#whether it ' s leaning down to kiss the person or having himself

[star-sim]

plushies and pouts ☆ riki nishimura

☆ non-idol! boyfriend! riki x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time that riki punched your plushie and you got mad at him. ☆ genre: fluff!! riki has beef with your plushies #loser ☆ warning(s)? n/a!! ☆ word count: 1.2k ☆ can't get bf! riki outta my head good lord

"Look, Babe, I'm sorry—"

The silence was piercing. You didn't even spare him a glance, only ignoring Riki as you quietly snuggled up into your pillows (and not him, who was laying mere inches away from you).

Riki wet his lips. 

"I didn't mean to," he continued, reaching for your hand. You shot him a glare and jerked your hand away before he could even touch you. 

"Don't say that to me," you snapped, your tone harsh and cold. "Say that to the person you hurt."

With that, you turned back to your phone, scrolling away and ignoring your boyfriend, you lips painted with a small pout.

Riki sighed.

Just minutes ago, the two of you were all over each other, lips connected as you hungrily kissed each other. 

Today was supposed to be one of your lazy days spent with Riki. The moment that Riki texted you that he was here, you pounced on him, crashing your lips against his almost immediately. He loved it when your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it gently as your plush lips pressed soft kisses along his jaw.

Riki hadn't seen you in a week or two, courtesy of grueling schoolwork. 

How was he supposed to stop himself from getting too eager?

Riki eyed the Strawberry Rilakkuma (aptly named Kkumi) plush strewn across the floor, its round body faced down.

You had two policies for Riki when it came to hanging out in your room.

Policy #1: Respect all your plushies. That means to not hit them, to not call them mean names, and to treat them with kindness. 

Policy #2: If you and Riki were going to do anything on your bed, whether it be making out or cuddling, you had to turn every plushie around so that they wouldn’t have to watch. According to you, you and Riki were your plushies’ parents, so it would be traumatizing for them to watch you and him make out.

Listen, Riki usually followed your rules perfectly. He treated all of your plushies with kindness.

But with his hoodie draped over your shoulders, with the way that your perfume was filling all his senses as you pulled his hair, with the way that you were all pressed up against him giggling into his ear while pressing sticky kisses against his neck— How could you expect him to stop all of a sudden just so that he can cover your Rilakkuma plush’s eyes?

"Riki—" you had murmured against his lips, your hands sliding down to his shoulders to give them a squeeze, "Riki, wait—"

He had ignored you, only gripping your waist to pull you even closer. 

"Ri—"

Riki cut you off with his lips, relishing in the way you let out a squeak. You melted at his touch, rendered completely helpless, something that made him grin against your lips.

And just as he thought he successfully shut you up, you swiftly pulled away from him. You were breathless, your pupils blown out yet filled with desperation. 

"Kkumi's watching," you breathed, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as if that didn't make Riki's stomach do flips. Who was Kkumi again? Oh, it was your Strawberry Rilakkuma plush.

Riki clutched your chin, leaning in to kiss you, but you pushed him away. 

"Kkumi is a plushie," Riki rasped, bringing up his large hand to cup your cheek. "He can't see a damn thing."

"Kkumi is our child," you furrowed your brows, poking him in the chest. "Imagine if you saw your parents making out."

Riki shrugged.

The next moments were a blur.

Riki reached across your lap and grabbed Kkumi the Strawberry Rilakkuma plush. With one hand, he threw the plushie into the air, and with the other, he smacked it down to the floor, sending the plushie across the room. 

A shrill scream ripped from your throat as you watched in horror, your beloved Rilakkuma plushie wallowing on the floor below you. 

"Riki, how could you?!" you immediately jumped to your feet, picking Kkumi off the floor and cradling his poor face against your chest. 

"He's a stupid plush," Riki murmured, frowning when you shot him an offended look.

You scoffed. "He's not stupid!"

"He is."

And that's how Riki found himself you-less, all cold now that you were ignoring him.

Fine, maybe he went too far throwing and punching your plushie, and maybe he shouldn't have called it stupid, but it simply wasn't fair! Your plushies got to see you everyday and sleep with you every night, and he didn't.

He glanced at Kkumi the Strawberry Rilakkuma, his eyes hardening at the darn thing. Was he seriously going to apologize to it?

Riki's eyes flickered over to you, the upset pout on your lips. Oh, how much he wanted to kiss them right now. You'd whine and push him away, but Riki knew that you'd melt. Still, he knew you were serious. You took every and all matters related to your plushies very seriously.

Riki sighed. Making sure that you were looking, he got up to his feet, stalking over to Kkumi on the floor. He grabbed the plush's face and held it by the ears, taking a good look at its fabric face.

"I'm sorry," Riki said through gritted teeth, (not-so-)sneakily peeking to see if you were watching. "I'm sorry for hitting you and calling you stupid, Kkumi."

He waited a few seconds. Surely you'd let him kiss you again after this, right?

"Kiss his forehead," you ordered, your arms crossed over your chest.

"W-What?"

"You heard me," you rolled your eyes. "You've been a bad father. That's your child there."

Riki stared at you incredulously. You only stared back with a quirked brow, almost as if you were testing him. Riki sighed once more.

The things that he did for you.

Riki brought the bear's forehead to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. Riki could hear your judgy eyes, so he took it a step further. 

Awkwardly petting the plush's head, Riki robotically, though gently, said, "I'm sorry for being a bad father. I'll do better in the future."

Riki whipped his head over to you for approval. You narrowed your eyes quizzically, before you took in a deep breath.

"Do you forgive me—"

"Fine," you muttered, opening your arms. "I forgive y— Ack!"

The moment that those words came out of your lips, Riki jumped on you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I missed you," he murmured against your skin. 

"It's been ten minutes," you flicked his forehead gently, though your hands took their place in his hair.

"Well, it was the worst ten minutes of my life."

You didn't say anything else, so Riki took that as a sign to snuggle up even further against you, his large body draping over you. You were so warm, and soft, and comforting, Riki couldn't imagine living another moment not close to you. He felt so calm. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just closed his eyes a little bit, after all, you were with him, engulfing him with your warmth.

Slowly, Riki drifted off, with nothing but the image of you in his head.

(Though, a few hours later, when the both of you woke up, you went to grab a glass of water for the both of you. Riki made sure that you were nowhere to be seen as he raised his fist towards the many plushies lining your bed, punching them square in the face. Sorry, he loved you, but his beef with your plushies would be endless.)

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[lunarw0rks]

Simon would have a rough time trusting another person enough to have sex.

can you write something about his first time with the reader where he asks about consent for almost every move he makes?

I'd love a gender neutral reader but afab is good too❤️❤️

♡ PART TWO ♡ PART THREE ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ first-time with simon ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ // warning(s): nsfw, gn!reader

it took long for him to admit his feelings for you. took even longer to do anything resembling intimacy. it's the deepest connection for him, though he doesn't look the type.

it's everything to him, and nothing simultaneously. he could have a healthy relationship that lacked sexual intimacy entirely, and wouldn't lose a wink of sleep.

but here he was — ready to test the waters.

it had to be an act of one hundred percent certainty with Simon. no regrets, no hard feelings, no uncomfortable moments. pure pleasure with someone he trusted.

none of it was planned, which both terrified and intrigued him.

you had arrived home like normal, shared a meal like normal. and then... somehow ended up all over each other — not normal for you two. but it wasn't rushed, it wasn't hot and heavy, it was natural. you were leaning into him heavier than before, kissing him even deeper.

it was as if your bodies had all the conversation up until this point — a silent decision that tonight was the night. "you sure about this, love?" Simon murmured, a thumb caressing your cheek as he looked for any inkling of doubt in your eyes. however, there wasn't any, not even a smidge.

whether you supplied a nod or a verbal cue, he continued to ask for them. he needed them, otherwise it didn't feel right. each layer of clothing, he asked. every new inch of flesh, he asked. Simon needed to know you were all there; not blinded by lust, not purely following his lead for the sake of a hasty release.

"can I take these off?" his fingers hovered over your undergarments, waiting until you nodded for him to roll them down your thighs. even when exposed in front of him, his mind was running a mile a minute. Simon relied on his hands first, since he kept his mouth busy looking for reassurance. "does that feel alright? you want 'em faster?" his need for consent oozed enough sex-appeal to begin with — but now you were greeted with a whole new him. still considerate, still frazzled, but even more attractive than you'd ever seen him.

you were sure his eyes never left you, because they didn't. whether he was making eye contact or watching his hands prepare you, they were always cemented.

sometimes the other hand would stay at his side until you were deeper in pleasure. then it would move to your chest, slithering up until he could caress your heated cheeks. his touch, even the innocent one, only heightened his ability to make you feel good.

he didn't know when to stop. what if you weren't really ready? what if he hurt you somehow? you physically had to snap him out of it. either by begging, or giving him a look of desperation — and it spoke volumes, indeed. you needed him, yearned for the part of Simon still unknown.

"say the words and i'll stop, love." once again, his gaze searched for discomfort, but found none. after a few moments of shuffling, he found a position that required little exertion — spooning you. his arms could remain tight around your waist, where he could hit all the right angles, and both parties could remain relaxed on the mattress.

and so it began; the slowest ease, the utmost restraint when he finally rid himself of his clothes. though you hadn't touched an inch of him, his arousal was evident. inch by inch, he guided himself into you, "we'll take it slow— just like this." he stuck to his words, halting if you ever needed a moment. he was still as a statue until you gave him the go-ahead to go all in. "does that feel good? you want more, hm? fuck, you feel good around me."

Simon finally started to enjoy it, too, though he remained calculated and observant. your own sounds and praises are what mattered most, always would to him. he could physically feel his trust building with you, as did he mentally.

whether common or uncommon, there were more nights like this to come in the future.

the night wasn't perfect by any means, but his forbearance was not something easily forgotten.

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[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤhear me outㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsituations where he felt humiliated while explaining himself ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, cyno, kaeya, heizou !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

(may be considered a little suggestive ???? kuni likes your thighs!! basta yon putek)

in his defense, it's normal for a loving boyfriend to tweet about his partner on his private account, right ? he's just flexing you !

kunxzhi tweeted: "i want to bite [name]'s thighs archons send strength" kunxzhi tweeted: "archons im no soldier im going feral for them"

he stared at his tweet notifications that displayed on your screen as you held your phone up in front of his face, giving him the most 'this you ?' look humanity has ever seen

no, you weren't mad, you were flustered actually. but you're not used to him thinking about you like that, you thought you were the one thinking about him like that

"you wanna like... elaborate, babe ?" you spoke, setting your phone down on the counter as you leaned with one arm against it, the other resting on your hip in a sassy manner, staring him down. at this, kuni got even more nervous, tugging at the collar of his loose tanktop and mustering up a crooked smile

"i uhm..... hehe ?" why the hell did he 'hehe' ?!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤcyno !ㅤ

please, he did NOT mean to stare at you so much, his eyes following you like a predator, and you weren't even doing anything

you were just wearing one of his shirts with an apron tied around your waist, circling the kitchen while cooking. it wasn't anything like..... ok maybe because you were wearing his shirt and it was loose so you looked absolutely darling in it, but archons forbid the day he has to admit that

he didn't even realize he was staring until you were waving your hand in front of his face. "cyno ? darling ?" he snapped out of his trance as his lips parted, the words ready to spill out for his response, but he felt the way your hand rested on his chest softly

that hand on his chest, along with the way you looked up at him, he is about to have a meltdown

"cyno ? you've been staring at me for a while now.." "eh...." how does he even explain himself in this situation when there was absolutely no prominent reason he should be staring in the first place ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaeya !ㅤ

you've scolded him about drinking on several different occasions by now, and yes, he respects your concerns and he has limited his visits to the local tavern ! but, he needs to let of some steam sometimes

tonight was one of those nights where you allowed him to go to the tavern, giving him a curfew of course

and he arrived on time to his curfew ! just... very messily...

there was a knock on the door, and to your relief, it was your boyfriend ! but, vomiting in the plant bed by the door when you opened up to him knocking. he looked up at you, wiping off his chin as he gave you a guilty, crooked smile. only for you to narrow your eyes and glare at him in return, expectant of an explanation, yet only receiving a nervous chuckle from the male still hunched over on the doorstep

may the anemo archon give you patience to deal with this charming but stubborn man

"you're sleeping on the sofa tonight." "aw love, how cruel !" "you smell." "well, true, but —"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou ! ㅤ

you two had developed a morning routine that you were both used to. you would make him some food that he can take with him, whether he's leaving for work or personal training, and he would come home at the end of the day with some random trinket and a kiss

but today, he came home with a broken leg. actually, you had to pick him up at work because he couldn't even walk

his eyes glued to the wall or the floor when you stood in front of him, waiting for an explanation that he couldn't give. it wasn't that it was bad, it was just humiliating. but to his dismay, you asked his coworker instead

"did he sprain it while practicing his stunts ?" you questioned one of his office peers, receiving a sympathetic laugh in reply. "it's ironic actually, we thought so too." they replied, making you raise your eyebrow. "then if not from that, what happened ?" "he tripped while walking into the office."

color drained from his face and his dignity dropped to the floor, making a hole for him to crawl into — not actually, but he wished

as you stepped out of the office, carrying him on your back, you planted a kiss to his cheek as he hid his face in your shoulder

"no need to be embarrassed, idiot."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

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[theemporium]

hello, could you write something where your relationship with James is in the beginning and he's always the one who kisses you, and one day you want to kiss him but you're too embarrassed to just do it?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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James Potter was the kind of boyfriend you dreamed of having.

