and i really think i should be licking dio’s as we speak. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread. thanks for reading < 3

there were reasons you were his favorite, secrets you shared with only him. and of course, his other disciples were green with envy when the vampire doted on you. it was always simple things, like taking an extra moment’s glance in your direction, a devilish spectral simper that would coast over his liquor tiers for a mere second as he took in the visage of your subservience as you sit as his feet or the gentle brush of his icy digits through your hair before he sinks them into your neck to drink his fill of you— these were things that his other pets never experienced.

they wanted to be you.

or they wanted you dead.

you’d learned the key to staying alive and untouchable to anyone except for Dio in this mansion, and that was to keep him satisfied. keep Dio happy, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt you. be useful, and he would become spoiled by your convenience, and keep you around for his own, selfish pleasure. and you’d worked hard to ensure that he was, no matter what he asked of you.

“That’s it…” Dio hisses, “keep licking.”

with all of his weight pinning you to the bed, it felt as though you were encased in a thick, block of ice, his massive knees dug into the mattress, squeezing his thighs tight against your ears. but he was stark naked, and the massive cock hard and throbbing obstructing most of your view of him, standing tall right before your eyes, had your full attention. you wished you could wrap your lips around it— feel that familiar tension as you struggled to take it all in, hear yourself cluck and gurgle and choke on him, but his own, herculean fist was wrapped around it. he strokes himself at a brutal pace, pausing only once to dribble drool from his lips on to his member, his hand, and your cheeks. from this position, even if he hadn’t meant to, he would’ve spit on you ( but, you knew better than to believe that wasn’t his goal ).

with your tongue stuck out, pinned to your chin, you’re forced to bob your head to lap at the underside of his heavy balls, whimpering muffled as they practically smother you. his scent was too intoxicating not to allow your eyes to roll back as your forced to endure being suffocated by it. your thighs trembled, but you knew better than to close your legs, and instead, gripped each thigh with one hand, keeping them spread far apart, even as your need for him manifests itself as slick coating your sex.

he smirks, tiers parted as a bestial grunt slips through them, and you know he can smell the lust dripping from your netherlips.

if you had been the girl you once were, it would’ve been humiliated, but you weren’t. you hoped that the scent was as overwhelming for him as his was for you, and that now that he knew just how soaked you were, he’d fuck you hard and sloppy, just to hear you squelch.

“Messy, little pet.” one brow twitches, knit closely with its twin, but his smirk was still there, “Your greedy cunt is ruining my sheets again.” but you knew he liked it, because his free hand reaches behind him to smear his palm over your thigh, and down to your sex, rubbing only for a moment, and when you mewled and humped the air towards his hand, he struck your cunt with a quick thwap that stung like pure fire. your back arches, and your nails dig into your own legs to keep them spread— quivering and at his mercy. “I’ll have to start fucking you on the floor, but you don’t care at all, do you? As long as I don’t stop giving you all the cock you can handle and then plenty more, I can do whatever I please to this fragile, little body of yours. I could parade you, naked and covered in my cum, out in the streets if I wanted to, smear your pretty face in the dirt and fuck you to tears in the town square if I so desired. No?”

you nod, squealing loud and slurred when a barrage of rapid, burning smacks from his palm vibrate against your core, and you wrap your lips around him, pulling as much of his balls into your mouth as you could to suckle hard, hoping the action would prove to him that you were a good enough girl for the spanking to stop, though you wished he would, at the very least, push two digits knuckle deep into you, just so you could feel a sweet stretch and cum for him, but he doesn’t.

he moans out loud, eyelids drooping, fangs sinking into his lower lip, and fucks his fist harder, his crimson eyes coruscating with wicked euphoria. the strokes focus at the thick, red tip, his thumb pressing against his sensitive slit and his powerful hips jerk forward, smearing his taint over your face, too.

