#his collarbones are my favorite thing about him

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tomorrow x together - making out

A/N: my requests are open again ♡ and omg i’m sorry the post is glitching-i’m trying to fix it

warnings: kissing, suggestive stuff, fem!reader, established relationships

yeonjun- He finally had the weekend off and the very first thing on his to do list was spend time with you, whether that be watching a movie or cliff diving, he just wanted to be near you no matter what you were doing. So, you both picked a movie and nestled into your bed.

The words “this movie is really good” was about to leave your mouth before you felt a hand slither under your shirt and around your waist pulling you closer into him. The sudden jerk caused a cloud of his cologne to circle around you and you couldn’t help but to bite your lip.

Too busy lost in your lewd thoughts you didn’t notice Yeonjun leaning closer to your neck, dragging his lips and nose across the skin. The gasp you let out has him breathily chuckling against you, “can you do me a favor?” He almost whispers against the back of your ear, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you hesitantly nod. “Look at me”, you mull it over in your head quickly and go to face his direction, you apparently didn’t do it fast enough because one of his hands finds your jaw and forces you to look at him. You can’t help the whine that leaves your throat, his gaze is lustful as he moves closer and closer to your lips.

Kissing Yeonjun was a one way ticket to ruining your underwear, the way he touches you along with his confidence always has you gushing. This kiss was of course no different, he deepens it by trailing the hand on your jaw to the back of your neck. Abruptly stopping, you wonder if you did something wrong.

“come here” he lets out and starts manhandling you into the position he has in mind, which happens to be on his lap. Hands stopping on your hips, he can feel blood rushing south and his pants tightening just by the look you’re giving him. Wide eyes that don’t hide how badly you want him to touch you.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Now I get a perfect view of my favorite girl” The smirk that adorns his face has you clenching around nothing. You can’t help but avoid his stare, looking anywhere you can that’s not him. The anxiety leaves you when he starts trailing kisses up and down your neck, you grind into him in desperation and he groans against your collarbone.

Lips make their way back up to your jaw and soon your mouth, this kiss was different than the last. He was more needy and eager, his teeth nipping you a few times. His abandons your waist in favor of the swell of your ass so he can push you into his growing erection. The action has both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. He soon pulls away and his lips some how look even hotter while slightly swollen and red.

“Can you do me another favor?” He asks breathily.

You curiously nod, “go ahead and lay down for me, alright?”

soobin- You’re backstage waiting for txt to finish their performance, eyeing the flat screen on the wall in front of you, you can’t help but to eye soobin. His stage presence was lethal, the way he paired gyrating with sinful facial expressions made you clench your thighs in need. Soon enough they’re done and your eyes immediately find him, he frantically eyes the room until he meets your gaze. As he makes a B-line towards you he adorns a facial expression you can’t figure out.

“Are you alright?” You ask concerned when he makes his way over, he clears his throat and curtly nods. Grabbing your hand and dragging you off the couch you were sitting on, you kept saying his name in hopes he’d reveal where you were going but no dice. Wherever he was taking you it was important, after going down some windy halls he opens a random door and shoves you inside closing the door behind him.

“What’s your prob-“ He cuts you off with a searing kiss, you gasp into his mouth and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer. Your upper back soon meets the closed door and your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders. Unfortunately you pull away, “what’s wrong?” You pant while never breaking eye contact.

“What’s your prob-“ He cuts you off with a searing kiss, you gasp into his mouth and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer. Your upper back soon meets the closed door and your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders. Unfortunately you pull away, “what’s wrong?” You pant while never breaking eye contact.

“I need you so bad” He mutters against your lips, going back in for more. His hands unwrap around you to settle on your hips so he can grind into you better. The feel of his hands has you keening and moaning into his mouth.

The dress you’re wearing soon bunches around your waist while he maneuvers one of your legs off the ground and around his waist. The new angle making his rutting 1000x better. You try your best not to ruin his hair or makeup but it’s so hard, you’re going crazy over the feeling of him.

beomgyu- He was finishing up a dance he was practicing, you knew how hard he worked so you decided to be a good girlfriend and order some lunch for you both.

As you press some buttons on your phone you let him know it’ll be here in 30 minutes, he nods and goes to sit down beside you on the floor of the practice room. He was kinda sweaty and panting but that only seemed to make him more attractive, you stare at him through the mirror in awe at the way his slightly damp hair sticks to his forehead and his flushed face.

He meets your gaze through the glass and sends you a wink, “you are such a tease” you whine.

“Weren’t you just staring at me?”

“it’s not my fault you’re hot”, rolling your eyes like it was basic knowledge. He shyly chuckles at your confession and slyly scoots closer making sure you’re not aware.

He decides he’s close enough when he strikes and his skillful fingers attack your sides, you loudly gasp while giggles are being forcibly ripped from your throat. Your hands find his and try their hardest to remove them from you, but it’s in vain.

“b-beomgyu, beomgyu. S-stop please” You plead as your body jerks. You try another approach and test your luck in desperately crawling away, it seems to be working until he flips you over and continues his laughter inducing torture.

He doesn’t know what comes over him but the way your writhing underneath his body has him slowing down his attack, he fully stops and gazes into your hooded eyes. He understands how hot panting can be now, without hesitation he leans down and connects your lips while his hands are on either side of you.

You immediately kiss back and smile into it, it was all innocent until he groans into it and licks your bottom lip. Opening your mouth your tongues meet and you’re suddenly very aware of the feeling in your underwear. It only gets worse when he sucks your tongue, you pull away slightly and mutter, “gyu, please touch me”

He groans at your desperate plea and goes to lift your shirt but the sound of knocking totally ruins the moment and sends you two flying away from each other. The door opens and a staff member comes in to drop off the food you ordered.

You both thank her and glance at each other, laughing at what just happened.

taehyun- He was on vlive while you were behind the camera. He was talking about…you have no idea what he’s talking about. Probably card magic, his full attention is on the live and you know these last for a good amount of time. Thankfully there’s a couch where you’re waiting, but you just want his attention, you want him to touch you and talk to you.

A brilliant idea pops into your head and a very grinch like smirk spreads across your face. You are thankfully wearing shorts and thankfully Taehyun is an ass man. Now…how are you gonna get his attention without alarming the live. You grasp your phone and type “i miss you:(“, soon pressing send. You get into a nice pose that’s subtle but seductive.

His phone dings and he excuses himself while checking it, you know he reads it because he soon meets your gaze and his mouth parts in silent gasp. His eyes are glued to your ass but he soon looks back at the live. You know it’s not over as he keeps stumbling over his words, and the cherry on top is when you once again text him, “i may or may not be wearing underwear”.

He checks his phone once more and tries his hardest to come up with an excuse, soon going with “sorry guys pd nim needs to talk to me” He ends the live with a rushed apologetic smile and quickly stands up after it’s over, rushing over to you.

You bat your eye lashes and innocently say, “Taehyun you’re all done” The smile on your face doesn’t throw him off though, he pushes you back into the couch with a shove to your chest. “you’re so needy, hm?” He says before attaching your lips, the way he can put you in your place with just a kiss confuses you but you’re definitely not complaining.

He gets fully on top of you and breaks away, your hands find his sides and grip his shirt while he makes out with your neck. The feeling of his heavy and hot kisses on your sensitive neck has you holding in moans.

You can feel his warm hand trailing down to the hem of your shorts, “are you actually not wearing underwear?” He questions against your neck.

You let out a giggle and say, “not sure, you’re gonna have to check”

hyuka- You were both in his group’s dorm having dinner with everyone, Soobin wanted to have a “family” dinner so you all sat at the table together. You didn’t mind at all, free food.

You were about to have another bite from your plate when your eyes meet kai’s from across the table, you expect him to look away but he holds your gaze until Yeonjun starts talking to him. If he wanted your attention he definitely got it, you soon feel the urge to pee so you excuse yourself.

You leave the table and make your way to the bathroom, you’re about to close the door until a hand wraps around the edge of it and pushes it open.“Kai, whatre you doing?” Your eyes are wide with shock, this was not like him.

He closes the door behind him and you don’t miss the way he locks it as well, his hands find your waist and backs you up into the sink counter.

“I wanted to see you”

“You just saw me at the table?” Your eyebrow quirks at his reasoning. He rolls his eyes as he leans in, you now understand as his lips roll into yours. Kai was never this bold but you’d be lying if you said this side of him didn’t turn you on. The way he dominated the kiss and touched you like you weren’t made of glass made you clench your thighs.

Of course he notices though, so his hands find the backs of your legs and hoists you up on the counter. You clamp your legs around his waist and he lets out a low groan into your mouth. Sucking your bottom lip he grinds into you, you can tell he’s enjoying himself from the grip he has on you and the bulge in his pants.

“what’s gotten into you?” You murmur against his lips, hands finding his cheeks.

He chuckles breathily and gives your lips a few pecks before answering, “I just miss you is all” You both smile and get back to kissing, Kai has other plans as his hands make their way up your shirt and to your bra.

“Kai, we can’t do anything here. They’ll hear us” You warn, “And what if I want them to hear?” Your eyes widen and you find his lips again. You have no idea what’s up with him but he’s making you melt.

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Eddie Munson Smut HC (Pt.1)

[ ⛧ ] Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [ ⛧ ] Warnings: Talk of sex, pet names (princess), mentions of kink. [ ⛧ ] A/N: This is total trash. I haven't written one of these in a while. I didn't want to make this super long, so there might be a part two at some point. Below the cut are 26 random smut-related Eddie things.

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Let's face it, he's a total Daddy. He's all about you, taking care of you, showing you off, making you laugh and smile.

At the same time, he doesn't hesitate to take control of you.

He's always attentive, especially to your body. He's one to take mental notes when you really enjoy something and he'll do it again.

But he won't cross your hard limits, he's going to learn what you can and can't handle and go from there.

Heaven forbid he feels like he's crossed them though. It would break his heart and he turns into a total softy wanting to make sure you are taken care of and to let you know he's sorry.

He's great with aftercare after a rough fuck session.

All he'll want to do is shower you with praise, clean you up, cuddle, and smoke a joint with you while his fingers gently touch over any marks he may have left on your body.

He's the kind of guy that really enjoys fucking you to his favorite vinyls/cassette tapes/cds. So hopefully you have the same taste in music. Better enjoy Ozzy, Dio, Van Halen, Def Leppard, Mötley Crüe, and others.

He's not afraid to start singing the lyrics of metal love songs in the middle of sex because he knows it's going to get you to laugh and giggle.

He's got magic fingers. Seriously, he really knows how to use them and loves to watch you squirm against them.

And he'd never take off his rings when fucking you. He knows that you like the way they feel against your skin, especially when he's gripping at you.

Once getting past his shyness, and becomes more comfortable with you, he's kind of a risk-taker. At least when it comes to getting laid with you.

He doesn't hesitate to let you know what he wants in the middle of school. Even if it means bringing you into the janitor's closet for a quick make-out session.

He'll even take you out to the back of his van while skipping class just because he's aching to feel you around him.

"Come on Princess. I need you, right now."

Don't hesitate to pull on his hair during sex. He loves it. It'll make him moan and growl.

He'll whisper in your ear sweet nothings and turn around and whisper what he's going to do to you later, and it will be filthy.

He's obsessed with touching you. Grabbing at you. Smacking your ass as you walk past him.

During sex, he loves to leave little finger bruises against your hips and thighs and hickeys against your collarbone and neck.

He's going to want to mark his territory and then show it off.

Depending on his mood or the kind of day he's had, Eddie is either going to fuck you roughly or he's going to take it nice and slow.

He has days where, when he's down, or just having shit luck he'll really take his time and lose himself in you.

He'll become very kissy and touchy, a little more so than usual. He's going to have this need to feel you close and forget about whatever was bothering him.

On some days he sets the mood, lighting candles with music softly playing.

He can be romantic in his own adorable sort of way.

But don't be surprised if he picks up one of the candles to drip wax into your skin. He loves the way wax looks against your skin.

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BASEMENT COUCH. + ARGYLE

m.list / nav. / kofi. summary. your boyfriend Ari being in love with your small boobs. author's note. its been two days people give me my stoner by fanfics i need it for a friend.

[ ❥ ] pairing. argyle x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1k

[ ❥ ] genre. mature

[ ❥ ] warnings. language, mature theme, reader with small boobs, Argyle being underrated, courruption kink?, hickeys, dry humping, sub Argyle, breast play, grinding, not proofreading it’s almost midnight i’m so sorry

Your soft, gentle moans echoed through the boy's basement, and your whimpering made Argyle almost drool as you two lay on the old, uncomfortable springs in the sofa that smelt kind of like corn chips and passed around goodwill donations.

You grew accustomed to the musk and even fell into arousal with Argyle's scent, borrowing most of his button shirts just to drown in it. 

You and Argyle grew to love each other's flaws, as he was smitten with you the first day you introduced yourself to him at his job, being one of the new employees he was scheduled to train you and since you two were inspectable.

As you were one of his best friends besides Jonathan, you were also the first girl to openly show interest in him the moment you realize your romantic feelings for him. 

You didn't hesitate to confess leading to your perfect relationship that was formed to this day. Ari considered himself even lucky to somehow get you to fall in love with him, still not fully believing you were actually attracted to him, you were just so perfect in his eyes. 

You found his nervousness for you adorable and an extreme turn-on, even though he was still stumbling and stuttering his words as he spoke when it came to showing affection.

You jumped him because it would take a couple of months for the boy to be comfortable enough to do anything remotely close to sex with you.

Realizing that your sex drive was so much more driven than Ari’s it didn't help when the boy would and you were alone during a smoke sesh, once the weed took effect on you it was impossible to not latch your lips onto his soft brown skin. 

Nibbling hickeys just along his collarbone as Ari would sit obediently under you holding your hips as you straddled his lap as most of your sexual interaction would start with you leading, Ari being a nervous guy in general which was why he was always stoned. 

One thing that he knew he loved about you for sure was your breasts, he didn't understand how you could complain about them being “too small” when they fit just perfectly in his hands.

Finding comfort in needing and groping your chest every time you would slide your tongue in his mouth, almost like his hands were just made to hold tease them, or your chest was made to be held by him? Either way, he wasn't complaining as long as he got to suck on them still.

Your makeout sessions always started the same. Ari would get you high in his basement, coaxing you over to his house.

After your shift was over, he would drive you to his home, blaring music in his company van as you two would jam out all the way down the steps, and found yourselves getting high ranting and rambling about life and how your lives were going. 

Then Ari’s favorite stage would happen: the progression of you sturdily flirting with him until your comments become just straight out lustful as he tries to contain his shyness at your lewd compliments directed at him. 

Even if the routine had played out in your relationship almost a million times.

Ari still found you sitting on his lap, nerve-racking, the way you would grind against his hips. Making his hands tremble as you distracted yourself by sucking hickeys into his neck.

As you guided his hands to travel up your body and under your shirt, nibbling at his lips as you shed your shirt and removed your bra.

His greedy hands grabbed your small exposed boobs instantly, like they had belonged there, massaging the warm flesh with his rough hands. 

You drew back, caressing the boy's face before kissing him passionately on the lips, his lashes fluttering as you did so. It was almost as if you kissed all of his words from his throat, your tongue stringing out all of his common sense as it invaded his mouth.

"You're looking stunning right now, Ari." The compliment made his mouth gaped, and you could almost hear the bolts in his brain clicking into action as he blinked, a shy chuckle escaping his throat.

"Oh–yeah, I—I mean, thanks, thank you. I think you're really pretty too, obviously because you're my girlfriend, but I'm not saying that just because you're my girlfriend, I think you're... perfect." You giggled as he stammered over his words.

You wrap your arms around his neck, watching the boy try to keep eye contact.

His gaze shifted to your eyes, then to your exposed breasts, which he was still fondling. He admitted several times how much he adored your boobs—how soft and squishy they were, how perfectly they cupped in his hands, and how hot it was to suck on them.

His tongue teased the bud as you ran your fingers through his long hair, kissing the top of his head as he moaned in contentment, feeling like he was in heaven as you massaged your fingers through his scalp.

"Not too hard, Ari," you grumbled as you felt his teeth tease your buds as he grinded his boner up against your thigh. His mind was too clouded by your tits in his face to speak an actual apology, so he hummed one. 

"I'm so in love with you, dude," Ari moaned, his lips wet with spit, and a string followed from his lips when he pulled his mouth away. "Don’t call me dude when your dick is literally grinding against me right now." You chuckle, Ari exhaled as he muttered a soft "sorry."

Your head leaned back as his tongue latched back onto your perked nipple. "Jesus, you really know how to use your mouth."

Your fingers combed through the thick hair of his nap, pulling as he grunted, sucking your nipples harder as he coaxed a whimper from your lips. 

Pulling away with a small pop, he wiped the spit from his mouth before muttering a more embarrassed apology,

"Um, I think I might have to stop for a bit." His words were slow as your eyes followed his directed glance, noticing the dark spot circled in the form of his jeans.

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[husbandhoshi]

title: what’s your number?

genre: fluff, light angst

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

wc: 6.1k

summary: this whole soulmate thing is supposed to be easy. unfortunately, fate has other plans for you. 

tags: soulmates!au (in which people find printed numbers on their skin, counting down to when they meet their soulmate), best friends to lovers, highschool!au, college!au, slow-ish burn, emotionally confused!reader, suggestive content 

being at this party, filled with people you neither like nor know, feels like staring straight into the sun, where you feel your eyes closing in on themselves but cannot bring yourself to look away. you sit in a ring in front of the television, the light from a midnight teen drama casting everyone's faces in neon and shadow. 

the girl next to you tugs the collar of her shirt to the side to reveal a delicate, neatly printed 493 on the ridge of her collarbone. "i can't believe i'm going to meet my soulmate in university. it's the perfect romance!" 

they all giggle, heady and pitchy. "i can't believe i have to wait like, two thousand days. i think i'd be dead by then." another reveals a 2003 on the back of his wrist. 

"hey, what about you?" 

all the heads turn to you, like dolls in a horror movie. 

your heart plummets, god, it feels like it tumbles right out of your body, bare for all of them to see.  

"uh, mine haven't shown up yet." the silence feels like it's pressing into your eardrums, punishing your honesty. "my mom says there are late bloomers for this kinda stuff so... i'm not worried."

instead, you're met with cruel twists of their lips. snarls from a wolf pack. 

"oh, i've never heard of that one before." 

"maybe yours is broken." 

"or maybe you don't have a soulmate."

you run out of the house in tears, watching the flames of the birthday candles, the glittery smiles, the printed numbers on their skin blur in and out of vision. 

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if you could describe vernon's car, you think you would start with how it sounds. the clanking of the engine as it turns over (she’s thinking, he would say, and you reply, only because she’s not sure she wants you to drive her.), the rasp of his speakers as he plugs in the frayed aux cord, your laughter, floaty and ephemeral. it's faded red, and it feels like home.

he props up his feet on the ratty dashboard. the trinkets he's hung on the rearview mirror jingle airily; you catch a glimpse of the faded little tree air freshener you bought for him three, maybe four years ago.

"shitty party." 

vernon's a man of little words, but you like that. he actually thinks before he talks, a rare commodity in your circles. you don't need to try to read him—he speaks, and you know his heart.

you can only slump back in your seat and reach for your milkshake. you're parked in front of your regular diner, facing the moon and the stars and sharing an order of fries (one of your favorite best friend traditions). he's in his big blue pajama hoodie, although when you called, he insisted that he was most definitely not asleep. 

