#The closest for me is maybe i like big thighs? But even then its not that i see them and get hrny im just like wow. . Yeah very nice 👍

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Everytime I forget how most people have specific preferences in looks they find hot and im like oh...

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Glorious

a/n: I'm so sad that I accidentally lost the request for this! Long story short, I posted the unfinished story instead of saving it to my drafts, so I deleted it. It's been too long since I last posted and I promise I'll try to do so more often!! Also, this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's terrible!

Request: Cedric smut after quidditch practice

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female! Reader

Warnings: smut (obviously), switch! Cedric (mostly sub), switch! Reader (mostly dom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!!), edging, orgasm denial, friends cockblocking ced (poor baby), dirty talk, slight breeding kink, praise and degradation.

Word count: I have no idea, but A LOT. More than I expected, to be honest. I want to say 4k of smut? (Don't come at me, I'm horny)

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Glorious.

That was the word that came to mind as the one and only Cedric Diggory flew after the snitch. Autumn had just begun but summer has left its heat. And that left Cedric shirtless during training.

He was far away from where you sat, but his lean muscles glowed under the sun, leaving goosebumps on your skin despite the heatwave.

With or without a shirt, seeing your boyfriend train was a huge turn-on. His brows furrowed in concentration, his muscles straining to stay balanced on the broom, his agility and keen eye, the competitiveness of it all.

Of course, in the end, it was just a bunch if people playing with balls of all shapes and sizes. You were particularly a big fan of fondling in the bedroom, so why not cheer your boyfriend on while he did the same?

'Ok, maybe not the same. But we can't all be athletic.' You thought, just as Cedric laid eyes on the snitch.

"Come on, Ced!" You cheered, jumping up and down in the stands along with some of the other player's significant others and Hufflepuff supporters.

He flew quicker by the second, reaching out into the clouds. The golden ball was fast, but Cedric was faster. Soon enough, he caught the snitch and both teams went wild for their seeker.

Even though it was just a practice game, you cheered and jumped. Cedric caught your eyes from the other side of the field and flew toward you.

Every game he did the same thing, it became your tradition. The moment he caught the snitch, he flew your way for a celebratory kiss before touching the ground to cheer with his teammates.

"Hello, darling" he said with a huge grin before connecting his lips with yours.

Cedric deepened the kiss, urging you to part your lips with a brush of his tongue. You felt the saltiness as you swiped your own against his lips, but you didn't mind.

His warm tongue connected with yours a second later, causing a tingling sensation between your legs.

Cedric pulled away entirely too quickly, leaving you closed-eyed and chasing his lips. With a cocky grin and a wink, he flew down to where his team had already started removing their gear.

He would definitely pay for his teasing later. For now, you hiked your skirt a bit higher and went to meet him beside the locker rooms.

The two of you locked eyes and you made sure to sway your hips a bit more. His gaze scanned your body hungrily.

Due to the warm weather, you had removed your socks and tie, as well as opened your shirt. It hadn't been on purpose, but you were glad you did. If looks could kill, you'd be splayed and torn apart on Cedric's dick. Your thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

"(y/n)! Wait!" Exclaimed Luna, trotting down the bleachers.

You cursed under your breath and Cedric laughed before going into the changing rooms.

You loved Luna, she was one of your closest friends, but reading the room was definitely not one of her strong suits.

"Hi" she sighed, going in for a tight hug.

"Hey, Luna" you hugged her back just as tightly.

"Would you like to study potions later? I could use your help"

"Sure." You answered, starting down the stairs again, Luna trailing beside you "Lake or library?"

"Oh, library. The lake has too many distractions, I have to stay focused this time."

"Alright, after Snape’s class?"

"Yes, that will work perfectly." She nodded, wrote it down on her hand and turned to leave before glancing back with a smirk "have a nice time with Cedric, but do try not to get caught."

You stood there gobsmacked.

Purposely cockblocked by Luna Lovegood.

You laughed before heading towards the locker room.

Two players headed out, waving your way, as you leaned against the wall opposite of where Cedric was.

Fifteen more minutes went by and three players had left. You crossed your arms and sighed.

'What in Merlin's name is taking so long?' You asked yourself, patience growing thinner by the minute.

When your watch marked twenty-five minutes since the players went in, the 6th player left and Cedric was still nowhere to be found.

You decided to wait five more minutes.

'You're just being impatient. Calm the hell down, (y/n)' you told yourself, taking a deep breath.

But 30 minutes was too much. Not for you, but for Cedric. He bathes like there's a ticking time bomb in the showers.

'Is he hurt?' The thought crossed your mind and your feet lead you inside.

The air was humid and hot around you.

"Cedric?" You whisper-yelled "I swear to Merlin, if you're dead in here, I'll kill you."

A groan made you stop in your tracks.

"Cedric?" You called out, moving towards the deep breathing.

Rounding the corner, you found a sight picked straight out of your dirtiest maladaptive daydreams.

Your boyfriend was naked and wet. Cedric's left hand tried to grip the wall, beads of water trailing down his tense biceps and lower. It flowed down his torso and lower even, to where his right hand held a tight grip around his cock, pumping up and down in a slow and sensual pace.

"Took you long enough" he said, a smirk on his face.

Striding towards him, you smirked right back. Removing your uniform and shoes, then, ever so slowly, your underwear. A groaning Cedric quickened his pace at the sight of you.

You entered the shower, closing the water, as Cedric released his dick and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him.

He went straight for your lips, just as slow and sensual as his former pace.

Your hands went separate ways. One towards his hair, that pulled the short strands back to break the kiss. The other wrapped around his arousal, stroking till the tip.

The mixture of both sensations had Cedric moaning your name fervently.

"Who said you could start without me?" You whispered in his ear.

"Didn't mean to, didn't think you'd take this long to come find me" he replied, kissing your neck right where he knew your knees would go weak.

"You'll still have to pay for your hastiness."

"You know I love your punishments, darling" he grins and catches your lips in a passionate kiss. Tongues circling, teeth clashing and bodies drawing impossibly closer.

Your hand started stroking his swollen flesh again, drawling low and soft moans from his lips.

"I know, love." You soothed, but your hand only moved faster, your grip tighter.

A string of curses escaped his lips.

"(y/n)" he whimpered.

"You're so close, aren't you?" You cooed.

"So close, so close" he answered frantically.

"Not quite yet, I can't let you off the hook that easily." You said, halting your movements.

He let out a dissapointed groan.

"Don't be ungrateful, darling." You teased, "You'll come soon enough"

A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip. You gathered it in your thumb and brought it to your lips, sucking the saltiness seductively.

Cedric's pupils were blown wide and an almost primal look took over his features.

You grabbed his neck and kissed him with everything you had, doing all the things you knew would drive him wild, then pulled away. He was left closed eyed, chasing your lips.

But you hadn't had all your fun yet. With a grin on your face, you turned around and headed towards your clothes.

"Darling?" he asked.

You ignored him, putting on your shirt and probably missing a few buttons in the process. You saw Cedric grab his towel, a confused look on his face. You put on your skirt and threw your lace underwear his way. He grabbed them with slightly wide eyes.

"I'd get ready quickly if I were you. If I wait too long for you, I might start by myself." with a wink, you left a bungling Cedric hurriedly drying himself.

You let out a low giggle while strutting out the locker rooms. You were leaving the field when Cedric caught up with you, shirt half open, your lace panties between his teeth, and still buttoning up his pants.

You stifled a giggle at the sight and walked faster. He tripped, but managed to catch himself.

Before long, he was fully dressed and walking fast beside you, glancing your way every few seconds with a giddy smile on his face.

That is, until Harry Potter started calling after him.

His eyes widened slightly, he grabbed your arm and said "Don't you dare stop walking"

With a playful smile on your face, you released your arm from his grip and turned towards the griffindor.

"Hello, Harry!" You smiled widely, mosty because of the impatient look on Cedric's face.

"Hey, (y/n)," he turned towards your boyfriend "Cedric, can I talk to you for a second?" the boy looked at you for a split second before returning his gaze to Cedric "Alone."

"Actually, we-"

"Of course! Take your time, Harry!" You answered, overly amiable.

As you started walking away, Cedric grabbed your arm again.

"(y/n)'s not feeling very well, I have to take care of her. Can we do this another time?"

"Oh, nonsense! You know I can take care of myself." You said, untangling yourself from him, "Besides, I feel much better now. I might even -"

Your words were cut off as Cedric pulled you against his chest.

"I'm sure (y/n) won't tell a soul, there's nothing you can say to me that you can't say to her."

Harry reluctantly started saying something about some girl. Maybe Cho? Ginny? You had no idea. You were too busy feeling Cedric's hard cock against your backside, his hands pressing at your stomach to hold you as close as possible.

You looked up at him and he had a smug look on his face. He knew what he was doing.

His lips were moving, but all you could thing about was his dick inside you, pounding over and over again until your whole body shook.

"What do you think, (y/n)?"

Your name pulls you back from your lustful state and you realise the words came from Harry. He looked doubtful and insecure. You understood him, you'd been in a similar situation after all. Who never has? Pining after someone and not knowing if they'll ever want you back? Too shy and insecure to do anything about it? It was a universal experience.

"I think that I never would have told Cedric about my feelings if he didn't make the first move. I never would have told him how I felt and we wouldn't be together now." You held Cedric's hands on your stomach and smiled at the memory of him first coming to speak with you.

"I think that you will never know how she feels if you never ask. Life is about taking risks. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but that only means that person wasn't the one for you. You are remarkable, Harry Potter. If anyone does not want you it's their loss, not yours. And if they do want you, they'll be extremely lucky to have you."

The boy was blushing by the end of your speech and Cedric smiled down at you.

"D'you really think so?" he asked, but a smile pulled at his lips.

"I do." you answered sincerely.

"Ok, Potter, cheers mate. We gotta go." Cedric said, taking your hand, not waiting for a reply before jogging through the halls, dragging you along with him.

Your laughter echoed through the halls and your stomach clenched in anticipation. Cedric lead you down the stairs and past the kitchens, his face no longer humorous.

He tapped the rhythm to "Helga Hufflepuff" on the right barrel and immediately pushed through, pulling you along with him. You both made your way to his dorm, thanking Merlin once again that prefects have individual rooms.

The click of the lock closing resonated through the room and the only noise left was your heavy breathing as you gazed as one another.

You made the first move, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and leaving it to fall on the floor. Cedric watched, unmoving, as you unzipped your skirt and let it fall as well.

You leaned against the door and he looked at you with a predatory gaze, but you both knew who was in charge.

"Kneel." you commanded and Cedric immediately obeyed, falling to his knees in front of you, holding the back of your thighs.

"Did I say you could touch me?" you asked, raking your hands through his hair.

He removed his hands from you, but begged "I need you so much, please. Can I make you come?" his pupils were blown wide, his brows furrowed, and his erection pressing against his pants.

"Only because you asked so nicely" you answered sweetly and Cedric sighed, his head falling to your mound.

His hands massaged your buttocks as he gave you kisses so close yet so far to where you needed him most.

"Now," you breathed "you are going to give me head and make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"

"Please," he whimpered, kissing your mound, "wanna taste you so bad, darling."

"Go ahead, Ced."

He immediately complied, hiking your right leg over his shoulder and licking from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, steadying yourself against the wall and he moaned against you.

"Always taste so good, my love."

Cedric licked and sucked like a starved man, tearing moan after moan from you.

"Cedric" you whimpered, gripping his hair to bring him closer or push him away. You didn't even know anymore.

He swirled his tongue around your clit before lowering his mouth to your entrance again and plunging his tongue inside. Your groan was loud enough for anyone in the hufflepuff common room and adjacent to hear as he fucked you slowly with his tongue.

"Just like that, baby."

He complied, keeping the same rhythm. In and out, in and out.

Your walls started clenching and warmth spread across your lower stomach, but it still wasn't enough.

"I need more." you said, looking down at him.

Like a good boy, he started stroking your clit with his thumb and worked his tongue faster.

Like that wasn't enough, he looked up at you and just the sight of him on his knees for you, with disheveled hair, eating you out while his spare hand stroked his cock would have brought on your first orgasm.

Your body shook and your knees gave out, but Cedric still held you and kept using his tongue to help you ride out your high.

When it was too much, you pulled his head away from your core by his hair.

"You were so good, my love." You caressed his face "Until you started touching yourself."

"I wasn't going to make myself come, I swear." He stood up "I just wanted to feel good."

"I'll make you feel good, baby." you dragged your finger and nails down his torso, leaving goosebumps as you told him to lie down on the bed.

"Finish taking your clothes off," you said, looking around "I want you naked when I get on that bed."

Finding what you were looking for, you crawled over your boyfriend's body and sat down on top of his erection. The direct contact with your heat made him swear.

You put his arms above his head and bound his wrists to the headboard with your house's tie.

"Please, I swear I won't touch myself." he pulled at the tie "I just wanna touch you, darling."

"Oh, I can't let you do that." you propped your hands on his chest and started a tortuously slow drag of your hips up and down his length, "You've been misbehaving a lot this afternoon. You only get to touch me when you've been a good boy."

"I'll be a good boy, I promise." he whimpered.

"We'll see about that." you answered, grinding a bit faster against him.

His hands were white from pulling at the tie, his breathing laboured and his hips shaking with restraint.

You leaned forward, your breasts falling to his face, "Suck on them."

He leaned towards them and captured your left nipple with his mouth. His nibbling and sucking tore moans from you and made you fasten your pace on his cock.

"Gonna come soon." he managed before turning his attention to your right nipple.

You took his jaw in your hand and kissed him passionately before resting your forehead against his.

His cock started twitching beneath you and Merlin if it didn't bring you an instant from your second orgasm, but you pulled away all at once.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and his dick kept spasming, his hips bulking.

Cedric whimpered.

"I know, I know." you cooed "You're doing so good, but I'm not done punishing you just yet."

You connected your lips one last time before making your way to the foot of the bed, caressing his leg as you walked. The growing wetness and incessant pulse between your thighs made you clench them.

"You did so good at training today, Ced." you praised him, "And you looked so handsome, too."

You got on the bed once more, between his legs this time, and he looked down at you.

"Wanted your pretty cock in my mouth the whole time."

He moaned as you started stroking his length, a bead of pre-cum falling onto your hand.

"Please, I want to be inside you." he begged, thrusting into your hand.

"Soon enough, my love." you answered kissing his tip, earning you a hiss "Have patience."

Your mouth watered as you looked at his engorged member, hard against his abs. All flustered cheeks, glistening skin, and shallow breaths, Cedric awaited your next move.

"Glorious." You breathed to yourself, but the seeker flushed even more from the praise.

Your eyes went back to his cock and the vein on the underside was your first target. You heard his moan as you licked him from base to tip, then took him inside your mouth all at once.

His hips bulked and his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Your pulse quickened everywhere.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking harder at the head, you pushed Cedric closer to the edge.

He moaned your name like a prayer, over and over, and you kept up your pace even as tears fell from your eyes and drool spread down your chin.

"Touch my balls." He gasped and you complied, smiling around him.

You cupped and massaged his scrotum, already heavy with cum and you imagined all that inside of you. Moaning at the thought, you gave Cedric one last suck before getting up on your knees to untie him.