“Eager for praise, instead?” he asks, gauging your sparkling puppy eyes, big and hopeful, and when you tease the seam of his scrotum with your tongue, he hums in approval. “Very well.” he croons, squeezing his fist just below the head of his thickness, reveling in the pressure he applies to himself. there’s a small trickle of red from where he’d snagged a fang on his lower lip, but he hardly noticed, because he was so close to his climax, the pain only added to the pleasure. “Keep sucking like a good, little whore.” Dio was mewling, rocking his hips to the furious rhythm of his fierce pumping of his fist, and you felt more of his weight press into you. his head hangs forward, so that he may stare at you in this position, beneath him, right where he thought you deserved to be, worshiping his testes. “You’ll make me cum… you must want it, yes? A nice, little reward for honing that skillful mouth of yours, hm?”

you did— badly.

you wanted to drink every last drop of his release, taste that familiar, drunken flavor and get lost in it. and you told him so, just by whining softly, and sucking until your eyes just about cross.

Dio growls, taking hold of your hair at the root with his free hand that you knew must smell just like your core now, and gripped a tight fist to hold you steady, “Just like that. There.” he demanded, his other hand jerking fervently as he chases his high— both brows furrowed into a pleasured scowl, fangs showing as he bare them, grinding his teeth. you wondered where his mind went when he focused like this, when he was so close to coming unraveled that he went quiet, and you could only hope that he reminisces on how tight and warm your cunt is, how snug he fits inside, and how the harder he fucks you, especially if he wraps one big fist around your throat, the wetter you get. how much your body worships his.

you wanted so desperately for him to want you.

but you knew he would never tell you even if he was mad for you— Dio Brando would never look weak or desperate. that was your role to play.

finally, Dio erupts with a huffing, beastly symphony of moans and curses. his expulsion splatters on to your forehead and the apples of your cheeks, and you close one eye to avoid being blinded, but keep one open to watch the final spurts dribble over his hand, making a mess of his twitching cock.

with one, quiet moan, Dio climbs off of you, and stands flat footed on the floor beside the bed. though he’d cum, he wasn’t soft— his cock still throbbed, and you hopped up on to your knees, panting, in an instant, staring at it dripping delicious cum as he held it tight by the thick base.

“Clean me up.”

but he’d hardly gotten the words out of his mouth before you were crawling off the bed and across the freezing floorboards on your bare knees, mouth open to latch on to the swollen head and suck his taste off of it. you were always thorough, lapping up every drop, letting not a one escape your tongue, from his tip to his base, balls, and thighs. you’d lick every last inch of his body if that’s what he wanted, but he simply grins, arrogant and rightfully so, as his cum-painted live in fucktoy bathes him with her tongue.

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: explicit language, lots and lots of angst (sorry!)

summary: the weeks start passing by in a quick happy blur. the end of filming is coming sooner rather than later, but you and steve never talk about it ending, though. until you finally do.

CHAPTER SIX | ❝𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆❞

Filming was slowly but surely coming to an end.

It was something that you couldn’t help but remind yourself of as each day passed, and as double digits turned into single, it started feeling like some sort of bittersweet countdown.

Things started to ebb and flow on set, an easy sign to tell that things were reaching their end. Some days were really hectic, with last second changes or fixes you had to handle, and other days moved slower because there wasn’t much happening and everything was actually going smoothly.

You couldn’t figure out if it was funny or maybe more worrisome that you and Steve never specifically talked about the end; you and him never talked about your “arrangement” soon being over. Of course, both of you were well aware of that fact, but whenever you were together, and as the days slowly winded down, you never mentioned it to one another.

However, weirdly enough, your conversations would easily shift toward talks of your futures. With you talking about how you would be heading to Europe soon to work on Jessie’s next film as the Assistant Director. It was a job that didn’t even feel truly real until Jessie let you read the script, which you breezed through one morning and loved it, and you began having meetings with the Producers and other people involved in the film.

And then Steve would talk about going to New York City soon to do a press tour for a movie that he filmed last year that was coming out in a few months. And there were even short mentions about his new and more long-term assistant, Max, that would soon be taking over until Sheila was back from maternity leave.

The inevitable ending was implied in those talks about the future, but neither of your uttered words that were anywhere close to, “I can’t believe this is ending soon.”

It felt like two completely separate things, even though they were perfectly related to one another— your futures that you both knew wouldn’t involve each other versus what the two of you were currently doing and how you were with each other practically every night.

“You awake?” Steve asked you, voice soft. On this night, the two of you were in your apartment, specifically in your bed. It was dark and quiet, and it was also quite late, but you knew that he wasn’t planning to leave. Not spending the night at one another’s places after having sex was one of the unspoken rules between you two that had been broken night after night until it didn’t seem as if it had even been a rule in the first place.

