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bowandcurtsey · 6 months

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Happy birthday, Kuroo Tetsuro

Just a little somethin' for my husbando, some random hcs

Kuroo Tetsuro x f! reader tw: spicy and smutty, minors dni, just an indulgence post :3

[ when he accidentally sees your lingerie]

You both were still dating and stuff y'know, you haven't gone past anything more than making out.

But he was here to pick you up and you just felt that the dress you were wearing, ain't right. So you decided to change.

He didn't do it on purpose, he swore. he was just going to the toilet which happened to be near your bedroom, and your door was slightly ajar.. and there was a mirror and he saw you.

In a sexy lace black matching underwear and bra. He quickly went into the toilet, wondering to himself why is this toilet so god damn hot. His face was red all the way to the tip of his ears.

He closed his eyes, but the image couldn't get out of his brain. God damn did you look so divine.

He looked at you the entire night, boy you looked beautiful in that satin dress but the thought of you showing you that lingerie in full glory was just.. too much.

He swore he shouldn't be like this, he should be respecting you and this date, but he knew that if he saw another glimpse of that lingerie again that night, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He spent the whole evening trying his best to focus on the conversation you were having... to the food that you were eating.. then on your beautiful face... how you would look like when you were moaning- Kuroo had to mentally slap himself every time.

He excused himself when he felt his semi erected dick straining against his zippers.

There, in the cubicle, he fucked his fist to the thought of you in that sexy black lingerie, riding him, moaning and crying out his name.

He sent you to your doorstep after your dinner, just like the cute gentleman he has always been. He always gives you his signature lazy smile before he pecks you on your cheeks and forehead.

"Would you like to come in, Tetsu?" you shyly asked, "you drove a distance today, maybe you need some rest before you drive home?"

It was all bullshit on your end, the moment your hot boyfriend stepped into the door you guys were making out ferociously; your fingers tangled in his raven hair and his arms pulling you closer and closer to him.

You pulled away at some point and took a step back. your eyes never leaving his. you slowly pulled your zipper down, and your satin dress fell to the floor.

And there he saw it. The black lingerie he caught a glimpse of from the corner of his eyes earlier this evening. It looked even better in full view. The way it wrapped around your body, covering barely the important parts, but enough for him to have his eyes glued to you, his ear tips reddening again for the second time of the night.

"You are a goddess..." he muttered under his breath, so softly and yet enough for you to hear.

You took a step closer, unbuckling his belt and releasing his manhood, fully erected. You looked at it, it was longer than you expected, with a nice curve to it.

You hands tried to wrap around it like you were in a clay moulding session, so gently yet firmly at the same time. The sensation of your fingers made Kuroo hiss.

"Are you sure?" he looked up at you from under those notorious fringe.

You nodded, pulling yourself in to kiss him on the lips, "I prepared this outfit for you, do you like it?"

In a swift move you were pulled up, your legs wrapped around his waist, his penis hard against your open crotch, "you have no idea how much i love it, baby."

By the end of the night, you had no idea how many times you came, you had cummed in every part of the house, you were breathless in your own bed (finally), your face stained with sweat and tears, you barely felt your legs as his cum was leaking down your sore thighs.

Your cunt was filled to the brim with a mixture of your and his fluid, and you were just a fucked out mess, but your lingerie was still on you, albeit your boobs were hanging out from your bra and your panty was half on.

Kuroo looked over at you, thinking about how you looked with your lingerie on and how you looked right now, he loved both the image so much he knew he would never forget this day for as long as he lived.

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karniss-bg3 · 7 months

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Thank you so much for fulfilling my request! It was so well written, I've already reread it a few times today lol. I imagine a followup writing request to that (if you wanted to) could be a lovely comfort time of Tav patching up Kar'niss in the morning after they both get some well deserved rest. Thanks again!

[Part 2 of this post.]

[Music]

The melodic chirping of birds filtered into Tav’s ears, morning breaking over the encampment. They could feel the pulse of a headache coming on after an uneasy night of rest. The events of the prior evening were still fresh in their mind playing over and over on a loop. Their eyes opened, staring at the ceiling of their tent, pondering what steps to take next. The first priority was to make sure Kar’niss was still doing well and after that play it by ear.

They rose from their bed roll and exited the tent, stumbling into the sunlight which assaulted their eyes making them burn. Nearby their companions had gathered around the camp fire to sort out breakfast, preparing for the long road ahead. Kar’niss was not among them. Tav frowned and wandered over to the edge of camp, spotting the boulder they’d left Kar’niss sleeping on the night before. His perch had been abandoned, streaks of dried blood peppered over the uneven surface. The blanket and pillow had also been left behind in a haphazard pile suggesting Kar’niss had moved sometime recently.

“Did anyone see where Kar’niss went?” Tav asked.

“Yes,” Laezel replied. “The spider-kin stirred just before dawn and retreated into the forest. I did not give chase, he did not seem to require aid.”

Tav rubbed the back of their neck, a slow exhale soon following. “Thank you. Give me a few moments, I want to check on him.”

Tav went to work. First, they retrieved a bucket and filled it to the brim with water from the nearby river. Then they collected medical supplies, a cloth, and their flute, placing them in their pack. Once the satchel was hoisted over their shoulder they lifted the bucket by the rope handle and wandered into the treeline after the drider.

They wouldn’t need to search long especially with the light of day keeping the area moderately lit. They came across a massive nest of webbing spanning across several trees, an intricate weave of thick silk lines that made a wall of white just ahead of them. Nearby Tav could see a deer carcass, it’s body drained of it’s fluids to the point it’s flesh wrinkled and caved in on itself. At least he’d been fed, Tav thought. They placed the bucket down and peered up into the branches in search of their quarry, squinting when rays of sun pierced their retinas from time to time. That was when they spotted it. A round dome of webbing stretched over heavy branches formed a cocoon-like dome with a single entrance near the tree itself. While Tav couldn’t see Kar’niss directly they did spy the very tip of his legs poking out of the doorway, suggesting he had nestled himself tightly into the space in an effort to hide and protect himself.

What concerned them were the noises they heard, quiet but audible. A low, thrumming click generated by Kar’niss’ throat suggested he was in pain. It was akin to a steady purr but by no means positive in pitch.

“Kar’niss? It’s Tav. Are you alright?”

They could hear shuffling from above, the drider seemingly backing up more into their nest. “Go away,” he hissed in frustration.

Tav frowned at his dismissal, their arms moving to cross over their chest. They began to tap their foot as their lips pressed into a thin line. “I can’t help you if you’re up there and I am down here. Please?”

Kar’niss didn’t respond, retreating deeper into his webbing. Tav took in a steady breath while rubbing over one of their arms. They wandered over to the tree, reaching out to feather their fingertips over the web, admiring how sticky and soft the adhesive silk was. They turned around and leaned back against the exposed portion of the tree, their shoulders taking on a slump while their mind was hard at work on a solution. Several moments of silence passed, the quiet drifting breeze mingled with Kar’niss’ labored breathing the only sound to be heard. Tav closed their eyes and exhaled firmly.

“I know you’re afraid. If you want to know the twisted truth of it, we all are. Everyone here has something to lose, or something they are running from. They put on a brave face because they have to, it’s the only thing keeping them from falling apart. But most importantly, none of us would’ve been able to make this journey alone. We may not always agree or get along but we are all working toward the same goal; Freedom.” Tav rubbed at their weary eyes, their palms sliding across their face until their fingertips coiled against the tip of their chin. “I don’t know everything that has happened to you but the thing is I don’t need to. I can tell you’ve endured endless horrors, seen things you wish you hadn’t, suffered unspeakable torture. You don’t have to suffer your burdens alone, Kar’niss. Not anymore. If you’ll let me I can help you but I can’t do that if you hide from me. I gain nothing by hurting you.”

Tav could hear some light movement above them but they opted not to look up to avoid spooking the uneasy drider. “At least come down and let me clean the blood off, patch up the worst of the wounds. That way you can heal and regain your strength.” They’d pause, their gaze dropping to the matted grass beneath their feet. “If I wanted you dead I had the perfect opportunity to make that happen last night. You were vulnerable, unhinged, distracted. I didn’t hurt you though, did I?”

Kar’niss’ front legs jutted from the doorway of the cocoon, his head peeking out to peer down at Tav. “No,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

Tav turned around to peer up at him, finally able to see the one he’d grown familiar with along their journey. “Then I think you owe me at least this much. Come down.” They lifted an arm and extended their hand in Kar’niss’ direction.

He eyed the hand with an air of skepticism, mulling over all that had been said. Eventually he crawled his way out of the elevated burrow, climbing his way down the tree. Tav stepped back to make room, able to finally assess the damage up close. Kar’niss was battered and bruised, particularly his face. His rounded abdomen at the back had a crack in the chitin from where he forcefully backed into a tree. Dried blood was caked in his hair while red splotches were present over his face and chest. Tav looked over his body and scowled in concern.

“Lower your body down so I can reach, please.”

The drider hesitantly complied, their long legs curled into sharp points at the joints either side of him. Tav retrieved the cloth and dipped it into the water bucket, wringing it out before returning to him. “This may sting a little but it is only temporary.” Tav cupped Kar’niss’ chin with one hand while the other guided the moist cloth over his face to clean away the blood smears. He flinched in response actively leaning away out of instinct but Tav did not chide him for this. Instead they waited for him to calm so they could resume.

“We do not understand why you do this for us,” Kar’niss said. His eyes watched Tav’s face as if expecting deception in their reply.

Tav hummed in thought while cleaning off his face. “Because I want to. But if you require something with more depth, I do this because I’m betting no one else ever has. It’s really no bother to me if that is your worry. Everyone deserves positive attention, yourself included.”

He blinked, perplexed by the reply. He didn’t seem to understand the statement or at the very least had a hard time accepting it. “We find this behavior strange. But if it appeases you then do what you must.”

Tav chuckled and looked up at him. “It does appease me. Now hold still please.”

They finished cleaning off his face which revealed the half healed claw marks etched across his face. Tav retrieved a bottle of salve, uncorking the cap in order to apply the white paste over the scratch marks etched into his cheeks.

“How long did it take you to build all of this webbing?” Tav asked.

“A few hours,” Kar’niss murmured. He squirmed a little as the salve was applied but did his best to stay still. “It is fortunate there are many trees so close together. It makes weaving less complicated.”

Tav smiled. “It’s beautiful work, I must admit. Intimidating, but beautiful all the same.”

“Those caught in it would not agree,” Kar’niss said.

“I suppose not. I am glad I am not one of them.”

Once satisfied his facial wounds were treated, they moved around to inspect the crack in the chitin over the spider abdomen. They ran their fingers over the hardened surface, able to feel how rough and bumpy the texture was. In truth it was fascinating to them but they didn’t want to gawk.

“Leave it,” Kar’niss said. “It will close in its own time.”

They heard what he said but still found themselves gently petting over the curvature along the surface, feeling every imperfection along the way. They leaned over to peer curiously at his spinnerets which were barely visible beneath the stinger on his tail end.

“Amazing,” they whispered.

Kar’niss’ backside wiggled and his legs shuffled beneath him. “Stop staring.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. I’m just a bit curious I suppose. I’ve never seen someone like you before.”

The drider grunted and crab walked to the side, his arms crossed over his chest. “We are an abomination. We are drider.” His tone was stiff and irritated, averting his eyes from Tav completely.

