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screampied · 3 months

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i want to sit on higuruma’s face and ride his nose so badly 😔😔

☆ higuruma x fem! reader

⤷ tags: cunnilingus, praise, riding higuruma’s nose

the minute you ask him, he’s so compliant.

at first you were sure higuruma would make fun of you. although, he’s the exact opposite—you find yourself hovering just over his mouth, barely.

higuruma’s fingers gently ghost against your hips before bringing a kiss against the middle fabric part of your panties.

“hey, if you wanna ride my nose, angel then jus’ do it,” and his voice was smooth, you stare at him, and by the second you’re growing more and more wet. “don’t be shy.”

“…o-okay,”

you mumbled, your knees bent, you were just casually lingering over him—you move yourself done just a bit and your panties rub against his nose.

higuruma chuckles, you were so frantic solely by the movement of your hips. higuruma licks a stripe against your underwear, watching you squirm in desperation before he moves the string to the side. “get nice ‘n comfy, that’s it.”

you gnaw on your lip, starting to move your hips just a bit against his face. you felt the tip of his nose repeatedly tap and prod against your pussy. the moment you felt his tongue softly go against your folds, you shudder from his touch.

“h—hiro,” you’d squeak out, and darkened eyes of his meet yours.

a single hand of his has a firm grip on your right thigh as he’s returning you a sensual stare. “fuck..” you panted, and he’s easily stimulating your clit with just a few licks and sucks of his tongue. you’re grinding against his face ploddingly, almost as if you were hesitating at first before he brings to hands to make you sit all on him.

the sounds of your own breathing started to pick up, and he looked so pretty underneath you—just his eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted and a tiny smirk pressing against the very corners of his lips.

fingers of yours started to go through his hair, giving it a slight yank, it’s unintentional and it drags out a groan from higuruma.

“easy, girl. easy.”

“sorry...”

you moaned, feeling his nose continuously rub against your pussy. the soft middle part just swiping all against your clit, his lips were attached, never releasing its grip.

it doesn’t take much long before your legs start to shake and judder. you felt yourself slowly reaching up to that pleasurable point.

“angel…just relax, i got you.” he purrs in a raspy voice, departing his lips for a brief moment just to kiss all against your puffed folds.

you were drenched, soaked even. his tongue had your eyes rolling back, backwards. higuruma teasingly brings a thumb towards your pussy and runs down your slit just for him to give it a sweet kiss. “could have you sit on my face all day, gorgeous.”

and he meant that, because after you always whined on wanting to ride his face—more specifically, his nose.

you’d find yourself doing it all the time, just sitting there, looking pretty until you came all on his face. “hiromi, hiro—”

“oh, i know,” he murmurs, and higuruma starts to stroke himself. you made him so hard he couldn’t help but touch himself. low husky grunts escaped from his lips as you’re an entire shaky mess on his face. “give it to me,” and his warm breath dances against your thighs—you feel him give your thighs a light pull forward towards his mouth and you moan. “come on baby, come on.”

his voice was so gentle, purely identical to his touch. the way his tongue grazed against every inch had you whining for more incessantly. so sloppy, occasionally he’d spit on your pussy just to lap it up with his tongue. he was covered from the nose down with your slick.

higuruma found himself giving your clit multiple kisses just to watch you cutely squirm and jolt against him.

your hands grip his hair and you’re whimpering. after a few seconds, your legs thrash and shake and then you came. he smiles at the way your body responded to his tongue, barely able to keep your hold on his hair.

“good girl, just make a mess ‘n let me clean it.” he mutters, giving your pussy a final kiss. “look at me. eyes down here,” and you move your eyes down towards him. higuruma grabs you off of him before pulling you close towards him. he brushes a thumb against your lips before planting a three second kiss on your mouth. so lewd, you tasted yourself all on his tongue — the sheer sweetness of it had you whimpering for more.

“…sweet girl.” he utters, and you moan into his mouth, returning it before feeling him reach a hand down to give your pussy a light squeeze. “i’m not finished with you yet, want more of you.”

his words had you pulsing, and as you continued to kiss him — with him breaking away every few seconds to speak, that’s when higuruma suddenly makes you bend over, softly caressing your ass with the palm of his hand. “arch just like that for me, yeah..”

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undercoverpena · 4 months

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Just read your Soft!Frankie. How do you think Joel would be? I love your work. Thanks.

omg anon, okay, so I did quickly converse with my pal, @swiftispunk to clarify my thoughts. but here goes (hope this is okay)—for this you’re ill/have a cold.

soft!joel miller x reader (pre-outbreak)

the house is quiet. the sound of the pipes coming to life groaning in the walls is the first thing which stirs you.

your head is still full, heavy, as your eyes flutter open. then, you’re aware of how your throat still burns, worse than yesterday. more or less like you’d swallowed glass.

the rest follows suit, the sniff returning, the ache in your cheeks. the cold not improving but rather worsening overnight. it proves your point when you move, dizziness adding itself to your list of ailments—blurring your vision, making you even more thankful for declining the overtime, happy to be home and not behind a desk.

you reach out, greeted by cool sheets as the fan on the dresser groans as it performs another rotation.

and you don’t want to rise, but you also do. you want to see him, curl into him. but, you take your time in rising, all slow in your movements, using the bathroom and dressing in nothing but him when you’re done. you hope he won’t mind, maybe even like it as you pull on some of his sweats, grabbing a pair of his work-boot socks before heading downstairs.

he only murmurs your name softly at the sight of you—likely spotting your glassy eyes, and puffy cheeks from the cold making a home in you. you look at him, watching his lips tug up into one cheek when he spots the clothing, brows furrowing before they flatten, and you step closer, palm flat to his cheek as you wipe the crumbs.

and it’s soft, tender. him kissing your wrist before he mumbles about making you a drink. something warm. even adding honey—sarah’s orders before tommy took her to soccer practice. and you smile, hovering, shifting from side to side before he motions for you to get comfy under a blanket, keep warm, grunting: y’shouldn’t even be up.

your feet shuffle into the next room, seating yourself in your usual spot, tugging the blanket up and over—glancing at the coffee table, the magazine you’d grabbed Sarah and the array of coins from Joel emptying his pocket last night, all upon letters and papers—a mess, but a welcomed one. it’s home, a place you’d trade everything to be in.

when he joins you he’s clutching a mug, steam swirling up from it as he briefly places it down, a thud in the quiet before he settles down next to you. you watch as he wipes his hand on his jeans, before he places the back of his hand to your forehead. eyes narrowed, knitted in concern—

“still burnin’ up.”

you know. the sweat peppering your spine tells you as much, but you just lean into him. resting your head, finding no protest, only him moving to get more comfortable as he picks up and rests the mug on his knee—occasionally handing it to you, telling you to take a sip f’me.

and you do.

because it’s simple, easy. both the act and this thing with him. a thing he wasn’t sure he could give you if you remember correctly, yet he does it without trying.

“don’t fall asleep on me.”

he says it, even knowing you will. your head nodding, a sniff punctuating it, and the deep sigh you hear echo through him tells you he knows you’re minutes from doing so—and you’re sure he doesn’t care. most likely even likes it.

your eyes growing heavy, the television sounds slowly lowering in volume as your illness tries to beckon you to sleep. your legs come up, curling more so into him and the couch. feeling his arm move, just ever so slightly come around you, the mug going, finding a home on the table.

it’s only in the place between sleep and awake do you feel it, the slight touch of his fingers on yours. brushing over the tips, calloused palm flattening over your fingertips, trying to remove the chill from them.

and you smile, ever so slightly—and then you sniff before you briefly catch the scent of him. the last thing you needed to be lulled back to sleep.

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Megumi Fushiguro Headcanons

CW: Megumi Fushiguro x female reader. SFW and NSFW headcanons.

SFW:

He's cool and distant at first, but trust me when you break down his walls, he becomes a sweet, caring, affectionate, and clingy person.

Megumi hates PDA and doesn't even tell Yuji or anybody that the two of you are dating.

It takes awhile for anybody to find out until Gojo Saturo finds out and starts blabbering to everyone.

His neutral facial expression that never seems to change, changes when he's with you or even around you.

He smiles more than he ever has in his entire life.

You make Megumi so happy and cared for.

Not having anyone to really take care of him when he was growing up, he's so thankful for you.

In public, he's distant and talks to you like you're Yuji, but in private he's a whole different person.

He'll gentle and tender with his actions and actions.

Megumi loves being the little spoon, he feels so safe and comfy in your arms.

He's a softie at heart, loving each moment that you take care of him.

He adores it when you run your fingers through his raven hair, lulling him into a deep sleep.

Megumi tends to fall asleep on your chest, an arm wrapped around your waist and his free hand holding yours, fingers laced together.

Of course, Megumi loves to hold you as well.

His touch and embrace is so warm and comforting, especially in you're going through a rough time.

He cannot stand the sight of you crying, it makes his heart break.

He'll pull you into his arms, letting your head nuzzle into his chest, not caring if your tears stain his shirt.

He'll whisper sweet, caring words, letting you take your time.

When Megumi gets sick or injured, you're right there by his side and you refuse to leave.

He'll groan and complain that you're babying him, but he adores it.

Megumi loves to kiss the tip of your nose, seeing your cheeks fluster.

His kisses are soft, but breathtaking.

His hands cup your face, thumbs grazing over your skin.

He's so freaking in love with you.

Megumi's scared though, so when he realizes he does love you, he'll whisper it into your ear when you're asleep on top of him.

Of course, one night you're not actually asleep, you hear him.

You talk to him about later and he becomes more open, although you're usually the one to say it first.

Megumi is such a cute softie!!!!

NSFW:

God, this man is so soft and gentle when it comes to sex.

He's afraid of breaking or hurting you.

He is always holding your hand when he's thrusting in and out of you, thumb grazing across the back of your palm.

You squeeze his hand and he smiles to himself, knowing that you're okay.

He always showers you in compliments.

Megumi refuses to do anything that hurts you, including spanking.

He would never hurt you, he just cannot bring himself to do it.

He'll grab and squeeze your ass, he's obsessed with it.

Megumi doesn't mind being the bottom, letting you ride him and feel your plush walls around him.

He cannot hold himself together when you decide to stroke his cock, bob on his cock, or whenever you do anything that brings him pleasure.

Megumi becomes a loud whiner, moans pushing out from his throat, especially when you praise him.

When you cry out Megumi's name as your climaxing, his cheeks flush.

He loves making you feel good, but it makes butterflies fill his stomach.

His aftercare is the best, cleaning you up and maybe running you a bath

He'll trace your curves and make sure that you're feeling okay.

Megumi whispers soft praises into your ear, telling you how well you did.