Your eyes were shut but you were nowhere close to falling asleep because your thoughts were moving too fast.

“Yeah, I’m up,” You whispered back and then shifted around so you were facing him, adjusting the t-shirt you were wearing as you did so. Your eyes were fairly adjusted to the darkness, so you could somewhat make out Steve’s face. “Can’t sleep.”

“Me neither,” He responded as he moved a bit closer to you. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Thinking too much,” You said with a quick shake of your head as you further closed the small hint of space between you two and let your legs tangle with his beneath the blanket. “What about you?”

Instead of answering your question, he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

You weren’t entirely sure how to properly sum up your thoughts that felt both scattered and incomplete. However, the darkness made it feel a bit easier to say what had been on your mind, as messy and confusing as it had been.

“We never talk about this ending,” You said quietly as you gestured between you and him. “We talk about the future, which kind of implies that we both know this will be over soon, but we’ve never actually said it. And I don’t really know why but that’s been on my mind a lot lately, especially as filming gets closer and closer to ending.”

Steve didn’t say anything in response to your words, and that kind of made sense to you because you weren’t sure what he could’ve responded with or what you wanted him to respond with. The thoughts you’d been having felt open-ended, as if there was no answer to them. However, actually vocalizing it all made you realize something.

“But, I don’t know, now that I’m saying all of that out loud, I’m thinking that maybe the end doesn’t really matter because we’ll still be friends when all of this is done; our friendship never has to change or end like everything else.”

Steve was still quiet and you almost thought that he’d somehow fallen asleep, but you were quickly proven wrong when he shifted in the bed and turned so that he was on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

His silence in that moment made you realize that he never answered your previous question, so you decided to ask it again. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

You noticed his eyes fall shut for a brief moment as one of his hands came up to brush through his hair and he let out a small sigh. You had initially expected him to say something light-hearted, but now you had no idea what he was about to say because from the previous actions, it was simple to tell that he was nervous or stressed; you had learned enough of his mannerisms at this point to be able to read him quite easily. However, that didn’t mean that you could read his mind; although if you could it would have made the impact of his next words a lot less strong.

“I think I want more,” Steve’s voice was soft as he spoke. “I don’t want any part of this to end.”

His words sent something that felt equivalent to an electric shock through your body, but at the same time, you were too stunned to make any sort of movement.

“But…” You trailed off when words failed to form on your lips, mainly because your brain felt like it was barely able to function right then. You forced yourself to think of something, anything, to say. “What about everything we agreed on?”

“I know, but I feel like everything is completely different now. This past month has been really great, the greatest month I’ve had in such a long time. And in the beginning, I didn’t think I’d end up caring for you as much as I do now, and I definitely didn’t think I’d want this to be anything more than what it has been, but I do,” Steve told you, he sounded nervous saying all of this, but also so sure of himself. He was putting his heart out on the line and you got the sudden urge to do the same, but when he turned on his side to face you again, you also found yourself wanting to look away. Things became quiet for the briefest of moments before he continued. “I want this. I want you. I want us. I don’t want to be just friends with you. I don’t think I can be, honestly.”

All of that felt so unexpected, and you actually found it hard to process or even accept an ounce of what he was telling you. It wasnt that you didn’t think it was true— in fact, it actually hurt so much more because you could clearly hear the honesty in his tone— it was just that right then it felt easier for your mind to disregard it and push it away, instead of thinking about believing it.

“Steve, we can’t,” You told him, your voice was barely above a whisper and your words sounded shy and unsure, which made sense since your mind was nothing but a mess of confusion and contradictions. The thoughts you’d just been having mixed harshly with what Steve was telling you, and it wouldn’t have surprised you if your head exploded from the overload.

“I can’t imagine us going to only being friends and pretending like none of this ever happened,” He said and then quickly continued speaking. “You’ve never thought about us being real, or never wanted us to be more? Not even a little bit?”

The answer to his question was an easy one. Of course, you’d thought about it. Of course, you found yourself wanting it. You could’ve told him how there had been countless moments where you wanted to give him a quick kiss anytime you briefly saw him on set because any little moment you saw him managed to brighten your day, or how whenever you were hanging at either of your places you almost always wanted to slot your hand in his for no reason other than you just wanting to be closer to him.

