#god I want intimacy so fucking bad too ugh

[jaebeomsbitch]

Victorian Wh*re (R.R)

Summary: Roman suggests maybe you can watch each other touch yourselves. Fem reader!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI, mutual masturbation, swearing,

A/N: We're bringing back the dildo thing in the next fic! God I just know it would drive him crazy but also he'd feel so insanely bad about himself after. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

“You diddle yourself, I diddle myself come on it’ll be a fuckin’ disgusting fuck fest” Roman says. He’s always the one to initiate any intimate moments between you two because you knew how uncomfortable he was with it all. It’s like his body wants it, craves it but his mind immediately snaps him out of it when things get too far. You hadn’t gotten past phone sex which was even surprising to you. You didn’t know much about Roman’s sexual issues because he isn’t the most emotionally available person.

“Can you even…” you don’t finish the sentence. Your mind immediately travels to the image. The way his mouth hangs open, his hips twitching, that vein on his forehead popping out as he pants for breath. You can always admit that your…boyfriend? Whatever he was, was attractive. And although he has a vulgar personality you can’t help but look at the way his lips move or the way he perfectly quirks his mouth into a smirk. Meeting Roman made you realize you probably had odontophilia, your eyes always trained on his mouth. Something that Roman has picked up on but he’s yet to use as ammunition. Something about the way he has sharp canine teeth turns you on. Maybe it’s some sort of primal urge in you, like in caveman days he’d probably be really good at eating raw meat. 

“Oh fuck off! Yes I can jerk off, I jerk off so much I’m surprised I still have skin,” he says. You can’t help but laugh at his admission. 

“God you sound like a teenage boy,” you shake your head. His hazel eyes narrow at your little chuckle. 

“You want me to prove it to you?” He asks, eyebrow quirked, lips pressed into a slight grin. You look at him for a second.

“Oh you’re serious. Can- can you even get it up?” The words leave your mouth before you can think. As much as you always love your back and forth with Roman you never liked poking fun at his sexual trauma.

“Well…just— just try it with me and you’ll see,” he says, that grin a little wider but his eyes hold a certain vulnerability. 

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second as you press your head into the pillow. Are you really gonna do this? It’d be better than that time he tried to have sex with you and ended up dry humping your thigh for two seconds before just giving up and turning away. He didn’t let you comfort him either which only made it worse. 

A part of you was scared of crossing this line with Roman, you didn’t want to scare him off and create only more bad sexual experiences for him. But, you did feel pent up, would you mind if he just watched you if he couldn’t touch himself? 

“Ugh, fine,” you finally say, deciding to get out of your head. If he felt comfortable enough to do this with you then you’d let him. You didn’t want to deny him that part of himself, especially when you know how much he struggles with intimacy. 

“Throw me some pillows,” you say. Making a pile of them at the foot of the bed. You situate yourself so you’re half sitting half lying down. You have a clear view of him as you lay diagonal from him. He sits leaning against the headboard, you can see the way he gulps down his saliva. Was he expecting you to deny him?

“We can do this another time,” you say, giving him an out to say no. 

“What are you scared?” He taunts but his voice sounds a little broken. 

“I’m serious Rome, if you’re not ready you’re not ready,” you say, actually addressing the problem. 

“Oh fuck off, you got a fuck up vag or something? Oh god it’s fucked up isn’t it? Like a fucking acid explosion down there?” He says. 

You laugh, “on the contrary, all my partners have said I have a ‘pretty pussy’” you say laughing. It wasn’t true but you weren’t ashamed of your vulva, why should you be? Everyone’s look different. 

“Well I’ve gotten quite a few people thirsting over my cock. Said they wanted to make a mold of it or something. Oh those sick fucks probably would make a dildo and fuck themself with it,” he says. 

“Wait, why is that kind of a good idea?” You say. 

“What?” His attention snaps back to you. 

“Well if you can’t fuck me, then give me a replica of your cock. Then I’d at least know what it feels like,” you grin up at him. He’d probably love it, seeing you moan at the feeling of his rubber cock in you. 

“See, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he says.

“Did I ever deny it?” You bite back. He looks at you for a second almost shocked before he snaps out of it. 

“Well it’ll happen one day,” he says a little sadly. 

“Hmm, one day,” you nod. 

“Okay it’s time to jerk off~” He sing songs, clapping his hands. 

“You want me to touch myself dry? You gotta give me some material to work with,” you grumble. 

“I mean just look at me,” he flexes his muscles. 

“Okay well you’re fully clothed and I don’t think you’re necessarily up for removing them,” you say. 

“You need me to expose an ankle or something. ‘Ooh I’m a baaad Victorian girl’” he says in a faux sexy voice, putting a finger on his lip and pretending to act coy, his leg stretched out dramatically to show off his right ankle.

“Oh yeah, that ankle has got me turned on beyond belief,” You laugh.

“No seriously, I’m gonna need to watch a video or something. I’m not exactly revved up right now,” you ignore the way he wiggles his ankle at you. 

“Okay fucking Toyota calm down,” he says. 

“Well-- maybe you start? It’ll give me some inspiration… hopefully,” you smirk. 

“Not a problem, I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. Ugh your ankle and knees are out? You whore,” his eyes run over the expanse of your legs. You can’t help but flex your feet in response. 

“Oh you’re hard at that? Well I can do so much better. Shit, I think if I flashed you, you’d fuckin cum in your pants,” you laugh.

“That’s a challenge I’m willing to bet on. I’d like to see you try,” he says, eyes half lidded. His hand sliding towards the bulge in his sleep pants. 

“Yeah?” You breathe. Oh this was getting real. He silently nods, the palm of his hand rubbing at the fabric. He tips his head back to lean against the headboard, his eyes trained on your body. They flicker towards different parts quickly like he’s unsure where to look. 

“Just fuck— take ‘em out,” he groans, his voice a little too desperate for his liking. 

“You’re a sick fucking pervert,” you say but the demand certainly sounds intriguing. He’s touching himself as you’re fully clothed, how would he react if he saw something… new? He shudders at your words but you don’t seem to realize it. Maybe it’s just because he hasn’t jerked off in a long time or something. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m a sick fuck,” he replies, trying to make it sound like a joke but there’s something there. A new tone you don’t recognize. It’s like you start to see Roman in a different light. Maybe you didn’t see him as a sexual person before but you’re definitely seeing it now, as his hips slowly tip to meet the palm of his hand. Shit why was this kind of hot? You’re definitely wet now, as you look at him, small whines in the back of his throat threatening to spill out. He keeps his mouth shut, embarrassed that he’s already worked up.

If he wants a show you’ll give him a fucking show, you bunch up your baggy sleep shirt. Your nipples perking at the cold air.

“Ooh fuck,” he moans, eyes trained on your chest. You decide to give him a show. If this was your only time doing this you had to make it memorable. Your hands slide up your ribs to cup your breasts, your thumb brushing over the taunt nipples.

“Ooh,” your breath hitches at the sensation, watching as his hand moves faster against his cock. 

“Put it in,” you moan, eyes trained on his hand. 

“What?” He chokes.

“Put your hand in there, you can’t just rub it all day. Touch yourself for real,” you say, eyes flicking up towards his. You notice the way his canines dig into his bottom lip. Fuck… your hand absentmindedly slides into your sleep shorts, your finger slowly circling your clit as you see him put his hand in his pajama pants. The fabric straining against his moving hand. 

Maybe it’s time to try out your new theory. “Fuck, you’re disgusting Roman. Look at you” you groan, finger pressing into yourself. His eyes flick towards yours, he can tell he’s turning you on. You wish you could mean it though, the words come out all breathy as you slide your middle finger in and out. You wish you could say any of your next words with conviction but your breath hitches when you see his mouth hung agape, his eyes closing for a second before looking at you hungrily. His gaze trained on the movement of your shorts. 

Fuck! There wasn’t enough space in them to reach your sweet spot so you quickly slide the fabric down your legs. You bend your knees to give him the perfect view of your finger sliding in and out in your cunt. 

“Oh fuck” He moans, eyes almost staring holes through your flesh. 

“God, you’d fucking love to watch me fuck myself with a dildo of your cock wouldn’t you? It the only way you’d ever fuck me. You’re a fucking sicko,” You whine the last part, your fingers relentlessly hitting the squishy part inside of you. Your other hand slithers around until it finds your clit, your fingers move quickly as you see Roman is close. 

He’s practically fucking his hand, his mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Ooh Fuck, yeah. I’d fuckin’ love it. W-want to see your face stretch around my… F-f-fuck!” He moans. 

His head slamming backwards into the headboard with a loud thud but he’s too caught up in this. Jerking off was something but this? This was so much different. The air crackles with your attraction for one another. You’d felt attracted to Roman in your weak moments sure but now, now you felt like you just opened a can of worms. Like crossing this line is going to make you crave more of him. 

“You’re close aren’t you? One look at me touching myself and you’re cumming in your pants like a fucking virgin,” You taunt, but your words have no real bite. It doesn't matter how harshly you say it, you want this. Want to see him ruin his expensive sleep pants, watch the way his eyes roll back and how his teeth will rip his lip open. 

“F-fuck M’close,” He slurs, his eyes half-closed but he keeps them open. He wants to keep this memory burned into his brain. He never wants to forget the sounds you make and the way your legs slightly shake as you circle your clit. 

“Shiiit me too. Let me see you cum,” You say, your voice higher pitched than normal as you try and stave off your release. Your eyes flutter, threatening to close shut but you force them open. You weren’t losing this experience. It’s almost like the aurora borealis but much more rare and a lot prettier. 

“Oh f-Uck,” He whines, his hips bucking wildly against his hand. Until you see them stutter, his canines digging into his bottom lip to try and keep himself quiet, his chest heaves, stomach twitching violently at the feeling of this new release. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” He groans, his cock twitching in his hand as the spurts of cum paint the inside of his boxers. The sticky mess seeping into the fabric of his pajama pants. He finally lets his cock go, taking his hand out from the waistband. You can see the glistening of his cum coating his hand as you work yourself faster. 

“Shi-it,” you shiver, the heat in your stomach building and building. It feels like you’re an old house caught on fire, your whole body sweating, your legs starting to tremble as you maintain eye contact with Roman. 

“Let me taste it,” You grunt, in between moans. 

“W-what?” Roman says confused. His mind is still on cloud nine as he licks away the drops of blood on his lip. 

“Roman I swear to fucking God I will fucking–” You can’t think of a decent insult, your mind turning to mush as you watch him carefully but enthusiastically crawl over to you. He smears his cum on your lips, his fingers prodding at the seam of your mouth until you relent. You eagerly lick at his hand, the fire builds more, the foundation of the house collapsing as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. 

“Ooh,” He shivers, his voice lower than normal as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth. The cadence in his voice pushes you over the edge. Your entire body tenses up for a second before everything releases. You moan around his fingers, accidentally biting down on the flesh as your eyes roll backward. Roman watches you, you almost look possessed as you whine around his fingers, your body going completely limp. 

“C-can I?” You hear Roman ask but you aren’t really listening, not that you’d expect it anyway. Roman was one to take and never to ask. You languidly nod your head, the heat of Roman’s thighs pressing into the side of your leg is the only thing keeping you grounded.

That is until you feel him remove his hand from your mouth. His saliva coated fingers wrapping around your wrist as he uses your sticky fingers to dip into your cunt like a dunkaroo and scoop your cum, your eyes widen at the intrusion and boldness of it all. He brings your fingers to his mouth, the sharpness of his canines brushing the pads of your fingers as he cleans your fingers off.

“Oh f-fuck, Rome,” You moan, your eyes barely open watching him commit this obscene act. He knew about your weakness, he noticed the way you stared at him with that far away look when he bit into his thumb. 

Your thighs still twitch in the aftershocks of your intense moment. Your fingers are long clean but the tips of his teeth press into your fingers before he lets your wrist fall. He retreats back to his corner of the bed. You lower your shirt back down over your chest and slide on your underwear leaving your shorts lost somewhere in the sheets. You sigh as you lean your head back into the mound of pillows. 

“So was it as hideous as you thought? Worse than a mangled up ball of rotting flesh?” You joke with a twinkle in your eyes as you look at him.

“Oh definitely fucking worse, I had to stop myself from gagging it was so disgusting,” He says, a small smile on his lips and something different in his eyes. You can’t pinpoint it but something has changed. 

“You know, your ankle had me a lot more aroused than I was expecting,” You laugh. 

“Yeah? I got better ankles than a fucking marathon runner. I could put those victorian whores to shame… really fuck up their business,” He says sinking into the sheets. 

“Oh yeah? How much would you charge?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck was your life?

“I don’t know, like five grand at the minimum. I only want the rich fucks looking at my ankles especially if I’m gonna have to look at old men jerk off” He says, dramatically shuddering in disgust. 

“...I’ve got five grand, when's your next available appointment?” You ask looking back at him. His eyes meet yours. 

“Yeah?” He asks, seeming to speak without actually speaking about it, a big grin on his face. 

“I’m good for the money,” You say, a small smile on your lips. You both lay there in silence, what you just did hanging in the air. Roman somehow feels lighter. Sure he’d still have difficult days, days where he can’t stand to look down at his body or days when you hold him while you sleep and he silently cries but he had this. He was capable of some sort of intimate relationship even if it was unconventional. 

You grab a pillow and crawl over to your side of the bed and lie down. 

“Roman?” You whisper, a little afraid of pissing him off especially after all this. 

“Hmm? Need another look at my ankles, this one’s gonna cost you double,” He says, lazily turning his head to look at you. 

“Only if you throw in a free elbow,” You smile, cuddling into your pillow. 

“That can be arranged, which one though?” He asks, placing his hands underneath his head as he mimics your position. 

Your eyes flick to his already exposed elbows, “Right, definitely the right.”

“Sure, I’ll throw it in only because you’ve been a loyal customer,” He says, hazel eyes searching through yours.

“I’ll continue to be loyal,” You try to reassure him. He doesn’t say anything, no smart quip, just an ever so slight nod as he closes his eyes. You can't help but stare at his face, at the slight stubble, the freckles painted onto the bridge of his nose.

“Stop staring or I’m gonna have to charge you by the second,” He says, his eyes still closed. 

“That’s okay, my boyfriend is a billionaire,” You whisper, scooting closer to him. 

