#I’m trying to stop biting my pencil so I moved to my arm

[happyunbday2u]

me randomly to my arm

[nivisdreaming]

Skittish

Eddie didn’t think there was anyone outside of Hellfire in the school who liked D&D, and he’s okay with his little group of hyperactive teens. Then, he finds you, drawing what is undeniably a D&D monster. And he is hooked.

• Eddie Munson x Shy!Reader

• Tags: Fluff, Meet-Cuteish?, Drabble, She/her for reader

• WC: ~700

“Wait. Hold on. That’s not- is that? Are you drawing a beholder?” Eddie stops dead in his tracks, quick to lean over head of the girl he’s speaking to in order to get a better look at the sketchbook.

She flinches backwards, nearly ramming her head back into his chest. “No! Definitely not!” She slams the sketchbook shut and pulls it underneath her chin, wrapping her arms across it tightly and tugging her knees up to her chest to hide the leather-bound book from view as much as possible. “P-please don’t try to take it,” she squeaks.

Eddie is quick to pull back, realizing in his eagerness he has ended up towering over the poor girl. He puts his hands up in a show of surrender. “Woah woah, slow down, I have no intention of taking it! It was just really good, ya know? Could I look?” He lowers his voice to a much softer tone. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I may be a freak, but I’m not a monster sweetheart.”

There’s a gentle whine as she unfurls herself from her defensive stance, but she returns the book to its place on the table and opens it to the previous page. On it is an almost completed pencil sketch of a beholder, with miniature doodles of 20-sided dice, swords, and bows decorating the page border. With only a slight anxious glance at the curly-haired man next to her, she pulled the pencil from behind her ear and began adding to the shading. Internally, she sighs in relief at the excuse to look anywhere besides the sad puppy dog eyes Eddie gave her when he scared her. He’s adorable. That’s so unfair. Why do you get to be adorable and tall? People really should only get to pick one of those. Unfair.

“You drew this?! It looks out straight of the D&D manual, that’s awesome!” Eddie plops down in the seat next to her and sets down his lunch tray in favor of leaning in closer to the book, leaving their faces parallel to each other. “I’ve never seen you at Hellfire before, do you play with a friend group or something?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t actually play. My brother did though, and he left all the books to me when he left for college, so I started reading them after school.” She mutters as she continues to draw. The repetitive movement helps lull her anxiety a bit, and she feels her guard lowering with the release of her scrunched up shoulders. “I’ve seen you with the hellfire crowd, but-“ She sighs. “You know how vampires can’t come inside somewhere unless they’re invited in? I’m kind of like that. Groups are intimidating, and I get skittish.” He shifts impossibly closer to peek over her ever-moving pencil, and a strand of his hair brushes her cheek and sends a chill down her spine.

“You should join us sometime, skitty kitty, we don’t bite,” Eddie snickers. She feels him turning his head so more of his hair teases the side of her face, and she swears he’s so close she can feel his breath now. “You know, you’re blushing pretty hard there. Is it the compliments on your drawings, or is something else up? Hmmm?” Her hand freezes for the first time since she reopened the book.

“I- um…nothing,” She lifts her pencil to her mouth and begins to anxiously tap it against her lip. “Yeah, sure, I’ll join you all,” The tapping continues.

On instinct, Eddie’s hand reaches out and carefully removes the pencil from her hand, taking it in his own. He smirks when she looks up from the sketch to his eyes, shoots her a wink, and kisses the top of the pencil lightly. Her tucks it back behind her ear with a lingering touch. “Fridays, after school, in the drama room. Bring these drawings if you feel comfortable, the kids will love ‘em and I’d love to see more of them.” She gulps and fights the urge to nod with too much eagerness, and he slides out of his seat, gives her a wave, and returns to his usual table to eat his lunch.

To be honest, she isn’t sure she is capable of forming another coherent thought for the entirety of the lunch period.

[dollxmania]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄！❞

no tws, mildly suggestive, gn reader. established ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ relationship with vice dormleaders. do not send me requests, thanks. not proof-read!!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no context, only smooch. single paragraph snippets to get my author’s brain working. please feel free to imagine a scenario before/after the snippet.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. ❞

— TREY CLOVER. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ coming from behind, he wrapped his arms around your waist, he peppered kisses along your neck to your jaw, capturing your lips in a kiss as you tilted your head towards him. biting your bottom lip, you whimpered as he pushed his tongue in, one hand still around your waist, the other trailing up your body and into your hair, ruffling it. pulling away with a small pant, he gave you a cheeky grin. “good morning, baking already?” Trey asked, giving you no time to talk as he leaned in for another kiss.

— RUGGIE BUCCHI. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ tackling you to the ground, his fingers ran down your hips and begun tickling you, a wicked grin on his face. “ready to give in?” he chuckled as he watch your face flushed, panting as it became hard to breathe between the tickles and him beginning to sit on you. “i’ll ask again,” he teased, leaning down, “giving in?” nodding frantically so he’d stop the tickles, Ruggie’s grin only widened as his lips met yours, biting down and claiming his victory.

— JADE LEECH. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “and where do you think you’re going?” he questioned, tugging at your wrist and catching you against his chest, a teasing smiling tugging his lips. “to think my own lover would leave me like this before such a busy shift.” he faked a tear, only to swiftly move his hand from grabbing your’s to intertwined, and the other against your lower back as he pressed his lips against your’s, deepening the kiss. panting, you stare at him with half-lidded eyes, only for Jade to smile and walk away. “i suppose i’ll ready for my shift.”

— JAMIL VIPER. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ his fingers ghosted against your skin as they trailed down your arm, reaching towards the pencil and correcting the answer you wrote down. “like this,” his hot breath whispered into your ear as you try to focus on the equation, rather than how you were sat in his lap with his other arm tightly clutching you. “are you paying attention?” he questioned, glimpsing at you before chuckling, catching you off guard in a kiss. accepting his kiss, Jamil deepened it, refusing to part until you were left breathless, a string of saliva connecting you both. “if you want another, then get the next one right.”

— ROOK HUNT. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ kissing your knee, he looked into your eyes, reaching to move the stray hair out of your face. “mon cherie,” he smiled, inching closer to you. “i’ll kiss all your bruises away, and make you feel better.” moving his fingers through your hair to tracing your bottom lip, he gave you a chaste kiss before deepening it, trapping you against the tree before you knew it, “so much better.” he muttered before Rook begun showering you with kisses where your bruises weren’t.

— LILIA VANROUGE. ꒱·˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “i’m cute you say?” he questioned, a mischievous smile forming on his features. with almost no effort, he pushed you against the desk, trapping you as his eyes gazed over at your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, he flashed another quick smile you’d just called cute before gently nibbling on your bottom lip. opening your mouth, his tongue explored each and every crevice as you were unable to fight back for control. “do you still think i’m just cute?” Lilia questioned as he watched you pant, wiping away the saliva from his mouth, smiling cheekily.

©dollXMANIA ꒱·˚ - the editing took me well over two hours, maybe one but main point managed to power through via maririn’s stream<33. look at the character’s eyes as colors cause no otherwise that makes no sense.

[larcenywrites]

hcs for trying to distract boyfriend young!tony while does his homework? but! there's a catch! he only gets more kisses and whatnot if he finishes his work! but it takes him like twice as long now because how the hell is he supposed to focus on math when you're kissing and biting and licking and sucking on his neck and your hands are drifting all over his body aaand you're sat right on his lap!!!!!!!!!! and any minor progress he makes is reason enough for him to get a nice slow kiss that leaves him all dazed

Cute cute cute!! This turned into a little drabble! I wanted to write for this, but I’m still in my weird slump, so I hope it’s okay :(

Teasingly, you moved your hand to his thigh, hearing the pencil’s scribbling slow down and pause for only a few seconds before he regained his composure. Your hair tickled his neck when you rested on his shoulder, watching him work. You let him get through a few problems, trying not to laugh when he momentarily struggled to write after each flex of your grip. As much as you wanted him to finish his homework, a new idea came to mind.

With another answer boxed, you figured it was time for another kiss, the only reward he was (finally) working for. Pushing down on his thigh a little, you turned into his neck, giving the column of his throat an opened-mouth kiss. He gulped under your tongue, apparently making a mistake in the process as you heard the rubberish scratching of an eraser on paper. Smirking widely against his skin, you continued along his neck, scraping your teeth over the soft spot of his pulse before gently biting down and pulling away. He lifted his head as if inviting you back with the promise of more room, and was still diligently scribbling away. He tensed up when your hand slid into his inner thigh, and his sharp inhale was audible when your playing nips finally sucked his warm skin between your teeth. Your other hand played with the bottom of his shirt as you went, flattening your tongue against the red mark you made before quickly making another one.

Your focus was broken when his head rested against yours, pulling back when you realized the soft scratching of his pencil had stopped. You stopped his approach with a thumb on his lips, smiling cheekily at the upset in his eyes. “Didn’t you say you were going to finish your homework?”

He sighed heavily, not wasting any time on arguing and turned back to the textbook in front of him. You tightened your grip and drifted your touch with each string of math that he completed, withholding your kisses and merely drifting your lips over his cheek.

But he was still working a little too well.

As soon as he reached the halfway point of his list, you practically shoved your face in his, giving him no time to pull away from your sudden kiss. You pressed your lips to his, hardly being met with hesitation. He kissed back eagerly, licking over your bottom lip to only be denied entry. You turned your head to deepen the kiss, parting your lips and darting your tongue after his. That arm that had been in your way this whole time moved to your waist, circling around your back as if to pull you closer, but once again you pulled away. “You know, the quicker you finish-“

“If you’ll let me finish,” he impatiently grumbled at your continued teasing, a good enough reaction to what you were looking for. Up to no good, you bit your lip and slid onto his lap, straddling him. “I will if you hurry up,” you purred against his cheek, digging your hips into his and palming over his chest. You were sure his disgruntled sigh was just an impatient moan when you settled in his neck again.

The hand on your back left, attempting to pick up where he left off. You snaked your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs twitch at your touch, and feeling him jolt when you scratched your nails into his skin. You smiled into your next kiss when his body shook against yours with the effort of erasing yet another mistake you caused him to make. He huffed, swiping the rubber debris from his book while you nipped at his jaw.

“You know, it’s a little hard to work like this,” he griped, fidgeting around like he could throw you off. It only made you fidget with him, rolling your hips against his and dragging your hands further up to his chest. A whiny rumble left his throat.

“Do you want me to stop?” You pouted into his neck before pulling back, sitting up straight. He didn’t even side-eye you, hyper-focused on the textbook over your shoulder. Waiting for any reply or even the scratch of a pencil, your palms continued to drift over his chest, making him shiver and attempt to twitch away when you brushed over his nipples. There still wasn’t any more progress being made on the sheets behind you. With a loud sigh, Tony rested into your shoulder, melting against you in defeat.

