#current wc is 900+

[sleepyhoon]

they would have to surgically remove me from plug!heeseung js

like don’t even play … a man that’s smokes and and gives me meat?? baby that is a bbq grill and i’m ready to fire it up 😭😭

[ryescapades-archived]

— a little handsy now, aren’t we?

characters: nagumo yoichi (sakamoto days) x gn!reader contents: sfw, slight hint of suggestive, this is corny ngl, they’re in their jcc years, use of petname once, tension ? reader is from weapon’s dpt, possibly ooc/canon divergent as i haven’t read the manga yet wc ~ 900 (no beta!)

a/n: crowd boos and throws tomatoes at me sry idk what this is honestly

“Hey, you.”

The seat underneath you is starting to feel uncomfortable as you tuck yourself closer to the table, lifting your gaze up from the tools you’d been using a few hours prior. Your arms tense from where you have them propped up on the hardened surface, an effort to look the most casual as you can be as three girls walk further inside the laboratory.

“Did you see Nagumo-kun anywhere around here?” The girl in the middle questions, propping her hands on her hips right as they approach your little secluded corner. The other two shift on their feet, looking around the lab like it’s their first time coming here– it probably is– before they both turn to you, anticipating your answer.

You glance down at the little paper bags they’re holding in their hands, already knowing there’d be a bunch of gifts and letters in there if you were to check their contents. You raise an eyebrow at them, “Nagumo? You mean that lanky guy from the Assassin Department?”

There’s a ghost of a touch on your calf from under the table, and you freeze in your seat before straightening your back as the girl narrows her eyes at you. “Lanky?! He’s not– ugh, anyway. We saw him round the corner just outside this lab a few minutes ago. Are you sure you haven’t seen him at all?” She presses, leaning close to your face as her haughty glare directs at the recent project you’re working on.

She’s probably right. The lab you’re currently using is at the end of the hall, and there’s no other place he could’ve gone to unless he jumps out the window just outside the place (you wonder why he didn’t do that instead).

You tilt your head, hands fully pausing from your work, “Well, I guess…? People have been in and out of the lab a lot. Maybe you can check around–”

A warm, large palm rests on the inside of your thigh. Then there’s a squeeze, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh and causing you to flinch, your knees almost hitting the underside of the table. You bite down the surprised yelp bubbling at the back of your throat as heat courses through your veins at the indecent touch.

The girls slightly draw back at your sudden reaction. “Whoa, you okay there?” One of them asks with a perfectly arched brow. You let out a laugh, though it looks more of a grimace than anything. “I’m fine, sorry, sorry. It's nothing.” You try to convince, all the while kicking away the filthy hand that has been creeping up your leg as silently as possible.

Your irritation slowly simmers under your skin as you glance at the saw machine at the edge of the table, suddenly having the urge to use it on something. Or someone.

“In any case, I’m sure he’s somewhere outside since I’ve only seen students from my department here. Until you three, of course.” Eyeing them with a pointed look, you nod towards the entrance of the lab with a flat grin. “And it’s already late. This gun won’t finish itself, you know. So if you’d kindly leave.”

The girls grumble under their breath, the middle one clicking her tongue in annoyance at your abrupt dismissal. “If I ever find out you’re lying to us, you better start checking what you eat next time,” she points an accusing finger at you before they eventually turn to leave, footsteps resounding through the space around you before the lab goes back into silence, save for the low murmurs from the students in the distance.

Fingers drumming on the piece of steel in front of you, you let the growing stillness settle into the air before muttering, “Girls from the Poison’s Department are persistent as ever, huh… Disguising yourself would've been easier for you, no?”

“Eh… I guess you’re right,” A drawled out voice comes from the minimal space under the table. Your eyes twitch at the indifference in the tone, and you finally push your seat back to look down at the raven head sitting criss-crossed on the floor.

Nagumo peers up at you while nonchalantly trailing a finger up and down your shin, his tall frame making the place look even more cramped than it actually is. “But don’t you think this arrangement is more… interesting?”

You instantly deadpan, shrugging his touch off. “You think this is funny?”

He chuckles, waving a hand beside his head. “No, no, not at all! I’m grateful enough that you agreed to let me lay low for a while,” his voice then drops to an octave, those dark depthless eyes shamelessly staring at your legs. “Though I do admit that I enjoyed it a little too much.”

Your arms cross on your front as an imaginary tick mark appears on the side of your temple. “You’re lucky those huge piles of scrap metals are there to hide you, Nagumo.” You lift up a leg, the heel of your boot pressing against his chest while your own voice turns to a deathly lilt. “Pull shit like that again and I’ll crush you under my foot like you’re nothing.”

“Yeah?” The corners of his lips tug upwards as his tattooed hand gently closes around your ankle to rub figures on your skin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I expect nothing less from you.” Nagumo's ever so obnoxious smile grows into place as you clench your fists, holding back from landing a punch or two.

Preferably on that goddamn pretty face.

stepping on that man and putting him in his place is an essential need actually

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[ovaryacted]

JAGGED EDGE

─ QZ Joel Miller x f! reader || WC: 900

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Age gap implied. Possible dub-con. Rough sex. Degradation. Dom! Joel. Dom/sub elements. Hair pulling. Daddy kink. Joel is a meanie & a big scary man. Ambiguous/toxic relationship.

A/N: This is literally something I wrote and typed out based off of this singular picture that was shown to me. I had to do this, for the people! Proofread by moi.

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST | AO3

Joel was pissed.

Coming back to the QZ with less supplies than he’d like had him on edge, a shit deal led to two less bullets in the magazine of his gun. A waste of his time, a waste of his energy and whatever fucking else he managed to have left in this dying world.

The parasitic things around him continue to take, and take, and take until he’s a dog fighting for scraps again. He’s already worked for the current rations he has, bribed or killed for the rest, did whatever he had to do just to get by and ignore the stench of rotting bodies he has to dig up and burn. He’s already dealing with enough, he doesn’t need to lose any more of what he had.

At least he had you.

Steady. Solid. Real. The only constant in his world, something so tucked away from other people's grasp they couldn’t tell the difference between their Joel and your Joel. He holds you at arm’s length, just close enough to let you touch him, but far enough to consider you an outsider, another survivor amongst the rest of the poor unfortunate souls that seek purpose with death creeping around every corner.

Though the moments where he grants you closeness, you don’t take it for granted.

Pliant. Malleable. All for him to have and to hold. You’ve come to learn that Joel was a naturally rough man, all of him was. You can’t blame him, he was a product of the losses that haunts him in his nightmares, slowly chipping away at his wavering humanity one death at a time. A predator with razor sharp teeth containing a bite full of jagged edges. You just happened to fit the role of his prey, a lamb that has ventured too far from the herd, ensnared in his grip with no way out. Not that you’d ever want to leave.

His molars grind in his mouth as he growls from behind you, the pistoning of his hips filling the dingy apartment with an audible slap of skin. Large hands kept you pinned by the neck underneath him against the tattered mattress, your nails digging into the comforter as Joel pummeled into the arch of your back. Every brutal thrust he gave you sent you inching higher up on the bed, spine curved to keep your ass high in the air, right where he could see you at your best.

The glistening skin of your pussy wrapped tight around him, clutching at his cock every time he slipped out just to punch back into you with a snarl, your body wishing to keep him inside for as long as he allowed. His heavy balls slammed into your pulsing nub with each resounding drill of his hips, amplifying the sensations and sending you closer to your impending release.

Joel fucks without mercy, his touch as ragged as the rest of him. But this was your Joel, and you loved him in any way he came, in any way he’d allow. After all, you weren’t given any other option.

“Joel, please…” your gasp was followed by a moan, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when the tip of his length kissed your cervix with precision. You shrieked as your head was quickly yanked backward, thick digits pulling on the strands of your hair, now wrapped around an iron fist.

“Please what, hm? What does my fucking slut need from me this time?” He bit harshly beside your ear, the tone of his sharp voice forcing your walls to clench around him.

“I need to cum,” you cried out meekly, his unforgiving pace had your eyes fluttering, wishing you could look at Joel at this angle, but he wouldn’t let you get more than what he decided was enough. He tugged at your head harder, the pain rushing to your sensitive nub between your thighs, throbbing from his intensity.

“What you need is to take what I give you. You fucking got that?” Joel muttered next to your temple, your heart pounding in your ribcage at his command.

“Yes.” Another forceful jerk to his body made you jolt, deepening the curve of your back.

“Yes what?” The gears in your head began to turn, finding the right words in the back of your mind to avoid pissing him off any further.

“Yes daddy.”

