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hisfavegiri · 3 days

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Sweet little sister - Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Stepsister!Reader

Summary : You are attracted to your stepbrother, Aegon. every night after everyone is asleep you masturbate while thinking about him. Until one night, Aegon heard you moan his name

You don't mind if your father marries another woman, but you are a little surprised when you find out that your new mother has brought her three children to live with you. You are on good terms with all of them, including Aegon. he's three years older than you, the closeness of the two of you makes you feel something you shouldn't feel. You fell in love with him, you fell under the charm of Aegon Targaryen

At first, your crush on him was just normal, but as time went on you felt like you wanted to have him. You are jealous when he always brings home a different woman every day when your father and Alicent are not at home.

You weren't completely annoyed, because your room and his were next to each other. You can hear his moans which make you more and more horny every night you touch yourself, thinking that your fingers are his cock.

You rolled your eyes when you heard the sound of Aegon's car engine entering the garage, "surely he brought another woman, father and Alicent are away now" you said quietly while changing the television channel.

but your guess was wrong, he entered the house alone. you looked at him who was walking towards you, "where are Aemond and Haelena?" Aegon threw himself onto the couch and sat down next to you, you groaned softly and shifted.

“Aemond was studying in the city library, Haelena was going out with her friend”

Aegon just hummed and closed his eyes, he looked tired. You wanted to ask but you were silent when you felt his hand land on your thigh and stroke it gently, you choked out, his strokes were so gentle that it made you start to get wet. You rub your thighs together to provide the friction you need.

“okey then, I'll be in my room if you want anything” he smiled and headed towards his room, you bit your bottom lip while looking at him. you were really horny now, you really needed release. When you heard the sound of Aegon's room closing, you quickly ran to your room and closed the door.

“what the fuck was that?” you lost your sanity, you're on the edge because of him, you have taken off all your clothes—now your naked body attempted to find a sex toys that can help me to fuck myself.

“fucking hell, where the fuck is that thing.” You getting sexually frustrated because of Aegon, you looked at the bottom drawer, you rushed to open it and fortunately you found your favorite vibrator.

you stepped your feet towards the bed and grabbed the vibrator then pushed your upper body down in order to adjust the toy with the entrance. You slowly rubbed the tip of the vibrator across your wet folds, you tried to hold back your moans. You didn't want Aegon to know that you were masturbating while thinking about him. "F-fuck. I need his cock to make it easier for me to reach my g-spot."

It feels never enough to satisfy your lust for him, the sigh getting loud and hard. Henceforth, you close your eyes to sense an acme pleasure. you slowly touch other parts of my body and stop to stroke your nipple that's getting hard. the vibrator still in your vagina, as your heated session getting fiery and exciting.

You put my chest on the sheet to give friction to your breasts. ypur thoughts got crazy, you imagined your stepbrother's hands touching your nipple and licked it. You know it sounds wrong, but you can't help it “Mmm— faster Aeg, i'll cum.”

you gripped the sheets as a sign that the intense desire you kept after a while would explode. You close to your high, your other hand move on your clitoris and the vibrator keep vibrate inside of you, “Ahhh, this feels good.''

You expected to reach the wave of pleasure, but.. a clap intrigued your action to catch the heavens. you gasped in surprise, trying to hide the erotic action that you has doing, and you thought it was too late because your stepbrother was standing in front of you with eyes full of lust.

"Aegon! w-what are you doing in my room?" You pulled your blanket over your naked body, your face flushed and you tried not to look him in the eye. You didn't realize when he entered your room quietly and "accidentally" heard you moaning his name in your masturbations.

"well I heard a sound and thought that you were injured, but it turns out you were..." you cover your face with your hands, oh my gosh you are so embarrassed now.

He coughed, “eum you know, you can just ask me,'' you can see a sarcastic smile on his lips, that's sends a shiver down to your spine. “I didn't mean to interrupt your masturbations, but.. your moans make me horny and you looked so beautiful without any clothes. I couldn't look away other than a liquid flowing in your pussy.”

You blushed because of his kinky praise and your eyes glimpse that he walked over to touch your body. His eyes never diverted. He leaned down and kissed your lips deeply and roughly. you couldn't refuse it and you chose to tangle your tongues and embody passionate love.

“Baby, All you have to do is ask, I will definitely obey all my sweet sister's wishes” He broke the kiss and looked at you in the eyes.

“Ride me, darl. I have one rule too, you can't touch my cock. Just rub your pussy and let's see how much you can handle your lust." he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

Your mouth opened and looked at him in disbelief, you saw him smile sarcastically and pat his thigh again, your heart was pounding when you approached him to sit in his lap. “But, before you sit on my thighs, can I ask for the remote of your toys?”

You handed him the remote without thinking about the consequences of his crazy thoughts, you can see him pressing the top speed button. your body shakes and drops again to the bed, grabbing the sheets.

"n-no please t-to muchh" He demonstrates a smirk, he likes seeing you like this because of his actions, your body starts to shake violently, you can see stars because of the pleasure you feel "A-aeg.. i'm-coming", he noticed that you will reach your climax. not wasting any second, he immediately turns it off and thwarts it again.

“Ups.. I don't mean it. Now, sit on my lap, darling.” you approached him slowly, as you straddled his thigh, your sensitive pussy and skin met his slightly rough jeans and you moan at the feeling of that. you can sense that his bulge is getting hard and it's making you even more enthusiastic to ride in his laps.

Wanted more, no, you craved more. you bucked your hips and started grinding up against him. The tension is getting hot. Your hands gripped his shoulders to move faster and he watched me struggle with the pressure he exerts. He held your hips to help you reach your high for the second time. you saw his eyes getting dark with ineluctable desire.

"Look at me," He said as he grabbed your face to look at him, sharing countless intense looks, “Open your mouth.” you carried out his orders and your hips continued to move above him. he put a finger in your mouth, and it sent you sinking into a long throes of passion, "AhH mm- please., f-fuck me already, I can’t handle it.” As if he was deaf, he still wouldn't let you to touch his cock

you moaned out as your body started to shake, reaching your high. your body trembled because the intensity and passion you felt had reached the climax, he smiled and you could see the satisfied smile on his face.

“That was awesome, I admired it when you rode me. Next time, just ask me and i will come to fuck you until your stupid enough.” He whispered at your ear and start to kiss your naked shoulder.

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#aegon ii targaryen #hotd #hotd imagine #prince aegon targaryen #hotd one shot #aegon ii fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon fanfic #tom glynn carney #tom x reader #hotd aegon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 days

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A butterfly and a hug

Kinger x fem!circus member

warning : a little emotional, hug/cuddle, imagining things

Summary : Kinger the longest here and the craziest so it was said at least among the members but even if. His devotion to his insects is admirable…but real? A fact that nobody really liked but from the latest adventure she had brought a butterfly to give to Kinger, maybe you will finally get to see his insect collection

Info : Ahhh finally, finally, finally I'm writing for Kinger or the circus is still to come, stay tuned and have fun reading ;)

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The shouts of the puppet inhabitants of the Candy Canyon Kingdom could still be heard but everyone could hear the cheers slowly turning into horrible screams. All because of Jax who couldn't resist causing chaos and havoc but that's how he was or at least that's how she knew the purple bunny.

At the thought of what the liquid monster was doing to the inhabitants, the winding key in her back involuntarily spun faster. It's just an adventure…a simulation, she reminded herself as she arrived back on the other side of the circus tent.

She saw that the others seemed relatively okay with it though and were happy to be back and she gave Gangle a smile which the white mask returned at least a little. She had talked to Gangle a bit on the way back after talking to her about anime drawings she had seen.

The mask with the ribbon body was a good drawer and was embarrassed yet proud that someone was interested. But the others also gave each other relieved and somehow reassuring looks.

Pomni gave her a slight wave, they were both among the newest and even though Pomni was only a week behind her, it hardly seemed to make a difference. How was it even a week? They had no sense of time but they had to tell themselves.

Before her eyes fell on Kinger, the chess king, who seemed to be somewhere else again and whose mind was God knows where, she didn't want to shame him for it.

You probably had to create your own little world in this thing to keep from going crazy when he…well, he was somehow and somehow he wasn't. More like a conqueror of his own little kingdom, she thought with a grin and paid attention to the scene that was unfolding with Pomni and the crocodile from the kingdom.

But this crocodile an NPC with a background? But her skepticism and hope for a new member faded as quickly as it had come when all that was left was confetti and Pomni standing beside her. A fact that hung on all of us: Cain did not have power over us, but he could destroy and create our world here. He was like a god, a god with limitations, and perhaps the scarier thing was his nature.

But no matter what happened, after the mourning party was held not only for Kaufmo but also for Guumigoo, she heard the stories of the others and knew that it was a good idea to get closer to the others and maybe take the butterfly with her that was in her room in a little candy cage.

The images, the emotions and even the laughter of what was happening was heartwarming and even Kinger, who was having a clear moment again, seemed to be aware of the situation.

A fact she took advantage of after the party, after placing a plastic flower on the crate and walking with the others towards the slack hall, she waited for some time. Still feeling the inner turmoil about this whole thing her "room" which was a mix of a bed made of building blocks and winding keys on the wall.

It was a strange feeling to somehow be here and still keep her wits about her, but in the end she and the others had a choice? Was there an end? Did it make sense? Questions that made her anxious, questions that led to something worse as she gripped the monkey tighter in her hands…maybe it wasn't all bad.

She got along pretty well with almost everyone, even the asshole Jax, with whom she occasionally joked around before he tripped her up or threw something at her, even if it was just her winding keys. But most of all she had a thing for Kinger the giant chess piece, the crazy one, the cute one, the king or someone she felt a little bit drawn to. She questioned whether these feelings were real, but it was at least a feeling that was better than hopefulness, so why not give it a try?

A gift that he would surely like. Rising from her bed with renewed courage and walking out of the halls, she found herself back in the main hall after a few moments of wandering around, and after some tired wandering around of giant blocks, shapes and other objects, she found the impenetrable fortress as Kinger called it.

A small castle made of pillows where he stayed to either be alone or to protect himself from the outside world, according to him. ,,Kinger? Are you in there?" she asked , tapping the pillows as she felt a little light-headed, but why not join in. It took a moment for Kinger to carefully move a pillow aside when she saw that he either had no idea who she was or didn't know what to do.

,,Hi me-" she began, raising a hand only to be interrupted by him pushing his pillow back into place, ,,Password," he demanded, which only made her more confused. A password so clear and yet unclear. Of course he wants one she thought and shook her head, either she was lucky and he forgot it himself or he was insisting on something that didn't exist.

For a moment, she thought about all the combinations of all the chess moves and was about to take the pillow away again when she paused and looked at the scatter in the cage. ,,Butterfly," she said, staring at the pillow, hoping it was right, when the king suddenly poked his head out of the fortress, ,,What are you doing here?" she asked, pulling her into his little pillow castle where he was kneeling.

Smirking and rolling her eyes at his quick change, she made herself as comfortable as she could and saw that Kinger was apparently busy with something or rather talking to something in one hand. ..Is this one of your insects?" she asked, pointing her doll-like hand at his, could feel the soft fabric of his glove under her wooden fingers and saw that he was turning towards her.

,,One of my favorites, a ladybug, small and cute," he said and she saw in his blue eyes, next to the bloodshot veins, joy that he could talk to her about it.

Before he moved closer, she leaned forward slightly to look into his hand and saw a small beetle made of wood. ,,Well… it's really cute, the dots are pretty," she said quickly and even though she could almost imagine that he saw things his way, she had to admit that the idea that he had a whole display of cute little insects made of wood was cute.

He nodded as best he could and suddenly clasped her hand, ,,Here, watch Lisa, I'll show you the others," he said and turned away, looking under pillows and other stuff for other animals from his collection.

Holding the little beetle in her hand, she listened to the other names and phrases of the big one, who could barely get in and despite everything, she had never seen him so happy.

The way his eyes lit up, the joyful way he moved back and forth to reach for the insects and his surprised expression of curiosity when she handed him the cage, ,,I knew you liked the butterfly rings, I thought it was for the collection," she confessed and looked away a little ashamed not only to have interrupted him but also to have been so directly surprised.

He dropped his "insect" and concentrated solely on the cage in his hands before he opened it and took the pink sugar butterfly, which began to fly around in the bow. ,,That's beautiful…thank you dear," the older man said and before she knew what was happening she felt his hands on her shoulders and a soft cloak as he wrapped her in a hug.

A heartfelt hug, a hug full of thanks and a hug that made her so happy that it made him feel good. He slowly disengaged and his attention turned to his latest possession, which flew back and forth between them.

She smiled at Kinger glad that he was so happy and yet the hand still detached itself from her shoulder on the contrary the longer he counted, the more time passed and the more exhausted she became she eventually closed her eyes for just a moment he sat down next to her to serve as a backrest while a soft warm cloak wrapped itself a little around her, ,,Good night little butterfly" he said blue-eyed before his mind focused back on the sugar insect fluttering around him. A sign of her devotion and a sign that he was far from losing his mind completely.

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#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc kinger #tadc kinger x reader #the amazing digital circus kinger #kinger #kinger x reader

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tivaisendgame · 2 months

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GSM. It's a men's magazine. Most women find it objectifies them.

-I read it on the plane. I especially like the article on page 57. In my experience, it works every time.