“No,” he matched your earlier pout before managing to quickly scribble down another answer, even when your nails dug back into his skin. He finally pulled away from you when the penciling stopped, patiently waiting for your next move now that he’d finally made a little more progress again. He glanced at you when your hands left his skin, giving you puppy eyes when they instead cupped his cheek and caressed his neck. He smiled into your pressing kiss, both hands coming to rest on your waist. You quickly snatched the pencil from his fingers, pulling away from him far too soon for his liking and smooshing the pencil against his lips when he tried to chase after you. Those same pouty puppy eyes opened to glare at you.

“I still need you to finish your work first.”

[kentocidal]

she could ride my face (i don’t want nothin’ in return)

sangonomiya kokomi x gn!reader

cws: face sitting, sleepy activities, kokomi gets the love she deserves, use of pet names (baby, babe, honey, etc.) established relationship, post-war

a/n: haha it’s good to be back. reblogs >>> likes. do not recommend my work on t/ikt/ok.

“honey… you need to come to bed. please.” you spoke softly, leaning against the doorway to kokomi’s office, rubbing your eyes.

the scratching of the pencil on parchment finally stopped for the first time in hours, and your pretty general’s face finally lifted from her work.

she blinked at you as if she hadn’t seen you, as if you hadn’t been standing there for five minutes, maybe ten, watching her. the crease between her brows finally smoothed, her tense shoulders falling.

“ah, what time is it?” she murmured, trying to look around towards the windows while you approached her messy desk.

“it’s late, honey. too late. you haven’t been sleeping, you need to rest.” you reached across her desk and cupped her cheek, making her look at you.

she blustered a bit, as if this wasn’t a common occurrence, and kept her gaze averted. “i have work to do.”

“nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“but i have deadlines-“

“we are no longer constricted by time, honey.” you rubbed your thumb over her cheekbone before resting it on her bottom lip to really get her attention. “you’re worked up. the war is over, no one is in danger. you’re allowed to get things to your secretaries late. they work for you, not the other way around.”

“but-“

“kokomi.” you shook your head and offered a smile. “you think too much. you’re overtired. come to bed.”

kokomi clearly thought about it for a moment, eyes boring into your own, before she lifted her hand to rest it over yours where it sat on her cheek. “you’re right.”

“i know.” your smile only grew as she let her shoulders drop, and let herself muzzle into your hand.

“i’m tired, and yet i’m so awake.” she blinked up at you, biting her lip. “i will be up for a while.”

“i can help you, as always.”

and so that is how you ended up on your back, watching your beautiful wife crawl over you, only in her night shirt. she yawned as she sat up and stretched her arms over her head, straddling your middle and letting her shirt drape loosely over her tits. “baby, are you sure you-“

“yes,” was your instant reply, your hands moving to her thighs. you were tired too, honestly, but staying up for her was worth it when you were going to have her pretty pussy in your face.

“and you don’t want-“

“you know it’s fine.” you shook your head and wet your lips, squeezing her pale thighs softly. “please, just- you know.” your face burned. even after all this time, you still got shy, and so did she, if her pink face was any indicator.

you licked your lips as she shifted forward on her knees towards your face, tearing her eyes away from yours to get a safe hold on the headboard the moment she was truly hovering over you.

you tapped your fingers on her thighs, silently begging her to finally lower herself down. she was wet, glistening in the candlelight of your shared room, practically glowing.

you both took a deep breath in as she sunk her weight down, and then you could finally taste her- sickeningly sweet, salty, delicious. you moaned against her pussy, making her suck a sharp breath into her lungs as your nose was pressed to her clit.

you wasted no time, broad strokes of your tongue against her hole, hands moving to grab at the backs of her thighs and her ass to really get her to sit down.

her moans were soft and breathy; she never got particularly loud in bed, but you knew what she liked, and her body always told a story. she was rolling her hips down against your face in no time, grinding her clit along your tongue and your nose and you felt droplets of your spit mixed with her juices drip down your chin and trail along your neck.

your head spun. whether it was from getting drunk on the taste of her, or the lack of air in your lungs, it didn’t particularly matter. you had your girl’s pretty hands in your hair, gripping it harshly as she hunched over you.

you felt her start to clamp down hard on your tongue, her pussy fluttering as you made out with it. she panted heavily, hair hanging in her face, soft cries of your name and “please, please, almost, baby please-“ had you squirming and pressing your thighs together.

she whimpered the minute your lips wrapped around her pretty clit, two of your fingers hooking into her hole, and that was what did her in; she gasped and shook, clenching down hard on your fingers and soaking your hand and the bottom half of your face with her juices. you were quick to start slurping it up, sighing happily at the taste of it. you could never get enough of your wife. never.

she tugged at your hair again to finally let you know to stop, her legs shaking as she lifted herself up and fell unceremoniously to her side next to you, panting and giggling at your expression and wet face.

“you’re so good at that, baby.” she whispered as she put a hand on your chest and leaned to kiss you, dirty lips and all. you kissed her right back, love drunk and exhausted.

“i only do what makes you feel good. you ready to finally sleep?”

“aren’t you going to clean up first?”

“you can help me with that, honey.”

[scoundrels-in-love]

In the morning when I wake, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Vash wakes the last and it gives him a chance to quietly enjoy the view of Meryl working away on an article, dressed in nothing but Nicholas's shirt and the marks they both left on her. M rated for implied adult fun times. Also on AO3.

| Mashwood with some Vashmeryl focus | | They deserve some soft and good times so I wrote them some | Very soft with touch of horny | Pushing fangy Vash purrs agenda | Wedding earrings agenda |

Vash wakes up slowly, awareness dripping in sweetly. There is sunlight pressing on his face even through the curtains but it’s more pleasant than frustrating, a soft scratch of pencil against paper and his toes aren’t hanging off the side of the bed (which isn’t as frequent an occurrence as he would like). 

He remembers it is not the first time he wakes this morning, but in the early hours, he had let the even breaths of Meryl and Wolfwood lull him back into dreamless, warm sleep. As he cracks an eye open, it seems the other two have already started their day. In fact, Nicholas is nowhere to be seen, it’s only Meryl that is sitting down in the middle of the bed.

Before she notices that he’s awake, Vash decides to just take her in - it’s a view he has appreciated a hundred times from different angles and still can’t get enough of. She is wearing nothing but Nicholas’ shirt, buttoned in the same half-way manner he often does, one leg propped up to give base for her notepad and the other half tucked beneath her. He can tell she’s in the zone from the way she doesn’t stop even when she hits a hitch, but scribbles a bracket (a little annoyed, but not enough to pierce the paper today) instead and hurries on to pursue the thought. 

He loves seeing Meryl like this, at ease and in her element, all the while wrapped up in him and Nico - figuratively and sometimes also literally. The thought makes him smile, recall yesterday and slide his gaze up her leg. It’d take little to shift, press a kiss to her knee and then higher, higher still where she would welcome him with a sighed moan and hand carding through his hair. When Nicholas would return with their coffee and food that he’s surely out to fetch, he could join them. 

But then the coffee would get cold and Meryl would get thoroughly distracted from her writing and he can behave better than that. Or at least try to. Vash sits up and moves behind Meryl, pressing a languid kiss to the hickey Wolfwood left on the side of her throat last night (there must be at least a few red marks on her breast and inner thigh where he himself got overzealous, but he will soothe those later). Meryl turns her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before returning to her writing, though she melts back into him and Vash wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her even more firmly against his chest. 

He reads over her shoulder for a moment, but then gets distracted by her ear and nuzzles into it, enjoying the texture of her warm skin and Nico’s bronze ear cuff. When Meryl doesn’t react, he gets bold and bites the lobe just so, careful not to draw blood with his sharp canine. 

“Vash!” she exclaims with no real fire (the angry one, anyway) behind it and swats at his arm. “I’m trying to work here.”

“And I’m trying not to eat you up whole.” The line makes her snort and roll her eyes (though he can’t see it, but he knows she must have), just like he had wanted.

“Nico should be back any minute now, I think they might even have donuts here.” She pats the side of his face gently over her shoulder.

He is tempted to say they could get started ahead on a different kind of dessert, but decides to settle down and just hold her to him. A sense of contentment blooms in his chest, fruits into happiness that he cannot contain and he lets it overflow into a soft vibration. 

Meryl taps her pencil against the notepad a few times and then sets both aside, shifting so she can look up at him easily.  Her smile is warm and soft, it fills him up even more and his purring, as they've taken to calling it, grows in volume.

Still, he is curious. Always curious about what goes on in her and Nicholas' minds. Their little and big joys, the pains they're determined to conceal and just the way they see the world. So he tilts his head to the side and asks: "What?"

"I just like seeing you happy."

"And you got stuck in writing." He glances at the notes, how she's started writing the same sentence thrice before striking each attempt through. Vash knows it is likely his fault, at least in part, but can't find it in him to feel guilty

"And I got stuck. But mostly the first thing." Meryl shrugs a little, her smile unwavering.

It strikes him then, as it often does these days. She loves me. I am loved.

It is an odd thing, to know that he is loved and believe it. Him, with a bounty over his head and cruelty hounding him down even faster than he can run some days, with his body that is more scar tissue with a roadmap of metal than smooth skin, a body that glows under their love and touches. With his idealism and how unused he is to voicing when he feels less than perfect, which both sometimes frustrate his partners, but never enough to not hold onto him. In fact, they do so even tighter on the days things seem to fall apart. He does the same in return.

There are no words to say this, no words in which to put his own love and gratitude into like a precious, ornate container, so Vash does the next best thing - leans down and kisses her. Sweetly, intently and with all his heart. Meryl responds in kind, her hand cupping his face gently. They don't break apart even when the door opens.

"Now that's what I call a ‘welcome back’ view,” Wolfwood says as he steps into the room, closing the door with his foot as his hands are full carrying a loaded tray of food. Vash pulls away from the kiss just enough to tell him a cheery good morning.

“No need to stop on my account,” Nico shoots back, trying to look as if he is not  hurrying to set the food down and sit down on the bed, but failing quite miserably, at least to Vash’s familiar eye. Besides, Nicholas's nonchalant act is already thoroughly undermined by the warmth in his dark eyes, crinkling at the corners. (He often looks at them like they're the only thing that matters, only thing that makes sense in the world and Vash never gets tired of pouring the same adoration back into him.)

Meryl and Vash exchange a look, grins spreading, before they simultaneously tackle him onto the mattress and give him a proper welcome back, all playful touches and light kisses peppered over his face at first, but soon their hands slip beneath the jacket he's shrugged on for half-assed decency and lips start to linger, explore what little noises they can draw out of him.

Needless to say, the coffee is cold a long time before they get to it. None of them really mind.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Before I Go

Chapter One

AO3 Link

Chapter Two:

Remus tells Janus what he did the next morning while Janus is making them breakfast.  Janus does not seem happy about it.

“Roman,” he says flatly.  “Your brother.  The one who stood by while your parents kicked you out of house and home.  That Roman.”

