#Pineapple Hair Ties

[beautyfashionclub]

 Top Hair Accessories for Curly Hair

 Top Hair Accessories for Curly Hair

Top Hair Accessories for Curly Hair Curly hair is a beautiful and unique texture that deserves special attention when it comes to styling. From tight coils to loose waves, each curl is a testament to the individuality of its owner. To enhance and celebrate the natural beauty of curly hair, the right hair accessories can make all the difference. In this article, we'll explore the top hair accessories that are not only stylish but also perfect for managing and showcasing your gorgeous curls.

Silk Scrunchies:

Embracing your curly locks begins with choosing accessories that are gentle on your hair. Silk scrunchies are a curly girl's best friend. Unlike traditional elastic bands, silk scrunchies prevent breakage, reduce friction, and minimize frizz. They also add a touch of elegance to your hairstyle.

Wide-Toothed Comb:

Detangling curly hair can be a challenge, but a wide-toothed comb is a game-changer. It helps to gently separate curls without causing damage or breakage. Use it when your hair is wet and coated with a good leave-in conditioner for smooth detangling.

Satin-Lined Headbands:

Satin-lined headbands are not only a stylish accessory but also a protective one. The satin lining reduces friction between the headband and your curls, preventing breakage and minimizing frizz. Choose headbands in various colors and styles to complement different outfits.

Claw Clips:

For an effortless and chic updo, claw clips are essential. They provide a secure hold while allowing your curls to cascade freely. Opt for larger claw clips for a half-up, half-down style or smaller ones to secure specific sections of your hair.

Pineapple Hair Ties:

The pineapple method is a popular technique among those with curly hair, especially at bedtime. Pineapple hair ties are loose, soft scrunchies that keep your curls gathered at the top of your head, preventing flattening and preserving your curls overnight.

Bobby Pins with Grip:

Bobby pins are versatile accessories for styling curly hair, but not all are created equal. Look for bobby pins with a rubberized grip or a texturedsurface to provide a secure hold without slipping out of your curls. Use them to pin back sections for a casual or elegant look.

Hair Forks and Sticks:

Hair forks and sticks add an artistic flair to curly hairstyles. They're ideal for securing buns or updos, and their sturdy design ensures a comfortable hold without damaging your curls. Choose from a variety of materials and styles to match your personal taste.

Spiral Hair Ties:

Spiral hair ties are a curly hair-friendly alternative to traditional elastic bands. They don't leave creases in your hair, and their spiral design prevents tangling. Plus, they provide a strong hold without pulling or damaging your curls.

Conclusion:

Curly hair is a beautiful and diverse texture that deserves to be celebrated and cared for with the right accessories. From silk scrunchies to wide-toothed combs and stylish hair forks, there are plenty of options to enhance and showcase your curls. Embrace your natural texture, experiment with different accessories, and discover the joy of styling your curly hair in creative and beautiful ways. With the right tools, your curls can become a stunning and integral part of your unique look.

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[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x reader ; a very light hint of steve x reader

a follow up to this which is a follow up of this

tw 18+ content, tied up, temperature play, steve is baby girl himbo in this very s3 coded, eddie is jealous + mean.

“that tickles, wow, cold— ow, very very cold— shit, shit!”

You slap a hand over his mouth, wide eyes staring into yours as if he is scared beyond belief.

“Shhhhh..” you press a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

Your body was pressed in his, an ice cube held limply in your fingers as you traced it along his veiny shaft. Leaving goosebumps on his summer tanned skin. 

“Eddie is home, do you want him to know that we’re fooling around? Cause I prefer to keep my bedroom adventures private.”

“No, no! You’re right, it’s just— really cold, when you said you wanted to get freaky I thought maybe you had a friend or something to go up my ass? I don’t know!” 

You stare at him, waiting for him to say he was kidding but it never came. You sit up, the ice melting on your fingers dripping onto his sack, little whimpers from his mouth. 

“Alright… King Steve is curious about assplay, noted. We can unpack that another time— for now, it’s either the ice or nothing, you choose.” 

You kiss his chest, waiting for him to decide. He’s mumbling to himself, and you work your fingers in between the tufts of hair, eyes on him, your nipples skimming over his hot skin. 

“…okay! Okay fine! Can I kiss you maybe?” 

Steve was stretched like a voodoo doll across your bed, large hands tied to each bed post, unable to reach you, his lip in a pout as he attempted to wiggle his wrists free. 

“Keep trying to get out of your restraints and you won’t be kissing me anywhere.”

He huffed, a strand of caramel hair tousling into his forehead, “I mean they’re tight— like really tight, you sure this is normal?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up again to examine the human ken doll that was played by Steve Harrington for the evening. 

His wrists were red, fingers pale… fuck. 

You tug at the knots, trying to wedge your fingers beneath them, and after five minutes of you trying you could see Steve’s hands looking worse.

“Alright— don’t panic!” you announced, sliding from the bed and pushing your arms through the red silk robe hanging from your closet, “and don’t move…. I’ll be…” scissors! “yeah, I’ll be right back!”

“What!? You can’t just leave me like th—!” he hollers your name and you try to muffle his calls of distress by shutting your door quickly.

Eddie was in his room, you could hear him playing his guitar— and he prayed he didn’t hear the muffled pleas from Steve. 

Rifling through the kitchen junk drawer you find everything but the scissors. Chopsticks from too many late night orders of chinese takeout, ketchup packets, pens, a pack of markers, Eddie’s fake ID he had in high school, Wayne’s expired ID he tried to use at the gas station when you were sixteen and more rope. 

The pair of you didn’t own a knife set, never having cooked anything that required culinary skills— you were at a loss— the only option left was to ask Eddie for his pocket knife. Goddamnit.

The walk to his room felt like miles long, and honestly you would have preferred if you never got there. His door was open, the low times of his acoustic guitar filled the air along with a haze of smoke. 

A quick rap on his door and Eddie was looking up at you, cigarette limp from his lips, as he motions to the other side of his room with a nod of his head. 

“…ham & pineapple no pepperonis, cash on the dresser.” 

“What? Oh yeah, sure— forgot it’s Friday. Hey, ummm. I need a favor.” 

Eddie smirks and shakes his head, “I’m not loaning you anymore bud, you already owe you twenty.” 

“No— I’m not here for free weed, I need your knife.” 

His eyebrows quirk and he waits for you to ask his silent “why?”

“It’s an emergency.” 

“Your boss sucks sweetheart, 100%— but you can’t kill him.” 

“Eddie shut up,” you whine, stomping your foot, “I just need to borrow it—I'll give it right back!”

He rolls his eyes, leaning over to grab his knife from his back pocket, “tell me what you need it for.” 

You stare at him, mouth open, “I…can’t.” 

“Okay? and why not?”

Your name is heard in a wail from your room and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. 

“is someone in there?”

Scrubbing your hands down your face you finally admit it, “Yes! Jesus fuck! Now will you please either help me or give me the knife, he’s stuck!”

It takes everything in Eddie to try not to laugh, but he simple hides his lips and nods, thinking to himself what kid. of shit you’d gotten into now, and with who?

He follows you into your room, watching your form move beneath the silk robe, trying to keep his eyes from staring too long or imagining what lie beneath the thin fabric. 

Your eyes are covered when you open the door so you miss the shock on Steve’s face to see his best friend walk into your room. His dick is still out, laying against his hairy thigh, and the only thing he can do is an awkward jock head nod followed by a “sup?”

Thankful that he has a good poker face, Eddie nods back, ears crimson in anger, biting his tongue as he flips the blade out with flare. Behind his dark eyes He was fuming. 

Steve? 

STEVE HARRINGTON?

Of all people you could have tied up in here in some makeshift attempt at whatever you thought you were doing— it had to be him.

Heads would fucking roll when this was over and him and Steve were alone. 

Slicing through the ropes like they were nothing, Eddie simply raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, leaving with his mind grinding like gears on how to stop this from happening again. 

—

“Thanks for calling Family Video. Our hours are 10-10 Sunday through Saturday, stop in to rent our latest releases, this is St—”

“Harrington.”

“Hey man, hey— thanks for uh, helping me out the other night. I really o—”

“Yeah, you do,” the cord bounces on the floor as Eddie turns the corner, looking back at you in the living room asleep on the couch— walking to his room,  “that’s why whenever she calls… you are going to make up whatever excuse that big hair of yours can..”

“Wait..?”

Eddie grits your name out through clenched teeth. 

“If she calls to hang out, you will find a reason not to, y’ catch my drift, pal?” 

“Ye-yeah, sure thing… what should I say?”

“I don’t care Harrington, make something up… tell her you have a girlfriend, you have the measles, I really don’t give a fuck what it is, as long as I never have to walk into her room and see your dick again.”

Steve narrows his eyes, blurring the neon lights in the video store, “dude, what the hell?” 

“Sarah is single— I’ll give you her numb—”

“Okay? But so is she, why are you acting like an asshole right now?”

You. He was being a dick because of you. Sick and tired of you not willing to admit you both had feelings for eachother, and he was ready to pull out the big guns in order to make it happen. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

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[vinelark]

Thinking about bbs au where Tim talked first.

Tim: so I'm robin

Kon: I'm sorry bu- wait what?

Tim: I'm robin

Tim: what were you going to say?

Kon processing the guy he made out with yesterday is also the teammate he just realised he has a crush on an hour ago and that he was just about to break it off with the guy he made out to ask his crush out so was about to break up with and then immediately ask out the same person: ...nothing.

in the au where tim spoke first, kon’s brain would go static for a very long stretch of seconds and he would vaguely consider that he was being pranked (tim somehow? figured out kon’s feelings for robin before kon did and is pulling some sort of? joke??) and tim would be like [fond sigh] you like pineapple on your pizza and you and bart are currently tied in your competition to see who can sneak attack me in uniform and the shampoo at the Tower always makes your hair extra fluffy which you only pretend to hate and also— [launches himself right at kon to springboard off kon’s shoulder in a patented robin battle-and-also-reaching-tall-cupboards move]

kon: [automatically catching him] okay okay OKAY just hold on i’m—

tim: [settling on kon’s shoulder] sure, yeah, take your time

kon: shut up i’m—you’re—the whole time?

tim: unless you think i’m some sort of shapeshifter—

kon: obviously i know you’re not a—are you. a shapeshifter

tim: if i were a shapeshifter i would’ve shapeshifted myself taller than bart by now

kon: fair enough. okay. so you. so i. so we.

tim: [nodding] getting there

kon: so that’s why you were so weird around nightwing

tim: okay, he deserved it

kon: oh my god, i yelled at superman about you. in front of batman and nightwing.

tim: ah. about that…

kon: and that’s how you’re friends with red hood—

tim: mm, i don’t know if i’d go that far

kon: and why superman was so stressed out when you were kidnapped—holy shit. and—

tim: listen i promise you can ask all the questions you want and i’ll be so very thorough and honest about it but if you’re not mad at me—

kon: i’m not mad, i’m processing

tim: okay great. do you want to maybe make out more while you process

kon:

tim:

kon: yeah that sounds good

[satoruhour]

geto and reader sneaking out from jujutsu high school

have good day/night ! :)

a/n: apparently geto doesn’t have a least fav food bc he consumes curses so often that he’s content to eat anything. sigh. / 1.7k ☆ / @crysugu @lvlybee @na-t0

“nah, you’re lying.” it wasn’t peculiar for geto to hang out in your room after classes (if you could even call them that with gojo usually interrupting them or him getting called out of class to complete a mission). it’d be left with the two of you, and while shoko is not opposed to participating in the (vastly different) insanity you two would usually bring, she prefers to watch from the sidelines with a burning, shortening cigarette and an amused smile.

“like i— for one, love pineapples on pizza and, cherry tomatoes, but i just hate it when they don’t choose the right ones, you know?” geto leaves you to ramble until you realise your voice is simply countered by low hums and nods, “you don’t have any food you hate, do you?” you sit up on your bed after a long time of quelling the loud beats of your heart, looking incredulously at him still lying down, long legs going past the footboard, long hair and all. it grows faster in the summer, you realise — jet black hair that flows like a blackened river right down to his nape — and you find you’ve noted it down in your head a bit too often.

the repetitive memory is paired with reminders to give him the silly star clip you found at a corner side store and plain black hair ties (you steal them sometimes, he doesn’t ask for you to return it). it all but muddles your focus, these thoughts, all because you find it terribly difficult to look away from geto suguru’s unprecedented beauty. the graceful slant of his eyebrows to his hair, right down to the stubborn strands of feelers on the left side of his face that won’t stay in his bun—

“i’m not lying; i really don’t,” the dark-haired sorcerer laughs breathlessly, and he doesn’t notice your daze or the way you jerk at his chortle. his eyes come to rest on you, looking soft and gentle, a gaze even he doesn’t give gojo, and you think he looks the prettiest when his spread out locks converge as he sits up to rest on his elbows.

but besides the warmth of these domestic scenes through rose-coloured glasses, you can make out the underlying sorrow that pools beneath the light-hearted laugh. sometimes you can feel its heaviness, weighing suguru down more than it could ever do to you, and though he’s never lets you in, you had an inkling on what exactly tears at his mind.

it’s how every curse geto exorcises ends up in him, tainting his system with the harrowing taste similar to a rag that’s used to wipe up vomit and feces. it’s how he stifles gags each time a mission is completed, swallowing the curse with scrunched up eyes and a permanent frown. it’s how he’s ingested curses so much that he would be content with any type of food.