His hands flew to your hips and his lips to yours.

"You had your fun, darling, now it's my turn." he said, voice deep and eyes dark. His pupils were so dilated you could barely see the usual grey.

Holding your body to his, he flipped the both of you and looked down at you with one arm holding his weight beside your body, the other hand softly grazing your body.

"Hello, gorgeous." he smiled, diving to kiss you.

You kissed him back, tongues caressing each other and hands roaming.

Two fingers slid from your entrance to your clit and you shuddered.

"So wet for me, aren't you?" he took his digits to his lips and sucked them clean, you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan.

The sight alone could have made you cum.

"I need you to use your words, darling. I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right now, alright?" he said, caressing your face.

The contrast between his words and his tenderness had you squirming "Please." was all you could manage.

Taking his swollen cock, he teased you, dragging the head up and down your slit then circling your clit.

"Hurry!" you whined and he immediately obliged, completely sheathing his cock in your entrance.

Both gasping, your walls clenched around him and Cedric steadied himself against the bed.

Your mingling breaths evened out a bit before Cedric slowly pulled out until the tip and rutted back in again.

One of your hands shot up to hold his biceps while the other splayed against his back.

His length hit deep, hard and slow, making you dizzy.

He moaned your name in your ear, hair brushing the side of your face. Your legs made their way around his waist, letting him hit even deeper and you clenched harder around him.

"Fuck, darling." he groaned, quickening his pace "Need you to come for me, can you do that?"

His every thrust lead you to your second orgasm. How deep he hit, the moans and grunts he let out, how every plunge of his hips rubbed against you clit, the look he had in his eyes.

Every one of your muscles clenched and shook, Cedric moaned, and you let out a cry as blinding pleasure exploded through your body.

Even as you came down from your high, the thrusts didn't stop. If anything, they were harder and faster.

Cedric pulled out and turned you over, bringing your ass towards him. He plunged himself in again and continued his thrusts just as deep and fast as before.

You bit the pillow as he gave your ass a smack, but he still heard your low groan.

"You like that, don't you?" he spanked you again, a bit harder this time, and you cried out "My pretty little cock slut."

You moaned incoherently as he hit just the right spot over and over.

"Gonna come inside you, darling." he grunted.

Grabbing one of his hands placed on your hips, you looked back at him and, as always, the sight was glorious.

Cedric could have been sculpted by the gods themselves, with a layer of sweat that made his skin glow, veins and lean muscles bulging, and sexual prowess you were sure no human should have been made to have.

Interlacing your fingers, he looked into your eyes then shot his head up and his thrusts became sloppier. His dick started swelling inside you and you moaned. He was close and so were you.

"Fill me up, Ced. Wanna be so full of you." was the last thing you managed to say before your walls clenched tightly around him and you let out a silent scream.

Cedric poured out a string of curses and gave one final deep thrust before you felt his release coat your walls. Breathing laboured and bodies exhausted, he fell to his side and brought your body with him.

"You did so good, baby." he praised, kissing your hair, then asked sweetly "Do you need anything? Water, a bath?"

You turned around and curled into him "Just you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead "You'll always have me."

"I love you." you murmured into his chest.

Cedric's heart swelled in his chest and he said "I love you." but you were already asleep.

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Test drive

Pairing: Woo young x fem reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: car sex, oral (male receiving), he is obsessed with your boobs, fingering, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, cum play, slight possessives. 

Summary: Wooyoung just got his driver's license, and he needs to make sure that the car he chose is perfect, so he tests it out with you.

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Nights like these are the ones that you cherish the most. Spending time with your friends, especially when everyone gathers to celebrate someone's success, fills you with joy and energy. Tonight, you are having dinner in a restaurant that one of them opened not too long ago. Everyone is in a good mood, drinking, talking about God knows what, and having fun overall. You are also enjoying yourself, of course, it would've been better if your boyfriend Woooyoung was here with you, but he had some important business to take care of. But he promised that he would come and pick you up with his new car, which excited you even more. He got his driver's license not so long ago, sadly there wasn't much time for you and him to drive around. Also, he refused to show you which car he bought for himself and that was getting on your nerves. You weren't a big car girl, but you wanted to at least see his brand-new and shiny car.

Around 11 pm the dinner ended, you said goodbye to your friends and called Wooyoung to see if he was close to the restaurant. He was taking too long to pick up, so you just went to the restaurant's entrance, and there he was. Standing in all of his glory in a suit, which was your favorite look on him. “I didn't know that taxi drivers are this sexy nowadays, I think I would start using taxis more,” you said, hugging him, leaving small kisses on his jawline. “Well not every driver is this sexy and best believe that none of them would let you kiss them or touch you like this,” he said, squeezing your ass softly, kissing your forehead lightly. You both laughed as he took your hand to lead you to his car. “So you will finally let me see the car that everyone saw before me” You nagged him a bit, but in all honesty, he deserved it for keeping something so little a secret. “Keep nagging and I will drive you to the closest bus station and leave you there.” he barked back, maybe a little annoyed, but that was his fault, not yours. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, so you couldn't even guess which one was his until he showed you. Suddenly, one of them lit up as someone opened it with the remote, it was a black chrome Mercedes. “This is your ride for tonight, my lovely lady.” he motioned to the car, as you stared at it in all its glory. “Oh my God, Wooyoung, it's so beautiful and so you, I'm so happy for you” You hugged him tightly, trying to show him how happy you were. “Come on, hop inside, so we can go home” he ushered you, opening the door for you. And there it was yet another beautiful surprise prepared by your loving boyfriend. “Wooyoung you are spoiling me too much, and I love you for it,” you said, taking the massive bouquet of roses from the seat. “Everything for my passenger princess,” he said, kissing your cheek. 

You both went inside, but he didn't start it yet. You didn't question it too much until you noticed him staring you up and down. “Baby, you look so good in that dress, and home seems too far away considering the state I'm in right now” You gave him a puzzled look, not understanding what is he hinting at. “I'm so distracted by you, you are so distracting in that dress.” he rubbed your thighs, and that's when it hit you. “I just think about how good you look underneath that dress, and how amazing it would be if that dress was on the floor.” every word that left his mouth went right into your pussy. You were dripping at this point, and he didn't touch you properly. “Before we leave, I just want to touch you a bit.” he continued to rub your thigh, squeezing it here and there, grazing his fingers near your pussy, keeping you on your toes. “And this dress on you, oh baby, you are showing just enough to get me going.” you knew that he would like this dress in particular, especially since he bought you the same model in every color possible. “No need to worry we are parked, it's dark outside, and the windows are tinted, even if someone walked by I think you would like that wouldn't you,” he smirked. Probably sensing that you were a bit nervous since you were in public. “Let me kiss your neck a little bit,” he moved your hair behind your ear, slowly leaving tiny wet kisses on your neck. Sucking on your sweet spot, probably leaving yet another hickey for you to try to cover up tomorrow morning. Slowly he went up with his kisses until he reached your lips. You parted your lips, letting his tongue fight with yours. Suddenly you felt his hands move up from your thighs up to your tits, passionately massaging them, squeezing your nipples in between his fingers. “Oh God, your tits feel amazing through your dress, they are just the perfect size for my hands,” he whispered in between the kisses, letting you catch your breath but also wanting to hear your tiny moans. Ever since your first time together, he figured that your tits were your sensitive spot, and he made sure to give them attention every time you two had sex. He pulled down the straps of your dress, revealing your boobs in all of their glory. “Oh, someone decided to be naughty tonight and not wear a bra,” he squeezed your boobs together, peppering tiny kisses on them. “Were you trying to show everyone what's mine to see…kiss….suck,” he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it, while he squeezed the other boob. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth, this was too much, and your whole body was on fire. “Tell me princess do I not give you enough attention, so you need to show off to other men,” his focus was still on your boos, but he was dominating as always. Every word sent a shiver down your spine, it felt like you couldn't breathe from the sheer pleasure he was giving you. “No Woo,” every word came out of you as a whimper, “this is all for you, I'm all yours forever.” You knew that that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he kept sucking on your breasts even harder than before, kissing them, giving them all the attention they needed. His hands slowly wandered down your body, grabbing your hips, and giving them a light squeeze. “I need to feel how wet you are, princess. Can I?” he looked up at you, waiting for confirmation, and you just nodded, already too far gone to give any other response. His fingers touch you through your underwear, giving you the minimal amount of pleasure that you desperately craved. “Baby, you soaked your panties, it almost feels like I'm touching your bear pussy.” he comments, amazed by how turned on he got you. “Let's get in the backseat, we require more room for what comes next.” you shimmied yourself onto the backseat with Wooyoung right behind you. 

You sat in between two seats and Wooyoung sat right beside you, grabbing you by the hair, so he could get better access to your lips. He started kissing you again while his fingers stroked over your clothed pussy. A satisfied hum left his lips as he felt how wet you are. He kept massaging your pussy, giving your clit special attention. “Oh honey, you are so wet. It makes me want to taste you right now.” all that dirty talk of his made your mind fuzzier than it already was. He pushed your panties to the side, gently rubbing your pussy up and down, spreading your wetness around. “Gosh, your pussy feels heavenly. If I could, I would spend every hour of every day between your beautiful legs.” he slowly pushed his finger inside of you, finally giving you some relief. The tip of his finger put pressure on your G-spot, which made you throw your head back and moan as loudly as humanly possible. He kept pushing his finger in and out of you, fastening his pace by the second. But to your disappointment that didn't last too long, as soon as he felt you clenching around his finger he pulled out. You pouted looking at him, practically begging him to give you the orgasm you desperately needed. “Aww, poor baby. You really thought you would cum after going out flaunting around what's mine.” he had his evil smirk on and that made you even more desperate. Every time he put on that devilish smirk, it meant that you are in for a long night. “Pull out my cock and show me what that mouth is good for.” you pulled down his pants, taking his massive dick out, giving it tiny kisses while you stroked it up and down. Soft whimpers left his mouth as you brought your lips up to his cock head. You gave the head a few kitten licks, staring up at Wooyoung before you took all of him inside your mouth. “Oh baby, your mouth feels amazing, taking all of me inside that tiny mouth.” he threw his head back, stroking your hair. Bobbing your head up and down, you made sure to take all of him every time. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, but you didn't stop, it wasn't for you to decide when to stop anyway. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off of his dick. “Kiss me.” he whimpered, which sounded more like begging, but you knew that it was you who begged, not him. You started making out again, and while you were focused on the kiss, he was focused on moving in front of you. Kneeling in front of you, he tapped the tip of his cock on your clit, making your body twitch. He slowly pushed his tip inside of you, feeling your tight walls around him. He slowly builds up his pace, as you start moaning inside his mouth. Lowering his hips a bit, he repositioned himself, so the tip of his dick would brush on your G-spot every time he thrust in. You pulled away from his mouth, chanting his name because you couldn't get any real words out. “Yes baby, shout my name, show everyone that you are mine.” his hands gripped your waist even tighter, so he could thrust even deeper and faster. His mouth found its way down to your nipples, sucking and biting them. All this pleasure made you extremely sensitive, and your pussy started squeezing Wooyoung even harder. You couldn't hold it for much longer, and he knew that. “I'm close too baby, just keep it in for a bit longer.” his pace became brutal, chasing his orgasm that wasn't far away. Soon enough, you felt him twitch between your tight walls. “Come on baby, cum with me.” ha panted, cumming inside you while you also came, squeezing him, milking his cum like it's your last. He lay on top of you, pushing his head in the crook of your neck, trying to calm down his breathing same as you. “Oh, honey, that was amazing.” he pulled out of you gently, so he wouldn't hurt you. He stared at your pussy as his cum started spilling out, but before he could get hard again, he pulled your panties up. “Keep everything inside, I need you ready for another round when we get home.”

[sehodreams]

https://x.com/archivetic/status/1758340676193046872?s=46

Anton's milf neighbour asked him to coach her and this is what it lead up to

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This was so good, my mind can't deal with all the scenarios, I quickly did this one but I imagined so many things I couldn't do something shorter.

TW and tags: dubcon at the start, humping, cheating, married!reader x younger!neighbor!Anton. WC: 1.9k

Anton had seen you walking around the neighborhood before, you were a young wife that had just moved with his older husband not many months ago, a pretty little thing that stayed alone in her big house obediently waiting for her husband to come back home and that always made his mother laugh.

You had started to warm up with the other mothers not long after you settled in, and you didn't have a child, but you had said how much you expected one, reason why you moved to his neighborhood, a calm part of the city with good schools around that looked out of a movie, the perfect place to start a family, so all of them welcomed you with open arms to the group.

His mother was one of the many wives that decided to dedicate to her family, and now that he was a lot older, had enough free time to befriend the neighbors and go out to enjoy her afternoons with the company of women like her, a group that happily included you.

"She said she's trying to get in shape before her anniversary, maybe you could help her and earn some pocket money this summer" she told him while they were having dinner. Anton was there only for the summer break and he didn't need to work, he never did it, but some extra cash sounded good, and when his dad nodded to what his mother said, it was decided, he'd go and coach the new cute neighbor.

When he knocked on your door you instantly melted his heart with your voice saying Just a second please, and when he saw your pretty smile saying his name, he knew he was fucked, "Anton, I've heard so much about you from your mother, thank you for helping me, I have no idea how to start".

You really had no idea how to start, a pretty little thing like you had never stepped into a gym or done any physical activity that didn't involve lifting your plants in your garden or pushing your furniture to rearrange the aesthetic of your living room.

He can guess why your husband snatched you so fast, if he had been in his place, he'd have done it too, the only thing your traditional family had taught you was how to be a good girl, and he was sure a man like the one you were with had smelled how fresh you were before he trapped you into marrying him.

You were older than him, five years at most, and you were almost three years married already, which meant you were barely older than him before you said yes to the housewife lifestyle.

You dropped out of college, you lived far from your family, and you didn't have friends your age. He was the closest thing you had to the taste of youth, and you received him so easily and with such honest intentions that, little by little, he had started to feel bad for taking advantage of you while training.

"Uhm do you really have to massage that place?" You asked when he made you lie over your stomach one day and his hands pressed its way from your calf to your ass, groping it with the excuse of not risking an injury before your session.

"Yes, we can't let you get hurt, we need to make sure your muscles here are relaxed enough before we continue" he said, making you nod. You weren't the expert, he was, he had trained for so many years, how could you even question his methods?

He had convinced you that everything he did was for your benefit, and if his hand pressed spots like under your chest, the inside of your thighs, or even your ass, it was only to check on your health.

You were uncomfortable with his touch, but you couldn't deny it, it also made your insides tingle, and you felt an excitement you had missed for a long time.

When you were young you would have that exact feeling when your friends told you to sneak out for a party since your dad never let you go out late, or when you knew your curfew was getting closer but you had already lied saying how you were studying at your friend's house when all you were doing was watch movies or talk about boys.

It's not that you don't like the married lifestyle, you love it, you don't have to think about what to do for work or how to pay your bills, you don't have to worry about your dad yelling at you for getting low grades and you can simply enjoy your day if you cleaned and had your husband's dinner ready before he arrived.

However, you couldn't say you were completely satisfied either.

