#OR maybe it’s because he likes seeing the smudged lipstick marks on their mouths

[toapoet]

jask puts on yen’s lipstick and then kisses her with it

[mrkis]

sensitive. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: fluff, smut WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SYNOPSIS: mark gets a boner from a simple kiss and you decide to help him out

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content, oral (giving), blowjob, slight hair tugging, small mention of spit, big cock mark always, exhibitionism maybe?

A.N: this has been requested. i'm not taking requests at the moment so please refrain from sending anything in. i wrote this because i am currently in mark brain and had ideas. also this took me like eight hours because @markiedub accidentally kept deleting it when she was reading lmao

You sigh softly as you check your appearance in the sun visor mirror of your car, fingertips brushing the corner of your lips to get rid of any excess lipstick that might’ve smeared during the journey and that your mascara hasn’t smudge across your eyelids. 

You had rushed your makeup when Mark had asked you out on a last minute date out of the blue and you were desperate to go out and see him, rushing around your bedroom to find the most suitable and clean clothing, and applying your makeup at the uttermost speed. You were so eager to see him that you really didn’t think twice about your appearance, not until you were parked outside the restaurant in the parking lot with only a few minutes left to spare before you had to make it inside for your dinner reservation. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure I look okay” You tell him, framing the hairs around your face and your shoulders slump in defeat. “I don’t feel okay”

Mark’s lips curl into a frown, “Why?”

“I rushed getting ready before picking you up, so my makeup is all messy and my outfit looks stupid, and—”

“No it doesn’t” Mark interrupts your rambling, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he admires you from the passenger seat. “I think you look pretty, really pretty” You side eye him and Mark immediately laughs, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he smiles wider. “Yo, I’m serious… you look gorgeous”

Your head slowly turns to him as your heart swells at his compliment, the adoration and affection pooling in Mark’s eyes is enough to have you throw yourself over the console and grab at his face to plant your lips on his. Mark’s exclamation of surprise is muffled against your lips, not expecting you to kiss him so suddenly before he lets himself melt into your touch, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he closes his eyes, craning his neck to kiss you deeper, with more meaning and love, with urgency. 

Every kiss you share with Mark is like the first, slow and tender. His lips make you feel dizzy, like you’re intoxicated and you yearn for so much more yet it never escalates further than a steamy make-out session with wandering hands that fail to go beneath the clothes. You don’t mind, to be honest, you didn’t want to force or rush into something that might make Mark stray away from you. The relationship between you two is new to you both, only having been official for a few weeks, so there wasn’t really any need to rush into anything… although, there were moments where you wanted him. Badly. 

As always, you’re the first to move away from the kiss and you snicker when Mark follows your lips, his own still puckered and waiting for you to return. You give him one quick peck before announcing you two should probably wait inside, making sure the engine is off and unbuckling your seatbelt to leave.

“Wait!!” The raised tone of Mark’s voice startles you and you jump when he reaches over to latch onto your wrist to prevent you from opening the car door. You freeze your movements, staring over at Mark with concern swimming in your eyes, wondering what’s going on and what was wrong for him to react in such a certain way.

You take note of the way his cheeks are tinted pink and how his neck is flushed, his chest raising and dropping frantically with each heavy breath he takes. His mouth opens and closes like a fish and the sight would’ve been laughable if you wasn’t too worried about his sudden outburst.

You watch as Mark struggles to form a sentence, the grip his fingers has on your wrist tightens as his head ducks down to his lap and your eyes follow slowly, widening as they see the obvious tent in his pants.

Your hand rips out of Mark’s grip as you slap it over your mouth to conceal your laughter which makes Mark grow even more red.

“Wait—I just—It’s like—I can’t control it!! It just happened!!” Mark panics, his hands waving in the air frantically before he grips the hem of his shirt, pulling it down to cover the bulge as he refuses to look you in the eyes. “I swear, I have no control over it, it just—”

“Mark, it’s okay” You reassure him as you remove your hand from your mouth, unable to hide the smile on your lips. Truthfully, you’re a little flattered that a simple kiss can make Mark react in such a certain way. It boosts your ego immensely and the thoughts that run through your mind are wild. 

He continues to act bashful, tugging his shirt down further but the friction of his shirt rubbing against the material of his jeans makes him still, his eyes widening as a stifled grunt seeps from his lips. 

“Mark…” You call his name softly and his head turns to look at you. You feel a little confident, maybe too confident as you say your next words, “Do you want me to help you?”

He blinks at you, “Wh—wait, what? What do you me—wait, no, oh my god, you don’t have to do that!! Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be—jesus christ!”

Mark curses loudly when you decide to bravely place your hand on his thigh, squeezing the flesh beneath your fingers as you lean closer to him. His eyes dart between your hand and you nearing towards him, unsure of where to look until your nose is barely brushing against his own.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

Mark swallows thickly and blinks, seeming not to trust his own voice as his head slowly bobs in a short nod, letting go of his shirt and dropping his hands to the side limply, watching as you work at the button of his jeans, popping it open and carefully dipping your hand beneath the waistband, cupping him through his boxers.

He exhales deeply, relaxing into the seat as he watches your ministrations with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip tucked between his teeth with his fists clenched at his side. You’re giddy as you free his hard cock from the restraints of his boxers, the size of him sending a buzz to your core and you meet his eyes with a surprised grin.

“What?” He questions with a quiet voice.

“Nothing. You just got a pretty cock to look at” 

Mark sheepishly smiles, unable to look you in the eyes as his chin tucks into his chest, cheeks dusting a slight pink once again but his mouth pops open with a short gasp as you slowly begin to pump his cock, hovering your lips above his cock and letting a wad of spit sit at the tip, using your thumb to smear it over the slit and head of his cock.

The sound of him whispering curse words through airy gasps is enough to urge you downwards, taking his tip into your mouth for a hesitant taste before pushing your head further down, taking his cock down your throat and swallowing around him as best as you can, wrapping your fist around the base.

“Oh my—fuck, oh my god” Mark whimpers out loud, pressing his fists to his mouth and biting down on his skin. You struggle not to smile at the effect you have on him as you bob your head, exaggeratingly moaning to send vibrations down his cock and his hips jerk upwards, a guttural sound coming from your throat as he accidentally chokes you with his movements.

He babbles out apologies after apologies, his hand coming down to affectionately smooth the back of your head, his fingers getting tangled in your hair and he tugs without realising when you hollow your cheeks around him, the burn on your scalp sending a shiver down your spine.

“Feel good?” You ask him once you let up for a moment to breath, using your hand to jerk him off as you look up at Mark who’s eyes struggle to stay open and he nods, untangling his fingers out of your hair to cup your cheek, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip and you lay a gentle kiss on the pad of his thumb. He smiles at that, head lolling to the side and resting against the foggy window.

You completely forget that you’re currently giving Mark head in a public parking lot and usually, under any different circumstance, you’d stop everything and probably drive away out of pure embarrassment from possibly getting caught. But seeing the euphoric look on Mark’s face and how strangely nice it feels to have him in your throat, you don’t care. You almost wouldn’t mind anyone walking by and catching the two of you in this position. 

“I think I’m gonna cum soon” Mark breathes out shakily. “Shit—no I’m definitely gonna cum soon”

“That’s okay” You coo, sending him a sweet smile before you swallow around him once again, tightening your throat around his cock and he whimpers loudly, his hand coming up to rest on the top of your head again.

“Where—fuck—where do you want me to, like, cum?” He asks you, and you hope he gets the hint when you bob your head faster, his cock fucking your throat raw. Mark calls out your name softly, tugging your hair slightly to pull you off of him but you resist, shoving your head further down, your nose brushing against his stomach and he moans. “Wait, wait, wait… you want me to… you want me to cum down your throat?”

You hum around him for confirmation.

“Fuck… fuck that’s so hot” Mark whines under his breath. He allows you to do as you please as his hand falls from the back of your head to find your free hand that's resting on his knee, his fingers intertwining tightly with yours, his thumb dragging over your knuckles in small circles and the second you squeeze his hand back, to tell him that you’ve got him, he cums in thick spurts down your throat with a moan.

He’s shivering and trembling beneath you but you take no notice when you’re too busy making sure you’ve swallowed every drop he’s giving you, sucking him dry until he physically can’t give you anymore and is begging for you to release him. 

His cock falls from your mouth with a plop and you sit up in your seat, glancing at the sun visor mirror like you did earlier before, stifling a laugh as you realise how badly you’ve definitely ruined your makeup this time, grabbing a few cleansing wipes that you had in your glove compartment, trying to clean yourself up as best as you possibly can even though there was no use.

Mark’s panting heavily beside you, his body jerking as he comes down from his high and he tucks himself back into his boxers. He buttons up his jeans as he turns to look at you and you meet his eyes when you finish wiping your makeup completely off.

“I think we missed our dinner reservation” You chuckle as you check the time. “Sorry”

“That’s a shame” Mark says. “I’m still hungry”

“We can go get takeout—”

“No. Not for that” Mark shakes his head quickly. “For something else. Something better”

“Better?” You repeat, raising your eyebrow suggestively as you lean back into your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “And what would that be?”

“You”

©mrkis

[lil-elle]

Hello how are you??

I just read devoured your Riize reaction to reader giving them a hickey and I wanted to ask if you could do the same but instead they wake up with lipstick stains on their face?? Like on the cheeks, forehead, nose, the lips or corner of the lips even maybe the neck

I loved your writings so have a good day!! And don't forget to stay hydrated<3

HEHEH THANKS FOR ANOTHER ONE OF THESE (and for loving my writing, ily 🥹)

When you leave Lipstick Stains on RIIZE

pairs: bf!riize x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, slight suggestive

word count: 1.2k

content: kissing, making out

a/n: can shotaro be mine already- i mean what

Shotaro:

Wouldn't even notice at first, too busy rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes to see the lipstick smeared across his lips, jawline, and neck

He'd finally notice after pulling his hair back to wash his face, his face wash covered hands stopping right before they hit his cheeks and his mouth falling open with shock seeing red smudged from his lips to his cheek

Suddenly he's blushing like crazy zoning out while staring at the stains. You'd walk in on him just staring while calling his name with no response because of how mesmerised he is.

You'd tap his shoulder before realising why he's so zoned out, quickly blushing. He'd snap out of his trance and smile, turning to you and pulling you towards him

You'd look up at him in shock, still blushing hard from how reckless you must've been the night before. He'd quickly catch your lips with his, smearing the lipstick back on your lips and giggling when you bury your head in his chest

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Eunseok:

“Huh.” He'd say, rubbing a finger over the stain and looking down at the red on his fingertip

A small pink tint would cover his face and ears, the thought of how your lips felt last night forcing its way back into his head as he presses his fingers to the stains over and over, smearing them even more

Would quickly take a few mirror selfies before washing the stains off, saving them for when he wants to tease you and randomly sending them to you when you're working

Would go on with his day after washing them off, every-so-often looking back at the pics he took and smiling to himself. If one of the guys came over to him and asked what he was smiling about, he'd quickly throw his phone down with a blush on his face. “Nothing!”