“then… let’s go out and find what food you hate then. process of elimination,” you offer softly with a giggle, pushing his legs off your bed before getting up yourself and stretching your limbs. it was late afternoon after all, causing the room to bathe in a general laziness and orange hues to prepare for sunset. you pull on his pants, leaning over him that teases the line between love and friendship.

geto mumbles, “like… right now? don’t we have a meeting with yaga-sensei soon?” and you’re prepared to get rejected with that reason (“oh shit, i forgot—”) until he takes your hand in his and surprising you with the idea that he’d disobey authority for a stupid idea of yours. he thumbs the back of your palm like he’s done it a million times before — c’mon, he says, and then the walk out is silent, hand loosely clasped in his as he skillfully manoeuvres through the traditional architecture of jujutsu high so well you’re convinced he skips classes.

it’s like you undo the tiring climb up the foothills of mount mushiro when you’ve finished an early morning mission, feeling the tug of geto’s hand on yours. it feels like it goes on forever too, but you bask in his occasional turns to look at you to check if you were still there: as if your hand in his isn’t enough, as if you were a reverie in his eyes, as if he didn’t have the sun in palm of his hand, in all her glory in this late, blinding glow. there’s a familiar manifestation of a stingray about three quarters through, the little creature floating beneath suguru’s hand.

“won’t you get caught by the school?” you laugh, but you climb onto it anyway — there’s a small humming sound that emerges from the curse and your stroking, ghosting hand only draws more pleased exclamations from the stingray.

it’s here where he sees how his akaei reacts to your touch and voice that geto thinks maybe collecting curses isn’t so bad. it’s on days like this where he think it might be worth it if little moments like this could clear the tainted, blurry cataract that mixes up who he should be protecting in this fucked up world.

the akaei jerks you forward and you let out a little yelp, face resting just inches from suguru as you clutch onto a fin of the creature — geto swears he hears a cackle from the curse and simply clears his throat, ignoring the pounding of his heart and the way he could smell cherry lip gloss on you. he wouldn’t put it past you to get cherry tomato flavoured lip gloss, but he imagines no matter how much you liked the vegetable (fruit?), you probably wouldn’t be putting that on your lips.

“shall we go?” 

beyond the school, he realises he’s not sure where you want to take him and he dispels the curse, already thinking of the lecture he’d get but instead he’s allowing you to drag him out of the heavy foliage and into the humble shops lining the bustling town. with this, geto is able to see your person without feeling like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, pushing down words that he wasn’t sure you’d reciprocate whenever you turned around to point out the stores you would frequent.

and geto certainly is able to get that little piece of heaven and normalcy that he craves, letting someone he cherishes pull him through throngs of people to find his least favourite item, just because. he lets you sift through convenience stores and family businesses, eating with the unforgivable rays of the setting sun dancing through your features and his bowl of wanton noodles at the chinese shophouse that it convinces him any type of food could be his favourite as long as you’re stuffing your face with waffles or initiating a brain freeze with a 7-eleven slurpee.

and years later, geto somehow still has a bit of trouble categorising foods into ‘favourites’ and ‘non-favourites’, a sorting system that’s black and white, years later. he much rather place (almost) all of them in the grey simply because experiencing dessert and starters and main courses now with your mere presence was enough to make everything delicious against his repulsive palate.

“still thinking?” geto’s thoughts are interrupted by you as you call from across the table, a hand reaching out to hold his. 

he only nods with a languid smile, reminiscent of the mornings when that’s all he has energy for — and except maybe your teasing and lovesick voice. he’d have all the energy for that. “i’ll have what you’re having.”

you giggle, “again? okay… don’t blame me if you spit out the escargots like you did on our last date.”

geto stifles a laugh and only sends the confused waiter off with both of your menus and soon he’s pulling lightly on your hand and he makes you burst out laughing like he usually does, “what did you order again?”

the food turned out… mediocre to say the least. for such a renowned restaurant, you’d expect phenomenal tastes and combinations, except they were overrated too much by critics with only the plating to praise — but still, the night doesn’t end when the bill is hastily paid and geto buries you in his embrace.

“coat’s warm,” you smile. it’s the winter, he’s got you engulfed in his large coat as your nose crinkles at the snow brushing upon your cheek — unbeknownst to you, you wouldn’t have this reality in another universe where christmas was so near — but you would die before you let geto slip from your grasp again. you hoped it would be like this for every other time someone such a yourself crosses path with a certain dark-haired, lovely and kind person like geto suguru: in love, holding his heart in your hands, like sending out a message (“i’ve got him — have you?”) to all the you’s in every other realm.

“what do you say we finish the leftover pizza in the fridge?” his grin is blinding, something you never thought you’d see past high-school, but slowly, you’ve picked up the pieces and cleaned off its rough edges. you’ve polished them and melded them back together bit by bit. in the 55 by 63 refrigerator at your small shared dorm in your alma mater, all of geto’s pineapples were littered messily over your side of the dough, ingraining that dramaticized display of how, to geto, pineapple on pizza tasted worse than swallowing curses.

though, it was one of the favourite foods he’s developed a taste for after eating it with you a few times. sure, he at first hated the sweetness that contrasted with the saltiness of the dough, although seeing the fullness of your cheeks and how well you ate; it was simply that, that made him love it — but he’d never tell you that, not while you also loved it, because if anything meant more than his rediscovered love for food, it was your love for the same exact things that would make him order all the hawaiians in the world.

as geto’s lips meet with yours (smelling like cherry tomato lip gloss, he stands corrected!), he thinks that lecture and temporary suspension from his old teacher was worth all the days spent with you — pineapples and (right) cherry tomatoes and all.

[m-jelly]

DIY Daddy

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, Dad Levi, fluff, romance, girl dad, DIY job, married, pregnant reader, small town life.

Levi and you run a DIY company where you clean, repair, decorate and move things for people. Levi and you take your little three-year-old daughter Lilly to a job because she wants to help the two of you out instead of going to grandma's.

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You walked over to Lilly and cleaned her face after she finished eating. "Those pancakes okay?"

Lilly grinned. "Yummy mummy! Thank you."

You kissed the top of her head. "You're welcome."

Levi chuckled when Lilly reached over and held his hand stopping him from turning the page of the plans for the current home he was working on. "What's up, Lilly bug?"

She bounced in her seat. "Daddy, may I have a hug?"

He picked her up and out of her seat then sat her on his lap. "Of course." He hugged her tightly. "You can get all the cuddles you want."

She looked over at you. "Mummy?"

You hummed as you sipped your tea. "Yes, little Lilly love?"

She sucked on her bottom lip a little. "May I help today?"

You looked over at her. "You want to come with Daddy and me today?"

"Yes please!"

You gazed at your husband. "Up to you honey, what's on the job list?"

Levi looked at his wide-eyed daughter and smiled. "Well, I do need our super duper painter today and an assistant."

Lilly gasped. "I can help!"

Levi laughed. "Well then, I think we can take you with us."

You tapped away on your phone. "I have texted Kuchel to let her know."

"Thanks, bunny."

You smirked at the pet name. "You're welcome." You winked at him and then gazed at your daughter. "Do you want Daddy to help you change?"

Lilly nodded. "Please!"

Levi stood up and carried his daughter to her room. "Let's go!" He popped her on her little feet as she giggled. "What would you like to wear today?"

"Same as Mummy!"

He smiled and grabbed a shirt with bunnies on and some dungarees. "Your Mummy will wear something like this. She always wears dungarees." He picked a pair of socks for her. "Here you go, little Lilly bug. I'll do your hair after."

She huffed as she pulled on her shirt, but then struggled with the dungarees. "Daddy, help."

He knelt in front of her and did the clips. "There you go. You even have a pocket at the front for snacks or a little cuddly toy. Mummy puts snacks in hers. What do you want in yours?"

She hummed in thought. "Bunny!"

He grabbed her little bunny and put it in the front pocket. "There, you can work together." He combed her hair and tied it up on top of her head making him chuckle, it looked like a pineapple top. "Perfect. Lastly is socks, do you need help?"

She sat on the floor and wiggled her little feet. "Please."

He slipped on her pretty socks and smiled. "All sorted, the little beans are safe."

She clapped her little hands. "Beans!"

The two of them hurried over to you as you waited by the front door. You all wore your work shoes and climbed into Levi's vintage pickup truck. All three of you sang along to songs playing on the radio causing a lot of laughter and smiles.

Once you'd arrived, Levi spoke to the shop owner to let them know that Lilly was with him and if it was okay. After getting a very happy and excited yes, the two of you introduced Lilly to the shop owner. The owner told Lilly what she wanted done to her shop and asked if Lilly could do it all.

Lilly gasped. "I can do it!"

The lady giggled. "Wonderful, thank you so much. I will happily pay you in ice cream or cookies."

Lilly grinned. "Thank you!"

You watched Levi and Lilly run inside the building. "Thank you so much. She was so excited about helping today."

The owner watched fondly as Lilly carried in small tools for Levi as Levi carried in a large number of things. "It makes it more meaningful knowing a whole family made my dream shop a reality. I can't wait to come back later and see it. You Ackerman's are so talented and incredible. This town is lucky to have you."

You welled up and hugged her. "Thank you."

As soon as you went inside you were overwhelmed with how cute Levi and your daughter were. The radio was on and the two of them were dancing and singing together as he started setting up the room for painting. Lilly was holding onto the tap as Levi was putting everything in place.

You had to take things easy because you'd recently found out you were pregnant. Levi and Lilly wanted you to relax more, so you were going to do as they said. You opened paint cans, poured paint into the right trays, and set up the tools.

Lilly walked over to the paint and picked up a roller. "May I?"

You smiled at her. "Ask Daddy."

"Daddy?"

Levi picked up Lilly making her squeal with laughter. "Let's do this!" He smiled when you held up the paint tray. "Thank you, Bunny. Now Lilly, roll the roller in the paint."

She kicked her little legs as she did. "Got it!"

He carried her to the wall. "Now roll up and down on the wall."

She squealed in delight. "I'm painting!"

Levi kissed her puffy cheek. "You are. You're a natural."

"Like Mummy?"

"Yes, like Mummy."

Lilly moved the roller up and down. "I did it!"

Levi moved her over to you. "Again, little Lilly pad."

You hummed a laugh as the two worked together to paint the wall. After some time, Levi had to put Lilly down because he needed to be careful and he has to speed up. While he was working, you were getting Lilly to help you put together some furniture. You would tell her what to hand you and she would give it to you.

When a few hours passed, Lilly stopped working and whined. You smiled at her. "What's going on little one?"

She rubbed her eyes and hiccuped a little. "Tired." She crawled over to you and flopped on your lap. "Mummyyy."

You wrapped your arms around her and held her. "I got you. I think it's time for a break."

Levi had made massive progress, so a rest was okay to have. He walked over and lay on the floor next to you. "Let's rest together."

You lay back with Lilly and cuddled up to Levi. "Naptime."

Levi watched Lilly and saw she fell asleep quickly. "Cute."

You played with her hair. "She's had a busy day."

"She has." He looked deep into your eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, a bit tired as well."

He leaned over and kissed you. "Rest as much as you need to, okay?"

You hummed. "I will. How are you feeling?"

"You know me, my bunny, I feel great because I have you and Lilly with me." He reached over and held your hand. "And our little cute bun growing."

You giggled. "You're right."

He moved your hand to his lips and showered it with kisses. "I love you."

"Love you always."

[superblysubpar]

siiiiiiiigh, taylor. you're the only one i trust with this and i don't know if you take requests but i'm desperate (like the i'm in pain + aching kind of desperate) for wealthy!steve to take us out on his lil yacht and absolutely rail us off the coast of italy :(

the song: Pineapple Slice by Tove Lo & SG Lewis

warnings: secluded public spot / Sorry I've never been to Italy, my only experience are slutty Joe pics & The Lizzie McGuire movie 🤷‍♀️

He turns his black baseball hat around for better access to your body. His lips skim the seam of your suit, thick fingers messing with the ties on your hips. He squeezes the plump skin, dragging and scratching down your thighs as he pulls the bikini bottom from your body. Your back arches against the leather cushions of the boatseat, hips lifting for him. The sun is blinding white - high in the sky, and the drip of cool ocean water from his hair soothes the sweat coating your body.

You whisper the name of the man you've just met when his nose skims up the inside of your legs, nipping at your thighs as his large hands push them wider for better access.

"Come on honey, need to taste you." The endearment falls easily from his lips despite knowing each other less than 24 hours. This isn't what you thought would be the aftermath of your night out with friends.

Green flashes and purple shimmers as base radiated from your feet into your chest. Sweet drinks and stealing cherries from everyone as you danced and bounced in the Italian club to a song you didn't know. Hips swaying to a good beat and when you turned, you saw him. He's smug, a lopsided smile, a hand running through chestnut hair. A glint in his hazel eyes and the flashes of green overhead illuminate the silver chain, the ring on his middle finger and the watch on his wrist that all scream money. A flirty line about how dancing like you were was dangerous, an offer of buying you bubbly expensive things that taste sweet on your tongue, and hands on your hips as your chests pressed closer, moving to the music together until your lips collided. All ending in an offer of taking you out on his boat tomorrow, a secluded little spot off the coast.

And here you are.

Steve's thumbs spread your lips for him, and his tongue licks a broad stripe through you. Thighs squeezing around his ears, muffling the sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks and the side of the boat. His mouth works lazily but precise as his hands roam under the curve of your ass. Pads of his fingers push into your skin, curvy and thick and he pulls you tighter around him, desperate for more. Tongue licking and swirling around your clit, mouth moving lower as he sucks one of your lips. A moan falls from your parched mouth and your toes curl as a rough wave rocks the boat, adding to the boil bubbling in your stomach.