Of course, if Megumi craves attention afterwards, it's very easy to tell by the look in his eyes.

He'll get this soft, puppy dog glaze inside of his eyes and you'll pull him into your arms.

Either one of you can fall asleep first, depending on who's craving attention that night.

You and Megumi usually fall asleep around the same time, holding a deep comfortable knowing that you're safe with each other.

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sargeant-bxrnes · 6 months

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ride

summary: [au] anakin finally bought that bike he wanted so badly, and invited you to try it for the first time with him. riding won’t be the only thing you’ll be doing on that bike.

content/warnings: modern!anakin, fast driving, bikes. | SMUT: dirty talk, praise, unprotected, messy & rough sex, sex on top of a bike, outdoor sex (no one is around)

wc: 2.4k

my masterlist! requests are OPEN

You'd never been partial to motorcycles, they weren't easy to drive, not to mention dangerous, it was always more practical for you to stick to four-wheeled vehicles and you'd preferred it that way so far.

But when Anakin finally bought you that motorcycle he'd been saving up for... you understood the appeal. The motorcycle was sleek, painted a deep, jet black that seemed to absorb the surrounding light. The glossy finish gave it a mirror-like quality, reflecting the world around it. Chrome accents adorned its frame, catching the glint of streetlights and passing cars, the handlebars gleamed, polished to perfection— you didn't know much about bikes, but you knew it was pretty.

"So?" he asked with a little knowing smile, looking at your face to gauge your reaction. "what do you think of it?"

"It's really pretty," You said honestly to your boyfriend, admiring it from up close, your finger softly trailing over the chrome accents. "I get why you've been so obsessed with it."

"Aha! I knew you'd get it," He chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back slightly to whisper over them. "So... wanna take it for a ride?"

Your heart fluttered at the touch of his lips and the whispered invitation. "Yes, I'd love to,"

"Good thing I also bought two helmets then." He mused casually, as if he'd known all along that you'd agree to go for a ride, as he nods his head to the helmets hanging from the handlebars. "Ready?"

"Mhm." You walked closer to the bike, taking your helmet from handlebars and putting it on. "want me to sit in front of you or behind? You're the driver, baby, so however is more comfortable for you."

"Oh," he looked at the bike, quickly thinking about the logistics and the safest option. "I think I want you sitting behind me, you can cling to me that way and I can focus on the road"

Anakin walked closer and swung his leg over the motorcycle, straddling it, and then looked over his shoulder at you, as he placed the red helmet on his head. "C'mon princess, hop on."

You moved closer to the bike to get on it, it was a bit of a struggle since the bike was considerably taller on the back, but you managed to sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, securely but not too tight.

Anakin smiled at the feeling, and gave your hand a soft squeeze before moving his hands to the bike, starting it up with a roar. He took his time adjusting everything until he felt comfortable with it, slowly driving out of the parking lot.

"You okay back there?" he asked over his shoulder as he drove down the empty street, taking in the feel of freedom that only comes from riding a motorcycle.

"Yeah, you're pretty comfy." You replied humorously over the hum of the bike, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Anakin chuckled, the vibration of it traveling through his body and into yours. "I'm glad to hear that," he mutters before glancing in the rearview mirror at you, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked around as he kept driving at a good speed, soon the city was left behind as he took a route to the outskirts of the city, where it mixed with the beautiful forest surrounding, you held on tight to him from behind, admittedly it felt real nice to have his body pressed against yours, the wind on your face and the soft vibrations of the bike underneath.

Anakin smiled at the sight of you enjoying yourself, and removed one of his hands from the handlebars, he carefully placed it on your thigh next to him and squeezed softly, letting his hand slide higher.

"What do you think?" he asked casually, raising his voice so you could hear him.

"It's amazing," You admitted over the road noise, your hands firmly planted on his abs. "you're a really good rider."

His heart swelled with pride at your words, turning his head slightly to kiss you, it was a risk, sure, but he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you," he murmured, grinning from ear to ear as he felt his cock beginning to twitch in his pants, it could've been the feeling of your closeness or the vibration of the bike, he wasn't sure. "I try my best."

You enjoyed the ride, but admittedly, you too were getting slightly horny. The bike was vibrating and humming under you, sending vibrations up all the right places, and every bump on the road had your heart skipping a beat, your breasts were firmly pressed against his strong back, not to mention his hand kept caressing your thigh softly. — Still, you remained silent about it, not wanting to distract him.

Anakin felt your body growing hotter behind him, the growing heat between your legs, his cock throbbed harder in response. He knew exactly what you were feeling as he leant back, pressing his back against you.

He felt so good, you unconsciously ground against him as the bike went over a speed bump, making your body slide closer to his.

Anakin groaned softly, his eyes narrowing for a moment as he tried to focus on the road ahead. He knew he should focus on driving, but with you pressed against him like this... it was hard not to give in.

Realizing what you were doing, you pulled back to not invade his personal space, just as the bike went over another speed bump, this one hit just right, the perfect vibration and friction against your clothed pussy, you managed to bite back the moan, barely.

He moved his eyes to the mirror to glance at you, seeing the struggle it takes for you not to moan out loud, it only made his cock throb harder inside his pants. That's it.

"Baby," he calls out to you over the constant hum of the bike, his voice roughened by lust— without another word, he took a sharp turn into a secluded area at the side of the road, surrounded by bushes and pretty trees, before stopping the bike and turning off the engine. "I need you."

You don't even question what he was doing, you know, you stood up from the bike and got down, assuming you two would do it against a tree, but...

Anakin quickly unfastened his helmet before setting it down on the bike's handlebars, he kicked the foot stand so the bike would still. He then turned back to you with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Right here," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close against him as he reached for your chin with the other hand to tilt your head up towards him. "let me have you here, yeah?"

You bit your lip, both from arousal and nervousness. "How are we... gonna have sex on the bike though?"

He chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he answer. "Ride me." he murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his.

The kiss was deep and passionate, tongues danced against each other as they explored the taste of one another's lips. It was a needy, hungry kind of kiss that leaves both panting for more.

Following his request, you moved over to straddle Anakin, as he straddled the bike. Was it risky? Maybe. Yeah.

Automatically, his hands moved to your hips to keep you steady on top of him. He could feel right off the bat how wet were for him and it only fuelled his desire.

"Fuck," he rasped out, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips against yours once more before capturing them in another searing kiss, he was clearly as desperate as you were. His hands slid up your body, unbuttoning your shirt and unclasping your bra, blindly cupping your breasts in his palms.

His mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your jawline and across your neck before reaching your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, he twirled his tongue around the hardened bud, grazing slightly with his teeth before sucking on it gently, and then moved his mouth to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

"God," he groaned against your skin, letting go of you momentarily to run his hand over the length of his cock through his pants. The rough fabric scraping against his swollen head is almost unbearable for him. "I need you so fucking bad."

"I need you too," You admitted, filled with need and a noticeable lack of hesitation, you rolled your skirt up, bunching it up over your hips, exposing your wet panties, making sure to not move too much so the motorcycle wouldn't tumble, your thighs were over his, but his pants, boxers and your panties were still in the way.

Anakin tore his eyes away from your body, taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you again. He reached down between the two of you and grasped onto his cock through his pants, he couldn't take it anymore. With one swift motion, he unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, pulling his cock free, letting it spring up, the cool air making him gasp slightly. — he was harder than ever, his tip red and swollen, leaking precum already.

You whimpered in empathy at the sight, your mouth watered, but to be fair, you were too damn horny to just suck him off, so you rose your hips, hovering above him as he still straddled the bike, making it easier for him to have access.

Anakin's cock visibly twitched as you positioned yourself over him, the friction of your bodies together almost unbearable. He reached up to cup one of your breasts again while he used his other hand to guide himself towards your wet heat.

"Please," he begged softly against your skin, his fingers lightly teasing a hardened nipple as his cockhead pressed insistently against your wet panties. "I need this."

You rocked your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cockhead through your panties as you nod in consent. "Y-yeah, please."

Anakin took that as his cue, using one hand to slide down your body until he was holding onto your hips. He leant forward slightly and reached between the two of you again, taking hold of your flimsy panties in his fist before giving them a sharp tug, they come off with a soft ripping sound, exposing your wet pussy, his cockhead was now fully nestled between your wet pussy lips, it felt so damn good, and it looked even better.

The mere friction and the sight of his cock rubbing against your pussy made you moan slightly, you lifted your hips more, so he could guide and slide his cock inside you.

Anakin's breath hitched as he guided the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit to gather some wetness before pressing forward slowly, feeling the tight heat enveloping him, he kept his eyes on the scene, observing your pussy slowly stretching around his cock. "Fuck, that's it, just like that."

You moaned softly again, both due to the feeling and the praise, as you felt every inch of his cock as he slid in. One of your hands held on to him, and to the bike with the other.

Once fully sheathed inside you, and after giving you some seconds to adjust, he braced his arms on either side of you as he started thrusting slowly into your wet pussy. The sensation indescribable, and he knew it was only going to get better.

"God, you're tight baby," he groaned out loud, tilting his head back with a shudder that ran through him at the sheer pleasure. He picked up the pace, driving deeper inside of you with each powerful stroke, his hips slamming against yours in time with rhythm.

"Just like that Ani, right there." You moaned in response against his neck as he kept fucking into you, your thighs still firm against his, the motorcycle was incredibly firm under both, rocking a bit but nothing dangerous.

Anakin moaned low in his throat, feeling you milking the head of his cock with each downstroke. He began thrusting harder and faster now, lost to the sensation of having you wrapped around him so tightly.

"That's it, baby, that's it, you're taking me so, so good." he praised against your skin as he took firmer hold of your hips, moving you up and down on his cock in a satisfying rhythm for both.

"B-baby it feels so good-"

Anakin groaned out loud, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he began pounding into you harder still. He could feel himself getting close already, the familiar pressure building in his balls and behind his cock.

"I know it does," he coos back at you, nipping lightly at your earlobe before dragging his teeth down to nip softly on your neck.

As soon as one of Anakin's hands slid between your bodies to rub your clit, you were a goner, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer, your pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock.

Anakin felt you going tense around him, the knowledge that you were close enough to orgasm sent his own desire skyrocketing. He started thrusting harder into your tight heat as he continued rubbing your clit in tight circles.

"Cum for me, c'mon pretty girl, cum for me," he incited against your skin, nipping lightly at your neck before soothing it with a soft kiss. The combination of his rough love and gentle affection pushed you over the edge as you finally gave in to the pleasure coursing through you.

The sudden tightening of your pussy sent him over the edge as well. He groaned loudly into your neck as he came inside of you, his hot seed filling you up with every pulse. "Fuck," he whispered roughly against your skin, holding onto you tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you."