He was sweet, unreasonably so. He was charming and he made your head spin in the best way possible. When you were with him, you felt like his number one priority. There was never a moment with James where you felt anything but adored.

The relationship was new and still blossoming, but you knew you were in it for the long run with James. And he knew that too. You were as enamoured by him as he was with you.

And with the small time you’ve been together, you had picked up on a few of his habits. How he was never a morning person, always a little grumpy when he settled down beside you until he had some food in his stomach. How his hands moved animatedly when he spoke, regardless of what he was talking about. How he always preferred to be on your left, whether it was walking down the hallway or sitting next to you on the couch in the common room.

How he was always the one to initiate any sort of affection, whether it was a hug or a holding your hand or even a kiss.

James always initiated it and you never stopped him, because you were more than happy to let him do so.

But there were times when sometimes you wished he would turn around to catch your eye during a conversation. There were times where you wished he wasn’t so distracted by the textbook he was reading over. There were times where you wished he hadn’t run out for quidditch practice so quickly.

Because all of those times, you just wanted to kiss your boyfriend but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Because you didn’t want to come off as clingy or desperate. Because you didn’t want James to think you were constantly leeching onto his side for affection and love.

Because it was so early on in the relationship and you didn’t want to ruin anything, even if your fingers itched to pull him down for a kiss more often than not.

“You good?”

Your eyes snapped away from the random patch of grass you had been blankly staring at for the past few minutes, instead focusing on the boy beside you who had a look of concern splashed across his face.

“Huh?” You blinked before smiling. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His brows furrowed together. “You gonna tell me the truth now?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play off his question as you turned back to the book on your lap. “I’m fine, James, honestly.”

“Ouch, my full name as well,” James murmured, poking your thigh slightly. “What did I do?”

Your face softened slightly. “Nothing, you didn’t do anything.”

Because it was true.

It was a Saturday afternoon, you were sprawled out on a picnic blanket with your boyfriend. You had a good book in your lap, with James leaning against you like a pillow as he dozed off, and the moment couldn’t have been more perfect.

If it weren’t for your racing thoughts.

“Baby,” he groaned softly as he propped himself up on his elbow, giving you a pointed look. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

There was a small pause.

“Please?”

You sighed as you sagged back against the tree he had set the blanket under. Your eyes focused on anywhere but your boyfriend, your cheeks heating in embarrassment as you muttered out your response.

“I want to kiss you.”

James raised his brows, trying to bite back the grin that wanted to spread across his face. “Yeah?”

“You want to laugh,” you grumbled as you reached up to cover your face, but he quickly grabbed your hands before you could do so.

“No, baby, no,” James shook his head, grinning at you. “I would never laugh at you. I think it’s cute.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you can kiss me whenever you want, princess,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your inner wrist. “Don’t need to worry that big brain of yours over it.”

“I just…” you trailed off with a sigh. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want it?”

James almost looked offended. “Princess, I would kiss you all day if I could.”

You snorted.

“I’m serious,” James continued, sitting up a little so his face was a few inches away from yours. “That would be my dream job.”

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured affectionately.

“An idiot who’s waiting for his pretty girlfriend to kiss him,” James corrected.

It was hard to kiss him when you were grinning like an idiot yourself, but you did your best as you leaned forward with a hand pressed against his cheek. You kissed him like you had been wanting to kiss him for ages. You kissed him like it would be your last time.

It was soft but eager, and James didn’t think he could ever get tired of your kisses.

“Good,” he murmured against your lips, his nose nudging against yours before he leaned down to kiss you again. “I expect that every five minutes now.”

And his grin only widened when you leaned your head back to laugh

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[nejiverse]

APOLOGETIC KISSES

Rin Itoshi

In which Y/n and Rin get into an argument before bed but the latter can't sleep without feeling his beloved girlfriend Fem! Reader

cw: neck kissing, (s/c) is skin colour

wc: 0.7k

Going to sleep and being angry with Rin was something Y/n really hated. She hated going to sleep right after an argument but he just annoyed her so much tonight.

"Don't talk to me Rin, you're pathetic", she spat, turning her back to him and letting the sheets swallow her.

Rin noticed how she briefly typed on her phone— no longer than fifteen seconds— and slammed it on the counter after she said those harsh words.

But talk about killing with words. She called him by his name. She never did that unless she was really pissed off, like now.

Rin's face remained calm and composed as he ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the padded headboard.

How did he always manage to mess things up?

His sharp tongue that's how. He couldn't help it though, that was just the kind of person he was— telling it like it is.

But he had to admit to himself that he was out of line this time. He was in the wrong but he wouldn't announce that out loud, he had too much pride to do that.

Just before the ravenette was about to let out a hefty sigh, his phone buzzed. It was a message from his brother.

"Apologise".

Rin eyed his girlfriend from his peripheral vision— or the back of her head at least. She had a habit of complaining to his older brother every time they got into an argument and frankly it was annoying.

He figured that was why she was texting earlier.

He didn't need Sae giving him orders, he was old enough to make his own decisions.

He placed his phone down and laid down comfortably, his eyes facing Y/n's covered back.

It all felt wrong. His hands felt so bare and empty, not being able to feel her warm and gorgeous (s/c) skin beneath his hands, while his torso felt slightly colder, not having her back right up against him.

He needed to feel her.

Rin couldn't help but shuffle closer to her and gently wrap his hands around her body that fitted perfectly against his own.

He took his right hand and put it up her top, resting it against her stomach and his other hand moved her hair away from her neck before he entangled his fingers together with her own supple ones.

He let his lids fall over his eyes and left slow kisses up her neck.

"Don't be mad", he mumbled against her neck.

He didn't expect her to hear him nor did he want her to hear him, what he said was a hope for the morning more than anything.

Little did Rin know she was awake, trying hard to suppress her breaths.

His lips in their casual silent way, told her he was sorry.

His kisses were tender. He kissed her neck with reverence; it's what she deserved after all.

Once he started to trace little shapes against her stomach, her hand twitched against his own and she let out a soft sigh, making Rin stop. He didn't want to wake her up.

Y/n internally cursed herself. She didn't want him to stop at all, quite the opposite in fact.

Slowly, she took his right hand and ran it along her stomach again, urging him to continue.

Rin concluded that she was still in a state of sleep when she did that because if she wasn't, she would've pushed him off herself.

But he was gravely mistaken by that conclusion. When he kissed her neck like that and touched her so lovingly, it made her ponder why she was mad at him and why she even bothered staying mad at him.

Whether she was awake or not didn't really change that fact that he would pepper kisses along her neck till the break of dawn.

He opted to apologise properly in the morning.

Masterlist here :)

a/n: i'm in my Rin era ya'll I have so much ideas to write about

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen overhear their s/o talking lovingly about them

requested by anon : "imagine svt reaction to accidentally overhearing their s/o talking lovingly about them (to a friend, other member etc)"

masterlist

seungcheol

comes into the room just as you're telling your friend "he's just the sweetest person ever, i'm so in love with him—" before trailing off when you spot him standing in the doorway. grins, goes "i'm only the sweetest for you" before getting flustered at himself and promptly kissing the top of your head and just bolting out of the room

jeonghan

overhears you talking so fondly over the phone and just smiles to himself, retreating back into the living room. opens his arms for a hug once you've finished your phone call, going "you love me that much, hm?" all teasingly, but won't let you get flustered before he's leaving loads of little kisses over your cheeks

joshua

you don't even notice him in the doorway, too engrossed in rambling to your friend over the phone. he laughs to himself, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a fond smile on his face and his cheeks pink until you finally catch his eye, getting all flustered yourself. walks over to you, tilts your chin upwards and kisses you right there, murmuring "i love you" against your lips

junhui

the poor boy's hearing isn't really the best so you'd have to be like. extremely oblivious to his presence as he noisily comes home early to you simply gushing about how much of a lovely boyfriend he is. laughs, drapes himself over you and kisses your cheek before running away, leaving you surprised and also shaking your head fondly as you hear him laughing in the distance

hoshi

tries to stand in the doorway all quiet and cool but he accidentally misses the frame when trying to lean against it and stumbles over his own feet, cursing so loud that it alerts you to his presence. you just look at him, shaking your head with a smile, then turn to your friend again and say "now this is exactly why i love him"

wonwoo

the stealthiest. was listening to the entire conversation from start to finish (your friend didn't even let you know smh) and comes and sits down next to you once you've stopped talking, smiling so lovingly and smugly at the same time and you just know. you just know he heard everything. ruffles your hair and kisses your cheek, telling you it's very sweet, and could your friend maybe leave now so he can kiss you senseless please? 

woozi

mentally files away everything you say about him, all the weird metaphors and the endlessly sweet words so that he can turn them around and use them for you, whether in song or little notes or whispering them to you when you're both soft with sleep. he's touched that you love him so much, and he wants to give all of that love back and so much more

minghao

he's not going to enter the room or let you know of his presence because this isn't something he's meant to be hearing. can't help but stand just outside the room though, a smile on his face, because wow, he didn't know he meant that much to you but he's so glad he does, because you mean so much to him too

mingyu

doesn't tell you that he overheard, but you know that he did bc he's just so giggly and literally like ^-^ around you for days. spoils you even more than before, compliments you every other minute, is so much clingier and tells you he loves you all the time because genuinely, he really really does. 

dokyeom

honestly i don't think this man can eavesdrop on a conversation to save his life. just starts giggling or letting out those little snorts or just bumps into something so he simply stops trying to listen in on conversations. it's a little hard to ignore you when you're screaming your love for him on the phone to your friend, though, and he just laughs and shakes his head, heart warm with love

seungkwan

tries to act all cool about it after hearing you talk about him to your friend but as you're going to bed that night he throws his arms over you and starts blubbering about how much he loves you and how precious you are to him and how he just feels so lucky to have known and been loved by someone as wonderful as you

vernon

tells you he heard you talking to your friend about him. goes "so i heard you talking to them about me" but before you even have a chance to say anything about it he's just grinning at you and teasing you endlessly about all the weird and strange things you like about him until you're so flustered and hitting him to shut up

chan

won't let you know he overheard you while your friend is still hanging out in your apartment, but once they're gone he sidles up to you like "...do you really like it that much when i do those stupid voices?" bc he just can't believe that you're so in love with something so silly that he does. also pls give him lots of love to his face from now on, he'd love it sm <3

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[igotanidea]

Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Women's day with Dick.

Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)

***

After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.

Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.

And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).

Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.

“Morning sweetheart.”

At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.

“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.

“no, not exactly—”

“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”

“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?

“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.

As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.

“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.

“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer

“Best wishes…”

“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”

“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”

“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”

“What kind of special day do we have in March?”

“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”

“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”

“Jerk.”

“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”

“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”

“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”

“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”

“You there now?” Dick smirked

“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly

“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”

***

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.

But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).

On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.

Starting from having the perfect evening.

Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.

"Missed you my beautiful woman."

"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.

"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'

"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"

"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.

"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"

"Don't you dare saying it."

"But-"

"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”

“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”

“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”

“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”

“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.

***

Clearly the dress was not enough for him.

Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.

He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.

And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.

From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.

Dream come true.

Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.

Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.

It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.

The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.

And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.

His woman.

Her man.

World could wait.

After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?

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[sminiac]

hi it's me again 😜😜 since you've seen the bnd insanity on my blog i was curious abt yours,, what are some random hcs u have for them (could be any of them or all of them,, whatever u wanna share im listening 👂🏾)

(also ur name is so pretty <3)

- lunicho

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Note — My beloved bunny!!!! Thank you sm, literally making me smile so much, I’m sorry this took a little longer than expected, I wanted to catch up on content since it’s been a while and wanted a refresh on the boys :,) BUT THIS ONES FOR YOU !!!!

⋆ P. Sungho

He’s such a service dom to me, but he isn’t completely nasty, though if you requested it he could switch up quite easily and become a little rougher with you, a little more mean with his mouth. Literally whatever makes you feel good, whatever has you cumming around his dick quicker he’s more than down. I also think he’d have a thing for fucking you in unconventional places, situations- holding you up, keeping you steady as he whispers praises to you for being so compliant with him that are so quiet it doesn’t even catch at the surrounding air. He likes putting in the work to keep your pleasure flowing, the atmosphere alive, undisturbed. His kisses are messy, even when it’s just a quick goodbye he still manages to slip his tongue into your mouth and he isn’t satisfied until at least your hair or his clothes are left in a disheveled state, sometimes he can’t help but slip his fingers under the waistband of your bottoms, his two fingers curling into your cunt and sinking smoothly inside of you, only giving you a few pumps before he’s tearing himself away and hurrying out the door. (I’m unwell.)

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ L. Riwoo

Can I just say that Blonde Riwoo reminded me so much of Blonde Mingi :b ANYWAYS, GIRL. HIS NOSE???? Goes out of his way to purposely drag the tip of it against your clit when he’s eating you out, keeps his eyes open and focussed on you almost the whole time too, makes sure you see the way his tongue drags up in tandem. I can only THINK of him having an oral fixation, loves your tongue, loves sticking his fingers in your mouth and keeping them there when you’re riding him, but also when your fingers are in his mouth, prodding the back of his throat when you’re fucking him dumb, gets really messy because he’s so far gone. Lots and lots of eye contact!! wants to see every nuance of your expressions in the ways he pleasures you, gets hard in public a little too quickly when you make a sudden sound or face when you’re eating something good because it reminds him of the same characteristics you have in bed.

⋆ M. Jaehyun

I literally wrote something similar to this but very halfassed, saved it as a draft and then deleted it but… Jaehyun’s the type to have an older s/o, like he just needs to be taken care of it makes me unwell. Whether it’s minor domestic acts of service or sex, he just wants you, needs you. Always has his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest, face buried in your neck. I’M SICK. The type to prefer your natural scent over perfume because it’s something that keeps him grounded when it becomes hard to speak, his nerves jumping up his throat before a performance, sweet thing just wants to be held. The same with when he’s asking of you to help release some of his stress in a more… intimate way. Wants to be sat cozy between your legs while you play with his cock, wants to be called pretty, told that you have faith in him to make the best of his time on stage. Whimpers “Love you- I love you so much.” repeatedly when he’s close because he’s just so full of your love that it spills out from between his pretty lips without the mental effort.

⋆ H. Taesan

I know that quite a lot of people perceive Taesan as a dom leaning person, but I think he’d love- like love to be at your will, knowingly plays himself into the palm of your hand because he finds himself frequently craving the feeling of overstimulation paired with your sweet, encouraging words that drives him to tears. And not just the few clumps of squeezed out tears kind, but to the point where you have him a full on sobbing wreck. Loves when you ride him because the sweet boy doesn’t have to do a thing except lay there and remain open for you to use, likes when you make him say humiliating things, when you roughly grab at his jaw when he denies you with a bashful shake of his head, cheeks red and hot. Likes starting things in public because he’s never the one to finish it, changing rooms are a bad idea when the two of you are out shopping together, because he becomes a little too touchy when you’re trying stuff on and then has to be shut up with his head stuffed between your thighs. I’d love to say pillow princess vibes, but he’d be wayyyy too desperate for you to hold himself back.

⋆ K. Leehan

I feel like with Leehan dirty talk is something that’s kept to a minimum, like you have to beg for him to talk to you whilst he’s got his fingers teasing you, waiting to hear more, hanging at his every word. The horrible, gut wrenching thing about it though is that he’s so good with his words. I’ve noticed that his voice has a lot of bass to it compared to the other members, like if you put your hand to his chest you’d feel the vibrations of it rattling through his bones, he knows how bad you crave to hear him, that’s why there’s always a little smile on his face when your voice starts becoming airy from the impatience wearing you thin, purposely shifting around under him to show how bad you need it to get off. Hearing him lip nasty words into your ear is the equivalent of his thumb reaching up to run circles into your clit while his two fingers pump expertly into your cunt at a pace that has you struggling to keep your eyes open, he knows it, but he won’t so easily give in because the way you paw at him, say his name, the sight of you, your body, your face, all of it makes him so incredibly hard.

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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: 🍓’s anon request- '6 and 75 with bigdick! Yunho or Mingi'

6 - "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." || 75 - "You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

Pairing: Mingi x afab!reader Genres/tropes: non-idol!AU, (newly) established relationship, smut, fluff (if you squint), drabble Word Count: 733 Warnings: big-dick!Mingi, shy(ish) Mingi, reader takes initiative, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, use of lube, begging, dacryphilia, cursing once or twice A/N: The storyteller appreciates your request, 🍓, but next time please refrain from giving a full plot for a drabble prompt request. Everyone is free to be more specific in one-shot requests when they’re available, but the stories using drabble prompts are often meant to inspire the storyteller to create something off of only a few lines - a challenge of sorts, I believe the humans call it. This may not be quite as you requested, as we have decided to stick to that challenge concept, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

You've only been dating Mingi for about a month, but you've found that you've connected faster than expected, so you're determined to find out whether you're sexually compatible as well. With high spirits, you call him and boldly ask whether he'd be ready and willing to take that step forward.

Shy, the poor boy stumbles over his words before ultimately asking if he can come over to talk in person. When he arrives, you can tell he threw on whatever clothes he had on the floor, ending up in black basketball shorts and a beige t-shirt. You let him in and sit with him on your bed, facing each other as you both try to settle into relaxing positions.

"So, why do you have concerns about it? Do you just not feel ready? Or maybe you don't see me that way?" You start the conversation off with a direct question, eager to hear his answer.

"No, no!" He shakes his hands out at your suggestions, "It's nothing like that. I'm actually concerned for you. You see, I'm… Well, to put it simply, I'm quite big. Far bigger than average, so I always get worried with this stuff."

Thinking he's exaggerating, you laugh with a hand on his shoulder, "What amazing confidence you have, Mingi. You must be carrying one hell of a package to say something like that."

Seeing his ears redden as he scrambles for a response, you begin to believe him more. Straightening your posture, you offer up a solution to calm his worries.

"What if I see it and decide? Would you be okay with that?"

As he nods, you lean in and cup his face in your hands, pulling him in for a lust-fueled kiss. As you continue, your hands roam each other's bodies as the heat rises. Slowly but surely, you strip each other down to undergarments. At this point, Mingi breaks away from you and stands up to take off his underwear. As the fabric scoots down his thighs, the biggest cock you've seen stands at attention. Your mouth agape, you're too shocked to respond, confused how he even manages to hide it daily, but you find yourself excited by the thought of it inside you.

"Do you want-?"

"Let's do it."

Stunned, he confirms, "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

"It'd be such a pleasant pain. I want to feel it, Mingi. Please."

With your begging, the shy man can't hold himself back anymore. Before he climbs over you again, you instruct him to dig through your nightstand drawer. He pulls out a small bottle of lube, smiling since he can help you feel a bit better about taking his size. He rubs an adequate amount along his length before lining himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. The deeper he gets, the more painful the sting, but you're enjoying the sensations of him stretching you out regardless of the pain.

"Are you okay? You're tearing up."

"Mhm," you nod and grind yourself on him to urge him to move.

He catches the hint, beginning slowly and carefully watching your reactions, but you can't help your begs for more. Eventually, you beg him to destroy you, and something clicks for him. His strokes become faster and more determined, washing your body in a wave of both pain and pleasure.

"You know," he blurts between thrusts, "you look real pretty when you cry."

You didn't even realize you were crying, but you instinctively bring your hand to your face to wipe the tears, unable to verbally respond due to your moans. As you feel his thrusts become sloppy, you pull away and quickly turn around. Using both hands to stroke his oversized shaft, you suck on the tip and swirl your tongue against the underside of his tip, earning a deep guttural moan.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm close." He curses, his face twisted in pleasure.

You hum in response, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. As the warm liquid streams into your mouth and down your throat, you swallow with him still in your mouth and watch his fists tighten around the sheets.

As you both settle, you cuddle as he calmly smooths your hair with his hands. Smiling from the soft recovery, you drift off to sleep in his embrace.

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[writingsbychlo]

MIDNIGHT | azriel

summary; azriel is happy, you are happy. you're both very drunk and enjoying starfall, and the two of you are indulging in a midnight tradition.

word count; 4204

notes; first day of starfall week! I hope you guys love it, and I hope we have a wonderful week ahead. I personally absolutely love this piece, I think it might be one of my favourites, so I hope you all love it too!

‘midnight’ moodboard

You were staring up at the stars, still tumbling in bright sparkles across the sky, the rush from an hour ago beginning to simmer down as the initial burst slowed. They’d go all night, long into the early hours with showers of pretty colours raining from the sky. The air was colder than usual, your breath clouding with every heavy exhale, and yet not a single goosebump rose along your exposed flesh. How could it, with the burning heat of your Illyrian mate pressed up behind you, wrapping you in every inch of him as his wings created a protective barrier around your body? 

“What’y’ thinkin’ about?” Az mumbled, lips tracing over your shoulder, continuing to press kisses along the column of your throat as your head remained lazily tipped onto one of his shoulders, making space for his tipsy kisses. 

With the soft shake of his words rumbling against your back as you leaned a little further into his chest, you gave a sigh. You were happy, so very happy, and that newly-formed bond between your hearts thrummed with joy upon feeling your emotions. “You. Us. This night.” You shrugged a little, his arms tightening further around your waist.

“Oh?” A teasing nip was placed to the juncture just above your collar, and you squealed slightly, feeling him place a soft kiss through his smile to the same location. 

“Isn’t it funny how much things have changed in a single year?” His hand splayed further across your hip while he only hummed, obviously distracted as he nuzzled into your neck, and the phrase ‘Illyrian baby’ that Feyre so often muttered flashed across your mind. You’d never have expected a year ago to find out that Azriel, the terrifying shadow of death incarnate, would be so affectionate. And when he was drunk? He became positively clingy. “To think, just one year ago, I was just another of Nesta’s wayward friends that you were training.”