He brings his attention back to the throbbing nerves, sucking around it and kitten licking with his tongue as a finger nudges at your entrance. One finger easily slips in, a second following and you clench around them as they curl. He finds the spot that has you lifting yourself off the seat. Your fingers tug in his wet locks, chest heaving as you look down at him. Sweat beads down the dip of your breasts as you plead his name, begging to release.

Steve removes himself, shaking his head no. His eyes are taken over by his black pupils, his dark chest hair curls with saltwater and sweat. He shoves the black wet fabric of his swimtrunks low enough to pull his throbbing length out. Your mouth waters at the sight of his muscles flexing as he tugs on himself, somehow getting harder and bigger. Lining the mushroom tip up with your entrance, Steve leans over you. He kisses your lips softly, tongue licking and tracing over your top lip until you sigh. The taste of yourself lingering, mixing with sweet fruit and salt from the ocean water that still clings to his tan and freckled skin.

Breath warm against your cheek as he whispers, "I need to be inside you when you cum, pretty girl."

You nod, desperate, your orgasm right on the cusp already and he lets his weight fall against you as he slides into your entrance in a quick and powerful thrust. Your cry against his lips has him squeezing at every ounce of your skin he can find. Lips drifting and pressing sweet kisses to your neck that contrast with the quick and sharp movements of his hips slapping against yours.

"Oh, fuck," your lashes are wet with tears at the ache in your gut, "Steve, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah?" He's breathless, groaning as your fingers scratch up his back.

The weight of his chest against yours is somehow comforting, and the pressure and graze of the thick hair at his base hitting the perfect spot that has you hanging on the edge of the cliff you've been climbing.

Steve's fingers rub messy circles into your puffy and needy clit, nerves vibrating beneath the pads of his fingers. He attaches his mouth to yours again as you take the jump, freefalling off the ledge until you hit the water. Walls tightening around him, body spasming beneath his. His release follows quickly, throbbing inside of you as he grips at your sides, squeezing and breathing your name into your parted lips.

He slows his thrusts, both of you gasping for air. Sounds of the waves return, the sun feels even warmer as the sweat falls off of both of your hot skin.

Steve reaches above your head, grabbing a piece of pineapple and holding it up to your mouth. You stare into each other's eyes, something in your gazes warming for each other as your breathless panting finds a rhythm together. Your lips wrap around the fruit, biting into the pineapple slice. Juice flows into your mouth, sweet and sticky and quenching a thirst you didn't know you had. Steve's thumb brushes over your bottom lip, tugging a little meanly until it pops back into place. He brings his thumb up to his lips and sucks the juice free from the skin.

The sun still has half the sky to conquer and you have no where to be other than on a boat off the coast of Italy with a rich boy who has an entire pineapple sliced and ready to feed you with.

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NSFW alphabet with art the clown

(I want him to propose to me 😔)

A: after-care

cuddles

and if he actually loves you he'd run you a bubble bath

bring pineapple and cranberries for later ;)

B: body part (his favourite part of you)

thighs (both)

breasts (fem reader)

ass (both)

C: cum (what he does with it on you)

he would smother it all over your body

D: dick size

6 inches maybe 7 :)

thick!

E: edging?

he edges you way to much

he likes to be edged sometimes

F: favourite position

69

reverse cowgirl

G: grinding?

every chance he gets

like a horny dog

H: hair (does the carpet match the drapes)

he shaves every 3 days

I think his hair would be dirty blonde :)

I: innocent?

...

no

J: jokes? (does he joke a lot)

all the time

never seriously fucking you

there has to be a joke or prank in there

K: kinks

blood

master/slave

role playing

L: laughing

he laughs a lot during it

especially when you are overstimulated

but only the silent one we always see him do

M: making out

over the dead bodied

in front of tortured tied up victims

N: nudes

always asking for them

always sending them

O: oral

giving

receiving

he likes being fair

P: public

yes

you have grown used to it

Q: quickies

all the time!

he wants you before his massacres

R: rough

pray for yourself

S: stanima

hours

days

good luck

T: tounge

he's best at it

he love licking your tight hole

U: underwear

he doesnt wear any

he steals yours both to wear and jerk off with

V: vouyer (a person who gains sexual pleasure watching when other are naked or having sex)

no mf

your his

he's yours

unless its a girl playing with your 🫢🤭

W: whore

he's a man whore for you

and you better be a whore for him bc he'll treat you as one

X: .... (help me)

Y: yuri (can't think of anything else- does he let you sleep with girls)

only if he says so

but it's rare

he like watching you with other girls

Z: Zzz

he doesn't sleep after sex he's out harassing people

[xoxoavenger]

Spoiled

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: Y/N goes over to Steve’s for a pool party, where he spoils his girl and James.

word count: 4315

warnings: Steve’s dumbass parents, reader’s commitment issues

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"For fuck's sake." Steve wipes the sweat from his brow as he sits on the hot pool deck. Everyone was coming to his house for a pool day while his parents were gone, and he had maybe gone a bit overboard in preparation. He had gotten the kids favorite chips and drinks, alcohol for the older ones, and juice for James.

He also bought James a kiddy pool and an aquatic play center.

"That's really not working out for you, is it?" Robin is opening his backdoor, having already grabbed a seltzer from the fridge and put it into her blue pineapple cup.

"Is it that obvious?" He's already taken off his shirt and jumped in the pool once, giving up on his hair.

"What the hell did you buy?" She asks, leaning down to pick up one of the brightly colored plastic pieces.

"An aquatic center." He tells her, picking up the box to show it. He's been in the sun for so long he's sure he's burnt, and he's also exhausted. He's glad he had the foresight to set everything up beforehand, because if Robin's here that means everyone else is going to be here soon, and he hasn't finished setting up the surprise for Y/N. He yawns as he looks at the sun through his sunglasses.

"You are so whipped." She smirks, sitting on the ground next to them. Together, they were able to fix it, meaning it was mostly Robin helping him. By the time Eddie showed up, angry that the kids could drive themselves now because it meant he had to drive alone, it was complete.

"Wow, you went all out." He smirked, a joint already in hand. Steve reached for it even though he knew that it would just make him more tired.

"Can you get me a beer?" He squints up at Robin, still on the hot ground.

"Already done," Dustin comes through the glass door, smirking and holding two beers. "Saw you through the glass." Steve stands and rips both of them out of the kid's hands.

"You little shit." Steve rolled his eyes, handing the other beer to Jonathan as he walked out with another joint. Mike, Will, and El followed in, carrying their sodas and munching on chips. Their eyes widened at the aquatic center.

"You did all this for Y/N?" Mike chuckled, not catching the glare from El.

"For James." Steve muttered, taking a hit from the joint and drink of beer in quick succession.

"Max and Lucas are getting a ride from here. They should be here soon." Dustin was already putting his stuff on a chair to lay out.

"We are here." Max's perfect timing made her smirk, can in one hand and a granola bar in the other. Steve's head snaps as he hears James cries, Y/N sighing as she puts the margarita down and tries to quiet him. Steve looks like a lost puppy as he trails inside, leaving the other to laugh at him.

"Sh, it's okay," Y/N's calm, quiet voice makes Steve's heart skip as she watches her bounce James. The baby's eyes lock on his, and the cries stop. Steve would be lying if he didn't feel a little pride swell in his chest.

"Seefe!" James squealed, eyes lighting up. His mother turns and smiled at Steve, who just stands there staring.

"He loves the kitchen." Y/N smiles as she passes James to Steve. The baby's wearing board shorts and a long sleeve swim shirt, a small hat tied around his head. From the greasy look of his skin, he's already got sunscreen on.

"He's gonna love what I just got him." Steve smirks, leading Y/N out the door. She's wearing a flowy coverup dress, hiding her swimsuit. He doesn't get to see her face when she sees the aquatic center, now filled with water thanks to Robin, but he does get to see James'.

The baby screams and wiggles, so Steve walks to the shade and puts him down so he wouldn't burn his hands and feet as he crawls over to it, pulling himself to stand.

"Steve," Y/N's next to him, eyes wide. "You shouldn't have done this." She feels guilty, because of course Steve has bought James his two favorite toys, and of course they were toys that she could never afford, even for Christmas.

"Why not?" He smiles at her.

"Why are you doing this?" She's suddenly wary of Steve in a way she's far too used to.

"My parents never did this kinda thing." He whispers as everyone starts to fawn over James, who is splashing with a toy starfish and giggling. "And not because they couldn't. Because they didn't want to. And your kid deserves it. You deserve it." He hits his shoulder against hers and winks, and when his eyes catch on her lips all he can think about is their almost-kiss. He wishes he would have just kissed her before that, because it's all he can think of now.

He turns when one of the older kids lets out a large laugh, and they step apart, remembering how many people are around them. No one is looking, except Eddie, who smirks evilly.

"I got something for you too." He doesn't say what he wants to, that it's for both of them, so instead he pulls a huge floaty from the side of the house.

"Hey!" Dustin yells as soon as he sees it. He bought floaties for everyone else, but he hadn't blown them up. He had blown the huge watermelon up, heart warming as Y/N smiled.

"Let me put some arm floats on James just incase." She turned to her bag, grabbing the flat floaties. Steve helps her blow up the other one, and together they pull them up James' arms while he's distracted. She puts her bag on a chair by the shade and took her coverup off, Steve taking his shirt off to look away from her gorgeous body. She was wearing a black one piece that hugged her boobs so well it made Steve go dumb a little bit.

"You're putting it in the wrong part!" Eddie complained as Robin tried to set up music outside. She was only wearing shorts and her blue bikini top; it getting too hot to keep the shirt on. Eddie was wearing a black shirt and black swim shorts, his hair tied up.

"Who figured this out at James' party?" Robin asked. James squealed at the sound of his name, scrunching his face in the cutest baby smile and splashing.

"I did most of the work!" Eddie yelled. El and Max smiled on either side of James while Jonathan took their picture, Nancy mixing drinks in the pineapple cups everyone had brought from James' birthday. She was making some virgin ones for the kids, and Steve pretend not to notice when Mike and Dustin snuck into the house to put some vodka in their drinks.

"Do you think it'll be too crazy to read?" Y/N asked, smiling as Steve put the floaty in the pool, one hand on the floaty and the other holding her hand as she lowered herself onto it. Once she got situated he tried to let go of her hand, but she pulled him down and almost caused them to fall over. She let out a glorious laugh and moved slightly to let him lay down as well on the floaty.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" Robin screams, everyone but Steve looking over to see her throwing her hands up and walking away. Steve simply pushed them off the edge and toward the middle of the pool.

"Here's your drink, Y/N." Nancy smiled as she crouched and leaned over to give Y/N her yellow pineapple. She smiled as she reached out to grab it, Steve kicking to get them close enough. When he did, Dustin handed him a beer with a smile as Steve rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky, Henderson." Steve says as he pushes away from the edge of the pool once, more, sunglasses slipping down so he can narrow his eyes in a glare.

"Ha!" Eddie yelled as music began to play. Y/N smiled, moving to get comfortable. Steve slipped his shoulder under her, which admittedly was more comfortable.

"You're gonna get a weird tan." She tells him, head tucked into him as his hand caressed he hip. He threw his head back slightly and laughed.

"Then it's a good thing I don't tan." His head was tilted to talk into her head, and she felt her cheeks flush.

"Are you lungs the size of leaves?" Max yelled, watching Dustin, Mike and Lucas struggle to fill up their floaties. Will and El had figured out how to do it and were almost done, but no one was paying attention to them.

"Do you wanna try?" Dustin asked, holding the half blown up floaty.

"There's no way I could do worse than you." She snatches it from him and Dustin roles his eyes, grabbing another floaty.

"Did you happen to bring any party favors?" Jonathan asked Eddie, who was smirking.

"You know I did." Eddie pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket and handed it to Jonathan, who lit it. Meanwhile, Nancy and Robin were playing with James, smiling and taking in exaggerated voices.

"He's so cute, he makes me want one." Nancy said offhandedly, full attention on James as she handed him a plastic seahorse. Robin widened her eyes and looked at Jonathan, who had dropped the blunt as he stared at Nancy.

"Can't say I blame her." Steve returned his attention to Y/N, who had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"Hm?" She squinted as she locked up to him, turning slightly to be more comfortable. Steve tried and failed to act casual as Y/N slipped one leg over his, her hand resting on his chest.

"Nancy," He choked out, hoping Y/N wouldn't think anything of it. "She was talking about how James makes her want a baby." He hoped no one would look in their direction, not only because he wanted to stay in their bubble.

"Oh," Y/N chuckles, head resting back down and eyes closing again. "He is one very cute baby." She smiles.

"Takes after his mom." Steve whispers without thinking. She playfully lifts her hand to hit him lightly before laying it back down, this time lower, on his sternum.

"I didn't know if I wanted kids." She tells him, voice soft. "I was so unsure, even while I was pregnant. Especially while I was pregnant." Steve looks down again, but she stays still, eyes closed. He hears screams and feels the pool ripple, but he doesn't look over.

"What changed?" Steve has always wanted kids. He wanted to break the cycle. He wanted to treat kids the way he wanted to be spoiled, the way he wishes he was.

"I was at the only doctors appointment I could afford, about seven months in. It was only so that I would know he was okay, and to know my due date. And as soon as I heard his heartbeat, I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for him." Steve can't help but feel the emotions bubble in his chest as she retells the story.

