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mopopshop · 2 days

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Pass The Time

just smut

ugh i tried guys bcs i felt bad for saying i would never write a full fic but smut fics probably won’t be very common bcs i feel like i suck at them 😞💔

based on this request <-

You and Emily are sitting on your bed, your backs up against the headboard. The both of you have books in your hands, but only Emily is actually reading.

You keep sneaking glances at Emily, other things on your mind than the book in her hands. You slam your book shut. Emily looks up to see you smiling cheekily at her. “Want to do something else?”

Emily smirks, knowing what you want. She knows that look but plays dumb anyways.

“Like what? Did you have something in mind?”

you grin and climb into Emily’s lap, legs tucked under her.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe something like…” you grab Emily’s face with your hands and kiss her deeply. After several seconds, you lick into Emily’s mouth, sliding your tongue inside. Emily happily reciprocates.

After a few more seconds of that, Emily pulls away, breathless. “Someone’s needy”, she says, smiling at you.

“I just think you’re really hot.” you return the smile, an edge in your voice. You pull Emily back in for another suffocatingly deep kiss.

When you pull away again, you breathe out heavily “I’m horny.”

Emily chuckles. “Yes, I can see that.”

You smile, raising your eyebrows. “So…?”

“So maybe I can help.” Emily taunts. “But you’re gonna need to take these off. I want to see you.” She tugs on the hem of your shirt, a daring glint in her eyes.

You quickly discard your shirt then get off the bed to shuck your pants on the floor, while Emily watches.

You settle back in Emily’s lap, back facing her chest.

Emily pulls you in for another kiss, as she runs her hands across your body. Up and down your sides, feeling the dips around your ribs and hips, and up to your breasts. When Emily pinches a nipple, you squeak. The vibration passes into Emily’s mouth, and Emily chuckles.

You break the kiss, watching her hands move around your body. Em trails her hand down your stomach, across the hem of her underwear, and brushes over your mound.

Emily cups you with her whole hand and you exhale at the touch. Em shifts her hand, placing two fingers at your entrance and gathering the slick there. She drags it upwards and places the pads of her fingers out and onto your clit. You jump, moaning.

Em circles your clit slowly and you squirm, grinding down and wiggling your hips for the friction you so desperately need. But it’s not enough.

“Faster.” you breathe out.

Emily obliges, circling her fingers faster around your clit, while you grip her thighs surrounding your shape. Despite Emily’s faster movements, you continue wriggling and grinding down on Em’s hand.

You move your hands off Em’s thighs and onto the sheets to steady yourself. You thrust your hips across Em’s fingers more urgently this time.

“Go ahead.” Emily whispers, and you let out a high pitched whine. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

So you do, you remove your hand from the sheets and reach down to grab Emily’s hand between your legs, trying to put Em’s fingers inside you. You fumble in her haste and Emily chuckles, you blush , half-smiling.

Emily takes over, sliding two fingers into you, going straight for the spot she knows you love. Your head automatically tilts back as you let out a deep, throaty moan.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

Em presses the heel of her palm onto your clit and you whimper at the contact, grinding down immediately.

Emily thrusts her fingers in and out of you, glazing over that spot inside you every time.

Emily continues her movements, curling and thrusting her fingers inside you. She can feel you contract around her, hot and slick, and it goes straight to her own core.

You whine low in your throat. Emily can feel you swallow against her chest, gasping for air.

“Nngh. Fuck Em. It’s really good.”

Emily uses her free hand to rub your spread legs as she keeps fucking you with her fingers.

In a soft, gentle voice, Emily decides to try something.

“Yeah you like being full don’t you?”

You groan, stomach muscles contracting at her words, pushing down harder on Emily’s hand. Emily smirks, having found something new to take you apart with.

You can only whine in response, nodding your head yes in your haze.

Emily groans in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck.

“Answer me.” She keeps her voice gentle.

“Yes.” you whine again. “I like it.”

“Like what, hmm? Tell me.”

You don’t respond, just let out a string of whimpers and whines.

“Tell me, baby.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, body slumped against Emily’s chest.

“Fuck I, I like being full.”

“With my fingers?”

“Yeah, with your fingers. I like it so much.”

Emily feels you contract around her, tightening, squeezing.

“You feel so good.”

You tighten again at that and Emily’s feeling bold.

“What if I put my strap in you? Would you like that?”

You’ve never discussed it. You bought a strap a few weeks ago, but so far it’s been collecting dust in the closet.

You grunt and Emily feels you contract around her fingers, again. She smirks to herself.

You squeak out a breathy “Yes” as Emily keeps thrusting her fingers in and out, curling, padding, prodding, and pressing her palm into your clit as you move against her hand. It’s so much.

Emily keeps running her free hand up and down your leg, a soothing gesture.

“Mmm I bet you would. You’d be so full of me.”

“I’m close.” you whispers, grabbing harder onto Emily, nails digging into her skin. “Need more.”

“What do you need?” Emily whispers.

“Keep talking. Please.”

“How would you want it?” Emily asks, voice low and raspy. She can feel herself pulsing, so incredibly turned on.

“Fuck, wanna be on top.” you struggle to get the words out in your haze.

“Yeah? You want to ride me?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, Em you’re gonna make me come.”

“I’m gonna come.” your breaths come closer and closer together as you climb towards your climax. “I’m, I’m gonna come.” You grab onto Emily harder, pulling her impossibly closer as she starts to finish.

“That’s it. Good girl. There you go.”

Your whole body contracts, letting out a string of moans and whines as your hips stutter on Emily’s hand.

You lay limp against Emily’s chest. A few aftershocks pass through your body as Emily runs a hand through your hair lovingly.

After a few seconds, you sit up straight again. Emily smiles at you, placing a quick peck on your lips.

“Did you like that?” Emily asks.

“Uhh, yeah. Obviously.” you say sarcastically and Emily smiles.

“So…is that something you’d want to try?”

You cock your head a bit, confused and Emily starts to feel nervous.

“Uh, the thing I said about the.. the strap.”

She pauses for a split second, noticing how your expression softens. So she babbles. “It’s okay if you don’t want to I just thought - but I know it’s just dirty talk and it’s fine if -“

“Yeah.” you say quietly, a little embarrassed.

Emily stops babbling, unsure what exactly you’re saying yes to.

“Yeah, I uh, I’d want to try it. Sometime, I mean.” you mumble, blushing.

A soft smile creeps onto Emily’s face. She grabs your chin with her hands and kisses you deeply.

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i really don’t know how i feel abt this one i’m stressed 😩 hope y’all enjoy tho

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wave2tyun · 1 day

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sweet. | ☆

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 557

a/n: i've been listening to cas perhaps a little bit TOO much for my own good lately........😖 fellow yearners STAND UP!!!!!!! (if there's any mistakes left in this shhhh you did not see anything)

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips.

“i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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writerpetals · 19 hours

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vibrations | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; ass play, toys, public sex, praise kink, sub!mmc, soft-dom!reader... a very needy and whiny mmc!

The look he gives you as you hold up the black, silicone plug in your hand is more than comical. Though, you don’t even crack so much as a smile as you watch him from the doorway, studying the curve of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the way the muscles of his bare arms flex as he strokes his cock with a tight grip. Sitting naked on the bed you share, he’s prepping himself at your request, not even knowing what kind of devious plans you had up your sleeve before you disappeared and returned with the toy.

“W-what’s that for?” He gulps after asking, eyes growing wide as his hands slow, but he doesn’t stop touching himself. His thighs tense beneath him, which causes a grin to form on your lips seconds before you are stepping closer to him.

“I want to play a game today,” you tell him, grin widening into a full blown, wicked smile as you reach to run your fingers through the soft strands of his hair. He eyes you curiously, knowing the two of you have plans to go to the movies in an hour, until you told him to strip and wait for you on the bed, much to his surprise since you were already dressed to go in a breezy summer dress and sandals.

Though, he listens well, especially when you have that tone. Even if it’s a rare mood, he obeys your requests when your words leave your lips much needier than before, eyes half-lidded as you lick your lips and his breath catches in his throat.

“What kind of game?” His soft, innocent tone sends a shiver through you, knowing he would do whatever you asked of him and the thought has you aching for him.

“I want to see how long you can last with this inside of you.” His gaze shifts to the plug in your hand as you watch his eyes follow the curve of the silicone all the way to the flared base, and then back to the round tip.

“But, the movies,” he whines with a pout, and your heart swells and heat floods between your legs. With eyes so wide and a brow that is wrinkled, he has the need growing inside of you to complete the wicked game in your head, only because you know how much pleasure it will give the two of you in the end.

“We’re still going to the movies,” you inform him, watching the color nearly leave his face, and it makes you giggle. “Relax, it will be fun. Promise. What do you say?”

With his eyes switching between you and the toy you’re holding up, he takes a moment to think it over. Then, with a deep breath, he nods.

“Good boy,” you praise him, and then you notice his expression shift as a shy grin forms on his face. “Roll on your stomach for me.”

It doesn’t take much for him to be crawling on his knees to lay flat on the bed. After all, playing with his ass is nothing new, and something you both enjoy. He sometimes even begs you for it when you get his body riled up enough, which in turn has you weak in the knees for his whiney breaths and desperate pleas.

You notice his body is stiff as he waits, ass facing you as you scan him from top to bottom. The sight causes you to lick your lips while enjoying the view of his bare flesh with every muscle flexing as he lays there, head in his arms and the curve of his ass just teasing you. He inhales deeply, and exhales slowly, not wanting to rush you, but you can tell the longer you stand there staring, the more eager he becomes.

You slip your sandals off one by one as you make your move toward the nightstand beside you, grabbing the clear bottle of lubrication from within, and he nearly jumps as you slam the drawer shut. With the toy and bottle in hand, you crawl over him, settling against his thighs to feel his hard, yet smooth skin beneath your dress before dropping the items to the bed. Instantly, you reach to touch him, running cold fingertips over his warmed body, feeling the softness of flesh over his ass, yet the muscles beneath tense the longer you touch him.

“Relax, baby,” you coo, knowing he can’t be stiff when you insert the toy in him. The last thing you want to do is hurt him, trying to calm his nerves as he thinks about having to go in public with a plug inside him. The thoughts must be reeling in his mind, wondering how he will handle such a task and the idea more than excites you. You’re thrilled, getting to watch him squirm and struggle to keep calm, but for now, you need to ease his worries.

You begin to knead the tension from his ass, pressing palms to his skin over and over until his breaths deepen. Your nails softly scrape his delicate flesh, just the way he likes, earning a sudden moan spilling from his lips that has a chill surging down your spine, straight between your legs. With no more patience, you part his ass cheeks to see his clean and perfectly shaven entrance tightening the moment the cool air ghosts over his skin.

Without warning, you brush a single index finger over his rim, watching him tense all over as a hiss fills the air. You can’t help but to giggle, knowing how sensitive he can be. It’s why it makes it so fun.

“Breathe,” you warn him, brushing your finger over his flesh again, and this time, he doesn’t jerk. A smile creeps over your face, studying the contrast of your skin and his as you tease his tight hole. Your other hand continues to work against his ass cheek, squeezing and holding him open for your pleasure. “Are you ready for my fingers now?”

Upon hearing the question, he nods furiously. You know he must be so eager and impatient, cock pulsing and aching between him and the bed, and all he wants is to be touched to have some relief. He tightens beneath your finger at just the thought of penetration, earning another surge of warmth to shoot straight between your thighs.

Without another word, you reach for the bottle, popping the cap with a snap before tilting to allow a few drops to hit his entrance. He hums at the familiar feeling, tightening and flexing his entrance in anticipation. A few small circles around the rosebud lathers him up enough before you’re pushing the tip of your finger harder against him.

He hisses once more, tightening beneath you, tensing his muscles, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. Slowly you push your finger into him, earning a deep, raspy groan of relief as his fingers clutch the bed sheets and he tightens around you.

“How does that feel?” you ask, dragging your finger away from him to push back in, watching him stiffen.

“I-I like it,” he mutters, deep breaths spilling between words and it’s all you can do to control yourself from pouncing him right then. Your body aches for him, but the satisfaction of pleasing him in this way overtakes the need. You know it will come in due time, so you push the desires aside, even if every little motion he makes dares you to take him now.

His breathy whimpers only worsen the moment you pull away to slip another finger inside of him, making sure to add more lubricant so it’s slick enough. He pushes his hips into the mattress, already so overwhelmed, and it makes you giddy with excitement. You begin to pump your fingers in and out at a pace he can tolerate, loving to feel him clench around you as he whines for more.

“I’m ready,” he begins to beg, attempting to look behind himself to show you he means the words. His side profile is distraction enough, with his lips parted and cheeks flushed. A few beads of sweat against his forehead are spotted as well, but he should know you never give in so easily. “Please, I want to have the toy inside of me now.”

“Oh,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head, though you know he doesn’t see as his face collapses into his arms once again. “I have to make sure you’re relaxed enough. I need to fuck you with my fingers for a bit longer.” As soon as you speak the words, you pump a bit harder into him, earning whimpers that make him sound like a puppy, and it drives you wild.

He tightens around you harder as you pick up pace, deciding he is enjoying it from the way he pushes his ass toward you and before he can realize it, you’re shoving a third finger inside of him. More lubricant is added, but it still comes as a shock to him, hearing him gasp and groan, but he loves it. He always does. And he pushes his ass toward you before thrusting forward, trying to gain some friction against his cock. You can only imagine how much it must ache, how swollen and hot and dying to be touched his cock is.

“Please,” he whimpers again, wanting so badly to come and he thinks the toy will help him. Poor thing, you think with a grin. “Please, put it in me already.” His voice is nearly gone, choking on his own words as you thrust three fingers in his ass and contemplate offering him release. He looks so delicious beneath you, squirming and thrusting his ass back and then forward. Panting and whimpering like a little puppy. Begging for release, begging to come. He is so cute, you think, when he’s becoming nothing more than an absolute mess in front of you.

You decide he’s had enough prepping before pulling your fingers away from him. His entrance tightens immediately, his whole body tense and on edge. But you ignore him for now to grab both the toy and the lubricant. Dropping a generous amount over the small end, you toss the lube aside and begin to swirl your fingers around the toy to coat the silicone surface. You make sure it’s completely covered before pressing the tip to his ass to watch him flinch.