That drew a laugh from him, your choice of wording attracting the attention of Cassian as well as he stepped out onto the long-since cleared balcony to join you both, eyeing the many empty glasses you and Azriel had managed to consume, lining the stone wall. “You were never just ‘another of Nesta’s friends’.” 

Twisting in his hold, you wobbled only slightly on your heels, proud of yourself for being able to implement all Cassian’s lectures on balance even when you were this intoxicated. As you took in your mate’s face, you weren’t sure whether perhaps he was even drunker than you were. Flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes as he peered down at you, messy hair and a pretty smile he rarely ever showed outside of the walls of your own bedroom. Your brows rose at him, despite the blur at the edges of your vision and the lazy pace of your heart in your chest, the sight of him still made it skip a beat.

Cassian scoffed at his brother, swilling his own drink around his glass and downing what was left of it, scoffing at Azriel’s claim.

Azriel sighed, giving in. “Alright, so you were, but I get a free pass, I was in a weird headspace.”

Your grin grew, his eyes widening to normal as he took in your playful expression, mouth opening to correct himself, but it was too late. “Weird headspace, is that what we’re calling it? Y’know, that makes our first hook-up sound like a pity fuck.”

The red on his cheeks deepened, crawling all the way up to his temples, and his lips pressed together as the general to your left all but howled with laughter. You couldn't hold back your own giggles, swaying slightly as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up and him down, until your noses were brushing.

“S’okay, loverboy, it was one hell of a pity fuck.”

He bit down a little on that lower lip, nudging his nose over your own a little more firmly, the tightening of his hands on your exposed lower back was a warning of his own attitude getting ready to shine through, uninhibited. “How about, we call the first around a pity fuck, and all the other rounds that night were just mindblowing sex that resulted in our wonderful mate bond?”

He dipped down, taunting you as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your mouth, your cheek, wet lips kissing everywhere except your mouth, and you panted a little, wobbling on your raised toes, even in the heels. “Oh, baby, we can do better. I’m thinkin’ we call it a pity kiss, and the rest was, what did you call it? Mindblowing.”

He smirked, finally catching your lips in a searing kiss that had you moaning: hot and sweet and a little messy, his tongue dipping into your mouth long enough to make you gasp. He tasted of the spicy whiskey he’d been drinking all night, working like he was seeking out the flavours of the fruity cocktails Nesta had been pushing into your hands since the moment you’d arrived.

“Ahem!” Cassian made a loud cough, tapping the edge of his glass in sharp rings that made you wince, ruining the soft haziness you’d fallen into, and Azriel gave a delicious growl into your mouth before pulling back, but barely. His eyes fluttered open, snapping to look at his brother as you slumped down against his chest, cheek resting over his heart. 

“Beat it, Cass. You fucked Nesta on the dining room table last week, I’ll kiss my mate on the balcony if I want to.”

You chuckled, twisting to bury your face in his chest to hide the sound, and Cassian spluttered indignantly. “Hey! At least I didn’t make you two a third-wheel when I did that!”

“You made us retch when we had to smell at dinner that evening.” He sniped back, and Cassian smirked, head tipping back to laugh in a silent ‘touchè’, before wandering away and giving you your privacy. Your head was spinning, too many thoughts and none at all, everything going silent as rough, calloused hands slid up to cup your face, tipping your head back to catch his gaze. “Now, where were we?”

He left a kiss on your cheekbone, your eyes fluttering at the hot feeling of his lips as you all but melted into him, your already weak body feeling like you were utterly boneless as he showered you with such affection. His kisses moved, trailing along your cheek slowly, making his way toward your mouth, and you were ready to spend the whole rest of the night right here, doing exactly this, until a flash of a thought across the front of your mind had your eyes snapping wide open.

As you pulled back, Azriel let out a very un-warrior-like whine, pouting in a way that made him look ridiculously cute as he pulled back too. “What is it, baby?”

“What time is it?”

“Time for you to kiss me.” He muttered, stealing a peck from your lips, and another, and another, until you were giggling, and he was tugging on that bond happily, the feeling like a string wrapping around his finger. 

“Az! I’m serious, what time is it?” A dramatic sigh left him, as though you’d just assigned the most awful and laborious task in the world to him. Sweeping you backwards and over his arm, he gave you one last heavy kiss on your lips, spinning the two of you as he did until he was able to peer into the room inside. His neck craned up to see, blinking several times as he tried to focus, and you took the chance to leave several of your own kisses along his jaw.

“No fair.” He groaned, but tipped his head back anyway, your lips dragging softly over the apple of his throat, bobbing as he swallowed thickly, before pulling you back upright. So close you were sharing breath as you stared up at him, a dazed look on his face as he smiled down at you, both of you swaying a little, struggling to stay upright and utterly happy about it.

“S’like, eleven-thirty.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, the delicate up-do of twists and braids Nesta had done for you coming loose after hours of dancing and drinking and mingling. Mostly from Azriel’s fingers threading into it. “Can we go back to kissing now? I like kissing. Kissing is good.” 

His voice trailed off with each dip of his voice, until he was whispering, so low you could barely hear him over the raucous band Rhys had hired, heavy gaze fixated on your mouth once again. “Traditions!”

“What?”

“Traditions, Az! I have traditions.” With that, you pulled away, his wings loosening as soon as your back brushed the leathery appendages. Your fingers found one of his hands, lacing tightly together, and he stumbled a little as you began to pull him along behind you. 

He didn’t ask, he never did when you went on one of your whims, and you could feel his bemused adoration through the bond as he sent wave after wave of it over to you while you weaved between the corridors. Leaving the music behind until it became nothing but a dull throb through the marble pillars and stone walls, glass doors of the beautiful kitchen pinned open and blissfully empty. 

Letting go of his hand, you spun, faltering a little on your heel as your arms flung out to the sides in demonstration, and you both laughed when you tripped, catching yourself on the island in the centre of the room. 

“We’re in the kitchen!” He cheered, arms pumping enthusiastically above his head, and you giggled, watching him whoop loudly in support. Then, his arms slumped down, brows furrowing a little, eyes calculating as he looked around. “We’re… in the kitchen. Why are we in the kitchen?”

“For food.”

“Your Starfall tradition is a midnight snack?” He stepped a little closer, lips pulling up at the edges, and you wobbled once again in your heels, cursing the items for catching on the rough-hewn stone of the kitchen tiles. 

“My favourite Starfall tradition is a midnight snack.” You corrected, and he nodded fervently, as though it made total sense, despite the confused expression still marring those handsome features. “Help me out of these heels and I’ll explain.”

“My pleasure, my lady.” Large hands settled on your hips, lifting you like you were nothing but a feather onto the counter you’d been leaning on, prompting bursts of shy giggles from your lips at his manhandling. He smirked, knowing how much you loved it, before sinking to one knee before you and propping one foot onto his bent leg. Lifting the long skirt of your dress out of the way, he pressed a lingering kiss to your knee, fingers struggling a little with the clasps as he tried to keep them steady, to focus through the whiskey blur, eventually managing it and slipping on shoe off. He took your foot in his hand, thumbs pressing into the sole in a way that made your head roll back in bliss. “Tell me about your traditions!”

“Oh, yeah!” Excitement flooded through you once again, stomach rumbling just in time for your plans, and you patted at it lightly as he moved onto the second shoe, a matching kiss to your other knee, too. “I never really celebrated Starfall with anyone special, but I’ve always loved it, and wanted to make it special for myself. I’d watch the stars and get a bottle of really good wine, and I’d sit in the window or outside. The first time I did it, I was just sad, so I made myself all my favourite snacks to cheer myself up when it turned midnight. The year after that, I did the same thing, just to make myself happy. It kind of just… snowballed from there. Eating junk food and watching all the spirits fly by on their journey. It makes me happy, and I want to share that with you.”

“And I would love to share it with you, my love,” Azriel mumbled, dropping the heels to the floor, and kissing each leg once more, before rising to his feet. “But we only have a half-hour ‘til midnight, what are we going to make?”

“Why don’t we both come up with an idea, and say it on three?” 

His eyes lit up at the suggestion, a look stitching onto his face that suggested extreme concentration, and your eyes scanned the room, gaze a little vacant as you tries to work out what you were actually feeling. A champagne bottle popped loudly somewhere in the distance, and you gasped a little, only one idea coming to mind. 

“Okay, on three.” You held up your fingers, just three, and Azriel leaned forwards, a cheesy grin on his face as he placed a kiss on the tip of each one, a bashful smile on his face at your awed look. You shook your head clear. 

This was not the time to be distracted by his cuteness. Instead, you counted down: three, two, one, 

“Popcorn.”

“Cheese fries.”

Your eyes widened at his suggestion, stomach rumbling happily in agreement at the idea of cheesy carbs to soak up all the bubbling alcohol, and Azriel let out a gruff moan, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly. “I could so go for cheese fries, Az.”

“No, we need popcorn…” He mumbled, eyes glossing over as he stared into the middle distance, lips parted, and you could practically see the images flashing before his eyes. “With melted butter, and we stir in some caramel sauce.”

“Woah…” Your mouth watered, tongue tingling at the mere thought of it all, eyes widening as you pictured the sticky, sweet treat. At that exact moment, brain fuzzy and body feeling heavy, you were absolutely sure it was the best idea you’d ever heard. Except, of course; “What about cheese fries, with little bacon pieces, chives on top, and sour cream?”

Azriel’s eyes only opened even wider, head tipping back, and a drawn-out moan falling from his lips. “We make both?”

“Both is good. Both is perfect.”

“I’ll start on the potatoes.” He was swift, even in his drunk state, and he was quick to retrieve a knife from the stand and several potatoes, beginning to slice them all into thin sticks for fries. “Baby, chop-chop. Get the stuff for the popcorn!”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You saluted, a crooked grin forming on his lips as you searched around in the cupboard for popcorn kernels, before making quick work of finding a pan for both the potatoes and the corn. 

He was done in record time with the fries, despite his general sluggishness and lethargy from the many drinks you’d both had, he was somehow still quick and efficient with a knife. If it wasn’t so unsettlingly hot, you’d be scared. The sounds of the first pops made you jump, and you were staring at the pan in front of yourself as Azriel began to work on the bacon. 

“Az…” You whispered, leaning in close enough to him to be able to prop your chin up on his shoulder. He turned a little to face you, noses bumping together.

“Yeah?” His whisper matched yours.

“We have a major problem.” He frowned, grip on the knife a little tighter, whirling around with one protective arm around you. 

“Where? Who?”

“Me!” He gasped, dropping the knife back onto the chopping board as he turned to you, forehead pressing to your own. 

“What’s wrong? I’ll fix it. I’ll fix the world. No problem is too big, I can do it, what happened?” 

“I forgot how to make the caramel sauce.” Your bottom lip jutted out, a pout to mirror the one he’d once worn, and somewhere in the background, potatoes began to bubble in their pan, bacon sizzling as it heated up. 

“Oh… that is a big problem. But it’s okay, because I remember.” His lips brushed a simple kiss over your own, before he was straightening, sniffling the air and whipping his head back around to bacon bits were nearing too crispy, had he not dove in to save them. “You need butter, and sugar, and cream.”

With a smack on your ass, he sent you on your way to the fridge to retrieve the three items, lining them up neatly beside him as he drained the potatoes, quickly transferring them to the oven to begin crisping up. Peering over his shoulder, you watch him stir the bacon, arms wrapped around his waist, balanced on his tiptoes as your body pressed between his drooping wings. “You know what I just thought of?”

“Raccoons.”

“What?”

He only shrugged, brushing off his hands and finding yet another pan to make the cheese sauce. The dishes were really beginning to pile up. It sounded like a problem for your sober-selves tomorrow morning. “They’re these little fuzzy things from the human realm. They’re weird. They wear little bandit masks and have stripy tails and they have these creepy little human hands. I think they’re funny.”