Tiva in every episode

NCIS 3.04 - Silver War

BONUS:

#oh babies…#they are already smitten #their little looks they give each other AHHH!#tony x ziva #tiva #tiva ncis #ncis #tony dinozzo #ziva david

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love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward · 1 year

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all i ask for is animals like squirrels and cats and birds and rabbits to not have the concept of predators and not be scared of me so i can feed them and pet them forever and ever and maybe also sing them some tunes. like cinderella. yk.

#sitting in a meadow feeding animals and singing softly to them.#some in my lap some on my shoulders. and wherever else they want.#oh..#oh....! oh!!!!!#i would hold out a piece of guava and a squirrel would eat out of my hand... and when its done id give it some more..#maybe it would show me its kids.. and i would give it nuts and fruits and keep them all warm in the winters....#make them all little quilts and blankies.... make a vest for the cat with a cat sewn on it...#ahhh #maybe i would have someone i love with me there too....#they would love my little friends and they would also love me and we would love each other and also the entire world like soft animals...#i have yearnings for a softer and kinder life and i must go look at paintings to cure this aliment..#i also want a white cotton dress. and berries and sunflowers and a farm

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ln444 · 7 months

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★ how does f1 drivers react when you call them pretty. . .

norris, piastri, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russell, verstappen

cw: fluff, slight suggestive (verstappen), f!reader.

now playing: pretty boy by the neighborhood

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✹ lando norris

lando would be the type to act annoyed but absolutely loves it. he just won't admit it but you know it.

"hey, pretty boy", you whisper against his lips, leaving a sweet peck on it just to be met with a pouty and flustered lando. "i told you to stop calling me that!" he whines, but deep down he hopes that you'll never stop. you look at him with a playful smile, softly caressing his hair. "okay, i'll stop if it makes you uncomfortable", you wait impatiently for his reaction and as you excepted, lando start to panic. "i mean... you can but you know... just not in front of other people", he laughs nervously, hoping that his excuse is good and his cheeks start heating up. you can't help but laugh softly, pulling him close by the neck and lando pouts again, "stop making fun of me!", your smile softens and you plant another kiss on his lips, "sorry, you're just too cute, my pretty boy". lando's cheeks are now completely red and he tries to hide it by pulling you in a long and warm kiss, feeling the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

✹ oscar piastri

oh my god, please don't do this to him. as soon as he hears the word, his brain starts malfunctioning.

"you did so good!", oscar pulls you for a warm hug, holding you as tight as he can. he loves seeing you after races and hearing how proud you are of him no matter what he do. you pull out, staring at him like his eyes holds stars and oscar can't help but feel overwhelmed by all the adoration he sees in your eyes. you put your hand on his cheek, stroking it softly. "i'm so proud of you, my pretty boy" and even though you mean it, a hint of teasing can be heard and oscar groans, pulling you in a new hug to hide his face in your neck "if you call me that again, i think i'm gonna die" he mumbles against your skin. you laughs, one of your hands slides in his messy curls, your fingers playing with it. you will never get over how cute your boyfriend is when you call him pretty.

✹ charles leclerc

he absolutely loves it and won't deny it, even if he gets a bit shy when you call him pretty. he can't control it, his heart gets warm and the butterflies in his stomach goes crazy.

you were getting ready for a cute date and charles was wearing a new shirt, with flowers on it. as soon as he's ready, you lock your arms around his neck and you look at him with a big smile on your face. after planting a sweet peck on his lips, one of your hands cup his cheek. "you're so pretty, baby", your voice is full of adoration and honesty and charles' smiles gets wider. "thank you, chérie", he says softly and he immediately pulls you for a gentle kiss, hoping that you didn't notice the way his cheeks has redden, but you didn't miss it.

✹ carlos sainz

he loves it, like really loves it. he finds it funny tbh. and he won't hesitate to give the word back to you.

"woah, what a pretty boy", you look at him showing you his brand new haircut. he laughs, posing in front of you a little more before joining you on the sofa, pulling you on his lap and placing a kiss on your nose. "got pretty for my pretty girl, we are such a pretty couple", you both giggles before sharing a kiss, laughing and smiling against each other's lips. but, even if he doesn't want to admit it, carlos can feel his heart beating a bit faster and a sweet feeling in his stomach when he hears you call him pretty.

✹ lewis hamilton

he would get so shy, make it seems like he doesn't like it and it annoys him but he can't hide it for long, he always ends up with a big smile on his face and a heart beating faster than it should.

"ahhh, stop it y/n", he whines as you continue to leave kisses all over his face, sitting on his lap. "but, you're so pretty!", you say, cupping his cheeks to look at him in the eyes. he groans, acting annoyed by pulling you out of his lap and you try your best to fight the smile creeping on your lips. you both know that he's just flustered and wants to hide his red cheeks. "come on, baby, let me finish my kisses", he doesn't fight you when you climb back on his lap but he crosses his arms, trying to hold onto his character and you laugh softly, going back to leaving small pecks all over his face. it doesn't take long before he finally smiles, his hands finding your waist to pull you close and kiss you back. he just can't resist you.

✹ george russell

he always tries to ignore the way it makes him feel and act unbothered but he can't fight the way his body warm and a smile instinctively forms on his lips. he just loves getting praised by you.

"baby, can you pass me the knife, please?" you ask, preparing the vegetables and george, who has been helping and watching you cook for an hour now, hand you the knife as fast as he can. you turn to face him, placing your free hand on his neck to pull him close, "thank you, pretty boy", you says softly and he places a kiss on your lips, smiling softly "you're welcome" he says, trying to sound as neutral as he can and you pout, acting disappointed, "what? you don't like when i call you that?", you know that he do. you just want to hear it. he looks at you, a playful smile forms on his lips. "i know what you're doing", he chuckles and pulls you for another kiss. you end up both laughing, george's heart feeling full.

✹ max verstappen

he gets all nervous and doesn't know how to act anymore. like, if you want to make a mess of this man, just call him pretty.

max have been acting flirty all day, enjoying teasing you and seeing you all flustered in front of other people. you tried your best to keep your cool all day, playfully punching him from time to time or just laughing it off. but when you two end up alone at the end of the day, you're finally able to get your revenge. you start making out, getting more and more touchy and needy. "take off your shirt, pretty boy", you whisper in his ear, and max almost startle. a playful smile forms on your lips and you don't even have to look at him to know that his cheeks are now red. after a good minute of no reaction from him, you finally meet his eyes, giving him a confused look. "is everything okay?", you try to hide your teasing tone but max doesn't miss it, a playful grin finally forming on his lips and he chuckles; "naughty girl".

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#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz x reader #george russell x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #max verstappen x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 drabble #f1 fic

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jungwondazed · 6 months

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18+ only. jungwon asks if you read smut before.

jungwon had been staring at you a little too much as you both watched the tv together, giving him a few frowns made him only shake his head with a soft smile, raising his eyebrows in innocence.

you ignored his behavior and continued on with the many episodes of the night. he was eyeing you, looking away every time you turned to him and it was beginning to frustrate you because it obviously wasn't a serious enough matter for him to have that certain sly look on his face. he was plotting something and you were growing irritated.

when the final episode ended you stood up to put away your bowl of popcorn and jungwon lightly tugs at your shirt, not saying a thing but motioning you to stay put.

you look all over his face trying to detect anything wrong but he looked way too pleasant if anything.

"i wanted to ask you something" he says, and your heart is immediately racing, a conversation never goes well when it starts this way.

"yeah?"

"how do i say this.." he puts his pointer finger to his chin all cliche like, cuter than you'd like to admit.

"you know before we started seeing each other, you were a fan right?" he continues and you almost laugh because bringing this up so casually was too random, he obviously knows you were a fan before this relationship happened.

""yes... where is this going? don't tell me you can't handle dating someone who was once a huge fan now" you dramatically roll your eyes and he giggles, bringing his hands to hold your arms lovingly.

"no no, not at all, you know i love it." his eyes looking very alluring in this light.

jungwon looks down at the floor, a grin creeping up on his face and you're three seconds away from hitting him with a couch pillow.

"did you ever happen to," he starts, chuckling a bit and looking up at you, turning away and laughing in his shoulder.

"happen to what? wonnie just say it already you've been acting strange all night, just say it" you mutter out while lightly rocking his body back in forth.

"you didn't happen to engage in any, adult content did you?" he asks, eyes directly on you and you can't tell what he's asking.

"what? engage in adult content? like did i watch porn before dating you?"

"no no no, not that, i meant like, when it comes to me. did you, did you you know.." he trails off. hand rubbing the back of his neck as he fights back a genuine laugh.

"i am beyond confused right now jungwon." you're about to get up again because it felt like he was just gonna tease you all night and the sleepiness was taking over.

he pulls you back on top of him this time, his face just inches away with his expression more serious.

"hey, why are you walking away from me?" he brings his thumb to caress your cheek while leaning in to kiss you, to which you pull back from.

"you're just gonna mess with me all night if i don't."

he feels bad, but at the same time he's enjoying your pout a bit too much. bringing his hands to firmly hold you by your lower back, he caresses you everywhere, making you gasp in the sudden transition to intimacy.

"wonnie, what-"

"i just wanted to know if you read any mature writing about me, i know that's a big thing you know" he's turned on, the smirk is less evident and his brows crease faintly.

your face heats up, turning away immediately at such a question because it was the last thing you expected. by adult content he meant smut?? and about him at that? you would never admit to this no matter how much he presses you into it, being a previous fan girl made you self conscious as is.

"hmm? what's your answer to that?" his head tilts, his eyes smiling.

"i don't, i don't know what you're talking about"

his actions still, a long pause before staring into your eyes. was he always this devious?

"ohhh," he's really smirking this time. "ahhh so you don't know that fans often read erotic media about their favorite members is that it? is that what you're saying? like you didn't have a clue this was a thing? based on your response it really seems like you don't know anything about this" and his lips are already tracing themselves over your neck and collar bones. he's turned on, to say the least, and you can't figure out why.

you let him have at you, not knowing what to say to that as he made his point very well. of course you knew what it was, if you hadn't read any you could've been honest and say you just didn't engage in it at all, but you did. and you're caught, and jungwon is gonna have a field day with this one.

he looks up at you through his sharp eyes, eyelids closing slowly as he licks right up your neck to your lower jaw, finally kissing you on your lips.

jungwon spends the whole night begging you to tell him all about the pieces you've read, what he does to the reader in them, the different kinks that people assume he has. you narrate all the ones you can think of, and he mirrors your words by doing exactly the things you read. you start off with mentioning a piece where he likes it really hard, to which he fucks you with great force. you talk about how you always thought he was one for loving head and he argues how he's a giver if anything, working his tongue in your pussy until you cum all over him. jungwon got off on the idea that you had these dirty thoughts before he even knew of your existence, and he promises that he can demonstrate all those fantasies you read in the past, as a reality.

#enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwondazedjungwon #enha smut #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut

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runningfrom2am · 6 months

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Hi, how’s your day been going? Hoping it was amazing. I just saw your post about needing inspo for Coriolanus fics! I’m not sure if you are taking requests but if you are Could you maybe do a touch-starved Coryo fic? Something fluffy/angsty where Coryo can finally fulfill those needs and be himself and vulnerable with the reader. Thanks!

as long as you need me - c.s

pairing: coryo x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, he just needs you and you just want to help.

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

nav / coriolanus snow masterlist

a/n: ahhh thank you for sending this in! it was so fun to write like stopppp i just want to give him a hug omg. also thought i'd post this to hold y'all off until i post the next part of LTPF. anyway, enjoy!

You had a very stable grasp of the limits of your relationship. What was appropriate, and what was not. You were quite shy, and Coryo always carried himself with a high level of decorum. You would eat together at lunch, and he would walk you home most days. The weekends, your study dates, were always your favourite. He was significantly more relaxed, but you could still tell he was just a little tightly wound. By now, you've just learned that's who he is. Not overly affectionate, but he cares for you and you care for him.

"I can't stay late today, I'm sorry." You said, genuinely feeling bad for having to turn down the request. In your junior year, you started tutoring for younger grades at the academy and it is something you thoroughly enjoyed.

"I have a test tomorrow! Why can't you stay? Just for a few minutes- I just have a couple of questions." The first year, Aelia whined.

"My boyfriend is supposed to walk me home and he has a tight schedule, but I'll tell you what, I can meet you in the library in the morning before class. That way it will still be fresh in your mind, yeah?" You grinned, and she seemed satisfied as you agreed on a time, not knowing that a few of the girls in your grade were listening in.

"Y/N," Clemensia decided to approach you as Aelia walked off, Arachne and Livia following close behind. "Did I catch you telling someone that you have a boyfriend? Did I hear that right?"

"Oh, well, yes." You answered sheepishly, gathering your things to put in your bag before your next class.

"Really?" Livia chimed in, and you just nodded. "Okay, well, spill. Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Um..." You looked around, deciding what to say. You weren't necessarily keeping it a secret, but you just hadn't felt the need to tell anyone you went to school with. "It's Coriolanus. Snow." You cleared your throat, unsure why you even added his last name. It's not like the name Coriolanus was abundantly common.

"Shut up." Clemensia laughed slightly, eyes widening at you. "You're joking, right?"

"No... We've been together for almost seven months now."

"I just... wow. We had no idea. Seven months! I feel like I've never seen the two of you get closer than two feet apart." You weren't sure whether to interpret this response as teasing or genuine shock- so you just gave them an awkward smile and a small nod before walking away.