“Boyfriend?” He whispers like the word is foreign. Your fingertips brush his hair out of his face. Everything was okay, you were both okay. He was your Victorian whore and you were all too willing to pay his hefty price. 

[mommyscuckboi]

Consciousness snapping back into my body as I startle awake in my bed. I lay there completely still, heart thumping in my chest and ears. As I try to silence the pounding, I reach out with all my senses to find the cause of my waking.

Nothing.

The faint click of a door latch finding its home confirming it wasn’t a dream. Someone had just closed the front door. Half panicked, blood rushing to my ears making them hot with each contraction of my heart, I start to panic.  But I remember mom and dad are home. I am safe.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I abandon the warmth and safety of my childhood bed and crack the door to investigate. I hear the low murmurs of voices. I press the issue, poking my head out the door.

"So, how did you two meet", a sweet melodious woman's voice asks. But I didn’t recognize it. I look at the clock... midnight? What is going on?

I had to know... hoping…

Sneaking from my room, I find my comfy spot on the shag carpet at the top of our 2 story home. This was not the first time I had spied on my parents. I knew that if I stayed on the wall next to my room at the top of the stairs I could hear everything that was happening while being securely hidden from sight. Seeing what they were up to was always more risky, but more often than not, they were too busy to notice me.

"How long have you two been in the life?", a deep, booming, unfamiliar, but inviting male voice asked.

My heart starts racing. But the blood wasn't rushing to my ears in fear... no, not this time. My tight sweet 16 year old cunt was now completely engorged and dripping juice down my thigh.

It was going to be a good night...or so I hoped.

My name is Madison. I am 16. I am a slut. I am a deviant. I live to suck and fuck! I haven’t met a cunt or cock that I didn’t want. You may think I’m too young to be this dirty. All I can say is I was born this way. I found my wet cave and the bean that guards its entrance before I was even in grade school and I have never stopped playing with it since. It has been my best friend, my comfort, my love in the dark. It is what brings joy to my life.

My parents have always been sex positive, never shying away from a factual conversation about the beast with two backs. They made no bones that while some say sex is sacred, and they can appreciate the perspective, they prefer to see it as fun. An opportunity to share intimacy, kink, and gratification. Bodies were meant for pleasure. I always knew they were not the same as other parents. And loved them more for it.

I have spent years listening expectantly night after night either hearing them have sex through the walls or trying to catch them in the act. Other kids talk about how gross and traumatizing it would be to walk in on their parents fucking and all I wanted to do was watch them,  even join them. I have often filled my hungry holes and flicked my pearl while thinking about my parents moaning in their sweet agony. Even in their late 40s, they fuck like rockstars…or so I imagined based on the sounds emanating from their room. Until I figured how to confirm my theory.

It's not like they are stunningly gorgeous, but their lust and love for each other is undeniable and intoxicating.  Hearing the pleasure they give each other… it just wasn’t possible not to join in. I still remember the first time I came at the same time as Mom.

Oh fuck baby! God, your pussy feels so fucking tight!

I know Daddy! Your fist ruined my filthy cunt. It’s so swollen and sore. Ugh,wait wait wait. No that hurts Daddy.

Too bad babygirl, you’re Daddy’s filthy cunt and you deserve this. You’re just my little cock sleeve aren’t you?

Fuuuuuuuck…YES Daddy! Give it to me! I want it!

My eyes fluttered open to this cuming through the walls of my parents’ bedroom into mine when I was 13. I believe this was the night that confirmed my undeniable depravity and began my journey into fulfilling my deepest desires to be the slutty kinkster I am at the tender age of 16 and plan to be until I die.

I had been masturbating for 9 years by now. At first it was just a little play in the bathtub or as I was going to sleep. But by the time I was 7 I had already had my first orgasm. It was like little sparklers in my belly. Other kids sucked their thumbs or binkies to soothe themselves. I preferred a more personal touch. I started by rubbing my little pebble, but before long I was dipping one then two and even three fingers into my babygirl cave. It was always sopping wet, even before I started bleeding as a woman. I wish I could say I lost my virginity to a boy but I broke my own hymen fucking myself with a Zucchini when I was 10.

From then on, nothing was safe! Anything I could fit in it (and some things that didn’t fit and started stretching me out) found their way into my greedy hole. I was a natural born cock whore! I would spend hours fantasizing about being fucked by older men and how I wanted them to take me and share me with their friends. I taught myself to deep throat all kinds of vegetables, reveling in choking and crying on my imaginary member.

But a whole new level of perversion was born on that fateful night at 13.

Fuck babygirl! Fuck! I’m going to cum!

Yes Daddy! Fill me up! I need it deep inside me!

As I heard my Dad about to cum in my Mom, I felt my pussy drench my nightgown. I couldn’t stop myself from touching my hard little clit. In that moment all I could think was how I wanted to feel what my Mom was feeling. I wanted my pussy stretched out and filled with cum! I started flicking and rubbing myself with my left hand, while my right found its way to my little nipples that I started pinching and twisting. The ecstasy was cumming fast. Too fast…no, no, I forced myself to stop. I wanted to hold it off until they were done. I wanted to cum when my Mom did.

Uuuuuggghhhh….Fuuuuuuuck…

Oof, Thank you Daddy! That was a big load! I can feel it leaking out already.

I have an idea Daddy… lay on your back. I’m going to use your own cum as lube to fist that greedy asshole!

Oh my God babygirl! I don’t know if I can handle that after I just came!

But Daddy, pleeeeease!!! I really want to hear you moan the way you do! – whining like a lusty babygirl.

What the fuck, I thought?! My Dad takes it in the ass?? As the thought settled into my lizard brain, my fingers danced feverishly over my clit. I had never been so wet! No, no, slow down! I had to repeat the mantra over and over as I edged my 13 year old clit until my whole being was screaming to let the fireworks explode. I could tell, this would not be any little small town fireworks show. This was going to be the biggest show I’d ever put on! I left the bean alone and slipped two fingers in my greedy cave and continued to torture my poor nipples.

Wooooooooffff…ffffuuuuuuckckck!! Oh my God babygirl! That was not gentle!

Male whimpers and groans continued to seep into my room and crawl into my guts, awaking a beast I didn’t know existed.

I know Daddy! I just needed to torture you a little tonight. This won’t be over quickly, but you will enjoy it!

I’m cumming! I’m cumming!

Daddy, you made such a mess! You peed all over and came again! Here, I think you need to taste your mess.

You’re very bratty tonight babygirl!

Groans of hedonistic pleasure continued to march through the walls, with the occasional crescendo and clap of cymbals announcing my Father had yet another assgasm. I knew that’s what it was as I had not long before that night started experimenting with my own starfish.

At this point I could only play with my nipples because if I even grazed my clit or cunt my orgasm would have been an inevitability. I did allow myself a taste of my sweet nectar, which turned into a feverish face fisting and sucking.

Vanilla! Vanilla! Babygirl, vanilla!

In a pouty voice… are you sure Daddy?? I was having so much fun. Can I have just one more?? Pleeeeeeeaaase!! I’ll be such a good girl! I promise!

Ok, ok, babygirl! Just give me a second to catch my breath.

Dad was panting and groaning trying to prepare.

No Daddy, babygirl wants it now!

Aaaaagggghhh! Oh my God! I love you! I hate you! I love you! I hate you!  What are you doing to me! How far in did you get??

Oh Daddy, you should be so proud, I’m almost to my elbow!

Are you fucking kidding me?? You can take a fist up your ass to your elbow, I gasped in my head. Now I couldn’t even touch my nipples. I knew I had to have that! If you could fist an ass, why not a pussy??? I want it all! Fill me up!

That’s such a good Daddy! Thaaaank yoooou!! I wuv you soooo much! Look more cum and piss, does Daddy want it??

Yes babygirl, you know I Love it!

How does my babygirl want to cum tonight?

Oh thank god! It’s Mom’s turn! I get to cum!

In an excited babygirl voice: I want it rough Daddy!

Are you sure babygirl? I already fisted you earlier?

Yes Daddy, I’m sure! I want you to break me!

Jesus, my parents are fucking freaks! I always wondered where I got my perversion…well now I know! Fucking jesus! My pussy was poofy, leaking, and aching for the release that was cumming. The build up of pressure was getting unbearable. There was physical pressure inside my cunt. This was going to be good!

Give me the lube! Good girl. Give me your left foot.

I heard what sounded like velcro.

Now give me the other.

Later, when they weren’t home, I went and snooped in their room. They had a harness system rigged to the wall behind their bed so that legs could be strapped in to hold them up and open. I had heard the same noise earlier, but it didn’t register…they must have done the same to my Dad for his ass fisting.

Almost inaudible gasps and squelching started make their way into my room.

Is that good babygirl?

Yes Daddy, but I want more, please. Please Daddy.

This was almost too much, hearing my Mom beg like a little fucking whore for more. I allowed myself to start flicking the bean again. I had to go very slow to match Mom…I was determined to cum when she did.

Ooooooooofuckinggoooood!!!!

Aaaahhhh, that’s what my babygirl wanted? You needed that whole fist in your gaping cunt!

Yeeeeeesssss Daddy! Thank you!!

If you liked that, then you will love this!

Fuuuuuuuuckdaaaaaaddddyyyy!!!!

Uh hu! That’s what I thought! A second fist in that hungry ass!! How about I go back and forth?? Would you like that babygirl??

As Mom started whining and groaning in what sounded like sweet bliss laced with just the right amount of pain, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I was a mess of finger in my pussy, in my mouth, tweaking my nipples…it was a chaotic disorganized expression of young teen ecstasy.

You want to taste your ass don’t you?  You need to be choked and punished for fisting Daddy when he wasn’t ready?!

A whimpering almost inaudible little girl voice responded: Yes Daddy. I was a bad little brat.

The gurgling sounds of fingers being shoved down a throat wafted in to my room. A deep and overwhelming silence that seemed to last forever followed. So profound was the silence that I almost stopped my feverish pace of self abuse. But then came the gasp of a desperate reaching for oxygen that cums from being deprived almost to the point of blacking out.

That’s a good babygirl! That’s what you need.

Yes Daddy, thank you… barely audible as Mom was still regaining her senses.

Are you ready to cum little one??

Here we go, Yes Daddy, I’m ready to cum, I thought!

Yes Daddy, please I need it!

I can’t even describe the sounds that followed! I could only imagine how Daddy was ruining Mom’s filthy cunt and ass! Her sounds were intoxicating, as he said repeatedly…

Take it you filthy cum bucket! I love stretching out your hungry holes for all those big cocks you like to take!

Wait what?? What the fuck did he just say?? Does Mom get to live my fantasies?? Does she get to be fucked and shared?? I couldn’t hold it back anymore! This was just too much!

To this day I don’t know if they heard me, but I know I screamed at the same time that Mom let loose her vocalized pleasure, pain, ecstasy, and depravity.

My whole body shook and convulsed as I rubbed my entire gash furiously! Before I knew what was happening, I was drenched. My nightgown was drenched. My sheets were soaked through. Apparently I’m a squirter. I sure hoped it didn’t fucking stain and dried by the morning.

It was the most intense and glorious experience of my life! Nothing I had experienced came even close to that exquisite climax. My Dad fisted my Mom and I got to feel the pleasure. I decided I was a filthy fuck pig, and needed to lick my hands clean and sleep in my mess.

Thank you Daddy, moaned Mom.

Yes, I whispered …thank you Daddy!

 

@his-hotwife-mommy-w-dragontattoo

[gregoftom]

I just finished ep5! I love this episode so much because of the deal tension!! My ass was SWEATING because I really thought they won't get the deal lmaooo plus shiv finally wins at something so that's always a plus to me lol

Now the tomgreg moments, why was greg calling tom 'Sir'??? What??? He was sticking so close to tom even though he wasn't even going on the same plane as him as hugo so unkindly remind him lol then tg strategizing together! And it's sweet to me that greg was so hyper conscious of how tom was doing, stealing glances etc, and IMMEDIATELY came to his rescue once he saw that tom was asking for help 🥺 I felt bad for him for getting laughed at by mattsson tho, anyways him mentioning greg not being on the list does that mean he's not actually invited to this annual meeting? That's so funny

YEAH damn it is tense!! and YES it’s nice when she actually gets something isn’t it 🤝

and AHHHHH god yeah!!!! the norway ep drives me absolutely insaaaaane, there is just this kind of Energy between tom and greg, god. the TUMMY PAT, greg constantly looking at tom’s mouth, them being on grounding that puts them at equal eye level while they strategise showing an extra level of intimacy, greg talking about sexual stuff as soon as he comes to tom, it’s endless. also this post of their touches and like, the top left of the blink and you’ll miss it bit, god greg is so damn touchy with tom, holding his arm and shit. ugh.

LMAO i know right, only feasible reason for greg to call tom that is because tom likes it [and greg likes it too] and LOL i love that too like hugo being like BITCH YOU AINT ON THE SAME PLANE and greg being like and? i don’t give a fuck, i need to check on my man 🔪 he was worried for him after what happened last time tom took a plane like that 🥺 god yeah it’s just. so good. good food. and do you mean wrt the kill list? greg isn’t on it bc matsson likes him and doesn’t want to gut him from the company o:

[stevethehairington]

5, 12, and 32 for the weird writer asks! <333

lexxx ty for sending this in!! <3

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

ooh hm honestly i don't really think i do? i feel like that's such a boring answer lmao but i really truly cannot think of anything for this one. like, i guess probably because i'm not really a super stitious (hah) person to begin with?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

ooooh. i think the first one would definitely be "i wish that i could finish a multichap fic" because good GOD do i want to do that so bad!! i have so many ideas for multichaps but there's just soo much that goes into those and even if i do start one i always seem to loose steam and never finish it so yeah. that absolutely would be a wish.

i think my second wish would be "i wish that i could pull the visual scenes from my head and have them pop out onto the page in perfect textual description and dialogue" LMAO. this just happens WAY too often where i have like THEE perfect image of the scene in my head, but when i sit down to like write it out it NEVER translates exactly the way i want it to (or maybe not never but definitely rarely or it takes a lot of work to get it there lol).

and my third wish would beeee hm maybe "i wish i could have time, motivation, and inspiration at the same time always" because ohohoh it is SO RARE to have all three at once lol.