Now whenever you wear lipstick, he'd be unable to tear his eyes from your lips, his eyebrows furrowed while his mind runs through scenarios like crazy

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Sungchan:

Would just stare for a moment, ignoring the slight pick up in his heart rate, maybe poking at it a few times as his ears go red without him noticing 

Quickly washes it off without too much thought, but soon finds himself staring at your lips whenever you speak to him or even if you're just sitting down on your phone or watching TV

Would start buying you different shades of lipstick as gifts, you'd just think he's being sweet but hjs ulterior motives are him wanting to see how well each shade transfers from your lips to his

Might see it as some kind of challenge to get as much of your lipstick from your lips onto his

He'd also want to see lipstick stains in many different places. Stains he doesn't find until he's in the shower and suddenly he has to rub a maroon lip shaped mark from abs

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Wonbin:

He wouldn't be the one to notice it, it'd be a slight smear on his neck that he accidentally leaves there and goes out to see the guys. Maximum embarrassment when Seunghan points it out to him and starts teasing hum

He'd quickly rub it off in the heat of embarrassment, but he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it for the rest of the day, his mind wandering and not paying attention to the members at all

When he's finally home, he'd see that you'd just got home from hanging out with friends too, lipstick pretty and red. Suddenly he'd be pouting at you while pointing at his cheek, wanting a kiss

You'd tell him that your lipstick would stain his cheek, but he'd insist, smiling softly at you when you finally do it and pulling out his phone camera to look at it, a pink tint creeping onto his face

His cuteness would make you pull him down to cover his whole face in kiss marks, making him flustered from your sudden actions, but happy once he sees the stains all over his face in the mirror

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Seunghan:

Would smile upon seeing it, running a finger over his red lips and smudging it even more, the sight of how it spreads over his skin turning him on more than he'd like to admit

Another one that'd take picture of himself with the stains, except he'd absolutely be the type to post them on his private story and make you super embarrassed, berating him while red in the face as he chuckles at you being so flustered

Would tease you for being the one that stained him in the first place, jokingly calling you things like “a barbarian” or “an animal” for “being so rough with him”, faking hurt while holding back his chuckles

Would eventually hold your cheeks, telling you he actually love when you don't hold back with him. He loves when you show you want him to the point of kissing him so hard that your lipstick ends up all around his mouth. He'd keep saying things like that until you literally beg him to stop from being too flustered

He'd love taking you out on fancy dates from then on, knowing you'll get dressed up and wear super nice make-up with lipstick that he could then rub onto his lips at the end of the night

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Sohee:

Would just be really dramatically flustered, rubbing at the stain with his fingers and accidentally smearing it everywhere. You'd catch him in the bathroom and you'd have to teach him that make-up doesn't come off that easy and he needs to use a wipe 😭

He'd blush as you wipe at his lips, silent for a moment before muttering gibberish about liking the stains and thinking your pretty and wanting to kiss you. Just random things that make you giggle

The type to be mesmerised whenever you've done your make-up really nicely with pretty red lipstick, not being able to take his eyes away from your lips and the way they look so glossy under the lights

His mind would be racing, almost desperate to get you alone so he can kiss that lipstick into an absolute mess

Whenever you'd be making out without make up on, he'd ask softly for you to go and put some lipstick or lip gloss on, loving the way it feels when he's kissing it off you

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Anton:

He'd freeze for a moment, going red before quickly looking for make-up wipes to get the stains off, accidentally making loud clattering sounds and making you come over to him concerned

You'd giggle seeing him so flustered over some lipstick stains, calling him cute as he blushes and insists he just got caught off guard

I just feel like he'd love your lipstick and lips in general, would love having kiss marks on him or when you write him little romantic letters and put a kiss mark on the envelope. He's romantic like that

Would offer to put your lipstick on you when you're doing your make-up, and although you don't need him to, you'd let him, loving how excited and happy he gets when you say yes

He'd lowkey be afraid to kiss you when you've got your make-up done so nice, he wouldn't want to ruin it. That being said, he'd immediately get swept away if you kissed him, loving the way your lipstick makes kissing you feel so different and messier

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[eccentricallygothic]

Can you write a dark!alpha Steve Rogers where his men start to speak vulgarly about his omega!assistant. You know just being very sexual and gross and Steve is just like absolutely not she’s my wife and decides to put his men into place.

Instead of punishing them he brings his omega in and has her suck him off for a good while. By the end her eyes are all watery and her lips are swollen (and maybe she was wearing lipstick that’s all smudged now) driving the men mad. As a final warning that omega is his, Alpha Steve takes his cock and cums all over her face. He makes her leave it on as she goes back to serving his men coffee and refreshments during the meeting.

Man, I hate how I love Steve. So sorry that this is thousands of years late. Hope you see it and like it still. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited 🩷

Warning(s): Exhibitionism, dacryphilia, abo verse, m!dom, f!sub, blow job, deep throating, lowkey dark!Steve.

The rims of Omega's mouth felt puffy and numb, the corners of her jaw in pain that was ever-growing; courtesy of her Alpha's inhuman girth. 

Another thick, hot tear trickled down the corner of her flushed face and hung clinging to her skin for a few moments before dropping against the fabric of her pencil skirt with a loud pat. 

Such a sound is rarely ever loud enough to be heard in such a manner. But the dead silence in Steve Rogers' office provided that and the sound of her gagging the perfect atmosphere the ability to almost bounce off the walls. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, nose red and flared as she tried her best to breathe through it and move her mouth along his frankly monstrous length from her spot on the ground between Steve's legs. 

Steve; her husband, her Alpha, her owner. 

Omega did her best to fight against her tight little gag reflex that even after all this time of being together got easily triggered by his fat knot. 

At least, in the beginning. 

Because his wife was all about adjusting to him and his tastes. 

That had been her designated spot in their dynamic from the beginning.

Submit to Steve's authority and obey him without question no matter how depraved his demand or order may be. 

It didn't matter if his potential business partners sat across the table with their breaths heavy and eyes wide at the sight of her fucking her throat on her boss and husband's cock, nimble fingers gently playing with his heavy ballsack.

Omega's task at this moment was to suck Steve's cock and nothing else.

It didn't matter if her mouth felt coarse, or if her throat was trying to force itself shut due to the shame she felt in this humiliating position, the boss didn't care if his precum and your drool was dripping down his assistant's chin and making a mess on the expensive blouse he had bought her.

What mattered to Steve was that he was making a point. 

This girl, looking so pretty with her dark lipstick smudged all over her face and his cock along with her own fingers, lowering her face on his cock obediently until its imprint appeared against the delicate skin of her throat, a bubble of his precum that she would occasionally inhale on accident popping out of her nose as her claim mark nearly glistened next to the fancy pearl neckpiece that she wore, was his.

Body, mind, soul.

And none of these rich pricks would be allowed to entertain any fantasies about her.

As Steve pulled her face off him by her hair and grunted while pumping himself faster and faster to aid his thick, hot release, he knew his territory was marked when the shiny white blobs shot out of his tip and landed against her pretty face.

Omega was gasping for air as her eyes fluttered close, pussy thumping and clenching around air for more. 

Him. 

Steve hummed when he was done emptying his load on his beloved's messy red face until his cum coated it like a literal cosmetic mask.

She rose to her feet without protest or question about her own need when ordered, having been trained to always put her husband and Alpha first.

For good things came when he was pleased.

The slick between her legs was noticeable as Steve tasked her with going about her part in the meeting, slapping her ass for good measure as she walked by.

The sound reverberated off the walls in a manner that was nothing less of a warning. 

A threat. 

The men felt embarrassed under Steve's eyes when Omega bent to fetch the refreshments and as though it wasn't already noticeable enough, unknowingly made show of the huge damp spot that had appeared on her ass, extending downwards in thick streaks.

It was honestly commendable how she was managing with carrying out her orders as well as she was irrespective of how hot her insides were as they bubbled over and created an actual puddle in her panties that grew heavier by the passing minute. 

All of that was for Steve.

And no one else. 

Certainly not these pathetic men who could only enjoy an Omega out of force or payment. 

And never how Steve had while simply lounging in his chair. 

No.

They could never even hope for something similar. 

Steve made sure that they didn't.

For after they had left and he praised his Omega before taking her home to reward her for being such a good girl for him in more ways than one, he had made a phonecall. 

And the men were never seen again. 

They were made to vanish into thin air.

As though they had never even existed to begin with. 

[introspectivememories]

high school timber is all about repression!!!

it's about bernard desperately trying to prove to himself and his parents that he's straight!! because his parents already don't like him and he cannot be gay. not now not ever!!!! so he puts up this front of a ladies man and he picks a girl he cant ever get together with and maybe he kisses like 3/4 of the female population at grieves and gains a reputation but hey! at least he's not gay! but he's so caught up in making sure his eyes don't to stick too long on tyrone's face or michael-from-biology's eyes or kabir-from-study-hall's thick thighs that even his attraction to women is under a filter. and it's not that he doesn't like women, he does! very much so!! but it's that he's soo caught on not being perceived as gay that he cant show his attraction to women the way he'd like to. it's all under this filter of what he thinks Real Men who are attracted to women act like so it's this brash, loud, crass, thing and it's not him at all. it's "ooh tim, ms. winters is soooo hot!" or "hey kayla, why don't you and i get to know each other a little better, if you know what i mean?" or "god her tits are soo big. she's so fucking hot!" and all this other shit when he really means, "tim, why the fuck does your stepmom have such a pretty smile?" or "kayla, you said you liked yugioh? i'd love to hear more about it!" or "god fuck, that girl has such pretty hands. i think if i held them i'd combust." but none of that is how a Real Man likes women so he shuts that shit down before it even has a chance to come up. it's fine, he's fine. so what if no one ever holds him like he holds those girls? it's fine. he'll take the manwhore label and the fuckboy title and he'll give out as many kisses as those girls want and if sometimes when he's kissing a girl he wonders what it'd be like to sit on kabir's thighs or if tyrone's lips really are as soft as they look, that's just the devil speaking. and if sometimes when he walks back into the cafeteria at lunch, lipstick still smudged on the corner of his mouth, after making out with a girl and his eyes skirt over tim's lithe body and he wonders what it'd be like to draw out the same sounds he's heard girls make when he kisses them, or what it'd be like to brush his thumb over tim's hands, or what it'd be like to hold tim or press a kiss to his shoulder, or a million and one other things, well that'll just have to be another one his secrets.

and it's about tim who's in a relationship with stephanie and his dad knows he's robin and he doesn't have time to figure out why his mouth goes dry when the light hits bernard's hair just right. he's too busy trying to figure out a way back to his nightlife. and so what if bernard has pretty pink lips that look very plush? so what if he's looked at some of his teammates and thought they were handsome? he's not blind!!! he has a girlfriend! and he loves her! and so what if his hand brushes bear's during fourth-period bio? so what if the tingles last all day? it was just some static! and it doesn't matter that when bear laughs his eyes get squinty and they water over -- cause bear always laughs so hard he almost cries -- and it sounds like bells. and it doesn't even matter, that sometimes when bernard walks back into the lunchroom, 10 minutes before the bell rings, lipstick smeared across the corner of his mouth, lips tilted up in the most charming smirk he's ever seen, that his chest fills with jealousy. it doesn't matter that his hands clench into fists so hard that his nails leave crescents marks all day. it doesn't matter that he wants to be bear's flavor of the day, week, month, whatever. he wants to leave the lipstick marks!! he wants to know if bear really is as good as he hears the girls speak about!!! he wants to know "that thing bernard does with his tongue!" is! he wants to drape himself over bear the same way he sees those girls do! he wants to know what bear's hands feel like gripping his waist. he wants, wants, wants!!! but it doesn't matter. it doesn't. he's got a girlfriend, her name is stephanie, she's gorgeous and, most importantly he loves her. he's too busy for bernard anyway.