At the time, you had never considered how your lack of affection in public could be confusing to people- not that it mattered. Rumors had spread quickly after that, which was to be expected when Livia and Arachne were involved. However, PDA just wasn't your thing. General displays of affection weren't really your thing, either. Both of you always had a lot going on, and having been together for almost a year by now, you knew that you loved him and he loved you. You didn't have to prove it to each other or to anyone, there was no pressure for anything to change. On your end, anyway.

Coryo, on the other hand, was feeling something shift. Leading up to the reaping and more importantly, to the prize. You both were in the running, being in the top twenty-four of your class, and you had no doubt that Coryo was a shoo-in, but you didn't know how extremely anxious it was making him. The now constant thrumming of his heartbeat in his chest and his shaky hands were always less around you, and he can only dream of how much better it would be if he could just hold you.

These days, he'd wake up expecting you in his arms due to a particularly calming dream only to be disappointed. He respected you a great amount and wouldn't want to push your boundaries, however unspoken. Still, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go about his day-to-day without testing his theory that holding you could cure his fears, or at least let him forget about them for only a moment. He would happily take just a second of peace.

Coriolanus usually greeted you outside of your unshared classes, seeing that you tended to stay a few minutes late to ask questions or polish off your notes. He couldn't wait to see you, he needed to.

"Coryo." You smile, walking out of your lecture hall to see him waiting.

"Hi, Love. How was class?" Your boyfriend greets you, joining you on your walk towards the exit of the school.

"It was good. Though, I find the topic of the rebellion kind of redundant at this point." You say, books tucked against your chest under folded arms. "Is it not too soon to discuss it in a history class? I mean, I literally remember what it was like to live in a bomb shelter."

Your joke seemingly lands on deaf ears as he just hums, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you out of the building. This wasn't totally unusual, but with the way he was pushing you, albeit gently, was telling you that something was wrong.

"Is everything okay?" You ask him, looking up at the boy next to you as you reach the bottom of the academy's front steps.

"Fine." Coryo nods, attempting a reassuring smile that he isn't aware falls short.

"Okay, well... If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you, you know. Always."

"I know. Thank you, Love." He drops his hand from your back to hold your free one, turning in the direction of your apartment.

The next afternoon, you're in the same class, one of the rare ones you don't share with Coryo, taking down notes from the lecture when there's a knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. You pay no mind, taking the opportunity to catch up on everything written on the board.

"May I borrow Y/N, please?" Your boyfriend's voice is scratchy and shakey in a way unfamiliar sounding to you, making your head snap up. You'd never seen him cry before. "Only for a moment."

Your teacher dismisses you, likely on account of your and Coriolanus's mutually spotless records and his red-rimmed eyes. Clearly, you were needed urgently. You leave your bag and your books, ignoring the whistles and heckling of some of your classmates as you rush to the door.

Coryo had reached his breaking point. He was writing his third paper of the week, unable to focus on that and get his mind off of how unlikely it was he would get the prize if the Dean had any say. Sitting in the library, the world had started turning around him. People were talking, laughing, even, and he couldn't take it anymore. The floodgates opened and he had rushed out of the room. He couldn't go home, his attendance would be affected and he'd be throwing away the prize most definitely. He had nowhere to go, except for to you.

You close the door behind yourself, thankful that the hallway is completely deserted during class time. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask, and before you can get a good look at him he's pulling you into a crushing hug, shaking around you.

You're shocked for a moment, pulling yourself out of your head to hug him back. Whatever is bothering him must be bad. He'd hugged you before, but never like this. "Hey, it's okay..." You whisper, rubbing his back. "Let's go outside for a second, yeah? Get some air?" You offer, gently prying yourself from his grasp to look at him.

Coryo can't speak, overtaken completely by the tears flowing down his cheeks and the anxiety flooding every inch of his body. He feels like he could be sick, all he knew that he needed was you. He just nods, trying to regain his composure, if only for the couple of minutes it takes to get outside.

"Okay. Let's go." You smile, trying not to show how worried you are as you wrap an arm around his back, still holding him close to you as if he has a broken ankle and you have to carry him. So far, his theory was proving to be correct. Just having you at his side was calming to him, and mentally he's cursing himself for not voicing his fears to you before they broke him.

As soon as the door of the rarely used back exit to the school is closed, he's essentially collapsing onto the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest and crying into his hands. You're quick to join him, draping an arm over his back and trying to grab one of his hands to hold. Your brow is knit with worry, rubbing his shoulder as he allows you to take one of his shaking hands. "Coryo..." You say softly, trying to get him to look at you but he won't. "What's happening? Talk to me, you can trust me. I just want to help."

He sniffles, looking up at you. "What is it?" You ask again, hoping to prompt any kind of information out of him. When he doesn't answer, you curve your approach to yes or no questions, hopefully, to make it easier on him. "Is someone hurt? Is it Grandma'am? Did something happen?"

He shakes his head slightly with every question, once again avoiding your eyes as he looks down at the ground, occasionally trying to cough out the knot in his throat.

"...Do you want to talk? Or do you just need a hug?" You realize, leaning in so he would look at you again.

He pulls you closer, wrapping both his arms around you awkwardly due to the way you are both sitting. "Just need you here." He mumbles, hardly audible as he buries his face in your shoulder and neck.

Relieved to hear his voice again, you place a hand on his hair and on his back, holding him tight. "I'm here, Coryo. As long as you need me."

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naomis-daydream · 16 days

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aftercare with abby <3

summary: abby taking care of reader after an eventful evening together.

warnings: mentions of sex, descriptions of nudity. no outbreak/modern!au. short n sweet fluff <33

a/n: my first abby work ahhh. i love my big sexy gf!! pic cred: hyujies on pinterest

don’t stop talking about palestine

tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine. don’t not purchase tlou-related products. i don’t mind making silly little fics abt silly little pixels but if ur interacting with my posts, know that i am in full support of palestine and palestinians

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7:48pm.

abby glanced at the clock on her bedside table, reading the time quickly before turning her focus back to you. the setting sun painted the room in a beautiful orange hue, illuminating every corner. though the sunlight never looked more gorgeous than when it landed on you.

you were laid on your stomach, hands placed under your cheek as deep breaths escaped parted lips. and while the comforter was stretched over your hips, the skin of your back glowed, and abby swore she saw a sparkle dancing across your body. perhaps it was the sweat from the evening’s previous endeavors, or her eyes playing tricks on her, but then again her eyes always saw stars when it came to you.

you were absolutely ruined.

by the time she got done with you, your legs hardly had the energy to carry you to the bathroom. in fact the blonde had to do so herself.

“tired you out, huh pretty girl?” she’d tease, making you blush and bury your face in her neck as she carried you bridal style over the threshold and into the bathroom.

she carefully took a damp wash cloth to clean your inner thighs. “open up for me, baby.” the entire time you’re sleepily mumbling sweet nothings in her ear with a cheek on her shoulder.

“i love you so much abigail,” you’d whisper. to which she’d always reply, “i love you more.” no matter how much you tried to fight her on the subject, it was but a losing battle.

after getting cleaned up, you both had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, the soft beating of your girlfriend’s heart lulling you to sleep.

that was hours ago.

abby had woken up before you, rubbing her eyes and checking the time, seeing you both had been asleep for nearly two hours. usually, she’d wait for you to wake up so you’d decide together on what to eat. though, it was getting late, and most restaurants would be closing within the hour.

she could softly shake you awake or go grab something quick for the two of you, but if she’s learned anything in the past two years, it’s to never interrupt your beauty rest and don’t leave you alone while you’re asleep.

the taller girl ponders momentarily, though the growl of her stomach is what pushes her to climb out of bed, careful not to wake you.

she throws on a comfortable outfit, walking out the closet to give your forehead a quick kiss.

once she’s got to her car she sends a quick text in case you were to wake when she’s gone.

to my love: hey baby, just stepped out to grab dinner. be back soon ❤️

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scudslut · 4 months

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ahhh yes yes, I haven’t written him too subby on here yet so I was super excited to write this❤️ I hope you like it @darylsgirl23 <3

Heartsease

Daryl x f!reader

Setting: Bridge Camp/Post Savior War

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+, softdom reader, unestablished relationship (but both know there’s a little somethin somethin iykwim), aka your his and everyone knows it, oral (m - receiving), unprotected piv, premature finish

Daryl was never one to keep still.

It made him anxious to be in one place for too long, always going on runs and patrols ensuring his people were as safe and provided for as they could be. He felt at ease outside the walls, out of people's prying gazes, and left alone to do his part for the community in peace. These days though, he was a flurry of activity. Hardly ever in the same spot long enough to see the sun rise and set again.

You knew he felt guilty - that he was angry and didn't know how to release it. You'd watch him work on the bridge for hours, frustration seeping out of his bones and into the atmosphere around him. It hung off him like a phantom.

The vast majority of the community was intimidated by it. They would walk on eggshells in his presence as if they could predict an oncoming outburst. But you knew better, you knew him.

He was angry at the world, yes. But he was distraught with himself... his own mind. It ran a mile a minute and gave absolutely zero reprieve. Anyone could see that if they dug just a bit deeper, looked at him a little closer.

Sure he was strong and burly; a true beast of a man, but he was also quiet and thoughtful. He cared so deeply about others that it frightened him to his core. All he wanted was to protect his family and do right by them.

And you saw all of that.

You had for years now and it only made your desire for him stronger. You wanted to thank him. Drop down to your knees and worship every freckle and scar that made him, him. He deserved it, deserved an escape.

Initially, you thought maybe he wasn't into that and preferred to keep his relationships asexual, to which you were perfectly happy to abide by. Any time spent with him was cherished time in your eyes. But during a sleep-deprived chat with Carol one night on patrol, long ago, you had found out he did have a few sexual encounters before the apocalypse. Just none that had truly meant much to him, or that he was entirely sober for.

That small bit of insight helped you understand the man so much more and you carefully dropped your hints from that point on. However, with your luck, every time you thought something might happen between you two, the moment would slip right through your aching fingers, dusted away by whatever imminent danger lurked behind each corner.

To be quite honest, you were getting fed up with the world's continuous cruel jokes, and from the looks of things, Daryl could use a healthy distraction right about now.

Ears perking at the familiar rumble you'd grown to love, you watched as he pulled up on his trusty, beaten-up Nighthawk, finally returning from a longer visit at Hilltop. You could see the sheen layer of sweat built up above his furrowed brows, his teeth nibbling away at his lower lip - an anxious habit you had picked up on mere days after meeting him.

His mind was bothering him. That much was clear.

He shuffled quickly to his tent, gaze transfixed on the muddy shoes he wore, avoiding any onlookers who wanted to ask their silly questions, throwing the flaps open, and disappearing in a fluster.

You knew better than to bother him now, give him some time to gather his thoughts and decompress. You whittled away at your spears, biding the time as you devised a plan on how you would approach him. After all, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off or embarrass him in any way. He was reserved when it came to these situations, unsure of himself. The few times you had brushed lips or touched him a bit heatedly, he was jumpy and almost insecure, as if he needed instructions on how he should behave. It was extremely endearing to you; like a stray pup who just needed a little reassurance and affection to calm his fierce walls of doubt.

It was almost dusk when you finished with your spears, gathering them up and placing them near some of the other weapons the community used when needed. You scanned the grounds, noticing everyone collected by the fire, dishing up for a late dinner. You quickly made your way over, grabbing two portions and slipping away before you were noticed and stopped for conversation. You knew Daryl wouldn't get one for himself, spew some excuse that 'he wasn't hungry' or was 'too tired' when really, he just didn't want to take away from another. Even if that meant he didn't eat or drink anything for days at a time. It made your heart blister for more reasons than one.

You balance both plates on your left arm, reaching to pull the flaps open slowly, not wanting to startle him with your arrival, "Dar? You asleep?" you whisper into the dim den.

You hear a grunt, some shuffling, and in a moment a soft glow fills the area as he lights a nearby lamp, perching up on his small cot, "I was."

Flicking off your boots, you zip the entrance closed behind you, "I brought you some dinner, figured you'd be hungry after your trip," You smile and he mutters a quiet thanks, opting to accept your kind offer rather than argue with you, he knew you wouldn't take no for answer anyway. He scoots to the side, creating a spot for you to sit while you two eat in comfortable silence. He liked that you didn't feel the need to fill the air, that you could simply enjoy each other's company without all the small talk. You were one of the few people he'd met in his life, who just inherently understood him, down to the most basic level. He hated leaving you all the time like he had been, just another thing to nag at his over-exhausted mind.

Hearing him sigh quietly, you cast your eyes over, watching as he scrapes up the remaining crumbs off his plate, placing it outside the tent along with yours for you both to deal with in the morning.

"I imagine your pretty tired, huh?" You ask, following his movements as he plops down again beside you.

"Nah, not really. Got a few hours 'fore ya came bustin' in here," he grumbles with a small smirk and you lean into him nudging his shoulder playfully. "Why ya wanna chat or somethin'?"

You consider him for a minute, trying to find the proper words to initiate what was truly on your mind. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. That even though you'd never labeled anything between you guys, you both felt it. Knew it was there. You just needed the right moment. Now was as good a time as any, you figured.

"No, I just- I wanna try something."

He nods his head for you to continue, so you scoot closer, placing your hand delicately on his shoulder and bringing your face centimeters from his. You stop just before you close the gap, gauging his reaction. His breath hitches slightly and you feel his pulse rapid under your fingertips, but he doesn't pull away. Taking that as the only confirmation you'll get, you press your lips to his softly, brushing your thumb against his stubbly, pink cheek. He takes a good minute to respond, carefully moving his lips back against yours and placing his hands on your hips. You feel him squeeze, eliciting a quiet moan of encouragement from you and he all but sinks into your touch, falling into a comfortable rhythm with your lips. You stay like that for a while, breathing in his piney scent and relishing in his gentle kneads at your waist. It wasn’t much to the untrained eye, but you knew that was his way of pouring his affection into you without so many words. His way of telling you he was yours.