He slams you back down to the mattress with a groan, grabbing hold of your hips and fucking into you with such force you know you’ll be left with an ache in your pelvis afterwards. You know he doesn’t mean to be so aggressive, that’s just who he is, it’s within his nature. You understand him despite others viewing him as anything but human. A man with so much blood on his hands shouldn’t have the ability to make you cry for him, to make your body sing and crave him when he deserves nothing of the sort.

Yet when the textured tips of his fingers reach your slick pearl to circle it with intention, sparks fly under your eyelids and you spill around him with a loud wail of his name, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as you fall apart. You’d consider it an act of kindness on his end, the only time you’d ever think the man, or any man, touched you with such reverence.

He’s rough all around, but perhaps you’ve always liked them that way.

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[monster-effer]

Syntribation | Clenched Thighs Save Lives – Sylus x reader

Summary: You have an interesting technique to get off. It is not something you’re ashamed of, but it has caused friction in past relationships. But you’re with Sylus now, how will he handle this part of you? Content: MDNI, suggestive and sexual acts mentioned, hurt (past) and comfort, fluff, Sylus and reader are dating (~900 wc) A/N: This is for the girlies that get off via syntribation! It’s a topic that’s near and dear to my heart and something I have yet to see mentioned in a fanfic. I tried to envision how Sylus would react to a reader confessing that this masturbation method is the only way they get off. There is more dialogue than usual because I am trying to work on improving that skill. Enjoy <3

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It’s not that you don’t want to be intimate with Sylus, because you really really do. You just feel too worried to even attempt such a feat due to what it takes to get you off. Your preferred and only way to reach your peak is extremely specific, but nothing else works for you.

You’ve stuck to masturbating this way since you experienced your first orgasm and have had no urge to change.

Until now.

Until him.

Sylus was a breath of fresh air. He was everything you could want in a partner. He was ridiculously tall, gorgeous, witty, protective, and he never misses an opportunity to build up your self-confidence. He was a walking wet dream.

It was painful to avoid his advances because of your insecurity. And lately, the excuses you give to delay the inevitable conversation are starting to make you cringe.

“I’m on my period.” “My stomach hurts.” “I just got a call from work?” “I sense a wanderer nearby!”

Currently, you both were laying on your sides while smooching in Sylus’ massive bed. It was a cozy weekend morning and you two were still in your pajamas. You reluctantly pulled your lips away from his before it could get too heated. Another silly excuse was on the tip of your tongue. But before you could get it out, Sylus interrupted you.

“Kitten…I’ve noticed that you shy away when I attempt to be more intimate with you,” Sylus says slowly.

Sylus is a patient man, but it seems the more time he gave you, the farther you ran from him. He is also an observant man, and he can see and feel how much you enjoy kissing him and having him caress your body. But something is holding you back and he’s going to find out what that is.

Your heart is racing as you sit up, lean against the headboard, and let out a sigh. “Is that so?” you ask as you begin fidgeting with your fingers.

Sylus sits up against the headboard with you and holds one of your hands. “Yes. I would like to know why or if I have done something wrong. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of syntribation?”

Sylus tilts his head to the side as his eyes are trained on your face. “I can’t say that I have. Care to enlighten me?”

You feel your hands get clammy and your face warms. “Well, syntribation describes how I masturbate. It is the only way I can reach orgasm.”

You take in a shaky breath before continuing. “In simpler terms, I usually clench my thighs and other muscles to reach orgasm.”

You begin to speak faster, forcing the words out. “Which makes it hard for me to orgasm during sex. Past partners have given up trying to pleasure me entirely because it is ‘too difficult.’ And in the end, it left me feeling broken.”

“But I don’t want to feel that way with you Sylus. I’ve avoided everything past kissing and fondling because I’m scared.”

The silence in his bedroom is LOUD and you begin to worry that you overshared. Before you can conjure up another excuse to flee you feel Sylus let go of your hand and take a gentle yet firm hold of your chin. His hold directs your eyes back up to his and you see a tender smile on his face and lust darkened eyes.

“Kitten, this is what has been holding you back? You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Not at all,” he says simply. He lets go of your chin now that your eyes are focused on him.

“In fact, I would love a demonstration of this syntribation. I have so much to learn.”

You feel the familiar, fearful heaviness in your stomach at his suggestion. “You don’t need to do that!” you blurt out.

“No kitten, I insist. I already have a few ideas that I want to try with you, but I need to do my research first,” he smirks at you before pulling you onto his lap and your head down for a kiss. Both of his large hands rest on the sides of your face as your lips meet.

You wrap your arms around his lower back and eagerly press your lips against his. A soft moan leaves you as you feel your bottom lip being sucked into Sylus’ mouth. And you feel yourself soften onto his tongue.

Kissing Sylus is always a sensual experience but today feels unique. Like he can’t get enough of you.

As you continue to kiss, you feel his tongue brush against the seam of your lips and you open them for him. His warm tongue caresses yours as he begins to explore your soft mouth.

You melt further into the kiss and curl your tongue around his. Sylus pushes you back slightly so he can trail his hands down your body, to rest on your hips. Your breath hitches when you feel your breast bounce as you’re jerked backwards.

You maintain eye contact with him as you lean in towards him and place your left hand against the headboard. Your right hand slips behind his head so you can thread your fingers through his white, silky hair before firmly pressing your lips back against his.

Sylus uses his hold on your hips to press you down and rock you gently against his hard cock that you can clearly feel through his thin pajama pants. You whimper into his mouth as you pull away, this time for a new reason.

With a mischievous smile on your face you ask, “Are you ready to start researching now?”

[kashedelic]

A HAT OF HEARTH - trafalgar d. law x f!reader

SUMMARY: Sometimes if you look closer (to a certain hat), you’ll find that Law loves in ways you didn’t expect.

NOTES: law x reader, second pov, established relationship, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, some possessiveness if you squint, law being lovey dovey, i just need law fluff tbh.

wc: 900

a/n: this is the first fic im uploading and I can’t say that i’m disappointed. currently working on some more fics and i’m hoping to get those out soon, but I cant exactly say when because i NEED those ones to be a little bit more detailed than a silly little drabble like this. and yes, those include the reqs! anyways, I need a law in my life frl.

Be sure to like, reblog, or even follow! Your support means everything to me and helps more people to find this story! Thank you for reading!

The hat was an emblem that Trafalgar D. Law, the Surgeon of Death, was capable of loving. Sure, the man was never too forward with how he showed love, but who said love had to be overt? Could it not manifest in quieter forms? What was wrong with loving in silence? Was it such a sin to care, to praise, to cherish quietly before daring to be bold? “We’re headed into a colder climate, wear this.” The clipped, brusque command might make anyone else think he was chastising a petulant child or begrudgingly tending to a nuisance. Yet, with the way his eyes flickered over your face for a moment longer than necessary, and the subtle brush of his fingers against the side of your head, the truth was far from that assumption.

Law was a doctor, after all - one fully capable of nursing you back to good health, but just the mere thought of seeing you feverish, voice weak and body frail, made his chest tighten with unease.

Even if your falling ill meant more one-on-one time together, he’d never risk it. He would rather see you well than selfishly enjoy your dependance on him. However, in the scenario that sickness did strike, Law would be readily beside you, caring for you every step of the way.

Law cared.

“Take care of it for me, will ya?” He hastily flopped the hat on your head, slightly askew, its brim tilted awkwardly. Your fingers instinctively reached up to adjust it, bewilderment etched into your features. Law, who rarely ever parted with his signature hat, had entrusted it to you. There was a small pause, a moment of lingerment, before he adjusted his grip on Kikoku and dashed back into the fray.

You watched as the blade caught and reflected light, clashing against a formidable enemy. The hat sat heavy on your head, a reminder of its significance. You didn’t know too much about the hat’s origin, but you know one thing: Law didn’t part with it lightly. 

The thought of joining the battle crossed your mind - you were perfectly capable to - but something about the weight of the hat felt grounding, as though it was urging you to stay. Something in your gut told you that it wasn’t just a token of trust; it was a silent request to hold down the Polar Tang, to handle any threats to the ship. In that moment, you weren’t merely entrusted with just the hat, but you were entrusted with Law’s entire livelihood. That alone made it more symbolic. It was a quiet testament to how Law trusts.

“Need to cover yourself more,” he muttered, tugging the brim down until it shaded your face. It was definitely larger on your head than on his and if his expression hadn’t been so grumpy, you would have joked about his supposedly “mega-sized head.” The hat swallowed you whole, but he would rather it that way. In fact, if it were really up to him, it would come with a veil to shield you from every prying eye. 

Law didn’t care - he wanted to protect. Law often thought the world didn’t deserve you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he deserved you. In his eyes, your smile put the sun to shame, and all your curves and edges made him think that there’s another place that he wants - no, needs - to explore. Though again, he won’t admit that to you and he reluctantly agreed with himself to put those thoughts aside and instead focused on the desire to shield you.