You let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend in a hug, feeling his cock twitch inside your pussy due to the after orgasm. "I love you too."

Anakin returned the hug tightly, feeling your warmth envelop him. He leant his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, still trembling slightly from the intensity of the sex.

"God," he whispered softly into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss there. "that was... fucking incredible."

"It really was." You agree, whimpering as you slid his soft cock out of your pussy with a soft pop, a bit of his cum dripping out. "we should probably head back home before we get caught, though."

"You're right," he whispered back as he nodded in amusement, reaching down to wipe off any remaining cum on your legs, pushing it back inside with his fingers, earning another moan from you. "Let's head home."

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reminiscingtonight · 11 months

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Glitch

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 869

[WOSO Masterlist]

For someone who travels so often, it’s quite astonishing how much you actually hate doing so.

One would think that after flying from city to city at least once every couple of weeks you would be used to it, but even all these years down the line you still hate it with a burning passion.

Living on a different continent from your family only makes it all the more work, the off season often coming with more than a couple of flights taking you to visit friends and family before returning to the gloomy place you’ve come to call home.

Despite arriving late last night, jet lag has kept you wide awake. With only your thoughts and the gradually lighting sky keeping you company, you quietly chop at the fruits in front of you. It’s rare to find yourself awake at such an early time, so you make due with the peace that surrounds you.

So focused on preparing your smoothie, you don’t hear the click of your bedroom door opening. Nor do you hear the soft padding of feet making their way across the hardwood floors.

You barely hold in your squeak when you feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist.

“What are you doing up so early?”

The words are yawned into your ear, its owner gluing themselves against your back. She’s comfy and warm, making you want to melt right into the body behind you, but you try to hold strong.

“I’m making you a smoothie,” you respond instead, purposefully not answering the question.

You can feel Leah smile against your neck, lips lazily peppering kisses against your skin. “You should come back to bed,” she husks in response.

“You only have one thing on your mind, I swear.” Snorting, you move to grab the abandoned fruits, but Leah’s arms tighten against you, preventing you from escaping her grasp. “Leah.”

“(Y/N),” Leah teases, mocking the way you said her name.

Spinning around, you come face to face with a beaming grin. Despite the sleepiness still etched across Leah’s face, it’s easy to see the amusement sparkling in her eyes.

Huffing out a breath, you try to scoot around the blonde, but Leah acts fast to block you. Using your position to her advantage, she backs you up until your back hits the counter, nowhere left to go.

“You are a menace.” You laugh, arms coming up to wrap around the back of Leah’s neck. The blonde grins, face coming even closer to yours.

“Can you blame me? You’ve been gone for days. You’re never allowed to leave me for that long again.” If confronted about it Leah would deny it, but it sounds a lot like a whine as she complains about your brief time spent apart.

“Careful there, you sound like you’re falling in love with me, Williamson.”

Leah brushes away your tease. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a two thousand one hundred and ninety day one night stand.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, not even bothering to question how she came up with the number on the spot. “I must be some one night stand then.”

This entire time Leah’s been inching closer and closer to you. By the time you say those last words, her lips are just millimeters away from your own.

“You’re the best one night stand,” she whispers, and just like that, she finally closes the gap between the two of you.

You all but melt into the kiss, body burning all over from where she’s touching you. Your eyes are all dazed and dreamy when Leah finally pulls back, and the glint in her eyes tells you she knows exactly what effect she has on you.

“Cat got your tongue?” She teases, fingers coming up to wipe up some pretend drool on your face.

“We’ve been over this. It’s not cute to nickname your own tongue ‘cat’,” you deadpan, ignoring the way Leah instantly starts stuttering.

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

It’s your turn to grin as Leah pouts at you.

The arm previously wiping at your face drops to the counter, effectively retrapping you between Leah and the counter. Your eyes briefly drop to the arms enclosing you before fixing themselves on Leah’s face again.

“Aren’t you glad we weren’t able to sweat each other out?” You hum, fingers playing with the hairs on the back of Leah’s neck.

Both of you can remember it like it was yesterday. You joining the team. The instant spark of attraction between the two of you. It was easy to justify sleeping together with nullifying the growing tension building between you guys as each day progressed.

You were both fools to think one time would be enough.

You can feel her shiver against you, eyes dropping to your lips again. “Six years worth of trials and still going. Wanna see if we can sweat it out again?”

It’s one of the worst pick up lines she’s ever used on you but it still works all the same.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” you mumble before reconnecting your lips.

And this time when Leah tries to pull you back to bed with her, you follow.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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billskeis · 5 months

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Hey so could you write a fluff type fox with either demon/ghost or vampire tom but like based off of In my room by ICP (insane clown posse)? Or other way around with reader being the ghost/demon/vampire creature.

Only if you’re comfy with it though!

(As always, ur one of my fav writers! Keep doing what you enjoy)💕💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 vampire bf tom

as you slipped yourself into your bed, you immediately got into the comfiest position that let’s you go to bed the quickest you can. drifting into sleep, you find yourself yet wide awake once more.

there’s tapping at the window, it’s him.

you’ve gotten yourself a visitor for the past few nights since you moved into your new apartment. living by yourself find you to be an easy target.

for someone who’s not human.

he introduced himself as tom kaulitz, and what’s totally weird about him was that he only ever came when it was dark.

you found it completely and utterly useless that he taps on your window because he just emerges from the dark corner where the moonlight was blocked out by your closet.

he was quite handsome you had to admit. black braids. a black bandana, black baggy clothes, the lip piercing that accompanies the side of his bottom lip was also black.

clearly there was a pattern here, but you didn’t mind. black was sexy.

the first night you met him you of course tried to knock him out assuming that he was an intruder and to your multiple failed events, heard him out.

he was a vampire, a lonely vampire who just sought out comfort in the night. he was talking about blood of course.

being that you kinda have a hero complex offered him to feed off you in order to make sure he doesn’t try to feed off other human beings and killing them.

he assures you though he would never go that far into feeding to kill someone, but you never know how true that is.

“hey doll, were you just heading to bed? i’m sorry,” he sounded genuinely apologetic, “no it’s fine.. just had a long day. work was rough.”

you got up from the bed and immediately brought him into your embrace, he hugs you back tight. letting go, he looks into your eyes and smile.

“you look awfully pretty tonight, such a shame you go to bed when you should be showing yourself off,” he caresses the side of your neck with his left hand, right on your waist.

his touch was cold, but in a way, comforting.

“you flatter me too much tom, hungry?” you ask as you lean your neck to the side a bit, giving him access to finally feed.

“m’ starving..”

the side of your neck throbbed, some part of it hurt, but it also felt good. you took pride in knowing that such a hot ass vampire would come to feed off of you and stay, listening to your promise of not feeding off others.

“you okay baby? i did take a bit more than i did last time..” you shook your head at him as you laid down in your bed looking at one another, “i’ve gone through worse,” “promise? “i promise tom.”

you took a braid into your hand and twirled it around your finger, you stared at the motion happening in your hands until you looked at tom who was attentively still staring at you, never breaking contact.

he reached out his arm to pull your body closer to his, the cool sensation of his skin is not akin to yours, but it just felt oh so right. the two of you basically hugged each other so closely, cuddling, limbs tangled together not wanting to be untwined.

you feel his breath onto your neck as his head rests in the crevice of it. he takes a sharp, deep inhale, clearly loving the scent you give off to him. you find it a little weird he does this but,

he’s a vampire after all.

“m’ gonna go to sleep tom, goodnight..” he kisses the side of your neck that he left a bite mark on, then caressing your back with the arm that held you together, “goodnight princess,” he said, his movements on your body allowing you to finally drift into sleep.

you wake up to the warm daylight of the morning with birds chirping, feeling around your bed you are met with emptiness. he’s gone, you don’t really mind it as the two of you solely know and are with one another because of a deal.

but another part of you wishes it could be something more, yearning for his presence once more.

you get up to do your morning routine and plan the day out in your head mentally, attempting to busy yourself as much as possible so night would come faster.

after the sun comes up, he makes his leave. it’s always been like this.. well, of course, sun is harmful to vampires and you weren’t able to prevent that from happening.

but if you had it your way, the fucking sun would be gone.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x reader #2000s #fyp

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lovedazai · 2 years

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DOMESTIC MOMENTS

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, tecchou

DAZAI ー dazai loves to sleep. specifically, he loves to sleep next to you. the hum of your voice and your gentle touch is far sweeter to wake up to than the sound of his alarm, and he selfishly basks in your attention for as long as possible. “osamu〜” you trace down the bridge of his nose, booping it. “it’s time to get up.” your lips brush his forehead, then his nose. he forces back his smile as he waits for you to reach his lips, furrowing his brows when it never comes. he blinks open his eyes to be met with your smile. “i knew you were awake.” his pout stays even after you finally give him a proper kiss. “that was mean. you always see through me, don’t you?” he dramatically sighs as he drapes himself over you, tangling your legs together. he’s not letting you go so soon; if it were up to him, he would laze around with you for the rest of his life (and after that, too).

CHUUYA ー the cheap takeout containers looked out of place in chuuya’s luxury apartment, but the situation felt so normal he almost didn’t know how to act. later that night, he would return to the depths of yokohama as a port mafia executive, but eating dinner with you, he was just chuuya, the person. your mouth is full of gyoza, cheeks puffed and sauce smeared against your lips. you offer him a piece when you catch him staring, holding out your chopsticks for him. “say ahh〜” he tries to frown but your grin is contagious, and he takes a bite just to not give in to it. he daps your mouth with a napkin as he chews, pinching your cheek. you thank him with another smile, stealing a pepper from his meal. he never thought he'd be able to relate to the civilian couples he saw, cherishing something as simple as eating dinner, but he thinks maybe they're onto something.

RANPO ー you’re still snuggled in bed when ranpo returns to the bedroom and places a plate of pancakes in front of you, decorated with pieces of fruit and dollops of whipped cream. “ta-da!” he makes himself comfy next to you as you start to eat, swallowing down butterflies at the thought of your praise. he usually wasn’t one to bother with cooking, but he wouldn’t be the self-proclaimed world’s greatest boyfriend if he didn’t. “these are so good! you’re the best, ranpo!” he grins. “aren’t i? my turn!” he opens his mouth, waiting for you to feed him a bite. you share the treat until only one strawberry remains on the plate. “you can have it,” you offer. “you worked so hard to make breakfast, after all.” it’s a tempting offer, and normally he wouldn’t hesitate, but this is you. he stabs it with the fork, handing it over. you eat it with a smile, kissing him in thanks; your lips taste like strawberry juice, and it’s even better than the real thing.