However, you didn’t feel like you should say any of that.

Because you had wholeheartedly convinced yourself that something real could never work between you and him and it was hard to force yourself to think otherwise now. Especially because you always reminded yourself that there were way too many reasons why a relationship couldn’t work.

You were suddenly so grateful for the darkness because the fact that you couldn’t really see Steve at that moment made it easier to say your next words. “No… No, I haven’t. Us outside of this context, outside of these nights we’ve been having, doesn’t make sense. Our lives are so different and we wouldn’t work. Like, in a week, when filming is over, we both are going to be doing completely different things and that’s not gonna change. Long distance would suck and we’d probably just end up hating each other.” Your words were coming out slightly rushed as you told him the reasoning that you had continuously told yourself any time you started feeling even the smallest bit of something more for him. And as you said it all aloud, it made it feel even more upsettingly true.

You took a breath as you found his hand beneath the blanket and gave it a light squeeze. “During all of this, you became my best friend, and I really don’t want that to end or change. And if we actually did something, I think the only outcome is it ending badly. So, I think it would be best if we just stayed friends because I can’t lose you as my best friend. The talks we have and the little jokes we share; that friendship is so important to me. You’re so fucking important to me.”

Steve squeezed your hand back and a few long silent moments slowly passed before he muttered out a soft, “Okay.”

Things stayed quiet from there, with both of you simply looking at each other but barely making out each other’s faces in the darkness and hands still intertwined. There were two things you almost did in that moment— took back everything you had just said to him, and let your heart take precedence over what your mind was telling you was the logical thing to do.

However, seconds slowly turned into minutes and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you pushed away the hint of regret you were feeling, and then allowed yourself to finally fall asleep; the silence and lack of light allowing you to do so easily.

You were unsure how long you had been sleeping before you woke up because you felt the bed shifting. It was still completely dark in your bedroom, so you knew that it was nowhere near morning just yet.

You let out a quick yawn and then rolled over so that you could turn on the small lamp on your nightstand. You squinted in the newfound brightness as you rubbed your eyes and looked at Steve who was now standing close by the foot of your bed, attention elsewhere. “You’re leaving?”

He looked at you for a brief moment as he put on his pants. “Yeah… Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.”

“You don’t have to go,” You told him and then sat up a bit. It felt a little foreign telling him that when staying over at each other’s places felt like such second nature at this point. “I want you to stay.”

Steve was quiet and you could see how deeply he was thinking about either what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it, or maybe even both.

“I think we should end this part of it all now,” He said softly. He had still been looking away from you, eyes focused on grabbing his shirt from off of your floor, but then his gaze met yours. “Filming is over in a week anyway, and I think it would be easier if we stopped this, y’know? And just fully go into just being friends.”

He was essentially saying what you had convinced yourself you wanted to hear, but if you were being a thousand percent honest with yourself, you didn’t like hearing it.

It was then that you felt a shift happening, the rare but all too familiar feeling. The one that told you that this moment was about to be a defining one in your life, and it was being pushed in a certain direction. Right then it was hard to imagine how you would later look back on this moment because there were way too many possibilities and all of them, even the really bad ones, felt plausible.

You thought you would’ve felt this shift at the beginning of everything, when you and Steve started this arrangement. So, it felt a little weirder that it was hitting you at the end. It made you confused and you didn’t know if things were going to move in a bad direction or a good one; your gut feeling was telling you bad, but you sincerely hoped it was wrong. Everything felt too far gone now and like there was nothing you could do to stop or reverse what just happened. It felt impossible to take back everything you had said now, and your mind was still contemplating whether or not you even wanted to; if it would be worth it or just make things worse.

You ultimately nodded at what Steve had said because you couldn’t figure out what to do instead and you felt as if you’d been quiet for far too long.

“Okay… Okay, yeah, you’re right. That makes sense.” You knew that your voice sounded unsure and awkward, but you tried to hide it behind the tiniest of smiles. “Okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow on set.”

He gave you a small smile back. “Yeah.”

