#*smooshes face into couch cushions*

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

#bakugou katsuki x reader #..this randomly came to me in a dream #pls do not perceive me #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki x you #katsuki drabble two days inna row?!!?!?!? #actually now that i think about it #this is prob a lil based off of a tiktok i saw earlier this week #flings this at you and runs away

[bratfiction]

18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, filming, m. masturbation, rough sex, light asphyxiation.

loser, college!könig returns with his gf that has an onlyfans.

at first he wants nothing to do with it, says that he doesn't need anyone recognizing him but he's more than happy to support you from a distance. meaning— watching your videos on the off chance that you're staying the night at your own dorm and he misses you. he gets the unedited version, gets to see all the little bits and giggles you cut out.

all the times you accidentally moan his name because you just cant help it. he’s always running through your mind.

every time he indulges in your content, he finds his mind racing. wondering if it really would be fun if he joined you on camera, for starters… then his thoughts drift off somewhere darker, falling for the notion that your audience doesn’t even know that he owns every part of you. it makes him grit out curses. prompts him fuck his own fist even harder, going from a lazy push and pull of his strong hips to an angry pace, while imagining that your sobs and hiccups of pleasure are bouncing off of the walls. even though your cunt feels devastatingly better than his hand— there’s no faking that.

shamefully, he lets these thoughts fester. he’s not sure if there will be a boiling point. because after all he lets you do whatever you please. you’re able to make him forget everything with a few sweet kisses, but this. it lingers in his mind even during the most innocent moments, and comes to the forefront during the nastiest. like when he has your face smooshed into one of the couch cushions, nearly suffocating you, but the slight lack of oxygen makes everything feel better. you don’t mind admitting that. you’re clawing at everything and anything you can reach pathetically; the arm of the couch, könig’s beefy forearms as they cage you in.

you babble every time his cock plunges into you. i love you— i love you, koko. it makes him feel insane. high, even. especially when you prop yourself up on your knees beneath him, making it easier for him to fuck you stupid. he chokes on a groan, thinking as carefully as he can about his next few words, “wanna show them how much you love me?”

them? it takes you a painful second, before it all clicks. your cunt squeezes around him at the idea, nearly cumming right then and there before you two can even start recording. you’re nodding furiously and drooling out your pleas, and könig still has enough of his brain left to laugh breathily and prop one of your phones up for the first of many times.

#⌨️.kit's writing #🤍.cod #🤍.loser!könig #special thank you to my beloved friend for word vomiting with me about loser konig always #konig smut #cod smut #call of duty smut #cod mw2 smut #cod mwii smut

[garoujo]

ARENT YOU A GOOD BOY? — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, mikage reo, bachira meguru + itoshi rin

♱ warnings — how they react when you call them a “good boy”, f!reader, all characters written 22+ / note. i wrote a lil nagi thought about this yesterday n wanted 2 elaborate on the idea a lil more ! also another lil layout change < 3

・✶ ｡ﾟNAGI SEISHIRO

it had become sort of routine for nagi to flop down onto the couch beside you after practice, fatigue heavy in his limbs as he props himself up against your side — messy hair still wet from his shower as he smears a few drowsy kisses along your skin.

“did you have a good practice, sei?” you hum as you let your hand trace up to scratch at his scalp, pulling a pleased whine from the striker as he curls over you — smooshing his cheek against you with a huff. “yeah, was fine.”

“you didn’t slack off?” you continue with a particularly hard press of your fingertips and nagi’s eyes almost roll back at how much he fucking loves when you do that, feeling him lean into the touch like he’s an overgrown cat looking for more pets. “nah, played good f’ you, angel.”

“my good boy.” the pitch your voice takes is fucking sinful as your mouth curls around the praise, and you feel your boyfriend stiffen before he’s fidgeting once more. he’s easing himself lower on the couch to lean more of his weight on you, stuffing his face into the crook of your neck so you can’t see the way his cheeks are suddenly tinting pink.

“pretty thing—no fair.“ nagi sighs against your skin as his hands move to squeeze at your waist, almost dragging you closer as you giggle against him.

“hm? do you like when i call you that?” you ask again, knowingly considering the way you can feel the heavy weight of nagi’s cock grinding against your thigh — urging you to trail your fingers down his abdomen so you can feel it twitch under the touch.

“eh, ‘m just sleepy.. quit moving, you’re warm.” he sighs, trembling with his next exhale and you know you’ve got him when you feel his breath stutter against your neck, pressing yourself closer as your fingertips squeeze at the outline of his heavy, clothed cock. “yeah? are you sure, sei? good boys don’t lie.”

“you’re.. fuck, you’re such a pain.” nagi breathes as he chases the friction your palm gives him, his hips twitching at the rough stroke you reward him with as he shudders and grinds into the touch — fingertips flexing to squeeze at your skin as presses you underneath him.

“fuck, don’t stop. feels so good.” it’s quick the way he curls himself over you to press your back into the cushions beneath you both — pushing his larger body between your thighs before he’s kissing you breathless. he’s already fuelled by his desire for your touch, grinding his clothed cock into you as his hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, lost in his eagerness to have all of you. “hm? say it again then, angel. wanna be good for you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI SAE

you’d been watching one of sae’s games you’d recorded while he was overseas, busying yourself in the kitchen as he helped you clean up from dinner. you can still hear the quiet chatter from the speaker, announcing another goal from your boyfriend before you offer him a pretty grin over your shoulder when he looks over at you.

“another goal? good boy.” something dark is barely visible in his gaze when the words fall from your lips, but they only draw him closer until he’s almost got you pressed against the kitchen counter — leaning in close until his lips are grazing along your cheek, then the shell of your ear.

“hm? you think so, sweetheart?” sae drawls, carefully neutral despite the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room that makes you suddenly feel too hot, his breath fanning along your heightened nerves before he speaks again — lower this time. “how will you reward me then?”

you feel like your heart stutters as you attempt to press yourself closer, reaching out to grab a fistful of his shirt in your desperate little attempts to draw him into you. but just as quickly as his body is pressing against yours, he’s drawing back to let his sharp gaze cut through you as he clicks his tongue.

“do you really think you would get me wound up so easily?” sae breathes as he lets his fingertips press underneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze before he’s raising his brow at the already needy expression you’re wearing.

but you know as mean as others may think he is, he just couldn’t harbour the same distaste when it came to you. so you can see the small dusting of pink that paints his cheekbones despite his neutral expression, and you feel heat burn in your abdomen when his free hand guides one of yours to the half-hard cock straining against his pants. “you’ll have to work for that, sweetheart. now how about you be a good girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMIKAGE REO

you better than anyone knew that reo had such a big thing for praise, he loved hearing it roll from your lips at any opportunity he could — but it was something you happily bathed him in, afterall he was such a doting boyfriend you thought he deserved it.

he’d been off practice today while you were out running a few errands, and you were happy to return home to your apartment to notice that he’d been cleaning — probably ended up a little bored and decided to pre-occupy himself to take the load of you a little.

“reo? did you clean up in here?” you grin as your boyfriend comes through to meet you in the doorway, handsome smirk in place like he’d been waiting for you all day. his arms are quick to wrap around your hips and pull you into him, just enough for him to press his lips against yours before he’s pulling away with a teasing nibble and a laugh.

“hah—ofcourse, are you impressed?” reo grins as he lets his eyes look over you, sending you a look that’s cheeky but addictive as he tilts his head at you. “mhm, you’re such a good boy.”

it’s shameless the way he lets a small whimper drip from between his lips as his gaze darkens, hooded with lust before he leans in closer to smear his lips along your jawline. “oh? i like the sound of that, bunny.” he chuckles as he lets his hands smooth along your skin, squeezing at your waist and hips as he bites down on his lower lip.

“reo..” you begin as he palms at your body, feeling yourself grow increasingly more needy before he suddenly lowers himself down onto his knees — taking a slow handful of your ass as he does before he’s letting his hands trace round to grip your thighs. “heh—i’ll show you a good boy.” 

・✶ ｡ﾟBACHIRA MEGURU

it was common for you and bachira to get lost in eachother, especially after practice when he’s went without your touch all day — immediately letting you climb onto his lap so he can finally melt into you.

it’s needy, a little messy the way he kisses you — grabbing at your hips to grind you down on his lap, whimpering and giggling as he licks into your mouth with a fever that makes you feel breathless.

“no, don’t pull ‘way, baby. cmoooon~” bachira’s already starry-eyed and half gone when the kiss breaks wet and you look at him, cupping his face in your hands to squeeze at his cheeks as he immediately leans into the touch.