FYODOR ー fyodor gets up before you every morning. he straightens the sheets on his side of the bed and tucks you further into yours, leaving you with a kiss on your head. today, he patiently watches you sleep; the warmth of you snuggled against him rivals his morning cup of tea and he decides to stay, just for a little longer. he admires the way your hair knots on his fingers as he soothes the strands, and smiles at how you subconsciously arch further into his chest when his cold hands grazes the skin of your back. he almost feels bad when his doting finally wakes you up. “good morning, my dear.” his chapped lips press a kiss to your cheek. he’s half way out of bed when your arm is tugging him back down. “don’t leave.” he raises an eyebrow at you. there’s lines of code to be written, plans to make sure get followed through, but they weren’t looking up at him with irresistibly rosy cheeks and batting eyelashes the way you were. “fine,” he sighs, like he couldn’t use some more rest, too. “only for a little longer.”

TECCHOU ー getting out of bed without waking up tecchou wasn’t easy, and you smile after successfully doing so. you start your skincare routine quietly. it’s when you’re rinsing the cleanser off your face, dapping it dry with a towel, that you finally notice tecchou standing in the doorway. if the cold water didn’t wake you up, that certainly did. he was cuter than usual, with sleepy eyes and especially messy hair, but he still startles you. “you left.” he says simply. he watches you finish your routine through your reflections in the mirror as he starts to brush his teeth, asking questions about what you’re using. “i didn't think you’d be interested in skincare.” you’re surprised at how serious he looks when he shakes his head. “it’s important to know your partner’s routines,” he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head as you put on moisturizer. “and i like watching you. you’re pretty.”

p.s.! thank u sm to kat + hana for the help <3 !!

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luffyvace · 4 months

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BUGGY HEADCANONS

Wrote this on a whim when I remembered how much I liked this guy 😎

Buggy stans, assemble!!

I love buggy and I don’t talk about it enough

but like he needs more screen time

he has a decent amount I just wanna see him more :)

onto hcs!

buggy is a guy who wants to be confident but isn’t so he fakes it but you can tell

at first he’s just as phony towards you but as time goes on he opens up to you

you try to convince him he can be himself around everyone, especially his own crew he but still thinks he has to put on a show

its what he does best afterall!

buggy is subtly physical affectionate, for example, resting his hand on your waist

or putting a hand on your head

him being more flashy would be giving you a big kiss

he dips you and makes a “mmmmwah!” sound so you know it’s for show when in public

other times he does it to be playful

Another grand love gesture he does is sit you on his lap or shoulder

the man’s got some good muscle so he can hold you not matter your weight 💗

He likes make a game or show out of a lot of things you do for fun

he won’t do it if it bothers you

but he makes you laugh so much how can you not like it??

buggy doesn’t really like anyone seeing him without paint/makeup on

he gets up like really early, around 4-5 to do it

he doesn’t even want you to see very often

he says he doesn’t feel ‘buggy’ without it

ngl cabaji and mohji are wonder how buggy bagged you?? 🤨🤨

like your so fine (yes you are idc abt your opinion of yourself, You. Are. Fine.)

lowkey buggy be wondering too..😗

buggy always talks to you before bed.

he like, caresses your hair and whispers in your ear

he’s not tryna do it in a suggestive way

like in a way where he’s trying to comfort you or lull you to sleep

”how’s your day been lovely?”

“I wish I coulda been there to punch that sucker in the face. you did not deserve that.” /

“That’s good honey, why don’t you go ahead and get yourself some sleep?”

“What about me? Oh sugar don’t worry about me, you just go ahead and get some shuteye”

he kisses you atop your head as you two snuggle up and fall asleep

YOU GUYS ARE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE

just for the record it took a WHILE before buggy got that smooth 😊

like he had to get comfy in the relationship before he could even think to say any of that without cringing at himself

at first he was a lowkey stuttering, blushing mess

buggy enjoys if you help him wash his hair, especially the part where you massage his scalp 😍

he loves it,

it’s his favorite part

if you wanna do his makeup tho..😗

your gonna need the rest of the crew to pitch in on a plan to capture all of buggy’s separated limbs for that one 😋

courtesy of the straw hats for giving you that idea

he’ll grumble and frown as you wash away his old makeup and apply a fresh layer :)

he’s not mad at you tho

He’s just going to kill his men once your finished 🤗

buggy is a pirate captain so he likely has a ship cook

which be thankful for that..

becauseeee this man could probably never cook in a million years..

anyway buggy’s main love languages are physical touch

because it’s easy to display his love for you

and sometimes he would make a show out of it ;)

acts of service

because I mean he just oh so loves to serve his sweet darlin’!

he lives for it even!

he lives to bring people joy and laughter from his shows

why would that be any different, especially with you??

and gift giving too

this is mostly for if he has a more so materialistic/superficial s/o

who likes the luxurious life and being pampered

or he might just get you stuff to see that big ol’ smile of yours 💛

he may be a coward sometimes

but he’s always a man in the sense of being a gentleman

It happens a lot but he gets really upset when his crew ruins what was supposed to be a romantic date for you

like picture it: everything’s going well

your dressed up and feel confident and buggy is too

you both sit down at a private reservation to a restaurant he rented

he takes your hands and kisses them as you both giggle and stare at each other, with hearts practically in your eyes

then the waiter comes in :)

*sniff sniff* “what..can I get you?..” 😢

”CABAJI?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WHERES THE WAITER??”

”well you said do anything possible to rent this place since we didn’t have enough money..*sniff* so we had to sell Richie” 😭😭😭

”ARE YOU SERIOUS?! SO WHERES THE STAFF??”

”well you said you were renting it out so they thought you needed it for a party or something..not for a date” *sniffles*

buggy was practically on FIRE 😂

all bro wanted was a romantic date

but instead he had to go search for a LION 🤦‍♀️

Well you spent the rest of your day tracking down the restaurant staff and richie

and trust me that was a hassle

Everyone was tired and ready to give up but cabaji kept begging and crying

eventually you found the restaurant staff!…..forming they’re own circus..with richie..who was also crying

you had to fight the staff to get richie back

and they were unexpectedly strong

yeah at the end of the day you and buggy were tired and went to be early

he keeps it in his notes never to ask his crew to help him with a date again..

LOL

another topic :)

i feel buggy would really like receiving massages

like back/shoulder ones specifically

rub some lotion in his back and that’s the ultimate way to calm a angry buggy 💗

he really appreciates when you do this

he’ll return the favor too

more likely to come in the form of gifts than another massage

but if you state that’s how you’d like to be repaid he wouldn’t mind at all

in fact he’d be quite good at giving massages

especially since he can simply separate a hand or too so he can continue to manage his crew 💖

buggy likes to put you in his acts

He teaches you everything he knows and is really proud of you when you impress the crowd or master a skill

he’s very supportive and patient in that sense

and when I say the word ‘patience’ is reserved for you I mean it

he prioritizes you a lot even if he can’t afford the L he’s about to take in order to impress you

refer back to the failed date where he couldn’t actually rent the restaurant

🤪

and don’t get me wrong buggy isn’t broke or anything

it’s just he gets expensive when pampering you

like buying you lavish resorts, cruises and any other thing you could possibly want

he thinks you higher than him, better.

And in a attempt to get you to stay he gives you reasons!

lavish dates! Comfort! Happiness and laughter!

a part of him thinks you’d leave if he didn’t do those things

that you wouldn’t love him for just him and that it must be for the show

later on in the relationship when he explains that’s how he feels and opens up to you

you’ll definitely reassure and correct him about your love for him

that you’d love him even if he was a bum, nobody and total loser

he tries not to tear up but he’s tearing up

btw if you don’t like being in the spotlight/stage

he doesn’t mind :)

will occasionally try to push you out of your shell—

“your a star baby! Your meant to shine!”

”people would love you! You should at least try!”

—but he won’t force you <3

he’ll give you a front row seat to his acts and look for you to see if your smiling/laughing during the big act/climax of the show

he definitely values your opinion way over other’s and a lot of the time even his own

even more so if your intelligent

he might ask you to at least be a volunteer for his acts even if you prefer to be in the crowd

and you accept sometimes, to make him happy 😊

or maybe you work backstage!

like on spotlight or curtains!

maybe you made the props, if your an artist you may have painted them!

He compliments you on it too!

”ya worked wonders with that spotlight baby!”

“Really all I did was move it around..😅”

“Still ya did great! You’ve got a great sense of timing!

Or it may go more like this:

“The props looked wonderful tonight hun!”

”really? Thanks! It took a while!”

”hard work shows! almost stood out more than your smilin’ face in the crowd, my dear!”

WHO KNEW I COULD WRITE FOR BUGGYYY 😍😍

I LOVE THE WAY THESE TURNED OUT!! SO PROUD OF MYSELF 💪💪

Hope you enjoyed the hcs :) I really liked this experimental style I did<3

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ohmykiyo · 11 months

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🪦 title ; cuddles w/ hq boys :) genre ; fluff warnings ; lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, konoha, akaashi, kita 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; felt cuddly today, and i miss my boys so heres this my loves :) reqs are open!

SAKUSA shuffles lightly under the covers of your shared bed. he's quiet.. almost too quiet. you don't seem to notice as you're scrolling through instagram sleepily.

he's pouting. he knows you can't see it, but as his girlfriend, you should at least feel his clinginess radiating right now. but you pay no mind.

he groans loudly, which catches your attention.

"what's wrong, kiyo?" you mumble, stifling a yawn.

he sneers at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "how're you gonna ask me that without looking at me?"

you roll your eyes. sakusa couldn't see it due to the dark, but he felt it. finally turning your body to face him, you ask again. "what's wrong, baby?"

he stills. silence fills the air. it's not awkward, more like.. comfortable. but, the tension sakusa feels right now is enough to make it awkward.

"'m cold." he mutters.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "but you're under the covers, my love?"

his pout deepens, he's gonna have to say it since you don't get the hint.

in reality, you do. you just wanna hear his small pleas.

he frowns, "wanna cuddle you."

your lips turn up into a grin, drawing wobbly hearts on his bicep with your index.

"c'mere then, baby." you laugh, your arms opening up.

he crawls scoots towards you excitedly. snuggling close, he lets out a content sigh.

he finally turns in for the night, resting peacefully beside his lover.

SUNA yawns tiredly as he walks into your shared home. he smiles slightly at the sight of you on the couch.

you're immersed in some tv series, popping chips in your mouth every few minutes.

he says a little "i'm home!" to grab your attention.

the moment you heard his voice, you jumped up cheerfully. "rin!"

you engulf him in a comforting hug, and he indulges in it. taking in your scent, he whispers, "missed you, pretty."

your cheeks turn red before shoving him gently. he only smirks at your reaction, poking your cheek.

