#enjoying it above all bc it makes them feel more at ease

[elgaravel]

okay jasper brainrot again

[togament]

i am RATTLING the bars of my enclosure thinking about togame im so insane about him its not even funny hebrgkdlcjfslfj

i love his nose shape bc its not one i see very often on characters but like i KNOW he puts it to good use while ur riding on his face I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES 😩😩🥵🥵🥵😩😩😩😩😩🥵

STAAAAWP. bc that’s the exact reason why i fell for him holy shit (and the exact same dirty thought SHDJNDDNDN) how are you literally meeee? i legit paused the episode he first showed up at and ran to his wiki. i have a thing for guys with pretty, beautiful, gorgeous noses ok (and the fact that i could kinda rub up against them when i—)

"when togame’s nose fucking distracts you (same) when you’re out in public. you’re needy and he’s more than willing to provide."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : TOGAME’S NOSE OH MY FUCKING GOOOOODDDDDuh, togame palming himself while he eats, swearing, fem!reader, squirting, SLURPING, togame’s a GIVER, oral (female receiving) ((good for you)), sliiiight breath control play if you hold a little magnifying glass to it, togame straight up jorking "it", and by "it", haha, well. lets just say his peanits, togame.

staring up at your boyfriend, you can’t help but admire his features. how soft his gaze always is, how he pouts slightly every time he’s deep in thought, how he hides his dimples when he laughs but they still show even at the slightest smile.

but what really gets you, what really grinds your gears, is his nose.

“let me sit on your face.”

“hm?”

“…Let. Me. sitonyourface.”

“eaaaasy, baby. what’s got you worked up all of a sudden?” he purrs.

———-

NSFW under the snippy snip. MDNI. nobody below 18 pls mua mua mua.

you’re hovering your sopping wet cunt over your lover’s face now, his hot breath kissing the insides of your thighs with both of his hands cupping your ass, giving them little squeezes to ease your descent. looking down at him, his lustful gaze never leaves your form. Watching you slowly lower yourself onto his face, he blows upwards and onto your glistening folds. you clench over nothing and he lets out a hum.

“lookin’ so pretty fer me, bunny,” he coos, not even trying to mask the absolute desperation in his voice. “all wet just from my voice alone. missed me that bad?” you nod, lowering further, further. his nose brushes against your clit and you gasp. he’s fully aware that you love his nose, how you focus on riding his face only to bump your clit onto it. gets you every single time.

the grip he has on your ass eases up as you fully seat yourself on his face, your cunt directly on his tongue. you let out a soft mewl as you feel his thumb raise the hood of your clit, exposing the more sensitive bud underneath. it’s absolutely engorged and fat now.

he’s torn between savoring the taste of you and just fucking you senselessly. he missed you as much as you missed him, after all.

that could wait, he realizes.

he’s enjoying the view above him.

his rough thumb flicks at your clit while you continue seesawing on his tongue, unbidden curses and moans escape your kiss reddened lips. you swear you could feel his tongue moving, tensing it and laying it flat for you to ride on. but then you move higher, higher.

rubbing your sensitive nub against his tall nose. his thumb holds the hood of your clit back as you help yourself to the pleasure, expertly riding his face like you often do when he gets you alone. if he could, he’d stay like this forever. eating you out, having you cum on his tongue over and over again.

you’re riding faster now, practically humping his face with your fingers tangled in his curly, jet black hair. god. he can’t take it.

he starts palming himself underneath you while you ride his face into oblivion, getting off on the fact you’re getting off on his face. plus the added restriction on his breathing is making him feel dizzy but in the best way possible.

moaning underneath you, it sends vibrations up your core. you let out a salacious moan and that further eggs him on. with one hand, he pulls his gray sweatpants down to finally pump at his cock, moaning louder into your cunt. god. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever be without dying.

your grip on his hair tightens before your breath hitches, growing more and more staggered with every moment that passes. you look down again and you meet his eyes. like he's silently telling you to cum. throwing your head back, you continue riding, and riding, and riding....

just cum.

and you do. fuck, you do. squirting down his lips, the liquid dribbles down his neck and into his hair. but god. he's holding onto your hip hard with one hand when he follows you, cumming just after you did, groaning into your pussy. you whimper, relaxing your muscles that have been taut the entire time you were chasing that high. meeting your boyfriend's eyes once more, he fucking winks at you before he maneuvers you, pinning you underneath him on the couch. he pulls you in for a much deserved cuddle, massaging your shoulders while he coos at you. "was it my nose again?" "...yes."

a/n: ehehehehe togame and his fucking nose, brother. i'm so so SO happy to know we got togame nose fuckers around too. i see you.

a/n 2: togame knows you’ve got a thing for his nose btw :)!!!!! he’s a sweet boyfriend BUT!!!!! he can be a little shit if he wants to be. uses that shit to his advantage.

[brickmvster]

please don't go (i'll eat you whole) | Leon Kennedy x Reader

synopsis: You make love to Leon before he leaves you.

word count: 1,906

warnings/tags: leon kennedy x fem reader, established relationship, smut with feelings, angst, pre-spain or just pre-mission in general, some light fluff if you squint kinda (i'm sorry), p in v sex/penetrative sex, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note: i'm gonna be honest. i am a little nervous. more so than usual bc this is my first time writing for leon! i love him so much, he's definitely one of my comfort characters, and i wanted to write something angsty but also kinda bittersweet like this for a loooong time and i finally got around to it. i really hope you guys enjoy, comments are always appreciated <3 this has been proofread more than once, but just in case, any and all mistakes are mine! also, just fyi, i wrote this with re4r leon in mind, but you can imagine whichever leon floats your boat if you really want to lol.

p.s. it's not written in here but pls pee after sex 😭

minors do not interact, please and thank you!

You clung to him for dear life; as if he was going to disappear in front of your very eyes.

You were above him, peering down into his deep eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in pleasure and his lips, which were currently rosy and swollen after the frequent kisses you had given them, were ever so slightly parted as soft groans emerged from his throat. His large hands never stayed still for longer than a minute – he gripped your waist before sliding them down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh before moving them up toward your breasts, squeezing gently, before bringing them back to your waist, where he helped with guiding your languid movements. You moved your hips like an expert, riding him as if you’d never have the chance to again.

With the rain pattering against the window and a sliver of moonlight filtering through the room, it was almost like a scene from an erotic novel. The room carried the scent of sweat and sex and was filled with the noises that spilled from your lips non-stop. You didn’t even know how much time had passed – but you knew it was late. You knew Leon had to be up in the morning. But you wanted to prolong this moment with him for as long as possible. Leon wanted to as well, as every time he got you close to your peak, he slowed down, dragging out your orgasm in a way that was almost painful, but you enjoyed every second of it.

You were growing tired, your legs beginning to shake as your rhythm became a bit off-kilter.

“Leon…” You moaned, his name coming out so softly it almost wasn’t audible. But Leon, ever so attentive, heard you loud and clear, and he knew what you were trying to tell him.

He flipped you over with ease, while he was still inside of you, spreading your legs further apart and starting up a steady pace. All you could do was grip the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he drilled into that spot that made you see stars. He wasn’t aggressive or rough, but his thrusts were certainly hard-hitting and relentless, and you knew you only had a few minutes.

At some point, you closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your impending orgasm, feeling as if you were in a complete haze – but Leon’s voice pierced through your foggy mind.

“Please look at me.” He said, his low voice sounding a bit strained and even a little desperate; who were you to deny him of what he wanted?

It took a momentous amount of effort, but eventually you were able to open your eyes and keep them open, looking up at him. Leon lowered himself a little, allowing you to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. The slightly different position made his thrusts feel even deeper, and you cried out into his neck, your fingers going into his shaggy blonde hair.

“Keep looking at me. Please.” He said softly, and so you did, maintaining eye contact with him the best you could as he continued to piston his hips into you. Suddenly, Leon was becoming blurry; you could feel the wetness on your face as tears began to fall. Leon often made you cry during sex – he was a fucking god in bed after all and usually made you feel so good that he’d leave you sobbing from the intense pleasure after multiple orgasms. And while that was definitely the reason you were crying now, you also knew that there was an underlying reason for your tears. Leon knew the other reason, too.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked you sweetly, still keeping up his quick pace. All you could do was nod fervently, digging your nails into his back. He always loved when you did that.

“Yeah? My sweetheart is gonna cum for me?” He urged, and the pet name that rolled off of his tongue only made matters worse.

“Fuck, Leon–please, give it to me.” You said, your voice trembling. You felt all of the telltale signs. There was a tight coil forming in your lower stomach, ready to pop like a balloon. Leon could sense this, could hear it in your voice and could feel it in the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock. He raised himself just a bit, lowering his hand down between your legs, using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motions while he continued thrusting.