"i don't understand why they had to be so mean. my mom's numbers showed up when she was 17, and a lot of people online haven't had theirs yet." he hears you sigh and turns his head ever so slightly to look at you, really look at you to let you know he's listening. "or maybe i just don't have a soulmate. what if there's an odd number of people in the world, and i'm just the unlucky one? it doesn't make sense." 

"mine haven't shown up either," vernon says, digging his hand in the bag to eat the fries at the bottom, because it feels like he's hogging them just a little less. "just gotta be patient, i guess. those guys wouldn't know a thing about that." 

vernon shrugs his right shoulder, just lifts it up a touch. he's inviting you to rest your head on it, which you gladly do.  

"i think you have my favorite shoulders in the world," you groan, and he smiles, because of course he does.

vernon's never cared about your numbers. it's almost like, when you're with him, you're in a different world, one without soulmates, without these dumb body calendars, without feeling like you're pressed up against a window outside, looking in.

sometimes you feel like you're somewhere out there, lost among the high-tide of unknowns and of things that vernon calls stupid, like whatever the hell mingi from literature is going to say about you fleeing the party. and sitting here, riding the rise and fall of his breathing, your cheek smushed against his shoulder, things feel a lot less complicated. things feel right.

inhale. you meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and he smiles at you. exhale.

"you know what? fuck soulmates!" you say this decisively, like you're marking your heart, your being with those words. 

"yeah. fuck soulmates!" 

you commemorate this with a hearty cheer (the dull clink of your styrofoam cups). your smiles are warm in the moonlight, and your heart feels a little something too, like the glow of a stoplight through a thick fog. 

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as the rose-colored hysteria of high school retreats far into memory, your sentiments remain the same. 

dinnertime conversations with passing acquaintances all somehow come back to the frustrating topic of those neatly inked prints on the side of a finger, the small of a back, the curve of an ankle. 

you've learned better than to indulge them in your missing numbers. "297, to be exact. on my hip." the lie now feels light on your tongue, a practiced dance. they always coo excitedly, speculating as to where and how you will meet this mystery person, as if they knew you. "but what really is the point of these numbers? i mean, do we really only have one soulmate?" and they always seem to not hear that part, instead choosing to pick at the cherry tomatoes in their dinner salads. 

your heart still feels a little in love with the idea, but you just haven't been dealt the right cards. not in this lifetime at least, you tell yourself. 

sometimes you draw in the numbers yourself, sharpie in your shaking hand, and watch the ink bleed black into the ridges of your skin. you know you'll see it weep in the shower, but you like how it makes you feel real. like you have a person, like you're like everyone else.

you miss vernon.

he's studying at a different university, a few thousand miles too far away from you. you miss your midnight talks in his car, sleeping over at his place, sneaking into movies at the local theater, sharing ice cream from the parlor. 

you talk often, but when his voice comes through the speakers, tinny and hollow, the miles between you two feel stretched, real.

("you'll call right?" you had asked. your voice is small, and the seconds before his reply feel long, taut, like they'll break. vernon's smile makes you want to cry, but you don't know why. "more times than you can pick up," he says. he doesn't say it like a promise, because promises can be broken. instead, he says it like it's the one true thing he knows, and your heart feels like it shatters into a million little pieces. you don't know why either.

"you're gonna get so fucking tired of me," he laughs, and you swear, never, ever, ever.)

"what, you kept that?" 

you see him lean towards the screen to look at you better, to really verify the blue hoodie in your laundry pile was the pajama blue hoodie he lent you and you never gave back. time stops for a breath; god, why is your heart squeezing like that?

and of course you kept it. wore it too, on the nights where you missed the way he smelled (fresh oranges, pine, fabric softener), the way he would press his hand against yours to make fun of the size difference, the way he smiled for you across a crowded room. 

life's a little different without vernon  — even your music doesn't sound as good as it did through the grain of his car speakers.

"well, you gave it to me!" you grin and hold it up. "you want it back? fly your dumb ass over here then." 

vernon smiles again, the big and wide kind that makes his cheeks round. "you know i'm too damn poor for that." 

a heavy i miss you hangs in the air, although neither of you can bring yourselves to say something that feels so precious. you keep it locked up in a little part of your brain, instead, letting the fragile, warm memories wash over you like they'll somehow bring him closer.

"come during winter break," you whine.

"i just might." vernon cards a hand through his hair and takes another swig of his energy drink (specifically, the light blue red bull). "who else is gonna call you idiot?" 

"the only thing i'll ever say you're good at." 

"aw, come on." he holds up his hands in protest. "now who basically took ap lang for you? or chauffeured you to mcdonalds literally every—"

"you only drove because i don't have a car!"

"no, you don't even have a license."

his sweet laugh bubbles through your speakers and fills the room with the feeling of sunshine, even though it's 2 in the morning and the nighttime is tucked behind its blanket of clouds. 

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the first time you did this, you swore you'd never do it again.

but here you are, sitting pretty as a picture at the party you're at, with an inked in 409 on the back of your thigh, just low enough for it to peek through the slit of your dress. you tell yourself it's an invitation—come, show me we don't have to be soulmates to feel something—but, really, it feels like armor against some wretched invisible voice telling you you're dying alone.

a year and some change until you meet your soulmate, so might as well have some fun, you tell junhui, a kind graduate student with beautiful eyes, and he smiles because he believes you.

you think his eyes are still beautiful when he tells you he doesn't think it's going to work out. "waiting for my person," he says as he runs a limber finger over the 88 on his wrist.

the following week, you're a neat 31, the script tucked below your rib for chan to find. "whoever you meet next month is a lucky man," he tells you, pressing you into the creased covers of his bed, smelling of downey and soju.

it's a compliment that digs into your skin. no, you're not going to meet someone next month because there isn't anyone on your roster, and all the allure of feeling wanted shatters in the face of that realization. temporary numbers for temporary feelings trying to replace a forever.

when he drops you off in front of your apartment complex that liminal time of night when the moon bleeds into the sky, you feel the hollowness in your chest somehow grow larger; you watch as his little car is sucked up into the grey horizon, like he's irrevocably stolen some part of you that you don't know is gone yet.

somehow, you feel even more profoundly like you don't have a soulmate.

somehow, you find yourself missing vernon again, against all odds.

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you're a 107 when vernon video calls you.

"i'm, uh, coming home for break," he says. you're taking off your makeup from the night's earlier excursion, where you went on what could possibly—no, undoubtedly—have been the worst date of your life. "we can hang out, right?" he asks into the void of silence as you shuck a muddy cotton pad into the bin.

"yes, please," you laugh. "i'm dying out here."

"you're beautiful, " seungcheol tells you. he has a 492 on his bicep, which he does not hesitate to display as he pushes up the sleeve to his white tee. the jaundiced light of the diner falls into his dimples, his collarbones, makes him look like he's glowing. he might just have been one of the hottest men you've ever met.

"hey, you look..." your eyes drift from the mirror to where your phone is propped up, admiring vernon's admittedly very cute thinking face.

"awful?" you ask, albeit rhetorically. it should be clear from your raccoon eyes, but he's never been one to pay too much attention to how much, or how often you beat your face. you'd always just been you to him, which made you feel all sorts of complicated ways. but above all, it made you feel comfortable, which is what you need the most at the moment.  

"no, uh..." vernon rubs the back of his neck, a familiar gesture that makes your chest feel like it's being stuffed with cotton, or maybe cement—you feel your stomach pressing, pressing, pressing into itself, like it's trying to make some abstract shape without your consent. "good?" he tilts his head and laughs as a replacement for words.

"flattering, considering i just went on a terrible date."

"not too shabby yourself," you tell seungcheol, watching his eyes crease up at the corners in a smile. you search your heart for that soaring feeling, that little catch in your chest you’re supposed to get when you're in love. you're so absorbed in denying the sheer emptiness you encounter instead that you miss seungcheol's next question, which he so graciously repeats. "do you believe in soulmates?"

"oh?" vernon looks shocked, so much so that it inexplicably breaks your heart a little.

"i'll tell you more when you come visit," you say, yanking off a falsie hard enough to smart. that's a lie, which you've gotten much better at telling without him around to see right through you. "much rather hear about your day."

he knows better than to pry when he shouldn't, so he acquiesces.

"dj'ed again at the radio session today," he starts. "played the playlist you made me, actually."

of course he's been thinking about you. the knowledge that you even exist to him when you're not around fills you with a certain amount of guilt. 

ever-present, ever-faithful vernon, and you. you, who feel like you're lost somewhere in the cracks, drifting, drifting, until he tugs your kite string back to earth.

"i'm not really into the soulmates thing," you reply. "that's kind of why i'm here." you meet seungcheol’s gaze, unwavering, fascinated by your honesty. "me neither," he tells you. his lopsided smile disappears under the lip of his beer glass. "this may be kind of stupid, but i want to get to know you better." "okay," you say.

you look at your phone screen again. vernon's little face, illuminated by the light of his phone (his roommate is asleep, unlike yours, who knows no concept of time), grins back at you. it's an excuse to study him, trace the lines of his smile, see how they disappear into his handsome jawline.

"why are you looking at me like that?" vernon laughs again, and it makes you feel funny. "it's a compliment! i was saying my good taste in music must have rubbed off on you."

"sorry, i just..." for once, the words feel like they've been ripped out from under you. "just wanted to look at you." you settle on the truth, which feels so easy when you're with him.

the silence is pulled thin again. you count the seconds as they bite into the immeasurable space between you.

this is one of the few times vernon's expression is unreadable, his eyes shiny caramel pools in the glow of his phone as they avert from your gaze.  

"what was so bad about the date?" he asks. "just curious."

"nothing, i—" you chew your lip. "i dunno. he was too perfect, maybe that was it."

and that's exactly why the date was so terrible. seungcheol was perfect, and yet you felt as if you were chasing a wall. searching those puppy dog eyes for an answer he couldn't possibly give you, no matter how much he wanted to.

later, you're watching vernon drift off to sleep on facetime, honey hair falling into his eyes like a habit, when your heart takes the worst fucking plunge of your life.

fuck. fuck.  

you notice the tiny little numbers on your collarbone that you had so carefully, stupidly inked in, in remembrance of that terrible party you went to years ago. they melt onto the cotton pad like they always do, except this time it matters, it fucking matters that vernon's probably thinking your numbers waltzed in one day and you just didn't tell him.

it matters that he thinks you have a soulmate now, and that soulmate isn't him.

and for the life of you, you can't figure out why the hell that makes you so upset.

i just don't fucking want him to leave me behind, you tell yourself. and right now, you don't know what the hell a soulmate is supposed to be, but vernon's the damn closest thing you have to one, and you might have just lost him.

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it's the most unfortunate thing to happen, you think, your back to the mirror as your roommate tries to position another mirror within your line of vision. 

you were studying, and you had reached back to tie your hair up when your roommate had unleashed the most unsightly gasp. 

"fuck, your numbers!" 

and there they are, you now see, in the shaky reflection of your roommate's makeup compact. 

a neat, round, zero. 

"zero. you have got to be kidding me. all my life and i've waited for a freaking zero." you don't know whether to laugh or to cry at the irony of it all. you don't even feel real right now. "so maybe i am fucking broken after all." 

the beat your roommate takes to think is so palpable, it might as well have grown legs and started talking.  

"maybe it popped up a little while ago. and since it's in a place impossible for you to notice, you wouldn't have known. and then the countdown just ran out." 

"so you're saying i have no idea when i met my soulmate." 

your roommate frowns. "maybe someone within the past few days. i don't know." then a sigh and a shake of her head. "you always told me you thought this whole thing was stupid anyway." 

you bite your lip. yeah, it was stupid because it didn't work. and now it feels all the more stupid that you still get fucked over, even if it just so happened that you weren't actually defective.

"what if your number was always zero because you had already met your soulmate? like it appeared late, and when it appeared it was already zero?" 

"then what's the point?!" you bury your head in your hands.

a reel of faces flashes through your memory. the beautiful girl on the subway. seokmin from psychology. the waiter who served you lunch at the cafe last week. seungcheol.

and then you think about vernon. what his numbers are, if he even has any.

and you think about that little part of you that so desperately wants him to be your number.

"look on the bright side! anyone with a 0 could potentially be your person! and i bet every one of them is eager to meet their match." 

"i don't wanna talk about it." 

you roll over and cover your head with a pillow, memories of you and vernon's fuck soulmates! stuck on a slow, sick repeat in your head.

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you don't think there's a better place in the world than curled up next to vernon on the ratty, naked queen sized mattress he has in his parents' basement (the two of you outgrew the twin in his bedroom).

the walls are plastered with second-skin band posters, pearly with the cast of the summertime moonlight. the sunshine yellow of the nirvana logo peeks out from behind the setlist from a blink-182 concert; the crt tv in the corner is playing a late-night sitcom, the fuzzy audio a low drone beneath vernon's quiet humming.

you're lying on your side, making some headway through a book his mom had gifted you for your birthday two years ago—or at least, trying to. instead, you're dancing somewhere on the periphery of wakefulness and a lovely dream. vernon is reading too, propped up on his elbow so he can see over your shoulder, although you suspect he's not absorbing much either, given you've been on the same page the entire commercial break.

"tired?" he asks, although it's more of an acknowledgement. a warm, familiar hand runs down the column of your spine. you roll over to look at him, sleep-dazed, hair fanning out around you like a halo. when your eyes catch, it melts you; the treble of the crickets quiets, and you feel you're so close to him, your hearts blur together.

he smiles at you, and you feel dizzy.

that was the summer you almost said you loved him.

but you didn't know what it meant yet. a part of you thought that if you said it aloud, the words would shrivel up and die because you didn't say it the right way, with the conviction that someone like vernon deserved.

today, he had texted you that he was going on a date with a girl from music theory.

what should i wear? he had asked, and this stupid question set you off and ruined the rest of your day.

and now the words you never said—i love you, i love you, i love you—swell in your head, taunting, fading. you're reaching for something now just barely out of grasp, two seconds too late.

it wasn't even fair of you to call seungcheol back, but you did. and now, you're here, reading the airbag warning on the visor in his camry, trying to find something to talk about for the 5 minutes it takes him to drive to his frat house.

you think, maybe, just maybe, if you kiss him hard enough, you'll fall in love with him. and just maybe, when you wake up in his bed tomorrow morning, it won't have mattered what his or your numbers are. he'll push up the sleeve on his tee again, and that 492 would have become a 0 because he'll be your soulmate, and then you can stop worrying about whoever the fuck vernon is busy falling in love with.

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the coffee shop is crowded in december, flooded with overdressed tourists in christmas scarves and couples defrosting in the booths tucked in the back. 

it's become a bad habit of yours, reading the sad forums on "looking for my number 0". it's a craigslist of missed encounters, of sad, desperate zero-holders to possibly reconnect with that passing face, the soft eyes that perhaps held their entire future. you've never posted, but it gives you a solace of sorts knowing that other people are in the same boat as you. 

“misery loves company,” you had told your roommate, who then proceeded to berate you for deleting seungcheol's number.

against her honest advice, it was easy. is the shitty date club accepting new members? vernon had texted you, and it was all you needed (honestly, more than enough) to hit that red button and be released.

suddenly, a pair of mittens comes crashing down on your head. "get off tinder, dummy." 

your brief indigence gives way to something that can only be described as falling in love. because there stands vernon chwe, cheeks blushed pink with warmth and glowing smile stretched from ear to ear. you fall into his arms like the best kind of habit; amongst everything going wrong around you, this one thing feels right.

again, you're pulled into the moment where you're two summers younger, where numbers don't matter. you feel stupid for ever doubting him, for ever trying to replicate what you had here, with him, because you honestly couldn't dare to imagine it with anyone else.

“i missed you,” he whispers into the crook of your shoulder, where both you and he know you have absolutely no chance at seeing his face. 

“i missed you too.” 

the both of you pull away more reluctantly than you’d like to admit. there’s a buzzing, whirring in your chest like something's coming to life again.

you both take your usual seats at the little table in the corner, next to the frosted window dotted with fresh snow. 

“your voice sounds better on the phone,” you joke, but, god, it’s the biggest lie you think you’ve ever told. you hate the electricity running through your veins; he sounds like home, like your favorite songs, the grit of his truck radio, the muffled beating under his hoodie. 

“you’re insufferable.” he does that thing where he leans back in his chair and ruffles the hair on the back of his head. “is that the only thing you have to say to me?” he’s light, floaty, with laughter.

“you first.” 

“okay, well. working at the studio has been amazing. i got an offer to write the lyrics to a song—and my evil boss happened to love it.” he fishes a pair of earbuds out from his coat pocket.

"you didn't tell me!"

"wanted it to be a surprise." his crooked smile has always been cute, but this time, it makes you feel like you're on the brink of exploding. "yes, there were a lot of late nights—” 

“you made sure i got an earful about those.” 

“yes, because, fuck, those were rough. picture this—you're mcing a radio show, at midnight. the booth smells like the floor of a frat house superbowl weekend, you’re running off ramen and piss-warm red bull, and someone's trying to phone in and ask if they should drop their chemistry class.” 

you love seeing him like this, all lit up with the energy he has when he’s in love. 

"the answer is always yes, you know."

he meets your eyes for a split second, then his gaze falls back to his latte. “wish you were there. who else would entertain me at 4 am? i’ve lost my touch.” he says this half-dunked in a chuckle, but there’s a hint of sincerity in it that makes you feel as if you’re on a rocking boat.

something feels different, like both of you are holding back or something, like there are a million unsaid words floating in the air and no one can seem to pull them out quite right. you've been rehearsing a half-baked speech in your head, but all you can come up with is (1) you might possibly be the worst friend in the world and (2) fuck soulmates, unless their name is vernon. 

“shut up.” you finally notice you’re smiling, that you’ve been smiling, that your cheeks hurt from doing it so much. “now what about your song? i wanna hear it.” 

“you gotta tell me about you first.” 

and you know he's not talking about all of the fluff about your final exams, your roommate's lying, cheating boyfriend, or how you fell down a flight of stairs trying to text him a picture of mating squirrels because he's heard it all already.

you know he's wondering about the script on your collarbones, the mythical numbers that he saw that tuesday night that you conveniently never mentioned again.

“well, uh…m-my soulmate numbers finally showed up.” it comes out stilted, afraid, because you're scared of where the conversation will go. if it'll wander to the topic of his numbers, but whether they're ten or five thousand, you just don’t want to know about that lucky person he’ll spend his life with.

it doesn’t seem right, the two of you existing separately.

"yeah, i saw, but i didn't want to ask," he says. the words come out so easily, you wonder if they mean anything at all. "looked... looked like kind of a big number, though."

"well, uh..." you pick at your napkin, tearing it into neat, straight shreds. it bothers you that vernon doesn't have to look at your hands to know what you're doing, that he knows you so well, and yet what you're about to say might make him know you a little less.

"you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

"no, i—" you pause mid-rip. "those numbers weren't real. i drew them on for a date." and then you place another gauzy strip of paper in the neat pile by your mug.

this is one of the few times in your life where you can see vernon take a visible pause, brows furrowing together as he tries to process what the fuck you just said.

"i just wanted to feel normal," you start to blabber. it feels like with every piece you tear, you're laying your innermost thoughts out to dry, bare for vernon to see. the embarrassing word vomit comes out like water from a broken faucet—slowly, then all at once. "i wanted someone to want me, to feel normal. i don't know why, i — "

"hey, it's ok." the breath you've been holding in feels heavy as it oozes out of your lungs. "but why didn't you tell me?"