"That sounds," Steve could barely get the words out as he closed his eyes and laid his head back.

"Stupid? Corny?" She guessed with a chuckle.

"Beautiful." Steve answers, feeling her tense over him.

"You'll feel it one day." Y/N says after a moment, relaxing slightly. James lets out a squeal/laugh loud enough to break the sound barrier, and when Steve looks over, all he can think of is that there is nothing he wouldn't do for that baby, for Y/N.

I already have.

He doesn't say it, but he thinks it with hope and little bit of anxiety. He's got a problem.

"Shit!" Y/N tenses as Eddie cannonballs into the pool, splashing everyone and sending waves rippling. He was so close to them that the water went over their floaty, and Y/N almost fell off. Steve grabbed her before she went into the water, the two laughing as they tried to balance. Before Steve could get her back up fully, Eddie was underneath the floaty and pushing them off. Y/N let out a cut off scream as they toppled into the water, the two of them kicking up to the surface.

Y/N and Steve were laughing as they treaded the water, so they didn't hear James' cries for a moment. As soon as they did, Y/N swam quickly across the pool, Steve following her as she pulled herself out and let James tumble into her arms.

"Oh," She placed a kiss to his head and smiled as Steve walked up in front of her. "It's okay, we're okay." She's sure he got upset at their screams, and as he rubbed against her arms he started to be fine.

"Maybe he'd like the water." Steve said, and James got so excited hearing Steve's voice that he stomped his feet and squealed.

"Come on," Y/N picked James up and walked to the steps, sitting on the second highest one and letting James stand on the top. Steve smiled as he watched, deciding to fire up the grill. Y/N turned to see Steve, shirtless with a spatula in hand, and she felt her heart race as she thought about how much Steve looks like a dad. James screamed and splashed before trying to jump into the water, Y/N catching him as he tried to drown himself.

Lovely.

~

Once James had tired himself out from the pool, everyone got out to get the food Steve was making. James had been sitting with Y/N in the shade, however he got right up and yelled "Seeb!" before stumbling over to Steve and patting his leg, making Steve smile and pick him up, putting him on his lap. James curled up and went to sleep immediately, and Y/N's heart clenched as she committed the picture to memory.

When Steve had finished his food he put his plate to the side and leaned back, watching the kids get back in the pool even after Steve's warning about being in the pool after eating. Jonathan and Nancy were curled up on a blanket on the lawn, the trees shading them. Robin was laying on a floaty stolen from one of the kids, and Eddie was smoking further away from them so James and the kids didn't get the second hand smell. Y/N felt content, the alcohol from her mixed drinks making her sleepy. She turned to the side, about to tell Steve that she was gonna get on the floaty and into the water, but when she looked he was asleep, James passed out on his chest. Y/N smiled, grabbing another mixed drink before getting into the water and floating over to Robin.

"You've got him wrapped around your finger." Robin smirks, twirling her own margarita in her hand.

"What?" Y/N furrows her brows as if she doesn't feel her heart beating out of her chest when she just looks at Steve.

"Don't play dumb." Robin pushes her slightly in a friendly manner, and Y/N grabs the other girl's floaty in an attempt to not float away.

"I'm not it's just," She shakes her head, looking over at James and Steve who were both still happily snoozing. She takes a deep breath and is grateful for Robin's silence. "I haven't, like," She pulls her lips in and blurts it out. "No one has shown interest since I had James." She doesn't look at Robin, turning her head so she's looking at the house, away from everyone.

"Steve is kinda like that." Robin's comment draws Y/N's attention. "He loves kids. Wants to have, like, six of them. And before he even knew you had a kid he thought you were hot, so." Robin drank from her drink with a smug smile, but Y/N is just staring.

"I mean, he probably meant his own kids. Ya know?" She's grasping at straws and Robin can tell.

"Girl," Robin's sunglasses slip down her nose as she looks over them at Y/N. "Do you see him over there? If he only wanted his own children, he wouldn't be over there taking a nap with yours." Y/N thought of this, looking back over and for once not feeling fear when her heart melted.

"You can see where I'm coming from, right?" Y/N muttered, looking over at Robin with a shy smile. The girl pushed her sunglasses back up and took another drink.

"I can, but you need to open your eyes." Robin's blunt words make Y/N's eyebrows raise. "He spoils the shit outta you and especially your baby. And that's just who he is." Y/N's heart races, because she of course knows that Steve loves to do things for others, and clearly he loves to do things for her.

Maybe she should open her eyes.

~

"Before you ask," Steve is saying as he grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her out the door. Everyone is lazing about inside, and Y/N had been washing the dishes while James played with his new friends. "James is with Nancy."

"Why would I ask that?" She turns to him, confused.

"Because we're about to go on an adventure." He grabs her hand and puts the sponge down, pulling her away from the sink.

"Where are we going?" She asks, letting him pull her.

"We're going to go on a bike ride." He tells her as they walk out the front door. Outside the sun is setting and bathing everything in a warm glow.

"Why?" She asks, but she's giddy already.

"Because it'll be fun." He smirks, grabbing the bike he snagged from Dustin.

"There's only one bike." She mentions, heart picking up speed as Steve smiles at her. This back and forth they're doing is just stalling their inevitable ride.

"That's kinda the point." He straddles the bike and turns to her expectantly.

"Where am I gonna sit?" She asks, not seeing very much room on the back. To her surprise, Steve scoots backward and makes room on the front.

"Come on," His smile is so inviting that she has no choice but to slowly hop on, her back pressed against his front. Slowly, his arms come from around her and grabs the handlebars, holding her in. She puts her feet on the metal bars as Steve pushes off. He leans forward so she leans back, keeping each other up right. They're not going fast, but the breeze is chilling her skin not covered by her coverup. The day at the pool had made her exhausted, and watching everything pass as Steve held her close and they went along the empty road.

She turns her head to him, and as she does so he turns to her and they have a single moment where they're about to kiss before they are falling.

Steve falls first, his arms going around her to break her fall. She hits her head slightly but is otherwise fine, and she turns to Steve, who is laughing, only barely scraped up.

"I'm sorry," He chuckles, pulling her close and staying on the ground.

"For what?" She asks, looking up at him. If she could reach, she'd kiss him.

"Crashing." He tells her, and she just rolls her eyes.

"That's part of the fun, isn't it?" She scoots up, enough to be able to reach his lips if she wanted.

"Uh huh." Steve probably doesn't even know what he just agreed to, but he can't be bothered to turn his brain on. The feel of her body on his is indescribable, and he never wants to think about anything else. He leans down for a kiss, feeling this is the time. After the last failed attempts he was nervous, but there was no one here to interrupt them. He sees her close her eyes and lift her chin, and he dips his and closes his eyes, brain only focused on the feel of-

"Hey!" Of course this time it's Robin. Of course.

Steve huffs and shifts a bit, the moment ruined. Y/N groans and sits up, sliding away from Steve. He stands, offering a hand to her and dusting his clothes.

"I thought you guys were, like dead on the side of the road!" Robin comments, and Steve regrets ever helping her get her drivers license.

"We're fine." Y/N smiles, much nicer than Steve had been. Robin nods and rants on about a couple things that neither of them pay attention to before she's gone, leaving the two alone.

"We should probably head back." Steve suggests, moment ruined. Y/N nods and pushes back some of her hair, shoulders creeping up in embarrassment.

Was the universe against them or something?

~

Once everyone finds rides, Y/N and Steve are left alone.

"I'm sorry, he usually doesn't go down this easy." Y/N mentions, the two in the doorway of the guest room where James is sleeping, pillows barricading him from rolling off the bed. Steve makes a mental note to get a play pen for his house.

"You can stay here if you want?" He suggests hesitantly. He knows how it sounds, but he also knows Y/N and James. "If you try to take him home now, he's gonna wake up and never go back to sleep." This seems to convince Y/N, who smiles shyly.

That's how Steve finds himself at 7:30 am, James on his hip and pancakes on the stove. He had already fed and changed James, who had woken up at 6:37 and almost woke Y/N up. Steve had suggested the guest bedroom, or even his parents bedroom, but when she looked up at him and told him she didn't mind sharing the bed how could he say no? So he kept his hands to himself for all of thirty minutes until they both fell asleep and he woke up to her laying in his arms, peaceful look on her face as she slept. He had to maneuver over her to go get James, and then had to take him downstairs and hope that feeding him would stop the crying. He read the formula packet Y/N had brought to figure out how to make it and spent far too long getting it the right temperature. When he spied the diapers, he realized he'd never changed one in his entire life, and this was gonna be a doozy.

He had done it though, and now James was happy babbling, both of them shirtless as James didn't have any other clothes and Steve slept without a shirt on. Just as Steve took the pancakes off the stove and plated them, getting ready to serve Y/N breakfast in bed, the lock on the front door jiggled.

"Shit." He muttered, only able to stare as his parents came into view.

"Shit!" James repeated, catching the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington. Steve could only blink as James waved, his new favorite thing that Robin and Max had taught him the night before.

"You have a baby?" Mr. Harrington was the first to respond, bags dropped to the floor and door still open.

"Uh," Steve wasn't sure what to say. Had his parents told him they were coming back today? He must have forgotten.

"We're gone for a month and he has a baby." Mrs. Harrington threw her hands up, shaking her head.

"No, wait," Steve was confused, because although James was a baby he didn't look like a newborn.

"I cannot believe this!" Mr. Harrington's furious tone causes Steve to flinch and James to let out a cry, curling into Steve. And for the first time, instead of cowering to his father, Steve steps up, holding James with both arms and shielding him from the nightmare of humans in front of him. James is still crying, and when Steve looks at his mother he can see her face soften a bit.

His father is still stalking toward him, and Steve can't think of anything to say. He just stands there, rubbing James' back and hoping Y/N stays asleep.

"What the hell is going on?" She comes racing down the stairs as Steve's father gets so close they're almost touching. "Get the fuck away from my son!" She pushes Mr. Harrington back, seething as she stands in front of Steve and James. Steve is shocked that she has the guts to do what he could never, and his heart grows a bit.

"Your son?" Mr. Harrington roars a laugh, scaring James even more. This only makes Y/N angrier, the look in her eyes murderous. James is now sobbing into Steve's shoulder, shuddering in a way that makes Steve feel more anger than he thought capable. Y/N wants to tell them to leave, to get the fuck out, but she can't tell them to get the fuck out of their own house.

"We are leaving." Steve says, packing James' diaper bag and grabbing Y/N's hand, pulling her up to his room. His mother yells after him, but his father keeps her from following the two up.

"I'm so sorry." Y/N whispers as Steve hands James to her and puts a shirt on and grabs a couple things. He shakes his head.

"It's fine." He seems actually fine, and Y/N just stares. She's bouncing James, who isn't crying as hard anymore but is still sniffling.

"It's not." She says, and Steve just shrugs. "You can stay with me." It comes out of her mouth before she could think, and she instantly regrets it. She has a small ass trailer and a baby. "I understand, though, because James and it's tiny and-"

"Yes. Thank you." He cuts her off with a smile and then is hauling his bag up and walked out the room, Y/N following and thinking about what she had just said. She's going to be living with Steve.

What has she gotten herself into?

//

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, my girl, good girl, ) WHOLE PART IS SMUTT, NSFW, p in v, creampie, oral on f, giving safe words, use of toys, shiabari, bondage, ball gag, blindfold, overstim(a lil?), squirting, flogging, not use of safe word-but like teaching when to use one, and some sweet aftercare!, fingering, shorter part

“Jassss—ahhh!!—perrrr!!!!”

He slams his hips into your ass with loud slaps over and over, your whole body lurching forward every time. He holds your body tightly against his by the ropes he tied in knots all over your pretty body.

“P-please! Harder!!! Ah!! Jas-perrrr! Harder!!! HARDER!!!!” You cry out like your life depends on this one moment.

“Y/N! F-fuck!! Y/N,” He pulls you further up by those ropes like you’re a puppet and grabs your collared throat with his other, choking you enough to bring you to that precipice you already love dancing on with him.

The resounding slapping of his pelvis against your skin is already so loud in the night, you’re glad you’re not in your old apartment where everyone would be hearing not only that, but both of your desperate howling.

“AHHH!!!!” You feel his cum finally splash deep into your womb, instantly filling you up. “Jas—per!!! Mmmm!!!”

“Cum on me again, pretty!” He thrusts harder and harder still, lifting your body higher over and over again.

The ropes burn and the pain mixes so deliciously with the intense pleasure leaving you delirious as you cum another time, your spasms milk him dry.

His dick twitches inside you.

You relax completely and catch your breath, while he still holds you up by the rope.

“J-jasper, th-that was—”

“After what you did, Y/N, I’m not even close to being done with you.” He nuzzles your neck and nips your ear.

You shiver, your eyes widening.

You hadn’t known at the time what you were getting yourself into, “I’m gonna devour you, Y/N. You’re never leavin my sight again.” He had said to you while you gazed up at him, wide eyed, from under the desk. His hand caressing your chin. If you had a tail it would have been wagging, you felt so proud. You did so good!

Back to right now, and his teeth and snakebites are grazing your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“You better be ready for more, pretty~”

“Wha—?” Before you can ask, your abruptly flipped onto your back. Your tied arms behind you are making your back arch in this position. “J-Jas—”

“I told you before we left, pretty girl. There's no way I'd be done with you yet.” He starts putting pillows under your ass, lifting up your lower half using the ropes that surround both sides of your glistening pussy.

The pressure around the outside of your lips squeezing them together makes you shake and whine.