The adventurer chuckled and stepped in front of him, seeking to find his gaze and meet it. “You are a drider, but you are no abomination. If I’m lucky someday you might deign me with a tour of your branch burrow. It looks cozy.”

Kar’niss tipped his head to the side with a hint of confusion, his nostrils flaring in a sharp exhale. “Perhaps…”

“Mm I will need to clean out your hair but I will do so once the salve has set. For now I think you’re in better shape and that is a relief. Thank you for allowing me to help.” Tav paused as a thought dawned on them. “One more thing. If...you start to hear those voices again and they become too much, seek me out. Night or day it doesn’t matter. We might have a chance to cut them off at the pass before you seek to harm yourself. I’d rather try than just stand by and let it happen. Does that sound good?”

Kar’niss rubbed at one of his arms, his pedipalps pulled taut against his lower half. “Yes...we can agree to this.”

“Good, I’m grateful. Now get some rest. If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”

Tav picked up the bucket, the water within a murky color from the dried blood and dirt. At least Kar’niss looked far better than when Tav found them and his pained purring had ceased. They left the area to return Kar’niss’ solitude to him, leaving the drider alone to think. He scaled the tree and returned to his silken cocoon, crawling inside to get comfortable. He reached up and touched over the sticky salve on his face, noticing how it reduced the burn of the scratch marks and brought him some ease. He thought over everything Tav said and a lot of it stuck out. But when he thought about it deeper he realized they were right. No one had ever done this for him before. Not in the Underdark, not in Moonrise, no where. What did this mean?

It left him with a whole host of feelings he didn’t understand or know how to process. Did this mean he could trust Tav? Had he finally found a place where abuse and belittling wouldn’t strike from around every corner? Experience told him that it was all a ruse, a falsehood surely to be revealed in time. Yet for the first time he could recall a new voice was starting to form in his mind. Not one born of Lolth’s cruelty nor of the Absolute’s control. This was different, new, and it was saying something he didn’t expect.

Do something for Tav.

His eyes widened, startled. Repaying a kindness? It was a novel concept and one he didn’t consider before. Perhaps because kindness was a word foreign to him, much less being on the receiving end. It begged the question, what could he possibly do in return? He had nothing of value and most of his talents were based on combat. Most, but not all. He took in a sharp breath, a eureka moment hitting him, nodding to affirm his decision to himself. He would do it.

The day wore on and Tav had left with Astarion, Wyll and Shadowheart to scout ahead. They ran into a few battles along the way but managed to return to camp in the evening with little injuries to report. Gale went to work starting dinner while the others gathered around to compare the loot they’d obtained, the atmosphere generally upbeat which was a nice change of pace.

Tav wandered over to their tent to change out of their dirty clothes, looking forward to relaxing after an exhausting day. Yet when they slid inside they noticed something unusual resting on their pillow. Upon closer inspection it looked almost like a doll but woven in a strange way. They picked it up to get a better look, noticing the material used was sticky to the touch. Was this...webbing? The item had two outstretched arms and two legs, similar to a gingerbread man in shape. Sticks were used as a skeleton underneath the weave so it maintained its shape, the web tightly wound around and around until it formed a solid base. Leaves and grass were glued on to represent clothes with two tiny pebbles squished into the head to form eyes. It was then that Tav realized this was meant to represent themselves. Not a perfect likeness but damn close for the limited resources the maker had to work with. Tav’s lower lip quivered once the realization hit, their heart squeezing within their chest. They sat cross-legged on their bed roll and smiled, bringing the make-shift doll to their chest so they could hug it close. It was the greatest gift they could’ve ever received, especially knowing where it came from. They didn’t move from that spot, hoarding the gift as if it were the most grand treasure known to man.

“Thank you, my dear Kar’niss.”

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #bg3 fanfic #kar'niss fanfic #kar'niss x tav #gender-neutral tav #I'm glad you liked it #I enjoyed writing it

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selarina · 10 months

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Ghosts in Love

-> Kageyama Tobio x Reader (ft. Suna Rintaro x Reader)

Chapter 2: Ill-Fitted Bonds

Summary: Amidst shared streets and familiar alleys, chance encounters with your ex at grocery stores or parks evolve into shopping together and sharing park benches.

Loosely inspired by the poem "Ghosts in Love" by Carl Sandburg

Content Warnings: post-breakup, childhood friends, pining, fluff, hurt/comfort, love triangle, implied sexual content, angst, eventual smut

Word Count: 1.9k words

Taglist: Open

Author's Note: I apologize...BUT who’s side are you on? I need to know

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You don’t see Suna Rintaro for another 4 months, and you think he may have really taken you up on the offer to move. But you think you know him enough to know he would not put in the extra effort to do all that. He may simply be avoiding you, and for once, you find yourself thanking him for it.

You do see him on social media though, just the brief updates on his matches, and the occasional less-than-welcome selfies. Less than welcome because they make room for themselves in your head sometimes, not leaving for days on end. But it’s been 4 months and you realize today that you haven’t opened to check his account in two months. You smile, sipping on your tea. The taste is a bit more bitter than usual, but you kinda like it today.

Your phone rings, and you put down the tea, a bit of it falling to the tip of your thumb. You hiss, as you reach for your phone, sliding and answering it.

“Hey,” you answer. “Are you ready yet?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way,” he says, sounding out of breath yet somehow still yawning.

“Are you really, Tobio?” You ask, already aware as you deadpan.

“Okay, I haven’t left yet but I’m leaving soon, okay? I’m sorry — the alarm.” You fight the urge to groan but his voice comes out again, a little sheepish and a little ashamed, “I slept through it.”

“It’s okay,” you’re quick to reassure him because it really is, you haven’t got much to do today. “Call me when you leave, and I’ll leave too, okay?”

“Okay, thank you. Leaving soon,” he says.

You cut the call, and decide to book a cab to the cafe, deciding on waiting there for him to come. You wanted to finish your tea, and finish this crossword anyway, you think.

—

The crowd bustles a bit loudly for your liking, it’s usually that the cafe provides a sort of white noise effect wherein the voices get unanimous at some point, blurring things out for you to focus but it’s not working today. You groan, but dissolve into a smile, when you catch Tobio coming your way.

“Hi,” you say, going up to him and engulfing him in a hug. Per usual, he smells good, a bit like bergamot twined with notes of cedar.

“You smell good,” you say, allowing yourself to rest your head on his shoulders for a moment.

“You always say that,” his voice reverberates through his body, and you can feel it against your own.

You pull away, smiling, “Well, you always smell good.” You smooth down your clothes as you sit down. “I ordered your usual, it should be done soon,” you add.

“Thank you,” he says, sitting stiffly, but a bit slouched.

“You’ve been sleeping in a lot lately,” you say, referring to not only today’s delay but yesterday’s and the day before that, and the entire week before that.

“I don’t know I’ve got myself into a cycle, and I can no longer sleep on time,” he sulks, pouting very visibly. You feel the urge to pinch his cheeks, but you fight it. “It’s annoying.”

“Ah, is it because of that one day you stayed up?”

“Yeah,” he replies, “I should never have done that,” he mutters.

“It’s not that hard to fix,” you say, and he perks up just a bit.

“And?” He asks, a bit impatient as he’s suddenly pulling in closer to you.

“Just tire yourself out, and you’ll sleep soon as you hit your bed,” you say.

“Guess I’ll gym a bit harder?” He says.

You frown, raise your brows, and clear your throat. “Or we could go out?”

He looks at you, a bit studded, but not entirely shocked. “Okay,” he responds.

“What?” You ask, startling him a bit with your loudness. You turn to the lady sitting behind you, “I’m so sorry. Yes, I know. I’m sorry. Of course.”

You turn back to face him, raising your brows. “What? I’ve been meaning to ask anyway,” he says.

—

You find yourself walking hand in hand with Tobio, into the restaurant. You’re not sure how this will tire him out into sleeping in early, but you do suppose it was merely an excuse to ask him out on your part. Why he’s agreeing to this is beyond you, but you walk beside him as though it isn’t.

You’ve known Tobio for almost his entire life — sometimes distantly, sometimes closely. It changes on and on over time, but you remember always thinking of him as someone you would want to be. Chasing his dreams with endless fervor, how he was at playing ball, even when you were all merely 4 years old with no real concept of winning or losing. It was and is rather inspirational, moderation notwithstanding. But it’s rarely easy to be around him without feeling like you’re wearing ill-fitted clothes all the time.

“It’s under Kageyama Tobio,” he says. “Of course, sir.” The uniformed man smiles warmly at him and turns to smile at you. You mirror him stiffly, almost like a well-practiced routine. “Right this way, please.”

Tobio smiles, his hand coming to squeeze yours before he pulls you to walk in tandem with him as the two of you follow the host, and that’s more than enough to break you out of your stupor.

You haven’t noticed it but Tobio Kageyama is unlike you, as you’ve mentioned but he is also very much like you. He walks stiffly like he doesn’t necessarily belong in this restaurant like you’re his only tether to this place as he tightly grasps your hand. You suppose it’s why he’s the only childhood friend you have retained. The thing about wearing ill-fitted clothes though, is very much who he is sometimes. In whispered conversations on his balcony, he tells you this, bears his heart out, and you find that you had misunderstood, or just half-understood him. And since that day, you’ve kept each other at arm's length.

You joke that he’s afraid you’re going tell people about all his vulnerabilities and that is the sole reason why he keeps you close. He jokes about the same. But you think what you’ve come to find is an attachment of some sort. You smile.

Contrastingly, when the host asks a myriad of questions about preferences and allergies, he answers deftly, like a well-oiled machine, oozing confidence, and a little charm as he chuckles, a chuckle that reverberates deeply within you. You hold your breath, as he gently pulls your chair out, takes your coat, and helps you place it neatly behind your chair, pushing your chair, before he goes on to sit opposite you.

The restaurant is big, but the tables are small. More intimate you suppose, his face is only a feet away.

“So,” you drawl. “Is this where you charm all your dates Kageyama Tobio?” You smirk, “Pretty neat, I must say.”

“Stop,” he softly blushes. You smirk harder. “Charm? Are you stupid?”

Your raise your brows, as he continues, “I can’t charm…” He looks away.

“Hm? I think the list of very beautiful and talented women you’ve dated suggests otherwise,” you smile. It’s not hard to figure out a public figure’s dating history, you’re not sure how much of these are true but you would tease him regardless.

“Well, that’s only because I’m good-looking,” he says with a hard pause. It comes off cocky, but you smile you know him, and because he states more like an observation. A fact, one you can’t help but find yourself agreeing with as the night passes. “I mean, t—that’s what I’ve been told.” He blushes harder, and you almost want to make it all stop, but he’s just so cute like this.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop,” you chuckle. He stares blankly as you continue to ease into a smile.

“You like the place?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s really nice. Very…” You look up from the menu to see he’s looking at you intently, the soft yellow from the candle hitting light onto his ocean-blue eyes. “Intimate.”

His brows raise, just barely, you think you should change the topic. “Have you been here before?”

“Uh, yeah. I come here alone, sometimes the team comes too.” He says, his eyes flitting down to the menu again, flipping the page. “But also, with Miwa whenever she’s in the city. She really likes this place,” he adds.

“Ah?”

“Yeah, a celebrity once showed up at the same time we were here, and ever since then — she always drags me here hoping someone will show,” he looks up, his face comically blank.