"it's because they weren't real. just some stupid thing i was doing for attention." you place the final napkin shred in the pile. "but—my real ones did show up. a few days ago."

vernon raises an sharp eyebrow. "well," he says expectantly, and all of a sudden it feels like you're stripped naked in front of him. you turn your back to him and begin to draw up your hair, and he follows suit, gathering all the loose strands and holding it in a loose ponytail so you can fix the collar of your shirt.  

it's an easy gesture for him; it comes naturally—it's not like he's never touched your hair before, but for some reason the whole ordeal makes you want to throw up. and then he runs a finger over the number, touch deliberate and reverent, like he's afraid it might disappear, and you're two seconds away from digging your own grave.

luckily, he breaks the silence, first with a warm chuckle.

"zero, huh?" and then the warm, playful lilt of his voice.

you turn back around in your seat to face him, and the air feels weightless; he's searching your eyes for something, but you can't tell what.

"guess you were right about this whole thing being stupid," vernon continues, saying something along the lines of no idea who it could be then, and even maybe it was that awful date you went on, something that's supposed to make you laugh but instead twists in your stomach like an awful curse.

"yeah, fuck soulmates, am i right?"

you wait for him to say something funny in return, but he doesn’t end up saying anything. 

“lemme hear your lyrics,” you finally say, and he snaps out of his thoughts to plug in his earbuds. 

“right. i think you’ll really like it." he has this nervous tic where he stretches out his words when he's unsure, much like he did years ago when you told him you actually read the shit he was writing in the margins of his notebooks, yeah it's really fucking good, and all the blood rushed to his cheeks.

"of course i will," you say. he looks up from his phone with a million stars in his eyes, and you say it again.

the song starts. it’s a number sang by a girl with a voice like fairies, about the kind of love that feels like sticking your head out of the car window on the highway by the ocean, like holding hands for the first time, like coming home. it’s lonely but it's not, and you can’t help but be surprised by how lovesick it sounds. 

what’s even more surprising is that it came out of vernon's head, the stupid, awkward kid who used to do flips on the monkey bars and eat dry cereal out of the bag for dinner. and that horrible feeling creeps into your heart again, stills your breathing—that kid is now an adult, sitting less than a meter away and looking at you with a certain softness.

what if it's been us all along?

“it’s beautiful. who would’ve known such poetry could come out of that coconut head of yours?” 

he colors rose pink. “hey, now.” 

“i’m kidding, you know i'm kidding, but it's really fucking good, and—"

reveling in your praise, he takes his phone off the table, jacket sleeve falling down his arm towards his elbow. 

and if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would’ve missed the tiny, jet-black 0  on the side of his forearm. it looks like a birthmark, and honestly, if you weren't so good at faking your numbers, you would have thought it was one.

“vernon, wait!”

a thousand scenarios play through your head. it feels like you're tumbling somewhere, maybe floating, maybe even sinking.

“what, you wanna listen again?” he grins. “it’s not that great.” 

“you—you have a zero. like me.” 

vernon opens his mouth and then closes it again, obviously looking for the right thing to say. 

“did you just not want to tell me?” 

“no, no, no. it’s—” he pauses again. 

it’s quiet again. the ambient noise fades in and out, the idle chatter and the jingling of bells and the thready cafe music. 

“i didn’t want to tell you because—” the words trickle out of him; they just scatter into the air, and they're so quiet, you think you might lose them. “i was afraid it wouldn’t be me.”

“w—” 

it feels like the world has stopped, except for yours, which is spinning on the axis that is vernon chwe. 

“from the day that i met you, my numbers were zero.” he bites his lip, but he knows he can’t stop. “i just...i just wanted to fall in love with you no matter what. no matter what my numbers, or your numbers, said. when i walked into that classroom for the first time, it could’ve been any of them. but i wanted it to be you.” 

you feel all the strings binding up your heart unravel all at once, like a great big gasp.

you really want to say something. anything. that you’ve always thought this whole soulmate thing was stupid because it’s always been him. him, him, him. 

that you didn't know how, or why, or when your numbers came up, but it might have had something to do with that night, the last night you had ever faked your numbers, the night they bled from your neck and you cried because you realized you might just be in love with your best friend.

the words feel trapped. you chose him, and he chose you. how the hell did you manage to make it so complicated?

you know your now three-fourths baked speech is not only very bad, but also a near impossible feat at this point, so instead you make do with the limited vocabulary you're capable of. 

“i can't fucking believe it, but i think i'm in love with you.”

and you lean across the booth to kiss him, all sugar and mocha, the heat from your cheeks and the cool of winter, the soft press of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. 

"can i get a redo?" he murmurs somewhere in the space between, and, god, you've never said yes faster. the way his smile fits against yours, oh, you know he's thinking something dumb about wanting to kiss you the right way, but it can't possibly be better than this.

you finally pull away, feeling all honey-sticky with love. is it normal to want to kiss him again?

"maybe i should stick with the poetry," vernon says, guilelessly, as if he just didn't ask for a redo like you were both back in 5th grade.

unfortunately, neither of you are really great at the self-control thing.

“vernon chwe—” 

kiss.

“fuck—” 

kiss. 

“you.” 

kiss.

you feel heady, love-drunk, like you are five million feet in the air. 

“i love when you say that, you know.” he grins. "fuck soulmates, you said? you mean me?"

and maybe this whole soulmate thing isn't so bad after all.

[dayquil-nyquil]

Demon Slayer Kink Headcanons

MINORS DNI- Mod Dayquil (edited by mod nyquil)