For some reason, the words “I’m sorry” were on the tip of your tongue, and you didn’t necessarily know why you wanted to say it. And then there was the other part of you that wanted to make some sort of joke to ease the awkward tension, but your mind felt effectively blank.

Steve looked at you one more time before he stepped out of your bedroom. “I really do see you as my best friend too.”

His words managed to ease something in you, soften something. It made you think that this decision being made was the right one.

Maybe everything would actually be good.

It didn’t take too long for you to feel like an idiot.

And it wasn’t because you felt like you had done the wrong thing by dismissing everything Steve had said to you; how he told you that he wanted more and you disregarded it all. Because you had woken up the morning after feeling entirely regretful, but you didn’t allow yourself to do anything about it. And as the hours went by, the feeling settled in your stomach and made a home there, but it didn’t hurt you as much. It lingered but it didn’t make you want to cry, like it had when you first woke up and quickly remembered what happened.

Instead, you felt like an idiot because you actually managed to make yourself believe that everything between you and Steve would be completely normal and okay.

You barely saw him that day on set— when you showed up to his trailer with his coffee and breakfast sandwich he wasn’t there so you just left it on the counter for him, and the same thing happened with his lunch too. Whenever you did manage to see him, he would only give you a quick hello before immediately heading off somewhere else. And that was almost exactly how the next few days went.

He was avoiding you and doing a damn good job at it. And it was hard to really do anything about it because the more you tried, and failed, to make things normal again between the two of you the more awkward you started to feel around him because none of it worked; he just continued to push you away.

The interactions you were so used to having with him— deep talks about everything and nothing or funny and random storytimes also about anything and everything— all too quickly became less and less frequent until your conversations were reduced to nothing but him talking to you whenever he needed something or wanted to ask you something work related.

He didn’t become rude again, though. Other than simply being polite and professional, he just seemed so indifferent. And that made you kind of wish that he was just an asshole to you again because it would’ve proved that he felt something toward you, even if it was animosity. But, he didn’t and you only became more and more confused.

If this whole situation didn’t make you feel so fucking sad, you would’ve found it at least a little ironically funny that he had said that he saw you as his best friend, but him being so distant and pushing you away didn’t feel like any sort of “best friendship,” it more so felt like he didn’t want to be your friend at all. And you couldn’t find the courage to call him out on it because you felt as if all of this happening was your fault anyway; that in some ways you did the first push.

And then you decided that if he could cast you away so easily— with what felt like not even a second thought because he didn’t once talk to you about why he was doing this— you could do the same.

You became good at coping, at pretending that nothing was wrong even though it felt like absolutely everything was going wrong.

You acted as if it didn’t hurt you so badly that your nights were once again quiet and lonely. And you especially acted as if everything in your apartment didn’t now remind you of him. That the two party hats, from the night he surprised you for your birthday, sitting on your dresser didn’t make you feel so irrevocably sad that you had to put them in your nightstand drawer so that you didn’t have to look at them anymore.

You had friendships end before, and ones that ended so much more volatile than what happened with Steve; high school was something adjacent to a rollercoaster for you. However, none of those endings felt as painful as this one.

It felt like you lost so much more than just a best friend.

next chapter!

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amerricanartwork · 7 months

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Current digital art process!

Acting on @shkika 's request because making my redraw for this post actually ended up giving me more confidence in my digital art process! As such, I'm gonna use it as a reference. And if this walkthrough of sorts turns out nice, I might do it again as my process evolves!

I started off with a quick sketch of sorts, trying to focus both on movement and volume, and get the general idea of where each element is located. I edit the image dimensions and placement of things a lot in this phase, as my ideas often tend to change once I actually begin drawing them. In this case, as I got it down, I decided I wanted it to look like some cheesy animal motivational poster, so that influenced where the text was.

From there, I began to clean and sometimes edit the sketch, mainly by thickening the lines to make the shapes more definite, and erasing what wasn't necessary and interfered with other parts. Volume is one of my biggest focuses in my drawings, so I try my best to get the volume of each character at least hinted at with the lines. This is something that will probably remain in my process for a while, as I quite dislike doing separate lineart and like the messy, sketchy feel anyway.

