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fandomgal64 · 2 years

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Come on Baby, the Laugh Is on Me.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem Reader x Brief Steven & Jake

Warning: cursing, crying, Marc being slightly murderous, pg-13 kissing, dirty talking, mention of sexual acts, angst, perverted boss.

Rating: 18+ I’m not a blog for anyone under so if your a minor please DNI!

Word Count: 4,000 I think not sure!

Description: Reader is having a bad day after work, so when she gets home Marc has an idea that will cheer her up. He suggests she puts makeup on him, something she's been wanting to do for a while but he's been protesting.

A/N: Marc, Steven, Jake, and reader are dating in this fic!! Marc and Layla got a divorce but are still friends. Steven, Jake, and Khonshu show up at the end, so if you were hoping for an equal amount, sorry!! :)

This is mostly fluff, but we all know the boys can't resists talking a bit dirty now and then. :)

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The sound of the door being pushed open and slamming, is heard from the little corner Marc was sat up in. As boring as Steven's books were to him, one of them caught his attention and he's been reading it for a few hours now, getting lost in the pages, but as soon as he heard you entering he was attentive to you.

You huff as you walk over to the kitchen table and place your keys and purse down, you sigh rubbing your temples. Another day of this awful job and you might completely lose it, your boss knows your a nice person, so he pushed you to your limits all the time.

Plus all the ladies at your work know he's a pervert. Always touching your shoulders, staring at you way to much for it to just be friendly, when you bend down to grab something you can always feel his eyes glued to your ass, calling you beautiful and pretty way to much, even going as far as using the nicknames "doll" and sweetheart".

"Hey, baby your home." Marc walked over to you setting the book down on the table, right next to your purse. He sits down on the table and brings your body closer to him. You lean in and wrap your arms tightly around his torso as possible without hurting him, burying your head into his chest.

You told yourself you wouldn't cry, but the second your body touched his it was like a water ballon bursting. Marc chuckles, lightly rocking your body side to side. Happy for you to be home in his loving arms. But his expression quickly changed when he notices his shirt had gotten two wet patches on it.

He gently grabs a hold of your face, wiping away the stray tears streaming down. His heart sunk at the sight of your distress, wanting to hurt whatever or whoever hurt you. And he's got a pretty damn good guess who hurt you and he wants to drive up to your work and have a little "talk" with him. But he doesn't because that would require you leaving his arms, and he doesn't want that, he would hold you forever if he could.

He coos at you trying to calm you down. Kissing your red nose ever so lightly. Wiping away at the mascara stain on your red eyelids.

Hearing a few sniffles coming from you he sighs, never wanting to see you this way, it broke his heart. He made a mental note to tell the rest of the boys about your boss so they could go "talk" to him later.

"Are you ok sweetheart? What happened?" He rubs your back, furrowing his eyebrows at your expression, you sigh shaking your head.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic. I just really hate my job, my boss is an asshole, today he wanted me to stay after work for something so I did, for a bit. Turns out the reason why, was because he wanted to ask me out on a date." Marc scoffs rolling his eyes.

"And what did you do?" He stares at you, paying close attention to your reaction.

"I told him to fuck off, that I already have a boyfriend and he definitely knows that. And I walked out and went home." You rub your temples a headache forming.

"I'm probably gonna get fired, but right now I don't give a shit I'm tired." Marc looks at you upset at the thought of you losing your job, all because of your perverted boss. He sighs then lightly kisses your forehead, you smile slightly at small gesture that spoke more than a thousand words.

"Do you need me to kill him? because I gladly will, I know Steven will most definitely take a hit at him, and don't even get me started with what Jake would do" he chuckles, you playfully roll your eyes.

"No, Marc I won't let you kill my boss, just because I don't like him. But thank you for the offer." You chuckle and straighten up a bit kissing his plump lips, your lips molding perfectly with his.

Marc wishes he could make this feeling go away, and replace it with happiness, never wanting to see anything but a smile on your face.

Marc suddenly pulls away looks down at you a smile prominent on his face. you frown up at him. What could he possibly be happy about now? you thought to yourself.

"I have an idea, it's a crazy idea. I'm definitely gonna regret it but I'm still gonna go for it because I just want to see you smile today, even if it means ruining my face." he says taking a deep breath and shuddering a bit. you furrow your eyebrows, confused at what he meant.

"Um... Marc, what the hell are you talking about?" you fold your arms over your chest.

"Promise me you won't go overboard with it?" he asks. the look on his face already saying he's regretting mentioning this.

"Go overboard with what Marc?! what the hell are you playing here, clue? just tell me already!!" you whine and pout, as he chuckles at your impatience.

"Ok, close your eyes and don't open them until I say so!" you nod closing your eyes tightly a small smile making its way on your lips. whatever the hell he was up to had to be good, if he was stringing it along this much.

Marc quickly ran over to the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers tossing things that didn't look like makeup aside. Slightly cursing to himself for going with this plan.

"Why the hell does she even have this much makeup? He opens your bottom cabinets, to find one of your makeup bags and pulls it out. The bag weight down on his hand, he scoffs.

"How much makeup does one girl need." He unzips it making sure this is a makeup bag and not something else.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this thing?!" Marc says staring at the eyelash curler in the mirror with terror in his eye.

"I'm gonna put this back and pray whatever it is she doesn't use it on me." He mutters, zipping the bag up and carrying all the stray makeup in his arms.

you could hear Marc muttering to himself but not quite making out any words.

"you already in their baby?' you ask tempted to open your eyes.

"yes, I'm fine just keep your eyes shut!" Marc huffs, hands full of makeup products, he sets them on the table, as they clatter around.

"I have no idea why you even have half of these things or what half of these things are. You'd think being married to Layla would have helped me, but no!" you giggle shaking your head, having no clue what he was talking about.

"Omg Marc, what the hell are we doing?" your mind starts to wander thinking about the things you guys do alone, and all the other times he told you to close your eyes. And boy where you surprised.

"You know what never mind, I don't want to know just tie me up already!" you said smirking, a laugh slipping out. Marc rolls his eyes playfully at you.

"As fun as that sounds, we're not doing anything like that today. But I'll keep that thought in mind for later" He replies, a smug look on his face.

he grabs a random brush not caring what it's used for and he grabs your hand gently, opening it placing it down in the center of your palm. He stares at you, in hopes you'd recognize what it was.

your confusion turns to excitement as you recognize it to be a makeup brush. That's what he's been doing, in the bathroom, he was collecting your makeup. You start bouncing up and down with your eyes still closed. he stares at you with adoration in his eyes awestruck that a simple gesture such as putting makeup on him made you this happy. This was define making him more open to doing things like this, more often with you, if it made you this happy.

"Omg! Omg! Marc can I open my eyes now." he nods and realizes you can't see him, laughing slightly at himself.

"Sure, sweetheart but by your reaction, I think you already know what's gonna happen." you quickly open your eyes scanning your surroundings and seeing a lot of your makeup sprawled out on the kitchen table, as you squeal with delight. He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Now this is only a ONE-time thing." you nod your head and roll your eyes playfully, not believing him one bit. He had told you that he wouldn't let you put makeup on him in the first place. He told you It wasn't his thing, and you were surprised he didn't say "it was too girly" just that it wasn't his thing. But here he was now, seconds away from a face full of makeup.

"Ok, ok, sit down in this chair and let the makeup artist begin her work." he sits down on the chair running a hand through his hair.

"makeup artist? how hard can it be to put colors on someone's face." you gasp placing a hand over your chest.

"Ugh! how dare you, Marc. Makeup is the paint and I'm the artist, and with it I make art. And i'll have you know a lot of people have made a career out of this, so ha!" you said while pulling your eyeshadow out of one of the makeup bags, he brought out.

"ok, sorry miss (y/n) I won't make the same mistake again." a smug look presented on his face, as he winks at you. You blush a bit, but quickly go back to "artist mode".

"Ok, your skin looks flawless, as always. So you don't need any foundation, plus our shades don't match, it would just look weird. Yeah, so anyways let's start with this!" you smirk holding up your eyeshadow palette and dipping it into the "Electrica gray" color. You would love to do a whole blow-out glam look with lashes, foundation, contour. The whole shebang, but Marc would faint when he see himself in the mirror.

"Whoa! Whoa! Are you starting with eyeshadow right away? babygirl don't you have something simpler to start with!" he protests backing up away from your hand that was holding the brush way too close for his liking, you huff at him.

"Marc, who are you to question my geniuseness?" you frown at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"is that even a word?" he asks.

"It is to me, now let me do my job!" you yell at him, he looks up at you.

"First give me a kiss." You roll your eyes smiling and quickly peck his lips. Then going back to what you where doing.

"Uh uh uh! Not so fast I want a real kiss." He said smirking at you, you blink harshly

"Fine you wanna a real kiss."

You place the makeup brush down, grabbing his face and crashing your lips onto his. your nose, slightly bumping into his as you kiss him rubbing your thumb back and forth on his cheek as you lick his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Which he gladly grants. But as your tongue slightly enters his mouth you pull away, a smug look on your face.

"There you happy now?" You smile at him picking the brush up again.

"Your not behaving nice." He reaches his hand behind you, smacking your ass, you gasp at his sudden action.

"Ow! what was that for" you rub your behind, knowing damn well you liked it, he scoffs.

"Sure pretend like you didn't like it. But we all know who's name you scream the loudest." You blush at his words rolling your eyes. Despite all the things you guys have done, he still managed to make you blush.

"Oh my god, shut up Marc! Don't let Jake hear you say that. Or else I won't be leaving the bedroom until one of you finally caves and let's the other be "better". You said using quotation marks, while he chuckles. Thinking back to when, Marc said he was better in bed then Jake. So Jake said fine and spend the whole week proving that he was "better then Marc in every other part of the apartment."

" Marc, your stalling just let me do it." You whine.

"fine! god, what the hell did I sign up for." he shakes his head, you lean in the brush finally touching his eye lid as you smile a bit devilish.

"A masterpiece that's what!" you reply.

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You where finishing most of Marc's makeup, the lips were done, the eyeshadow was done. And he fought it at first, but then caved in and let you put mascara on and curl his eyelashes. Claiming that "you almost killed him with it, that he was blind now."

"You know for someone who used to be a mercenary you sure are a softy." You said, and he scoffs a bit playfully rolling his eyes.

"I'm not a softy ok." He tried to frown but your busy state. Your barely paying attention to what he was saying, so lost in the work made him laugh.

You take a step back admiring your work but not quite satisfied with it and not knowing what your missing. You rock from foot to foot, crossing your arms.

"Hmmm, there's something missing." you decide to look through your makeup bag, rummaging through it to find something to satisfy your needs. You gasp, grab your eyeliner. Your face lighting up realizing you forgot about the eyeliner. It was gonna be hard because you had already done the mascara and curled the lashes, but with Marc this was gonna be even more difficult, but you had to try.

