#kinktober entry

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 5 - sweat

john price x reader

(18+/mdni, sweaty john price, mentions of reader being able to be picked up by price)

there's something about a hot man getting sweaty that you find so addictive--john price knows this all too well.

john is no stranger to hard work and blood, sweat and tears, but after a long op his priority was always on taking a hot shower and cleaning himself up to come home to you. it had taken him a while to realise how much you'd love it if he didn't do that.

in his downtime, if he popped round yours after a jog or a workout, you never failed to throw yourself at him--despite his protests of being sweaty and gross. during sex, if he found himself working up a sweat during the heat of the moment, he'd only apologise, not noticing at first the way your moans would escalate. but one post sex cuddle session had your secret tumbling free, as you all but buried yourself in his hairy chest and couldn't get enough of his scent--smoke and clean sweat, and you loved it.

and then john found himself not minding working up a sweat so much. he purposefully came to your place in his workout gear, or would find some DIY to do around the house where he could work up a sweat and watch you get all hot and bothered. if he could, sometimes he'd send you little videos of his workout, him heaving his chest with heavy breaths as sweat drips down his forehead. when he took you on a trip to a cabin one autumn, he insisted on chopping the wood himself, and of doing it right where you could have the perfect view of him grunting and exerting himself--then he made sure to pin you against the counter when he came back inside.

he had no problems at all indulging you, his natural scent almost an aphrodisiac to you--dizzying your brain and making you needy the second you detected it. sometimes the two of you would be hugging, only for you to catch his musk and begin whimpering into his neck. you'd practically grind against him, whining about how you can't get enough.

he'd bend you in half and press you to the mattress, face to face so you can see the sweat bead in his hair and the feral look overtake his features. it fuels something animalistic in the two of you, speaks to some deep primal need inside you both.

john would always leave worn shirts for you in abundance whenever he would have to leave, and would make sure your sheets smelled like him, that you smelled like him, before he ever left you for any period of time. he had to rub himself all over you, mark you as his. after all, if you loved his scent so much, you wouldn't mind smelling like him, right?

"need you so bad, love. need to make sure no other man comes near you while i'm gone." "won't be able to get my scent out of your fuckin' nose."

those are the kinds of things he growls in your ear as he holds you in the air, fucking you ruthlessly with his eyes pinning you, his damp hair falling over his forehead, his teeth gritted.

[eggtartz]

✧ 1st October ✧

All Might // Big Boy (f! civilian reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : belly bulge, petnames, creampie, size kink

no matter in which form toshinori, his height and his size in general would always win againts you. despite being a plump one, your height isn't really helping (or it's just the fact that toshinori is almost seven foot tall) you couldn't compete toshinori in any way but the older man developed a kink over the state.

how he adores your hands in his big ones, your still small hands although he's in his skinny form. how you would struggle to reach out to kiss him, toshinori having to bend over every single time. how he loves the height difference and how it's obviously too.

how he enjoys how you struggle to take him during sex, how you need a lot of prep before having him inside because once he was too hasty and ended up hurting you. lube is a must, your juices are simply not enough for someone his size. it started as an observation, how small you looked while being under and soon he realized that's the exact thing that gets him busting a nut inside you.

it was an exhausting day for both you and toshinori as you two huffed on the couch, your body spread wide on his lap. "toshii..." you whined, pawing his hero costume that got his attention. he smiled knowingly, unzipping the suit for you two to share warmth and comfort. you hummed as your small hands rested on his enormous peck. he was content with how comfortable this routine felt, a quiet one after hustle and bustle of the day. however the content quickly turned into something else when he looks down and see how dainty you were. so small, fragile.

he stifled a groan when you accidently grind on his clothed cock, earning a small giggle. "y/n.. if you keep doing that, im gonna-" he let out a growl when he felt your hips grinding down, he almost came. He lifted your body with ease and placed you on his shoulder, slapping your butt as you yelped. "wanna get fucked so bad?" he asked dangerously and your cheeks were warm as you nodded.

he roughly dumps you on your shared bed "stick your dirty fingers in that pussy, i want it wet and prepped, you hear me?" he holds your chin to look up at him earning a nod. you hastily took off your pencil skirt while he teased you by slowly undoing his, making you whine as you plunged your fingers into your already soaking pussy. you used two fingers and whined again "toshinori, its not enough, need you to do it" he smiled, his top already off. "your fingers are not big enough, darling?" he purred "n-no.. yours are much bigger.. need it.."

"if you say so"

he was quick to place two fingers inside to stretch your gummy walls earning a wanton moan from your lips, his hands grabbing two tits in one hand that showcased how big his hands are. he whispers sweet praises into your ear that went his fingers went to flicked your clit, you were already having an orgasm

"my sweet girl. you think you can handle more?" he asked gently, nudging the mushroom of his cockhead at your salivating pussy. "yes please..." you asked oh so sweetly, he'd be a horrible person to decline.