"i missed you, too." you smile. you notice the slight slump of his shoulders and his exhausted eyes.

he is definitely in need of cuddles.

you stare at him intently, "get into your pj's, rin, come cuddle me."

him being absolutely in love with you, follows your orders. walking into the bedroom and shortly coming out in his pj's which coincidentally matched with yours.

"i'm waiting, baby." he smiles, leaning on the hallway wall.

you had just finished cleaning up, so you happily skip to his tall figure.

he grabs hold of your hand before leading you into the bedroom and placing you on the comfy bed.

you open your arms, ready to wrap them around his neck as he lays his head on your chest.

"tiring day?"

he nods, placing soft kisses to your chest and collarbone before going dead silent.

he rests easy, falling asleep to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

ATSUMU lays sprawled out on the bed. he seems to be getting more and more irritated as he waits for you.

you, his perfect little lover, were taking your time doing your skincare. you did this every night meticulously, even on nights when atsumu was needy for your touch.

you hear him from the bathroom, groaning and whining, growing impatient at your slow ass.

"babe, ya might as well kill me while yer doin' allat." he complains.

you scoff, "'tsumu stop being a brat."

he only huffs, a visible pout on his lips.

you finally pack away your skincare products, walking into the bedroom where your petty boyfriend lays.

"'m here now, 'tsumu." you call, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

he looks at you for a brief moment, then looks back up at the ceiling. "go back to the bathroom since ya wanna take 30 fuckin' years doin' god knows what." he says, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"oh really? don't mind if i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence." he growls, now sitting up. he stares at you, expectantly.

"whaddya want, 'tsum? you keep staring." you smile sheepishly.

"get the fuck into bed? what're ya doin' just standin' there?" he huffs, "i'm gettin' cold."

you hear the last part, you don't think you were meant to but you did.

smiling cheekily, you take your place beside him, scooting closer to his warm body.

"if you're cold, cuddle me back." you say, nudging your head into his side. he groans dramatically, but complies anyway.

he places a gentle kiss to your head, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist securely.

"g'night, ma princess." he whispers, drifting off.

he sleeps like a baby, your small breaths soothing him.

KONOHA taps on his table impatiently. he's been doing a shit ton of school work and it's stressing him out more than usual.

he sighs, tired and needing a little pick-me-up, he chooses to search for you.

he walks out of his room and shuffles around the house before finding you in the kitchen, watching something on your phone.

"hi, my love." he whispers, hands finding their way to your shoulders. you look up at him, a smile on your face. you put your phone down before getting up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"you okay, aki?" you ask, caressing the nape of his neck.

he lets out a dejected sigh, slumping a little and laying his head on your shoulder. "tired." he mumbles.

you pinch his cheek gently before bringing him into his bedroom.

plopping him down on the soft sheets, you lay beside him, placing his head carefully on your plush thighs.

konoha lets out another sigh, this time a content one. he takes your hand before laying it on his chest as he caresses it with his thumb.

"you sure know me well, don't you, love?" he smiles, looking up at you. you only nod, running your fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

"take it easy, baby." you whisper.

that was the last thing he head before falling asleep to your warm touch.

AKAASHI waits quietly, his eyes gliding over the words on the book he's currently reading.

he's patient, he waits and waits as you finish up getting ready for bed. his favorite time of the day was when you're incredibly tired and come to him being all affectionate.

he loved that. seeing you all clingy for his touch just warmed his heart.

he finally looks up from his book as you flick off the light to the bathroom. "you ready for bed, my love?"

you nod, a yawn escaping your lips. you make your way to his side, laying there as if you're a dead body. still and unmoving.

he pokes your side, putting his book away. "you're forgetting something, sweetheart." he whispers.

you look up at him with tired eyes, snuggling closer to his chest as you mumble a quiet "goodnight, my love." before he pulls you closer.

he smiles at your sleepy face, pressing one last kiss to your head before dozing off as well.

KITA watches you intently as you get the bed ready for the both of you to sleep in. "i could've done that, y'know?" he says.

you look up at him blankly before continuing to fix up the bed, "you're tired, and you had a long day."

his eyes widen. he didn't think you'd notice.

but the slump of his shoulders and the tired red eyes were enough to give it away.

you pick up the blanket, settling in between the blanket and the bed. you pat the empty stop beside you, motioning for him to get in as well.

a small and unnoticeable smile makes its way to his lips. 'i'm so lucky.' he thought.

he takes his place beside you. you extend your arm for him to lay on, and he complies happily. moving his arm to hold your waist, he mumbles a little "i love you".

your hand makes its way to his cheek, caressing the soft skin gently. you smile, muttering a quiet "i love you more".

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starliights-shining · 11 months

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Bayverse Megatron and Optimus prime w gn cybertronian crush

Where he gets asked by reader's old friend, "Are you their conjux?" Cause apparently anyone who knows reader well enough knows that they're into large mechs who can definitely dominate them.

Also also, reader reluctantly explaining to him as to why he got asked that question

Hi hi! SOrry this took so long to come out, but don't worry its here now! I hope this is what you were looking for, Enjoy :)

Charaters: Bayverse! Optimus Prime, Bayverse! Megatron

Warnings: Megatron got a small spice kick at the end other than that none

Optimus Prime

He'd questin why the Bot is asking him and not you, but then wouldn't really be worried about it.. He might wounder if you two look that comfy and cozy with each other. He'll bring it up to you, expecting it to be some simple and easy mistake, but is a little worried and confussed when you hesitate to tell him why they asked him. Honestly I feel like he'd find it just a tad bit funny and would even ask if they assume things like this alot. With Optimus I feel like its all light hearted.

You spent a lot of time around Optimus Prime, I mean he is leading the autobots in a battle over Earth. The same battles that were in and the same battles he asks for your expert opinions in, So of course you spent a lot of time with him. Helms clicking together as you both looked at the same holo projected map of the battle fields. If you asked anyone from an outside perspective they’d say you two looked quite cozy for just ‘co-workers’, which gets you in this situation. Face to face with them as they ask why that boy asked if he was your Conjux.

His cobalt optics staring down at you, you could feel them watching, taking in every bit of your small frame while you thought about how to tell him the reason. Your processor moving quicker than you can actually keep up with. You felt yourself shrinking into your frame, shoulder plating coming up to touch your audio receptors, you honestly didn’t want to be in this situation. If they could have just kept their mouth shut and not said a single thing, you could have your feelings and further more information to yourself. Your optics searched for answers in the surroundings.

“So, I would like for you to answer.”

Your optics flickered back over to him, locking with his blue optics, those same blue optics that seemed to be searching yours for an answer. You thought more, you could just turn around and walk away, or maybe say it super fast so he doesn’t understand, or you could ‘man up’ as Sam would say and tell him the real reason. You sighed, lowering your shoulders and moving closer to him. Your servos go to grab his and you look down at him. Studying the grey metal and all their scars. You finally look back up at him, Squinting your optics as you smile sweetly.

“Promise you won’t be upset or mad or weirded out or,”

He cut you off.

“I swear.”

You smiled, letting out a small sigh, you guess now is the time.

“They asked you because they know,”

You trailed off, the one thing you were trying not to do, because primus knows how hard it is for you to get back onto the same sentence.

“They know what?”

He was confused, which is valid, he has every right to be confused. He should be so confused that he doesn’t want to know why they asked him such a question. It would make your life so much easier right now.

“They know,”

You took a deep breath, the thought to just spit it out crossing your processor.

“They know I’m into bigger mech who can like totally dominate me in any situation whatsoever.”

You took your chance, a sigh leaving you. You now stood servo in servo with the Autobot leader with a terrible poster, helm looking straight at the ground between the two of you and your optics squeezed shut.

You heard him chuckle, the sound causing you to open one optic and peek up at him.

“What nonsense, all this for that.”

You were awestruck, stuck looking up at the ‘larger totally dominating’ mech frozen. You could hear him talking, see his mouth moving, a smile gracing his features but you can’t hear him. He gave your servos a light squeeze, bringing you back to him.

“Don’t fret, this will not change my views on you.”

You let out a relieving sigh, a small smile forming on your face.

“It enhances my views of you.”

Megatron

Is confussed, gives the Con who asked the question an evil look and pushes them away. Honestly I think he'd take it as in insult. He'd say something like, "You think me, Lord Megatron, Is soft to some random Con." He truly thinks they saw him as weak, weak enough to have a conjux, he cannot concern himself with such minor things during this war. When he brings it up to you about being asked, he'll just stare at you, waiting for some or any response. After explaining he'll take it as a completement that they asked, and even thought he looked dominating.

Once again you find yourself in the questioning crossfire of your leader, Megatron, after one of your dearly beloved Cons let their mouth slip. Asking Lord megatron if he is your conjux, landing you this great conversation with the war criminal. He seemed uninterested, more concerned on why they’d think he’d marry and have a weakness during such a turning point within the war. His optics actually hadn’t even landed on you, more concerned with Starscream.

He trailed off, punching and pulling things off Starscream while also yelling at the Mech. He just so happened to be doing the one thing that got him asked the question. Your smaller frame standing in front of the ruble Megatron called his ‘throne’ watching as he ‘dominated and controlled’ the screamer. His assault came to an end, pushing Starscream away with his foot and saying something about him being useless, oh well not really what you were focused on.

Your optics stared at the leader, his back turned to you as he let out audible intakes, you could see his frame moving up and down from where you stood. The damage from his fights with the Autobots shows you the wear and tear of him. Besides his face the only thing that drew your attention was his wound, the gaping gash peeking over his shoulder plating with its screeching red and fire orange melted end, the little bot critter trying his hardest to put him back together. He stretched, showing off the movement of his joints and other moving metal, he turned around, facing you. That face mixed with displeasure and satisfaction traveling into his optics as he looked down on you. Your own optics not paying much attention to his, just taking in the way he frame looked, traveling all over his chest plating and then down to his midsection, your optics taking the way his midsection tapered into his hips, primus you loved it.

“You do know why you’re here. Get to the point and start answering questions.”

Your optics flickered up to his, cherry red staring you down. You felt like you were shrinking, in a terribly good way. You would smile up at him, but seeing as his temper is already short, you didn’t. You brought your servo up to your mouth, letting out a throat clearing noise as you got ready to speak. You stepped up to the Mech, keeping a serious face, your mouth opened and then it hit you. You didn’t know exactly what to tell him, How to say it, and how to explain it. You looked away, for this might be the first time since you joined the Decepitcons you’ve held yourself back around him.

“Go on, I don’t have all day.”

You lifted your servo, squinting an eye and smiling, your optics looking up at him. He's just looking down at you, crimson optics staring holes into you, waiting for an answer. You thought you’d play with his time, the worst that could happen is he yells at you, stands over you, or kills you.

“What did you call me here for again?”