You drag your kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking at the salty flesh between his collarbones. His breaths grow uneven and you can feel him begin to tense again, unused to such personal attention, "Is this okay?" You ask, not wanting to push him past his boundaries. He only nods in response, his throat feeling like the Sahara.

He has to admit, he's thought about this many times, relieved himself to thoughts of you too many times to count over the years. He's just never known how to approach you about it, scared you'd reject him or he'd do something wrong.

He watches as you slip to your knees before him, your eyes glued to his. "You'll let me know if you want me to stop, yeah?" As he tries to nod in response again, you stop him, "I need you to say it to me," You press.

"Y-yea, I'll say somethin'," he whispers timidly and you grin, beginning to unbuckle his belt and slip his raged jeans down. You kiss down his strong thighs, feeling them tremble slightly beneath you. His hard-on is poking through his boxers and you drag your lips across it, placing soft pecks down the length of him, listening to his breathy pants. You didn't realize how turned on you'd be, having him all flushed and needy for you, but god were you enjoying it. Slipping your fingers into the waistband, you tug them down and his cock springs free, precum leaking from the pretty, pink tip.

"You dun have'ta," he mutters, anxiety sweeping over him fast, even though he really, really does want to. You catch his gaze, noticing how dark his stormy eyes have gotten.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart," you reply, pressing soft kisses from the base to tip, feeling him pulse under your touch. You enclose your mouth around him, taking almost his entire length at once and you hear a guttural groan from above you, his knuckles white from the clutch they had on the bedsheets.

You wondered if he had ever had a woman go down on him before. Judging by the gasps and twitches he was emitting, if he had, it hadn't been for a very long time.

He bucks into you, searching in a daze for more friction, and you pin his hips down, earning a deep whine from him. You knew if he wanted to, he could easily overpower you, use your mouth to his heart's content, but he wouldn't. He wanted you to take charge. Needed it.

Raking your eyes over his heaving figure, you slide your tongue along his shaft, moving in slow, sensual circles as you bob up and down. Daryl's head is tossed back, eyes screwed shut and you can tell he won't last much longer. The sensitivity of not being touched in so long, sprinting towards him at full speed. You pull back, slowing your movements. He lifts his head off the wall, pale blue eyes blown to darkness as he watches you take him so sweetly, "Please," He whispers.

When you shake your head, humming a soft, "Not yet," as best you can around him, his eyes roll back into his skull, entirely overwhelmed by the overstimulation, but loving it nonetheless. "I-I can't," He gasps, his accent muddled even stronger in his lustful state. You have to squeeze your legs tighter, clenching around nothing hearing your man so utterly wrecked beneath you. You want to draw it out for hours. Have him begging you to let him cum down your awaiting throat. However, you decide you both have waited damn long enough to prolong your union even more.

Releasing him with a soft kiss to his leaking tip, you stand in front of him, shimmying out of your clothes as quickly as you can. "Lay down for me, baby,' You direct, moving the straddle him as he eagerly follows your orders, turning lengthwise on the makeshift bed. His eyes never leave yours as you sit down on him, groaning when he feels how wet you are pressed against his cock. "Have you thought about this before, pretty boy?" His cheeks flush crimson at your sultry compliments, nodding curtly whilst avoiding your stare.

"Dar." You press.

You were being so gentle yet stern with him it was making it brain fuzzy, all stressors from the day long washed away to be replaced by only you.

"Have, yeah," He huffs in embarrassment, trying with great difficulty not to portray how truly turned on your words were making him. But you saw right through him... or rather felt him. You lean forward, kissing and nipping up his neck to the shell of his pink ears, "Do you want me to stop?"

A full-body shiver jolts through him when he feels your warm breath against his ear, involuntarily rolling his hips into yours and you chuckle at his obvious sensitivity. He knows he needs to use his words. You won't be letting him off that easy. "Please don't," Is all he manages and it seems to do the trick. You grip his length, tracing it along your soaked folds, and slowly sink down. Your careful as you take in his reaction, scanning his expression for any signs of discomfort. He bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut and lets out a muffled groan.

"Fuck," He mumbles, and you're surprised to hear him say anything you didn't need to pry out of him. A positive sign, you determined and start to bounce your hips slowly, creating a synchronized dance between your bodies. Your body is buzzing as you ride him, finally feeling the dull ache you’ve had for the man below you begin to dissipate as he whimpers oh so softly for only you to hear. His hands grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises to find in the morning, but you hardly give it a second thought. All you can think about is Daryl. His closeness, his warmth and strength, and-

He tenses beneath you, broken gasps leaving his chewed lips and suddenly he’s lifting you off of him, soaking your thighs and abdomen completely. You gawk as you watch him come down, sworn you haven’t ever seen something so fucking sexy in your life. His head tossed back, jumbled curses leaving his mouth, and dark auburn hair dripping with sweat. You don’t care that he finished before you, this was about him. But you see his eyes snap to yours when he fully comes back down to reality, cheeks blazing for a different reason than before.

Leaning towards him, you capture his lips with your own, tenderly pouring your affection into him, needing him to know you weren’t upset, “It’s okay, relax,” you whisper against him with a soft smile, leaning your forehead onto his. His eyes are filled with guilt, “I mean it, Dar,” And he’s back to his nods of response.

He didn’t need any more words of sympathy. He knew you were happy as a kid on Christmas, he just needed to accept it for himself. So with one last peck to his cherry lips, you slide off him, grab a rag to clean yourself up with, and scoot right in beside him, craving his warmth. He turns to you quickly, grabbing your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You feel a few soft pecks from him along your jaw and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your limbs around his, reeling in your post-coital glow.

You were safe, snuggled with your love, and that was all you needed.

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rosedom · 1 month

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AHH UR SO RIGHT, fucking him over his bike, his pride and joy, while he gasps and moans while blubbering on how good u make him, how good it is.

AHHH him in leather too, he'd look so fine with a leather jacket bro omfg (≧▽≦) the way he'd tremble when you'd bite his neck, marking him up all from his neck to his shoulders as he tries to he quiet, embarrassed that he's feeling this good with you railing him over his precious bike

Maybe he's known as the "bad boy," the complete opposite of you,, and nobody would expect the two of you to even speak to each other,, but here the two of you are, both of you pretty much trembling from overstimulation and how good you're both feeling aahdbsksbdjs

It's such a good idea omfg ahdhshdbs ur brain is so good it's amazing

-pera

"in an open match, 【 pera 】 has invited WRIOTHESLEY to play . . . dress for the slide

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!wriothesley, modern au, sex against a motorcycle, vaginal fingering, PIV sex, dirty talk + teasing + lowk praise, lighthearted bickering (mid- and post-coitus), slight breeding kink, creaming, creampie, alluded aftercare .

A/N : i know it technically wasn't an invitation, but . . ye<3 + fun references of dad!wrio with sigewinne <33

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Wriothesley is not an arrogant, prideful man. He is humble; he tips generously at restaurants, holds the door open for anybody coming up behind him, greets people—you especially—with a kind smile.

The scars marring his body, the thick leather of his jacket and pants, the spikes and chains worn like jewelry, accessories—it’s intimidating, sure, but on him, it’s hardly such.

Little children—they bound up to him, pulled as if by a magnet. It’s adorable, it’s endearing; and Wriothesley takes it all in stride, smiling that toothy grin of his and giving lollipops and candies from God-knows-where. (He’s got a pocket in his jacket just for sweets.

It’s why he always smells like sugar, beneath his frosty cologne.)

And speaking of children... Wriothesley is so good with ‘em. He holds custody over small Sigewinne, for crying out loud! She’s quite popular in school, too; while she's certainly a ball of sunshine on her own, her father certainly seals the deal for her—especially when he drops her off and picks her up in that hot ride of his:

a goddamn motorcycle.

Now, you’re not exactly an expert in the things: all you know is that it looks badass, and it makes Wriothesley all the more ruggedly handsome to you.

And, well.

It just so happens that, now, you’ve got this ruggedly handsome, sugar-frosted man all for the taking, spread out across the seat of that damn bike. He’s got his usual get-up on for when he rides—leather jacket, torn jeans, simple tee—, his hair a mussed up mess from where he took off his helmet. The helmet is resting precariously on the back seat, a support for Wriothesley’s body as you kiss him silly.

“Hah—wait, wait,” he’s pushing you back, breathless, his leather, fingerless gloves accentuating his fingertips, the short, bitten nails of his. His cheeks are tinged pink, and he looks good enough to eat—to devour.

You hum, tip your head to the side to nonverbally ask, What’s up? but Wriothesley’s twisting around just-so, just enough to grab his helmet. He passes it off to you—with, to your delight, shaking hands—, and asks, “Can you put this on the ground?” You raise a brow, taking it anyway to do as he asks, and he continues, sheepish. “I—ah, I don’t want it to fall.”

You laugh, then, corralling back up to him once the helmet’s safely deposited on the grass (and not the pavement, thank you. You’re not a monster, letting something as sexy and sleek as that helmet risk getting scratched up).

“Oh?” You lean back in, making like you’re about to kiss him again—kiss him proper, now, without worrying about the precarious balance of his beloved helmet—, but you dip down at the last second to press hot, searing kisses across his throat. “Why would it fall?” you continue, chuckling at the soft whimper that falls past his lips. “Unless you’re thinking about something naughty.”

He goes silent; the motorcycle rocks, just a little.

You pay it no mind, though. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you coo instead, lapping at the heavy thrum of his pulse. He groans, strong, leather-bound hands coming to wrap themselves around your biceps, yet he makes no other noise besides the quiet sounds of each exhale.

Soon enough—because it seems Wriothesley truly is intent on keeping it zipped—, your mouth has landed on the softest, most tender part of his neck. You hone in on it like you’re some type of mosquito blood-sucker, lips wrapping around his skin and sucking, suckling, working your tongue over it until it blooms a pretty shade of purple.

You tire quick, though, of the lack of vocal reply from your lover. “You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about this already,” you murmur, suckling a new mark opposite of the first one you’ve set prominently, “about me, about me fucking you jus’ like this...” You slide your hands up from his side to cup his jaw, thumbing at the subtle stubble as he looks up at you with such icy-blue irises.

You don't expect Wriothesley to nod. “I do,” he adds on, to really fluster you.

“I—ah?” You hiccup, pause, bite at the side of his neck mere inches above your first mark. “Gimme the deets.”

(It’s fun, to be immature like this.)

He huffs above you, gentle laughter shaking you from where you suckle bruise after bruise after bruise, leaving him looking like he got mauled by a bear, or whatever. (Your possessive heart soars at seeing your claim spread across his skin, where even his jacket collar can't cover.

Everybody will know he's yours.)

“Stop talkin’ like that,” he grumbles—the effect lost by the way he laughs—, “you sound like a teenager.”

“A horny teenager.”

He barks out a true laugh at that, the sound spilling into a soft moan when you suck at the slight hollow of his throat, the area oversensitive because of the scars. “You're insufferable.”

“And hard,” you murmur, rolling your hips down into him. The motorcycle creaks at your movement, but, this time, it stays still—perfectly still. (You thank Wriothesley for the care he gave his bike, going as far as to invest in a good and proper kickstand.

He definitely didn't imagine this when buying that, though.)

It's time to up the ante, then (to really test the give of the product.)

“Lemme fulfill those dirty fantasies of yours, sweet thing,” you coo, suddenly dropping the pretense of light-hearted teasing and diving right on into adopting that tone of voice you know makes Wriothesley utterly helpless in his arousal.

Yet, “Sigewinne rides on this with me—” he tries to say.

“So?” You dip down, hot breath fanning against his lips. His eyes cross to follow your descent, trained on your mouth getting closer, closer. “I’ll clean it.

“Besides,” you continue, rubbing the tips of your noses together. His own breath tickles your face. “I want you to be reminded of this. Every time you go on a ride, you’re gonna be thinking about this—about me, about the way I ruined you right here, right on your precious lil’ bike.

“You’ll always be reminded of this.”

You don't expect the way he mutters, all breathless off of nothing but the pleasant ache across his neck from the hickeys and your dirty, dirty words—it’s a simple, a quiet but gruff, “Good.”

“Good?” You tip your head to the side.

Wriothesley only huffs again, pulling you closer with the hands he's moved to your shoulders. You swear you can feel the grooves of his gloves through your own shirt. “Good,” he repeats, easy confidence dripping from his voice. (You want him to drip with something else.) “I want to remember.”

And, really, the grin you give is downright ridiculous, this love-sick, dopey thing that has no place in such a charged environment; but Wriothesley shares it with you, your own private smiles, and then he's surging forward and pulling you down to meet him in a desperate kiss, one all tongues and teeth.

“Now quit talkin’,” he drawls, licking at the roof of your mouth, “and make g-good on that promise.”

“Promise?” You chuckle, dark, a play out of Wriothesley’s own book. It doesn't fit you, really—you, the epitome of a good boy, a handsome sonuvabitch who has grandmas tripping over themselves trying to marry off their granddaughters. (“Oh, isn't he charming, sweet Cecily?”

“Grandmama, I’m a lesbian.”)