“You should bring one back.”

“You want one? I’ll get you one, I get you one right now-” His back straightened, like he might really fly out, and your grip on him only tightened, sinking back down onto your feet as he turned in your arms, guiding you away from the heat. “What were you thinking about besides raccoons?”

“I wasn’t- whatever, I was thinking about onions.”

“Are you going to make a weird joke about me being an onion? Layers ‘n’ stuff.” 

“No, but I will save that for later.” You mimed tucking something into a pocket, winking conspiratorially. “I think we should fry some onions, for the cheese fries.”

Azriel’s lips parted a little, staring in shock at you for several seconds, before both of his large hands were cupping your face and he was pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. One so strong and searing it dragged a squeak from you, your body going lax in his arms as you gripped the lapels of his smart blazer just to hold yourself up. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” The words were like a prayer, whispered into your mouth, until you were too breathless to continue. “I love you so much.”

“You love me because of the onions?” Your words were panted a little, and you swore Azriel was glowing as you stared, reverently. His lips were still shining and swollen from all of your night's activities, looking so goddamn delicious you wanted to dive right back in.

“Yes.”

“Understandable.” You hauled yourself up, bodies colliding as your mouths slammed together once again, and he groaned. Licking his way into your mouth, Azriel tasted like heaven and sin and love all rolled into one, sweet cocktails and whiskey mixing to create a balance more heady than any other spirit or drug. 

A clock chimed. 

You broke apart. 

“It’s midnight.” You whispered, fingers brushing through his hair, far too messy to be tamed at all now. “We haven’t finished the snacks.”

“Then we’d better do that. What my girl wants, she gets.”

Like a perfect team, in clumsy harmony, you worked to prepare the meal, skirting around the kitchen in bare feet while Az stripped off his blazer and bowtie, eventually abandoning his own shoes too. Soon, piled up before you in copious and severely overestimated quantities, was a pile of cheese fries, dripping sauce with bacon and onions, matched unusually with hot caramel popcorn. 

Something clinked, and Azriel placed down two elegant wine glasses before you, popping a very expensive-looking bottle of wine, too. “A meal like this deserves suitable wine to pair.”

“What an excellent suggestion.”

Music pounded through the doors of the kitchen as Azriel poured the glasses and prepared cutlery, your body swaying happily to the tunes coming through the large mountain-top house. A scarred hand threaded through yours, spinning you in a sudden movement, before you were crashing into his chest. “Would you give me the honour of this dance, my love?”

“Of course.”

And it was just like that, swaying through the kitchen in fits of giggles and smiles and silly jokes that you were found, interrupted, by your High Lord, making his presence known in an exaggerated sigh. Behind him, all of Azriel’s friends, your new friends, were crowded, peering in varying levels of amusement and shock at the man who was currently swaying with you across the kitchen. 

“We have been looking everywhere for you, brother. To make our midnight wishes.”

“Woah. So many people.” Your statement was somehow so funny that Az burst out in peels of full-bellied laughter, and Cassian chuckled deeply at his friend. 

“They’re so drunk!” Feyre beamed, standing tucked under Rhysand’s arm much the same way Azriel often held you. 

“They’re so cute!” Cassian cooed, and you only gave him your best smile in return, slinking away towards the smell of food as it called out behind you, threatening to go cold and undo all your hard work.

“Are those cheese fries?” Lucien stepped forward a little, your eyes widening at the look on his face as he stared at the bowl of cheesy carbs, and Azriel growled, stepping protectively in front of the food. 

“Our cheese fries.”

You pulled the bowl a little closer to your body as you hopped up onto a stool once again.

“So, no wishes for you, then, Az?” Rhys was barely holding back his laughter as your mate took a seat right by your side, taking a fork, and watching him poke about and create a perfect mouthful with it. You were jealous over that mouthful.

“I wish I was eating these fries, already.” Only as your sentence ended did Azriel push the forkful of fries into your mouth, thumb wiping a stray line of cheese sauce from under your lip. Your eyes watered a little, overcome with emotion that he’d given up the perfect bite for you. He stroked affectionately at the bond connecting you both as he sensed it, and you plucked it back, a pulse of gratitude ripping to his heart. He smiled, finally taking a bite himself. 

“I can’t believe you made cheese and bacon fries, and…” As Rhys stepped closer, snatching up the popcorn bowl to sniff it before you could stop him, you watched Lucien carefully as he continued to edge closer to the fries you were guarding with your life. Sneaky fox, you knew he’d find a way to steal them if you took your eyes off him. “Caramel popcorn? And white wine? You two are so odd.”

“Oh, cut it out.” Feyre elbowed him gently, before wrapping both her arms around his arm and kissing his shoulder through his jacket. “They’re odd but adorable.”

“We’re the cutest.” You agreed, nodding more than was necessary but once you’d started, you couldn't stop. Not until Azriel was holding up another pile of cheese fries before your face on the shared fork, and you gasped, letting him feed it to you by parting your lips wide.

“It’s nice to see him so happy.” Feyre sighed, pulling out a chair opposite you both, and beginning to snack on the popcorn. You wanted to complain, but you weren’t really sure whether that counted as treason or not. She was High Lady, was there some kind of law you didn’t know about regarding popcorn and the crown? It was a terrifying possibility. 

“I’m so happy.” Your lover muttered through a mouthful of food, and Lucien finally made his move, reaching in and snatching some of the fries up on a fork, pulling back with a smug grin at his victory. “So, so, happy.”

Had it not been for Az choosing that exact moment to dot a collection of love-filled kisses along your cheek, you’d have fought for the fries back. Instead, you decided to concede, allowing Lucien this small victory. After seeing the Day heir get food, however, and as Feyre ate the popcorn, Cassian swiped up a fork and joined in, and Nesta looked like she was plotting her next move. 

“Rhys, I want chicken strips.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the table was piled high around you all, the plate of chicken strips Feyre had requested sitting right before her, as bowls and stacks of other food filled the island up. Excited sounds left everyone, chairs being dragged out and more glasses and bottles fetched, until nine people were gathered excitedly around the table, digging in and exchanging food. 

The doors shut, sealing you all in, the party left behind as you found yourselves in a celebration of your own in the kitchen. The laughter flowed, as did the wine as it was passed around, and your heart was practically tripping with joy. Not only did you get to share your tradition with the man you loved, who was all but plastered to your side, clinging on, but you got to share it with your new family. 

“So, since we’re on the topic of traditions, can we circle back to those wishes now?” 

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel/reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel/you #acotar/reader #acotar x you #acotar/you #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar x reader

[zeltqz]

tapes

ran haitani x fem!reader ft sanzu haruchiyo

ran 'accidentally' sends your sex tape to haruchiyo.

tags: accidental voyeurism, sex tapes, dirty talk, oral, implied threesome, finger sucking

word count: 2k

Ding.

Haruchiyo looks over at his dimly lit phone illuminating the corner of his bedroom. Laziness over takes him as he contemplates whether or not he should get out of bed to grab it or not. Looks like laziness won, his muscles relaxed against his bed, eyes closing ready to fall into slumber till a thought crosses his mind.

What if it's Mikey?

Haruchiyo shoots up from the bed to grab his phone, opening his messages ready to prepare himself for whatever Mikey might be sending him. But there wasn't a message from Mikey. No, instead a message from Ran fucking Haitani. Annoyance flows his veins. On a normal night, he would've ignored his message because he has better shit to do than text Ran. But for some reason, something possesses him to open the message.

He's met with a video. Which is odd. Him and Ran barely text, but when they do, it's short messages. Short and very dry messages. So obviously this peaked his interest. Clicking on the video was probably the best and worst mistake of his life. Best because, free home-made porn right? Worst because it's with you. 

You were laying stomach flat on the bed, fully closed with a pen between your teeth. Haruchiyo raised his brow confused, hoping this isn't some shitty stepbro type acting porn. You turn to face the phone, eyes shifting from directly to the camera, then gaze moving upwards, presumably to the man behind the phone. "...Why are you filming me?" Face shifting into a smile, removing the pen from your mouth. "Ran, am I in trouble?" 

"Nah."

You blink, face shifting into a frown, "Sooo, why are you filming me? Wait! Are you making a sex tape?" Ran's silence speaks volumes. "Oh, my god. You're such a perv!" You laugh and grab the nearest pillow and throw it at the phone. Ran laughs and drops the phone on the bed. Haruchiyo shifts on his bed, finger tapping the screen, revealing there's another 8 minutes left. 

"Ran, this is crazy. A tape?" You giggle as Ran leaves kisses all over your neck. Bringing your arms around his neck you pull him closer and tilt your head to the side. Soft moans escaping your lips. 

"C'mon, please? Don't you ever wanna seee yourself from my point of view?" Ran says against your skin, lips travelling upwards to your earlobes. "Please baby?" You groan and pull his face out to face you. Staring into his deep violet hues, you bite your lip and scan over his entire face.

"Okay, fine. Get the phone."

Ran quickly grabs the phone and sets it on the bedframe, pointing down at the bed, both your bodies on full display. Ran spreads your legs apart, slotting his body between you, hovering over your face, he cups your chin and nudges your nose with his own, tilting your face into the perfect position and slots his lips agaisnt yours. You move to sit on your elbows, one hand reaching behind Ran's soft purple hair, lacing your fingers in his scalp.

"Did you bring the condoms?" You ask, biting his bottom lip, tugging on it until he reels his head back far enough for it to recoil back into position.

"Nah, I don't have any." Ran shifts on the bed, sitting on his knees, "you want me to go get some or--" You quickly grab his hand to stop him from leaving, shaking your head.

"No.. it's fine." You place your arms around his shoulders, sending him a suggestive look, leaning in to kiss him, "want to do it raw?"

Haruchiyo gulps , he feels like he should not be seeing this right now, but for some reason he can't stop watching. Did Ran mean to send him this? It seems like a very personal moment between the two of you. By the time Haruchiyo looks back down, the two of you are back to making out, except you're only in your bra and Ran's shirt is off. Ran slips hand inside your pants, fingers instantly finding your clit, rubbing soft circles and watching pleased as your back arches and hips stutter. "Fuck, Ran please." You moan against his lips, dragging his face back down to kiss him sloppily. 

Ran's thumb rubs your nub while sticking two fingers inside you, pumping his long fingers in and out until you're left nothing but heavy breaths and moans. "You gonna cum baby? Hm?" Ran whispers against your lips, eyes scanning your pretty features watching your brows knit together, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers bring you to your first orgasm. 

"I'm go-gonna shit-" Your back arches off the bed, hand gripping the sheets as your hips buck up and you cum all over his two fingers. Ran brings his fingers out and stuffs them in your mouth, eyeing your tongue as it darts out to lap up your slick.

"So slutty." Haruchiyo says, looking down at the buldge in his pants. No.. I can't do that. Y/N is my friend..... I can't look at her that way....

"I want you to fill me with your seed, then fuck it back into me, Ran."

Yeah fuck morals. Haruchiyo reaches inside his pants, cupping his erection, wishing the sensation he was feeling you instead.

"You got a filthy fuckin' mouth, y'know that?" Ran places his hand around your throat, applying slight pressure, not enough to hurt you. He reaches down and unbuttons his jeans and uses the grip on your throat to bring you down to your knees. You bite your lip as he pulls his jeans down and you're already reaching out to grab his cock from his boxers when he slaps your hand away. "So impatient, calm down."

You huff and sit back on the bed, frowning impatiently as he purposefully slows down his actions just to piss you off even more. "Ran, hurry up or I'll bite it off." 

"Shut up." Ran reaches past you, grabbing the phone and pointing it towards you. Haruchiyo quickly removes his cock from his briefs, palming his length as he watches you lean forward and lick Ran's tip. "Fuck........." he exhales as he rubs his thumb across his tip.