Your husband was handsome and nice, but sometimes he couldn't make you feel as good as when you started accepting him into your bed, it seemed that after the honeymoon phase he was more interested in his big cases than helping you cum at night, and you were getting a bit bored of the exact same routine every day, waking up, cooking, dusting your living room, checking that your plants were okay and then waiting for him to arrive and repeat.

If it wasn't for the older ladies, you would have started crocheting to see if that kept you busy enough.

Still, even if Anton's touch made you feel good, you knew it was wrong to feel like that with another man's hands. You were a good girl, a good wife, and having your panties dripping after your cute younger neighbor came to help you train one hour a day was something that made you feel ashamed of yourself.

The worst part was that you couldn't hide it. Your cheeks would get red every time his mother said hi to you in the supermarket or when all the neighborhood wives met to have a cup of tea.

"I hope my son is treating you well" she would say, and you would only nod with a smile, hiding your face with your cup or grabbing one of the numerous mini snacks to change the subject into how kind the host that day was.

You were sure no one would blame you if they were in your situation. The sensation of the touch from a man like Anton, so big ang strong, would make anyone weak. His hands on your hips and his cock on your ass when he made you do sit ups, or his fingers sinking into the side of your chest to make sure your position didn't break while you lifted those dumbbells would push any other woman like you into doing even more, so you tried to just brush off those thoughts, because, after all, you never crossed any line.

Or at least you never did it until that day.

Anton had made you lie over your back this time, and your eyes tried to not look at the pretty boy over you, focusing on your white ceiling instead.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? We need to check your flexibility before we try the next exercise" he said while lifting one of your legs and, with his crotch against your clothed sex, putting it over his shoulder.

Your heart started to pound and a choked whimper left your throat when you felt the first push.

Anton was pushing your leg as much as he could with the help of his weight over you, and he wasn't hard, but you could still feel his member and its form opening your lips and resting between them as if it belonged there.

You tried to ignore the way his hand had a firm grip over the back of your thigh and the exhale he gave when he pushed his cock against you once again, getting slightly harder with each thrust.

That wasn't just warming up at all, you weren't that dumb to not notice the way his hips were clashing harder and harder against you, the sounds that left his mouth were too obscene to be a mere exercise, and if anyone could see you two like that, they would instantly notice that something else was starting to happen to the boy.

You moved your eyes from the ceiling to his face, and you could see how his eyes were fluttering and he tried to control his breathing without success. The saliva accumulating inside his mouth made him gulp with every push and his eyes started to get more shiny with every second that passed.

He had a full erection at some point, and you should've stopped him, you told yourself to push him out of your way and warn him to never come back if he didn't want to hear from your husband, but just that little action of his hips against yours made you dizzy, a similar sensation to when husband first touched you, and you needed an orgasm so much that your body, instead of listening to your mind and do what was correct, opened your legs to complete receive him.

He didn't waste any second and started to rut against you, and the two of you were dressed, so you tried to convince yourself that it wasn't incorrect if it wasn't sex.

If you didn't take anything off, if you didn't let him sink his cock inside you, it wasn't cheating. You were just helping a young boy to find some relief, and that was almost like an exercise too, you two were fully clothed and you were dripping over each other, but it was like sweat, so that should be considered more as stretching than anything else, right?

You couldn't hold your voice back, Anton was pounding so deliciously over you that your insides started to clench, and you started to wonder, if he felt that good without directly touching you, how would he would make you feel if he just fucked you.

He was a lot bigger than your husband, his tip was leaving a big wet spot over his joggers and your yoga pants were getting dirty with your own slick, showing him exactly where he should thrust with his cock.

"This is just exercise, you need to train your core too" he said, and you, even if you knew it was all pure bullshit, nodded.

"You're right, Anton, I need it" you cried when you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

Clenching over nothing, with hips jolting to meet his, you felt yourself cumming hard inside your pants, and he, doing it at the same time, left a loud moan while his hands pressed hard at your thighs.

He tried to control how much he was panting, his forehead was wet and his cock was twitching inside his clothes, a mess he would have to hide until he ran to his house at the end of the street and that made him wish he could let everything out inside your warm walls the next time.

He could already imagine how pretty you would look opening your legs and showing him your naked cunt so he could give you what your husband couldn't, because if you were so needy, Anton was sure it was his fault that you accepted someone else's touch.

Before he gave you a last thrust, out of greed because he didn't have anything else to pour, he talked, "we should repeat it, stretching is really important, so, tomorrow same time?"

[poppyswriting]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓…

Blitzø coming into your house out of nowhere as if it was normal.

It’s been a while since you started working with I.M.P and you couldn’t say anything negative it was quite the gig and it wasn’t like the missions sometimes weren’t fun to do.

It was one of the large amount of jobs that you had that actually gave you something to think about instead of your shitty life. You had great friends too, Millie and Moxxie were great Loona, well you were getting into that. But Blitzø was definitely the one that was the closest to you.

And you meant it literally and metaphorically. Ever since you entered I.M.P you’ve been building a pretty good friendship between the two of you. And he sometimes even got off the hip of Moxxie and Millie to your hip which the couple noticed almost straight away. Of course Moxxie was happy about this and relieved while Millie just smiled talking about it being her boss was making more friends. You didn’t mind it, before this job you were a full time loner. You didn’t had much friends so you had your house all for yourself, everyday.

But that changed when one day you woke up at the middle of the night hearing some noise coming from your dinning room. Robbers you thought, as you reached for your nigh drawer and pulled off a knife you had there just for this type of cases. With smooth movements you approached the hallway as silent as you could. This wasn’t a situation that surprised you since your landlord and the guards at your apartment complex were total lazy asses, so it was just about time someone snuck up and tried to steal something.

Looking by the frame of your wall you looked to see the silhouette of an imp roaming through your fridge. You kinda felt bad, maybe the imp didn’t had any food and wasn’t in the position to buy any. But from all of the apartments it had to be yours, well you weren’t letting that little thing steal anything from you as you approached their back. And unconsciously holding your breath you raised you knife ready to stab them before they moved rather quickly taking your arm and pinning you against the wall.

You hissed at this as they let go as quickly as they noticed your face, turning around you expected a strange face but you were met to…. Your boss?

“Boss? What the fuck are ya’ doing here?” You lowered you knife while you saw how he avoided looking into your eyes and fidget with his fingers. “Wait, wait have you been entering house before?” You frowned, the thought of him going into your home before it didn’t bother you as much like a normal person would it just confused you why.

“Hey, look I don’t mind just.. Warn me the next time you come in here. You got me thinking you were a robber or some shit.” He chuckled while sighed and yawned, looking over tot he fridge to se wit was still open.

“Did you took anything?” he avoided eye contact again, making you frown. “Blitz..” you walked over to your fringe, strange, nothing seemed wrong. “You ran out of butter.” You heard him say and you checked, did he ate the fucking butter?

“How did you- never mind I don’t even want to know.” You sighed and closed the fridge door, you checked the clock in the wall and it said 2:36am. Good dear it was late, you grabbed Blitzø’s hand and walked him to your bedroom. “Why are you taking me here?”

“Hey, you wanted to crash in here I’m not going to judge you. My bed is not that big so careful you don’t fall.” You lifted the sheets and moved closer to the wall so he could lay in that spot, he seemed a little surprised by this since Moxxie and Millie always threw him out in the nicest way they could. So he smiled and lay there besides you, pulling the sheets over him and getting himself comfortable.

after some minutes you heard low snoring sounds, that meant he was sleeping. Good, tomorrow was Saturday so it wasn’t like you got to get up in the morning and wake him up too. But your thoughts cleared for a second when you felt his tail make its way up to you thigh to then curl up in your whole leg. You chuckled a little and smile at this, it was cute you couldn’t deny it. So you returned the favor by making your tail curl up in his, good now you two were even.

[charmercharm3r]

Study Buddy

SCB

Masterlist

word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: Changbin gives you a helping hand for your studies.

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, softdom!changbin, oral (f receiving), praise, slight edging, brief pussy slapping

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Changbin was home by 5:30 p.m. for the first time in what felt like ages. His being home meant he finally got to cook you dinner, cuddle on the couch, maybe run you both a bath and be in bed by eleven. He was washing the vegetables when he heard a thump coming from the dining table, followed by a pained groan.

“Baby?” He called out, quickly washing his hands and setting aside the dinner task in lieu of checking on you. You’d warned him when he got home that you were neck deep in homework, finals were just around the corner and you planned to burn the knowledge into your brain. It had been hours since you set up camp at the dining table, where you usually did when Changbin wasn’t home. It’s been a while since he’s been home early enough to catch you studying, usually voicing that when he was here, you wanted all of your attention to be on him. With such limited time together, Changbin didn’t bother protesting.

Rounding the corner, Changbin found you with your forehead planted against the plane of the table, body looking entirely too limp for the amount of empty energy drinks scattered around. He laughed to himself at the scene in front of him, unable to help snapping a quick picture of you in this disheveled state. After all, it was the domesticity he lacked in his glamorous life. With you, that’s all he felt, at home.

“Are you okay?” Hints of giggles lingered in his tone. You turned your head in his direction, cheek squished against the wood.

“I can’t feel my brain.”

Changbin skipped over to you and pulled out the closest seat, scooting the chair even closer. There were textbooks and notes spread all around, nowhere to put anything down that wasn’t school related. “Is that why you hit your head so hard I heard it from the next room?” Your weak attempt to nod made him smile again and plant a sweet kiss to your temple. “Oh, don’t do that, baby. You’ll hurt your pretty head and even prettier brain.”

A hand raked softly through your hair, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Even when you were overwhelmed and exhausted, Changbin’s presence was always soothing. You groaned again when he stopped and let you sit up.

“I took so many notes and still don’t understand. I even made flashcards as if that would help.” You rolled your head around to stretch your neck, eyes closing momentarily.

“You’ve been sitting here for hours. Let me help,” Changbin stood, walking behind you and feeling his big hands slide up your shoulders. You instantly relaxed into his touch, almost melting upon his body radiating heat like a furnace. “What are you stuck on?”

The question almost didn’t register, too lost in the way his thumbs now massaged the knots in your neck. “Theories of first language acquisition.”

“What’s the first theory you remember?”

“Um– oh, oh.” Lips attached to the junction of your shoulder, lightly, slowly making its way up your neck.

“Answer, baby,” he mumbled against your skin. The smallest of touches had your mind going foggy, distracting from the work in front of you.

“Erm– m– mediation theory.”

Hand coming around to cup your face, Changbin knelt at your side and kissed you gently, briefly. He barely allowed you to fully fall into it before pulling your chair back and crawling under the table. While he did, he laid more kisses to the expanse of your legs, thighs, wherever skin was exposed. You suddenly regret putting on the shorts knowing with your boyfriend home, they’d be off soon enough.

Except he stopped upon coming face to face with your core, smirking to himself as he watched you scoot forward and spread your legs more. “Tell me about it.” Changbin grazed his fingers over the inside of your thigh, drawing gentle shapes and slowly coming closer to where you wanted him most.

“It’s, um…” Your mind genuinely couldn’t think of an answer.

At your pause, Changbin peaked his head out from under the table, “I don’t wanna stop, baby. But if you can’t answer then I’m gonna have to.” The sudden fear of the loss of his touch made your eyes grow wide, shaking your head no. He grinned, ducking between your legs again. “Continue.”

“Mediation theory,” the same gentle fingers traced the outline of your cunt through your shorts, feeling a gush of arousal seep through. Just as the tip of his finger ran over the sensitive bundle of nerves, your entire body shivered. A teasing laugh sounded from beneath the table. With a shaky voice, you answered, “s– self stimulating response t–to a word or sentence.” It came out in one rushed breath.

With a satisfied hum, Changbin leaned in and ran his tongue over your clothed pussy, faintly tasting your essence. You moaned out, throat suddenly dry. Reaching under to grab at his hair, Changbin gently swatted your hands away. “No touching. Focus on your studies, baby.”

“How am I supposed to focus with your head between my legs?” It was a legit question, one that made Changbin evilly chuckle knowing what he wanted from you was going to be impossible.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to leave you here high and dry. And I really, really don’t wanna do that. Think of every step closer as a reward.”

“A reward?” The word made your thighs clench around his head. In normal settings, Changbin would gladly take it. But right now, he wanted to push you a bit. It took a little bit of force to get your thighs to release him, but bit a loving and proud mark into the flesh all the same.

“Only if you can answer my questions. Remember, we’re studying.”

“Mhm, mhm. Sure. Studying.” You guided his head back to wear it was before, right before your throbbing core.

A pleased sigh, he continued his mission. “Tell me about another theory.”

Changbin poked his tongue out, drawing tight circles to your clit. He was only in this position for maybe five minutes and you were already soaked. Curiosity got the best of him, pulling the garment to the side to reveal your bare, dripping pussy. A short laugh fanned his breath over your sensitive nerves, another shiver rippling through your body.

The tip of his finger slicked through your folds, he hummed to get your attention back on track. “Behavioralism supports ch– children being born with no p– preconceived notions.”

He quickly flattened his tongue over your cunt, taking long licks and circling your entrance. A hum of approval made you whimper. “Another,” he demanded.

“Constructivism combats that by saying children are born with innate–” two large fingers pressed into your hole, cutting off your sentence entirely and sucking in a deep breath. “Oh, fuck.”

Changbin instantly stopped, stilling his motions and looking up at you through his lashes. “If you stop again, so will I.”

“No, no! Please don’t! I know this, I promise. Just please, don’t stop.” He happily chuckled, mostly at how desperate you already were. He couldn’t blame you, though. Changbin could feel his own dick throbbing to the point of almost painful, so incredibly turned on by how well you were doing for him.

Taking his position again, Changbin began to move his fingers again, slowly fucking them in and out while simultaneously lapping at your clit like a dog. It was almost too much, yet not enough at the same time. Yet, your head was falling closer to empty with every passing second.

“Constructivism.” He demanded louder against your cunt.

“Born with innate knowledge a– and learn to function through in– interaction.”

He took your clit between his lips and sucked hard, drawing a loud moan. Popping off for a moment, “good girl. Good fucking girl,” and went to town. The slurping noises bouncing off the walls was obscene, borderline pornographic when paired with your cries of pleasure. It was almost as though Changbin could feel how good you felt, his own noises muffled by your pussy almost just as loud.

The build up felt like it had been happening forever. That, or you were so worked up and sensitive that you felt like coming in mere minutes. Moreso, the latter.

“Gonna– gonna cum–”

“Hold it,” he ordered, slowing his fingers and going back to rubbing figure eights with his tongue. “One more question and you’ll get your reward.”

You trusted him with your life, but you were starting to think he wasn’t going to give it to you. Changbin was dragging it out as long as he possibly could, avoiding suckling on your clit because he knew your body better than you did. You didn’t need much more to fall over the edge.

“W– what’s the last question?” You gripped the edge of the seat, leaning back and feet instinctively raising off the ground. He tried his hardest not to press his free hand into his cock, distracting himself by draping your legs over his shoulders and anchoring onto your thigh. The small pinches he left to your skin was only egging you closer and closer. He loved the way your walls clenched around his fingers, adding a third just because you were so enthusiastic.

“Which do you believe?”

“What?”