“It’s okay, baby,” you tell him, words strained against your tongue, “I’m going to make you feel good.” He keeps quiet as you begin to push the toy against his entrance, and only hisses when it begins to stretch him wider. You take your time, not wanting to rush as you ease the plug into his ass, watching the way his muscles tighten as you do so.

When you get the toy halfway, he whimpers your name suddenly, causing you to freeze. Exhaling deeply, he takes a moment before pushing his hips back, allowing you to continue. And you do, beginning to take your time once again as it gets to the widest part. He braces himself, clutching the sheets and gasping as you push through, finally filling him up once the base is snug against his skin.

“You took that so well, baby,” you compliment, earning a groan from him, “I’m proud of you.” Playfully you smack his ass before slipping off of the bed to place the bottle back in its proper place. You don’t bother to tell him to get dressed before going to wash your hands, trying to decide what the best plan of action would be, considering he hasn’t even heard the worst of your game, yet.

Once you’re clean, you make your way to the bedroom to see him laying on his back stroking himself. His fingers wrap tight around his cock, and you would be upset at him for touching without permission, but the view is too enticing for such a reaction.

“We have to go to the movies,” you say casually, voice soft and pleasant and his eyes grow wide.

“But,” he blurts out, “please I just want to come. Can you ride me? Please.”

“Baby…” You say the endearment with a stern tone, lowering your lids and creasing your brow. “That’s not part of the game.”

“Please,” he whines with a lick of his lips, voice so breathless and desperate as he begs. “Please, it aches so much. I just want to be inside of you.” He looks absolutely sinful, begging and stroking his cock ever so slowly. As if he wants to come, and would make himself come, but he needs your permission. Still, he can’t help but to touch himself. You can only imagine how much he is suffering when the aching, throbbing between your own legs is nearly unbearable.

“There’s… something I need to tell you.” Before he can even register what you’re saying, you reach to grab your phone from the nightstand where you left it, clicking the screen a few times until you arrive on the one that is going to make it so much harder on him. You almost feel bad. Almost.

“Wh-what?” He gulps, and it’s loud enough to hear in the next room, even. “What is that?”

“There’s something special about your toy.” You can’t stop your lips from curling into a smile, not giving him time to answer before pressing the screen one more time to activate the vibrations of the toy currently inside him.

In an instant, his eyes bulge as his body shoots up from the bed. He tries to gasp, to groan, to call out, but all the noises become choked in his throat. One hand clutches the sheets beneath him and the other grips his cock harder, until he can finally inhale a breath of air and exhale with an unsteady release.

“Wh-what th… the f… f… fuck.” He struggles to form proper sentences, eyes closing tight. Watching him lose control has you biting your lip and only wondering how he will react with a higher speed.

You keep the vibrations low for now as he begins to settle, watching him grip his cock, but he lacks the energy to even pleasure himself. Maybe this could work out in your favor, after all. You press the screen again and shut off the vibrations, noticing him relax as his shoulders slump.

“You… expect me… to go out… like that?” He can hardly catch his breath, looking up at you with his hair in his eyes and his lids low.

“I would like you to,” you tell him, “if you want to.”

He remains quiet, pondering over the idea for a moment. You would never make him play if he truly didn’t want to, and he knows you well enough by now to understand that fact. But he wants to please you, and in pleasing you, he pleases himself. He loves the praise you give him when he does a good job, and he loves his reward when he’s been a good boy.

“I-I… do.” He raises his chin. “I will do it for you.”

Warmth surges throughout your whole body at his eagerness, smiling and bending forward to press your lips against his. He can barely kiss back, and he’s already so weak from just inserting the toy. You wonder how he will manage in public, but you’re more than excited to find out.

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As the two of you make your way inside the movie theater, he walks with a bitten lip and you can hear him cursing beneath his breath. The thought of him struggling to remain calm in public has goosebumps flooding your skin, knowing he's at least relieved to see the lobby clear of a crowd and you both hope the movie won't have much of an audience, either.

He hides his semi-hard cock behind a thin sweatshirt tied over his waist and takes careful steps because his every move makes him wince and gasp. He's lucky you have yet to mess with the vibrations, deciding to wait until the two of you are seated in the theater.

It takes only fifteen minutes deciding if you want to share a drink and popcorn, acting as nonchalant as ever while scanning the concession. Meanwhile, he struggles to control his breathing as he continues chewing on his bottom lip. Maybe you're prolonging the inevitable as you drum your fingers against your chin, trying to see how much he can take before he loses it. And when you finally decide on what you want and pay for it, he can only heave a sigh of relief.

Together, the two of you slowly make your way to the theater, reaching your seats in the back while navigating through the dim lights. Luckily for the two of you, there's no one else in sight, but you expected as much when you opted for a movie that has been out for weeks.

He eases in his seat, wincing once again as he settles on the plug and applies more pressure against his ass. His hand automatically reaches for his cock straining against his jeans, becoming too hard, too quickly and it sends an ache right through him. You're quick to grip his wrist after setting the popcorn and soda between the two of you, sliding your palm over his own until your fingers are intertwining.

Normally, he wouldn't hesitate at such a gesture, but he knows it only means you don't want him to touch himself, and the thought has him tensing all over again.

“Be good,” you whisper after leaning closer, just as the lights dim completely and the screen fades to black. “And I'll let you come.”

As the movie begins, all he can do is brace himself for the worst. Though, you have no intention of ending all the fun just yet, so you pop a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth with a grin while he tries to focus on the screen. Every now and then, he will begin to shift, then suddenly squeeze your hand tighter, letting know the pressure is causing him great sensitivity.

Perfect, you think. You want nothing more than to draw him to that lingering edge of trying to control his breathing while squirming in his seat. At times he is frozen like stone, however, so you peek down at his lap to see the outline of a thick cock beneath faded denim, knowing he's too worked up at this point to rid himself of the aching desire.

When he isn't paying attention to you, you reach in your bag resting in the seat next to you to search for your phone. In the darkness of the theater, and with a dimmed screen, you navigate to the plug’s vibration settings. Just seconds before turning on the toy, you glance over at him to see his eyes half-lidded and dark, and his bottom lip snug between his teeth.

Then you press your thumb to the screen to activate the lowest setting, causing his eyes to pop and his body to lunge forward.

“Goddammit,” he blurts out followed by a hiss, causing you to giggle similar to an evil villain because you were never expecting him to react so strongly. Thankfully, the two of you are the only ones in the theater, so you let his outburst slide for now. “Fuck. Baby. Please.”

All he can manage are short, choppy breaths between words as he leans back in his seat, body so tense he is shaking. He releases your hand to clutch the armrest, and you assume it's a good time to raise the vibrations to the next level. As you do so, he hisses through clenched teeth and bucks his hips, nails digging into the leather and a surge of electricity bolts between your thighs.

His cock is so painfully hard beneath his jeans you almost feel sorry for him. The need to touch him rises, knowing he's probably dripping with pre-cum and you would love nothing more than to taste him, but you keep your composure. His head falls back against the seat as his jaw slacks, and after a few moments, you think he's getting used to the sensation even if he is so damn desperate for release.

So you tap the screen of your phone again to reach the next speed, watching his legs clench and his back arch from the seat.

“Please,” he whines, high-pitched and breathless. His eyes are shut so tight. He licks his lips again and again before his teeth sink into his skin. Sweat forming against his forehead shimmers from the lights of the large screen and you have to admit he's never looked more beautiful. “Baby, please, fuck…”

“Hm?” you hum casually, leaning in with a grin on your lips he's not even aware of.

“Pl-please, God… damn…” His breath catches in his throat, not even being able to form words properly, but he tries his best because he needs you. “Please, just… just let me… let me come.” The words release in the breathiest, neediest tone and for a moment you catch yourself wanting to help him out. Too bad you're a little too devious for his own good.

“That's no fun.” Another giggle lets him know you enjoy watching him struggle, earning a groan as he begins rocking himself against the seat.

“Please, just sit on me,” he begs again, panting like a dog. “God, fuck me, you're even wearing a dress, baby, please. Sit on my cock.” He is so desperate for release, his fingers grip the armrest tighter because he knows if he lets go, he's only going to grab his cock to make himself come.

“Now, baby…”

“I’ll… I’ll do anything, please.”

“Be patient for me,” you warn him with a soft tone, reaching to stroke the hair away from his forehead, and he follows your hand with his head when you pull away. As if any touch from you is good enough for him, and it makes your body ache for him more.

Without another word, you tap your phone one last time, setting the vibrations to max speed and watching him lose every ounce of his control. His chest heaves and his stomach tenses under a thin shirt, the muscles in his arms bulging as he grips the armrests so tight he leaves indents in each of them. His cock twitches against his pants as a small, darkened patch hints at the pre-cum dripping to soak his clothes. The sight alone has you squeezing your thighs together, nipples hardening just watching him quiver before you.

“Ba-baby,” he rasps, whimpering as if he were injured, “ pl-please… I'm go-going to…”

He doesn't complete the sentence, not getting a chance to utter a single syllable more before he grunts and huffs, brows creasing and lips parting as his labored breaths inform you exactly of what’s happening. He can’t stop himself from reaching for his cock pulsing in his pants, and your eyes follow in the dim light to see the beginnings of his cum leaking through the material. His hips buck and he loses all ability to speak or even breath for a moment.

The wet patch grows larger as he squeezes himself through his jeans, and there’s nothing that can pull your eyes away from the scene. He tenses under his own touch, hissing and trying to keep quiet, but it fails once a low groan finally escapes his lips. He’s shaking and weak and so overwhelmed, but you don’t lower the settings even when he begins panting and whimpering once more.

He’s left a mess in his jeans, but he can’t stop shaking against the seat. With his eyes still closed, all he can do is mutter your name, rubbing his cock with one hand while gripping the armrest with the other.

“Pl-please…” is all he can manage, voice hoarse and weak. Finally, you reach for your phone to stop the plug from vibrating completely, noticing his body relax against the seat as he becomes a puddle beneath your gaze.

After a few moments of him trying to catch his breath, he suddenly stands from his seat on unsteady legs. Making sure to cover himself and the wet stain on his jeans, he slips by you with a flushed face full of embarrassment to make his way to the restroom so he can clean himself. Meanwhile, you’re left alone in all of your pride and glory in causing him to make a mess of himself, only being able to think about what you’re going to do with him when you get him home.

***

You see the shame in each of his features once the two of you arrive home. He’s already semi-hard once again by the time you get him undressed and on the bed, and you don’t wait to grab a warm, wet and soapy rag to clean him up better than tissues can do.

His soft little whimpers as you clean his skin fill you with pride, loving to pamper him as much as you love making him a mess, and by the time you’re running the cloth over his cock, he’s hard and needy all over again for you. The plug remains inside of him as he lays flat against the bed, and you straddle his legs in nothing but your matching black, lace bra and underwear.

Though you can feel yourself dripping with need, craving to feel him inside of you, but you take your time. His cock twitches beneath your touch as you run the cloth over the tip and back down again. He tenses beneath you, and relaxes for a moment, before he stiffens once you drag the cloth to his balls. A small whine fills his chest, so overwhelmed, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

When he’s all cleaned, you toss the rag aside to grab the towel next to you that you prepared to wipe him off, running it gently over his skin until he’s dry. His hips buck as you do so, still too tender for most touches, but he knows you have so much more in store for him.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” you praise him in the sweetest, most affectionate of tones as you crawl up his body after tossing the towel aside. A huff of air as his nostrils flare and his eyes flutter lets you know he loves the compliment, making it all worth it in the end. Without saying another word, your lips are pressed to his own, feeling the warmth from his flushed body and the eagerness as he cranes his head to reach you.

You can’t help but to whimper against his skin. He’s so hot and ready for more. He wants to please you and fulfill your every wish and command, knowing as much from the way he thrusts his hips toward you once more while groaning from deep within his chest.

As his cock presses between your legs, you’re positive he can feel just how wet you are even through your thin panties. The feeling of your arousal against his skin earns another whimper, wanting to beg you even if he is so weak and worn out from his previously endured bliss. Just to tease him, you push your hips forward and back again, rocking against him in a gentle motion to have him pulling away from your lips in a hiss.

“Pl-please…” he stutters, eyes screwing shut, jaw slacking.

“What is it, baby?” you coax the words out of him, pressing kisses over his jaw between words. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come again,” he chokes out, “please.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” His eyes flutter open at the question the moment you pull away, pressing your body harder against him as you grind yourself on top of his cock.

“Ride me,” he exhales, eyes closing once again at just the thought of you sinking down onto his hard and needy length. “Please, I want to be inside of you.” He has no shame in begging, and it’s what you love most. His whiney, breathless pleas send shivers down your spine, warming you to your core and making you feel as if you’re just as much on the edge of desperation as he is.

“Mm,” you hum, stalling your motions for a moment, “what else?”

He hesitates with a lick of his lips, then groans. “The plug,” he replies in a whisper, as if he’s ashamed he enjoys it so much, “can you… turn it back on?”

Excitement floods you all over again, a devious smile growing on your lips as you reach to your left to grab your phone from the nightstand. However, instead of filling his wish right away, you ease off of him to stand, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra before it’s falling to the floor. Noticing his eyes grow wide while watching you, heat floods your cheeks for a moment before you tuck your thumbs into your panties to push them down your thighs and kick them away.

His breath hitches for a few seconds, then you watch his Adam’s apple bob while he studies the sight of you crawling back to him. Straddling his body, you hover over his cock twitching with just having you so close to him, so ready to fill you up. His head rolls back the moment you grab him, wrapping fingers around his shaft to earn a gasp. Giving him a few strokes from the base to the tip, you watch his body tense and tremble, loving the effect you have on him.

But you’re growing far too impatient, aching and dripping to wrap around him. Without wasting anymore time, you align him with your soaked entrance, knowing you need him so badly he will have no problems easing right into you. The tip of his cock brushes your folds and it has him twitching his hips to get more of your warmth around him. With a smirk, you begin to lower yourself onto him, not being able to stop yourself from releasing the desperate moan you have been withholding.