“Yes, Janus, that Roman,” Remus says, sketching another line on the drawing he’s doing of Janus’ very attractive ass.  “He’ll be here later this week.”

“And I don’t get a say in this?” Janus asks, turning around and putting his hands on hips.

“Nope, I’m dying.”

“You can’t use that as an excuse every time!”

Remus raises an eyebrow.  “‘I’m dying so let me try and fix things with my brother one last time’ isn’t an understandable want?”

Janus growls something under his breath, but turns and starts moving the scrambled eggs around the pan again.

Remus casts his eyes downwards again and picks up the pencil, but Janus turns back around before he can really get proper inspiration.

“I don’t want him to ruin everything,” Janus says through gritted teeth.  “You have half a year left at the most, I want it to be good.”

Remus gives Janus a soft smile, then stands and walks around the kitchen island and wraps his arms around him.  “It will be,” he murmurs.  “You’ll be in it.”

Janus sighs in exasperation, though it’s clearly wet and shaky.  “Dammit Remus, that’s not fair,” he says weakly.  “You know I can’t deny you anything when you get all sappy on me.”

Remus turns and kisses Janus on the ear.  “All the more reason for me not to stop,” he purrs.

“Let go of me,” Janus says.  “The eggs are going to burn.”

“An acceptable casualty,” Remus says, letting his hands wander lower, purely so he can get some more inspiration for his drawing, of course.

“Mm, Remus, seriously,” Janus says, though he certainly sounds very averse to Remus letting him go.

Unfortunately, a second later the sound of sizzling on the stove starts to get louder, and Janus actually pries himself from Remus’ arms and turns to move the eggs around again.

Remus pouts, moving to lean over on the counter next to him.  “Meanie.”

“This meanie doesn’t want you to starve,” Janus says, giving him a look.  “Go sit down, the eggs are almost done.”

Remus blows a raspberry that turns into a couple coughs, but he just waves off Janus’ concerned look and moves to sit back at his seat, picking up his pencil and starting to draw again.  He’s just finished with the last of the sketch when Janus sets a plate of scrambled eggs down in front of him.

“You really want to do this,” Janus asks quietly, sitting down opposite Remus with his own plate.  “Even if it blows up in your face?”

“Especially then!” Remus says with a bright smile.  “What better way than to go out with a bang?”

Janus reaches over and puts his hand on top of Remus,’ then shifts their hands around until they’re clasped together.  He gets that sad look in his eyes when he’s thinking about something he doesn’t want to say, then lifts Remus’ hands to his lips and presses a kiss to it.  “Okay,” he murmurs.  “Then I’m here, Remus.”  He looks up, a sudden dangerous look in his eyes.  “But the second he tries something—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus says, lifting Janus’ hand to kiss it back.  “You can stick your teeth in ‘im.”

“I’ll do more than that,” Janus says lowly.

“I hear you,” Remus says, giving him a fond smile.  He lowers their clasped hands onto the table and takes a bite of egg with his other, and the two of them lapse into silence as they start to eat.

…

It’s a couple days later when Roman arrives.  Janus has positioned himself in between Remus and the doorway for most of the day, and Remus has pretended not to notice.  Just after lunch, Remus is hanging his picture of Janus’ ass, which he has colored and shaded and framed.  It’s going to hang above the coffee table for as long as Janus wants, after.

Remus finishes hanging it, climbs down from the coffee table and steps back slightly, looks at it and tries to be satisfied.  He isn’t.

Janus steps closer and smiles up at the drawing anyway.  “It’s very you,” he says, sounding slightly exasperated.

Remus huffs, crossing his arms.

“What?” Janus asks, turning to look at him.

“It’s… hmm,” Remus says, moving to sit back on the couch.

“Remus, I like it,” Janus says, moving to sit next to him, still in between Remus and the door.  “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Remus grumbles, crossing his arms.  “It’s… it’s fine.  It’s just not right.  I’ll just have to make another one until I get it right.”

“Remus,” Janus says, giving him a look.  “That’s like the fifth time you’ve said that.”

“I haven’t gotten it right yet,” Remus says.  “I’ll say it until I get it right.”

“And when exactly will that be?” Janus asks, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know,” Remus says, rolling his eyes.  “I’ll know when it happens.”

“Remus—”

A knock on the door interrupts them both, and they turn, going quiet.  They don’t get a ton of visitors since Virgil stopped coming, and this is the day Roman is supposed to arrive.

Sure enough, a second later he calls out, “Remus?  Are you there?”

Janus stands before Remus can make a move, and walks across the living room to the door.  He pulls it open, and Roman blinks, startled.

“Uh, hi,” Roman says.  “Do I have the wrong apartment?  I’m looking for—”

“Yo!” Remus calls, and Roman’s gaze shifts from Janus across the room to Remus, who is now laying over the back of the couch in an attempt to appear as casual as possible.

Roman’s gaze falls slightly in relief, before scrunching up again in confusion.  “But then who—” he starts, turning back to Janus.

Remus snickers, practically feeling Janus’ annoyance and exasperation.  “For fucks sake,” Janus mutters, turning to stalk back across the living room.

“We’re really close roommates,” Remus calls with a grin over at Roman, right as Janus sits down on the couch and slides up to Remus’ side.  He slips under Remus’ arm and looks pointedly back at Roman.

Roman at least has the decency to look a little sheepish.  “I… thought you would be alone,” he says.  He drags two suitcases in the door and sets them to the side before shutting it after him.

“Ah yes, the poor lonely gay,” Remus says, leaning against Janus.  “It’s so sad.  Isn’t it so sad, Janus?”

Janus gives Remus an unamused look, and Remus beams at him.

Roman doesn’t say anything, but he does look a little bewildered as he comes over to stand in front of the couch.

Remus raises an eyebrow at him.  “Well?  Spit it out.”

“You… sounded very different,” Roman says.  “On the phone.”

“Ah yes, that was 3AM Remus who was exhausted and had just finished hacking his guts up,” Remus says, ignoring Roman’s flinch.  “Just because I still want you here doesn’t mean we’re playing by his rules.”

“You…” Roman says hesitantly.  “Aren’t you scared?”

“I’m fucking terrified,” Remus says plainly.  Janus goes still next to him, and Remus tightens his grip around him.

“Just like I was terrified to come out to our parents,” Remus continues to Roman.  “And just like I was terrified to live on the streets.  And just like I was terrified to ask Janus out.  Being terrified is not a new thing for me.  I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”

Roman doesn’t say anything to that.

“So,” Remus says, sitting up.  “Toss your shit in the guest room.  Tonight we’re going to a drag show.”

Roman goes pale immediately.

Janus chuckles in amusement, leaning more heavily against Remus.  “You know maybe this wasn’t such a terrible idea,” he muses.

“I—” Roman says hesitantly.  “I don’t know how comfortable I am with—”

“He’s dying,” Janus says with a smirk.  “Go put your shit in the guest room.”

Roman swallows, then heads off to grab his suitcases.  As soon as he disappears down the hallway, Remus turns to Janus.

“What happened to not using that as an excuse every time?” he asks.

“I’ve suddenly become more amicable to the idea,” Janus says.

Remus rolls his eyes and leans against Janus’ shoulder.

“Uh, guys?” Roman calls from down the hallway.  “There’s only two bedrooms.  Doesn’t Janus need one?”

Remus doubles over cackling, and he’s too amused to even care when it devolves into coughs.

…

The guest room was small and plain, and Roman hadn’t brought any decorations.

He set his suitcases over by the wall, but all that was in the guest room was a bed and a tiny desk, so it looked like Roman was going to be living out of his suitcases for a couple months.

He promised Clarissa he’d call when he got there, but now that he was there the idea honestly sounded so distasteful that he was seriously debating putting it off until tomorrow.

He could still hear Remus talking with Janus out in the living room.  Janus had apparently just said something amusing, because Roman could hear Remus’ cough-filled-laugher from here.

Janus was definitely not something Roman had expected.  But then, the times he had considered Remus in the past ten years, what had come to mind was Remus struggling to make it by on the streets or making a living in… less socially acceptable ways.  Living in a perfectly normal apartment with a… a boyfriend had never been on the mental table.

But then, neither had dying.

Remus’ phone call hadn’t helped either.  Nothing about how scared and lost he’d sounded had suggested he had a boyfriend to help him.  If he had Janus, why would he want Roman?  It’s not like the two of them were close.  He hadn’t expected to hear from Remus ever again.

Roman sat down on the bed, not liking the way that thought felt all of a sudden.

Maybe this would be good, then.  He was going to stay even if it wasn’t, for Remus’ sake, but maybe it would actually be good for him too.  He might actually get some kind of closure with his brother, which he’d needed for… he didn’t even know how long.

And yet you had to wait until he was dying to try for that closure, hissed a voice in his head.

Roman winced, dropping his head with a sigh.  Maybe, on the other hand, this would just fill him with guilt and make him miserable and Clarissa was right and right and he should have stayed home.

He looked towards his door, still easily able to hear Remus and Janus talking, light and almost carefree, except it couldn’t actually be carefree.

No, Clarissa wasn’t right.

Roman wasn’t sure he’d be ready for everything Remus would want them to do together, but Clarissa still wasn’t right.

And Roman was going to call her tomorrow.

...

Chapter Three

[bibaybe]

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight + delilah — @xoteajays

okay, so this is more kiss during a fight + in the aftermath, but! it finally got me to write how delilah and xavier get together so. hope you like it!

“So, I heard Simmons asked you out. How’d she take it?”

Delilah wrinkles her nose as she doodles lazily in the margins of her English paper. Her dogs are finally starting to look less like bears, so that’s nice. “How’d she take what?”

Xavier tears his gaze away from his notebook, raising an eyebrow pointedly. “Rejection? Did she lash out or take it well?

She keeps her eyes fixed on her paper, leg beginning to bounce. “That would require me actually rejecting her.”

The tip of his pencil breaks as he blinks at her, eyes wide.”Wait, you said yes?”

“Yeah?”

“But - but you barely know her!”

Delilah sighs, leaning back in her seat. “So? Lots of people go out with people they don’t know well.”

He squints at her. “You literally made a PowerPoint presentation for me last year about what being demisexual meant. So why are you bothering going out with someone you don't have an emotional connection with, never mind any type of connection?”

“Because she asked? I don’t know, maybe I’ll start to like her.”

He rolls his eyes. “You won’t. She’s not your type. She’s loud and annoying and watches FRIENDS-”

“Jesus christ, Xav, I’m not going to turn her down just because she watches FRIENDS-”

“I bet her favorite character is Ross.” He quirks his eyebrows pointedly.

Delilah groans, crossing her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him. “Dude, what’s your problem? Am I not allowed to try something new?”

He clears his throat, but he can’t hide the way he starts tapping the table rapidly. “I don’t have a problem.”

“Yeah, you obviously do. Katherine is perfectly nice - she’s like the perfect person to try having a crush on.”