You smile. She would do that, wouldn’t she? It’s been so long since you’ve met his sister, you remember only being able to stand her before you started to understand how Tobio really worked, you think maybe without her you wouldn’t be here with Tobio.

“Tell her I said hello,” you say as you beckon the waiter, seeing that you’re both ready to say your orders.

—

You both start walking out of the restaurant, with your coat snugly wrapped around you by Tobio, you stroll out just as you had entered the establishment, hand-in-hand.

“The food was so good,” you say. “Very filling. I can definitely see why after practice version of you loves showing up here.”

He doesn’t say anything, simply walking in step with you, a beat later and you’re both waiting for his car. Your hand comes up to loop through his bicep, using him as you place weight onto him. He remains barely fazed. You’re tired, and you’re about to entirely lean on him as you notice him. His hands are pocked in his pants pockets as he talks to a couple of people around him,

Your eyes flit back to him as his hair sweeps across his face with the night. He’s cut his hair, and you have to say he looks better than he did during your very last encounter. You feel better somehow. He appears to chuckle mutedly at something his friends have said and you can almost hear him chuckle, right up from behind you, right into your ears, as his hands begin wandering all over your body. You hold your breath, sweeping that thought away.

He turns just in time, his eyes falling onto your face as his eyebrows twitch in recognition. You let go of your breath, but you’re not sure what you should ideally do. Raise your hand, and wave at him. And then you realize your hands are looped through Kageyama’s.

Oh.

You stare at him, as he smiles. There isn’t a hint of emotion on his face that suggests anything but you feel guilty for some reason. It doesn’t last long because a lady in a purple dress — attractive, swoops through breaking both of your eye lines. She falls, as he reaches quickly to hold her by her waist. She swoops her hand through and over his neck, and that’s all you see before you force yourself to look away.

“That was him?” Kageyama’s soft voice comes from right beside you in a hushed voice, like he’s almost telling you it’s okay if you don’t want to tell him. You can blame it on the night air eating his question away. “Suna Rintaro, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you admit, feeling guilt all over. It’s okay, you think but it’s only that you’re not sure what exactly it is that you’re feeling guilty over.

Your car swoops through right in front of you, your coat rising, as Kageyama notices, and placates it with his hand. “You okay just leaving?” He asks.

“Yeah, just take me home.”

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗯𝗼𝘆!𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 😼🐾

Art by me!

► What if Napoleon was a catboy? Nyapoleon, if you will? Well here are some headcanons...! I originally wrote these a loong time ago but lost motivation, promised myself to post them for cat's day (02/22). Hope you enjoy! If when you're done reading those some other headcanon comes to mind...I'd be more than happy to see... 👉👈

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC • rating: G • wordcount: 1,015 • masterlist

What if Napoleon rose from the dead, not ONLY as a demi-vampire…but also as a demi-cat catboy, as well?

Aside from the pointy fangs in his mouth, Napoleon finds additional inhuman traits on his new body…

A svelte, tar-black tail, fur short and velvety to the touch, curls in the form of a question mark as he stares at the mirror - similarly, a pair of cat ears point sharply upwards in attention.

What were you expecting, of course Catboy Napo has little tuffs of white hair at the tips of his ears! It matches his hairstyle!

Touching them in curiosity with half-folded fist, Napoleon inspects them as they give a small twitch. This is new…

He thinks it's just that. Just like how his bloodthirst hasn't kicked in, hence him being a demi-vampire, maybe his cat traits are, too, just for decoration. Wrong!

There is a rumor among the mansion residents that his eyes appear to "glow" in the dark, reflecting light just as any cat's can do…

Why do you think he loves the garret so much? The little room situated in the attic is perfect for him: the alcove is a high spot with limited room, big enough just for him to curl up and have a nap there.

The reason why he sleeps in so late is because he loves the quiet hours of the night when even the merriest of the residents go to sleep.

He feels more energetic during the night, which works perfectly with him as he frequently takes gigs as a bodyguard at balls around Paris.

Comte's mansion is full of expensive decorations and antics with rich history just like himself, if not older than him. It's a shame when he accidentally knocked off an ornate vase once, breaking it into dozens of pieces. Who placed it so close to the edge of the table, anyway? And worse: why did it feel good to knock it off?

Having acquired a tail, Napoleon is suddenly provided with extra balance that comes in handy in his sparring sessions. That makes him a tough opponent for Jean, but it's also making his fellow soldier less warry of hurting him.

Cats love horses, Napo loves horses.

The mansion's oh-so-thoughtful butler, Sebastian, has a whole section of his diary dedicated to Napoleon's catboy-ness, frequently sharing the little things he learns about the former emperor with the man himself, ready to help him in his journey of exploring his new body. One of the pages begins with, "Today Monsieur Napoleon hissed at me as I tried to wake him up."

He actually comes to you if you minou-minou-minou at him! (french for ps-ps-ps)

His favorite food is crepes, right? Why? Because it often has whipped cream in it? His diet suddenly involves a lot of dairy products among other foods that would suit a feline's palate.

The course of his days changes as a girl enters through the door, all the way from the 21st century. Being made her personal bodyguard led to an adventure involving lots of both bickering and laugher… and love.

MC's scream fills the entire mansion one morning as she finds a catboy curled up at the feet of her bed. A freshly slapped-across-the-face, tail-between-his-legs Napoleon pouts, ears flopping on his sidies. "Your bed shouldn't be so comfortable if you don't want me sleeping in it, Nunuche."

With MC's arrival , Napoleon's world is turned upside down yet again. Having come to terms with his new body only somewhat, falling inlove with a human girl reminded him of how unhuman he was now. Fortunately, love turned out stronger than even his stubbornness, and despite, ermmm, certain events that took place soon after, it all turned out good for them in the end.

That same sequence of events saw him becoming a full-fledged lesser vampire… but what about his other nature?

His instincts unfurled tenfold. Sharper senses now see him recognizing MC's steps with crazy accuracy, enough to tell when she returns home from her shopping trips… in addition, he's ready to welcome her at the door with remarkable speed as well, as result of his body being flexible and sturdy.

It's a show of affection towards the person you love if you suddenly want to nuzzle against them! It totally has nothing to do with being a catboy, and that's totally not Napoleon being in denial.

And MC doesn't find it odd or anything, oh no. She's lucky to have such a cute chaton all to herself, she wonders what would happen if she gives him some pets…?

Purring. Purring happens.

The first time it's devastating for Napoleon. He's flushed silly at the bizarre low sound escaping his throat uncontrollably. It's embarrassing. He doesn't know how to stop it, and worse of all, he wants more. He feels fully at ease when she pets him, when he's in her company, when he receives her love… if he could play cool and save his skipping heartbeat to himself up until now, from hereon there is evidence of his being utterly down bad for MC.

He obediently lays his head on her lap for more pets. Just experimentally, until he has this purring business figured out. She finds it adorable: he loves making her happy; it feels good; he starts to give in… soon he's cheeky about it.

"I only purr like that for you, Nunuche… you make me feel so comfortable. Don't stop. Let me lay on your lap all afternoon."

Sunbaths? Sunbaths. He knows a spot. *takes MC to that one field*

Just a lot of napping on her, everywhere, even during her chores…

Cue MC having a lot of those "help I can't stand up ever again, nope" moments

To sum it up: Napoleon as a catboy is loving, sleepy, curious, slick and flexible, cheeky and wanting to be pet constantly, purring loudly… What is there not to love?

Taglist: @arsnovacadenza @ale-teodora @kimi00twin @otomelady @privilegedpancake @g-kleran @pumpumnnnp @thesirenwashere @ravenarld @kimmy-banana @devonares @animeworldsposts @randomanimatedhusbandoseeker @galaxyprison @sadshaxk @starshards26 @pro-cat-stination @acethephoenix256 @ikevamp-shrine-2 @nad-zeta @crystal13unny @keen19thcenturygoatsstudent @lordsister @ikemen-banshou @themysticalbeing @canaria-blackwell @otome-scribbles @rhodolitesrose @coornn @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @kisara-16 @chaosangel767 @ikemenlibrary @queengiuliettafirstlady @aurora-morning @aquagirl1978 @ikemenlover24 @violettduchess @mcofthemansion @tiny-wooden-robot @joy-the-reader @katriniac @ikemen-writer @tele86 @cilokgoang Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged!

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire napoleon bonaparte #ikemen napoleon #ikevam napoleon #ikevamp headcanons #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen series #ikeseries #cybird

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polyghostfacehours · 2 years

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i’m so happy to meet people who like this AND are active you make my day also stu and billy showing randy how to fuck by fucking reader in front of him just a thought just a little request love u

HAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA LOL. Wasn't planning on posting a drabble today, but I couldn't resist. Hope you like!

TW: NSFW. GN!afab!Reader. Cucking. Stu being a douche lol. "Teahing" in quotations.

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Lesson Plans - Stu Macher x GN!afab!Reader. Implied Randy Meeks x GN!afab!Reader

Randy felt like his world was simultaneously ending and opening up to him at once.

Watching this, watching you, watching Stu... it all felt like trying to focus on a fixed point in the distance while fireworks exploded around him. He couldn't get harder if he tried, and it's a realization that had him cursing under his breath in both arousal and shame.

"Fuuuck dude. I had no idea you were squandering this kinda blessing, man." Stu half gasped, half laughed as he continued rutting into your trembling frame.

You look up at him, eyes barely focusing and tongue practically lolling out, before you lock onto his blown-out blues. The grin he shoots back down at you has you shivering. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

"This is supposed to be a lesson Stu-pid." Randy gritted out, the sudden sound of his voice earning back your attention. Stu chuckles and gives a particularly deep thrust that had you gasping out.

"Yeah, yeah I know, man. But, like, it's just-" He catches his bottom lip on his canine as his pace picks up, his eyes not leaving you for a second. "How do I teach you to be a good lay? Just eat 'em out, let 'em cum, put it in, find the angle - BAM!" He punctuates the last expletive with a well-angled thrust, his left leg lifting up to plant his foot on the bed to lean into you to drive home. "Waterworks!" he chuckles.

If those words had come from any other frat-boy, surfer dude wannabe you'd be rolling your eyes straight into your skull. Yet, despite the clear clown genes jumping out, you had to admit, Stu did know what he was doing.

"Hey!" Randy barked out, shifting and sitting up in his chair. "This isn't a free fuck session dork. Show me what you're doing." Randy's mounting frustration at Stu's clear apathy towards his end of the "deal" was showing, so you decide to shift your body towards your beau, moving your hands down to rub at your engorged clit.

"H-here. This is the angle R-R-Randy!" You practically pant like a dog as you try and give him a good view of the position you and Stu are in. Stu ignores this clear play at you re-including Randy and cuts in obnoxiously.

"Oh fuuuck yeah, baby. Love when you touch yourself. Love seeing that and feelin' you clench. How 'bout...this!"

Stu adjusted himself once again, somehow hitting your swollen insides at an even better angle than before. Over and over pleasure wracks your body. But the real boon was Stu's large hand slapping your own hand away as he took over rubbing your clit, nearly mimicking your movements from earlier to a T. It felt amazing. You could say a lot about Stu, but he was surprisingly observant.

"This is how ya do it Rand." The blond's voice dips down a few octaves, sounding almost gravelly or predatory, and you gulp when you realize he still had his eyes locked on your face as he says it.