He knew you were pretty, too pretty for his liking - at least when it came to the crooked world around him. The thought of anyone else noticing, of anyone else having thoughts about you, grated on his nerves. He hated the way men stared when you dressed up, hated the way his chest tightened and his breath caught when you twirled in new clothes, showing them off to Bepo. “They've got beady little bird-brain eyes,” he’d grumble under his breath, his hand tightening around Kikoku’s hilt whenever anyone started a second too long. Still, even as he kept his guard up, the hat stayed on your head. A silent declaration, a mark of who you belonged to. 

Law protected.

“Didn’t know I got us a clown on the Tang,” he chuckled, placing the hat on your head once again - this time even more lopsided and deliberately so. He turned away, and leaned his back against the ship’s railing, one leg crossed over the other. Taut muscles flexed as his elbows lazily rested against the bar, his chest tattoos peaking through the wifebeater he donned. Law lets you humor him as he humors you back by sloppily placing the hat on your face. You scowled at his teasing, but Law snickered at your ruffled appearance, finding you endereaning despite the exaggerated frown on your lips. 

Law humored.

The hat rests carefully in your hands, the fluffy material caressed between your digits. You hadn’t meant to look into the hat so much, but now, as he silently slipped the hat onto your lap  before heading off to shower instead of placing it on a shelf like usual, you couldn’t help but reminisce on all the fond memories associated with the hat.

You noted that this hat would not only bring heat to your head, but to your heart too, because Law loved.

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[jwnzlvr]

pretty

kinktober 2024 !! day one : fingering

pairing : park sunghoon x reader

summary : pretty boy fingering you.

wc : 900+

warnings : SMUT (mdni), fingering, teasing, hand kink lowk (highkey), cum eating

notes : first drabble back from the dead !! i hope you guys enjoy this, i really did try my best even with writers block lmao also i love hoon’s fingers they’re so pretty and yummy and MMMM

the cold air of the room made you shiver. you were fully exposed to sunghoon, your legs wide and your panties down. he held a predatory gaze as he looked down at your wet pussy.

“fuck… you need me that bad?” he muttered as he used his index and middle finger to spread your folds. the sight of your hole made him lick his lips. meanwhile, you nodded eagerly at his question.

you couldn’t get the image of his pretty hands out of your head. sunghoon on his own was just so pretty. throughout the whole day, you imagined those hands touching you, fondling you, slowly slipping down your dripping slit to tease you. you’d waited enough.

sunghoon almost grinned at how eager you seemed. his fingers moved up to your clit and tapped it softly. “words. speak up, love.” he instructed with a soft voice. it was smooth like honey, making you leak some more.

“want you so bad, hoonie! i’ve been wanting this all fucking day…” you whined as you looked into his eyes. you felt your need for him increasing by the second. and sunghoon couldn’t be more satisfied with your answer.

his fingers trailed back down to your wet hole, circling it slowly. he spread your slick all over with a toothy grin. his fangs poked out of said grin. he looked so fucking hot. “my pretty girl’s been wanting me all day? poor you, waiting for me for so long…”

he dragged his fingers up and down lazily as he spoke. he took pleasure in seeing your squirming, in hearing your small pleads for him to do something. anything.

“i guess it’d be mean for me to keep you waiting, wouldn’t it?” he asked in general. he didn’t except you to answer him as he moved his two fingers to your hole once again. you were so wet from his earlier ministrations that he slipped in with little resistance.

you let out a small sigh when you felt his fingers fill you up. you looked down at where his fingers disappeared inside of you. the small clench of your pussy around him let sunghoon know how much you loved this.

“you’re so warm, baby… can’t wait to have my dick in you.” he said as he began to slowly drag his fingers in and out of you. along with your small sounds of pleasure, there was a slight squelch. you were absolutely soaking.

his fingers began to speed themselves up after a few seconds. he knew you liked it from the way your sounds became a bit louder and your pussy squeezed him. “you like that?” he asked in a teasing voice. he already knew you did. but he still wanted to embarrass you just a bit.

you nodded once again, small whines being dragged out of you. he smiled and kept his fingers moving. he would occasionally court them just a bit. enough to make you moan but not long enough to make you cum from it.

“hoonie…” you whimper out at his movements. he looked up at you through strands of his inky black hair. he had a proud smile at your current state. your eyes slightly rolling back, your pussy dripping wet, and your small moaning calls of his name.

he didn’t respond to you. his other hand reached up to your neglected clit. with his thumb, he began to rub small circles onto it. the action made you give him a loud whimper. he couldn’t help the small laugh at your reaction.

he didn’t stop his movements. if anything, he only sped up. “too much?” he asked in between his laugh as he watched your eyes roll back completely. he was so mesmerized at how you looked while he fingered you.

you couldn’t even answer his question anymore. the pleasure was too overwhelming. maybe it was the pent up desire you had for him that made you feel like you’d reach your high soon. each movement of his fingers in you or on you made you want to sob.

sunghoon could feel the way your walls began to quiver around his fingers. he knew you so well. he knew you’d cum soon. he didn’t say anything about it, only speeding his movements up a bit more. he was so sure he’d get a hand cramp soon but it was worth it for you. he’d let his hand ache for a while just to see you cum around him.

the increased speed seemed to push you even closer to the edge. it was there, right there. and when he moved his fingers in you to hit another spot in you? it was over.

without any warning, you began to cum around him. a cry of his name your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure. “fuck! so good, so fucking good.” you moaned out as you kept cumming.

sunghoon watched you in awe as you came. the strain in his boxers only increased by watching you cum. he didn’t stop his movements as he fingered you through your orgasm. it wasn’t until you had to push his hands away that he stopped.

sunghoon stepped back from you, slipping his fingers out of you. they were absolutely drenched in your sticky, white cum. he mindlessly put the fingers in his mouth to clean himself off. “you always taste so good…” he whispered around his fingers as he licked himself clean.

you watched in complete arousal as he did that. your eyes began to trail down to his lower part. the boner he was sporting was so obvious and it almost looked painful.

wordlessly, you hopped off of your bed and got on your knees in front of hoon. “thank you, hoon. now… let me return the favor.” you spoke seductively as your warm hands slipped past the waistband of his pants.

he was definitely gonna finger you more often.

➯ kinktober 2024 m.list

[tpwk-formula1]

Kinktober Day 10 - Creampie - CL16

Charles Leclerc X Reader

TW - first-time unprotected sex, creampie, sweet sex, cum eating, pussy eating

WC 900+

Y/N POV

Spending the day with Charles in Monaco is one of my favorite things right now. Thankfully Charles with Charles having a week off from racing we were able to spend the whole day together just enjoying each other's company. Starting a new relationship in the middle of an F1 season can be quite taxing but thankfully Charles and I have found a good system to make sure to prioritize each other when we both have free time.

What started out as an innocent day but by the end of the day it resulted in me on my back with my leg spread wide open for Charles and his ruthless mouth.

"Baby, please I need more," I whine to Charles who is currently face-deep in my soaked pussy.

"We can't Amore, we don't have any more protection," Charles mumbles pulling in face up so we can make eye contact.

"I don't care, please Charlie," I whispers to him nervous to see how he feels about going without any protection for the first time. I can tell it peaks his interest cause his head instantly pops up.

"Baby, we can't. I want to but we can't afford a mini us right now," Charles replies back making me smile softly at him. We had only been together a few months which is why we couldn't "afford" a kid right now and it's also why he had no idea I was on any birth control.

"Amour, I've been on birth control for years," I giggle a little making Charles's ear flash red showing his embarrassment.

"I didn't know," he admits sheepishly making me pull him by the face up to me so I could give him a kiss.

"It wasn't something you had ever mentioned before and I liked having the added protection but right now I need you," I say against his lips while grinding against him to express my desperation.

With both of our full consent, Charles wastes no time crashing his lips back on mine, making me moan at the taste of my essence and his saliva mixing together.

"Fuck," Charles says when he starts gliding the tip of his unprotected cock against my clit for the first time. I instantly start grinding my hip trying to gain more friction.

"So wet for me," Charles mumbles against my lips before playing one final kiss on my lips before slowly starting to slip his thick member into my pussy. The both of us instantly start letting out gasps and whimpers at the new sensations.

"Oh fuck," Charles groans when he bottoms out in me. When I look down I see a slight bulge where Charles is making me realize just how much he was stretching me out.

"It feels so good," I whimpers out when Charles starts thrusting his hips into me. For the first time I was feeling all of Charles sliding into me. The vein that I love running my tongue against when I suck him off is adding a new sensational texture rubbing against my walls.

"I've never realized how soaked you get baby," Charles gasps out being able to feel my all of pussy stretching around his member for the first time.

"Amore, faster," I moan trying to spur his actions on. It works cause I feel Charles's pace starts to pick up making my legs start to shake.