Xavier points his pencil at her. “That! Trying to have a crush - you shouldn’t have to try to have a crush, it should just develop naturally. You shouldn’t just go out with her because you could like her, you should go out with someone you actually like.”

His words hit her like a sucker punch to the chest. Shooting to her feet, she strides over to his easel, desperate to put space between them as she snaps, “Oh, fuck off, Thorpe. We both know I would if I could.”

Xavier swivels in his seat, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sentence. Oh fuck him, enjoying her unrequited crush for him. Asshole. “I think-”

“Nope, you don’t get an input on my love life,” she snaps, cutting her eyes at him. He raises an eyebrow, her annoyance only intensifying at the action. “You don’t get to say shit on how I attempt to get over you, understand? You’re not interested and that’s fine, but when I try to move on you can’t just criticize my choices.” 

He stares at her, biting his lip to keep from smiling. “Oh my god, stop smiling - this isn’t fucking funny! I’m trying to be real with you and you’re not taking it seriously!”

Xavier grins lazily. “No, I’m totally taking it seriously.”

I hate him. I truly hate him. “Oh, it’s so funny, huh, watching me deal with the fact that I like you? Must fluff up that ego of yours, knowing I like you, you selfish, egotistical, piece of shit-”

In a smooth movement, Xavier crosses the room and grabs her shoulders. Before she can snap at him, he yanks her close and-

Oh.

His lips slot against hers, soft but firm. She whimpers against her will, desperately cupping his cheeks as they stumble, the windowsill pressing into her back. Every nerve in her body sparks as his hands slide down her arms, gripping her hands tightly. Her brain races into overdrive, questions shooting by at the speed of light. Then her hands slip into his hair, gripping the loose strands and he makes a sound that sounds almost like keening and her brain short-circuits completely.

He pulls away with a choked gasp, cheeks flushed as a crooked grin breaks across his lips. “We have got to do that again.”

A squeaky sound she’s never made before forces itself out of her mouth. He snickers, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. “If I’d known that kissing you would shut you up, I would have done that forever ago.”

His sarcasm cuts through the fog of her brain as she glares at him. “Shut the fuck up or it’ll never work again.”

He mimes locking his lips before tilting his head, eyes soft as he gazes at her. “Fine. But we still have to do that again.”

Delilah’s heart leaps in her chest at the idea before reality slams into her. Just months ago he’d never even thought of her romantically- this can’t be real. He can’t actually like her, it doesn't make sense. Right? 

“Xavier, if this is just a joke or something, I swear to god I’ll shoot you,” she breathes, heart pounding so loud she can hear it in her ears.

“I’ll just stay far away from the archery center.”

She glares at him, dropping his hands and crossing her arms over her chest. “We both know that won’t stop me.”

Xavier smiles softly, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, her skin blazing at the touch.”Yeah, I know.”

And then they’re kissing again and she melts into him. There’s so many questions she has- when did he start liking her? what made him look at her differently? is this a one-time thing or are they a thing? But as he brushes his thumb against her hip bone, all thought escapes her.

Fuck yeah, they were definitely going to have to do this again.

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Sweet lovin' dom! Izuku x chubby black sub fem! Reader smut part one

🚫MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI THANKS YOU ♡🚫

A/N: this is base on my post this just sweet wholesome soft smut so yeah, hope y'all enjoy this😊 part two

Warings: wholesome smut + body worship + dirty talking + oral (f) + creampie + unprotected sex + losing virginity.

You were sitting on the bench just looking at your sketchbook, your soft melanin hand was holding a pencil sketching out cute little characters from an anime show that you love. A man with shaggy green hair sits next to you not too close but it was a good three inches. He leans over to look at your sketch, you feel his emerald eyes watching your every move making you a bit nervous, you look up at him. "Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you." His hands wave around fast as he points at the small sketch of a rabbit. "I really like your sketches, that one looks really cute." His smile looks so pretty and soft, you couldn't help but feel all warm inside.

And that's how you meet your boyfriend Izuku. The first time felt like everything. The conversations are always so lovely and meaningful.

Midoriya would talk about his life and how he wasn’t able to become a hero like his friends, so he was focusing on a few jobs until he found his passion in boxing. You would join in and watch him teach the little ones self-defense. He would talk to his old friends from time to time.

"Hey babe, who's on the phone?" You poke your head out when you hear your boyfriend's light laughs.

"Haha... It's my childhood friend Kacchan dear." You can hear Katsuki's booming voice echo through his phone. You couldn't help the giggle as you are making homemade food.

You were making mac and cheese. There were a couple pieces of cornbread in a small bowl nearby. You're humming softly, dancing and swaying your hips to a random song that's stuck in your head.

You made a soft gasp when you felt his rough hands wrap around your pudgy waist.

You turned towards him as he kissed your soft wide nose, he put his forehead towards yours. “You look so gorgeous, princess."

Your smile always makes him melt heavenly; he could look at it all day.

"I'm making us some food." He gently held your hands, his thumbs rubbing it affectionately. "This looks good! Is that soul food?" You hum bubbly. "Yup! Is this the first time you're having some?" You could see your boyfriend's mouth drooling, nodding his head fast making you giggle.

After the meal was made, both you and Izuku had your usual conversations. He was talking about his chat on the phone with Katsuki and how his day was going great.

You watch him take a bite of the roasted chicken and couldn't hold the giggle back when he melts into the chair. "How was it, baby?" He made a sweet groan when he took another bite. "Y/n... I’m in heaven." You burst out laughing a bit.

You couldn't help but bite your lips and seductively said. "Ooh you should try to eat my pussy; bet you're gone be knocked out heavenly." His green eyes widened as he started to stutter with his words messily, you start to wheeze hard.

"Alright... I want to try it." He smirked at you while you're wiping your tears while his whole face is flustered. "Right now?" He nodded his head, you and him quickly finished the meal and started speed walking to your shared bedroom.

Both of your clothes were falling off with each step until you're both naked. Izuku laying on his back, you look a bit nervous since you never had sex or being eating out. Your fingertips were playing with your curls. "Baby... I don't want to crush ya what if you-." Your eyes meet with his fiery lustful eyes. "I will still love you babydoll." His deeply purred making you wet, you carefully straddled on top of him. Your rich brown thighs were on either side of his head, you looked down at him. "Ready babydoll? I won't stop until you scream out my name."

Now you're the one getting flustered. “Yeah, I'm ready.” His lean arms wrap around your pump thighs to pull you down, he starts off slow licking, sucking your hooded clit then doing little circular motion.

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[skyebounded]

Give Me 30 More Minutes

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

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premise: Rafe isn’t giving you the attention that you want, so you take things into your own hands.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut(fingering, unprotected sex, masturbation), Unedited work. 

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This might be good, it might not be lol. This was me thinking about Rafe and I figured I would write about it, so here you go. Tell me what you think, also it is unedited so there’s that too. 

You were on a mission, a mission to find some type of relief. He told you he would hangout with you as soon as he was done with his work, but you weren’t having it. 

You waltz into his room to see him sitting at his desk. Pencil in hand, drumming it against the wood, while he reads some paperwork. You take a moment to admire how handsome he looks sitting there, completely unaware that you were watching him. Loose strands of his hair rests in his face, his brow creased as he studies intently. 

You slowly approach him and he looks up at you, a smile forming on his face. 

       “Hey, angel,” he says. 

He leans back in his chair, facing you, and you take it as an opportunity to straddle his lap. His hand instantly finds your ass giving it a gentle squeeze. 

       “When are you going to be done?” You whine. 

He puts the pencil down, his hand now on the back of your neck, as he pulls you in for a quick kiss. 

       “Maybe an hour, why what’s up?” 

He drops his hand to rest on the other side of your bum. You stick out your bottom lip in response. That’s what he had said an hour ago. 

       “Well, I um..” you bite on your lip as you try to think of a way to tell him that you are horny and just want his attention, without sounding too needy, but you come up with nothing. 

       “Rafe, I’m horny,” you sigh. 

You give him your best pleading eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers fiddling with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. 

His tongue grazes his bottom lip before letting out a little chuckle. His eyes roam your body quickly, before they meet your eyes once more. 

      “I’ll tell you what, give me thirty more minutes, and then you can have all the attention you want,” he pauses, the grin growing on his face. “And I swear I will make you feel good as soon as I’m done, deal?” 

You give him a heavy sigh, and nod in agreement. He chuckles again, giving you a soft kiss, before he pats your bum. You climb off of him and sit down on his bed, resting against the headboard. 

You definitely weren’t going to wait another thirty minutes, even if that meant you had to do something about it yourself. You knew that he hated when you pleased yourself, so what better way to get him to stop what he’s doing. 

You unbutton your shorts, and slide your hand down your underwear, your pussy already wet, and begging to be touched. 

You waste no time dragging your fingers through your folds until you reach your aching clit. You press down on it, letting out a soft whimper at the slightest bit of contact. You watch him closely, still fully invested in what he is doing. 

You gently massage your clit with small circular motions, getting yourself into a rhythm. You move them slowly at first, bringing your hips to meet your movements as you start to pick up your pace, picturing him the entire time. You start to reminisce on the way he does it to you. 

Your moans pick up and your legs start to shake ever so slightly. 

Rafe looks up, and you can see the realization of what you’re doing on his face without even having to look at you. You laugh to yourself when you see his jaw tense up, as he slowly turns to watch you. 

       “What are you doing,” he says. 

His tone was more annoyed than anything, and that’s what you wanted. You ignore him knowing what’s about to happen. You let out another moan, and he stands up and slowly approaches the bed. 

     “Don’t fucking ignore me, y/n,” he demands. 

You have to bite back your smiles as he grabs your ankles and pulls you further down the bed, and closer to him. 

      “What.are.you.doing?” He asks again. 

You close your eyes, not letting up, as you continue to focus on your rhythm. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand out from between your legs, before grabbing the top of your shorts,  pulling them down. He lands a slap on your clothed pussy. 

Your eyes widen at the sting. He leans over you, a stern look on his face. 

       “Answer me.” 

Your breathing grows heavier, and you can feel the slick growing between your legs at the dominance you can see in his eyes. 

      “Pleasuring myself,” you mumble. 

His eyes trace over the entirety of you, meeting your eyes once more. His hand moves up the length of your inner thigh, his fingers grazing the fabric of your panties. You let out a whimper when he grabs the hem of them, pulling them down your legs. 

     “You know better than that. You’re always so fucking needy, you just can’t ever listen can you? Can’t ever just be patient.” 

You shake your head, watching as his gaze grows darker. You let out a gasp as he pulls your legs apart further, sinking a thick finger into your soaking entrance. 

      “Isn’t that right, angel?” 

    “Yes, Rafe,” you whimper as he slowly moves his finger inside you briefly before he sinks another finger in and quickens the pace, not bothering to let you adjust. 

    “Fuck,” you let out a breathy moan as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. You grab his shoulder, letting your eyes fall shut when his thumb presses against your clit, massaging it in slow circles. You feel a tight coiling sensation build in your abdomen, your walls clenching around his fingers in desperation. 