He groans and huffs and groans again as you sink onto his cock. His hips jerk, catching you off guard for a moment and causing you to nearly double over with a gasp.

“S-sorry,” he stutters, voice wavering, “I just… fuck, you feel so fucking good, and wet, and warm. Holy fucking shit, baby, you’re perfect.”

As he speaks in a shaky tone, his hands rise to meet your waist, and you can hardly concentrate on the words, becoming nearly breathless from him filling you up and hitting you deep. In an attempt to control your breathing, you freeze on top of him, but you remain tightened around his cock as you adjust and the sensation only makes him want you more.

Your fingers clutch your phone in your head, nearly forgetting all about his request until your senses return. With fluttering lids, you navigate to the settings before you’re too lightheaded to function. In an instant, your thumb is pressing to turn on the vibrator to the second strength, and he bucks beneath you in surprise.

“Ah!” you squeak, your free hand dropping to keep your balance against his tensed stomach. Even if he took you by surprise as well, you have to admit how much you enjoy his reaction.

His eyes are quick to shut tight, with his head rolling to the side and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His nostrils flare as his breaths became heavier, desperate. And his nails dig into your skin, almost enough to hurt if you didn’t absolutely love the feeling of him losing control.

“Ba-baby,” he whimpers, and it’s adorable how quickly he becomes a mess in your grasp. “Baby, please… move your hips.”

Desperately he attempts to coax your body into moving as the plug hums inside of his ass. His hands grip you so much tighter, you didn’t think it was possible. You’re going to be more than sore tomorrow, but for now, you tolerate the pressure because he is so damn beautiful when he begs.

“Patience, baby,” you say with a breathy giggle, though you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on yourself. You remain calm on the outside, but his hips pushing beneath you have a fire forming between your thighs. You’re dripping and aching and you need to come just as much, but the love of watching him come undone outweighs your own pleasure. “I still have one more setting to go…”

“No, baby, please,” he gasps, “please, I am so fucking sensitive. I need to come. Just ride me, please.”

“Oh, baby...”

“Please, please,” he cries, “please, move your hips. I just want to come inside of you. Please, baby.” He repeats his plea over and over, and it only encourages you to prolong the moment, even if he’s rock hard and twitching inside of you. Truly, you have the self-restraint of a master and you wonder how you’ve come this far in your little game.

He’s trembling beneath you, and you wonder how long he can last before he’s coming once again. You don’t want to end things too soon, so you toss your phone aside and listen to his cries for once. With both hands pressed against his chest, you begin to move your hips ever so slowly over his cock. A hiss through his teeth lets you know it’s exactly what he needs, and you can’t hold back your own whimpers any longer.

He feels too good inside of you. A twitching, pulsing cock hitting you deep. Thighs jerking from the vibrations in his ass. Body so flushed and warm and tense beneath you. He is incredible and the longer you linger over the thoughts, the more it urges you to ride him faster.

His nails leave marks over your skin as you pick up pace, gripping you tight as he pants and whines beneath you. He’s such a needy puppy and he isn’t scared to be vocal, letting you know how good you make him feel. And in return, you whimper and moan his name, allowing him to hear how incredible he feels inside of you.

Before you realize it, you’re getting lost in the pleasure. Surges of warmth and electricity flood you and the world drowns out around the both of you. You roll your hips faster against him, loving his little heavy breaths and groans, the way he holds you, the way he fills you with pleasure to have your body shaking.

From the way he quivers as his noises begin to grow quiet, you know he’s nearing his end. That fact alone causes you to reach between your thighs, pressing fingers to your clit and it’s as if it’s the last little push you need to reach total bliss. Your head falls back, body rolling and nearly bouncing against him as he fills you up over and over. A daze clouds your mind as the pleasure begins to bubble from the pit of your stomach and you can’t stop whimpering his name until the warmth is flooding every inch of your body in full blown ecstasy.

Your body topples over on him, and for the first time he takes control. Gripping your thighs, he begins pumping his hips into you from between your legs, sending you into an overwhelming pleasure while whimpering his name into the crook of his neck. Your hot, sweaty bodies press together as he fucks you through your orgasm, earning nails against his skin and cries of bliss into his ear to drive him wild.

He is still fucking you wildly from below as the pleasure begins to settle. Now you’re the one overwhelmed and far too sensitive, but you endure his cock pumping into you, hard and deep, until the moment he releases a final, choked out groan from his throat.

His body tenses and he can no longer move with the plug inside of him as he spills into your pulsing walls. Which only encourages you to begin rocking your hips against him with the little strength you can muster. Your lips come crashing down onto his the moment you do, hearing him whine against your skin while you draw out every ounce of bliss from his body.

Then when you pull away, he winces as his eyes shut tight. “B-baby…” he mutters, “th-the plug.”

And your eyes grow wide as you remember, carefully rolling off of him and he hisses until the moment you grab your phone from wherever you tossed it to turn off the vibrations. He heaves and pants, so worn out from your game with sweat on his brow and flushed cheeks, but as he opens his eyes to peek at you, a sleepy grin curling over his lips causes you to realize he enjoyed playing your game just as much.

Without anything spoken, he reaches to pull you close, lips pressing to his once more in your tired, post-bliss state. Though you are both worn out, you fully intend to make up for what you put him through, wasting no time slipping off the bed to pull him toward the shower where you will clean him while spoiling him with affection, praise, and love in all the ways he enjoys most.

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biolumien · 20 hours

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Tired and sleepy reader who gets affectionate 10x more than usual with soushiro...... fluff

notes: short and cute... soft and sweet... im very sleepy all the time. this speaks to me. obligatory soundtrack for this lil' thing is this album.

nights like these

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings apply, they're just cute. word count: 808

“it’s 3 AM,” hoshina whispers, leaning close to your face. “you know that, right?”

it’s been an ever-increasing habit of yours to call hoshina over right before you went to bed—you’d frequently call him over in the middle of the night, to increasingly later and later hours–and yet he’d show up each time, without fail. you’d texted him in the middle of the night, holding your phone close to your face, rubbing at your eye as you blearily texted for him to come over.

“mm,” you whine sleepily, reaching out to touch his face, letting your thumbs brush across his cheeks.. “hoshinaa.”

“yes?” hoshina’s voice was soft as he rested his hands on the bed, letting himself lean into your touches. as your thumbs brushed across the corners of his lips, you could feel the way his smile quirked upwards into your touch. one of his fangs poked out a little bit, teasingly biting the pad of your thumb. you whine, ever so softly, and he laughs fondly, pressing his face closer to yours. “what is it?” “stay,” you mumble. “don’t want you to go. stay here.”

“mm.” hoshina’s hands reached up to wrap around your wrists, his thumb brushing the back of your hands. “greedy. i still have things to do, you know.”

“no you don’t,” you protest, brushing your face against his. you can feel the way he shivers against your skin, “‘m asking you to sleep with me, soshiro, what could be more important?”

“mm…” hoshina’s voice turns into a low drawl–you can feel the way his voice vibrates in his chest. “just don’t wanna get caught. the rest of the third division’s never gonna let this go if they find me…” though as he says this, he’s gently pushing at you ever so slightly, nudging you deeper into your bed, trying to make room for him. “c’mon, darling dearest. move a little bit for me.”

you shift backwards a little, yawning a bit as hoshina takes off his jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him as he pulls up your covers, slotting himself neatly beside you. you yawn again, pressing your face into his collarbone as soon as he’s settled. for how lithe he is, his chest is hard, too–firm and tensed with muscle. you can feel the way his heart beats, slow and steady.

he hums, wrapping one of his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“you’re so needy, y’know?” hoshina teases, running a hand through your hair. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“mmh,” you kiss his neck, and his skin is warm. he smells faintly of something sweet and clean, and he chuckles.

“hey, i’m talkin’ to you…” he yawns a bit, his body tensing a little bit as he entangles his legs with yours, leaning forward to bury his face in the nape of your neck. “mm…”

“how was work today?” you ask, gently touching at the nape of his neck. he feels warm, a tactile weight beneath your hands, and you can’t help but feel the desperate desire to swallow him fully, fully entangling yourself in him–till you wouldn’t be able to tell where you start and where he ends.

“mm. fine. boring,” hoshina says. “filin’ paperwork keeps me up all night. needed t’write up a report. i’d much rather be out there fightin’.” he presses a kiss to your neck as well, almost biting down against your skin. you shudder, entangling your hands in his hair. “how about you?”

“boring,” you respond. you tilt hoshina’s head up slightly, blinking up at him. his scarlet eyes were ever-so-slightly narrowed with sleep, his expression intense even though his body belied his weariness, how exhausted he really was. but his face is so fond–a fondness that makes your throat squeeze, almost. you lean up to slot your lips together, and he hums ever so slightly, moving his lips against yours sleepily.

“this is the highlight of my day,” you murmur against his lips, and he chuckles.

“sap,” he teases.

“mm. shut it, you. you’re the one in my bed right now,” you mumble, pressing closer to him.

“only after you asked,” hoshina says, but his hand around you is firm, protective–possibly even a little possessive as it moves to the small of your back.

“negotiation’s one of my best traits,” you tease.

“it is,” hoshina says, ever so fondly. his hand reaches up to brush your hair from your face. “n’you’re lucky i love you, and you’re cute when you ask.”

you hum, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm.

“i’m sleepy,” you complain, a pout coming across your lips.

“then sleep,” hoshina says, kissing you again on the lips. “i’ll be here.”

“mhm,” you mumble, letting your eyes fall shut as you tuck yourself against hoshina, feeling the warm embrace of sleep take you into its arms.

#kaiju no 8 #soshiro hoshina #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #x reader #kn8 x reader #fat fingered my enter key and sent everything early!!! love it here oops!!!! my bad!!!!!!!!!!!

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duskrosecreatesstuff · 2 days

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Wooden You Like to Know?

Written originally as part of a frenzy of ideas bounced around with friends over the potential for the inappropriate use of Sussur tree pieces and by-products, and submitted for #HalsinTavWeek Day 6 - Aphrodisiacs

Summary: Halsin acquires a piece of Sussur wood, and uses it to create a special toy for his lover.

Read on AO3 here

Pairing: Halsin / F!Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit smut, Aphrodisiac use, Sex toys, PiV sex, very slight bondage (if you squint), kinda Soft Dom Halsin (again, if you squint).

“Is that Sussur bark in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” you jokingly said, as he strode across the camp towards you, a conspicuous lump in the front of his trousers.

“Well, actually …” his face split in a wide grin as he pulled his hand from his pocket and withdrew a chunk of faintly glowing wood.

“Awww, darn.” you laughed, returning the grin.

Your feelings were mixed. A touch of disappointment, a hint of smugness that you’d been right, and a whole lot of interest in what he actually planned to do with that piece of wood.

“Besides, my heart. I am always happy to see you.” He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, before taking a seat on the log next to you. He thoughtfully turned the piece over in his hands.

“So, why the interest in a piece of bark? What do you intend to do with that?”

He continued to rotate the piece around, studying it. “It isn’t bark, it’s a piece from the end of a branch. And I’m curious. I’ve never tried my hand at working with this type of wood before. So I’m interested to see what my tools can do.”

So he intended to whittle something from it. You were reluctant to touch the magical timber, although you were also curious about it. Standing in the aura of the tree had drained your magic completely, surely it had to be affecting him too.

“How are you able to hold it? Doesn’t it feel wrong? And what about your magic?”

“It’s only a piece, so it doesn’t drain my magic. Perhaps it can’t anymore, being separate from the living tree. And it may be because I draw on Nature for my magic, not the Weave, as you do. As for how I can hold it, well …” He considered for a moment. “It tingles a little, for sure. Like a prickle on my skin. The sensation is … interesting.” There was something about the way he put emphasis on the word ‘interesting’, the way he caught your eye as he said it, that sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

*****

Days passed and you didn’t even think about the Sussur piece until one evening, as you were eating dinner. He sat next to you, leaned in to kiss your cheek, and then whispered softly in your ear.

“I have a gift for you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“A surprise. For later.” You could feel his lips curl as he smiled against your neck. “But I ‘Suss-pect’ you might guess what it could be.”

Your eyes went wide. Was that … did he just make a pun? And was he referring to that piece of Sussur wood? He’d made that into a gift for you?

Your interest was thoroughly piqued and you tried to hurry him along by eating quickly, but he ignored your efforts. You were positively vibrating with curiosity by the time he got up to head to his tent. The speed with which you followed him was practically indecent.

He sat on his bedroll as you closed the flap behind you, his shirt already discarded for the night. In one hand, he held an object wrapped in a piece of silken fabric, with the other, he patted the spot next to him, in an invitation to sit down. You did so, looking from his face, to his lap and back again. He smiled at you.

He offered the wrapped bundle to you, and you took it in both hands, your eyes getting big with realisation as you felt the vaguely cylindrical shape beneath the fabric. He hadn’t …

You laid the item in your lap, and peeled back the fabric, to reveal the thing inside. Your mouth fell open. He had. In your lap you cradled a perfectly carved replica of his own erect self. No wonder it had taken days, the detail was exceptional, and he had clearly taken the time to polish the surface to a fine finish. A very necessary step, given the intended use. Somehow, the piece of wood still managed to maintain its unearthly silver-blue glow.

You stroked your fingers along it, feeling how smooth the finish on the wood was. But more importantly feeling how the magical timber felt against your skin. How had he described it all those days ago? LIke a tingle? A prickle, that was it. And that was on your fingers. How would it feel when it was pressed against … other parts of you. You didn’t realise he was staring at you, taking in every detail of your reaction, until he spoke.

“Is it to your liking?”

“It’s beautiful.” You grinned, leaning over to give him a brief kiss. “Thank you.”

You moved to wrap it back up. He placed a hand over yours, pausing you.

“Don’t you want to try it out?”

“Here? Now?” Your eyes were wide, and you suddenly felt rather shy. “You want me to …?”

“I’d like us to. To enjoy it. Together.”

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. You had plenty experience with toys, but you’d always kept that private. You’d never used one with him before. Not with anyone. You hesitated.

“It’s … I … “ you struggled to find the right words. You exhaled, hard, steeling yourself. “Sharing a toy … it’s a bit new to me. I’ve never-”

“Then we start slow,” He reached for the toy and placed it carefully to one side, “and see where things lead us.”