Leon’s name emerged from your throat so loudly that you even drowned out the rain. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch, your climax hitting you in waves. You felt like you were in heaven, the tears falling even more freely from your eyes now. Leon just ogled at you like you were a work of art. In his mind, you were.

He was also close, and mere seconds after your orgasm his own came crashing down on him too. With a few more sloppy thrusts he found himself stilling inside of you, his release filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so full of him was one that you would never grow tired of.

Eventually, you came down from your peak, your limbs feeling like heavyweights. All you could do was lay there and cry some more, letting every single emotion overtake you completely, your sobs shaking your entire body. Leon was comforting you in an instant, pulling out gently and lying next to you, allowing you to bury your head into his chest. The two of you laid like that for several minutes, with Leon cradling your head and rubbing your back.

You did calm down after some time passed, and that’s when Leon tried to get up, but you clung to him again.

“Please don’t go.” You said, your voice small and hoarse. “Don’t go, Leon, please.”

“I just wanna clean you up, okay?” Leon replied, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You didn’t even care that his cum was leaking out of you and making your thighs a mess – you just wanted him to stay by your side. But you knew he was just trying to take care of you, so you reluctantly released him.

Leon kissed your cheek before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. While you waited for him, you tried to keep your eyes open. You didn’t want to sleep, because falling asleep meant that morning would come quicker, and truthfully you didn’t want the morning to come at all. You knew it would be coming no matter what, though – but goddamn it, you tried to prolong it the best you could, even when your eyelids were growing heavier by the second.

Leon came back, now clothed in his boxers (that you didn’t even notice he had thrown back on), a small washcloth in hand, and a glass of water that he set on the bedside table. He pushed your legs apart yet again and wiped you clean, touching you so gently as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. It only made your heart grow fonder. You were going to miss these moments of tenderness.

He made you sit up, just enough so you could drink the water that he had prepared for you. You took a small sip, to which Leon encouraged you to “drink a bit more, sweetheart,” so you did, and when he was pleased, the glass returned to its spot on the bedside table, and shortly after he was crawling underneath the comforter with you.

The warmth of the comforter and Leon’s body next to yours made it even more difficult for you to stay awake. Leon saw you struggling, catching the way you would doze off and then immediately wake yourself back up.

“Please, rest.” He muttered into your hair. You hugged him tighter.

“Do you have to go?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Was all Leon could say in response.

You felt a lonely tear roll down your cheek yet again. But you were far too exhausted to cry some more. Instead, you sat up, looking at Leon intently. He returned your direct eye contact, sitting up himself to lean against the headboard and match your height.

“Promise me,” You started, holding out your hand. Without hesitation, Leon held it, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“Promise me you’ll come back home.” You asked him, like you always did before he left for a mission. Every single time, he would give you the same answer.

“I promise.” He replied firmly. You knew deep down that asking Leon to make promises like this was unrealistic. He never fully understood what he was getting himself into until he arrived at the mission location – and you knew that despite his skills as a trained government agent, accidents always happened, and there was no way to know when things would go awry when he’s out in the middle of nowhere. But hearing him utter those two words before he left eased your worries just enough.

Trusting Leon was always easy.

“I love you.” You said softly, fitting back into Leon’s side perfectly, like you belonged there.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Leon replied, before tilting your chin up with two gentle fingers and kissing you with a fiery passion. You two lazily kissed each other until sleep started pulling you into its dark embrace. You didn’t fight it this time, resting your head on Leon’s chest and drifting away to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

The next morning, the two of you shared one last breakfast. You mostly sat in comfortable silence. You asked a couple questions about the mission, but didn’t get straight answers – it was confidential. You knew that already but always liked to ask questions anyway.

Right as Leon was about to walk out of your door, you stopped him. You took a few moments just to stare at him – he was as handsome as the day you fell in love with him.

You brushed some hair out of his face, kissing him slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours for these last few minutes. When you pulled away, you were sporting a warm smile, feeling your eyes sting as tears threatened to spill. You kept them at bay.

“Don’t you dare–” You paused, your trembling lips making it difficult to speak. When you collected yourself, breathing in and out, you continued.

“Don’t you dare ruin this jacket. I love it on you.” You said, referring to the brown leather jacket that Leon had bought himself recently and was currently wearing. He had a tendency to ruin clothing items on his missions, and you hoped this one would survive.

Leon chuckled. The sound immediately filled you with warmth. You were going to miss that sound; God knows how long you’d have to go without hearing it everyday.

“Copy that.” Leon replied, a laugh bubbling out of your throat.

You shared one more embrace. The final hug was one the both of had trouble ending. But it had to come to an end eventually.

And then, Leon was gone. All that was left was a memory.

[urwonnly]

— ꩜ ENHYPEN BF HCS !

# maknae line ver.

# genre : fluff

# format : bulletpoint

# warnings : none :3

# note: idk how i feel abt these... i hope yall like them LOL wanted to get these done so i could start working on smth else (hehehe >:p) anyways pls leave feedback if u enjoyed!! xo, ki

# disclaimer(s): these r my opinions, they are not meant to be an accurate portrayal of any of them. this is me being delusional lmao

# tags : @hoonigiris @kimsohn.... once again, i lover u guys <3

⟢ SUNOO

he is your number one confidant; so genuinely supportive and is always there for you

he is So Shy at first, you will have to be patient with him because doing anything slightly romantic will make him blush and cringe into himself 

loves to be spoiled/doted on LOL…. its the key to his heart 

also likes to take care of you but more so as moral/emotional support; he listens to you when you're sad even though most of the time he already knows what you're upset about before you tell him. he just wants to be there for you all the time 

he is so full of love </3 even before you two were officially dating he knew he loved you as a person, as his person 

you two make it So obvious that you're together; always being right next to each other, holding hands, locking arms, giggling and messing with each other 

heart on his sleeve; he doesn’t ever hide how he feels about you and he expects you to do the same with him

your connection rly is very special; he understands you on a level no one else rly does

matching. couple. items.; skincare headbands, pj sets, phone cases, hoodies

he immediately buys anything he sees that reminds him of you; and he sees in you in everything

all in all, sunoo bears his heart to you and hopes that you do the same with him

⟢ JUNGWON

such a sweetheart </3 a lover boy through and through

i imagine u guys were friends first and then ended up developing feelings later 

gaslights himself into thinking you’re not into him like that LOL

you will have to be very straightforward with him bc it will take him a minute to fully believe you but once he does, he’s wrapped around your finger

he enjoys someone he can just be comfortable with; you lean on each other equally and allow yourselves to just relax in the others presence

wants someone to enjoy his youth with; doesn’t ask for much but for you to just be a steady person in his life 

the two of you grow together as a couple; you’re there for his achievements, he’s there for yours; he supports you and you support him; its an equal exchange with him 

always wants to talk to you; it doesn't even matter what about he just likes hearing your voice and seeing your face light up when you get on a topic of interest 

facetimes/video calls you everyday, leaves you voice messages when he's busy, sends you silly selfies to say he misses you and hopes you do the same 

also takes a lot of pics of you; he doesn't know how an entire album of you sleeping ended up in his phone….. he doesn't know who did that pfft nope

teases you lovingly, anytime you blush or get shy he makes it worse by calling you cute or saying things like “oooh why’s your face so red?” with a little evil giggle (your payback is calling him cute any chance you get and watching how shy he gets about it) 

at first, he's not very physical in his affections but as time goes on and you become more comfortable with one another, he starts to initiate physical affection more often;

he tucks your hair behind your ear, links your pinkies together randomly, wraps an arm around your waist, holds your hand but usually only when it's just the two of you; around other people its a lot more subtle

⟢ NI-KI

your best friend, ride or die for life above all else

dating him is fun and silly and easygoing; he eases your worries because you can just be yourself with him and vice versa 

nothing is ever too serious with riki, you enjoy each others company even if all you do is sit at home and play video games 

he always shows interest in you and the things you like and loves when you do the same for him

if you tell him you're trying to learn japanese for him his heart swells a bit; loves to share his culture with you even in little ways 

move nights, game nights, and arcade dates are a Must 

isn't the most affectionate around other ppl (bc his hyungs Will tease him) but when its just the two of you, he can be very loving

…most of the time though he just likes to mess with you affectionately; starts tickle fights out of nowhere, pokes you when he feels like you're not paying attention to him, copies your mannerisms and is constantly teasing you

you two are almost always bickering about something; he thinks its funny when you get fake annoyed at him 

teaches you choreo!! its probably one of his favorite things to do with you (even if you're not very good at it) 

when i think riki i think high school sweethearts; meeting each other in the hallways between classes, innocent pecks on the cheek before you part ways, silly banter, study sessions that you both give up on halfway through

thinks you’re cute but never says it; it’s not hard to tell though with the way he ruffles up your hair at random moments and is always giggling at you

he isn’t the msot emotional/romantic but deep down he really cares about you and wants you to be happy; when he does show moments of sentimentality it takes you by surprise

but you’re also not very lovey dovey so when you start to tear up you have to turn away and pretend you’re fine (riki stares like a deer in headlights if you actually start crying but will try his best to comfort you)

[thesuperiorrobin]

❥ Love language

༯ quality time:

Damian has been alone for most of his life.