Your tongue swirls against the tip, teasing the pre cum that's forming on his tip. Closing your lips around the tip, you suck hard. Ran inhales sharply, hand gripping your hair making you wince and glare daggers into the camera. Ran sends you a wink that Haruchiyo can't see and gently pushes your head forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Yeah, just like that." 

Your tongue licks up his shaft as you bob your head, your spare hand reaching up to his hand on your head and pushing on it, indicating Ran should fuck your face. "You want me to fuck your face? Hm?" You nod, moaning around his length, eyes squeezing shut when he begins thrusting inside your mouth, choking loud. You leave his cock slick with your spit when you slide back up. 

You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head faster as you use your fingers to tickle his balls, impressed with yourself when you hear Ran's heavy breaths. "Shit-- keep going, just like that baby." You nod, speed increasing until Ran pulls you off.

"Wha- why did you-" You're cut off when Ran pushes lightly on your shoulder, guiding you flat on the bed.

Your gaze lands on his fingers as they rake themselves up and down your spread thighs, fingernails indenting cresents into your flesh. "Take these off." You happily obey, sitting up breifly, pulling the panties down to your ankles then kicking them off. Laying back down, you bite your lip, looking at Ran beneath your lashes as he rubs his tip along your folds. "Wait, nah, actually turn around."

You sit back up, getting on all fours and pushing your ass against his erection impatiently. "Ran, hurry uppppp."

"Just wait-" Ran places the phone down on the bed, placing one hand on your hip, the other hand on the base of his cock to ease himself inside of you. You moan and Haruchiyo swears it's music to his ears. Beating his cock faster as he listens to your whines and moans. 

"Pick up the fucking phone." Haruchiyo grunts, closing his eyes to imagine you getting fucked since Ran is too selfish to pick up the goddamn phone. Haruchiyo throws his head back as he listens to your pleas and begs as Ran slams his hips against your own. The clapping sound resonating through the phone as well as Ran's breathy grunts. By the time Haruchiyo looks back at the phone, he sees how pale your hands are from fisting the sheets as your body gets rocked forward.

"Keep your hips up," Ran laughs sadisticallly, watching you struggle to keep yourself up.

"I- I can't." You cry, your current tone completely contrasting your confident demeanour not even two minutes ago. Haruchiyo thinks you look beautiful like this. In fact, his breath hitches when you turn back and look at the camera, eyes glossy from the tears pooling around your eyes. You stay quiet for a while, burying your face deep into the pillow as Ran fucks you. Eventually, Ran takes pity on you and slows down his pace but keeps the thrusts just as brutal. Your eyebrows soften for a second before twisting again when Ran speeds up his thrusts. "Shit!" You cry out, reaching behind you grab his hands to attempt to slow him down.

Ran pauses upon feeling your hands, "Hm?" 

"Just give me a minute--" You swallow, panting hard as you try to give yourself a breather. Ran stills inside of you, tossing the phone on the bed and Haruchiyo groans out loud, pissed off that he can't even see anything anymore. He gets impatient and skips the video that's currently 5 minutes in to around 7 minutes, and sees the camera still hasn't been picked up.

"Ran, keep going," you whisper softly as Ran kisses your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as he pushes himself in deeper.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

"Inside me please." You beg breathlessly chanting his name out on repeat. You can feel him throb inside you, indicating he's so close to his release. "Please keep going, please, don’t stop, please, keep, so, close.” you sing as you get closer to your release and then the coil snaps and heat is exploding through your stomach, and into your throat where you cry out his name. He continues to thrust into you and rub against your clit until your legs are twitching with the stimulation.

Couple more seconds later then his hips start to break down and he groans loudly as his hot cum fills inside you. You watch through half lidded eyes as his face releases in pleasure, head tipping backwards. 

Haruchiyo is about to close out of the video when he hears the camera shuffle and quickly looks at his phone. The camera is filled with Ran's seed dripping out of your pussy and onto your plush thighs then down to the sheets."You still want me to fuck it back into baby?" Ran asks, dipping his fingers inside your cum filled hole. You pull his fingers out, examaning his cum on the tip of his fingers and stuff them into your mouth. 

Ran and Haruchiyo both watch with wide eyes as you lick his fingers clean, popping his fingers out your mouth and smiling, "Does that answer your question?"

The video ends and Haruchiyo has never sat up faster in his life. "That's it?!" Haruchiyo closes out of the video and refreshes his conversation with Ran. "Where's the rest?" Haruchiyo starts typing.

1:23AM | Haruchiyo: wheres part 2?

1:34AM | Ran: at yours whenever you're free

1:36AM | Haruchiyo: stop fucking with me

1:37AM | Ran: its Y/N typing btw ran told me to send this to u

#—tr </3 #zeltqz #tokrev x reader #sanzu x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #ran smut #tokyorev x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokrev #haitani ran smut #sanzu smut

[blooodsuckkr]

thinking about ghost with a s/o who has a sensitive waist

nsfw below the cut!

a.n- this is my first time writing something like this so criticism is appreciated! not proof read.

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i fully believe the discovery would be accidental, he's not the most touchy when you start dating so the most he'd give you is gentle squeezes to your arms and hands

then one day as he's doing his paperwork, you bring him a drink and his hand goes to your waist while you place it down. he gives an appreciative squeeze and mumbles a 'thank you'. he quickly notices how you blush at the action but doesn't think much of it, it's not until later he starts thinking about how you don't react like that when he touches your shoulder or arms

after that he starts brushing his hands against your waist more often, placing a hand there as he steps past you in the kitchen or while you're training together he 'corrects your stance' (which was perfectly fine) and uses it as an excuse to squeeze your waist again

he loves the way you react and finds himself doing it more often, his arm around your waist as he watches whatever film you've convinced him to see with you, his thumb rubbing small patterns on your skin

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i'd imagine once your a few months (at least) into the relationship he'd become bolder, curled up in bed with you when one kiss turns into two before he deepens it, pulling you closer with a hand on your waist

he adores the way your muscles flex from the small action and the view of your flushed cheeks,

he would always have his hand on your waist,

pushing you onto your back so he can situate himself above you, his hands exploring your waist and hips while he brings his lips to your neck and collarbones.

then when the time comes and he's easing his erection into you his hands firmly on your waist, gently rubbing and squeezing while he praises you

"doin' so well f'me, love"

"takin me so perfectly,"

i just know he loves missionary, he adores seeing your face and the way you react, he loves being able to lean down and kiss across your face while he gently thrusts into you.

his hands would definitely explore your body but they would always find their way back to your waist, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock.

if he's taking you from behind, whether it's doggy or you're bent over his desk - he's a little rougher, the grip on your waist would be tighter and he'd use it to push your back into an arch while he fucks into you,

he knows your much more responsive when he touches your waist, he'd definitely nip and kiss along it as he makes his descent between your thighs,

if you're the kind of person to have your waist on show he would be hesitant to leave marks, i feel like he'd prefer them to only be where you two can see them.

but if your waist is usually covered -

he's marking it, bite marks and hickeys will be littered along your skin without hesitation. he just can't get enough of the way you moan and squirm, he's addicted to every part of you,

and he loves using your sensitive waist to his advantage.

#modern warfare ii #ghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost headcanons #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader #first post #i'm going feral #rambles #cod imagine

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just Papa Solomons Things

Visiting Scotland with your dove

TH Masterlist

Even though you don’t want to

Alfie’s not a fan of Scotland. Not because of the people or the culture.

No, it’s because everything, right, is on a fucking mountain!

Or so he claims regardless of whether you’re walking to Old Town in Edinburgh via Princes Street, going up the gentle sloping pathway on Calton Hill, are trying to hike up to King Arthur’s Seat in Holyrood Park, or are walking down (I repeat, DOWN) the Royal Mile.

And that’s only in Edinburgh.

It honestly makes you wonder why he decided to tag along, especially since you’ve also planned to explore the rugged north. Then again, you know your grumpy partner well enough to be aware that part of the reason he’s with you is to offer protection.

Truth be told, Alfie gets bloody anxious when you’re on a trip by yourself. Enough so to disregard the issues he has with his leg. Your needs come before his. That’s “non-fucking-negotiable, mate”.

Fortunately, well, for him, the amount of solo trips has drastically reduced since you started dating. He still gives you plenty of space to do things on your own, but it makes him feel better knowing he’s nearby should anything happen.

And it’s nice because now you have him to drive you around so you don’t have to make use of public transport (depends on where you two are, though), watch your luggage when going to the restroom (again, if applicable), and hold your hand as winter casts the streets in dusk as early as four in the evening.

Another added bonus is that you get to stay in the most comfortable and sometimes downright fanciest hotels. Alfie might be frugal, having been raised that way, but he doesn’t want to do you short. Plus, having the finances, he doesn’t mind occasionally splurging a little bit if it concerns spending time together.

Now, Papa Solomons hates the cold and becomes snappy when the heating isn’t on in your coach in the train to Inverness.

“‘S bad for me sciatica. Also ain’t good for your health. They better get the heating here or I’ll make them. My cane should be plenty conviction.”

When one of the staff members walks by, Alfie beckons them over. However, before he can so much as open his mouth, you place your hand on his arm.

He glances over his shoulder, rolls his eyes with an irritated sigh as you shake your head, and clears his throat to politely inquire about the state of the heating in a strained voice. “You see, mate, my wonderful missus is gettin’ cold and we can’t ‘ave that, can we? If she starts getting the heavy shakes between let’s say now and ten minutes, I’ll personally come turn the fucking system on, right. Do you understand?”

With a stammered “y-yes, sir” and frantic nod, the attendant is off.

Three minutes later, you feel the coach warming up. Alfie leans back, eyes closed, his fingers entwined with yours. “Much better. Fucking trains. Don’t like ‘em.”

You kiss his cheek. “Thank you for not using your cane.”

“Mhm, doin’ it only for you.”

And he does. Alfie tries to reign himself in whenever he’s with you, afraid of showing you the always seething rage beneath his skin, the wrath inside looking for a way out. So, while he hasn’t discussed it yet with you and remains highly skeptical about how much good it’ll do, he’s thinking about anger management therapy or taking classes in it.

If only so he won’t turn into his father.

So he can love you properly.

So he can settle with you.

Albeit perhaps not in the place he’s envisioned.

It all happens on a day trip you booked for the two of you.

Perhaps it’s the way he sees how enamoured you are by the language, the way your eyes light up when hearing about local folklore, the strange familiarity he feels when the Norse history of Skye is mentioned while you’re at his side.

Maybe it’s the glamour of the faeries.

Whatever it is, it makes him want to stay on Skye with you.

He doesn’t mention it while you’re having lunch at Relish in Portree, but Alfie can’t stop envisioning having a little bakery in a town like this. He’d leave London and Margate behind, settle here, and live out whatever days remain for him in the peace and quiet of the island.

On the long drive back, he lets you snuggle up to him for warmth and to function as your pillow. He only wakes you up once when you stop in Broadford for refreshments, gently forcing you to get out of the van and accompany him to the Co-Op to get a semi-decent dinner and snacks.

It’s safe to say, for its rarely any different, Alfie pays for everything. “‘S what I’m supposed to do, innit? Good men take care of their wi- women.”

Despite his stoic expression and casual tone, meant to dismiss the slip of the tongue, the quick glance to check your reaction is telling. He knows he fucked up, played his cards too fast, too rashly.

You catch it, but decide to willfully ignore it. Instead, you take a sip of coffee. “Let’s go back to the bus.”

Nevertheless, once you’re back at the hotel, he goes nearly feral. It’s similar to what overtakes him every summer, but now it’s driven by the desire to claim your unbearable cuteness, completely under the spell of the magic that seems to surround you, lingering.