"Oh god, what did you find (y/n). Theirs probably some torture device in there, isn't there ?" you wave the small tube of liquid eyeliner in front of Marc's face and his face drops.

"There's no way in hell your putting that on me!" he yells, quickly trying to grab it from your hand but you hide it behind your back. you start to giggle a bit finding his mad face with all this makeup on hilarious.

"I don't know what you're giggling about your not putting eyeliner on me, I'll die before you do." you stare at him with wide eyes, scoffing a bit. Did he even realize what he just said.

"well, technically you already have died before, so yay I get to put it on!!" he grimaces at the thought.

"That was uncalled for!" he folds his arms over his chest frowning at you, but you know him, he wasn't really mad, he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

"Pretty please baby! it will look amazing." you plead grabbing a hold of his shoulders. a smile starts to creep up on his face but he still doesn't budge from his position, you huff crossing your own arms over your chest.

"Fine, guess I'll just have to do that "thing" you like so much with Steven or Jake instead." he stares at you wide-eyed, how dare you even suggest such a thing.

"you wouldn't dare." he says, you smirk at him getting closer to his ear, your voice now turned to a whisper.

"Oh, yes i would, you're not the only one who likes it when i do it like that." you purred raise your eyebrows up and down at him.

"wow, I didn't know my girlfriend was such a brat." he grins amusingly, you nod your head at him.

"Yup, sorry guess you'll just have to put up with me." you sneer at him, he pouts a bit.

"Fine, just don't poke my eyes out!" you grin lightly kissing his cheek. not worried about ruining his makeup.

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Picture after picture, Marc can't seem to escape them. How many have you taken so far, 10? 20? 30? he lost count after the 10th flash to his eyes, the white flash now following everywhere he looked.

"(y/n) how many more pictures are you going to take, it's just makeup." he stares at you as you squeal at the photo you just took.

"Yes but its MY baby in makeup!" you replied.

"well can you at least show me the photos? you've taken like a hundred of them and I have yet to see one." you nod, showing him the last photo you took.

he grabs a hold of your phone, staring at it in silence, a small breath leaving his mouth. you stare intensely at him and then frown when he doesn't say anything. He probably doesn't like it, you thought.

"You hate it, don't you?" you say your voice dropping its excitement. he looks up at you quickly smiling, tucking a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your face, behind your delicate ear. You smile softly at him. That smile of your was enough to make his heart burst he'd anything for you to keep it on your face, always.

"No I don't hate it, it's just the little golden moon symbol on my cheek, caught me by surprise that's all." He said.

"Oh yeah, that was a last-minute touch I had some liquid gold eyeshadow and decided it would look good." you said smiling shyly at the fact that he loved the small gesture so much, he stares up at you so thankful that he managed to find someone in his life like you.

he stands up engulfing you in a tight hug. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, picking you up bridal style off the ground, swinging you around. you giggle loudly.

"Marc, oh my god, weren't you the one who told me it was just makeup!" You laugh at both his action and face. You weren't use to seeing him all decked out in "style".

"Yeah, but MY baby did the makeup." he says kissing your cheek, thank goodness you put on non-smearing lipgloss.

After ten minutes of Marc gushing in the mirror over how well you did his makeup, despite not wanting it in the first place. you both decided to order take-out and have a movie night on the couch, spending the whole night laughing at the movies you picked and you asking him if he "wanted to take the makeup off now'" to which he replied with, "No thank you sweetheart, now watch the movie."

At some point, you fell asleep on the couch laying your body on top of his snuggling from when you were watching dumb and dumber. Marc was debating weather to take off the makeup before he went to bed. Not wanting to distribute your peace, and not knowing if he'd be here to wake up with you in the morning. All that debating drifted him off to sleep, with his makeup still on.

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Stirring from his slumber Steven groans, opening his eyes wondering how he ended up on the couch tonight. He felt your body weight against him, and he lovingly sighed. As he looks down at your face, laying upon his chest he brushes the hair out of your face. Kissing your forehead, your lips too far down for him to reach.

"Mi Hermosa"

Steven could hear Jake talking, knowing he was seeing the same beauty as well.

"Is Marc awake yet?" he asks.

"Not sure, but he was with (y/n) all night, last night so probably not." Steven nods, feeling the urge to use the restroom, he stretches as much as he can with you on him.

"Love?" he shook you.

"Darling you need to get up." You groan, not wanting to wake up just yet.

"I have to use the bathroom sweetheart." he chuckles, you get up with your eyes closed trying to stay as sleepy as possible, he gets up staring at you a bit watching you plop back down pulling the blanket higher up your body.

"She's such a drama queen." Jake chuckles, watching you as well, Steven nods. Walking over to the bathroom and turns the lights on, he quickly glances over to the mirror, to see what state he was in. Then proceeds to the toilet, doing his business.

Steven pulls up his sleeves washing his hands in the sink, sending another glance up at the mirror. His mind finally registering what he looks like, he stops dead in his track. Water dripping down his hand as he stares at himself.

"Bloody hell what is on our face!" Steven yells touching the gray and white glittery eye shadow then moving to his lips and so forth.

"Diso Mio what did she put on our face!" Jake yells take control over the body, examining your work in the mirror.

His callus fingers touching the little gold crescent, on his upper right cheek.

"Did Marc say yes to this? I mean she had to have done it when we were sleeping, right?" Steven asks confusion written all over his makeup-covered face.

"I got to say, I do quite like the little moon she put there it's nice innit?" Jake goes quite for a bit just staring in the mirror at what his girlfriend would definitely call "a masterpiece"

He shakes his head, placing his face in his palms he starts to laugh, Steven joining him.

"The things we do for love am I right?" Steven says, sighing thinking about what he wouldn't do for that girl.

'Well I feel like a million dollars, I say we hit the town, party all night!" Jake chuckles.

His chuckles dying down as he hears the sound of a cape fluttering from where you were, he walks out to see Khonshu sitting on the edge of the couch. He looks over at Jake and now he's going back and forth from his face to your sleeping form on the couch, sighing as he rubs his face.

'I said to protect the traveler of the night, not scare them off! And what is on your face?" He asks in disbelief.

"Makeup," Jake replied mono-toned, crossing his arms over his chest, unsure of what the pigeon was gonna say about his love.

"Well my bets on this one's doings." Jake chuckles nodding, hearing light snores coming from you.

"she was with Marc all night so.."

"Marc? He let her do this! just when I thought you guys couldn't be more wrapped around her little finger this happens." khonshu scoffs, shaking his head.

"It's called love, get used to it you dead Pidgeon." Steven says.

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This is literally my first fic for the moon boys ever, so I hope y'all like it.

feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog i’d really appreciated it.

Also disclaimer I'm not an expert on DiD I'm just going based off of what the show gave us so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

Anyways hope y'all have a great day/night byeeee. ✌🏼 💕

- Kaity

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bemylord · 3 years

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↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕��◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Size difference - read on ao3

Tagging: @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt @sarcastich @nerdylocksandthethreebears @carelessannie @moodystark @peterparkerbingo

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"Being on top isn't that hard," Peter scoffed playfully, bringing a spoonful of his sugary cereal to his mouth.

Tony couldn't help but smirk at that, amusement twinkling in his eyes at the surety of Peter's words.

"No?" He asked -challenged.

Peter shook his head. "I could do it."

"You think you could top me?" Tony grinned, raising an eyebrow. "You're cute."

Peter gave an indignant huff, shoveling more cereal into his mouth before setting the spoon into his bowl and pointing a finger at Tony.

"M'not cute," he started. Tony would've argued the contrary, but the boy continued. "And I could totally top you. I've been topped enough to know how to do it."

"Theres a difference between being topped and topping, sweet thing," Tony chuckled, cutting into his eggs.

"Have you ever bottomed?" Peter asked, chewing his cereal. Tony thinks its Captain Crunch, but he's not big on the brands.

"A few times," Tony shrugged. "When I was your age."

Peter rolls his eyes at that, pointing his spoon at Tony. "If you can bottom, then I can top."

Tony smirks at that. How does he tell Peter he wasn't cut out for it? He was much too soft for topping. The poor thing slips off into sub space far too often to ever really enjoy taking control in that way.

But, Tony also knows Peter. Knows he won't stop pestering about it until Tony agrees to let the boy try.

Which is what he does.

"Okay, you can be on top tonight," Tony said with a smirk. He wasn't opposed to the idea of bottoming, and he could always guide the boy in the right direction.

*-*

That night, Tony spent some time in the shower, stretching himself on his fingers, cleaning himself out for his boy. Its strange, the feeling of his fingers in his ass familiar but also foreign.

He hadn't done this since his days in college, when he was still figuring out his preferences.

He spent extra time getting himself stretched, wanting to make it easier on the both of them. Peter wasn't large by any stretch of the imagination. He was shorter than average and a little thinner than most, but Tony wanted to be prepared.

Once finished, Tony turned off the shower and towel dried himself before making his way into the bedroom he shared with Peter.

The little thing was already looking excited as he crawled to the edge of the bed, smiling at Tony as he got closer.

"You ready?" Tony asked softly, smirking down at the boy as he ran fingers through soft curls. Peter's eyelashes fluttered, his head tilting into Tony's touch.

Peter nods, grin pulling at the lower lip he's suckling on. Oh, Tony can't wait to see Peter out of his element.

"Okay," Tony hums, removing his hand -smirking when Peter scowled. "You're in control, sweet thing."

Peter blinked, looking slightly lost, before that excitement had him near wiggling out of his clothes -all while kneeling on the bed.

"Okay, lay down," Peter said. The smile Tony wore felt permanent as he did as told, indulging Peter in his little stint with topping.

The towel around Tony's hips was yanked open by eager little fingers. Tony couldn't help but hum approvingly as Peter sucked his length into the sweet warmth of his mouth.

Tony was much larger than Peter in every sense. Taller, built broader. Peter was fairy-like. Ethereal and so tiny he was usually mistaken for a teenager.

The boy sat so prettily between Tony's knees, sucking at the first three inches of Tony's cock while his hands worked on the other three. His fingers barely overlapped.

Tony let his head fall back, enjoying the slight pressure Peter created every time he lifted his head.

"Dont let me cum," Tony murmured. Peter pulls off his cock with a wet noise, eyes blinking at Tony in confusion. Tony smiled. "You want me to cum on that little cock of yours, don't you?"

Peter's cheeks flame hot as he licks at the spit coating his lips before nodding. "Yeah, yeah I want you to cum on my cock."

Tony's smile widens as he spreads his legs, drawing his knees slightly up until his asshole is on show.