So he’s such a sucker for spending his free time with you.

Need help with school work? Damian putting his aside and rushes over to help you because he knows the lesson all to well.

Most of the time he’s busy so his time with you is very limited.

Been gone for weeks and the only time he’s free is training in the bat cave? He called you up so you can come over and watch it.

You two walk Titus together. Sometimes in silence or sometimes steering up conversations. It’s one of your guys favorite activities together

Second favorite (if your long in the relationship or are married) is bathing together. Nothing sexual or anything. Just you two together—washing each others hair as a simple gesture.

Loves baking with you. Baking new recipes with the help of Alfred sometimes.

Brushes your hair for you/ washes your hair for you during wash days.

Sometimes you two don’t have to be doing anything

Your presence alone puts him at ease.

༯ physical touch:

Damian’s physical touch comes from the lack that he never got growing up.

He’s also someone’s who isn’t really good at showing emotions but his physical touch makes up for it.

He didn’t understand it at first and thought that it was probably just something you just enjoyed (truth he enjoys it more then you)

He craves for your physical touch.

Please hug him, grab his hand, cuddle him, hold him in your arms. He craves it.

Had a shitty day at work/patrol? Your arms are open as soon as he gets home and doesn’t waste time in getting in your arms. Sleeping away the pissy and sour mood he’s been in

First time you hugged him, he didn’t really understood what was happening.

This feels nice he thinks and doesn’t let go until you do

Only in private, however in public you two are seen holding hands or pinkies

When he does it the feeling last forever.

Feeling down? He’ll rub your back in silence until your feeling a little better then before. A way of telling you that he right there if you need anyone to talk to

Exited about good news? He’s the first one to have his arms open waiting for a hug, Arms securely around your waist/back, swaying the both of you side to side. It’s the same if you’ve been having a shitty day

Overall just loves having you in his arms

Head over heels if it’s the other way around

༯ gift giving:

Damian is very crafty when it comes to art.

It’s also very obvious bc he’s an artsy person and can make stuff with his hands without struggling

He’ll make portraits of you and gives them to you.

Having a piece he made in your room for an anniversary. Still sitting above your bed till this day.

Loves making you paper flowers. Not the kind you make in kindergarten for Mother’s Day but the kind that should be but In a museum

When these flowers die that means my love for you has faded, he says you knowing that the flowers are fake and will never die. It’s cheesy but really cute.

But over time his gift are less self made and more bought later on in the relationship (when you two get married)

He will gift give you expensive jewelry. He has money. And tons of it it won’t effect him at all

Buys you matching sets so you two can match.

Take them. I got them especially designed to fit your taste love. Shame really because they look so good on you that you have to wear them.

Idk there’s just something about you wearing his initials around you finger on a metal ring that makes him go crazy sometimes.

[raainberry]

Nighttime Serenade

« Silly Series - 14 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - quiet nights and cuddles, doesn’t get better than this

wordcount - 664

A/N - rain got me inspired, not proofread bc its late i can literally feel the bags coming to life under my eyes. enjoy!

The slight panic Sana felt when you shifted your body on top of hers… Her sleepy eyes were suddenly wide and alert as she thought about you leaving her embrace.

It was a frightening possibility. It had barely been an hour since you’d sneaked into her arms in search of some comfort after a long day, but it was getting late. If you wanted to get to bed, she’d understand although she wouldn’t be all for it.

Your presence, the warmth and love you gave her were things she missed all day. She hated when your free days didn’t line up, leaving her alone with only thoughts and cravings with your name on them. The hours between your lips on her forehead in the morning and your soft, gentle kisses on her cheek in the evening seemed to stretch into infinity.

Tomorrow was her turn to leave you behind for the day. She liked to think your clinginess tonight was motivated by that thought. She hoped the small strokes of your palm, the delicate touches of your fingertips against her skin was a way for you to appreciate the few hours you had left in her company.

Her eyes kept looking up at the time displayed right underneath the TV, and she had to hold herself back from laughing at her own behavior. How much more obsessed could she be… You were in her arms, as close as you could be, yet she was already missing you.

Her gaze slipped away from the screen to find you every once in a while. The sight of your head resting on her stomach put a smile on her lips. She couldn’t see why nor how it could be as comfortable as you claimed, but she’d never complain. Easy access to your hair, random kisses, your soft breathing against her skin whenever her clothing allowed it… why would she complain?

A small hum resonated from your chest as her fingers gently pulled on a few strands of your hair, brushing them out of your eyes. The gesture alone could put you to sleep if she did it long enough. That was exactly what you wanted to avoid, but it didn’t mean you wanted her to stop.

So you focused on the TV, suddenly remembering about its existence.

The variety show you’dsettled on out of laziness to switch channels turned out to be more perfect than anything you could have willingly picked. Entertaining enough to share a few laughs, each other’s favorite sounds, but not interesting enough to make you forget about this moment you wanted to cherish.

Sana’s occasional giggles caused your head to bounce a few times, and as much as you loved to see her happy, came a time where your comfort just wasn’t negligible.

You lifted yourself off of her, unknowing and oblivious to her dismay as you went to find rest against her chest.

Relief washed over her when she realised you weren’t going anywhere. She bit her smile back at the familiar feeling of your hair tickling her neck, and her arms wrapped themselves around your back. A sudden surge of love pushed her to squeeze you closer, and your view on the screen was now blocked as her cheek was squished against your forehead.

“I love you.” She mumbled, her voice just above a whisper. You smiled at the words. You couldn’t get over them, no matter how much she said them. Whichever way she let them out, whenever she let you know, they seemed to have the same effect on you.

Warmth, from your chest to your veins. One that put your heart at ease. Your mind at peace.

“I love you too.” You sighed out, content and hopeful of the words making her feel the same way.

Sana smiled at the serenity you’d granted her, and pressed her lips on top of your head in a soft peck before training her eyes back on the TV.

Hopefully the night hours will take their time, stretch out as much as the day’s had.

[thmles]

| August.

- You weren't mine to lose.

[pairing: miles morales x best friend!reader]

[warnings: sweet to angst, a bit of spoilers since the some scenes described came from the movie, regret, heartbreak]

[a/n: if you know august by taylor swift, yk the pain. it's based off that song bc i was thinking about some past situationships and how for some of them i was just a rebound so... anyway for the you're losing me fic, i'm not sure if i would make a part two, but i'll definitely think about it! anyways enjoy 🫶🏻]

You and Miles had met when your family moved into the apartment above them. You were both nine and to be honest, you kind of saw him as weird. When you were hanging out (much to your dismay, you would rather read than be with some boy), he would mumble songs as he drew on the sketchpad he got for his birthday. You, on the other hand, were silently reading fantasy novels that you got for Christmas. Despite your differences, you made quite the pair even going into high school.

Summer had approached Brooklyn faster than you anticipated. It was hot and humid. The air conditioning in your room would not work for some unknown reason and you were stuck sweating it out in your room. You grabbed a folder and used it to fan your face. A knock on your door grabbed your attention before eventually opening. “Miles, you can come into my room, you know.” You told him with a slight edge to your voice. He let out a chuckle before replying, “That’s just rude. My mom raised me better.” You rolled your eyes and stood to the side to let him in. You closed the door behind him as he sat on your desk chair and twirled around.

“Something on your mind, Morales?” You ask him as you sit on your bed cross-legged. You could tell he was nervous. He was looking down on the floor and sort of sweating. “A-Ah, it’s nothing. I just, uhm.” Miles mumbled out. You raised an eyebrow at his behavior. He was rarely ever like this.

“Just what?”

“Well, I was hoping that Gwen would come back and we could go to an art museum.” Miles paused to look at you to which you just stared back at him.

“And what do you want me to do?” You would be sad if Miles asked you only because Gwen wasn’t around. But, time with Miles is still better than anything. You have harbored a crush on him since you guys were ten. At first you were even in denial of your feelings for the boy but when you guys danced at your school’s halloween party, you knew it was over for you.

“Come with me instead? I mean do you want to stay in this heat?” Miles in a know-it-all tone. You rolled your eyes before chucking the folder you were using at his face. He laughed as he caught it with ease, setting it on your desk.

“Is it a yes or no?”

“What do you think, Morales?”