All Hashira x fem!reader: minus Tokito

~~~

This man has three wives

You know he knows how to please all of them and then some

You are no exception

This man is a boob man 100%

Loves to shove his face in between them and treat them like pillows

Whether it's sleeping on them or motorboating them, this man is always on your chest

Dom. Hard Dom.

BUT he will please you first before his own pleasure

Will eat you out like a man starved

Rougher lover

Tengen loves when you call him sir or God or any of the above

God Complex

You stroke that and he’ll go crazy

Leave you shouting his name and clawing at his back

Grunter and curser when he moans

B R E E D I N G K I N K

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t want a big family

Little boys with fire hair and maybe, hopefully, a girl or two who looks just like you

After Muzan is defeated and you can live safely with a big house in the woods with a big garden

He just can’t help but picture you with his children

And everything he’d do to get you there

Thigh man.

Wants to be squeezed in between them desperately. Please.

Crush his head he can take it!

Leans more dominate

Doesn’t have a particular thing he likes to be called

But he wouldn’t be opposed to you calling him Daddy

Immediately gets him hot and bothered

More gentle lover than Uzui

Praises you the entire time through strangled moans

“Good Girl”

“You’re doing so well”

“So tight for me”

You're the only one who can get him to curse

MOMMY KINK!

This woman wants to and will be called mommy if you know what's good for you

Switch but dom leaning

Your kinks are her kinks, she’s okay with anything

Will degrade you but only if you're into it

“You can do better than that.”

“Such a slut for me huh?”

"That's my girl."

Would try not to make noise but would make little gasps and whines as you please her

Loves to be eaten out and pull on your hair

Her thighs squeeze your head and loved to watch your eyes roll back when she does it

But don’t get it twisted, she loves watching you come apart on her fingers or her strap

She loves when you squirm beneath her as your head presses against the pillow, hair spread out like a halo

Gives great aftercare too

Lots of butterfly kisses and warm meals afterward

Bondage

To him, bondage is about trust in your partner

He takes that very seriously

Would never use something like a rope that could harm or burn your supple skin

Instead, he uses ribbons of all textures and colors

But reds and pinks are his personal favorite

Knows all the different ribbon tying techniques

Likes to accentuate your ass and breasts

King of edging

Likes to hold out your pleasure for as long as possible

Would be down for a threesome with Mitsuri if you were down

A switch, can be in either position

The only stipulation is he needs to see your face the entire time

Loves when you’re riding him when you aren’t tied up

Likes the way your breasts bounce as you toss your head back in pleasure

Enjoys biting your neck and collarbone

This woman has no specific kinks

HOWEVER, you make her food and she’ll go crazy

Loves when you bake desserts for her, looking cute in a little apron

One that she got you that says kiss the cook with rainbow heats all on the front of it

Mitsuri loves to pick you up and spin you around when she greets you after a long mission

You love her for her, for her crazy hair, the way she loves, and her strength that makes her so warm inside

Down for a threesome with Obani

Expect lots of butterfly kisses in bed before and after sex

Pillow princess, and submissive

You kiss the right spot and her breathing will hitch before moaning your name in the sweetest way, toes curling helplessly

Loves when you squeeze her thighs and loves to crush your head in between them

She has to be careful because she can very likely crush your head

Even if you beg her to actually do it

Likes to go to a hot spring for aftercare

She’ll wash you down and then you’ll do the same for her

Then as thanks, she’ll get you your favorite dessert…make that two of your favorite dessert...

To share

50/50 Switch

I’m correct

Likes to relinquish control every so often and let you have your way with him

This man is a ball of awkward and stress so when you can make him shudder beneath you and make him feel genuinely good it makes you feel like a god

Tomioka loves getting head, the way you work your mouth makes his toes curl

Tries to be silent but has deep groans that he tries to cover the sounds up with his fist

Doesn’t care as long as he sees your face

Giyuu loves when you ride him, hand wrapped around his neck

Squeezing ever so tenderly

Loves your ass, loves to squeeze it anytime he’s alone with you

Other than that he’s very vanilla, just likes being close to you

He doesn’t like to open up and is still learning the nuances of how to love you

Just a gentle lover who wants to remove any doubts from your mind

Pretty much falls asleep right after he climaxes

Missionary position

Even though he can’t see your face, feeling you pressed against him is enough

This man loves everything about you, from the way you feel under his big hands, how your body practically bends to his gentle touch

That being said he uses his hands a lot to feel your entire body

He knows all the right places to squeeze to make you unravel

All the right places to touch and kiss to pull noises from your throat

Loves to worship you

Will sing praises for you any moment he can

Always checks in with you mostly because he can’t see if you’re in pain or not fully enjoying yourself

You always do, how can you not when he’s so gentle

Makes sure to give you the proper preparation to take him

Have you seen how big he is? There is no way he isn’t packing heat

Encourages you to make as much sound as possible so he can hear your pleasure

Aftercare god

Cleans you up and presses gentle kisses to your cheeks

Wraps you in his big arms and holds you until you both fall asleep

Degradation

KING of degradation

“You like that you fuckin’ slut?”

“You’re mine you hear me? No one else's but mine.”

Is a Top no questions asked

Loves rough and hard

Leaves marks all over your skin

Loves the feeling of your nails sliding down his back and across his scars

Hips slapping against one another as you moan through it

He will always make you scream his name

Much to everyone else’s annoyance

You’re both equally just as loud as one another

Sanemi will smile the entire time, looking wicked with lust, fully taken by you

This man would love to watch you pleasure yourself

No, I won’t elaborate

[sweetdreamsbuck]

tenderly

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader

warnings: fluff, soft smut, oral (f receiving), thigh worship (he's a thigh man and i will simply die screaming about it), petnames bunny + sweet girl/good girl, but insatiable and dramatic ass beefy lumberjack!bucky is the main warning.

synopsis: don't deny your beefy man what he wants— especially snowed in inside of his cabin where he's going to keep you wrapped around him in bed, all day.

wc: 3554

a/n: i'm on my period so i'm very h word and emotional and snowed in and god i just love him. not edited, mistakes are all my own. not necessary for this plot but in terms of au, read snowfall, softly first xo

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Pirouetting whirls of wind, dustings of plush ice slicing through the air with lazy precision, an altogether hazy hallucination of soft snow and the brute force gentle enough to inspire it— the now very familiar song and dance of the winter wind slapping against the walls of Bucky’s cabin, rousing you from a deep slumber. 

Another morning of unadulterated bliss. 

Twisting your head to watch the serene scene continue to play outside of his window, the sweeping patter of snow kissing along the roof and against the bark of the trees embraces you in the most peaceful air; all while being wrapped in sheets that smell of sandalwood and patchouli— it’s become your own little heaven.

Your muscles, sore from last night’s activities with the insatiable man tightly woven around your backside, are the only thing troubling you this calm morning— and that issue, is hardly a bother at all. 

Nestled tightly into the barely buttoned flannel of your back, his arms are laid protectively under your own, one hand holding just below your hip and the other under his shirt, against your ribs. Just where he left them resting after wrapping your still trembling body in his favorite shirt before falling asleep.

Needing to stretch, your legs and arms try their best to push out in front of you but can only do so much with the way Bucky’s caged himself around you, his legs entangled within the cold flesh of your own. His mouth is pressed firmly against the apex of your back, right where your shoulder meets your neck, soft exhales from his nose tickling in a way that tells of his ease. 

An angel.

Almost as if he senses you thinking of him, he nuzzles his forehead deeper against the beginnings of your spine, his arms and legs enveloping you further, bringing you closer to his warmth.

Protected.

Peaceful. 

Perfect. 

How have you lived any other way? 

Your hand mindlessly reaches behind you, tracing gentle circles into the skin of his side and warm stomach. His muscles immediately twitch under your touch and you close your eyes smiling, overwhelmed with the feeling of getting to know another morning like this.

“Looks like we’re snowed in today, huh bunny?” he whispers before placing a kiss at the base of your neck, the ghost of his breath trickling down the length of your spine. 

You shiver, startled from the surprise of his gruff voice dripping smoothly from his soft lips. How he learned to exist so silently, you’d never know. A man of his size has no right having the ability to be as quiet as he can, but you can’t say it doesn’t keep you on your toes. 

Turning in his arms to face him, you're met with his tired but smug smirk. Bucky loves making you shiver, no matter the connotation. Closing his eyes to urge himself awake, a strong exhale blows past your collarbone while your lips offer delicate kisses along his forehead. Stretching his body, his arms never straying far, wrapping around you even while shrugging off sleep.

“Mmm morning baby. Gotta start putting a bell on you... didn’t know you were awake yet. How do you breathe so quietly? Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,” you joke, your knuckles brushing against the warm apples of his cheeks. You press a kiss to each cheek, a soft cherry blush blooming under your gentle care and making him appear all the more irresistible. 

He giggles, his eyes and nose scrunching tightly as he imagines you forcing him to wear a tiny bell around the warm walls of his cabin. Only you could bring the towering wall of a man to be reduced to a fit of giggles. Bucky knows his cheeks always give away how you make him feel, but he loves it. Just another way to show you the warmth you’ve brought into his life. 

“You’d like that too much, where’s the fun in that? I like knowing I can get my little bunny hoppin’,” he deadpans, unsuccessfully. You both break out into a fit of laughter as he shakes you against him softly, trying to coax more precious laughter from you.

“You’re ridiculous, Bucky,” you tease, completely captivated by the way his eyes look with the bright reflection of the falling snow in them. The smile that’s graced his face since he’s woken up grows even wider, taking in the way your face looks while staring at him, the soft light from the window behind you illuminating the air around you. 

Absolutely breathtaking, he thought. 

Soft crinkles danced around the corners of his lips and eyes; he was truly happy— a sight that never failed to set a fire ablaze in each and every nerve of your body.

Bucky pulls you into his side, pressing a tender kiss into your temple, shifting so you both could watch the snow continue to fall outside. Nestling deeper into the safety of his warm bed you push back against him, reveling in the security of Bucky and the life you get to share. A soft, 'I love you bunny', is all that can be heard whispered into the skin behind your ear. 

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky watches you intently rather than the soft cries of the snow outside. He’s seen enough snow in his lifetime to know the alluring spell it could cast, but you— that was an intoxication he could never get enough of. 

He watches your eyes close in contentment, the soft smile ghosting along your cheeks buzzing in delight all across your face, the glow captivating him and igniting that tingle he always spoke of. He would explain it as something otherworldly, out of body, sinfully necessary and virtuously titillating— something only you were ever able to rouse inside of him. Of course, to you, it manifested as a warm hardening underneath the confines of whatever material was around his lower half and the brazen fervor of his touch. But to him— god. If only you could feel it; the way you consumed him and moved him to feel the heat and ice of anything and everything; this was his heaven. 

Needing to be consumed further, Bucky can’t help but bring his lips to your skin. Much like the snow kissing against the rough curves and edges of the world outside in awe, he’d shower his lips across the surface of your skin—  a landscape he’d fall against again and again. 

As his mouth continues tracing the curves of your neck and collarbones, soft hums of satisfaction are sung into your skin, large hands circling tighter around the dimples and curves of your waist. His hums grow louder, more frequent as he nears closer to the edges of the flannel you wore. 

You know that sound. It’s the soft sighs of a man who’s about to make a very compelling argument— the beginning purrs of a man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Hums that always led to desperate pleas and ragged breathing.

Bucky is many things, but all titles he holds are unmatched in comparison to his rapturous desire for you. He always takes what he needs.

He turns his body so he has a better view of you, his legs still tangled around yours but allowing himself the upper mobility to feel you as he pleases.

The teasing brush of his lips continues to trail across the skin of your sternum that’s slowly revealing itself to him as he pops open the last two buttons of his flannel shielding you. Gentle hums still linger around the expanse of your body, falling from his lips as they twirl their way down the length of your neck and chest. His calloused hands start their familiar tango down the expanse of your ribs, along the front of your stomach, and to the sides of your thighs. Kneading the flesh softly, thumbs paying special attention to the stretch marks spread across your skin like bolts of lightning, the way he desperately wishes he too could be engraved within your skin. 

You know these sounds all too well. You know this routine like the back of your hand. 

“Bucky…” you warn, soft amusement laced in your voice, melting into the kisses and adoration surrounding you. You bring a hand to his hair and tussle your fingers into his roots. “No.”

You know what he wants. 

“Bunny…” he whines, mocking the tone you used with him. He knows you can’t deny him long, but he lives for the dance. You can’t resist him; he knows all too well the power he holds and how to get what he wants. Where to press and how to pry– how to tease and when to bite. “Yes.” he chides, his eyes widening to his browline, piercing ceruleans boring into your own. 

He’s going to take it.

Blinking once then twice, he pushes his bottom lip out slightly in the way that makes your insides shake and your heart jump. “Please, sweet girl?” a whisper, a soft plea. “Need these thighs so bad. Gotta feel ‘em, gotta lay on ‘em…” he whispers through a growing smirk. 

“It’s never just laying on them and you know it,” you bait, eyebrow raised waiting for him to try and deny it.

“But bunny,” his Brooklyn drawl sings out, “ ‘s cold out and I need my favorite pillows. I’m a man in need, might die if you say no. Don’t deprive a poor man in need.”

His fingers start tracing circles around your thighs, dipping closer and closer to the most sensitive skin hidden between them. Pretty please, he mouths, pressing to leave quick kisses along the curve of your jaw. Please, bun, silently whined through a playful but pained scowl. Please let me have ‘em.

Giggling at his dramatic whining and the adorable pout gracing his cheeks you give in, much sooner than you'd usually like— but how can you say no to a face like that? “Okay Bucky. Okay, ridiculous…” you muse, huffing under your breath as you pull his face towards yours for a quick kiss. 

“Fucking finally,” he whispers, immediately pulling you into his arms and tossing you on your back against the pillows, making sure to keep a hand under your head so you don’t hurt yourself against the wall. Always thinking of you, even in times of raging need. 

Situating his burly body between your legs, he wraps his arms underneath your hips, large hands sprawling around your waist and resting along the soft pudge of your stomach. “Thought I was gonna have to go bury myself in the snow or somethin',” he mumbles, nuzzling his face against the insides of your thighs, “thought you’d leave me to die, bun,” he groans into your left thigh, kissing softly, a pressure so gentle it had your head spinning. “God I needed this…” he incoherently confesses into the flesh of your inner thighs. “So fucking warm, bunny. Wanna stay here forever.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, running your fingers through the length of his soft hair and up and down the skin of his neck. So ridiculous, you mumble, knowing he’ll hear it. 

You feel his smirk before you have time to see it, soft chuckles undoubtedly dancing around his chest. You shift your legs subconsciously to ease the ache, his breath all too close to where you’re craving everything and anything from the feral man-child that is your boyfriend. 

He’s not certain what it is— the soft panting escaping your mouth causing your chest to bounce unevenly; the sight of your thighs softly jiggling as they try to clench together; the warmth of your legs and the scent of his favorite place between them; whatever it is— finally sending him past his limit, needing more. 

Bucky starts to squirm, his fingers twitching with that look glazing over his eyes, impatiently giddy like a child waiting for his favorite candy— and that’s when you know you’re in for a long morning. “Fuck, look how they jiggle when I grab ‘em,” he whines to himself, completely dismissing the heat that floods your body as he squeezes and smoothes the length of your thighs as he pleases. “God I love ‘em,” he whispers. 

“No funny business, Buck. You hear me? You wanted to lay on them... that’s it…” you attempt sternly through now heavy and labored breaths, all resolve leaving you as he finally peers up at you through his lashes with that look— causing his tongue to slip past his lips to leave a wet kiss at the top of your inner thigh. His arms untangle themselves from around your waist and slide down your legs, pulling you closer to his twinkling smirk. Wrapping his hands securely around the tops of your thighs, his smirk slowly parts, pink tongue peeking out again as it swipes against his lower lip. 

Anticipation.

A small tease of what’s to come. 

“Oh bunny, nothin' funny about what I’m gonna do to you. Ya know I can't help myself.”

You know.

Knowing he can never find the will to stop once he gets going, you whine out. “It’s so early Bucky…” you offer, but really— who are you to deny yourself such pleasure? Part of the fun is getting him more riled up, not that he needs any help. “Haven’t even called to see if wor— ah!”, you cut yourself off with a surprised squeak as his fingers softly trace along your pussy lips and he presses a wet kiss to the bottom of your stomach. 

Bucky turns his head so he’s flush between your thighs, fingers tightening around your soft sides as his lips pepper kisses down the apex of your leg. Teeth soon follow, the intoxicating switch between the wet warmth of his mouth and the sharp graze of his teeth sending you floating. As he nips and bites his way down, his actions grow more desperate on their path back up. Soft whimpers of ‘so perfect for me’, ‘my warm little bunny’, ‘so soft’, ‘never leavin’ these thighs’ litter your skin as his lips and words envelop you in his undying affection. Until every inch of your thigh is glistening with proof of his touch and the beginnings of faint discoloration, he shifts his weight to start all over again on the other one.

He feels you squirming in his hold and takes your growing gasps for air and whines of longing as strongly voiced praise— his cheeks growing red and stretching to fit his face, blushing and preening in the way you crave this just as much as he does.

“Bucky…” you whine, his lips hurriedly peppering kisses all over the expanse of both legs, jumping over where you’re throbbing and dripping for him to end up. “Please.”

“Shhh s’ok. Aww look at you, already dripping… ya don’t even have to do anything for me bunny, just let me stay here for a while,” his lips whisper, caressing the length of your left thigh, soft hums of appreciation left in the wake of each kiss. 

“Hurts Bucky, please,” you breathe out. “Please Buck.”

“Be my good girl,” he looks at you, a stern glimmer in his piercing eyes, “lemme take care of it… always do, right bun? Just lay there lookin’ pretty. I gotcha bunny.”

Your breathing is coming and leaving in hurried exhales, his soft actions stirring you towards the familiar feeling of madness only he can bring. He lives for this moment.

You nod at him quickly, a soft mhm squeaking out between your breaths. 

“ 's your own fault. No one told you to have thighs this perfect,” he nonchalantly states through his sharp smirk, dropping a kiss right next to where you need him most. He dips his head down to rest on you, lips faintly ghosting kisses right over your mound. “Oh look at this, these thighs are practically made for my head, bun,” he bites softly, a stinging tickle that never fails to shoot right through you. 

He smiles at your reaction and does it again and again, until your eyes flutter closed and his name falls from your lips in a pained whisper. “See how I fit so nicely on ‘em?” he teases, languidly moving your legs to rest over his shoulders. “Now watch how well they wrap around my face,” he winks, dropping a kiss directly over your clit, “and bun, they always do.” He licks a tauntingly slow stripe from the bottom of your folds to your clit, flattening his tongue and flicking repeatedly over the sensitive head. 

A whimper leaves your lips as your legs already move to tighten around him and he chuckles, “Aww there's my girl,” directly into your swollen clit. The vibrations cause another wave of trembles to pierce through you, your arms immediately reaching for his chestnut locks, holding him to your aching center as your back arches off of the bed.

His tongue continues its torturous ministrations, speeding up and slowing down as your legs completely wrap themselves snugly around him. “Taste so good,” he moans through an open mouth, tongue curling and flicking around your clit as spit and your slick coat his face. 

The strong strokes of his tongue always are met with obscene kisses to your clit, the throbbing nub sucked deep into his harsh and unforgiving mouth as his tongue prods and slurps around your cunt. Switching between harsh flicks and flattened strokes, knowing exactly what you need to make your toes curl and your vision to go white. His arms circle themselves around your waist, pulling you even closer to his face.

 “B-bucky I’m gonna cum, please” you whimper.

Instead of speaking he moves to your clit, licking a fat, long stroke once then twice before looking up at you through hooded eyes and sucking it harshly between his lips. All it takes is a few merciless kisses, his warm mouth salaciously drinking in the sensitive spot and the juices spilling from your aching hole, sucking ruthlessly around your throbbing clit right before one last loud gulp has you screaming his name and seeing stars.

He moans throatily into you, loving the way you feel as you come undone around his mouth.  Unwavering in his movements and not allowing for a moment of reprieve, more moans meet your wet pussy as you continue to tug roughly against his scalp. Bucky nuzzles his face as deep as he can get, the angle causing his nose to repeatedly hit your clit as he works his tongue further into your quivering hole. Shaking his head from side to side so that he can suck up more of your sweet release, you claw at the skin of his scalp, the pleasure unbelievably too much and yet not enough.

“So fucking good for me. This good for you?” he hums into you, tongue pistoning in and out of your contracting muscle to lap up the juices freely dripping for him, “don’t answer that, don’t care. This is so fucking good for me.” 

As he groans out another ‘fuck so good’, his tongue moves to do that thing that sends your eyes rolling into your skull and the life to leave your body, his warm muscle circling and massaging you greedily like he’s never tasted you before. 

Harsh hums continuously moaned into you, the vibrations and sounds adding to your quickly approaching high, the pressure building higher and higher as he kisses harder and harder. “C-can’t Buck, fuck! Don’t stop, never stop. Please!” Your legs start to shake and he grins wildly in between your folds. ‘That’s my bunny’, his tongue sings. ‘Come on, that’s it’, he moans.

You try to push his head away from you but his strong arms quickly hold you captive, moving you so that both of his arms trap your shaking legs and arms under his hands.

“How… how do you not die? Wh-when do you breathe?” you rush out through heavy gasps for air, your hips betraying you and riding against his face while his tongue still laps and sucks wickedly inside your puffy cunt. 

He chuckles darkly, shockwaves erupting heavily throughout your body as the muscles in your stomach tense, the pleasure all too much as you scream his name and cum again, your body moving in tandem with his motions desperately wanting more while trying to get away.

He pauses for a brief moment to look at your blissed out form, and you get nervous.

He never stops. 

“S’all I need, bunny. My sweet girl, her thighs, and my perfect little pussy. Now, be a good girl for me and stop talking. Stay put. I’ll give you my dick when I’m full.”

You whine and nod your head at him, already preparing yourself for the exhaustion that will hit you later tonight. 

He brings two fingers to your hole, pushing them in and immediately finding the spongy patch that takes your breath away when he crooks his fingers and strokes it just right— and he always does.  

“But bunny… you question me again and I’m tying you to this bed for the next few days. Don’t like when my thigh and pussy time is disrupted. Open your mouth for anything other than my name falling from those pretty lips and I’ll really give you something to scream about.” 

[spicedcinnamoncake]

Praise

Pairing: George Weasley x !Reader 

TW: smut, fluff, praise kink, aftercare, softcore, sexual activity 