He reached for you, pulling you into his lap, your thighs spreading to straddle his. He leaned in to kiss you softly, hands caressing up your back, feeling the tension in your shoulders. He rubbed gently, as your own hands explored over his broad, warm chest. You relaxed into him and his hands dipped to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up. He pulled away from your lips to lift the shirt over your head, but quickly met with you again as he tossed it to the side.

His hands drifted to cup your breasts, as his tongue licked at your lips, requesting entry. You parted them for him, your tongues meeting, as you arched your back to press your chest into his hands. He stroked his fingers over your nipples, felt them stiffen beneath his practised touch. When he heard you moan softly against his mouth, he pinched them gently, rolling them between his fingertips. Your breathing quickened, and you moved your hips to grind against his, feeling the real version of him stirring beneath you.

He leaned forward into you, a gentle pressure to lay back, his hands sliding down your sides, to slide your hips off him. He pulled away from the kiss as he lowered you onto the soft furs of his bed, reaching for the waistband of your legwear, tugging it and your underwear down your thighs, as you wriggled your legs to help him get them completely off you.

He stared down, drinking in the view of you bared completely to him, and he glanced to the side at the toy, glowing gently like a phallic nightlight. You watched him, lips parted slightly.

“May I try something?”

“Such as?” You felt a little nervous, but you trusted him. Completely.

“I want you to close your eyes, and let me touch you with it. I want you to describe to me how it feels. And please, I need you to tell me if it gets to be too much.”

You took a deep breath, and nodded. “Yes.”

You exhaled that breath as you closed your eyes, forcing yourself to relax back into the furs. You became acutely aware of the cool air on your skin, the warmth emanating from him between your knees, the rustle as he moved. You gasped as you felt something cool and smooth touch your breastbone, your eyes fluttering open at the tingling sensation against your skin.

“Now, now.” You heard his voice, deep and soft. “No cheating.”

“It surprised me.”

“I could always blindfold you, if that would be easier.”

You gave it a thought, and agreed. He quickly took the soft fabric that had wrapped the toy, and folded into a strip. You sat up so he could wrap it over your eyes, and tied it carefully behind your head. When he was sure you could no longer see him, he took the opportunity to steal another kiss, before pressing his hands to your shoulders, signalling for you to lay back again.

He didn’t keep you waiting long as he brought the toy to touch your chest in the same spot as before, and slowly dragged it down to your navel. You shivered at the sensation.

“How does it feel?” he asked curiously.

“It’s like you said, it tingles. And it’s not fading very quickly.”

You felt him repeat the motion with a warm fingertip. You shivered again.

“And that?”

“It’s … more intense. It's more sensitive there now.”

You felt him drawing a few more stripes over your body, his fingers trailing in the wake of sensitised skin, and you raised your hand, fingers searching, wanting, needing to touch something, preferably his warm skin. You felt his hand encircle your wrist, and press it back down at your side.

“Behave. Or I might just have to use the vines on you again.”

Usually, you loved that playful threat. Another time, you would have enjoyed being just defiant enough to push him to use it. But tonight, you were already feeling close to overwhelmed, so instead, you gripped handfuls of the furs beneath you.

He watched as you clasped the fur, and, satisfied with your token of submission, he released your wrist. He drifted his fingertips over your ribs, moving his hand to cup your breast, and a moment later, you felt the touch of the Sussur magic brushing against your nipple, making you gasp. The prickling sensation lingered as he moved the toy to your other nipple, and dipped his head to take your sensitised little bud between his lips. You gasped and arched your back as he suckled gently, the sensation so much more intense than usual.

He used his knee to press your thighs a little wider as he trailed the toy lazily down over your stomach, across your mound, and down lower, to dip the tip in your dripping slick, then slid it back up along your slit to the apex. He positioned the toy against your clit, and then let it rest against your thigh, taking that moment to shed the rest of his own clothing. You felt your clit swelling in response to the touch, a throbbing ache between your thighs. You wiggled your hips, tilting them slightly, trying to rub against the toy, desperate for some friction.

He noticed what you were doing, and smirked, as he tossed his clothing aside.

“It seems that is to your liking.” You could only huff in response. He removed the toy from its position, and you whined at the loss of contact. You were rewarded as he dipped his head to lap gently at your aching bud.

“Please.” you moaned, desperately pressing your hips up to him.

“Not yet, my heart. I want to see how you look with this inside you. Do you think you can take it?.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “I … I want to try.”

He slid the toy along your slit, bathing it in your slick, listening to your breath stutter as the magical wood touched your sensitive skin. He lined it up carefully with your entrance.

“My love. You will tell me to stop if this is too much, or you feel any discomfort?”

“I will. Yes.” you promised.

“Good.” He smiled down at you, and slowly began to press the thick toy inside you. You gasped, the muscles in your thighs twitching at the sensation. You breathed hard, working to relax around the toy. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust to the feel of it, listening to your breathing, watching for any signs of discomfort from you.

“More?”

“Please.” You panted. “Gods, please, yes”

He pulled the toy back, and started thrusting it slowly, working it deeper and deeper with each push, watching the way your back arched up to meet his movements, the quiver in your thighs.

“Oh my heart. You’re taking it so well. Just a little more.”

You whimpered at the praise, all sensation focused on the throbbing in your core, as he rocked the toy deeper into you. The muscles in your thighs trembled, and you realised he had stopped moving the toy. He looked down at you, admiring the way you were stretched wide around it, your slick skin shining in the soft glow of the wood. With one hand holding it gently in place, he leaned down again to put his lips to your clit, licking and sucking on it.

Between the shiver of magic running through your stuffed and full core, and the movement of his lips and tongue, you couldn’t help but lose control, crying out his name as your hips bucked up to meet his mouth, your sensitive walls clenching against the unyielding hardness of the toy.

You couldn’t see the grin on his face, you could only let out a stuttering gasp as you felt the toy being carefully slid out of you, followed by the soft rumble of his voice.

“Are you still alright, my love?”

“Yes.” Your voice was the barest of whispers, between panting breaths. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, as he leant over you to tug on the silken fabric covering your eyes and toss it aside. You blinked up at him, eyes dark, and he dipped down to kiss you, the taste of your own juices on his lips. You raised your hands to thread your fingers through his hair, and this time, he didn’t correct your little act of defiance.

He pulled away from the kiss as he shifted his hips and you felt pressure against your dripping entrance again, every bit as rigid as the toy had been, only warmer. Your gaze met his as you lifted your thighs to wrap them around his waist, and he reached a hand down to guide himself into you. Thanks to the toy, you were more than ready to take him and with one strong thrust, he sank deep inside you, as you gasped out his name at the welcome intrusion, the prickle of the Sussur magic like an itch that you desperately wanted scratched. He settled into a steady rhythm, massaging against your tingling walls, listening to the sounds of you whimpering beneath him, as your pleasure built again. He moved to kiss his way down your neck, to your chest, the places he’d touched with the wood still more responsive. You arched your back up to him as he took a nipple in his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, your thighs gripping his sides. He felt your wet heat quivering around him.

“I want to feel you shatter over me, my love.” he whispered breathlessly. He deftly slipped a hand between your bodies, positioning his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit. You moaned as he increased his pace, pounding into you, eyes closed in pleasure as he brought you to that edge, and tipped you over, your walls clenching hard around him.

His lips crashed against yours again, muffling the way you were about to scream his name; his tent might have been farthest away from the campfire, but you still didn’t need everyone else hearing you. A few last deep thrusts and you felt him tense and pulse within you, following you in ecstasy.

He lay there on top of you for a few moments, as your hearts both slowed and your breathing became less ragged. He wrapped you in his arms to roll you both to your sides, and you felt him slip out of you as he softened, a rush of warm liquid over your thighs.

“I wouldn’t want to crush you, my heart.”

“Would be one hell of a way to go.” you grinned, tilting your chin to kiss him gently.

He reached to the side for a cloth and some water, and carefully wiped the mess of your combined fluids gently off the both of you, also taking a moment to clean the carved wooden toy. Once he was satisfied, he laid himself alongside you, and pulled a blanket up to cover you both. Warm, strong arms wrapped around you to pull you in close, and you closed your eyes as he nuzzled against your neck.

“Sweet dreams, my heart.” he murmured.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 halsin #halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin smut #halsin x reader #sussur smut #that poor tree #this is only the beginning

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i am RATTLING the bars of my enclosure thinking about togame im so insane about him its not even funny hebrgkdlcjfslfj

i love his nose shape bc its not one i see very often on characters but like i KNOW he puts it to good use while ur riding on his face I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES 😩😩🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩😩🥵

STAAAAWP. bc that’s the exact reason why i fell for him holy shit (and the exact same dirty thought SHDJNDDNDN) how are you literally meeee? i legit paused the episode he first showed up at and ran to his wiki. i have a thing for guys with pretty, beautiful, gorgeous noses ok (and the fact that i could kinda rub up against them when i—)

"when togame’s nose fucking distracts you (same) when you’re out in public. you’re needy and he’s more than willing to provide."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : TOGAME’S NOSE OH MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDDuh, togame palming himself while he eats, swearing, fem!reader, squirting, SLURPING, togame’s a GIVER, oral (female receiving) ((good for you)), sliiiight breath control play if you hold a little magnifying glass to it, togame straight up jorking "it", and by "it", haha, well. lets just say his peanits, togame.

staring up at your boyfriend, you can’t help but admire his features. how soft his gaze always is, how he pouts slightly every time he’s deep in thought, how he hides his dimples when he laughs but they still show even at the slightest smile.

but what really gets you, what really grinds your gears, is his nose.

“let me sit on your face.”

“hm?”

“…Let. Me. sitonyourface.”

“eaaaasy, baby. what’s got you worked up all of a sudden?” he purrs.

———-

NSFW under the snippy snip. MDNI. nobody below 18 pls mua mua mua.

you’re hovering your sopping wet cunt over your lover’s face now, his hot breath kissing the insides of your thighs with both of his hands cupping your ass, giving them little squeezes to ease your descent. looking down at him, his lustful gaze never leaves your form. Watching you slowly lower yourself onto his face, he blows upwards and onto your glistening folds. you clench over nothing and he lets out a hum.

“lookin’ so pretty fer me, bunny,” he coos, not even trying to mask the absolute desperation in his voice. “all wet just from my voice alone. missed me that bad?” you nod, lowering further, further. his nose brushes against your clit and you gasp. he’s fully aware that you love his nose, how you focus on riding his face only to bump your clit onto it. gets you every single time.

the grip he has on your ass eases up as you fully seat yourself on his face, your cunt directly on his tongue. you let out a soft mewl as you feel his thumb raise the hood of your clit, exposing the more sensitive bud underneath. it’s absolutely engorged and fat now.

he’s torn between savoring the taste of you and just fucking you senselessly. he missed you as much as you missed him, after all.

that could wait, he realizes.

he’s enjoying the view above him.

his rough thumb flicks at your clit while you continue seesawing on his tongue, unbidden curses and moans escape your kiss reddened lips. you swear you could feel his tongue moving, tensing it and laying it flat for you to ride on. but then you move higher, higher.

rubbing your sensitive nub against his tall nose. his thumb holds the hood of your clit back as you help yourself to the pleasure, expertly riding his face like you often do when he gets you alone. if he could, he’d stay like this forever. eating you out, having you cum on his tongue over and over again.

you’re riding faster now, practically humping his face with your fingers tangled in his curly, jet black hair. god. he can’t take it.

he starts palming himself underneath you while you ride his face into oblivion, getting off on the fact you’re getting off on his face. plus the added restriction on his breathing is making him feel dizzy but in the best way possible.

moaning underneath you, it sends vibrations up your core. you let out a salacious moan and that further eggs him on. with one hand, he pulls his gray sweatpants down to finally pump at his cock, moaning louder into your cunt. god. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever be without dying.

your grip on his hair tightens before your breath hitches, growing more and more staggered with every moment that passes. you look down again and you meet his eyes. like he's silently telling you to cum. throwing your head back, you continue riding, and riding, and riding....

just cum.

and you do. fuck, you do. squirting down his lips, the liquid dribbles down his neck and into his hair. but god. he's holding onto your hip hard with one hand when he follows you, cumming just after you did, groaning into your pussy. you whimper, relaxing your muscles that have been taut the entire time you were chasing that high. meeting your boyfriend's eyes once more, he fucking winks at you before he maneuvers you, pinning you underneath him on the couch. he pulls you in for a much deserved cuddle, massaging your shoulders while he coos at you. "was it my nose again?" "...yes."

a/n: ehehehehe togame and his fucking nose, brother. i'm so so SO happy to know we got togame nose fuckers around too. i see you.

a/n 2: togame knows you’ve got a thing for his nose btw :)!!!!! he’s a sweet boyfriend BUT!!!!! he can be a little shit if he wants to be. uses that shit to his advantage.

#wind breaker #windbreaker #nii satoru #satoru nii #jo togame #togame <3 #togame jo #windbreaker x reader #jo togame x reader #togame x reader #togame smut #jo togame smut #togame jo smut #windbreaker smut #wind breaker smut #bibi spicy asks #bibi spicy yaps #TOGAMEEEEEEEE’S NNNNOOOOOSE!!!!

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Cherry Waves || H. DM (Taesan)

❀ pairing: boynextdoor taesan x fem!reader (mentions of riize anton)

❀ genre: college!au, fluff, minor crack

❀ word count: ~5.1k

❀ warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, taesan is a little bit of a loser here (endearingly), slightly ooc!taesan

❀ summary: You don't like Deftones. You like Han Taesan. Han Taesan likes you and Deftones. All it takes is some rock music, a bad college party, and a few broken vinyls for you to reconcile the differences. With stuttered words and an embarrassing amount of blushing, you learn to make it work.

❀ a/n: My first piece with absolutely zero angst! Are you guys proud of me? I absolutely adore this piece, so I hope you guys do as well. As always, likes, replies, and reblogs are encouraged!

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“Dude, just go talk to her!”

Taesan immediately flushes at the comment, smacking a hand over Jaehyun’s mouth. It doesn’t matter if the music in the party is loud enough to drown out every conversation. He can’t risk anyone else hearing, especially you.