And that was the beginning of an eventful summer. You two were going out together more often than staying in. Everyday was a summer adventure for the both of you. Summer filled with laughter, longing stares, and nightly stargazing at the rooftop. It was the best summer you ever had, especially because you two might or might not have shared a kiss underneath the moonlight. You weren’t sure what exactly the label you guys had. You guys were best friends, for sure, but best friends don’t look at each other that way. They don’t kiss and draw the other on their sketchbook. They don’t take polaroids of each other to keep in their wallets to admire and treasure.

But all things came crashing down when you saw Miles with Gwen that autumn at his dad’s party. You were clutching the sketchbook he left at your desk the last time you guys hung out. Miles looked so…so in love with Gwen. Like she was the life of the party. You had an epiphany. All summer, you thought he looked at you lovingly. But, he wasn’t. It was different from the one he was giving Gwen right now. You knew better than to look through his sketchbook because it was his safe space. He could draw and doodle all that he wanted to help with the stress of life and school. As you opened the first few pages, it was filled with random sort of graffiti art. Flipping through more pages, there were drawings of spiders, Spider-Man, and,

“Gwen.” You breathed out. Tears were pooling at your eyes as more and more pages were filled with drawings of her that you were sure he drew over the summer. But there was only one drawing of you. The page also contained the polaroid he took of you as you were looking out into the city. You shut the notebook with one hand and wiped your tears with the other. His mom walked over to you while holding a plate of cake. She greeted other guests before she was in front of you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked with concern. She rubbed your back as you tried to prevent more tears from rolling down your face.

“Tía, can you…can you give this to Miles?” You told her softly and handed her the sketchbook. She looked confused but accepted it nonetheless. “And tell him to never talk to me again.”

You left that party without looking back. You weren’t even sure what to say to Miles or his parents. That he made you his rebound? That you were just a summer fling? You locked yourself in your room before your dad could question why you weren't at the party upstairs. You didn’t even make it to bed before you broke down sobbing. You slid against the door and began to cry. Your heart ached as memories of the wonderful summer you had flashed in your mind. You stood up and grabbed your wallet from your desk to pull out the polaroid of Miles’ stuffed face that you thought was cute. You took that picture when he was eating too much cake from your dad’s birthday. You stuffed it inside a drawer because you knew you couldn’t get yourself to get rid of it.

That night Miles kept trying to call you to which you promptly put your phone on ‘Do not disturb.’ You spent hours with a tear stained face and a numb heart. You stared out into space wondering what you did to deserve this pain. But you remembered that, it was kind of your fault too. Who were you to assume you and Miles had something after a summer filled with dates and stolen kisses? You were just his best friend. You were just a rebound. A summer fling.

“You weren’t mine to lose.” You mumbled to yourself as you brought your knees to your chest to hug them. Meanwhile, Miles is stuck in another dimension wishing he could go back to fix the mess he made, to go back to you and the amazing summer you had.

[sugar-coat-it]

thinking ab watching Matty shave in the mirror and how carefully he holds the blade. (He uses a flat old school type razor blade bc ofc he does) and then he sees you getting all hot and bothered, then he teases you and so begins the knife play :) I think about this a lot especially when he’s baby faced

AHHHHHHHHYOURE LITERALLY INSANE UR CRAZY 

I gasped out loud when I read this I NEED to expand on ur thoughts

TW! for knife play, ik it says it above but you’ve been officially warned!!!

He so would use an old-school razor blade, that’s so unbearably Matty. You’re just sitting on the counter watching him get ready, and then it’s your favorite part: when he shaves. You’re tingling all over the moment he takes out the blade, watching the way his fingers steadily curl around it as he brings it to his cheek, his eyes intense and focused in the mirror. You can’t help it! Your mind is wandering as he carefully drags it along his face, watching his experienced hands that know how not to nick himself. Your face gets hot as you imagine him taking the same razor across your thighs, between your breasts, along the slope of your neck. Just the coolness of the metal against your burning skin, those same careful hands guiding the blade. You’re trying to ease the ache pooling inside you by pushing your thighs together and Matty clocks it immediately, glancing at you through the mirror as he scrapes away the fluffy white foam. He asks you what’s up and you just kinda gape at him, watching as he rinses the razor in the sink, his calloused fingers running over the metal. He whistles to get your attention, your eyes snapping back up to his now clean-shaven baby face. 

“Asked you a question. What is it, baby?” he says, even though he’s already putting the pieces together with the way your gaze lingers on the blade in his hands. 

You don’t even know how to answer him, your mouth hanging open dumbly. How do you tell your boyfriend that you want him to do something like that to you? Although, you have a nagging suspicion that he’d be more than happy to indulge you. He turns the razor over in his hand, admiring the way it shines under the bathroom lighting. 

“Ohh, is it this?” he purrs, a smirk pulling at his lips, all too pleased. 

You feel yourself throb as he approaches you with the blade, spreading your legs so he can stand between them on the counter. He’s SOOO fucking cocky about it because now he’s got something to hold over you, he’s the only one who can make your wet dreams become reality. 

He teases you some more, saying shit like “You’re so dirty, love. If only I’d known,” and “Have you thought about it a lot? Me holding a blade to you?” and “shit, I’m going to love watching you squirm,” all while he’s holding your thighs open, the razor in one hand still flicked open. You’re practically dying, just sitting there and taking all the teasing while he's got the flat side of the razor against your thigh as you get uncomfortably wet.

“Shh, shh I’m gonna take care of you” he shushes before picking up the razor again.

He starts by slowly running it over your thigh, being incredibly careful as he drags the tip of the blade against your skin. You’re moaning already and he’s just started. The tension in the air is so so palpable

“Do. not. fucking. move.” he says, such a serious look in his eyes that it has you immediately nodding in agreement.

He keeps going, experimenting with the way he holds the blade while still being very careful not to nick you as you shudder at the feeling. Soon, he’s got your top off and he’s running it over your tits, dragging the flat side of it across your peaked nipples just to watch you struggle to keep still at the feeling of the cool metal. He’s really enjoying himself now, more than he thought he would. You trust Matty with your life, but danger still pulses in your veins as he brings the razor higher, over your collarbones until it’s under your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him with the flat of the blade. You just whimper, you’re such a mess, the dominating air about him as he finds his stride is so overwhelming. 

He’d cut the elastic of your panties off of you next, murmuring something about getting you another pair as the split fabric slid off your legs. He’s so game for experimenting with you, especially when it gets you this messy. This little scene probably ends with him fucking you on the counter while he’s got the dull edge of the blade held to you in the place of your choosing <3

[enden-k]

we know haitham simps for eremite kaveh hard, especially for his strength.

but what kaveh likes about him? specifically to the au, I mean (or I could rephrase that as "when does kaveh realize he's into this bad-at-dealing-with-weather-and-generally-a-little-pathetic-scholar as well?")

and for purely scientific purposes: does kaveh ever see haitham actually wield a sword and be badass and get flustered by it in return?

im so sorry for rambling sm omg, i somehow got distracted and suddenly it was this much

(haitham is rlly into kaveh but not only bc of his strength but bc of his very being)

anw

kaveh is quite interested in haitham from the beginning already since hes not used to this kind of ppl and they end up debating and bickering a lot (which both secretly enjoy since ppl cant keep up with him (haitham) or ppl generally dont dare bc theyre intimidated or too fond (kaveh))

(kaveh also enjoys the way haithams eyes seem to glint when he goes "oh?" before he starts spouting all his smart things)

(haitham is positively surprised and thrilled that kaveh can easily keep up, as if theyre both scholars)

haitham is incredibly smart, more so than other scholars kaveh had met or got hired by, but unlike those haitham doesnt boast with his intelligence or tries to put kaveh down for being "a mere eremite who doesnt know a thing unlike a scholar hailing from the akademiya", like some of the more rude scholars had said - haitham listens and answers to his thoughts and arguments all patiently, really listens to him

haitham speaks in facts and constantly questions things, no shame in correcting or exposing others very bluntly to get to the truth but the smart things coming from his mouth are not to prove or rub it in that hes intelligent or wise or always right and superior or anything; no sign of arrogance or haughtiness. he simply states things as they are, this is the way he simply is and kaveh already guesses haithams confidence in himself is easily mistaken with arrogance by people who dont know him well or are not looking deeply, thus feeling inferior to him and accusing him of being arrogant and acting like hes above everyone

so apart of that, haitham speaking all factual and straight to the point (its very cute when he pauses at seeing paimons confused face and starts rephrasing in the middle of his speech so even she can understand) and treating him like an equal, it rlly comes down to it when he sees another side of this man