(of course i would also make sure to phrase all of these in ways that they couldnt be twisted lmaooo - i see you sneaky genies)

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

OH OH OH THIS IS SO EASY TO ANSWER. okay so my favorite quote of A L L time is this one:

"soaping together is sacred to us. washing each other's shoulders. you can fuck anyone — but with whom can you sit in water?"

from while the child sleeps, sonya undresses by ilya kaminsky

god it's just my absolute favorite quote in the entire world because it's allllll about the tender nonsexual intimacy, which if you know me you know that that's like my favorite thing ever to read about and write about and think about skdljfs.

there's just something so so so vulnerable and beautiful about sharing yourself with someone else in this way. like yes, sex is an intimate thing, but this - bathing with someone, washing someone's hair, touching gently, tenderly with no other purpose other than to take care. THAT to me is even more intimate. like. you're getting emotionally naked with this kind of stuff, you're giving yourself over to someone else in a way that goes so much deeper, that peels back all the layers. you're putting your beating heart into someone else's hands and hoping they don't crush it to death. it's just ugh it means SO much to me. it's so beautiful and i just love exploring that kind of thing in writing and reading.

i know i found that quote on tumblr first lol, but i can't remember the specific context. i just know i saw it and instantly fell in love with it and it's so so important to me.

weird questions for writers

[evansbby]

all of part 1 aas my favourite i think because it was the most emotional for me personally.

*im so sorry this is so long i’m just really passionate about poyt5*

Anyway my specific favourite scene of part1 was defo steve’s fight with peter and the aftermath I think because it was so interesting seeing Steve battle with his emotions.Throughout poyt he’s always been so strong and confident and it was really exciting to see him confused and vulnerable.I was so glad Steve automatically assumed it was Peter who initiated the joss and beat the shit out of him because i was worried he would be angry with Omega like how he was when he saw her with Sam in poyt4.It also was so intense watching it all play out and i don’t know how to describe it but it was almost satisfying I guess to finally see Steve lose control(I know that sounds weird but i was literally like “beat his ass steve!”throught the fight)Also Omega absolutely slayed when she spoke up to tell Steve that she wouldn’t forgive him if he killed Peter.I felt like a proud parent.

OMG and when Peter have that big speech??!! I was so shocked I wasn’t expecting it at all(because he was on the brink of death i didn’t think he would’ve had the nerve LOL).And Steves reaction top it all oh my god.Again throughout poyt we’ve only really seen the confident side of steve (apart from poyt4)that’s so sure of himself and it was so refreshing to watch him physically battle his emotions.Also Steve having a panic attack?!?! wasn’t expecting that. Once again loved it because it was so different to the steve were used to seeing AND the way omega comforted him!!I was so proud of her,because that was the first time we’d seen her initiate any physical intimacy because normally she’s too shy!!That was so cute I literally felt my heart melting and when they sat there hugging eachother UGH LOVED IT!!!!!

It also made me giggle when Steve made Omega play that stupid game so he could justify asking her if she loved Peter,he’s so silly.

Now onto the part with Omegas Mom BECAUSE OH MY FUCKING GOD I WASNT EXPECTING THAT.Bestie I’m a sensitive girlie who cries easy you CANNOT do that to me without a warning!!! I was crying so hard bro even after I’d finished reading, as I was trying to fall asleep I was still crying feeling so bad for Omega.I cannot believe the nerve of that woman, she leaves her daughter with a letter she might not have even seen?!? and then attempts to justify her actions by saying “you could always look after yourself better than I ever could”. EXCUSE ME?!?!THATS BECAUSE YOU MADE HER HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HERSELF.Yeah that whole scene at her childhood home was incredibly emotional especially when she mentioned seeing the ghost of her younger self and started screaming after reading the letter(I’m literally tearing up as I type this)I loved steve’s reaction and when he said “we’ll be each-other’s homes”.That was such a beautiful full-circle moment because in the beginning he uses her relationship with her mom to manipulate her into being with him and instead this time he actually tries to comfort her instead of making her feel bad about it.God when she mentioned she’d wanted to die my heart shattered, poor Omega she’s so strong, but I was very proud of Steve I think he did a good job at comforting her.

Another thing I loved that wasn’t a part of part 1 was when they figured out that Steve got her pregnant the first time they got together and he was like “Well you see I told her doctor…” I laughed so hard it was so funny to his old cocky self appear for a moment. OH and when she kissed him and he was like “two months ago you could barley look at me let alone kiss me” I was blushing so hard I genuinely loved that bit like i know it’s a small moment but those are always my favourite. I don’t know how to describe it I was smiling so hard and just felt really warm inside and i was so proud of Omega because of how far she’s come and everything she’s been through.

-⚡️

Thank you so so much for reading!!!

Steve’s panic attack scene was definitely something that I wanted to write since the beginning when I was first thinking about this chapter! I don’t know if I did it justice but I really tried to just write down what I personally felt when I have had panic attacks in the past! It was a bit of a struggle to write that scene bc I didn’t know if I was conveying it well enough! I just wanted to show his slow breakdown at Peter’s words bc you’d never expect an alpha like him to be so affected by Peter’s words.

On to omega’s mom’s letter… I wanted to try and convey like… a nonchalant type of air to it?? Also I love how you mentioned how Steve in the past literally used her lack of a relationship with her mom to manipulate her and now he’s the one comforting her… bc omfg I honestly didn’t even notice that parallel??? But it’s so true!!! It really shows how Steve did change a lot from the guy we first saw!!

And LMFAOOO Steve during the ultrasound appointment 😂😂 just being his smug self. I wouldn’t say that’s his “old” self bc he’s still like that! He’ll always be like that hahaha. Also when he was being awkward with the doctor all like “she’s pregnant so do your thing…” BAHAHAHA (not me chucking at my own shit hahaha)

And you’re right, all the little moments between them were heartwarming and I’m glad you liked those. I tried to sprinkle them throughout the fic bc I wanted to make y’all smile through your tears lol

ily bestie thanks for this fab review!! 🥰💜

[strider-rambles]

avoidant attachment sucks balls

i keep feeling the urge to spill my guts but i'm so used to keeping everything behind tight lips and grimaces that its almost impossible for me to really put it into words now. i have so much to say and i have so many feelings its just not. happening and i keep wanting to sit my friends down and have heart to hearts and everything else but i think i might've managed to completely convince myself that they don't want to hear it.

and i miss having in depth, intellectual conversation, i guess. i wish i could sit down and have that side of me satiated because its its kind of a comfort i was raised on debates, and beyond that, the wholehearted sharing of experience

but i was also raised to be deeply isolationist. i avoid everyone i love because i get uncomfortable with the idea of intimacy the idea that someones expecting, begging for a reply i get so fucking uncomfortable and yet i crave that closeness to no end

and if i can control it, its fine if i can control every aspect of conversation; when, where, what, etc. i am okay if i can control every aspect of interaction; touch, time, location, i am fine

but that's fucked up. its fucked up. because they have feelings too and they might need more interaction than i can give them comfortably and i wish i wasn't like this i wish i wasn't so scared of the idea of being known, being loved, having expectations placed upon me but i don't know how to fix it so here i am rambling on tumblr, instead of being like. a normal dude, and talking to people, because its gotten to the point where im not comfortable talking to people about these sorts of things BECAUSE i'm so isolated everyones at an arms length away i am trapped in my own prison of fear and boy do i not know what to do about it like you'd think i'd have some idea of how to fix it but i don't and i i kind of don't WANT to fix it. because this is comfortable. yes its lonely but its comfortable as soon as someone starts showing interest i almost just avoid them ive gotten through it a lot of the time and there are special cases where i just don't find the person to be someone i could really get down and dirty in conversation with but a lot of the time its just my own fear that brings me here alone, and sad, and so so so exhausted

i dread it when my friends dm me. like its that bad and i don't want to dread it i want to be excited and everything else but im getting worse. im getting so much fucking worse i just want to be stuck in my own little hole and reach out when i want to but that's unfair to them and it doesn't help anyone not me, but fuck. its just so comfortable and i cant. find any reason to not do it and i fuck

its so unfair to them but i want it so bad i want that control at this point i'm gonna get accused of being a dirk LMAO i am my fathers son, something something fuck, i wish i were normal like its such a pain in the fucking ass to be like this i just god and part of me wishes those friends would find this blog because itd be so much easier than looking them in the eye and explaining this because fuck, man its embarrassing. hey, just so you know, i wasn't allowed to have friends as a kid so im super weird about having friends now and also uh never contact me ever until i reach out to you because i- like shut the fuck up dude

its like i want to punish people for liking me for wanting to hang out with me self hatred is CRAZY dave you should be over that arc i guess its just mild self dissatisfaction because like ugh. i'm totally trying to punish people for liking me and also punishing myself by never letting myself be normal

but heres the problem as well its like god i don't WANT to be honest with people because they get emotional and then that just makes me uncomfortable all over again and like god i just feel the need for control so so so fucking bad. i don't even know why its not that i don't want to get close its just that i don't like when someone RECIPROCATES. fuck more thoughts coming soon maybe i don't know.

[justscreamingnothing]

Some quick thots on sex and the like

It kind of does bother me that I’ve never had sex before in the same way that it bothered me that I had never driven before- i just want to know what the experience is like firsthand. I’ve had friends tell me what some of their sexual encounters are like and sometimes even in detail if they’re willing to share but it’s not something you can pry. Like if they feel uncomfortable or you get the sense you’re going too far you kind of just have to let it go. Which is fine- I don’t want to know all the details of the sexual lives of my friends but I jsut wish it didn’t elude me so much. I want to know what it really actually really feels like. I have so many fucking questions as to how it all works, what it feels like (not like how your actual pussy feels but how you feel in the moment when yo’re having sex) and it’s so weird asking somebody especially all at once because it can veer into them patronizing you or otherwise pitying you, you poor sexless cretin. In general I sometimes think about how it looks from the outside that I’m a big ole virgin (not that I really tell people) but I know that they’d just think it’s because I’m fat, like oh yeah, of course you’ve never had sex before, I mean look at you. Which is.... not something I want associated with myself. I mean most people don’t assume that I’m a virgin if that ever comes up (thank god) but even though I wouldn’t say I’m “ashamed” of being a virgin it’s also not something I feel good about bringing up if someone asks because I don’t want them to look at me a certain way. Does that make sense? Like I don’t want someone to like, ask me how many people I’ve been with, and then I say “none haha” and them just be like oh, ok, that makes sense, and just kind of feel sorry for me. Especially because I don’t see myself as someone who is sexually shy, actually, I’m an extremely sexual person, it’s something I think a lot about, I’m horny more often than not, I’m really really willing to experiment in the bedroom, I just have never gotten the chance to do that.

And the longer I go without ever having fucked the harder it gets because I want to be having casual sex and I want those walls to come down and then to get beat up but with every passing year it becomes a bigger and bigger thing. Like, ok, a virgin 19 year old is no big deal but a 23 year old virgin? 24? 25? Maybe it’s not a big deal to some and I understand that I am young still obviously but for me it’s just becoming more and more of a pressing issue. I guess I don’t want to admit this but I am a little bit ashamed of never having had sex. Like, it makes me feel like even more of an outsider. It’s just not a conscious choice anymore. I really do wish I could have regular casual sex but I don’t want my first time ever to be with some person I barely know that doesn’t really care about me. GOD there’s just such a big divide between the life I thought I’d have- the life that’s playing out in my head, and the life I’m leading. Which is something I have to learn to make peace with. I can’t continue to be hard on myself because I’m not leading the life I never planned for, the perfect life I set up for myself as a teenager. This is the life I’m leading now, the life I’m trying to steer in the right direction. It just breaks my heart. I thought I’d be in a job I like, living alone or with roommates, having a string of boyfriends and girlfriends. Having at least the options, but none of these is true for me. Maybe there is a person I like, but maybe I just think that because we get along and she’s a nice person and she’s available and I’m horny. Talk about the wrong reasons to get in a relationship. I don’t know what to do. Like, with myself. When I get this way I feel like I could just explode. Like I’m going crazy and all the stars and colors and patterns inside of me are going to burst out and destroy everything I know. 

And all this because I’ve never had sex LOL. I guess there isn’t any one way to do life. I had a dream last night that I had been having sex with my friend so I went up to this guy I knew and propositioned him because I wanted to know what it was like to have sex with a guy (I know, I think I’m Arya) and I told him that I’d be at the club the next day and the guy was really into it. I wish I could have that confidence in real life. It’s not that I don’t love myself but I’m also very aware of how other people see me, and it sucks not to live up to societal expectations of beauty, even if you don’t think you’re ugly. There’s such a big difference in how you view yourself and how you know other people view you. I remember going to the club not too long ago and I asked three different guys to dance with me and they all turned me down. Three. Different. Fucking. Guys. And they all said no. How am I supposed to fucking feel? Like damn ok, even if I were here to get it I’d be going home alone. I don’t know man, it’s all so fucked up. I just really fucking want someone to keep me warm. A like, talk to me? And check up on me? And fuck me? And care about me? And want me to fuck them? 

I don’t want sex to elude me anymore, I want to be playing from inside the fucking field. I want to know and understand and experience it and not just spend 20-30 minutes masturbating every night. I want a lovely experience and it doesn’t really look like that’s on the horizon for me. While we’re at it- you know what else i want? I don’t know if this happens in real life or not but I want that trope where two people meet and they’re just automatically sexually attracted to each other and they like fuck in random places. Does that happen to people in real life? If so I want that. Most of all I just want to have life experiences. I don’t know who I pissed off or what I did wrong or what I’m doing wrong to have been left out of so much but I want a relationship! To move out of my parents house! To get a nice job I love! To be a regular fucking person. I think not having certain experiences has really contributed to me feeling like such a fucking outsider and further distancing myself and even hurting my self esteem because it’s always been like ok, why not me? How come I don’t get to go to college or be in a relationship or drive or be respected, or have a bunch of friends or, or, or? It’s really fucked me up but no more, I can’t be cast out, I didn’t do anything to deserve that. I’m gonna know what the fuck it’s like from the inside- sooner rather than later.

(Ha! and these were supposed to be “quick thoughts”)

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[mayaflowerxs]

Hello! I just want to say that I really like your writing! can you write nsfw alphabet with jeno, please? 🥺

NSFW Alphabet w/ Jeno

Warning: SMUTTY

A/N: THANK U SM! This one is for you enjoy ! :)

Aftercare:

There wouldn’t be much aftercare other than him asking you if he was a little too rough on you. He would be very soft on you, that inner dom of his gone as he’s at your aid for anything.