“Just relax f’me. Im not gonna check in much t’day.”

“Kay,” you nod. It's so pleasant how comfortable he makes you.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold out of his bedside table.

Carefully he puts them on you, “Open up, pretty,” You shudder and do just that.

He’s fussing over you and making sure your hair’s not caught in anything. Then he fixes the rest of your hair from sticking to your skin and having gone under the rope from the last few sessions.

Once your blind, and he’s pulled away, you hear a *click* like a button being pressed.

Nothing happens and you relax, not even having realized that you even tensed up.

He chuckles, “Good girl, now if you want me to actually stop, say some kind of random food, like pineapple, or avocado. Got it? i’ll hear it through that gag, don’t worry, pretty.”

“mmhmmf,” You nod. At first you think it sounds silly, but then you realize how much power he’s giving you in your physically powerless state.

Your belly feels all fluttery, you’re already more than hot and bothered all over again.

You wiggle your hips a little against the restraints.

“Aw, such a good girl f’me”

A long second of nothing happens and the anticipation swells inside of you until, *Thwap!*

A few leather strands lightly slap your thigh, He slowly drags it across your leg. It tickles, “Mmff!” You smile, and bend weird against the ropes.

“You like that, pretty? want me to hit ya harder?”

“Mmmff hmff!” you nod.

He’s smiling and admiring your beautiful body, he cant wait to leave marks all over you.

He waits another long second before smacking you with it again, this time harder, still not enough to actually hurt you, but it stings. You wiggle and moan against the gag. Another smack with it, harder and in the same spot, before he moves and smacks your other thigh.

After a couple more hits, both your thighs are hot, you think hes going to hit you again until you feel the strands lightly glide between your folds. You convulse as you come again. "MMMM!!!! ASERRR" His name around that gag makes his dick twitch and hit his own thigh.

He didn't think he'd be getting hard again so soon after cumming three times already.

It fills with more blood still as he thinks about filling you up with even more cum. "Fffuck, pretty, you're too good f'me, im gettin' hard again jus lookin at ya"

You smile and wiggle more, trying to entice him. He already was, but now he's just plain mesmerized.

You don't even register the click before you feel him pop something not too big inside you.

You feel a new stinging as the flog is guided through the air right down onto your tender cunt. “Mmmm!! mm!!” He hits right over your opening again.

Then he leans down to suck your hardened clit, his tongue expertly flicking you as he does. It's TOO much! you shake your head violently, screaming around the little red ball.

"let it out f'me, pretty~" he turns up the vibration.

You feel a pull on the ropes around your thighs, squeezing your abused lips together as he sucks your clit again. mixed with the vibration inside you, you feel so overwhelmed.

“Mm onna!!!!! aserrrrr!!!” You pant, and yell.

“C’mon, pretty, you can do it,” His words are sloppy as his tongue laps under your hood.

You release a torrent of juices, you didn’t even know was possible. “Such a good girl—”

The feeling of releasing that way is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As soon as you do and you’re panting so very heavily, he removes the vibrator and the gag, you cough and shake. You didn’t really notice your legs until just now.

He knows you didn’t say a safe word, but something looks off.

“J-jasper, my legs are cr-cramping”

His eyes widen a little, and his heart hurts, he reaches back into that drawer and pulls a knife out.

In two smooth motions your binds are all cut.

Next his body is wrapped around yours, and he’s massaging your calves, “Y’know you can use safe words for leg cramps too, sweet girl,” He peppers some loving kisses to your face, “You were tied up li’that for a while…”

“I didn’t think about it… o-or notice” You giggle through the pain, focusing on his soft hands. “Thanks s’much Jasper, I’m sor-“

“No need, pretty, think ya can walk to the bathroom w’ me”

Your legs feel better after he rubbed them, they feel a little like solid rocks now though, but you think you can!

“You’re so cute, do you even know you make a face when you’re feelin’ determined?” He pokes your cute cheek.

Your face warms a little, how this man makes you feel all these kinds of things is beyond you.

He slings your arm around him testing if your able to walk, and you seem pretty good, just a slight hobble… Might not even be from the cramping. He can’t help but smile.

“Good job pretty, you’re doin so good,”

The en-suite isn’t too far, and he sets you down on a poofy stool near the tub. You stretch your legs, he was careful with you to not cut off any blood flow, so you’re thankfully not numb anywhere.

You’re usually dehydrated and get cramps like these sometimes anyway. Probably the combination of the bend and the constant curling of your toes.

As soon as the water warms he helps you into the tub, then climbs in behind you.

Warm arms wrap around you, and for a while you both just relax like that. He eventually moves first leaning back against the tub.

You lean back into him and snuggle into his chest. “Pretty~ Ya gonna fall’sleep before you can wash li’this,”

He reaches over for a loofa and dips it in the water.

“here, pretty girl, lemme…”

He starts with just scribing in gentle circles down your arms, then your legs. He gets to your neck, kissing every spot before he cleans it.

The loofa tickles as he runs it up your sides. He uses one hand to fondle you, caressing up your belly, then gently cups your tit. The loofa travels down between your legs, and his fingers up. He tweaks your nipple, and blows a puff at your ear lobe.

He forgoes the loofa and dips a finger into you, you lean back and widen your legs until one is hooked over the tubs edge.

“Good girl, such a good girl f’me” His other hand trails your arm, and finds your hand to hold.

“I love you, Y/N, s’much…” a soft kiss to your neck, “I jus’ wanna spoil you…” another kiss, under your jaw this time, and he caresses your hand with his own. “I wanna protect you…” A longer kiss this time, “mmm, protect you from everything, even your past.”

“Ahhhmmm!” You clasp your hand around the one of his that’s between your legs, pressing it harder to you so he stops as you come again.

“So pretty~” he purrs.

[rosiesmuts]

The Greatest Gift

BLACKPINK Rosé & Lisa Words: 5,000

A/N: Multiple references to my previous works in the RosieSmut’s BLACKPINK Universe

Birthday gifts as an adult could never capture the same excitement as they did during childhood. Gone are the days where a simple toy could bring entertainment for weeks on end. The gifts itself get more boring as time goes on: toys replaced by clothes or sometimes even straight up cash. Feigning excitement while peeling wrapping paper becomes an arbitrary notion every year; anything priced reasonably for a gift you could want, you could buy on your own.

This is why Rosé's promise was so exciting. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I got you something you’ve been waiting for months!” The only condition was that you had to meet her at her condo. You’re thankful to her, not only for the likely great gift that she has planned out, but for being able to bring back the childlike excitement–the mystery and suspense of what the gift could be coming from a BLACKPINK member. 

When you arrive at her place, you already have a pretty clear idea on what kind of gift she had prepared–the barely there dress being the first thing to greet you along with a bright smile strung across her face. She grabs you by the hand and leads you down the hallway, exposing her sexy back with her fur coat draped down her shoulders. Her arm extends in your direction with a blindfold dangling by her fingertips. After arriving at her door, she places the blindfold into your hand. “You have to put this on first, there’s a surprise waiting for you.”

Walking through her condo with a blindfold on brings on a flashback to the first time you were invited to her home. Her birthday was celebrated with an impromptu visit, with her blindfolding you, and the edging session that followed was something truly unforgettable. Even with your vision being taken away, you still have a general sense that Rosé is guiding you to her bedroom–the pathway to her room is almost second nature from the numerous visits you have taken in the past.

Your suspicions are confirmed when Rosé takes off your shirt, lays you down on her bed, straddles your waist and finally raises your arms above your head. Mutual laughs occur as you playfight with her, flailing your arms against her attempts to tie your hands down, until her voice suddenly becomes strict. “Do you want your gift or not?” With that, all sense of struggle leaves your arms, and you gladly give in to the smaller idol. You’re left at her mercy: silk fabric now ties your wrists to the headboard restricting all movement; your vision being blocked by a blindfold. “It may be your birthday, but you're still my pet…” Rosé seductively whispers into your ears. With your sense of sight being taken away, each one of her gentle brushes against your face and chest makes the hairs on your body stand up.

While being tied up and left to whatever whims Rosé has in store for you is bound to be a great experience, you can’t help but think back to her initial message to you. This was a somewhat normal occurrence, not something that you had been waiting months for. 

“Remember the little game we played on my birthday? How about we try it out again.” In this precarious situation, the only option you’re left with is to nod your head. Uneasiness and nervousness courses through your mind until the weight of Rosé’s body shifts off of yours and you can hear her shuffling around the room. In a replica of her birthday, Rosé places a piece of pineapple against your lips. “Mmm pineapple!” you easily guess. Wasting no time with any additional fruits or snacks, the weight of the bed shifts until two pussy lips are firmly planted directly onto your lips. You instinctually begin to lap up the juices, the flavor being sweet and tangy at the same time. A light moan is heard, but something about it seems different. Despite the change in the tone of her moan, you continue to happily lick away.

“Can you guess what you’re tasting?”

Pausing your tongue for the first time since her lips have met yours, you confidently scream out, “PUSSY!”

“And who’s pussy?”

“Yours, Rosie.”

She imitates a buzzer sound and screams “WRONG!”

You think she’s playing a prank on you, so you lay your tongue out and continue your oral ministrations. While the weight of the body pressed against your face feels correct, Rosé’s words begin to sink in, and you now notice that the shape of the lips has a slight variation from what you’re used to as well as a subtle change in the taste. Worried about exactly who you’re eating out, your pace begins to slow down. 

Rosé laughs seeing your hesitation and asks, “So do you have any guesses?”

You lay there dumbfounded cursing the black piece of fabric blocking your vision. Your brain goes through the paces trying to think of who could have a similar build to Rosé, while also agreeing to this tryst. 

“Do you want a hint…Oppa?” Rosé cheekily asks.

It was unusual for her to call you Oppa. Hearing that word come from Rosé combined with her promise of ‘something you’ve been waiting for for months’ and the mental puzzle begins to solve itself. Though you were pretty certain on who was riding your face, you didn’t want to seem over confident.

“Lisa…?” you meekly answer.

A sharp tug against your eyes, and the sudden brightness of the room’s lights flood your vision.

“SURPRISE OPPA!” Lisa screams out cheerily.

After blinking rapidly, your eyes adjust and you start to see the whole picture. Without even realizing it, your tongue is already laid out, Lisa grinding her moist slit up and down the surface. Her lower half is completely bare, while a black top with a bow wrapped her torso. Rosé was right, this was a gift you have been waiting to unwrap for months. This was a feeling of excitement from an unknown and amazing gift that you have been missing since entering adulthood.

The culmination of endless teasing from Lisa since you’ve met her has finally reached its tipping point. Her pussy was actually firmly planted against your lips, not demanding you to eat or stuff her ass. Though you had already been lapping up her juices for minutes, knowing that this pair of slightly puffy lips–already wet with arousal, belonged to Lisa, turned this into a brand new experience. 

It seems you aren’t the only experiencing new highs with Lisa grabbing the back of your head and burying your face even deeper into her snatch. The sudden tug of your pants snaps you back to reality. Your eyes shift to the left, and notice Rosé is no longer standing next to the bed. Two soft hands are felt rubbing all over your cock, quickly working to get you fully erect. 

“I hope you don’t mind if I help myself out.” The weight of another body joins the bed, then the weight of Rosé is felt straddling your waist. Even with Lisa smothering your face, you’re able to catch a peek of Rosé–her dress had already found its way on the floor, her left hand holding your throbbing shaft, tip already aligned against her dripping core. Mutual moans leave both your mouths the moment she lowers her hips, her needy cunt swallowing up your length in one fell swoop. 

Even as Rosé starts bouncing up and down without any restraint, you continue to indulge in the wonderful gift presented to you. Sweet heaven–the aroma, the texture of soft satin on your tongue, both combine to make your head swim. Your tongue reaches out to lick up and down the slit again and again, coating it with her sweet juices, then curling it back into your mouth to savor the taste. This action appears to send her into uncontrollable shudders and draws a long “Goddddddd” out of Lisa, so you decide to repeat it seeing how much she enjoys it. The tip of your tongue reaches out to tickle up and down the edges of her now very wet lips. This time, she simply wails long and loud, and from the movements of her dancer’s body, you realize she is gripping the top of the headboard tightly, pulling all her muscles tight–the violent shaking of the bed inadvertently frees you of your silk handcuffs.

Rosé notices that you are free of your shackles and decides to raise the stakes. She begins alternating between riding you hard and grinding her hips with your shaft still buried deep inside of her. 

“If you can make Lisa cum before I make you, we’ll give you an even greater gift.”

Rosé places a hand against Lisa’s shoulder causing the younger idol to jump up in shock. Rosé starts to slowly turn Lisa around until they are face to face with each other. 

“Chaeyoung -AH- you look so hot with that cock buried deep inside of you.” Lisa could barely complete her sentence before you make your move that causes her to shriek. 

“And you look so hot with your eyes rolled into the back of your head Lalisa. I hope you don’t mind if I unwrap your gift, birthday boy.” Rosé slides her finger under Lisa’s top and throws it to the floor. 

Both your cock and your lips are drenched in the sweet fluids of the two gorgeous idols. Their hands mindlessly explore each others’ sinful bodies–Rosé continues to fuck herself delirious on your shaft while Lisa grinds her hips against your lips. Rosé takes Lisa’s hand and presses it against her stomach, allowing her to feel the bulge that appears every time she lowers herself fully against your thighs. 