"Show me what you got, sweet thing," he encouraged. Peter shuffled closer, looking equal parts overwhelmed and giddy.

"Take your time," Tony murmured. Peter gave another little nod before timid fingers felt Tony's hole.

The older lets out a small hum of encouragement, shifting his hips so more of himself was on display.

Peter's fingers were small, he barely felt the intrusion.

"You already stretched yourself?" Peter asked, sounding disappointed.

"Next time you can do the honors, sweetheart," Tony smiled.

"Next time?"

"Its up to you," Tony hummed, feeling Peter fit another finger in. He wasn't really doing much, more exploring, which Tony was fine with.

"Whatcha lookin' for, sweet thing?" Tony chuckled, seeing Peter's eyebrows furrow with concentration.

"Your prostate," Peter huffed. Tony can't help but chuckle again, wiggling his hips.

It takes a little longer before Peter brushes against a spot that pulls a sharp moan from Tony, body jolting with the sudden zing of pleasure.

"There it is," Tony moaned. "Good boy."

Peter let out a noise of his own, high pitched and embarrassed. He continued to rock his fingers into Tony's prostate. God, Tony forgot how good it felt to be stimulated down there.

"How about you use your pretty little cock," Tony suggested, feeling himself draw tight like the string of a bow.

"I know you want to," Tony murmured. "Know you want to know how it feels to top me. You want to feel in control, huh, sweet thing?"

Peter keens as he pulls his fingers free and wipes them on the towel under Tony. He crawls forward and drops onto Tony's chest, their mouths meeting seconds later.

Tony doesn't lick inside. Doesn't dominate the kiss in anyway. This is Peter's show.

Peter's hesitant at taking control of the kiss. Tony knows the boy wants Tony to take charge, but the older is curious to see how far Peter's willing to go before he begs for it. Before he gives up.

"You gonna get your cock in me, or just rut against my belly?" Tony asked, smirking against Peter's lips.

Peter pulls back. "Gonna get my cock'n you," he murmured, climbing off of Tony and reaching for the lube they keep in the nightstand drawer on Tony's side.

It takes Peter a little longer to pop the cap open and wet his cock, but Tony lays patiently. Peter then drops the bottle onto the bed after clicking the lid closed.

He wiped his hand on the towel again before looking at Tony.

"Go on, baby," Tony nods. "Gonna line yourself with my entrance, and then all you gotta do is roll your hips forward. You can do that, can't you?"

Peter gives a mute nod, throat clicking as he swallows. Tony smiles as he shuffles even closer, getting his thighs under Tony's until the older's ass is practically joined at the bend of Peter's waist.

"There you go," Tony praised, pulling his legs up a little higher. He's not as flexible as he used to be. He'll never be able to bend in half the way Peter can, but he gives the boy enough room to work with.

Peter's already gone a little soft in the eyes at Tony's encouragement. He slips into such a pliant little thing so easily.

But he must really want to prove to Tony that he can top, because he reaches down to fist his cocklet, pressing the head to Tony's hole before pushing in.

"Oh," Peter whimpers, breath hitching as he rolls his hips forward until he's completely sheathed.

"Feels good, doesn't it, sweet boy?" Tony hums. "You like the feel of your cock in my ass? Feels so warm, hmm?"

Peter shuffles even further forward, making sure he wont slip out of Tony as he begins to hitch his hips back and forth.

"Y-yeah," Peter moans, high pitched and keening.

"Lean forward," Tony urged softly. "Hands on my chest, there you go. Now try. You feel the difference?"

Peter hummed an affirmative, hips barely leaving Tony's ass as he rocks into the older.

"Look at you," Tony nearly purred. "Such a good boy, doing so well."

And he was. Tony knew he wouldn't be able to cum like this -Peter just shy of his prostate- but he enjoyed it all the same.

Loved watching Peter pant above him, lower lip caught between his teeth to try and stifle the breath leaving his lungs.

Peter whimpers at Tony's words, leaning further down until his head pressed into Tony's sternum. Tony's hands run down his back and sides, pulling shivers from the younger as Peter continued to roll his hips.

"Doing such a good job," Tony hummed, smirking as Peter's hips stuttered.

"Tony," Peter whined, leaning up so his nose was pressing coolly into Tony's collarbone.

Tony felt the wetness of his eyelashes against his skin and curled both arms around Peter's tiny frame.

The boy mewled helplessly, his cock slipping free as he moved his way up Tony's chest, tucking himself into Tony's neck to mouth at his skin.

"Please, Tony," he whimpered, cock pressed between Peter's abdomen and Tony's stomach.

"Oh, sweetheart," Tony hummed sympathetically. "You did so well. I'm so proud of you."

Peter snuffled against his neck st that, wiggling his hips a little.

"You want me to make you feel good, sweet boy?" Tony asked, murmured into Peter's ear.

The boy nods, continuing to mouth at Tony's neck. The older man smiles before rolling them, trapping Peter under his much larger body.

Peter's cock rests glistening against his torso, tip barely reaching halfway to his belly button. Tony quickly fists it, stroking him softly as he murmured softly in his ear.

Peter keened and mewled, chest lifting and hips rolling.

He pulls back, settling his hand further down until his fingers press at Peter's hole. The boy lifts his legs, hips rotating and giving Tony more access.

This is where Peter belongs. This is where he thrives.

"Poor thing," Tony mused, beginning to finger the boy open. "You can't help it, huh?"

One finger, then two. Peter whimpers.

"Can't help that you prefer receiving, huh sweetheart," Tony said, voice dripping with honey as he continued prepping the boy; avoiding his prostate.

"Please, please, I need-" his breath hitches, tears welling in his eyes.

"Need daddy to take good care of you, huh, sweet little thing?" Tony continued, reaching for the bottle of lube with his free hand.

"Yes," Peter sobbed, head thrown back as his hips roll against Tony's fingers.

"Alright baby," Tony hummed, removing his fingers and slicking himself up. "Such a good boy for me."

Peter wailed when Tony slipped inside, stretching him wide open. Tony smirked, rolling his hips softly, each time pressing in just a little further than the last.

"Such a good top for me," Tony sang, leaning forward to press kisses along Peter's jaw and neck. "But an even better bottom, hmm."

Peter nodded, breath hiccuping and wet as Tony impaled the boy on his cock.

Only when Tony was fully seated inside Peter did he lean back, looking down at his boy.

He groaned at the sight of his own cock pressing along the skin of Peter's belly, a grossly large overshadow to Peter's cocklet.

Tony watched as he pulled back. Watched the tip of his cock under Peter's skin drag closer to Peter's belly button before he snapped forward.

Peter's little frame moves with the punch of his hips, muscles tightening around Tony at the assault.

"Did you like how warm I felt, wrapped around your little cock?" Tony asked, rolling his hips, watching the bulge in Peter's stomach dance under his skin.

"Thats how you feel, sweet boy," Tony continued, wrapping his hand around Peter's little prick and stroking him in time with Tony's thrusts. "Do you like the feel, Peter? Like your cock stuffed in my ass?"

Peter mewled, back arching.

"L-like your mouth!" Peter sobbed. "Like your mouth better, daddy!"

Tony let out a groan, half in approval and half at the way pleasure slithered down his spine to settle in his balls.

"Such a pillow puppy, aren't you, sweet thing?"

Peter couldn't help but nod frantically, chest heaving as Tony kept the pace brutally even.

"Now we know, don't we?" Tony prompted. "Daddy's always right."

Again, Peter nodded, whining as Tony continued stroking his cocklet.

"Al-always," Peter whimpered.

Tony smirked. "Good boy."

Peter came seconds later, body convulsing through the waves of pleasure, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open on a long moan that has Tony's balls tighten.

Once he's come down, Tony releases his cock, settling both hands on either side of the boy before pistoning his hips, chasing his own release.

Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck and the older drops down low, allowing most of his weight to settle against the much smaller boy.

He groans again at the feeling of his cock -so deep in Peter- brushing against his own stomach.

Peter curls his legs around Tony's hips, allowing the older to drive in deeper, desperate little pleas falling into the little space still between them.

Tony cums with a curse wrenching itself from his throat, his hips stuttering to a stop deep inside the boy.

Peter whimpers, gripping onto Tony tightly as he empties himself deep.

Tony settles his mouth along Peter's neck, suckling open mouthed kisses into his skin as he rides the last of his orgasm.

"What a good boy," Tony murmurs. Peter hums as the older slips out with a wet squelch.

He takes the towel to clean the two of them up, then folds it twice and settles it under Peter's rear. The boy usually doesn't go straight to the shower to clean himself, and Tony found it easier to settle the towel down instead of remaking the bed.

He smiles down at the boy, leaning over to kiss at his soft lips before laying down beside him.

"So," he hummed, tracing the soft curve of Peter's stomach. Peter tilted his head up and to the side, peering up at Tony with wide brown eyes.

"How was being on top?"

He can't help but smirk as Peter pulls a face.

"S'not as fun as being on the bottom," he confesses. Tony chuckles and leans forward, pressing a kiss to Peter's pouty lips.

"Told you so."

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #starker #my writing #ao3 #peterparkerbingo2021 #nff

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Catching them off-guard by being naked

Hii, I've noticed your requests are open. And i've been seeing your Ateez reactions recently, which are amazing. :D I just wondered, do you think you could do an Ateez reaction where their S.O. walks into the room naked while they are playing a game, working on music etc? (Kind of like that new Tik tok trend going around atm) x

Guuurl, sorry I waited so long to actually do something about this ask lol, but hopefully this will make you happy :)

Songs Listened To: X by CODE KUNST + LEE HI, FXXK It by BIGBANG, Dante’s Creek by THEY + DEAN, Baby Don’t Stop by NCT, Love Talk - Wayv, A Little Death by The Neighborhood

Hongjoong ♡:

• This man was straight vibing and your sneaky ass just HAD to do something

• “Joong.”

• “Yeah?” he didn’t look up from the small journal, with which he was jotting down lyrics for a future song he was to produce for

• He kept his eyes trained on the pages

• And uh-uh, that wouldn’t do 😤

• You rolled your eyes and waltzed over to the boy, putting a hand on the shoulder of the chair so you could swing him around to face you, an eyebrow raised

• “Look at me.”

• And he sure as hell did dafdsaffwq

• Face said :O

• Doesn’t matter how many times he sees your nude body, still looks like a kid in a candy store lol

• To say he was completely distracted would be a huge understatement

• Hanky panky in his mini studio? Yessir

Seonghwa ♡:

• Looking at this gif and listening to a slowed sexy song is gonna kill me istg

• Also, who let him act like a little hoe in their comeback? Keep your shirt down, mister, it’s not safe

• Gorl has nothing to do in his sparetime because he’s not too big of a gAMeR, but he does like to play phone games when he’s especially bored

• Would probably be playing like fuckin uhhhh candy crush or something when you said “lemme do sum a lil crazy 😌💅“

• You were kinda just curious to see what his reaction would be if you showed up witcha tiddies out

• So you got out the shower and half-assedly threw on a silk robe that Hwa got you for your birthday, not tying it or anything, but rather letting it slip off your damp shoulders while the front sat open and displayed your body for all to see

• His reaction when you leant against the doorframe and fake pouted?