“Shut up,” he hisses, finally releasing his hold on his best friend’s mouth. “What if she hears you?”

Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow. “Do you want her to hear me? HEY Y/N!”

Taesan scrambles to cover Jaehyun’s mouth again, but it’s too late. The damage has already been done.

Your eyes light up when you spot the duo in the kitchen, waving animatedly. Taesan struggles to contain the stampede running through his stomach and the blush overtaking his cheeks. You always look stunning, but there’s something about your baggy jeans and cropped graphic tee that has Taesan swooning. It should be embarrassing, how good he thinks you look, but nothing can overcome the feeling of sheer panic as you begin to approach.

“Myungjae! It’s been forever,” you say, reaching over to pull your friend into a hug.

“I know! It’s weird not having classes together anymore,” Jaehyun responds with a dramatic fake sob.

Your slight giggle is barely audible above the music, but it’s almost as if Taesan’s ears are specifically in tune to you and every sound you make. He silently curses when you turn your eyes to him, a soft smile gracing your face. He knows his face must be fire engine red at this point, simply unable to cope with you being so close.

“Hi Taesan. Long time no see.”

It hasn’t been that long since he’s seen you, but he’s not quite sure how to articulate that without sounding like a total creep. That’s not to say he’s a stalker or anything, but the two of you seem to cross paths quite frequently on campus. You wouldn’t know, of course, since Taesan always ducks for cover any time he spots you coming. Instead of saying that very fact, he opts for a simple smile.

“Yeah, it has. How have you been?” He mentally cheers at his ability to get his sentence out without stuttering. “Jaehyun told me you’ve been pretty busy.”

Your smile grows even brighter, eyes taking on a teasing glint. “You asked about me?”

Even the overly loud bass line can’t vibrate a single cell in Taesan’s body, the man having grown rigid at your question. The short answer is yes. How could he not when even the tiniest glimpse of you has his heart racing in his chest. He knows he can’t say that, though, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he flounders for an answer.

“I’m just kidding!” You giggle. “But Myungjae is right. I’ve been so busy this semester. My research project is taking up all of my time.”

When Taesan looks to his left, he notices the aforementioned man is nowhere in sight, clearly having abandoned you two. Taesan makes a mental note to beat him up a little bit later. But for now, he just has to focus on not weirding you out.

“Oh! Um, what’s your research project on?”

With the way your eyes brighten underneath the dim purple glow of the party, Taesan wishes he had his camera. He wishes he could simply capture something that showed just how happy you were. For once, he understands why artists spend hours capturing their subjects on canvas. He could fill an entire gallery with paintings dedicated to the light in your eyes and the brightness of your smile.

“It’s on how urbanization and lack of green spaces affect mental health,” you beam. “And I’ve lowkey gotten so much pushback from my professors because they feel like it’s been done before but—oh shit.”

Taesan barely registers the fact that you stopped talking, too engrossed in the delighted expression on your face. But when that drops in favor of a panicked look, he finally snaps out of his reverie. Despite the dim lighting, it’s clear that you’re looking at something, or rather someone. When Taesan turns to figure out exactly what it is, you’re quick to place a hand on his cheek, turning him back to face you instead.

“Don’t look!” You exclaim in a whisper. “It’s my ex. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The words take a second for Taesan to digest, still focusing on where your warm palm lays on his cheek.

“Your ex?”

Taesan was vaguely aware of the fact that you were in a relationship about a year or so ago, having heard from Jaehyun about the hardship of your breakup. He didn’t know you back then, but he imagined that it would have made him sick, to see you stupefied in love. He never considered himself the jealous type, but when it came to you, he imagined that even another person looking at you too long would set him off.

“Yeah, shit. He’s coming. I’m about to do something and please just go along with it.”

Taesan flushes when you make eye contact again, your hand making a slow trail from his cheek down to wrap around the back of his neck. He struggles not to moan when your nails begin to play with the small hairs at the nape of his neck. It makes it even worse that he can’t help but track the movement of your mouth as you lick your glossy lips, cheeks pulling upward into a sultry smile. When your other hand places itself gently on his chest, Taesan doesn’t know whether to curse or cheer. A fuzzy feeling is slowly clouding his head, all of the blood in his body having rushed south.

He knows he has to make this believable, though, so he snakes a hand around your waist, thumbing at the bare skin between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your shirt. It takes all of his resolve not to explode right then and there. How the fuck are you so soft?

“Y/N?”

Your eyes sharpen as they make contact with the tall man rounding the corner. Your hands still stay glued to Taesan, though, not willing to part from the close contact. Your ex seems to notice, judging by the way his eyes scan the points where the two of you are connected.

“Oh, Anton! Didn’t know you’d be here.” Your voice carries a tinge of annoyance as you regard the man. “What’s up?”

Anton stutters out an answer, voice coming out too soft to compete with the noise of the party. You cock your head at his words, not fully able to hear what he’s saying. It’s not like you’d want to, anyways, not with the calloused fingers splayed across the exposed skin of your waist and the soft locks peeking through your fingers. You don’t seem to be the only one who doesn’t want to part, though. This close, it’s easy to feel the heart thundering underneath your palms and the goosebumps rising where your nails tease the skin of a neck. Interesting.

“What was that?” You question, cocking your head cutely.

Anton’s blush is clear despite the colored lighting of the party. “Um, never mind. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

You nod, watching as his overly tall form retreats. Once he’s lost in the throng of people crowding the party, you let out a sigh, shoulders sagging in relief. Taesan remains frozen where you hold him, eyes widened in shock. It’s only when you take in his expression that you realize that the two of you are still connected, rushing to take a step back. Taesan takes a breath when his own hands fall to his sides, chest shaking as he exhales.

“I’m so sorry!” You wince. “But thank you for doing that. He’s, uh, persistent, I’ll say.”

“N-no problem,” Taesan stutters.

Silence lingers between the two of you, except the sultry music of the party makes it not all that silent. Distantly, you hear a call of your name, just barely audible above the smooth melody of the R&B track that blasts from the speakers. You turn to give your friend a quick wave before facing Taesan once again, not surprised to see his gaze trained on the floor.

“I’ll, um, see you around,” you mutter, smoothing a hand down the expanse of his bare arm before leaving to meet your friend.

Taesan remains rooted in place, unmoving for a long few moments. The phantom warmth of your hands against his skin has him shivering, unable to think of anything else. After a moment, he sighs, silently willing his erection away.

. . .

“And then her nails were playing with the hair on the back of my neck, and I swear to god, I was about to cream my pants!”

“Ew,” Woonhak gags as he fiddles with the game controller.

“No talking about how Y/N gave you a boner in front of the baby,” Sungho nags. “Save it for your studio and put it in a song.”

Taesan sticks his tongue out at the older man, always having hated when he puts his motherly persona on. Normally, Taesan isn’t the one to take up all the air in the room discussing his newest infatuation. But after last night, it’s all he can seem to talk about.

He would admit that Sungho has a point if he hadn’t already written three songs in less than twenty four hours just about the feeling of your hands on his skin alone. It’s as if you’re consuming him, quite literally engulfing him in the memory of you. You exist so vividly in his mind, the curl of your smile, the color of your eyes, the sweet scent of your perfume. Just the memory of it all has him wondering if he needs to compose a fourth song right now.

“Where did Jaehyun go?” Donghyun asks after he loses the game, pointedly ignoring Woonhak’s celebratory dance. “I feel like he’s been gone for an hour.”

Sanghyuk barely looks up from his phone, speaking through a mouthful of potato chips. “He went to meet up with Y/N for ice cream. Apparently she was having an emergency or something.”

A complete sense of dread overtakes Taesan’s body, fully frozen in the beanbag he had chosen to sit on. What if your ex had come back? What if he was able to see right through your little act and had come back to try to win you over? What if the two of you were getting back together? Or even worse, what if you were telling Jaehyun about the moment you had yesterday, complaining that Taesan was a creep for liking your touch so much? What if you felt uncomfortable around him?

Worst of all, what if you saw his boner?

He isn’t afforded much longer to stew in his hypotheticals, as Jaehyun chooses that exact moment to come through the door. Instantly, he locks eyes with Taesan, expression curling into an annoying smirk. The younger tries his best to seem nonchalant, but he knows his friend can likely see right through him. He’s never been the most subtle.

“Han Taesan,” Jaehyun practically yells as he approaches the living room, ignoring everyone else in the room. “You son of a bitch!”

Taesan’s eyes widen into saucers, staring down the man as he approaches with the force of a bull. “What?”

Jaehyun continues to smirk, plopping down into the beanbag next to him. “I can’t believe you’ve actually done it. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Didn’t know I had what in me?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy,” the man responds, miming zipping his lips shut. “But just know that I’m proud of you, son.”

“I thought I was your son,” Woonhak whines from in front of the tv.

Jaehyun immediately grins, not missing the opportunity to smother the youngest. He moves to go crowd him against the couch, pressing obnoxiously loud kisses all over his face. Donghyun laughs at the antics, happy that it finally gives him a chance to beat Woonhak at the video game. Unfortunately, Taesan isn’t able to laugh, still left reeling over Jaehyun’s earlier comments.

What the hell did he do?

. . .

You take a deep breath, smoothing out your clothes and checking your makeup in your compact mirror. It’s not like you have much to worry about. You know that you look good, having spent an extra twenty minutes getting ready for this exact moment. Thankfully the ten minute walk to get to your destination wasn’t enough to ruin your appearance.

A little bell above the door jingles when you enter the tiny record shop, instantly greeted with the loud riffs of a Deftones song. It’s somewhat jarring and not exactly to your taste, unexpected from a quaint shop near a college campus. But when you remember exactly who works here, it all makes sense.

“Welcome in!” A voice calls from somewhere in the depths of the store.

With all of the stacks of CDs, records, and magazines, it’s impossible to see the majority of the store. But you don’t need to see to know exactly who the voice belongs to. The fact that he’s here brings warmth to your cheeks, forcing you to take a deep breath to keep your composure. You remind yourself that he can’t see you with everything in the way. First thing’s first, you have to fix that.

Inky black hair is the only thing visible when you approach the counter, the worker crouching underneath to unpack some boxes. You try not to laugh when you hear a muffled curse, the cashier clearly displeased.

“Hey Taesan,” you say softly, trying your hardest not to sound as flustered as you feel.

Your response comes in the form of a loud thump, followed by a curse. Before you can react, Taesan is standing to his full height, hand rubbing a spot on the back of his head. His eyes are rounded in surprise, mouth hanging open in half a groan of pain.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” You question.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “Yeah, I’m, um, fine. It doesn’t even hurt!”

You bite back a giggle as the man stutters over his words. “Are you sure? It sounded pretty gnarly.”

“No, not at all. I’m good, I swear.” Taesan’s hand finally leaves the back of his head, moving instead to awkwardly scratch the base of his neck. “What are you doing here?”

In reality, you should have known that he was going to ask. It’s a good question, really, because you don’t know. All you know is that Jaehyun mentioned that Taesan worked here and you’ve been working up the courage to drop by ever since. In the week that you’ve been preparing to come, it never crossed your mind to come ready with an excuse.

“Oh! Well…” your eyes scan the area, looking for anything that could be your saving grace. “I was looking for some retro rock albums! I was telling Myungjae and he said I should come here because you work here. He also said you have really good taste, so…”

It’s not completely untrue, which you feel like is better than flat out lying. And seeing the excited smile bloom on Taesan’s face proves just how much it was worth it.

“You’re into rock?” He asks, eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. “Who’s your favorite band?”

Fuck. “Deftones!”

You guess they are your favorite, since they seem to be the only band you recognize as Taesan rambles on about his love of 90s bands. It makes it easier to zone out, tracing the shape of his lips as they form excited syllables and getting lost in the glimmer in his eyes. You were always so attuned to how attractive Taesan is, but seeing him so excited is undoubtedly different. You try your hardest to ignore the continuous fluttering in your chest.

“So?” Taesan asks, drumming his fingers against the wooden counter. “Are you looking for vinyl, cassette, or CD?”

You’re quick to snap out of your reverie, smiling sheepishly. “Vinyl.”

. . .

Taesan swears he must have been a hero in his last life or something. He must have saved kids from a burning orphanage or stopped a war from happening. He must have saved one million trees or stopped robbers from ransacking grandmas’ houses. How else can he explain why he’s been blessed with so much of your presence over the last few weeks?

Every Tuesday and Friday, you waltz into the record store like clockwork, looking like nothing short of a dream. You never really buy anything, which doesn’t bother Taesan, because it means you spend extra time talking to him. He constantly swoons when you laugh at his jokes, perpetually fighting a blush near you. The angelic sounds of your giggles are always heard over the harsh guitar riffs of Deftones, which he makes sure to always have on when you walk in.

You’re giggling now, head tipped back and nose scrunched adorably. Taesan swears that one day he’s going to record the sound and put it in a song. It would just add to the list of countless songs he’s produced about you, a plethora of hard hitting raps and softer rock ballads. He wonders if one day he’ll ever get to play them for you.

“I can’t believe you knocked over the entire display,” you giggle. “Did any of them break?”

Taesan smiles sheepishly. “Let’s just say a huge chunk was cut out of my paycheck to repair the damage.”

It’s hard for Taesan to do anything but stare as you chuckle once again. The tips of his fingers itch to reach out and smooth back the stray pieces of your hair that have freed themselves from your neat style, desperate to make any type of physical contact. He’s craved to feel your soft skin again ever since the party two months ago. He wonders if you’re still just as soft, if your nails would scratch his scalp the same way, if you’d bite your glossy lips as you peered into his eyes again.

“You know, I wish I could work in a place like this. I feel like it would just be perfect since I love music so much,” you gush. “I’ve always wanted to make my own song, but it seems so difficult.”

Taesan lights up at your admission. “I could show you!”

At the cute tilt of your head, he decides to backtrack.

“I mean, I don’t know if you know, but I make music. It’s actually how I met Jaehyun! So, if you’re curious on how to do it, you can drop by the studio sometime and I could show you.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You don’t even know the beginning of what Taesan would do for you, but instead of telling you so, the boy just nods. “Of course.”

The two of you make arrangements for you to stop by the next day, Taesan fighting a smile as you give him your number so he can send the address.