“you’re such a good boy, bachi.” you grin and it’s almost immediate the smirk that tugs at his features, swollen lips curling at the edges before he’s biting down on his lower lip and letting his hips twitch up into yours.

he leans in a little closer, letting his lips trace along your jawline before he’s mouthing at the skin — humming in a way that tells you he likes it, like he’s wordlessly asking you to say it again like you can’t already feel the way his cock is fucking throbbing beneath you.

“mhm, i’ll be a real good boy, baby.” bachira sings, almost panting when he hugs you closer to crash his lips against you once more — needy hands grabbing at your body like he’s trying to rip the clothes right off of you.

you feel dizzy with the way he’s licking into your mouth, panting hard between whimpers as he sucks on your tongue between needy grinds of his clothed cock against your pussy. “take good care of me, mkay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟITOSHI RIN

you think it’s charming the way rin’s waiting for you in the kitchen after practice, like he’s pretending he doesn’t know you’re going to make dinner — one of his favourite, more intimate times that he gets to give you his undivided attention.

“how was practice? were you a good boy?” you call as you make your way to your usual spot by his side, and the way his eyes cast you a dark glance is quick before he’s clearing his throat and pushing himself off the counter to face you.

“what’re you trying to do?” rin asks, earnestly as his brows drop slightly, a cute frown decorating his features despite the way his eyes still drag over your figure affectionately. but you see the way goosebumps prick his skin when you reach out to touch him, emphasising the ability your words alone have on the striker.

“what do you mean?” you feign innocently and you hear the way he clicks his tongue before he looks away from you, desperately trying to bite down the flush that’s threatening to dust his features. “you.. you know what i mean.”

you let the silence linger as you take a step closer, fingertips grazing higher until they’re pressing against the smooth muscle of rin’s chest, and if you were to look between the already close proximity of your bodies you’d be able to see the way his cock fucking throbs against his shorts.

but it’s quick, barely contained the way you feel his fingers wrap gently around your wrist before he’s tugging you closer, leaning in as his sharp eyes cut into you. he’s just close enough for his lips to barely brush yours so you can hear the carnal drop in his tone despite the way he’s biting back the effect you have on him, the rise and fall of his chest giving away the way he’s almost panting with want. “are you here just to tease me?”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk smut #nagi x reader #nagi smut #bachira x reader #bachira smut #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae smut #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin smut #reo x reader #reo smut #rin smut #sae smut

[politemenacephd]

Dadbod!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Can't stop thinking about big boy Miggy so here's a little light body worship for chubby Miguel which leads into some more serious body worship 😈 Content: Cock Warming, Messy Oral, Swallowing. (Reader is GN, no mention of characteristics on reader.)

Word count: 1,400

‘Mmf—How long are you planning on keeping this up, exactly?’

You grunted in response to Miguel’s tired question, as you were unable to speak.

You were sat on his lap on his old couch, the one where the understuffed cushions sank down so hard that it seemed to swallow people whole, and your head was nestled into his chest.

You were smooshing your face between his pecs, your soft eager giggles muffles by his loose shirt. They were huge. Rounded and squishy, perfect mounds that you could cup from beneath with your fingers before sliding your palms up to move them up and down. They were weighted in your hands, heavy and warm.

You buried your face in hard and heard him chuckle.

‘Oye, ten cuidade.’

You felt his firm hand shifting your head aside until he could see you, tutting a little as you strained in his palm. ‘I don’t want you- at, at- I don’t want you, amor, making me- ticklish, because I don’t want to accidentally hit you again. Hm?’

His hands were rough, easily able to fit around your entire skull, and you could feel his calloused thumb on your forehead. You could feel the little bump where his claw would usually come out.

‘Hmph.’ You shrugged and leaned back to appear obedient. ‘This is what you get for being so mean to yourself. What did I tell you about those snide comments? Gotta make sure you feel loved.'

You caught his smile, that rugged but strangely coy little tilt in one corner as he turned to look around your head. ‘Ahuh. That’s what you’re doing, is it?’

‘Yes. But—fine. I’ll be nice to the rest of you as well then.’

Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head in a kind of amused exasperation. You watched as he sank his face into his hand, lightly squishing the rough flesh on his thickset jaw between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Mhm. Go ahead. But like I said, careful, okay? That’s my only stipulation, don’t make me move to the other couch.’

You pressed in close and kissed his cheek with a light laugh. ‘So pretty’ you whispered against his skin. Despite him trying to downplay it, you saw his eyes flutter shut for just a moment.

You continued your praise from there, running your hands over every part you could. The hard, muscled slopes between his neck and shoulders, the smooth squish of his biceps, moving down back to his chest and his plush belly beneath it.

His stomach was stocky and curved, as was his thickened waist. You stroked over it before slipping your hand beneath his shirt to get closer. He was warm, his skin covered in a thick unkempt layer of dark hair which you eagerly ran your fingers through. You stroked him back and forth until his eyes drooped, a sign that the repetitive motion was starting to relax him.

‘Mm… You really like doing that, huh’ he said, his voice dipping into a husky murmur as he reached for your head. You let him scratch your scalp as you ran your hands down from his stomach to his thighs. They were just as thick, with the firm, smooth muscles accentuated by the fat, the perfect lap for you to sit on. He continued scratching your scalp until you shivered.

‘Mm.’ His soft, affectionate grunts gave you butterflies.

Your hand moved back up, tracing the thin fabric of his loose pants back up to the soft pouch of his belly right above his pelvis. You noted how his shirt was just a little too small and purred.

‘Pretty, pretty man’ you cooed a second time.

Your hands drifted further, and further, until they brushed over the hefty package between those perfect thighs. He shuddered.

‘Ah- hey, careful’ Miguel said. His voice had cracked from just one brush, which told you he was already on edge.

You bit your lip. It looked so perfectly presented for you, with your own thighs framing it and the loose fabric of his pyjama’s highlighting every curve and contour. You brushed the tip again.

‘Ah…’ Miguel’s breathing got a little harder. ‘Fuck.’

You watched it twitch beneath the thin fabric, and truly couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You stroked it again, once, twice, three times, before pulling his pants down and grasping it semi-hard in your fist.

‘F-Fuck, ah—feels so good’ Miguel dumbly blurted.

You pumped his shaft a few times, admiring how it looked slowly growing erect in your hand. It was thick like the rest of him, girthy and uncut on a bed of dark hair. As you fisted his throbbing rod you used your other hand to stroke that little sensitive spot on the underside of his balls, which immediately made him squirm.

‘MM—uh- f-fuck, you’re so good at that.’ His breathy little curses made you giddy.

You pumped him while stroking his belly again, feeling how warm and broad and squishy he was, admiring the way your hand sank into his stomach while his cock leaked pearly little pre-cum drops all down your hand, until you could take it no more.

You shifted from his lap and licked his shaft, once, before devouring it whole with your desperate little mouth.

Your mouth was filled instantly with the warm taste and feel of skin as you sucked him off, and you were gifted with the sound of his low groan.

‘Fuck- ah, y-you sure? Right now?’ Miguel panted. You shot him a glance with his shaft halfway into your mouth before silently sliding a few more inches in, taking as much as you could before he started choking you. His thighs shook and he collapsed back into the couch.

‘Ah- ah, okay. You’re sure. Fuck, that’s heaven.’

Your nose kept gently bumping his stomach as you arched your neck back and forth. You had to grab and squeeze his side for stability as you got more frantic, more ravenous with your sloppy mouth movements. His deep, breathy moans were like hot honey being poured over your head.

‘Mmm..mm.’

He felt so good. He tasted so good. You squeezed your thighs together for stimulation; the soft throbbing in your nether regions was insatiable.

You released his waist and moved your hands back down to his cock. You ran your fingers down through the thick matt of hair and up to stroke the base of his shaft, a move that caused his leg to shake and stamp.

‘M-Mm- o-okay, okay, you are- making me feel real loved. You win. Okay? You win’ Miguel breathily panted, that dumb smile still clear on his face. You look up and smiled with his cock still in your mouth.

‘Ay Dios Mio’ he panted in response, as your eyes met over the soft ridges of his body. His hand instinctively gripped your head. ‘Feeling—really, loved—’

He started to buck his hips to get deeper. You gripped his thighs for support, your nails digging right into the thick, rough skin. The slip of his cock pounding back and forth across your tongue and down your throat was orgasmic.

You relished in the power of his pumps. He was holding back, trying not to hurt you, but even when restrained he was straining your jaw. You loved the way he bounced when he moved like this. You clung to him tight.

‘Fuck I’m—close, okay— y-you wanna finish in my hand, or—’

To answer his question you practically swallowed his cock back into your throat, leaning in until your forehead was smooshed against the soft mound of his stomach. Your hand went down to stroke his sweet spot again as you drew him to completion.