• Immediate 📉

• Everday and night he’s gon chase you frfr

• “C’mere...,” He’d mumble, tossing his phone to the side

• Level thirty-seven could wait ;)

Yunho ♡:

• Playing pc games at home is one of his favorite things to do (He’s even said so)

• PC games are his go-to when he gets bored of console

• So he’s constantly in his lil gaming room so that if you’re ever sleeping, he doesn’t wake you up

• He was on a multiuplayer session of Valorant when you decided to ruin his gaymer grind

• F in the chat boys

• “Yunho?”

• “Yes?” He stops his hastily typed directions to his game buddies in favor of giving you a quick glance from his chair, and has to look over again to make sure he's seeing things right

• Yeah, he was definitely seeing the pretty rise of your breasts and smoothness of your thighs, revealed from the towel now on the floor, right. Especially the way both of those lovely attributes were becoming larger as you approached him

• "W-woah!" He rushes to shield his eyes, though you only giggle and swivel his chair around in order to straddle him, removing his hands from his face

• "What? Am I too repulsive to?"

• "No! No it's just...," Yunho trails off, letting out a shaky breath and trying his best to not stare so obviously. Literally just paying attention at anything but what you wanted him to

• You only grin, tilting his chin to you face you head-on, "It's ok to look, baby. Don't be so shy"

• a forgotten game and heated chair sex is what would lead to your surprise

• kiss kiss for baby 😘

Yeosang ♡:

• We need more Yeosang gifs, this is ridiculous y'all ;(. Also, we're just... Not gonna talk about San on the side 💀

• Oh oh! And Yeosang getting bolder on stage is my favorite thing

• soooo snowboarding

• Yeosang said he likes to do that in his free time

• He'd just got a new custom board, which the front had lovely baby blue dripping forest face and the meaning of his name painted in black for the back, "Sound Resonating From A High Point."

• He was waxing it in the kitchen with it sat atop the island for easier space when he felt your arms slide around his waist, to which he smiled at, still continuing his work

• "Hello there," he mused

• "Baby, what would you do if I told you I was naked?"

• bitch hUH??

• He really did not waste time with turning in your hold and IMMEDIATELY looking down to see what you're wearing

• He chuckles upon , giving a cat whistle before bending down to set you on top of the counter

• "What's this for?"

• "Bored," you purse your lips, allowing yourself to lean back on your forearms as you spread your legs, "And you seemed like a good time-passer"

• Yeosang hums, falling to his knees easily enough and pulling you towards the edge of the island, then presses an affectionate kiss to your inner thigh

• "Fair enough"

San ♡:

• San likes to spiffy up on his English, which is still pretty hard for him even if you assure him that he's doing just fine when he speaks it around your family

• That being said, you'll sometimes catch him at the table with a textbook in front of him and a language journal by the side that he uses to write small romanizations

• You were particularly bored today. And damn, was San looking good with his messy black hair and shirtless torso. He never really did wear shirts around the house.

• "Sannie," You sang from the doorframe, fresh out of the shower and a bit sexually frustrated considering San hadn't touched you for a couple weeks due to your busy schedule

• He hummed in acknowledgement, jotting something down in the journal as he alternated between both the book and notebook

• You knew he was busy but his English really wasn't bad, so it didn't need to be now. It could wait a bit longer

• Sighing, you drop the towel from your body and fling it at San, which makes him jump and pull it from off of his head, looking towards you immediately and gasping

• You put a hand on your hip, giggling at how he tries to calm himself down

• lol goofy boy

• "C'mon, I know you're tired, I can help you relax," you gesture with a finger in a beckoning motion, and like he was already planning on it, he hops up from his seat and follows you back to the bedroom

• sorry if this was kinda boring lol, let's just San could have literally any reaction and frankly, this is probably the most tame he would be

Mingi ♡:

• Like Yunho in a lot of ways

• He does like to play games (probably PC, too), so you already know he'd be mashing that controller in the living room lol

• "Aww man, are you kidding me!?"

• Mingi gets shy, especially when it comes to you, so when you decided it'd be a good idea to step in front of the screen while he was playing Zelda with the towel around your body held open, he was a visual representation of keyboard mashing

• "Woah—Ohmygod-" [insert Minnie baby accidentally throwing his controller in his haste to cover his eyes]

• "You don't want me?" You ask, pouting and tilting your head

• His response is spreading two of the fingers across his eyes to peek, nodding his head frantically but trying to find the right words so he doesn't make you sad, "You just scared me is all! I don't wanna be rude by looking when you don't want me to or anything..."

• He takes his fingers away to hold them out instead, making grabby hands until you smile and crawl into them, in turn, climbing on top of his lap and letting him press his face into the valley between your breasts so he could kiss the skin there while looking at you

• "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea," he mumbles, nuzzling his head farther down

• "No baby, you're fine," You reassure him with a hand ruffling the strands of his hair

• sweet hanky panky alert 🚨 sweet hanky panky alert 🚨

Wooyoung ♡:

• it's the large ass gif of Woo and his ponytail for me

• Oh and yeah, I know this doesn't quite fit theme of YOU walking in on them to flash your boobies but you're gonna keep your mouth shut and pretend it does 😏

• Another gamer.. damn this is getting repetitive

• hmmm

• Dance practice it is! 😃

• Woo doesn't like repeatedly practicing the same moves over and over again, but he did like the progress he made with each re-do, so he supposes he'll bear with the exhaustion

• Well.. obviously not now, because he's just walking through the bedroom door when he finally registers that you're sitting on the bed, lying on your stomach and scrolling through your phone with a leg raising your body go the side

• You snap your head to look at him, "Ah, there you are," you grin, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, "Thought you were gonna come home late again"

• Wooyoung let's out a snort as he closes the door behind him and drops his dance bag to the side, already taking his inky black hair out of the ponytail it was previously in and shaking it loose

• "What a nice surprise"

Jongho ♡:

• No thoughts, only buff babie

• And how he sung "sex in the morning baby" with a scary amount of aggression

• lol it makes sense that sweetie likes to play racing games on his computer

• LITerally so precious ;(

• Same trope (yes I'm a disappointment); Jongie plopped onto his lil chair with a fluffy blanket around his shoulders and headphones on that cute little head of his

• He said "I love playing car games, vroom vroom y'all 😤"

• And you said "I love playing surprise games, yes yes 😈"

• Gorl, when I tell you he squeaked out of surprise at how you turned his chair around to face you ;(

• "Uhh... Am I- Am I supposed to be looking?" He stammers, eyebrows raised and eyes locked on your bare front

• "By all means, baby," you purr, shaking your head with a familiar fondness at the boy in awe before you

• Just like Joong, he never tires of seeing you naked. He loves looking at you when you're nude, because it's when he can appreciate all aspects of you

• "Hang on, let me pause the game, I'll meet you in the bedroom"

• Getting intimate with Jongho is quite easy. He'll pretty much always say yes to sex, and it's pretty casual when you hint at it

#kpop smut #ateez reactions #smut #ateez smut #kpop reactions #reactions #jongho smut #seonghwa smut #yeosang smut #hongjoong smut #mingi smut #yunho smut #requested #wooyoung smut

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕

~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!

A Reblog Is Worth A Thousand Stars » Send Me A Prompt » Things You Said That I Couldn’t Understand

Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.

Three! Ruddy! Months!

THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!

“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant plates in hand. “You look peaky.”

“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls turning a putrid shade of green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.

“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.

“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”

Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.

“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.

“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”

“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.

Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”

Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”

“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”

Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”

Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”

“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."

“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”

Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.

“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.

“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.

“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.

“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”

Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”

“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”

Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”

Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to use for his smile.”

“Brilliant!”

After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.

“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.

“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.

“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”

“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”

“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”

“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”

Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”

“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”

“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.

“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”

“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.

“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.

“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”

Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.

“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.

His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.

“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.

“Sirius—“

“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”

Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”

“Pardon?”

“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”

Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger deflate as he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”

Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”

“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns against Sirius’s neck.

“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””

Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.

“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”

Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”

Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”

“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.

“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”

“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”

“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.

Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.

~*~

My Wolfstar FIC Masterlist

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #MARAUDERS #SPILT INK #SUGARPLUMS #Sweetest babes

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baeklination · 3 years

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htbagn, 4

MINO

Date:210526

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, oral (giv/rec), fucking, fingering, masturbation, cumshot, G.E.L.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader x Mino (Song)

WC: 2,2k

NOTE: It wasn't that long ago I told anon I had no plans for Mino - but then I saw the Songzio ads.

Waiting on the elevator someone comes up to wait beside you. A little too close for comfort, you think, and take a step to the left as casually as you can.

"You usually move-"

You know the voice instantly and almost snap your neck with the speed you turn towards.

"Mino... What the... You're back", you greet him getting into the elevator. "When d'you get home?"

"A couple of days ago", he says cooly, basking in your appreciation.

You immediately notice he's different - and not just his new blonde hair and tan.

"And you didn't think to tell us, huh?"

"Did you miss me that bad?", he asks, giving you the up-down, sucking in his bottom lip.

"We missed you plenty, but I'm not some faint hearted schoolgirl, so this...", you reply, putting your hand under his chin, not fazed by his tricks.

Being caught, he breaks into a laugh, his shoulders bobbing up and down.

"So when can I come up?", he asks, keeping the door from closing with his foot as he gets off.

"Missed us too?"

"Every night", he smiles crookedly. "Both of you."

You find Baekhyun sitting by the computer in his home office.

"Guess who's back…", you whisper in his ear, giving him a semi hug from behind.

It takes him a few moments before he swivels the chair around, wearing an excited smile.

"He's back?"

"Yep. Ran into him in the elevator."

Baekhyun's hands hold the small of your back as you sit down to kiss him.

"He said he missed us…"

"We better invite him over", he suggests, pulling your body closer to his crotch, sucking on your lips.

"I think he's a little different." Noting the question on Baekhyun's face, you continue. "I couldn't put my finger on it… More...aggressive?"

"Really..? Then we really should invite him…"

•

"You were gone quite a while this time", Baekhyun says, sitting down by the table next to Mino, across from you.

They look as if they decided to match their outfits; Mino in black with his blonde hair, Baekhyun in white with black hair.

"Yeah, the shoot dragged on for so long I'd've only had time to get in the door before I had to turn around and leave again, so I stayed out. That video you guys sent kept me company during my cold nights...", Mino replies, obviously eager to get started.