I also wanna mention, in addition to having references and such in other windows, I've recently begun having a second mini window of my current drawing off to the side so I can see what it looks like overall more easily, regardless of how much I zoom in on and flip the main window. It's quite helpful!

For reference, this is what the final sketch looked like:

Then, I went on to add the flat colors. Another tip: I almost always set my sketch layer to "Lumi & Shade" because I think it makes the line colors a lot richer, but since it's based on what colors are underneath, it colors the lines a lot more individually than changing the sketch color as a whole. Here's some comparison to a version without the effect (left):

Then, I add some shading using a (really nice) marker brush. This is honestly one of my favorite parts of the process, just trying to carve out all the volumes, especially since I usually use a pretty blue color for shadows!

Sometimes, I honestly just leave drawings finished at this step, because I adore the sketchy look so much, and because I really don't like the tediousness of more realistic rendering in the painting process; from what I've seen/experienced, it often involves having to basically paint the entire image over again, which I've realized I find REALLY boring (and is also why I clean the sketch instead of making a new lineart layer). As such, one of my hopes is to reach a point where I could almost completely avoid having to clean up the image in a traditional painting method, instead being able to lay down lines and colors so well that they convey nearly all the volume necessary on their own, still have that sketchy appeal, yet also look finished and professional.

Alas, I did do a bit of clean up on this image, but I think it still turned out alright!

Here's the finished drawing! I'll have to practice with this process a bit more to truly solidify it as my digital go-to, but nonetheless, I think this came out adorable! Thanks again shkika for the ask, and thanks to @mintscampi for the sweet prompt! I hope you guys like it!

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 7 months

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One Night Stands and Phone Numbers [Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: Safe piv sex in the backseat of a car, kissing and normal foreplay stuff.

Summary: You owe Frankie a baseball hat and your digits. Will he get them back?

Words: 2,389

A/N: This is a sequel to Blind Dates and One Night Stands. Enjoy!

Frankie spots you immediately behind the bar when he enters, and it’s not just because you're wearing his baseball cap. No, it’s just the everythingness of you: your face, hair, body, how you laugh at something your coworker says, how you smile at him when you see him.

Last night’s sex is still fresh in his mind, and he glances quickly at the barstool where he had you. His dick twitches, and he forces himself to think unsexy thoughts, like he had to do when he was a teenager trying to hide embarrassing boners while watching the cheerleading squad practice in their short skirts.

Sliding onto a stool, he feels the heat rise in his cheeks when you lean onto the bar across from him, your plump breasts round in your cleavage, and greet him like you’ve been waiting to see him.

”Hi,” he smiles back, eyes flickering up to his hat. ”I see you found my hat.”

”I think I’ll keep it,” you wink at him, and his heart misses a beat.

”It looks better on you than on me.”

”Beer?” You're already reaching for a glass, and Frankie nods.

”I’ll have one, please.”

You pull him one and leave to serve other customers. Frankie barely touches the glass, instead following you with his eyes like some creep. Last night was good, but was it just a one time thing? Will he get your number this time?

He could still taste you on his lips when he woke up this morning, hard and leaking from the memory of you. He had had to jerk off in a feverish frenzy, and when he lay panting and stared at the ceiling, his sheets soiled with his release, all he could think of was you.

He thought of you all day, and now you are here, so close, and he has to wait for you to have time for him.

When you finally rejoin him, he’s nervously tapping his fingers against the counter.

”What time do you get off?” he asks, trying to sound cool.

”Midnight.” You turn your head to check the clock on the wall behind you. ”Hour and a half.”

That’s earlier than last night. Frankie sees an opening, and swallows quickly.

”Would you want to grab a bite? With me, I mean?”

You tilt your head a little, and your teasing grin is everything.

”Oh, I’d love a bite.”

”I’ll make sure you get one,” he replies without thinking, and that makes you laugh. Whew.

”Looking forward to it. Will you wait here?”

”Sure.”

A yawn finds its way out of you when you collect your purse from your locker, and step back to the busy bar, immediately finding Frankie in the thickening crowd. He’s standing by the bar, neck slightly bent, that thick dark hair a messy halo of a mop on his head. He comes towards you as you start walking, and when someone bumps into you, you see a shadow cast over Frankie’s face. There’s something in his eyes, like he’s taking quick measure of the situation. His otherwise so calm and sweet features are set in stone, impenetrable, and his whole body language seems to change into something that reminds you of a big feline stalking something through the jungle. He goes right back to normal in the blink of an eye, however, when the person who bumped into you apologizes without barely looking at you, and you walk on.