He grunted, hard, his hips bucking involuntarily. You heard his claws rip the couch lining.

‘F-f—AH, f-fuck—’

With one final groan his lips fell open and he pumped his load into your mouth. It was thick, as you’d expected, and you struggled to take it all as it coated your tongue and cheeks, but the feel of that thick shaft throbbing and pulsing on your tongue was too good to give up. You let him empty himself into you.

Once he was done you pulled back and diligently swallowed it, a sight which made him weak all over again. He rushed to tenderly wipe the mess from your lips and chin.

‘Mi amor, me vuelves loco’ he groaned. You just lovingly buried your face into his palm.

‘Now, ah…. your turn?’ he asked softly, his fangs flashing behind his lips.

‘Yes, please’ you panted back. ‘Holy fuck—please.’

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #smut #dad bod #dad bod miguel #+18 #gn reader #soft miggy

[bruisedboys]

for the 2k celebration

🧸 remus + reader holding remus face

congratulations!

summary: you collect a drunk remus

fem!reader 0.6k words

“Wait til I tell Remus you’re here,” Sirius says, opening his apartment door. “He’s drunk off his ass and he’s been asking for you for like, a bloody half hour.”

You huff. “Hello to you, too.”

Sirius grins and lets you in. “He’s in the living room,” he says, sounding exasperated and like Remus is maybe worse than you’d initially thought. “Good luck, doll.”

You spare Sirius a sarcastic smile before making your way to the living room. You spot Remus almost immediately, not because he’s the centre of attention, he never is, but because it’s like you’ve got eyes only for him sometimes. He’s smooshed on the couch between James and Marlene, looking totally hard done by.

“Y/N!” James cheers, spotting you in the doorway first, because Remus is too busy struggling to keep his eyes open. “Thank goodness you’re here.”

He elbows Remus, whose head is thrown back against the couch cushions as he squints at the overhead lights. Remus whirls on James, so fast you’re worried it makes him dizzy.

“What do you want?” He grumbles, as if he’s been interrupted from doing something very important. Like staring at Sirius’s light fixture.

James laughs, thankfully. You suppose Remus has been this far gone for a while now. “Your girlfriend’s here,” he says. “Look.”

Remus follows James’s finger, looking like he doesn’t believe him until his eyes land on you. You beam and wave.

Remus’s face lights up. “Y/N,” he slurs, more of an affectionate, sticky sound than a word.

Sirius, who’s come up behind you, sniggers.

You ignore him. “Hi, Remus,” you say sweetly. You cross the room until you’re right in front of him, his knees pushing into your legs. He stares up at you all drunk and lovesick, a goofy smile on his mouth. You push a mess of curls from his forehead and his smile grows. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Perfect now you’re here,” Remus beams.

Everyone groans, not including you. Remus doesn’t even take notice. His eyes have fallen to your stomach. He pinches at the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, like he’s had an epiphany, like you’ve never worn an item of his clothing before. His hands slide over your stomach and around your waist, clasping against the small of your back. He looks up at you, his chin digging into your stomach, with far too much fondness for a public setting like this. “Looks good on you, gorgeous.”

Another round of groans, though you’re starting to think the groaning is more affectionate than annoyed. Either way, you think you better get your poor drunk boyfriend out of here before he embarrasses himself further.

“Thank you, Remus,” you say. You manage to squeeze your forearms in between his chest and your stomach so you can take his face in your hands. His head goes heavy in your hands and he smiles drunkenly.

“You ready to go home?” You ask him, dragging your thumbs over his cheekbones.

He nods. “Please,” he says, then, because he’s Remus and will never pass up an opportunity to be annoying, even when drunk, he grips the back of your shirt and puts on a pleading tone. “Get me out of here, Y/N.”

Marlene scoffs and reaches over to smack him on the back of his head (gently). James and Sirius protest loudly, and Lily just smiles as you tug Remus to his feet and get an arm around his back.

“Bye, everyone,” you say brightly, though Remus is already trying to drag you out of the room without saying goodbye. “See you Friday!”

You miss the goodbye’s from your friends because Remus has tugged you out into the entryway. He’s clinging to your — well, his — shirt like it’s a lifeline, his hands warm even through the fabric.

“Remus, honey.” You say, laughing. “What’s the rush?”

“M’tired,” he says, and he sounds it. He stops walking and looks up at you, all messy hair and droopy eyes, very pathetic-looking if you’re being honest. You won’t tell him that. “Wanna go to bed with you.”

You melt at that, rubbing his back with one hand while the other pushes his flop of hair from his eyes. You smile at him. “What are we waiting for, then?”

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[iseos]

: TV

wc. 549 archive. pairing. nishimura riki x gn!r synopsis. cartoons early in the morning genre. fluff

THE ROOM IS STILL DARK WHEN you open your eyes. you weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but the lack of sunlight beyond the curtains let you know it wasn't long enough. your body pleads to fall back asleep so you close your eyes and roll over closer to your boyfriend, but instead, a chill spreads across your skin and your eyes snap open again.

the other side of the bed where he fell asleep, and where you expected him to be, is empty and the remains of the warmth he left is fading quickly.

with the mysterious disappearance of your partner, and your mind's determination to not let you fall asleep without him, you drag your body from the comfort of your blankets to go look for him.

walking through the unlit halls, there's still nothing to alert you of where he could be.

until, while your eyes squeeze shut as you yawn, you faintly hear the sound of the tv playing as you approach the living room.

there are still no lights on, but the glow of the tv illuminates the room enough for you to see your boyfriend's figure sitting on the couch, his attention firmly planted on the screen as it plays some sort of animated cartoon.

from the open curtains in the room, the sun could be seen beginning to peak over the horizon. you were relieved it wasn't as late, or early for a better term, as you originally thought.

hearing your sluggish approaching steps, ni-ki is surprised to see your tired body appear from the hallway into the open room. he was sure that he lowered the volume enough that it wouldn't wake you. nevertheless, he pats the cushion next to him, inviting you to sit with him.

walking around the couch to sit, you see that he's eating a bowl of cereal.

"why are you awake?" you quietly ask as you sit down; your bodies almost instinctively lean towards each other until your arms touch.

"you snore while you sleep, y'know," he says, briefly glancing over at you.

you immediately sit upright in shock and he laughs at your wide eyes. placing his bowl onto his lap, ni-ki uses his hands to smoosh the side of his face and makes obnoxious, fake sleeping expressions and snoring sounds to mock you.

"no i do not!" you push his shoulder and face the tv instead as you sink into the cushions. he just laughs playfully as he picks up his bowl again and resumes eating.

after a while of watching the cartoons side by side, you scoot down to comfortably lay your head on ni-ki's shoulder and you begin to struggle to keep your eyes open.

"are you falling asleep on me right now? we're in the middle of an episode!" ni-ki turns to look at you.

"mmm, you feel nice," you bury your head more into the corner of his neck, the warmth from his body and his familiar, comforting scent making it hard to stay awake.

despite the sun now being higher in the sky and filling the room with its warm sunlight, you fell back asleep, half of your body leaning onto your boyfriend as he continued to quietly watch tv in the early morning.

© iseos

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[yutaleks]

Look away… I’m in my feels

“I can’t believe it—” you say the moment you’re standing in the threshold to the living room, cut off by Yuuta looking up at you and pressing a finger to his sealed lips. You oblige, of course, because it’s the first semblance of quiet you’ve had in hours.

Why?

Well, blame the little demon finally passed out on Yuuta’s chest—of course, you say that with all the affection in the world.

You tip toe across the living room, making sure to avoid the storm of toys splayed across the floor (no need to repeat the last time you stepped on a lego…). When you make it to the couch, taking the seat beside Yuuta, it’s a pleasant sink into the cushions, like a welcome embrace for your weary bones.

When you turn to your left, you’re greeted with the sight of the two most important boys in your life: your equally tired husband, Yuuta, with his dark hair messed and sticking up on one side, a t-shirt that has most likely been bitten and tugged at, and worn out sweats that have definitely seen better days; and on his lap, tucked beneath his chin, is your three year old, sleeping soundly against Yuuta’s chest after hours of running and playing and screaming and—

“Wanna put him to bed?” You whisper. It’s way past bedtime but it’s not until now that Akihiro tires himself out (you blame Yuuta for that one… he didn’t have the heart to say no when Hiro asked for candy before bed. What was he thinking?).

Yuuta pats down one of Hiro’s dark curls, tucking it behind his ear. It’s hard to be upset at the kid, even with how tired you are—his face looks so sweet, cheeks smooshed against Yuuta’s chest as he sleeps without a care in the world. His features look a lot like Yuuta’s too… when his eyes are closed, and not reflecting the color of yours, he’d pass for a mini-Yuuta. Which he would be, if he weren’t such a troublemaker.