“Behavioralism or constructivism. Which do you believe?” He wound tighter circles into your clit, curling his fingers just right to lightly brush against your g-spot.

You were going to answer, you swear. But one good, accidental flick of his tongue made your thighs clamp around his head again, trapping Changbin in place while white clouded your vision and heat suffocated your skin. There was no stopping your orgasm now, so he gave in and suckled on your nub to help you ride out the high.

When you finally came down and released him, he licked the same fingers that were in your pussy and clapped a smack to your overly sensitive sex. It made you flinch and your knees shot up to hit the underside of the table. Your boyfriend took ahold of your ankles and forced them back around his neck as he came back in close to your core. Changbin delivered a few more wet slaps before soothing over it with his tongue.

“You failed, baby. Guess we’ll have to keep going.”

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A/N: I have so many longer wips that I've been working on. Hope you all have been enjoying these shorter stories!

[azznyra]

Hi! My name is Nyra and this is my very first post ever! i’ve been a reader for years but i’ve never had the courage to write or post anything ever. i’m very scared to post this, but i’ll hope some people will come across this and like it. any and every feedback is highly appreciated. please be kind! also know that english isn’t my first language so forgive me for any mistakes! i hope you enjoy :))

Drunken night routine

here is my Azriel x reader fluff fic. TW : small mentions of anxiety but that’s it.

includes reader being drunk af with nesta and az being a fluffball with her as he gets her ready for bed!

You were trying your best to just concentrate long enough to winnow inside. Nesta blowing you ear off was not helping and you made sure to tell her "just keep quiet for a second and maybe we’ll get there". You had had the shittiest day and were just looking to unwind with one of your closest friend. You had both gone to this sweet little restaurant down the Sidra, enjoying each other’s company and a humongous amount of food. It started with a bottle of red wine, just to fuel yourselves for your gossiping session and now it promised you the biggest hungover for tomorrow.

After what seemed like a century, you managed to get you both up to the balcony attached to the big dining area. The floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, the curtains softly moving with the wind and all you could hear was Cassian’s deep chuckle.

You and Nesta were still holding onto each other when you looked up and saw the General approaching you, reaching his hand out for Nesta to take. He led you both inside and turned to you, taking you in "Rough night, y/n ?" your answering scowl was immediate "fuck off you’re just jealous Nesta likes me more". To take it even further, you leaned closer to your best friend and kissed her on the cheek, multiple times, while she was only grinning, her smile getting bigger and bigger by the second.

Cassian was halfway through with his comeback when your gaze landed on the second male in the room. Azriel was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire, legs deliciously spread, nursing a glass of liquor in his left hand, his piercing gaze already set on you. He was dressed in casual clothes tonight, which didn’t fail to surprise you. In all the years you had known him, you didn’t think you had seen him like this more than four times. He looked so relaxed like this, you thought his lap looked inviting, it was almost beckoning you to sit there, perch yourself on his thigh. Hoping his arm would wrap around your waist, maybe tug your back against his chest. If you were lucky, maybe he’d even — you stopped your thoughts when you realized where your mind had wandered to. You let go of Nesta and took quick but wobbly steps towards the shadowsinger, calling out his name in the sweetest way you could manage.

He quickly put down his glass and got up to meet you half way, smirking. You knew a witty remark was already on its way but you could not care less. You were so intoxicated that you didn’t think twice about what you were doing and just launched yourself at him. Your arms went around his waist, tugging him closer to your body. You not only heard but felt him take in a sharp breath, his ribcage expanding beneath your arms.

You’d never dared to get this close to him while being sober. You knew he liked his privacy and was not always confortable with physical affection. You could see it behind his eyes, see his self-hatred eating him out, telling him that he wasn’t worthy of love. Every time it happened, you felt your own heart breaking, cleaving in two. For he was worth so much more that what he allowed himself, he was worth everything. If only he could see himself the way you saw him.

Azriel’s arms finally landed around your shoulders and you got a whiff of his smell. You could not help but inhale it once more, on purpose. You then looked up to him and said "You smell so heavenly right now, Az". You only grinned up at him, secretly relishing in the red that took over the apple of his cheeks. It was concerning how proud you were of making his usually stoic face blush so easily from only one compliment.

Az felt like he was dying. Maybe he was and that’s why he was imagining you clinging to him right now, looking up at him with the most delicious smile adorning your lips and a cunning gleam in your eyes. You looked so beautiful that his mind was blank for a minute, filled with nothing but thoughts of your perfect face. He took in your long, shiny brown hair, which was curled tonight. His favorite. He longed to run his finger through the silky strands, maybe wrap his fist around it if you’d let him. You had never gotten this close to him before and he was in such deep shit. You were so drunk out of your mind though, that’s why you were burying your face in his chest. He looked up and met Cassian’s eyes, his brother winking at him, while holding onto his mate, ready to take her to bed.

Right, your bed. He just had to make sure you arrived in one piece to your bed and then you’d sleep and he’d be freed of his desire for you. At least for tonight. "Alright, your night’s over, let’s go to bed, y/n"

You shook your head, you didn’t want to go to bed, your night had just gotten interesting now that you had Az all to yourself. He insisted, and, well, you couldn’t really deny him anything. So you agreed "Only if you help me though, I don’t think I can walk straight, Az".

Azriel smiled, and you realized he had let go of your shoulders, silently offering you his elbow to hold onto. He always did this, offered anything but his hands. You knew how he felt about them, could understand where he was coming from. However, you couldn’t stand to enable his thoughts by not touching his hands on purpose. Not tonight. You graciously ignored his elbow and slid your palm against his. Your hand was so cold, having spent the whole evening outside on a terrasse, while Azriel’s hand was so warm you wanted him to warm your whole body with it. You looked straight into his eyes, gauging his reaction. You could tell he was overthinking this, wondering if he was somehow tainting you with his scarred flesh. You had to reassure him that this was okay, that you didn’t mind and never would. Your brain was too fuzzy so you just asked him "Is this okay? I hope it is, I’ve always wanted to do this, actually". Azriel was still frozen, staring at you like he’d never seen you before, another bright blush taking place on his cheeks. He ended up nodding, so slightly you almost missed it. So you gave his hand a squeeze and he led you towards the big stairs.

He was quite literally dragging you by the hand at this point, taking such long strides that you almost couldn’t keep up. You both stoped in front of the stairs, and Az gave you a funny look and you just knew he was about to tease you before he even opened his mouth. "Sure you can take this, y/n ? I wouldn’t want you to fall on your face" He said, smirking as he talked. He looked so proud of himself, thinking he could tease you like this. So you answered him with the same malice in your voice "Well, maybe you should carry me, then. If you’re so worried about my face".

He didn’t even look taken aback, he looked proud, you thought. That must be the wine though, you tried to convince yourself. Then, all of a sudden, in a fraction of a second, his hand let go of yours, one arm went under yours knees while the other was around your waist. And here you were, nestled against Azriel’s chest, so comfortable in his arms. You tried not to give too much thought in how good this felt, how right. You felt like you were exactly right where you were supposed to be. You were feeling so courageous tonight, so much that, if anything went wrong, you’d blame it on the alcohol. That’s what pushed you to bring your face closer to his neck and brush your nose against his skin. Just once. Just to know what he smelled like so close, and it was so good that you did it again. Then you heard him let out a soft exhale, and another, a little more rugged this time, it seemed. And he whispered, voice so low you had to strain your Fae ears to hear, "you’re tickling me, y/n".

You were about to apologize, when you realized he had stopped walking and was standing in front of your bedroom door. You reached your hand out and turned the doorknob, allowing the male to enter your room. You were about to thank him for taking you here, when your brain registered that he had already walked farther than your bed and seemed to be heading towards your bathroom. He silently asked you to open this door as well, and then set you down on the counter on the left, right next to where all your beauty products were neatly organized.

It was overwhelming, his caring attitude, the fact that he was in your bathroom right now, looking so at ease amongst your things. It seemed so effortless, so natural for him to be there.

He turned back to look at you, and you wanted to ask him what this feeling was, why he was confusing your heart even more, but you only asked "what are you doing ?"

"Running you a hot bath", he simply answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world, as if he would ever do anything else. Then he added "get in and wash yourself, I’ll go get you some water while you’re in there".

So you did just that, trying very hard to concentrate on using the right soap, then you wet your hair and washed it as well. You had a whole routine to do tonight, but it was already so much effort just to wash it right now that you gave up. You’d regret this tomorrow but you were way too intoxicated to care.

Azriel was going mad. He was sure of it. He must be sick, there was no other explanation as to why he’d ever put himself in such a situation. All he had to do was put you on your bed and leave the damn room. Instead, he had selfishly wanted to hold you longer. He remembered it was the day you always washed your hair. You had been unable to do it once and then you’d been grumpy all day, so sensitive to everything you’d ended up crying when Cassian had eaten the last cookie from Elain’s batch. Nothing had been able to console you, even when the Seer had offered you to make another batch just for you. The shadowsinger remembered you telling him it was because your whole routine had been changed and you were so anxious.

So that’s what he told himself as he ran you the bath, it was so you wouldn’t miss your whole hair routing thing and be anxious tomorrow. Nothing to do with you way you were clinging to him, brushing your nose against his neck, pretending not to breathe him in. Multiple times.

Anyway, this would end soon because he was simply going to bring you a glass of water and leave you. He’d go to his room, lock the damn door and try to sleep this off. So this is what he did, he picked up the glass and headed upstairs again.

You had just finished rinsing your hair when you heard a knock. You allowed Azriel to step inside and saw him heading towards the counter, then pick up your towel and hold it in front of you. He wanted you to get out of the bath, you realized. His head was turned back, his eyes shut tight. He was behaving like the gentleman he was and your heart soared at the sight. He was so respectful and thoughtful but he never gave himself any credit for anything. It was painful, really.

You stepped out, willing your legs not to wobble and took the towel from his hands, wrapping it around yourself. You told him he could open his eyes now, and thanked him, for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was then that he said words you’d have never thought would leave his mouth, "I’m surprised you’ve finished your whole hair routine so fast in your current state".

You stared at him, mouth open, probably gaping like a fish out of water.

"What?"

You must have misheard him because there was no way in hell he knew about this. It was not a secret that you were very particular about your hair, but it wasn’t something you talked about with Azriel, or Cassian or any of the males for that matter.

"Yeah, it’s today, right? I’m impressed really. If I remember well, it’s a pretty long process". He was smiling like a fool, somehow seeming proud of knowing this about you. Why would he be proud? This was so strange, you were starting to think you were dreaming up all of this.

"How do you even know about this ?"

"You’ve told me once. I’ve always wondered how your hair looked so nice and you spent almost thirty minutes explaining all of the steps and how long you had to wait in-between". Now you were sure he looked proud. And you were sure you still looked like a fish out of water. Your mind was so blank. "I haven’t done it actually", you blabbered.

"Well, I can help you if you want. I know you get cranky when you miss your routine".

He looked so eager, and he was right, you did get cranky when you missed something in your routine. It also wouldn’t hurt to feel him run his fingers through your hair, and massage your scalp. So he did, so gently, as if he was afraid to hurt you. It was so relaxing that you wanted to fall asleep to this every night. It took him a bit longer than you normally would, but he was thorough in his ministrations you could never tease him. You closed your eyes halfway, only opening them again when he nudged your shoulder with his, hazel eyes softly looking into yours through the mirror.

"There, all done.".

"Thank you so much, Az. You’re so precious"

He smiled, and it was so breathtaking you almost fell to yours knees before him. "You should go to bed now, you’re all ready", he added after a moment. You turned around, so close that your chests were almost brushing. So close that you could reach out your hand and touch his raven black hair with the tips of your fingers. So close that you could stand on the tip of your toes and kiss his lips. You nodded, remembering he had said something, and he took a step back, allowing you to step back into your bedroom. Right, your bed. He must have told you to sleep. This was what he was here for, after all.

You were about to fall in your bed, yes fall, when you heard the beautiful male behind you chuckle. "You’re going to suffer tomorrow, drink some tea for hungover before you arrive to training"

You sat on the bed, facing him and looked up to his handsome face. You were so busy studying his features that you almost forgot to answer him. "Just take it easy on me tomorrow and I’ll be fine, yes?"

Another deep laugh came out of him. He was so carefree tonight you felt blessed to be able to witness him like this. The mighty Spymaster of the Night Court, so casually laughing in your bedroom. "No, I will not, you and Nesta need to learn the hard way that you do not get drunk the night before training"

Your answering whine made him crack another smile, "But we train every morning, Az"

"I don’t see how that’s my problem". He had the audacity to look smug. The male was taking such pleasure in your misery it would have been insulting were it anyone else.

"I hate you" you said. You could not have uttered a bigger lie. There was nothing but pure adoration for him in your heart, but you could not tell him that. Would never find the courage. You could barely stand this half sort of flirting, let alone pour out your feelings to him while he cringes and lets down gently.

"We both know you love me" He was taking this too far right now, but he didn’t find it in himself to care. He knew nothing about your feelings, only hoped. Yes, sometimes he would catch you looking at him at training, or looking for him whenever you stepped in a room. He would sometimes hear his shadows say that you were staring at him, a longing look in your eyes, but he never let himself believe them. They liked you too much, always trying to be close to you. They were not objective at all.

You blushed, hoping this conversation would not go somewhere you couldn’t handle. You surely couldn’t handle this right now. So you kept this little verbal sparring you two had going on and said "you wish".

Az’s face dimmed a little, it was so subtle you could have imagined it. Probably had, honestly, with your inebriated state right now. You could swear, however, that you heard him agree. It was such a small murmur but you could’ve sworn you heard him say yes.

Azriel bid you goodnight, so sweetly and left you to sleep.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 4 - breeding | grimlock

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom grimlock + cybertronian reader + heat cycles + breeding + robo tits + feral behavior + kind of dub-con since grimmy is in heat + public sex + you guys literally frag in the hallways of the ark + grimlock needs to get dicked down NOW + yes i do enjoy mechpreg sue me

a/n: Idk why but grimlock just awakens something in me; also this would most likely take place in the g1 show but i love using idw grimlock's design and character

Another day that Grimlock was stuck on this stupid planet with it's stupid rocks, and it's stupid fleshlings, and of course, stupid Decepticons. And least, but definitely not last, this cursed heat-cycle from the Slagmaker himself.

Heat-cycles weren't typically too big of a problem for most Cybertronians. They were short periods of time where mechs charge soar to unbelievable heights once every few years, usually satiable by heat-repressants or a good session of marathon sex. Usually the first option was chosen, the second method being better suited for two or more mechs in heat that are able to keep up with each other. Even when none of those options were available, it's only the first day or two that are the worst, the heat enough to make a mech pounce on someone. Still, locking yourself in a habsuite with enough energon is an easy fix. But despite how relatively easy it is to deal with a heat-cycle, Grimlock just couldn't shake his off.

Grimlock first realized his heat was was approaching when he was "sparring" with another mech. In actuality, he was just working off some steam and chose the closest poor shmuck to help him out. When he barreled into his opponent and knocked them flat onto the ground, instead of letting up, he stayed leaning into them, heavily panting as he suddenly felt dizzy and...hot. It was when Grimlock realized the he was panting and damn near about to rut against the mech he abruptly got up and excused himself. Of course, without actually saying excuse me of course.