Body part:

He loves your hips. He practically has the world in his hands and that’s you. He also loves pinning you and it drives him crazy how much power he has over you pinned down underneath him. He also loves sucking hickies on them, it’s a great view for him to see when he has his hands on them. And not only does he love them when having sex he also loves them because he can easily pull you near him at any time. It comforts him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

Cum:

He loves coming all over your face, it’s absolutely glorious for him. Like a painting so valuable you can’t even put a price on it. He especially loves kissing you while his liquids is on your face, absolutely loses it when you lick some it off (if you’re into that)

Dirty Secret:

Consensual somnophilia is the best kind of sex for him. He loves how cute and innocent you look being woken up by his cock ramming you deeply. Lots of times he’ll try to keep himself from having sex with you because he tries to wait until you fall asleep. He won’t tell you out loud he likes it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird so he tries not to do it too often which is a bit of a bummer for him.

Experience:

He’s experienced all right. A gorgeous man like that and he hasn’t slept with two or three girls maybe more? Can’t be. He doesn’t care that everyone knows how many people he slept with even if he wasn’t dating them but if you did the same I can see him a bit competitive. Each time a man comes up to you, the reminder of you being with other guys before him ticks him off. So when you two get in bed, he makes it his goal to make you feel a lot more satisfied. To prove to himself only he can make you feel so good and no one else.

Favorite Position:

Missionary. He absolutely loves seeing you so vulnerable underneath him. Like I said, he loves pinning you and grabbing my your waist so missionary definitely is the go to position. He also loves it when he pulls your leg over his shoulder UGH, his stupid smirk forming on his face once he hits a new spot that makes you wild, ego bar raised.

Goofy:

He’s not goofy at all when it comes to sex. Even when stuff leads up to it he isn’t goofy. He also isn’t serious also. He’s kinda, dommy I guess? He knows what he wants and it’s going to happen. And if he’s angry… oh boy be prepared. He won’t even let you talk and use you like a rag doll.

Hair:

He’s in the middle. It isn’t completely bare but also isn’t a bush you know?

Intimacy:

He’s not sensual during the sex. He likes it rough for sure and he’s a pretty kinky man. You know the intimacy is raised to the maximum when he’s having a very hard time. For a man like him who likes things to be rough, when he’s stressed he actually doesn’t go rough on you. Instead he prefers to have you be on top and remind him how much love he has then repays you.

Jerk off:

He does it quite often. When he has to stay at the dorm, he’ll lock himself in his room and get off with the thought of you doing dirty things to him. He hates it when he can’t spent time with you, so he results to touching himself. Not even just when he misses you. He’ll get the random crave of touching you but since he can’t come over to fuck you in your bed, he results to masturbating somewhere near and private. After he’s done with whatever he had going on that day, he’ll visit you and finish off the rest of his urges out on you.

Kink:

Somnophilia, exhibitionism are his go two. He might have others but they aren’t as much of a strong liking for it to be considered a kink of his. He loves fucking you in places where it is absolutely not for sexual intercourse. He can’t help it, your just to hot to not fuck and doing it in public? Oh yesss.

Location:

This boy usually fucks you at your house. But if he had a location where he wishes to fuck you in every single time you two have sex is by the park in the car. You guys have done it numerous of times and he has had the best orgasms every single time. He just loves having car sex and not just car sex, it has to be near a park.

Motivation:

You’re literally so damn fine he gets horny by the mere thought of you sucking him off. If you’re with him you could literally be using short shorts and his oversized shirt and he already has your shorts and panties by your ankles.

No:

Does not do threesomes and pegging. He’s very possessive of you. Not too much but enough to where you know this man does not share at all. If you’re screaming it’s because he’s fucking you so good not because another man is doing so. Your his and his only.

Oral:

Fucking LOVES oral. He loves how cute you look as your eyes stare directly into his as you have your pretty lips wrapped around his oozing tip. Makes him want to fuck your mouth all day. He also loves how squirmy you get when he starts eating you out so good. He knows how to use his mouth and any time you try to push his head away from your sore cunt he pins your hands down and only goes wilder on your pussy. Adding another orgasm for being a bad girl.

Pace:

Mf is fast and rough. He loves how fast he’s fucking you to the point the slapping sounds start to increase in volume. Not only that, your moans also get louder. Small bruising starts forming from how hard he’s gripping your waist.

Quickies:

He likes quickies if he��s really horny but most times he likes taking his time with you. He loves to overstimulate you so he definitely is going to take his sweet time taking good care of you.

Risk:

Oh my god this boy is all for it. The risk of getting caught is his adrenaline to continue pounding you harder and harder. The idea of getting caught makes him feel alive and he honestly wouldn’t care if he got caught. The most riskiest thing you guys have done is fucked on a hill, anybody could’ve found you guys but he couldn’t care at all. Poor you, he had you go on for 5 rounds and fingered you. By the time you two were done and got dressed you guys started going down the hill when a family was barely making it up. You were relieved they didn’t arrive sooner but Jeno was low key bummed you guys didn’t get caught. Quickly getting over it once he saw the family had a younger kid with them. Definitely glad they weren’t caught, the kid was too young to be asking questions.

Stamina:

This boy can last for a WHILE. If you two have a place to be and can only do at least two rounds he still has a lot more he needs to release. He might seem completely fine from the outside but once you guys are home there he goes pounding you from behind, tight grip on your hips as he plunged into you until you were begging for him no more.

Toys:

He’s all for toys. He only uses devices to edge you on but once your close to climaxing, he turns it off and replaces it by using himself to fuck you your climax.

Unfair:

He loves teasing so damn much. He loves how desperate you get every time he denies you release. But as soon as you do it to him you better pray he goes easy on you because if not, you two will go all night.

Volume:

He’s a groaner. He loves hearing you scream his name as your 4th orgasm has you close to tears. Anytime he feels overly pleased he’ll bite your neck and suck hickies on them. Gripping your hair when he’s coming. Continuously groaning, filling you up to the brim.

Wildcard: Once he really needed to have you bent over a table to fuck your because of much of a brat you were being. Since the boys were with you at a restaurant, he instead fingered you throughout the entire dinner. Somehow the boys never realized Jeno wasn’t using an arm, well al except Jisung. And when you begged Jeno to retracted his arm, he took you to the bathroom and fucked you in there. Yeah the boys never let that go.

X-ray: I see him to be at least 7 inches, nice girth but isn’t that thick but enough to completely fuck you dumb.

Yearning: HE’S ALWAYS HORNY! Idk how he does it to keep himself cool in front of others but if you’re in arms reach you’re in for a wild ride because he will not get off you until every last drop of energy of him is completely sucked out of him.

Zzz:

He doesn’t sleep right away unless he went literally crazy on you. If it was one of those times where you do kinda had to cut down the rounds he wouldn’t be tired but rather wide awake and ready to go on with the day. But if he has your legs wrapped around him as he fucks you orgasm after orgasm then he most likely will fall on the bed besides you, knock out in seconds.

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye! 

[parkers-gal]

his lap

wc: 1.3k

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Y/N and Harrison were sitting in her living room -- it was one of their many hangouts that they would have throughout the week, being best friends and all that. Tom was in a meeting, discussing an upcoming movie which Y/N would come with him for at least a third of. The pair had started dating about 4 months ago, Y/N's inexperience causing them to take things slow, which Tom was totally supportive of.

Harrison was sitting on the couch, Y/N sitting in front of the coffee table whilst finishing a puzzle.

"So," Haz started. "How're things with you and Tom?"

"Things are," she picked up a puzzle piece, fitting in to another one, "good."

"Good? That's it?"

She looked up from what she was doing, "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"C'mon, he's like your first real boyfriend; tell me about your firsts! Y'know, things like that!"

"Well, we really only hold hands 'nd stuff. We kiss," she blushed slightly, "but we don't really make out."

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N stared at him wide-eyed, a little surprised at his bluntness, her timidness contributing. "Y/N, it's just a question! I thought by now you might be ready for a least some intimacy; the mishap of 2017 was bad enough." 

"Well.."

"Well? C'mon, we're best friends, I just wanna help."

"I'm just a little insecure," she confessed.

"That's normal, Y/N. All girls are still a little-"

"I mean," she cut him off. "Ugh, just forget it. I don't even know how to say it out loud."

"No no, c'mon. What is it?"

"I want to sit in his lap-"

"Guys love that," Haz grinned at her.

"But I don't want to hurt him," she breathed out.

"Hurt him?"

"You know... crush him with my ... weight 'n' stuff."

"Y/N, for the love of god, you are not even that heavy-"

"That's easy for you to say!' She defended.

"Okay, okay yeah you're right. What do you want me to do?"

"Just- help me? Teach me how to sit in his lap so I know what to do."

"I don't know, Y/N. I don't want to cross any boundaries now that you two are dating-"

"Please?" she asked softly. "You don't have to do anything, just let me practice? I don't wanna be bad," she admitted.

"Okay," He gave in. "Okay, get up then. How do you want to start?"

"Well, the sitting to start." 

He motioned her over, so she stood up, standing by his legs. "You're probably gonna wanna wrap your legs around his waist, you know?" She nodded. "Then, if he gets up and walks to the bedroom, you should cross your ankles behind his back. But for now, you just sit. Do you want me to cross my legs?"

"Which do you think guys do more?"

"We can do both if you want," Haz suggested.

"Yeah, yeah that's good."

She sat down, with Harrison's guidance, and the two were comfortable enough to talk. "See? Not so bad."

"Yeah ... yeah you're right," she said. "What do I do now?"

"Assuming you two are kissing," he grinned again, "you can pull on his hair, or you could just move your hands through it. Sometimes you can pull him in by the back of his neck," he took her hand to demonstrate, only he didn't actually make an effort to get closer to her, just show her how the steps would look, and she was eternally grateful for that.

"What does he do with his hands?" She asked.

"Well, they might be on your waist, they could lower depending on how steamy it gets," he laughed, Y/N joining him. "He might be holding your face," he paused, debating on if he should show her, but choosing not to. "You know how they do -- in those cheesy, cliche rom-coms"

"Ohhhh," she said, understanding. 

"Yeah," he breathed a laugh. "Just don't forget to communicate with him, you know. Gentle or rough, if you're ready for the next step or whatever. This is probably the only thing I can show you, and I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind helping you through things like this." 

"Yeah," Y/N said. "Was just nervous," she was fiddling with his curls, a sign that she was still nervous.

"It's just Tom," he said. "No need to be nervous. And you're gonna do great."

"Thanks, Ha-"

The front door opened, cutting her off. Tom walked through, "What the fuck," he muttered, glancing back between his best mate and his girlfriend. Y/N had scrambled to get off of Harrison's lap, making her way to Tom, but he had decided to just turn around and go to his place instead, his car outside. Harrison was sprinting after Tom, leaving Y/N lightly crying on the ground by the closed door.

"Tom! Tom, wait!"

"Wait for what? Things looked a little- serious in there."

"It's not what you think-"

"Not what I think?" Tom exclaimed. "I just-"

"Tom," Harrison said sternly. "Will you shut up and listen to me?" 

"Yeah, alright fine," he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N asked me to help her-"

"Help her?"

"Let me talk, will ya, mate?" Harrison exclaimed. Tom nodded, Harrison continuing. "She was just really nervous about taking things a step further -- she didn't want to sit in your lap because she thought she'd crush you with how heavy she is."

"She's not that heavy, though," Tom said softly as he was beginning to understand.

"I know, but she just wanted to know what to do -- she was just trying to be good enough for you, Tom. Don't be such an ass."

Tom hugged Harrison, thanking him for explaining before making his way back to her front door. Opening the door, she was sitting on the ground still, and Tom immediately kneeled down to comfort her.

"Hey, petal. 'M sorry, let me help you," he pleaded. Y/N nodded, and Tom picked her up and brought her to the couch. He was facing her completely, wiping away the stray tears that lingered on her face. 

"Haz told me .. everything. I'm sorry. I should've been better at showing you that you're perfect- I should've been a better boyfriend; helping you get over your insecurities like I should."

"No, Tom. It's my fault, I should've just gone to you instead asking Harrison to show me what to do. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Stop, lovie. It's not your fault, okay?"

"Okay."

"You wanna cuddle? We can order take away and watching any movie you want," he offered.

"Yes please."

***

The next week, Y/N was feeling  rather brave during their movie marathon. Coming back from the bathroom, she decided to sit in Tom's lap -- her first time -- instead of sitting next to him like she normally would. She moved the blanket off of him, Tom's attention diverting from the movie to the girl standing in front of him.

"Hi, bunny. What're you-" his sentence was cut short with Y/N placing herself comfortably on his lap, his hands immediately going to her waist. 

"Hi," she said timidly.

"Hi," he breathed a laugh. "This seat more comfortable?"

"Much more," she smiled softly, hands going to his hair.

"C'mon, gimme a kiss, baby."

"Okay," she said, giggling. She remembered what Harrison had said about bringing him closer, so her hands moved to the back of his neck to connect their lips.

It started slow and soft; her lips were warm and soft and tasted of strawberries, Tom loving the feeling of hers on his. His were soft too, and he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, progressing things discreetly so he wouldn't scare her off. The act didn't phase her, though. Her hands went back to his hair, lightly pulling while their tongues danced together, Tom's exploring her mouth for the first time in their entire relationship. The tugging on his hair made him emit a small groan, his hands moving to her hips to bring her flush against his chest. When they pulled apart for air, Tom was grinning, Y/N's faced flushed with a blush as she moved her hair behind her ears.

"Was I okay?"

"Were perfect, petal. C'mon gimme another kiss," Tom spoke, voice slightly raspy. "Just wanna feel you." 

[little-murmaider]

Well @offdensmith ‘s Nategaar OTP answer and @frienderbender ‘s Skwisgaar in therapy comic have me feeling A Way so!!!! Also thank you @insomniac-pens for edits!

“How’d it go?”

Skwisgaar flopped onto Nathan’s bed face-first, his prolonged groan muffled by the mountain range of pillows. 

“That bad, huh?” 

Closing his book on a faded Burzums receipt, Nathan knuckled aside Skwisgaar’s hair and massaged the back of his neck. Skwisgaar hummed in appreciation.  