He scoffs, backing up and sitting in his, pile of trash, throne.

“Why was I asked if I'm your conjux.”

He slumped in his chair, manspreading out his ass and a servo coming up to support his helm. You froze, shoulders slumping, you wanted him, you wanted to sit in his lap and be dominated by him. You shook your helm, once again locking optics with him and sighed, why waste time when he already has you right here.

“They know that I like mech who can dominate at any time.”

Your voice got smaller and quieter the longer you talked, you were sure Megatron couldn’t hear what you said. You looked away from him, taking interest in the leftover scraps he pulled from Starscream, before you heard him hum. Your optics flickered back towards him, locking with his cherry red’s.

“Interesting.”

He didn’t seem upset or anything, more pleased. You guess it's because it sounded like a compliment, they thought he was your conjux because he looked dominating. So he has no need to be upset or angry at you, too bad the poor bot who asked barely got away after asking him that.

“Perhaps, I can show you true dominance.”

#stars writings #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #transformers bayverse #tf optimus prime #tf megatron #tf #optimus prime x reader #transformers optimus #optimus prime #megatron x reader #megatron #tf megatron x reader

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the-riddlers-glasses · 6 months

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I Want The Riddler Tonight ~ The Riddler/Edward Nashton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,756

Summary: Eddie was out cleaning the corrupt streets as the Riddler, and when he returned something in you decided that you wanted the Riddler to take control of you. Eddie’s always so gentle with you, but tonight you want something different.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI (fingering, giving oral, penetrative sex, dom!riddler, praise, aggression, climax denial) + brief mention of violence

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You were drifting to sleep, the room dimly lit by the soft moonlight peaking through a gap in the curtain. The bed was smooth and comfy on your skin, like you had fallen into a cotton candy cloud, so comforting. As you feel yourself falling into the dream state, you hear the keys jingling at the door to your apartment. Eddie you thought to yourself, a jolt of excitement rushing through your veins. Despite this excitement, you were far too exhausted to jump up and greet him, allowing him to come find you.

His footsteps were quiet on the floor, but you could hear the slight rustling of his Riddler costume as he approached the bedroom, taking a quick stop in the bathroom. You decided to get up and greet him, seeing as your excitement grew. You slowly got out of the warm covers that draped across your body, grabbing a cardigan from the end of the bed. You tiptoed towards the bathroom, where your eyes met in the mirror as he was removing his mask. You could see a smile grow on his face through the mask, as his eyes became smaller. He lifted the mask off his head to reveal his gorgeous face, cheeks slightly flushed. He reached for the saran wrap around his head.

“Want a hand with that?” You asked sweetly, placing your hand on top of the hand he reached for his head with.

He nodded and you helped remove the saran wrap from his hair, fluffing it back up with your fingers. Before you could finish fixing his hair, he swiftly turned around and swept you off your feet, into an embracing kiss. He put you back down, and flashed a smile.

“I got Colson. It was really easy” he giggled with a smirk, as he began to unbutton his dirty green jacket. “He’s going to be in a lot of trouble at the Mayor elect’s funeral” the malicious tone in his words filled the room with an unexplainable tension - not of the bad kind.

Eddie was compassionate and gentle with you, but right now you were craving something more. The power he displayed against corrupt authority figures was so intoxicating. You never saw that side of him, he was always cautious not to hurt you, but tonight you wanted him to hurt you. He was so confident and powerful in his Riddler getup, it sparked an idea in your head. You grabbed his hands, preventing him from taking off his jacket. You began buttoning it back up, and he gave you a puzzled look. You reached the top of his jacket, and placed your hands against his chest, leaning up towards his face.

“I want the Riddler to fuck me tonight” you whispered in his ear as you took your cardigan off and threw it to the floor. You ran your fingers through his hair seductively, “I’ve been a bad girl” you felt him tense up in your touch, he liked your words.

You didn’t need to say anymore, he pushed you against the bathroom wall, hands running up and down your body as he desperately made out with you. You could feel his growing bulge against your leg, moving your hips against it to tease him. He let out small moans between kisses, and one of his hands snaked up your body until it reached your neck, wrapping around it and tightening his grip.

“You’re going to be a good girl, understand?” He asked, inching closer to your face with lust clouded eyes.

You nodded, and he slipped his fingers into your mouth as he lent down to leave marks all over your neck. You let out a muffled moan.

“Let it out, baby. I want to hear you” he hummed, lips pressed against your neck, sending shivers down your body.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, placing a hot kiss against your lips as his hand reached down to your pants. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of your pants, making their way to your wet entry.

“God you’re so wet for me already” He growled out. ‘Pathetic” he added with a devilish grin on his face.

You were taken aback by his comment, equally enamoured with the power he held over you in this moment. Before your thoughts could travel any further, he slipped the full length of his fingers into your [cave]. You let out a moan into his neck as he began moving his finger in and out. The pace grew and you were a whimpering mess under his touch, he was swimming in the power, and you could see his rock hard bulge through his deep green pants.

Suddenly, he stopped and removed his fingers from you. You whined at the loss of contact as he bought up the fingers covered in your juices.

“Lick them clean” he demanded.

You did as he asked, never breaking eye contact with him once. A smirk grew across his face and you knew he was pleased. He harshly ran his fingers through your hair, gathering it into a fist and pulling your head pack to expose your neck. He ran his tongue along your neck, up to your ear. He stopped.

“Get on your knees” he whispered through breaths.

Of course you did as you were told, proving yourself a good girl to the Riddler. Your knees hit the cold tiled floor, and you looked up at the man towering over you. He unzipped his pants, and slightly pulled them down alongside his boxers. His cock sprung free, as he let out a deep breath.

“Suck it” he demanded.

You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it to tease him. He winched at the intense feeling. You slowly slid your mouth over his length, until it hit the back of your throat, making you moan around him. Your head moved up and down over his length, causing him to buck his hips to saviour the feeling.

“Fuuuck” he breathed out, encouraging you to continue pleasing him.

You picked up your pace, almost gagging on him. He grabbed the back of your head and began pushing himself in and out of your throat. You gagged and choked but the noises he was making were too good to resist. His pace sped up even more, and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. His warm liquid filled your throat, as the room was echoing with his whimpers and moans. He removed his member from your mouth and lent down towards your face.

“Swallow it like a good girl” he ordered.

You swallowed his warm cum and opened your mouth to show him.

“Such a good little slut” he said wiping the tear from your cheek and a slapping you across the face, causing you to let out a small moan.

He scooped you off the floor and into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed, crawling up in between your legs, grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them down. He looked at your thin black lace panties, and wrapped his fingers around the fabric, ripped them off with ease. He then crawled on top of you and snaked his hands behind your back, lifting your top over your head to expose your bare breasts.

He lent down and placed your right breast in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. He did the same to the other, and began making his way down your stomach, peppering your torso with wet, hot kisses. You couldn’t contain your lust, wriggling under his touch. He eventually reached your special place and stopped. He got up and positioned himself at your entrance and grabbed your thighs, meeting your desperate gaze.

“You want this?” He smirked.

“Y-yes” you replied, out of breath from desperation.

“Beg” he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he made strong eye contact with you.

“Please” you panted.

“Bad girl. That’s not how you beg” he seems disappointed with your efforts.

You knew exactly what would get him going. “Please Riddler, fuck me. I’ll be good” you said, looking into his eyes as they darkened with lust.

With that, his tip entered you and you breathed in quickly though your gritted teeth as you adjusted to the feeling. He slowly shoved his whole length into you, breathing heavily as the sensation of your tight walls met his shaft.

“You feel so good” he panted as he picked up his pace, rocking his hips into yours.

You moaned out in pure ecstasy and bucked your hips into his to get him deeper. He smirked at this, seeing how desperate you are under his control. He licked his fingers, and began circling your clit for extra stimulation. You were out of breath, aching for release. You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“No cumming until I say so” he moaned out forcefully.

You tried to hold yourself together, so overstimulated and desperate for climax, but you persevered to prove yourself worthy of the Riddler. His thrusts became sloppy, and you knew he was close.

His moaning got louder and louder until he shouted “cum for me.”

You both climaxed together and rode out your orgasms. He pulled out of you and leaned forward towards your face.

“Such a good girl for the Riddler” he said whilst grabbing your throat.

You bit your lip and pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes softened and you saw sweet Eddie once again.

“Let me clean you up” he said, walking to the bathroom to get a towel.

He returned and wiped up the mess between your legs, giving you a sweet smile. You got up and put some clothes on, whilst Eddie changed out of his Riddler clothes and into something more comfortable. He lay down on the bed and you lay on his chest.

“You did such a good job baby” you said, running your hand up and down his chest.

“It wasn’t too much? Did I hurt you?” He questioned, seeming genuinely concerned.

“No sweetheart, it was amazing. I would love the Riddler to fuck me again” you said with a giggle.

“I’m glad, I enjoyed it too” he said placing a kiss on your head.

You both fell asleep in each others arms, ready to spend another day together cleaning up Gotham. There was no one else in this cesspool of a city like Edward, or the Riddler, and you were lucky to have both.

#dano!riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano #the batman #batman #edward nashton smut

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bidisasterevankinard · 13 days

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for the prompts can you do 1 and 8 I feel like they fit so good together

Nonnie, it's a little got way from me (1211 words) because I have strong Tommy feels so. here you are(I know it's not just fluff and I'm so sorry)

Sometimes there are days Tommy just doesn’t want to get up from the bed. It can be simply because he is exhausted after a long and hard shift or because it’s rainy, and cool wind, which walks all around, makes his bones and old wounds ache. Those days are pretty easy to get through. Just take it easy, take painkillers, make sure you’re warm and watch Love, Actually in bed with cocoa. Simple and comfy.

But they're also days when he can’t get out of bed, not because of a little pain, or at least it’s not because of physical pain. There are days in his life when his head attacks him with memories of the army, or bad calls, or all the years he was looking for someone to love him, and, most importantly, for a reason to love himself. Because there were more than enough days he was rough, rude and just simply awful to himself. And all this darkness around him forever found a place in his heart and head, mainly staying low, being overpowered by his self-growth and reasons he founds to love himself anyway, by hanging outs with Eddie, sometimes with Chim and even Hen, and of course, by dates and smiles of Evan.

Evan, this adorable dork, found the way to give him the sun to light his life enough that darkness is scared to get out. But it still is waiting for the moment when he will be too distracted and unprotected to hit again.

Like today.

Yesterday was … a lot. He accidentally met his mother on the market where he went to get some good groceries for the meal he was planning to cook for Evan to make him feel good after the shift. The literal bumping into each other near the vegetables quickly became a screaming match, mostly from his mother’s part, because Tommy way long before stopped to try to to prove that just because he likes men, doesn't mean he's a bad person, or son, or chose the wrong way. Eventually, he just ran away from there.