      “So eager,” he hums. 

      “Don’t..stop..” you stutter, feeling your orgasm build inside you. Rafe pulls his fingers out of you, and stands up, staring down at you with a grin on his face. 

      “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to beg for it.” He smirks. 

It was his way of getting back at you. You sit up on your knees and stare at him, your best puppy dog eyes on display. 

      “Please, Rafe. I need you to touch me. Please fuck me, I want you so bad,” you whine. 

His wicked grin grows, his tongue tracing his bottom lip. 

       “Well then be a good girl, and spread your legs.” 

You do as you're told, moving your knees further apart. Rafe snakes his arm around your waist, holding you as he shoves two fingers back inside you. You shriek at the sudden action of his fingers, pumping in and out of you in a sweet rhythm. 

        “So fucking pretty with my fingers inside you.” He purrs. 

Your head falls back as he continually hits that spot inside you, pulling subtle moans from your lips. Rafe’s lips find the soft skin on your neck, and work welts into it. He brings his thumb to work your clit, and it is only a matter of minutes until your climax hits you. 

Waves of euphoria wash over you, and strings of moans, whimpers, and calling out his name fills the air. 

       “There’s a good girl.” 

Your eyes clench shut, while the thrusting of Rafe’s fingers slows, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your legs shutter, the stimulation soon becomes too much. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, cleaning them off, before pressing a kiss to your lips. A soft moan leaves your lips as you taste remnants of yourself on his tongue. 

       “Rafe, fuck me,” you say. 

All he gives you is a grin in response. You pull off your shirt, and his eyes take in the site of your bare chest. You can’t help but smile, helping him out of his shirt. He quickly moves to his pants, working the button and pulling them down along with his boxers. As he steps out of them you lay back, fully exposed to him watching as his eyes drink in all of you. 

      “God, you’re gorgeous,” he remarks. 

    “You’re not so bad yourself, Cameron.” 

He chuckles. He begins to kiss up the length of your body until his lips capture yours in a hard kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You use your weight and flip him so he’s on his back while you straddle him. Shock sets on his face momentarily but is quickly replaced with a grin. 

You grab his cock, slowly pumping, watching his brows furrow. 

“Fuck.” You line up his cock to your soaked entrance, slowly sinking down onto it. 

        “Fuck, you’re always so damn tight,” he groans, his hands finding your hips as he aids you onto him. You give yourself a moment to adjust to him, letting out a moan as you begin to bounce on his cock. 

You drag your nails across his chest, his hands gripping tightly at your hips, as he pulls your down harder against him. 

       “Fuck, Rafe,” you moan as you feel your pleasure building inside you once more. You bring your fingers to vigorously massage your clit, and Rafe curses at the sight. Your breasts bouncing in front of him, driving him crazy. 

Your walls begin to tighten around him and he knows that you’re close, he brings his hips to thrust into you harder. 

      “I know you’re gonna cum, do it, cum for me, angel.” 

You need little encouragement after that, one more hard thrust from him and you’re done. Your orgasm hits you causing you to nearly scream as blinding pleasure overcomes you. Rafe brings you down on him a few times more before you feel his cum spilling into you, soothing your walls. He lets out a moan as you slowly bounce a little more, allowing for both of you to ride out your highs. 

You fall forward onto him, and he clutches you. You both try to steady your breathing, Rafe’s fingers combing through your hair. 

       “You can go back to your work now,” you smile up at him with a wink.

[witch-hazels-musings]

I'm curious of how characters would use their visions in the bedroom 👀 Like, Kaeya would totally do temperature control stuff.

Could I request headcannons or narratives for how Diluc and Albedo would use their visions for your pleasure? (or for theirs 😳)

Note: I believe vision can only be used when they are in the possession of the person they were gifted to ( primary reason: Diluc giving his away - if anyone could have used it he would have given it to his father, and if he didn’t really need it to use his vision, he wouldn’t have taken it back ) 

Warning -> slightly funny? 18+ OMG PLEASE RESPECT THE 18+! NS_FW!!!! ( foreign penetration, voyeurism (Alb), burning clothes, no injury, held against wall (D), orgasm denial, foreplay, hydro bondage, hydro foreplay, voyeurism (C)) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

( okay … so this one is gonna be the strangest one I’ve ever done?, and I’m apologizing right now for it --- i’m literally so embarrassed, ima hide under my desk DONT JUDGE ME T.T )

Includes: Albedo (i’m sorry), Childe, Diluc 

Albedo

A vision in the hands of Albedo is a tool for many uses - he sees it less as proof of his power and more of a means to an end  - it’s an extension of what he has available and he’s learned to adapt it to any possible scenario 

Now he’s learned there are ways he can use it to satiate you while he continues to do his work - and, if he’s feeling especially devious, inquisitive to the point of combustion, he may just watch 

“Alb--bedo …” You adjusted, legs pressed together so intensely that you thought you might break your kneecaps. Shaking hands gripped onto the closest thing they could while you did your best to stay seated just where he placed you. 

“Try not to move too much, it will alter the drawing.” He sat with his leg resting over his thigh, the large sketchpad he had propped up there was bouncing vigorously as his hand ran across the paper. The pencil, when you could see it through your blurry vision, was dancing across the parchment in unbelievable speed as if to capture what was before it. 

The vibrations that shook your body seemed to fluctuate from intense stimulation to slow, steady pulsations. Every dip in frequency allowed you room to breathe, your hands moved to your face, teeth bit onto your fingers as your hips rocked against nothing as they sorrowfully tried to help you get off. 

“Be-do, please …” You whined, eyes glossing over as you looked at him. Did he laugh, did he smile at you, how heartless could he get. Under your rippling vision, you saw how it glowed brighter and richer in color, and yet, as if you didn’t comprehend its meaning, your hands flew down to grab onto the chair while the resonating stimulation grew between your legs. “Ah!” You slid further into the chair, your head resting on the back of the chair as your fingers gripped and pushed against the edge of the seat. Arching your back, lifting your legs up onto your toes you couldn’t help the moans and pants that fell from your mouth at an unreasonable pace. 

“Hold that pose.” Albedo’s voice was calm even if the speed at which he turned the page wasn’t and, as you gazed at him you couldn’t help but lose your mind at the way he observed you. The intensity of it was so powerful that even though you knew he wasn’t inside of you, it felt like he was. 

You crashed like a runaway cart into your orgasm, it shook you to your core, and even though you were screaming moments ago all that came out now was a high-pitched whimper. Deep breaths were all that you could take as you clenched around the object Albedo had placed inside of you, it was so hot that you started to pull at your shirt, and soon your hands found their way to the spasming place between your legs. 

Albedo’s voice suddenly sounded much closer to you, his lips pressing to your forehead while his hand rested on the one you had near the object. “You did excellently, but I’d like to see more of you if I could, will you assist me again?” 

In your dizzy haze, you glanced at his bright eyes and with a gaping, air-sucking mouth, you gave your reply. 

 Childe

There was no need to keep his skills at manipulating hydro out of everything that he did, why would he when he was so beyond capable at making it do exactly what he wanted. Whether that be from creating blades out of it, spears in its likeness, or even shackles to hold people down - he was learning just how versatile water could be 

How could he not give everything he’s ever wanted to try to his partner who had shown him on multiple occasions a level of trust he knew he didn’t deserve, and a willingness to let him do what he wanted -- you always gave him permission, and you were doing it even now 

Your back arched as his hands slid under your pants. The way he touched you so perfectly made your vision go dark before lighting up under the stars. As soon as he put pressure right where you needed it, fingers bending and flexing to let you know how much control he had over you, the sound of pleasure and excitement that slipped from your mouth gave him access to the tongue inside of it. 

He played with you, toyed with the tightness in your stomach. Every time you were about to break under his stimulation he pulled away just to watch how much you’d whine. 

“Childe, please …” You shifted under him as he slowly, painstakingly began to remove your clothes. Each layer, every article which fell to the floor next to the bed felt like an eternity in your sinful sentence. The way his hands ran down your legs as he slipped off your pants, the sensation of his gloved fingers trailing down the center of your chest as he watched the way you squirmed and grabbed at his arm - he was enjoying it all and he had barely done anything to you yet. 

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, remember,” He pressed his lips to your neck, your collarbone, and in the center of your chest before continuing, “If you want to stop, tell me immediately.” You nodded your head and he sealed your promise with a passionate kiss. 

In no time, he had you exactly in the state he wanted you, his eyes observing the beauty and perfection that lay before him and as your own gazed longingly, eagerly back at him, you noticed how his vision began to hum. It pulsed like a glowing heart and in your curiosity, you reached your hand for it only to find it was impossible. 

Tilting your head, you noticed there was a stream of water around your wrists. Funny, you couldn’t tell that your skin was wet at all. That’s when a new sensation began to work its way up to your legs and when you looked down to investigate, you noticed a swirling blue like rope beginning to creep its way further up your body. 

“What’s …” The smile that stretched his lips and seeped into his dangerous eyes made it so hard for you to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach rippled with excitement, and the build-up in your body began to increase so much you were sure he was going to make you orgasm just from his stare alone. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready for wh-AH!” The flowing water reached your ache. The wetness of it made your body nearly seize as he worked its way into you. The moans and cries that left your burning throat were so loud you were sure someone was going to hear you. Desperately, you wanted to cover your mouth but your wrists were still locked above your head so instead, you tried to bite your lip but that only sealed in so much noise. 

“My, how adorable you look like this.” Childe hummed, his hand moving to stroke your chest as he leaned down to pepper kisses against your throat. “Let’s push a little further, what do you say?” 

The girth of the water increased and no amount of self-control was capable of holding back the scream released from your body. Your feet struggled against the mattress, futile attempts to assist you in raising your body off of the mattress came with frustrated huffs and whines in your throat. You called out his name and soon you heard the sound of rattling metal. 

“Damn, I made myself jealous.” Suddenly, all the water around your body ran down your skin and before you could understand what was happening, Childe positioned himself above you and worked at finishing what his hydro vision started. 

Diluc

He usually has so much more control - he had to learn in order to survive, but there were times, there were moments when all he knew was instinct and all he could do was feel 

With you, these moments came up more frequently than he would have ever anticipated - there is no switch to turn himself off when he gets lost in your body. You learned to never get him so worked up while his vision still rested at his hip (things were bound to burn) 

He backed you into a wall, his fever to have you was apparent by the intense way his hands ran over your body, tugged at your clothes, manipulated your hands with his. He was almost like another person, a delusion of himself. There was no way you could have known riling him up would lead to this and while it was incredible, the ferocity of him, the unreserved nature that he was capable of showing, it was also incredibly hot. 

“Diluc wait -” You tried to reach for his vision but his hands plastered yours to the wall. His lips claimed any part of your skin that they could and the pressure of his body against you, the feeling of his growing and dangerous erection crushing against your stomach made every rational thought in your brain fall to the floor he hardly let you touch. 