He ends up using it for more than that, the two of you chatting via text for the rest of the afternoon. You try your best to dismiss it as him just being friendly, ignoring the heat that rises to your cheeks every time your phone goes off with a new notification. It’s right before you leave for your morning class that you get another one, causing you to snort out a laugh:

See you in the music building on the second floor! Lmk if you get lost. That would suck :(

The music building is one of the oldest buildings on campus, its ivy-covered brick exterior serving as a trademark of your school. But when you push through the grandiose front doors, you realize that the inside is actually much nicer than you had expected. Sleek linoleum floors are polished so well that they practically serve as mirrors, reflecting the light from the opulent overhead fixtures. Even the staircase is nice, its carved wooden railing cold to the touch as you ascend to the second floor. Pretty signs make studio 2N easy enough to find, tucked at the end of a long hallway.

It’s only as you approach the door that your nerves begin to show themselves. You knock on the studio door with sweaty palms, hating the way that your heart hammers in your chest. The feeling of being so nervous before you see Taesan has become increasingly familiar as you both have spent more and more time together. Despite the number of visits you have paid to the record store, your body has never stopped kicking into overdrive at the thought of seeing him.

Before you can knock again, the studio door swings open, a tall figure standing in the doorway. He’s bathed in blue light from the LEDs that hang along the walls, creating a halo around his dark locks. A pair of thick black glasses frame his eyes, softening his normally intimidating look. When he breaks into a smile, you find yourself doing the same, mirroring his infatuated expression.

“You made it,” he says softly, motioning you inside.

The door is heavy when it falls shut behind you, leaving the both of you in a blue bathed silence.

“I did,” you reply, looking around at the various recording equipment strewn around the space. “This place is incredible.”

Taesan shoots you a closed lipped smile, sitting down at a desk on the far side of the room. He motions to a comfy looking chair next to him, smiling fully when you sit down next to him.

“Thanks. Jaehyun and I got special permission to decorate it and make it more of our own. I feel like it makes it easier to get the creative juices flowing, you know?”

You have no idea, no longer having paid attention after the first word. It’s too easy to get lost in the way Taesan’s mouth moves as he speaks, something you have found happening over and over again whenever you see each other. You thank the divine that he hasn’t seemed to notice your habit.

“Oh!” Taesan interrupts his own ramblings. “We also have a fridge. Do you want anything? Water, juice, beer?”

“You guys can have beer in here?”

Taesann smirks as he approaches the fridge. “Nope. Catch!”

The can is ice cold when it falls into your hands, serving as a cool refuge for the otherwise clammy surface. You wait until Taesan settles back next to you to crack the drink open, smiling when he bumps his can against yours in a silent cheers.

Being with Taesan in his studio proves to be extremely different from being with him in the record store. He’s clearly in his element here, showing you what each button of his complex equipment does as he stacks sounds on top of each other. He even asks for your input, seeing what you like best before adding it to the track. The beer also seems to help ease his nerves, no longer a stuttering mess whenever he addresses you.

It makes the time that passes feel like nothing as the two of you work on the song. A couple of hours in, you both have created an entire instrumental track, just waiting for lyrics to complete it.

“Who knew you were such a good producer?” Taesan asks as he saves and closes out of the track. “You must have been an artist in your past life.”

You roll your eyes at the joke, cracking a smile at the boy’s antics. When you glance back at the screen, however, the smile instantly dissipates from your face.

“Taesan,” you breathe. “What’s that?”

The man in question follows your gaze where it is trained on his computer screen, clearly stuck on a folder that is simply labeled with your name. He feels his heart rising into his throat, rushing to open up a new window to hide the folder.

“N-nothing,” he stammers, but judging by your expression, he knows it’s too late. “I promise it’s not anything weird or creepy or anything! Shit, that makes it sound more creepy. But it’s not, I swear.”

“Taesan,” you repeat slowly, “what was that?”

The man buries his face into his hands, groaning loudly before looking at you again. “Fuck, you’re gonna think I’m such a loser.”

You choose not to respond to that, motioning at his computer again. Even in the artificial blue light, you can see the color that begins to rise to his cheeks. In any other situation, you’d consider it cute, but you’re still not sure whether or not to be creeped out.

Taesan sighs, double clicking the folder to reveal a plethora of untitled files. You try your best to see what they are, or what they could contain, but Taesan opens one before you get a chance. It brings you right back to his producing software, a track beginning to load.

“Just listen.”

The melody that plays is hard hitting, a little jarring in the small space. There’s a strong drum beat for a moment, only to be slowed down right before a voice starts rapping.

Taesan keeps his eyes firmly trained on the floor as the song plays, trying his hardest not to cringe at his own lyrics. He goes on and on about the way you laugh, the color of your eyes, the swell of your hips. In the chorus, he highlights how much he wants to be yours, how perfect you are. It all repeats until the end, where he confesses how perfect he could be for you.

When the song ends, neither of you move, letting an oppressive silence linger in the small space. You don’t even notice the way your mouth has hung open until you feel a slight pain in your jaw. Despite it, you can’t seem to keep your mouth closed, continually floundering for words.

“You wrote that?” You question, voice barely coming out as a whisper.

Taesan simply nods.

“About me?”

When the boy nods a second time, you can’t help but stand from the chair, taking the two steps necessary to stand in front of him. He’s clearly startled when you place a hand on his shoulder, eyes tracing your figure as he looks up. The light of the computer screen is reflected in his eyes, making them appear as if they are sparkling.

“You like me?”

Taesan swallows thickly at your question, nodding again slowly. He goes to look away, but you place a hand under his jaw, preventing him from turning.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because,” Taesan whispers. “You’re you and I’m me. I like you so much, but you’re, like, so out of my league. I didn’t want you to laugh at me.”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes at the boy’s confession. But it immediately dies in your throat when Taesan squeezes his eyes shut, looking on the verge of tears. You instantly scramble to reassure him.

“No, I promise I’m not laughing because of that,” you coo. “It’s just…why do you think I kept coming by the record store?”

Taesan opens his eyes, glistening with unshed tears. “Because you like Deftones…?”

“Oh my god!”

You can’t help but fully laugh this time, releasing Taesan’s face in favor of squeezing onto his lap. His mouth drops into a soft “o” as you settle in, hands frozen awkwardly on the arm rests. You take his surprise as an opportunity to snake a hand around the back of his neck, letting your nails scratch at the base of his skull like they did months prior.

“Taesan,” you whisper. “I don’t like Deftones.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. I like you.”

You wish you had a camera to capture Taesan’s expression at the moment when what you’re saying clicks for him. It takes a moment, the words seemingly churning in his head before their meaning becomes apparent. His head cocks to the side, eyes no longer glistening with unshed tears, but rather sparkling with disbelief.

“You like me?”

The chuckle that escapes you is dripping with fondness, your hands tightening where they rest around Taesan’s shoulders. “Yes. I like you a lot.”

“I also like you a lot.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “You already mentioned that part.”

Taesan still looks nervous, hands clearly fumbling as he decides whether or not it’s okay to touch you. “So…what now?”

You inch forward, slowly minimizing the already small distance between the two of you. It’s close enough that you can feel Taesan’s shaky breath, warm as it fans your face. He goes a little cross eyed as he tries to maintain eye contact, clearly still startled at the newfound close contact.

“Now you kiss me.”

There’s a brief hesitation, the tiniest moment in which Taesan’s eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your gaze once more. But then, he immediately surges forward to close the distance between you two, his soft lips blanketing yours. It’s a timid, chaste kiss that only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away.

“Taesan,” you whisper, as if not wanting the words to escape the cocoon that you have created with your bodies. “Kiss me again.”

And he does. He kisses you again and again until your hands travel to his cheeks, keeping him in place. It allows you to kiss him deeper, savoring the warm feeling of his mouth on yours.

Despite his shy nature, Taesan seems anything but inexperienced as he finally relaxes into the kiss. His hands slowly migrate from the arm rests to your hips, hands smoothing along the fabric of your jeans. He strikes a comfortable balance between the gentle way he kisses and the firm groping of your body.

Just when you start to lose yourself in the feeling, he pulls away, leaving both of you panting.

“Wait, Y/N…let me play you another song.”

With a little bit of shuffling and clicking, Taesan finds the audio file he's looking for, kiss-swollen lips settling into a satisfied grin. He leans back to observe you as he presses play, letting a melody flow through the speakers.

You're my girl

And that's alright

If you sting me, I won't mind

'Cause you're my girl

And that's alright

If you sting me, I won't mind.

.FIN.

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor fluff #bnd #han taesan #han taesan imagines #written in the stars

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the way that my cat’s purr is so incredibly quiet that it’s literally silent 99% of the time so the only way you can tell if he’s purring is by feeling the vibrations in his throat…. things that make me go insane

#AUGH. SOMETHING ABOUT IT IS SO SPECIAL TO ME. LOVE <3333 #you literally have to gently press your fingers into the soft part under his chin (in all his fluffy fur <3) like ur checking his pulse #and you can just feel these very soft vibrations #but it’s just so fucking cute bc he portrays this very grumpy cat energy #so the fact that he seemingly never purrs like. fits into that image.#but if you take a moment to give him lots of love and then pay close attention you can tell hes happy <333 #he’s like a stoic old grandpa who acts tough and mean but is secretly a softy who just wants love #I adore him <3

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whiny toji was something i did know i needed till now🧍🏼‍♀️

now what about whiny sukuna👀👀 in his domain👀👀

-👁️

riding sukuna until he whines ★

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, whiney sukuna, brief choking, praise, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, mdni.

“oh, fine. do your worst, brat,” the curse would snicker with a sly grin stretching against the very curvature of his crimson pink lips. he’s not taking you serious.

then again, it’s rare for the sukuna ryomen to ever take you, his precious favorite human serious. you enlighten him so to speak, he cherishes the time he spends with you . . including the moments where you’re entrapped with him in his own domain. you’ve never had the patience though, as you’re straddling his lap— you’re hovering over his leaky tip and his fangs poke out into a mere, wicked smile. “givin’ up now? what’s with the hesitation, little one?” and a hand of his runs down the sides of your waist, a smirk pulling against his lips once he hums in amusement. “scared ‘m gonna stretch you out like last time?”

“no one’s scared,” you reply with an eye roll, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. sukuna hums, multiple eyes flickering at you, taking in your beauty. a broad hand of his slings around your waist before giving it a tight squeeze. “just shut up ‘n lie back, ‘kuna.”

“not likin’ that attitude,” he grumps—crossing the upper part of his two arms before parting his legs. he was very beefy, the size difference between the two of you was almost adorable. another broad hand of his brings you closer, a hiss snakes from his lips as he feels your folds gradually swallow his frenulum. “but like i said, do your worst. i’ll be nice ‘n try not to fall asleep, heh.”

you were always annoyed with the smug, complacent smile that’s forevermore printed onto the curses lips. as you’re taking him down, it feels warm. he groans at the way your gummy walls easily clamp down against him.

easy, two of his hands grab onto your waist before he leans back against his throne. “you’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, ‘kuna,” and his eyes flicker at you. the nerve, he’d let you get away with saying almost anything to him.

the only reason why—simply because you were known as his favorite,

“and you’re too bratty for your own good,” he replies back with wit, the roughness in his tone making you throb. sukuna was so close to your ear, you inch closer until you’re met with his chest. perfectly toned pecs—soft toned pecs rubbing against your own, you can feel how perky his nipples were, brushing against the fabric of his cottony made kimono. inside his domain— it was dark, a mere scary glimpse of his own perfect little world. and yet, here he was sharing it with you. he sucks his teeth, your cunt holds him tight, refusing to let go and his head goes back. “my, perhaps you’ve missed me a lot more than you let on.”

so cocky,

with an eye roll, you lean in for a kiss— the demon returns it, a free hand of his wrapping around your throat whilst you’re taking him fully.

your hips start to sway, picking up a decent rhythm before you moan in his mouth. he skims a thumb down the aisle of your throat, feeling the vibrations that’s continuously flees from your voice. so harmonic, the sweet sounds you always made for him was a song he’d constantly listen to if he could.

“ugh,” he grunts, pulling away—a glimmering mixture of his own saliva departs away from your lips as he stares at you blankly. he’s almost in disbelief. with your arched hips in mere constant rotation, a raw groan rips from his lips. he finds it cute. the small prints of your fingers wrap around his throat, never once leaving eye contact. “you’re a kinky little girl today, huh. got no right choking m-me.”

sukuna’s voice falters all of sudden, he lets off a sharp gasp. the plump tip of his dick abruptly thumping against a specific spot deep inside of your swollen cunt. it hits it again, and again, and again,

he’s getting a bit sensitive. sukuna’s caught off guard—especially with how not only you’re choking him gingerly, but resuming to grind your sweet hips against him. so warm, you ride his lap like it’s your own personal throne. the middle parts of his back slumps against his royal seat as he gnaws on his lip. his breaths become significantly heavy and he already sounds like he’s running out of breath.

languidly,

your hips stutter against him—the hefty size of his cock rummages all through your pussy before you conceal yet another moan.

sukuna groans, feeling you lean up close to pierce the crowns of your teeth into the depths of his skin. lolling out your damp tongue, you savor the curses taste. he tastes sweet, almost salty but of course candied. a hand of his reaches near the outer cusps of your ass before a long nail of his carved light against your skin. moaning yourself, you seep your tongue canines into his neck to leave a mark and he grunts— yet this time, instead of his usual gruff tone that booms throughout his infamous, blood-curdling domain, for the first time in centuries or ever, sukuna ryomen whimpers.

it slips out of him easily, and oh is he embarrassed once he sees the dumbfounded expression of yours turn into straight smugness.

the whine spews from his ancient lips and he’s not fond of this feeling at all— he’s so deep into the very pits of your lower abdomen, making you feel every staggering inch of his cock and he sucks his teeth in desperation. a finger of yours slips through his kimono, trailing against his sculpted abs before you lean up close to him to whisper.

“aw,” you giggle with a hum shortly following, the rupture his dick makes within you almost gives your legs a good enough excuse to give up. running a finger down his undercut, you’re met with the meanest glare. “all that sass and you’re a whiny baby, sukuna,” and you thrust your hips against him further. the massive weight of his balls slapping back against your skin and he tenses up. broad shoulders raise before he whines again, although this time— it’s from feeling you kiss near the neglected corner of his lips. “who knew the king of curses could be a cute whiner.”