SUMMARY: He wants to make you feel beautiful 

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  You closed your eyes as he blissfully kissed your lips in a passionate manor. His lips locked with yours perfectly, bringing you in deeper as he slid his hands up and down your body. 

  ‘I want you to know’ he started before kissing you again, ‘that you, are so, so beautiful.’ 

  He pecked your lips one last time before slipping his hands under your shirt and gently pulling it over your head. 

  You allowed yourself to slump back against the soft blanket on the bed, knowing that the tender touches of your lover’s hands would keep you safe. For each article of clothing he took off, he kissed that part of your body, telling you how beautiful you are. 

  He finally made his way to your bra, unhooking it and gently taking it off. He met his lips with your collarbone and looked up at you with puppy-dog eyes, leaving a light hickey on your chest. 

  ‘What’s more comfortable for you, love?’

  ‘Um,’ you were a bit shy, since you had just cried not long ago about feeling worthless and unloved. You should have known, George was going to make you feel more loved than you ever have felt. ‘Could I be on top this time?’ 

  He nodded, smiling as the two of you changed positions. You lowered yourself down onto him gently, feeling his cock harden inside of you. He squeezed your hand and held onto it as you started to nudge your hips back and forth slowly, allowing yourself to get used to his length. 

  His hands moved to your hips, guiding you and keeping you balanced. 

  You started to feel the heat rise up through your legs, so you started to work a bit faster, grinding down on him. 

  You let your head lean back, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. George was murmuring things to you as you picked up the pace, rocking back and forth on his cock as his hands gently squeezed your hips and your ass. 

  ‘I- I think I’m going to come’

  ‘Good, good girl! You are doing so well, I’m so so proud of you. You look gorgeous, my love.’ 

  A soft moan escaped your lips, the heat in your pussy and around your ass was unbearable. ‘You can do it love, you’re almost there’

  With a few more rocks, grinding down on him as hard as you can, you finally felt your orgasm ripple through your body. You moaned, bouncing on him faster, you could feel him deep inside of you. 

  ‘I’m so pleased my love, you did so well’

  He grabbed you by the hair and brought your head down for a kiss. He let you get off of him on your own time, and you crawled next to him on the bed. He wiped you off with a towel and dressed you, kissing you every so often. 

  After he got himself dressed and got his laptop off the desk, opening it to one of your favorite movies. You snuggled up next to him, and fell asleep feeling more content then you had been an hour ago. 

Bliss

[tettatonin]

VALHALLA INK ︰ baji , kazutora , hanma , kisaki

⠀⠀⠀⠀— tattoo shop au. their tattoos, piercings, specialties, and what they do with their favorite client ♡

warnings: 18+ NSFW MDNI. afab!reader. use of nicknames (pretty, doll). piercings. body mods (split tongue, subdermal implants, dick piercings). tattoos (extreme ones mentioned). oral (f). ice play. nipple play.

notes: i blame and thank @512ba for lowkey fanning the flames for this when we talked abt body mods n piercings, this post wouldn't exist without them.

⠀╰⠀BAJI KEISUKE ︰ THE JACK OF ALL TRADES

++ baji dresses in a way that shows off his ink, loose graphic shirts or tank tops that kind of thing with his collarbone topped with a silver chain on his neck contrasting the dark ink that'll sometimes peek out from the neckline. he ties up his hair messily, his hands bunching it up in a ponytail and clipping it back with whatever he can find while a couple strands in the front escape the ponytail. more eventually falling out throughout the day but he barely notices.

++ he has a split tongue with a piercing in the middle of it. another being the industrial along his ear that's visible when he tucks back his hair, and a vertical eyebrow piercing that was his first.

++ his tattoos go down from his arms down to his hands, from the backs of his palms until his knuckles while a few adorn the front and back of his body. mainly at his collar, ribs, and along his shoulder blades.

++ he's easiest to get along with and the one you can talk to seriously about body mods and tattoos if the other three just intimidate you. consultations with baji feel like home, so much so that you almost forget you're getting pierced/tattooed by people that are the total opposite.

++ at valhalla ink, everyone has their own specific set of skills but baji just happens to know a little bit about everything. septums, nipple piercings, tattoos that aren't too complicated; he's got you covered, but the one that's most valuable to the shop is his artistry. the sketches and samples hung up on the walls and some in the binder at the front desk were all drawn by him.

++ some days you can see him sketching on the couch in the lobby with tora sometimes intently watching as his pencil grazes the page in steady strokes, baji pushing his glasses up when they'd slide too far down his nose. he takes his time with his drawings, trying to mimic what he sees in his head while music plays over the surround sound speakers and the tattoo pen's low hum escapes through the slightly open doors.

it was a slow day today, but it didn't save baji from the two or three people scheduled to see him and the hours between each appointment were driving him insane. in the midst of his free time, you peeked through the door, having decided to stop by the shop during your lunch break.

he had you sat up on the table, your legs spread and over his shoulders. one hand rests at your inner thigh and the other had two fingers in you, inconsistently deciding between harshly thrusting into you or gently curling at your sweet spot. either way the interchanging movements paired with the lap of his tongue on your clit were dizzying, the split muscle wrapping around your clit every now and then.

eventually sitting up on your own felt straining, letting yourself lean back on your hands, your moans dimming down to ones that sound like breathless, quiet whimpers of his name pleading for him to hurry.

"god," baji says, pulling away for a breath. "so fuckin' messy," your arousal drips from his lip to his chin and by the squelch of your cunt, you could tell just how much of it covered his hand. he sits back on his heels, watching how the tremble of your thighs sync with your whimpers before diving back in. he groans at the taste, "need you to cum on my mouth so bad."

⠀╰⠀HANEMIYA KAZUTORA ︰ THE BODY MOD ARTIST

++ kazutora treats the shop like a second home, dressing comfortable in tank tops and loose fitting jackets that fall off his shoulder. tora's most proud of his ear piercings and you'll know he's around when you hear the jingle of the bell on his ear. he'll have a different set on every day but the bell always stays as well as the earring on his right ear that connects to his lip piercing, the dangling jewelry framing his face just right.

++ more often than not, tora has the impulsive need to tattoo blank parts of his skin when the bigger pieces on him leave awkward empty spots. he'd grab the pen and do them himself since they're just small and simple.

++ you'd most likely mistake him as some guy who just hangs around there and fills in for baji or hanma when they aren't around but really, he's a lot more than you think. extreme body mods aren't too popular and its usually difficult to find someone professional to do it—not to mention expensive—so whenever kazutora snatches up a client, everyone starts celebrating like rent is due (because it is, they're actually 3 weeks overdue).

++ 3D implants are his specialty and he even has some of his own. two little silicone subdermals in the shape of stars rest under the skin of his hand. also was the one who split baji's tongue.

++ when kazutora was still a newbie, running errands and manning the front desk and eventually getting hands on training, hanma liked to mess with him the most. one time he called tora in while he was giving someone a dick piercing and he fainted.

++ everyone has their own work room in the shop, but kazutora's gotten so used to sitting in with everyone else while they had clients during his hands on training that the habit just never died (only when he doesn't have clients though). he's friendly like baji so he'll chat you up and distract you from the pain, maybe a little too friendly.

++ he's also very persuasive, telling you that you'd look pretty with another piercing here or another tattoo there. that your skin's such a clean slate for him or his coworkers to get to work on.

"hmm, somethin' tells you'd look pretty with a little gem right... here." kazutora muses, playfully poking a spot on the side of your nose. "or here?" he takes your chin, making you face him to place a kiss on the high point of your cheek. "or here," he kisses your bottom lip.

you can hear the chair scrape against the floor when he stands up from his seat. his body now hovering over yours in the reclined chair, blocking the headlamp light. he's kissing you like he's starving and his hands are travelling down your body, still searching for another place to suggest until they stop right at your pelvis. one hand grasps at your hip while the other pries its way between your legs.

"or maybe something new... down here?" he touches you over your clothes and hot breath fans over your face, his lips brushing against yours from the proximity. "piercings there are hanma's specialty but i think its only right i do it, yeah? what do you think, pretty?" you don't answer, all you could do was stare into kazutora's half-lidded eyes as thoughts ran wild in your head from the heat of the moment. he just chuckled lowly, your skin burned and he wasn't even touching your skin. "'s alright, take your time." he says, slender fingers undoing the button of your pants before sliding down the skin under it. "i'll keep you company while you think."

⠀╰⠀HANMA SHUUJI ︰ THE PIERCER

++ hanma blends into the tattoo shop ambience, covered from front to back in tattoos. his loose tank tops showing off the ink that peeks out on his ribs and the ones that cover from his shoulder to his arms and hands.

++ his work room is dark without the lamplight, a dim purple covering the room with a foggy layer of cigarette smoke that makes you think you have vision problems. he'll lay in the chair like its his bed, the ashtray placed where your arm would rest for tattoos.

++ you won't be able to make out hanma's face until you're laying in the chair yourself and the lamp's light scatters on his features, the face tattoos above his brow and on his cheek finally coming into view as well as the snake eyes on the tip of his tongue that show just a bit when he talks. on his ear you'll find jewelry dangling from the small, stretched triple lobe piercings.

++ does he have a dick piercing? of course he does, he treats it like a personality trait.

++ scary. he's a real menace. snake eyes, surface piercings, genital piercings, anything in areas that the body usually rejects are his specialty and he's good at what he does. he's been told not to, but he likes scaring clients if the room gets too quiet. you'll hear the eventual "oh shit, i messed up" followed by a "kidding! i'm kidding. don't worry 'bout it, it looks good on ya" to butter you up so he doesn't get in trouble.

++ tattoos aren't hanma's forte but doing them isn't difficult. if he's feeling impulsive he'll take a flip through baji's sketchbook, pick the one that catches his eye the most, and an hour or so later (baji still wondering where his sketchbook went to) he'll have a new tattoo.

hanma loves first time customers. sure, there are the ones that've been coming to see him since the shop opened, but there's just something about the new ones that make him want to see them again.

"you nervous, doll?" he asks and you shake your head. it was one thing to get a nipple piercing in secret and it was another for the one doing it to be this intimidating as all he does is lowly chuckle at your response, his rubber glove snapping after a hard, tightening pull. "hey, don't be," hanma rolls his chair back to where you sat, his hands messing with the items on the small table next to him. "i don't bite." he flashes you a lazy smile. you're hesitant but you lift up your shirt and you expect him to say something but all he does is tilt his head. "nah," he mutters, shaking his head and looking around the room until his eyes land on a glass filled with ice water. his face lights up at the sight of it, reaching over to grab it and take a cube. "this okay? can't work well if they're not hard." he's sounds so careful, but he's asking so boldly that it makes your heart want to beat out of your chest.

you let him, wincing as the cube makes contact with your skin. he notices the way your thighs press together, the way you're letting out little pants as he traces the object around your nipple. "ah, ah." he tuts. "not too much noise, there's other people between these thin walls y'know?" he smirks, continuing what he's doing even as the cube's reduced to water. "wanna know what'll help?" he doesn't give you time to answer, his lips already connecting with yours. the kiss covers up whatever sounds you'd accidentally make, hanma lowly moaning back whenever he'd feel yours against him. his tongue pushes in, your own beginning to taste the metal of the piercing embedded on the tip.

⠀╰⠀KISAKI TETTA ︰ THE TATTOO ARTIST

++ the owner of valhalla ink that prefers to keep the rest of his tattoos under wraps except for the ones on his forearms that show under his rolled up sleeves. he's a lot less inked than the other three but all his tattoos are sentimental and if it ever lost its meaning, he'd simply just cover it up.

++ other than the ones you can see like on his ear, kisaki has a couple other piercings. the ones on his face just have transparent spacers but if they were opaque, you'd be able to see his vertical eyebrow piercing and snake bites. another piercing sits at his navel and two more are embedded into both sides of his pelvis with a tattoo on his lower stomach that sits right in between them.

++ a little secret he has is the roman numeral tattoo of his birthyear on his cheek, something he had done years ago and covers up with makeup most times. a thing that he never mentions are his nipple piercings, one of the first body mods he's gotten. no one knows why he keeps it a secret because you can see them through his shirt sometimes.

++ scary (2). other than normal tattoos, kisaki has experience with ones that are extreme. eye ball and eyelid tattoos took him a long time to stomach but they earn him a pretty large sum so he doesn't complain too much.

++ kisaki's good at what he does and he knows it. blackout and realistic pieces are his favorites, loving the ease and difficulty of each one. he would judge you just a little for your tattoo choice if it was questionable but he'd never tell you. in fact, thankful he wears a facemask to hide his expressions when working up close on the skin.

++ slightly possessive of his clients, especially ones that've been coming to him for tattoos for as long as he can remember. his all time favorites are the clients that get their tattoos done by him and only him. it gives him an ego boost.

visiting your boyfriend at work was one of your favorite pass times. bothering him at his job was something he both hated and loved. kisaki hated that you'd come in and inevitably distract him, and he loved being distracted. breaking his line of focus in the form of sitting him down on the lowered chair he'd tattoo clients on, kissing him sloppy, and touching him all over.

"enough, i have another client—mmf—coming." he says between kisses but shows no effort in actually trying to push you away. you move to his neck, his hands resting on your waist as you take a quick glance at the clock on the wall behind him. by the looks of it, there wasn't going to be a client for another twenty minutes. your hands graze from his shoulders to his chest, the pads of your fingers stopping when you feel the bump of the piercings you'd been eyeing ever since you walked in. you knew he's had them ever since you met, how they were so visible under the fabric of his shirt. they were practically begging to be touched and who were you to deny them of such a privilege?

quickly, you unfasten the buttons his shirt, distracting him and busying your mouth by sucking at the sweet spot on his neck. kisaki's breathless pants fan over your ear. he wants to beg you to stop, anxious that anyone could walk in but your palms were already touching his skin through the unbuttoned split in the middle of his shirt. they moved from his waist, over his stomach, and back to his chest the same way like from when he was still covered. he felt hot despite the cold, conditioned air in the room, but that's just how it was when you touched him. it lit his skin on fire and blurred his vision like a heatstroke.

TAGLIST: @bakumu remember when i posted abt kisaki w body piercings? yea this is the origin ++ @kzthrmy @harusick @gem1nis @roppongiperfume @mrskisaki @amaejiki @mtsuyas @zitabob

[rainbowhao]

Haechan Fic Recs Part 3

A/N: Most of these recommendations contain mature/explicit content, so please be sure to read the warnings beforehand!

PART 1 | PART 2

Untitled (>1k)

the saturated rush of rain quickly drenches the path you were walking on, and easily drowns out your shared moans of pleasure. the storm rages around you, and aside from the wind blowing the occasional mist of moisture over you, you’re both kept safe and dry under a canopy of trees.

Peach Tea (2k)

Nervously, you continue to admire his form. He’s so attractive like this, lost in his own world, his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks when he blinks. He straightens up and leans back on his palms, stretching out his long legs across the stone path before him and his fingers tap on the wooden planks of the porch as he casts his gaze towards the sky. You wonder what it would be like to have him as yours.

Handle bars (2k)

and now it’s every week that the four of them show up to school like a motorcycle gang, stalked by the hungry eyes of every student on campus. guys ask where they got their rides, and girls ask if they can take them for a ride. but you were with donghyuck before he picked up his sexy new ride, and you’re the only one allowed on it with him.

Excuses, Excuses (4k)

Haechan watched you walk away. He hated to admit it, but the real reason he’d insisted on you helping him wasn’t to make up for hurting him. He’d made a conscious choice to save you even though he knew it would hurt him. The real reason he’d insisted you help him was so that he could maybe ask you out on a date.

My Ride or Die (5k)

before you can even protest, haechan wraps his arms around you, shielding you the best he can from the cold rain. he holds you close to his chest, one hand on the back of your head so that your face is hidden in his sweater, cheek squished against his collarbone. his other hand is gripped on your top by your side, his arm wrapped tightly around your body.

Grasping (6k)

“can we kiss?”

he wasn’t sure why he was asking this time. all other times, he just took the kisses from you, wanting to see what you would do. he loved the way you were so surprised but quickly eased into the kiss. but, as he asked you, he swears he could feel his heart thrumming against his chest. it wasn’t something he was used to, he wasn’t used to feeling this nervous, or nervous in general.

The Thing About Dating (7k)

That was, until he was standing on the other side of the register, waiting for you to take his order. You hadn’t expected to meet Donghyuck so soon, but you probably wouldn’t have thought much of it until you heard Mark yelp in surprise behind you. It sounded like your coworker was scared that his best friend showed up at his workplace, and you weren’t sure what to make of that.

You’re just a Boy in a Blueberry Field (7k)

So Donghyuck had woken up at the crack of dawn, although you aren’t sure why. He had made his way downstairs and out into the dewy air of the morning, gathering just enough blueberries to bake a cobbler that night when you came over, since he’d learned it was your favorite treat after hours of conversation about anything and everything.

Burn Up the Road (8k)

He’s had plenty of one night stands that have ended up in the shower, so he knows the drill. Get them dry, get them dressed, get them out. A simple three step plan which turned to shit when it came down to you. Step one went well - you got dried off and were wrapped in one of his towels. Step two went somewhat okay - you had thrown on one of his shirts and boxers, not ideal for him, but he wasn’t going to be rude. And, well, step three didn’t happen at all, because you’re now conked out on his super comfy bed.

Uncertainty (10k)

As you got lost in thought once again, Donghyuck looks over and engages in eye contact with you, to which you immediately looked away, shaking your head to rid your mind of those silly thoughts. Your dynamics with Donghyuck was supposed to be mean and hostile, and it is going to remain that way. That’s just how the two of you functioned.

Dandelions (11k)

Once it came into view within the other dandelions, you stood up with it in your hands. The results almost brought tears to your eyes…Only some of the seeds fell from the stem. Maybe the force of the blow wasn’t hard enough… or maybe the saying was true and Donghyuck didn’t have the same admiration, like you had for him.

Salt and Ice (14k)

“shut up,” you grumble, tone slightly playful.

hyuck grins from ear to ear at this, enjoying this side of you very much, “i would love to see you make me.”

you scoff, but you can’t help the heat you start to feel creeping up the back of your neck, “i hate you.”

“you wish you did,” you can hear the smile on his face as he speaks.

Boys Like This (18k)

You could see Haechan notice and begin to subtly watch your behaviour so you leant forwards to whisper to him.

‘Is there something interesting about me?’

‘That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.’ Haechan replied, his voice just as soft as yours was and yet you couldn’t resist the shivers that it sent down your spine.

'Well let me know if you find anything?’ You spoke softly, turning away from him to look at the ceiling as he did the same.

FIC RECS BLOG

[creamyychann]

I saw some of your asks about geto so this has been in my head for a while nxnxndnnd

Geto, gojo, and nanami taking advantage of Geto's sister's innocence (since she believed oniichan and his friends) and drugged her and take her v card unwillingly and she begged nanami (BC you know nanami is a sweetheart), but he too, didn't listen to her and treat her roughly.

Like they'd touch her inappropriately while geto fucks her lmao I'm evil

Poor Y/N 😔 keep getting taken advantage of by not just Geto, but now with Gojo & Nanami 😔😔

This is supposed to be a drabble but I accidentally make this a full damn fic 💀 welp just think this as a short fic.

Tags: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, Non-con / rape, drugging, Foursome, GangBang (?)

MINORS DNI

Don't like it? DON'T READ!

You've been warned.

Read at your own risk.

Your vision stirr as you feel something is grabbing you. Your breasts felt breeze & your pussy is unexplainably wet. The last thing you remember was Gojo giving you your favorite drink, hot cocoa & then feeling a bit sleepy after that. You don't even realizr you're knocked out after that but you do remember the smirks on your brother & his friends' face. You open your eyes & met with Geto's face in front of you "Oh! You're finally awake dear sister! How was your dream? Must've been a wet dream huh? ~ your pussy is so wet, must've been a really good dream, yeah?~" he spoke with his antagonizing smile. You widen your eyes & look down at yourself. You're naked. You let out a moan when you feel something wet touching your neck, "hey Y/N~ how was your drink? ~ must've really knocked you up right? ~~" you heard Gojo speaks behind you. Geto without warning spread your legs making you flinch. Licking his lips, eyeing your dripping pussy. "Do you want to know something dear sister? " he taunts, you fearfully looks at him, unable to speak as the drug still on its effect. "Your pussy tasted so good~ even Nanami had to be forcefully pulled away just so we can have a taste~" Geto tells as he trace your pussy fold with his 2 fingers. 'Nanami is in too? ' you thought, shocked. But you notice he's no where here, "looking for him? ~" Gojo says, continuing leaving hickeys on your neck & collarbone. "Focus on me for now, don't think of him~" Geto trails as he starts fingering you. You slips a moan or 2 while Gojo touches your breasts & playing with your clit while licking your ear. Geto skillfully rubs your inner cunt, stretching you out real good. He rubs the roof of your vagina sending chills through your body. Not to mention his long fingers keep hitting your g-spot. "Geto~ I want my turn~" Gojo whines. Geto grunts before backing off letting Gojo takes over you.

You're moaning like a cheap whore when Gojo pounds your cunt at high speed. Your hands were held down by Geto as he watches his sister getting pounded by his best friend. He reaches out his hands towards your clit & start abusing it. If you're already sounding like a fucking whore before, idk what you are rn. "You feel so good Y/N~" Gojo moan as he lift you up, placing you on his lap making him goes deeper resulting with you choked on your own moan. "Wow, I left for a few minutes & you're already fucking her? " You heard Nanami. You reaches your hand out to him, eyes glossy with tears, asking for him to help you, "Nanami-san.... Help me... " that's when Geto capture your lips. "Sweetie, I don't think you understand" you hear Nanami again. You suddenly feel his veiny hands on your ass. Gojo lift you up a bit and that's when you felt Nanami's dick. You're squirming, tears rolls down your rosy cheeks as your lips were occupied with Geto's. Nanami slid in your stuffed cunt & start pounding, matching his rhythms with Gojo's. You moaned into Geto as he guide your hands towards his dick, slowly wrapping it & stroking it. You feel disgusted & ashamed at your self as your body is getting used as fuck toys by them. You feel yourself cumming & them fastening their pace. With 2-5 more pounding, you feel their hot seeds filling you. Geto pulls away from you as Nanami moves away from you. This is going to be a long night

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I wrote this while I'm on my period. It hurts so fucking much damn.

[thepaperpanda]

My deflowering || Steven Grant x Reader (First Person POV)

Summary: After dating Steven for a few months, you felt needy and so you decided - the next time he wants to have some fun with you, you'll let him have whatever he craved for so long

Word count: ~ 2420

Rating: explicit (+18)

Warnings: smut (deflowering + 69)

Authors: Fenrir & Rouge