His strength always shocked you. For someone so thin it was often hard to remember that he was capable of it - even though you watched him fling his claymore around like it was nothing, even though on countless occasions he lifted you like you were a freshly sprouted plant; how deceiving his true abilities were to you and everyone else.

Your clothes began to cling to your body. The sweat dripping down your back, in between your legs, your neck all made you wildly informed his vision was active. You didn’t even need to see how it burned like a beating ember to know he was calling on its ability. He let go of your hands and began to work himself out of his jacket, undo his vest, and any other article of clothing he could all the while his mouth kept yours occupied. 

The heat from his tongue was near scalding, how was he able to let this fire seep through every single part of his being - was he not experiencing it too? When his chest was exposed, your hands ran over his rippled torso and the question you just asked yourself was answered as you felt how slick he was becoming. 

You pulled him closer, the resulting action making his body come into immediate contact with yours and the feeling of his cock digging into the soft and sensitive area between your legs made you burst in exclamation. Your head landed on the wall, hands slid around the hem of his pants and gripped so tightly onto them his hips pushed further into you. 

“It’s hot, it’s so hot.” You panted, gazing at him and hoping that your words made sense. Your body was hot, everything was hot, but while you wanted him to alleviate the heat, you hoped he’d remove one primary cause of it.  

Pinning your hands above your head, he quickly began to work on your pants. He wasted no time undoing the buckles and buttons that kept you clothed and as he helped you remove them there was a distinct smell filling the air. When you looked down, the fabric was starting to burn even with you still in it. 

“Diluc! Hold-ah!” Struggling against him, you began to shake your lower body and in his complete daze, he slowly came back to realization. In an instant, he let go of you and grabbed the nearest item to him to put out the flames. He was on his knees, his black shirt tightly wrapped around your chard pants afraid that if he didn’t keep it there the flames would get worse. 

“Y/N … I cannot apologize enou-” Your laughter cut him off, the expression he shot up to you was one of mass confusion as he searched for understanding. 

“If I had known you were going to burn my clothes, I would have teased you without them.” He shook his head and tried to apologize again, his eyes dropping to your legs, assessing them for any damage. “I’m fine, you didn’t burn me.” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against your stomach as he held onto you tightly. Chuckling, you rested your hand on his hair and began to caress him, the soft movements reassuring him until he composed himself again and lifted back to his full height. Looking at his face, you could tell he was nervous, so you lifted onto your toes to give him a kiss of redemption. 

“Next time, let’s leave this,” you reached for his vision and easily removed it from his pants, “out of the action. What do you say, hot-stuff?” His eyes narrowed at your nickname but agreed to your suggestion anyway. 

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( no one is tagged because I am too embarrassed to do that! ) 

[omegas-playhouse]

CW: Daddy kink, age gap, squirting, cock warming, brat calling, AFAB. MINORS DNI You sighed laying your head down in your book. You’d been studying all week for your final college exams. You couldn’t wait for the term to be done so you could just not stress about classes and tests for a little while. You slowly got out of your chair, groaning as you stretched and your bones popped. You slowly trudged out of the room and to your boyfriend's office to bother him for a little bit. You poked your head in the door, smiling when you saw he was at his desk seemingly working on plans and regime for his volleyball team. You quietly slipped into the room sneaking over to him before jumping on him. He jumped, the cigarette in his mouth nearly falling. He frowned, narrowing his eyes at you as you giggled, pleased with yourself for scaring him.

“I thought you were studying brat..~” You pouted. “I’m taking a break..””So you came to bother me?” He asked, putting out the cigarette. “I just came to spend some time with my loving boyfriend.” You said wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek. He hummed before he went back to the papers on his desk, making you sigh deeply. You stood there a moment before forcing your way into his lap. He sighed letting you climb into his lap and lay your head against his chest before he went back to looking at paperwork. You sat there content for a few moments, listening to his breathing and heartbeat and the scrap of his pencil against the paper he was writing on. Once you’d gotten tired of that you started shifting a bit in his lap. You peeked up at him a bit watching as he clenched his jaw. “Hold still..” He said placing a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. You didn’t respond, deciding to bury your face in the crook of his neck before kissing and nipping at the skin. He hummed. “As much as I’d love to play with you. I’ve got work to do and you frankly have some studying you should be doing.” You whined. “Miss you..” You mumbled softly, rolling your hips a bit, making him groan. You smiled against his neck feeling him get hard as you continued grinding against him. He frowned, stopping you. “Baby..I really need to get this done..” You pouted a bit. “Please…” You whined. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Just put it inside...I’ll hold still..”You whispered softly to him. He knew that you wouldn’t keep your word on that, but he could hardly resist you. He sighed as he raised you slightly, pulling out his cock. He pumped himself a few times before moving your panties to the side. He lined himself against your entrance before slowly sinking you down on him, making you whine softly. “If you can hold still while I finish this...I’ll reward you.” You nodded shifting a bit on his lap, getting comfortable as he went back to writing. You bit your lip, feeling him twitch and throb inside you. Ukai smirked when he felt you shiver and clench down on him. As much as he wanted to go back to work he could hardly focus on anything but how tight and warm you were. Despite that he still wouldn’t give in so easily to you. He would make sure you caved so he could punish you later. He picked up his pencil and started writing, pretending to be unfazed.

You took a deep breath trying not to squirm or buck your hips when you suddenly felt Ukai give a quick thrust up inside of you. You moaned before frowning in frustration as he held your hips still. He wasn’t going to let you move. “Hold still..” He said before going back to work. You whined, your breathing heavy and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You did your best to stay still, but he wasn’t playing fair by rolling his hips, his hips every now and again. You whined. “N-not fair..you get to move..” You panted. “Oh? This was your idea..I just wanted to work.” He said smirking as he glanced down at you. “Just continue being a good girl and I’ll reward you.” He said kissing your pouty lips. You huffed at him resting your head against his chest trying to ignore the throbbing of your clit.

Ukai continued writing as he felt you clench down on him. He smirked a bit, but removed his hand from your hip to see if you’d give in. It didn’t take long for you to start rolling your hips, letting out a quiet moan as it brushed against that sweet spot inside of you. “Baby…” He warned as you started moving more fucking yourself on his cock. “D-Daddy…please..” You murmured before kissing and biting at his neck. Ukai groaned before he set the pencil down and stood up, his hands resting on your ass. You soon felt your back hit the cold leather couch in his room. “Such a needy little brat..” He mumbled towering over you before he kissed you. He slowly pulled out before slamming into you. His pace was slow and hard as his cock kept kissing your cervix. You pulled away from the kiss clawing at his back as you pulled him closer to you. “More…please..” You whined.

“More? Are you sure~?” He asked, grinning down at you. “Please…” You slurred out. He smirked before slightly changing your position. He pressed your legs against your chest before slamming into you. You gasped for air as he fucked you. It felt like he was impossibly deep inside you. It was almost too much as you held onto your legs trying to ground yourself. Ukai didn’t slow down the first time you came, screaming his name. Since you’d wanted more he was going to give it to you. You reached for his arm trying to get him to slow down a little, but he kept going. “Fuck your soaked..” He said watching as his cock pumped in and out of you.

He reached down, flicking your clit, making your legs twitch and your back arch. You groaned, chanting his name over and over. “Come on brat. You can give me another one…” He grinned, rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Your mouth opened and closed, no words coming out as you came hard, clenching down on his cock. “Yes, that’s it pretty girl…cum all over daddy’s cock..” You gasped trying to catch your breath as he kept rolling his hips into you. He still hadn’t cum yet and he was going to keep going until you gave him what he wanted.

“Keishin…please…just..give me a minute…” He grinned, shaking his head. “But baby…you asked for more. You begged me to fuck you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give my girl what she asked for..” He said slamming into you again, making you squeal and your toes curl. “Oh fuck…” you groaned tears making your eyes sting. “I can’t…” You whined, pussy clenching down on him. “Just one more pretty girl…come on….” He grunted. He was getting close as well. He reached down again, playing with your clit. “Come on…let me feel you cum all over my cock again.” He murmured before pinching your clit. You were drooling, tongue hanging from your mouth. The only thing you could focus on is his cock abusing your tight hole and an unfamiliar feeling building in your tummy.

You opened your mouth to say something when your orgasm tore through you. You screamed as you clamped down on his cock. Ukai grinned as he watched you squirt all over him as he continued rubbing your clit. Seeing that and your fucked our expression finally tipped him over as he buried his cock inside you and came hard. He cursed as his body shook, ropes of cum painting your insides. He panted as he looked up at you. You were still gripping your shaky legs, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes met and you gave him a tired smile. “Didn’t know…I could do that..” Ukai chuckled. “Me either…we’ll have to do that again~ But for right now. Let’s go get cleaned up..” He said giving you a kiss before he slowly pulled out watching for a moment as his cum leaked from your hole. He then carefully picked you up and took you to the bathroom to run you both a hot bath.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

/

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

/

Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

[redrobin-detective]

the only ghost in Amity Park

Continuation of Half Of

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Only in Amity Park did the revelation that a local teenager was sorta, kinda a ghost just blow over in a few days. Sure, people still stared at Danny Fenton as he walked by and everyone was still wondering what exactly he was, but overall life had moved on. Star sighed to herself as she organized her notebooks, waiting for class to begin. Just another day.

Star herself really didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on with Danny. She didn’t like him before he was a celebrity and didn’t plan on starting anytime soon. While Paulina still relentlessly, and vainly, pumped him for information on her dead boy crush, Phantom and he and Dash formed some weird macho bond or whatever, Star avoided him. He’d given her the chills since the day he’d walked into Casper High. When Danny’s secret had been exposed mid-attack, Star hadn’t been surprised. She didn’t need some ghost to tell her that there was something deeply, unsettlingly wrong with Danny Fenton.

Danny didn’t seem particular bothered, by his inhuman nature or by suddenly having his secret exposed. If anything, the nerd looked more relaxed than ever. Star had been watching him, they all had, but Fenton kept his ghostly antics to a minimum when in public. The occasional flash of green eyes when emotional, a grin of sharpened teeth. He made Mikey’s locker lock intangible the other day when the kid had forgotten his combination and he floated down the stairs instead of walking sometimes. It had been a week and it was  frightening how quickly such strangeness had become almost normal. 

“Alright kids, phones and notes away we’re starting class with a pop quiz. Hope you’ve all kept up with your weekly readings,” Faluca announced cheerily. The whole class, including Fenton, moaned and packed up their bags. Star supposed being an undead being haunting his own life didn’t make him immune from normal human problems. She was biting her lip trying to remember which antibody caused allergic reactions when she got an uneasy feeling. She looked up and was not surprised to see Danny Fenton looking around too. It had been a solid week without ghost attacks, looks like Fenton’s supposed vacation time was up.