“Hads to talks about Little Skwisgaar.” 

“Ugh, I hate when he makes me do that.”

Rolling onto his side, Skwisgaar scooched up to rest his head on Nathan’s shoulder. “He says dat’s de best ways to work throughs my.” He waggled his fingers. “Childhood traumas.”

“Always with the childhood trauma, that guy! It’s like, we get it, we all have an alarming number of unaddressed psychological issues, move on!”

“Pfft, ja. Gets dis, today he says dat my needs to appear as dis untouchables closed off cool guys stems from my fears of emotional intimacys, ands was likelys a copingks mechanism developed durings a volatile childhoods wif a narcissistic and neglectful parent.” He coughed, fingers thrumming against Nathan’s collar bone. “Or somet’ings likes dat.” 

“He can cope with this mechanism!” He palmed his crotch. “Did you say that? That’s what I would have said. If it was me. And I was there.”

Nathan expected a laugh. Dick-based punchlines were a guaranteed laugh from Skwisgaar; for all his posturing, he had the comedic sensibilities of a middle schooler. But Skwisgaar didn’t laugh. Instead, he looped an arm across Nathan’s waist, curling his knees into himself like a moon shell.  

“Cans I stays here for a little bits?” He murmured. 

A cold, disarming pulse rocketed through Nathan’s bloodstream.

“Uhhhhhhhhh yeah dude. Yeah. Yeah.” He leaned toward the night stand, hand hovering over the remote. “You want to put something on, or…?”

Skwisgaar shook his head. “Dat’s okay. I just…”

The arm draped over him curved tighter around his body, hand splaying against his ribs.

“…Wants to be wif you, rights now.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay.”

Thumbing away his makeshift bookmark, Nathan tried to pick up where he left off, the book’s spine digging a divot into his palm as he balanced his wrist on Skwisgaar’s shoulder. He found himself scanning the same passage over and over, unable to focus through the fog of confusion that had settled over his senses. This was…weird. He didn’t know why it was weird, or what to do to make it less weird. He’d never been good at reading these kind of situations. (Or, according to That Guy, he lacked emotional literacy or whatever, he was working on it whatever!) Best he could do was stew in the weirdness, let it simmer around him until it broke down into a delicious broth of normal. Had he missed second lunch? How soon was dinner? Was it too late to ask Jean-Pierre for soup?

Wetness seeped through the material of Nathan’s shirt. He smirked. Skwisgaar must have dozed off—the trickle writhing down Nathan’s chest must have been his drool. Gross, but not an uncommon occurrence. For some reason Skwisgaar was most relaxed when the two of them were alone. It puffed Nathan’s ego with a misguided pride, that the most tightly-wound person in the world unraveled with him.  

But that pride vanished the moment he realized Skwisgaar was crying.

Technically, he shouldn’t have been shocked. Technically, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Skwisgaar cry. There had been plenty of stress-induced meltdowns; plenty of shaky insistences he was TOTALLY HIGH as globs of corpse paint dribbled off his cheeks. This wasn’t like that. This was new, and rare, and required a delicacy way above Nathan’s emotional pay grade. Oh God. He was going to fuck this up so bad. He was going to destroy Skwisgaar, destroy their friendship, destroy the band and, much less importantly, destroy the global economy. Oh God oh God he was going to fuck this up so bad! The book tumbled from his fingertips, his body on autopilot. One hand snaked through the rolling golden waves of Skwisgaar’s hair. The other anchored between Skwisgaar’s shuddering shoulder blades. Feeling Skwisgaar’s hitching sigh of relief, Nathan’s panic settled. Against the odds, he’d stumbled into the correct reaction. He did something right.   He gathered Skwisgaar closer, the rhythm of his sobs mirroring the beat of Nathan’s heart.

Time grew hazy. Nathan was unsure how long they laid there, how long he held him. Long enough that when Skwisgaar wriggled out of his grip and rocked onto his knees Nathan’s arms ached at the absence.

“H’okays.” Fixing Nathan with a watery smile, he swept at his cheeks with a flourishing flick of his wrists, eyes bright as heat lightning. (Once he’d confided when he was little his mom would purposely make him cry because she loved how deeply blue it made his eyes. He’d shared it as though it was a wacky, hilarious anecdote but it left Nathan with nothing but a gutting sadness.) “I’m normal nows.”

Nathan bobbed his chin. “Sick.” Sick? He’d never said sick in his life, why did he choose to do so now? What was the matter with him? What the hell was emotional literacy???

Skwisgaar raked his hair back from the roots, lips twisting as if he were considering the notes of a wine. Nathan anticipated a bailout. He waited for the half-baked dismissal of what occurred, the flimsy excuse to leave, the tacit agreement to never speak of it again. But when he spoke, Skwisgaar said, softly, “t’anks you.” Nathan balked. “For what?” “Dere amn’ts a lots of people I cans...does dat wif. Most times I just does it by myselfs. But.” His gaze lowered, shyness coloring his smile as a flush colored his cheeks. “Ams really happy I haves you.” Nathan’s face heated, an unfamiliar pressure building behind his sinuses. He felt his lips part and waited for his brain to push something ruinous to fall out of them. Before he had the chance, he curved his hands around the back of Skwisgaar’s neck, drew him back down into the bed. They melted into each other and kissed until their jaws ached.

[woeisme-iamwoe]

an absolutely massive Haikyuu!! fic rec pt. 1

I went through my entire ao3 history because I’m insane, AND here’s my favorites. (There’s not a lot of aus because I’m not a huge fan of them, and there’s no sad endings. I’m a hopeless romantic leave me alone. There is angst though! Lots) 

Beginning with SakuAtsu (I’m a hoe for Atsumu): 

Hide and seek, by badreputation (10k. E. canonverse) 

It sure is a good thing Atsumu doesn't have a latex allergy 

It’s just a fleeting infatuation. As long as he pushes through it he’ll manage. So what if nowadays there isn’t a night where he doesn’t dream of Sakusa pinning him down on his own bed, in the shower or make Atsumu go down on his knees in the hallway? Those are just pesky details.

Some Memories, We May Keep, by mika60 (31k. T. canonverse) 

This is canon, fight me on it. 

The missing panels, the missing games, the missing moments.

The them we never saw.

*Now complete! :)*

 every action has an equal and opposite reaction, by akanemnida (10k. T. canonverse) 

Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.

(Or: Sakusa Kiyoomi realizes that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining matters of the heart.)

 Ass-fingering as a prelude to relations of the emotional kind: a case study, by neverwere (2k. E. canonverse) 

Fucking hilarious, the imagery is absolutely hilarious. 

"Marry me, he thinks, as he comes around Sakusa's fingers and all over himself.

This. This is exactly why you don't let strangers or very attractive teammates finger you out of the blue.

Everyone knows that the ass is the shortest way to the heart."

Or

When it comes to sex, Atsumu has rules. Guidelines! SOPs! He swears they work, they've always worked.

Until they don't.

 parallax error: angle of inclination, by min_mintobe (10k. T. canonverse)

But now there's the one person Atsumu'd promised himself never to touch. His eyes leave Atsumu breathless with guilt at seventeen, and he spends the next six years safe in the satisfaction of making things right.

Feelings, of the physical kind, and one kiss.

ft. competitive spirit, childishness, and late night conversations.

Atsumu POV.

 autumn ends, but we remain, by wolfsbvne (5k. T. canonverse)

Author says in their ending notes that they're not an ‘author’, but methinks they should write more and pursue that career path because this was wonderful.  

atsumu stares at his ceiling at 2am. he stares until he can make out designs in his popcorn ceiling. a cat there, an onigiri here, and then something that suspiciously looks like a mop of hair, triangle eyebrows, and oh those two bumps are moles right above what atsumu just mapped out as an eye.

(or, atsumu is in kind of in love. sakusa is maybe in like.)

I left a taste in your mouth, by emso (26k. E. bodyguard au)

Because obviously 

Sakusa fixes him with a vague expression of something like distaste. There's a scathing edge to his tone when he speaks. "Contrary to what you seem to believe, not everyone who meets you is instantly dying to get into your pants, Miya."

"Lucky I don't really care right now what 'everyone' wants to do, then." Atsumu swivels his mug around on the tabletop a few times, and then brings it to his mouth to drain the last few dregs of his latte. Over the rim of his mug, he adds casually, "Just you."

Whoa hey Bodyguard Omi, I think Spoiled Rich Kid Tsumu might possibly have a teensy crush on you. 

 How do you know you're in love?, by spiritscript (12k. T. canonverse)

Pure art

“So, how did you know you were in love? How did it feel?” Atsumu felt nervous asking this, a slight wiggling in the pit of his stomach, unable to look at the man beside him who rolled his shoulders in an attempt to reset his posture. “I mean, you didn’t resonate with what I said, so, what is love to you Omi-kun?”

Atsumu thinks he must be in love with Hinata Shouyou and so asks the best person he knows to help him understand his feelings

 san'yo expressway, 6:17 pm, by yamabota (13k. T. canonverse)

Of violent forethoughts, and handheld car vacuums. 

Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.

Kiss him again, maybe.

They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out. 

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional, by DeathBelle (Series, 5 works. T-E. Canonverse)

Honestly, I think this one is kind of famous amongst Sakuatsu readers but I can’t not include it. If I recall correctly, this is the fic that got me into Sakuastu, so thanks, DeathBelle. The characters are portrayed really well (i.e. Sakusa is disgusted and confused, and Atsumu is a little shit). You’ve got a good balance between conversations and descriptive thoughts and all-in-all it’s just a really good read. 

 Atsumu said into the heavy silence, “You can’t say you’ve never thought about it.”

"Thought about what?" said Sakusa.

Atsumu smiled to himself, smug. "You know."

"No, I don't."

"You know. Of course you’ve thought about it. There’s no reason to be ashamed, Omi-kun. I’m a real catch.”

Sakusa was appalled. "You're disgusting."

"You flatter me. I'm not judging you. I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it, too."

Sakusa shifted, slowly, to peer over his shoulder. He wasn’t scowling, but his expression was unreadable. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Atsumu wasn't joking, and he was about to get more than he bargained for.

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands), by liliapocalypse (7k words. T. canonverse):

Oh, god. This one was so cute. Super fluffy. Loved the metaphors and symbolism. Sometimes you just can’t say things out loud. 

When a bad injury shocks the whole V. League, Sakusa finds himself paired with Atsumu for more rigorous assisted stretches before every training. Atsumu then finds himself writing random letters on Sakusa’s skin to soothe the spiker, forcing Sakusa to reevaluate how his touch aversion became an irresistible yearning for more, and how the boy with the annoying hair somehow brought that hunger to life.

Or, the fic where Atsumu mindlessly writes a confession on Sakusa’s back when he thought Sakusa wasn't paying attention. Sakusa always did.

 mortality is found is the flesh of your sins, by novrik (10k. M. canonverse)

This is literally my favorite fic of all time. Not just of Sakuatsu, not even of the Haikyuu fandom. Ever. Favorite fic ever. Listen, I’m an atheist, but this fic took me on a religious experience that I haven't come down from yet. The symbolism had me actually shivering, and I had to put my phone down quite a few times. Just, oh wow, just read it. I’d like to share my favorite line; ‘And if Sakusa is Eve, if he takes a bite, what then? Perhaps, he is a little afraid of the knowledge he will gain’. My god, author, if you ever see this, this is not only a plea for you to continue writing, but also an offer of marriage. Your hand, author?

 dickhead one, sakusa kiyoomi. dickhead two, miya atsumu. neither understand how to communicate.

Pray tell, why are you drawn to him?

Are you drawn to him in the way he looks beautiful even when crying?

When his eyes are red, shiny tears streaking down, lips quivering, is he beautiful?

 sakuatsu domesticity simulator, by pseudoanalytics (75 words. T. canonverse)

75 words because it's actually a digital art simulator. An interactive fic! How frickin’ cool is that? The art is so beautiful and I love the plotline and ugh, just everything. Please read, or watch, or click around, yes. Good. 

Update: artist created another interactive fic and of course it is wonderful. SunaOsa this time! https://newttxt.itch.io/cheesecake honestly just check out @newttxt their work is amazing and I love everything they do. 

a vaguely interactive mixture of fic, art, and html, where you too can experience the inherent romance of a big fat jerk and a too-blunt jerk attempting intimacy

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(this is the result of letting the sakuatsu brainworms really get to you...)

 Pas De Deux, by hatsuna (19k words. T. Ballet/college au)

There's just something about prim, proper ballet Sakusa and human-benign-tumor Atsumu that makes my heart burst. Seriously gorgeous writing style, loved every second. By the same author who wrote ‘liminal spaces’ (which is also just perfect) so that should give you a good idea of the style. 

The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes. The twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?”

 Ah. So it’s volleyball.

“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”

 the affective presence of our black and white reruns, by kozumess (19k. E. canonverse)

Beautiful, classic misunderstandings, my heart actually physically ached at that one scene (you’ll know the scene when you come to it). Kiyoomi is so refreshingly relaxed(? Is that the right word to use? We all know Omi never truly relaxes). 

but the want, it's always there, constant like the static playing on every television channel, present even when the station disconnects.

 cut the conversation, just open your mouth, by meeksoo (E. 16k. canonverse)

Absolutely filthy...BUT WITH FEELINGS! Completely nails the Sakuatsu dynamic, and protective ‘Tsumu? Love it. 

Sakusa opens the door. He always does.

 They’re teammates first, barely even friends. But they hook up on the regular and it works. It’s simple, easy. But then a fan gets too close, Sakusa reacts, and Atsumu is swept up in how quickly things can get complicated.

__

As Atsumu palms himself over his briefs, still feeling off, he realizes it’s because he still wants it. Him. Sakusa. Even after already having him earlier.

He should probably feel self-conscious, mildly ashamed even, that he’s panting ‘Omi Omi’ into the dark beneath the steady thrum of the AC unit when Sakusa’s right down the hall, probably good for it if Atsumu ended up back at his door. Instead, he lays there, writhing and sweaty, alone in his hotel room bed thinking about Sakusa and touching himself.

Afterward, as cum begins to cool on his chest, Atsumu really can’t help but face the fact that things may be getting complicated.

 the hands that beckon me to come, by Ellieb3an (4k. E. canonverse)

So hot, what the fuck! 