(before i take away too much from the comic im doodling rn, i cant talk too much about it KJABCSKJ but the accident that killed kavehs father and left him in the desert made him develop a fear of falls and dark places; bc of smth happening he got a panic attack and haitham eases him through it with such love and care and patience that kaveh isnt used to and it makes him feel so much. kaveh is strong and doesnt like to be treated like hes weak or stupid or in need of someones care and protection but haitham doesnt treat him like that, haitham knows how strong and sharp he is and doesnt take this away when hes this vulnerable. kaveh (who always cares and protects others) is on the receiving of such care and protection after all these years of not allowing it, and coming from this seemingly stoic scholar....

basically, when kaveh sees haitham treat him with respect and care, like an equal on all levels, and returns this care and protection in his own way, it fills him with warmth and the need to get closer to him to share this warmth with him, to get more of it

(also ofc shortly after that kaveh gets to see haitham slaughter his way through enemies to get them out and the sight of him covered in blood and not only being sharp and quick with his words and mind but also with his sword and body triggers some feral part in his brain that wants haithams clothes gone so theres that, his nerd is not only sharp and clever and confident and pretty and a secret caring softie but also able to fight, feeble scholar his ass)

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

(18+) SOME LIN KUEI ORAL FIXATION HCS ❄️🔥💨

twt thread link | smut comms open | all links

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NOTES:

variation in style due to writing chunks on different days/not following the same abbreviations or rules depending on when they were written

so bi-han's was not intended to be longer but is bc it's more fic style than the quick notes i was going for when i wrote smoke's and kuai liang's sections

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💨starting w smoke as he's the only one i don't hc with an oral fixation himself BUT seeing as, in my hcs for him, his favorite thing is receiving oral, he very much appreciates the trait

💨has a fixation of sorts then with it in other people, always wanting to ease his fingers in their mouth, shuddering at the digits being sucked as if as potent to him as their mouth on his actual cock

💨enjoys seeing ppl with their mouths full, playing with this interest by feeding others--as gently or firmly as he's allowed 💨tests limits by always adding more--more fingers to the ones already inside, fingers alongside his cock, his cock & the dildo strapped above his own

💨evidenced by his fatality where he shoves a grenade in his enemy's mouth, keeping it open wide, pushing forcefully, aggressively, more than once or what's necessary with his whole palm, leaving their lips pursed, unable to close properly over what's forced inside their mouth

💨is not opposed to filling someone's mouth slowly, not pushing limits, just enjoying the slide of anything past another's lips, encouraged by his own hand--

💨but does enjoy seeing how far he can push it, starting off with small ball gags and going until the size is impossible to properly take, watching them struggle and strain their jaw, watching the constant flow of saliva strung down their chin, down the rest of their frame

💨cock aching at how obvious a motion swallowing has to be when struggling around something that won't let your mouth close, aching at those frustrated sounds, encouraging them to repeat themselves as he couldn't get it the first time :)

💨if he's allowed, he wants to grip someone by the hair/head/jaw and facefuck them until they can't take his cock slamming into their throat anymore, until they pull away, cum dribbling down their face and chest, coughing and gagging and drooling all over themselves

💨what he wants most afterwards--before cuddling and aftercare and a hell of a lot of kind, hushed words--is to get himself just as soaked and sticky with cum and saliva, to make an absolute mess of himself, to press his tongue to everything

💨promising to make it up to them amongst the unceasing praise and pecks to the cheeks and forehead, alongside the warm, gentle touch of his hand on the sides of their sore jaw and throat

🔥kuai liang just wants his holes filled and that includes--even prioritizes--something to fill his mouth 🔥loves it socially and despite the undercurrent of arousal to it regardless of setting, it's a calm kind of arousal if he's just doing it to relax

🔥if he's tense or feels out-of-body or vaguely notices, as if outside himself, that he's not fully in it, he knows something in his mouth will ground him 🔥is at first unaware of this (things feel blurry and he just tries his best to sleep it off) and then is ashamed of it--

🔥perceiving it as a crutch, as immaturity, but realizing it's something more frightening to him--feeling his cock leak merely at the thought of something filling his mouth so comfortably, at how overwhelmingly good it would feel--something he can't just will away

🔥still assuming he can stave it off, he'll keep the tip of his thumb between his teeth, almost absentmindedly, when stressed--akin to clicking a pen--feeling it calms him some, makes things more manageable than tackling issues with no ways to calm down afterwards

🔥or when masturbating, he'll bite the side of his hand, already apprehensive about and dismissive of his own desires to commonly stifle himself like this 🔥and these are nice and needed and fine but there's still something not being properly addressed or attended to--

🔥becoming a constant anxiety until he's anxious over any sexual activity, unable to vocalize his desire but similarly unable to ignore it 🔥mentions it out of exhaustion, too tired to fight it anymore, and is not met with derision or mockery, as he assumed he would be

🔥easily met with fingers on his tongue, as soon as he wants it, met with a cock or a strap filling his mouth whether he wants to have to swallow hard or just kneel there comfortably, mouth full

🔥when he's comfortable enough with it, he has a few masks outfitted with pecker gags inside--not long or girthy enough to choke on or struggle swallowing around, just enough to fit in his mouth comfortably or to give him something small to suck on

🔥his eyelids flutter shut, eyes rolling back a bit, and it's immediately noticeable that he's calmed down, to the point of feeling sleepy 🔥when he actually seems like he's going to doze off he'll take it out, spit strung from his lips to the gag, and curl up somewhere to nap--

🔥but while still somewhat awake, he likes to rest his head on someone's shoulder or in the crook of their neck when like this, feeling comfortable and warm and safe, the little suckling sounds only noticeable having him so close

🔥his cock will warm up beneath his clothes, enough to notice he's turned on, for there to be a slight bulge, but unless someone else touches him, he too submissive and spacey to do it himself, as if not knowing how to if he tried, or if he has a wet dream, he'll sleep it off

🔥when needy for it in a sexually charged setting, his favorite thing is getting gagged with a used buttplug. it could be anyone's/he's needy for it from everyone lol/he's a good boy and always says "please" and "thank you" but he whimpers so much for it when it's his own--

🔥easily slid out from his stretched hole and slid right back inside, just this time past his lips and onto his tongue 🔥he's not too loud the majority of the time but however quiet, the little moans and whines are consistent, especially with the taste of himself on his tongue

❄️bi-han's fixation is similar in a submissive sense, in that he does get hard but that arousal isn't always something he'll pursue when he wants to engage with it, in that it calms him when he's feeling high strung, when he's getting the hand tremors that precede a breakdown

❄the submissiveness within the scene is more in how defines his own headspace, going about the engagement silently, dialogue lending itself more naturally to kuai liang's experiences, given how his fantasies play out, but when there is talk--

❄️when he allows himself to hear it (not even being the one speaking) & not freeze up with self-hatred or nerves, the headspace bleeds out into the scene around it, any partner now equally as aware of just how small & fragile he's feeling, it no longer self-contained

❄️so there's difficulty in him speaking up about his own pleasure in the first place, only seeming outwardly confident about it if he can be more aggressive & take it--& still finding any expression of his own pleasure, & thus vulnerability, to be frightening--

❄️so when he's confronted by desire that makes him the solely vulnerable party (or so he assumes), a deep & persistent desire he desperately tried to tamp down once he realized what it was & just how raw it made him feel, he just gets more frantic trying to make it stop

❄️whereas kuai liang assumed this meant he wasn't as strong or self-sufficient as should be, & felt humiliated & ashamed when outwardly recognizing it for the first time, bi-han lashes out when he thinks there's any indication of this "weakness" showing

❄️if he's fighting with the onset of this headspace & feels he's losing, if he thinks the need setting in is perceptible to others, when he's beaten back this desire--for a safe space to be vulnerable & for the specific act itself--for so long with no luck, he bares his teeth

❄️but this cycle only makes the need more immediate, creeping down his spine until it's settled solidly at his back, pushing for proper recognition at all hours of the day

❄️he's desperate for a particular act of vulnerability but also for permission to not feel guilty about wanting what feels good, regardless if he's dominant or submissive or if there are no roles to it at all

❄️he wants to be given the go-ahead, to be allowed self-pleasure & partnership sexually, romantically, platonically, socially--any way he's been denied it thus far, first through the demanding expectations of others & now through those same expectations he's yoking himself with

❄️any previous forays into pleasure or intimacy have been abrupt & inconsistent so while seeming to start with the thing that's most difficult to admit sounds like a horrible idea, it's because it's come to a point where he has no choice but to recognize this one--

❄️& is honestly so worn out from fending it off & failing that he's not even angry or upset when he finally requests it, he's simply exhausted & it's obvious down to the bones

❄️it's at the end of a long day, long merely from having this same thought process banging around inside his head once again, to the point where it was the first thing he'd thought of upon waking & it never left his mind since