"Oh, something tells me you found other ways to keep warm, Mino…", Baekhyun smiles.

"I have no idea what you mean", he chuckles and runs both hands through his hair. "Unless you're talking about my request?"

"It's a good one. I like it."

"Well, why wouldn't you, honey", Baekhyun says, unbuttoning the top part of his shirt. "It's all about you."

"If I'm not mistaken it includes all of us…" You tilt your head and look at Mino. "Didn't it?"

He nods and sinks down a little, dragging his hands along his thighs as if he's fixing creases on his trousers. Baekhyun puts his hand on him and looks at you.

"Why don't you be a doll and help Mino out, honey..?"

The pleasure Baekhyun derives from seeing you perform - on someone else, but always for him - is evident by the bulge on display in his own trousers as he gets up. He stands behind you, softly pressing your nipple between his index finger and thumb while you watch Mino get ready. He's cocky in the way he unbuttons his shirt with one hand and roughly pulls it off to reveal his tattooed torso; in the way he smirks when he pulls down his trousers to let his cock bounce out and rest on his stomach. Just as he grabs your fingers to move you closer you feel Baekhyun's lips on your neck.

You bend down, stopping at Mino's face, waiting for him to make his first official move. He chuckles and guides your lips to his parted ones, gently sucking, tasting, getting reacquainted, while letting his hands play like feathers on your body. When your light fingers find his cock and stroke it his kisses turn harder and he raises his pelvis, wanting more.

"Don't tease him, honey", Baekhyun says in a soft voice.

"Mm, yeah, don't tease me", Mino echoes.

The head of Mino's cock is perfectly smooth pushing past your lips to bury itself at the back of your throat. He swears under his breath and lets his hand rest on your head. His thickness fills your mouth completely, but there's no strain; only enjoyment at slowly and continuously swallowing him. He sucks in air and deeply moans it out again and again, still raising his body upward. Giving him a glance you see his head is on the back of the chair; and behind him stands Baekhyun, running his fingers through Mino's hair, looking at you with ever growing arousal.

"Ah, shh… That mouth is sweeter than I remembered…", Mino praises you.

"You're exactly as I remember." You cock your head. "At least in my mouth…"

Challenge accepted, Mino drags you off the floor with a smirk and pushes his body against yours, meaning for you to get on the table. In a flashback you recall he's not putty in your hands when it comes to fucking - it's only Baekhyun he allows to lead him.

He pulls your panties to the side and takes his time enjoying the view. Taking a deep breath he exhales with a smile on his face.

"You smell sweet…"

The way it's beating between your legs you know you're glazed all over. And if you couldn't tell yourself, Baekhyun's tilted head, tongue playing in the corner of his mouth, would. It turns into a slack jaw and knitted brow as Mino guides his cock to your entrance. The ease with which it glides in is back-archingly electrifying; the kind of pleasure that runs through your entire flesh, yet it's illusive and delicate - a wind rolling through. Mino feels it too, seemingly releasing it through his mouth with a whistling moan. Every thrust brings a new wave of tingles with nowhere to go but sit and build up. Seamlessly he moves into a quicker pace and press your legs to his sides to keep you in place. The smacking and squelching are the icing on the proverbial (fucking) cake. Baekhyun puts his hand on Mino's shoulder.

"Save some for me."

"Yeah…"

"Ten…", Baekhyun starts counting.

He lets his trousers and shirt fall to the floor, giving you a chance to see the silhouette through his boxers before pushing them down as well.

"Zero", he whispers, putting a soft hand on Mino's waist.

"Fuck…", he groans, gritting his teeth and rests his head on your chest.

You laugh, patting his head and get a smile back as he slips out. Baekhyun pulls your panties off and gets you standing, where he takes off the rest.

"Bedroom?"

"Living room? If he's gonna be on his knees…", you say and look at Mino. "Or..?"

"Your bed's pretty high. Living room", he nods and leads the way.

Baekhyun comes up behind you in the hallway, pressing himself tightly against your body as he takes a deep breath and hums, delighted. His cock is hard against your back, his fingers - searching - are soft. He finds your entrance and slides it in. Just as you lean into it he stops and smacks your ass.

"Go on."

Your tiny acknowledgement of the burn earns a laugh from the living room and a cheeky play of the tongue from Baekhyun.

Mino's waiting on the carpeted floor with impatient anticipation as you make yourselves comfortable. The arrangement is almost like the very first time you had Mino over.

•

Baekhyun's chest is warm against your back, steadily filling with air and then sinking. He pinches your nipples, giving extra weight to Mino's tongue lapping over your clit. He isn't bothered by you grinding on Baekhyun's throbbing cock; his mouth follows along exquisitely, kissing, softly sucking - moaning.

There's a pause in his motion and out of nowhere, you get the full vibrato of Baekhyun's deep whine in your ear and feel a shift of his legs. Looking down you see Mino's mouth on his balls, giving him almost the same gentle treatment you just got. Baekhyun grips your thighs and presses upwards, pushing the root of his cock tight against your entrance.

"Shit…baby, look at my good boy…"

"Your?"

Mino winks at you.

"Don't be...mmh...don't be jealous", Baekhyun coos and puts his fingers to his mouth before placing them on your clit, gently circling it, running them along either side of it.

Mino bites himself in the lip with a glint in his eyes. You can tell there's something on his mind - and you're pretty sure you know what it is. Liking where he's going, you introduce the idea to Baekhyun.

"Baby..?"

"Mm-hm?", he replies, nuzzling your neck, still rolling his hips.

"You want a little g-spot attention?"

He chuckles and looks at Mino, who in turn nods at him.

"You're spoiling me today", he says, inching down a bit and opens his legs further. "Go ahead."

Mino wets his finger and carefully presses it in, little by little. Baekhyun pulls you down and holds you close against his body as he in turn presses deeper into you. His breathing is thick with pleasure, exhaling deep moans into your ear.

"Fuuck…"

Satisfied he's found the right tempo, Mino again directs his attention towards you. As if Baekhyun's cock lodged deep, his sounds ringing clear and warm hands isn't enough, Mino parts you folds with his free hand and starts giving you teasing flicks with his tongue before sucking a vacuum - just on the edge of painful - on your clit and releasing it with a groan. Not pausing, he does it again - lightly this time - both tongue and plush lips enveloping you over and over. Baekhyun's movements meet with yours; they're small so you won't disrupt Mino, but with both of you getting special attention you don't need much for the build up to start. Spreading your legs further you bury your hand in Mino's hair as his mouth is firmly planted on your pussy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come", you whisper faintly, in so asking if Baekhyun wants to come first.

"Okay…", he moans back, he himself swept up in complete pleasure. "Go first, baby… Ah, shh..."

Mino's eyes glint when they meet yours, happy his request is so well received, before he places his tongue flat and rubs hard. Baekhyun squeezes in as tight as he can - the deep climax he's created inside spilling out in a circle around your entrance. You push down on Mino's head as your quick breaths are accompanied by the tightening of your body before it relaxes in enormous shakes as he takes you over the edge.

The clenching proves too much for Baekhyun, who draws a whistling breath and grips your waist and fucks you roughly from underneath. You love it when he can't control himself.

"Harder, baby", you urge him on.

Mino moans. His free hand is now round his cock, pumping as it's leaking pre-cum.

Baekhyun's pelvis beats into your ass just like his short whines hit your ears.

"Oh, shit…", his voice rattles, his sync jumping.

His beating turns to deep, hard thrusts, pressing your waist down on his cock as he comes, spraying his cum into you with hitching wails.

"Shit", he sighs out of breath, bringing his hand to your breast. "I love when you come on me", he says kissing your wet shoulder.

"Me too", you chuckle, still catching your own breath. "What about you, Mino?"

"I think you should come on her", Baekhyun suggests, stroking your breasts. "Don't you think so, honey?", he coos.

"You want that, Mino?", you ask, wetting your fingers and running them alongside your clit.

He stands up, cock thick in his grip as he watches.

"You still hard?"

Baekhyun snorts and starts rolling his hips as he's still inside you.

"You wanna see me fuck her..?"

He still feels good in you, pulling out long before rounding back in - all for Mino's viewing pleasure.

His eyes are dark as he watches, his faster pumping bringing moans of content from him.

"Hold me", you say to Baekhyun as you bring your knees up.

He does and Mino groans at the full view.

"Be a good boy and cum down my girl...", Baekhyun prompts, seeing he's on the verge of coming.

His thighs get taut, his stomach tight as his huffs and moans get louder. He drops his head back with a whine, shutting his eyes tight before breathing out heavily, watching as he spurts out cum over your stomach.

"Fuck…", he chuckles seeing the mess, hand at his shaft.

He sits down - lays down - and puts his hand on his head.

"Shit… I wasn't lying when I said I missed you", he laughs.

"I know what you mean", Baekhyun agrees, getting up from under you. "I was planning on taking her - you", he points "...from behind while you were getting a blowjob…", he says, sauntering to the closet to get you a towel.

"I think your hands were a bit too magic, Mino", you smile at him.

"Yeah", Baekhyun raises his eyebrows "You should go away more often."

#baekhyun smut #mino smut #htbagn

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fireblaze5555 · 4 years

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Hi All! After discovering a love for the Kastle ship and reading numerous excellent fics about them I decided to give it a try myself. This is just a oneshot I thought of yesterday but I do have a full story I am working on at the moment.

This is explicit, sexual content and language so beware if you are not a fan of either of those!

You can also find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23396581

Thanks for reading!

Title: Distance

Summary: Post TPS2, Karen gets injured chasing a lead, Frank finds her in bad shape, helping patch her up and also unwillingly dealing with his feelings for Karen.

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Karen's hands were shaking and covered in her own blood. It seemed so much easier sewing someone else's skin together, hell, she had so much practice on Frank by now she should be a professional. An honorary nurse. As it was, she could barely thread the needle much less start to put herself back together. She was still bleeding pretty heavily, maybe she made a bad judgement call, not going to the hospital. But at the hospital they would ask a lot of questions and she couldn't afford that at this point. She had pushed a little too hard on the lead for this Smithson case and really didn't want to hear from Mahoney, once again, that if he caught her trespassing for information one more time he was going to have her locked up. He may actually mean it this time. Not to mention Matt would start with the preaching and she just didn't have the energy for it right now.

So there she sat, on the edge of her bathtub trying, for the sake of clean up later, to bleed into the tub and not on her floor. A knife wound on her side that she had to bend awkwardly to access and a needle with no thread clutched in her blood slicked hands. The blow to the head she had received exacerbating the lightheadedness from her blood loss. However, a last ditch effort to thread the needle was successful and she gave a quiet woop before having to steady herself, clutching the tub tightly with her free hand.