“s-shut up, mortal,” he groans, the sensitivity of his cock repeatedly thrashes against your g-spot. sukuna’s too caught off guard that he doesn’t even realize he ends up finishing early.. too early,

thick stringy ropes end up shooting into you, it’s warm and sticky. you pause your hips—relishing in the hotness of his spurts of seed that trickles its way into you. sukuna’s spasming out underneath you, it’s so cute to see. his jaw hangs open, the most lewdest whimpers leaving out of his throat before the veins that run within his bulky arms pulse. he’s seeing everything but the vision; the vision of you straddling his lap, staring into his eyes with that cheeky grin.

submissive sukuna,

you lean in to kiss him whilst he’s still dumping an entire gluey load of cum into you. such satiny ropes, he sloppily returns the favor, breath heavy and sheets of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. “goodness,” and his voice— it’s not as confident as it was, you hear a slight tremor in it and it’s cute. he’s still heaving, clingy walls continue to grip around him before his fangs nip at your bottom lip. “a-ah, got me soundin’ like a worthless p—”

“shh, baby,” you purr, and he’s like puffy folding in your hands. once cruel and sadistic eyes—now all droopy and full of heart eyes at your very expense. he calms down from the strokes of your hand against his face and he shudders, trying to pull into another kiss but you stop him. he whines again. “oh, does the demon want another kiss?”

he nods, that same cute grump of a scowl returning to his lips before he sighs. “give me a kiss.”

“not when you ask like that, ‘kuna,” you tease and his eye twitches, again— the nerve..

he feels the way his cum starts to ooze out between your thighs and he glowers at you. such a baby, you lean in to kiss his pout away and his arms go back to being crossed. “say pretty please.”

“perish.”

“fine kiss yourself,” you roll your eyes with a sly smile, preparing to make your way off the demons lap until he holds you tight. two strong arms grabbing you,

so clingy . .

with a scoff, he looks away—a cute tint rising to his face before he mumbles. “give me a kiss, pretty please.”

“that’s a good demon,” you giggle, slinging your arms around him before pressing him a soft, wet kiss. he whines at your taste, wanting nothing more than to savor it. his tongue curls against yours before he feels your hips start to pick up again. he moans, his left thigh twitching before your bouncing accelerates. he was still so sensitive, and yet here he was, like dough mending underneath you.

a while after, you pull away and he pouts— hiding his face into the very crook of your neck. sukuna snarls, nibbling against your skin before whining out a low, raspy, “i- i need a minute,” and he hides more of his sweetened whimpers into your neck. “don’t move. we’re gonna stay like this, f-fuck.”

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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒

—how risky they’re willing to get in public, from least to most

₊ ⊹ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

₊ ⊹ cw: smut, public sex, fingering, public vibrator, bathroom sex, hair pulling, choking, face fucking, cock warming, handjobs, degradation, praise, things that i’d be scared of irl

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓: 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

He loves small acts of affection like holding your hand as you walk through the mall. Keeping you close by his side when he notices how people are eyeing you.

Pulling you into store after store to let you pick out anything you wanted with his hand on the small of your back. Allowing you to peck him softly when you found the perfect dress.

He lets you pull him into the dressing room. Trying his hardest to look away because you know what you’ll do to him. It’s just your way of teasing.

“Kento.. does this look nice?”

Nanami clears his throat, allowing himself to glance down at you only to see you completely naked. Having discarded of your previous outfit, underwear included, to try in the dress.

He chuckled deeply, cheeks turning a light hue of red as he shook his head. “Beautiful.” He watched as you finally slipped on the dress, looking absolutely stunning as he stuttered out a breathy compliment.

He kisses your forehead when you two are leaving the store, the bags in his hands feeling like lightweight as he extends an elbow for you to hook yours into. A small smirk on his face as people continued to eye you. Both in want and in jealousy.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

He loves teasing you in public, convincing you to wear a vibrator when you two step out. Your legs trembly beneath you as you held onto his arm tightly for support. Each shaky step making you whimper under your breath as the toy brushes against your g spot.

“Suguruu, i can’t.” You mumble into his chest with a moan. Pretending to hug him so you could finally let out some of those adorable noises that he loved to hear.

Geto smirked, letting his hand run down your waist before patting your ass twice. “Come on, don’t want people to figure you out now do you? You look like you’re about to have a fucking orgasm.”

“C-cause i am.” You almost cried out, keeping the words soft for nobody to hear.

He takes you into a small restaurant to get something to eat. Asking for a seat at the very back so you could both be undisturbed. “Hmm, how you holding up there baby?” He asked with the tilt of your head, bringing his glass of water up to his lips before chuckling at the pout on your face.

You tried to do the same, bringing a shaky arm out to grab the glass before huffing in frustration. You couldn’t, it was too intense. “Suguru, please.”

“Please what?”

You let out another whimper, gripping the edge of the table tightly as the vibrations traveled through your whole body. Eyes welling with tears as you bit your hand to keep your cries at bay. “I can’t— ahh, i can’t Suguru.”

Geto watched as you trembled, legs crossing under the table as your eyes met his. Toes no doubt curling as you slumped against the table riding through your high.

“Well shit.. that’s fucking hot.” He grunted, cock standing hard until he noticed a waiter walking towards you. He was thankful that they could see only him and not you.

Your breathing was heavy, panting as you calmed yourself down. Jelly arms attempting to push yourself to sit up straight when Geto flipped off the switch on his phone.

“Good day, can i get you anything?”

“Hi, yes. Can me and my girlfriend have…”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Choso gets needy in public. Very needy. He started off with just wanting to touch you. Feel you. But it wasn’t enough.

He knows it’s too much to ask to fuck you. So he begs you to give him a handjob under a table. His abs tensed as your hand worked up and down his cock, using your spit to fuck him with your fist.

He tried to keep his whimpers soft, head buried in your neck as he drools lightly. His head feeling lighter and lighter as you sped up your pace.

“Hmm, does that feel good baby?” You whispered sweetly, your other hand running through his fluffy black hair as if it was just a normal display of affection.

“Mhm— s-so go-odd.” He moaned softly, voice cracking as his breathing became heavier. Hips thrusting up into your fist as an involuntary reaction.

You let him hold you. Seeming like an adorably soft boyfriend to public eyes. If only they knew that you had him on the brink of an orgasm.

His hold on you tightening when he felt his legs tremble. “Haah— babyy.” He whined, his cock twitching in your hold as your speed never faltered.

Holding back a smile when he groaned into your skin, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum onto your hand.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He loves taking you to parties, and with every party comes hungry idiots who can’t take their eyes off of you. He likes to have fun. And he’s taught you to like having fun too.

He lets you do a little harmless flirting. Getting men hard thinking they had a chance, only for their hearts to shatter when you walked back up to him in a passionate kiss.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed down your neck. His eyes alone being the biggest punch to all of these mens’ guts.

“Come on.” He whispered, groaning softly before pecking your lips. “You know how hard you’re making me right now? Knowing i have the hottest girl in this fucking room.”

You giggled, allowing him to pull you upstairs to a bathroom and push you down onto your knees. Using his fingers to swipe your hair off your face with a dark smile.

“You know how happy it makes me knowing that no one else can have you. Especially knowing that i’ve corrupted you to no return.” His smile turned into a grin. Watching you unzip his jeans to let his already hard cock free.

His hand got a firm grip on your head, pulling it back to make you look up at him. “Open.” You did as you were told, parting your lips to let his spit fall onto your awaiting tongue with a moan.

You took his cock into your mouth, sucking harshly as you began to bob your head up and down. Your spit sloppily running down to his base as he began to fuck into your throat.

Groaning loudly when you blinked up at him innocently. “My perfect little slut, so good for me hmm?” His hold on your head tightened, quickening the pace at which you took him all the way. Your whimpers vibrating through his cock each time your nose pressed against his pelvis.

Neither of you flinched as the door flung open, the same guy from earlier standing with wide eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. “Well what are you waiting for? Can’t you see we’re busy.” Sukuna growled, the man scurrying out with a squeak of an apology.

Sukuna’s breathing sped up, his cock twitching lightly in indication that he was about to cum. “S-shit, love this mouth of yours so fucking much.” Pulling you off his cock and allowing his cum to spill onto your lips. Watching as you licked at his tip to swallow everything down.

“That’s my girl.”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You doubted that he even understood the concept of shame. Sitting you down onto his lap in front of many people with his chin on your shoulders. Glaring at anyone who stared at you for too long.

“What? Never seem a man and a woman before?” He spat, the girl immediately turning away from what she was truly watching, him.

You fight back a whine when he moves underneath you. His cock which sat snuggly inside you grazing your walls.

“Toji.. i don’t think this is a good idea.” You moaned softly when he jerked his hips up directly into you. Knowing just how to make his tip nudge that sweet spot inside you.

He hums, guiding you to rest back against him as he finishes whatever he was doing. The warmth of your pussy keeping him sane as you clenched around him unknowingly.

It wasn’t the first time he had you cockwarm him in public. Those skirts he warned you not to buy really did come in handy sometimes.

You watched as the place emptied out, a smirk on Toji’s face as there was noone around to see what you two were up to. “Now would you look at that,” he smirked, kissing down your neck with a small groan. “I can finally do this.” He thrusted up into you harshly, a small moan falling past your lips when he did it again.

“T-toji. ‘M so full.” You whimpered, he’d been stuffed inside for nearly an hour. Your pussy had gotten so used to him. Your hand came up to your mouth when he thrusted up into you again. His pace agonizingly slow as he teased you dumb.

“My girl’s so good f’ me. Letting me stuff my cock in her in public.” He whispered darkly into your ear. Looking around before lifting you off of him. Quickly slipping his cock into his sweats while your skirt fell naturally onto your ass. He sat you down beside him, shifting in his seat to block you from others’ view.

You moaned when Toji’s hand traveled under your skin, two of his fingers thrusting back into your sopping pussy before curling them upwards. Smirking widely when your thighs shut around his arm, your nails clawing at his biceps as he began fucking them into you.

The mean pace made you bury your face into his shoulder as your body shook. Your pussy already aching from the moment he had his cock deep inside you. Your eyes grew teary as your toes curled, biting into pure muscle to keep your sweet cries as bay as you gushed onto his fingers.

“Now, we’ll finish this in the car, yeah?”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

You’re his girl. And no one should be able to stop him from having his girl. Him being cocky on top of it just added to his way of thinking.

He loved your pussy more than anything. And he wasn’t scared to fuck you when he needed you. Pulling you into any public bathroom to have his way with you.

He doesn’t bother to go into a singular stall. Stuffing his cock into you in front of the big mirror running across the wall. Your hands gripping onto the sink counter as his fingers weaved through your hair.

“Such a dirty girl for me? Letting me fuck you like this.” He groaned, pulling your head up so you could stare at yourself in the mirror. “Aren’t you scared of someone catching us baby?”

You whimpered loudly, small tears sitting on your lashes as Gojo’s hard thrusts rocked you back and forth. “Satoruu, so go-od.” You hiccuped, vision blurring as your grip on the counter tightened. Feeling your boyfriend lean down to kiss softly at your exposed back and up to your neck.

“My slutty girl’s so pretty, does she know that?” He whispered, watching as you nodded with a cry when he began hammering into your g spot. “Uh huh. F-fuck— she knows.”

You back arched, lips parted in loud mewls before Gojo’s fingers stuffed past them. Muffling your sweet cries before pulling you up against him. Your back flush on his chest as he continued slamming up into you. “Look at you. Taking me so well. Gotta hurry up and make a mess ‘fore someone catches us yeah?”

You let out a whiny moan, glancing towards the door before your eyes met his blue ones. Your knees buckling beneath you when he reached to rub at your clit.

“That’s it.. come one baby. Let it all out.” He breathed, other hand snaking around your neck as your eyes rolled back. Your body trembling uncontrollably as you drooled around his fingers. Your orgasm raking through your body as you squirted onto his cock with a silent scream.

Gojo blinked, a grin slowly forming on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy. Fucking into you hard and fast until his cock twitched against your walls, coating them in ropes of his cum.

You both jumped when the door was pushed open, Gojo quick to pull you into a stall with hand on your mouth and a playful smile.

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strawhbrrries · 7 months

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Love and Lust

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary:

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot

word count: 1.3k words

author’s note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one

“Please.” He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. “I need you, now.”

“I’m trying, I can’t get your stupid belt unbuckled.” You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.

“Baby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don’t hurry up.” He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing.

On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.

The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he’d chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.

You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, baby..” Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.

“Feel good, Mikey?” You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.

“Baby..” Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn’t even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.

You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.

“I said, I needed you, now.” He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.

Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it.

The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she’d be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn’t tired and sometimes she just couldn’t sleep, it’s how she worked.

You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.

“She needed water.” He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he’d put on in a hurry.

The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.

“How do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.” Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. “Fuuuck.”

Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand.

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.

His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.

“Baby, fuuck…baby.” Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth.

He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he’d been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn’t even hold on.

“I need to cum..” He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.

“Inside..” You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.

After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.

“Mikey…Mikey..” Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.

He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.

“Mike? What are you doing to her?” Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn’t latch when he thought he locked it.

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing

fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolves…

Your fear tastes so good – layered thickly in the air – so sweet in their mouth it’s almost painful how hungry it makes them – seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.

You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. It’s never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them – so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.

But they’re as sweet as they can be – as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isn’t meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes – prepping you on tongues and big fingers until you’re as loose as you get before stuffing you with something that’s always going to be too big for you.

They have to tie your hands to something – where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free – often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs – making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.

You’re really just too cute; it’s cruel – looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face – so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.

You sob under their touches – knees shaking – as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat – similar to the eager tail whipping behind him – swallowing all your juice down – growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.

Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks – fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws – he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him – your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue – warning you of what’s to come later in the day when he’s finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.

He moans into you while thinking about it – about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone – his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself – knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, he’d most likely tear you in two.

Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot – fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head – fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly – listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin.

Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck – being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then – making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base – watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.