❄️he'd been unable to make himself coffee, unable to put on his usual clothes--opting for mostly the same things he went to bed in--unable to type out a single legible thing on his phone, & spent the day resigned to bringing it up, knowing things couldn't continue like this

❄️but in finally giving up on fending it off, he gets some relief in just melting into that headspace, feeling awfully needy as he spends the day in bed, sleepily pressing a forearm between his legs, humping the blankets ever so slightly, almost as if not noticing he's doing it

❄️whenever there's finally someone to admit it to--whomever that is depending on your preferences--it does take some prodding but just in the initial question of "what's wrong" & it not taking any time to be asked, something obviously off the moment they see him

❄️there's something said about feeling off, feeling more stressed than usual--both surprisingly honest admissions on their own--but then he mutters something about wanting something in particular, eyes ticked to their peripherals, staring blankly into the distance

❄️"could i just..." something about sucking on their chest, putting his mouth on them for a while--& while it's met with immediate, enthusiastic acceptance, however quiet, while he feels on the verge of hysterics having made himself sick over something so easily allowed--

❄️now he doesn't know how to get himself in position without having to admit what it looks like & why ❄️but this time he just goes for it, shakily but with some of his usual confidence, at least in moving with the cadence of someone who always intends to take as they please

❄️they settle in comfortably & he feels allowed to do so as well, following their lead in this going however he needs it to, in action & duration & pace ❄️he initially settles in the crook of their arm, pulse & breathing noticeably quicker as he watches them pull their shirt off,

❄️lips parted, dazed but oddly patient about the opportunity, gaze flickering upward & an unsure placement of the hand, waiting for permission an additional time

❄️he's oddly not forceful about it either, physically desperate only in the shaky exhale he lets out when he realizes he's not being lead on or dreaming or that the permission's not being revoked

❄️they mention he must be uncomfortable in that position though with his neck a bit crooked, the rest of him folded up neatly so as to not take up too much space, still unable to comfortably immerse himself in it, to do everything he really wants,

❄️but eventually the arm that's pinned starts going numb & even if it weren't, he'd still need to switch sides to avoid making his partner sore, having been suckling so steadily even at at such a relaxed pace

❄️when he switches sides, this time he lets himself lay his legs over their lap, lets them place their arm behind his head, allows himself to settle in more comfortably--more permanently than before, having assumed he'd rush through it or back out or they'd tire of it

❄️it's comfortable. relaxed. domestic even--even if that's particularly new & scary to admit. but there's no fear or worry to it now, only a steady warmth & perhaps a small moment of humor for them both, him hoping he's not crushing their thighs with his

❄️they pull his head in closer to their chest so he can rest more of his weight on them, so they have a free hand to smooth affectionately over the crown of his head & the overwhelming relief of finally doing this properly, the pleasure of having his hair played with--

❄️the intimacy of the act & how it soothed him immediately, being cared for & doted on, being allowed to feel small & fragile like this but so safe and protected here, makes him start to doze off,

❄️first struggling to keep his eyes open then allowing them to flutter shut but still trying to stay awake ❄️then quiet, steady breaths in as he's out like a light, still suckling a bit in his sleep ❄️no matter how many times he does it, he usually dozes off at some point during,

❄️this first time sleeping well into morning, waking up tucked in neatly, his partner asleep beside him, not unsealing his portion of blankets, keeping one for themselves--enough to avoid a chill, but keeping a hand free to touch his, wanting him to know everything's alright

❄️that he doesn't need to feel ashamed now that the scene's over, if he's even out of the headspace yet. they want to make sure he's okay, they want to wake up next to him--they want to make sure he knows that asking for that didn't drive them away

❄️he's quiet & doesn't usually lapse into using titles, at least outside of his own head, but he's very much not opposed to a partner referring to themselves that way, as "mommy" or "daddy," whichever their preference

❄️it makes his ears go red & he can't look them in the eyes but he always tries (& fails) to hide his bulge, his body so receptive to it ❄️lactation is a huge turn on & is probably how these scenes delve into anything where arousal is actually tended to but it's not a necessity

❄️his enjoyment of it isn't reliant on that in the first place & he doesn't want anyone going out of their way to make it happen (or to subject themselves to any supernatural situations for it, esp if it causes any pain), the headspace making him more than content with pretending

❄️but when he gets to, he drinks like his life depends on it, trying to commit the taste to memory, desperate for every drop, even apologizing when he knows he's sucking too hard & for too long but is unable to get himself to stop

❄️he's also much more talkative & much more physical if he actually gets to drink: panting out "thank you"s as he sucks at their chest, whimpering as he humps their thigh or grinds against the junction of thigh & hip

🧙‍♀️(that's it for now, thank u for reading~ ;w;)👾

[healer-pop]

heyy… can i get a continuation of the aphrodisiac fic but venture being infected instead?? bonus points if they deny it for a good while and are trying to stay calm 🤭

THAT IS SUCH A GOOD SUGGESTION BC HONESTLY, would play out so differently.

Venture reads like a person who's been such a high-achiever, all their life. Being so young when accepted into the Wayfinders, they feel like they have something to prove. Nothing is enough. They need to succeed. They need to be a model. They need to lead. It's half of what plays into their role as a Dom, too. They're well aware of how they seem to outsiders, which is partly the reason they have such a conflict with Mauga, who tries to take advantage of that and corner them into a more favorable and submissive position.

Venture doesn't take sick days. Especially not ones that seem unnecessary to them or would throw anything off-kilter. So when the pollen kicks in... they're absolutely trying to tuck it under the collar. They're more concerned about you, your worried looks, trying to quell your anxious pleas for them to sit down, stop moving around so much, you don't look so good, your troubled touches seeming far too good right now, "Please stop touching me! Please... I'm sorry. I just... I can't handle it right now." They'd get flighty and on edge, backed into a corner, with the urge to fight their way out right there. It seeps into their words, becoming more and more pushy and hostile, even though they desperately don't want that. They feel trapped and hot, too hot, way too hot, even the sands of Egypt didn't feel this bad. It's a whirlwind of a bad mixture, with you trying to calm them down and them torn between getting out and getting in, getting into you. The pain, they can muscle through. They can ignore... The desire. Not so much.

It's imperative you don't leave them, not that you would, not with them in this state, because they need you right now, and that's not the pollen talking. They're getting far too worked up, tugging off their coat, and their overshirt, fanning their tanktop against their chest as they pace around the camp with you following in tow. It comes down to whoever makes the first move, whoever touches who first. If it's you, reaching out, grabbing their wrist to try and calm them down, they're tugging you close, by your waist, into their chest without even thinking of it. And by the Gods, you're so fucking pretty. You're so fucking sexy looking up like that, you're so caring and perfect, God, everything about you sets them at ease. They're panting now, with you pressed against their chest to feel every rise and fall, your arms coming up, around them, to hold them tight. "It's gonna be alright, Venture... We'll... we'll get through this. Whatever it is. Together." And like that, their mouth is on you, their brain is screaming at them, telling them they are fucking everything up, but oh... oh. You're... you're kissing back. You... you're kissing them back. Suddenly, they're hoisting you up, onto some crate, sliding between your legs, legs that feel like lava against their waist, tugging on the bottom of your shirt, needing it off, needing to feel your skin against theirs...

There's more to this, but I'll stop here. Just know. This part ends with Venture being extremely avoidant, mainly because they've not gotten a clear resolution to their internal feelings. We can fix that later :) enjoy the potential angst thoughts!!

But if it's them... oh, boy. Venture snaps. They turn around, grabbing at your wrist, holding it above you before you can even stop, it's shattering, bruising grip that has you wincing, and Venture's eyes widen, immediately pulling away like they've burned you. "I- I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! I- I didn't mean..." You're holding your wrist, but shaking your head.

"Venture... I don't care. I'm just so worried about you. What's wrong? What's going on?" "I- I can't.... I can't tell you. I don't know. I don't know..." They're starting to falter, starting to fall into the void of insecurity and doubt, feelings so foreign that the intensity of them rocks Venture, and they're sobbing. "I don't know... I can't- can't tell you. It would ruin- ruin everything!"

You've never seen Venture cry. You're standing there, shell-shocked at the sight, your own wrist dropping in confusion and concern, "No... no, Venture. It'll be ok. It'll be alright. I promise. I pinky promise. No matter what. We'll be ok." "You pinky promise?" "God, yes." "I love you." Aaaand we end here, because the smut comes later ;D

[mumuugi]

hey! could i request a mika x fem reader where he overstims her and only realizes it after she says the safeword :( and immediately comforts her? perhaps some fluffy aftercare ~

if you don’t want to do this request then dw! have a great day and thanks for the great fics you’ve already written :)

୭ 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗱.

୨୧ pairings : mika kagehira x fem! reader

୨୧ cw : overstimulation, praising, pet names, slight teasing

mika just loves you so much that he didn’t realize that he went a bit overboard for your liking..