Your head falls back, and you're unable to even look at Randy anymore. Shame would've crept up on you if you weren't six seconds from tipping over the edge and cumming around Stu's large pistoning cock. When you do hit your end, what comes out of your mouth is a warped portmanteau of their names, something you know Randy would pay you back for deliciously tenfold later.

Your head lolls over tiredly, looking over towards Randy as Stu pulls out and jerks himself on your stomach with a hiss and slew of compliments. To your surprise, Randy doesn't look nearly as mad as you thought he would. Maybe it was the white ribbons of cum coating his bare chest or the fucked out expression on his face that made him look less upset than he probably was.

You lock eyes with him. Stu's saying something, going on and on about how fucking hot you were and how you were tighter than any of his exes before yada yada. You weren't listening. Your focus was on your man, one who you knew would be more than eager to replicate Stu's technique later. You almost lick your lips at the thought.

"- oh and MAN, Billy would love ya Y/N. He thinks you're hot anyway. Hey Ray, we should totally get him in on-"

"NO."

#stu macher x reader #randy meeks x reader #stu macher #randy meeks #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #slasher imagines #you cant tell me Randy isnt into cucking okay #as long as its not Billy he's into it #he just pretends he's not #deal? what deal? that was a front for Ray to see his partner get fucked by another man lol

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ao3theskyisblue · 1 year

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WIP Friday+1

This was supposed to be a WIP Friday but I was on the train for most of it and only saw the wonderful @ravens-words tag today so let’s go with some weekend motivation 💪

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

These will be the titles instead of filenames cause I just have one big word doc with all the fics (which is super fun to navigate)

1. a thousand radiant suns (Tarlos)

2. Timeless Medley (Tarlos)

3. Sleight of Heart (Tarlos)

4. It Begins and Ends with You (Buddie)

5. Bon Appétit (Buddie)

Snippet from ‘a thousand radiant suns’ cause I keep telling myself to finish this but at this point these wip posts will have more than what I’ve written 😂😂:

“Hey stranger.”

TK jumps, his cart jostling at the movement, the jar of honey almost tipping over. He looks up with a pout to see Carlos grinning at him.

“Warn a guy,” TK huffs, poking at Carlos’ bicep. “How is it that you’re sometimes quieter than Buttercup? And he even walks with a collar.”

“Maybe that’s what’s missing.”

TK’s jaw slackens at Carlos’ insinuation, and he immediately places red tape across an image that definitely does not cross his mind because no, no, that is not what he meant.

“You’re terrible,” TK hisses, glancing around them for a potential audience but they’re currently the only ones in the aisle.

No pressure tagging @tawaifeddiediaz @kiras-sunshine @noxsoulmate @fortunatelydecaffeinateddinosaur

#wips #I started school again let's see how that pans for my writing xDD #a slice of my mind palace

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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💋 just all of our ships or how much you can do

*just doing two for tonight but please know i love all our pairs very much*

"Punch?? What on earth are you doing?" Carol was already a bit put out when Punch had canceled their plans to attend the campus festival that day, but decided to attend on her own. She was not expecting to see Punch already there, sitting at the counter of a kissing booth.

He shrunk down into his shoulders at the sound of her voice, and gave her an apologetic look. "I can explain. No, that'd take too long. Let me sum up. I had gotten into an argument with Azul at the last club meeting, and when I ran into him this morning, he reminded me about it, and there was a bet involved that I wound up losing? And, um." He spread his hands, indicating the kissing booth. "Somehow this wound up happening."

"You made a bet. With Azul Ashengrotto." Carol took off her glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of all the—"

Punch cut her off. "I know! It's dumb. But I'm stuck here for the duration, or at least until I can get ten kisses. That's when he'll stick one of the Leech fellas in here instead." He looked at her, miserable. "I haven't even gotten one customer, and we've been here two hours already..."

"Do they need to be separate customers?" Carol put her hand onto her bag, looking over the signs on the booth.

"He didn't say."

"Right. Okay, Punch. Let's get you out of here. And you'll owe me, understood?"

"Huh?" Punch looked confused.

Carol put her hands onto his, and smiled at him. "Ten kisses, coming right up. Prepare to meet your quota, Mister Carder."

"Oh." Punch grinned, his face going red. "I'll pay you back, and then some! I promise."

"Enough promising, more puckering. I want that date we were supposed to be having today!"

-/-/-

April was happy to get an invitation to the Night Raven College autumn festival, and since Joker had said she would be busy with club activities, she had invited her brother Julian to accompany her. They had spent a good part of their afternoon exploring the displays of a lot of the campus organizations, and had finally found the area where the Pop Music Club was supposed to have their performance.

The stage was set up, and instruments were placed, but no one was sitting near the performance area yet. All of the attention seemed to be directed at a little booth off to the side of the stage, where a small crowd had gathered. Curious, April and Julian joined the crowd, hoping to see what the fuss was about.

As they got closer, April noticed a sign posted above the booth. She squinted, not believing what it said. "What's this? 'Save time, get your kiss from a future star now'?" She looked at Julian, who shrugged and pointed at the booth.

Seated behind the counter, the pop music club members were happily signing photos of the group, posing for selfies, and...

April's jaw dropped. They were kissing the fans! She watched as Joker gave a tall fellow with bluish hair and mis-matched eyes like her own a kiss on the cheek followed by a headpat, and gave an indignant squeak.

She must have been louder than she thought she was, because Joker's head swiveled towards her. Joker smiled broadly; a different, softer one than she had been giving the fans, and she called out to her. "April!! You made it! Okay, folks, that's a VIP back there, that pretty girl; get her to the front of the line!"

April's face flushed as the pmc's fanclub opened a path for her, grumbling reluctantly. At Julian's urging, she walked stiffly over to the counter, where the tall boy tipped his hat at her with a wink before stepping over to the drummer, lips puckered. "What are you doing??" April whispered.

Joker jerked her thumb towards the boy on her right; the short one with the dark hair and unnaturally bright eyes. "Lilia's idea. Since we only had enough songs for one set, he said we needed another way to keep our visitors happy."

"By kissing everyone who asks?" April hissed with a stomp.

Joker holds up her hands. "I'm strictly cheeks, babe! All part of the rules we set up. I'm only giving real kisses to my VIPs."

April pouts. "And who's on that list??"

"You." Joker shrugged. "Oh, and that idol boy, Neige LeBlanche, just so I can say I did, but he ain't showing up here."

"Never say never, Jokerkins," the ginger guitarist said with a smirk. "He might be a big celeb, but he comes around every once in a while because he's pals with our local superstar, ya know?" He turns his attention back to the blonde in front of him. "Hello, back again? Haha!"

Joker blushes. "Anyway. Highly unlikely, at least. But still, I rigged it in your favor. Isn't that lucky?" She leans her chin on one hand. "What do ya say? Autograph, selfie, or smooch."

"...." April wasn't sure how to respond, and her blush intensified as she realized that the crowd around her was starting to stare at them.

Julian stuck his head over her shoulder, and looked Joker in the eye with a grin. "She'll take all three. Right, April?" And he pushed his sister towards Joker.

April made a garbled noise, which was quickly muffled as Joker landed a kiss right on her lips. She stepped back, dazed.

Joker gave her a grin. "I'll save some more for you for after the set. We'll be starting in twenty minutes, are you gonna stay to hear us?"

"Hlkaosnevh," April responded, just before she let her weak knees take over for her and she plopped down into one of the nearby chairs.

Joker looked at Julian, who shrugged. "She short-circuited, I guess. Yeah, we wanna hear you guys. That's why she dragged me along today, after all." He smirked. "Better be good, after all this."

"We gotta be worth all these smooches, I guess!" Joker laughed.

#twisted wonderland oc #punch carder #joker carder #friend's ocs #carol ann #april richter #and a surprise julian richter too #also yes i have punch quoting inigo montoya bc yes

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maladaptivewriter · 2 years

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The Enchantress Who Sold the World

A SlyvieXLoki Fanfic * This is not cannon to Marvel comics or MCU this is inspired by the Enchantress and Season 2 of Loki. Enjoy my time travel novella. I will be posting every Thursday a new chapter.

The Enchantress who sold the World.

Prologue:Let’s do the time Warp Again.

1975, Braxton Oklohama

Variants Records, Downtown Braxton.

Rhianna -played in the background as Sylvie arranged the brightly colored vinyl in order, everything had to be at least in order the store records were disorganized-yet again.

She sighed it was close to 7 and she had to get home to celebrate her older adopted brother’s acceptance into Stark Industries. He was going to be leaving for New York tomorrow. Sylvie would be lying if she didn’t feel a small pang of jealousy for her brother getting to finally get out of this small town, small minded place.They didn’t even appreciate anything remotely interesting.Her brother was no exception.Phil was such a square, and now he is going to the home of studio 54! Its NOT FAIR! She hissed to herself remembering the alphabet. It will have to do she had countless things to get done this evening and being here any longer. She rushed through her list before, she flipped the sign to closed.

She ran down Main Street seeing some of the familiar places of the homely sleepy town in the midwest the sweet smells of the ice cream and candy store, the bridal dress shop that hung beautiful dresses that shown like diamonds. Sylvie was greeted by several familiar people, everyone in town knew who she was. She was lost in thought when she was bumped almost off her feet by an older tall woman with long black hair, her eyes deep green and narrowed, she had on a black cloak and was dressed in all black to her stylish heeled boots.

“Beg yer pardon,” the woman said in an polite English accent, but gave her a curious stare then and took off.

Sylvie turned around watching the stranger try to blend into the background.

“Beatnik weirdo,” She muttered to herself when suddenly she heard a loud ringing and than a large BANG. It shook the whole Downtown.

A large group of soldiers in strange suits and helmets all of sudden swarmed the entire picturesque area. She heard someone say in a strange southern draw. Hunter-23 today is your Lucky day! We got two for the price of one! Two rogue Variants.

Sylvie trying to figure out what was going on when she found herself jumped by the English woman from earlier she seemed to teleport her to inside the ice cream store.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST-DID YOU-.” She stammered for a second never feeling the sensation to teleport to another place and about puked in the process. The woman led her through the families all eager for ice cream and treats to the back way towards an alley away from the men, she narrowed her forest green eyes on the very confused college student.

“OK CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON? IS IT THE RUSSIANS ARE YOU CIA?”

She heard her companion groan becoming more annoyed by the second. She turned around and faced her, “did you really come here Amora, to forget him was the spell cast not enough?” She pursed her lips in disgust and then gave a small taunting giggle.

“Did you think you could hide from them?You cruelly hid from him, with no care you forgot EVERYONE! Or even me your- only friend who you double crossed!”

Sylvie still confused by the whole thing barely noticed the flashes of green light that came from the woman as she pointed her palms at her.

“Hey wait a minute, who is Amora? I am Sylvie! Forget who?” Nothing made sense the woman was looking angrier by the second.

“ I am sorry I have never met you in my life.” Her voice shaking, who was this woman? Who was Amora? Who would she want to forget?

“We should have left you to rot in the TVA in that PRISON! !”She hissed her voice growing angrier as the womans energy became stronger.

A small crackling, with a glow of a small zap of energy came from her finger tips swirling a green light came from her hand, as she sent it shooting to her like a green fireball , the oddest thing happened instead of being hit by the ball or jumping out of the way. Sylvie’s eyes went from their sage aqua green to a cloudy white and sparks of, green and white bolted from her hands, the two fireballs fighting and crackling as they fought a tug of war. These new powers coming out of nowhere. Sylvie looked at her hands in complete confusion, as she felt the need to give one big push, throwing the woman into a brick wall.