Grimlock immediately made a beeline to the medbay. He usually enjoyed his heats when he had potential partners, but the desolate planet he was stuck just made him want to completely get rid of that extra charge. He downed all the heat suppressants that Ratchet gave him and went about his merry day before that same sensor-clogging hit him again. But he already took the suppressants! While it made no sense to him why his heat was still persisting despite the medicine was beyond him, but he was quickly beginning to forget about that train of thought when the fog started to cloud over his mind...fuck he was so horny.

Grimlock could feel his array heating up, his spike throbbing as it begged to be released from its confinements and his valve lips drooling, already puffy without even touching them. Maybe he could just release his panel really quick and just sneak a servo under his array and touch his needy valve. Just a little bit though! Just enough to get rid of this annoying charge and...

Before Grimlock even noticed it, he was fingering open his valve, forcing his blunt digits into the dripping wet heat between his thighs. "Mmhhhghh...hahhh..." Grimlock panted heavily, continuing to thrust into his valve, hitting whatever nodes he could find. He whined, thinking about how shameful it was for him to be fucking himself on his digits right in the hallway of the Ark but it was oh-so-hard for him to linger on that though because of the dizzying heat clouding his senses. The dinobot began to slide down the wall he was leaning on for support because of how weak his legs were, yet his servo never left his array.

"Haahh--Ahh! Ghh..." Grimlock's moans became more vocal as he began to reach his high. By now, Grimlock was face down, his aft in the air trembling while his digits continued to pump themselves in and out his sensitive valve. His frame was running so hot and his processor couldn't even begin to worry about how mortifying his predicament was--he just wanted someone to help him out dammit!

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You were walking down one of the many hallways in the ark after coming back from a sparring session with another bot. Your frame was aching from the bruises you got but it was a pretty decent excursion. As you were making your way to your habsuite, you caught a whiff of a sweet, tantalizing smell. Instead of making your mouth water, it made your array feel tight. For some odd, unknown reason, you decided to follow the smell, heavy pedes picking up with speed as you went.

Before you could see what was happening, you could hear the sound of rasping moans and slight squelching sounds. Who in their right mind would be self servicing out in the open like that? Despite the question filling your mind, you turned the corner and were met with one of the most beautiful images your optics had ever laid eyes on.

There was Grimlock, powerful and fearless leader of the dinobots, writhing on the floor as he shoved four of his digits into his sopping valve, aft swaying as he let out pathetic mewls and low growls. Suddenly, his EM field enveloped you, pulsing messages of want/need/please/pleasepleaseplease-- The poor mech was a mess. The moment you saw him, you could feel your spike immediately pressurize with a thunk against your spike panel. You couldn't help it! What else were you supposed to do when one of the most attractive Cybertronians you had ever met was in heat, desperate for spike.

The moment Grimlock noticed your presence, he slowed down his digits pushing into his valve and spread his legs wider, a more inviting position. When he made a low whining sound and swayed his hips again, your patient broke and your spike released itself.

As soon as your spike pressurized, Grimlock took the opportunity to lift himself off the floor swiftly and tackle you to the ground so he was sitting on top of you. Now you were no small bot, you were nearly Grimlock's size but you were so caught up in admiring your superior's frame that he caught you off balance. In all honesty, even if you did know what he was going to do, you still would have let him. "Fffrag...frag me..." The arousal was practically dripping from the dinobot's words. He rolled his hips into you, rubbing his bare valve on the underside of your spike, wordlessly begging you to fuck him and a sad attempt to stop himself from just dropping down onto your length.

You groaned as the nodes on your spike brushed against Grimlock's plush, wet valve. You still couldn't fully believe the sight before your optics. Maybe that was the reason why you felt frozen in place while the dinobot helplessly rubbed his valve raw on your spike. Surprisingly, even in his heat-addled mind, Grimlock still wanted his partner to be okay with his advances. Finally though, you lifted him up with your servos on his waist, positioning him right above your spike.

It all went too quick when Grimlock lifted up his huge, crimson thighs and lowered himself onto your thick spike. "Graahh-- HaaAH! Ah! Mnghhh!" Grimlock threw his head back and immediately began bouncing on your spike. His greedy valve clung to your spike with every miniscule movement, as if it didn't want your length to exit his valve for a moment. "Hahh, Grimlock! Fuck..." You gripped his hips even tighter and took control, thrusting into the mech's warm valve, releasing howls of pleasure from said mech. He didn't even realize it, but by now, Grimlock's chestplates parted, revealing the soft protometal hidden within. His tits were large and heavy, a beautiful matte black color to them. He wasn't producing any energon, but it's not like that was going to stop you.

You immediately latched onto one of Grimlock's nozzles with your mouth, nipping it softly. The moment you did that, Grimlock fucking whimpered, holding onto your helm and pushing his refineries into your face. As you suckled on his tit, you could finally feel his heat affecting your own thoughts. All you could think about at that moment was fucking him hard and filling him up with your transfluid, sparking him up and repeating the process all over again. You let out a small growl at the thought of breeding the mech and bit down on his nozzle hard, causing the poor mech to spit out staticky moans. "I'm gonna fill you up... fill you with-- ah!-- m-my sparklings... make sure you know they're mine." You didn't even realize hat you were speaking but Grimlock clearly did, since he reacted to your possessive words with a loud keen.

The moment you finally his his ceiling node, he keened, practically hugging your helm as he overloaded hard. You weren't done with him though. You pushed him to the ground and flipped him over onto his stomach and lifted his aft up. It wasn't easy to manhandle such a big mech, but his dizzied state from his heat made it easier. When it finally hit Grimlock that he was empty, he whined and wiggled his hips a bit but you held him in place and pushed into him once more.

"Guuhh, uuhnGGH! F-fragg, HaAHH!" Grimlock let out sinful groans as your spike kept filling him up. You really were he perfect mech for him. With every thrust, you spike rammed into his ceiling node, threatening to force open his gestation seal and fucking a sparkling into him. And he would love every fucking moment of it. With every drag of your spike against his walls, he let out howls of pleasure that you were sure everyone in the Ark could hear. But by this point, you couldn't care less; you were too busy fucking the mech under you to have any shame at the moment. All you knew was that something inside of you was screaming at you to fill the dinobot up with your spike and transfluid and make sure it stayed in there. By now, Grimlock had overloaded twice, his hazy mind unsure of exactly when his second overload had hit him, yet his charge never left his frame. Still, all he wanted was for you to already overload in him, spill your transfluid into his needy hole and make him beg for even more.

When you finally overloaded into Grimlock's hungry valve, you barely even registered it, not slowing down a beat as your transfluid flooded the mech's valve. He immediately felt your transfluid hit the edges of his tank as you filled him up over and over again. When did he even open his gestation seal again? Not like i mattered anyway, because you were still pounding his valve like your life depended on it. A distant part of his mind wished that you had a knot, mod or natural. Oh how he wished you had a fat knot to shove into his tight hole and keep you inside of him so none of your transfluid would spill...

At last, you finally slowed down a bit, pushing your spike in and out of Grimlock's valve at a much steadier pace. You could feel your transfluid and his lubricants flowing past his puffy valve lips and you truly believed that Grimlock was satisfied. He had been railed so hard he nearly saw Primus himself and was absolutely stuffed full with all your transfluid. As you eventually came to a stop and began, reluctantly, withdrawing your spike from his wet heat, Grimlock let out a low whine. "N-no...don't pull out...I want more. Please." He sounded so needy and pathetic and with the way that he kept rubbing his aft back on your crotch made you unable to reject him. If Grimlock was fully aware of his pitiful behavior, he would have wanted to snuff out your spark and anyone else who could have heard the two of you. But for now, all he he knew was that you began to push your spike into him once more and he was going to be fucked full again. Probably not for the last time.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Falling Slowly - Chapter 1

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes:This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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It’s crowded in here tonight. Not quite theme park during season full, but close enough. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t seriously need a drink after the day I had at work. And this bar was the closest place to home that was still open.

Or maybe I just pulled into the first place I found.

I somehow manage to score a seat at the crowded bar, sliding quickly onto the stool that’s still warm from its previous occupant. I raise my hand to the bartender and she nods, taking another 2 orders before taking mine.

“Rum and Coke. Less Coke.”

She smiles, tossing me a wink before she walks off to make the drinks. I have to admit I’m mildly impressed by her memory, as she had taken at least 10 drink orders before mine and memorized them all. No wonder she has an overflowing tip jar.

It probably helps that she has giant tits too.

I take a few sips, letting the warmth of the rum spread through me, loosening my muscles before setting the glass down. The music playing is stupid loud, but the people seem to like it, jamming their sweaty bodies together in a tight group in the middle of the dance floor. 

I’ll admit, this isn’t typically my scene. But the patients today were really on their game of trying to piss me off and I decided I earned a drink. I just wish I’d known how loud it would be. Thankfully, I'm not on call tomorrow.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

A man sits next to me, shifting his body so he’s facing me. When I don’t respond, he repeats himself, a little louder.

“I’m ok, thanks.” I try to let him down easy, but turning down a man who’s tipsy and looking to get laid is not an easy thing to do.

“Not yet you aren’t. We haven’t even spoken yet.” 

Sighing, I turn my head to look at him. He’s all blue eyes and light hair, a slight tan on his face but one from hanging out at the pool and not from manual labor. I’d be surprised if this guy had to work for anything.

“I’m flattered, really, but I just want to drink in peace.”

“Oh, come on now, gorgeous. A little conversation won’t hurt.”

“Really, I’m good.” I turn my head back to my drink, removing my hand from the top of it to take a sip. 

“You look stressed. I can help with that.” 

His hand finds its way to my thigh, squeezing me slightly. But before I can do anything, a different, larger hand removes it for me. 

“She said she was done talkin’.”

This new guy is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, a barrel chest, arms that could totally lift me, coupled with beautiful black curls, freckles speckled across his olive skin, accentuating his eyes, which I'm sure are normally kind when they aren't staring down an asshole. 

The man who was talking to me yanks his hand away and stands up, the bar stool scraping across the floor. 

"Fuck off, friend."

"Not until you leave the lady alone."

The man puffs up his chest, sticking his pointer finger out, jabbing at the man with the curls that I'd love to touch. 

"Why don't you fuck off so you don't get hurt, hhmm? Me and the lady were getting along just fine."

The man with the curls looks at me and I shake my head, both to say I'm never going anywhere with this man and please don't get yourself hurt.

"Doesn't look like she wants to go with you."

The man glances over at me and I fix my face into what I hope is confidence. 

"No way. I'm not going anywhere with you."

The man narrows his eyes. "I bought you a drink. The least you could do is come home with me."

Curls laughs and oh, I would love to hear that sound again. "Imagine being such a dick that you think forcing a drink upon a woman entitles you to sleep with her."

The man draws his fist back and quickly releases, punching Curls straight in the nose, his head flying backwards. He stumbles but doesn't go down, his hand swiping at his nose to see its already bleeding. The man tries to grab for me but Curls stops him, landing several good punches of his own. 

"Stop! He's not worth it!" I try to step in but it's pointless. I can't get close enough to stop anything. 

A minute or so later it doesn't matter because the cops show up, separating the men and loading them both into the back of cop cars, Curls meeting my eyes and giving me a small smile before he's pushed into the cab. 

"Excuse me," I stop one of the cops. "Which jail is he going to?" 

"Travis County. The one on 10th."

"Thanks."

The men load up and take off as I turn to walk to my car and head to the police station. When I arrive, the desk officer tells me I'll have to wait a while for them to be processed, but that they will both make bail.

So I wait. 

Several hours later, the kind desk officer rouses me awake and let's me know I can post bail. I do and they ask me to wait in the lobby while they bring him to the front. When he comes around the corner, he's talking to the officer that's escorting him.

"Yes sir, but can you tell me who posted my bail?" 

The officer nods in my direction while extending his arm out, indicating that the man should proceed without him. Curls turns in the direction the officer pointed him and locks eyes with me as I stand, folding my jacket over my arm. He smiles as we walk towards each other, making my cheeks feel warm under his gaze. 

"You bailed me out?"

"I had to. You saved me."

God his smile is like sunshine. "Oh, you didn't owe me anything, darlin'." 

"I definitely did. That guy was a creep and who knows what else he could've done?"

"Well at least let me pay you back the bail?"

I wave my hand at him. "No way."

"There must be some way for me to pay you back?"

I gesture at his face. "How about you let me take care of that?"

He touches his nose and looks at his hand, seeing some dried blood. "Oh, no that's ok. I'll just go clean up-"

I step closer to him, hand stretching towards his face. "I can't believe they didn't get you checked out."

"Ah I'll be alright."

"Stop arguing and come with me."

He looks at me, all brown eyes and tiny freckles, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. "Yes ma'am."

Oh I am so fucked. 

He follows me to my car and gets in the passenger side. As I turn the key on the ignition, I realize I don't even know his name. 

"I'm Tommy by the way." 

I tell him my name. "But my friends call me Daisy."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Daisy."

We make it back to my place, as his truck had been impounded and so unavailable until morning. Tommy tries to decline my offer of a place to stay while he waits for his truck, until I ask if I'm so offensive looking that he wouldn't want to come up to my apartment. 

"No way, ma'am. Quite the opposite."

He follows me upstairs, kicking off his boots when I kick off my shoes. He looks around nervously and I see him scanning all the windows and doors. 

"You serve?" I ask. 

He looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Desert Storm. How'd you know?"

"My dad always scans a place when he enters it. I'm assuming you'll want your back to a wall too? Exits visible?"

"I…yeah. That would be preferable."

I gesture to my couch, which is against the wall. "Have a seat. Let me get my first aid kit."

I grab my kit and some ice in a bag and sit next to Tommy, who turns his broad chest towards me when he sits up. His eyes glance behind me at my bookshelf.

"That shelf looks like it's on its last leg."

I chuckle. "Probably is. I've had it forever and it wasn't high quality to begin with. Just some Ikea shit."

He groans, like I’ve just offended his entire ancestor line. "No, not Ikea! I could make you some new ones."

"What, are you a carpenter or something?"

"Similiar. Contractor. But I do know my way around wood."

"So do I."

Tommy shifts his legs at my implication and I smirk, dabbing at the now dried blood on his face, cradling his chin with my other hand. 

His eyes are on me, so close I can feel his breath puffing out against my skin and I feel heat starting to pool between my thighs.

"Pride and Prejudice?" He asks. 

"What?"

"On your shelf."

"Oh. Yeah. Haven't read it in a while but I was obsessed when I was little. Wait - have you read it?"

He smirks. "Are you surprised?"

"A little."

"My niece needed help with her book report. So I read it to be able to help her."

"You read an entire book to help your niece with a paper?"

"Yeah."

"That's really sweet. Not many people would do that."

"Oh I'm not many people."

"That's for sure.. hey Tommy, are you hungry? I have some pizza left over."

His eyes flick between mine, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"I love pizza."

"Great!" I move to the kitchen and start getting out the pizza, putting some slices on my pizza stone and turning on the oven to preheat it. 

"I rented the new X-Men movie from Blockbuster. Have you seen it?" I ask as the oven bings and I slide the pizza in it. 

"You managed to snag a copy?"