While you wish you could live out this moment forever, you have to bring Lisa over the edge before you succumb to the irrational tightness of Rosé. The time for teasing is over, sliding your hands against Lisa’s thighs and pulling her hard against your face, thrusting your tongue deeply in and out of her, not fast, but slow, deep and continuous–settling into a rhythm, alternating between stimulating her core and her stiffened nub. Lisa’s juices are flowing fast, coating your tongue, face, and nose–the aroma beginning to make you light headed.

Lisa’s voice, husky with desire and need, floats down to your ears, gasping, “Oppa- please- finish me- please-”

Sensing the finale, you lift up Lisa even higher on your face and suck harshly on her engorged clit eliciting even more moans. While you do this, your right hand has replaced your tongue at her pussy, and one, then two, then three fingers are plunged into her depths–twisting and churning inside. Lisa’s sounds are now an almost incoherent babbling, as the fingers and tongue change places, your tongue returning to slide deeply inside her pussy, two fingers rubbing furiously at her clit.  

As she slides back and forth with your tongue buried into her pussy, you feel her muscles tighten against it. Her hips lift off your face, and in a surge, she cums against you–hard and fast, again and again. Over and over her breathing rises while feeling her muscles squeezing your tongue and finger. Judging by such an intense orgasm, you begin to understand why she kept it off limits–the peaks she reaches from those highs left her breathless.

Lisa starts to let out a loud moan, but Rosé captures it with her mouth. She holds Lisa’s face and pulls her in for a hot, sloppy kiss. In that moment, you feel your cock getting suffocated within the wet massaging walls and drowned in the juices of Rosé. Lisa returns the favor–grabbing Rosé’s face and capturing her moan into her mouth as their lips connect with each others’. Somehow you’re able to withstand their challenge, containing your own impending eruption within. 

Lisa slumps forward, and Rosé mercifully releases her stranglehold on your cock. However, that brief respite from the unbelievable pleasure is only replaced by another.

"Good job holding out my sweet pet, time for your follow up gift." 

Rosé slides herself lower on the bed, grabbing Lisa's wrists, bringing her down along with her. Seeing that this was your first time being granted access to Lisa's wondrous pussy, you aren't going to remove your lips from hers anytime soon.

“Oppa, sometimes I forget how nice your cock is.” Lisa states as she begins to lightly lick at your head. 

The two girls stare into each other's eyes while they plant light kisses over every surface of your cock. Rosé is the first to act, pulling Lisa in for another kiss with your head sandwiched between the two pairs of lips–your only regret in this whole experience is not being able to see the action happening between your legs.

Unlike your experience with Rosé and Jennie, there is no competition with the two girls. Working perfectly in sync to bring you the maximum amount of pleasure, Lisa has taken your tip into her mouth, occasionally pausing her suction to draw circles around your head with her tongue while Rosé slowly licks the underside of your shaft.

The vibrations of Lisa moans feel like heaven against your tip–your tongue never ceasing to attack her wetness. You feel no mercy for Lisa as her whole body trembles, the months long wait for a taste of her pussy washing away any guilt. Her hands become lost until Rosé interlocks her fingers with one hand and places the other underneath her chin. 

“Look into my eyes when you cum Lalisa.” 

Lisa lets out a long drawn own moan while sticky cum spilling from her tight hole leaks out all over your face. 

“Fucking love this pussy.” You growl out before diving back in for more, never relenting even as the ecstasy courses throughout her entire being. Lisa tries to squirm away, but you lock both arms around her tiny waist to hold her in place, your pace now low and slow. The only thing holding her up is Rosé, the mastermind of this night simply looks down on Lisa’s withered body.  

“Oppa please, I can’t cum anymore!” Lisa tries begging but her words have no effect on you.

“Yes you can-” taking light licks against her folds between every phrase, “-and you will.” 

Lisa gasps, feeling your lips closing around her clit, flicking your tongue across the hardened nub. She’s hanging on the precipice of another orgasm, your fingers bending crooked inside of her, pressing against her g-spot. This clever trick seems to have done its job, a surprisingly short time has passed until she once again floods your face. 

“Oppa, please I can’t anymore. It hurts.” She begs once again, feeling your tongue working its way back to her folds.

“I thought you liked pain?”

“There’s only one way to stop him when he gets like this.” Rosé chimes in, pressing your cock against Lisa’s lips. 

Rosé has been lightly licking your shaft this whole time and while it felt good, her expertise in edging you let her know exactly how much to hold back to prevent you from cumming. With Lisa now determined to make you stop your attack on her pussy, she eagerly dives her mouth back down. The two girls never break eye contact, seemingly able to telepathically tell each other what to do–Lisa has half your length into her mouth while Rosé licks up any portion left uncovered. This unbelievable sensation has stopped you in your tracks, your arms laid down to the side, gripping tightly to the sheets just trying to hold out. Rosé giggles seeing your reaction and motions for Lisa to turn around. Satisfied with seeing her blowjob doing its job, she finally shifts her body off of yours to get into a better position. She lays down just to your side, and while her pussy is no longer attached to your face, you’re finally able to take in the wonderful view.    

“Chaeyoung help me choke on this.” 

Rosé helps out, placing her hands on either side of Lisa’s face and starts to lower her down further and further. She starts gagging and choking when you reach the back of her throat, but that doesn’t stop Rosé from pushing her down further and further. She finally has her down to your base, and holds her in place for a minute until Lisa furiously taps her hands against the mattress. Rosé pulls her up and Lisa tries to gasp for air, but Rosé leans in to make out with her ruined maknae while staring directly into your eyes. 

Lisa pushes Rosé away, not to catch her breath, but to demand more. 

“Again! I want to choke on every inch of oppa’s dick.”

Lisa wraps her lips back around your cock and looks at Rosé, silently telling her to continue. With full intent, Rosé lowers Lisa all the way, then back up, slowly at first, but building up speed with each successive pass. Before long, Rosé is practically fucking Lisa’s face against your cock. It’s actually impressive how well she’s able to easily take you into her throat, but over time, even the most skilled yield to the basic functions of the human body–your cock is absolutely lathered in saliva, her watery eyes ruining her dark, smoky mascara, and the sounds of gagging and choking filling the air. 

An annoyed expression is seen on Lisa’s face when Rosé mercifully pulls her head off your cock. She only takes a few seconds to gather her breath before adoring her adorable smile in your direction. Through her innocent smile, you can see the immoral intent hidden behind it.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth oppa? Don’t worry - I can take it” tilting her head and using her signature sickeningly cute aegyo voice. Lisa was careful to choose these words, the last time she used them in the hotel room had an unfavorable result.

“Are you sure Lisa?” 

She doesn’t even provide an answer, simply wrapping her lips back around your cock. She lowers herself about halfway before shifting her gaze in your direction, instructing you to begin. Your hips begin to move on their own, thrusting upwards into her pretty little mouth. Rosé holds Lisa in place, your entire length moving in and out of her warm mouth, her gagging causing your shaft to be coated in her spit. 

“You take his cock so well Lalisa.” Rosé says in amazement. She never actually got to see this the last time it happened. “I could never let him fuck my face like this.”

Tears continue running down Lisa’s cheeks, and you would think she would submit any moment, but she’s somehow able to break out a smile even with a cock shoved down her throat, going as far to let out a wink in Rosé’s direction. Her tongue joins in on the action, flicking at your head whenever presented the opportunity.  

Your pace is just as rough as the multitude of times you’ve defiled her ass, every time you reach her throat causes an illicit gag and another fresh coat of drool dripping down to the sheets. Now at your tipping point, you let out a guttural groan signaling Rosé to hold Lisa down. Lisa’s already big doll-like eyes grow even bigger, feeling every spurt of jizz erupting into her mouth. Your orgasm is so intense, you start feeling faint from the euphoric release of endorphins. When your hips stop bucking, Rosé releases her hold on Lisa and she instantly pops up–her appearance completely disheveled with a slow trickle of cum dribbling out of her mouth.

“You did such a good job Lisa.” Rosé gently strokes Lisa's hair.

Lisa looks in your direction, her once perfect makeup now ruined. Copious amounts of saliva and jizz gather around her mouth and chin, yet she still manages to have a shining bright smile.

"How do I look oppa?"

"You look pretty and nasty."

Both girls laugh at your stupid joke, but Rosé maintains stroking your cock.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, I know just tasting Lisa’s tight pussy wasn’t enough was it? Don’t worry pet, I’ve prepared the finest Thai fuckdoll for your special day.”

Though you had just cum not even a minute ago, the prospect of finally penetrating Lisa’s previously forbidden core instantly energizes you back into action. Rosé spanks Lisa’s tight ass and she springs back into action. She attempts to straddle your waist, but tired of being on your back all night, you quickly switch positions with her. 

“Are you sure Lisa? Still too sensitive?” you ask her while using two fingers to lightly graze her opening. 

“Fuck me Oppa.” Lisa lightly bites down on her lower lips before seductively whispering in response.

People say to never let your expectations get too high, for reality often disappoints. The torturous hold out of her perfectly pink pussy was definitely worth the wait. You intended to tease and play with her a bit, rubbing your tip along her slit, hoping she would beg you to put it in, but could hold out no longer. Your entire body shudders upon first entry, your cock is promptly squeezed by suffocatingly tight walls, and you can’t believe you’ve been missing out on this for all this time.

Part of you would have been satisfied with just soaking in her wet core, but your cock has a mind of its own. Allowing time to adjust for both parties involved, your thrusts start out slow. Even with this frustrating slow pace, your whole being experiences pure bliss–her fleshy insides massaging your entire length with each reentry. The squishy sounds of sex fill the air, but the distinct cries of Lisa overtake them.

“Stretch out that tight little pussy,” Rosé instructs, climbing onto the bed, resting her arms around your shoulders from behind. You can feel her tight body pressed against your back and her lips meet with yours when you turn your head, giving you the encouragement to dutifully fuck Lisa. 

Lisa’s moaning becomes unbearably loud and Rosé quiets her down in the most efficient way. She faces you while straddling her face, muffling the loud moans directly into her pussy. Your hands fondle one of each tiny breast, the left plays with Lisa’s while the right latches onto Rosé’s–your thrusts into Lisa continue while Rosé peppers your neck with light pecks. The two girls have definitely met their goal of turning this into the greatest birthday gift of your life. 

Rosé reaches down, circling Lisa's clit with four of her fingers, throwing the younger girl into a complete tizzy. Lisa’s entire body being stimulated by different things sends her past the summit and at the apex of one of your particularly hard thrusts, Lisa wails and bucks her hip upwards, her body involuntary trying to escape from your throbbing cock and Rosé’s skillful fingers. Rosé climbs off, Lisa’s impassioned moaning finally at a standstill, her breathing labored and leg still slightly twitching. 

“Oppa, that was amazing… I should’ve let you fuck my pussy sooner.” Lisa struggles to speak through her heavy breaths.

“What do you mean, was?”

A loud yelp escapes out of Lisa when you flip her over and pull up on her waist. You’ve taken her countless times in the position, face down ass up, but never in this hole. Lisa tries to beg, her throat sore, her entire body aching and burning up, pounded into submission by orgasm after orgasm. Tethering on the brink of losing her mind due to overstimulation, she reaches behind covering up her opening. Luckily for you, you’re well versed in the weaknesses of Lalisa Manoban and a lick to her puckered hole is enough for her to lower her defenses, exposing her leaking walls. 

Running your hands up and down her tight muscular body sends a shiver down her spine. Every cute moan that escapes her lips only makes you want to continue teasing, her body completely tense with your tip pressed against her slit. 

“Just put it in already, Oppa.”

Words you were hoping to hear earlier finally float their way into your ears. Her hot, wet flesh promptly wraps around you, clenching tighter and tighter the harder you grip on her tiny waist. Before long, Lisa’s pursuit of euphoria starts betraying her aching pussy, her hips starts mirroring your movements, perfectly timing her backwards motions with your forwards thrusts.

“Make me cum Oppa, please just make me cum.” 

Her cries of pleasure increase with each emphatic thrust. Fully seizing this opportunity, your hands grip on to her hips, forcefully pushing her body forward before slamming her back, impaling her on your rod. After only five of these slams, her entire body shakes in response, and an ear piercing shriek fills the room. This was possibly her strongest orgasm of the night, her warm tightness clenching your cock tighter than ever. A torrent of her juices floods out, staining everything in its path: her thighs, your cock, Rosé’s sheets and mattress. You continue to fuck her through every second of her orgasm until her body goes limp–once your hands leave her waist she lays completely prone on the bed.  

“I told you she was the finest Thai fuckdoll I could find.” Rosé has patiently watched you devastate Lisa. “...But you still haven’t cum and I need you inside of me. Take me any way you want, my sweet pet.”

You try to imagine all the different positions, but fucking Lisa so intensely has your thighs burning, so you give her ass a quick slap, lay down on your back, and pull her thighs toward you. Reverse cowgirl is your position of choice, allowing Rosé to do most of the work. She expertly displays all of her talents, skillfully fucking herself, the visual pleasure of seeing her sexy sweaty back combined with her ass bounce up and down combined with her honey moans fluttering their way to your ears only adding to the experience. 

It never fails to surprise you how good being inside of Rosé feels, it isn’t just her tightness or texture, it’s the absolute skill and effort she displays in making you feel good. The decision to rest while she did the work goes fully to plan, your energy levels fully recharged. You pull her back, her sweaty back resting against your chest, and your hands find themselves fondling her breasts. As if she can sense what’s coming next, she turns and whispers “ruin me” into your ears before locking her lips on to yours. Furious upwards thrusts as fast as you can follow up her command, relentlessly chasing after your own release. 