"So good," I gasp out when Charles starts hitting my G-spot at the perfect pace and pressure.

"Fuck," Charles moans. I can tell he is getting closer simply by the way his thrusts are starting to become a little more irregular than previously.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasp wanting to cum with Charles but not knowing how much more I can hold off.

"I'm almost there," Charles grits through clenched teeth bringing his pace up a bit faster.

I can tell Charles is on the edge but I can't hold off any longer, "I'm cumming," I moan just before falling over the edge and cumming all over Charles's cock. The way my pussy was clenching must have sent Charles over the edge can with one final rough thrust he starts spilling cum deep into my pussy filling me up for the first time.

"Fuck," I mewl at the new sensation spreading through out my body.

"Fuck, I was gonna pull out," Charles gasps trying to catch his breath from his intense orgasm.

"I didn't want you to," I giggle a bit pulling Charles down on top of me so we can cuddle. Once we both come down from our highs Charles sits back up and slowly starts pulling his cock out watching his cum start to leak from my tight hole.

"Fuck, I love watching my cum leak out of your pussy," Charles whispers making me blush at his lewd words.

I can feel it leaking from my pussy so I bring my fingers down to my hole collecting some of his cum on my fingers before bringing it to my lips allowing me to taste our cum that's been mixed together.

"Fuck, that was hot," Charles mumbles softly before crawling out of bed to grab a cloth to clean up the rest of our mess that is still leaking from my pussy.

Once we were both cleaned up Charles crawled back into bed pulling me into his chest allowing me to settle in and fall asleep listening to his heart rate.

[rainychaoloveshack]

Suggestive Boom!Sonic one shot cause hes so flirty and so silly? ty!!!

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ .  𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sonic likes relaxing with you. alone.

content (16+). boom!sonic x gn!reader, suggestive!!!, kinda needy sonic, teasing-like relationship, stupid idiot definitely loves flirting with you, bunch of kisses… and licks. 

☂︎ wc. around 900 ☂︎ a/n. i was feelin a bit… devilish this one 😈 (the post write clarity hit hard.) HAHAHA i hope i did your request justice anon! first time writing smth like this… i tried to keep it at least 16+ (as per my comfortability with writing spice), but mightve leaned more into rated M, my fault ^^’

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

“Hey, you know everyone already left, right?” That familiar blue blur the village knows and loves comes through the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning against the sofa as he looks you up and down, obviously skeptical about your continued presence in the hut. “What’cha still doing here? I thought Sticks was really urging you to go.”

You shrug your shoulders, letting a yawn slip out as you wave him off, shutting your eyes as the hammock swings gently at your movement. A nice, sundown nap is in order.

“You didn’t feel like going with them?” You don’t bother opening your eyes, but give him a curt nod as you feel his presence beside you, hearing the tapping of his foot against the hard, wooden floor. “Well, why don’t you just come with me then? I’m about to run a couple laps to and back from the beach.” 

Booooringgg. You click your tongue in disapproval, but open up an eye to peek at him, curious about the fact that he invited you to hang out with him in the first place. Usually he’d just bug Tails about things like that, or challenge Knuckles to a couple rounds of golf. Well, maybe you’re just a last resort, considering the fact that you’re the only one here…

“That doesn’t interest you either, huh?” Sonic tilts his head, his ear twitching at your silent agreement with a nod. Words aren’t even necessary. No point in wasting your breath on them.

He pouts, staring at you silently putting his gloved hands right on his hips, cocking his head to the other side as his foot keeps on tapping on the floor. After a few beats of silence, he nudges you in an annoying manner, causing you to let a small curse slip between your lips as you gaze up at him.

“Alright, scoot over.”

What?

Sonic grins as he shakes the hammock, forcing a yelp through your lungs as he urges you to make way for him, climbing inside the hammock to snuggle against you before you can even utter a refusal. Idiot.

He chuckles, a cheeky, clearly amused grin on his face as he presses his cheek against yours, a soft purr rumbling from within his chest as his playful demeanor falters for a moment, enjoying the warmth emitting from your body. If you weren't so bugged out with him currently, you would’ve teased him for his animalistic behavior, but the thought slipped out of your mind the second it entered once you feel another purr ring from him. Lucky bastard.

You scowl, nudging him away from you. You were having a nice, relaxing time, and then all of a sudden he wants to butt in like this?

“Oh, what?” Sonic grins at you, relishing in your embarrassed expression. “You’re acting like you don’t like it. I know you do.” Your scowl doesn’t falter with his statement. And what brings him to that assumption?

“Cause if you didn’t, you could’ve pushed me outta here already.” Sonic murmurs, that stupid sly grin popping back on his face as he straddles over your figure, before you can utter a protest to his statement, and he leans down to kiss your neck, letting his tongue lap up the spot briefly, before leaning more towards the right to suck gently, nipping at it with his teeth.

Oh. 

You flinch at the wet feeling plastered on your neck, but soon settle down, stifling back a groan as he draws his tongue across your jawline, leaning so close to your face that your lips briefly touch against each other.

“You didn't need to go with the others anyway.” He says, a small growl behind his words. “It’s more fun with me, yeah?” Sonic groans at his own impatience, leaning in as soon as he finishes his sentence, running his tongue against the tip of your fang with a small growl following afterward, pleased at your reaction to his advance once you reach your hand over to hold his, intertwining your fingers with his as he pins it down to the hammock.

Suddenly, Sonic angrily nips at your bottom lip, almost begging for your tongue to make contact with his, and you comply with his begging as he whines softly in the kiss, clearly happy with your decision, though he’ll never say it out loud. His ego’s much too big for something like that, but displaying his affections for you in a hut where anyone from the group could walk in is just fine. Hmm.

The kiss is cut short as Sonic breaks away, panting softly above you and chuckling softly. “Sorry. I dunno what’s up with me today…” Maybe some self-evaluation would do him some good.

… Who’re you kidding? You know you don’t care.

Sonic’s soft breathing mixes with yours, along with his soft kisses against your cheek, shifting slightly on top of you as his leg straddles your body, cuddling and bringing you closer. 

What a loser.

You groan in a fake annoyed tone, muttering curses towards him as he laughs beside you, yet you snuggle closer to his chest and those curses turn into gentle kisses leading up his chest, tugging away his brown bandana with your teeth, and you relish in the sound of Sonic’s laughs cut short, and his breath hitching in his throat, his hand resting itself on your hips before making its way up your own torso, 

Eh. This isn’t so bad. You should stay back and just relax in Sonic’s Hut more often. Alone.

Yeah…

(i was actually gonna post this last night but tumblr was being bad >:[ its alright lol)

[anonity]

heartthrob -- drabble

merry christmas! i thought i had a christmas eve drabble in my drafts but apparently not, so i'll give everyone this instead. i'm still very new to this whole tumblr thing i'm afraid

asks are open for prompts as i ease back into writing!

WC: 506 summary: paige has a newly discovered interest in your heartbeat.

“why’s your heart beating so fast?”

paige’s voice comes out suddenly, laced with amusement. 

for the record, it was her idea: your apartment was a dreadful 10 minute drive away (“so dark,” she had lamented), it was snowy out, and it was much too cold in the living room for you to sleep on the couch. 

all very convenient, you think, now that her arm is draped lazily around your waist. 

of course, that's awfully presumptuous of someone whose heart is racing approximately 900 beats per minute. which has led you to your current predicament. 

“it’s not.”

paige laughs at that, shifting slightly and coincidentally inching into your side. you’re not facing her, but you can hear the smug grin in her voice. 

“well, i can feel it,” she murmurs, “and it definitely is. like you’re nervous?” 

you scoff despite the heat now rising to your cheeks. “about what?” 

paige hums thoughtfully and sits up on her elbow, putting some much needed space between you. you think, for one perfect moment, that she's going to let up. but then her hand is drifting upwards, and you lose track of every single thought you’ve ever had as it settles firmly in the middle of your chest. 

earth's gravitational reliance be damned, you briefly hope that the moon will disappear from the sky and prevent paige from seeing what has to be an evident blush on your face. 

you’re actually so distracted by her hand placement that it entirely slips your mind where your heartbeat is. the thought only re-enters your thoughts when paige's grin widens inexplicably more. 

“i think it just sped up again.”

suddenly gaining your autonomy back, you bark out “paige!” and move to shove her off. 

of course she’s a D1 athlete. of course she hardly budges. 

instead, she drawls out “relaax”. to her credit, she moves her hand back down to your waist, her laughter melting into something softer when she looks back up at you.

you scowl, trying to look anywhere except the paige that truly felt like she was somehow getting closer. 

and she was, you discover, as her next breath comes out warm against your face. you think that you are going to die in this bed. 