[msgexymunson]

I got a transfer proof lipstick today and it kind of sparked something in me when I kissed my partner and it didn’t stain.

Eddie Munson would take “transfer proof” as a challenge. Maybe he was in a heavy make out session and noticed there wasn’t sticky lipstick marks on him when there should have been. He would spend hours trying to get any sort of mark because goddammit if he gets bested by a lipstick of all things.

Ahhh this is so freaking cute! This is only a small drabble, sorry for the wait! ILY 🖤

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Breaking away from the kiss, you see a string of spit connecting your lip to his. Giggling, you wipe it away.

Eddie frowns, presses a hard kiss to your mouth, pulls away, and frowns again.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Why isn't your lipstick smudging?" He holds his hand firmly to your hip, tracing circles with his thumb. You're sitting in his lap, sitting side saddle, movie playing in the background, forgotten.

"Oh, its transfer proof! See?" Taking your pointer finger, you rub it across your bottom lip and show him your clean fingertip. Your lips remain cherry red.

"Witchcraft!" Eddie exclaims, eyes wide. You giggle, used to his antics by now. Pulling you forward, he brings you in for a devastating kiss. The ground feels like its dropping out from under you, you start to feel lightheaded as he moves his mouth over yours with as much passion as he can muster. You break away for a second.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You're panting, eyes searching his.

"C'mere." He pulls you in by the nape of your neck. "For science."

[faces-ofvenus]

only you can paint my skin purple and red.

All this was poorly translated, I'm sorry, and I got carried away, as I said before, I'm not fluent in English, so forgive any mistakes

warnings: contains pornographic content, and minor explicit sex scenes do not read.

She with some other servants were preparing the bath for the young prince, Aegon Targaryen according to his name, he hadn't yet entered the huge space, probably drinking or hitting on some slut out there, she didn't even know why she cared in reality, she shouldn't call, she was just his servant.

— and is distracted you know how the prince gets if we get the temperature of his bath wrong.

Oh she knew all too well, anger never came on her but it was no surprise to anyone, Aegon blew up on everyone, he was known to get angry easily and punish everyone who took that side of him away, she couldn't think about it anymore, think about it. in him, not now, she quickly apologized to the superior maid, she was there to make sure no "accident" happens again, that's when the doors opened with a loud thud, which startled everyone, her eyes and Aegon's looked which it should be, but upon noticing the small smudge of lipstick and the faint smell of alcohol, your anger just bubbled up and you quickly dodged it.

"What are you still doing here, get out soon."

Usually he wouldn't do that, the maids were there to clean a job that the prince shouldn't have, but no one would have the courage to contradict him, she dropped everything that was in her hand and got up, she didn't want to look at him anymore, because she did you feel so betrayed? Before she could walk through the door like all the others, he stopped her by the arm.

— No, no, you are my little lamb, today only you will bathe your prince.

He took off his clothes slowly and y/n had to hold his breath, and sat down in the bathtub resting his hands on the round edges and eyes, waiting for his actions, she quickly followed him sitting on a stool and starting to wash him starting with his hands, and going straight to his chest, he then took her hand.

He looked to the side, and tilted her a little forward, if the tub wasn't high she would surely fall over, he looked to the side making contact with her.

— Why don't you look at me lamb, it's been so long that I don't see your eyes, I don't smell you.

“Maybe because it smells like some whore you and your brother picked up in some brothel.

She didn't want to sound so jealous, but maybe it wasn't as easy to hide as she thought, she couldn't control her breathing, it was so close to Aegon's neck, the one she always filled him with bites and hickeys, and now he it was right there, with one imprint of another. In a sudden movement Aegon pulled her into the tub, making her almost scream in surprise, he left them in one position, her dress turned out to be totally wet, she was sitting on his lap, his arms freely snaked around her waist, he was up to his ear and spoke, in that damn voice.

— What a beautiful mouth of yours, my love.

He leaned up to her face to give her a simple kiss on the lips and then bit down on them with a fervor that made her moan softly. You honestly didn't care anymore, you were so aroused under all the garments, which Aegon made sure to slowly take off until she was completely naked like him, he kissed her collarbone, kissed very close to her breasts, teasingly. , she knew that she couldn't move was a game to him.

— Do you really think I'd fuck any whore when I have you waiting for me like this, in my bathtub!?"

He kept nibbling at her neck, leaving some marks showing, he didn't want to hide it from anyone tonight, he never does, he marks his skin, as if he's marking his territory, a wolf with his rabbit, a dragon with his sheep.

One thing she hates and loves about the platinum prince is perhaps his unpredictability, he could do something she just couldn't have foreseen, even now when he lifted her up without any problem, she wrapped her feet around his waist and held him by the neck, an attempt not to fall, or maybe it's the fear that Aegon trips somewhere, as it is already night, and the darkness in King's Landing is capable of swallowing even the largest of the candles, the two of them wet he laid it down. in bed, without any care, soaking the bed with the water of their bodies, the prince climbed on top of her and attacked her lips and body, every part of her was filled with hickey kisses. He walked all over slowly until he got right in the middle of her pussy, she was aroused he could see it, could feel it, her fingers passed over her clit gently, making her shudder and beg for him in small pleas.

— No, not my sweet lamb, you underestimated the affection I have for you, and apparently I'll have to show you that again.

He stuck three fingers inside her, which made her let the air out of her lungs, he released her hand and she clutched the damp white sheets tightly beneath her, groaning and writhing Aegon, making not very gentle thrusts, while he trained this with a mother, his fur made small circles on her clit, his other hand travels to her neck squeezing it lightly while his mouth starts sucking and mistreating her breasts de y/n's arms clung to her hair white, preventing him from leaving, she was so close, her eyes were half closed, her mouth came out the worst fallacies, may the seven forgive her, but at that moment the only god she worshiped was the one who simply gives her pleasure like no other .

— A…ah me, I'm so fucking close.

He quickly took out the three fingers inside her, which only caused her regrets, she looked at him with a little frown, he gave her a white, playful smile, she knew the rules they set. She could hear his voice in her mind. "You can only come in one place remember?"

— Aegon, don't be so cruel hmm.

Trying to persuade him is a silly attitude coming from her, because she knows that begging him just makes you want not to do it, just to hear more of his pleas. He dropped everything and pulled her closer to him, her pussy almost touching his cock, but honestly their gazes never left each other her free hand went to the left side of his head, he crouched down almost touching her lips. She nodded softly, that was rare, but as the nights passed, Aegon began to worry about the pleasure of the woman lying in his bed, as he never cared about another.

He sank into her at an almost delirious speed now it was his turn to moan softly, his voice was so husky, so pleasurable, he wanted to taste everything she could offer him, and she was willing to give it all to him, just like that time he was also willing to do anything, just for the screen, deeper, of himself, slowly but not wanting to lose contact between them, they turned her between his knees, he pressed his fingers firmly on her waist but marks were his last concern at the moment, as he began the movements that drew moans from both him and her, y/n leaned over and marked him in every possible place, she would let all those women see, who the crown prince really belonged to, she would just stop simple when everything on his chest and neck was marked with red and purple, like a beautiful painting his work of art, which should be seen by everyone, his brothers, his nephews, his parents, his grandfather, everyone.

They were climaxing, she could feel it, from the way they both moved, in sync, their hair was plastered to their faces, their bodies were glued to each other, lewd sounds came out of their mouths without fear of being heard, the noise of their bodies wasn't silent either, they didn't need words to know what they wanted. And that's when she arched her body, seeing in her vision a wonderful starry sky, letting out a loud and uncontrollable moan, Aegon pushed her a little more, letting out throaty, her legs moving involuntarily, not wanting anything that was hers to come out of her. her, after all this was where she belonged.

When tired she lay down or rather, fell beside him on the bed, speechless, only with the sounds of their hearts beating, and their rapid breathing trying their best to get air, he pulled her to his chest, made light caresses on her shoulder, she didn't want to talk maybe wanting to assimilate everything that happened about 2 minutes ago, so he decided to take the reins, giving an explanation of everything earlier.

“Nothing had happened between me and her.

He might be talking about the woman who left a mark before her on his neck, y/n didn't know why he wanted to give her such satisfactions, he was a future king after all, a prince if we're going to be together.

— the only one I would let have this post, the only one who really has my body to mark the colors that I prefer, is you, so I made a point of punishing her by trying to have the audacity to do so.

He lifted her chin, making her eyes glued to his, and kissed her fervently, a kiss that she made a point of returning, clinging tightly to him, just as she did to her, and there they fell asleep, without even turning to sleep. worry, with the weight of explanations in the morning.

Any request for Aegon, Aemond, Jacarys and Lucerys can be easily fulfilled, ok.

[coryothesub]

To continue with the idea of Coryo wearing girly things, maybe Coryo will be caught wearing the reader's makeup.

Not me thinking about Coryo in makeup all day, because he would look stunning!

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / softdom!reader

Coryo had disappeared inside your bedroom a while ago and you started to get curious about what he’d been up to.

You opened the door and found him holding the mirror and looking at himself, wearing your makeup. Your beauty bag was laying beside him, all of its contents scattered on your bed.

You couldn't say it was the best makeup look, no, not at all, you could see that he’d been trying to apply your blue eyeshadow combining it with your orange lipstick. The colors were terribly mismatched and you could see he didn't have quite enough training in applying makeup too.

Coryo's eyes widened and he threw the mirror away as soon as he noticed your presence. He thought he'd get punished for taking your things without permission, but something about his clownish look made you feel soft inside.

“Oh Coryo,” you said, crawling into the bed and straddling his thighs. “Not so good at this…”

You spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to offend him. You just wanted to bring out his true potential of looking stunning in make up.

The blonde man pouted, but his face lit up again when you caressed his cheek and reached for the makeup removal tissues.

“It's okay, baby. Do you want mommy to make you beautiful?”

Coryo nodded and you started wiping the makeup off his face gently. He was looking up at you, so sweet and compliant, you loved it when he trusted you like that.

You finished cleaning him off and gathered your makeup items, trying to figure out the best possible combo. Then you brushed some curls off Coryo's forehead and gave him a little kiss.

“You look perfect just the way you are babyboy,” at that moment you were truly speaking from your heart.

“But if we want to spice it up a bit, I think a black eyeliner would fit you well. Should we try it?”

Coryo gave you another nod and you found the eyeliner in the bag.

“Now close your eyes!” You whispered.

Coryo obliged and you started applying the liner along his lashline, you had forgotten how tricky it was to put makeup on another person and the liner slipped a few times making you both giggle.

“Looks like we're going for some smokey eye,” you chuckled and blurred the lines along his lashline, making him look like a gothic angel.

Your heart skipped a beat when Coryo opened his eyes. He looked so hot, the dark liner bringing out his icy blue eye color perfectly. You couldn't believe that putting on a little makeup on your twink boyfriend would make your pussy tingle, but here you were.

“Do I look good mommy?” Coryo asked curiously.

“Hotter than ever,” you purred, eating him up with a lustful gaze and pressing your lips against his in a hot kiss.

Coryo grinned, running his hands up your thighs, he was catching up on how his makeup look made you feel and he certainly enjoyed it.

“Now, let's finish it off with a little lip color,” you brushed your thumb over his lips that were always so deliciously pink by nature so all they needed just was a bit of your rosy lip gloss.

The boy closed his eyes waiting patiently for you to apply it, you just couldn't contain yourself with his lips looking so plump and delicious and judging by the growing bulge in his pants the whole process was a turn on for him too.