“Mm.. not yet,” Yuuta hums. You can tell by the way he slumps into the couch and by the weary tone of his voice that’s he’s exhausted. But still, he brushes Hiro’s hair with a gentle hand, looks at him with the same warmth in his gaze that he always does. He’s always been kind and patient—but his step into fatherhood has shown you just how resilient those qualities about him are.

You reach over and mimick Yuuta’s actions, brushing your fingers over your son’s dark curls, and thumbing over his chubby cheeks. “He sleeps so well with you…”

The number of times you’ve tried and struggled to get Akihiro down for a nap, only to have Yuuta scoop him up and get him asleep in minutes, is rather laughable. You wager Akihiro feels safest in his father’s arms, which wouldn’t surprise you—Akihiro is obsessed with his father, after all.

“Maybe you should sleep with him, I’ll take the guest bed,”

“No, no way,” Yuuta rebuttals, his voice low. “I’d miss you,”

“I know,” you smile.

“Let him sleep with us, maybe,” Yuuta suggests, despite knowing you always tell him not to let him sleep in your bed. If Yuuta has one flaw it is being unable to deny Hiro a single thing in the world, sleeping in the wrong bed included.

You sigh, smiling defeatedly. “Okay, fine. Tonight only,” you tack on, even though this is a daily occurrence.

“Of course.” Yuuta gives Hiro a quick kiss on his head before shifting him around in his arms, moving to take him to bed. Amazingly enough, Hiro doesn’t even stir. “I’ll meet you there?” He whispers, a weary smile on his lips.

“I can’t believe this kid,” you huff to yourself, just the smallest bit jaded at how much better behaved he is around his father. And how easily he gets his way, too. Sometimes Yuuta doesn’t even believe the things you tell him that Hiro gets up to when he’s not around… maybe one day things will turn around and you’ll be the parent Hiro clings to.

But for now, you watch Yuuta rise from the couch with the sleepy toddler wrapped around his chest like a koala. Yuuta leans down to give you just as sweet a kiss as he did Hiro, on the cheek this time. And warmth blooms through your chest when you watch him walk away—somehow expertly navigating the mess of toys without even so much as looking down.

Yeah, maybe Akihiro’s right about being so obsessed with Yuuta—who wouldn’t be?

#yutaleks #writing tag #I’m not even putting this in the tags I’m shy #fluff makes me shy be quiet

[thespacesoffalseandtrue]

After All This Time

pairing: josh x (f) reader

summary: you visit your partner while he’s away on tour and you both can’t resist one another.

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, minors dni, fingering (f) receiving, some fluff in there too. let me know if i miss anything and as usual my requests are open ;)

The hallway was brightly lit and smelt clean. This was a nice hotel, much nicer than the ones they used to stay at when things were just beginning to pick up. You could hear your footsteps echo throughout the empty hallway and you bring your hand to knock on the door labelled 316. You knew he would be in there, alone, preparing for the show happening tomorrow evening. Everyone else, was out having their fun, but he needed detachment. Something he has always needed before he went on stage.

You waited and heard the oncoming footsteps and the door swung open. He wasn’t expecting you and the look of surprise filled his features. You’re pulled from the doorway, and into the large hotel room in less than two seconds. His arms wrap around you, crushing you in a bear hug.

“Surprise,” you murmur into his shoulder. He smelt the same, like cedar, and leather, and something so him that only you would recognize it. You wrap your arms around him and give him a tight squeeze.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?” Josh rushes out, his face buried in your hair.

“I just missed you,” you respond, “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.” You whisper, pulling him even tighter to you.

He broke the hug, but kept your body close to his. His nose touched yours and he brought his lips to yours. It was a whisper of a kiss, nothing to express the desperation to see him that you have felt for the past few weeks. He brought his hands to your sides and gave you a squeeze. Causing you to bend away, giddy with laughter, taking a few steps away.

“Don’t tickle me,” you say with a grin. He matches your expression and reaches his hands out to you.

“I missed your laugh, I can’t help it,” he responds, moving towards you again.

You move around him, deeper into the hotel room. It was easy to see how he would get lonely here. It was much too big for him. A large couch sat against the wall facing the TV and parallel to large windows that overlooked the night life of the city. You can see bits of him scattered around. The paperback book with folded pages sitting on the table, the hot cup of tea, and the folded clothes on the bed.

His arms wrap around you and you do little to break away from him. The two of you broke into fits of laughter instantly as you hit the couch and his body weight crashed on top of yours, smooshing you into the cushions underneath you. He hovered over you and held himself up with his hands slightly so that all of his weight wasn’t fully on you. You threw your head back laughing and when you looked back at him, he had a wide smile on his face. He scrunched up his nose and squinted his eyes as he smiled.

He relaxed his face and looked at you underneath him for a second. You looked back into his eyes. They were filled with love and you couldn't help but wonder if he saw the same in yours.

He licked his lips as he looked down at you. A devilish smirk spread across his face and in an instant, he leaned onto you, pushing you deeper onto the couch, and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

He kissed lightly on your lips and moved his lips to nip playfully at your neck. You giggled at the feeling of his lips on your neck and his facial hair tickling your skin. He giggled back and his entire body vibrated on top of yours. He let out laughs through his nose, pushing out hot air onto your skin.

You moved your shoulder up in an attempt to push his head out from that spot. It worked a little, but the way he folded his lips over his teeth and playfully took soft bites out of where your neck met your shoulders made you involuntarily tip your head in the opposite direction as you laughed harder.

You reached up and snuck your hand in between your neck and his face, using it to push his face away. You went to tickle his neck, where he was the most ticklish. He let out a giggle and scrunched his head into his shoulder, swishing your hand.

“How does this feel?” You teased him in a mocking tone.

As he smiled, you caught a glimpse of the dimple that came out only on his left cheek. You pulled your hand to touch it and bring his face back down to yours. This kiss was different from the ones before as the energy shifted between the two of you. Hands began to explore through the fabric of each other's clothes.

He stood up swiftly, grabbed your hand, and walked you into the bedroom. You didn’t hesitate to bring your lips back to his as you walked backwards until you felt the bed on the back of your knees. You pulled him on top of you as you laid down against the fluffy white comforter.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered against your lips, tugging the hem of your tshirt.

You nodded and arched your back slightly so he could throw it over your head, leaving you exposed in only your bra. He didn’t waste any time, bringing his lips against the hollow of your neck, then your collarbone, then your shoulder. His hand slipped underneath the strap of your bra tugging it down your arm. You knew what he wanted and you shifted slightly up so that he could unclasp it from behind your back. His eyes met yours, is this okay?

You smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss and brought his hands to the clasp behind your back.

In one swift move he has the bra unclasped and thrown on the floor with your shirt.

Pressing his hips to yours, he kisses you until you're breathless, slowly grinding himself down against you. A moan from you is stifled by his lips, but he smiles a little anyway, loving the sound. Then, he pulls away and begins to kiss down your naked torso, first starting at your throat and leisurely begins trailing his lips down your sternum. Your breathing picks up when you feel his hot breath between the valley of your breasts and your head pushes back into the pillows when he sucks at the nipple on your left breast. He hums against your skin, his tongue licking and nipping at your skin and making your back arch. He grins as you do so, making his teeth lightly graze against you and a shocked gasp rips away from your throat. your body was buzzing, every touch, even just a light graze, felt like a shock.

“Josh..." you sigh, closing your eyes when his hand reaches up to massage your breast, that was unoccupied by his mouth. You move and place your hand on top of his, he looks up at you, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

You tug at the collar of his shirt and without further questions he pulls the shirt over his head and discards it on the floor.

He resumes his position of his mouth on your other nipple this time and you shudder against him. He pulls off your tit with a pop and rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger, and you moan deep in your throat. Josh smiles sweetly at you before ducking back to continue his kisses downwards.

When his hand removes itself from your breast, you make sure to replace it with your own and cup your other tit as well. Kissing his way across your tummy and hips he watches you knead your own breasts and move your hips slowly against him. He groaned in his throat and adjusted his shorts.

“Take them off,” you tell him, breathless.

“You first,” he says, working at the button on your shorts. You arch your back so he can slide him off your legs. He follows suit and takes his shorts off as well.

Leaving your underwear on, he gets back to work, he kisses over your abdomen and hips, the scruff on his face tickling you a little. His lips trail along the tops of your thighs, and takes his knuckles across the waistband of your underwear.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, kissing your hip bone. You don’t need to point out that he’s already touching you. You know what he means. Always the giver, he was. You don’t answer, instead you shift and arch up so that you can slide your underwear off. You can see his dick growing in his underwear and you want to move to free it from his boxers.