It was a mutual feeling - we were both nervous as hell, but ready to move forward. It had been on my mind for a while, but I had been too worried about getting it right because this was going to be my first time.

Steven was the man of my dreams - he was smart, he made me laugh like no one else, he was sexy, and he was serious when he needed to be. Adding to his charming personality was his passion for history.

We took things slowly. Kissing and petting took up a great deal of his time, which made me want him even more. Even so, we continued slowly; after all, I was a few years younger than him, and Steven claimed: "there is no need to rush things." I appreciated his desire for me to get ready, without pressuring me. I admired him deeply.

My favorite part of the day was lying in bed with him; I loved being cradled in his strong, caring arms. It was comforting to feel his body against mine. His heat warmed my heart and ignited a fire in me that I had never experienced before.

The first time Steven laid hands on me will always be a memory of the first time we started using our tongues to please one another. While watching a movie at his place, I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. As the wet spot rapidly grew between my thighs, I moved around in my seat, growing uncomfortable.

My heart melted when he asked, "What's wrong?"

His tone was soothing, making me want him even more. While biting my bottom lip, I glanced at him and then threw my best bedroom eye at him. His face lit up like he had just won the lottery. Steven knew I was horny; with the growing bulge I could feel pressing against my leg, I knew he was getting there too.

He asked in a tone of voice different from normal; his soft caring tone had now turned deep and rushed. "Is my little Y/N horny?"

"Yes." I laid back down, giggling a little. "What are you going to do about it?"

As he lowered his lips to meet mine, he smiled. His feather soft caresses sent bolts of electricity through my skin as soon as our lips touched. A deep moan escaped me as he rubbed my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, causing them to harden almost instantly. To remove clothes from my upper body, I pushed him off a bit.

Likewise, he stripped down to his now tight boxer shorts. Standing straight, he scanned my body with his eyes.

As I licked my lips and silently beckoned him towards me, Steven could see my chest heaving up and down. Grant obeyed, as he always does, and he bent down once more to kiss me.

Though this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate and desperate; our tongues met and danced together as I grabbed a large tuft of his hair between my fingers and tugged on it ever-so-lightly while we made out.

Steven's hand made its way up my body once more, searching for, and finding, my erected nipple, after what seemed like an eternity of innocent bliss. He rubbed it a little. In the process, he placed his leg over mine and slowly rubbed his very erect cock against my trembling leg.

When he put his head against my neck, grinding a bit harder, Steven let out a soft moan into my ear; his hot breath filling me, claiming me as his own - making me crave that same breath on and around my pussy. My words were breathless and drawn out, "Go down on me."

He raised his head and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure, babe?"

I simply nodded; I had known all along that I wanted his head to be buried between my thighs but had been too timid to come out and say it.

Steven smirked mischievously and kissed me down my neck, along my collarbone, and over my breasts as he descended. In addition to licking, kissing and biting my nipples, he also made me even wetter, so much so that I could feel dribbling down my thighs.

With his kisses reaching my belly button, I was filled with the most intense lust and craving for sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. Steven was closer than ever to tasting what he was doing to me as my clit throbbed to the beat of my heart. My legs tensed up as he made his way over my hip, and my knees locked. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, making my heart skip several beats at once.

With a smile plastered across his face, Steven said, "Y/N, calm down. Let me actually get to your pussy before you cum."

I blushed crimson red. I was embarrassed, but he took it as a sign of how much I wanted him.

I looked deep into his love-struck eyes as I smiled innocently. My left hand touched the back of his head as I urged him to continue, which he did immediately.

My eyes closed as his soft lips continued to caress my skin, his tongue making brief appearances along my body.

As he worked lower and lower, kissing around but not touching my pussy, I rolled fully onto my back and let out a soft moan. My legs were forced to open by his kisses, albeit by magic.

His tongue darted across my goosebumps-covered thighs, then across my knee. For a moment, he looked up at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust and craving for my body. "I love you," Steven whispered into the soft flesh of my thigh, as he pressed his lips there.

I changed my deep breaths into words. I replied, "I love you too."

His kisses reached up to my pussy, still covered in my lacy panties, and his tongue writhed around to stroke my tender skin throught the fabric. Each of his tongue strokes brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that once his mouth was upon my wet, swollen clit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Steven’s skilled fingers easily pushed the material of my panties aside as he began to rub and stroke my pussy lips as if on cue. As my juices soaked into his fingers, he made them slippery and moist. Despite his teasing and his attempt to get me to ask for release, I would not. As he continued to touch my wet pussy, he parted its lips and rubbed my wet slit. He ran his finger all around my clit without touching it. Each time he neared, I arched my back and exhaled sharply.

He made me cum because I couldn't take this constant, cruel teasing any longer. I wanted to feel his tongue probe my warm, wet, tight pussy. I wanted him to carefully slide his fingers inside me and rub my sensitive spot. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him.

After placing my hands over his hair, I gently pressed his face against my pussy before he could protest. "I just want your tongue to touch my aching pussy so badly."

I felt as he propped himself up on his elbows; I thought that he didn't want to continue. It was as if he just wanted to leave me there panting and slick with my own release.

"I know, Y/N. I need you just as much." And with that Steven knelt on his knees, his very erect penis gleefully escaping the fabric of his boxers as Grant pushed them down his legs. His dick popped out and stood at full attention; his head purple and slick with salty, pre-cum, throbbing already. It too craved contact.

I asked shyly, "Can you touch it for me?" It's always been a great thrill for me to see Steven touching himself; I loved seeing his eyes closed tightly as his hand worked back and forth across his shaft. I enjoyed the loud animalistic noises he made any time he was about to cum. Mostly, though, I loved watching the jets of thick, white cum erupting from his quivering member. It was thrilling to see him jerk every last drop out, as well as the shudders that lasted for a long time after he had climaxed.

Seeing me touching myself, Steven smiled and permitted me to do so. As he sat on his knees, he moved his hand over to his cock. As his hand touched the shaft, he grunted.

Hearing and seeing this sent me into a sensory overload. After grabbing hold of my clit, my fingers began working on it. I rubbed it in small circles, flicked and pinched it as Steven instructed, and my body climbed ever higher toward the summit. Whenever I hit that particularly sensitive spot of my clit, where the hood didn't cover it, he could tell I was close by the beads of sweat that formed on my forehead.

"That's it baby," He urged. "Cum for me, little kitten." His pet-calling was driving me insane, and he knew that. He knew how much I enjoyed being called all those sweet nicknames. That I was here for no other purpose than to satisfy his every need, that I was only here to make him feel good.

"Who's my dirty, little kitten?" Grant asked. When I didn't respond right away, he asked me again, this time his tone was much firmer and erotic. "I asked, who is my dirty, little kitten?"

"I am." I replied, panting hard as I crept closer to climax.

As he began to move his hand over his cock more quickly, he smiled. Steven tilted his head forward and thrust his hips, he whispered, "I'm close, Y/N."

I decided to try something we hadn't done before in order not to waste that hot load. "How about a sixty-nine?" I asked shyly, a blush covering my cheeks.

Steven laid comfortably on the bed, waiting for me to straddle his face.

My legs trembled and I immediately sat up and pulled my panties down, throwing them aside. My knee went over his head as I straddled him as gently as I could, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he dove right in. As I moved my hips to match his rhythm, he began lapping at my juices, his strong hands kneading the flesh of my ass.

It was the first time anyone had ever put their head between my thighs, and I was drooling. Having his tongue move over my clit, sending me to the edge of an orgasmic trance was the best feeling I had ever experienced. He filled me up just enough with his fingers. Whenever he touched me, every part of my body tensed and shook. The feeling was divine. I rolled my head back and moaned his name loudly, playing a little with my breasts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his hard member throbbing. I leaned down and hungrily took as much as I could into my mouth. Even though it made me gag at first, I wanted it all. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel the same. I stroked his balls with my free hand, making him moan into my pussy; the vibrations tickled it.

On his cock, I bobbed my head back and forth, savouring the taste of his precum. I could feel his balls tensing up in my hand as he began slipping his tongue into my core. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." Steven soon breathed through my pussy, making me go crazy.

When I continued to visualize him spurting that gorgeous cum that I was about to swallow for the first time today, the familiar tingling in my clit began. I let go of his balls and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock fully into my mouth. I began pushing his cock balls-deep in and out of my mouth.

Like a tidal wave hitting the shore, the first wave of ecstasy swept over me. I felt numb throughout my whole body, and it took me away from myself. As my clit became too sensitive to touch, I kept grinding my pussy against his face.

He pulled away from me and pushed me off of him.

I asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?" I anticipated tasting his delicious cum. When he spoke, I sat up.

'Lay down, kitten. Today you are going to be full.” And with that, he planted a large, soft kiss directly on my lips.

I loved being able to taste myself on his tongue. It was sweet, salty, and almost bitter.

With his knee, Steven separated my legs and positioned himself between them, rubbing his throbbing member against my entrance.

Having craved it for so long, I was panting at that point.

As if waiting for my permission, Steven looked straight into my eyes.

Nodding my head, I instinctively grabbed the sheets and began to fist them.

I was slick enough for him to slide in me easily. My head rolled back as I cried his name, barely breathing. "Oh my God, Steven!"

Steven leaned forward and closed my lips with a kiss.

I had no choice but to moan loudly, fisting the sheets beneath me as he rocked his hips back and forth, stretching my pussy. Soon, I was a moaning mess beneath his strong body.

He kept on steady pace, pushing himself fully in me, slowly and carefully to not hurt me in any way, grunting and cursing from time to time. His head leaned down and he caught one of my nipples between his teeth.

I was tight enough to drive him crazy pretty quickly.

Soon, his hips stuttered, his grunts became louder and Steven pulled out of me, cumming all over my abdomen with a final, roaring grunt. He laid down beside me and we both took time to recover; he was shuddering and still breathing like he had just run a marathon.

I was there, nuzzling to his broad chest, inhaling his scent and shaking all over my body after having the very first intercourse in my life. I was so happy he was the one to deflower me. I trusted him with my life; I knew he would never hurt me. But most of all, Steven Grant was the man I loved dearly.

[nasty-quillz]

Just The Tip

Summary: You were meant to meet Katsuki at this house party, after his patrol, but he's not very attentive when he arrives. Lucky for you Eijirou is very happy to keep you company and just a tad tipsy.

Tag: oral(m! receiving), penetration, mildly tipsy sex, cheating, dirty talk, cum eating, cum as lubricant, Black fem! Reader

You’re not sure how you got here exactly. Only that Katsuki and Eijirou told you they’d meet you here after their patrol, so you waited for Mina to pick you up. By the time you did your make up, styled your hair and donned your favorite sundress, Mina was outside, ready to whisk you out into the hot summer heat of a house party.

You were having fun. Drinking, dancing, doing jello shots off your homegirls. Enjoying yourself, for the first time in a while. Then your boyfriend and his best friend showed up, clearly fresh from battle.

Both were a little battle worn and sweaty. Clearly panting with the exertion it took to get them here after their Patrol ended.

As soon as they entered Denki baited Katsuki into some competition against Izuku. You watched from across a sea of people as he was led away from you, Denki chattering about arm wrestling without quirks. From that point on it was tunnel vision.

He hadn’t even seen you and after hearing about the competition you knew he was a lost cause, so you went back to the dance floor with your friends. Mina kept handing you drinks throughout until you had a pleasant buzz going. You and Mina were dancing together and on a particular twirl away from her you bumped into Eijirou.

Your eyes rove up the length of him, before you can catch yourself, you start to eye his rippling muscles and big biceps, until you feel a hand wrap around your waist.

Next thing you knew he was dragging you away from the rest of the party.

“C’mere, lemme jus’-,” Eijirou gently pulled you into the cut and kissed sloppily down your neck. His hulking 6’’7 frame pinned you to the wall, as rough hands started roaming over your curves, hooking both hands under your thick ass to pin you against the wall.

You were in some dark enclosure in an abandoned hallway of a party 1-A was invited to. You’re mildly tipsy and from the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath so is Eijirou. The Sharp smell of his cologne and sweat invades your senses.

“Eiji!” You yelp as the man continues kissing down your neck, across your collarbones, until he comes to the top of your breasts. He pulls back to take in the sight of you in the off the shoulder, flower covered sundress.

Brown skin glistens lightly with sweat and body lava under the low light of the party and Eijirou can’t seem to stop himself from touching you possessively. “Fuck Mamas, so pretty.” He says it bereft, like it hurts him. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve to touch you.

Rough hands caress your breasts through soft fabric before he pulls it down to reveal the soft brown mounds. Red eyes go dark and two hardened thumbs rub over them and you moan. Your nipples harden and that only encourages him. He pinches them as he stares into your eyes.

“Such pretty big nipples.” He hunches over to give sharp mouth kisses to them, teeth nipping briefly, before latching on to one and sucking softly. He continues to play with your right as his left roves under your dress. A jagged hand squeezes plump thighs, before it slides up to rub unquirked along your panties, only to find that you weren’t wearing any.

The wet lips of your pussy is all Eijirou feels. “Look at this gushy pussy,” He groans into your tit. “Nice and sloppy from me sucking on these big tiddies.” Eijirou flicks one to emphasize his point. Two fingers split your seam and sink into wet heat. “Has my pussy missed me, Y/n?”

You gasp, savoring the way those large thick digits stretched your pussy. “E-Eijirou please—S-Someone might see! W-what if Katsuki—Ugh fuck!”

Eijirou curls his fingers upward as he slides them deeper into your cunt. Blunt fingertips press against your g-spot. He’s unlatched from your nipple, but not before wrapping his wide mouth to cover the entirety of your areola and biting lightly with shark teeth.

His eyes hold dark promises as he gazes down into yours and lazily fingers you, smirking softly. “What if Kat sees what, Mamas? How much of a slut you are for me?”

You whimper weakly, “I-I’m not!”

He drags his fingers out of you and they come shining with your juices. He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, all while holding eye contact and this time you whimper for a different reason.

“Fuck I missed the taste of this pussy. Did She miss me, Mamas?” His thumb moves to your clit before you can respond. It massages the top through the hood and Eijiro watches as your eyes dilate as you moan.

“Shit Eijirou! Yes, yes she missed you!” Your hips grinded against his hand, chasing the feeling.

Lazy eyes drift down and he bites his bottom lip, groaning at the sight. The bottom of your dress is bunched up to expose your pussy and Eijirou is hypnotized by the way you're dripping. “Fuck yeah She did. Look at this nasty lil’ honeypot. Does Kat know you get this wet, Mamas?” He groans hoarsely, reaching down to grope himself through his Hero costume.

His dick is fully hard and your eyes zero in on the thick outline of it against his thigh. Eijirou doesn’t miss it either. “Oh you look like you want something, Mamas. C’mon tell Daddy Riot.” A big hand continues to play with his dick as he grins predatorily.

“Eiji—Daddy please want it. Wanna feel it.”

That earns a dark chuckle from the man. He pulls away and gently sets you on your feet and crowds you against the wall, leaning over you with one arm. His voice is soft and insistent in your ears. “Go on Mamas, take me out.”

You feel hot excitement fill your chest, as he takes a manicured hand and places it over his dick.You squeeze it and it jumps in your hand. Your own hot core throbs between your legs. The thrill of the forbidden drives you forward. The party is only a few halls away. Your boyfriend is only a few halls away and here you are, with his best friend’s dick in your hand.

The Hero leans in, mouth getting closer to yours. “That’s my girl, take what you want. Don’t you want it Mamas. Don’t you miss how it splits you open?” His lips graze against yours as he whispers soft and obscene. He seals your lips to his in a needy kiss.

A hot large tongue sweeps into your mouth, dominating as it maps out your hot cavern, before it becomes more languid. It licks and twines with your own as you kiss back, hands fumbling with the “R” belt buckle as you pry open the large man’s fly and zipper.

Reaching in, you grasp the hot heavy shaft and shift until you can pull it out.

As you do you pull away from his kiss and look down at the dick, that you know could ruin your life.

It’s big. Long and thick, with a fat angry red tip. Veins run up and down the length and the tip is dripping precum. The sight of it after not having it for so long, makes you curse. You look back at Eijirou, who looks equally as flushed as you feel and he kisses you again.

Only this time instead of getting enthralled by his mouth you’re startles as he hoists you back up against the wall. Mildly disoriented you plan to complain when you feel the hot fat head of his dick slap against your pussy and slot itself snugly in your folds

The feeling of the fat head parting your lips makes you moan breathily, as you stare up into red lust blown eyes. “Yeah, that's my good girl.” He wraps your legs around him securely and supports himself against the wall again.

His right hand steadys his dick as he slowly pressed in. The More the man’s length spread your cunt the more desperate you get for him to fuck you.

But that doesn’t happen.

Well… not exactly anyway.

Eijirou thrusts the angry thick tip of his dick inside you only to drag it back out, slowly. He stares down at it as he does, repeating the action in a sensually agonizing pace, until a faster torturous rhythm is started. Red eyes stare enraptured by the looks of dark glistening folds splitting around him.

The mans holds you up, pinned to a wall as he fucks you shallowly. The

squelching noise of him shallowly fucking your pussy fills the hallway, making the hero groan.

“Mmmph shit, Mamas. This pussy must’ve really missed me huh? Talking to me all loud and all I gave Her was the tip.” His eyes drag up to yours and you can’t help the way you moan at his filthy mouth.

“Oh like that? Like how messy I get Her? C’mon Baby, you gotta tell me.”

You nod frantically, rolling your hips, trying to ride the edge of that feeling to your orgasm, but Eijirou isn’t having it. “C’mon Mamas, you gotta tell Daddy Riot what you want or else I can’t give it to you.” Warm lips are kissing and biting along the side of your neck now.

“Daddy come on, please give it to me. I want it, want your dick fucking me deep. Wanna cream on it again—Ugh!Shit yesyesyes!” You’re chanting, eyes feverish as your head falls against the wall and Eijirou penetrates just a little further, making you desperate to feel the full length of him again.

You’d been fantasizing about the last time he fucked you.

Katsuki sent him to your apartment to check on you, because he was at work and a villain attack was happening near your apartment. Eijirou wasn’t suited for the Villain type so he did as his best friend asked.

He’d taken one look at your sleep ass in you over sized Dynamight t-shirt and Red Riot bonnet and thrown you over his shoulder to carry back to your bedroom.

Forty minutes later he’s laying on his back and watching your pussy go creamy around his dick as he bounced you on his cock.

That’s right Mamas, lemme get up in those guts. Uh huh take it all, make Daddy nut in this fat lil’ pussy.

God he’d fucked you good that night so good, you were too tired to hangout with Katsuki on your day off.

And that’s what you were craving right now. The absolutely fucked out feeling that him battering against your cervix, but he keeps teasing you.

Tears of frustration are gathering in your eyes and you whine, desperate to be dicked down properly.

A big warm hand comes up to caress your face, thumb rubbing over your lips as Eijirou shushes you. “Shh Mamas, you keep that up and someone is gunna he—”

A hollow noise interrupts him and when you both turn to see where it came from.

Your heart seizes at the sight of Katsuki frozen in the hallway. At his booted feet rests two solo cups and the expression on his face is one of shock.

You feel dread start bubbling up inside you, but your panic is cut off by the rumbling sound of Eijirou chuckling.

“Hey Kitty Kat, been wondering when you’d come looking for your girl.” He looks back at you and the grin on his face is equal parts mean and sexy. “Y/n has been so nice to me, haven’t ‘chu Mamas?”

He rolls his hips forward and despite the situation you let out a keen of pleasure. When you finally get yourself back together you stumble over your words.

“‘Suki, Baby I-I can explain. I—We—Oh fuck me!”

Your platitudes are cut off when Eijirou finally sheaths his dick deep in your cunt at the worst possible moment. He lets out swears as hot slick walls engulf him.

“Shh don’t worry about explaining Mamas. Kitty Kit doesn’t mind, do you Baby? It’s not like it’s something you haven't experienced before.”

You watch your boyfriend’s face flush and realization dawns on you.

Eijirou Kirishima had been fucking both of you, behind each others backs this whole time.

The hot thrill that knowledge sends up your spine is unexpected but entirely welcome.

“‘Suki have you been— Ooooh!”You cut yourself off with a moan when Eijirou’s length is drug out of you slowly.

“Has he what, Mamas? Taken Daddy’s dick just as pretty as you have?” He says before sheathing his turgid flesh back into your dripping pussy. The way the head nudges your cervix makes you shake in his hold.

Eijirou goes right into a consistently moderate hard pace of fucking you sensesless. “Our precious lil’ Kitty Kat’s been taking my dick so well, Mamas, you should see him. Sometimes when patrols are slow he’ll lemme slide my dick down his throat.” He’s working your pussy so hard now. Balls slapping against you with each harsh thrust.

What’s worse is the fact that Katsuki is watching with a hot desperate look in his eyes. He looks ashamed and aroused and when that look is turned on you, you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around Eijirou.

From the little choked noise he makes, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“What you standing over there for, Kat. Don’t you wanna make your girl feel good. Or are you gunna be a lazy lil slut and touch that pretty dick while I rearrange your pretty girl’s guts?”

Just as he says, Katsuki’s got a hand in his pants, palming his own cock as his eyes focus on the sight of Eijirou’s fat cock sinking into your cunt over and over.

He stumbles his way over until he’s all but pressed up against you. The firmness of his torso presses against your arm before you can blink, Katsuki’s mouth is sucking earnestly on your nipples, with his hand buried in his pants.

He’s moaning around your dark bud and looking up at you through thick blonde lashes. The look in his eyes is desperate and intense and it makes your pussy quiver around Eijirou’s cock.

“Damn Mamas, didn't know you got this wet. Does Kat’s mouth feel that good?” You moan loudly in response and clench slick walls around him. You wriggle where you’re pinned against the wall, trapped between two men.

Their presence overwhelmed you. Eijirou battering away at your walls while Katsuki’s wet tongue toys with your nipple. Katsuki’s scent fills your nose. Sweet and heavy as he looks at you like his last meal. Then just as soon as his eyes are looking at you, they’re gone.

Eijirous is holding Katuki’s head away from you by his hair. They are facing each other and the shorter man’s hand still strokes away at his cock as his Hero partner manhandles him. Eijirou cock rests buried inside of you to the hilt as he speaks.

“Look at you Kitty Kat. Always so pretty, stroking that pretty dick, and doing such a good job at pleasuring Y/n. You’re always such a good boy for Daddy.” The broken desperate noise that leaves your boyfriend’s mouth is one you’ve never heard before.

Desperate and aching for the praise falling from his best friend's lips. He’s panting for it and You watch, just as turned on as he is.

“Ei, please!” Eijirou smirks down at the blonde, teeth peaking in the roguish way that makes your knees weak.