"I bribed the cashier."

He chuckles. "I haven't seen it yet."

"Ok cool. I'll put that on for us."

The pizza finishes reheating and I divvy it up, offering Tommy a beer. We sit on the couch, plates on the coffee table as I get out the DVD. Tommy whistles. 

"You got a DVD player?"

"Yeah. It was my one splurge on myself when I moved here. Well that and a new mattress."

I fast forward through the commercials, cursing the makers for not adding a "skip ad" button. 

"Is your boyfriend gonna be alright with us hanging out?"

“Yeah, no. I don’t have one of those.”

Tommy sits up a little straighter. “Oh? Why not?”

I shrug. “I just moved to a whole new city and wanted to settle in. I don’t like long distance because it just never works out. Plus I can’t deal with all the-” I twist my wrist in a circle “- neediness?”

Tommy chuckles. “Neediness?”

“Yeah. My job takes a lot out of me and honestly, I don’t have the mental space for a boyfriend right now. That’s why I like you.”

Tommy points to himself, eyebrows raised in question. “Me?”

“Yeah. I’ve only known you a few hours but you’ve already saved my ass and don’t act all high and mighty. Plus you have great taste in books and movies.”

Tommy and I finish watching the movie and I drive him back to the impound lot now that it’s open. We exchange numbers and promise to hang out again, both of us missing the glances in the other’s direction. Although I’m pretty sure he caught me staring at his ass when he was standing at the checkout counter. 

“So you’re just….friends?”

Tommy nods, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s what I said, Joel.”

Joel studies his brother, his eyes narrowing. “She pretty?”

“So pretty she’d make a man plow through a stump.”

The corner’s of Joel mouth tick up for a second before he fixes a stern look on his face. “Be careful, Tommy. It’s hard for men and women to be friends if they’re attracted to each other. Someone’s bound to get hurt.”

“That would mean she’s attracted to me, big brother, and there’s no way. She ain’t lookin’.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“‘Sides, don’t you want a good example set for Sarah? That boys and girls can just be friends?”

Joel shakes his head, pointing at Tommy. “I don’t want her near any boys for any reason for her entire life.”

>>Chapter 2>>

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[ilaikyuu]

Yandere sukuna x quit fem reader

eh i really do hope that u meant quiet and i hope, as well, that u dont mind it being headcanons 🖤

🥀Hcs :"obsession is the only available poison for the empty heart "🥀

Featuring Sukuna

warnings: kidnapping, mild noncon touching, blackmailing

he is a walking red flag so if u somehow get involved with him, well….u surely are delusional 

but being quiet and modest really did make u the perfect target for him

u were practically invisible to everyone’s eyes, even your closest friends seemed distant

so its not that hard to make a move on u

with no hesitation sukuna instantly made it clear - he wanted u for himself

he sat next to u in the park while u were eating your lunch

“im sure its not a problem”

“um, it is n-”

“even if it is, it doesnt really matter to me”

he for sure is super self-indulgent and possessive 

he knows that no matter what he does to u, even if u dont like it, u wont tell anyone    just his type<3 

his hand comes creeping on your thigh, squeezing it, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin 

but u dont say anything, u dont want to make a big deal out of it. he is going to stop, right?

his fingers continue sinking into your flesh, his fingertips finding the tip of your skirt, playfully tugging on it 

u arent left out with much of a choice  - u can just give up, be quiet and suffer the consequences 

 or....try to protest

you try to tell him as polite as possible that u are not so okay with this but-

 who are u to tell him what to do?

i feel like he will kidnap u maybe for a night or sum, maybe take a few lewd pics of u 

will, for sure, threaten u that he will hang them in every single classroom in your school after all where’s the fun without a bit suffering beforehand 

as quiet as u are, standing out even in a family photo is too much, but something like that? if anyone in the school saw these slutty pics u were done for.

"the quiet girl is a hidden slut" - what a cliché

what can u do tho, now u are his personal little house pet

or u are being one at least until he gets bored with u

[philhoffman]

Yesterday was one of the most amazing days ever—I traveled to Philadelphia and met @mrsalanavalentine in person for the first time and we saw Synecdoche, New York on the big screen!!!

Synecdoche was one of the first Phil Hoffman films I ever saw and it changed my life. The Hunger Games introduced me to him, Doubt convinced me he was someone truly special, but Synecdoche was unlike anything I’d seen before—it got into my head and twisted me up inside and made me fall in love with cinema. I have a lot of thoughts about how and why Phil came into my life when he did, but I’m sure one reason was to make sure I found this film. It’s been a gift in so many ways—like getting to finally meet one of my best friends!!

Jess and I met here on tumblr over two years ago thanks to our shared love of PSH—they sent me an ask calling this blog a big source of joy (❤️) and now here we are!!! Thank you again Jess for inviting me and being as much of a geek about Phil and movies as me (I mean you’re a projectionist so you are even MORE of a geek about movies than me!) and I can’t wait to see you again! 🥰

During one of my favorite scenes last night, when Caden is telling Hazel about his idea—“Here’s what I think theater is: it’s the beginning of thought. It’s the truth not yet spoken. It’s what a man feels after he’s been clocked in the jaw. It’s love, in all its messiness.”—it suddenly felt like the perfect moment, watching Phil’s performance as he talks about the rawness and realness of theater and art. It’ll maybe never be perfect because we miss him so much, but look at all of us here laughing and loving and celebrating him together.

Phil has brought so many amazing people and opportunities into my life. There has been a lot of pain and grief but there’s been even more happiness and fun and fullness and connection. I’ve done things I never could’ve imagined myself doing before he was with me—traveling and writing again and live theater and harm reduction advocacy and meeting his family and friends and finding my own closest friends, all thanks to him. “Legacy” can feel like a funny, aloof, grandiose word when you love someone so much, when they’re so real and familiar, but if I had to define it that’s part of what Phil’s is for me. Being inspired to live the way he did—voraciously, unselfconsciously—and love the people around you and take the risks you want but also need to take. Thanks for the lessons buddy, I love you and keep you with me everywhere I go

(Also, as I mentioned on letterboxd, this is the fourth PSH film I’ve seen in theaters but the first in which I got to see his tummy (and thighs) on the big screen so it was absolutely worth it to get home after 3 am and go to work this morning on just four hours of sleep.)

[violetteheaven]

Okay its 1am im gna answer all of these #imnormal😋

1. Cbmi 17.2 WTF🤬

2. I am 158cm / 5’2 i stopped growing a little after my ed developed so im kind of stuck at the height of little me😭

3. Idk but any weird and off putting doll like character my ed will EAT UP (ironic am i right) like just having a sick and off putting weird scary presence

4. Boy idk

5. To be pure and cleaaaan and to distance myself from what ive been in the past, to not be desired by anyone except bf❤️❤️, to have people care idk

6. Nooo not really the closest is like i chew a TON of sweet and greasy shit i crave but i always spit it out so its kind of a “c/s binge” but obvi its not rlly the same

7. They noticed my behaviors at like bmi 23 and acted like i was dying like okay☠️☠️

8. Ballet class, occasional crosstraining, walking and pacing plus currently doing a two week everyday workout challenge loool for fun

9. Not sm but growing up chubby is like🙄🙄🙄 you know what people think abt ur weight

10. Idk but i used to love baking and i still sometimes do it but cant enjoy what i make that much 🤧 but its not rlly a big thing

11. Idk😭 i follow a ton of disordered ppl on here and twt so its hard to say

12. Idk anything

13. Unhealthy😭 (realizing now that this isnt necessarily a disordered question thing)

14. 35kg but its more of a gw atp, maybe 29-32 kg 🤷

15. No because i dont live alone and my meals are often not my choice, and my nutritionist wont let meeee but ive been planning on maybe going vegetarian asap

16. Probably when i was like 13 idk i dont remember 😭

17. Yes #queenana🔥

18. Anything sweeeeet and anything eaten with my bf bahshsh

19. This fine evening😊

20. The parasite diet!!! Or get worse diet or character ones

21. Usually XS-S, eur 34☹️☹️☹️ sizes in genreal are so triggering

22. 42,6kg rn!

23. Idk but I remember being super fascinated with ed content when I was younger 😭 it was hard to find though

24. eating disorders and mental illness should not be promoted!!! But they should be talked about more and there should be more harm reduction and awareness spread

25. Nooo i tried but got caught RIGHT IN THE ACT bahshsh so no not my thing

26. People looking at me worried and wondering if im okay🙁❤️❤️❤️

27. Depends on the people and the food but i try to be normal i do not want people to pay attention to my illness because i am very very normal looking not sick

28. YES because ive always been insecure abt my thighs and hips because theyre veeeery wide and ugly and i just wanna be thin and idk dolly jack skellington

29. Being creepy❤️

30. Boy im not doing all that

Thanks yall😋

[unhingedselfships]

It was some big, multi group, party. 

Seemed weird given most of these people wanted to kill each other but.

Well she wasn’t really one of them so far be it for her to understand. 

Still. Her nerves were wearing thin.

She was a novelty here. The barely legal little American girl the Tojo Chairman had moved across the planet for… reasons. There was plenty of speculating. 

Not that most of it was true.

He cared about her, he was a good man, and when she’d desperately needed to escape, he’d offered. 

Nothing else to it. One emotionally wrecked girl, and a man with far too much kindness.

Alas, she’d been quickly dismissed as the latest ‘toy’ by everyone up to and including the man’s own mother.

She wasn’t even that pretty? Maybe they thought her a freak? Willing to do some real weird shit? After all, she didn’t exactly set that “gold digger standard”. 

She supposed maybe she’d dressed a bit like one, but eh. She had nice tits, and she knew it. The only nice thing about her, no duh she was gonna show it off.

Of course, that meant others were gonna notice too. He’d been sleazy and way too obvious and very not her type. Shutting him down had been trickier than she’d expected but eventually he’d wandered off in a huff, making promises to return or do something or other, she didn't know, she’d stopped caring. 

“Backpfeifengesicht, never met anyone more fitting,” an exaggeration, maybe, but she was cranky.

“Really now? That sounds unpleasant,” he’d leaned over her shoulder, startling her, and she twisted to look at him.

Annnnd immediately felt her face heat. For all the creepy old men that had been sidling up to her that night, this one was well- decidedly less creepy. And a lot nicer to look at. And his voice gave her chills.

“Oh- um- yeah- well,” she stuttered and he grinned at her, “It um, well it isn’t exactly nice,”

“Care to share?”

She hummed, and tried not to look directly at him.

“Ah, gimme a second yeah?”

“Take your time princess, I can wait.”

Something in his tone was both smarmy and eager. 

She mulled it over a bit longer and he chuckled, and in perfect Upper Class British-English, “My English is pretty good too, if that would be easier for you.”

“Ah, um, ok. I guess the closest would be like ‘a face in need of a fist’, or something like that.”

He blinked before throwing his head back and laughing, the chains around his neck jingled and his hair fell in his face.

The flush was back, and worse than ever.

“Yeah, yeah I could agree with that assessment,” he seemed delighted. 

She took the moment to look him over, the burgundy textured velvet suit, the black on black shirt, half buttoned. 

And a knife. She knew that shape well. And actually-

“Oh!” she didn’t think as she reached, “Is that the-”

He moved faster than her, and with a hell of a lot more grace, grabbing the offending hand and spinning her, arms pinned across her, her back pressed to his chest-

And she was still rattling off knife specs. Weight, length, the fucking metal blend. 

How cute~

She was still babbling, and he found himself even more amused, did this girl really have no fear?

Looking up he noticed the Sixth Tojo Chairman making a beeline for them, eyes hard, and ready for conflict.

Kadokura’s eyes took on something… manic. Wild and wicked.

He felt her shift but didn’t think much of it, too busy silently goading the younger man.

She tugged at something on her thigh, passed it from hand to hand, and he found another knife, not his own, waved vaguely in front of him.

He blinked, bemused. 

Tricky little thing.

“Thiisss one, is mine. I doubt it’d be a comfortable hold, it was made specifically for me, but. It’s nice right?”

It was nice. Damascus steel, antler handle, seven inch blade, eleven inch total, give or take a bit.

Daigo had moved within range, and she finally noticed him, trailing off in her rambling.

One arm loosened its hold on her, grabbing the knife from her hand.

“It is lovely, where did you say you got it?”

“Oh!” She leaned her head back against his shoulder, and he found it novel how comfortable she seemed to be in his hold, “My cousin makes them. Well, there are like, three cousins who do forging. They make me pieces for gifts now and then. They’re good right?”

He hummed, “Indeed they are.”

Looking up she noticed the approaching Chairman, and paled, finally going quiet.

“I’m- being super autistic about this, aren’t I?”

His arms fell from around her as he took a step back, bending double, and cackling.

He gasped, trying to catch his breath, and she seemed uncomfortable with the audience they’d attracted, looking between him and Daigo-chan anxiously.

Adorable, really.

Standing, he reached out with a grin, giving a lock of her hair a tug.

“I’ll be seeing you around darling.”

He laughed at the flush that darkened over her, and wandered off.

Wide eyed, she turned to Daigo.

“Who was that?”

“Kadokura Kenshi, from one of the factions up North. He’s not a man you want to be involved with Kimi.”

“Oh. Oh I think I do.”

…

A little while later, the cry of “That asshole still has my knife!” carried across the room, and he cackled as he left.

[elstopple]

Memory. (1/2)

I remember those days when I looked back to the things I drew out of negative emotion. Those distorted faces, the long limbs, sometimes multiplied limbs. The wide smiles that showed long rows of sharp, jagged, pearly teeth. These beings either had tattered clothes or none at all. Just nameless beasts and demons plastered onto paper meant to wander about the minds of others, maybe even scare them. I know if I saw them in real life I’d be scared out of my mind. Wouldn’t hesitate to run…or so I thought up until one night in particular. I had the Caretaker playing in my earbuds while walking a forest trail at around 4:30 AM since I couldn’t sleep and the trail was the closest by. The trail was also my area of comfort— more so a specific area within it. Deep within the trail would lead to this…riverside of sorts. It was only a small part of a longer river that was a seemingly continuous stream that led off the trail. There were big rocks on the sides that you could sit on, listen to the sounds of the beautiful nature around you paired with the music, and just enjoy the serenity of it all. The only bright light I had was my phone, and even then I only let the moon shine its subtle light down upon me and my surroundings. Even in the dark, the forest was beautiful in its own eerie way. I’d already settled on the rocks and put my headphones away to enjoy the sounds around me further so I felt I was set for the early morning. Perhaps if I was brave enough I might have fallen asleep where I was. Though, that wasn’t the case. I felt the muscles in my body tense up when I heard the sound of rustling leaves and the heavy huffs of another possibly bigger being. This was the time for the creatures of the night, so I wasn’t too surprised. However, I wasn’t going to stay still when I confirmed I wasn’t alone. I felt it and I heard it. So I got off the large rock and stood up on the leafy grounds below my feet, went still in my place, and let my eyes drift shut for around seven seconds. Within those seven seconds, I felt those heavy huffs gently push against my face. The mentioned being was in front of me— uncomfortably close to me. I felt its tense stare upon me and when I opened my eyes I saw the eyes of a powerful deity. They were oddly familiar to me— as well as those rows of sharp, jagged teeth that had been turned downward almost in a sad, curious manner. The being’s arms were longer than its torso— even below the hip, almost more than halfway down the thigh. The legs were long too. This guy had to be at least seven feet to be bending down just to lean in so close to me and look me in the eyes with such a lost stare. I felt like I couldn’t move— like I was paralyzed where I was…yet I felt no fear towards this oddly familiar face. Instead, a wave of comfort washed over me. This night felt so surreal. Was I lucid dreaming? No. Everything was real. I didn’t even have to check the small watch on my wrist to confirm. I noticed my hands had begun to lift themselves without thought. It was as if my body moved on its own. My eyelids were heavy, half lidded while I looked at the being before me with a gentle, comforting gaze. Despite my slow yet constant blinking I never broke eye contact even when I felt my hands cup the being’s face. I felt my thumbs soothingly caress its cheeks and it was as if everything went still. It was only me and the one before me in this single moment. Neither I nor the being had moved from our places.