”You okay?” he asks you immediately when you reach him.

”Yeah, sure,” you nod, putting a hand on his arm. ”Come on, let’s get outta here.”

His broad shoulders lead the way through the crowd, and you follow closely with your hand in his. When you’re outside on the street, you tug on his hand, making him turn and face you.

”Hi,” you smile, suddenly a little shy. The smile he gives you back is so warm that you can practically feel it on your skin.

”Hi. Was work okay?”

”Uneventful.”

”That’s nice to hear.”

You take a step closer, and he seems to interpret you just right. When your lips meet, it feels like you’ve kissed a thousand times before, but he still makes your toes curl. His hat falls off your head, and neither one of you cares.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he confesses in a low rumble against your lips. You hum, loop your arms around his neck, and kiss him again. It feels familiar in a way that surprises you: you don't even know him, for chrissakes.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, seemingly unwillingly, judging from the way his lips linger on yours. His breath is hot, there is a hint of beer on it, and his soft, plump lips make a stark contrast to the prick of his facial hair. A shudder runs through you, and he misinterprets it.

"You're getting cold, let's go get something to eat. I know a great diner nearby."

You don't correct him, just pick up his hat, put it back on your head, and let him take you by the hand.

Turns out, it's the same diner that you like, and both of you already have favorites on the menu. As you wait for your orders, you talk about what a wonder it is that you haven't seen each other here before, given the fact that both of you seem to eat here "all the time".

Frankie reveals that he's been in the military and thus out of the country from time to time. He's retired now, however, and in-between jobs, looking for something to settle into. You have your bartending job, liking it enough to not be looking for anything else, but you don't know if you want to keep doing that for the rest of your life. The night shifts get heavier with each year, and rarely having weekend nights off has definitely had an impact on your social - and dating - life.

The conversation flows easily as you eat. Frankie is not only good-looking, but also funny and considerate. Around halfway through dinner, you decide to sleep with him again, if he's interested. After you've paid and left the diner, he walks you back to your car. Clearly unwilling to say good night, he nevertheless seems to want to wrap it up somehow, so that you won't have to remain out in the cold. Besides, you're constantly stifling yawns.

"I had a really nice time," he tells you finally. "Can I see you again?"

"I have a family birthday in the weekend," you tell him ruefully. "But next week?"

"I'd like that.

You put your lips on his, and he pulls you into his warmth as he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. The memory of the previous night burns between your legs, and as Frankie turns the truck onto the main road, you clench around emptiness in a desperate attempt to alleviate the hunger.

Goddamnit.

"Frankie?" you murmur, hands sliding down his front, then around to his ass. "'s your truck parked near here?"

"Yeah?"

"Take me to it."

Frankie gets it fast. He takes your hand and walks with you to his truck, parked around the corner. You get into the backseat of the truck, Frankie following, and as soon as the door slams shut behind him, you pull at his jacket lapels, make him come to you as you half sit, half lie in the backseat.

"You sure about this?" he asks you breathlessly while shoving you skirt up your thighs. Your heart is in your throat, nervous and excited at the same time, and you nod frenetically as your legs spread to give him access to the wet apex of your thighs. He smiles, you can just about see it in what light the streetlamps offer, and his hand stops high up on the inside of your thigh.

"Lemme hear you say it." His voice is smooth and gravelly at the same time, how is that even possible? You swallow hard.

"I'm very sure that I want you to fuck me right here and now, Frankie."

Immediately, his hand rushes up to cup you over your lace panties, and you move against it, wanting friction. Your kisses are hurried but Frankie keeps trying to gain control of the situation, like he wants it to be slow. You can't do slow, not like this, so you fight to open his belt and get at his fly. The prong sings against the metal buckle when you unzip his pants, and Frankie finally seems to understand that this is not going to be slow and sweet. He yanks down your top and buries his face in the cleft of your cleavage, dragging down your bra to free your tits from its cups. His cock is straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you reach for your purse. A low growl rises from Frankie, and you giggle breathlessly.