You stare down at him as he kneels before your center sitting back on his heels and lifting both your legs up to rest against his shoulders.

You hold his gaze and he rubs his hands over your inner thighs and your eyelids flutter shut. He kisses both sides of your inner thighs. you can feel his eyes on you, unwavering.

He takes his time, licking you slowly. You can see a slight smile on his mouth as he watches you lean your head back against the couch and a moan breaks from your throat.

“You taste so sweet," he mumbles, kissing your clit and making you inhale sharply, "you're my sweet girl."

"Yeah," you gasp out even though he wasn’t asking for confirmation from you.

"Mhm," he hums, beginning to pick up the pace and really start devouring you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and clutch his hair, only making him groan more against your clit.

He begins to suck on your center and you buck into his face gasping aloud not expecting him to do that. His eyes find yours again and his cheeks are red and flushed with lust.

“Don’t stop,” you barely get the words out and your grip tightens in his hair. You can hear him gasp out and laugh against you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, kissing your inner thighs again and running a finger up your center causing you to shutter. You almost whimper at the lack of stimulation. Without looking away from your eyes he slips one finger inside you, followed quickly by another. “I missed you so much, I’m going to take my time with you, is that okay?”

You don’t trust yourself to speak so you only nod. You would allow him to do anything to you.

His fingers circle your entrance, teasing, you moan loudly when they slip all the way into you.

“Does that feel good,” he says, shifting so that he can press a quick kiss against your breasts and then your neck and then your mouth. He begins to move his fingers in and out of you at a pace, circling your clit with his thumb. You moan out his name, you can feel your body heighten and come alive with pleasure, taking you to your edge.

“Yeah,” you answer and grip his bicep so tightly that your knuckles are white.

“You feel so good around my fingers,” he says against your neck where he begins to suck and nip on the sensitive skin. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum on my fingers?”

“Yes," you reply in a hushed voice, furrowing your brow and bucking your hips up as he continues sliding his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, "Don’t stop that feels so good!"

"Let it go, baby,” his free hand comes up to hold your chin in between his fingers while he rests his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes, "Let it go for me, baby."

His voice is deep and heavy of lust, his choice of words set you over the edge, making you cum with a quick shout. You pull him into a kiss while you climax, grinding your hips into his hand as you ride it out. You can feel his lips spread into a triumphant smile against your own.

He breaks away from your mouth and moves his fingers from your center. looking into your eyes he sucks your orgasm off of his fingers.

“So good,” he smiles, “do you want to taste yourself?” he was already bringing his mouth to yours, his tongue opened and entwined with yours. You moan against his mouth as you taste yourself. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him flush against you. Chest to chest. the kisses were steady, rhythmic, neither of you in a rush. You wanted a few more moments to come down completely from your high, and you knew Josh isn't going to move ahead until you were ready.

Soon the pace picks up, and hands begin to wander. This time, your fingers reach down to trace the waistband of his briefs. He doesn’t stop you, just continues to kiss you. When he feels your fingertips touch his hard cock, he pulls away from your lips and looks down at you with hungry eyes.

You smile softly back at him, letting him know you were okay and pulling against the material of his underwear.

You could feel his hardening cock strain against the soft fabric, begging to be freed. He adjusts himself slightly above you so that he can free himself from his underwear. He kisses your nose gently and you laugh at the gesture. So sweet and so Josh.

He pulls your arms up so they hook around the back of his neck and attaches his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking and licking. Another groan comes from your chest, and you let him leave hickeys all over your skin.

Your center begins to throb with need, and you begin to trail the knuckle of your finger down his hard stomach before flattening your palm on his abdomen.

“Can I touch you?” you ask him this time. He groans against your neck and nods his head, curls brushing against your skin. You reach between your legs and gather a bit of your wetness on your fingers before wrapping your hand around his hard length.

He huffs quick breaths against your collarbone, pausing his kisses to close his eyes and let you jerk him off. He can't help his tiny whines and moans in your ear. Picking up his head, he kisses over your chin and up your cheek before pushing himself up on his hands to hover above you higher. Looking down between the two of you, his mouth drops ajar as you rub the head of his cock over your center, collecting your wetness.

"Fuck me," he groans, biting his lip and letting his hazy eyes look back down at you.

You can imagine your eyes match his, heavy and lustful. You spread your legs wider and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Slowly, you rub his dick up and down between your folds, nibbling on your lower lip. He takes your hand off of him shooting you a wink, he is ready to take the lead again. He places himself at your entrance and slowly sinks himself into you, both of you moaning and groaning with pleasure.

He comes down to hide his face in your neck again. You just place your hand on the back of his neck and squeeze your thighs around his torso, letting him take his time to get adjusted.

"You feel so fucking good," he gasps out pressing a kiss to you shoulder, "I’m going to move, okay?"

"Okay," you nod, closing your eyes when he pulls out an inch before slowly sliding back in. His hands move to find yours at his neck and laces his fingers with yours.

With his body moving with yours, you felt as if you were on fire. Sighs and gasps, and whimpers and moans of pleasure fill the room as he repeats his actions, taking it slow and deep. You call out his name when he pulls halfway out before slamming back in, moaning through his teeth when you clench tightly around him. You were building again and he knew it.

Your eyes roll back and you turn your head to the side, covering your mouth with the back of your hand which Josh immediately pulls away.

“I want to hear you, I want to hear you call out for me,” he says.

The room is filled with the sound of your satisfaction and his skin on yours. The noise of your wetness around him makes Josh groan and go a little harder, grinding his hips against yours slowly to hit that spot deep within you.

A cry rips from your throat and you dig your free hand into his shoulder. He does it again, pulling out and pushing back in making another groan rip from your chest.

"Yes, Josh, right there," you sigh, "don't stop, baby."

"You're so tight," he mutters, trying to keep his pace even, rolling his hips against yours, moving deeper inside you with each thrust. “It feels so fucking good,” he squeezes the hand that is laced with his. His brown eyes look down at you with so much more than just lust and he’s holding you so carefully, so purposefully trying not to hurt you.

You cry out when his tip grazes your cervix. He kisses you deeply bringing his hand down between your sweaty bodies to rub circles over your throbbing clit.

The stimulation brings you closer to the edge, a whine slips from your mouth. He was everywhere. on your skin, on your tongue, in your mind. everything was pushing you closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," you breathe out against his lips while he keeps up his relentless thrusts, he groans in response.

With just one more thrust into you and you feel your orgasm rip through you a second time. A choked sob escapes your lips and you break away from his mouth and allow your head to fall back against the pillows. Your legs are shaking around him as his pace picks up, he’s so close, you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Cum for me,” you say, stroking his cheeks. His eyes meet yours.

“You’re so pretty under me,” he says, eyes meeting yours. His cheeks were bright pink, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were heavy with lust.

“You’re so pretty on top of me,” you smile at him. His thrusts being uneven and you didn’t have to guess before he says, “fuck, I’m cumming, where should I-"

“Inside, I want to feel you inside,” you say, interrupting him before he could even get the sentence out. His hips falter, your words encouraging him to cum inside you, suddenly slamming all the way in you still while he lets out a deep groan, emptying himself into you.

Your chests rise and fall in unison and when he lowers himself on top of you, his dick still inside you, you unlace your hand from his and wrap your arms around him. Your hands come up to play with his hair, and he runs his nose up and down the side of your neck, whispering praises into your skin. Then, once you have both recovered, he pulls out of you and lays down next to you, pulling you into his side and kissing your bare shoulder.

“This was the best surprise ever,” he says with a dazzling grin on his face. “Ready for round two?” You giggle and wrap your arms around him, how could you deny him after that.

#greta van fleet smut #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet #greta van fluff #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka #fanfic #gvf smut #gvf fluff #josh gvf

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

Jed after a long day.

SFW pure fluff.

When Jed arrived home- at your home, you live separately because he insists upon it. "Don't want to intrude." He says even though he sleeps there nearly every night now. Anyway when he gets to your house after work he doesn't announce himself. You're busy cooking dinner, something simple, something easy and quick enough for anyone to do.

You don't hear him coming up behind you. He doesn't want you to. He whispers a small "Don't move." And it startles you of course, his voice husky and low directly into your ear where there once was silence. So obviously you flinch a bit and turn your head to look at him but he corrects you, using his left hand to reach around and put two fingers on your jaw to gently push your face back forward to focus you back on your cooking.