A few moments later Coryo was laying on top of you, his big cock buried deep inside your cunt as you were looking into his smokey eyes that looked simply mesmerizing as he watched you with adoration.

Coryo kept leaving little kisses wherever he could reach and soon your face, neck and breasts were covered in sticky lipstick marks, leaving the lipgloss deliciously smudged around his mouth.

“Oh, baby, fucking me so good…” you praised him, feeling your climax approaching.

Your legs wrapped around his hips as you were looking to enhance the feeling of his hard cock hitting against your sweet spot. 

Coryo sped up the pace as you tensed up your muscles making your wet walls clench around him causing him to moan against your lips.

“Oh Coryo!” You screamed his name while cumming all over his dick and drenching it in your juices.

Your pussy convulsing around him brought Coryo over the edge and he filled your cunt with ropes of thick cum while whispering profanities against your lips.

You stayed like this for a while, wrapped in each other's arms panting blissfully, you felt like you could disappear into his baby blue eyes.

“You look fucking gorgeous, Coriolanus!”

“I guess that means only one thing,” he gave you the prettiest smile. “Mommy should make me beautiful more often.”

[kentocidal]

im back for my second request mwahaha

7. "i'm going to ruin that pretty makeup." + kaveh. butbutbut we’re ruining his makeup ): big crybaby with mascara streaks down his face and lipstick everywhere but his lips wahhhhhhhhhh

uploading kaveh12.txt . . . upload complete !

warning ! this file has been corrupted with the following malware: dacryphilia, dom!reader, gn!reader, feminization (if you squint? idk barely), kaveh is called pretty boy

internal messaging system: crybaby!kaveh has seemingly become my brand. also i am him so-

get your own file upload here !

you don’t even remember how you managed to get kaveh to do this for you. you supposed that he agreed because it was you asking him, not anyone else. or maybe it was because alhaitham wasn’t expected home for quite some time. it was most likely some combination of both.

(or perhaps it was because kaveh was so tense, so needy from your continued teasing all day, that he was on the brink of going insane.)

you had convinced your pouty, whining, darling boyfriend to put makeup on. just a little, not a lot. eyeliner in the lash lines, light blush and highlighter on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, pretty lipstick staining plush lips.

his hands were curled into fists as you stared at him from the doorway of your bedroom. he scoffed at your face, turning away from you to look at himself in the vanity mirror again. “stop staring already, i know i look ridiculous!”

he was in his own head again. you needed to stop that.

you let out a breath as you approached him from behind, reaching over him to grab the little lipstick tube. you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as you focused on yourself in the mirror, uncapping the lipstick and swiping it over your lips.

kaveh grunted, and you heard his breath hitch as your muscles flexed around his neck. you popped your lips and capped the lipstick again, setting it down and looking at both you and him in the mirror, smiling.

he opened his mouth to say something, but you grabbed his chin instead, forcing him to tilt his head so you could press lipstick-stained kisses to his cheek and along his jaw.

that was all it took, really. kaveh’s breath caught in his throat, hands shaking as you purred against his skin.

“what a pretty boy i have in front of me. don’t you agree, baby?”

“n-no.” kaveh grunted, trying to jerk out of your grip, smudging more of your lipstick along his skin. you laughed at him and nipped at his neck, making him gasp.

“no? what a liar. you know you’re my pretty boy, my sweetness.” you cooed at him as he stared at you in the mirror, eyes locked on yours and your lips. his hands shook in his lap, one reaching up to hold meekly onto your wrist.

you cracked a grin when you saw his eyes start to grow glassy and wet as your other hand trailed down the opening in his shirt, fingertips grazing so softly over his chest. “getting ready to cry already? what a good boy. i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup.”

kaveh whimpered and reached for the hand on his chest, trying to push it down between his thighs. “please, i’ve been good. touch me now, please…”

“let me see that eyeliner run and maybe i will.” you let him pull your hand downward over the tent in his pants as he started to whine and babble. you sucked a dark mark into his neck between lipstick stains, and he hiccuped when his breath got caught in his throat and thin black tear tracks started to drip down his reddened cheeks, staining them and pooling in his lips.

you groaned and palmed him through his pants. “good fucking boy. cry for me.”

kaveh whimpered and bucked up into your hand as tears pooled on his long lashes. he was always so beautiful when he cried.

you let go of him to tug his chair back and move him to the bed, knowing that his messy tears would make you need to change the pillowcases after you pound him into the mattress to make him sob.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Okay, prompts. [Cracks knuckles]

1) Hook walking out for a match absolutely COVERED in hickeys and black lipstick.

2) baby Hook meets indie Danhausen

3) Hook breaks his "suspension" to come to Danhausen's aid OR Danhausen whoops The Firm's ass for getting Hook "suspended"

4) sleeping beauty AU esque situation; who knew Hook COULD be cursed???

5) Hook secretly has a huge sweet tooth, but chocolate chip cookies clash with his gimmick, so he can only watch longingly as Danhausen is gifted homemade sweets by various colleagues

Okay, Jack is panicking. He's good and panicking, because they are set to go out for their second tag match in less than five minutes and his tag partner isn't here.

Okay. Everything is fine. Everything is fine.

He can do this on his own....somehow. It will all work out, right? Maybe he'll die, but at least he'll go down with dignity. Or something like that. Yeah, that's the panic talking. He wrings his hands in front of his body, wishing he had never risen to this challenge. Wishing he'd never agreed to tag again. Wishing—

"Sorry," Hook says, out of breath as he sprints up to where Jack is standing behind the tunnels, the ones that are half-hidden now, tucked behind the screens.

Jack is about to yell at him, but he stops. Stares. And Hook notices the intensity of the look, rubs a hand along the back of his neck as though the scrutiny embarrasses him. "What?" he asks.

"Uh," Jack says, because how...does one phrase this correctly? At a loss, he raises one finger and just sort of gestures at Hook’s neck. And collarbone. And shoulders. And he is so absolutely not gesturing any lower than that, despite the fact that the smudges of black most definitely continue beneath the waistband of his shorts.

Hook's face blanches. His chin cranes down, looking at the evidence that is, quite frankly, strewn across his skin, a constellation of black paint in long drags. "Fuck," he hisses, rubbing at one of the marks smeared across his chest, as though it traced the border of his pectoral muscle.

"You, uh, need like a towel or something?" Jack asks. He's trying really hard not to laugh, which he thinks he should get credit for, because...come on. Hook is covered.

"Jesus Christ," Hook mumbles, and holy shit, his face is bright red. Jack had never seen anything like it. He's frantically rubbing at all the marks he can see, but he obviously can't see the ones that have been pulled up along his jaw, as though someone drug their mouth straight up to catch his earlobe.

"So I take it you guys got back together," Jack says. He takes pity on the man; Hook looks a half second away from bolting and never, ever coming back. "That tweet really worked, did it?"

"Please don't," Hook pleads. Jack grabs a towel from the stacked bleachers nearby and starts trying to get one of the marks on Hook’s neck off. His ears are positively crimson.

Jack bites back a laugh. "Look, dude, I'm not judging, but, y'know, people are gonna figure this out. Not many people wear black lipstick here."

"I...I don't..." Hook's at a loss for words, doing bid best to smudge off the black heading down, down, down. Ha. Jack's gonna use this against him for years. Hook looks up, helpless, eyes wide. "Please."

"Yeah, I'm trying," Jack says. "But after this, you owe me, you know? You owe me so much."

"I'll do anything," Hook mumbles. His cheeks could rival a traffic light, they're so flushed. "Just please don't tell anyone."

"I won't." Jack pauses, gets one of the marks beneath Hook’s chin off and wipes his fingers on the towel. "Things seem good."

When Hook stares at him, a deer in the headlights, Jack grins. "Good, right?"

"Yeah," Hook mumbles, ducking his head down like he can hide. "Things are good."

"Happy for you, dude. Mostly cause I was afraid for awhile there I was gonna get killed or something."

Hook might huff out half a laugh, or kind of a sob; Jack can't tell. He just smiles, continuing to wipe what he can free, with warmth blossoming through his chest, because, hey. It's rare that people like them get happy endings, right? Nice to see it finally working out.

"Hey," Jack says. They've got most of the evidence off now; small favors.

Hook raises his gaze again, questioning. And Jack shrugs. "Thanks for being my friend anyway."

Something in Hook’s face softens, ever so slightly. Not for the first time, Jack thinks Hook was just as desperate for a friend as he was, lonely in a way the word can never wholly describe.

"Yeah," Hook says, the corners of his mouth curving up a little. "You, too."

"Let's go kick some ass?" Jack offers.

"Yeah," Hook agrees, with more strength. "Let's go."

[soranihimawari]

24-hour smudge proof

A short about something I saw earlier:

Word count:

Pairing: friends->lovers: kuroo x reader

Rating: 17+

Warnings: two 18 year olds have miscommunication & make out

Notes: in my inbox drafts for a while…unedited 😑

𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅， 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 ．𝗀𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌

You remember the first time you tried the new Revlon Color Last lipstick. It was advertised as a 12-hour formula for lasting lipwear. Smudge proof. You nearly hugged your television when you turned eighteen. Y’see your school and even your parents were on the side of “no make up unless special occasion (or club activities for festival days)” where as being in the makeup department for theater and arts club were the specialty clubs excused.

You loved to paint, more with eyeshadows and foundations, yet here you were at eighteen, sprucing up your natural makeup with a Sakura-pink hue. It’s the most flattering pink you own outside of Barbie doll fuscha and not as mature as Snow White Red which came out that year. Contrary to popular belief, you had just been asked out on your first date by your classmate since middle school—he played a team sport and on good faith asked if you were free Saturday night. Mentioned he’s been thinking about confessing for a little over a year now, so you agree. Today was just a test date, you remind yourself in the mirror. Liking each other has little to nothing to do with this. Little do either of you knows you’re about to embark on learning a more intimate part of the other.

So, you board the nearly packed train to the aquarium. A few minutes go by and you see him at the entrance. He’s dressed just as casually as you are, and you notice he has a small token in his hands. He hands you the hair pin with a cat on it.

“Flowers were too expensive,” he sheepishly apologizes.

“Thank you,” you smile telling him it’s alright. “I think these are way better Tetsurō.”

You’re calling him by first name? His heart nearly falters at that. Blinking golden irises mask the blush forming on his cheeks. Jesus, you should warn a guy when you’re gonna call them by their name, his inner voice says.

“You look cute,” he gets his bearing right.

You compliment his outfit too. He holds your digital tickets on his phone and a polite, “shall we?” is heard.

You hold his hand as you take the lead in guiding him in where you want to go. Both of you explore the monthly exhibits and the classic shark aquarium. You take photos together with a seaside frame. He keeps the bottom two that print and the top two go to you; you’re securely tugged into his side and the bashfulness in your closeness is masked by a near kiss when your lips almost mark the corner of his mouth. He slyly teases you by smiling a bit wider a little more shocked in his expression on the second picture. maybe it’s your favorite one because for a moment, though brief, you can say with confidence, Kuroo Tetsurō, Nekoma Third Year, the scheming captain, had eyes only for you.

The rest of the date goes on as sweetly planned. It ends around dinner time and you coincidentally knew of a small French restaurant that won’t break the bank. He walks with you, talking about how excited he is for inter-murals to start.

“I’ll be there,” you smile. A small fist is raised moderately high and you hear him chuckle.

“You better be,” he holds your hand and pushes it down.

“Kuroo…,” You don’t fight the comfort his hold brings. Rather, you relax your hand in his.

“YLN.”

“…I, how can I say this?”