[sweetheartsnightmares-tp]

Okay so I am writing blind right now because I’m in class. I made the text font white so that no wandering eyes could spy on what I’m about to write. So if something doesn’t make sense, that is why. Hopefullly even this will have no typos.

In my previous class, there are a few guys who are just so entirely male. They are fit and attractive and men. I know it would bring me no direct pleasure, but I imagined getting on my knees for them. They are so attractive and smart. I don’t want to suck an idiot’s cock. But a smart guy? Totally. Especially when he is fit and big and strong and can pick me up with one hand. I want to bring that face pleasure, i want to be the reason for their moans.I want to be wanted. I want to show them how much i want them. They surely work hard to build those bodies in the gym, and those brains in the classroom. They deserve to be shown appreciation for their hard work.

I imagine bumping into one of them after class. Hard enough, one of us drops something. Oh, what a silly coincidence to crash into them out of class. I would give them my number with the offer of pleasure. I want to see the lust in their eyes. Once the offer is out there, I want them to look at me and see a potential for sex and pleasure and an opportunity to use a silly girl to feel good.

I imagine they will then message me and invite me over under the pretense of forming a study group. Realistically, it would likely just be one of them, but I dream that they are all waiting for me at one of their homes or maybe a reserved study room. We would be hanging out, the two or three of them I find so attractive, and I would try to keep up the pretense of studying, pulling out my textbook and notes and start talking about the different lobes of the brain. They would look bored, some maybe exchanging knowing smirks between each other.

Soon, the one closest to me would do something like grab my face in a hand or squeeze my thigh. I would instantly shut up, losing focus and getting overcome with my own desire. I imagine he’d say something to me about using me how I’m meant to be used or make fun of me for pretending like I was here for any reason other than this. I don’t think the words would fully translate in my brain, and I would nod dumbly along, deep in sub space and aching to be of service.

The hand on my thigh would tighten its grip and he would pull my legs apart, spreading me open on my chair. The hand would make its way up my thighs and find my inner upper thighs sticky with my excitement. He’d rub over my panties and move the fabric out of the way. He’d then use his two middle fingers and plunge into me. With his two middle fingers inside and thumb outside, he’d grip me and yank me into his own lap. Breathing into my ear, he’d order me to pull his cock out and I would rush to do so, blushing with the other eyes on me. Once his cock was out, impossibly big, he’d turn me around so that my front faced the other two and my back was pressed against his chest. Lifting me with a big hand cupping my ass and the other around my throat, he’d slide me down onto his cock.

One of the other two would walk toward us and the one deep inside me would shove my head forward roughly, telling me to pull the other’s cock out as well. I’d only too happily do so and without waiting for permission and too excited, I’d lean in and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I’d suckle on it until the one in front of me would grab my head in order to push me down onto his length. The third boy would watch intently, saying mean things and telling me what he will do during his turn. He would climax while watching us and promise me that it’ll make him last longer and be meaner. He’d record me and take photos of me, conveniently leaving out identifying features of the men I was between. All would be seen is me happily and obediently taking the cocks presented to me. I’d be slapped and choked and spit on. My hair would be pulled and I’d cry and they’d laugh. Telling me I’m such a dumb, little thing. That I don’t belong in their classes but they’re glad I’m there so they have something to play with. Maybe they’d make use of the school supplies I brought to add some more to the humiliation, using my markers to write on my body and my ruler to smack my most sensitive region. The first one who initiated would be sweet to contrast the others but he’d use me so harshly I’d have imprints of his fingers on my thighs and teeth marks on my shoulders for days.

[tawnyafterhours]

Burn | Fireman!Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, size kink, overstimulation, Daichi being hung, fingering, your apartment burns down, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, yandere themes depending on the way you read it, fluff, strangers to lovers (?)

Summary: You’ve moved into the apartment complex across from friendly fireman, Daichi.

Word count: 5610ish

The first time you met Sawamura Daichi was the day you moved into the apartment complex opposite to his. It was in the early morning, the sun had risen maybe an hour before, and you’d just begun to unload the hired moving van when he jogged over to you from across the road, a friendly smile gracing his face.

He didn’t mean to make you jump but you’d had your head inside a torn open cardboard box when he greeted you.

“Hey, do you need a hand?” Daichi held his hands up when your head snapped towards him in shock.

For a moment you were wondering what kind of sane person would be up at such early hours and willing to offer a helping hand, but looking at his attire you’d assumed he was about to go for a run.

You were so proud of yourself for not yelping a ‘holy fuck’ when you laid eyes on him. Daichi was big. He wasn’t the tallest man you’d seen but he had a body that looked like he could probably take on a bull; with broad shoulders, wide arms and the loose gym shorts he wore let you get a decent look at his thick thighs.

“Are you okay?” He chuckled as he tilted his head, wondering why you hadn’t responded and were simply gaping at him.

“I… uh.” You shut your mouth and nodded, “wow. Hi”

His eyes crinkled in amusement and he leant against the back of the truck, tucking a hand into his pocket.

“Hello.”

“Sorry, what did you say? Before that, I mean.” You nervously smiled.

“I asked if you needed help… I’m Sawamura Daichi by the way.” He held out his hand and you timidly shook it, trying to ignore the way he lightly stroked a calloused thumb over the back of your hand and introduced yourself too.

“It’s okay, it’s early so you probably have somewhere to be…” You murmured, turning back to the cardboard box and haphazardly closing the top so you could actually start unloading.

“I was going for a run but I feel like this would be a better way to spend my time… and a better workout too.” He shrugged.

“Um, okay… if you really don’t mind.” You paused, “unless you do and were just trying to be nice.” You glanced up at him, gnawing at your bottom lip when he laughed.

“I really don’t mind.” He nodded towards the full truck, “may I? You’ll have to lead the way.” At your rushed nodding he picked up the closest box, tested its weight and then piled another on top and picked the both of them up with little to no struggle.

“There’s one flight of stairs…” You informed him, leading the way to the front door of the stairwell to the apartments and holding it open with an elbow.

“That’s fine by me.” He grinned at you as he passed.

There was something about him that reminded you of home, a comfort that embedded itself into you and started up your infatuation on him, like a barbed hook to a fish.

The old guy that had driven the truck returned from the phone call he’d left to make and Daichi insisted that he’d just leave the boxes by the stairwell and he himself would make the trip up and down the stairs.

“Are you sure? It’s my job to do it…” The man blinked at him, taken back by the offer.

“Yeah… We’ll get this done in no time.” He smiled and turned to you, “you can help by telling me where the boxes should go, hm?” He raised a brow and you nodded dumbly at him.

-

Daichi was right. The truck was unloaded faster than you’d anticipated, even with all of your shared conversation and your attempt in trying to get to know him, and after waving off the old man, you faced him with an expression you hoped would convey how grateful you were.

“Thank you so much.” You toyed with your hands, slightly surprised at how relaxed he was despite the numerous stair trips and all the heavy lifting, “you… uh, you don’t look worn out at all.”

He nodded. “Don’t mention it, I'm happy to help… and I'm not, really. I do a lot to keep up at work.”

You tilted your head. “Yeah? Personal trainer?” You went with your first guess, inwardly cringing at yourself for the blunt assumption.

“No.” He laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I'm a firefighter.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. A firefighter.

A fucking firefighter.

“Uh… wow.” You breathed.

Men in uniform did a funny thing to your heart. And your cunt. You could feel a faint pulse as you tried to imagine him in just the big baggy trousers and hefty boots.

“Got a thing for firefighters?” He grinned. At your fumbling and choked cough, he shook his head with a chuckle, “I’m messing. I need to go now, though.” He stated after checking his watch.

“Oh. Well, I need to pay you back somehow for to-“

“Nope.” He interrupted, “as I said, I'm happy to help.”

You purse your lips. “Well, I'm going to.”

Daichi’s eyebrow quirked.

“Can I… maybe get your number?” You hesitated, pulling out your mobile, “y’know for when I’m able to think of a decent payment…”

“Sure.” He took your phone to type his number into a new contact sheet, not willing to argue with you on the matter but more than willing to give you his digits, “it’ll make us somewhat even since now I know where you live… that sounded really creepy.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head after he’d passed your phone back, “I’m sorry. I'm just going to go…”

You watched with a goofy grin as he stalked off down the street.

“It was nice meeting you, Daichi!” You shouted, giggling when he jumped and turned to you with an awkward wave, casting a glance to the windows nearby.

Oh. you’d forgotten it was still quite early in the morning.

-

After that first initial meeting you didn’t really get a chance to speak to him for a while. The both of you sparing the odd wave if you saw him across the street, he always seemed to be in a hurry somewhere.

It never really struck you to text him until just before the second time you two encountered each other.

you: daichi?

daichi: who is this?

You scowled at your phone until you realised that oh, you didn’t give him your number. You sent him your name.

you: you helped me move in a couple of weeks ago…

You sent that just after. Just in case he didn’t remember your name.

daichi: hey, you finally texted :D what’s up?

The text emoji had you snorting, reminding you of a time before the little yellow cartoon faces were the norm.

you: i was wondering if you were at home, you live across from me right?

daichi: i just got back and yeah :)

you: i’ve thought of a way to repay you.

you: that sounds dirty.

you: i made some pretty decent ramen and there’s like a lot so if you want some…

you: wait. are you allergic to anything?

daichi: you don’t have to repay me, i’ve said that so many times…

daichi: and no, i’m not allergic to anything, i think? but if you’re offering food…

you: i can drop it off? or you can come over?

daichi: would you mind if i came over?

you: i wouldn’t offer it if i wasn’t :)

daichi: hah okay, i’ll be there in five. just got out of the shower.

Oh, god. Did he really have to add that in? Picturing daichi in nothing but a towel and dripping with water was enough to distract you for a minute or so until you realised that he was coming over.

You darted away from leaning against your countertop to run into your bedroom. Daichi wasn’t about to catch you in your lazy day pyjamas, even if he did strike you as the kind of person to not mind.

In fear of giving off the impression that you were too eager, which cough you might be cough, you settled for wearing a cute blouse and leggings.

A knock on your front door echoed throughout your apartment whilst you were patting down your hair in the mirror and you had to force yourself to take a calming breath before opening it with a smile.

“I was worried that I got the wrong door.” Daichi said, rubbing at the back of his neck. You noticed how his hair was still slightly damp and roughed up, probably from him running a towel over it.

“Even though you’ve walked through it maybe twenty times?” You giggled, stepping aside so he could enter.

Daichi removed his shoes and tucked them neatly by yours against the wall.

“Yeah…” He hummed as he looked about the main living space, “I like how you’ve decorated.” He complimented.

You grinned at the praise, “thank you.” You scooted past him and into the open kitchen, “you can sit anywhere, I usually eat on the couch so I don’t mind.” You informed him, turning to dish up the meals.

Daichi was sitting on the far end of the couch when you carried his steaming bowl through and settled it onto the coffee table.

“Wow.” He leant forward to get a look at the colourful food, “decent, huh? It smells great.”

“Thanks.” You murmured and made quick work of fetching your own bowl and eating utensils, “do you want a drink? I have soda, tea, beer…”

“I'll have whatever you’re having.” He smiled at you over his shoulder as he watched you fuss about.

You sat beside him and passed over a chilled beer.

He watched you for a moment with amusement dancing in his eyes as you stared at the bottle.

“I forgot the opener.”

“You forgot the opener.” He repeated with a chuckle, “nah, pass it over.”

After handing it to him you watched in amazement as he opened it with his bare hands and you took the bottle back with a gaping mouth.

“What…”

He held up his hand and twisted the thick banded ring he wore on his middle finger around with his thumb.

“It’s cute that you thought I opened it with my bare hands.” He laughed, popping open his own bottle and setting the caps on the coffee table.

“I didn't see the ring.” You mumbled, passing over his utensils.

“Thank you for this by the way.” He said after swallowing his first bite, the two of you sat in comfortable silence with bowls in your laps and a random movie playing on the tv, courtesy of Daichi. You’d obviously let him choose the channel.

“Mhm.” You covered your lips as you chewed, answering him when you didn’t have food in your mouth, “I still feel like I owe you… you did a lot.”

“I think if we don’t get past this then it’s going to keep getting brought up.” He laughed, “what if I told you this was the best bowl of ramen I’ve ever had and it’s more than enough of a reward?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I'd call you a liar.”

His mouth opened in shock and he looked down into his bowl with a grin, “well, that’s mean…” he bit into one of the egg slices you’d neatly placed inside, “yeah, I’m lying. The eggs are kinda bad.”

You nudged his knee with your socked foot, laughing when he almost spilt his food, “they’re not bad. I gave you the nicest slices.”

He huffed a laugh, “no, they’re great.” He paused, “you gave me the nicest eggs?”

The tone he’d taken on was almost as if he was cooing at you and it was enough to make your cheeks heat up, and head face back into your bowl as you used eating as a distraction.

“That's sweet.”

“Daichi?”

“Hm?”

“Shush.”

He snorted, “fine.”

You both stayed on the sofa even after you finished eating. Daichi’s arm rested along the back but you weren’t close enough to be warmed by it. You weren’t quite confident enough to scoot closer to him either.

You eventually stood to wash up, only to have your hands shooed away from the bowls as Daichi took them and stood too. You held out your hands for them.

“Nope. You cooked.” He stated as if that was enough to make you let him pass.

“And I'll clean.” You declared, reaching to grab the bowls.

“Nice try.” He grinned, moving them from your reach.

He stepped forward and you immediately inched back, trailing after him when he continued over to the sink.

“You’re really…” you watched as he filled your washing up bucket with hot soapy water.

“Are you gonna say bossy?” He smirked over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves.

“No…” maybe not that exact word, “wait!” You fumbled about, choosing to pretend to be shocked and pointed to the corner near the front door, “is that a spider?” You yelped.

He eyed you for a moment, spared a glance at the area and turned back to the sink. You groaned when he dunked his hands into the water.

He huffed, “it really isn’t that big of a deal… you cooked, I’ll clean.”

You frowned. “It is, though. You’ve done a lot.” You resorted to drying and tidying away whatever he washed up.

“Not everything has to be a trade.” He commented, passing you a wet bowl, “sometimes people just like doing nice things for others.”

“And you’re one of those people.” You murmured.