Then the dish he tried to make burned because he was too distracted crying in his bathroom. He had to order take out.

And then Evan texted him that he couldn't come tonight because they had a long and hard call, and the only thing he wanted was to fall into his bed.They changed plans from a little dinner together yesterday to spending all day together today.

Yesterday ended as awful as it was all day. The nightmare of one of his close calls made him sleep badly after, turning half the night in his bed, trying to get the best position for sleeping, but not succeeding for more than two hours.

So, here he is, miserable and alone in his bed, looking at the clock which shows him that Evan will be here in less than five minutes, but he is still in his bed, in his the most comfy, but really old hoodie and boxers.

Tommy kind of wishes Evan would text him now and rain check again, not wanting to drag the man into his mess, but of course as he thinks about this, Evan opens the door.

“Hey, sleepy beauty, I brought us coffee and your favorite burgers from this cafe you like so much,” Evan’s voice, as always sunny as his face and smile, spreads throughout the small house.

The sound of the sneakers being taken off, then steps to the, as Tommy suspects kitchen, as next he hears sounds of the plates taken out. Next he hears footsteps again and then his bedroom’s door is open, to reveal his boyfriend in his dark skin jeans and burgundy hoodie, Tommy pretty sure Evan was wearing during the tour.

“Hey,” Evan smiles at him, putting plates and coffee on his nightstand, and sits down near his face, putting his hand to stroke his hair.

Tommy will never admit he melts into the touch. But he melts and ready to purr like a kitten being pet.

“Are you having a blanket burrito day?”

“Blanket burrito day?”

“Yeah. I call the bad days, when I can’t get out of the bed because of my leg or because of bad mood, or both, ‘blanket burrito day’,” Evan kisses his forehead. “Are you having this today or you just want me to jump into your bed?” his boyfriend smirks and winks at him and Tommy smiles a little too.

He knows he can joke about that. Say that yes, it was his way to get Evan into his bed and maybe make out or even something more, but he doesn’t want something like that.

He needs someone to hold him. Just hold him and show him he’s not alone and it will get better.

“Can you hug me?” Tommy doesn't like how small his voice sounds and he hates how quick he folded looking at his boyfriend who with one glance knew he was having a bad day. “If-if it’s ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course it’s ok. I love cuddles,” Evan smiles at him, taking his jeans off and lying down behind him, putting his hands around his waist.

He makes sure Tommy can feel himself touching every part of Evan’s big body behind him and Tommy wants to cry from the feeling of being safe. Protected. Loved.

They stay like that for half an hour, not talking and Tommy breaks the silence, needing to know.

“You don’t ask questions. Why am I having a bad day? What happened?,” Tommy plays with Evan’s fingers on his waist, “Or you are not even trying to tell me to stop. You aren’t telling me to male up,” he whispers it but in silence and with how close they are he knows Evan hears him.

Hands on his waist only squeeze tighter and then he feels a careful little kiss on his neck.

“We all have bad days. Especially on our job, with everything we saw. It’s normal to have them and you deserve to let yourself be sad if you feel it without trying to move on. You deserve someone to take care of you. And the reason for your bad mood isn’t so important for me to find out, if you don’t want to talk right now. You can do it on your time. Just,” Evan turns them so he can look him in the eyes. Blue to blue. “Don’t push me away. I want to be here, with you not just on good days. I want bad days too. Because you can’t live without them. But,” Evan smiles at him and kisses him so chaste Tommy wants to cry, “you can be not alone. Especially on bad days. You can share the pain with your person, making the burden easy to bear.”

Tommy just nods and lets himself get comfortable in Evan’s hands, feeling how slumber takes over him because the warmth from Evan and his breath lull him into sleep.

“I’ll tell you after the sleep,” Tommy mumbles before falling asleep.

“Take your time, baby,” Tommy feels the kiss on his shoulder, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tommy knows it’s not the promise only about today.

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lesbiankimdahyun · 5 months

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Look at me

1.7K words (not proof-read sorry i was uh. Possessed)

CW: GP, voyeurism, light humiliation

[GP!Momo x GP!Jeongyeon x Nayeon]

Jeongyeon let out a muffled moan into the sheets as Momo mounted her. The younger girl grunted as she had her way with Jeongyeon, her strokes powerful but as gentle as she could manage.

Momo usually preferred pussy to the tight ring of muscle she was currently plowing into, but she had a huge soft spot for girls like Jeongyeon– girls who would rather be fucked by another’s cock than use their own.

“Fuck,” Momo hissed under her breath. She knew Jeongyeon must be rock hard, and she relished in denying Jeongyeon the ability to touch her own cock while she took Momo’s.

“All that cock and you’d rather have me fuck you instead of fucking Nayeon, hmm?” Momo said. She pressed her body against Jeongyeon’s back as she thrust into her, making Jeongyeon whimper in response. But it wasn’t enough for Momo. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon gasped, hunching her shoulders a bit. Her head seemed to sink deeper into the bedding.

Momo let out a satisfied breath, a hint of a smile on her face. She pulled upper body off of Jeongyeon and adjusted her position, arching over the other girl now with both hands on either side of her body on the bed so she could keep her balance.

She looked down at Jeongyeon, admiring her strong back and pretty ass. She gave it a slap, making Jeongyeon yelp while Momo laughed.

“Hurry up,” a third voice spoke up. Momo glanced over and her eyes immediately lingered on the sight before her: Nayeon, sitting back against the wall on the far side of the bed, legs spread apart with her fingers slowly dipping in and out of her wet pussy. “I wanna torture her a little, too.”

Momo almost came right then. She loved that both of them were so eager to tease and fuck Jeongyeon because they knew she would let them. It was so easy to make Jeongyeon hard, and even easier to make her flustered about it. Momo and Nayeon had no trouble getting Jeongyeon to let them both into her room that afternoon while cold December sleet fell outside against her bedroom windows. Light touches and words of praise for her had snowballed quickly and before they knew it, Jeongyeon was rock hard, bare and eager to present herself on all fours for the two of them.

Momo felt Jeongyeon clench around her and closed her eyes. The older girl was always so impossibly tight, she didn’t know how she could always squeeze her cock just a little more like that, just enough to make her–

“Oh fuck, Jeong…” Momo groaned, spilling her load inside her ass. She felt Jeongyeon go slack beneath her and she waited a few moments even after she was done before pulling out slowly. Jeongyeon let out a muted whine when Momo was finally all the way out and relaxed into her bed.

Momo and Nayeon both watched as some of the younger girl’s cum leaked out of her.

“Don’t get too comfy, Jeongie,” Nayeon purred. “I bet you want to cum too, don’t you?”

Jeongyeon finally lifted her upper body up from the bed. She peeked over her shoulder to look at them and nodded. Her hair was wild and messy, some of it clinging to her sweaty face. Her cheeks were red.

Nayeon crawled across the bed over to Jeongyeon. She ran her thumb along Jeongyeon’s lower lip before pushing two of her fingers inside her mouth. “Suck,” she commanded softly, and Jeongyeon did, taking Nayeon’s fingers into her mouth.

Jeongyeon looked up at Nayeon almost immediately. “You ‘ere touching yoursel’!” she said, her words a bit jumbled with the older girl’s fingers still in her mouth. Nayeon shrugged. “It’s fun to watch Momo mount you like a dog,” she said, eyes wandering briefly over Momo's softening cock. “And to watch how well you take her.” She removed her fingers and helped Jeongyeon sit up. “I think you deserve to cum now, don’t you?”

The younger girl nodded quickly, and allowed Nayeon to help her down onto the floor. She stood and watched as Nayeon placed a blanket on top of the plush rug that laid in front of Jeongyeon’s full-length mirror. Momo got off the bed and threw her t-shirt back on. She wanted to stick around for what was going to come next but didn’t want to be cold while she watched.

“Wh-what…” Jeongyeon trailed off as Nayeon guided her to sit down in front of the mirror. Nayeon sat behind her, her legs spread open to make room for Jeongyeon to sit between them.

“Here, baby,” Nayeon cooed, wrapping her hand around Jeongyeon’s twitching cock. Jeongyeon let out a hitched breath and sat back against Nayeon’s bare chest.

“I’ll help you cum,” Nayeon murmured, nosing Jeongyeon’s neck lightly, “but you can only cum if you do what I say, okay?”

Momo couldn’t help but smirk. This was going to be very worth it.

“O-okay,” Jeongyeon said shyly, looking down at Nayeon’s hand. It was already getting wet with pre-cum.

“All I need you to do is look right here for me,” Nayeon said, making Jeongyeon look up. Nayeon was looking at her in the mirror, and Jeongyeon looked into the mirror, too.

“You can look at yourself or at me, but if you close your eyes or look away, I’m going to stop. Okay?” Nayeon said, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

Jeongyeon whined and looked up at Momo’s smug reflection in the mirror.

“Ah, ah,” Nayeon said, taking her hand away. “Did I say you could look at Momo?”

Jeongyeon blushed. “N-no…” She looked at Nayeon again quickly.

“Good girl,” Nayeon praised, taking Jeongyeon’s leaking cock back in her hand. “Keep looking right there for me.”

Jeongyeon’s breathing slowed as Nayeon’s hand expertly squeezed and stroked her aching shaft.

“B-but,” she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes trained on her own or Nayeon’s, “Why can’t I look at Momo?”

Nayeon gripped the girl’s cock a little harder, making Jeongyeon’s hips buck. “Because I said so,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Momo can look at you all she wants. You like that, don't you?”

“Y-yes,” Jeongyeon breathed.

“You like it when Momo sees you like this, right? All worked up for me and so willing to obey,” Nayeon continued.

Jeongyeon could only nod dumbly now. She wanted to look down so badly, to see Nayeon’s long fingers wrapped around her throbbing dick. It felt too good; she couldn’t help herself. She peeked down, but Nayeon’s hand went away instantly.

“W-wait no, no,” Jeongyeon’s eyes were glassy, her voice shaky. She looked back up in the mirror quickly, cheeks burning when her eyes met Nayeon’s stern gaze.

“I told you the rules,” Nayeon said firmly. “Do you need me to repeat them or can you be good for me?”

Jeongyeon replied quickly. “I’ll look, I’ll be good,” she said pleadingly, and Nayeon smiled. Once Nayeon’s hand was back around her cock, Jeongyeon’s hips started to buck rhythmically up into her grip.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Nayeon asked. “I thought about letting you fuck me,” she said, running her thumb teasingly over Jeongyeon’s tip. “But I knew you’d cum fast after being fucked by Momo.” She hummed thoughtfully, watching Jeongyeon’s face carefully. Jeongyeon’s jaw was slack and her eyes were hardly able to focus on her, but she was listening intently.