“i’m just messing with you," she whispers, inches away from you. her hand moves, again, because of course it does, wrapping loosely around your wrist. “‘this okay?”

you have half the mind to nod, a microscopic movement that’s immediately met by soft lips on yours. its over too quick, paige pulling away and searching your eyes -- the first sign of nervousness she has shown all night.

you don’t let her debate, fingertips brushing her jawline as you pull her in again. it’s gentle, sweet, and so very paige that you shouldn’t be surprised when she pulls away again, a grin plastered on her lips. frustration etches your face as you try to lean into her again, only for her to pull further away. her gaze lands on your wrist under her thumb, pressing insistently into it. your brows furrow in a blissful moment of confusion before it clicks — pulse point. 

“shit is zooming again.”

“paige, i swear!"

[hatsukeii]

hiii mootie congrats on the 900!!!

would love to play the guitar ^^,,, i'm thinking a first aid ear mic and a wound-kiss guitar pic.

A little birdie's told me that Denji's my biggest fan <3 (Don't tell the birdie I'm his biggest fan though bc it's a snitch)

("Did it take u this long to come up with something" Shhh shh shhhh... let's focus on u reaching 900 followers 😋🫶🏽 again CONGRATS !!!! u deserve them all mootie ur writing is so yummy ily and your creations)

oooo sick!! the band you've joined is...

kiss it right! / denji x reader

genre(s): fluff + crack!! reader is nonchalant + tired of his bs, denji not so much (he's so annoying your honour i love him i fear...) injury, kiss it better fic! giggles! blushing! kicking my feet like a teenage girl!!

warning(s): injury so blood and pain ig, heavy on the needles because reader is giving him sutures, also ik denji is a bit of a pussy which is a bit ooc but he's supposed to be super weakened after a fight so it makes a little more sense that he's really sensitive to pain here

wc: ~1.1k

your first gig is in... an ambulance?!

setlist:

🎵 someday, the strokes

🎵 calling after me, wallows

🎵 kiss her you fool, kids that fly

"Quit squirming so much, I'm not done yet!"

Denji hates stitches. You know it by the way he wriggles and tenses up with every contact the needle makes with his skin, and how he just refuses to stay still the second he sees the thread of dread. Frustrated, you smack the front of Denji's knee, a signal for him to stay still, but you hit a nerve and his leg jerks up reflexively instead, his shoe coming dangerously close to your chin. You drop the needle and thread in your hand at his sudden movement, and a groan sounds from your throat.

"Shit. Didn’t mean to do that, sorry Denji."

Denji sulks, bottom lip jutting out in an annoyed pout. Everything rattles and shakes as the ambulance rolls past a speed bump, and he almost wishes he was the one unconscious on the stretch instead of Aki. He watches you yank at the end of a spool of thread, and loop it through the head of a new needle. Your tongue pokes out from your pursed lips, holding the needle impossibly close to your face as your pinched fingers jab and poke at it. Your brows furrow in concentration, leading the thread through and tying it in place. When you reach over to grab another alcohol swab, Denji shrugs inwards again, and you take notice of his shift in posture when you turn back to see his legs crossed.

"Denji..."

"Sorry, you know I hate needles." The sole of his sooty sneaker lies on the bloody gash on his shin, and you wipe a film of sweat off your forehead with the back of your forearm.

"You'll give yourself sepsis like that."

"I dunno what that is." He mumbles, head hanging low to watch blood pool out from the torn flesh of his leg. Sepsis. That sounds bad, but not as bad as watching a needle sink into his skin, and come out on the other side.

"C'mon, you trust me, right? I make it better, every time." Denji knows you're right, so he nods, hugging his legs against his chest instead.

"Put the bad leg back down, and let me fix you up, okay?"

The ambulance makes another jolt when he lowers his leg over the edge of the seat. Cold, stinging cotton wipes at the blood that has dried around the gash, and Denji has to grip the seat until his knuckles go white to stop himself from whining. When he sees the needle reappear in your hands, he keeps reminding himself that this could, very well, all be worth the pain in the end. If he's lucky.

You slather numbing cream on the swollen flesh around his gash, before pulling the thread taut in preparation, and aligning the tip of the needle with the bottom of the wound.

"I'm trying to set a personal record, so stay still."

"What's your current record?"

"Minute and a half." You don't look up from the gash when you respond to him, not even as Denji whistles, impressed. You breathe in, eyes darting to the digital clock on the dashboard of the ambulance, and slide the needle through one side of the gash. Denji's leg tenses in his efforts to stay impossibly still, even as the thread runs back and forth through his skin over, and over, and over again. Your eyes squint, face inching closer to his bare shin as you pull the thread tight, and the split flesh comes together with ease. You look at the digital clock again, fingers twisting and tugging quickly to tie off the suture.

"Close, minute and thirty-three. Maybe next time."

When you chuck the needle out into a medical wastebin and look up, Denji is staring down at you, a grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes as you rip the latex gloves off your clammy hands, sighing out in exasperation. He wiggles his eyebrows, pointing at the stitches on his shin.

"Don't even try."

"But I swear it works!" Denji beams like a puppy seeing its owner for the first time in years. You stand and turn away, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting it fall freely. It covers your red ears, and that's good enough.

"I'm not giving a fresh suture a kiss, Denji."

"You say that every time! I'm sure you've seen worse, right?"

He's right, you have seen worse, but that is the extent of it. Kissing a fresh wound is, quite literally, the textbook definition of immature. And unhygienic. You turn back to look at Denji, who is still pointing at his shin expectantly, and is still pleading with that stupid look on his face. He looks a little too excited for somebody who's just had his leg stitched back together.

"I guess you were good enough today."

Kneeling down again, you meet the sutures on his leg, dried blood gathering around the surface of the thread. You sigh, reaching behind for another alcohol swab, and wipe over the wound once, twice, then a third time. Denji kicks his feet merrily, but stops when his shoe almost hits you in the nose, and you send a piercing glare towards him. Holding his calf with both hands, you bring his shin towards your face, the warm breaths from your nose fanning over his skin.

When you finally, for the first time, press a kiss into Denji's wound, he giggles like a schoolgirl, and you feel a wave of heat rush from your ears to your cheeks.

"If I see you pick the sutures out again like last time, you're never getting another one, you hear me?" You pull the mask that has been sitting on your chin up to your nose, pinching it tight against your nose bridge. The mask conceals half of your face, and Denji sniffs in annoyance when he loses sight of your lips. What neither of you notice is the elastic of the mask pushing your hair behind your ears, and exposing the hot pink tips of them.

"It'll heal twice as quickly now, thanks to that."

"That's not how it works, but sure. Whatever keeps you happy, Denji."

The ambulance comes to a sudden stop, and everything inside jolts forward. You sling Denji's arm around your shoulder, holding him up as he limps off the vehicle and towards the hospital entrance. The wound barely feels like anything. In fact, he could probably walk like normal.

Someday, maybe Denji won't have to ask you to kiss his wounds better. Someday, Denji might even get a kiss without having to get hurt. But for now, Denji thinks that he'll keep pretending that the stitches hurt, so long as it gets you to kiss him.

author's note:

I am acc so ASS at writing full fluff scenarios bc tell me why this was only 1.1k words... I HOPE YOU LIKED IT THO POOKIE!!! i made sure to make denji extra whiny and extra annoying just for u <3 i love him your honour even though he's a little bitch sometimes he's my baby

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @staraxiaa @catsoupki @akaakeis @anqelfries @wishi-selfships @fiannee @bailey-reeds @kuroppiii @wyrcan @hiraethwa @stars-tonight

anyways love u guys bye bye see u soon…

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: gn!reader. yandere all might. stalking. breaking and entering. mild injury to reader. using prompt from here. wc: 900 (this was supposed to be under 500 and got out of hand...i may come back to this...) Yandere Minific Masterlist

You’re so perfect when you sleep.

Still, often near-silent. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re even breathing with how shallow the rise and fall of your chest can be. Toshinori’s own breathing had stopped a few times as he observed you, holding it in while he listened and watched and waited and made sure that you were still with him, still quietly existing in slumber just mere feet away.

He had first seen you at the tea shop you both frequented, your laughter filling his chest with a flutter he hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t long before he became addicted to you, daring to speak to you now and again and compliment your hair or comment on your drink order, anything to bask in the radiant glow of your smile. But it wasn’t enough to see you at the shop, even though he’d memorized your schedule and knew just when he’d find you there with a book in your hand, a straw delicately positioned between your lips.

It took very little effort to find where you lived, even less to enter your apartment—he hadn’t forgotten how to tail someone. And night after night, he fed his obsession and watched you sleep, never daring to show up during daylight hours and simply knock on your door. You probably would have invited him in—that’s just the way you seemed to be, at least the version of you he’d constructed in his head—but it was all too much. The thought of rejection, of disappointment, was far too much to fathom. It was easier this way, existing together unknowingly, until the first light of dawn would creep over the horizon and he would leave just as silently as he came.