Sylvie caught her breath for a moment when she ran to the now crumpled brick wall to see if the woman was gone? “How is this even happening? I did this what is happening to me?” She muttered to herself when she came face to face to one of the soldiers. Sylvie heard on their strange radios they called for someone called.

Hunter-23, we got one of the rogue Variants. Excellent work team. Lets take her back,another voice announced. We will find the other two soon! Jeez how many Loki’s are in this timeline? Another voice scowled with annoyance.Why Oklahoma? The hiss of the radio disappeared.

“Lokis?” What is a Loki? Do they think I am one of those things she looked up at the visored soldiers?” Her thoughts were gone when one of the Minutemen tossed a small floating ball that released a net covering Sylvie and knocking her down to the floor hard the gravel scratching her cheek.

“Owe!! Hey I think you totally got the wrong girl! I am Sylvie Lushton! I was adopted by the Lushtons when I was 12! Please!” They ignored her pleas, pulling her bound bundle up form.

One of the soldiers pulled Sylvie like a bundle over their back and with blink of an eye everything froze around her. Her bonds suddenly disappeared the solider let her down. She couldn’t even thank them, before the soldier transformed into a tall slim man, in a green suit with the most ridiculous horned helmet and sardonic smile graced his fair face. He had a large button on his lapel that said-Loki 4 President?

“Are you a Loki?” Sylvie looked at the man puzzled as if she knew him from somewhere? It was TV maybe a game show?This day was getting weirder by the second. “Am I a Loki? Oh darling, I am the best Loki! I am President Loki, well not yet but they will kneel” He turned to her dramatically. “In the voting boxes of course.” He winked, now about questions lets ask later, since I have suspended time from about 5 minutes, the Minutemen won’t know what hit them! I caught them at their own game.” His voice dripping with arrogance his eyes narrowed giving her a look. By the way though darling, don’t take this the wrong way, but you were quite the bird in your day, no wonder the younger fell so hard.” He laughed as he put his arm around Sylvie.

“Of course I fancy more redheads,myself? Funny doesn’t matter the Loki we still have differences in love and desires.” He gave her a devilish grin.”Oh well let us go.”

“What are you talking about? I am not going anywhere!”

She wanted to be free but it was as if she was being pulled like a magnet to the man and had no control as she followed him. He looked over to her and smiled. He waved his hand as she felt the freedom lift from her shoulders yet felt like a wall was in front of her she couldn’t go anywhere.

“Alright Sylvie Laufeydottir you got a lot of people looking for you, I will say this trick you did was a certain finesse. You enchanted that family making them think you were their adopted daughter? What is it with you people and families?” He groaned, Sylvie noticed he had something in his hand that zapped lines of electricity traced what appeared to be a door. He pulled the wall away from her but still had a pull on her. “I mean Sylvie you are an obsessed creature when you said, you would forget him you weren’t joking! I mean you enchanted the whole town? Variant records? So unoriginal!” He snickered, that whole town thing, beautifully done darling, I only heard of one other who could do that.Now lets talk about your powers in somewhere a little more private.”

He cracked his impish grin,before she could protest and pushed her into the glowing door with him behind her the door flashed and disappeared quietly into the newly pruned timeline.

#loki x sylvie #fanfic #pro sylki #sylvie #loki season 2 #lady loki #tom hiddleston #sylvie (marvel)#ke huy quan #mobius #writing #romance #lovedaggers #coming of age

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ghostselena · 2 years

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Oxytocin

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Needy and aching for some relief, you turn to Rafe, who is more than happy to help you with your problem

Warnings: Spit, Creampie (wrap it up), breeding kink, choking, just pure filth, so many other more dirty shit, 18+ [Slightly Edited] {THIS POST WAS FLAGGED BUT IT SURVIVED! ENJOY THIS SHIT CAUSE IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITES}

a/n: ;)) ahahahahahahahaha enjoy this one ;) [This has been in my drafts for almost 2 months oml]

You may not post or use this as your own anywhere.

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You groaned for the third time as you threw your phone next to you. You’ve been trying to find the perfect video to get yourself off for the past 25 minutes and to your dismay, there was zero hope of finding one you might like.

You lay in bed, contemplating what to do.

Call Jj? See what the gang is up to?

Maybe, your sneaky link who would be more than happy to help you?

Grabbing your phone, you press the familiar name and sent him a text, hoping he'd be willing to help you out.

‘Are you busy?’ You typed quickly with your thumbs, praying he’d see the message on time.

Not even 2 minutes later your phone is vibrating as he responds with a simple, ‘You know where to find me.’

It was your usual spot, hidden away from the public eye in the corner of a parking lot. The spot was covered by the dead light that no longer worked above the spot, giving you both all the privacy you could ever need.

There stood his truck parked in the corner, in all its glory.

Quickly trotting towards the door, you open it to be greeted by a grinning Rafe, who was wearing khakis shorts and a black polo.

Those damn shorts.

“Someone having trouble with their fingers?” He teased, leaning back against his seat before turning to face you, the air hitting his face and keeping him from melting at the sight of you.

You wore a simple loose dress, giving him the quick access that he needed.

But he wasn’t gonna give you what you wanted today like he usually did. No, he had a whole plan made up in his mind, a fantasy that’s been taunting him for the last few days.

“Oh, shut up.” You respond, closing the door behind you, leaning towards his face to press a soft kiss against his lips, which he happily returned, his hands wandering down to your ass to squeeze it tightly against his hands.

“Mhm, missed daddy that much, then?” His wandering hands slid your underwear to the side, his index finger sliding down your folds slowly, collecting your arousal, “All needy for my cock, huh sweetheart?” He whispered against your ear, your hands gripping onto his bicep as he finger-teased your entrance

“Rafe..” Your lips moaned against his ear, pushing back against his finger, hoping for some relief.

“Tsk tsk, not that easy today,” His tone warning you, sliding his hands to press you back into the seat.

You sat there confused, leaning back on your seat while you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

He stayed quiet and chuckled, "You see this?" he pointed down at a tent in his pants, his package poking painfully against the buttons, "He needs some love from you, don't you think?" grabbing the seats handle on the side, he pushed the seat back with his body, giving you better access to his angry member.

Without a word you leaned forward, your fingers holding onto the buttons as you unbutton his shorts, his body rising up to help you slide them down to his knees.

Not wanting to tease him you slipped his briefs down along with his pants, an angry cock head staring back at you. Swollen and red with pre-cum leaking from his tip. His hands wrapped themselves against your hair, gripping it tightly to get a better view of your face.

Your tongue pressed against his slit, earning a hiss from his mouth as he groaned. Not wanting to tease you wrapped your lips around his tip, sliding your head down as you took him down your throat, choking as you did so.

He was far too big for your mouth and he loved it. His hands pressed your head down as you moaned against his thick shaft, your hand cupping his balls as you held them, squeezing them softly.

"That mouth was made for my cock," he groaned, not wanting to keep his eyes off of you

You moaned against him in agreement, earning a pull against your hair, "Just like that pussy was made for me, that small hole of yours loves me."

His hand traveled to grab onto your dress, pulling it up to slide a finger down your folds and into your welcoming warm cavern.

He pumped his finger against you, not hesitating to add two more, stretching your walls with his fingers. You clenched around them; tears rolling down your eyes as he kept your head down for a few seconds each time you had him down your throat

“Look how she reacts, she missed daddy so much, didn’t she?” He purrs down at your aching pussy, yearning for his cock

With a soft slap to your clit he pulls your head back, tapping your chin, “Open.”

You’ve never felt dirtier, your mascara was smeared around your eyes, and a string of saliva connected you and his angry cock as you stared up at him, catching your breath.

You stuck out your tongue, waiting patiently for what’s to come, “such a good girl f’me.” He sighed in contentment, leaning forward slightly as he spat down against your mouth, letting it string down before pressing a rough kiss against your lips, gripping your hair tightly in his hands.

Your hands never left his cock, pumping him slowly as you move your lips against his, tongue pressed against his own before he pulled away, tapping your ass, “On top.”

He pushed his seat all the way back, sliding off his polo shirt while you waited.

His hands grabbed you towards him, keeping them against your cheeks, spreading them slowly as you slid down his cock, earning a gasp from the both of you as you did so.

“How can you feel so much bigger than last time?” You whimpered, hands pressed against his chest as you slid down all the way. His hand pressed against your stomach, a small smile forming on his lips, “Can’t you tell how much he’s missed you? You’re his home.”

His hips pushed up against yours, earning a melodic moan, “She’s practically begging to be creamed.”

You whimpered, pressing your face against his neck while you slammed your hips down against his repeatedly, swallowing him in with each thrust.

"Fuckk!" you cry out in pleasure, overwhelmed with his thick girth hitting each spot inside of you, eyes rolling back trying to savor every moment.

His hands slid up to your throat, pulling your face back to keep his eyes on yours as he wrapped his hands around your throat, pushing up against you with a merciless rhythm, knocking all the air out of you in one quick brutal pace, your mouth hanging open—his lips hovered over yours to spit against your mouth, letting out a soft growl on your lips, "Taking me so fucking well."

You let out a few strangled noises, your walls tightening around him, "I'm- fuck. I'm close,"

His movements slowed down as you spoke, feeling empty after he slid out of you, "No, you're not."

You whined, your eyes watering at the thought of being denied to cum, "Rafe, please," you begged, pressing small kisses to his lips as he shook his head, gripping your sides while he opened the door, "Quiet."

He stood up, looking around the deserted area before looking down at your spread body, "M'gonna fuck you out here, and you better be fucking quiet."

Tapping your body to turn over, you pressed your chest against the warm seat, legs held up as you stood up and bend over slightly, not responding.

That earned you a slap against your ass, earning a whimper from your plump lips, "Did I make myself clear, slut?"

"Yes," you quickly nod, pressing back against his cock, your cunt inviting him back in as he slid back into you, biting his lips to stay quiet.

With both of his hands against each side of your hips, he leaned down as he pounded into you roughly, his desperate thrusts pushed you over the edge, the familiar build-up forming in your stomach as you twirled your hips back against his quickly, biting into your arm to keep yourself from screaming.

His lips pressed against your ear, heavily breathing against you— the sound of your skin clapping got louder, his hunger for devouring you taking over, "Such a slut for letting me take you at this hour, begging for my cock,"

One of his hands slid down to rub against your clit in a circular motion, knowing just how to control your body.

Your body was on fire, your cheeks burning hot while your heart raced at an alarming rate, not able to hold yourself back as your muscles tightened, your legs trembling as you came undone.

He stayed quiet, letting you finish yourself off on his cock, your pussy clenched around his tip, earning the seed that now filled her warm cavern, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he painted your walls, "Shouldn't have done that."

His body came to a halt, sliding out of you and pressing two fingers against your entrance, pushing his essence back into you, "Now I'm really gonna breed you."

He turned you onto your back, rubbing his tip against your aching and needy entrance before bucking his hips against yours, the sound of a police car from afar earning his attention— a small smirk appearing on his face as he looked down at you, "And you better hurry, before we get caught."