You’re nervous, he can tell by how tense your shoulders are becoming.

“I’m not the one you should be here with,” you say after exhaling a deep breath. There is a brief look of embarrassment on his features. Still worried about that? Why? He ponders.

“If you’re implying I should be here without you, then perhaps I wasn’t very clear when I asked you on this date,” Kuroo leans forward to bring a kiss to your knuckles. “I lied about using you to go on this date because I liked someone else.”

You feel your blush only adds to the stunned look you give him.

“Eh?!”

“Shh!” An elderly couple hushes you, unaware of what had transpired. Kuroo shrugs and you lean back uttering how you’re going maim Morisuke for gossiping behind your back.

“Hey, hey,” Kuroo brings your out of your two step plan to ruin Morisuke’s chances overseas as a joke. “Breathe.”

You do exactly that and as you calm down, you hit your head on the table with an a abhorrent thump!

“Should I come back?” The waiter had graciously brought you your meals, but alas, when your non-date-date explains, the server just rolls their eyes saying it’s the fourth time this week. You nervously laugh saying to come back, apologizing for the scene.

Over the course of the meal, Kuroo is an open book to any and all questions concerning his newly formed affection for you.

“About a month ago?” You nearly choke on your chai tea.

“Promise you won’t beat me up too?”

You nod. “It depends.”

And so, Kuroo enlightens you the thing known as ‘the list.’ All captains of the sports team have a yearly list of people they think are highly attractive.

“It’s for the yearbook, that’s how it started,” he explains.

“…okaaay…?”

Then it dawns on you, someone put your name on the list. That someone being the jerk who couldn’t take no for an answer.

“And I told him no one can have you unless I try first.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you muse, yet you have a darker expression set in. Kuroo thought you were angry about being on the list, you were, but that’s not why.

“So you basically asked me out to save me the embarrassment from some other guy?!” You’re whisper yelling now. “That’s even worse than being asked out on a date or a bet! Tetsurō, we’re friends, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Are you really that mad at me?” his voice is more shocked than anything. “Oh, oh no.”

You’re pretty face looks crestfallen when you abruptly stand, thank him for spending time with you, but you leave. He doesn’t have the heart to stop you, it was a fifty-fifty chance you’d be highly upset. Kuroo didn’t know it would be the worse possible outcome.

You don’t talk to him for three weeks. Avoiding the captain is easier because outside of the shared classes you have third years, you pay him no mind. Kai and Morisuke are mortified when Kuroo tells them what occurred, but one of them enlightens their captain as to why you were so angry (something about it’s your choice who to date and who to decline that privilege and though his heart was in the right place, Kuroo took away that power of choice from you).

Within that time, the silence had become too much. You still talk to the others just fine from the team, but you still ignore your friend. You’re having trouble processing the fact he not only confesses, yet finding out about “the list” as the motivator for Kuroo to finally confess doesn’t sit right with you. Texts and calls slowly diminish until the screen with his name has been made up of dry humor and possibly even drier “how do you do’s.” None of which go answered for days at a time from you.

Kuroo eventually gets sick worried over how cold you’re being. First it starts with him being more introverted than before. It was like he reverted backward to when he was in elementary school: shy and observant. Then came the skipping of meals or barely eating because he would spend lunch breaks with you or vice versa; his bentos usually taste the best when shared, so why would he eat only a little less than half? After the terrestrial downpour which started over the weekend, Kuroo forgets his umbrella and catches the worse cold he’s had since the flu came around the first year hallway two years ago. You don’t find out any of this until you’re pulled out of class by Kenma of all people.

“Kodzuken?” you say flatly. “Kuroo sent you too?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“You’re here about what happened?”

The duo toned kid nods.

“I know about the fabled list. I’m on it, aren’t I? Did you know too and you’re here to beg forgiveness on his behalf?”

“…he’s been dealing with a fever, so he’s not here, I’m here because I told our mutual best friend to tell you the truth and he does care. He’s an idiot you’ve known this.”

“Rewind, he’s sick?”

“Kuroo’s been sort of depressed since he came back to school and he’s been stressed since the upcoming practice match with Karasuno. So,” kenma looks at you. “What are you going to do?”

.

.

.

You never bounced your leg out of habit with anxiety, yet you do so as you sit on the train en route to Kuroo’s. He may be an idiot, but you still care. Sure, you needed a month to process, yet Kenma of all people talked you into seeing the scheming captain on a whim. Your texts and concerned voicemails are delivered, but not replied to, so you take it upon yourself asking for extra worksheets and assignments used for his classes. Kuroo and you were varied, but balanced students, so it was no problem to hand over the coursework to you. The teachers were grateful, even Nekomata-sensei.

“Team and practice needs their captain, yn-chan,” he pats your shoulder.

“I know,” you answer. Small smile drags across your face.

Now outside the door with the inscribed Kuroo plaque, you knock on the door twice. By the third and final “panic” knock, Kuroo swings the door wide open. His gel pack on his forehead slides askew, he’s wearing a Christmas sweater you got him with sailor moon motifs at the bottom, and his nose is a little pink. Kuroo is worse for wear, but boy does his heart leap when he sees a concerned you fussing over his cold. His pajama pants are a day old and he stands aside while you bully yourself into his abode.

“…and these are from physics, college algebra one, and—”

“YN,” he interjects.

You ignore him.

“Modern English and Japanese are here in this folder, history there…”

“YN.”

He is holding every paper you hand him, placing the neat stack on the kitchen coffee table now. Stepping toward you, peeling the gel pack off, Kuroo grips your shoulders, relief written all over his features, and he shakes you gently after explaining you can stay if you like.

“We have time,” Kuroo gives you a soft stare.

You frown with your brows, but his clammy hand cups your face instead. Heeding his request to breathe with him, he sort of wears a lopsided smile. You’re here, for him, worried and upset he didn’t take care of himself like he normally would.

“YN, I’m fine. You’re here to make sure I didn’t die, yes?”

“But you got sick because I stopped talking to you, Kenma said so.”

Kuroo waits for you to stop rambling on about how you heard second hand how he got sick. His palm never stopped rubbing your cheekbone. You ramble when you’re worried, he can hear the unsure breaks in your voice.

“Oi,” His body stands closer to you now.

Quickly, one arm steadies your shoulder, the other snakes around your hips and he abruptly pulls you forward and higher. Your eyes focus on the ground instead of where Kuroo’s seem dead set on. You continue going off about derivatives until Kuroo leans down and kisses your lips shut. It’s a bold move, one he’ll regret later passing on his cold to you, useful and effective. You feel his smile against yours when you instantaneously hold him by his plush sweater. The stronger the grip you have, the more you’re losing your stance on annoyed refined and well placed anger—then it takes you a full fifteen seconds to start kissing him back. He gasps a little when you sneakily slide an arm across his broadening shoulders. Gods you drive him insane, even if you want to part, you can’t because the second you do, Kuroo’s breath dances across you Cupid’s bow.

“Can you be quiet for a second?”

Your noses bump against the other as you nod. Eyes opening back up wide, yet drowsy have a flirtatious gleam reflect back to the other. You inhale briefly tilting your head to one side a little curious in the expanding silence.

“Good because I’m about to kiss you again with your permission, ok?”

You blink, understanding whatever he just said meant and you easily lose the shake ground you formerly stood with him. Hungrier and greedy, that’s what his lips are; tender with promise are how his arms holds you; and when you lead, you feel his heartbeat through the sweater. Your cool hands sneak underneath the fabric and he stutters, almost slipping his tongue into your mouth again.

“Careful,” The word is swallowed by your mouth on his, returning the adoration felt from him.

This goes on for five plus minutes until he pulls away to a disappointed you. He sort of chuckles when you answer if it was something you did. Pulling down your uniform shirt and you his sweater, you stay comfortably close.

“No,” Kuroo slyly smiles. His hands play with your hair trying to smother it down now. “You just…?”

“Mm, so I did,” your middle and forefinger press against his pursed lips. Mirthful laughter behind graham cracker hazel eyes and your stifle giggle has kuroo biting an embarrassed smirk into the crook of your neck. You’re affectionately running both hands through the roosters nest of noir hair and he thanks his stars you forgave him.

“Don’t care about some stupid list,” you say. “And yes, whatever we are now, we’re going to be just fine…”

Kuroo just lets out a sputtered laugh before biting your cheek affectionately.

“Be my girlfriend,” his voice is saccharine brimming with forgiveness. His lips press against your higher cheekbone this time, feeling the muscles twinge with a small smirk. You remain quiet though. “Please, YN?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I think my sick boyfriend should go back to bed, hmm?”

You pat his shoulder when you wiggle out of his hold in his family kitchen. Unbeknownst to either of you, the front porch door chime had rang signaling someone’s return home. Thank goodness you two sat at the kitchen counter talking about how math these days are filled with nothing but the minimum calculus equations both of you have come to like; physics can wait.

Both Kuroo and you, for now, talk about finding limits, yet the laws of thermodynamics can wait when he shows up to classes two days later and you? Over the weekend, you text your boyfriend from bed, cursing him out for all those times you and him spent time together (though brief) because now you’re about to find out just how spoiled being Kuroo Tetsurō’s significant other actually is. And believe you me, it’s quite fun having him come over with some rice porridge from his granny, have him help you out of your blanket burrito, just so you could sit side by side and watch a comfort film—typically a musicals—and a majority of the time he comes over after you beat the flu, he helps you test out all twenty four color last lipsticks. His favorite one? The one you continue buying for three years until they discontinue the old formula.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 14: Crash! Boom! Bang

Details for this chapter: Rating: Explicit Warnings: no warnings Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Tags: Angst, some smut, possessive Steve Harrington. See all tags etc for the whole story on AO3.

Summary: Steve's all heartbroken for Billy being so far away. And realizing that maybe he shouldn't have let Billy go alone.

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Steve buried himself in work while Billy was gone. He told himself that it was because he wanted to use this extra time well, but in reality, it was to keep himself from falling apart. Billy being so far away felt like someone had cut his left arm off. He could function, but nothing was the same. It was scary how soon he had gotten so attached to someone. He had never felt like this towards anyone else. But with Billy everything was just right. And he knew Billy felt the same.

To ease his longing, Steve spent time in the room behind the kitchen where Billy's things, books, some furniture he wanted to move with him, and the rest of his wardrobe were waiting for him to come back. They had decided to turn the room into a library room and it would also be Billy's workspace.

Being in the room felt like he was closer to Billy because everything in it smelled like him.

He had noticed it the day after all of the things had been moved in. He'd supervised the move himself, and just closed the door afterwards, not giving it another thought. When he walked into the room the following day, the smell had taken him back to their very first night together in an instant.

Billy moaning his name, riding on his lap, on the verge of coming. Sheen of sweat on his skin after being edged for...Steve didn't remember how long anymore. The loose strands of hair that had escaped from his bun plastered to his forehead and to his cheek, lipstick smudged in the corner of his mouth, tiny flakes of mascara shed under his eyes, and black streaks from his eyeliner on his cheeks where the tears had fell earlier when he had come so hard that he had cried.

Billy had looked imperfect in the most perfect of ways, all the perfection from earlier, one he'd no doubt worked hard to achieve with immaculate make-up and all kinds of skincare and hair products and careful selection of clothes, ruined by Steve fucking his brains out. Billy wanted him to do it, submitted to him again and again. They'd had the perfect dynamic from the beginning. To Steve, Billy had looked more beautiful then than at any point since learning of him being the one from his dreams.