୨୧ a/n : yet another request done.. i am trying to finish all of them as soon as possible bc i feel so BAD for keeping yall waiting for it.. this smut is a bit on the shorter side but i still hope you guys enjoy it ^_^

“mmh, you’re doing so good for me, princess..”

mika’s voice made your body jolt up from him along with the pleasure you’re recieving. the sweet, melodic voice of his rings in your ears as you silently hope for more of his praises. mika noticed how your body reflexes whenever he starts praising you and he couldn’t help but crave for it more—

“my my, you like that, didn’t you? i can see it from your face~” he teased, face grinning wide as his hand moves the vibrator at your clit even faster, edging you closer to your high. you choked a whine, feeling too weak from the pleasure he’s giving you.

you tried to come up with a reply to know that you’re enjoying it as much as he does, though your brain couldn’t come up with a reply even if you wanted to

the vibration felt a bit more intense now, meaning that you were close to your orgasm. you panted, with drool running down your lips, whining out mika’s name as if it were a prayer— begging for him to make you cum. mika went down to your ear and licks the shell of it, humming contendly as he watches you squirm above him

“go on doll, cum for me”

he hushed, lips now trailing downwards to your neck as he leaves peppered kisses along your neck, heightening your sensitivity. you came down on him with a loud cry, eyes rolling to the back from the stimulation as he continues on with the vibration against your soaked cunt, overstimulating you

“come on love, just one more for me— you can do it, can you?” mika groaned out, eyes locked onto your dumbfounded face and licked his lips, clearly enthralled by your features contorting into all sorts of expressions from the stimulation

you couldn’t take it anymore. your moans pitched in volume a bit too much towards your liking, thighs trembling against his as you sobbed out his name, begging for him to stop this painful sensation you’re feeling until you remembered the safeword and instantly screamed out—

“ribbon! r-ribbon! ple-eease m-mika, can’t take it anym-moree”

mika finally snapped, insantly turning off the vibrator and tossed it to the side of the bed, hands reaching out to cup your glistening face in his as he examines your features. you looked so exhausted, his features changed from being overrided with lust to genuinely worried

“a-are you okay? i-i’m so sorry that i went too hard on you i d-didn’t mean to..” he asked, tone laced with fear and worry towards your condition but you let out a laugh, easing him a bit as your hands traced over his gently “i’m fine, don’t worry.. it was just a bit too much for me, that’s all..” you spoke softly, hearing that reply just helped to sooth his heart a bit yet still murmured small apologies into your neck

you both rested for awhile, mika on the other hand helped to soothe your body a bit with a gentle massage, easing you through the slight strain your body has from the position you were in. once he’s all done, he offered you a warm bath together, wash off all the musky scent and stickiness from you both which you gladly accept

soon enough, both of you got too tired to even do anything else afterwards so you went to rest on the couch, just to fall asleep on his lap as he smiled at your figure, hand coming up to stroke your head with care, feeling like he’s lovestruck once again and whispered—

“sleep well, doll.. and thank you, for accepting me in your life..”

m me when mika.. he is so sweet that you can’t even get mad at him for unintentionally overstimulating you!! :( so please don’t break his heart guys.. sob

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How does Athena foil Apollo?

oh in so many ways… Love that you picked her. (Granted Athena herself, like all the gods who aren't Apollo, has had a relatively low amount of screentime in the rrverse so far, but I believe there's enough to paint a pretty complete picture if you read between the lines, and take into account what other characters - mainly Apollo and her children - say/imply of her. So.)

Athena is Zeus's favorite, I would argue even above Artemis, because she's the only one out of all the gods who never feels the need to resort to going behind his back in the course of the three pentalogies. She's the only member of the Olympian council that we know he actively seeks the advice of.

Apollo on the other hand, is possibly the least favored of Zeus' progeny in the present day. In Apollo’s own words, Zeus “hasn’t trusted [Apollo] for millennia”. By the time we meet him, Apollo has been left by his father barely any room to maneuver even within his own domains, as demonstrated by the fact that he can’t even independently choose to cede the reins of the sun chariot to anyone that Zeus might not approve of. He is the one Zeus immediately points to when he needs a scapegoat. He gets hit with a punishment so harsh it's quite literally a miracle he survived, to the point that we find ourselves wondering, in the end, if he was actually meant to.

But it wasn't always like this. Once upon a time Apollo too enjoyed Zeus' favor. He and Athena both used to be Zeus' main enforcers and right hand people. We still see evidence of this in the kind of relationship they seem to have. 

Athena is the only one of Apollo’s family members whose counsel he explicitly wishes he could ask during his trials, as opposed to his wishing for material help from most of everybody else. She is the only one of the gods to openly speak against Apollo’s punishment, right in front of Zeus too. She words her disapproval carefully enough that she retains plausible deniability, but just barely. And she alone bets on Apollo’s survival in Hermes’ pool. In that last council scene, she and Apollo are able to silently communicate with just a glance. It’s clear that they share some deep camaraderie, an old well established ease with each other that the recent distance between them has not diminished. 

We’re never given the full explanation, but it’s not hard to figure out how their paths must have diverged. It’s not even hard to figure out why. Apollo’s ruled by his heart, while Athena can’t fathom following anything but her brain. As Apollo started more and more chafing under their father's rules, more and more refusing compliance, Athena clearly made the opposite choice. Nowadays they play opposite roles: the beautiful fool and the dutiful lieutenant. Everything about the way Apollo chooses to present himself is a middle finger to his father, whereas Athena is the staunchest of Zeus loyalists. 

And yet it looks like they still have a lot of respect for each other. Which isn’t surprising because they have some significant similarities despite their very different characters. Firstly: they share a similar sense of responsibility. It’s undeniable that Athena takes their job very seriously, and much as it may seem that Apollo has the opposite attitude on the surface, we know, having reached the end of TOA, that that was never the truth. Secondly, they are both extremely intelligent and acutely aware of it. They both expect to be the smartest person in the room at any given time. And they are right except of course for when they are wrong bc their intelligence most definitely does not prevent them from being also incredibly dumb. You may be wondering how can I so confidently make this latter assertion, since we never get a peek into Athena’s head, but I think Annabeth saying that the first lesson Athena’s kids must learn is that “mom is always right and don’t you ever dare suggest otherwise” backs me up here.

On this note, it’s interesting to observe that Athena’s children and Apollo’s children both display a strikingly unusual amount of faith/confidence in their divine parents, compared to… basically all the other demigods. 

Annabeth won’t ever stop singing Athena’s praises/boasting about being her daughter, even as she makes comments like the one I cited above. And Will famously stood in front of the army that was about to raze CHB to the ground in Apollo’s name and called bullshit on the idea that his father would ever approve of such a thing with enough conviction that the matter was considered settled and nobody even for a second thought of doubting Apollo afterwards. 

And yet “dad is always right” is very obviously not an idea that has ever entered the mind of any of Apollo’s children. They show absolutely no reverence, let alone fear, toward their father. Will doesn’t hesitate to legit SCOLD Apollo in front of the whole camp in THO. The loyalty that Apollo’s children have toward their father is nothing like that of the Athena kids toward their mother. In this too it seems like Athena has chosen to stick to the path traced by Zeus, while Apollo has rejected it.

But their divisions aren’t irreconcilable, and that little secret nod she gives Apollo at the end of TON proves it. Remember when I said Athena is the only one out of all the gods who never feels the need to resort to doing stuff behind Zeus’ back? That changes here. For the very first time, we see her take initiative without her father’s knowledge or consent.

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I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.

I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)

AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.

i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!

and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).

The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.

I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.

I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)

i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!

oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered

okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case

he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)

bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine

“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit

also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature

like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!

AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕

“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!

and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing

the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)

i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk

ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)

UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕

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Minos/Gabe shibari but specifically the aftercare part + some more bc have you ever untangled a mess of ropes? It takes so goddamn long

"Mmm... Don't like this."

Minos reflexively leaned over him before his playful tone registered. He turned back to his work. "I did say ropes would be too much work for sessions short as this." His voice turned petulant. "But alas, my dearest angel is a too stubborn man who thinks with his loins instead of his mind. Tragic, really, how my heart still yearns for him."

Gabriel bumped his head affectionatedly against Minos' hip, laughing. He could help, but he's enjoying Minos' dramatic grumbling too much to really try.

The two of them were on their shared bed, surrounded by a puddle of ropes. Minos was unwrapping the last tie holding him suspended. From his position, bent over and practically laying on Minos' propped up thigh, the king makes for a very pretty sight. He wanted to run his hands up Minos' sides, but his forearms were still tied to his feet and if he wiggled too hard he would end up faceplanting on the bed. At least he could close his legs now.