A harsh squeeze of her tits, then perfectly synced moans of satisfaction echo throughout the room. Every spasm and twitch of Rosé’s tight snatch manages to squeeze out another spurt of your thick seed. Her arms lose their strength, and she lays back fully onto your chest, giving you a whiff of her sweet, musky hair. She rolls off of you and you’re interrupted by a slack jawed Lisa.

“That was so fucking hot you two.” Lisa exclaims with a grin from ear to ear. Seemingly regained her stamina, she crawls on to the other side of you, and they both snuggle into your chest.

“Happy Birthday!” They scream out in unison, both using one hand to lightly caress your now limp cock. 

“I was thinking…” Though exhausted, both girls' ears perk up waiting for your follow up, “...could you guys do that finishing move from back in the hotel room?”

They giggle in excitement, and pop back up to their feet. Rosé climbs off the bed and gets onto her knees. Lisa perks up and pulls your arm until you’re back to your feet. Though you had just came, it doesn’t take long for the warmth of two hot mouths to work you back into an erection. In a perfect repeat performance of that fateful night, Lisa winks at you before taking a position behind Rosé and waits for her cue. Rosé licks your shaft and locks eyes with you before she inserts your head into her mouth–her cheeks hollowing out with incredible suction as soon as it enters. Once Lisa sees this, she reaches around Rosé and uses both her hands to grip under your shaft, then quickly uses both hands to stroke your shaft at a lightning quick speed while Rosé maintains unimaginable suction. 

Unsure on why this move was so effective, you immediately get lightheaded and let out a loud groan as you cum directly into Rosé’s mouth–her chipmunk cheeks immediately filling up as spurt after spurt shoot out. As quickly as this special move started, it was over just as fast, as they made you cum in under ten seconds. Lisa smugly smiles and proclaims “never fails.”

Rosé grabs Lisa’s face, parting her lips with her tongue, forcing her into a deep passionate kiss. Lisa immediately recognizes the situation, happily accepting your load into her mouth. They eagerly continue to exchange your gift to them until their lips slowly trail away from each other. Two sets of eyes lock with yours, ensuring your witness to their exaggerated gulps, each taking in their fair share. 

You want this night to continue, but your fatigue is telling you otherwise. You lay back down on the bed, each girl returning to their position on either side of you.

“Rest up my sweet pet, your gift isn’t over yet. Jennie and Jisoo are coming over in the morning…” 

[kotoriarlert]

I think Leon's hair is long enough to be tied up into a mini pineapple looking ponytail.

[emiim23]

Vacation!Nanami x Black!reader

♡genre: established relationship , romance, fluff, smut

♡warnings: +18 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬!! MDNI!! fluff,slow to rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, cutenames ( my love, beautiful, good girl, princess), pwp(barley there plot) , sub!reader & dom!Nanami [ i think thats it pls let me know if i missed anything :) ]

This tiktok inspired this headcanon😭🤞🏾

Masterlist

So we all know that Nanami doesn't go on vacation, he's a certified workaholic but if he does it's only because his best girl wants him with her, of course he brings his work with him, online meetings and all of that.

When his beautiful angel of a girlfriend offers to go out for lunch he absolutely cannot resist the pout on her plump lips and the way her sundress flows around her frame, he just has to go with you.

So now here you are hand in hand enjoy the breeze and the sun on your skin. Matching outfits making your pictures so much better.

Having lunch on the deck was amazing until the waitress kept trying to flirt with your man.

Key word TRYING because nanami was not giving her the time of day, keeping his eyes on you playing with your hand.

"Excuse me sir what would you like anything off of our special menu" she said leaning closer to him

Before you could tell her off Nanami moved his chair closer to you so you could sit side by side.

"No, how about you my love, I'll have whatever you're getting" Nanami said kissing your shoulder as he pulled your arm closer to his chest.

"I'll get a chicken salad, fries and lasagna please" you said smiling at the waitress

"Can we also get one mango, pineapple smoothie two waters and a new waiter, thanks" Nanami said not even looking at the woman as she scoffed and stomped away.

Lunch went perfect after the change and the next place to go was the private pool attached to your suite.

When the occasion does arise for Nanami to go on holiday he goes for luxury and comfort over anything especially once you two got together.

And the most important thing about a good vacation is privacy.

A dip in the pool turned into a playful water fight splashing about, laughter being carried by the wind, the sun turning the water droplets on your skin into stars, making Nanami fall deeper in love with you, as you tried to swim away Nanami pulled you into his arms basically lifting your body halfway out of water.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, one hand weaving your fingers through his hair, your acrylics scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum in satisfaction.

Taking this opportunity you leaned down and kissed him the kiss you shared intensified his tongue making its way into your mouth.

His hands roamed around your body switching between squeezing your thighs and your ass not knowing which to choose. The heat growing within your bodies contrasted with the cool water surrounding the both of you making you want to get closer to each other, closer than the way you already were.

Breaking away from the kiss the both of you breathing heavily trying to catch your breath.

"Let's go inside" you said as you kissed his neck loving the way his body felt against yours.

Nanami walked to the edge of the pool sitting you down on the edge so you could stand up. Making your way to the room you started stripping your bikini making a show out of it, taking off your bikini top you tossed it over your shoulder hearing it his the floor behind you, as you reached for the ties on the side of you bikini bottoms you heard Nanami get closer to you.

You giggled as Nanami led you into the room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck.

“Gimme a kiss,” Nanami murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. Turning your body around he picked you up his hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin walking towards the bed until his knees hit the bed. Breaking the kiss he remained quiet as he tossed you onto the bed and spread your creamy, brown thighs.

A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he stared down at your pussy. Licking his lips, he started to go down to have a taste, but stopped as an idea came to him. "Baby, want you to put your pussy on my face." He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come.

Biting your lip, not sure if you could do what was asked of you. You let out a squeak when he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you over to him. Untying the strings of your bikini so quickly that you didn't notice.

Lifting you up easily, he placed you into his lap and grabbed your chin. Nanami pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss that left you panting and wanting more. His dark eyes had a serious glow in them as he firmly said, "Sit. On. My. Face."

Your hands grabbed the headboard of the bed almost immediately at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling over your puffy folds, The sight of Nanami underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever. Your head fell back as your felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

It's messy the way he eats you, dragging his tongue over your clit as he pushes back your thighs. your folds spread out allowing him to push his tongue between your tight walls.

he moans as your pussy tightens around his muscle. he slurps your cream, fucking you with his tongue.

"fuck, you taste good" he breathes, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.

"feels so good" you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair. he groans as he closes his lips around your clit, sucking your swollen bud and reducing you to a moaning mess. "fuck, Kento," you gasp. your thighs twitch under his fingers as a heat fills your body.

You gush over his mouth, rocking on his lips, cumming. your lips part to let out sweet moans of his name.

Nanami made slurping sounds as he devoured you. Your sweet taste dripping down his chin as he found pleasure in hearing your cries and moans as his tongue worked orgasm after orgasm from your pretty cunt. His fingers came up to slide into your sticky hole as his lips closed your swollen, protruding clit.

Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another orgasm from you with his greedy tongue. "Ken, baby...I can't anymore." You tried to lift yourself up, but his fingers dug into your plush thighs, yanking you back down onto his hungry lips.

"One more beautiful. Give me one more and I'll be satisfied." Nanami was drunk off your taste. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could. Sucking your tender clit back into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it as his fingers pushed back inside, thrusting in and out of you and making loud squelching sounds.

Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you ground your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your weeping pussy. Gazing back down at his face, the sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue.

Nanami tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before let you fall limply to the side. "I needed that." He said as he sat up. "Thank you, baby." Nanami kissed your forehead

Situating himself in front of you he started lifting your legs around his waist. Looking at him with basically hearts in your eyes your eyes glanced down you didn't realise that his swimming trunks were long gone.

" How are you feeling my love" Nanami asked as he kissed your chest making his way up to your lips.

"So good Nami~"you sighed loving the feeling of his weight on your body.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly. "You' re taking it so good" he sucks in a breath, his voice deep and calm as he works his thick length into you. "good girl" he praises you, pulling out slowly only to work his thick cock back into your throbbing cunt.

“so good baby, you take me so well”

“you like being stuffed with my cock, huh?" he groans out as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good....shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl, you're just so good for me.”

Your heart swells at the praise you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

Kento! ” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest against you. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.” you cry still sensitive from your previous high.

Nanami laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of Kento's girth. He chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain. "Lift your hips up for me princess" Nanami says right in your ear making your head spin.

you do your best to lift your hips , shuddering at how his luscious blonde hair tickles your shoulders as he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time Nanami pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. You barely have any room to breathe between the way Kento fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“Be a good girl, be my pretty girl and cum f’me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum for me baby. ” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me, fuck. You're my good fucking girl.” He moans throwing your legs over his shoulders and pressing deeper into you.

“i can’t, can’t. K-ken-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. You let your head fall back against soft pillows beneath you, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. The knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your pussy.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” Nanami sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “That’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

He leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your pelvis to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please Kenni. cum inside me, please.” You beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as Nanami picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down to the sheets.

His thrusts were sloppier, signaling his release. You clenched your walls around him as he kept hitting that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back, your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his.

With one last sloppy thrust he spilled himself into you, milking every single drop of his cum. Your body dissolved into pleasure, coming undone underneath the man you love.

Kissing your ankle where an anklet with both of your initials lay he trailed his hands all over your body helping relax your muscles as he praised you for being oh so sweet for him. Barely hearing a word he was saying you relished in the warmth of his kisses and the feeling of his hands massaging your thighs.

"I'm going to draw us a bath okay love" Nanami said as he slowly pulled away from you making you wine at the loss of contact.

"I'll be quick" he said as he went to the bathroom, the sound of the water running combined with the smell of lavender made you feel more relaxed, your body sinking into the bed.

"Princess you can't go to sleep just yet" Nanami said with a small laugh, you just looked so soft surround by the pillows, your body curved around the duvet the sun making the whole situation look like it was straight out of a movie.

"mhm" you said not really having the energy to reply without realising it Nanami came to the bed and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. This made you laugh as you were caught by surprise from the sudden rush of air.

As you made your way to the bath Nanami set you down on the counter. "Beautiful, I forgot towels, I'll be right back" he said as he kissed you before walking out.

Jumping off the counter you quickly used the toilet and cleaned up a bit before he came back. Looking in the mirror you saw the complete hot mees he left you. Braids in a tangled mess, hickies scattered all over your neck and chest going down your stomach as you looked back at your face your lip gloss from earlier was basically non existent, eyes hooded with content and a small smile on your face. Nanami walked back in with not only towels but also two bottles of water.

"Ready?" he asked as he set everything down on the counter.

"yep" you smiled back as you made your way to the steaming bubble bath. Sliding in you sighed in complete bliss as the water surround you. Hearing Nanami get in behind you you leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I love you Kento" you smiled back at him.

"I love you too my darling princess" he said as he kissed you.

A/n: so part two of ma Belle evangeline is coming soon I just really need to get this off my mind as soon as I saw that tik tok I just had to do something about it. this turned out longer than I thought 💀buuut I still love it, please let me know what you think, like share and comment <3

P.S please let me know if you want to be tagged in my future fics or part 2 of ma Belle evangeline

[cas-skz]

NEW TERRITORY

jimin x fem!reader

You wanted to spice up your sex life & your new boyfriend knew exactly how to do so.

Dom soft Jimin makes you squirt and squirm while having you tied up.

18+ please!! MDNI warnings: smut obvi, rope play, pinning, squirting, oral (m to f), possibly cockwarming, pet name (darling)

word count: 2k

I tired a different writing style with this one. I like it a lot, but would love some feedback on it! not read over by someone smarter than me. also please go find jimishi's note change in fire because yes. it's how I got here. Lots of love, xx Cas

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“You’re okay…” Jimin’s voice was soft as his hand gripped tightly at the rope tied around your wrists. An unfamiliar territory for you, but a very comfortable one for the older male.

His free hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer to him, your bottom fitting perfectly in his lap. He was much bigger than your petite frame, strong arms that could maneuver you in anyway he pleased.

“Do you know your safety word?” His breath was hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Ya…pi-pineapple” your words stutter as his hand moved from the ropes, trailing towards your clit where large fingers swirled slowly as soft moans escaped your lips.

It was a strange feeling, having no use of your arms, being in his control and allowing him to do as he pleases.

His body leans back slightly, his large member bucking against you as his digits increased speed, moans of pleasure fill the room.

In a swift movement, his body stands with you against him, one arm wrapped around your rib cage and the other still working on your clit as he brought you into the bedroom.

The ropes had been retied to the headboard, your arms now trapped above your head as Jimin worked on strapping your ankles down.

“Jimin—” you whine, feeling loss of all control as all four limbs are now locked in place. The male works his way towards you.

“You’re okay…” he reassures, moving your hair from your face to place a ever so gentle kiss on your lips. He let it linger for a moment, deeply kissing you as his hand trailed to the small of your back.

“I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you. Understand?” He said between kisses, hips rolling slowly against you. His demeanor went dark when you gave him a small nod to go on.

Jimin’s fingers slowly pumped your hole, his tongue matching the pace against your clit. His speed started to increase.

Your hips started to buckle as you felt yourself closer to orgasm, your hands trying to find some sort of grip. He didn’t let up.

“That’s it darling” he mused, body hovering over you as his fingers moved at top speed, your walls tightening around them as you felt pressure build.