Star stopped her writing and adjusted the bag at her feet to prep for evacuation. She briefly wondered what Fenton would do, what he could do? Did he also hunt ghosts, like his parents? Like Phantom? There were no blasts, no screams, no monologues but the dread increased when a ghost shield descended over them. Actually, it looked like it was just covering their classroom. Now everyone was looking up from their quizzes and out the window at the flickering, green shield.

“You’d think the administration would’ve warned me we were going to do a drill,” Faluca said but his voice was hesitant. Clearly this wasn’t planned so despite the lack of alarms, there was a good chance this was real. “Pencils down for the moment while I figure out what’s going on.”

“Mr. Faluca, I need to go,” Danny said, raising his hand. Star was so used to hearing the request she almost ignored him but the dread curling in her stomach made her look again. His face was pinched, sharp and his eyes burned with an icy fury like a sudden storm blowing in without warning. 

“Mr. Fenton, I don’t think...” Faluca murmured uneasily. Danny frowned harder.

“It wasn’t a request, actually,” Danny said roughly as he stood up and began walking towards the door. He was almost there when the door slammed open and Fenton had no less than 3 ectoweapons pointed in his face. A few kids jumped back in alarm but Danny held his ground as half a dozen Guys in White agents entered the room and surrounded him.

“Spectral scum formerly known as Daniel Fenton, you’re coming with us,” one of the agents said. 

“Danny not Daniel and it’s still my name,” Danny quipped, eyeing each of the government officials and their weapons. “And no, I’m not. I’m still alive, somewhat anyway, so I have rights. The courts backed me up.”

“Everyone who signed for your freedom doesn’t know ghosts like we do,” Another agent said so forcefully, some spittle flew out of their mouth and hit Danny’s cheek. Star watched it freeze and fall away the instant it hit his skin. “Your kind are too dangerous to wander around, you need to be contained and eliminated. Don’t worry, your parents will receive a sizable check as recompense.”

“I’m the one who needs to be contained?” Danny said slowly, evenly but there was a static to his voice that caused the hairs on the back of Star’s neck to rise. When she breathed out, she saw her breath was misting. Everyone’s was as the room temperature continued to plummet. “When you come in here and take hostages to threaten me?” Danny hissed, he took a step forward and his eyes took on a neon green glow. “You didn’t come to my home or on the streets, you came to take me in the middle of biology when I’m surrounded by civilians, kids.”

“You delude yourself into thinking you’re still human,” another agent scoffed. “Everyone knows ghosts are weaker when giving into their obsession.” Danny laughed, it was loud and mocking and like fingernails running down a chalkboard. Faluca, stuck in between Danny and the agents, was white as a sheet and gripping his desk like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

“You know nothing,” Danny hissed, his voice barely recognizable as human. His hair and shirt floated in an invisible but angry breeze. Frost crawled up his arms and his face. Various ecto alarms were ringing on the belts of the agents and they started to look a bit nervous. He looked nothing like the kid who, minutes before, had clearly been struggling with their bio quiz. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with. You cannot come into my haunt and threaten my people to get to me. Protecting what is mine will always make me stronger!” 

“This whole town is constantly under attack because of things like you!” One particularly brave agent said even as a few others had backed up. “Amity Park is on the verge of collapse because of all the ghosts!”

“There is only one ghost in Amity Park,” Danny said, he tilted his head, his black and white hair dangling in his face as he gave a sharpened smile. “There is only me and the ghosts I allow, ghosts who know the rules, who respect my authority here by keeping damage to people and property down. I am the only ghost haunting this town and why do you think that is?” One agent threw down his gun and ran through the open door.

“You’re-you’re a monster!” Another woman shouted, shaking as she stepped back before fleeing.

“I’m not the one who needs to threaten innocents to get to their target,” Danny sneered. “It’s a good thing you did though, I wouldn’t hold back if I wasn’t worried about collateral.” Another three agents turned tail and ran. Until there was only one left. His gun was still trained on Danny but his hands were shaking. 

“You don’t scare us,” the agent trembled through the obvious lie having been abandoned by his comrades. “We’ll get you monster, if it’s the last thing we do.”

“Looking forward to it,” Danny drawled sarcastically as some of his horrifying aura dissipated along with the freezing grip on the room. Within moments Danny has settled back into more human form. While he’d been angry before, now he looked almost bored. At no point had he seemed afraid. 

“You take your people and your equipment and you leave Amity’s borders by sunset tonight,” Danny declared resolutely. “If you have continued problems with my existence, you take it up with the courts. We settle this as humans but if you treat me as a ghost then I will fight back like one.” His eyes turned green again as a threat. As a promise. 

“I don’t take orders from spooks!” The agent shouted, securing his finger on the trigger and preparing to fire. Star had ducked to avoid the blast so she missed exactly what happened. All she saw was the green glow and heard a strangled scream from the agent followed by a series of thumps. By the time Star had gotten back into her seat, Danny was aggressively pulling apart the ectogun with his bare hands. There was no sign of the agent and, around them, the ghost shield fizzled away. 

“Jerks,” Danny grumbled, kicking at the remains of the ectogun he’d destroyed. “Sorry about that, Mr. Faluca. I knew they’d cause problems but I didn’t think they’d come to school.” Their teacher stared at Danny like a rabbit facing down a lion. “You okay?”

“Fine, Mr. Fenton, just fine!” Falcua grinned in a high pitched voice. “Shall we get back to our quizzes?” The bell rang just then and Danny did a little fist pump.

“Tomorrow then? After I get a chance to study more?” Danny asked with puppy dog eyes. It looked wrong on his face that had just threatened the government with bodily harm. Faluca just nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say. “Yes! I’ll pass tomorrow for sure. The attention kinda sucks but it does come with some perks.”

He walked back to his desk, ignoring the wide-eyed looks of the class when he stopped and gasped, his breath fogging in front of him. His lips pursed again with annoyance. A few people jumped in surprise as the Box Ghost, a familiar annoyance, poked his head through the wall.

“Child! Your requested reprieve is up and the Box Ghost is here to cause insurmountable square shenanigans!” He laughed heartily, stopping when the room temperature dropped again. Danny didn’t even turn to face the ghost. 

“Your watch is off, Boxy. I have another 10 hours before I have to deal with you annoyances again,” Danny growled. “I’m feeling good right now, take advantage of it and leave in one piece.”

“Uh right okay then,” the ghost stammered, sinking back into the wall. “See you tomorrow.” Danny cracked his neck before he walked to his desk, grabbed his things and walked to the front of the room.

“Late bell’s gonna ring any minute, you guys should hurry if you don’t wanna be late,” Danny said as he left. Falcua’s strength gave out as soon as Fenton was gone and he hit the floor, one hand clutching at his chest.

“Jeepers,” Mikey surmised appropriately before stuffing his things in his bag and leaving as well. Star watched everyone loosen up themselves and begin gathering their things to leave. No, she would never like Danny Fenton but he and his ghost weirdness was just part of the deal now, whether they wanted it or not. Such was life in the most haunted city in America which was only haunted by a single ghostly entity.

[ctrlemis]

WHO WERE WE? ksn

wc: 1.4k

genre & warnings: fluff, light angst if you squint, reincarnation, soulmates, past lovers, art again opened google docs and just wrote something

“Hi.” Sunoo looks up, cutting off his conversation with Sunghoon. In front of him was someone around his age, standing there looking right at him.

“Hi.” He says hesitantly. Everyone had stopped speaking now, focusing on the interaction between the mystery person and Sunoo.

“You don’t know me.” They say, eyes focused on him as if trying to gauge his emotions. He nods, still confused on where this was going.

“I don’t know you.” He agrees, nodding as he replies.

“But i know you.” They continue, and that’s when he notices the book in their arms. It’s like a photo album, and it's clear they’ve had it for a while. They notice his eyes on the album, clutching it closer. Then they look at the six pairs of eyes on them, watching them closely. They turned on their hill and walked away swiftly. Sunoo turned around in his seat, lost.

“Okay then.” He says, but feels a tap on his shoulder when he flips the page of his book to the other side. He looks up again and it’s the same person from before, shoving a piece of paper in his hands.

“If you want to know more, meet me there at 6:30 this evening,” They say. They look up from the crumbled paper to them, but they’ve already turned around, heading towards the entrance of the library. The conversations continue, but Riki elbows him out of his trance, still looking at the door.

“What’s on the paper?” He asks, and Sunoo raises his eyebrows, then looks towards the paper, unraveling it and smoothing it out. He reads it, then turns back to the black-haired boy.

“Just an address.” He says, shoving it in his pocket.

“You gonna go?’ Riki questions, and Sunoo shrugs. On one hand, he didn’t know who this person was, and could very much be walking into a trap, ending up being kidnapped and sold on the black market. On the other hand-

“Yeah.” He answers confidently.

It’s 6:37pm when he gets to the address. Actually, he got there ten minutes early, but when he got there, all he saw was an abandoned building, like an old factory. After looking around, the pink-haired boy came to the realization that he was in the right place to begin with. So he pushes the door open, and walks inside. It’s empty, and rusty inside. It smells like the sea, probably because the beach isn’t that far from the location, and there’s a second level, where he can see a figure sitting against the railing, headphones covering their ears. He makes his way up there, nearing them. They were drawing something, hand moving with the pencil gracefully. The book they had was next to them. and they were sitting on a quilt, resting their legs on a bookbag. As he gets closer, they must’ve sensed him, because they look in his direction, and their eyes widen as they tug off the headphones from their eyes.

“Hi.” He says cautiously. “Do you…live here?” He questioned, looking around. They shake their head, and he nods, sitting next to them. “So.”

“So.” They respond, fingers twirling the pencil mindlessly.

“How do you know me?’ He asks, looking at them curiously. They bite their lip, and he can see the gears in their head turning. “Alright, what’s your name, first off? I’m Sunoo, but you know that.”

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N.” He smiles, telling them he likes it. “What are your thoughts on reincarnation?” He tilts his head thoughtfully at the question. It was rather weird, and more so coming from this stranger - Y/N - but still, he wasn’t opposed to the question.

“I guess it depends. I don’t know enough about it to believe in it or dismantle it. Why?” He eyes them suspiciously. They rest their chin in their palm, thinking.

“What would you say if I told you I knew you from a past life?’ They ask gingerly, eyes avoiding his own. He can’t help but smile.

“I’d say I don't remember such a thing and you’re bat-shit crazy.” He replies, watching them. Their expression drops, and he follows with, “But something about you is so familiar I have no choice but to believe you.” They look up, and for a second he can’t read their expression. But then they laugh wetly, and he realizes they're crying.

“Oh, no,” He says, scooting over to them, wrapping his arm around their shoulder. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry-” He tries to apologize, but they wave their hand to dismiss the notion. They rub their nose with the back of their sleeve.

“No, it’s not that.” They sniff. “I’m not the only one. Who remembers their past life. There are so little of us in the population, but all of them have soulmates. one or more, romantic or platonic. And while almost none of them remember, not everyone will accept it. Do you know Hueningkai?” He nods. “His younger sister, Bahiyyih, her soulmate didn't believe her, and it broke her heart. It contradicts fate, and she was sick for months because of it. But, soulmates change; she fell in love again and she's okay now.”