“Aht aht Kitty Kat, that’s not what you call me, is it?” He leans into Katsuki’s space, eyes narrowing and his smirk turns just this side of mean. “You know what I wanna her, Baby.” His face was barely an inch away from Katsuki's own.

“D-Daddy…” It’s a soft embarrassed whine and that word falling off your explosive boyfriend pulls your own embarrassing noise from you.

“Shhh Mamas, you wait your turn.” His eyes never leave Katsuki’s “That’s it Kat say it again. Don’t you want your girl to hear what an obedient slut you are for Daddy? Or is she my girl now with the way this fat little cunt keeps rippling ‘round my dick?” His dick jumped inside you, as if to emphasize his point.

He’s gazing into Katsuki’s eyes, thick beefy hand threaded through his hair, lips a hair's width apart from his own. “C’mon Sweetheart, gimme what I wanna hear.”

Katsuki fidgets, but inevitably gives in. “Daddy fuckin’ kiss me please!”

Eijirou chuckles, before acquiescing. “That’s my good boy.” Then their lips finally meet in a passionate biting kiss. You watch mesmerized and turned on as you watch your boyfriend kiss the man that is currently about 9 inches deep in your pussy and enjoying every minute of it. You can see his hand clench in ash blonde hair ask, his quirk ripples up his arm.

Katsuki is making little high pitched whines that you’ve never heard before as Eijirou ravishes his mouth. Against your thigh you can still feel Katsuki hand working over his cock and when you look down to see, he’s taken it out and strokes it openly.

Then you watch as the hand that was in his hair comes down to where you’re both connected. He pulls out of you, groaning at the way your walls shutter around him, and gathers your slick off his cock. He bats his hand away and takes a firm hold of it, to stroke it at a much slower pace.

Still quirked and all.

Katsuki pulls away, gasping, a thick strand of saliva still connecting their lips. “Fuckin’ shit—Daddy!” He rests his head against the bigger man’s bare chest as he ruts his cock into his friend’s hardened fist. “S-So good. Your hand so fucking— Oh god!” It’s so much. The warm wet grip around his cock. The intoxicatingly sharp fleeting points of pain, from the ridges created by Eijirou’s quirk. All of it was enough to have him desperate to cum.

Eijirou’s hand tightens and the whine that leaves your boyfriend is high and breathy. “Aww look at your lil’ slut of a boyfriend, Y/n. He’s so pretty when he’s fucking my fist like a dog. Especially after I got it all slick with your juices, Mamas.” Katsuki moans at the reminder and bites into Eijirou’s pec.

You watch as pre oozes out of the head of cock, making the red head’s already messy hand messier. “Aht aht Sweetheart. None of that. Use that pretty mouth and thank Mamas for giving us all this nice warm slick to use. Go on, look at her while you do it.”

Shuddering, he turns his head to face you. The sight of him as he is is breathtaking. Face flushed with shame and arousal. Pretty pink blush traveling all the way down his chest. He was a vision like you’d never seen.

“Y/n, Baby-Ah! T-Thank you for m-making Daddy’s hand slick for me t-to fuck.” He stuttered his way through the sentence, gasping little moans as Eijirou meanly stroked his cock. “F-Feels so good-ah!” His hand shot out to steady himself on the wall next to your head. You could practically hear his nails dig into the wall.

“That’s Daddy’s good boy. Now be good and help me make our girl feel good. Don’t you want that Kitty Kat? Want our girl to feel so good she creams on my dick?” His hips were moving again. Now pistoning his way between gushy folds, as he continues to stroke your boyfriend’s cock. “Can you picture it, Sweetheart? How she’ll look shaking apart on my dick. This perfect pussy’s making a mess on me.”

His stroke is more insistent now, fucking you deep and fast. “Go on Kat, put that whore mouth on those pretty tits. Yeah like that, Sweetheart.” You swear when the Hero’s mouth is suckling on your peaked bud as his free hand once again flicks and pinches the other.

You writhe between them, lost in the sensation of getting roughly fucked and nipples being sucked and pinched. “Fuck— ‘Suki, Daddy! Ngh-gah please, fuckmefuckmefuckme!” You bury delicate hands in Katsuki’s hair and tug in a way you know he enjoys.

His moans are muffled, but he turns he gaze up at you and his suckling gets more vigorous and deft calloused fingers meanly pinch your nipple just the way you like. Those red lust blown eyes stare up at you like you hung the moon and you’re overwhelmed with emotion.

“‘Suki, fuck Baby, kiss me. Please kiss me!” You’re tugging at his hair, urging him off your breast. He goes without fuss and surges up to meet you in a filthy passionate kiss.

He’s breathing hard, still rutting into Eijirou’s hand, and trying to focus his attention on you. He kisses like he fights, dominant aggressive and with no quarter for retaliation. His tongue sensually maps out every corner of your mouth, before tangling languidly with your own.

You stay like that. Slow soft tongue kissing , until Katsuki breaks it.

He’s breathing hard and gritting his teeth, as his head falls on your shoulder.

You look to where Eijirou is still fisting his cock and you see he’s sped up his pace. You look back to the man and the look on his face makes you freeze.

It’s one of possessive hunger and it sends heat licking across your nerves.

“Don’t stop.” It’s panted out, heady and desperate, the most desperate you’ve ever heard the man. Katsuki raises his head, but you can tell he’s barely coherent enough for even that.

“Daddy—”

“No— Fuck, Sweetheart kiss her again. You look so good together—” He bites back a groan, clearly as desperate as you both are, now. “Kiss Mamas again Baby boy, while you cum.” He twists in a spectacular motion that has Katsuk’s fingers digging into the wall.

He does as he’s told. Kisses you with even more desperation, as his orgasm starts cresting. Groaning into your mouth, he shudders violently as his pretty curved cock twitches in Eijirou’s hand and jet after jet of sticky hot cum covers his hand. He breaks the kiss, clearly overwhelmed and exhausted after such an intense orgasm, and collapses against the wall beside you.

But you aren’t paying that any mind as Eijirou is holding his soiled hand to you mouth, as he fucks you relentlessly now.

His big frame is hunched over you once more, as he whispers filth in your ear.

“That’s my good girl, take it. Take this dick, while you lick up our precious boys cum. Uh huh just like that, doesn’t our Kitty Katy taste good, Mamas. Good works slurp it up like the greedy cumslut I’ve trained you to be.”

You’re doing exactly that, until every drop of the sticky white mess is gone, enjoying the harsh way his cockhead is batering against your cervix.

You feel that same hand move to massage your swollen neglected clit. It touches you just right, quickly working your toward that fast approaching peak.

“Yes, that’s it Mamas. Clench around this dick. Gimme what I want, I know you’re close. Give it to me. Give Daddy that nut Babygirl.”

You nod nonsensically, giving in. Letting that hot overwhelming heat build in your belly, until it snaps.

“Daddy!”

Your vision whites out, as wave after wave of ecstasy racks your body. You feel yourself shaking, vaguely aware of the mouth covering yours to cover, your scream, but everything else is just window dressing to the pleasure you’re experiencing.

When you come back to yourself, you’re sitting next to Katsuki on the floor, loose limbed and content.

Your boyfriend, however, is sitting head pressed against the wall as Eijirou feeds him his stick hard cock. He’s looking down, grinning at him, proud look in his eye, when he catches sight that you’re conscious again.

“See Mamas, I told you he looked pretty swallowing dick.”

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Soft Dealers and Dirty Relations

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly sub Eddie, soft brown eyes (dies)

Word Count: 3571

Summary: You have a soft spot for your dealer. 

A/N: Here I am. With zero self control. Eddie Munson could get it any which way he wanted. But I really loved the idea of a more sub Eddie. A version of him that played more into that hesitation he talks about in the show and not being brave. Plus, I like the boss bitch x nerdy vibes trope. So, enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that. 

Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.

*Masterlist in bio.

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You took a long pull from the joint pressed between your red nails, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You welcomed the inevitable high that would follow. Your eyes looked over the serene and still waters of Lover’s Lake, the moon reflecting high in the night sky. All was calm.

Music hummed from the van’s speakers, the heavy strings of guitars and booming bass almost making the vehicle vibrate beneath you. A breeze swept through the van, causing you to shiver.

“You cold?”

Eddie Munson gestured to his leather jacket discarded behind him. He took note of your body's reaction and the bareness of your shoulders and collarbone. He tried to be inconspicuous about it, but you knew. You could feel those intense brown orbs practically burning a whole through the off-shoulder top you wore. He was sweet about it though. He never made you feel uncomfortable. It was why you always let him take you to the most secluded places to smoke. He knew the best spots and he was willing to share them with you.

“No, I’m okay. Thanks though,” you replied with a smile, tendrils of smoke passing between you both as you shared the joint.

Eddie had been your dealer for the last year. You’d seen him around. Heard his band play. Knew that he was on a roll to becoming the longest reigning senior at Hawkins High. Despite his academic misgivings, he was a good guy. He was funny, albeit a little nerdy. He looked meaner than he was. A quality he used to his advantage.

Over time, you’d come to know the real Eddie. The Eddie that opened doors for you and let you take the first hit of every joint because, in his words, “it’s fucking chivalry”. The Eddie that geeked out over song lyrics and guitar solos. The Eddie that kept meticulous notes on his D&D campaign and stored them in a trapper keeper for safekeeping.

Your drug dealer was as unthreatening as they came. And you liked it.

The Eddie Munson’s of the world were not usually your type. You were more familiar with the hard edges and stoic faces of men who’d most likely done things to wind up in jail. Those men excited you. It was a thrill to know that they could be dangerous. A different kind of high. But Eddie excited you for the exact opposite. He made you feel powerful, whereas most of the other guys made you feel powerless. That’s what it was all about. Power. And for the moment, you wanted some of that power back.

You sat in the back of Eddie’s van, overlooking the water. A comfortable silence sat between you, the joint lingering on his lips as he took another hit. The unmistakable melody of The Knack’s My Sharona wafted through the speakers and you sat up straighter. It was one of your favorite songs. It was a favorite because it never failed to arouse you. Something about the drums and lyrical moaning made you practically feral with desire.

It was perfect.

Eddie’s sneaker tapped along to the beat beside you, his eyes stuck on the motionless lake. He wore his Hellfire shirt, the sleeves pushed up to reveal traces of ink you’d only ever caught glimpses of. You wondered what else he had inked on his skin. Your eyes drifted down to his hands and the many rings that adorned his fingers. You licked your lips at the sight. He shifted his legs, pulling your focus to his crotch for a brief second before you caught yourself.

You decided to implement your own tried and true tactics. You weren’t new to the laws of attraction and wanting someone to notice you. You had your methods. And they always worked. So you’d use them. Because you were horny. And because Eddie Munson had been trying extremely hard not to eye fuck you.

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.

When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?

Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.

Gun it comin' off the line Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up.

Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch

Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.

M M M My Sharona

You stood from your perch in the back of his van and walked closer to the water, keenly aware that he was watching you. You stretched a bit, the hem of your ruffled skirt riding up as you did. You let him get his free show in before you turned around, arms behind your back as you approached, your chest pushed out and daring him to steal a glance.

His soft brown eyes were dark, the color shifting and almost melting into his pupil. He still held the joint in his hand as he watched you make your way back towards him, a wicked smile on your painted lips. You stepped into his space, settling yourself between his spread thighs. The action caught him off guard and he straightened, albeit a little slowly. You ran your nails up his denim clad thighs, observing the way he observed you. There was confusion and shock written on his features. But you could see the desire there too. It coated your body like a warm blanket, pulling you in.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

He stuttered out the words and you had to try hard not to giggle. He backed up as you leant in, stealing the joint from his fingertips. You held his startled gaze as you sucked in smoke. You’d never been this close to him before. And aside from the occasional bump of fingers passing between each other, you’d never touched him.

He felt good.

The joint soon became a roach and you set it on the chrome bumper of his van, freeing your hands. You didn’t move from your position.

“You want me to move?” you asked, an eyebrow arched as you awaited his answer.

He took a long time to respond. He was searching your face. Searching for an answer to your sudden closeness. He’d find nothing but want.

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.

Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.

Keeping it a mystery gets to me

Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.

Always get it up for the touch

Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.

M M M My Sharona

“No,” came his breathless reply.

You smiled and took that as your cue, running your fingertips higher up his thighs. The muscles tensed beneath you, but you pressed onward. Your lips drifted closer to his, but never touched. You teased him, letting him feel only as good as you wanted him to feel.

“Touch me, Eddie.”

“Where?”

You ran your nose along his stubbled cheek, nuzzling into his hair as your lips ghosted over his ear. “Everywhere.”

His hands tentatively touched your hips, gripping the material of your skirt and then loosening again. He hesitated before letting them roam to your ass. He palmed the flesh and then quickly released, as if he’d been burned.

“Like this?” he asked, his tone unsure.

You kissed along his neck, letting your tongue dart out to taste his flesh. He groaned at the action, his hands following suit and grasping your ass once again.

“Like that,” you praised, voice breathy and low.

He did it again. And again.

Each of his touches were in response to your lips on his skin. You sucked at a patch on his neck, gentle enough to not leave a mark but enough to bring pleasure. He angled his head, allowing you to work him over. Your tongue trailed across his Adam’s apple, his chin, and then his mouth. You both pressed into each other as lips clashed, followed soon by tongues. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands as he brought you closer. Every nerve felt like it’d come alive when his lips touched yours. Your breath was running out, but you didn’t care. You both sucked in air when you could, unwilling to separate just yet.

“In the van,” you ordered when you’d both finally broken apart. You tugged at the front of his shirt as you hopped into the back. Eddie followed you, settling against the side of the interior. You made your way into his lap, lips finding his as soon as he was close enough.

He became braver with his touches. He clutched at you with purpose, realizing he could elicit those raspy moans from deep within you. You ground down on his lap, hearing the most beautiful whimper fall from his lips. You did it again, feeling him thrust upwards in response. He was hard and warm and you were desperate to have him inside of you.

You let your fingers fall to the button of his jeans, feeling his stomach go rigid and his mouth pull away from yours. He looked dazed as he tried to orient himself away from your tempting touch.

“Hold on,” he panted, holding your hands in his.

You did as he said, chest rising and falling just as fast as his. You could see remnants of your lipstick on his face as he licked at his kiss-swollen lips. His eyes peered down, seeing the noticeable imprint of your nipples pebbled against your shirt. He sucked in a breath, almost comically and you giggled.

“I’ve, uh…I’ve…,”

You watched as he struggled to formulate a sentence. He seemed nervous again. Almost shy even. You’d never seen him so vulnerable.

You reached out and cupped his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours. You smiled down at him in response, seeing him relax slightly.

“What is it?”

His eyes closed and he sighed again, falling into your warm touch and soothing voice. You waited him out, continuing to caress his cheek as he worked up the nerve to say whatever he needed to say.

“I haven’t done this very much,” he finally confessed, still unable to meet your stare.

“What? Kiss?” you teased.

Eddie rolled his eyes and adjusted you in his lap, causing him to connect to your heated core. You bit your lip at the graze, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Noooo,” he drew out, again not realizing that his fingers were rubbing soft circles into your thighs. “Sex,” he finally admitted.

You weren’t entirely surprised by his words. While he may look bad ass, he was actually quite sweet. Something you were sure not many girls your age yearned for. It didn’t make you want him any less though. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

“S’okay. It’s not like I’m a pro,” you joked, enjoying seeing his eyes light up once again.

The coolness of his rings made you shiver as he flattened his hand across your thighs. His fingertips almost disappeared under the fabric of your skirt. You inched your hips closer, hoping he would take the hint.

“Just tell me what you want,” you whispered, the moment back to being electrically charged.

He watched you closely as he skimmed his fingers between your thighs, never reaching the destination you so desperately needed him to. This time, you were sure he knew what he was doing.

“You.”

Your lips met once again. The promise of more overwhelmed you both. Hands grabbed and bodies gyrated as soft moans and low groans filled the back of the van.

“How bad?” you asked, hands drifting to the bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

“W-what?” he returned, confusion coloring his words.

You began to softly rub at him through the fabric, feeling him throb in your palm. His head made contact with the side of the van, eyes squeezing shut as you applied a gentle pressure.

“How bad do you want me?”

“I’m pretty sure you can feel it, sweetheart.”

You took a sick delight in seeing him so strung out. His eyes were still screwed shut and his breathing was picking up speed. He swallowed and your eyes became affixed to his throat.

Without warning, you stopped. Eddie searched for your touch, but you evaded him, instead taking his own hand in yours.

“I want you too, Eddie. Real bad,” you confessed, feeling his stare. You took his long index finger and pressed it between your lips, sucking on the digit. His eyes widened, his mouth agape as he watched you take his finger further into your mouth.

You released the appendage with a pop, satisfied at the feel of him shifting beneath you. He was uncomfortably hard. You could feel it.

You led the soaked finger to the apex of your thighs, encouraging him to push your panties to the side. He obediently did so. After some delicate fumbling, you pressed his finger into your slit, the both of you drenched in warm velvet.

“Holy fuck…,” he groaned, eyes glued to your still covered pussy.

You moaned as he began to finger you on his own, unable to sit still inside you. You gripped his shoulders as he explored with light strokes. You craved more. You wanted to be filled. To feel that delicious burn that came right before the precipice of pleasure.

“Another one…add another one,” you breathlessly demanded, hips now swiveling in his lap.

He did as you requested. And the stretch you ached for came when he added two fingers instead of one. His palm brushed your clit and you gasped, closer to the edge than you’d anticipated.

“Shit, don’t stop, Eddie.”

“I won’t.”

And he didn’t.

You came with a shudder, moans sailing through the air as each rip tide of climax pulled you under. The rhythm of his fingers slowed, as did the obnoxious sound of your walls sucking him in. He let you ride his hand until the very last spasm left your body.

You collapsed on him, pressing your forehead against his. Laughter followed as your body slowly melted into him, your skin still aflame with desire.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie breathed, reverence in his voice. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You straightened to look at him properly, his fingers still very much buried inside you.

“You’re good at that,” you praised, once again surprised by him. He followed direction like a fucking dream. That would come in handy.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly. Which was laughable considering he’d just fingered fucked you in the back of his van.

You maneuvered yourself off his hand and hissed at the emptiness you now felt. You brought the glistening digits to his mouth and without missing a beat, he sucked on them.

Your thighs twitched while your walls clenched around nothing as he tasted you. That familiar heat began to pool deep in your belly once again. You brought his lips to yours in a visceral show of passion, determined to savor yourself the same way he had.

His rings pressed into the flesh of your ass as you reached for the button on his jeans. You made quick work of the zipper, maneuvering your hand into the constricting fabric.

“I wanna feel you,” you pleaded, frustrated by his uncooperative clothing.

He hurriedly did his best to shift the material down enough so that he was freed from the confines of his jeans. Your mouth salivated on instinct.

You wasted no time in coating your palm with saliva and wrapping it around his length. He bit his lip as he watched your hand manipulate his flesh. He was swelling in your hand, moisture pooling at the tip. He was breathing heavy, limbs so rigid you were sure they would snap off his body.

“Can I ride you?” you purred into his ear, feeling him twitch under your grasp.

“Yes, yes, god yes,” he chanted, making you giggle.

You nipped at his earlobe while he helped you sink onto him. You both struggled with moving your panties to the side and as he placed the tip at your entrance, you insisted he rip the offending garment off.

“What?”

“Rip them off. It’s okay,” you assured him, too horny to give a fuck about underwear you bought at a department store.

And so he did.

The lace came away almost too easy under his hands. The action made you practically drip down his cock. As soon as he cast the ruined panties away, you sank down onto him.

“Shiiiiit,” he groaned, your skirt now pushed over your hips as he nearly tore that to shreds.

A long, low moan that you almost didn’t recognize as your own came from your lips as he sat sheathed inside of your walls. You both pulsed with need, the hum of an orgasm just under the surface.

“You gotta move, sweetheart,” he urged, hips thrusting up to motivate you.

You bit your lip and decided to have mercy on him. Mostly because you were just as impatient as he was. You began to rock your hips, taking him slowly in and out of your clutches. With every stroke, his grip tightened. You could see the veins in his forearms as he struggled to let you go at your own pace. Your hooded gaze caught the black ink resting just under the collar of his shirt and you leant forward. His cock slid against you as you reached out and licked the tattooed image, feeling him jerk and seek out the warmth of your pussy.

“Can I touch you?”

His question made you pause, seeing his hands now edging towards your untouched breasts. You felt that rush of power as you stared into his gentle brown eyes, knowing he was completely at your mercy.

“You’re inside of me, Eddie. You don’t have to ask,” you assured him, pushing your top down to pool at your waist. You placed his calloused hands over your bare breasts, throwing your head back as he massaged them.

“God, that feels good,” you rasped, hips picking up speed as he easily slid in and out of you. You tangled your fingers into his shirt, inching it up his torso. More ink was revealed to your hungry gaze.

The rough calluses of his fingers felt divine against your sensitive breasts. He was watching you closely as you bounced in his lap. It wasn’t until you felt his lips encase a nipple that you understood why. He was reading your reactions. And you gave him one.

“Harder,” you gasped, pushing him further into your naked flesh. His tongue swirled around the pebbled bud before he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, making you ground down into his cock.

He switched to the other breast and you knew you wanted to cum just like this. With his cock buried deep while he sucked at your tits, brown eyes peering up at you with pure carnality.

You rubbed at your clit as he bent to your every whim. When you moaned, he repeated his action. Harder and faster. And your eyes squeezed shut as that surge of unforgiving bliss started to rise.

“I’m gonna cum…fuck.”

A delicate kiss to the underside of your chin was all it took. Galaxies passed behind your eyelids as you floated through space. Your hips moved of their accord as you chased the high of euphoria. Every part of you felt like it was going to burst.

“Shit, sweetheart…”

You barely registered Eddie’s words or the way his own hips had started to fuck you, no longer sitting idly by. You gripped his shoulders as he plunged into your depths. His face was buried in your breasts, his hands now attached firmly to your ass as he climaxed. He grunted and groaned, spilling himself inside of you.

Warmth filled you as he got as close to you as humanly possible. You cradled his head, finally feeling his body begin to loosen. His tight hold turned to gentle caresses as he skimmed his fingertips along your naked back, making you shiver.

“That was fucking awesome,” he exhaled, skin sticking to yours as he gazed up at you.