There’s a precarious balance when it comes to how vocal Alfie is in bed. Some days he’ll guide you to your orgasm without a single silence, each word pointed and full of purpose. Other days, the only thing he can do is growl and grunt, lost in the pleasure you grant him and vice versa, but also in the way his brain is finally off. No schemes, no secrets nor hidden motifs. Only the simple act of fucking.

Nonetheless, this is perhaps one of the few times you’ve heard him beg. Desperate and blunt, no polish to his utterances yet crystal clear diamonds compared to the muttering meant to confuse.

“Marry me, eh? Let’s, fuck, hm, yeah settle,” he murmurs in between kisses, which grow sloppier as his thrusts get more and more erratic. “Settle with me. Be Mrs Solomons. Want, hrm, need my wife. Only you. Want. Want you. Only you.” He pulls your hair so you’ll bare your neck to him. Lovingly he bites the skin, the sting and burning warmth heated by the words spilling from his lips. “Please, dove, please. Marry me.”

He doesn’t need a spoken answer, just the mere fantasy you say ‘yes’ and the way you look when he’s inside you, especially as you come undone because of him, is enough to send him over the edge with you.

As you’re basking in the afterglow, Alfie caresses your arm. His fingers slowly slide over your skin, lost in thought, wandering in the chaos reigning in his head until he’s found the words to start the conversation. Or, rather, to tell you what’s been on his mind since the afternoon, the wee bakery on Skye.

There are no words for the bleakness washing over him as you frown, taken completely unawares by his attitude. It’s unlike him to be this spontaneous, without a plan. “Alfie, don’t be rash. It doesn’t suit you. Come up with a business plan first. Is it viable? Would we manage to get by? It won’t be like London.”

“I know, but…” he groans, reluctant to admit he’s in the wrong, “you’re right, dove. Silly, ain’t ‘e, this old man and ‘is fantasies.”

“You’re not old.”

“Older than you. Old enough to be-“

You shut him up with a kiss. “No, none of this. I love you for who you are. I’m proud to be Papa’s little dove.”

“Would you one day be ‘is wife?”

You furrow your brow, wondering where this is coming from. That is, until you recall his pleading in his sex drunk stupour. “You meant that?”

He nods. “Mhm. Maybe not the proper way to ask, but I mean it. This, ‘ere, right, between us, I want it to be long term.” Voice lowered and steady blue eyes filling with the fight between panic, disbelief, and determination, he asks the question that makes him grow pale. “It is, innit?”

“It is, don’t worry.”

He cups your cheek and pulls you towards him to rest his forehead against yours. A tapered breath escapes him, shivery and frail. “Stay with me.”

You run your fingers through his beard, a burden falling off of your shoulders as you see him relax. Though you appreciate Alfie’s occasional openness, when he shows his struggles you can’t help but feel your own heart crack.

Then again, that’s Love.

For whatever our souls are made of, if we’re lucky, we find one that’s compatible. That’s the same.

“I won’t go anywhere without telling you.”

“Don’t go at all without me.”

You feel something wet warm your hand as you kiss his forehead. The sensation moves to your chest when Alfie rests his head on it. His arms wrapped around your waist in a fierce bear hug, you run your fingers through his hair, weaving them through his messy brown locks.

Alfie rarely if ever allows himself to show his vulnerabilities. Nevertheless, when he’s around you and alone like this, he does. And it still stuns him you stay at his side, that you haven’t run from, in his words, “tainted bein’, uglier than a golem”.

But how could you? How could you leave a man as doting and loving as him? Sure, Alfie’s gruff and a little rough-handed at times, even to you, but you know he tries not to be.

Sleet gently ticks against the window, filling the silence in the hotel room. As per usual on nights like this, you use it to calm the both of you down.

Until your skin is tear-stained.

Both your hearts cracked a little more.

And Alfie’s asleep.

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#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Alfie Solomons x Reader

[mrsackermannx]

— HOW DO I KNOW IF A YOUNGER WOMAN IS TRYING TO SEDUCE ME? | GETO SUGURU

MDNI | smut, slight age gap late 20s/late 30s, single father geto suguru/neighbour f!reader, use of sir, pet names, soft dom condescending geto, no curses au, not beta read. | 1k |

author’s note: omg jazz my brain just brained and i am passing you a note in class like a giggling schoolgirl @p00pdev1l <3

Thinking about shamelessly teasing single dad Suguru whilst his daughters are away at summer camp. He’s always so respectful, never letting his gaze avert from your face whenever you stop by. Even when your tits are close to spilling out of your shirt, or your shorts are extra short. 

But after an entire week of your antics he was reaching his limit and fast. In fact it was escalating so quickly he wasn’t sure whether he could slam the breaks on this. You’d suddenly taken up gardening in the backyard and he was cursing the short little fence and your even shorter shorts. 

“Hey Mr Geto!” you called over, for the fourth afternoon in a row. He waved back with a friendly smile but muttered a sharp “vixen” to himself as he placed down his book and decided to text an expert—his best friend.

You were only ten years younger, in your late 20’s, your head on your shoulders, but here you were seducing your neighbour so brazenly like this. 

How do I know if a younger woman is trying to seduce me? 

Satoru: You’re a hot single dad, do the math!

Suguru wasn’t quite sure how to breach this, he debated texting Satoru again for some advice but he wasn’t even sure on where to start. That was until you were smiling and standing in front of the pathetic fence that separated your backyards. “How’s the book?”

He resisted the urge to swallow the lump in his throat, “It’s great! How’s the gardening going?”

You were wearing one of your skimpy little tops, it was tied around the base of your nape and exposing your back. He wanted to rip it off with his fucking teeth.

“Not too bad! I just wanted to check on you and make sure you weren’t getting too lonely without your girls.”

“I’m not lonely, I’ve had you to keep me company all week, haven’t I?” he asked. Your heart thudded so loudly you wondered if he could hear it. 

Nevertheless you went with the flow, ignoring his obvious call out.

“You give me too much credit! But I’m glad I could lend a hand anyway, I don’t seem to be making too much progress with my flowers so!”

He chuckled, “Oh? I find that hard to believe, you look like you’re good with your hands.”

Suguru mentally cheered himself on with every remark, growing bolder and bolder. 

You mentally rejoiced, finally he was taking your bait. “I’ve always been one to take a hands-on approach.”

He unexpectedly stood up from his chair, meeting you at the fence with an amused smile, “I hope your skill sets don’t end there, you can only do so much with your hands, you know.”

“What about you? Are you a hands-on kind of person, Mr Geto?”

“Hm? I like a combination, I’m rather good with other things too.”

“Like?”

“Like…” he leaned forward, his black hair glinting in the sun, “I’m good at using my head.”

“Please, do tell.”

“I’d have to show you, you can always come in. Because now I’m curious to see what you can do.”

Your eyes widened, but you grinned, finally ready to accept the challenge from your mysterious, seductive eyed neighbour. “Oh? Have you bitten off more than you can chew, pretty thing?” 

“No sir.” 

He offered you his hand as you stepped over the fence and he led you into his home. As soon as you were inside of it your back was pressed against the wall, and he was tilting your chin upward. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you answered without missing a beat. Your lips collided in a needy clash and he kissed with so much passion that you were mewling into his mouth. You jumped up and he rucked you up onto his hips, walking you through his kitchen and up the stairs.

“You’re a bad fucking girl,” he groaned, “Sweet, but bad nonetheless.”

When you reached the slick, dark interiors of his bedroom, the masculine scent of him sweet in the air, he was turning you and untying the strings of your halter top.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he purred, kissing along your shoulder blades as your top fell to your waist. “Answer me, darling.”

“Yes, I will-“ your voice fell into a pathetic whimper when his large hands engulfed your breasts and he squeezed. But he quickly released one, roughly turning your face to see your debauched expression.

“Good, because this has gone on long enough, don’t you think?”

You nodded, his thumb brushing your lip before he was pushing you gently until your knees sank into the soft sheets of his bed, his long hair loose and tickling your back.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you,” he cooed, running his hands down your sides until they reached your waistband. 

“Yes, Mr Geto,” you mumbled shyly. “It has.”

“Yes sir,” he corrected, fully tugging down your shorts. When they reached your knees he scoffed, like he’d been proven right. “What do we have here? No panties?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do that often?”

“No sir.” 

He smirked as he removed your shorts, leaving you naked he pushed your body into a neat arch.

“So I did almost see your cunt in these when you were bent over earlier.”

“Oh? I had no idea.” Your voice was small because he could surely look and see the beads of your arousal dripping onto his expensive charcoal grey sheets. But he wasn’t looking there yet.

Instead you could feel the way your cunt was oozing as his mouth stayed close to your ear, and he trailed up and down your spine with his fingertips. 

“Oh? You didn’t realise? But you can show me now, can’t you?” 

His seductive voice dripped with condescension.

“Yes sir, I can,” you murmured, feeling his hair slide down your spine as he pulled back, standing on his knees, waiting, staring…

“Then spread yourself so I can finally see, darling. I know you’re a good girl really, you just wanted to show me, didn’t you?” he cooed. “So, show me.”

You did as he said and solemnly stuck your ass in the air, taking the fat of your ass in each hand and spreading your pussy for him to finally see every desperately soaked inch of you.

He cursed under his breath at the sight, a little “hum” leaving his lips like new information had come to light and he was a doctor about to give his prognosis. “Yeah, I knew it, I’m gonna have to ruin you, sweetheart.”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

#geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto suguru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #divider creds: @dvluc <3 #omg i got this idea and wrote it straight away #I WAS LIKE I NEED TO WRITE THIS FOR JAZZ #single dad suguru makes me weak #he just oozes with sex appeal and we all know it #PLS

[dipplinduo]

So happy to see more DipplinShipping!!

Do you have Headcanons for the two?

So you asked this awhile ago, but I wanna personally thank you because I vaguely referenced how I was putting off your ask to give it some thought. And then, I asked the community about their headcanons. And y'all showed up with that and it's become such a fun way to interact with you all and talk more about this ship as a community. So, in essence, you started this Jazzy!!! Thank you!! There's been a lot that others have submitted that I love, and ones that I'll sprinkle into my fic(s). Right now, I just have Sweet & Sour Dipplins up on AO3. So while there's a lot I could potentially say here, I'll keep my answer very general with all things considered:

Kieran falls first and harder. He had a crush on Juliana during Teal Mask. Juliana didn't really know what to fully think of with her feelings, but she later realized she developed feelings for Kieran here, too. She is also oblivious to Kieran's feelings. They had a lot of unofficial dates during Teal Mask.

Kieran assumes Juliana has had feelings for other people/has a dating history - she does not. She may have thought others were cute before, but Kieran's her first true real crush.

Kieran gets taller than Juliana during the time skip between Teal Mask and Indigo Disk. Before he was the same height. He is also stronger and can carry her.

Kieran and Juliana don't get together officially until post Indigo Disk because Kieran needs to have an edgy phase for personal development reasons. Juliana also needs time to grow as a person, too (in general, she's very sweet and dotes for a lot of people, but she leans more into her strength and resolve when her social relationship with Kieran is strained. Her adventures in Paldea also give her a sense of confidence, too.

Kieran actively denies his feelings for Juliana in angsty sleepless phase. He instead sees her as an obstacle to defeat because of his own insecurities, and tries to convince himself that everything she does (whether to him, or in general) is manipulative. Juliana is uncertain on how to approach him because she feels his anger even if he's not fully speaking on it, but gradually recognizes that showing up for him anyway is meaningful. Meanwhile, any time she is sweet to him, Kieran is having an internal crisis with his feelings.

Juliana likes both sides of Kieran but doesn't know what to make of it. She's also somewhat disgusted in herself for realizing she likes Kieran while he's clearly not too well mentally, let alone not getting along with her (or anyone) too well.