The toss, the run, the spike-serve at the end of it all—Sakusa sees it happen in perfect clarity as if time has slowed and his vision narrows to the center where just Miya exists, all powerful muscle and extraordinary skill and that air of confidence.

Sakusa isn’t one of the best receivers in the league for no reason, so his body moves on muscle memory, forearms absorbing the sting of the hit. It’s not enough. But his eyes are still on Miya—on the way his shorts ride up his muscular thighs as he lands, on the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, on the clench of his fist thrust into the air—when the ball ricochets out of bounds.

***

Atsumu stays late at practices to work on his new third serve, even when his frustration with it starts throwing off the rest of his game. Sakusa notices and starts hanging back to secretly watch him from the gym doors. He’s fascinated with Atsumu's determination... and more than a little turned on by it, too.

 you're the flame i use (when it gets dark), by starkartifices (55k. M. canonverse. Ongoing)

Everything is the same except the Sakusas are super rich. 

“Oh, if you want dear, you could bring a plus one. Though, I doubt you have a partner yet.”

“I do actually.”

“What was that, dear?”

"I do have a partner, I mean."

alt title: crazy rich sakusas 

 the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or; the fine art of emotional recognition), by pseudoanalytics (13k. E. canonverse)

Ah, yes. A Pavloved sex life. A Pavloved LOVE life?? 

It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

 flutterbird (a collection of sakuatsu oneshots), by wordstruck (5 works. T-E. canonverse)

Works 1-3, I think follow a linear story, whereas the last two don't. 

All sakuatsu works are just the angstiest, most miscommunication filled pieces of absolute gold and this one is no exception. Wow. These men are assholes and they bring out the worst in each other, but I’ll be damned if they’re not soulmates. 

Collection of SakuAtsu fics. Several fics are loosely set in the same storyverse. Not necessarily directly connected and can all be read as standalones.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok bhah ch11 my longest yeah boi ever

i’m literally... so excited I can’t even read it ok ok

oh no not the wedding invitations not this

i swear to god if we have to go through this wedding. knifeemoji

listen I have a fear that we’re gonna get the break up and the car accident same as canon dear god don’t put us through that either

no fears *literally everything that could make bhah more painful* several fears dot meme

god not the jamie invite. she cant even do it. another sign from god you are choosing to ignore

straight to Jamie’s house oh

lmao the red door I just worked out that’s a hill house reference from when I was wondering in like ch3(?) lol the inner workings of my dumbass brain never stop

“can we talk?” it’s happening what is happening

Dani was so tired of lying oh my god

my heart is literally beating so fast

alone in Jamie’s room bro wtf wtf

Jamie is just so soft and understanding always always aaaahhhhh

fuck she just wants out of this wedding so bad but she can’t even tell him

AAAHHH SHE KISSED HER OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING

fuck fgkjhdfkjgh this is not good oh no. Dani finally finally fucking doing something for herself and Jamie so aware that this cannot be happening like this right now

and yet both of them just falling into it anyway oh my goddddd

jesus christ jesus christ “Dani had half crawled into Jamie’s lap, kissing her with a fierce and fervent heat” I am on deaths door

god they’ve both wanted this for so so so so long I can’t believeeeeee

(i am so thrilled that y’all just went there right away btw)

“Please, just - I just want to feel how I’m supposed to.” oucchhhh Dani

god her just... knowing. after one kiss w Jamie that she can finally do it and talk to him and end it and it’s so terrifying but goddd yes

“You think I can ever say no to you?” oof

“Ask,” Jamie breathed. “Ask me.” fucking fuck the power of this line oh my god Jamie is so fucking ready to jump of a bridge for her it’s- the dedication the love the longing the everything I am going insane is it too early to start drinking at 1pm

you’re not you can’t NOT THE CANON DINER SCENE

fuck this is like watching a car crash i can’t look away it’s so fucking visceral and nerve-wracking and painful

but god I’m so proud of her for finally saying what she wants

oh thank fuck y’all didn’t take him out with a passing delivery truck

“You must have known. You know me.” oh god this sentiment always kills me

“She couldn’t say it — the words ‘I’m gay’ forever out of reach — so instead she said, “I can’t.”” my whole body is on fire oh my god this is.... too fucking real

jesus christ the near miss w the truck are u trying to kill me (i actually kind of love that Dani will have to deal w her feelings w him face to face instead of having to bury it all in grief like in canon I am so excited to see how y’all handle that)

a fucking HOUR in the car dfkjghdfkjh the torture

oh honey. literally both of them suffering so much ouch

her favourite saucepan pls this is all so awful and sad but that make me laugh so much the poor confused little duck I am glad she has her comforts

god poor Dani

"Is she here to cook something?"  fgkjdhfkgjhfkjgdf

“No. I think you’re brave.” oh

“We’ll figure it out." listen listen I am undoubtedly losing my mind god this is soft

“She had spent so long being asked and not asking. Never asking. She never dared. To ask was to be known, to be made visible, words forging reality as surely as a smith’s hammer. And yet Jamie waited, letting Dani gather the courage herself.

"Can I -?" Dani said, "- stay?"” please fuck I am just so !!!!!!!! about Dani getting to know what she wants and having a fucking voice. just !!!!!!!!

“Jamie inviting her in” fucking just both of them finally getting some of that quiet courage w each other I am yelling so much

“Dani knew that it wasn't just her feeling this, that it had never just been her.” YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT BABEY

““But you do?” Dani asked. “Want to?”

Jamie’s answering laugh was brief and incredulous. “You have no idea.”” I AM: HOOTIN. AND: HOLLERIN

“I am here” hello? hello I am not coping I am on another plane of existence. DANI FINALLY FEELING SO PRESENT AND WHOLE IN THIS MOMENT

god they’re just holding each other i’m tearing up. Jamie is her home

Dani finally sleeping through the night ow my fucking heart

Mikey’s so chill about all of this sdkdhfdkj I love him

Jamie going out n buying her favourite jam... god the tenderness. love is stored in the strawberry jam and the hairdryer

hmmmmm her attraction to Jamie is so closely tied to a lot of really hard feelings this is gonna take a bit to work through huh???

aw Jamie going to Carson I am so happy she has her little band of gays to help her rn

I love that she can just kiss her now when she gets the urge like maybe chill out a lil just landing all these surprise kisses but like good for u girl. good for both of u

the warmth of the house hmmmmm I love that she’s found this esp because she is perpetually cold and Jamie is always warm but keeps it like that for the kid (and probably for Dani too) aaahhhh

cgjkdfhkjgh Dani is so thirsty poor Jamie trying to keep them in check. these moments are so fucking loaded holy shit

Dani Jamie and Mikey are the cuuutest lil family aw

god the tentativeness between them trying to figure this all out and the casual intimacy and just. all of it is so much and so beautiful to watch unfold

i love this little bubble inside Jamie’s house and Jamie kind of drawing the curtains around them both physically and metaphorically while she lets Dani figure things out and lets it settle between them

it’s all about the hands

oh my god Hannah instantly asking if she needs a place to stay she really is the best

soft little mornings with her Jamie like... once Dani finally defeats the ball of guilt in her chest there is so much goodness to look forward to and I am v glad she has that right now even as she is still struggling a bit. my girl needs all the sweetness in her life

also the idea of Jamie getting to wake up to sleeping Dani in her bed every morning after a lifetime of trying to repress her feelings... god

heh she’s already figuring out all the ways to push Jamie’s buttons god these two are going to have some fun w each other

this idea of learning the creaking floorboards of a new home is so... warm

Jamie leaving all the curtains drawn for her oh my heart keeping her safe keeping her safe

Nan would be so proud of ms Dani u know it’s true

awww Mikey comin home to keep her company

Mikey Dani time is always so sweet I love them

my god Dani n Jamie are so intense w each other and just so full of fucking desire... when those floodgates finally open will they even survive

oof Dani is dealing with soooo much ugh. Jamie always there with a gentle way to bring her back down to earth tho my hearrrtttt

“You’re allowed to be happy.” she is SHE IS ty Jamie Taylor voice of reason

a pinky promise to deal with everything together awwww

“why are you so good to me” “you know why” oh my goddddddd. that’s so soft that’s so gentle that’s so much love

Dani finding little bits in herself in media god i love this

Dani Mikey hours best hours

god Carson... sweet boy. And Judy sending over a whole bunch of food oof just. these quiet little reminders of their love for her. Dani’s about to go through a whole bunch more emotions huh?

fkjdfkjgfh Mikey going into protector mode when Carson is there pls i love hm

ohmy “our room” aaaaaaahhhhh

god Dani expecting him to be upset with her I am so fucking emotional. I relate far too much to Dani in canon and in this story and it’s just. painful as hell to see someone go through the things you know hurt the most holy shit

please Carson is so sweet and understanding and telling her he’s proud of her is making me cry so much I can barely see

this whole like.. uncomfortable but relief-filled kind of coming out between her and Carson is so so beautifully done I can’t stop fucking crying

“God, you two were agony to watch.”  fglkdfgkjdfhkjgh Carson a voice of the people

“You deserve to be happy.” - Carson and also me and also everyone reading this

god he is so wonderful!!!!!! this reminder that she’s not alone and everything will be ok!!!!!!! Carson I love you so much

the box being described as “the beating heart of their childhood“ god the imagery

Jamie so sweetly making room for her and welcoming her into a home I am emotional again the tears have really been unlocked now I’m gonna be a mess the whole rest of this chapter (i say as if I haven’t been already)

the really sweet way Jamie gets her to open up and trust her with the things that have been on her mind

and Dani doing the same for her god this gentle honest space between them makes my heart feel so full I am just so happy that they’ve got each other

“I want you to stay.” please (also now I’m thinking about AE putting Stay on her Jamie playlist jesus christ I am being tortured)

they get... to wake up.... in bed together. i’m so close to crying again when will this stop

i kind of love there hasn’t really been any like... just no more kissing u know but we still get this insane intimacy between them in a way that’s not them shying away from the way they want each other but so carefuly and sweetly and honestly coming towards each other

awww them always waking up all tangled is so cuuute (also Dani feeling so safe and comfy with her that her subconscious is like lets latch on she is good she is home)

lmao Dani having to mediate between these two dweebs and their playfights is so good

Jamie having her lil family surrounding her aww

(also i just noticed the rating change oh god)

sfkjfhdg Jamie looking at her hips all dark eyes and wanting we’ve all been there girl

“you can look” BOLD DANI MY BELOVED

god these two........ the grabbing her silver chain god @ google how to breathe properly??????

“Then show me.” oh my god

fkgjhdfkj so much electricity they shorted out the power

“this is just as nice” when they’re just hugging please they are so soft

i love that there’s just like... gentle soft banter between them in these quiet moments so much

“Dani, give him more homework.”  ghrfjkhjgkjgh

god the heated cheek kiss

this ‘game of chicken’ god they’re just.... really in it huh this is so fun

hmmm Dani going through the suitcases and sort of being able to bring some of herself/her past into this new place is so nice

heh this lil family and their snowfights are so cute

:( she can’t bring herself to eat Judy’s food

Jamie bringing her flowers oh soft

ugh they’re just so softly melting into being together it’s so sweeeeeeeet

“You’re lovely.” and the way Jamie just sinks into her with Dani’s fingers in her hair pleeease I am dying this is so warm

aaaahhhh they’re dancing soft soft soft

“gray eyes fluttered closed, as though the weight of Dani’s touch was too much to bear” god i am..... aaaahhhh

“a gentle calm settling within her. It had seemed that for all her life she had waited for the quiet of this” y’all this is so beautiful and lovely and wonderful and all the good things

ah that kiss. kinda feels like their first real kiss where they just get to be god I am so happy “a profound sense of finally” oh oh oh that’s such a pretty concept

god I love how much they just want each other that second kiss and them just all over each other is perfect and having to try and reel that in and being able to because they know it’s not going anywhere please it’s so so good

god Dani vs Desert Hearts I love this callback and the entirely different circumstances of her watching it again

dsjfhdkjfh oh no Dani losing her mind at Jamie touching her knee god these two have got the biggest storm coming

dfkdjhkgdjh god them like.... trying to take things slow but still letting things happen while having to be aware of Mikey is so funny but I kinda love it and how indicative it all is of them being so grown up and able to approach their relationship in such a mature way. as much as I wish they’d had their teenage love story I do like that it’s unfolding this way now.

“it struck Dani then that she couldn’t remember ever laughing while doing this.” aww

Mikey’s “oh gross” hahahaha poor kid

god this is so funny

“ferret kid” jamie why are u like this sfkjhdfkjf

oh lordt it seems we have reached the unabashedly horny phase good show ol’ chaps

god they’re still so soft tho this is so fun to read

i looove how flustered they both make each other w just their presence. it’s just so !!!!!!

lmao Dani knowing exactly what to do to drive Jamie insane is fdkgfdkjgh perfect amazing show stopping more neck kisses more teasing more barely restrained desire i love it

“the reckless rush of being in each other’s arms” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

lmaooooo Mikey Jamie is going to lock you outside if u keep doing this

the fact it can just fade back to comfortable companionship too is like. ugh i love them together

“Yeah. You can touch me whenever you want.” oh jesus

“No more interruptions, no more waiting, no more holding back.” it’s happening god it’s happening everyone stay calm (also the slow build to this point has been so fucking perfect y’all are writerly geniuses)

lmao Dani is like please can we just get naked why do u want to watch a movie I am literally right here

oh she is not waiting anymore THAT’S MY GIRL GO GET EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER WANTED I LOVE YOU

“What do you want?” god the tension

aaaaahhhhh just. them being so out of their minds with want but still all nervous and wanting to check in but still just. wanting this so much god this is *chef’s kiss*

lmao Dani already having the hair pulling thing figured out is so good. poor Jamie lol is she even going to survive this

god the fact they’re both still fully clothed n still getting this fucked up just making out n grinding on each other I love this for them

mum just came in to tell me dinner is ready I AM ALREADY EATIN GOOD

lmao fuck I am just... so thrilled for Dani finally getting to experience this get ur whole world rocked baby u deserve this

thumb in her mouth i-

“my idiot” pls that’s so soft

“You have me.” i know this is like. horny but it’s also so romantic sfgkjhdfkjg

ayoooo Jamie’s tattoo excuse me while I lose my mind a lil bit

my god Dani is so impatient to get her naked I love her for it so much “I just want to feel you”... ma’am

Jamie being all nervous is so cute aw

god having this lil moment where they just call each other beautiful n get all cute about it while they’re fully naked n grinding on each other.... perfection

god I can’t stop thinking about every other mention of Dani having sex w Eddie and it just being like adequate or like her not letting him touch her and now LOOK AT MY BABY GO SHE’S REALLY HAVIN THE TIME OF HER LIFE LITERALLY BEGGING TO BE TOUCHED LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO

I feel like I’m like cheering Jamie on rn sfjkghdfkj u guys need anything? some snacks? a condom?? ur doing great!!