Tonight he sits in the small chair at the end of your bed, the joints groaning under his size—even in his current state, long and lean and light, his towering frame threatened to overtake the slim wooden chair that you seemed to use as a coat rack. It’s the first time he’s ever ventured this far into your room, normally choosing to stand in the doorway, able to quickly duck behind the wall when you made your usual trip to the bathroom at three in the morning. He’d stand there, back against the wall, trembling hands pressed against the cool, smooth paint, and wait. First, the toilet flush. Then the sound of shuffling feet. Then linens being rearranged, your sweet little groan as you adjust yourself under the covers, the creak of your metal bedframe as it settles back into place with you. Just a few more moments—one breath, two breaths, three breaths—and it was safe to observe you once more as you slipped right back into easy sleep.

He glances down at his watch, the face barely visible in the slivers of moonlight that peek through your curtains. It’s only two in the morning, still plenty of time left to watch you, plenty of breaths left to listen to and muffled little snores to enjoy and—

You’re awake.

You’re awake and Toshinori doesn’t understand why—it’s not time yet. But here you are, sitting up ramrod straight, your breathing rapid and labored, your eyes wide and barely blinking, gaze fixed on him and him alone. You’re awake and he’s unprepared.

“What—what do you want from me?” you stammer, voice still thick with sleep. Maybe you’ll think this was all a dream, just a bad dream—or a good one if he can just guide you to the right conclusion.

“Nothing! I want nothing! It’s just—” Toshinori pauses for a moment, gathering his racing thoughts, trying to corral them into something that would make sense to you now. He stands and looms over your bed, and you back up against the headboard as far as you possibly can, pulling your knees tightly to your chest while you slowly reach towards your nightstand, fingers blindly groping for your phone.

He quickly realizes what you’re doing and without thinking, lunges forward and grabs your wrist. You yelp—he’s hurt you, oh shit, he’s hurt you, hasn’t he? The noise you made was painful to hear, like getting stabbed in the ribcage. He’s too strong still, even like this, even without his muscled form. He’s too strong and he’s already hurt you and now you’ll hate him, just like he worried, just like he catastrophized over and over in his head.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he quickly blurts, dropping your hand. (Should he tend to you? Should he kiss your wrist where he injured you? It’s all happening too fast.) “It’s just—it’s just been so hard to love you from the shadows.”

You rub your wrist and hold it against your chest. “Love me?”

Is there a hint of softness in your voice? Is it pity? It doesn’t matter—it’s enough .

“Of course.” Toshinori drops to his knees at your bedside, places one large hand on either side of you, trapping you where you sit. You can’t run away, not yet, not now, not when he’s finally being pushed into action. You’re everything he needs and now you’re right here in his grasp. “Please. Just let me show you, and I promise I’ll be everything you could ever need. Just—just don’t reject me. Okay?”

You swallow thickly, nodding. “Okay. Sure. Whatever you want.”

As if you could ever have a choice.

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2.5

summary: you bump into Miles at the bodega. whoops.

wc: 900+

warnings: implied food insecurity, wasted sandwich </3

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…Or so you thought.

Standing right in front of you in the crowded bodega ordering a beef patty was none other than Mr. Morales himself, drowning in a huge black puffer jacket. As soon as he finished, he stood off to the side, eyes glued to the floor and shifting from one foot to the other.

“What you want, miss?” The man at the counter broke you out of your reverie, looking impatient.

“Sorry, just a BLT, please,” you called out over the din of music and loud conversation. The man nodded, yelling out your order to two other men standing over a hot stove beside him. 

You moved to the side, near the snack aisle where Miles was standing. His eyes seemed to remain on the ground, so you sneak glances at the side of his face, starting from his ears. They were pierced, but currently barren. You move up to his cheek, where a stray lash has fallen. The boy's lashes were just long enough to brush it. They fluttered as his pupil darted to the side, and you realized that you were making eye contact.

"Whoah, can I get my face back?"

Miles had caught you just before your eyes could flicker away. He had that same ‘the sky is blue’ look that he gave you on the first day you were seated together. You quickly turned away without a word, opting to examine the snacks lining the rack behind you.

“No ‘hello’?”

You spun around, bag of Takis in-hand.

“What?”

“You just gon’ stare into my skull and not even say ‘hello’?”

You scoffed at the boy’s sudden interest in etiquette.

“Fine, hi.”

One of the cooks called out both of your orders, sliding them across the counter wrapped in aluminum foil as the two of you went up to the front.

“Bye.”

Miles grabbed his food first before weaving through the crowd towards the exit.

That is, until you try to squeeze out of the door before him. Your face plants into the plush material of his jacket before you stumble onto the cracked sidewalk outside, your poor sandwich open on the ground before you could even take a bite.

Groaning, you hear a few ‘Ohhh’s behind you as you squat to pick the two halves up to throw them out. This was supposed to be your dinner.

Miles watches you toss them into a nearby trash can, and makes a decision.

“Yo,” he waved you over. His face looked like it was holding onto a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

“Now is really not the time, Morales.”

“So I guess you not tryna eat, then?”

You paused, and looked at the boy skeptically. He didn’t seem like the type to be above making you eat things off the floor. As if you had communicated with him telepathically, Miles shrugs his shoulders and nods.

“That’s fair,” he says to himself. 

Your eyebrows raise in surprise when he makes long strides over to you instead. He carefully opens up the aluminum to reveal the golden pastry inside, and you watch him carefully split it in half with his fingers before offering the piece. You look up at Miles, then the patty, then back up at Miles. His expression softened into a knowing look.

“I’m not gonna ask for no money back, if that’s what’s on your mind.”

Finally, you take it. It was either this, or Takis and sleep for dinner.

 “Thanks.”

The sky had taken on a deep blue shade, and worry crept onto your features as the street lights began to flicker on.

“I gotta walk home,” you said flatly. “See you tomorrow–”

“By yourself?”

Even as it got dark, you could make out the deep frown on Miles’ face.

“It’s not that far, relax.”

“How far?”

Your tongue pushed against the inside of your cheek before you muttered, “Three blocks…”

Miles stuck his hands in his pockets. “Look, ion like yo’ ass, but I can’t have you walking around here by yourself in the dark. Lemme walk you two blocks,” he put two fingers for emphasis, “at least.”

You tilted your head at him, but agreed. 

“Slow down,” you complained as you struggled to keep up with the long-legged boy. The both of you had been walking for barely twenty minutes, but your feet were already starting to hurt from having to jog up to him.

“Walk faster,” Miles laughed. 

Silence settled in between you as the streets got quieter, save for the bustling of traffic in the distance.

“Is it true what people say about you?” you ask, suddenly breaking it.

“Be more specific.”

“Like, are you in a gang? You don’t gotta tell me which. And how the hell you flunk outta school on purpose? Do you really do graffiti-”

“First of all, I’m not in no fuckin’ gang,” Miles had stopped walking abruptly. “You see any tats on me?”

“You’re wearing a coat.”

You hear Miles suck his teeth, and snicker.

“Well, I don’t have one. My momma would put me in the dirt if I did,”

He resumed his speed-walking, and you break into another light jog to stay next to him. “The other two are true, though.”

“Why?” you ask, a little out of breath.

“Do you know how to use complete sentences?”

“Why’d you flunk on purpose? Graffiti, I can understand. That, I can't.”

Miles was silent for a few moments, and you considered retracting the question before he finally replied.

“Visions…wasn’t really for me.”

You want to press further, piece together how a kid with a strict mother and a knack for advanced calculus could just…decide that school ‘wasn’t for him’. But the way he mumbled his answer told you he wouldn’t divulge any more, and your house was just up ahead. You’d walked all three blocks.

“This is me,” you say as you slow your pace. “Thanks again.”

“Yup, g’night,” Miles calls behind him, already strolling in the opposite direction.

-

Whew, okay! I hope y’all enjoy this one even though it’s technically not a full chapter. Now I’ll ACTUALLY give myself a week to work on the next one lmao. As always, feel free to leave any reactions, questions, or comments in replies/tags/my asks! thx for reading <3

[slytherinshua]

HOLD YOU FOREVER

genre. fluff. dad jihoon. warnings. reader and jihoon are married. newborn baby. no birth descriptions, but there is an epidural mentioned once. it's mostly just baby fluff. pairing. husband!jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 900. a/n. @evalevaeva the delusions are here i hope u get diabetes 🧍‍♀️

“You can’t hold her forever, baby.” 