“I didn't promise you anything, Wrio,” you coo, but your mouth and hands are hardly on the same wavelength; as you tease him with your words, dripping straight sin, your hands are unbuckling the heavy metal strung across his hips, thumbing down the fly ‘til you get your fingers wedged right between his thighs. “Maybe I should have you beg, hm? Beg to be ruined right now, right here on the same bike everybody sees you ride around town in.

“Oh,” you murmur, then, an idea springing to your mind as your fingertips press to the throb of his cock even through his briefs, “isn’t that an idea?” He whimpers, the sound so soft, so—so unbecoming, if you didn't know Wriothesley the way you do. “E’rybody’s gonna see you ridin’ this, and they're not gonna have a damn clue, are they? They're not gonna know the way you spread yourself so eagerly across her pretty seats—” you tease him by calling the bike a her, knowing how peculiar Wriothesley is about personifying the thing.

He nods, hips humping desperately into your fingers. The whole time, he's making these other soft sounds, and you're taken, over and over again, by how lucky you are to have such a strong man at your mercy. “Please,” he begs. “Quit talkin’, and fuck me.”

Snickering, you bump your palm against his mons, saying, “But you love it when I tell you all the things I’m gonna do to you.”

Unable to even deny it, he groans, deep and throaty. “I do,” he acquiesces while you take away your hand and help lift him enough to shimmy down his jeans and boxers both, “but I’d love it better if you'd do more than just talk.” You leave the fabrics bunched mid thigh as you stand him up proper and spin him around, pressing him gently into the leather upholstery.

It’s quick, after that, to curl over the heft of him, to nudge your fingers back down between his bare thighs to tease at this thick cock, his throbbing cunt. He's soaked, off so little, and it's easy, too, to slide in one, two, three, working him open in soft, gentle movements that stretch him without a biting burn.

“I’m ready,” he bemoans, shimmying his hips ‘til he bumps against your own erection, tenting at your own pants. “Fuck me!” His hips move, tantalizing, teasing, and you find, unsurprisingly, that pre-cum is seeping through the fabric of your boxers.

“Fine, fine,” you murmur, pressing your fingertips against his g-spot for the first time today, the spot swollen beneath your touch. He mewls, chasing the pleasure, and you give it to him readily as you dig your cock out from your fly, barely pushing your pants down enough to rest just past your balls.

Now that your cock’s out, you slide your fingers from his wet, loose heat. (It never ceases to amaze you, how loose a cunt he gets when he's sufficiently aroused. He opens so easily for you, sopping off of nothing but some words, some foreplay.)

No matter how wet he is, though, you're still careful to further slick him up with lubricant. You dip into him just-so, just enough to slather his hole and cock both in lube. He starts, slightly, at the starkness of something cold against where he's most hot, most sensitive. “Ah.”

Grinning devilishly against the nape of his neck, nosing down the high leather collar of his jacket, you drag out your fingers, terribly slow; and, only when you're sure Wriothesley is well aware of just where your hand is, you slather your own hard cock with the mess of lube and his slick.

“Ready?”

He huffs. “I’ve been ready, babydoll.”

You laugh at that, nudging your cockhead up and into his loose hole. The resistance is hardly evident—really, his body gives so easily for you—, your cockhead popping in in that perfectly saccharine way that always makes you groan low, makes Wriothesley whimper high in his throat.

“So open for me, babydoll,” you coo—his own word against him—, one hand dropping from his hip to brace against the seat of the bike. It hasn't gotten truly unsteady yet, but you always like to err on the side of caution when your beloved is involved. (Plus, you’re really not keen on having to buy a replacement bike for him.

A year’s salary alone probably couldn't buy a bike as souped up as his, the years Wriothesley put into the thing paying off beautifully in the long run. That damn bike's been around longer than you’ve been his boyfriend.)

Your cock slips in quick, easy, smooth, sliding right in down to the hilt, where you pause to let him adjust to your size. And, like clockwork, he shuffles his hips side to side against your one-hand hold and breathes out a low, whistling breath, says, “Okay.”

With that simple word—that small phrase, really—, you’re drawing your hips out slow n’ slick, the sound frankly obscene in the quiet around you. His bike doesn't so much as creak this time, either: it’s silent but swaying in time with your thrusts, barely noticeable and not at all that important, supporting the weight of you both and the heft of your next tender thrust.

Nosing at his sweat-damp hair, you drawl, “Look’it you, sweetheart, all open n’ pliant for me on my cock. You’re takin’ it so well, pretty thing right on your pretty bike.”

“Baby—” he starts to say something else, but he gets cut off with his own moan, your thick cock budding up against his g-spot. You feel him froth around where you're balls-deep in him, and you slide your hand from hip to mons.

“Want my hand, Wrio?” you ask, fingers brushing the mess of black curls sprouting from between his thighs.

He nods vehemently, his bangs splayed across his sweaty forehead. God, if anybody walked by, drove by—they’d get an eyeful of your Wriothesley, fucked silly and hot by your cock; they’d get their heart’s content of punked-out Wriothesley, leather gloves and leather jacket spread across leather upholstery, his accessorizing chains rattling off with each thrust.

But Wriothesley is yours and yours alone; you wouldn't dare share the sight with anybody else. As such, you curl yourself further over his stretch-out, prone body, breathing hotly against and moaning against the blushing shell of his ear.

“There we go,” you murmur, taking to circling the throbbing head of his cock with a gentle finger. He mewls into the air, his head almost limp on his shoulders. “There we go.”

“F-feels good,” he moans as he tips his head into yours. “So good.”

“Yeah?” you ask, rhetoric, switching from circling to stroking him, your pointer and middle finger lightly squeezed on either side of his straining erection, moving forwards n’ backwards in gentle undulations. You swear you can feel his heartbeat in each throb of his cock, driving you to give it to him better, sweeter. “I can feel you throb for me, sweet thing: are you already that close?”

No longer trusting his voice (which is a shame, really, considering how much you love to hear those ruined syllables pass from his lips), Wriothesley can only nod, letting his head loll even further forward ‘til he’s practically curved over the seat of the bike. You follow him all the way down: you, wrapped over his curled back; and him, head pillowed on his crossed arms. A shimmer of sweat makes itself known on the sleeves of his jacket, the leather of it catching the sun. He’s devolved to helpless moans.

While he trembles beneath you, around your cock, you hone in on that perfect angle—the angle of your fingers stroking him off, the angle of your cock bumping against the spots deep in his cunt that never fail to pull Wriothesley apart. “There we go,” you repeat, your own words coming out muddled with the pleasure threatening to pull you under, instead. “‘m gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t take anymore—y-you want that, baby? Want me to breed you while you cream my cock—”

“—yes!” His voice is shot to hell, this raspy thing that’s somehow thrice as gruff as normal and equally as hot, as absolutely, resolutely ruined. “Yes, yes! Breed me, w-wanna be bred...” He tapers off with a whimper, cunt beginning to tighten up around you as his orgasm threatens to pull him under with you—no longer just apart, but wholly wrapped in you, safe and protected.

“Cum for me, then—mm—, Wrio, Wriothesley—”

He whimpers, again, and you barely catch a whisper of your own name in the intelligible mess before you’re cumming, too, your cock pulsing with each involuntary squeeze of Wriothesley around you. Even as blood rushes through your ears, though, you’re whispering sweet words—nasty words, each one making him whimper n’ whine—, your fingers—long-trained, by now—keep up the gentle strokes of his cock until he’s too sensitive to go on. You withdraw them slowly, even as you’re still pumping him full with cum, even as his cock is still helplessly twitching and cunt still milking you for all you’re worth.

Coming down from your highs, then, is a slow, drawn out thing. You stay seated to the hilt, but you tease at the way his cunt’s spread open around the base of your cock, your fingers coming back covered in opaque white. He whines and weakly kicks his leg back, but you only laugh, bringing his cum up to your lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean. You groan—more-so for show, to get a rise out of your boyfriend—at the taste, and he seems to finally find his voice at that.

“Quit it,” he says; and, damn, did you do a number on his voice. It seems to have dropped an octave, all syrupy-slow and gruff in that way he always gets post-coitus. “‘s nasty.”

“I’m nasty?” Laughing, you nuzzle your cheek against the back of his head, cat-like in your affections. “You begged for it.”

Wriothesley groans. When he attempts to lean up, you help by wrapping your hands around his abdomen—surely leaving a patch of saliva somewhere on either his tee or jacket—and prop your chin on his shoulder... all while you’re still balls-deep.

“Hi,” you say, grinning. You can feel his eye-roll.

But he says “hi” back anyway, letting his head fall back onto your own shoulder. He tilts his face towards you and meets your gaze with a satisfied sort of smile.

“Well?” you ask. “Did I live up to your fantasies?”

He nods. “And more,” he adds; but then he’s pulling off of and away from your cock, leaving you no time to dwell on it. “I starkly remember you saying you would clean my bike.”

“I did.”

“Get to it then.”

You grumble, though, tugging him back into your with the bear hold you’ve got wrapped across his torso. “You and the bike,” you finally correct, “and you come first. C’mon.”

Whether or not you actually get to cleaning that leather upholstery, well... Wriothesley may be driving Sigewinne to school tomorrow while sitting on a barely-there, all-dried patch of his and your cum.

i got rlly carried away . . this was 3k words before i even knew it >< . . but: was this inbox from february? ye. does my pera anon still show their face? idk ! if ur still here, this is dedicated to u, honey <33 i know this may feel shallow of me, but i really do miss u guys when u disappear (；′⌒`)

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mieluscious · 4 months

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jealous boys. xavier and rafayel

ෆ pairings : xavier x female reader x rafayel

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 1k8

ෆ warnings : mdni. sub bunny!xavier, dom!rafayel, sub!reader, oral sex (f. receiving), rafayel and xavier hate each other's, they are both jealous, some kisses and bites, soft butt slapping, xavier is a sleepy little bunny . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

you were sleeping peacefully when you felt something tickle you, you opened your eyes gently and mewled prettily when you saw xavier's blond hair between your thighs.

"xavier...what are you doing baby.." you brought your fist to your eye to rub it as you saw him raise his head towards you, his lips pressed against your panties just above your clit. he smiled at you and his tongue licked your covered sensitive bud, making you suddenly reach for the sheets. you tilted your head to the side and your eyes went up to the top of his head. "is that bunny ears ?... ahh-" you gripped the sheets tighter in your hands as you felt his tongue seep into your panties.

one of your hands slipped into his hair, which you stroked gently while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it noisily. you arched your back, moaning with your mouth wide open as you met his gaze again. he looked so cute between your thighs, with his little bunny ears on his head.

"w-where is...ahhhw.. raf-" xavier shook his head, letting you know he didn't know, but his gesture only pushed him further against your pussy, making you squeal loudly and grab one of his bunny ears.

you threw your head back and spread your thighs to give him more access to your intimacy. he opened his mouth wide and his lips swallowed most of your tight slit, his tongue slipped into your hole and fucked you back and forth. your legs trembled with pleasure and you moved your hips at the same pace as his licks when your phone rang. you grabbed it from the bedside table, it was rafayel, you picked up the call.

"r-raf-...ahhh.." xavier, who was on his knees on the floor, climbed onto the bed without stopping to eat your pussy and put your thighs on his shoulders before sucking hard on your clit. you were panting loudly into your phone's microphone and rafayel could clearly guess what was going on.

"i was wondering where you were, i kept ringing your doorbell, guess i know where you are now." he tsked and you heard him bang his foot against the door of your apartment. "this little bastard didn't waste any time." you felt xavier smile against your pussy lips and suddenly moaned as he sucked harder on your clit.

rafayel hung up and your phone slipped out of your hand as you arched your back to savor the precise tongue strokes of xavier, who grabbed your ass with both hands and eating you like he was starving. you moved your hips against his face as your hands went down to the bottom of your top, which you pulled away from your body, releasing your bouncing breasts under xavier's glittering eyes.

the front door opened abruptly and footsteps echoed heavily on the tiled floor. you already knew that rafayel was angry with both of you, but the anxiety had no time to reach you when you felt xavier's hand slide up the small of your back. you opened your mouth wide to moan silently as your eyes fell on him, greedily licking your slit up to your clit before gently biting your pelvis. you grabbed one of his bunny ears and pulled it, making him moan with his tongue pressed against your cunt without breaking the eye contact. naughty boy.

the bedroom door opened wide on rafayel, who was breathing heavily.

"hi baby-" xavier pinched your lower back as your attention turned to rafayel, causing you to arch your back and mewl under rafayel's dark gaze. his pretty eyes slowly drifted down to your breasts, which bounced gently from your heavy breathing, to then fell on the blond hair between your thighs. xavier lifted his head slightly, his tongue hanging out, dripping with your juice. rafayel gritted his teeth as he noticed him side eyeing him with mocking eyes.

xavier and rafayel were very jealous boys, always fighting over you, so you could tell they didn't like each other very much. how cute they are.

rafayel walked towards the bed, removing his jacket and loosening his tie. he caught your chin in the palm of his hand and lifted your face towards him.