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 2 years

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so this trope post got very popular so im milking this with another favorite trope of mine. I have a Rook drabble with it as well you can find here

twst! they force you to drink a potion w/ a kiss

characters: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, some non con kissing, drugging lowkey, poisoning mention, drowning mention

Leona

depression catman does so enjoy seeing that angry look on your face. but he also enjoys his sleep. if he can get both? even better.

you wiggled in another attempt to escape the man above you. a growl rippled from his chest once more, the feeling of claws biting into your sides.

"lemme go." you glared.

"no." the voice was muffed by where he had his head buried in your chest. "I have no plans to lose my favorite pillow today."

you wiggled again, desperate to get out from under your possessive boyfriend.

"lemme go." you spoke this time directly in his ear. earning a hiss as he pinned his ears back in discomfort.

"why you little-" he raised his head, pinning you were a vibrant green glare. "change your mind all of the sudden? I thought you had 'no reason to study' and were 'happy to keep me company' hm?" his tail flicked to and fro in annoyance.

"yeah, but... can't sleep." you shrugged. your brain was wired and laying on the ground doing nothing was only making it worse.

"I dont care if you actually sleep or not, just stay still-"

"no." you wiggled once more to prove your point. another angry growl from the lion.

"fine." Leona let out a sigh that rumbled in his chest as he reached into the pocket of his pants, producing a deep purple liquid in a vial.

"what's that?" you wondered.

"a sleeping potion." he replied, already popping the top and pouring it into his mouth.

"why are you taking it then-" you were cut off by his lips on yours.

he purred into your mouth, holding you in place under him by his hips. you gasped when his claws dug into your sides once again, and the sleeping potion fell into your mouth.

even after you swallowed it he didn't pull away, instead lazily crawling his tongue into your mouth to let you suck on it while you stroked your hands through his hair. he let out soft purrs as you ran your nails over his scalp.

he licked gently down your jaw, following it to your neck after he pulled away. waiting as your eyes drooped and breathing evened out.

Ruggie

hes can be a Little Shit when he wants to be. Ruggie would only do such a thing for your safety... and to mess with you a little. he could always just uses his unique magic to make you drink something but this is more fun.

you huffed and turned away from your boyfriend. Ruggie groaned from the side of your bed, complaining that you were almost as bad as Leona.

"if you dont take this medicine its gunna take twice as long for you to get better!" he complained. you turned your head away again, and much to your regret, the room began to spin.

with your fever so high it was difficult to pay attention.

"that's it. no more options baby, now hold still-" you whined when Ruggie gently placed his hand over your cheek, turning your head towards him slowly as to not disorient you to bad.

the young man leaned down, his large ears twitching just the slightest bit at the tips. you were mesmerized by the fluttering movement in your daze. he tried not to grin as he kissed you, having you melt against him instantly.

you let out a whine as he parted your lips, which quickly turned into a gurgling sound as the potion slid into your mouth. you came up coughing and sputtering and sending the beastman a glare.

"oi, if you woulda just listened to me I wouldn't have had to do that. look, it wasn't so bad after all." he giggled while petting your hair as you pouted.

Jack

pupper would never kiss you without being 100% sure of your consent. hes a big ol softy on the inside after all.

you were panting heavily from the run. Jack of course was more then fine after the jog, but trying to keep up with his lengthy strides had worn you out faster than expected. the wolfman offered you a water bottle, sitting beside you on a bench. you pushed it away, still to focused on catching your breath.

"you're gunna get dehydrated, take this." he insists.

"no... I'm fine." you wiped the sweat on your brow. Jack tried to convince you once more but still you refused.

giving up he opened the water bottle and took a swig. you watched as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, sweat reflecting the morning sunlight off his warm skin like dew on grass. after lowing the water bottle Jack placed his hand on your cheek, which you knew meant he wanted a kiss.

you leaned in and were greeted by his soft lips molded to yours. when you opened your mouth the water rushed in, some of it trickling down your chin. you had no choice but to swallow. when Jack pulled away you huffed, snatching the water bottle out of his hands and finishing it. much to your boyfriends approval.

Azul

that would probably be used as a last resort. as suave as he may present, when it comes to kissing you Azul starts off very shy. but if your safety is on the line, he will swallow his nerves, if only to keep you by his side.

perhaps it was a needle prick, perhaps it was a poisoned apple. regardless, Azul found you, stolen away from him by eternal slumber, unless he swallows his nerves.

having no faith for some fairy tale fix like 'true love's kiss' the merman takes matters into his own hands. he spends three days brewing a potion he is sure will awaken you. he prays he is right, that such a stupid, impossible clause like 'true loves kiss' was just a loophole he can exploit.

the tweels shoo your friends away, allowing Azul a moment of intimacy with you, his lost lover. eyes as blue as the open sea trace each of your features as he gathers his hopes like fishing nets.

the potion is clear like water, and his hands shake as he removes the cap. a gently hand placed over your cheek as he takes a deep breath, emptying the contents into his mouth.

your lips are cold against his, tugging anxiety in his ribcage. with the utmost care he opens your jaw, tongue parting your lips. his thumbs stroke at your throat, stimulating it to swallow the bitter liquid.

Azul finally pulls away, blinking down at you as he pushes his glasses back into place. no movement. the grains of hope he had gathered fall like sand through his hands. tears cloud his eyes and ink lays on his tongue.

he sniffles, wiping his closed eyes with the back of his sleeve. his glasses shoved aside and crooked in his distress. his heart leaps in his throat when he hears a gentle voice.

"...Azul?"

Jade

you really should only trust Jade about as far as you can throw him. he probably won't do anything purposefully to hurt you... probably.

picking up an extra shift when Floyd was in one of his moods became a regular part of your routine, well, as regular as the merman's mood swings can be.

Mostro Lounge was closing for the night and you were helping Jade clean up the kitchen while Azul counted the money for the evening. finally drying the last of the silverware you sighed, thoroughly exhausted for the evening.

Jade wiped his hands on a towel, and for a moment your eyes lingered on his long, thin fingers. it would seem your gaze did you escape the young man's notice, as a deep chuckle purred in his throat.

"sorry... I didn't mean to stare..." you looked down at your shoes.

"its alright. its rather normal to admire ones lover after all." he grinned, using the same hand to lift your chin. your gaze met his mismatched one, mischief glinting behind his eyes. you watched his eyes fall to your lips, before slowly dragging away.

"I was working on something this afternoon," Jade wandered over to where his jacket hung, digging around in one of the pockets. he produced a vial, a sickening green liquid, thick like a syrup, inside it.

"I wanted to try it, but I need another set of eyes. would you be willing to record any shifts or changes in behavior you see?" he asked, turning back to you as he removed the stopper.

"I mean... should you be just, drinking that? I what if you get hurt Jade?" you frown at the tall man. Jade offers you a reassuring smile.

"you are so caring my darling. that is why I trust you to help me." he caressed your cheek, his usually gloved fingers were soft as the skin of his hands brushed your chin.

you reached out to try and stop him as he knocked the vial back, green liquid draining into his mouth. you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips after, before those predatory eyes fell to you.

you gasped as he pulled you in for a kiss, and only then did it dawn on you. not only did Jade not swallow the potion, but he never actually said he was going to drink it.

it was sour and fizzy on your tongue, your hands fisting in his shirt. you considered spitting it out in his face, but his hands were already on your neck. thumbs pressed along the sides of your throat, stimulating you to swallow, and you did.

panting as he pulled away you felt betrayal settle in your stomach.

"do not glare at me so, darling. I would never offer you something I wasn't willing to take myself~"

Floyd

another fucker who likes messing with you. be careful hanging around him. Jade did try to warn you, hes careless and you may find yourself in a situation you can't get out of.

as much as you enjoyed swimming with Floyd, you usually preferred either a warning ahead of time, or him not to drag you into the middle of the ocean with no way up to the surface.

but of course the feral merman gave you no warning of where you were going when he dragged you through the mirror. now your lungs were burning, and you were far to deep under water to make it to the surface before your air ran out.

clutching to your unworried boyfriend, you placed your hand around your throat in panic. having been distracted by a brightly colored school of fish Floyd finally turned to you, flashing you a grin full of razor sharp teeth.

you tugged at his arm desperately, panic in your eyes. Floyd seemed unbothered as he wrapped his long serpentine tail around your legs, winding one arm around your hip to pull you against him.

"whoopsie daisy! no breathing Shrimpy?" he grinned. you would have smacked him had you not been so frightened of drowning.

Floyd cooed to you, producing a pill capsule from, heaven knowns where, and shaking it before your eyes.

"dont worry, I have this~" you reached to grab it but Floyd pulled it out of reach. before you could wrestle him for it he popped it in his mouth and bit down.

you stared at him in shock as to why he would waste a capsule full of a breathing potion when hes a merman. you didn't have time to fully ponder this though because Floyd was dragging his hand to the back of your head and pressing you in for a kiss.

struggling against him as your lungs cried for oxygen, your eyes became puffy from tears. you tried to push him away but the eelman just squeezed you tighter.

finally your lungs burned to much. excepting your fate to die, drowned in the arms of merfolk like so many sailors, you gasped into his mouth.

the bitter tasting liquid hit your tongue and slide down your throat. finally releasing you from the bone crushing grip you gasped and sputtered. panting hard at the creature before you.

"haha Shrimpy, you really thought I was gunna let you drown? where's the fun in that!"

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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+ series summary: in a moment of weakness, sakusa kiyoomi does this unthinkable; ask miya atsumu for advice. it goes about as well as one might expect.

part one

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to think he’s a decently smart–

Ah, who the hell was he even kidding? He’d taken advice from Miya Atsumu in a poor lapse of judgement.

Take away his degree, strip him of his honours.

His idiot teammates all whoop obnoxiously loud when he actually braves the locker room showers after practice, Atsumu whistling as he pulls on a dark button up and nice slacks. An outfit different from his usual post-practice get-up of track pants and a hoodie (and everyone had made fun of him for leaving a nice set of clothes in his locker).

“You got a hot lunch date today, huh?” The setter grins, gripping his shoulders and shaking Sakusa slightly. “What can I say, the Miya Method always works. I fully expect to be accredited at the wedding.”

He bats the arm off his shoulders, rolling his eyes. “Please, you were hardly of any assistance.”

“Well, let me be of assistance now,” he grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet.

Sakusa shakes his head. “I don’t need your money.”

“Slow down, Omi-omi. I’m not paying for your meal,” he snorts, pulling something that is not cash out of the bi-fold and holding it out to him, foil packet glinting under the fluorescent light. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“You just walk around with these in your wallet?” Sakusa questions, slapping his hand away, face flushing at the idea of even…

“Hey, I am nothing but an advocate for safe sex!”

Sakusa finds himself choking at the mere mention of the word, glaring daggers at his teammate. “I don’t need one, it’s our first date.”

“Don’t need one?” Atsumu raises his brows, reaching into his wallet again and producing another condom. “Alright, you animal.”

“Seriously?” He hisses, face turning hot. “Why do you have so many?”

“Uh, because they’re cheaper than children?” Atsumu holds the condoms out again, chuckling. “Take ‘em, man. Just in case”

“No, we’re not going to do that.” He snaps, sure that he’s gone red from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck.

Atsumu blinks a few times. “So you’re gonna sit through the appetizer and not have the main course?”

“The date is the main course,” Bokuto supplies from around the corner, towelling off wet hair. “Don’t listen to him, Omi. He hasn’t gotten any since he started seeing the doc.”