He moves his left hand to your waist, holding you gently while slipping his thumb into the waistband of your pants but not bothering whatsoever to go any further. This is where you turn off the burner on the stove and push the pan to the back burner. He moves his glasses to sit above his forehead before his right hand starts at the small of your back, his large calloused hand almost covering all of it. He slowly slips his fingers under your shirt. It's not malicious, you would know if it was. His right hand slides around to your front, resting in your stomach. He gives a little tug, thats all it took for him to pull you back flush to his front. He let's out the smallest sigh through his nose and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"I made food." You murmur, to which you get an almost dismissive, deep grunt from Jed. You're quiet for a moment before asking, "You hungry? I can make you a plate?" He doesn't even answer. You feel him grimace, his nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He felt more nauseated than anything. Then he slides his hand away from your hip and your stomach before he stands up straight, leaving cold to linger where he once was.

He doesn't say anything before walking over to the couch and plopping down, his left arm hanging over the side as of dragging against the floor. You were a little worried. He would usually at least tell you if he wasn't hungry. Usually he doesn't even know if he is hungry until he sees the food but this was no such case. You watched him lay on the couch, not bothering to even properly take his shoes off, simply putting the tip of his shoe above the heel and pushing them off as he smooshed his face into the cushion.

You tiptoe over, not wanting to bother him to much but he still hears you. He hears just about everything you do. You asked him how he could do that once and he didn't really respond. You now realize that he actually diverted the question at the time. His eyes flick up towards you as you kneel down beside him. He stares at you. It's almost chilling. You started to prefer when he couldn't keep his mouth shut. God, it seemed like he was hunting you. It also seemed like he was tired. You gently put your hand against his cheek, gently stroking it with your thumb. If he was surprised he didn't show it. He stopped staring at you, finally diverting his gaze to the couch cushion beneath him. He can tell you're going to ask a question. Its written all over the worry in your face. He seems annoyed by it but you never were able to figure out his emotions too well. Just as you open your mouth to speak he speaks first. "M'fine. Just tired." He paused for a moment. "Been a long day."

You get the feeling he doesn't want to talk about it. So instead you quietly ask, "Can I sit with you?" He sits quietly for a moment as if confused about your question before he sits up, about to sit up all the way until you stop him, putting one hand against his head and the other on his shoulder, encouragement to stay in his half sitting up and half laying down position he was in. Then you slid yourself onto the couch and promptly forced his head into your lap, not aggressively of course yet surprising him anyway.

He's silent for a good moment, pausing before scooching up closer to you. You take his glasses off his forehead and lean over him to set them on the coffee table, to which he is enthused to be pressed between your thighs and your stomach. You think you even see a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He moved his hand off of the floor and onto your knee, inching closer to your thigh. You run your hand through his hair and he let's out a heavy sigh. Looking at him reminds you of a dog really, you're sure if he had a tail it would be wagging stupidly right now.

You turn on the TV and sit there for a good while. Only halfway into a movie does he start talking about his day. You don't interrupt and instead respond with small hums of acknowledgement or inquiry unless prompted to respond. A "yeah?" Or two tossed in for good measure. He seemed to be feeling better after a while but not even two movies in and he's asleep? Snoring like he's never slept in his life. And in his defense he rarely does. You let him stay on the couch until you finally convince him to go to bed.

He doesn't care about you and probably never will but there are times where you make him think he does. There are times that you make it so he's not thinking at all. He's not thinking about murder for once. It's nice. For a moment. Until that itch comes back a moment later and actually feels like himself. It makes those moments pretty fuckin nice.

#danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson headcanons #dbd danny johnson #dead by daylight #ghostface #dbd ghostface #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #jed olson x reader #jed olsen x reader #jed olson #jed olsen

[dmercer91]

i’m in a roll with luca and black cat-

anyway

black cat not knowing what to get luca’s parents, so she both gives them a few framed photos of the boys big moments, but also sketches one or two of them out on a canvas

and they’re so thankful, but don’t want yo make it awkward

and adam- because he beats luca to it- goes up to his parents while black cat goes to the restroom or soemthing an explains js how much it means fo ther to give them her drawings

and it makes luca all 🥹 for black cat and adam’s bond

i’ve come back from the dead (i’ve been gone for a day)

i was so tired last night i fell asleep on the couch and my dad had to bring me to my room like when i was 7

but i started a load of laundry so i could stay up and write (knowing something needs to be done before i sleep is the only way i can function i hate myself)

but yes!!!! she makes a series of these three moments from ushl to mich to draft day for their christmas present

but like the boys are isolated and the backgrounds are all white

the middle one she’d done for a project (nobody knows this and she will make sure it stays that way) where she had to paint something with like visible facial expressions

but she felt like that wasn’t enough so she made multiple

she showed them to luca before they left for the holidays and he nearly sobbed on the spot

like he hugged her and held her head and smooshed her hair around in excitement and told her how much he loved her

and the hug lasted so long

fantilli christmas’ | opposites attract au, lf63

you’d never woken up early on christmas mornings, you never really celebrated other than being happy to have the day off and exchanging a gift between you and your dad

you’d had trees and sometimes your dad would convince you to make cookies, but only when you were much younger

so it was definitely weird to be awake before daylight, greeted with a tree full of gifts and lucas mom handing you a plate of bacon, eggs and french toast.

your legs were laid over lucas, your head rested on his shoulder while you fought sleep, his hands gently running through your hair not helping your case.

while adam dragged himself into the room, tired and rubbing sleep from his eyes, luca tilted his head to the side to be level with you

you gave him a small grin and he tilted your head to peck your lips, moving back to his original position once adam dropped down beside him and caused a ripple in the cushions

“it’s too early for you two to be-“ adam gestured vaguely in your direction, grumbling to finish his sentence

his mom brought him coffee and his food, and then everyone started on gifts.

yours to lucas parents was buried at the back of the tree- since you felt a little embarrassed by it and wanted to put off letting them open it for as long as possible

when they finally got to it you gave a small smile and clutched onto luca, nerves kicking in full force

luca was giddy, all too excited for his parents to open up your present, so he squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead, trying to reassure you that everything would be okay

they opened it and right away, their mom looked up with a heartfelt smile while they’re dad was just staring

“you’re so talented, sweetheart. thank you,” she turned her attention back to the art and leaned on her husband, smiling.

when they both looked back up, their eyes were watering and yours went wide, looking up at luca who was beaming at his parents

adam sent you a reassuring look, so you looked back over to them.

“can i hug you?” his mom tilted her head, smiling softly while getting up from her seat.

you nodded slightly, feeling a little awkward and you untangled yourself from luca and wrapped your arms around her waist.

she squeezed you tight, cupping your face and pulling back to look at you

“thank you, y/n,” you smiled in return, nodding slightly and moving back to your seat, re attaching yourself to luca.

the five of you sat around the living room for a while after everything was out away, yourself mostly silent

eventually, you poked lucas arm and mumbled that you were going to get ready. he smiled and kissed you, mumbling an okay before taking his arm off from around you and watching you walk off

once you were gone, his mom spoke up

“she’s beautiful, luca. and she’s got the biggest heart,” all he could do was smile, his heart swelling in his chest at her praise of you

“she’s good, isn’t she?” adam beamed, nodding to the piece you’d painted that was safe on the side table until there was time to put it up

both of their parents nodded and adam continued

“she works hard, mama. she was nervous for you to see. think it’s cause she spent so long and wanted you to like it,” luca watched his brother, smile getting harder and harder to contain

“well, we love it,” she reassured, adam smiling

“she’s at michigan for art, so she would’ve had to take extra time on top of other pieces. and i know she prefers to draw, so i think you guys liking it was really important for her,” he finished, smiling to himself

he looked over at luca, who was just glowing with pride for you, and his cheeks flushed

“sorry,” he mumbled and luca shook his head

“she loves you, too, mo,”

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #opposites attract au ! #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey

[bratfiction]

thinking about college!price and how sleazy he is.

warnings -> 18+, dark content, fully against canon, f!reader, drinking, noncon, gaslighting. please read at your own risk.

can you please just imagine meeting such a dreamy, well spoken guy at some borderline disgusting party? he’s a year or two older than you— eager to guide you around the party, to introduce you to a few friends of his that you bump into, to keep filling your cup back up with whatever kind of hard liquor is currently burning the back of your throat.

you’re enamored with him, you think. although it’s probably the alcohol, but you’re not sure because your feet seem to take you wherever he goes. your arms wrap around one of his own. clinging to him with your whole entire life. how nice of him to walk you home, right? he’s such a charmer. of course you’ll let him do all the thinking for you, until you’re at your own door. and he’s fumbling with your keys— how did he get those?— saying bloody hell this and fuck that, up until the very second the door manages to swing open.

you don’t remember your apartment seeming this eery, don’t remember your heart pounding this hard in your chest the last time you had a sloppy hookup. this wasn’t exactly the plan… john seemed different. seemed like this isn’t what he wanted out of you, not even when you two exchanged a few kisses in the middle of the party. your head spins as you’re shoved down onto your own couch. face first.

blurry; you cant see properly. not when your lashes are heavy with tears and clumpy mascara. you can feel drool slip out of the corner of your mouth as you blubber out some slurred, tearful words. stop—wait—don’t want it.

john, the once seemingly sweet guy behind you, huffs.

he’s already curled over you, bulge in his jeans pressing against the soft mound of your cunt that’s still tucked away in your lacy panties. you realize how much your body is betraying you when you feel the way the material is practically glued to you folds— before you can mewl out another string of pleas that are meant to sway him, your mini skirt is bunched up around you waist. panties are tugged to the side without a single care— “you’re being too fuckin’ noisy for a girl who was clinging to me all night.”

god. he’s right, isn’t he? how pathetic of you. making him babysit a needy underclassman like that.

you duck your head in shame, smooshing your hot cheek into the cushion as you sniffle loudly. his voice meets your ears once more. just as the rough pad of his thumb brushes over your clit in a tight, whimper inducing circle.