"your face is all red, you were about to cum ?" you nodded and his thumb gently slid over your glossy lips. his beautiful eyes never left yours as his free hand reached behind him to grab one of xavier's bunny ears. he pushed his face back on your pussy, making him moan against your folds. "get back to work dumb bunny." he pressed his thumb inside his bunny ear and you felt xavier dig his nails into the tender skin of your ass, making you whimper prettily. rafayel sat next to you with his back facing xavier.

you reached for rafayel's shirt when you felt xavier eating you as if his life depended on it, his tongue slipping quickly between your folds and slurping your juice loudly making you moan with your mouth wide open under rafayel's watchful gaze. your free hand slipped over xavier's cheek, which you caressed with your thumb, silently telling him that he was doing good for you.

he suddenly sucked hard on your clit and you arched your back, mewling loudly his name as you tugged on rafayel's shirt, making him bend his head towards your face. his lips aligned with yours and you pushed your head forward, trying to kiss him, but he backed away slightly. he let go of xavier's bunny ear to put his forearm next to your head, blocking your sight of xavier eating you out. you ground your hips harder against his face as you felt the orgasm slowly rising inside you. your hand left his cheek to join the other one clinging to rafayel's shirt. he gently tapped your chin with his forefinger and you raised your teary eyes to his.

"what do you want ?" you bit down hard on your lower lip, making it almost bleed as you felt xavier bite your pelvis again. he was jealous. his hand grabbed the back of rafayel's shirt and pulled it towards him.

"she's about to cum let me look at her." feeling him speak against your pussy sent vibrations straight to your clit, making you pull rafayel's shirt even tighter as you mewled loudly against his lips. rafayel paid no attention to xavier as he continued to stare into your eyes, waiting for an answer to his question.

"k-kiss..." he smiled softly and his hand, which was next to your head, caught your face, sliding his fingers against your red ears. he tilted his head to the side, watching you cry out beneath him.

"you think you deserve one ?" you tugged harder on his shirt, unbuttoning a few buttons and revealing his pretty mole on the milky skin of his chest. his thumb slipped between your lips and ran over your teeth "look at you getting wild, am i frustrating you ?" your canines dug into the skin of his thumb and his smile widened at your silent confirmation.

"ahhh... dumb bunny is getting impatient again." rafayel sighed and straightened up to look at xavier behind him with a bored look as he felt him tugging harder on his shirt. rafayel pulled his arm away from next to your face, letting you see xavier between your thighs again, and you opened your mouth, letting rafayel's thumb slip from your lips with a quiet moan as you met xavier's gaze. xavier, who was usually so kind and gentle, had a dark gaze and you never thought you'd see that in his eyes one day.

this new side of him turned you on even more, your hand slipped into his hair, silently urging him to keep making you feel good, and when his lips sucked your clit again you felt you were about to explode, your back arched and rafayel took the opportunity to pinch your nipple, making you moan even more. you tilted your head back as you called out their names, rafayel noticed your pretty tongue sliding over your bottom lip. your feverish eyes fell into his, and you smiled as he caught your tongue between his index and middle finger.

"naughty little doll." his other hand slipped between your thighs behind him and pinched your clit, making you jump against xavier's face as he tongue-fucked your pussy hole. "does it feel good ?" you nodded and drool slipped from your mouth. he leaned towards your face and whispered on your lips so only you could hear him. "tonight you are mine, i'll make you scream." his eyes let you know that it was a promise and you could feel the wetness flowing even more from your pussy making xavier smile against your folds. and it was when he raised his eyes to yours with his mouth wide open that you squirted against his tongue, his gaze was feverish almost sleepy and his tongue kept titillate your clit with the help of rafayel's finger who pushed his thumb into your pussy hole against your gummy wall making you squirt even more and scream against his lips, which crashed against yours, tongue kissing you roughly under xavier's eyes.

rafayel moaned against your lips his tongue licked your teeth while xavier cleaned your pussy from your juices with his mouth. a trickle of drool escaped from between your lips and those of rafayel when xavier suddenly pulled him back to climb on top of you before crushing his lips against yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. you wrapped your arms around his neck and the sound of your lips smacking against each other's and moans bounced off the walls.

"ahh.. so sweet-" his tongue slipped over your lips and he took the opportunity to suck on yours when you opened your mouth. "i n-need... ahh-" your hands slid over his ass, which you slapped as you felt him rub his covered cock against your belly. rafayel grabbed his bunny ear and pulled it, making him squeal softly against your puffy lips.

"don't be too greedy bunny." you smiled against his lips and your eyes went to rafayel who was looking at him bored. xavier pulled back from your lips and stared at them.

"i want them on my cock." xavier blinked softly several times and you smiled lovingly, he was sleepy. you caught his face between your hands and stroked his eyes with your thumbs while rafayel pulled his shirt completely off behind him.

"you are sleepy princess." xavier tried to straighten up, to undo his belt when rafayel caught his chin in the palm of his hand, turning his face to his roughly.

"go to sleep, it's my turn to please her." your hands slid down xavier's muscular torso.

"be nice to him baby." rafayel pouted at your words, he frowned, noticing that xavier had already fallen asleep in his hand.

"at least he listened to me."

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coolyiooo · 9 months

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BSD Men - When Their Rival Flirts With You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗WARNINGS❗: smut, MDNI, biting, hickeys, public, recording, praise, breeding kink, scratching, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Dazai has enemies here and there, but the one he hates the most is Chuuya.You and Dazai were at a clothing store, but Dazai said he'd be right back to get some drinks from a food stand.

You were looking around the store and found a hat aisle. You put on a black hat and checked yourself out in a mirror, when suddenly you heard a faint voice, you almost didn't hear it, coming next to you.

"Wow.."

You looked next to you and saw a stranger look at you. He had red hair and blue eyes, making him attractive to the eye, but he was staring at you a little too much.

"...can I help you?" You asked

He stammers and begins to blush a tad "N-no! sorry, you just ah- it looks good on you. Your just ...yea"

You both stared at each other, until Chuuya looks away from you flustered, pretending to look at the other hats. He didn't mean to say something out loud, even if it was a whisper, but he has just never seen someone so beautiful.

When you were wearing the hat it looked like you were wearing his hat, which only made him feel some type of way.Something about him seemed familiar.

You kept staring at him and he noticed, with curiosity, he looks back at you. You both look at each other, his cheeks have a pink color pigment to them.

"Do I...know you from somewhere-?" You asked when suddenly two large drinks of soda fell on Chuuya, leaving you and him in shock.

"Oh no! What a klutz I am! Belladonna, are you alright?" Dazai asked with consideration

"D-Dazai!" You yelled in shock from the mess he made on the stranger

You turned to Chuuya and placed a hand on his shoulder "Are you ok?" That was when Chuuya finally made eye contact with Dazai

"AHHH!! A WET DOG, OH! it's just Chuuya.."

Your eyes looked at Dazai. It seems he knows who this man is.

"Dazai..." Chuuya grumbled "What the hell are you doing here?!" Chuuya yelled, finishing his sentence

"Oh! I'm just shopping with my, Belladonna. My girlfriend!"

"Your.. what?" Chuuya asked in disbelief

Dazai shakes his head up and down with a huge smile. He then turns to look at you. You looked back at him with a dazed look, how did these two know eachother? Too many things were happening at once

Dazai then gives you a big, fat kiss on your lips, making a loud kissing noise. He then starts to attack your face with kisses, which only drew a lot of attention to the three of you.Chuuya looked at you two with wide eyes as you pushed Dazai away from you, by placing two hands on his chest.

"Dazai! Your making a scene!" You yelled in a whisper, like a mom telling their kid to stop embarrassing them in a store.

Dazai pouted "but, bella-"

"Hey, excuse me. You three need to leave the store. Your being a disturbance to our costumers" an employee interrupted

"Oh, ma'am! It's all this one's fault" Dazai said, pointing at Chuuya

Chuuya's face turned red from anger. He looked like he was about to attack Dazai "what the hell are you saying you bastard?!"

Before the situation can become more of a mess, you stepped in and bowed continuously to the employee

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. We'll leave immediately"

You grabbed Chuuya and took him out of the store. You just wanted to help him get paper towels or something. You didn't even pay attention to Dazai because you were a bit frustrated with him. You practically left Dazai behind, but he followed the both of you until you yelled at him to get some napkins.

You grabbed a couple of napkins from your bag and tried to wipe away some of the soda on his clothes while apologizing. Chuuya's anger vanished into thin air ever since you started to basically put your hands all over his body.

"T-this has nothing to do with you, you have nothing to apologize for." He said with blush on his cheeks "It's all that bastards fault" He finished with an annoyed tone

"Do you two know eachother?" You asked

"Unfortunately" Chuuya responded

He saw Dazai coming back with a paper towel roll and he noticed your hands all over Chuuya. They both just gave each other a death glare

Dazai took your hands off of Chuuya "Bella, you shouldn't touch trash"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Chuuya yelled, standing up. People's attention was going towards you three again

"Not before I do! I saw how you were looking at her. Don't get any funny ideas!"

You pinched Dazai's cheek harshly, making him yelp in pain, Stopping the fight once again "your acting like a child!"

You then helped Chuuya clean his clothes and learned more about the two, like when they met. Before you left, you forced Dazai to apologize to him.

"now if you excuse me. I have to put someone down" you said

Dazai and Chuuya both had shocked faces, but Chuuya's face turned into a smirk " I think your my new favorite person.. y/n was it?"

You nodded with a smile "see you later, Chuuya" you waved bye.

When you got home, you were just about to yell at Dazai for being an idiot, but he immediately slammed your back against the wall and dove into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing on it. You were about to yell at him, but his knee started to rub in between your legs, making you aroused.

After creating a couple of hickeys, he pulled away "why was all your attention on him instead of me?" He asked in a breathy, deep voice.

Realization hit you "is that what this was all about? You were just jealous?"

He crossed his arms and looked away from you, closing his eyes.

You scoffed slightly " 'Samu you know I only have eyes for you"

"Then prove it to me, because it didn't look like it back there" he pouted

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, forcefully bringing him to the bedroom. You threw him on the bed and got on top of him

" it's disappointing how I have to remind you how much you mean to me, love" You started to take off your shirt "so I'll make sure you'll never doubt me again"

Few minutes have passed and here you are, riding him at a rough pace. His moaning is loud, but so are yours. His head looks down to where your both connected

"You see how good mmn~! I take you?" You asked

He whimpers "yeah~ ah~ so tight and wet mmn~ just for me" His hands grip onto your hips.

He then starts to remember about what happened earlier, how Chuuya looked at you and how you touched him. He wanted to punish you just a bit.He suddenly pushes you and gets on top of you. you were about to say something, but he starts to pound into you, making you stutter a moan

Dazai all of a sudden starts to bite you over and over again, all over your neck. His bites only made your walls clench around him more.

"Your mine, bella~! Ah~! I want everyone else- mmn~ to know your mine ngh! And I'm yours" he pounds deeper into you as you dig your nails into his back.

He smirks, knowing that you'll be leaving a mark on him too

"i- I'm going to mmn! Cum!" You moaned

It didn't take him long before he pushed himself as deep as he can and came inside you, moaning your name while hugging you tightly. You came with him when you felt the warmth, moaning with him.You both were out of breath, still holding onto each other.

He kisses your bite marks and looks deeply into your eyes, a tired smile on his lips

"you know, I wouldn't mind if you left some hickeys and bite marks on me too"

💚RANPO💚

Ranpo's main rival would probably be Poe, so this is how you first met the guy. You were waiting for Ranpo in front of a building, something for an investigation. He told you he was going to invite someone else, but he never told you who or what they look like.

You were simply standing outside waiting for you boyfriend. Off in the distance, Poe saw your figure and immediately thought you were mesmerizing. Poe kind of just stood still while looking at you, the whole world stopped for a second.

While he was admiring your beauty, Karl (his raccoon) got off his shoulders and ran up to you, startling him and making him run after his raccoon.

You were about to call Ranpo, since he was taking a long time. Suddenly, you see a raccoon running towards you.

Everything was moving too fast for you to react. You stood there as you watched this raccoon leap towards you. Your eyes widen a bit, until a hand abruptly grabs the raccoon by the back of it's neck, scruffing it like a puppy.

You were dazed, did this random stranger really grab a raccoon by the neck? You just stood there and looked at this man, who's hair was covering his eyes, until he spoke

"I-im so sorry! He usually never acts like this!" The man apologized

He put the raccoon around his shoulders like a parrot or something. "W-wait that's your...pet?" You asked

"Uh- y-yes"

You were shocked, but immediately became in awe.

You walked closer to the man to take a better look at his raccoon " he is so cute! Can I pet him?"

Poe started to blush, since you were too close to him. "Ah- y-yes! w-well, you can hold him if you want"

Before Poe could grab Karl, Karl jumped on to your shoulders. You jumped from surprise for a second, before you became enamoured by a cute animal on your shoulders. You kept calling Karl cute and how cool Poe was for having such an exotic pet, making him blush. Poe was just about to say something when, out of no where, he felt a harsh slap on his back.

"Hey, Poe! Whatcha doin?" Ranpo yelled with a smile on his face

"R-Ranpo!" Poe said with shock

"Ranpo! Took you long enough. I've been here waiting" you said, a tad annoyed

"I got lost, sugar" Ranpo responded to you while kissing your cheek

"Of course you did" you sighed

"S-sugar?" Poe was stunned

"Oh, yeah! Poe this is y/n, my girlfriend, and y/n this is Poe, the person I told you we're going to meet up today"

Poe felt his soul leave his body. He didn't know Ranpo had a significant other. You were also a little stunned. You just thought 'what a coincidence'

"I see you've already greeted each other" Ranpo said

You chuckled "well I was just having fun with the raccoon"

"R-Ranpo, I didn't know you had a girlfriend"

"Well now you know! She's quite the beauty, isn't she?" He started to attack your face with kisses. People's eyes went towards you two, making you slightly embarrassed

"Ranpo, I love you, but this is not the place" you whispered with consideration

"Your right. We should save all that stuff for later" Ranpo said with a smirk

Poe looked pale as snow "hm? Is everything ok?" Ranpo asked Poe

"Oh, n-nothing. I have to sit down"

Suddenly, Poe felt Ranpo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear

" I know you must be devastated, but there are other fish in the sea" Ranpo gave him a warm smile

Poe's face went completely red. He couldn't defend himself, even if he wanted to. You just looked at the two with confusion.