“I mean- I guess? I didn’t help you out that day so that you’d end up owing me.” He pursed his lips.

You sighed, “okay. Fine. We can call it even, like, right now?”

He wiped down your sink as you both finished, a soft smile on his lips, “okay… we’re even.”

“Is it just me or…” you gnawed on your bottom lip as you thought about how to word what you were going to say.

He tilted his head, momentarily glancing at your mouth, “what’s up?”

“We get along, right? Like… I feel more at ease with you than I would normally with a stranger.” You winced as you spoke, hoping you weren’t grasping at straws.

Daichi’s eyebrows rose, “yeah, I think so too. But that’s probably just our personalities being compatible… I can tell you’re not comfortable. Well, not fully comfortable.”

You frowned, “how so?”

He released a breath and stepped closer to you, edging you backwards until your back hit the counters, leering over you so your head was forced to back away. His legs were just brushing yours and you could faintly smell the scent of his body wash and maybe a pine aftershave on him.

“Uh…”

Daichi didn’t back up, instead resting his hands on the countertop either side of you.

“You’re telling me that anyone would be comfortable with this?” You mumbled.

“Hm… no. But you stopped looking at my face as soon as I moved towards you.”

You scowled and forced your head up to stare him in the eyes, “maybe I wanted you to corner me.”

He angled his face closer to yours, the pair of you practically sharing breaths at that point, “yeah?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly.

He was so close. And so big. Was everything about him big? You clenched your thighs at the thought.

A high pitched beeping noise interrupted you both and Daichi stepped back to take a little black device from his pocket. He wiped a hand down his face and sighed.

“I have to go, I'm on call.” He frowned, “this isn’t me trying to eat and run.”

“Y-yeah…” you blinked, “it’s okay, work is work.” You shrugged and followed him to the door where he put his shoes on.

“Thank you for the meal.” he smiled, casting a glance to your lips again before turning to the door, “maybe we should do this again? and I’ll cook next time?” he offered, facing you again as he stood in the hallway.

“Yes! Yeah… you can cook?” You paused, “Y'know what, I’ll find out. Go and do your job.” You nodded for him to leave, not wanting to hold him up.

“I- yeah,” he hesitated, “sorry, just…” he stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “bye.” He whispered as he pulled back.

He didn’t linger to watch the way your lips parted in surprise, instead he almost jogged to the stairwell and disappeared around the corner with a blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

-

You were lucky when Daichi spotted you a few days later whilst you were in town. You’d been shopping for a few hours in the late afternoon and were about to head to the bus station when you heard your name being called.

He was walking away from two other men, one with long brown hair and a patch of stubble on his chin and the other, a guy with pretty silver-ish hair.

“Didn’t expect to see you here…” he stopped in front of you, a nervous smile playing on his face.

“Outside?” You tilted your head, grinning when he deadpanned you with a stare, “I was shopping, what’re you doing?” You peered around him, not seeing his friends in their previous position, “were those your friends?”

“Yeah, I'll introduce you to them next time if you want? We just went for food… are you now heading home?”

You nodded.

“Can I walk you to your car?” He asked.

“You could… if I had one.” You fiddled with the bags in your hand, “I took the bus.”

Daichi rolled his head back before looking at you with a sheepish grin, “can I drive you back instead then? I'm heading home anyway, so…”

“Um… okay, yeah. Thanks.” Being alone in your apartment with Daichi was one thing, easy even. A car, however, had you nervous and slowly walking beside him to where he’d parked.

Ever the gentleman, he’d insisted on carrying your bags for you. You’d tried refusing, as usual, but settled for giving him half when he pouted.

He set your shopping down in the back seat and held the passenger door open for you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled and climbed in, sinking back into your seat when he closed the door.

His car smelt so strongly of him and you noted the few receipts and cd cases he kept stored in the centre console.

“Ready?” He asked once he’d belted himself into the driver’s seat.

You nodded, holding your breath when he leaned over and clipped your belt in. Daichi hovered a second in front of your face to smile, his gaze flickering between your eyes as you blinked owlishly at him.

“You good?” He murmured.

When you nodded again, lips pressed together in a thin line to try and stop yourself from making an embarrassing noise, he started up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

You made small talk with him for a few minutes, your awkwardness wearing off as you settled in his company. You don’t know how Daichi did it but he managed to make you loosen up without seemingly trying.

“What the-“ he leant forward and flipped up the visor to get a better look at the sky as you neared home.

You followed his line of sight and gaped at the huge billows of dark smoke that clouded the sky. Almost as soon as you’d noticed it, you could hear his little device begin to beep in his pocket.

“Oh, crap.” he glanced at you, “I'll drop you off first.”

“If it’s urgent- which, by the way, it kinda looks it- you can just dro-“

“Nope.” He shook his head, “it’s getting dark and I want to make sure you get home safely.”

You purse your lips.

“What the fuck!” You yelped as you rounded the corner to your street.

Your entire apartment building was up in flames and a huge fire truck as well as a couple of ambulances were littered about the street.

“Oh, shit.” Daichi parked his car in front of the fire truck, turning to you as he unbuckled himself, “wait here a second, okay? I'll find out what’s happening.”

“What's happening? My home is on fire…” you didn’t pay any mind to the sharpness of your tone as you stared wide-eyed out the window.

Daichi didn’t answer, just hopped out to go and talk to who you guessed were his coworkers. He was back at your door in what seemed like seconds, knocking on the window before opening it with a blank expression.

“I uh- I won’t go into details but there was a gas leak.”

“A gas leak…”

“Yeah, did you maybe want to wait in mine? I kind of have to help out… you can try and contact someone…” he’s always been so good at keeping up a brave face, dealing with you, though, was something he found tricky. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and upset you more than you already were.

“My apartment is fucked, isn’t it?” You numbly whispered.

Your day had been going so well. You’d thought it’d gotten even better when you’d run into Daichi. And then, boom, literally boom. Your apartment was on fire.

You unbuckled yourself from the car and slumped out, “contact who?”

“Family or a friend?”

“My parents live hours away.” You frowned, “and so do my friends… I moved here for work.”

Daichi sighed, “we’ll figure something out. Wait in mine, yeah?”

You nodded and let him guide you to the front doors of his complex, taking the keys he passed to you when he heard one of the firemen call to him. You watched a little resin volleyball keychain spin from where it hung from the metal hoop.

“Number seven, second floor.” His hand cupped your chin and lifted your head, “help yourself to anything… I'll come and get you if something else happens, okay?”

You nodded, head nudging into the warmth of his hands, “be careful.”

He smiled then, “I will.” He squished your cheeks together with his thumb and middle finger and you watched him leave before entering the building.

-

Turns out Daichi’s bedroom has the perfect view of your building. He'd left the door to his room open so you’d obviously entered to get a front row seat, not bothering to snoop about before you sat on his bed.

You couldn’t even tell which fireman he was, they were all too far away and it seemed like the fire was easily controlled. Or maybe it was the shock of having your home burnt to cinders that turned the three hours it took for them to finally extinguish the fire into what felt like minutes.

You heard his front door open and shut and jumped up. You weren’t quick enough for him to not catch you in his bedroom.

Daichi looked a little roughed up, soot smeared around his face and wrists. He'd obviously ditched the heavy firefighting gear at the truck because he was standing in front of you, brows furrowed, in the outfit he was in before.

“You weren’t sitting there the entire time, were you?”

“…maybe.” You hesitated.

His lip twitched up, “I really need a shower.” He mumbled, wiping a hand down his face, “it sucks that I’ve got to be the one to tell you but I figured that you’d prefer me over a stranger…”

“I need to look into a new apartment?” You guessed.

“Yeah…” he frowned.

“Daichi, you don’t have to look so down, it’s not like it was your fault.” You shrugged, “thank you for letting me wait here.”

“About that, what you said earlier?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, “you can stay here, if you want? For the night or…until you figure something out- I have a spare room.” He added.

Your eyebrows shot up, “are you serious?”

“Yes?”

“That doesn’t sound serious.”

“I’m serious.” He snorted, “I'm going to take a shower ‘cause I'm kinda filthy, we can talk more after, yeah?”

“Okay.”

-

You probably could’ve had a quiet night; ended the chat with Daichi and went straight to bed. You didn’t even get that far though.

You’d left his bedroom and instead sat in his living area, flipping through the channels on his tv.

“That show’s good.” He commented, running a towel over his hair.

“Fucking hell!” You shouted, clambering to catch the remote after you’d thrown it out of fright.

“You’re jumpy.” He laughed.

“I didn't hear yo-oh-“ you turned to him, your sentence caught in your throat when you saw that his towel covered cock was maybe a few feet away from your face.

Daichi wasn’t stupid, he could clearly tell where your focus had gone.

“You keep gaping like that and you’re going to give me the wrong idea.” He stated, voice low.

You watched his towel shift, the thick outline of his cock had your thighs clenching together, and your eyes darted up to his face.

“The wrong idea?” You repeated.

You had the wrong idea. You had many wrong ideas.

Daichi leant down, resting his forearm against the back of the sofa. You couldn’t find it in yourself to back away, eyes focused in on a droplet of water that ran down his neck and in between the valley of his pecs.

“Mhm.” He lifted a hand to play with a strand of hair that hung loosely by your face.

“Are you still on call?” You murmured, not willing to push for anything if there was a chance he’d have to leave again.

His hand moved from your hair to your chin, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip.

“No...” he groaned when your tongue poked out to lick against the pad, “I'm off for two days.”

You pulled his hand from your mouth and surged to your knees to press your lips to his, hands pulling at the damp hair that sat at the nape of his neck when he responded just as urgently.

Daichi yanked you up from the sofa, hands clamped to the undersides of your thighs to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist. You were distantly aware of the sound of his towel falling from his waist and hitting the floor but were too busy having your tongue sucked into his mouth to care.

“Bedroom.” You whispered against his lips, moaning when you felt his bare cock nudge up against your clothed cunt.

“You sure?” He mumbled, nipping at your neck and jaw as he slowly walked to his room, wanting to give you more than enough time to back out.

“Daichi, if you don’t fuck me-“ you yelped when he dropped you onto the bed.

“If i don’t fuck you?” He grinned.

He didn’t shy away, he bore all of his nakedness with a confidence that made you throb.

“C’mon… you’ll do what?” He pressed.

“Then… I'll leave. A-and I'll go and find someone who will.” You tested him, pushing a foot into his naked thigh.

You realise, when he’s yanked down your trousers and panties, that what you said may have been a bad choice of words.

“You'll find someone else?” he knelt onto the bed and spread your legs, ignoring your embarrassed whine, “you think they’ll get your cunt this wet, hm?” He asked, running a finger along your glistening labia.

“Daichi…” you grabbed at his wrist and tried to encourage him into giving you firmer touches. When he didn’t move, you began to lift your hips into his touch, whining again when you barely even managed to get his fingers to touch your clit.

“You’re so cute.” He cooed, pulling his hand away from your cunt to tug at the end of your shirt.

You took the hint and peeled it off, throwing it away from his bed along with your bra.

“Y’know, I thought you were so pretty when I first saw you.” He commented, positioning one of his legs over yours and tugging one of your thighs up to rest your ankle on his shoulder.

“What about now?” You were only half paying attention to the conversation, staring down at the thick head of his weeping cock that he held inches away from your cunt.

“I'd answer you seriously if I knew that you were listening to me.” He kissed your calf. “Is my dick really that interesting?” He laughed when you didn’t answer.

Daichi watched with heavy lidded eyes as your head dropped backwards, lips parting to let out a long breath, when he pushed the tip of his cock into you.

That was all he managed. Your walls were clamping down so hard that he couldn’t push in any further without worrying he’d hurt you.

“F-fuck!” You whimpered, eyes squeezed shut.

“That's my fault.” He kissed your leg again as he pulled out, “should’ve stretched you out…”

He replaced his cock with a finger, letting it slide into your cunt and stroke at your silky walls for a second before adding another.

“Feel good?” He smiled when you moaned.

“Y-yes!” You hissed into your forearm as he continued to rub into the ribbed area of your pussy that had you twitching on his bedsheets.

A knot was forming in your tummy and it only grew tighter as he added a third finger, and then his thumb to rub at your clit. The digit sliding against your nub easily after he spat down onto it- something you only heard and felt because your eyes had rolled back at that point.

You felt around for his free hand, yanking him down when you found it so that you could press your mouth to his in an open mouthed kiss.

Hearing his grunt tipped you over the edge and your back arched into him as you came, whining into his mouth, and cunt pulsing around his fingers.

“Well, that was sexy.” He whispered, nudging your nose with his as he removed his fingers.

You couldn’t reply, only pant and watch as he licked your cum from his fingers and stared straight into your eyes.

“You wanna try again?” He asked once you’d calmed down a bit, letting his fingers dance along your sensitive pussy in an effort to keep you stimulated.

“Can I go on top?” You reached a hand down to wrap around his cock, your fingers unable to connect as you began to slowly stroke it.

Daichi’s eyes shut with a breathy moan, “y-yeah.”

You straddled his waist, being careful not to knee him in the balls, and guided the tip of him to your now sopping entrance.

He slipped in easier than before but the position had put more pressure on your cunt and it was a lot to try and get him in half way before you let yourself slump against his torso, face squished into his soft chest.

“I think you’re too big…” you grumbled.

“You did so well, pretty girl.” Your cheeks heated at his cooing and you flicked at his nipple in retaliation.

Daichi’s hips surged up, his cock bullying it’s way deeper into your pussy.

You were forced to jolt upright, inevitably sitting flat against his thighs as you sunk down to his balls, “F-fuck! S’too deep!” You wailed but refused to lift yourself up. He was finally all the way inside, you weren’t going to stop there.

Daichi sat himself up on his elbows, reaching a thumb down to rub at your overstimulated clit again, “need to relax, pretty…” he grunted as he felt you sporadically clenching around him, the base of his cock covered in a milky mess of your cum.

His touching eventually led you into slowly trying to roll your hips, small gasps leaving your parted lips each time his cock rubbed up against the bundle of nerves that lined your front wall.

Daichi couldn’t help but watch you use his cock, his hips unconsciously lifting up to bounce you on him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, pulling you down to kiss him. His hands dug into the squishiness of your ass and thighs to hold you in place so that he could rut into you.

“Y’close? You’re getting so- nngh- tight.” He groaned, the sound of your thighs bouncing against his hips growing louder as he rammed himself balls deep each time. Strings of your arousal snapping against his skin.

You were close. You could feel yourself getting tighter and your cunt ache at the stretch of his cock but the burn only aided in helping you get to your release.

“Dai- Daichi- g-gonna cum.” You cried into his neck, thighs shaking as your release washed over you.

“Good girl.” He moaned, repeating the words over and over as he kept bouncing you on him to draw out your orgasm. The warmth and wetness of your pussy had him forcefully thrown into his own release and Daichi pinned you hips down with a drawn out groan as he came, spilling ropes of thick cum into you.

You didn’t try to move from his chest as you came down from your high, panting into his skin and relishing in the feeling of his cock softening inside you.

Daichi didn’t try either, nor did he want to.

He planned to keep you as close to him for as long as possible, his fuzzy mind trying to think of ways to get you to stay.

With him.

In his apartment or wherever he went.