“Hey, I’m workin’ on it, but she’s playin’ hard to get and while it is wildly arousing,” he snaps, as if Sakusa (and the entire team) hadn’t been there to see him pour water on himself in an attempt to seduce her. “The Miya Method does not fail.”

“But it has met its match,” Meian points out, pounding Sakusa on the back. “Just relax, and definitely don’t listen to Atsumu, because women aren’t food.”

“Okay, okay, it’s an imperfect analogy,” Atsumu shrugs, reaching into Sakusa’s bag before he can stop him. “But you’ll thank me later.” He pulls his wallet out before he can be stopped, slipping the condoms into one of the folds.

Sakusa snatches it back before he can steal a few bills too, about to start flipping through it to discard the unwanted condoms when Hinata calls his name.

“Omi! Someone’s waiting for you!”

Giving up, he snaps his wallet shut, shoving it into his pocket and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

_____

In hindsight, it might not have been the greatest idea to let you pick a cafe relatively close to the stadium. But you’d said they had a good chicken club, and when you’d smiled at him the way you did, he’d been powerless to say no. He was familiar with the place anyway, having stopped by for lunch after practice or for dinner after matches.

But the proximity to the stadium meant his teammates also frequented the place often.

He tries not to make eye contact with Bokuto, Atsumu, or Hinata as they stroll inside, instead staring hard at his menu until the words start to blur. They don’t seem to spot either of you, puttering around as they wait for the hostess to seat them.

“Looking at you, I kind of feel underdressed,” you admit a little sheepishly, Sakusa looking up and blinking you back into focus. You’re still dressed from work, sporting joggers and a black long-sleeve. “I should have brought something else to change into.”

“You look great,” he dismisses immediately (you could be wearing a paper bag and he’d still think you were beautiful). “If anything, I’m overdressed.”

You avert your gaze, hiding your face a little behind the menu. You seem flustered, and for some reason it make Sakusa feel a little at ease. “Oh, well, you look really nice too.”

It’s a simple compliment, but it makes his palms sweat and his heart stutter in his chest.

“What do you usually get when you come here?” You ask, fingers lightly drumming the tabletop as you study the menu.

You’re nervous. He knows because you do the same thing when he complains about his wrist still hurting, tapping your fingertips rapidly against your clipboard as you try to figure out how to remedy his fake pains.

In a move that’s a little bold (impulsive), Sakusa reaches across the table to gently place his hand over yours.

It’s ridiculous how nervous he is as he waits for your reaction. It’s the few months you’ve held his hand in yours, it’s the first time he’s gotten to hold your hand is in his. He likes it.

You just smile a little, curling your fingers around his as he brushes your thumb over the back of your hand.

“Wow,” an unfortunately familiar voice whistles to his right. “That’s some sexy handholding, Omi-omi.”

Sakusa feels his entire face heat, about to let go of your hand when he feels your grip tighten, and you turn to Atsumu and say, very sweetly, “I can bench you for two weeks with one note about ankle pain.”

The setter shuts up after that.

BONUS:

It’s when Sakusa does the one part of a date he’s confident about, that asking Miya Atsumu for advice comes back to bite him in the ass again.

“You don’t have to pay for me,” you try to argue, pulling your wallet from your bag when the waiter leaves the check and a machine. “We can go Dutch.”

“It’s fine, I want to,” he insists, opening his own wallet to retrieve his card. “I did ask you out, after all.”

“Actually, I think I asked,” you tease, pulling a few bills out and placing them in the check holder. “So at least let me leave the tip.”

“Fine,” he grins, sliding his credit card from its slot.

One of the condoms Atsumu had hidden also comes loose, falling across the table. To Sakusa’s complete and utter horror, you pinch one between your thumb and forefinger, brows raised as you study the packaging.

“XL?” You hum, sliding it back across the table to him. “That’s either very impressive or very confident.”

Red-faced and swearing his next spike will take Atsumu’s head off, Sakusa chooses not to answer that.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic #augustinewrites

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134340am · 2 years

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Ur tags on that um uh brat post.... Yams...... omgkrkgkfkfngnfjgnodkfo ur BRANE

(in reference to this post)

yamaguchi tadashi x afab!reader, 0.5k words warnings: use of force (but no violence), mention of body hair, spit, clit pinching. nsfw — minors do not interact.

yamaguchi snaps on your ninth attempt.

it wasn’t even your intention to turn the tide this way; you just wanted some of his attention for a bit while he studied. he’s had his full concentration on his textbook the entire morning—what’s the point of inviting you over, on a day where there’s no one at home and there’s a fresh strip of condoms in his bedside drawer, if he’s not going to fuck you?

so on your ninth attempt where you drape yourself across his back, feeling him up under his shirt and tweaking his nipples and whining into his neck, he snaps.

in a flash of white and brown and blue, yamaguchi’s room warps before your eyes and you find yourself flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, before your boyfriend pokes his head into your line of vision.

“h-how many times?” he hisses, a blush crawling up his neck and tinting the tips of his ears.

“huh?” you shoot back, breathless from being flipped over so quickly.

your eyes stray from yamaguchi’s face to the curve of his bicep, straining against his tight white tee with the effort of pinning you down. sometimes you forget just how strong he is, but now—now you remember.

“hey, look at me. don’t make me ask again.”

your eyes flit back to your boyfriend, bewildered. he’s never spoken to me like this before, you note, and a lick of heat coils in your lower abdomen at the way his eyes darken and his brows furrow handsomely.

“how many times have you bothered me today?”

“i— it wasn’t on purpose. i didn’t know i was disturbing you,” you responded meekly, shifting under him.

his grip on your wrists tighten almost painfully. “you’re making excuses now. i’m asking one more time—how many times have you bothered me today?”

“…nine.”

“nine, huh?”

yamaguchi lets go of your wrists, and the look he shoots you made you know better than to move from where he wanted you.

one hand slams itself down on the bed besides your face and you wince at the whoosh of air that rushes by to your left.

his expression remains unreadable, eyes trained on you intensely, as his other hand slides down past the waistband of your cotton shorts, of your panties, to the fluff of hair down below.

“nine times too many,” he mumbles, and his expression softens ever so slightly before he crashes his lips to yours. the kiss was nothing like your usual ones—this kiss was all teeth and tongue, with so much spit that you’re left choking in surprise.

“if you want attention,” your lover starts when he pulls back, swiping away the thick line of saliva that connects his bottom lip to yours, “i’ll give it to you.”

the hand in your pants dips between your already-slick folds to pinch your clit roughly. you wince, and then squeal in pain when yamaguchi twists your sensitive nub.

a tinge of concern shadows his expression at your cry, but disappears as quickly as it came when he sees the way your pupils dilate lustfully.

“nine orgasms and i’m not done studying yet,” yamaguchi muses. “let’s hope your body can keep up, dearest.”

(masterlist)

#i m so very sorry for hijacking ur ask to post smut…. trust me i m actually ashamed of myself BDJEEBEJDHJW #yuna after dark #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x y/n #haikyuu #yamaguchi #look away look away loo k away #pls excuse the mistakes lol i wrote this in a rush #scheduled #beloved lia #ask yuna #yuna writes

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laurfilijames · 3 years

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Listen, you had it coming with your latest post, I demand a fic that contains Thorin (who has just ran off to his rooms, I hear, to “deal” with something very large, to quote a certain famous author) and reader walking in on him 😈😏🔥

@lathalea your wish is my command. I hope I did him justice!

A/N: this is my very first time writing for the King Under the Mountain. So please be nice. I don’t even know how it happened, but my muse was very into him today 🤣

Warnings: M and F masturbation, unprotected intercourse.

You’d gone from the meeting room to his private office in search of Thorin, and no sign of him.

Making your way to your chambers, you pass Dwalin.

“Where’s Thorin gone off to?”

“He rushed out of the meetin’ in quite a hurry, said he had to deal with somethin’ urgently,” Dwalin explained to you.

What urgent matter could it be that he wouldn’t be dealing with it in either the meeting room or his office?

You decide to continue on to your chambers, knowing you’ll reunite with your husband at some point through the day.

You reach your door and slip through quietly, only for your senses to be assaulted by Thorin’s scent of pine and tobacco, your ears filled with his moans.

You smile to yourself. So this is the urgent matter that needed tending to.

Arousal flourishes within you, knowing your proud King had a moment of weakness brought on by thoughts of you, no doubt.

Peering around the wall, your eyes land on the glorious sight of your husband, your Thorin, stroking himself mercilessly.

His oversized cock is gripped in a deft hand, and you can see how desperate he is for release.

With each tug you’re able to catch a glimpse of his bulbous pink tip, already leaking, the veins on his shaft pulsing and enlarged.

You swallow hard, needing to compose yourself before revealing your presence to him, but you’re already a mess, feeling wetness gather at the apex of your thighs, your bud throbbing with anticipation.

“Couldn’t wait for me, my King?” you drawl as you step into the room.

He gives you a sideways glance and grunts. “Good, you’re here. I need you desperately, my love.”

You quickly disrobe, your skin tingling at your own touch, shivering at the way the cool air feels against your flushed skin.

Shaking your head, you move to sit naked on the bed before him, your legs spread so he can see what his self-pleasure has done to you.

“No. You need to finish what you started. It appears you’re doing just fine without me.”

He’s frustrated, almost angry and his voice has risen in volume when he barks at you.

“You cannot deny your husband, your King—” he lets out a hiss, “—what he needs.”

Somehow you muster more brazenness and give him a mischievous grin, fooling even yourself that you’re not also desperate for relief.

“Oh, my love, I am your Queen. I am the only one who can deny you.”

“You are wicked,” he growls, pulling at himself more aggressively.

“I learn from the best,” you smirk, happy to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Amralime. No more games,” he requests through gritted teeth. “I need to be in you. Now.”

His eyes are full of fire, so dark they’re barely blue anymore.

Watching him all but beg is making you feel so powerful, so in control, which is usually the opposite of how he makes you feel.

All of this is fueling your fire, almost too much. Still, you persevere.

Curses collapse from his mouth, his tongue darting out to capture moisture that has fallen past his lips in his efforts.

Thorin glares at you in annoyance, and you tempt him again by running your hands slowly over your body.

More curses and feral grunts leave him and he moves his hand faster along himself, his hips bucking to meet the action, and you know he’s trying to mimick how you feel around him.

As much as you know you may live to regret your current decision, you can’t help but admire how godly and majestic he looks.

His entire body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, his silver-streaked hair flowing over his broad shoulders, his strong arms flexing from his intense pumping.

Thorin’s broad form looms over top of you, his eyes never leaving you and lighting you on fire with his stare.

You can tell he’s close. He’s becoming more erratic, completely consumed by lust that only you can ever bring out in him.

But you know he won’t finish without you.

As determined as you are to not grant his wish of filling you, you know he’s equally determined to make you surrender to him.

Still, you let him suffer just a little longer.

You’re now leaning back on your elbows, presenting yourself fully to him, your hand roaming to the slick that flows abundantly in preparation for him.

“I will not ask you again,” he orders, and with that you shudder and nod your head in agreement, his words breaking your facade.

Thorin releases his aching cock from his grip and takes your thighs in his hands instead, pulling you toward him and connecting your bodies in one harsh movement.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size, and you cry out as he stretches you and fills you all at once.

Your King is relentless, but you greedily accept your fate.

His hips slap against you rough and fast and with every thrust you can feel his full sack bounce against you.