“now you’re gonna be be a good girl ‘n let me see if you’re worth keeping ‘round, yeah?”

#⌨️.kit's writing #🤍.cod #tw dark content #had to get this out of my system QUICKLY

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never seeked out situations that made him feel anxious until it involved being under you.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, inexperienced!nagi, ‘just the tip’, im in love w him. note: hello i am adding 2 my nagi library w more of him.. my bad <;3

nagi seishiro never got nervous, he was unmotivated as is and to actually put himself in a situation that gave him any form of anxiety wasn’t something that ever appealed to him. he thought atleast, until you pulled away from your most recent makeout session with swollen lips and asked so sweetly if he wanted to go further.

he’s already a little kiss drunk, starry eyed and rock fucking hard as you press yourself onto his lap and grind your slick cunt along the length of him. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t daunting, the thick spread of his cock when you feel it graze through your folds, heavy and throbbing — the way you bump your slick across the shaft only emphasising how big he is.

“does it feel good, sei?” you breathe and nagi can barely remember how to fucking breathe nevermind speak as he nods, fingers twitching to squeeze in your skin while he pants softly.

“yeah.. feels sooo good, keep doin’ that, pretty thing.” it’s insane, the way you arch at his touch — the way you make him feel with just the slightest grind of your pussy against him. his palms are clammy where they grip at your waist, heat bursting along your skin at the squeeze of his hands where he grabs you — palms and paws at your skin a little clumsily as he tries to ground himself.

nagi feels his heart kick at his chest when he feels the head of his cock finally press at entrance to your pussy, like you’re teasing with the warm, slick walls between them and he swallows heavy as you look at him. he’s flushed to his chest and your fingers push the snowy bangs from his gaze before you’re pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose that makes him whimper.

“can just start with the tip since you’re so big.. kay, sei? lemme know if you wanna stop.” he’s nervous, he feels sweaty and anxious but you’re beautiful and soothing so he nods before he lets himself rest back into the couch cushions.

nagi’s eyes flutter closed in bliss when you rest yourself down and he finally begins to sink into you, whining when you pull him forward into you so he can rest his face in the crook of your neck. just the tip, that’s what you agreed but he can’t help the way the first press and squeeze of your walls around his sensitive cock pulls him deeper, his hips stuttering as he pushes more of himself into your heat.

“shit—angel. ‘s it always this good? y’re so warm, can give you more, come on—please.” he curses softly with a mixture of need and delight as he continues to push into you, smearing drool and wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder when he feels you squeeze at his own. your thighs twitch when he grazes past your swollen sweet spot, making him groan when your walls reward the stretch of his cock with another needy squeeze around him as you hiss.

“sei, slow down—ah! you’re s’ big.” you gasp as your head drops back to moan, fingers squeezing and scratching along nagi’s skin as you try to ground yourself. you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, accompanied by the way his hands squeeze at your figure like he’s afraid you’ll disappear completely, he’s drunk on his own arousal and every soft squeeze of your walls around him the deeper he goes makes him shudder and tremble.

“can take it, know you can take it, pretty thing. ‘ts so good, feel like ‘m g’nna cum already.” he’s babbling as he buries himself in you but your thighs only spread wider, to allow him to sink deeper with a sound that’s nothing more than a needy, breathless whine when you feel him bottom out with a low moan.

nagi blinks up at you as you let him adjust to the new feeling, his eyes are glassy and starry-eyed and he’s flushed to his chest as his cheek smooshes against you. “take your time, sei.”

you feel his fingers flex even tighter into your skin when you shuffle above him after a few moments, your pussy pulsing around his cock eagerly. but the movement pulls a more breathless whine from the striker beneath you before hes burying himself back in the crook of your neck, already fucked out as his heavy cock twitches dangerously inside of you.

“don’t move yet, angel—come on, no fair. don’t wanna cum yet, that’d be so cringe.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. do not copy any of my layouts / writing + translate / repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk x you #nagi x reader #nagi smut #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x you

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SEVENTY

The following morning, Blitzø sat on the couch wrapped in a big fluffy blanket. He watched as Stolas shuffled over in his robe and bunny slippers, with two mugs of coffee.

Blitzø unwrapped half the blanket and pat the cushion beside him. Stolas smiled warmly, handed Blitzø his mug and cozied up next to him. Blitzø draped the blanket around Stolas’s shoulders once he had settled.

Stolas grabbed the tv remote and started flipping through channels. Blitzø looked over at him lovingly. When Blitzø went to have a sip of coffee, he realized it was iced. He looked down at the cold drink in his mug, tears welling up unbidden.

F*cking birdbrain…

“Darling?” Stolas looked over at Blitzø. “Goodness! What’s the matter?!” Stolas clambered to get out of the blanket so he could turn to face Blitzø.

Blitzø calmly put his mug on the coffee table. He climbed on the couch and knelt in front of Stolas, putting the owl’s face between his palms and smooshing his cheeks until they fluffed in that adorable way Blitzø loved.

Blitzø smiled happily and gave Stolas a quick light kiss.

“Darling?” Stolas blushed.

“Thank you for seeing me,” Blitzø grinned happily through tears.

Stolas sniffled, tears springing up; he threw his arms around Blitzø and they fell back on the couch laughing, tangled in each other’s limbs, tails and the blanket.

The TV buzzed in the background.

“666 NEWS”

“I’m Katie Killjoy”

“And I’m Tom Trench”

“Ha. Ha. No one f*cking cares who you are, Tom!”

“On our show today we have a very special guest! That’s right! The big guy who put the big ‘O’ in Ozzie’s. The sexiest sin himself. The lustful leader, Asmodeus is in the studio with some scintillating updates on a new product to hit shelves later this month!”

The audience erupted in applause.

Blitzø and Stolas looked over at the TV.

“Welcome your majesty!” Katie clapped enthusiastically as she slid down the news desk to make room for Asmodeus, hip-checking Tom off his chair on her way over.

“Thank you, Katie.” Asmodeus leaned in front of and across Katie and extended a hand to Tom as he was pulling himself back up into his chair. “And great to see you, Tom! We still on for Friday?”

Katie was NOT impressed.

Blitzø had started drinking his coffee and almost shot it out his nose onto Stolas. He started to choke. Stolas thumped his back trying to help him breathe through his choking laughter.

They missed Katie’s next comment through Blitzø’s coughing and laughter.

“Thanks for having me this morning.” Asmodeus smiled his celebrity smile. “If I could be indulged a moment?”

The audience clapped.

“Before I get down to the… Nitty gritty,” Asmodeus winked at the camera and purred in a deep gravely voice. “There’s something more personal I’d like to touch on first.”

The camera focused on him completely.

“As many, if not all, of you know, Fizzarolli and I have gone public with our long term romantic relationship.”

The audience erupted with cheers and applause. Asmodeus smiled unabashedly and waited for the applause to die down.

“And while I embody the sin of Lust… I DO love Fizzarolli. Yes he and I are in a loving and monogamous relationship... Being in love doesn’t mean the lust disappears. I say it makes it deeper, and even more… Pleasurable.”

The sex absolutely oooooozed off of his words. The audience was rapt. Blitzø and Stolas looked at each other, blushing.

“But I digress.” Asmodeus chuckled, breaking the spell. “I’m here to say: I AM a hypocrite.”

The studio filled with gasps, whispers and confused chatter.