"Now time for the investigation!" Ranpo yelled

It didn't take long for Ranpo to finish the investigation, to be Honest, you don't really know why he brought you and Poe along, maybe he was just bored. You all sat on a bench while eating ice cream. You were all enjoying the silence and the taste of the desert until Ranpo blurted out

"Well me and y/n have to do something very quickly before I forget. Just wait for us here Poe!"

Ranpo then grabs your hand and drags you into a building. You still had your ice cream in your hand as he took you into the restroom. It was a single bathroom, so you had the whole room to yourselves. I think you know where this is about to go.

Poe checks the time after waiting for about 5 minutes. He saw the building you and him went into and decided to go and find you two. He looked around in the building and couldn't find a single trace. Poe then decided to just go to the restroom, but before he even touched the handle he heard voices from the inside.

Ranpo was nibbling gently on your neck, leaving small dark hickeys all over you. You were straddling Ranpo as you jumped on his dick. Your hands were on his hair and shoulder and his were on your hips.

"You feel so good around me, sugar~ so tight~" he mumbles against your skin

"Mmn~ too good~ Ranpo, I'm going to cum~"

Poe's face was red as if all of his blood went to his cheeks. He immediately speed walked back to the bench and decided to wait for you two there. He'd be lying if he said your moans didn't aroused him.

When he went back to the bench. He tried to cover his slightly hardened cock by crossing his legs. He couldn't get your voice out of his head. It didn't take long for you and Ranpo to come back. Ranpo had a big smile on his face and you were slightly blushing while smiling.

"We're back! And it's time to go"

Poe blushed a bit "where did you guys go?"

He tried to act dumb, but he forgot he was talking to the Greatest detective. Ranpo smirked and leaned into his ear

"I think you already know"

💜FYODOR 💜

Fyodor is a man who has many enemies, but his main one would be Dazai. You first met Dazai when you were walking with Fyodor to an alleyway. Fyodor left his stuff in a dumpster and couldn't find his hat when suddenly Dazai appeared, wearing his white ushanka.

You were surprised when someone from the ADA found you two, but Fyodor seemed relaxed, as if he knew this was going to happen.They both exchange a couple of words, when suddenly, Dazai noticed your presence.

He was astonished at how he didn't pay attention to you until now. Fyodor's eyes grew a bit darker, knowing what Dazai's thoughts were

"Oh my.." Dazai started, while staring at you with star gazed eyes and slight blushed cheeks

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever come across" he said with a soft voice, like he couldn't believe his eyes

You looked at him with a confused face, shocked by the words this man was saying to you. He shouldn't be flirting with someone from an organization that's trying to eliminate his.

"Ah~ So that's how fallen angels lure the humans into sin. With you being one of them and as stunning, bewitching, drop dead gorgeous as you are, who could ever say no to you? " Dazai said

Before you could respond, Fyodor got in front of you in a possessive manner. Your head peeking out of his shoulder as Dazai looked at you two like he was thinking, then put two and two together

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you two an item by any chance?" Dazai asked, scratching his head

"I would prefer if you wouldn't speak to her" Fyodor responded with a wicked smile

"Wow, how cute! Look at you being all protective~ I would be too if she was mine. You are quite a lucky man aren't you?" Dazai smirks

"Indeed I am and don't waste your time coming up with faithless ideas. She would never fall for someone like you"

Their faces and tone was filled with an intense, passive aggressive aura. It was making you uncomfortable as they both slyly smiled at each other.You decided to back Fyodor up to kill two birds with one stone. To help Fyodor ease up a bit and to tell Dazai to respectfully stfu.

"I would have to agree. I mean, I wouldn't fall for a half done mummy" you said

The cold atmosphere immediately went away when their focus was back to you. Fyodor let out an amused chuckle as Dazai was embarrassed. His face turned white

"I've been called many things, But not a half done mummy" Dazai responded in almost a whine and a pout

After more exchanges of words, someone from the top of a building shoots Dazai. It left you in shock, but Fyodor gave you a reassuring look, you then knew that this was just part of his plan.

After they both said their last words, Fyodor gives you a look that tells you it's time to go. You nod and give him a small smile as you hug his left arm, your cheek laying on his shoulder. While you both walk away, Fyodor kisses the top of your head, side eyeing Dazai who's laid out on the ground looking at you two.

When you two both made it home safely. He brought you towards the bedroom and very gently started to kiss your lips. Your heart was fluttering. His lips felt like tears, kindly caressing your skin and bringing you sudden warmth.It was a struggle, but when you both needed some air, you pulled away. Both of you breathing heavily

"Don't tell me I have to remind you that I only have eyes for you, Fedya" you said in a breathy whisper

He smiled "of course not, my love. I just.. have to mark what's mine"

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. He begins to kiss your neck, already making you moan quietly.

"I have to show others that you belong to me" he says against your skin.

That night, Fyodor made love to you in a tender, yet rough, way. He left hickeys and bite marks in visible places, which only turned you on more and moan his name.One of your hands was grabbing onto his shoulder and the other held the back of his head while he sucked on your neck.

He was going at a normal pace, but even then he reached deep inside you. He stops sucking on the skin of your neck to kiss the fresh mark. You could hear him quietly groan.

"Oh, how I wish he could see how beautifully you spread your legs just for me, moya lyubov~" he said in between kisses

He lifts his head up, his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes

" mmm~ I want him to know how incredible I make you feel ah~ how much I satisfy you in every way"

"Mmm~ you do, Fedya~ ah~! Your the only one who's ever made me satisfied~" you responded

He smirks then starts to thrust deeper into you, reaching you two closer to your climaxes. "You are so ravishing, my love~ I'm- mmn~ at my limit~" he groans

You wrapped your legs completely around his waist, locking him in place to tell him to cum inside you. The pleasure was too good, you couldn't even form sentences.

He understood what you wanted and kept going.A little while longer of rubbing his cock against your tight walls, he found his release and came deep inside, biting your neck, letting a groan out .

You moaned his name loudly as you also came with him. You both didn't move for a bit. You were just trying to catch your breaths, but he softly says

"I really am a lucky man to call you mine"

💙ATSUSHI💙

Atsushi's rival is obviously Akutagawa. You were on a shopping date with Atsushi, but you both parted ways for a bit and decided to meet up somewhere else.

You were on your phone trying to find Atsushi while walking on the sidewalk. You then randomly bumped into someone roughly, it was almost like you hit a wall.

"Watch where your-!... Oh" the stranger said.

He was annoyed at first when someone suddenly bumped into him, but when he took a good look at you, he felt his mind go blank just for a second, in a good way somehow.You touched your head to ease the pain as you look at the stranger.

He had black hair with white tips at the front. He wore a long, black coat with a ruffled top. You noticed his tone was full of anger at first that soon turned to a calm one.

"I- I'm sorry" he apologized

You felt like it was actually your fault for bumping into him "No, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking"

His eyes widen slightly "I wasn't either. your fine"

You smile kindly, but you realized that you've probably seen him before

"...hey, you look familiar.." you said

He look dumbfounded and without thinking he said "I doubt it. If I've seen someone like you before, I would've remember"

Your eyes widen a bit as you tilted your head. He realized what he just said and blushed slightly "I mean-.. I just have a good memory"

You chuckle gently while scratching your head "Yeah, I must be imagining things"

You both looked at eachother for a second before you heard a familiar voice next to you "Y/n, I got you some flowers! I hope you like them"

You look at a small bouquet that Atsushi had in his hands and smile widely. You gasp "Awe, thank you so much, Atsushi. You didn't have to" you kiss his cheek

"You?..." The stranger whispered, grumbling gently

"Akutagawa?" Atsushi said.

You finally realized why the stranger looked familiar. It's because you've heard about him from the ADA

"what are you doing here?" They said at the same time

"I'm here on a date" Atsushi responded. His eyes darken and his tone seemed on edge

Akutagawa's face looked extremely confused "A date? You? "

You stepped into the conversation "Yes, I'm his girlfriend"

Akutagawa looked at you baffled. Why is someone like you dating someone like him and why does he care so much? He doesn't know you at all, but he felt... Disappointed.

Without thinking he said in a harsh tone "You shouldn't waste your time on a pathetic man like him"

Atsushi eyes looked hurt for a split second. How dare someone talk about him like this?

You protested "Atsushi is the strongest man I know in every way"

He responded " Don't be ridiculous. You could do better"

Now you were pissed "Why don't you mind your own business? And I doubt I could. He's the only one who's ever made me satisfied"

Before anybody could say more, you held Atsushi's hand and dragged him away from Akutagawa. Akutagawa wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Why did he care so much about someone he barley just met? He doesn't know

As you dragged Atsushi away, after a couple minutes, Atsushi started to gently tell you to stop. You immediately stopped as you apologized to Atsushi

"I'm sorry, I just didn't like how he spoke about you and any second longer I probably would've done something I would regret" you said embarrassed

He looked at you with a worried expression "Did you really mean everything you said?"

You look at him surprised "Of course I do. Without a doubt!"

He smiles genuinely while he hugs you passionately "Thank you" he whispers

You hug him back with a warm smile, but you then asked "Don't tell me you believed some of his words because if so. I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you"

He smiled kindly "I already know, love, but um-" he looked away embarrassed with a blush "I..didn't like how he was looking at you" he finished his sentence

"How do you mean?"

"It- doesn't matter, but" he pushed your back gently against a wall while hugging you

In you ear he said " I don't want people getting the wrong idea that your single, so..." Atsushi kisses your neck, pulling you closer with his hand that's on your back, forgetting that you were both in a public setting.

He mumbles against your skin "I want others to know your mine"

Time flew by after you both made it to your apartment. You were both in your room, on the bed, with Atsushi on top of you. His thrusts were rough and so were his bites on your body, but his kisses were so full of love.

The bed frame would occasionally hit against the wall, making a thudding noise.You were both moaning and breathing heavily. The sensation made your heart beat faster as you were slowly feeling your release approaching

He bites on your shoulder as you moan his name loudly. "Your voice is so beautiful, y/n , mmn~! e-especially when you say my name~ "

He kissed your lips and asked "do I- ah~! make you feel good?"

You look into his eyes "you feel so good~ mmn~ i-im actually about to- ah~ cum~"

"I-i love it when you do ngh~! so don't hold back~"

His thrusts became harder and faster. His cock reaching deeper inside of you and it felt like he was only getting bigger. You could tell he was close to cumming too

You scratched your nails against his back, leaving red lines all over him. He kept saying ' I love you's' as he went faster. Both of you moaning and whimpering until he gripped your hips tightly and shot his load inside you.

You were both panting as you felt each other twitching from the orgasm. He was still inside you as he kissed your lips. He looked at you deeply in the eyes

"can we..do it again?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

We all know who Chuuya's rival is, which is Dazai. You were following Chuuya after you both heard that the port mafia captured him. You've never seen the guy, but Chuuya always talked smack about him, so naturally, you also don't really like the guy.

When you walked down some stairs, you saw a man cuffed to a Pilar. He hands and even neck were covered in bandages. His hair was brown with slight curls.

Based off of what Chuuya has told you, this is Dazai.His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, but when he heard foot steps approaching, his eyes went directly towards you first

His eyes turned into stars as he said "Do my eyes deceive me or do I see a goddess? Am I..in heaven? Oh wait, Chuuya is here. nevermind"

You were taken aback by the flirtatious comment, but before you could react, Chuuya punched Dazai in the stomach. You heard Dazai grunt in pain

"Want to say that to my girlfriend again, you bastard?"

"Girlfriend? You? Out of all people, you have a girlfriend?" Dazai asked in disbelief before he started to chuckle, only making Chuuya punch him again

They both kept making fun of the other for a bit before Chuuya asked him what his real plan for being captured was. Dazai said he planned to be killed, but Chuuya didn't buy it.

Dazai's attention went back to you for a split second, before talking to Chuuya again "You better be treating her well or else I'd snatch her right up~"

Chuuya, with his feet, cuts off the chains that were holding Dazai. "I'd like to see you try without getting killed! And what makes you think I don't treat her well? I bet all you'd do is ask her to do a double suicide with you"

"Your not wrong, but not before i treat her like a queen"

"Shut up! The real reason why I'm here is because I want to fight you. I want to crush you and whatever scheme you dreamed up"

Dazai then, with a snap of his fingers, unlocks his cuffs. They both exchanged words, Dazai spoke about how if he wanted to be free he would've done so. They then proceeded with full on fighting each other.