“You smell like home.” He blurts out, then covers his traitorous mouth. He didn't mean to say it aloud, and his cheek were definitely red now, and-

“What did you say?” Y/N asks him in disbelief. He shakes his head, stuttering out something about the sea and sorries, but they shake their heads, looking almost excited. “Say it again.”

“You…you smell like home.” He says, embarrassed, but Y/N grins. They grab the book they had earlier, setting it in between the two of them and opening it, flipping through the pages rapidly. And Sunoo sees hundreds and pages filled with things like photos, keys, flowers, receipts. “What are these?” He asks, but they ignore him, flipping through the pages until they stop, and they point at the left page. On it is a polaroid, dated 1956. It's a photo - of him. He had black hair, and he’s holding a peace sign in the photo. Written under it, in handwriting that he recognized immediately, was the wording ‘You smell like Home, darling.’ He looks up at them in confusion, and they keep gesturing to the page. When he still looks clueless they sigh.

“You wrote that, dummy.” Oh. Okay.

Wait, what?

“I wrote that?” He questioned skeptically. They rolled their eyes, flipping back to the beginning of the book.

“I watched you do it with my own two eyes.” They argue.

“Okay but I don't remember that.” He says teasingly, and they huff, rolling their eyes. They show him the book, and he flips through the pages, listening as they explain anyone he stops on for too long. He looks up and realizes it's dark outside, and so does Y/N. They close the book and stand up, gathering their stuff together. He does the same, making sure he has his phone and bag.

“Um, I'm glad you, uh, let me show you this. It means alot to me.” He nods, and they turn on their heel, but he calls for them and they turn back around.

“Who was i to you?” The question makes them completely freeze, and he rushes to add to his sentence. “Like, i mean - i’m in the photo album a lot of i just-” He stops when he sees Y/N eyes are filled with tears, ready to fall at any second. “You don't have to tell me!” He adds quickly.

“Everything.”

“What?” He asks, confused. They blink away the tears and look at the foggy window.

“You were everything to me in all my lives. My best friend, my enemy, the king, a god, my knight, my-” Their voice dies, but he gets the memo. “Sometimes reincarnation can get messy; memories get mixed up, sometimes you can go a full life without remembering. But everytime i come back, I always remember you.” He can hear the pain in their voice. To have to remember that, each lifetime. He wonders if ever went through the same thing.

“How do I remember?” He asks, and they stare at him, gauging his angle. “I want to remember. Please.” They bite their cuticles, sighing.

“I would be a dick if i came to you and told you all of this and didn't help you remember. What do you wanna know?” They asked, gesturing for him to follow them as they went to the first level. He was silent, thinking about the question until they got outside. “Well?”

“Who were we?”

a/n: hi lovebugs!! i hope you guys liked this, and i may write a part two because i loved writing this!!

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[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno

'You ease Jeno's frustrations during a late night recording session."

Warnings : unprotected sex, cockwarming, generally quite fluffy.

Word count : 1.8k

You were in your pajamas at 1 a.m. in the morning, still in the company because your boyfriend is trying to record the best version of his verse in the recording booth a few feet away, his black denim jacket draped across your chest to shield you from the cold.

You were going through your own lyrics, making a few changes here and there to make sure the flow of the song suits you, working in a low volume to avoid disturbing Jeno, who was already getting antsy from this certain verse.

When you were done, you placed the pencil on the desk and got up from your seat, walking to the booth where Jeno had his handsome face in a frown.

“You okay, Jeno? Aren’t you cold in here?” you asked as you took his jacket off of you, draping it back onto his broad shoulders.

“I'm feeling fine, you should use it,” Jeno said shortly before he takes it off, putting it onto you again.

“But you're just in a tank, and you have to perform on stages very soon, you can't catch a cold,” you argued before trying to take it off once more, only to be stopped by Jeno’s hands.

“I'm fine, you're the one who's sensitive to the cold, I don't want you to get sick because of me, I didn't ask for you to be here with me, and still you showered and came back here to be with me, I'm sorry for eating up our time, I know I promised to have a night in with you,” Jeno said with a sad tinge to his usually cheerful eyes before reaching out for you, embracing you into his warmth.

“I know how important this comeback is for you, I wanted to stay here with you because I'm stubborn and that's on me, not you,” you said before turning your body to tuck yourself closer into Jeno, giving his bicep a quick peck before burying your head into his neck, the familiar scent of cologne filling your lungs.

Jeno let's out a chuckle at this odd but familiar action, you started doing this since the day Jeno had started working out on his arms more, every little thing he does you’d always be proud of it, which is why you're so different from everyone else, Jeno feels safe with you, the fact that the both of you absolutely adore each other irks his members out, but he doesn’t care, not when he only has eyes for you.

“I love you,” Jeno said without hesitation, it's always been like this for the two of you, saying these three words whenever you felt like it, communication between the two of you has always been good, though it hasn't always been like this.

There was a time at the beginning of the relationship where Jeno only knew how to show his love through actions, fearing that it may seem too pushy if he constantly speaks up about his emotions, being a guy and all, but your reassurance of loving to hear everything he has to say, as well as those doe eyes of yours that always have a hundred percent focus on him, had given him a sense of comfort, and so he now speaks whatever that comes to mind when he's with you, most often 'I love yous', it could be in the morning when you wake up, or moments like this where there are uncertainties in his head, you’re his rock.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said it back before pulling away slightly to kiss him, pulling him closer again by looping your hands around his nape, playing with the strands of hair there as you bit on his bottom lip gently before feeling a sudden grip on your hip, a gasp falling from your lips just to give Jeno the opportunity to dominate the kiss, getting you right where he wanted you to be, under his control.

Jeno tasted like the chocolate mint balls he was having just now, a mixture of sweet chocolate and invigorating mint clouding your senses, the taste so addictive that you licked at his tongue just to taste more, but soon Jeno pulled away, noticing that you were running out of breath, your forehead lolled against his, a sign that he was all too familiar with.

“Slow down, baby, what's got you so worked up?” Jeno asked as he peppers kisses down your neck sloppily, he knows he can't mark you without your manager lecturing you, so he'll just have to manoeuvre himself to the valley of your breasts, popping open the buttons of your pajamas to reveal that you've worn a set that had no padding, the tips of your nipples would've been obvious it weren't for how loose your shirt was.

“Remember the last time we fucked in here? You had a writer’s block for stronger and 119, I want to be your muse again, Jen,” you reminded him as you trailed your hand at the hem of his tank, palming his abs that you go crazy over, you must be the luckiest girl ever, to find a guy who’s as hot as he’s talented in his career, not to mention the sinful things he does with those dancer hips.

Jeno chuckled at that fond memory, recalling Jaemin’s horrid expression when he found the two of you in such a state.

“You do know that this is ANL right?” gesturing at the lyrics on the stand.

“Which is a highly suggestive yet quite a fluffy song, we have to set the mood in order for you to actually gain some inspiration, no?” you said before you pulled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Greedy aren't you?” Jeno said as he tips your chin higher to get a good look at you in the dim lights, admiring your swollen lips and the lust in your eyes, all because of him.

“Well, you can't pen my name down for these songs, the least you can do is give me a good fuck to remember it by,” you said with those seductive eyes of yours looking into his hooded ones before reaching down his pants, a jolt from his cock at your freezing hands.

“Whatever my baby wants, whatever she gets am I right?” Jeno said before manoeuvring you to your back facing his, letting your ass feel his hard on.

You placed your hands on the stool that Jeno previously sat in, arching your back for him to easily access the situation.

Jeno pulls your sweats and panties down hanging them onto the stand, you purse your lips at the sight, hoping that none of your arousal gets onto the surface, but before you could make up your mind whether to tell Jeno to place your clothing somewhere else, Jeno had spread your folds with two fingers, a hand coming up to swipe at your slit teasingly before pinching your clit lightly in between his thumb and index finger, combing a moan out of you, legs jolting at the sudden pleasure, you were always sensitive there.

“Fuck, baby, I barely touched you and you’re dripping wet, didn't know you were this worked up,” Jeno said by your ear, his voice a few octaves lower.

Jeno enters two fingers in one go, making you buckle your knees at the sudden intrusion, not expecting it so soon, the feeling of his rough finger pads reaching deep into you, searching for that one spot, and when he found it, it felt like the first taste of heaven, a whimper falling from your lips as you held onto the stool harder, preparing for what's to come.

Jeno thrusted his fingers in a moderate pace before sliding in a third, making a scissoring motion to open you up for his large cock.

When he deemed that you were wet enough, Jeno shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, impatient for the warmth in between your legs.

Jeno positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, Jeno!” you could feel how full you were now, and how he fits perfectly inside you, his tip dangerously close to your sweet spot, you just need him to move.

“Jeno, you can move now, please,” you begged, breathless as your mind is still registering the feeling of this euphoria.

Jeno clenches his jaw in concentration before pulling out of your sweet pussy slightly, before thrusting back in, starting a quick and shallow pace, the way your warm walls were clenching onto him was making him lightheaded from the immense pleasure, but he knows he has to get his shit together if he wants to actually finish up recording tonight.

Jeno grips onto your hips as he builds up his pace, pistoning his dick inside of you hard and fast as he hears your screams of pleasure, the sound echoing in this small booth, encouraging him to go faster as he gets addicted to this sweet melody.

You held onto the stool for your dear life as you felt the knot in your abdomen slowly unwinding, a sign that you’re nearing your edge.

“I'm gonna cum, Jen, cum with me, please,” you said before purposely clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep doing that,” Jeno said in one breath, before focusing back onto chasing both your highs, a hand moving to your breasts to pinch your nipples with the perfect amount of pain, he knows how much of a pain slut you are for him, and that was exactly what pushed you over the edge.

You felt your body convulsing as you orgasmed, the knot snapping free as the screams of Jeno’s name tumble from your lips as you let Jeno continue.

Jeno came only a few sloppy thrusts, after you, biting onto your shoulder as he came, giving a few hard thrusts to ride out both your highs, and just so he could bury his cum inside you, letting both your juices mix.

When both of you were done, Jeno moved your limp body expertly on top of his as he took a seat onto the stool, him still inside of you, your head tucked by his left shoulder, picking up where he had left off just now.

“You're right baby, you really are my muse,” Jeno said before humming a tune, then correcting some errors on the sheet.

“Well, good to know I was helpful, now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up,” you said before trying to get up.

Jeno's left hand grips onto your hips, restricting you from leaving.

“Stay for a bit, I'm finishing up soon, then I'll clean you up, I'm sure you’re too tired to walk now, get some rest,” Jeno said as he pats your head gently, something he does that oddly lulls you to sleep.

“Okay, just don't overwork yourself,” you said before drifting off to sleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder, your very own human pillow.