Dani crying and thanking her like this is an acceptance speech love that for her

Jamie kissing all over her face aww

I can’t believe this whole chapter is them just getting to fall in love for real

“I want to taste you” i am blushing goddamn Jamie get it

oh my god the dream. she’s literally living out her dreams

“that same focused intensity that could make kingdoms fall” I love that Jamie is just as into getting Dani off as Dani is getting off lmao GOOD FOR THEM

Dani: desperately tryin to get Jamie off. Jamie: are u sure u want to tho??? miss ma’am let the girl touch u already she deserves it (but i do love that she’s always just like.... never wanting to make Dani do anything she doesn’t wholeheartedly want to)

“You sitting here on top of me like this is doing more for me than you can imagine.”  iconic jamie moment

Jamie literally just like.... ‘you can do whatever you want to figure this out’ is so sweet I love her capacity for just. giving herself over to Dani in every way (not just the horny ones) to let her forge her own path

“It was easy to understand now, the exhilaration of it, why people went crazy for it.” god I love this for her so much everything just falling into place

they’re so soft n comfy together and it’s all just so right and lovely

i love that once they’ve started they basically can’t stop honestly get it girls u deserve all the orgasms

“When did you know?” “Sixteen years.” oof my heart she’s known the whole time aaahhhh. all these lil memories god it really was all out of love I could cry. and Jamie admitting the scarf/scar thing whew she really carried around that moment on her face for the whole world to see (also lol at Dani being so fixated on it this whole time that’s so perfect)

heh they’re so cute with their lil teasing banter exchange

lol goddamn this so so spicy I am just dfklghfjkdjghkjdf (that is to say well fucking done I can’t even speak rn)

Jamie just being like you could literally just look at me and I am turned on I... love this whole situation for her so much

god they’re really just going all in Dani is getting like the.... lesbian sex speed run amen

oh god not Karen on the phone just hang up Dani do it do it

god she is so evil

omg she told her abt Jamie go off Dani I am v v proud of u right now

and she hung up on her godbless babe i LOVE your audacity

heh Jamie so transfixed by Dani’s lil purple sweater and skirt I love her

Dani u are such a tease sfkgjdfkg good 4 u tbh

awwww she got Dani’s desk for her oh my god that’s so lovely

Dani n Jamie being entirely not subtle over dinner w their lingering glances and Carson just laughing at them fkjghdkfjgh i love it. he’s so happy for them even w his teasing aw

aaahhh i just love Jamie giving her this space and this room in the house and Dani feeling so right in it

oooh an almost “I love you” god they’re just fuckin u-haulin in love perfection huh

and now we’re back to horny hours love this for them. gotta bless that desk somehow huh!?

i love the mentions of all this soft stuff about belonging when they’re about to rail each other it really rounds it out emotionally

“Get on your knees.” OH MY GOD THE JAMIE ON HER KNEES REDEMPTION MOMENT IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING

HELL YEAH IT IS this is truly what we all deserve

oh my god literally ripping her clothes off her fuck i love how desperate they are for each other and just how into this they both are always

dfgkjdfh jesus Dani are u ever going to be able to get work done at this desk again after Jamie does.... all of this to u on it

“Good girl.” the single most powerful sentence in the lesbian language

jesus christ this is still so incredibly steamy sdflkhskhg it never ends. and them like.... experiementing a bit w some different um. approaches? lol good 4 them good 4 them (and us)

my god them instantly getting all soft after about making each other happy please they’re so dang cute

ok love that we are also getting Dani on her knees it’s equality.gif

this little “I like you” “I like you too” confession right now is... so fucking soft and like... after everything they’ve gone through they still have the power to kinda knock each other off their feet w lil things like this huh?? sappy lil shits

oh no Judy I am scared

holy shit Dani “Didn't think you'd love me anymore” owwww my heart

god Judy is such a good mama I love her so much. reassuring her she’s still a part of the family my god I am so emo. she loves her so much

aw I love this lil shared bathroom scene after so many awkward moments w Dani and Eddie in their bathroom and so many mentions of her fogged reflection. things are finally clear and it’s wonderful!!

lol Jamie well if u didn’t want Dani to get all horny u shouldn’t have worn suspenders!!!!! it’s simple math!

god Dani has changed so much this chapter which only takes place over a couple of weeks right?!?!? after so much anxiety and being so unsure of herself this is so fucking beautiful to see

stop the car thing oh my godddd. she doesn’t even care about having her own cause she’s so happy w the person she’s sharing with I’m so overwhelmingly happy

“You’re perfect.” please I will cry this chapter was so perfect (also so are the memes I cackled so much)

[dadsbongos]

beautiful hope

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair Dynamic: Nagito Komaeda/Reader Warnings: outside the game (i.e you’re all in school still), obsessive behavior, creepy creepy rat man tings, grabbing at uniform skirts (though not explicit detail) Summary: Nagito’s always clingy, no? ~~~

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the boy burning her nerves, “Would you shut the fuck up?”

Nagito’s brows shot up into his hairline, turning to the source of the voice, “Oh… of course, trash like me shouldn’t intrude on your serenity! Forgive me!”

“Just be quiet,” she huffed, already past annoyed with the ‘ray of hope’ speech.

It was maybe a minute. But it was just enough to get him hooked.

“Ugh! Get off me!” (Y/n) kicked at Nagito’s hands, gagging, “Who do you think you are? Just grabbing at people like that? Do you know how fast you could get expelled if faculty saw you touching my skirt like that?”

Sonia laid a hand against her friend’s shoulder, “Let’s just go…”

“This prick needs to learn respect,” (Y/n) grumbled, “Leave me alone, Komaeda. You’re fucking weird.”

Nagito’s eyes widened, a smile coming to his face at the girl’s grimace, “To think, an Ultimate such as yourself took the time out of her day to speak to me! It’s an honor!”

Sonia tugged on her friend’s hand, “Really, let’s just go.”

“Yeah, yeah,” (Y/n) sighed, glaring at Nagito as they left, “He freaks me out.”

“Yeah,” the blond quietly murmured in agreement, peeking over her shoulder at their classmate, “He’s staring.”

“God,” (Y/n) huffed, walking down the school corridor even faster, “Does he just not have a life?”

Shrugging, the Ultimate Princess turned back to face forward, deciding to not think about the interaction much longer.

As the two girls continued down the hall, their figures growing increasingly small, Nagito felt his large grin falter into something smaller. Just a smear over his lips, “Ah, what a shame, my Ultimate Hope doesn’t like me… well,” he giggled quietly to himself, “maybe my luck will turn it around soon.”

It wasn’t two days later when Nagito approached her during lunch.

(Y/n) physically refrained from showing her queasiness at his presence, “What, Komaeda?”

Sitting beside the girl, Nagito set his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow resting against the table, “Just wondering what a hope as beautiful as yourself is thinking about?”

“Nothing…” (Y/n) scooted closer to Gundam in the midst of her unease, “Can we- “ she glanced around the table, “Can we help you with something? You’re freaking me out.”

Nagito sat up straight, sliding even closer to the girl on the bench, “I just wanted to hear your voice, is that so bad?” he suddenly frowned, shaking his head, “Of course, I should’ve known better. Ultimates like you have better things to do than deal with scum like me.”

Gundam glanced at the three girls sitting by him before standing, offering a hand to assist up Sonia. The princess took her friend by the shoulder, “Come on, I think Teruteru had something to show us.”

“Gross,” Hiyoko gagged, crossing her arms and pouting, “As if I’d be caught dead near that freak.”

“Yeah, alright,” (Y/n) followed after the trio, ignoring her short, blond friend, nervously tossing glances over her shoulder at the Ultimate Luck, “He’s still staring.”

“Maybe he’s thinking about killing you and making your corpse his wife!” Hiyoko busted out, giggling to herself.

“Don’t say things like that,” (Y/n) immediately muttered, glaring at the girl, “It’s not funny.”

“Do not fret,” Gundham shook his head, “Even if that fool wanted to end your mortal life, it would not work. I made a promise to both you and the Dark Queen, neither of you can die without my permission.”

“Exactly,” Sonia nodded, patting at Gundham’s shoulder gently, “We even shook on it, didn’t we?”

“Sure… he just weirds me out is all.”

And it was only the next day when he revealed himself to her wholly.

“I’m in love with the hope inside you,” Nagito grinned as if he was exchanging pleasantries with an old friend despite the intimacy of his words, “I’m in love with all the hope you offer to the world. With the way you don’t pretend to be my equal. With you. Entirely, completely: You.”

“Komaeda, you’re scaring me,” (Y/n) backed away slowly, like one would with a rabid animal, “You always scare me, you’re freaky - please, just please, stay away from me.”

“Right!” he cheered, not how people usually dealt with rejection (especially one so severe) but as long as he wasn’t getting violent, she couldn’t find herself caring too much, “I couldn’t expect much better, after all,” his voice lowered, nearly whispering, “how could trash like me even come near a beauty like you?”

Cringing, (Y/n) began turning away from her classmate when she heard it;

“Well, at least I get to see you tomorrow, my hope.”

He wouldn’t stay away. And honestly, (Y/n) should’ve known that. 

She should’ve known Nagito would cling to any hope he could get.

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highway to heaven

summary: just you and tom on a road trip having the time of your lives. kisses, intimacy, and motel sex included. | based off of nct’s highway to heaven (eng. version) pairing: tom holland x reader warnings: smut, oral sex (blowjob), handjob, fingering, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mirror sex, fluff word count: 4k words  notes: this has been in the oven for like half a year - hope you enjoy it! 

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We’ll take the highway to heaven  and I can’t wait to love you all alone  We'll take the highway to heaven  On the 101, let's see just where it goes… 

“Didn't we hear this song already?” 

Tom spoke over the booming music and the whooshing from the open sunroof and windows. He turned his head slightly and pulled his sunglasses down a bit—not worried about the infinite road that hasn’t had a car on it for the last several miles—to steal a glance at you. 

Sunglasses on, reality’s worries off. Your jaw was perched on your palm while your elbow relaxed near the bottom of the window. Tom smiled, snapping a mental picture of this memory. 

You shrugged slightly, eyes focused on the side of the road. Everything was going by in a blur. 

“Do you have a problem with it, Mr. Holland?”

A chuckle followed, “No, I don't, miss, I'm just wondering; your music all sounds the same to me.” 

“Excuse me?” you half feigned offense, moving your free hand to lay upon your chest. “At least I don't listen to the same 90s hip hop music over and over!” 

Tom bit his lip as he shook his head. “Now it’s getting personal.”

“Well, you started it!” 

You moved your body closer to his and stuck your tongue towards his face. Then, he quickly grabbed hold of your hand and intertwined fingers. 

“I love you,” he cooed into your ear. 

In protest, your fingers didn’t reciprocate the hand-holding, but it only made Tom’s fingers grip a little harder. 

“I know,” you retorted jestfully. He leaned his face closer to yours, still keeping his eyes on what was in front of him. A few seconds passed while the moment lingered in the air. 

“Say it back, love.” 

You shook your head with pursed lips.

“Aw, c’mon - at least give me a kiss.” 

This time, it was Tom’s turn to lean a little closer to your body. He pouted dramatically, causing you to laugh. You succumbed to his simple request, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. How could you not give in to the love of your life? 

It was the third day of your two-week vacation. The two of you had a general idea on where you were heading, but no specific plans whatsoever. No hotel reservations, no restaurants planned, no special sights to see - just you, him, some spare luggage, and the rental car.  

For much of the ride, Tom’s free hand was always preoccupied, either holding yours, drawing shapes on your thigh, or fist-pumping to the road trip music. The highway was fairly empty and quiet, with the exception of the music blasting out of the car and each of your boisterous, never-ending laughs.

“Oh my god!” you squealed when one song changed into the next. “This is my jam!” 

“Honey, you’ve been saying that throughout the whole ride.” 

“You shush - this is my song!”  

The beats and lyrics began to control your body. Without a thought, you pulled yourself up through the sunroof and stood up above your seat. Despite the lack of preparation of the wind blasting through your face, you still persisted and tried to rock to your music. As if Tom could read your mind, he slowed the car’s speed to let you savour the moment. 

“Be careful, babe!” you faintly heard a voice say from below. 

Adrenaline surged from your head to your toes. The feeling of the gust of wind through every inch of your upper body, the feeling of one of your favourite songs playing, the feeling of being with your boyfriend…

Pushing back your sunglasses, ensuring they wouldn’t blow away, you screamed the lyrics to the sky in elation. You were on top of the world and you couldn’t have asked for a better life.

Suddenly, Tom began to lightly smack your ass. 

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” you shouted with jest. 

“I can’t help myself when it’s right in front of my face in a pair of practically booty shorts!” He paused for a moment, sliding his hand over the curvature of your ass. “Also, you have a really nice bum.” 

Tom continued and you couldn’t stop laughing, even when he was trying to be sensual by kissing the back of your thighs. The song faded into the next, but you couldn’t care less. 

With the wind still brushing against your face and the sights going by in a flash, you sighed into Tom’s touches, trying your best to soak up all of these moments like it was the last.

Sunset began to colour the sky in hues of purple and pink. Tom was driving towards this secluded spot nearby where the views were supposedly spectacular, according to a blog post he looked at. It took some time, but he finally figured out which exit to go through after several accidental exits and turns. Your temporary stop was at a cliff overlooking a small city nearby. The city sparkled with lights juxtaposed against the now darkening sunset. It looked too much like a scene from a movie.   

“Tom, did you bring us to a make-out spot?” you tilted your head upon realization. He did the same and raised an eyebrow. 