And when Billy had come with the most beautiful o-face Steve had ever seen on anyone and spilled his cum on Steve's stomach as if marking him, he remembered thinking this is it, I've found the one. This the person I want to grow old with. I want no one else. I'll be faithful to him, cherish him, love him, marry him, have a family with him.

All of this was why Billy being in Europe was so damn hard. Steve didn't want them to be apart. He wanted to be close to Billy and share everything with him. Yes, Billy was absolutely free to do anything he wanted, even travel to the other side of the world without him if he so chose to. Steve wouldn't stop him from doing so, ever. He was a vouched believer of 'If you love someone, set them free'.

He would just be in pain until Billy came back.

Steve had just come home from the office, unusually early, when his phone rang. It was Billy. "Hello gorgeous! How's Europe?" "Still on the other side of the world than where you are," came Billy's quiet answer. "Don't remind me. I'm counting the days until..." "Baby, I want to come home," Billy interrupted Steve. Steve smiled. “I won’t lie, your words are music to my ears.” He frowned. ”But just yesterday, you said that you were having such a good time, and you were happy to be there." Billy said nothing, but Steve could hear him sniffling. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned. "I...um..." Billy started, but his voice cracked. Steve heard more sniffling. "Billy, you're worrying me. Did something happen? I told Rob to call me if something went wrong, but I haven't heard of him." "It's not...it's-it's nothing like that. I, uh...I just..." Billy stuttered. Steve had suddenly a terrible feeling that something he had been afraid would happen, had happened. He tried to brush the thought away. "Baby, it's ok, you don't have to explain. I'll send the plane..." "I want to come home on the next available flight." That surprised Steve, and also made him freak out a bit. "Billy, what's going on? Are you sure you're alright?" Billy blew his nose. "I...yeah, I'm ok. Just, uh...got really homesick suddenly." “Ok...” Steve said hesitantly. ”Hey, you never have to ask a permission to come home. Do you already have a ticket or…”

Steve was interrupted by Billy suddenly letting out a sob and speaking to someone else, someone who was probably on the other side of a door, because Steve could hear only a muffled voice. "I'm not interested. Just...go away," Billy said to them. Then he paused to listen. Billy let out a laugh. "That is a sad, sad last try and I'm not going to listen to it anymore. Just fucking go!" Billy shouted.

After a while of silence, Billy returned to the phone. He barely held back another sob. "Sor-sorry," he stuttered. Hearing Billy sob so miserably broke Steve's heart. But the words he had said to that someone else burned in his ears, and dark thoughts flooded his head. “Billy, I love you. We can fix anything that's happened,” he said gently. Billy let out a deep breath. ”Nothing happened.”

Steve stiffened, and he had to walk to the living room and sit down on one of the couches. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. “Billy, I'm going to ask you a question,” he said slowly, “and I want you to be honest with me.” He paused. ”Can you please do that?" Billy just sniffled on the other end. "Billy. Can you please do that?" Steve asked again. "Yes," Billy whispered after a while.

Steve took a slow, deep breath. "Does what happened have anything to do with Eddie?" Billy took a deep breath and let out a sob. Steve clenched his teeth. "I need you to say it. Please." After a moment of silence, Billy replied: "Yes."

Steve grimaced. Hearing the confirmation felt like someone had pushed an ice cold dagger straight through his heart. He squeezed his thigh with his other hand so hard that his nails dug into it painfully. He had known ever since meeting Eddie that something was not right between him and Billy, and he should've trusted that gut feeling from the start. "Billy," he started, and his voice shook from anger, "anything that happened..." "Nothing happened, I swear..." Billy cried. Steve shook of anger. "Billy!" he snapped, louder and tighter than he had ever spoken to Billy before. In the other end Billy fell silent. Even his sobs were gone. "Listen to me. I'm going to say this only once. You hear me?" Steve continued with the tight tone. "Yes," Billy finally whispered.

"I'll get you a ticket for the next flight. Rob will make sure you get on it," Steve said in a softer tone. "I love you and whatever happened, we can work it out." He paused. "But I need you to be on that plane. I don't want any stories about getting stuck in traffic, or being late at the gate, or whatever else reason you might have for missing the flight. You will walk to the airport if that's how you'll make it on time. When I send you the flight details, you'll leave for the airport even if it means you'll wait there until tomorrow evening. I need you to come home and you are going to do it on that flight. Do you understand?" Billy swallowed audibly. “Yes.”

Hearing Billy say it, Steve felt relieved and was overwhelmed by his own emotions. “Billy, you do not know how much I love you. You've made me the happiest man on Earth by letting me be your man, by wanting me—hell, just by having me. I worship the ground under your feet and I would move mountains for you. Because of all that, you're free to do whatever you want to and make choices that make you happy. I want you to be happy, because seeing you happy makes me happy.” He paused and drew in a breath. “But if you're not on that flight...I have no option but to make my own conclusions about what choice you've made. Do you understand?” “I do,” Billy replied barely audibly. “I will be on it.” Steve let out a deep breath. “Thank you,” he whispered. "Yeah," Billy said quietly. Steve smiled faintly. “I'll call you when I get the ticket. It shouldn't take long.”

Billy threw his phone on the bed and buried his face into his hands. He couldn't help but to cry, again. He messed a good thing up – again. He should've known it wouldn't take much for Steve to figure out he hadn't told him everything about his history with Eddie. Steve must've known the moment Eddie walked into the penthouse. Steve wouldn't be where he was in life if he was stupid and oblivious to what happened around him. Not to mention with someone he loved. He should've been open about it earlier. All this might've been avoided then. Or if he just hadn't left at all and just stayed at home with Steve, where he belonged.

From now on he would sort this out and tell Steve everything, and in the future not keep any secrets from him, and hope that Steve would still want to be with him despite everything.

When his head cleared and the tears finally stopped pooling in his eyes, Billy took a shower and started packing. Rob had already packed, so they packed Billy's things together . Half an hour later Billy's phone pinged with the flight details, and Steve called to ensure he got everything he needed for the flight. Billy would fly out at nine am next morning and wouldn't look back at his history with someone else ever again.

In the early morning hours Billy's phone bleeped. He hadn't been able to sleep properly anyway, so he turned and grabbed the phone from the night stand, thinking it might be Steve.

He looked at the images on the screen, but they didn't make any sense to him. He knew what was going on in them, but with whom was the baffling part. He sat upright, and scrolled through them again and again. Slowly what they were was starting to hit home. "Is this a fucking joke?" he said out loud.

He jumped out of the bed, and stormed to the corridor and towards Eddie's room. He banged his door furiously, not caring even a bit if anyone else in the whole fucking hotel woke up to it. "Open the fucking door Munson! If this is your doing I'm going to gut you alive!"

[biteofcherry]

I love the thought of Lloyd kidnapping his wife and training her to be the perfect little housewife and then once she’s good and learns he’s so soft with her and a loving hubby but turns immediately as soon as she steps one foot outta line 😳

Paradise island

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

warnings: housewife kink; kidnapping; forced relationship; dub-con; discipline; smut;

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“Look at you, sunshine” Lloyd murmured, his gaze appreciative as it slid over your body.

“Ain’t you perfect,” he hummed, pressing his thumb against your lips and smudging your red lipstick - a stroke of ruby red against your cheek. 

He slipped that thumb into your mouth, grinning triumphantly when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked without prompting.

You were quickly learning to attend to his whims, predict them too. A self preservation instinct to avoid a repeat of the pain he bestowed upon you when you fought back. The fire in you seemed to turn Lloyd on, but not as much as he enjoyed putting it down by making you yield.

The welts on your ass and tights were still raised after Lloyd used a rattan cane on you. 

It was thin and flexible, and hurt like motherfucker.

Hurt more than his bare hand he used on you at first. Perhaps also because when Lloyd spanked you, he fingered you too, made you cum and made you love the ache of it. 

The cane brought no instant pleasure, only tears and burning that lasted long.  

Afterwards, Lloyd made you clean the house in nothing but an apron, so he could watch:

“My disobedient wife carrying marks of my discipline as she learns her place.”

Your place was supposed to be as his sweet housewife; a twisted version of it he started fantasizing about after watching you interact with your actual husband. Whom Lloyd killed. 

The contract for your husband’s head came first and it was as Lloyd carried it out that he got a chance to see you. You knew by now that your husband would be dead anyway, but it didn’t fully erase your guilt. There was still that voice in the back of your head wondering if he could survive if Lloyd didn’t develop a sick obsession with you.

You don’t know if it was the apple pie that you baked that day, or the happy smile on your face as you walked barefoot into the backyard to hang out freshly washed sheets, or maybe he saw you hike up your skirt and ride your husband on a chair by the kitchen table.

Whatever instigated Lloyd’s fantasies, he was adamant on making them come true for him immediately.

He took you from your home, after disposing of your husband. His laugh sinister and his promises lewd as he injected you with something. 

You woke hours later in a house on a private island, no other people to help you out, no boat to take you away across the endless ocean. 

Weeks of rebelling, crying, trying to fight Lloyd physically. Weeks of manipulation, sweet and condescending words, discipline that twisted your mind with how it combined pain and pleasure. You finally started giving in, started accepting there’s no other way to live your life out now than to play into Lloyd’s housewife kink and spare yourself more suffering.

What’s worse, you began settling in. Focusing on simple, daily chores relaxed you. Frantic thoughts about lost life had no chance to bloom when you had your hands busy and your mind set on thinking of how to please your husband each day. 

You went on long walks; sometimes alone, sometimes hand in hand with Lloyd. The island was like a little paradise. The sand was nearly white, so soft beneath your feet. Green tones of trees and bushes were more lush, and the flowers bloomed in splashes of brilliant colors.

The water was so clear you could see and chase little, colorful fish. Cool on your sun-heated skin as you traded through it, or swam. In scandalous bikinis or naked, so Lloyd could enjoy the view as he watched from a lounging chair, sipping on a drink.

When you gave in, Lloyd gave back in return. 

With expensive gifts, as well the more meaningful ones that made your head spin in confusion (like a swing he had delivered and built for you in a shaded nook in the garden). He often lavished you with his attention and time, when he wasn't away on a mission. Weirdly, he gave you more attention than your late husband had.

His dick was more than your late husband's, too.

Lloyd loved to fuck you. A lot. It was never love making, even if he took you slow and gentle it had a raw edge to it that couldn't be described as anything other than fucking.

He fucked you so good you forgot your own name. Turned you into a mess, only able to mewl and cry.

There wasn't a space or an occasion Lloyd wouldn't use for sexual adventures. And he made them unforgettably creative.

So you wore the dresses he bought you. Cooked meals and baked pies. You cleaned the house, tended the garden, went on walks along the beach. 

And you stood perfectly still when Lloyd came back home after a business trip and ran a thorough inspection.

Not much a house inspection, more a wife inspection.

His piercing blue eyes bore into yours, checking if the rebellious fire was dimmed. His words sweet, but provoking, testing your submission. His touch made sure your body still responded as eagerly as he trained you to.

As he’s done now.

Lloyd pressed your tongue down with his thumb, until more saliva pooled in and you gurgled. He withdrew his digit after a moment, delicately took your fingers into his hand and twirled you around three times. 

The skirt of your dress flared, your bare feet sliding on the polished hardwood floors. 

He pulled you to him, his hand firm against your back as he kept you in place while he slid his other hand beneath your dress. His pleasant hum at finding you bare made you drop your shoulders in relief; he was happy with you. 