You’d cry out from pain if it didn’t also feel so exquisite, but this is exactly what you were seeking after all, and in no time you’re nearing your demise.

Your whole body bounces and shakes, the bed moving across the floor as Thorin only increases his intensity, clearly determined to teach you not to taunt him ever again.

Then the fire that was building inside you erupts into flames that course through your entire body, every cell and fibre of you awakened, your walls clamping around his thickness as you wail and scream.

Thorin still refuses to let up, and within your climax he finally lands his own, his hands digging into your flesh, hoarse cries escaping his lungs as you milk out his seed.

He leans over you and peppers your sweaty skin with sloppy kisses, pulling away enough to give you an endearing smile.

“This is exactly why you’re my Queen,” he praises you before attaching his lips to yours.

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sugrbugz · 3 years

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

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solarune · 3 years

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good for me

pairing: jung jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut, humor

warnings: hickeys, groping, thigh grinding, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, dom/sub themes, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, praise kink, profanity

word count: 2,354

a/n: w korea jaehyun haunts me to this day so here's a little something i wrote. hello, it's been a while! hopefully my next fic won't take me months to upload. being an adult is hard. also i think this is my first? smut fic on this blog? i don't think smut is something i will write often but it's still something i want to practice so lmk what you think!

MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST, THIS IS STRICTLY 18+ CONTENT. IF I SEE THAT YOU HAVE LIKED AND/OR REBLOGGED THIS POST AND ARE A MINOR, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

“We’re going to get caught!” you hiss as your boyfriend tugs you towards a supply closet far away from the rest of the crew.

“Not if you’re quiet,” Jaehyun winks while giving your hand a squeeze. He chuckles when you narrow your eyes at him, not at all amused by his teasing. You really were not in the mood to get scolded by not only the SM staff but the W Korea staff as well today, especially because you’re there as your boyfriend’s guest. His hand rests on the door knob as he turns to look at you. “Come on, babe, we’re not going to do anything too bad. I just want to kiss you a bit!”

“In a closet?” you scoff.

“In privacy,” he corrects you.

While the logical part of you is not at all swayed by his barely-there argument, the part of you that couldn’t keep your eyes off of Jaehyun during the first half of the photoshoot is screaming at you to run your hands all over him. And who could blame you, really? With his shirt left unbuttoned and toned body oiled up and on display, it took every ounce of self-control that you had to not jump his bones as soon as the photographer called for a break. You want to remain professional and maintain a good first impression for these people, but it seems that Jaehyun, ever observant over the slightest change in your behavior, knew exactly what you were thinking.

A huff leaves your lips. You really need to learn how to say no to him. “Kissing only.”

You barely have time to blink before Jaehyun is pulling you into the supply closet, the cramped space forcing you to press your body up against his. That and the fact that Jaehyun himself is pushing you up against the wall, his hands already beginning to roam. “Make sure you remind yourself of that too, yeah babe?” he smirks as a hand reaches up to trail lightly along your jaw. “I’m not the only one that gets carried away. It takes two to tango.”

He firmly presses his lips against yours and you have to stop the moan that you can feel crawling up your throat. You can feel your lust for your boyfriend growing but you just run your fingers through his hair and continue kissing him, determined to not be the one that gives in this time. Your bottom lip is caught between his teeth before he pulls away to look into your eyes while a soft whine leaves your mouth. Jaehyun’s hold on you tightens and you feel the way his hips slightly jolt against you from the sound you make.

“Fuck baby, don’t do this to me,” he whispers as he leans forward to trail kisses down your neck. “I saw the way you were looking at me before, you want me just as bad as I want you right now.”

“Jae…” you sigh, head tilting to the side to make it easier for him to lick and bite at your neck. Your hands slide down his shoulders to grip his biceps, squeezing when he makes it down to your collar bones. The room is starting to feel quite warm and you know that Jaehyun’s got you right where he wants you, he knows exactly how to make your resolve crumble in seconds. “I said kissing only.”

Jaehyun chuckles darkly against your skin, a hand coming down on your ass to give you a light slap at your weak argument and the tremble in your voice that even you could hear. “I am kissing you. You should’ve been more specific.”

“You’re so annoying,” you hiss, fingers bunching up the fabric of his silk shirt. We should stop, we’re going to get caught. We shouldn’t be doing this, Jaehyun will- Another moan escapes your lips when your boyfriend’s thigh nudges your own legs apart to press up against you, the pressure causing pleasure to course through your veins. It’s like your body has a mind of its own as your hips jolt and begin to grind down on Jaehyun, your hands pressed up against his bare torso while your nails leave faint red lines on his skin. Every sensible thought disappears from your brain as you let your lust take over, Jaehyun’s tight grip on your body and teeth on your skin making you fall apart even faster.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums and you can feel the smirk against your throat. His tone is so cocky that in any other situation, it would make you scoff but now, it just causes your heart to beat faster. “You like that, right? You like grinding that pretty pussy on my thigh?”

“Feels so good, Jae,” you sigh, the back of your head hitting the wall particularly hard when you lean back and making you flinch. Jaehyun bursts out laughing as you clutch the back of your head and you have to slap your hands over his mouth to get him to stop, the two of you holding your breaths when you hear some of the staff shuffling around outside of the closet. Their voices eventually fade, along with their footsteps, and you count to 30 before finally giving Jaehyun a pointed look. “Dumbass, we’re supposed to be quiet, remember?”

“Remember those words when I make you cum, sweetheart.” Jaehyun’s hands slide down to your hips to get you to start moving against him again, whimpers leaving your mouth as he flexes the muscles of his leg beneath you. “Fuck baby, you’re making me so fucking hard. I want you so bad right now.”

“Want your cock, Jae.” Your breaths are coming out in pants while you grind against him and you can already feel that your underwear is soaked through with your desire for him. A hand reaches out to stroke his cock through his pants and the corners of your lips turn up when he chokes at your touch. “Want it in my mouth, wanna taste you. Please?”

Jaehyun’s lips press against yours as he lowers his leg down. But just as you wrap your arms around his neck when he deepens the kiss, you feel a hand slide down your front and you have to hold back a yelp when you feel him begin to rub at your clit through your pants. You pinch his side when he teasingly bites your lower lip and when he pulls away, you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes even in the dark.

He hums as if he’s really debating on whether or not he’ll let you suck his dick and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. If he saw that, he would probably say no just to punish you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he concedes with a sweet smile.

Your hands trail down his thighs as you sink down to your knees, Jaehyun’s teeth biting down on his lower lip as you unbutton his pants. Or at least attempt to. The darkness paired with what feels like a billion buttons and zippers on your boyfriend’s pants almost makes you give up. You let out a huff as your hands go back to your boyfriend’s thighs and you look up at him with a pleading look on your face that you hope he can see.

“Stupid,” Jaehyun chuckles as his fingers brush against yours, undoing his pants and even pulling them down his thighs for you. “Think you can handle taking off my boxers or do I need to do that for you too?”

You snort in response as you smack his bare thigh. “Back in my day, pants had one button and a zipper. Modern fashion is too complicated for me now.”

Your hands ghost over Jaehyun’s covered cock and you have to hold back a smirk when he shudders at the light touch. You kiss him through the fabric, even sticking your tongue out to kitten lick at him, before his boxers make their way down his thighs as well. He feels warm and heavy in your hand and when you take the tip into your mouth, the taste of his pre-cum is enough to drive you insane. You force him deeper into your mouth, inhaling deeply through your nose as you continue until he hits the back of your throat. His hand tangles in your hair when it happens, fingers pulling at the strands as he groans. Pulling back with gasp, you begin to pump him with one hand while your mouth travels down to his balls, humming and sucking while Jaehyun whimpers and whines above you. You wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked through your panties enough to get even your pants wet, Jaehyun’s whispered cursing and groaning going straight to your pussy.

Jaehyun’s hips buck and you have to fight back the gag that you feel coming on, the sudden brush of his tip against the back of your throat surprising you. Looking up at him, you place your hands on his thighs and keep your head still, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with you. There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes that you can see even in the darkness as he begins to shallowly thrust, one of his thumbs coming up to wipe away the tears that are already falling down your face.

“You’re just my perfect little cockslut, aren’t you, baby?” he coos as he strokes the side of your face. “My pretty girl, always so good for me.” He pulls out of your mouth completely to let you breathe for a few seconds and you hurriedly wipe away the remaining drool and tears that trailed down your neck. You nod eagerly at his words, eyes never leaving his cock as you watch him stroke himself. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of having him fuck your throat, teeth catching your bottom lip as you squirm in your spot on the floor.

“What’s going on in the pretty head of yours, huh?” Jaehyun asks, his question ending in a groan as he squeezes the base of his cock. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my mouth.” You feel your face burn at the vulgar demand but the look that your boyfriend gives you makes your stomach flip. So you muster the sweetest smile that you can to try to hide the eagerness you feel and tack on a, “Please?”

Jaehyun slips his thumb into your mouth and his lips part at the same time yours do, his tongue poking into his cheek as you suck and lick his finger. “Of course I can, sweetheart,” he answers, the cooing of his voice contradictory to the dark look in his eyes. “You gonna swallow all my cum too? Take everything I give you like a good girl?” Jaehyun begins stroking his cock once more as he angles it so that the tip brushes against your lips, laughing when you nod and stick your tongue out to lick at the head. “Of course you are. Because you love my cock that much, right?”

Before you have the chance to nod in agreement, Jaehyun shoves himself into your mouth, his thrusts already starting off hard and fast. You remind yourself to breathe deeply through your nose, the tight grip you have on his thighs keeping you focused and grounded as you try to keep up with his harsh pace. Every thrust sends him to the back of your throat and even though you can feel your jaw beginning to ache, your pussy is starting to ache even more, the thought of him fucking you this roughly making you drool. You really are a slut for your boyfriend.

“Fuck- ‘m close, baby,” Jaehyun groans as he tugs at your hair. “Your mouth is so warm and wet. But I bet your pussy is even better, can’t wait to feel it around me- fuck.”

You reach up to massage his balls and when you feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s only seconds away from falling apart. So you dig your nails into his thighs and leave red lines on his skin, a smirk appearing on your face even with your mouth stuffed full. Above you, Jaehyun pants and whines out your name as he spills into you, shuddering as your tongue swirls around him. His grip on your hair loosens until his hand is gone altogether and he watches as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of his cum connecting your lips to his shaft. Your eyes close as you savor Jaehyun’s taste, gathering any cum that spilled out onto your thumb before placing it on your tongue.

Hands wrap around your upper arms and your eyes fly open as Jaehyun pulls you up and pushes you against the wall before shoving his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the taste of himself on you and you gasp when one of his hands comes down to smack your ass. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he moans and you swear your knees almost buckle from how fucked out he sounds. “You did such a good job so I think I should return the favor, hm?”

You watch as Jaehyun gets down on his knees in front of you but before he can even unbutton your pants, there’s a loud bang on the door, causing the both of you to jump. Your heart is beating so hard that you swear you can hear it, and you don’t even notice that you had grabbed your boyfriend’s hand as a familiar voice calls out his name from the other side of the door.

“Jaehyun! (Y/N)! Are you guys done being gross yet?” Johnny yells, and you know that he’s doing it to both embarrass you in front of everyone and to make sure you can hear him. “Our lunch break has been over for 15 minutes, you’re keeping everyone waiting! We’re going to be leaving in two hours, you couldn’t have lasted until we got home? Get out here!”

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