“—I’m fucking cumming Jimin.” You pant, legs wanting to wrap around the male as he brought you to peak, ropes preventing you from having any access to him. Your body shook and clenched where it could as you screamed his name in pleasure.

His fingers didn’t stop. The dark eyed male switched their positions, curving slightly inside of you as he now moved them rapidly vertically, a loud wet slopping sound to go along with your screams as your juices squirted onto his hand, a feeling of pleasure and release you had never felt before.

“Oh—oh my fuck” you cursed, the feeling of your orgasm controlling your movements.

Your body rocked slowly down from the high, his fingers sliding out and moving to your clit, rubbing in small circles.

“How was that darling?” He asked softly, his mouth finding your neck to place soft kisses, tiny bites every few seconds.

Your voice was shaky, it all felt so good. “So—fuck. So good.” you moan. He moves so your eyes met with his, Jimin placed another deep kiss on your lips. His fingers started to pick up speed on your already throbbing pussy.

Jimin quickly moved to untie one of your ankles, allowing him to have better access to you as his body lowered to your core, trailing kisses as his tongue started to work on your clit once more and his fingers pumping your tight entrance.

“Again.” He demanded, his free hand grabbing one of your breasts, a finger teasing at your nipple.

You weren’t sure it was possible, but you were at his will.

The ropes pulled tightly at your wrists as your body let out another wave of bliss, sending your juices shooting more powerful the second time around. Your moans rang throughout the house.

His body hovered over yours again, smirking as he eyed your convulsing body his wet fingers gently sliding into your mouth. You happily sucked your juices from them.

Your once vanilla sex life could never live up to how hot this experience was.

His lips worked with yours, passionate kisses being exchanged as his legs spread yours apart, his cock gently moving between your folds before pushing deeply inside you, bottoming out as you whined and squirmed under him.

“Darling” his breath was hot against your lips, but you couldn’t get a word out. His hips move slowly, your walls feeling every inch of his massive cock pull mostly out of you, the tip of his member simply teasing your entrance.

“I’m okay.” You panted, your body reacting as his hips started to thrust slowly, your one free leg now propped on his shoulder as his lips placed gently kisses upon it.

His body moved fluidly, looking like a work of art as he fucked you slowly, his eyes scanning you like a hawk.

Jimin suddenly freed your other leg, pinning them both down at your waist as his thrusts started to increase. Your walls contracting as pressure build inside you.

You felt his member slip out as an unexpected orgasm hit, making you squirt for the third time before continuing to pump your swollen pussy.

You wanted to yell the safety word so bad.

The ropes felt tight on your wrists as you gripped them with all your strength, an attempt to stop your body from jerking and losing hold of his cock. Jimin moved in closer, bottoming out on each thrust he made.

“You’re such a good girl darling.”

You couldn’t hold back from begging him to go faster, your feet digging into the bed as his body slapped against yours, pushing you to your peak once again.

His lips found their way to your neck again, loud groans escaping between his bites and tongue work as his thrusts marked top speed.

His hand roughly grabbed ripped the ropes from the headboard, pinning them above next to your head, interlocking fingers with yours.

“I’m gonna cum for you darling” he hissed, feeling your insides grip at his cock, hitting every spot perfectly.

Jimin’s cock twitched deeply inside you as he finished, his moans muffled against your lips. You felt every drop of him inside you, filling your pussy with a mixture of juices.

Your body shook under him as his hand now slowly stroked your face, head pressed against yours as your hips bucked into him uncontrollably. The aftershock felt like ecstasy.

His lips pressed deeply into yours once more as he swiftly moved you both, still connected with his cock shoved fully inside you. Now laying on his back as you straddling him, his cock already starting to grow hard inside you.

“You think you can make it darling?” Jimin questioned with a smirk, his hand slapping down firmly against your ass as your hips started to move slowly, pumping his cock once more.

Aiming for 5 rounds was going to be nearly impossible.

[kitorin]

"What's a possession of yours you associate with your lover?"

Meguru ponders a bit at the question, clearly deep in thought. You place down the card, one from the bunch of 'Questions for couples' game Yoichi had gifted you recently. They're fun, ranging from deep, personal ones to lighthearted ones which were ultimately a matter of simple preferences. Apparently, they bring newer couples closer together (keyword 'apparently', Yoichi's only validation is his own knowledge).

You wait patiently— though fun they're not all easy, most questions were accompanied by a pause to contemplate. You've both considered giving up a question or two, simply because there was too much to think about (those resulted in a ramble or two, they're barely articulate but interesting to listen to nonetheless).

"Got it!" He smiles with triumph, as if he'd just won a prize or scored a goal.

"Omamori! The one my mum bought me this year." You know exactly what he's talking about; the Japanese amulet she'd purchased in Osaka during an art exhibition. Pink brocade silk bag adorned with cherry blossoms in a darker shade, the temple's name written in golden kanji on one side— with the other having success on it. It's so pretty, he carries it around wherever he goes, either the white string tied to his bag or placed securely in his pocket.

You weren't sure what he'd say, but a good luck charm certainly didn't come to mind.

"Why? Is it because I'm pretty?"

"Not really."

"You're so lovely, Meguru." Sarcasm laces itself with your tone. If not that, then you're even more curious about what it could be.

"No, I mean, I can't compare how pretty you are to anything else in this world, really." It's almost miraculous how he went from seemingly insulting you to making your face flush with flustered embarrassment. "But that's not the main point. This omamori." He reaches into his pocket, stroking it but leaving it there. "Is a lot more special than any other one." There's his grin, the one that competes with the sun because of how warm he is.

Nothing really comes to mind. You know they 'expire', some people believe they do every year, returning them to the temple for the staff to burn it in a ceremony. Others believe that they last forever. That doesn't serve as a clue anyways, whichever Meguru was, he kept them around either way.

You yield, too impatient and curious to think much more about it. "I give up."

"It's because we started dating this year."

"Doesn't the kanji say it's for career success?" There's no correlation between it and you, you have nothing to do with his position as an athlete, or with soccer as a whole.

"I didn't mean it like that." Meguru pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder. "You're my omamori."

You feel as if it's the other way, he's always defending you; being the first to stand up for you verbally or fighting without hesitation even if the opposing party was for no match for you in the first place. Remaining silent, you wait for him to clarify.

"You've always helped me feel at peace. You protect me from those scary thoughts that have kept me up for nights. You protect me from loneliness." His hug grows tighter, as if something was going to take you away from him. "Thanks to you I don't have to rely on some imaginary friend to keep me company."

Your fingers run through his hair, soft and messy from rolling around during his nap from earlier. "Then I hope you'll let me continue doing so."

"Of course." Meguru kisses you, the sweetness of him and pineapple lingering on your lips. "I love you."

Those three words are no foreigner to you. You've uttered them to friends, family, and even strangers on the internet. But with intimacy those very same words metamorphose into something different. The allure of romance places weight onto them, the weight of upmost importance.

That doesn't mean you find it too heavy.

"I love you too, Meguru." You go for another kiss, the saccharinity of his lips being strangely addictive, something about the taste of him mingled with pineapple is so intoxicating.

Three simple words, yet known to possess so much significance. They say it's a frightening confession to make, a powerful declaration of adoration and vulnerability. Much like any component of love, it comes with uncertainty and the fear of being deprived of reciprocated feelings.

Not for you though, the words come off both of your tongues smoothly, as if you were born to do so. There's no signs of hesitation or fear, or worry— just faces flushed with bashful scarlet and kisses honeyed with adoration.

( Guess the card game wasn't lying when it said it'd bring you closer, nor was Yoichi )

Tagging: @yuzurins

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[sygneth]

my absolutely random headcanons that are not tied to anything they just popped in my head unprompted (and i'm not even sorry half of them is about Jean)

(if you read EOE it may be useful knowledge? or not lol)

Judit's husband is a writer, he's semi-successful in his job, probably currently writes articles for some paper or something like that, and works on a novel in his free time.

Harry inherited the apartment he is living in when he was a young adult, so he was, fortunately, wrecking only his own property (but it also implies it's probably still the same apartment since Dora times, oof.)

Jean cannot walk the stairs. Running. is the only option. Hoppin' two steps at a time. Free workout time, yeah?

Piss and Fuck witnessed Harry's kamikaze jump over the canal and I refuse to believe they didn't have that on the back of their minds while checking out Kim's MC on the plaza.

Harry would totally eat pizza with pineapple and say it's the best kind and Kim would totally want to divorce him over it.

Jean totally learned how to play piano when he was young, he probably forgot most of it since though. He probably sings well too.

Jean hates spring & summer seasons due to allergies, he's totally allergic to pollen, not sure if anything else but probably yeah.

Kim is one of those people whose feet get absolutely massacred by each new pair of shoes he tries to wear, so he tends to wear one pair for literal years not to have to struggle with a new one.

Play a late '00s pop dancing song (like Kesha or Lady Gaga) to slightly drunk Jean and see what happens (everybody has guilty pleasures, right)

Before becoming a cop Jean tried to study... something. Or more than one something, but nothing slapped (fuck yeah depression), so he decided to go RCM because eh.

Kim's hair has a magical ability (or maybe he's just not cheap on his hair products...) to stay neatly combed regardless of the circumstances. He could get into a most violent fistfight and still play in a hair product commercial afterward.

Jude has an older brother.

When Plaisance and Annette move out from Martinaise, Annette will switch schools to the same where Mikael is going. I need them to be friends who will nerd about books and games and computers.

[quinloki]

My brain is very alive rn thinking of mean Marco/nice Sabo

And I just

Fuck dude

That’s so hot

And that led me to the thought of brat tamer Marco and I just…. Also thought of brat Sabo/brat reader….

FUCK

He’d be so patient and so calm about it, and his flames can soothe anything too hard… but later of course, once the brattiness is gone

I’m literally blue screening rn thinking about this Quin

I always go down such a rabbit hole whenever you say something about him T-T

>.>

<.<

Ahem.

cw: gender of reader not mentioned, bondage, edging, voyeurism, biting, use of talons >.> , mdni, 18+

Marco ignores you at first, well, it's not a cruel kind of ignoring you. His gaze finds yours a few times, eyes shifting over your tied up and exposed body, shivering under the scrutiny. You swear you can feel that gaze lingering over your skin.

Most of his attention, however, is on Sabo. The younger blonde has defiance in his eyes and fire on his lips, and Marco begins wordlessly touching and caressing him. Teasing him until his feisty voice is quivering almost imperceptibly with pleasure.

It's a show for you as well, able to see everything of Sabo, trussed up and exposed as you are. You can see the flush of blood under his fair skin, the soft sheen of sweat as he struggles against Marco's touch. The fire in his lips turns snarky as he tries to maintain his brattiness.

Marco grabs his hair, pulling his head back and forcing his gaze to the ceiling. Sabo grumbles, but he doesn't have the leverage to contest the move.

"Only good boys get to cum, yoi." Marco warns. "Are you a good boy, Sabo?"

"Why would I want to be?" Sabo huffs. His cock is throbbing, you can see it, flushed deep red and dribbling with precum. Marco gets him a little closer and then stops. Sabo's body jerks, but he doesn't complain.

"I'm not going to break for a little edging, old ma-aaaahnnngh!" Marco's talons bite into the inside of Sabo's thigh. The sudden pain in the soft part of his thigh has the younger man gasping, and before he can complain Marco's hand is back around his hard shaft, bringing him to the edge again.

Sabo swears, bucking against the mount he's tied to.

You can feel pleasure curling in your own body, just from the show. Marco's eyes keep finding you and you realize he's killing two birds with one stone. When he stops just before Sabo could cum again you open your mouth, letting out a soft sigh of of need you can't hold back.

Marco doesn't let Sabo cool off, jerking his cock in quick, random motions, making him twitch and growl in frustration. Sabo tries to buck his hips, to push himself over with Marco's hand, but the older blond tightens his grip and Sabo swears louder.

"Are you going to be a good boy, yoi?"

"I'm - hngh - not going to... break for you tonight... da-damn pineapple." Sabo growls as Marco lets go of his hair.

He settles himself between Sabo's thighs, kissing the marks from his talons and soothing the wounds with his fire. Sabo's body twitches from the actions, but he's trying to steady his breathing and stand his ground.

Marco's lips move to Sabo's shaft, and he pauses for a second before you hear worried words fall from the younger man's lips.

"Marco, Marco those're your teeth, Marco." Sabo's voice is caught between trust, curiosity, and fear, and if you wonder if the two of them hadn't talked about things before hand.

"Well?" Marco prompts.

Sabo, to his credit, swallows hard, and then the bratty demeanor returns to his face. "Do your best, old timer." He taunts and you see flames flicker along Marco's shoulders.

You can see Sabo's body tense, his eyes fixed on Marco, and the clenched whimper that escapes him when all Marco does at first is lick along his twitching member. Sabo throws his head back, swearing, fighting the growing pleasure he just knows is going to be denied again.

Worried sounds escape his lips and you imagine Marco's dragging his teeth against the sensitive flesh. Sabo's entire body go rigid and he sucks in a breath, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. There's fire coming from Marco's face, his tongue turned to flames and soothing the bite he left on Sabo's dick.

The younger blonde breathes out, swearing, sweating and shivering as Marco soothes him and checks in on him. You can see Sabo nod, and you're glad he's okay - it was hot. Wild, and a little scary, but so hot.

"I think you've been a good boy." Marco says, brushing sweaty hair away from Sabo's face as he nods in agreement. "So here's your reward." He releases Sabo from the mount, helping him to his feet before motioning toward you.

"Cum all you want, our sweet little bird is at just the right height for you."