“Now tell me, Sunshine, what are we making for dinner?” He kissed you, almost softly, just a hint of his usual roughness. His mustache tickled your upper lip, as his fingers brushed over your folds. 

“We?” You blinked, surprised. “You- you’re going to help?” 

Lloyd often watched you cook, if he was in the house at the time. Occasionally he handed you ingredients, but he never attempted to actually cook. No, that was a wife’s duty. 

“Of course,” he flashed you a grin that instantly had your heart jumping, “I’ll help you work on your focus.”

He turned you around, leading you to the kitchen counter. You braced your hands against it as Lloyd pulled your dress up over your ass. 

“You’ll do your best preparing dinner and I’ll introduce you to our new project.”

You didn't have the courage to ask about the project. Knowing Lloyd it will be something that leaves you torn and gasping, giving in anyway, even if your mind screams No.

Lloyd dropped to his knees behind you. His lips trailed along one of the welts on your ass, treating your bruised skin with tenderness. You knew better than to assume it's guilt or care, more likely reverent appreciation of his own handwork.

"You look so beautiful with my marks," Lloyd licked one of the welts, from one edge to the other.

"Go on," he ushered you, noticing you weren't working on dinner. "I don't want us to stay hungry for long after I'm done with you."

With shaky hands you reached for the tomatoe. You had to still your breath as your fingers wrapped around the knife's handle.

It turned ragged quickly, anyway, as Lloyd spread your asscheeks and bit into your pussy. First expert licks between your folds were merely a prep before the assault. Lloyd's tongue drew zigzags across your cunt, dipping into your entrance then withdrawing to lash your clit with rapid licks.

A jolt of pleasure, when he sucked you to the brink of ecstasy, made you lose control of your limbs - your fingers squeezing half of a cut tomato, the juices squirting all over the counter.

You fell forward, trying to grasp at a fresh one, but you could only claw at the cool surface of the kitchen counter as Lloyd's mouth moved to your other hole.

He pushed his tongue into your rim at the same time thrusting two of his fingers into your fluttering channel.

A firm slap on your tender ass caused you to cry out, your legs kicking out in futile attempt to save you from the onslaught.

And yet your cunt tightened around Lloyd's fingers.

"Sunshine-" he sang the word playfully as he stood up and pressed himself against you.

His mustache tickled your ear when he pressed his lips to it, his tongue licking lewdly over the shell.

The sound of a zipper lowering had you tense up in anticipation of that insanely good stretch. No matter how many times Lloyd took you, it seemed his cock was always too big for your pussy to get used to.

"We have to work on your multitasking skills." Lloyd chuckled, kicking your legs wider apart.

"You will need it when our little rascals start running around."

Your didn't fully register his words, the slam of his cock making your brain sizzle with s different shock. You shattered in a sudden climax, your body involuntarily opening up to Lloyd's project.

"Fuck yeah!" He moaned, pushing your head down on the counter, your cheek pressed into tomato pulp, as he pounded into you.

[iwaizumis-bitch]

what makes them cum

content warnings: nsfw mdni, all characters are 18+, possessiveness, marking, oral (both receiving), size kink

multiple characters x female reader

the scream of his name as he presses his hips against yours once again, tip kissing your cervix. a ball of possessiveness filled his mind as the thought of you screaming anyone elses name like this, anyone else seeing you like this. his grip on your hips was harsh enough to leave bruises there for you to see for the next day but he didn't give a shit, because nothing else mattered at the moment except for filling you with his cum.

before he even knew it, his hips were stuttering as he spilled his hot cum inside of you, biting down on your shoulderblade and marking you as his.

IWAIZUMI, ukai, hanamaki, KENMA, sakusa

the sight of mascara running down your cheeks, bright lipstick smudged everywhere as your lips stretched around his cock, still sucking after the rough face fucking you just received.

'still sucking after all that, hm?', he teased, not breaking eye contact with you.

you hummed around his cock in response, sending vibrations through his shaft as you pulled off with a pop, sending him an innocent smile before swallowing and lubricating your mouth again, before placing your lips around just his tip, sliding your tongue up and down his sensitive slit as his orgasm washed over him all of a suddden, painting your tongue white.

tsukishima, BOKUTO, daichi, KUROO KUROO KUROO,, oikawa

the way your pussy clenches around him, practically milking him as you let soft little mewls out right next to his ear, telling him how big and strong he is and how you're gonna cum so hard. it's the way you keep telling him how much it hurts and he's not even moving yet, just letting you adjust to his size as you let out a sweet gasp, rocking your hips slightly. his hands find their way to your hips, sending one cheap thrust into your spongy spot, as he came at the same time as you, a deep groan leaving his lips.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, kyoutani, tendou???,, ISSEI<33, miya twins <33, aran

the taste of you. he's on his knees between your spread legs absolutely devouring your sloppy cunt. he relishes in your sweet moans as he humps his cock against the front of the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead. you're close to your maybe 5th orgasm, when he finally reaches down with one hand and starts to tug at his cock, shoving his nose into your pussy as he inhaled your scent,. ribbons were shooting from his cock as you gushed all over his mouth and chin, broken moans barely audible over the ringing in your ears before you passed out.

HINATA, BOKUTO, lev......, GOSHIKI OMG, dare i say NISHINOYA.....??,,, atsumu

taglist: @izulve @ochakoakabane @rinny-babe @poemsrzdy@kageyama-i-want-tobiors @d1lfluvr @chaotic-fangirl-blog

[doctorstethoscope]

The Shirt || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

Hi besties, here is some smut for your Tuesday evening! No real reason I just had a rough day at work and wanted to write something self-indulgent. 

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI 

contains: sir/daddy kink, thigh riding, dom aaron, spanking, degradation, oral (f receiving) penetrative sex

wordcount: 2.7k

Aaron was beginning to wonder if he needed to brush up and take a profiling course. You’d been sitting across from him in his office, stabbing and picking at your salad for the better part of the last twenty minutes, and he still couldn’t figure out what was wrong. 

You couldn’t be mad at him, he figured, or else you wouldn’t have joined him for lunch. You’d been joking around with everyone in the bullpen all morning, so no problems there. Maybe it was something with your parents? He knew your mother had called a couple weeks ago and gotten on your nerves, but you’d seemed to have moved past that. He was at a total loss. 

“Did you sleep okay?” He tried, knowing full well that you had. He practically had to pull you out of bed this morning. 

“Yeah, I did,” you looked up from your salad and smiled at him. 

So she’s definitely not mad at me, Aaron thought to himself. “You feeling okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, baby. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”  You shook your head, looking back down at the lettuce you were meticulously poking. 

“Whatever it is, it’s clearly not nothing,” he chuckled. “You’ve hardly touched your lunch and you can barely look me in the eye.” 

“We can talk about it later, Aaron.” You told him. 

“Oh, so now there is something to talk about!” He said, victorious. “Spill.” 

“You really don’t want to know.” You warned, and he reached across the table to take your hand in his. 

“Of course I do.” He tells you, looking you in the eye and trading his previous mirth for a look of concern. 

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks before you even spoke. “You look really, really good today.” You confessed lowly. 

“Oh?” Aaron asked, confused. 

“And I can’t focus, because all I can think about is crawling under that desk and pulling down your fly and--”

“Naughty girl,” Aaron cooed, and you laughed. 

“I tried to warn you.” you said, looking down at your food again, embarrassed. 

“That you did.” He agreed with a smirk on his face. 

“You don’t have to look so pleased about it, you know.” You rolled your eyes at him, and he stepped out of his chair, moving to the other side of the desk to tilt your chin up and kiss you. 

“I’m smiling,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again, “because I’m thinking of everything I’m going to do to you the minute we cross the threshold tonight.” He leaves your lips to plant a kiss on your jawline and you’re standing up and throwing your arms around him in an instant, grateful for his closed blinds. He indulges you for another moment, although you're certain it’s only to get you more hot and bothered, before separating his mouth from you and giving your ass a quick slap. 

“Now, go back to your desk and try to behave, and we’ll see what kind of fun you’ve earned when we get home.” He whispered in your ear and you shuttered. 

“Yes sir,” you whispered back, not daring to look him in the eye for fear that your knees would buckle. 

The anticipation for the rest of the day was torture, for both you and Aaron. But he could at least have the good grace not to hide it so well. You tried not to look like you were rushing out of the office, but in truth you didn’t know how much longer you could be patient for. You silently thanked whatever God was out there that Jack had taken the bus home with a friend for a sleepover this afternoon as you slipped into the passenger’s seat of Aaron’s SUV for the ride home, anticipation building even further in your stomach. Aaron wrapped an arm behind your seat to pull out of the parking lot, and you watched him out of the corner of your eye. He caught you, and smirked, moving his hand to land on your thigh, pulling you towards him and lighting your skin on fire, even through the material of your dress pants. 

“Aaron,” you mumbled, but he cut you off. 

“Ah, ah. You’ve been such a good girl all afternoon. Don’t spoil it now.” 

You let out an almost imperceptible whimper at his words, but willed yourself to be quiet, worrying your bottom lip against your teeth as Aaron traced patterns into your thigh with his long fingers. Goddamn tease.

He’s silent for the whole drive, letting the consistent motion of his index finger against your thigh do all the talking. You’re breathing so heavily you’re sure he can hear you, but you don’t dare make a sound. By the time Aaron parks the car at home you’re practically buzzing with excitement. He unbuckles his seatbelt, and leans across you to undo yours. 

“We are going to have so much fun this evening,” He whispered before kissing you breathless. You brought your hands to either side of his face, letting him trace his tongue over your teeth before he pulled away. You saw your lipstick smudged on the corner of his mouth and smiled. 

 “For the sake of public decency, we should probably take this inside.” Aaron says, and you open your car door, leaving your purse and his briefcase in the car. He follows you, snaking an arm around you to open the front door for you and let you in first. The door is shut by the weight of your body slamming against it once you are both inside, Aaron not even bothering to flick a light switch before he attached his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that made your toes curl. 

“I’ve been thinking about taking you all afternoon,” Aaron confessed into your collarbone, moving his hand to unbutton your trousers. “Thinking about how pretty you are going to sound screaming my name when I make you cum.” 

You threw your head back against the door. “Aaron,” you moaned out, working with him to shove your pants down your legs as you kicked your heels off and across the room. 

“Exactly. It’ll be just like that, but louder.” He teased you, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. He slotted his knee in between your legs once your pants were discarded, already able to feel how wet you were against him. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out, pushing his suit off his shoulders and digging your nails into his back through his shirt. 

“Darling, you’re practically ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you. What did it for you? What was it that made you so needy that you were ready to crawl underneath my desk and take my cock into your mouth, feet away from all of our coworkers?” 

You bucked against his thigh as he talked, and he smirked, bringing a hand to rest against your cheek. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you loved and hated him for it in equal measure. “Y-your shirt.” you gasped out.

“My shirt?” He asked, genuinely confused. It was a regular button up shirt, the same type he always wore under his suits. 

“It’s tight.” You stammered out. “And you’re not wearing an undershirt.” 

“Neither are you,” he countered, pulling your own shirt over your head and leaving you in your bra and panties. 

Despite the fact that you were already panting, practically naked, and all but riding his thigh in the doorway of your apartment, you felt a twinge of embarrassment admitting the next part. “I could see your pecs through your shirt. I was thinking about kissing my way down your chest and then sucking you off.” You admitted.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He smirked, and you let the ghost of a smile pass through your face. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, and then begins to kiss down your chest, along your ribcage, and in between your breast. You’re sure he’s going to give you mind blowing orgasms that make you forget about all this teasing, but you will yourself to remember if only so you can pay him back. He’s kissed all the way down to your belly button before he picks you up by the thighs and carries you to the bedroom. You wrap your arms around him and take the opportunity to kiss up the column of his neck, pulling his earlobe between your teeth gently before he lays you against the mattress.