Biggest shippers of this ship include Carmine and Drayton. First shippers were Kieran's grandparents. Carmine helps Juliana figure out her feelings for Kieran, Drayton observes and suspects Juliana's feelings for Kieran and Kieran's feelings for Juliana. He has fun with this while also being on team "calm Kieran down and save him."

Everyone realizes Kieran and Juliana are dating before they do. By the time they announce it, everyone's like "well, duh". This especially embarrasses Kieran, who gets red in the face very easily. On the other hand, Juliana isn't really a blusher.

I'm trying to avoid listing headcanons that others have submitted, but I just have to list the whole "Kieran says wowzers after the first kiss" one because it's so funny and perfect. Juliana also likes hearing Kieran say "wowzers" even though he's trying to outgrow it because it's part of who he is at his core (he also still goes "aww man" sometimes).

Drayton can still mess with Kieran even while he's dating Juliana publicly. #Brotherly love (Note: Crispin also tries to tease, but it does not go as well for him LOL)

Post-angst Kieran is very attentive to Juliana and views her as an unconditional love because she never gave up on him. Nothing can ever distort his view of her again. In some ways, he pedestals her a bit for this and might take her side blindly.

Kieran retains his champion title (i.e. Juliana does not retain it because she's not a full time student), but he does so by working his way back up the ranks because he wants to earn it with his true ideals (i.e. channeling love and connection rather than revenge and winning). Juliana offers to help support him in his redemption arc at Blueberry, but he for the most part prefers to handle it alone since he himself was responsible for his action towards others. Drayton is proud of him when he gets beaten and teases him about Juliana's influence on him, which riles up Kieran.

In Teal Mask and angsty Kieran arc, Juliana leads the dynamic more. Post that, Kieran leads. Juliana thought she was more of a physically affectionate person, but then Kieran waltz in and becomes very lovey-dovey in this area once they're dating. Sleepy Kieran is especially clingy no matter what Kieran version we have. They also both love seeing each other's hair down and enjoy playing with it.

Juliana isn't a good cook and really only knows how to make sandwiches because they were useful. She does, however, learn a bunch of apple-based recipes because it's Kieran's favorite food flavor.

Kieran is technology deficient because of the way he grew up and often needs Juliana's assistance. Carmine, on the other hand, quickly adapted and uses technology better than the average person.

Kieran and Juliana trade each other aaplins as a surprise/way to confess love. They're both flustered when they realize they both traded aaplins.

Juliana flirted first, but Kieran made the first real move. He just needed the push/reassurance in knowing she liked him too.

Juliana can fluster Kieran very easily. By indigo disk, Kieran tries to get under Juliana's skin by turning the tables. It works. But he wasn't ready for that. So he flusters himself as a consequence.

I probably have more, but figured this was good enough for now. :) <3

#dipplinshipping #dipplingshipping headcanons #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #pokemon dlc #juliana x kieran

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

SLOW DOWN!

being a pro soccer player, it’s no surprise that isagi has his fair share of promotional events and galas he has to go to. he’s lucky to have you by his side to keep him company. but obligation quickly turns to temptation as he finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you, whisking you away where no one else can see...

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): future au, slightly suggestive content

“Y-Yoichi, someone’s going to see…!”

The black-haired soccer star practically on top of you didn’t stop for a moment, and his lips greedily claimed yours. Your voice died out to the kiss, your arms curled around his shoulders as if you weren’t sure whether to push or pull at him. His hands slid up the pretty formal clothes that you had spent days skirting around, too scared of ruining them if you were to touch them. 

Well, you couldn’t get too mad at him for that. He was the one who paid for it, after all.

As if to affirm your words, you held your breath as a flurry of voices narrowly missed the two of you. Your heartbeat hammered between your ears, your entire body set on edge as Isagi simply ignored the situation, grabbing at your body with a desperation that he normally reserved for behind closed doors.

“Sorry, love,” he laughed weakly against your mouth. His voice sounded low, hungry, desperate—horribly unlike the quiet and reserved boy that you were used to. He swallowed, and you could see his neck strain against the tight collar of his suit. “You look so good. I’d go crazy if I waited any longer.”

You knew you left any semblance of an ordinary life behind the moment you fell in love with Isagi. The boy craved soccer like it was air to him, and him becoming a professional player who would constantly be thrust into the spotlight was only one of many givens for him. As long as he got to continue his fight to be the best in the world, Isagi didn’t care what the situation around him looked like. But for you, it meant that you had to adjust to the sudden media craze and the luxury life that came with dating a professional player. 

Truth be told, you would be more than happy to just be with Isagi. The nice life was a plus.

“We’re at a fancy gala,” you breathed in between his starved kisses. You prayed that he hadn’t crinkled your clothes too badly. “We’re as good as dead if people catch us acting like animals here!”

Isagi simply pressed his lips against yours again, and you whimpered quietly when his teeth snagged at your bottom lip. With enough pressure to serve as a warning, his usually calm blue eyes swirled with a kind of demonic desire. 

“That’s an easy fix.” His hands squeezed at your waist. “We won’t get caught.”

“Yoichi!” You gasped. He grunted, and when he kissed you again, you shuddered when his tongue dragged slowly across the places on your lips where he had teased with his teeth. The whiplash between the suddenness of your situation and the way he haphazardly flitted between being kind and being brutal made your head spin.

“I could barely think straight earlier, did you know that? You always look breathtaking, but something about tonight… seeing you all dolled up in the clothes I got for you, clinging to my arm while you smiled at all the cameras…” Isagi’s fingertips buried themselves into your soft flesh, pinching at your body. You felt utterly debauched, already falling apart at the seams thanks to a handful of kisses. Since when had you gotten so weak for this boy? 

He cleared his throat. Some of his expertly gelled hair had fallen out of place, sweeping across his forehead in sensual tendrils. He pushed them out of the way, and Isagi stared at you, taking in all the details of how you looked right now, within his grasp.

“I want you.” Isagi leaned in close to you again until your bodies were connected, chest-to-chest. If the devil was a person, you swore he was there, in the form of your boyfriend and whispering words that sent shivers down your spine against your ear. “Now more than ever, love.”

“W-We can do all of that and more at home…,” you futilely pleaded, trying your best to hold onto the crumbling dregs of your rationality. “It’s too risky here.”

“Only if you make it that way.” His lips quirked upwards into a devilish smile, and he reached for his collar. Unloosening the once crisp and clean tie with a rough yank, he kept you pressed up against the wall with his strong thighs and hips as he practically ripped the top of his formal outfit apart.

“God. Much better,” he grumbled. “Could barely breathe in them.”

You did your best not to think about how expensive his clothes were. You hated the thought of being caught by some fancy executives like this, having snuck away from the important event to make out in some room in one of the winding hallways, your reputation as Isagi’s supportive partner hanging by a thread. But more so than the hatred, you couldn’t deny the growing heat tugging at the insides of your stomach and chest, egged on by Isagi’s irrational behavior.

And god, was he tempting you too.

Isagi always looked charming when he was off the pitch. Dressed in modest clothes and not one to flaunt his wealth too much, he resembled just about any other man his age. Yet there was the rustic and comforting side to him that drew you to him, and you’d be a horribly, horrible liar to pretend like you weren’t drawn to that Plain Jane aspect of him. But even on the pitch too, the exhilarating gleam in his eyes and the greedy way his body yearned for a goal, his sweet demeanor swapped out for one that was insatiable and downright mean at times, were all parts of him that you found terribly attractive. 

But the Isagi right in front of you right now? He was a different beast altogether. 

He noticed the way your trembling eyes were still drinking up the sinful sight in front of you, and the laugh he let out made your knees go weak. “You’re staring at me too. Don’t act so holy, dearest. I know you want to be good, but you’re just the same as me.”

“Don’t say that…,” you exhaled. You couldn’t deny him. Isagi had looked drop dead handsome earlier, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and sparkling shoes, his staff working their magic at gelling up his hair and making him look like a model straight off a runway rather than your everyday boyfriend. Even you, who had gotten used to seeing all sides of Isagi at this point, found it hard to look him in the face and speak without your face heating up.

But this Isagi would put his earlier good boy image to shame. There was something about the way his suit was all disheveled, the tie hanging shamelessly from his throat and the collar of his white shirt thrown back to reveal his neck and the top of his chest. Even his tousled hair had you drooling, the still gelled parts begging for you to mess them up by burying your fingers into them. His lips were swollen from making out with you in such animalistic fashion, and his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he was taking. His pale cheeks were flushed a rose pink, and a kind of drunken stupor glazed over his eyes.

There was something so wrong yet so provocative about him looking this good yet run through in formal wear. The sight was bewitching you.

“You want me. Don’t lie. It’s written all over your face.” His mouth trailed down, his lips kissing across the shape of your jaw and attaching themselves to your neck. You held back a whimper as his mouth teased the sensitive skin. His teeth ghosted over your throat, and you wondered if he could make out your wildly pacing pulse from where he was.

You wrapped your arms carefully around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You clenched your eyes shut as the boy pressed seemingly innocent kisses all over your neck, collarbones, and face, almost like he was surveying your bare skin to see where he’d strike. You could feel whenever he was smirking into your skin, the striker becoming keenly observant of every little reaction you were giving him.

Your stomach turned as you heard another wave of loud voices and applause, and it appeared like the main event was starting to reach its peak. How long could you continue at this before someone would notice that Isagi had disappeared, and conveniently, so had you? You grabbed at the back of his suit, trying to tug at him, but Isagi ignored it.

“Quit thinking about other people,” he muttered. “Right now, all I want you to focus on is me, got it?”

“But we’ve been gone for so long… We have to make ourselves look presentable and go back, or else we’re gonna get in so much trouble…,” you protested. You squealed through gritted teeth when one of his hands trailed down to rub circles into your thighs, his grip on you heavy and loaded with implications.

“I said to quit thinking about everyone else.” Isagi could feel you shiver, and the sadistic streak in him purred at the thought of you so torn between being good to him or sticking to what you should be doing. “I don’t even want to think about going back there and having to share you with everyone else. I want to be the only one who can see you like this, all messed up… I want it obvious that you’re mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his dark words, his voice dragging up against your ears like velvet. You were fighting a losing battle, and with how scrambled up your thoughts were getting and how you were quivering like a newborn deer against your boyfriend’s muscled body, your mind and your heart were screaming two very different answers. Isagi wasn’t helping you one bit, already testing your limits and pushing you so close to the breaking point that all you wanted to do was forget the rest of the world and completely give in, just the way he wanted you to.

“My perfect baby…,” he whispered into your collarbones. You craned your neck slightly, giving him better access to your bare skin. Your shirt was yanked down to reveal more of yourself to him, and the strands clung feebly to your body. It wasn’t like the thread could offer you any protection against Isagi at this moment, and when Isagi nipped at your skin without any warning, you unconsciously jerked against his chest.

“Yoichi…!”

“You’re overthinking. I’m not asking you to make a hard decision. You’re already practically there.” His fingers traced the pattern of a small heart into your inner thigh, the sensation tingling as if it were a permanent mark. When you looked at him with eyes blown over with a desire that was threatening to consume you, barely able to resist him, Isagi couldn’t help but admire his handiwork.

This was how he liked you best. Completely at his mercy, a fool hopelessly in love, just like him. You were always so good to him, even when he was asking you to be the worst.

“Give in to me.” His teeth were ready to sink into your skin the moment you’d give the clear, to mark you up the way he wanted to and show off to the rest of the world that his love for you ran deeper than what everyone else thought. Your resolve was crumbling, and you were glad you had Isagi to cling to for support, even if it meant letting him wash everything else but him away from your line of sight.

You nodded weakly, your overwhelmed body begging for him. Being conservative would get you nowhere.

Isagi smiled like an angel, and the small chuckle he let out was all the confirmation you needed to know that you had gone past the point of no return. 

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, love.”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #x reader #my writing #id like to formally apologize for writing w my pp all the time #it will happen again