At this point, you were just there watching the fight. No real reason as to why you were there, but at least you were enjoying the fight. After awhile of them beating eachother up, Dazai told Chuuya why he can't kill him and if he did, he'd just get into trouble. This made Chuuya mad because he knows Dazai is right

After a few more words, Chuuya held your hand gently and walked towards to the stairs to leave. Before you two left, Dazai said something to you

"If you ever want to do a double suicide call me, my belladonna~ I would love it if you, a goddess, to be the last thing I see on this earth"

You saw that Chuuya was about to yell some shit at him, but you then said with a smile "Wish I could say the same, but I'm in love with Chuuya"

He smiles back at you "Oh Trust me, Belladonna. You could do so much better"

"BASTARD!" Chuuya was about to go beat up Dazai again, until you held the back of his jacket to keep him steady

"Trust you? trust me when I say you can never be compared to Chuuya. Not in a million years"

Your eyes suddenly darkened as you still held a smile "I don't like it when assholes make fun of the people I love, so please shut the fuck up"

Your words only made Dazai shiver "so creepy. I bet you learned that from Chuuya"

Chuuya ignored his words and just looked into your eyes. He loved that you just told Dazai off. Chuuya simply cupped your cheek as he smiled at you. He kissed your cheek, but you grabbed his face to kiss his lips.

You were both passionately kissing while Dazai was just uncomfortably watching. "Um- hey, you guys know I'm still here, right?"

Chuuya suddenly carries you bridal style "Yea, sorry, we suddenly have plans. Something you wouldn't understand"

Before Dazai could say anything Chuuya left. You quickly found yourselves at your shared apartment on the bed. You both kissed eachother roughly while moaning.

He pulled away for a second "Sorry, darling, but I have to let others know that your not available"

He went to kiss your neck and shoulders, already starting to bite and leave hickeys. You held the back of his head to bring him closer. He picked you up by under your thighs. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck.

He then aggressively hits your back against a wall and looks at you "Say goodbye to walking, love, because it's going to be a fun night~"

Minutes passed and you find yourself bending over a table as Chuuya fucks you from behind. Both of you moaning loudly while your skin claps against each thrust.The table was scrapping against the ground from how aggressive he was being. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave a mark and your nails left scratch marks on the table.

He then bent over. His chin was on your shoulder while he kissed your cheek. Chuuya, out of no where, bites deeply into your shoulder, making you moan his name loud.

He pulled away "Oh, f-fuck~ you feel so fucking good, doll~ ngh~! If only he could see you"

Something inside him was different. usually he would never do this, but at the moment he was very possessive.

"Doll~ mmn~! do you mind if I show that ass for brains how good I make you feel?"

You could only respond with a nod. You weren't thinking straight, the pleasure was just too good, but you thought 'why not?'.

Chuuya smirks slightly while, using his ability, he got his phone and started to record only your voice and nothing else.When you notice he was recording, you started to moan his name loudly and kept praising how good Chuuya is. You heard chuuya groan deeply as he went at a faster pace

"F-fuck~! I- I'm- agh~! c-cumming~! C-Chuuya~" you moaned

You heard Chuuya's grunts become louder and louder, until he thrusted deep inside you to cum inside you. Both of you moaned loudly as you came together.You were breathing heavily and at the same time you felt your legs quivering. You couldn't feel them at all.

Chuuya then remembers that he's still recording and presses the send button before really thinking about what he just did, but that's for you two to worry about in the future. Dazai is always messing with him, so he was just returning the favor

He leaned into your ear and whispered while he kissed it. "your my love~ I love you so much"

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arminsumi · 8 months

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can i request fluffy young love with yuji? he reminds me of that one song “and they called it puppy loveeeeeeee” he’s so sweet

PUPPY LOVE.

NOTE: this is so cute i sat here blushing and grinning pls!! and yesss that one song ahhh!! 🥲 it's got yuji written all over it. anyways hope u likeyy 💗

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/��𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

PLAY ME ♪ and they called it puppy love

yuji's eyes are heart-shaped when he has them on you. and he keeps a very straight posture when in your company; shoulders taught, chest puffed out a little, trying his best to impress you by showing off his tallness.

heeling wherever you go, he follows with peppy footsteps. even a stranger could tell that he's lovestruck.

his swooning is so blatant that it's become obvious even to his teachers that he likes you. he really exudes the 'i like you' vibes. the air between you and him is always buzzing with something that can't be identified by anything other than —

"puppy love. isn't it cute, suguru?" yuji's teacher comments as he catches the boy flirting with you yet again.

"mhm. very cute." suguru hums to satoru.

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"can i walk you home?" yuji asks eagerly.

it's become a daily thing for him to walk you home. he knows you won't say no, of course, he likes asking just to hear you say yes. it makes him giddy.

he walks close alongside you down the sunset-lit streets, "clumsily" bumping his shoulder into you. the brief close proximity gives him butterflies.

the school day usually ended with the two of you sharing earbuds, listening to a playlist that the two of you made together, stopping by street food stalls, nearly choking on your soda when he makes a joke that catches you off-guard. things like that.

but something different happens today.

he holds your hand, when you two are about to cross the street.

you're staring at the walking person sign, impatiently waiting for it to turn green. and yuji is calculating his moves so hard that it feels as fatiguing as playing chess. the more he thinks about it, the more his hand starts to shake. the back of his fingers graze the back of your hand, you subconsciously reciprocate and — just like that you're finger-locking with your best friend.

he flattens his lips to stop from smiling. there's a boyish blush searing from the apple of his cheeks down to his jawline.

for every walk home after that, he always held your hand when crossing the road. eventually, he just started holding your hand the whole walk back to your house, and even down the school corridors.

each time he squeezed your hand in his, he was thinking of leaping in for a kiss. especially when you locked eyes.

sometimes the two of you could feel that you wanted to kiss each other, so you smiled bashfully and looked away. he'd laugh and mutter an unnecessary apology.

but one day, he braved it, and dove right in. he swiped a kiss right off your lips. he was so quick about it that you were too shocked to register what had happened — frozen in place.

the two of you looked at each other shyly, then started giggling to cope with the overwhelming romantic tension.

yuji got addicted to kissing you very quickly after the first kiss. little pecks at your cheek, on your hand, sometimes a cheeky smooch on your neck. poor megumi and nobara always complained about witnessing too much PDA. and though the teachers thought it was adorable, they scolded the hell out of you two when you tried to kiss in between classes.

some months after, yuji slipped a little promise ring on your finger. he seemed so nonchalant about it. but he was laid in bed daydreaming at night about one day putting a real ring on your finger.

#fluff #yuji #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #yuji x y/n #yuji x you #itadori x reader #jujutsu itadori #jjk itadori #itadori x you #yuuji #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #yuji fluff

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hwasoup · 5 months

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this is based off of a dream I actually had, this is for all the chubbies out there like me 😘😘

18+

Minors DNI

Miguel O'Hara.... The man of anyone's dreams, the man who could have easily married any woman, but chose you. He's kind, very attentive, and always makes time for you.

But tonight was different, tonight he seemed a bit irritated, he seemed annoyed, grumbling about work and other things, but then he turned to look at you and said in a soft tone.. "Amor, ven aqui, I have something to talk about with you"

You approach him with a smile, hoping that your presence would calm his mood down. Miguel pats on the couch for you to sit right beside him and smiles when you do so, Your presence immediately calming him. He leans in and takes a whiff of your hair, enjoying the soothing scent of your shampoo "que olor tan rico mi amor...." he says softly. He smoothly wraps an arm around you and makes sure that his hand is directly above your soft, plush stomach. You look up to him with a smile asking what he wanted to talk about. Miguel simply smiles and says "I just needed an excuse to see my pretty baby..." He says softly. You look at him and shake your head, you're used to him being that way.

However, his eyes said otherwise, his eyes were filled with hunger, lust, desire, and all because you were simply beside him. He wanted you... Miguel starts getting a little handsy, squishing your stomach a bit... his fingers dancing along your stretch marks, his lips nibbling at your neck, and his breath tickling your body, allowing goosebumps to emerge on your skin "que belleza de mujer que tengo al lado mio... te quiero acariciar, adorar, te quiero besar, I'm a lucky man" he whispers out.

You relish in his words, trembling at each kiss he gives you, your body completely submitting to all of his ministrations. "god...I can't wait to shove this cock inside your pretty pussy" he says softly, his hands now under your shirt tracing every inch of your upper body with his hand, worshiping you at each curve and roll. His eyes look into yours and he smiles despite being all hot and bothered for you. Miguel leans in and kisses you deeply, his love for you pouring into his kiss and the way he kissed you. He eventually pulls away and smiles at you as he then removes his arms away from you and gets up from the couch, immediately leaning down and carrying you bridal style back into your shared bedroom. As he carried you, you asked why he suddenly stopped to bring you inside. He simply responded with one sentence... "a couch is not meant to be used as a place to make love when I'm with my beautiful queen"

AHHH my first postt !! I hope you guys like it and enjoy :)) it's not too smutty but I hope that I can get better at it soon!!

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Getting The Hang Of This “Girlfriend” Thing (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: ahhh thank you guys so much for such nice feedback on my last fic! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 this is just a little blurb that’s a lot less heavy haha. I am working on another hurt/comfort fic though 👀

This was inspired by personal hormonal moodiness this month 😅

-Mod Angel

Summary: Spencer is in a new relationship and is learning that there’s more to it than just facts.

CW: discussion of menstruation, implied smut at the end

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Spencer walked into the BAU, walking right to the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. Penelope, Emily, and JJ were standing around the kitchen and talking.

They saw him pouring sugar in his coffee and laughed a bit. “What did you get up to last night?”

He groaned a bit, taking a sip of his coffee. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Can I… ask you guys a question? About… girls?”

They all looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. “Aww, do you need someone to give you ‘the talk?’” JJ asked teasingly.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, not that. I’m doing just fine with that, thank you very much.” Everyone made various disgusted noises, which made him laugh. “No, it’s just… well, my girlfriend’s on her period, and she was basically doing nothing except snapping at me last night. Did I do something wrong?”

They all looked at each other again. Emily spoke first. “Ohh… yeah. You probably did something wrong.” She laughed and pointed to his sugar-filled coffee cup. “Did she make you sleep on the couch?”

He sighed and set his mug down. “No. I asked her if she wanted to be alone, but she said that would just make her more upset.” He picked up his mug and took another sip. “I know that women experience fluctuations in estrogen and progesterone levels during menstruation which can cause feelings of irritability and anger, but…”

“Hold on.” Penelope said. “Did you say that to her?”

“I… might have mentioned it.” He shrugged slightly. “I figured it would comfort her to know the science behind it. She usually loves it when I tell her facts like that.”

Everyone groaned. JJ patted him on the shoulder. “Spence. Did you really think that would comfort a hormonal woman?”

He looked a little confused. “Is there something I’m missing? I’ve never had to deal with a hormonal girlfriend until now.”

“Okay. Then let us tell you what you’re missing” she said. “No one wants to be told that they’re grumpy when they’re on their period. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fact, or if there’s science behind it. That’s like… poking a bear.”

He hesitated before speaking again. “… so, it was a bad idea to tell her that eating sugar would increase inflammation in the body that would cause fatigue and irritability?”

Everyone groaned. “Oh my god, you did not say that to her. Please tell me you didn’t say that to her?” Penelope pleaded.

He shrugged. “I didn’t know that was wrong! Why is that wrong?”

“Look. All the facts in the world could not comfort a hormonal woman.” JJ started. “She doesn’t want to hear why she’s feeling grumpy. She wants you to comfort her. When your girlfriend is on her period, you say nothing about it. Consider this a lesson.”

He groaned and took another sip of coffee. “So, I messed up?”

“Yes.”

“Now what?” He sighed.

Penelope looked at him very seriously. “You’re going to go home tonight, bring her flowers and chocolate, and apologize. And you’re going to say you learned your lesson.”

He thought for a second before nodding. “Okay. I’ll do that.” He looked at everyone and smiled. “Thank you… I’m still new to all this, so this has been very helpful.”

There was a chorus of “you’re welcome” and “good luck” before everyone went to start their work day.

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When he got home, Spencer walked through the door of the apartment, the handle of a shopping bag hooked over his elbow. “I’m home!” He called out.

His girlfriend walked into the room and smiled at him. She was wearing loose pajamas and her hair was tied up in a bun. “Welcome home… what’s in the bag?”

He set the bag down and took out a small bouquet of roses. “These are for you.”

She smiled and took the bouquet from him. “Aw, honey… they’re beautiful.” She breathed in the floral scent.

He put up a finger to signal he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out a box of chocolates from the bag. “And… here. I got you your favorites.”

She smiled bigger and handed him the roses back so she could open the box of chocolates. “Oh, you’re a saint, babe. What’s all this for?”

He set the roses down gently on the coffee table so he could hug her from behind, resting his head on top of hers. “A peace offering. I… I’m sorry I was so insensitive last night.”

She turned around and gave him an apologetic look. “Oh, Spence… no, that was me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He patted her on the shoulders. “I told the girls at work what happened and they gave me a stern lecture.” He laughed quietly. “I’ve just never had a girlfriend before, so I didn’t know the… etiquette I’m supposed to have during this time.”

She smiled and put the chocolates down so she could hug him. “I know. At least, logically I know that. Emotional brain takes over when I’m hormonal.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And I know that now. It’s not something I could’ve learned from a book, so… it’s a learning curve, I guess.” He laughed again. “I know how to take care of you now.”

She smiled and reached up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. “You know… there’s some more period facts I want to tell you.”

He made a face. “Please tell me it’s not that you’re mad at me again.”

She laughed. “No, it’s not that. I think you’ll like this one.” She moved a little closer and ran a finger gently down his arm, making him shiver a bit. “An increase in blood flow to the pelvic region makes… certain areas more sensitive, leading to an increased libido.” She smirked. “Wanna help me out with that?”

He blushed and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I could do that.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her.

She smiled and dragged him to the bedroom, more than happy to teach him something he didn’t know before.

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