"Easy does it. I don't think Frank tips himself out of the tub every time he stitches himself up." The image made her giggle before she hissed, starting the first stitch.

Frank seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to Karen Page and trouble. He was working on cleaning his arsenal when he got that itch, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. That's how he found himself at her door, getting ready to knock when he saw the smear of blood on the door handle. It wasn't a small amount, it looked as though a hand had been completely soaked with blood when it gripped the handle.

Cursing, he pushed the unlocked door open, his gun in hand. He scanned the room with the proficiency of a soldier before looking down and seeing the drips of blood, a morbid trail to the small bathroom of her apartment. Fear gripped his heart. It was too much blood. He didn't let the panic take over, still watching for potential threats and only once he had cleared the apartment did he enter the bathroom.

That's where he found her, painting her bathroom with her own blood. Her beautiful blonde hair was matted with a mix of dark red and fresh bright red at the temple. She was in a pair of jeans that she had opened the button on and a bra, her shirt discarded by the door. One small capable hand gripped the side of the tub while the other was braced against the shower wall, still holding a needle. She was slumped awkwardly and when Frank got to her side in a rush, he realized she was just barely conscious.

"Goddamn it Page. What the hell did you get into now?" He tried to sound scathing but he's pretty sure it came out softer and more panicked than he had intended. She gave a slight jump, her delicate brows coming together as she looked at him fuzzily, as if she couldn't decide if he was actually there.

Her voice was thick and quiet, "Frank?" He moved quickly, taking the needle out of her hand and dropping to his knees to inspect the wound on her side. It was deep, thankfully not deep enough to hit any organs but enough to bleed excessively.

She had managed to get several stitches in but still had several more to go. His voice was rough with restrained rage when he answered her, "Yeah, it's me. Want to tell me why you are bleedin' out in your bathroom?" Her eyes closed as he pushed the needle through her skin. He let the anger drain away all at once. He could be angry after, feed his bloodlust later. He needed to focus now. Putting as much authority into his voice as he could muster, Frank ordered, "Eyes open, Page." When she didn't comply he spoke louder, "Karen. Open. Your. Eyes." She did, sluggishly, turning her head to look down at him.

"Why are you in my bathroom?" Her voice confused but she followed his hands as he pulled another stitch through.

"See my previous statement about you bleedin' out in your bathroom." He grabbed some gauze from the open first aid kit and used it to dab away the blood that was now sluggishly seeping from the remaining open wound. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"Uh...someone hit me in the head pretty good with something. I'm not sure but I think I might have gotten a broken finger somewhere along the way too." She waved the hand closest to him around almost drunkenly and, sure enough, her pinky was at an odd angle. Snipping the string on the last stitch, Frank cleaned it up and smeared salve over it before putting a bandage in place.

He stood, ignoring the protest in his knees to look at her temple. Karen's large blue eyes followed him as he stood which nearly caused her to tip over the side. Frank had both hands on her quickly to steady her, raising an eyebrow when she let out a small laugh. Even in her disoriented state she must have sensed his look because she simply stated, "That's not the first time that has almost happened tonight."

There was a sizable bump on her temple just inside the hairline and a gash to go along with it. This one, thankfully, didn't look like it would need stitches and had stopped bleeding on its own. Carefully, Frank used fresh gauze to clean away dried and crusted blood before prodding gently at the area to check her skull for cracks. Karen hissed and made an unsavory comment about his lineage.

Despite himself, Frank let out a bark of laughter, "Now, now Page. That kind of abuse and I may have to take my nursing skills and go." He wouldn't dream of it. Lord knows how often she had dealt with his cranky ass, stopping by for help patching himself up. Bleeding all over this very bathroom. Hell, he considered it a privilege to be verbally abused by Karen Page.

Guilt twisted in his guts though when she grasped his hand, broken pinky and all and whispered quietly, "Please don't go." She wasn't looking directly at him but he could see the pain and grim acceptance she always had in her eyes when he made himself walk away.

Christ, he was an asshole. He should stay away for good but instead he keeps coming back, reopening their shared wounds every time he turns around and leaves again.

"Hey," he spoke quietly, his voice full of gravel. He rested a blood covered hand on her cheek before setting his forehead gently against hers, "I'm not going anywhere, yeah?"

A few small tears seeped from the corners of her eyes before he felt her give a slight nod. Giving his own nod, he set back to work. Looking over the rest of her, head, torso, arms and legs he didn't see any more injuries. That meant it was time to reset her pinky.

He switched back to business, feeling around the digit to sort out the best way to set it. "Alright Karen, I'm going to reset this finger. I'm gonna count, okay? On three. One..." He snapped it back in place as he said two, making her curse loudly. He showed up often enough with dislocated and broken fingers that there were splinting materials in the first aid kit as well. However, before he did that he wanted to get her cleaned up a bit.

Frank had her lifted from the edge of the tub and had her sitting on the toilet before Karen could register so she just sat there dazedly as he ran a shallow bath. When he turned back, she was still unsteady but he could see some of her usual alertness returning. He realized that the next step would be getting her clothes off and suddenly his handle on the situation slipped a bit. She needed to be cleaned up, less of a chance of infection and she would just feel better not being covered in blood and grime.

Frank had always been very careful about keeping that distance between them. Hell, they held so much intimacy between them without getting physical he was afraid of what would happen if those barriers were gone. He was terrified he wouldn't be able to make himself walk away after that.

This is not the time to be a brooding asshole, just help her get cleaned up idiot. She's your patient. Just another soldier needing some first aid. He told himself a lot of things to rationalize his thoughts when he was around Karen Page.

His voice was rough when he finally spoke, "We uh...need to get you cleaned up." Karen blinked at him owlishly for a moment before she reached the arm with all five working fingers behind her to unclasp the bra and let it fall to the bathroom floor. Frank was frozen in place for a second before mentally slapping himself into action. She had attempted to pull her jeans down but they were tight and blood loss had left her weak and uncoordinated.

Frank knelt again, this time in front of her and rested his hands on her waist, over her smaller hands. He couldn't seem to find the words but she read the question in his eyes. Even with a head wound she never missed anything with him.

Her voice was quiet as she rested a careful hand on his cheek, "It's okay Frank. It's not exactly how I imagined it would happen but it's okay." If he hadn't been so gobsmacked by that statement he would have laughed at how she managed to become even paler, despite blood loss, at her statement.

He did manage a small smirk, "Thought about it, have you Ms. Page?" Before he could stop himself he continued, "Yeah it's not how I would have hoped either." Fuck. He really hopes she didn't catch that.

He kept careful eyes on the bathroom tiles as he peeled the denim from her legs, taking her underwear with them. "Alright, stand up, real easy. I'll help you in." Karen stood, a touch too quickly and swayed unsteadily at her full height. Frank placed steadying hands on her, gaze involuntarily trailing down her body to assess potential injury from the movement.

He was struck dumb. Frank knew he shouldn't be ogling her in such a state but goddamn she was beautiful. The blood splashed across her body a stark contrast to her beautiful pale skin. Her long, graceful legs standing her at equal height to him, her long blonde hair laying over straight shoulders and determination in her crystal blue eyes. She looked like a valkyrie, straight from the battlefield, standing tall and proud before him. Karen Page was a survivor, a warrior. It's no wonder he couldn't stay away from her.

Before he did something stupid, like tell her she was most incredibly thing he had ever seen, he helped her lower herself into the tub. With a clean washcloth he began gingerly wiping the blood from her face before moving down her body. Carefully removing every bit of grime he saw. He placed another cloth over her bandaged side to keep the gauze from getting wet but he knew it was going to have to be changed either way. Once he was satisfied he'd removed the dirt and blood from her body he shifted his focus to her hair.

Thankfully her showerhead was detachable, so he drained the tub, pulling the showerhead down to wet her hair. Karen was pliable in his hands, shifting at gentle nudges or instructions from him. Her unwavering trust in him always astounded Frank. He didn't feel like he deserved it but she always offered it, no questions asked.

Eventually he had worked the last of the blood from her hair, shampooing it quickly before shutting the water off and pulling a large towel from the rack. Karen managed to look both rejuvenated and completely exhausted. He helped her stand, wrapping the towel around her shoulders.

"Can you dry yourself while I go get you some clean clothes?" When she gave a nod, Frank waited for just a moment to assess how steady she was on her feet. She was shaky but he wouldn't be gone long. He went straight to the drawer in her bedroom he knew she kept her sleeping clothes, wondering for only a moment when he became comfortable enough in Karen's apartment to know where she kept her things.

She had managed to dry herself for the most part but he could tell the effort had sapped what little energy she had left. Frank helped her dress as quickly as he could, careful of her injuries, rewrapping her side with a fresh bandage before sliding the shirt over her head.

Without preamble, he had an arm under her legs, the other supporting her shoulders as he bridal carried her to her bedroom. She made a noise in the back of her throat in protest. Good, she was coming back to herself little by little.

Frank was glad he had the foresight to pull back her covers when he came in for her pajamas because he was able to lay her down easily, pulling the covers back over her. Karen snagged his hand, meeting his eyes clearly for the first time that night.

Her voice was exhausted and quiet, "Thank you Frank. I'm sorry you had to do all this."

Frank didn't need a lot of things but he definitely never needed gratitude from her, he most certainly didn't deserve it, "Don't mention it. You've put me back together enough times I think I owe you this." He didn't mention that he would walk through Hell to get her bag for her if she asked him to. "Just get some rest."

She didn't let go of his hand, "Will you stay?"

He gave her hand a light squeeze, mindful of her splinted finger, "I'm not goin' anywhere. Rest."

"I mean will you stay in here with me?" Her voice was even quieter, like she felt she was asking too much of him. His brain screamed at him that he shouldn't do this, he would be closing that distance even more, succumbing to his weakness for her. His body, the traitorous prick it was, had already sat on the corner of the bed to strip off his boots and socks. The gun he had tucked in the back of his waistband rested on the nightstand by the opposite side of the bed and his shirt draped over the footboard. He slid in next to her with his pants still on. They were damp from helping her bathe but he didn't mind.

She rolled, looking at him with tired eyes, he saw the aching question in them as he tucked some hair behind her ear, "I'll be here when you wake up. You can tell me how you got in this shape in the morning." His voice was gruff and he found he was tired as well as the adrenaline drained from him.

Karen gave him the sweetest smile, a mix of relief, gratitude, affection and something so profound he couldn't bring himself to name it. But it made his heart ache in the most terrifying and exhilarating way. Who knew the Punisher could be brought to his knees with a pretty smile from a beautiful blonde. Of course he knew that not just any pretty blonde would do.

"Yeah, yeah, don't think being cute will keep you from telling me everything tomorrow." He tried to hide the tightness in his throat by pulling her flush against him, mindful of her injuries. She huffed out a laugh and it sounded like she attempted a reply but it turned into a light snore before she could finish.