You laughed tiredly, lethargy now seeping into your bones. “Yeah, it fucking was,” you agreed, stroking wayward strands of hair from his face.

You slowly eased him out of you, both of you wincing at the action. You adjusted your clothes, getting off his lap so he could do the same. You dressed in silence, the radio back to being the only source of sound. Another breeze came through and this time it cooled your balmy skin. You settled back into your original spot, legs dangling off the back of his van as the lake gently moved with the wind.

Eddie joined you and pulled another joint from his tin container. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, shaking your head as he lit up and offered it to you.

“I might be on the verge of passing out after that,” you teased, hesitating to take it from him.

“You could always crash with me,” he offered, eyes deceiving his nonchalant tone.

You inhaled and released the smoke, not holding it in for too long this time.

You smiled at his words. “We’ll see, Munson.”

That was enough for him.

You both went back to companionable silence while his cum trickled down your thigh and his neck sported a hickey.

It was perfect.

[silkscream]

okay okay arvin req…you’re making dinner and minding your business and arvin’s just watching you…you fuck on the counter..i’ll leave

right in front of my salad????  [nsfw]

but yea. ok. you’re making his favorite chicken soup but he’s hungrier for something else. you’re too busy chopping vegetables to even notice the way he looks at you, stares at you with wide eyes because he’s a goner. he’s never been quite so soft for anyone else before. suddenly, you look up and smirk at him.

“need something, sunshine?” you tease.

“just you,” arvin drawls. he saunters over to where you are and massages your shoulder lightly, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. at first you turn your head, rejecting him, but he turns your head himself and kisses you deeply. 

he leans into you, hand on your neck and the other wrapping itself around your waist to cage you in his warmth. he smells like cigarettes and beer. you feel his tongue on your bottom lip and makes you shake a little. he moans into you, which surprises you because he’s normally not the most vocal. he sounds almost desperate. 

“baby, i have to make the soup,” you mumble in between kisses when you realize the pot of water behind you is boiling.

“just turn off the stove for a little.”

“arvin!”

“fine,” he sighs. for a few minutes, there’s silence between you two except for the sound of liquid swirling as you mix the vegetables into the broth. the tiny radio on the kitchen counter hums a love song you recognize from when you were a teenager. back when things were easy and you imagined yourself just like this, making dinner for your lover.

arvin gazes at you as he leans on the counter. once you’ve put in the noodles, you lower the heat on the stove and turn back to face him. you flash him a smile, faking him out by walking towards him but leaning right next to him instead of in his arms, and you take a sip of your glass of wine as you lean into your book.

he puts his hands on your waist from behind, hugging you in his warmth as he nests his head on your shoulder. you feel the locks of his hair tickle your cheek. 

“keep thinking i’m getting too greedy with you, but i can’t goddamn help it,” arvin sighs into your skin.

“what do you mean, greedy?”

“like i don’t deserve you,” he rasps, his voice low. “y’just, ya know, give so much to me that i feel like i keep taking. and sometimes i think about you and it’s like i opened up some door that can never be closed again.”

“you’re being very poetic tonight, russell.”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear, woman,” arvin chuckles. “I want you so bad all the time that sometimes i think i oughta go to hell for... the ways i think about you.”

“so i’m the apple to your eve?”

he laughs. “yeah, you could say i’d eat you the fuck up, baby.”

with that, you turn and kiss him. it’s as easy as breathing, but it somehow makes you feel you’re leaping off a cliff. when he groans, you can feel your pulse quicken. when his tongue smooths over your collarbone, you quickly work the buttons off his shirt rip it off.

he does it faster than you can and brings his hand to crawl up your thighs, rumpling up the bottom of your dress to your hips. if practices idolatry in anything, it’s the way he looks at you like you’re a miracle. his hot breath fans over your face and it feels like you’re about to get eaten from the way he looks at you. the adrenaline runs through your bones.

he can’t even wait until your panties have slid down your legs completely -- they get stuck at your knees when he lifts you onto the counter and circles your clit. you make the smallest moan and he considers it a melody.

your teeth sink into his shoulder as you hiss from the feeling of sensitivity within your walls, dripping wet. tenderness floats through your body as you revel in the pleasure of his fingers inside of you. he goes faster and deeper when his name shakes out of your mouth.

arvin uses his other hand to shed his trousers and pump the length of his shaft. he spreads your legs apart further so that he can finally enter, and together, you sigh in ecstasy.

“oh, god--”

“that’s it, sweetheart,” arvin groans. “fuck, you’re so good to me... shit.”

you tremble in his grasps as he drills into you harder and faster, mouth moving with his. you want your tongue in his mouth, but he pulls your head backwards as he grips your hair. you gasp at his roughness, whining when he pulls harder when you try to get closer to his mouth.

“arvin, wanna kiss you,” you whimper.

“i know, honey. you’re just too fucking cute when you want somethin’ so bad. what else you want, darlin’?”

“want you to cum inside me,” you moan. 

“yeah? fuck-- fucking... love you,” -- he lets go of your hair to hold your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks -- “so good. my best girl.”

his praise makes your head feel dizzy, not to mention how turned on you were from him being rough with you. you whimper loudly.

“yeah? you my best girl?”

“yes,” you breathe out desperately. “arvin, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“that’s it, sweetheart.”

you gasp in ragged breaths, bottom lip trembling as your body vibrates with the detonation that your lover had planted himself. your orgasm surges through you but he fucks you even faster, has you pulsating around him while he murmurs your name, voice low and dripping like warm honey. even under your dingy kitchen light, arvin shines like a glowing candle. his slow breaths bring you back to earth and something shifts in the way you see him. maybe you crossed a bridge to heaven. god knows he had when he first met you, and now he can’t be around you without your whole presence echoing within his senses like a scream in a cathedral.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Ok I finished this and I picked Bakugo because I love him and because it's his birthday. I had so much fun with this and I want to thank my sweet Bow Anon 🏹 because it was their idea. I love you baby.

Title : Beauty mark

Characters : Bakugo/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Teeth rotting sweetness

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You laid there, in his arms smiling against his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat.

He had you in a tight hold, not allowing you to move an inch away from him. He craved your touch, your smell, your presence, and everything about you.

And no matter how many times he had you in his embrace, it was never enough.

_ "Katsuki, you're choking me." You playfully gasped hitting his chest.

He smiled and loosened his grip just enough for you to lift your head up and place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

_ "That's better." You whispered, still smiling.

_ "That's all you get dumbass, you're not going anywhere." He responded sliding his hand under your shirt and gently tracing your spine.

He's always been overprotective to the point of possessiveness when it comes to you, and you're okay with it, in fact you love it.

It makes you feel special being the only person to have the great Bakugo Katsuki's full attention and care. It's always been like that, even before the incident that happened last year. It was something neither of you could get over, you almost lost your life and he almost lost you.

What hurt you more than being on the verge of death, was seeing Katsuki's frightened and pleading eyes as he held your injured body between his arms. For some reason, he blamed himself -and still does- for the whole thing.

It obviously wasn't his fault, you two were on a mission and had your hands full. Neither of you noticed the sneak attack served by one of the villains until it was too late. It caused a portion of the building near by to fall on top of you. It all happened in the blink of an eye that none of you could react in time.

But you're grateful to be alive, to be able to remind him that it was never his fault.

_ "I love you Katsuki. You're my everything" You mumbled, lips brushing his neck. It was the only thing you could say at the moment after remembering that life changing experience.

_ "And you're my everything. Never leave me no matter what happens." He kissed the top of your head and you could sense the urgency in his voice, so you had to reassure him.

_ "Oh I'm not going anywhere Mr Bakugo, you're stuck with me and that's that." You giggled playfully but you meant every word you said.

He rolled you over on your back pinning your arms on top of your head before moving slowly to capture your lips in a deep kiss. He took your breath away.

You smiled into it and tried to free your hands from his clutch, you wanted to touch him.

He took the hint and released you, allowing your fingers to thread themselves through his hair.

Moments like these are your favorite, when you're by yourselves entangled with one another, laughing, touching, kissing and loving.

Moments like these make you wish you could stop time.

He broke the kiss leaning his forehead against yours. Your eyes kept following his lips and you smiled feeling his soft breathing tickling your face. He moved slowly, kissing his way down your neck, and you knew exactly where he was going, so you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction as you anticipated his lips to nestle in the soft skin right above your collarbone.

For some reason, he loves kissing you there, he loves brushing his nose and lips against your beauty mark.

Everytime you're close, he'd plant a kiss there. The softest kiss, the sweetest one. It's a habit of his and you have never questioned it.

It's cute, and you giggled trying to figure out the reason behind him preferring that particular spot.

_ "What?" He groaned, lips still touching your skin.

_ "Nothing honey, I'm just wondering why you like kissing me there that much. Is it because you like my mole?"

He tensed up a little, and didn't respond immediately. He placed his forehead where his lips have been and sighed.

_ "Katsuki, are you okay?" He got you worried. You didn't mean to make him uncomfortable, you were just being playful. You kissed his unruly locks and hugged him closer. And right when you opened your mouth to apologize, a yelp came out instead when he turned around on his back bringing you with him.

_ "You really wanna know?" He asked averting his gaze from yours. But wait! Is that a blush? No it can't be, he never gets flustered not even in your most intimate times. So what was happening then?

You nodded eagerly without saying anything.

_ "Well, you see. There is this stupid belief that moles are marks and reminders of your lover's kisses... You know, in a former life." He stopped for a second to gaze into your eyes before uttering his next words:

_ "I don't really believe in superstitions or in life after death or any of that crap, but if there is even the slightest chance for any of this to be true, then I want to find you in the next life, and all the ones after that." He smiled seeing your stunned expressions.

His response rendered you speechless. You didn't know he thought of those things, but it all made sense.

He didn't just like your mole, he actually considered things out of his own beliefs just for the smallest chances to continue being with you.

You wanted to speak to say something, anything, but all you could do was cry.

Your tears run down your face and onto his own, and it freaked him out.

_ "Babe, what's wrong?! Are you hurt? Did I say something that upset you? Please talk to me." He sat up bringing you with him in a sitting position and gently wiping your tears away.

_ "No, I'm not hurt, I'm actually happy. I'm so happy I don't know what to do. I want to be with you in all our lives Katsuki, if it's not you then it can't be anyone else."

_ "I love you dumbass. I'll never let you go, in this life and in the next, you're mine and I'm yours."

You giggled through your tears and caressed his cheeks before leaning in to kiss him. And it was sweet and tender. It was love.

_ "You're mine and I'm yours." You whispered against his lips and he hummed in satisfaction.

[aeonzy]

cypher x reader

summary: cypher finds something out about you.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, reader is afab, kinda short (??)

inspired by a favorite fanfiction of mine.

describing the tension as awkward would be an understatement.

‘stupid game ...’ you thought to yourself, standing at the counter washing the dishes before lazily handing them off to cypher as he dried them. everyone else was out on either a mission, or finally taking a break.

last night, you and jett decided to hang out and bond over a drunk truth or dare, after watching several horror movies together. 

“strange, the usually loud one is awfully quiet.” cypher commented which made you almost drop the glass in the sink. that would have been bad, you’d get a hearing from brimstone ..

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m just tired.” you said, probably a bit firmer than needed but cypher kept smiling. ‘oh fuck me.’ you thought to yourself. it was all jett’s fault, really! it was the alcohol’s fault too, definitely. she was the one who invited you to hang out with her. she was the one who proposed the game of truth or dare that pulled the most mortifying words out of your mouth that cypher, phoenix and yoru overheard.

ever since then, pheonix would be awkward, yoru would tease you about it, and cypher would treat you .. funny. even though his mouth was concealed, you can always tell he was grinning when he talks to you. he’s been acting really close with you too, and for what ..? 

“i think the plate is clean enough, alsaghir.” cypher said, wrapping his gloved digits around your wet ones to take the plate away from your hands. you felt your cheeks heat up and you tried your hardest to hide it from him but, he sees everything. “are you sure you’re alright? your breathing’s erratic.” you can practically feel the devious smirk in his tone. “i’m always here for you, i can always be your .. second dad.” oh my fucking god, this assfuck. you dug your head into the counter, too embarrassed to look at him right now. 

“cypher, cut it out.”

“i’m not doing anything wrong.”

“you know what you’re doing.”

“no, i don’t. enlighten me? “

"i will hit you.”

“funny, i heard from a little birdy you were into that too.”

you groaned in defeat, you were gonna beat the living fuck out of cypher and jett. you feel his breath on your neck, and your breath hitches. his gloved hands graze against your bare shoulders, a devious chuckle slipping past his lips.

"it's a shame, alsaghir. sure, you can do it with yoru or even sova, but you wouldn't be satisfied with them now, would you?" you had a feeling cypher was aware of your romantic feelings towards him, and this just confirms it. your orbs flicker to his, curious on what he was up to.

"tell me, who's the first person that comes to your mind when you think about those things? who?" asked the agent whilst you feel his fingers ghost against your soft flesh, somewhere near your inner thighs. you gulp without knowing, he definitely knows. he definitely knows you think about him. he definitely knows how you whimper his name as you pump your fingers deep inside, thinking about-

you shook your head, making the decision to ignore the thoughts.

"your silence says everything, little girl." you feel his fingers slide up underneath your skirt, feeling a few digits prod on your clothed pussy.

"say, why don't we continue this elsewhere and .. see how things go?"

it was fast.

next thing you know, you were making out with the agent on the door of your bedroom, his hands making its way under your crop top to unclip the bra strap, releasing your breasts free, then he hastily makes work of your shirt, sliding them up before throwing it on the floor, he didn't care if he had some explaining to do to the others, and the feeling was mutual.

"a- aamir .." you whimpered, feeling him move his head to your neck, taking in your scent as he plants kisses along your collarbones. he wanted this, he wanted you, he wanted you all to himself. "you sound so beautiful, alsaghir. keep making pretty noises for me."

his words go straight to your pussy. god, does he know the effect he has on you? you make a lewd sound, leaning your head back to give him more access. his teeth nip on your skin, he was marking you as his, and his only. you wince a bit, but it felt good.

his free hand twists the doorknob open, you two sliding in the gap before he pushes you against the wall, locking the door. "tell me, pretty. are you a virgin?"

you shook your head, and you swore you heard the man growl. you were about to ask why he asked, but was interrupted by the way his pink muscle licked the mark he made on you.

"you're mine now, and i'll make sure i'll fuck it into your brain to remember that."

his words ... you decide to make a move, grabbing him by the wrists to switch positions, pinning them to the wall before your hands slide to his shoulders. "i'm a big girl, let me help daddy." those words that came out of your mouth went straight to the annoying bulge in his pants, the noticable twitch catching your attention. your hands trail down to the zipper and unzip, eyes fixated on his face, the way his face scrunches up because of how close you were to his shaft.

"let daddy put that mouth to work, is that fine with you?" his thumb slides under your chin as his spare hand gently puts the tip of his cock by your lips. your way of inviting him was to open your mouth a bit wider, tongue pressung against the head of his cock. he obliges by pushing himself in gently in your mouth, leaning his head back to let out an exhale he had unknowingly been holding in.

it had been awhile since you gave somebody a blowjob, so you were a little bit more than needed thankful the taste was normal and the texture was fine. you begin to suckle on it, doe eyes looking up to his innocently.

you looked so hot, looking so innocent while he takes you down the rabbit hole of your dirtiest ideas, it was driving him insane.

"nice and easy .." cypher mumbles, moreso to himself, pushing in until the head of his cock was hitting at the back of your throat. he didn't care if you were going to gag on his cock, as long as it was his it's fine. "fuck, good girl for daddy, i'm so proud."

his hand pets your head before beginning to thrust in your mouth, you bobbing your head on his cock, you two agreeing that you should take it slow at first, bobbing your head on a singular pace. "oh, little one. daddy loves it when you suck his cock. it takes everything in him not to defile you in front of everyone when you look at me with those eyes .." a groan leaves his lips, pushing your head further down his groin. your breathing was becoming fast and harsh as you squirm from your kneeling position.

"look at me. what seems to be the matter, little one?" the thumb under your chin shifts for you to take a clear look at his face, a devious grin making its way to grace itself upon his features. "you look red." you try your best to avert your head at the comment, but his hand comes up to your face to give it a light slap before forcing you this time to look up at him. "look at daddy when he tells you to."

you feel embarrassment coarsing through you, before he begins to thrust on a faster pace in your mouth. his cock was so good in your mouth, you could never get enough. "you're a freak, it's cute." the shame started on the back of your neck and worked its way down your spine as his grin seemed to widen in victory. "little one gets all hot and bothered about calling the one-" a harsh thrust in your mouth, "-deep in their mouth daddy." from his words, you couldn't help but feel your arousal pool in between your legs, sliding a hand secretly in between them. "someone looks pleased, i wonder why.." he murmured, before you feel a harsher slap than before come to your cheek, feeling a harsh jerk of your chin to look up at him once again.

"touch yourself again and i'll make sure to punish you a lot harder, okay? that cunt of yours is daddy's only and he'll tell you if and when you can touch it, capische?" you nod vigurously, "i'm sorry daddy."

"go to the bed, i wanna finish on you." you nodded your head once more, standing up carefully to take your shorts off and slide your panties down. you practically rocket towards the bed, excitement rushing through your body, as shameful as it was to admit. you spread your legs for him, and it was an invitation, an invitation for the man towering above you to ruin your body.

he almost groaned at the sight, you looked so beautiful like this, so beautiful ー his pretty girl. "ready for me, pretty girl?" he asked, reaching under your knees to spread your legs a bit further to accommodate his hips. you nodded rapidly, breath quickening as you saw him stroke his cock, fingers running over his head gently. you felt so small under his heavy gaze, but it aroused you even more.

he begins to position the head of his cock in your entrance, before pushing in gently. gods, it's been awhile, but no one has ever stretched you out like the way his cock did. a gasp slips past your lips, "are you alright?" you could hear the concern in his tone, and it made your heart flutter at how caring he was despite the circumstances. "yes, i'm .. fine, keep going daddy." and so he did, he kept pushing in slowly but gently, eyes glued on your face as it scrunched up in pain.

finally, cypher was all the way in. you both shuddered with a sense of accomplishment as you tightened and loosened around him. "daddy's gonna move now, okay baby?" he said breathlessly as he began to lift his hips achingly slow. it was like your cunt didn't want him to go as you felt yourself throb around his length, he pushed back in and his focused expression was dissolving slowly. "oh fuck, oh shit .." he swore, beginning to pull out again. you couldn't form words at how good cypher was making you feel, to completely fill you up then pull back, it felt so disgusting, you needed more, you needed him.

"fuck me, daddy." you said, it was hilarious because your voice was cracking as he pushed in with a harsh thrust, it was hilarious because could you even handle it? "you want daddy to fuck you, pretty? you sure you're big enough to handle it? that could hurt, y'know." he said, moreso convincing himself to not ruin you here.

"i'm a big girl, i can handle it. i wanna feel you break me, don't go easy on me daddy." you begged and your efforts were paid off, hands wrapping around your calves, pulling you closer, that hungry snarl back on his face as he pressed your legs farther apart.

"daddy's gonna fucking destroy you, pretty." he said roughly as he began to thrust intensely in you. a string of unintelligible words fell from your lips in varying volumes as your body shook with his thrusts. he was right ー it hurt, but it felt so good. the soreness of your legs and pussy sent pleasure up and down your core and you arched your back. cypher kept groaning the entire time he fucked himself into you, pulling out a few inches before digging himself in.

"daddy's gonna fucking destroy you, pretty girl. daddy's wanted to destroy you for so long, you fucking tease .." his words sent all the blood rushing into your face, as he used one hand to push your leg to your chest, his spare hand reaching to rub your clitoris. a slew of squeaks and squeals spill from your lips, "you like this, pretty one? you want daddy to cum deep inside your cunt? you wanna cum around his big cock?" he taunted as he felt your pussy begin to spasm with pleasure around him, sweat running down his face and slipping under the collar of his shirt.

"don't stop, please just .. don't stop!" you begged fiercely as your eyes watered, climax drawing nearer as you stared at cypher's maniacal grin. it was hard to believe not long ago you saw tenderness and care in his eyes, now it was all animal, crazed and desperate desire. with that look burrowing into you, his thumb rubbing your slick clit in circles and his deep, furious thrusts, you felt the orgasm start to overwhelm you.

"yes baby, good girl. cum around your daddy's cock, show daddy how much you love him." he said, voice dropping low as you started yelling over and over again, the pleasure running in waves over you, the continuous thrusts and rubbing causing it to go on much longer than you can normally bring yourself to. cypher clearly did not expect you to clench around him so tight during this, though his loud groan and his hands flying up to dig into the bedsheets said a lot. his thrusts faltered in tempo and they were becoming shorter and quicker in succession in you. you were almost numb to the feeling of him, the pleasure sensors inside you seeming to be fried. but you were given one last roll of pleasure as you turned your head up to see cypher's blushing face. you bit your lip at his expression, and you weren't sure if that was exactly the last straw for him to pull out and finish on your stomach.

he was moaning, his torso shaking as he buried his head in the curve of your neck. you held him close to you, the pace of your breathing as heavy as his, "shit, pretty.." he said in an exhausted, haggard voice. you both lied there for a bit, panting heavily, chests heaving in sync. finally, cypher got up and adjusted his pants, and you didn't say anything, just buried yourself deep in his comforter.

"well, i'll go somewhere to grab us a chow, unless you want sage to cook for us later?" cypher asks, and you shook your head. "do whatever you want, i think i worked this lunch's calories off." you both chuckled.

"actually, rest with me?" you shyly asked, eyes wandering to look away from his gaze. this brings a chuckle out of him, before he moves to the bed to lie beside you. "whatever you wish, my pretty girl."

you both succumb to the tiredness, you will most likely overthink and analyze this situation but .. you didn't have the heart for it at the moment.

BONUS:

yoru crossed his arms, chuckling to himself along with jett and phoenix. "finally, they hit it off." he commented, "yeah, but i don't appreciate the fact they made it loud and clear." brimstone grumbled, leaning against the fridge.