There's a gentle tap against his neck before a firm hand supported his chest.

"Brace now."

The tie came loose and he was eased down to the mattress. Minos rubbed soothingly cool hands against the red marks across his ribcage. It's so nice until Minos started on undoing the knots holding his arms and legs together. He groaned and buried his face harder into the mattress. Somewhere above him, Minos chuckled. Bastard.

"This won't take as long." An arm snaked under him, Minos' chest pressed to his back, crowned head sighing against his shoulder. "Thou art simply the most, my dear."

Okay maybe it's not so bad.

As soon as he's no longer bound (and Minos got a chance to check his wrists and ankles), he was guided into a sitting position to give Minos access to the knots and twists on his body harness, starting with the decorative little bow at the base of his neck.

"Well done, Gabriel. Almost there..."

He leaned back, baring himself to Minos. The feeling of being a wrapped up gift in Minos' hands came back to him, and the sensation of the ropes sliding against his skin doesn't help. He shivered as the section of rope around his hips and thighs came loose, sticky with release, smearing on him with each loop Minos fed them back through.

His reaction did not escape Minos' careful watch. A hand caressed his collarbones from behind.

"Oh Gabriel... Art thou in want of more?" There's a hunger in Minos' voice. Unbeknownst to Gabriel, the way he looked, wrapped up and whining, giggly and so, so trusting, has had Minos' guts stirring for a good while.

Gabriel curled into Minos' hand until it rested on his cheek. "May I, please?" He knew Minos wouldn't deny him this, but the soft hiss he let out when Gabriel asked him, begged him like that was too good.

Wordlessly, Minos grabbed hold of the anchor point between his shoulder blades and pulled. The way his hips bucked at such a small gesture was downright whorish.

Maybe this would be a longer session, after all.

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"𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊." - akashi takeomi x fem!reader

synopsis :: takeomi is needy. he thinks it won't be a problem if he steals you away for a little while.

cw :: 18+ smut, mdni. established relationship. reader wears a dress. babysitting. tw kids mentioned briefly. quickie. use of baby, princess, doll. grinding. wall sex + unprotected. creampie. takeomi & reader are in their early 20's. (wc :: 1.5k)

an :: writing for takeomi bc he deserves more love <3 also this was p rushed sorry for any errors !!

MINORS DNI. tr masterlist @tokyometronetwork

"how much time do we have?"

"10 minutes—tops." takeomi speaks quietly from above you.

you've been at the akashi's house for most of the day, helping your boyfriend babysit his two younger siblings. you mostly come here for him—but you enjoy senju and haruchiyo's company, the two little kids have slithered their way into your heart and now have a special place in your life.

it brightens up your day when you see them—they're like rays of sunshine, definitely unlike their older brother. the two kids are surely a handful, but you love them as if they were your own.

"well, they're definitely distracted now," you say, peering over at senju and haruchiyo—both of them sitting in the living room watching tv, "i doubt it'll last longer than that, though."

takeomi rests one large hand on your waist, he stands over you, sneakily watching his younger siblings to make sure they'll be occupied for long enough for you two to sneak away.

you grab his hand and start making your way to his bedroom, "c'mon, we don't have much time. better make it worth it, loverboy." you wink at him, a cheeky smile on your face.

you pull him to his room at the end of the hallway, he closes the door and pushes you up against it—his body big, and towering over yours.

"all of this just because you couldn't wait till tonight," you giggle in between kisses, throwing your arms around his neck.

"can't blame me. you look so fucking cute takin' care of my siblings." he kisses up the column of your neck, breathing in your scent. "this sundress is driving me insane."

you whine when he bites harshly on a sensitive spot by your ear, then licking it to ease the throbbing pain. "o-omi,"

his hands wander all of you, grabbing and groping. one of them comes up to harshly pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress.

"y'see these?" he groans, cupping your chest in his hands, "fuckin' perfect." he squeezes them hard, pulling a moan from you before you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling any sounds.

you're not sure how long senju and haru will be occupied—but you definitely know that if you're too loud, they'll come investigating.

your other hand is tugging on the hair of his nape, making him groan loudly in response. he pulls down the straps of your dress, slowly undoing the top half, "fuck, baby." he half-whispers.

"so fuckin' pretty." kissing down the expanse of your chest, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep quiet as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple. his left hand works simultaneously on your other breast, tugging on the sensitive skin.

"s-shit, omi!" you whine, throwing your head back, resting it on the door.

you arch your back to get more of him, to feel more of his addicting mouth all over you, but you're stopped when his hand comes down to your hip to firmly hold you in place.

"patience, baby. i'll give you what you want."

"we-we're taking too long," you whimper impatiently.

"tch," he clicks his tongue and decides the best way to shut you up is by holding you by the neck, pulling your face to meet him. you let him slip his smooth tongue inside you—stealing your breath away.

he groans softly into your mouth, savoring your taste. a taste that he could never get enough of, something that he's sure is addicting to him. his hands slither down your body where they reach under your dress, slipping them inside to trace the lining of your panties.

"o-omi, please," you whimper, the grip you have on the front of his shirt tightening.

"i know. i know, baby." he lifts your leg so that one thigh is wrapped around his waist. one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear.

your hips involuntarily buck into his palm, using him to pleasure yourself. he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "feels s'good,"

he chuckles, "you're already soaking, were you that needy? did you want me to fuck you that bad, doll?"

the humiliation makes heat rush all the way to your ears, and you shyly look away from him but your hips don't stop grinding against his hand.

"don' wanna be prepped," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.

"wasn't planning on it." he roughly shoves the rest of your dress above your waist, bending down and lifting you up from under your thighs.

"takeomi—!"

"shh, you're being too loud." he cuts you off, two of his fingers come down to move your panties to the side. "unzip my pants, princess."

you do as you're told, and his cock slips out from the confines of his pants. it's long and leaking, his dark pink tip lightly lubricated from his own pre cum.

"oh, shit. so fuckin' wet." the thick head of his cock runs through your wet folds back and forth—occasionally massaging your clit and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"n-need you inside, omi, please." you ache in need for him, and for him to just fill you up and fuck you senseless.

he doesn't wait any longer, pressing his pulsing cock straight into your fluttering hole. you both moan at the feeling of the intrusion. he can never get over how you feel—always so soft and pliant, ready to take him anytime he wants.

"so warm, baby." the stretch burns—but you won't deny that it makes it more pleasurable when it hurts a little.

suddenly, just before he's about to thrust up inside you, you hear senju's voice yell in the hallway.

"takeee!” her voice travels through the door of takeomi's bedroom, "where'd you guys go?"

both of you freeze, and his hand comes up to shove two of his fingers into your mouth—keeping you quiet.

he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head onto your shoulder, "we'll be out in a bit, senju."

"i'm hungry!"

"just give me five more minutes!" he forces out, trying his best to make his voice as even as possible. it's even harder to do because of the way your walls flutter and spasm around his length.

"hurry up!" she commands, and you both breathe out a sigh when you hear her footsteps travel across the hall and back into the living room.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "better be quick then." and before you have a chance to reply he thrusts up harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

your teeth bite the inside of your mouth, and you think you draw blood but at this point you can't seem to worry about anything except the drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

"perfect-so perfect f'me." he grunts, trailing kisses up your neck. your hands grip tight on his shoulders.

with the way he's angled right now, the way he's thrusting up into you—every time his hips move forward the soft hair of his pubic bone rubs against your clit just right. it makes you see stars, the pleasure overwhelms you.

"a-ah! omi—right there!"

"here, baby?" he hits the same spot, and you let out a small sob—he just feels so fucking good.

"don't stop," you say as he continues to ram his cock inside you, his thick tip nudging against your g-spot.

he brings two fingers in between your bodies to play with your clit, stimulating you even further. he pinches and strokes all while you're trying your hardest to keep your moans suppressed.

"fuck—you gonna cum?" he grunts, throwing his head back, "squeezing me so tight, c-cum with me, baby."

that's all it takes to throw you off the edge, gasping out as you cum on his cock. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

"s'good, omi!" his lips meet yours, swallowing all your cries. you're unable to kiss him back, barely even able to control your body as it jerks to meet his thrusts.

his grip on the back of your thighs hurts, but a few more thrusts and he follows, releasing deep inside you, filling you all the way with his warm, sticky seed.

he slows himself, resting his forehead on yours as you both try and catch your breaths. it's quiet after that, he pulls himself out and helps you dress.

"we can't do this again, omi." you giggle. "i don't want us to get caught."

"i couldn't help myself," he plants a kiss on your forehead. "we should get back."

your legs are wobbly, and your thighs burn as you hold on to him while walking back to the living room.

"what took you guys so long?!" haru pouts.

takeomi takes a second before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "we were building a lego set."

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