Frank lay completely still, letting the weight of her head on his shoulder ground him. He thought back to a time several months ago when he was lying in a hospital bed and Karen held his hand. A time when he pushed her away with what little strength he had left. A time when he told her he didn't want to find someone else to love.

As he lay there with her pressed against him, her breath sliding over his collarbone, reaffirming her life to him, Frank heard his own words echoing around in his head, 'I don't want to.' He vividly remembers the flash of pain and defeat on her face before it turned into frustration. He was good at letting her down. But she believed him, because Frank didn't lie to her. She was very clear that was something she appreciated most, honesty. Of course, the whole gesture was wasted when a couple of months later they crossed paths again, and just as it always happens with them, they stayed in each other's orbit.

What Karen didn't know is that, while he absolutely did not lie to her, Frank was proficient at lying to himself. He told himself he didn't want to but lying here with her curled around him shook Frank to his core. That distance he so carefully crafted between them had disintegrated in a single blood soaked night and what he was going to do with that knowledge, he had no idea.

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Frank woke to a deep ache in his shoulder, his arm asleep and Karen stirring awake beside him with a groan. He had slept fitfully, waking up periodically to check on Karen. He had enough concussions in his life to know how serious they could be so it wasn't until the first rays of light started to come in through the window did he finally fall into a deeper sleep.

With concentrated effort, Frank pulled his arm gently from under her and made his way to the bathroom. He was back in a matter of minutes holding a couple of tylenol and a large glass of water. Karen was squinting in the morning light, she took the glass of water and watched as Frank made his way back around the bed to lay on top of the covers.

She placed the medication carefully on her tongue before downing half of the water. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, "Did you sleep in jeans the whole night?"

Frank raised an eyebrow at her as he laid back reaching an arm over his head to bury it under the pillow. He did his best to ignore the liquid hot gaze Karen trailed over his bare torso before he answered, "Maybe I like sleeping in denim." He didn't but if he woke up with/ended up with a hard on while in bed with her, it would be much easier to hide with jeans on. Besides, the hot look she had just given him paired with her bed head and flimsy tank top, he had made the right choice.

Karen gave a hard scoff but cut it off quickly with a wince as she sat up against the headboard. She took assessment of her own body, feeling gingerly around the cut on her temple, lifting her shirt to prod gently at the bandage there and finally looked over her splinted pinky. Finally she said tiredly, "I feel like someone tossed me off a building, my everything aches."

That reminded Frank that he had not yet gotten an explanation out of her as to what happened the night before. "What did happen Karen?" Her eyes shifted away from his quickly. Frank was having none of it, he leaned down to catch her eyes and looked at her expectantly.

With a sigh, Karen rubbed a hand over her face. Her voice was steady as she recounted her evening. "I went to a factory on the east end for a case we are working on. It's a clothing factory and one of the workers came to Nelson, Murdock and Page to file an unsafe work environment lawsuit. He had been injured due to improper maintenance on the machinery. So I went down last week to ask some questions for the case." She gave him a rueful smile, "They weren't exactly happy to see me. Wouldn't even let me in the door and had some choice words for me as a I left. So of course, I went back last night to see what they were hiding."

Frank clicked his tongue but didn't comment. Karen eyed him irritably before continuing, "I knew there was something else going on. They reacted too strongly for it simply to be negligence on machinery maintenance so I spoke to one of the night guards and convinced him to let in to look around a bit."

Frank was drawn in as he always was when Karen talked about a case she was working on. Her eyes always lit up with determined fire and her passion rekindled a little bit of his dead soul as she filled him in on the details.

"I was looking for the maintenance records when I came across a file that listed very generic products, something that this particular factory shouldn't be dealing with, so I went to the storage facility to check it out." The way she paused to take a drink of water told him he probably wasn't going to like this next bit. "When I got there, there were firearms everywhere. I mean, some big money, definitely not legal firearms. I took a few pictures and was about to leave when, uh..when someone grabbed me."

Frank was scowling, he knew he was but it didn't slow her down, "One of them hit me pretty hard," she gestured loosely to her temple, "I think it was a billy club or something. I managed to get away from him but the guard that let me in was at the door waiting." Now she was scowling, "Dickhead. I pulled out my gun but they managed to grab me again. Somewhere in the struggle I got my pinky caught. I was kinda out of it from where they hit me but I'm pretty sure I winged one of them with a bullet which made everybody take a step back. That gave me enough time to book it out of there. I guess adrenaline kept me moving for the most part cause I was halfway back here when I realized I had been stabbed. I didn't realize how bad it was when I decided to patch it up myself, it was hard to check while I was driving." She looked like she had more to say but paused when she looked at his face.

Before she could continue he said roughly, "You know, if you knew it was something suspicious you should have given it to Red. Or me. We could have looked into it."

The glare she set upon him was so fierce it made his breath catch. He knew he was going to regret that statement but, god, that look was exhilarating. Her voice was sharp, "I was already there, I could handle it. I can take care of myself Frank."

He knows she can, he never made the mistake of underestimating Karen Page. So many often did, among them was a dead man and another behind bars, hopefully for life. It didn't mean she couldn't ask for help. Damn stubborn woman.

Frank figured she was already fired up, why not stoke it, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Yeah, right, you really had it covered last night. The morning light really shows how well you took care of yourself, 31 stitches in your side, a broken finger and a busted up head. I'd say you really had it under control." He let a bit of his earlier anger bleed into his voice.

"That's really rich coming from you Frank. You've definitely never showed up here beat all to shit after running headlong into something." Her lip was drawn up in a snarl, a little color had risen to her cheeks, not that she had much to spare after last night but he was a master of bringing up her ire.

Frank shook his head sharply coming up to his elbow to face her more fully, his voice growing rough with intensity, "Yeah, Karen, I get beat to shit, that's my job, that's what I do. You-,"

"THIS is my job Frank! It's what I do!" She put heavy emphasis on 'I' to fire his words back at him, "I was there doing my job. I'm not going to sit behind a desk and pretend like stuff like this isn't happening around me! No, it's not safe but it has to be done and I am not going to be sorry about that." She was leaning towards him, breathing heavy, her full lips parted still as her clear blue eyes burned with hellfire.

Christ, this woman was going to be the death of him and what a sweet death it would be. Before he realized what he was doing, Frank had a hand around the back of her neck, burying his fingers in her long hair and cradling her skull. He jerked her towards him and covered her mouth with his, devouring her anger.

Karen didn't miss a beat, matching him at each turn of his head. He let out a rumbling groan when she gripped his deltoid to steady herself before nipping and licking at his bottom lip. Frank opened his mouth and then her sweet tongue was sliding over his and he was lost.

He surged forward, pushing her back as gently as he could, still conscious of her injuries. She made the most beautiful keening sound as he trailed down her jaw then her neck with dragging kisses and nips. Frank had half covered her with his own body when he reached the neckline of her tank top with his mouth. Resting his chin on her sternum he looked up at her, lips swollen and red, breathing hard and obvious desire in her eyes. He almost didn't recognize his own voice when he spoke, and he had to force the words out like they were jagged glass, "We should stop, you just got attacked, injuries are still too fresh."

Karen brought a soft hand to his face, giving him a small smile before sliding her hand up into his hair and giving it a rough tug, she had his undivided attention, her voice low with need and so sexy he now regretted opting to keep his jeans on, "We should most definitely not stop." To punctuate her point she pulled her tank top from under him before pulling it over her head. She winced when it stretched her stitches but gave him a challenging look.

He really should push back harder. Re-establish the distance he needed to have between them, let her know how bad of an idea this was but as he set his mouth to work on one of her perfect breasts he couldn't bring himself to do it. Frank nipped and sucked at one dark pink nipple roughly while his hand worked the other breast over, feeling the weight of it in his palm. Her hip was pressed into his erection and as she squirmed under his ministrations it caused him to let out a low moan into her skin.

She wasn't in any better shape, letting out gasping moans with every tug of his mouth, her hand still in his hair, dragging over his scalp slowly which only fed his growing need. He rocked his hips into her seeking the glorious friction it granted him before he released her nipple with a wet pop. He surveyed his handiwork for a moment, little red marks mottled her pale skin from his teeth and lips, he growled in satisfaction. Sure, maybe it made him caveman to be so turned on by leaving his mark on her but goddamn, she looked so good under him. Despite his alpha male bullshit, he knew he was only able to do this because she allowed it. Karen Page wasn't one to be owned or controlled but she allowed him this and it made him want her even more. If that was even possible.

Pulling the blanket off of her, he rolled himself between her legs. Frank laved a slow kiss to her sternum before slowly working his way down, looking up at her through his lashes as he went. She never broke eye contact with him but he saw and felt every breath hitch in her chest with every new kiss to her abdomen. He reached her waistline, the hands he had been slowly running down her sides stopped at the swell of her hips but his thumbs continued little circles, dipping below the elastic of her sweatpants from time to time.

"You sure about this?" He wanted to kick himself, he'd rather run himself through than stop now but if Karen didn't want to continue he would not hesitate to step away. "If you want me to stop, you just gotta say it, yeah?"

A little bit of mirth flared in her eyes behind the desire, "This is more how I imagined it happening."

Frank let out a low chuckle before sliding his large hands around her hips, under her waistband to firmly grip her ass. He drug his teeth over a now exposed hipbone making her moan prettily. As he began sliding her pants down he growled into her skin, "Yeah this is more what I was hoping for too."

He slid her pants past her feet, kicking his off in the process. He let out an almost imperceptible sigh when his cock sprung free of the confines of his pants. Karen had her bottom lip drawn prettily between her teeth as she took him in, when she realized he was commando she raised an eyebrow at him.

He settled back between her legs, running his tongue up her inner thigh before he mumbled into the crease where her leg met her body, "I had a bad feeling last night so I showered quick and threw on some clothes before I came over without really thinking." She let out a slow gasping laugh but it cut off to a sharp intake of air when he ran the flat of his tongue over the seam of her pussy.

"God Frank." The breathy way she said his name made his heart stutter in his chest before he began to devour her. She tasted as sweet as she smelled and it was a humbling experience, going down on Karen Page. One he never thought he would have the privilege of experiencing. He intended to take full advantage. He brought one of her long legs up over his shoulder pressing the calloused hand on that side into the flat of her stomach. He felt every flex and twitch in her abdomen move in time to the attention he was giving her clit.

He nipped and teased, listening to her moans amp up before slowly pushing a finger into her. Frank let out a rough moan when he felt how wet she was, he was nearly dizzy with the heady feel and taste of her. He added another finger, pumping both into her in a steady rhythm. Karen had a hand fisted in the hair at the crown of his head and when he glanced up at her he felt his ego swell a little. Among other things. Her head was thrown back against the pillow and she could only get gasping pleas past her lips.