Jihoon responded with a mere pout and a shake of his head as he continued to refuse to let go of his newborn daughter. You had pretty much passed out after the birth and caught up on some much needed sleep, leaving Jihoon to hold the new baby for as long as he pleased. The only problem was, once you had woken back up, he didn’t want to let go of her.

He was currently sitting on the hospital bed right next to you, his shirt off so he could go skin-to-skin with the baby. She was sleeping peacefully on his chest, and you couldn’t lie, it was the most precious sight the world had to offer. 

You would stay in this moment forever if you could, content to just watch your husband’s eyes hold the most amount of love possible for his new daughter. His fingers slid carefully up and down her back, holding her with only the most gentle touches as if his whole hand would be too much.

“She’s gonna have to eat eventually.” You reminded him, brushing some hair away from his forehead. You even noticed some tears forming in his waterline. He had already cried 2 times today, to which you had laughed at. Seeing him being emotional over the start of his new family had you melting.

“She can eat when she wakes up.” Jihoon shushed you, too busy admiring his daughter to even look at you. You giggled and shifted on the bed so your head lay on his shoulder. The new position allowed you to see your daughter’s sleeping face better and your heart instantly softened seeing her tiny face.

“Y/n.” Your husband said softly. You hummed and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. “I love her so much. She’s so perfect.” 

“I know.” You smiled. The oxytocin that came with welcoming a whole new life into the world was almost overwhelming. It was by far the best moment of your life. 

Ever since you had met Jihoon, your life had achieved many highs where you could easily say you were the happiest you had ever been. Your days spent crushing on him, when he asked you out, the first time he said he loved you, your proposal, your wedding, your first wedding anniversary, and so on. 

But nothing topped this. This was something far more precious and dear to you than anything else. The warm fuzzy feeling seemed to float around in the air as you stayed cuddled close to Jihoon and your daughter, taking it all in. She was so small lying on his chest, almost devastatingly so. So small and so sweet— just looking at her could make anyone want to cry. 

You noticed how soft Jihoon had become the moment she was placed in his arms. Even his breathing had become softer just in case the rise and fall of his chest was uncomfortable for her. The little things he did in the moment already showed you how much he loved his child. He would go to the ends of the earth for her without hesitation. She was the most precious gift that Jihoon had ever received. 

“Are you doing okay? Did the epidural wear off or are you still feeling numb?” He asked, finally finding it in him to take his eyes off the baby to look at you instead.

“I’m fine,” You assured him, “Just want to stay like this for a little longer.” You squished your cheek into his shoulder a bit more, finding a comfortable position as close to him as possible. In this position, you could strongly smell his woody cologne as well as the clean scent of soap from his bare skin. If it weren’t for these comforting smells, you were sure the birth wouldn’t have gone as smoothly. They always helped you relax and feel safe. And even now, you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Both Jihoon and your eyes were glued to your baby and simultaneous gasps escaped your mouths as she slowly woke up, opening her eyes wide. She seemed to focus on you, though with a newborn’s eyesight, you were sure you were blurry to her still.

“Hi.” You whispered, your lips up-turning into a wide smile. “You woke up. Was sleeping on your daddy comfortable? I’m a little jealous of you, I don’t think he’ll want to cuddle with me anymore when he could cuddle with you.” Your bottom lip jutted out as you talked in a soft voice to her. She just blinked slowly at you.

“She has pretty eyes.” Jihoon said suddenly, studying her big eyes that perfectly resembled his own. 

“She has your eyes.” You corrected, the comment making Jihoon smile. “She looks more like you than me, I think you won.” You said in fake sadness. 

“I love her.” He said again. You had a feeling that you would be hearing him say that a lot over the next few weeks.

“I know, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and let a comfortable silence envelop the room again. It was peaceful. Just you, Jihoon, and your baby all curled up together on the hospital bed, enjoying the first few hours of her life.

After a while, you spoke up again, “You really can’t hold her forever, though.”

↳ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[k-aemi]

hii omg i luv ur writing so much!! ur scaramouche fic is sooo good (as well as ur kazuha one!) but may i request a dom!reader x streamer!xiao ? like xiao is streaming and reader gets needy and ends up getting under his desk and sucking him/teasing him every couple of minutes and then you can take it from there bkdjdjdk

anon omgg loving this idea , I love the idea of sucking him off while he's busy, mic on and stuff, but I would imagine he always have a poker face on while you try to tease him and you keep trying but it never works so he punishes you!

you thought?┊xiao

PAIRING ┊ streamer!xiao x f!reader GENRE ┊ smut. WC ┊ 900+ WARNINGS ┊ degradation , fuck facing , overstimulation , lowercase intended!!! SYNOPSIS ┊ streamer!xiao always gotta get his game on and stream for his fans, he was most popular for his looks, but also because of his skills too. always getting most kills in the lobby and always winning each round, which made other plays cuss him out. but he streams and games almost everyday! you sometimes have needs too..but he never gives it! always a simple "wait till im done." but he takes hours...so you just take it into your own hands. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! also a little drabble since im at a friends house rn!

streamer!xiao who was always playing games and streaming, never giving attention to you. like why? that was so not fair! youre his girlfriend...at least spend some time with you...maybe...just maybe that would work...?

streamer!xiao who was currently streaming valorant, not acknowledging your presence inside the room as he was focused on the monitor.

streamer!xiao who always got donos from his fans, most were girls since they would fawn over his looks. they werent wrong though, he had such a pretty face with pretty features.

streamer!xiao would notice and raise an eyebrow when he felt you go under his desk, wondering if this was your way of trying to annoy him. not until he felt a hand at the rims of his sweatpants, pulling it down a long with his boxers to reveal his long cock.

xiao would eye down at you before looking back at the monitor, he looks unbothered! then you start off with slow strokes, trying to get maybe just a groan at least? but no! hes so quiet and kept his composure, so of course you had to try something.

you would then kitten lick his tip, sure that made his body shudder for a moment, but he would just go back to that calm state of his. darn. thats when your mouth enters his cock, only sucking half the base due to his long length.

sucking him off as you caressed his balls, trying to get a single noise from him, but nothing even came out, you were so determined to just embarrassed him on stream since he never wants to give you attention!

xiao would finish his round and then took a break to chat with his watchers! as soon as he took his hands off the keyboard and mouse, one hand gripped a handful of your hair, pulling you all the way down till your nose hit his pelvis, which made you automatically gag.

but he was still acting as if nothing was happening! chatting and thanking with his watchers, responding to questions and to donos. there, he would say his goodbyes and end his stream for the day.

xiao would then look down at you before thrusting his hips upwards. now fuck facing you. gags and chokes can be heard as he started with a harsh pace.

"cant even fucking wait till im done slut? then youll get what you fucking want." he said before continuing his harsh pace, while bopping your head up and down. drooling can be seen dripping from your mouth, onto his pants.

muffled moans heard from you, trying to beg him to slow down as your mouth became sore. "you really thought you could try and humiliate me in front of my fans?" teasingly saying as he kept going, till he felt a knot in his stomach, releasing his cum into the deep parts of your throat. forcing you to swallow it all.

before you even knew it, both of you guys were bare, as he fucked you from behind. ass up, face down. his chest against your back just so he can whisper dirty things to your ear.

"gonna take it all like the whore you are huh? cant even fucking wait for a couple minutes? need my cock that bad then ill give it to ya."

pounding into you with inhuman strength at this point, it had you in a bliss, biting onto the pillow, drooling spilling from your mouth, creating wet patches on the fluff.

"mnggh-mmghhnn-!" you would muffle out, the pace he had set on had you rolling your eyes at the back of your head, you could see your brain even if you wanted to.

thrusting his hips into you, loving the way he could see his dick disappear into you and the way your ass jiggled when he made touch with your skin.

yelping out in pleasure when his hand made contact with your ass, making an hand print mark. "moaning like a bitch in heat when i smack your ass? you like that? yeah?" he would tease you before giving more harsh slaps, which resulted in you moaning out in both pleasure and pain.

the bed frame in motion with his thrusts, hitting the wall back and forth with loud thuds that were sure to get noise complants. but you didnt care, you were getting fucked, that's all that mattered.

xiaos thrusts getting sloppier, adjusting his angle, he would hit that one spongy spot that had you in a trance, arching your back and curling your toes, he would notice, continuing to hit that one spot. and it had you feeling a wonder of pleasure.

xiao would speed up his pace trying to reach his high, but before he could even finish you reached your climax. squirting on his cock, the bedsheets, and the lower parts of his body.

continuing his thrusts to ride out your high, he came in after, cum spilling into your cunt with a groan coming out from his mouth. both of the individuals panting and gasping for air. beads of sweat rolling down his and your forehead.

he would keep his cock still in your pussy, feeling a bit overstimulated from the way it pulsated around him. a sigh comes from your mouth, but the sudden slap on your ass made you wince. turning your head around to faced the teal haired man.