He lets you suck his balls as mercy once you’ve choked him down long enough – to the point you’ve lost your pretty voice – gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base – thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly.

Your pussy is left alone after it’s made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear – messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the other’s sack and onto his cock – fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings – fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.

They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls – groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth – telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.

But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes – make you moan and cream on them – entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them – pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.

It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time – feeling the other through the wall separating the holes – timing their thrusts – pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out – leaving you panting and twitching.

Both holes fluttering around their absence – they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched – grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they can’t wait to be taken by their big dicks – both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again – completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body – taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups.

None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time – both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesn’t understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck – claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA – EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu

HQ – Miya twins

DS – DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

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jinkiezzsstuff · 3 months

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At First Sight PT2

Alastor x doe!reader

PART ONE PART 3

this is a short part 2 to a request, tbh i didn’t think about continuing it before so i struggled a bit and it’s quite short! i’m so sorry gang ;-; i hope it satiates yall if not lemme know what i can cook up for you

Warnings: love sick alastor + reader, ooc alastor, mates/soulmate trope, mentions of reproduction and pregnancy (dw yall i didn’t do the no no there is no pregnancy it’s just mentioned bc it supposed to be gn), short short, swearing, not proof read, hmmmm i think that’s it lmk whatcha think

wee little taglist for the people who asked kiss kiss: @fairyv-ice @chirimeimei

Tucked underneath Alastors chin you laid comfortably alongside him in bed. You’d been awake awhile now tail thumping softly behind you as you watched the demon sleep his smiled soft and barely showing. He laid in pyjama bottoms only chest bare and on display for you. You absentmindedly traced the scars along his torso feeling him respond with goosebumps every now and again.

“Goodmorning my doe,” Alastors voice rang out, killing the silence. It was shocking to hear his static gone and his regular voice out on display, dripped in sleepy sultry. “Good morning my buck.” You reply sickeningly sweet while crawling up to lean over his face, his eyes were lidded now gazing at you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked playing with the stray hair that swept across his face. “Indeed darling very well. I should be good for several days.” He chirped happily, ears flicking. “We should head down, i need to talk to Charlie.” You say with a grimace.

Last night when Charlie caught you and Al, you felt guilty, you knew Charlie was a sweetheart but you practically abandoned her all day for Alastor, then scared her silly with a deal and sex! Groaning you grab your head while Alastor stood. With a snap of his fingers the two of you were dressed, and that did take a load of stress of you. “Come now my doe, I’ll be there the whole time, no shame and if there is we’ll be ashamed together!”

Alastor seemed pretty bright in his exclamation holding his arm out to you. Obviously you trusted Al you gave yourself and soul to him and only him just last night. So while attached at the arm the two of you trotted downstairs.

Arriving downstairs interlocked you were both greeted by all the patrons already in the living area next to the bar. Charlie was the first to make a noise gasping, meanwhile Angel was practically vibrating in his seat. Just as Angel was about to talk Vaggie interrupted. “You made a fucking deal!?” Screamed the fallen angel, hands thrown behind her as the rest of her body lurched forward. Frowning you bit your lip, of course this was gonna be an awkward conversation with Charlie, but with the whole hotel listening. Even worse!

“Neva mind that Vagina! Let’s talk about the real stuff. How big? Seven? Eight? Twelve?! Ouch-“ Vaggie knocked Angel over the head with the back of her spear. “Yikes alright, twelve is greedy…. ten?” Angel whispered cackling at Vaggie who growled at her. Alastor, obviously unhappy, began to crackle with static, black shadows oozing out from the floor and encompassing the room slowly.

At the sight of Alastor’s figure demonically stretching the room fell silent, you only gazed up at the deer slightly aroused by his stature and the way his antlers screwed out like branches. “You’re quite the sight.” You say dreamily, barely even noticing you spoke to begin with, Alastor’s head cracked down to you. Coming back to himself Alastor hummed out adoringly, petting your head but wanting to kiss you, unfortunately that was a step too far for him right now.

“Uhm anyway, YN, can you please tell me about the deal?” Charlie begged worry on her face as she looked to you and Alastor. You felt the guilt crawl at you again. “I… well I’m not sure why but there’s just this pull i have to Alastor, he asked me to be his i said yes i…” You veered off feeling too embarrassed by all the eyes, thankfully Alastor pulled you in theatrically waving his microphone around, taking the attention off you.

“Well this lovely doe was just made for me you see? I’m perfectly capable of protecting such a divine creature and though I don't doubt your ability, princess I'd feel a lot more comfortable being the one to do so.” Alastor fired off sounding like a proper radio host as he did so. Charlie looked confused but then perked up happily.

“This is thee perfect redeeming quality Alastor, love is so pure! This is great!” As Charlie felt giddy, Vaggie felt suspicious eyeing the red demon. “So what did you even sell- what was the deal?” You hummed tapping your finger to your lip; well you didn’t know, just that you gave yourself to him.

Looking up to Alastor for help here he happily obliged. “Worry not you angry little woman,” Alastor replied, pinching Vaggies cheek, her angrily pushing him off. “The contract was nothing greater than marriage.” The entire room, yourself included, was surprised at this. You knew this was a soul binding contract, but for him to make that connection on his own was well to you sweet as ever. Your tail flicked happily behind you as you looked to Alastor who returned to your side.

Charlie was as equally as happy as you were, but Vaggie and Husk kept within the same boat of apprehension. “Why so suddenly?” Asked Vaggie again, but Alastor shrugged her off. “I’m unsure dear, just that i couldn’t resist this little doe. Like fate.” Alastor pondered meanwhile you briefly seethed at Alastor for referring to Vaggie as dear.

“Maybe it’s like some soulmate bullshit between deer?” Angel pipped up, putting in his required two cents. Husk groaned at that, but Charlie squeaked jumping up. “That is totally possible! It happened with my dad! Well, y’know in the beginning.” Charlie chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. Alastor shook his head rapidly a soft laugh echoing out of him.

“No way dear, how is that possible?” He mocked bopping Charlie atop the head with his mic, you again weren’t happy hearing him call another demon dear, but you let it fly. “Well you both are deer, could it be instinctual?” Charlie reasoned her pitch, giving away her uncertainty.

You hummed looking up towards Alastor to see him already looking down to you. “I think Alastor and I would need to talk about it privately before we have a group conversation about it. It’s kinda of embarrassing.” You admit already tired of the discussion. Charlie however didn’t like the idea of not having an answer, so with a plan in mind she turned to Vaggie. “Vaggie can you take them to the library, maybe look some stuff up online? We need to figure this out.” Charlie asked giving Vaggie a look that conveyed this was more of a do this rather than a can you do this.

Nodding her head Vaggie looked at you, who looked at Alastor. Alastor shrugged and muttered he didn’t see the issue, so long as you were safe. So you and Vaggie headed off, meanwhile Charlie calmly asked to speak with Alastor in private.

Alone in Alastor’s radio tower, Charlie sat on one side of the broadcasting table while Alastor sat behind it, tunes playing out of him. “So Al,” Charlie started breathing out a deep breath. “Can you please tell me what’s going on with the deal, listen i can’t have them get hurt! I’ll even make a deal.” Charlie said sadly gazing off, she didn’t want to make a deal, but she would.

Alastor watched her, and pitied her odd behaviour. Resting his chin on his hand Alastor sat quietly for a moment, Charlie waiting with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “It was nothing malicious that i can assure you. Although, i’m not sure what happened between them and myself, I felt pretty agressive in my feelings to protect them. Of course that private moment between us should’ve stayed private,” Alastors words were stern as he glared down at Charlie who shrunk bashfully in her seat.

“But suppose since you know i will confess in that moment of intensity, i did the only thing I knew how to do to my dear. I’m not particularly good with emotions, and so I simply ensured I’d have them with a deal.” Tapping his nails on the desk Alastor kept his composure but inside he was scolding himself for even letting that much truth out. Charlie seemed to like the sound of that though, nodding her head in agreement.

“So you won’t, and you don’t have any plans to hurt them?” Alastors ears pinned back subconsciously, he didn’t enjoy being accused of cruelty when it came to you, and he didn’t know he could be any more truthful. “My dear i swear, on my mother, not a hair on their pretty doe head, will ever be hurt by me.” Holding his right hand up, head high Alastor watched as Charlie eased into a smile. Nodding at him.

Rejoining the crew downstairs Alastor and Charlie were shocked to see you and Vaggie had returned. “How come you guys are back so quick?” Vaggie turned at the sound of Charlie’s voice, eyes bugged slightly. “Yeah you won’t believe what we found.” Vaggie said handing Charlie a book about demons and mating. Charlie didn’t seem too keen on the book ‘uhs’ immediately falling from her mouth.

You stepped up, opening the book to the checked marked place. “It’s species dependent on how mating affects someone, in this case Doe’s are more of a rarity in hell meaning it was an instinct for the two of us to kinda ‘mate’ or ‘bond’ to one another, as if we had to worry about going extinct.” You scoffed watching as Charlie glazed over the words while listening to you. “Weird. It must be because you’re a hellborn and an angel, so technically you can reproduce.”

A record scratch sounded out from Alastor, the lot of you looking towards his stiff figure. “Don’t worry Al, we’re pretty sure you’re still unable to.” Charlie hushed to him, before giving you a look that told you, she didn’t really know that to be true. You weren’t worried though, almost a hundred percent certain that he would not be able to have children. “Welp, at least now we know that’s a thing,” Angel sighed from the background, Vaggie glaring at him.

Pulling you into his side Alastor grinned his poise returned. “Look at us figuring stuff out why wasn’t this just the teamwork we all needed, good job.” Alastor applauded slightly condescending, but Charlie was happy with it nonetheless giving two thumbs up to you and Alastor.

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luveline · 1 month

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Ooo can we have a blurb where bombshell! R and Spence were either on a date or were about to have their first time but got called into work? They both look a little annoyed at being interrupted. The bombshell reader series has my heart 🥺

im picturing boyband reid here maybe <3 fem

cw suggestive content

“These are trick buttons,” you accuse.

Spencer laughs for the tenth time in as many minutes, perhaps tickled under your hands, more likely that he’s just feeling the same rush of hormones (namely adrenaline) as you are. “They’re not trick buttons, it’s ‘cos your hands are shaking.”

He takes your poor hands in his. “It’s okay,” he adds softly, “I can do it.”

“I’m not nervous, I’m excited,” you say, less soft, more desperate than he is, or at least on the surface.

“I know, I know–” He catches your lips in a sudden eager kiss, a hand jumping to your cheek to ferry you closer, the other sewing down between your two chests to work open his fiendish buttons.

“See,” he says between kissing, “easy.”

“I’d like to see this level of dexterity when you unclasp my bra,” you mumble, kissing with every bit of hunger and love you have for him, lips drifting to his cheek, and then down to his jaw. Your mouth opens of its own accord. Spencer lets a breath slip from him coloured with wanting, the most amorous sound he’s ever made under your hands as you kiss, and nip, and—

Your phone rings from the nightstand, a heavy, repetitive vibration.

“Ignore it,” you say easily, climbing up over Spencer’s lap, hand to the side of his face and rubbing tenderly.

“I was planning on it,” he says. He was shy at first, those first few kisses, but Spencer’s a person like any other and he squeezes your hips closer to his without further argument.

Your phone stops ringing a half a minute later. You smile into his mouth, even more when his fingers climb the length of your spine to slip playfully under the clasp of your bra. “How many tries do I get?” he asks.

You sit back just a touch to meet his charming gaze. “As many as you need, handsome… I’m very patient.”

He pulls you in to kiss your neck just as his phone begins to ring.

“It’s work,” he guesses, paused regretfully under your chin.

“We don’t know that.”

“That’s my ringtone for work.”

You breathe heavily atop him. “Can’t we be late?”

He smiles at you gently. “I’m sorry, angel. If we’re late again this week he might actually bite your head off.”

Things were so perfect. This was it, this was the moment you finally knew each other to the very core, and your stomach aches with how badly you want him. You're startled at the heat behind your eyes knowing it’s not gonna happen.

“Not tonight,” Spencer says, like he can read your mind. Maybe he’d been thinking a similar thing. “But soon, okay?”

You wrap your arms around his neck.

His phone stops ringing before he can catch it. Both of your phones ping with simultaneous text messages quickly afterward, before your ringtone begins again in earnest.

He leans graciously toward the nightstand, allowing you to continue hugging him while also answering the phone. “Hello?” you ask.

“Agent Hotchner’s calling you in.”

You press your nose to Spencer’s shoulder. “Okay. I have Dr. Reid with me too. Please stop calling, we’ll be there as soon as possible,” you say, flustered. You hang up quick.

Spencer pats your back with his fingers, palm flat to your shoulder, apparently the less gutted of the both of you at your missed moment. “Let me get you dressed, okay?” he says. “You’re too sulky. It wouldn’t have even been that good.”

“How rude.”

His teasing continues. “I’m serious. I haven’t been with anyone since that girl in Vegas–”

“What girl in Vegas?”

“–and anyways,” he says, tilting your head back, his smile both playful and adoring at once, “you shouldn’t have been on top.”

“Spencer,” you laugh, pressing your hand to your eyes.

“I have a head full of statistics on female pleasure and I don’t need them to know you should be laying down when we–”

You kiss him. “That’s enough,” you say, pressing the tips of your noses together. “I get the picture.” Your arm curled around his neck feels right, and you’re heartbroken to let it slink back to your side, but you do. “I love you. I wish we’d chosen different careers.”

“I love you, too, but I don’t. Then we never would’ve met,” he says simply.

You let out a happy breath. “I guess not.”

Spencer hoists you off of his lap in an impressive show of strength, but then he dumps you in the mess of sheets, which is less lovely. “What do you want to wear?” he asks, springing up, heading straight for his closet. “I pressed your pinstriped dress yesterday, that would look cute with your stockings. And you won’t need a jacket, it’s hotter out there than it is in here. Why are you looking at me like that? We literally don’t have time for this.”

You love him. You’re gonna rock his world when you get home. “The dress is fine.” You put your arms up in the air. “I’m waiting. And look! We’re half undressed already. How convenient.”

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ohproserpine · 4 months

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for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

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