"Please, I'm so close...fuck." Her hips were lifting to meet his strokes so Frank began curling his fingers, giving a few firm licks to her clit before sucking hard. He felt her body go rigid just as he felt her clamp down over his fingers and then she was falling apart around him. It was one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. Frank rutted into the bed a few times just to relieve the incredible pressure that had built up.

Karen slowly came down with heaving breaths, she placed a gentle hand to her bandaged side but otherwise didn't show any pain. He didn't miss the gesture though. Climbing up her body, careful to keep most of his weight off her he gave her a languid kiss. She hummed appreciatively into his mouth, wrapping both hands around his neck. After a moment he pulled back, asking softly, "Are you alright? Didn't hurt your side did I?"

She prevented him from pulling away, keeping her hands locked around his neck before she rolled her hips into his arousal. Frank's eyes closed as he drew in a ragged breath. Karen's voice was low and sultry when she answered, "I'm way more than alright." She kissed and nipped at the underside of his jaw, raising her hips again until she felt him at her entrance.

Frank was wrecked, every muscle taut with hard won self control but before he could say anything, Karen cut him off, "If you ask me if I'm sure, I will personally shoot you with your own gun. Don't make me wait any longer than I already have Castle."

He settled his hips lower, bracing himself on his elbows while he ran a line of kisses from the juncture of her neck to the shell of her ear, "Yes, ma'am."

And then he was sinking into her. She keened in his ear as he fought hard to control the urge to slam into her. She was hot and slick, cinched around his dick like she was made just for him. "Fuck, Karen, you feel so goddamn good." Once he was fully seated against her he paused. She turned her head to look at him, her crystal blue holding his coffee brown eyes and it seemed like everything stood still.

There wouldn't be distance between them anymore, they both knew that. He was fooling himself if he thought he could walk away from her for good. A flurry of unsaid words passed between them in that gaze and after a moment Frank gently rested his forehead to hers, closing his eyes to the bliss as he began to move inside her.

In the beginning he wanted to slam into her, be rough, re-affirm that they were both still alive despite their attempts to the contrary. But suddenly the urgency was gone and he savored the slow drag of her walls against him. Their breaths mingled as they stayed close together, every once in a while he would twist his hips just right and she would gasp, rewarding him with a dragging kiss across his lips.

He felt the telltale tingling in his spine, Karen felt so exquisite around him, he knew he was going to be able to last much longer. Especially not with the way she was dragging her nails down his back so deliciously.

Frank sat up, pulling her hips to him. He braced her with one arm to, hopefully, keep from jostling her side too much and his other hand moved to run an urgent thumb over her clit. He snapped his hips forward.

"Frank. Fuck, do it again." Anything for her. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into place, his thumb keeping pace all the while. Another tantalizing pull and then he was bottomed out inside her again. Karen had been running her hand down his chest when her orgasm hit her. She gave a breathy scream, sinking her nails into his hips as he snapped them into her again.

Watching her come undone ruined the rest of Frank's control. He slammed into her in quick succession, leaning back over to press his head to hers. It was only a few strokes before he was spilling into her with a low growl, his hands buried in her hair on either side of her head, holding it in place. As he came down he realized her hands were gently stroking his jaw, her eyes were wet and her mouth was set in an adoring watery smile.

Frank's chest ached. He told himself he would never feel this again. That he didn't deserve it and he still believes he doesn't. But it didn't change the fact that he felt it.

Instead of telling her everything that was roiling around in his head, 'You're incredible. I don't deserve this and definitely don't deserve you. You're the strongest person I know. I fucking love you.', he gave her a long, slow kiss. Trying to put everything he was thinking into it, hoping she understood him with this like she did with everything else.

When he pulled back, her smile was no longer watery but firmly in place as she ran gentle fingers from his brow bone, down his cheek to cup his jaw. She understood him, she always did.

Frank helped her clean up in bed before checking her stitches, thankfully none pulled. He settled back in beside her. She nestled back against him much like last night this time resting a hand over his heart. He had his larger hand over hers, absentmindedly running a thumb over her wrist.

Her sleepy voice filtered up to him, she was still low on blood and the exertion of their activities left her exhausted. "You'd better be here when I wake up, Frank. And then you should feed me."

He laughed low in his chest, watching a slow smile form on her lips. His voice rumbled quietly, "I'll be here. I'll feed you if you're nice. Get some rest, Page." She huffed out a laugh before he breathing evened out.

As she slept, Frank prepared himself for the next row they would have before long. He had every intention of finding and killing the men who attacked her. He was still the Punisher after all and his retribution was swift. She probably already knew it was going to happen, the arguing about it was just a formality at this point.

Resting his cheek against her hair he began to doze off as well. Last night he wasn't sure what he was going to do with the knowledge that there was no more distance between them. Today, he knew he was going to use it to love Karen Page.

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Yes! The ways Fairy tail does anatomy wrong! Thank you :3 ( Sorry about that, I'm really nervous D: )

its ok!! im glad to be able to help out with this kind of stuff

this got pretty lengthy so its gonna be under cut! heres some links that may also help, i dont think i forgot anything super important?

i have a general art ref tag on my main , general arm references

how to draw breasts video (nsfwish of course) , foreshortening

figure drawing tips

hands for drawing (3d models of hands you can play around with (warning it greets u with a torso model that has a ding dong out))

how to connect legs to the torso (highly stylized,but good things to keep in mind)

while some things can vary from style to style, i bolded the basic rules of anatomy if you dont wanna stick to just realism. mashimas style is actually closer to realism than a cartoon, most exaggerated things arent style but anatomy problems. things of his that are stylized for example are the eyes. he actually has really got down how to make eyes bigger than usual and not have it look wrong/bad.

first and foremost, the most noticeable thing in many ft drawings is the boobs.

boobs are not perfect circles for one. an important thing to remember when drawing boobs is that gravity affects them. when standing upwards, boobs will be pulled downwards and a fold against the skin is noticeable. this of course changed depending on the pose of the character, such as if they are lying down they will lean more towards the sides.

the best thing to coach yourself on making sure the boobs arent too big is to make sure they are not bigger than the head.

while boobs do jiggle during many forms of exercise, having a female character not have good support for their breasts is very... unrealistic, as most ppl with boobs tend to get aches from this sort of thing. different support can do different things though. sports bras typically keep The JiggleTM to a low, while there are special bras for pushing up your breasts to make them look bigger & cleavage more noticeable.

other factors to take into account: boobs are attached to skin that go up to the arm pit, so if the arm is more upwards this can affect where the boob is as skin is tightening. boobs are soft, but not jelly.

boobs arent smack dab on the chest unless the before mentioned push up bras are in play. they hang about, but also dont go on the abdomen, they basically dont go over the rib cage.

also, nipples come in all different kinds of sizes & placements but are typically 2 head lengths down and the angle is outwards.

the torso

hips & waist are big issues in ft. hips typically shouldnt be bigger than shoulders unless part of character design/body type

waists shouldnt be too much smaller than ribcage. a good thing to remember is that your character is supposed to have organs in there. unless they are meant to be malnourished or have a very skinny body type, avoid it. looking up diagrams of muscles & organs around there helps me define how big this portion should be.

there are all kinds of body shapes, especially with feminine characters. typical ones are hour glass (small waist), diamond (large waist & hips, sometimes actually bigger than shoulders), rectangle (hips, shoulders, and waist are basically the same shape), triangle (small hips & waist, big shoulders, the common body type for guys), inverted triangle/pear (small shoulders & waist, big hips)... the list goes on and on, really.

even when you have abs, when you bend over your skin folds/rolls up. its natural!

male & female musculature isnt really much different from one another. what differs is the bones & fat placements.

since you have stuff in ur tummy, i wouldnt say it bulges out but its certainly not just a straight line. its more noticeable if theres tight clothes involved, the area is showing, or its a side view.

legs/thighs

thighs gaps are not as common as you think. thighs support much of our body and are meant to be big as theres lots of muscle & fat.

you cant really have big thighs & big thigh gaps like mashima makes it. sometimes it kinda looks like he gives them hip dyspepsia honestly. basically, you either have skinny thighs & a gap, or thick thighs & no gap. while some ppl may be uncomfy with this part, its also important that you know how to define the crotch, gap or not. this is much easier with vaginas than penises though and vaginas you can get away with just a V between the thighs.

the thickness of the thighs affect how big the ass will be (thicker thighs = bigger butt).

half of body is legs while the other half is torso & head.

knee placement varies & depends on body type, but is normally about in the middle of the leggo.

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an easy way to make sure the size of your hands are right is to compare it to the characters face. when putting the beginning of the palm on the beginning of the face/chin, fingers end a bit above eyes or eyebrows. this is something that can vary as well, such as if you want a character to look creepy you typically give them longer fingers.

necks are meant to support the head. while drawing them smaller than usual is a common part of lots of peoples drawings, you want to at least make sure your character has a neck that wont easily snap. necks are about the size of your head, as if you feel up it it stops at your ear. there are only certain types of bodies this can go well with, pearl from SU being a good example because she overall has a very small body type.

theres a difference between flexible & wrong anatomy. someone may have a back that can easily bend certain ways, but there are limits. bones & muscles will limit you.

fairy tail has odd ear placements in which they tend to go above the eye even in face-forward views- avoid that. putting ears around the same place as the nose tends to do the trick, with ears ending around eye level.

if you want to intentionally give a character supper skinny arms like mashima does, this has to go with the body type, and it also affects how visible the collarbone is.

ft has a really weird habit of making reeaallly angled collarbones. collarbones start a bit below the neck (neck muscles coming down to them), and go to the shoulder. collarbone visibility depends on body type as mentioned before, and the pose of the character. you wont see the collarbone of a character with an arm reaching up. often times when the characters posed is relaxed, the collarbone will actually just look like a straight line.

not sure if this really counts as anatomy but mashima makes hair look like ribbons at times when they are 2 completely different textures & materials. hair goes all about, not just one solid direction.

the lower the eyes are, the younger the character looks. placement of eyes is actually really important when it comes to age.

when drawing a character with muscle, make sure you think of weight & depth! dont just give them lines where muscles should be, or you get.....Noodlebuster. muscles are heavy & defined.

arms typically stop at hips (when saying arms i am excluding hands). this can be a very hard thing to maintain when having your character do dynamic poses, so the foreshortening video linked above should help with that.

unless its part of your style, legs that look like straight lines are gonna look funky (when looking at a skeleton you see the bones are more curved)

mashima tends to make the back of the head wayy too big, and this really makes his neck problem evident.

i really wish i could make diagrams & drawings of my own to help get the point across better but its late, so if you want me too i can put that on my to-do list!

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