He undresses quickly and takes a moment to look at you, cheeks flushed and hair spread over the pillows, chest heaving up and down with the weight of your arousal, and you’re tempted to whine, but you look into his eyes and know that he’s not doing it to tease you-- he’s adoring you. He’s committing every goosebump and every dimple and every beauty mark to memory, because he loves you. You smile. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispers against the skin of your breast, “That you can’t walk. You can’t talk. You’ll just be stuck here, blissed out and recovering all weekend. Does that sound good?”

“Yes sir,” you breathe out, and he gets to work. 

He sucks your nipple in between his teeth and immediately your hips buck up off of the mattress. Without abandoning his task, he moves a hand to pin your hips down, but that doesn’t stop you from blindly searching for friction. You were getting desperate, at this point. The hours between lunch and leaving the office had been foreplay all their own, and everything that had happened since you left the office had only intensified your need. He laved your other nipple against his teeth and moved his hand toward your slit, just barely tracing his way up to your clit. 

“You’re so needy. All for me.” He whispered. 

“All for you,” you confirmed breathlessly. 

“What am I going to have to do to keep you satisfied at work all day?” he asked, rubbing against your clit slowly, enjoying the pinch of your brow as you attempted to grind down on his hand. “Should I buy a special vibrator I can leave inside you while we work?” He asked, plunging a finger into you and you cry out. “Should I give you an orgasm right there at your desk, in front of the whole team, while I watch you from my office? Would that keep my little slut satisfied?” He asked, but true to his word you can barely speak. “Should we get you a little plug, angel?” He inquires as he sticks another finger in you. “Keep you good and stretched all day so you’re ready for me when we get home?” He teased you further, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “No, I’m not going to do that. You know why?” He asked, and you knew that this question wasn’t rhetorical. 

“Why?” You gasped out.

“Because,” he starts, inching his way down the mattress to plant a kiss on your hip bone, “I’m possessive, and I like that I’m the only person who can make you feel this good. No one knows your body like I do. No one can bring you to the edge like I do. Isn’t that right?” He asked, now face to face with your pussy and licking his lips in anticipation 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he whispers, and replaces his fingers with his tongue in an instant. 

“Fuck!” you scream in pleasure as he drinks from you like a man lost in the desert. You’re certain your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you’re reduced to one continuous drawn out moan as Aaron laps at you greedily for what could have been seconds or hours. Your thighs are shaking, and you feel so good you’re practically drooling. 

“Aar-- fuck, Aaron. If you keep this up I’m going to cum without you.” You warn him urgently. 

You feel his smirk against you before he responds. “I want you to cum, angel. Cum for daddy.” 

The new name does you in-- the rubber band snaps inside of you and you're bucking wildly against him as pleasure courses through you over and over and over again. “Fuck, thank you daddy. Thank you, thank you thank you,” you become a litany of gratitude, unable to form any other thought until you collapse against the mattress, chest heaving. Aaron sidles up against you, kissing you delicately and allowing you a moment to catch your breath.

“Did it live up to the fantasy?” Aaron asked once your breathing evened out. 

“Baby, in my fantasy, you were the one getting off.” You reminded him.

“Details,” he shrugged, kissing your shoulder. You smiled over at him. He was fully prepared to call it here, after giving you one of the best orgasms of your life and getting nothing in return, but you wouldn’t have it. You rolled over, straddling his thighs. “That particular detail is very important to me,” you countered, leaning down across his chest to suck at the base of his neck. He’d be able to cover the purple mark with the collar of his shirt, but you’d know, and that was enough. You start rolling your hips against him, and you feel the groan reverberate in his chest before you hear it. 

“Use me, sir. I’m ready. Use me,” you whisper in his ear, and he deftly maneuvers to enter you. You gasp, still sensitive from your first orgasm but overwhelmed with pleasure. He starts canting his hips up into you, and you get into a comfortable position, satisfied to meet him gently thrust for thrust. 

“You know, you’re lucky I didn’t tease you more after everything you put me through tonight,” you tell him, and he lets out a growl before flipping the two of you over. 

“Mouthy little brat,” he chastises you before lifting one of your thighs over his shoulder so he can drill even further into you. The change in angle is incredible and you’re crying out in moments. 

“I’m gonna cum again. Are you close?” You gasp out, and he turns his head to press a kiss against your leg. 

“Go ahead, doll. I’m right behind you,” he whispers tenderly, and you come undone, your second orgasm somehow even more powerful than the first. True to his word, Aaron comes just after you do, and you both collapse against the mattress and take a moment to catch your breath.

“You did so good, sweetheart. Was that good for you?’ Aaron asked, propping himself up on an elbow and brushing a piece of hair off of your forehead with his free hand. 

“Do you really have to ask?” 

“Of course I do,” he said, looking you in the eye so you knew you weren’t getting out of giving him an answer. 

“It was amazing, hon. You know I would tell you if you pushed too far.” You answer the question you knew he was really asking.

He smiled and leaned in to give you a quick kiss before rolling off of the mattress and padding into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. 

“Alright, sweet girl. Time to clean you up.” He said, climbing back up on the mattress and in between your legs to clean you reverently. “Are you sore? Does anything hurt?” 

You gave him a tired smile. “No more than usual. A good night’s sleep and a fresh bagel from the place down the street in the morning will make everything all better, I think.” 

“For you, anything. Every bagel in Virginia.” He smirked, getting up to dispose of the washcloth. 

You followed him, going into the bathroom to brush your teeth and pee. After a few moments, you’re both back in bed with all the lights off, wrapped up in each other like nothing exists outside of the bed you both shared. True to his promise, Aaron went out and got you both bagels the next morning, and you relaxed the morning away, watching TV and snuggling in bed until it was time to pick up Jack. 

And if Aaron forgot his undershirt more frequently, he’d pretend it was an accident.

[neon-junkie]

do you have any spare horny thots about crosshair? im YEARNING for that man tonight 😭 i cant stop thinking about him spitting in my mouth after reading that drabble you had reblogged earlier…..woof 🥴

let's discuss kinks and fantasies, shall we? 🤝 (gender-neutral reader apart from two points at the end)

EDIT [07/12/21] Added more kinks >:)

This man is the epiphany of a dom, a somewhat stereotypical, text-book style dom, who over time, adjusts his own kinks/preferences based on what you're into.

That being said, he still enjoys subbing, and has no problem handing over the reigns when he needs you to take over, or when you need to be in control.

He's a sucker for spanking, both giving, and receiving, but mostly giving. That man doesn't mind using a paddle, whip, etc, but he much prefers using his own hand. He enjoys the burn that builds up on his palm, knowing that it's all for a good cause. He'll bruise you if you allow him, and he'll enjoy tending to your wounds during after care, like the gentleman that he is.

Crosshair is going to leave as many marks as you allow, in every form possible. Bruises, hickeys, hand prints from spanking, etc. The more covered you are, the more you feel like his property, his and his alone - Crosshairs little fuck toy who he can do anything and everything to, because you're his well-trained slut.

Crosshair loves wearing suits, or just a shirt and tie. He loves dressing up, especially when you end up fully nude, on your knees between his thighs, peering up at him as he sits back on a chair. Maybe you won't be fully nude, maybe you'll have a collar and leash on, wrapped around Crosshairs fist as he pulls you down onto his cock, earning another gag and choked moan from you as his tip hits the back of your throat.

Spitting is always fun. Crosshair likes to take his time with the motion, watching his spit slowly fall from his lips onto your tongue, and you're not allowed to swallow it until he's given the order.

Choking. Yeah. Need I say more?

He loves brat taming, mostly because he knows he's good at it, and because it's overall fun. There's nothing better than seeing the before and after video, because yes, he loves to film everything. You used to be so smug, so needy, kicking up a fuss and back chatting everything and anything; and now you're his obedient whore, loyal without a fault, so eager to please him however you can.

Face-fucking. Throat-fucking. He wants to see tears in your eyes as you gag over and over on his cock. He wants to see spit falling from the corners of your mouth. He needs to feel your throat squeeze the tip of his cock as you struggle to keep him down there, he'll make it worth your while, he always does.

If you wear makeup, then Crosshair will make it his mission to smudge that stuff all over your face. He wants to see dark, heavy circles beneath your eyes from where your liner/mascara has run, and lipstick smeared across your cheek and around his cock.

Crosshair doesn't have many specific fantasies, but more of a tick list of things that he wants to do. Such as fucking you in a public place, restaurant bathrooms, the park late at night, the cinema, alleyways, the back of his car in a parking lot, and so forth.

He loves it when you dress up for him, revealing outfits, his favourite outfits, lingerie, costumes, whatever.

He'll dress you up in a maid outfit and have you clean his rifle, even though you don't really know what you're doing.

Or a doctor/nurse outfit and diagnose him with horny, and state that the only cure is having multiple orgasms.

If you're in charge, then you can dress up as a Separatist/Sith, capture him, and fuck him however you want because he's the "big, dumb sniper who was stupid enough to put his guard down."

Speaking of being big and dumb, Crosshair loves degrading and humiliation, giving and receiving. But especially receiving.

If you're a Jedi then oh maker, that's it, Crosshair is going to lose his mind. You're a powerful and strong Jedi who keeps sympathy fucking the defective clone, maybe as a 'thank you' for having him save you during a mission, or maybe because you feel really bad for him.

Anal is a big YES. No worries if you’re not into receiving it. Crosshair wants you to fuck his ass! Use whatever you want; your cock, a strap-on, dildos, etc.

Prostate milking always turns him into putty. It’s hard to believe that the man that you’re milking right now is always so sarky and broody when he’s not in the bedroom. And yet, here he is right now, a whimpering and whining mess as you bruise his poor prostate from your milking session.

Bondage is always fun, especially when Crosshair's on the receiving end. Tie his hands behind his back, sit him on his knees, and order him to go down on you without using his hands. Restrain him on the bed and ride him for as long as you want. Tie a rope collar around his neck and connect it to the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming, and moving.

Wax play is always interesting. Crosshair is keen on being on both ends of the wax, and after you pour wax on him for the first time, he realises that he really has a thing for being in pain.

Well, sexual pain.

He’s eager to be roughed up, marked, restrained, denied, and so forth. BDSM is Crosshair’s bread and butter, and he’s going to make a sandwich with you <3

Despite everything that’s already been listed, Crosshair’s favourite kink of all time is gun play. Seriously, what else were you expecting?

Knife play is also fun, but Crosshair’s a rifle man, and he’s eager to involve his previous 773 Firepuncher rifle in the bedroom.

(female headcanon) Pussy spanking is so fun, watching you squirm as he smacks your clit over and over. He wants to see you red, puffy, leaking for him. Maybe he'll use a pussy pump on you too, and have you suck his cock whilst the pumps slowly doing it's thing. He just wants to ruin you, and he doesn't mind receiving help from tools to achieve his goal.

(male headcanon) He loves jerking both of your cocks together, the undersides of your cocks pressed together, wrapped around his large hand. He always makes it a game to see who falls apart first, and sadly, Crosshair is an expert at keeping his composure. He'll tease you if you cum early, and continue jerking you through your orgasm, using your cum to continue slicking both your cocks up.