Katie, desperate to get back in frame, slid her face along the news desk until she was at Asmodeus’s elbow. “And why do you say THAT, your Highness?”

Asmodeus casually pushed Katie’s face out of frame and continued, unfazed.

“I embarrassed a fellow Royal, and friend, at my club when I called out his relationship with an imp. I was wrong to do so. Not JUST because I hurt a friend.” Asmodeus’s demon flames grew. “But because I don’t AT ALL believe in this elitist BULLSH*T division of classes.” The lights all but went out in the studio as Asmodeus’s flames erupted.

A second later, it was as if a switch had been flipped and Asmodeus was back to his charismatic, charming self.

“So! Prince Stolas? Blitzø?… Owner of ‘I.M.P.’” Asmodeus winked and said conspiratorially behind a hand to the camera.

“I’m truly sorry. And my blessings to you both!”

The studio was silent for mere seconds before the audience erupted in applause and chaotic conversations.

“What…”

“The…”

“Actual…”

“F*CK!”

Blitzø and Stolas traded expletives while starring unblinking and agape at the tv.

“Now!” Asmodeus rubbed his hands together, excitedly. “Who wants to hear about my revolutionary new vibrator coming out next month?!”

Tom raised his hand and nodded enthusiastically.

Katie stomped off set screaming into a phone.

Blitzø turned off the tv.

“Did that just f*cking happen? Or was I f*cking hallucinating again?” Blitzø stared wide-eyed at the screen.

“It happened,” Stolas said just above a whisper.

They looked at each other.

Blitzø threw himself at Stolas, burying his face in his chest feathers.

Stolas fell back, surprised. He hugged Blitzø to him.

Blitzø nuzzled Stolas and hugged him back.

“Is… Is this ok?” Stolas stammered.

“Eez comfy” Blitzø mumbled from his snuggle spot.

Stolas chuckled. He stroked Blitzø’s horns affectionately, feeling somber.

“No… I meant…” Stolas paused, unsure what to say.

“Is WHAT ok?” Blitzø looked up at him.

“That,” Stolas looked toward the tv. “All of Hell knowing…”

“F*ck yeah!”

Stolas was startled. Blitzø grinned at him. His eyes shone.

“Free f*cking I.M.P advertising from Asmodeus on the 666 News?! F*ck YES!” Blitzø pumped his fist and laughed maniacally.

Stolas stared flatly back at him. He hoped he had his best ‘What-The-Actual-F*CK’ face on.

Blitzø grinned at him and burst out laughing. He grabbed Stolas in a tight hug and nuzzled his neck.

“Stolas, you birdbrain…” Blitzø whispered. “I want the whole f*cking universe to know you’re mine.”

*****

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #fanfic #blitz x stolas #helluva boss fanfiction #666 news #blitzø x stolas #stolitz fanfic #helluva boss stolitz #katie killjoy #helluva boss asmodeus #tom trench #vivzieverse #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #brandon rogers

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

—

Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

—

#february filth fest #choi san #san #ateez san #ateez #choi san smut #choi san smau #ateez smut #smut fic

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Not Enough | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your old classmate comes back into town for a work trip but his flight home gets cancelled so he shows up on your doorstep to tell you one last thing... Pairing: Reader x Jungkook f2l Word Count: 1.3k~ a/n: Just some cute angst... is that even a thing? lol idk how to categorize it. I wrote it last night and thought it would be nice as a one shot. Hope you enjoy :) p.s. horribly edited

"Hey thanks for letting me spend the night" Jungkook says as I let him into my apartment. "Don't mention it. It's not your fault that your flight got cancelled" I say taking his jacket and hanging it up to dry. "Looks like it's really coming down out there" I say in regards to his jacket that is completely soaked through. "Hey!" I laugh while putting my hands up, trying to shield myself from mist that lands on me while he shakes his head in an effort to dry his hair off a bit.

"Oh sorry my bad" he says wiping my face a bit with his sleeve that is surprisingly dry in contrast. "It's fine" I say while he playfully smooshes my face around, 'trying' to dry it off. "You sure you don't mind?" he says when he finishes and cups my face with both of his hands making eye contact with me. "I told you it's fine, plus this way we get to spend more time together before you fly back home" I say giving him a sad smile and taking one of his hands off my face so I can walk away to grab some things for him.

"Are you mad at me?" he says trailing behind me into my room. "Why would I be mad at you?" I say pulling out some pillows and blankets for him to use on the sofa bed. "Well then you're upset" he continues and I ignore that question because I really can't deny it.

"Talk to me" he says, taking the things that are in my hands and placing them on my bed. "I'm not upset" I lie but I know he can see right through me. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer. We were supposed to spend more time together but this work trip was a lot more demanding than I thought it would be" he says taking one of my hands in his.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. You had a job you needed to do so I can't get mad at you for it. I'm just happy that I was even able to see you" I say trying to take some of the guilt away. "How long has it been since you moved back home?" I question, referring to him getting his dream job back in Seoul.

"Two years" he says with an unreadable expression. "You still like it there right?" I question, concerned with his reaction. "Oh I love it, everyone there is really nice and the job is challenging but definitely everything I wanted and more" he says while grabbing the pillows and blankets and bringing them into the living room.

"I bet your parents are happy you moved back huh?" I question, watching as he sets up the pull out couch taking all the cushions off and unfolding the mattress. "Yeah they are, but they talk about you a lot though" he says with his back to me, not able to see how confused that's made me.

"Me? Why me?" I say grabbing one corner of the bed sheet, deciding to at least help him place the fitted one on. "They keep on asking me how you are, if you're still living in New York, why I didn't bring you back with me, what kind of job you have" he lists off, with one in particular catching me off guard.

"Woah woah woah, back up. They thought you were going to bring me back to Seoul with you? Like as in come to visit?" I say tilting my head in confusion. "Something like that" he says and lays out the pillows and blankets, finishing up the setup in record time. "No no, don't you go all vague on me" I say following him over to my kitchen where he gets himself a water bottle out of the fridge and hands one to me as well, which I place on the counter trying to stay focused on my interrogation.

"Did they think you were going to ask me to move to Seoul with you?" I question after he's taken a drink from his water bottle, still holding onto it, having only been half empty now. "Yeah" he says looking past me, focusing on something on the wall behind me to avoid eye contact.

"Why?" I question, confused as to what would even make them think that. "You know how my mom always calls you myeoneuri?" he questions, now looking down at the floor. "Yeah that means daughter right? You said she started calling me that because you and I became really good friends" I answer recalling the memory.

"Well myeoneuri doesn't exactly mean daughter" he says and I can see how the tips of his ears are almost turning a bit red. "What does it mean?" I question, curious as to where this is all going. "It means daughter in law" he says now making eye contact with me. "Oh" I say taken back, trying to piece things together from our phone calls. Everything making sense now with how he would wave his mother off when she would tease him in front of me on video call countless times.

"Needless to say she had certain expectations set for you and I" he says trying to walk past me and back into the living room but I grab his wrist before he's able to make it too far. "Jungkook did she think we were dating?" I ask and he stops for a second, trying to figure out exactly how he's going to go about this. "No, but she wanted us to be" he answers but I'm still not satisfied by that answer.

"Why exactly did she want us to be dating?" I question prodding further. "Because she knew that I liked you" he says and slips his wrist out of my grasp gently and walks over to the bed where he sits down on it with his shoulders slightly slumped. "What's wrong?" I ask sitting next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know. I just, being back here has really put a lot of things into perspective for me. It's shown me that I've missed this place a lot more than I thought I did. I missed you a lot more than I thought I did" he says trailing off a bit. "What are you trying to say?" I question, trying to get him to come out and say  exactly what he's thinking.

"I've told myself before that it would never work between us, that we were too young and naïve to think about anything serious. I told myself that I didn't want to ruin our friendship and that we should just stay the way we have always have been. So when I got that job offer after graduation, I took it. I took it because I knew that if I stayed here that I might do something stupid and break your heart if you ever gave me the chance to hold it. I convinced myself that things were better this way and that if I could have you in my life even when we're thousands of miles apart that that would be enough for me. After coming back here I realized, that that's not enough for me anymore" he says and finally makes eye contact with me.

"Having you in my life but only being able to see you through a screen or hear you voice on the phone is not enough for me. Hearing about your days but not being able to be a part of them is not enough for me. Being able to hold you this close to my heart and being too scared to give it to you is not enough for me" he says taking my hand and placing it on his chest where I can feel his heart beating faster, helping me realize how he's truly felt about me for a while.

"Please say something" he pleads with a voice that sounds broken and vulnerable almost as if he would shatter if you weren't careful. I instead take his hand and place it against my chest showing him that it's beating just as fast as his.

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