"I'm just grabbing a rubber."

"Let's get you wet first."

"I'm wet enough." You're not absolutely sure that that's true, considering his size, but you want it hard and tight now. He showed you last night that he's considerate and will go down on you if you only ask him, but if you got off on fucking him in the bar where you work last night, fucking him in the backseat of his parked pickup truck in the middle of town feels so dirty that you only want it just like that: dirty.

Frankie growls low and ducks down between your thighs. The conditions are cramped but somehow, he manages to press his face against the drenched lace. He inhales deeply before pushing the cloth aside to flick his tongue at your clit. Your first closes tightly around the condom, and you try to raise your hips to make the angle less extreme for him. Your skirt bunched up around your hips, Frankie takes a hold of your hips and lifts them up in the air. You yelp, one foot finding the back of the driver's seat, the other propping itself up on the seat as you grab hold of whatever's the closest to help him. The crotch of your panties slips back in place, but he rubs his lips, chin, and nose against you, teasing you mercilessly until your legs are shaking from effort and arousal. He puts you down, licks his lips, and kisses you deeply before you shove him off of you enough to pull out his cock and get the condom on.

It's probably the least comfortable sex you've ever had, but it's still in the top three of the best sex. Lacking proper warm-up, your pussy still eagerly swallows Frankie's cock entering from an awkward angle. The space isn't working to your advantage but there is nothing in Frankie's performance that warrants any complaints: he takes care to only go halfway in at first, shoving his impressive inches all the way only when the resistance is lower. Covering you, he drives himself in, over and over, harder and faster than you thought he'd be able to in these spatially compromised circumstances. You try to brace yourself against the door, a seatbelt buckle is digging into your shoulder, one foot propped behind the neck rest, one arm thrown around Frankie, who’s panting hotly against your tits.

"Fuck, baby," he presses, licking sloppily at your nipple. "Such a screamer, you doing okay?"

You didn't even realize you were being loud.

"Don't you dare stop," you moan, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure on your lower back. Frankie curses low, pulls out - you mewl unhappily and reach for him, but he pulls you up.

"Let's switch."

You reorganize yourselves, arms and legs and clothes in the way, and with Frankie sitting in the backseat, you're free to straddle him. Pulling your panties to the side, you devour his thick cock with your pussy in one swift move. Frankie's hands come to your tits, his eyes are glassy in the sparse light, and he thrusts upwards once.

"Ride my cock," he tells you, and there is no mistaking his tone. You seize a neck rest with one hand and Frankie's shoulder with the other, and you ride him like a bat out of hell. The slick slapping of skin against skin, the rustle of clothing, your loud, heavy breathing, Frankie's moaning - Jesus Christ, he moans, he's a man who moans - is all you can hear, and it's just as good as last night, it's better than last night, you're almost hoping for someone to pass by and see you, witness this fantastic fuck that's driving you closer and closer towards your climax with each grind, each yesyesyes ohgodyes. Frankie shoves your skirt out of the way, stares down at the spot where the two of you are connected, eyes round and mouth hanging open in bliss and bewilderment. When you throw your head back, your body tense and ready to burst, he shoves his hand down, thumb pressing down on your clit.

You scream. The orgasm is brief but blazing, leaving behind a warm, soggy sensation when you lean back with your hands on Frankie's knees, moaning throatily. Frankie leans forwards and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking hot, I'm gonna cum in just a second, just stay where you are," he babbles, mouth full of your soft flesh and stiff nipples. Moments later, he thrusts up into you, grimacing into your tits, a growl escaping him as he keeps you still on his cock with a steely grip of your ass cheeks.

Some ten minutes later, you both step out of the truck. Frankie cages you gently against it, lips on your flushed cheek, your sweaty forehead, your dry lips.

"Next time I want to do this in a bed."

“Oh, you’re a romantic?”

“Unapologetically.”

"This weekend?" you suggest immediately. His lips are now on your neck.

"You had a family thing?" His hands are wandering down your front, cupping your tits, and your breath hitches.

"Don't care. Want you."

He pulls back a little, smiling so sweetly that you think that this is it, you're actually in love, not just attracted.

"Can I have your number now?"

You smile back, and there's a glint in his eye.

"Yes, you can."

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