"since you want my cock so bad youll take it slut." and there he would pick up the pace of his harsh pounding again and it had you whining, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm.

requests open!

[skzdust]

✧✩✮ Skzdust's Stray Kids Masterlist ✮✩✧

Snapshots: "Can I kiss you?"

CONTAINS SMUT--MINORS DNI wc 800

Snapshots: "Oh, do not fucking do that." x Enemies to Lovers

Fluff and suggestive wip :,) Chan and Lee Know wc 600 Changbin and Hyunjin wc 600

Snapshots: Drunk Reader Confessions

Fluff and suggestive wc 1.6k

Snapshots: Happy Father's Day, or 7 times Bang Chan took care of SKZ and 1 time they took care of him

Pure fluff wc 900

Air Travel Headcanons

Pure fluff wc 900

Garlic Pasta (As a Form of Love)

Pure fluff You and your boyfriend Chan are cooking together, and Chan never adds enough garlic for your taste. wc 600

So Perfect

SMUT--MINORS DNI Mirror sex with Chan, that's it wc 1k

Attention (Kinktober 2024)

SMUT--MINORS DNI Fairy!reader, You're bothering Chan while he's working and he's all too happy to put you in your place. wc 1.5k

Chan's Throne (Kinktober 2024)

SMUT--MINORS DNI King Chan fucks you on his throne. wc 800

Hotel Showers (500 Followers Celebration)

SMUT--MINORS DNI Y/n and Chan get stuck in a very cold hotel room together... and there's only one bed. wc 1.9k

Contingency

CONTAINS SMUT--MINORS DNI 3 parts, currently on hiatus You accept a job from your best friend Seonghwa getting information on Ateez's rival group, SKZ. You decide to get to the organization through one of their members: Lee Minho. You find yourself falling for him, and things get even more complicated when SKZ's resident hacker seems to have his sights set on you as well. wc 5.8k total

You Can Take It (Kinktober 2024)

SMUT--MINORS DNI You and Minho fuck. You're on a leash. That's it. wc 600

Can I Touch? (500 Followers Celebration)

SMUT--MINORS DNI Minho is horny at a party, and now it's your problem... and, when you sneak into Hyunjin's room, it becomes his problem, too. wc 1.3k

I Want You To Want For Me

SMUT--MINORS DNI You and Minho have been waiting for a day you can be his all day, and it's finally here. wc 1.7k

You Love It When I'm Bringing You Hell

SMUT--MINORS DNI You and Minho have another day where you're entirely his. wc 1.5k

Bloody First Kisses

SMUT--MINORS DNI Vampire!Changbin knows he can come to you when he goes into heat every month, and both of you are staring to catch feelings. wc 1.8k

Cinderella AU coming... at some point!!

Can I Touch? (500 Followers Celebration)

SMUT--MINORS DNI Minho is horny at a party, and now it's your problem... and, when you sneak into Hyunjin's room, it becomes his problem, too. wc 1.3k

Room 514

Fluff 5 parts, currently on hiatus You’re moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with Jisung… wc 8.2k total

Intimate

Fluff You went to your brother Chan's place crying, but you found his roommate Han Jisung instead. wc 1k

You're Better

SMUT--MINORS DNI 3 parts, last part coming at some point You and Felix are rivals, but you've been placed on a project together. Felix proposes a challenge to see which of you gets to lead the project. wc 4.2k total

This Damn Rain

SMUT--MINORS DNI You and Felix are in bed on a rainy night and neither of you can manage to get to sleep... Felix has an idea how you can stay occupied. wc 1.1k

Talking Back

SMUT--MINORS DNI Seungmin's pet learns a lesson. Or, more accurately, is taught a lesson. wc 1.2k

Going Dumb

SMUT--MINORS DNI You've been hooking up with vampire Seungmin for far too long... but you always keep coming back. wc 1.2k

A Lesson in Patience

SMUT--MINORS DNI Your boyfriend Jeongin likes to keep tabs on your apartment with security cameras when he's out, and one evening you're touching yourself when he's told you not to. wc 2.3k

Contingency

CONTAINS SMUT--MINORS DNI 3 parts, currently on hiatus You accept a job from your best friend Seonghwa getting information on Ateez's rival group, SKZ. You decide to get to the organization through one of their members: Lee Minho. You find yourself falling for him, and things get even more complicated when SKZ's resident hacker seems to have his sights set on you as well. wc 5.8k total

[jwnzlvr]

mommy…

pairing : sub!kamo choso x dom!fem reader

summary : both choso and you (accidentally?) experiment with a new kink

wc : 900

warnings : SMUT (mdni), handjobs, slight pet play (mostly using the nickname pup/puppy), mommy kink, nipple play yummy, vague aftercare, fluff if u squint, not proofread !!

notes : sorry yall my clit wrote this but pls enjoy ! i promise next choso fic is dom choso bc dom choso is REAL!!!

“you’re such a good pup for me…” you whispered into your whimpering boyfriend’s ear. your teeth grazed against his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. choso felt like he was going insane. you were relentless tonight.

he lost count of how many times he’d came already. with every stroke of your cum soiled hand, he didn’t know if he was closer to cumming or sobbing in pain. it hurt but he’d power through for you. he knew if he was good that you’d give him a reward.

choso was sat between your legs with his back against your chest and your right hand wrapped around his cock. your left hand made its way across his torso, from his abs to his chest. you knew he loved when you touched him all over. his loud whimpers and whines filled your shared bedroom and the sound of you stroking his cock was absolutely filthy.

a yelp slipped out of him at the feeling of you pinching one of his nipples. you only grinned at his sounds. “you’re so sensitive here, baby. it’s so cute.” your fingers slowly toyed with his nipple, twisting it and giving it small pinches ever so often.

choso couldn’t help the way his jaw opened at the pleasure you gave him. it felt like he was in heaven now. he was past the pain of being overstimulated. now he was at the part where he could cum at any moment from how good he felt.

his dick twitched in your hand, making you smirk and speed up your strokes. they became firmer. you were set on making him cum one more time. he gave a high pitched moan at your actions. “what is it, pup? are you feeling good?” you asked in a sickly sweet tone. he couldn’t even form a verbal response. he rapidly nodded, trying to stop his hips from thrusting into your fist. he knew you wouldn’t like that.

you giggled at his current state. “gonna cum again soon… you’ve been such a good boy for me. you can give me one more?” choso was about to actually formulate a response before a firm squeeze of his dick made him almost sob. it felt good, too good. but he was still going to give you an answer, no matter what you did.

“mhm, one more. gonna cum for mommy…” he moaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. you felt shivers run down your spine at his name for you. mommy? it seems choso realized what he said too, immediately looking at you with his cheeks ever so red. your hand slowed down a bit, still stroking him but you were mostly focusing on what he would say now.

he couldn’t even look you in the eyes. he was too embarrassed. “um. i’m sorry. i didn’t think…” his voice got quieter as he spoke. you didn’t have any words. you just hoped your actions would speak for you. your hand suddenly started stroking him even faster than before, dragging a loud whimper out of choso.

“call me that again.” your voice was firm. he felt like he was gonna die at how sexy your voice sounded. “mommy…” he whined as he felt himself approaching his high. you grinned at the name. “that’s right, good puppy. such a good boy for mommy. you’ve just been waiting to call me that, haven’t you?”

he didn’t have a response for you anymore, his orgasm was so close to him. he could feel the white pleasure coursing through his veins. his voice was almost strangled now, he felt so weak. “gonna cum for you, mommy…” he breathed out. almost immediately, white shot out of his cock and straight onto his lap and your hand.

“good boy… such a good boy.” you praised him through his orgasm while giving him slow strokes. “came so many times already yet you still came so much right now.” you whispered before pressing soft kisses against his neck. he felt his body shake at the orgasm you pulled out of him. it was definitely the strongest one that night.

he finally finished coming down from his high and slouched into you. you turned his head to look at you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “did so good, cho. i’m proud of you.” you mumbled against his lips. choso felt warm inside at the praise.

you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder. your hand reached over for the towel you’d left on the bedside table beforehand. you knew choso hated when you left the room after you two were done doing anything remotely sexual. you cleaned him as you peppered kisses all over his shoulders.

after you were done with him, you got out from behind him and went to his side, finally having you both lay down. you kept him in your arms, his arms enveloping you too. your chests were breathing against the other. it was quiet. a bit too quiet, if you said so yourself.

“i didn’t know you had a mommy kink…” you started, a sly smile making its way to your face. choso turned red and rolled his eyes at your comment. “fuck off, it was in the moment. it’s not happening again.”

you both knew damn well it would happen again. and you were excited for it.

(pls send requests and asks!! i wanna hear y’all’s thoughts <3)