“Well, the post didn’t say it was a make-out spot… per se…” 

You lightly smacked Tom on his arm before the two of you got out of the car to sit on the hood. Tom wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. Both of you were awestruck at the view and sat in silence for a bit. 

“I can’t believe you brought us to a famous make-out spot,” you whispered, eyes still focused on the sights before you. “But it’s not like I would kiss you anyway.” 

He scoffed, “Yeah?” He turned his body to face you, and you the same. “You sure about that?” 

A soft murmur released from your lips prior to the caress of your face in his palm. His fingers brushed some of your loose hair out of your face before his lips met yours under the stars that began to dance in the night sky. 

The kissing started out soft. One hand on his chest, the other relaxed on his arm, giving it a squeeze here and there every once in a while. He rubbed his thumb tenderly over your cheek. The smell of the greenery and a faint mixture of his perspiration and natural scent was intoxicating to your senses. 

Similarly, your scent drove Tom wild; you smelled sweet, something like berries or lavender, but nothing overbearing. One hand always kept you close and safe, while the other consistently casually rummaged through your hair. Soon, things began to heat up when his hand moved down towards your back, then towards your ass and squeezing it.

“Can’t help it—” he mumbled into your mouth. You giggled, followed by you maneuvering to straddle his lap. Tom held onto your waist while you held onto his sturdy shoulders prior to fixing your hair with the city view behind you.  

“The city is beautiful,” Tom peeked over your shoulder, then looked up into your eyes. “But not as beautiful as you.” 

“You are so corny,” you shook your head, but it only made you want him more. 

Desire dripped when you pulled him in for a kiss. To no one’s surprise, the kissing became deeper and needier. The holds evolved into grasping and gripping. Both of you began to grind into each other’s bodies. When Tom found his way under your t-shirt and started to drag his nails lightly against your bare back, you leaned your head back as a groan escaped softly. Simultaneously, Tom enraptured your neck in kisses; more inflamed grinding and moans followed. 

“Fuck, Tom…” you caught yourself pulling away to reach for his pants, but your logic led you to quickly drag him by the hand into the backseat of the car instead. You pulled Tom into your body again once he closed the car door behind him. Instantly, you went back to what you previously thought and started to unbuckle Tom’s jeans while you sat on your feet in the seat next to him. 

“What if someone comes by?” he panted, eyes focused on your hands. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. You needed him now more than ever and weren’t willing to give up any chances to make love with him, especially on your vacation. 

“We’ll give them a little show.” 

He glanced into your eyes and smirked, “You’re so bad…” 

After capturing his lips once again, you bit his lower lip in response to his comment as you continued to fiddle with his jeans and belt. Once done, you lowered yourself to pull his underwear and pants down to his ankles, then comfortably adjusted yourself, with your ass up in the air, to begin stroking his cock. 

Tom gasped and leaned his head back from your touch. It was only the beginning, but he was already so stimulated—the sight of your gorgeous body bent over his cock in the backseat of a car, your eyes looking up at him engulfed with a sexual appetite… you didn’t even have him in your mouth yet. A groan emerged when you began to lick his length from the base all the way to the tip. You took your time and made sure every inch of his cock was lubricated with your saliva. With each lick, Tom’s hands gripped tigheter onto the car seat while his cock twitched ever so slightly. 

Once you felt he was teased enough, your mouth consumed him whole without warning.   

“Ugh, babe,” he eyed you from above with wide eyes. You bobbed your head slowly, making sure Tom felt pleasure with every movement. His repeated groans were affirming your thoughts. 

To even the playing field, Tom’s hand reached towards yous ass. He moved your underwear and shorts aside and inserted two fingers into you. You moaned into Tom’s cock from the sudden penetration, the vibrations only adding more to Tom’s bliss. Tom kept his pace steady as the moans kept flowing out of you and onto his length increasingly. The pleasure circled and tormented both parties evenly and immensely.   

You pulled yourself up for a breather and began to stroke him faster than his fingering. Flashing a smirk, he too fastened his pace. You briefly kissed him before pulling away, having your perspired forehead against his. 

“Not fair…” Words were difficult to form through the stimulation. It took you a few moments to execute your thoughts. “...You get more of a workout than I do.” 

He laughed a little between groans, “Don’t-don’t doubt your ability. You’re not so bad yourself.” 

You laughed at his joke, but the mood changed when you kissed him again. It was unspoken, but someone was bound to come first and you weren’t willing to lose. Neither was Tom.  

You deepened the kiss. He sunk more into your touch.

He had his other hand squeeze your tits. You moaned more into his mouth. 

You played with the tip and the slit of his cock, rubbing the pre-come all around. His touch on your breasts weakened and his fingering slowed. 

The timing was perfect, the timing was now - you gripped his length and lit up your wrist, using all your might to stroke as fast as you could. Desperately, Tom began to call your name again and again, shaking his head. 

“Babe, I’m-I’m going to—” 

No other words were needed. His eyes flickered, then closed shut, before he quivered as you felt his hot come and soft moans trickle out, the former into your hand and the latter into the humid air within the car. 

Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anyone else who came around the make-out spot to witness your little show. You awkwardly reached over the cupholders and center console to grab some tissues from the glove compartment. Tossing some to Tom and keeping some for yourself, you cleaned each other’s juices off your respective hands before heading into the front seat once more. With his pants back on, Tom fumbled with his belt as you spoke up. 

“I hope that was okay,” your cheeks tingled against the night air.

“Honey,” he gently placed his fingers under your chin, turning you to face him. “You’re amazing. I meant what I said before - don’t doubt yourself. Okay?” 

You nodded and with a smile, Tom kissed you softly. 

“I love you.” 

Your stares lingered a little longer on each other; both parties in disbelief at how lucky they were. 

“I love you, too.” 

“Now, let’s get some dinner, shall we?”   

Both of you took one last look at the surreal view before Tom started the engine to drive to the nearest restaurant. 

You ended up at a 24/7 breakfast diner at the next exit over. Pastel blue and pink splattered across the restaurant like it was a blast from the past. With the rusty furniture and worn down seatings, it probably was a relic from its own time, but the restaurant was homely and kept well on its own terms. 

Laughter, handholding, and footsie ensued between the milkshakes, pancakes, bacon, and the like. After you two split the bill, the waitress thanked you both and added, “You two lovebirds have a good night now!”  

Beaming and knowing her words were likely to ring true, you left the diner with your arm linked through his. 

Tom drove for a little while since the next motel was several exits away. By the time you reached it, you had fallen peacefully asleep. He carefully woke you up and helped you into the motel room after he checked in. 

Likewise to the breakfast diner from dinner, the motel was a little run down. Although you noticed it had a few things redone and the walls were recently painted, the sink and mirror, which were directly parallel to the side of the bed, had some rust and cracks in them, respectively. Nevertheless, it would be your home for the night and it had one thing you both appreciated—working air conditioning. 

You opted to jump into the shower first to wake yourself up. Afterward, Tom followed suit while you rested on the queen size bed and watched whatever was playing on TV, which had a mirror oddly placed next to the side of it. It didn’t take long until both of you were settled in bed, but neither of you wanted to sleep just yet. 

Irresistible was definitely high on the list of words to describe Tom, especially when he always slept without a shirt and just a pair of underwear. Temptation oozed to every corner of the room when you two tangled in each other’s bodies and kisses, moving with ease and rhythm like a choreographed dance. All the clothes were either off the edge of the bed or already on the floor. The two of you let your bodies dance in unison and knew exactly what the other wanted. 

Kissing his shoulders, especially that little crook nearing his right side of the neck that made him shiver. 

Pinching your nipples, which were already hardened from the cool air and the pleasure, and even giving them a light nip between his teeth. 

Hands running through his hair wildly, gripping a little harder than you intended to, but Tom loved it when you couldn’t restrain yourself. 

His hand rubbing your clit in small circles, not enough to over galvanize you, but enough to keep you wanting more.  

During a brief lull, Tom pulled your body from behind into his. Your back was against his chest and you felt his hard-on against your body. You melted into him, relaxing your neck onto his shoulder. He began to kiss the other side of your neck whilst keeping his hands busy by grasping one of your breasts and fingering your wet sex. 

“It’s your turn to come first this time,” he whispered hotly into your ear. 

All the attention was on you, making you feel exposed, yet loved dearly by Tom ensuring you would reach climax. Whenever you arched your back, Tom gently leaned back and pulled you into him closer, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. His fingers hit you in the right spot, edging you closer and closer to the first orgasm of the night. It was difficult to keep your moaning to an appropriate noise level, but Tom was devilishly good at this. Your panting and rising sweat signified you were close. 

“Come for me, babe - come on my fingers like the good girl you are.” 

Your abdomen was getting tighter and hotter with each passing second and when the waves started to hit, you grasped onto the bedsheets and crumpled them with all your might while bursting in glorious moans, consistent with incoherent ones and of Tom’s name, over and over. 

Tom licked your come off his fingers and gave you a quick wink. Your cheeks tingled at the action, but, with practically everything he did, it also made you more ravenous. As Tom went to the sink to quickly wash his hands, you got up to grab a condom from your stash in your backpack. You quickly opened the package and had it ready when he came back to the bed. 

“A little eager, aren’t we?” He laid on the bed with his arms above his head, showing off the definition and tone of them. You bit your lip, knowing he always did that on purpose, then sat next to him to roll the condom on. 

“Shut up, you want me just as much as I want you.” 

His eyes scanned every beautiful bit of your face and body. After rolling the condom on, he replied with a shrug, “I won’t deny that…” 

The chiseled man was about to get up, but instead, you pushed him back down into his initial position, with his back against the bed board. Subsequently, you straddled him, hovering your body above him a little as you perched yourself up with your knees, and held his cock in your hand which was directly underneath your wetness. 

“Do you want me?” you asked, touching and teasing his covered cock. Tom nodded fervently, eyes moving from your hand, to your breasts, finally to your piercing eyes. 

“How much do you want me?” You teased further, sitting on his length ever so slightly and bouncing on the tip just a titch. A low groan released from his lips. 

“A lot, love. Please,” he begged as he held onto your waist, trying to push your body down on him, but you wouldn’t budge. You bounced a few additional times then sat down properly, embracing his cock fully. 

For balance, you grabbed onto his shoulders and you continued to bounce like there was no tomorrow. You glanced down at Tom, who groaned here and there with mad eyes, consuming all the pleasure and sight to see. His eyes met yours and he moved some hair out of your face. Unexpectedly, Tom took one of your breasts into his mouth and massaged the other with his hand, causing you to arch your back. Your lover’s spare hand gripped on your waist, then released the pressure to lightly drag his nails against your back. In between the sucks, his tongue flicked and circled around your nipple a few times. Of course, he wouldn’t forget to please your other breast too.      

All the while, you attempted to keep your bouncing steady, but it’d be a lie to say both of you weren’t close to coming. Coincidentally timed, as both of you didn’t want this night to be done so soon, your legs needed a break, so you got off Tom. After your temporary stretch, Tom positioned you bent over in front of him in the middle of the bed, specifically having you perfectly view the mirror next to the TV, while your bodies were paralleled with the large mirror atop the sink. 

“Is this okay?” He pulled your body up for a bit to rub your tits softly. You two had bathroom sex once or twice, so the concept or mirror sex wasn’t new, but to see all parties’ bodies and faces bared like this? If you felt exposed before when he fingered you, you felt naked to the core here.

But you always did like it when you saw Tom’s expressions when he fucked you, and you could assume he liked it the same. Replying with a nod and a kiss, you bent yourself over and were on your knees once again for Tom. Carefully, he eased his cock into your pussy. Both of you groaned from the sensation once it was entirely inside and both of you saw the others’ raw reactions through the mirrors.  

He started off slowly, partially to tease you, but partially for you to adjust to his length. During this position, Tom’s cock often hit you deeper than the others. Once you two acclimatized to each other, Tom quickened his pace. 

At this point, you were only peering at the mirrors once or twice. To be honest, you were embarrassed to embrace yourself like this, but you were getting railed by Tom fucking Holland, and if that wasn’t something to indulge in through the mirrors, then what were you doing with yourself? You turned your head to glance at the sink mirror and observed Tom insert himself into you repeatedly with his tight ass and sculpted abs and arms. He was initially focused on watching himself fucking you until he glanced to view the beauty’s reactions through the mirror, but he was surprised to meet your eyes instead. 

“You love it when you watch me fuck you?” He kept his gaze steady and the sound of your ass slapping against his body grew louder and louder along with the squeaking of the bed. You hoped no one would come knocking at your door. Shallow moans and rapid nods followed.   

“You feel me deep in you?” Tom started to pound slower, but more intensely. 

“Every—” A pound. An unprovoked, loud moan. “Every inch, Tom.” 

“You-you love my cock?” he panted, now looking at the front mirror next to the TV. He felt himself nearing and fucked you more rapidly.  

“Fuck, fuck,” The intense feeling in your abdomen area was rising once again. You must’ve been dripping wet and making a mess, but you were closing in on euphoria alongside your love and could care less. “Tom, I love your cock so much—fuck, don’t stop.”

Tom tried his best to continue for as long as he could, but he could only manage for only a few moments longer before he came in the condom within you. Both of you collapsed on the bed, heaving and panting heavily. Your legs and, especially, your pussy, convulsed, riding out the post-orgasms and the gratifying pain that would surely be felt in the morning. Thankfully you had the AC to not only cool you off immediately after, but you knew the smell of sex and sweat would be rampant without it.

Ensuing the clean-up, you and Tom snuggled together under the sheets as you laid on his chest with his arm around you. You looked up at Tom with tired eyes and a sweet smile. 

“I can't bear to leave you again,” Tom whispered, lacing his fingers with yours. The reality of the near future—the end of your vacation—began to form in your minds and both of you pushed the images away for a little longer.

“You know you never really leave me,” you kissed his bare knuckle, rubbing the roughness he developed during movie shoots and working out. Then, you held his knuckle against your heart. “You’re always with me.” 

Tom chuckled lightly, albeit cheesy, perhaps you were right. A kiss on the forehead resulted and he touched his forehead against yours. 

“Same goes for you,” he whispered.  

The two of you said your good nights and cuddled snugly until you two fell asleep. 

Even after the vacation was finished, no matter what would happen, despite all the worries and anxieties you had, you knew that deep down this is a place you would always have and where you were supposed to be. 

This is where home, haven, and heaven intersect and coexist—

In the arms of your love.