“Then I thought about letting you use my mouth,” Nayeon said, and Jeongyeon perked up a little. “Oh? Would you have liked that?” Jeongyeon nodded quickly, bucking up into Nayeon’s hand a little faster. “Maybe next time,” Nayeon said teasingly. “But I’ll let you look at my mouth right now if you want.”

Jeongyeon’s eyes immediately focused on Nayeon’s mouth and the older girl smirked. “Can you imagine it?” she said, her voice soft and low in Jeongyeon’s ear. “How warm my mouth would be around you, and so wet if I used my tongue. Maybe I’d let you throat fuck me…” she trailed off. Jeongyeon’s breathing was slow yet ragged now; she was getting closer.

Nayeon looked up and glanced at Momo, who was also watching Nayeon’s mouth intently. Her cock was starting to harden again.

“That’s enough of my mouth for now, don’t you think? Look at me, Jeong,” Nayeon said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, okay?”

“Okay,” Jeongyeon said, her voice nearly trembling. The older girl had fully reduced her to a whimpering mess.

“You look like you could cum already,” Nayeon said teasingly. “Look how fast your hips are going, baby. I hardly need to move my hand at all now. I should’ve done this to you sooner. I should’ve invited Jihyo and Sana to come watch, too.”

“N-Nayeon,” Jeongyeon gasped, thrilled by the thought of Jihyo and Sana and Momo seeing her come undone for Nayeon. “I…” Her eyes almost rolled back in her head but she fought to keep her gaze steady.

“That’s it,” Nayeon said. “Listen to all that wetness, you’ve been such a good girl for me. You can cum, baby, just remember to look at me.” She leaned in towards the younger girl’s neck and licked her way up, her eyes never looking away from Jeongyeon’s as she did so.

“Ah!~” Jeongyeon let out a strangled cry as she went over the edge and came, eyes locked on Nayeon’s as thick ropes of her own cum landed all over her stomach and coated Nayeon’s hand.

Nayeon continued to use her hand to milk Jeongyeon for all she had, finally releasing her when Jeongyeon’s eyes closed and head tilted back from pleasure.

“Good girl,” she praised softly, letting the younger girl rest against her while she recovered.

After a few minutes, Nayeon and Momo both helped Jeongyeon up onto her bed and cleaned her up the best they could gently. “I’m going to start a nice hot bath for you, okay?” Nayeon said.

Nayeon was busy in the bathroom, prepping towels and products for Jeongyeon when she heard the bathroom door open behind her.

“Jeong…?” she asked, turning around. But it wasn’t Jeongyeon. She watched curiously as Momo stood before her, fisting her hard cock a few times in her hand. “Oh.” The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, trying to hide a pleased smile.

Wordlessly, Momo positioned Nayeon until she was bent over the bathroom counter and sink, legs spread apart.

“Knew it,” Momo said, running her fingers over Nayeon’s folds. “You’re still soaked.” She lined her cock up with Nayeon’s entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick” she cooed. “Let’s let Jeongyeon rest a few more minutes.”

#twice imagines #twice smut #nayeon x jeongyeon x momo #gp!twice #g!p twice

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“Can I?”

Felix x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Felix’s friendship takes a surprising turn one night when he decides to show you how beautiful he thinks you are.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, reader and Lix are a lil tipsy, mentions of body insecurities, Lix is obsessed with readers chest and stomach, groping, nipple play, titty fucking, not proofread

A/N: I don’t even remember when I wrote this exactly, but it’s been in my drafts too long, so here. This is my first attempt at smut, so I’m sorry if it’s eh(lmk if I should try a part 2?)

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“Alright Lixie, come on, bedtime.” You said, carefully shuffling your friend down the hall to your room.

The two of you had been out to dinner with some friends, Felix having a few more drinks than usual and quickly gaining a rosy tint to his face, asking you if he could stay at your place rather than risk going home on his own, which you’d agreed to without a second thought.

It was something that had become more than a regular occurrence for the both of you over the course of your friendship, crashing at each other places when you were too tired or otherwise inhibited.

Once in your room, you released your hold on him, letting him flop down onto the bed with a giggle.

“Your bed’s always so comfy.” He said, snuggling down happily into the blankets.

“I’m glad you think so.” You grinned, finding his behavior endearing. Felix always had this bright and happy energy, but when he drank it seemed to go into overdrive, any walls and self-consciousness he held coming down.

“G’night lix.” You whispered, smoothing his hair before turning to leave, planning to sleep on the sofa instead, but he quickly sat back up, grabbing for your hands but missed, catching the hem of your shirt instead.

“Noo, stay with me, please?” He whined, looking up at you with sad eyes.

“Lix, you need to sleep.” You said.

“I’d sleep better with you here.” He pouted, making you bite your lip, trying to hide a grin. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d shared each other's space like this, Lix was such a naturally affectionate person, it was easy for you to fall into the same behavior, finding immense comfort in his touch. He was so cute when he got like this, clingy, needy. “Please?”

You debated for a second, before relenting. “Fine.”

“Yay!” He beamed before sliding over, making room for you in the slightly too small bed. You may have cuddled together plenty of times before, but you couldn’t help the feelings of self-consciousness that lingered as you settled next to him, folding your arms across your stomach out of habit in an attempt to hide yourself. An action that apparently did not go unnoticed by him.

“Why do you always do that?” He asked, watching you with curious eyes.

“Do what?”

“Hide your stomach.” He pouted.

“Because it’s not nice to look at.” You said plainly, wanting to end the conversation quickly.

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed, sitting up again to look at you. “I like it! It’s so cute and soft, I love how it feels when we hug.”

He reached for your hands, but hesitated, glancing up at you for permission before touching you.

You nodded, curiosity overriding your insecurity.

He gently pulled your hands away before replacing them with his own, gently trailing along your sides and caressing the dips and rises of your tummy.

“See? It’s so soft and warm, it’s so pretty, you’re so pretty.” He said almost to himself, making your heart do a tiny sumersault.

“Can I lay on it?” He asked, looking up at you

Your immediate reflex was to say no, but the way he was looking at you with such adoration and the warmth of his touch made you relent again. “Okay.”

He carefully shifted around until he could rest on his side, looking up at you, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes fell close, nuzzling his cheek against the plushness of your belly.

“Comfy?” You asked, slightly amused by the look of utter contentment on his face.

“Mhm.” He smiled up at you dreamily, making you chuckle. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.” You admitted. It felt really nice having him close like this, feeling his breath fan across your abdomen as you fell into a comfortable silence, his hand coming up to gently trace patterns across your ribcage, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the underside of your chest.

“I bet you tits are soft.” He said, more so thinking out loud than trying to initiate anything, but it made your breath hitch either way.

“You wanna find out?” You asked, surprising yourself with how even your voice sounded despite your nerves.

He looked up at you, eyes wide with surprise. “Can I?”

This was a critical moment for your relationship, you were both hyper aware, teetering on the line between friends and something else, one that you’d been toeing for far too long, and that you couldn’t exactly come back from if crossed.

Not breaking eye contact, you nodded.

His hands ghosted up the sides of your breasts slowly, cupping one in each hand gently before kneading them experimentally, making you let out a small sigh, eyes falling shut.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, slightly breathless.

“Mhm, your hands are warm.” You hummed, pressing up into his touch.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He noted, adjusting himself to better access your chest so that he was laying partially on top of you.

"I don't like wearing them to sleep. They're uncomfy." You sighed.

He continued toying with your breasts for a minute, eliciting the occasional pleased sound from you, when suddenly you let out a small giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, smirking up at you.

“You kinda remind me of a cat, the way they knead things with their paws.” You jumped as he suddenly pinched one of your nipples, making you let out a yelp.

“Mean kitty.” You glared at him as he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, can I kiss it better?” He asked, voice dropping slightly, making your stomach do a little flip.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

He slowly trailed your shirt up, pausing at the top of your ribcage and glancing up at you once more for confirmation before he finally freed your chest.

“Shit.” He breathed, almost unconsciously as his gaze trailed over the expanse of exposed skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on breast and then the other, making you squirm slightly beneath him. He was trying to pace himself and move slowly, but quickly lost out to his own desire, growing more intense as he trailed wet, open mouth kisses everywhere across your chest before sucking your nipple into his mouth, making you arch into him involuntarily.

“Lix,” You whined, your own hands having found their way into his hair and earning a low groan from him as you tugged on the blonde strands.

“So fucking pretty,” He purred, lips dragging up your neck before trailing back down to your chest. ”Wanted to tell you so many times how gorgeous I think you are.”

“Why didn’t you?” You managed to ask.

“I have no fucking clue.” He laughed, his breath against you damp skin making you shiver.

You were well aware of the growing bulge in his pants that was pressed against your thigh as he drooled over your chest, making the heat between your legs throb with need.

“Fuck, I wanna-” He caught himself, worried that his request might be go going too far too quickly.

“You wanna fuck them?” You asked, practically able to read his mind.

He looked up at you, mouth hanging open as he breathed unsteadily. “Can I? Please?”

You nodded.

He quickly scrambled to rid himself of his bottoms, nearly falling off the bed in his haste, cock springing free and causing your thighs to clench at the sight.

He carefully positioned himself over you, straddling your waist and staring down as if you were the most divine being he’d ever seen. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

“I’m sure, Lixie.” You nodded again, pressing your tits together for him before letting a trail of saliva drip down onto them from your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled as he watched you in disbelief, before letting his length slip between your breasts, letting out a low, shaking groan as your warmth enveloped him.

He started out slow, thrusting experimentally, reveling in the feel of your skin against his, but his pace quickly began to increase as he started to get lost in pleasure, chasing his release.

“Wanna fuck you. Wanted to fuck you for so long.” He panted, gripping the headboard above you for support. You angled your head down, letting your tongue loll down to lick his tip each time it peaked out from between your tits.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He whimpered, his face screwed up in pleasure as he loomed over you. You could swear you’d never seen a more beautiful sight in your entire life.

Felix, falling to pieces, because of you.

“‘M gonna cum.” He warned, strokes getting sloppy.

“Cum for me, Lix, wanna feel it.” You whined, pressing your tits together more, tightening them around him.

“Shit, don’t, fuck, I’m-!” He rambled before cumming with a broken, drawn out moan, pulling back to paint your chest and stomach with streaks of white.

“F-fuck.” He stammered, shaking as he slid sideways off you, watching with hooded eyes as you gathered some of his release on your fingers and brought it to your lips for a taste.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said unsteadily.

“You’re welcome.” You teased, sitting up and cleaning up his mess with your ruined shirt, before he was pressing you back against the mattress.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

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