He inserted slowly, enjoying how your small body clung on him as you scratched his back with pleasure. making small thrusts, he took one boob in his mouth as you squeezed your eyes tight "ah.. so... bignnh" you slurred as his tongue lapped on your nipple "but you can take it right? take everything, sweetheart" you panted as he kept pushing inside, venturing to places so deep inside you. your breathing hitched when you finally felt his hip and his balls against your ass. "toshi,, please.., fuck m-" you screamed as he thrusted violently as he panted "damn it.. so tight," he muttered under his breath as you moaned his name. "gotta make sure i fuck you daily, get this hole loose" he grunted as he pressed you down the bed. he easily lifts you as you lay sideways and uses your arms as levers to thrust in deeper. "o-oh.. fuck.." you were getting dizzier as he thrusts with force and nibbles on your earlobe. "i'm gonna cum.. fuck, fucking look at you.. so pretty, so small. fuck!" cum spurted inside you as you lay down feeling already full.

"you didn't think we're finished did you?"

how delicious it is seeing the slight bulge of his cock inside of your stomach makes him groan at how small you are compared to him, so small and vulnerable. so easy to just toss you around and use like a doll. "yeah.. one more.." he coaxed you into another orgasm, you were drooling on the bed sheets "t-toshi.. so full.." you mumbled, feeling stuffed and filled to the brim with how much he has came inside you.

he pulls you up, his chest on your back as he used your arms as support, thrusting inside you in a slow and sensual pace "shit.." his american accent came out "you feel too good, darling.. need to fill you everyday, would you want that?" he whispered againts your ear as you moaned, feeling lightheaded and full of pleasure. "yes.. everyday.. mmh.." your tits bounced as sweat and saliva coated your skin and his. he groaned again and came with a shiver, thrusting his cum slowly into your weeping pussy. you collapsed on the body and twitched, cum oozing out frok your exhausted pussy.

again, toshinori is fascinated to see such a small body is able to keep in so much cum.

[chibikyo]

Day 11 - Lingerie

MK1 Raiden x Reader

Reader gets advice from Johnny about how to get Raiden more riled up in the bedroom. The advice works even better than anticipated

Warnings: Lingerie kink, slight rough sex, Raiden is a cinnamon roll but reader wants him to be a SIN-namon roll

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Y/n and Johnny had become fast friends while at the Wu Shi academy, which is how he knew all about her hopeless crush on Raiden, and he’d been her self-appointed wingman leading up to and following the tournament. So he  had been ecstatic when he’d learned she had finally asked Raiden out, going out of his way to set up a romantic dinner for his friends, and later pestering her for every little detail about their blossoming romance. 

“Johnny, I'm being serious here.” Y/n pouted. Johnny couldn’t help his laughter though and only cackled louder when she kicked him from under the table. “You’re a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just never expected you’d be asking me for help with… well.” Johnny leaned in, taking a sip from his milkshake to stifle another fit of giggles. He had invited the other champions to L.A. to stay with him for a few weeks so he could give them a tour and just hang out in general. Raiden, Kung Lao, and Y/n had flown in a week ago and Kenshi had shown up two days later and Johnny couldn’t be happier. Ashrah and Syzoth had declined joining them this time, still adjusting to life at the Wu Shi academy.

Seeing how genuinely happy Johnny was for her made it easy for Y/n to open up and spill all the disgustingly sweet moments they’d shared over the last two months. So easy, in fact, that she had finally confessed to Johnny that she could use a little advice. Johnny had jumped at the chance to help, dragging her off to his favorite Cafe after telling Raiden and the others that they needed a girls day out. Y/n had rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help laughing at the confused looks Raiden, Kung Lao, and Kenshi shared as she was ushered promptly out Johnny’s front door. Which is how she found herself seated across the actor, waiting patiently for him to compose himself so they could continue their conversation.

“Okay, okay. I’m done.” Johnny grinned. “Seriously though, you really know how to surprise a guy.” He leaned forward, voice dropping so they wouldn’t be overheard. “Never thought Raiden would be a disappointment in bed; the guy seems really eager to please.”

“I never said he disappointed me, asshole.” Y/n hissed. “I just, he’s a fucking cinnamon roll okay? He’s sweet and gentle and he treats me like I’m made of glass.” She sighed. “Which is great, but I just want him to lose control, just a little bit.”

“I get it.” Johnny chuckled. “Love-making is all well and good, but sometimes you just wanna get fucked.” Y/n threw her hands up.

“I must be out of my mind.” Y/n grimaced as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d spent a whole afternoon being dragged from shop to shop, Johnny easily dropping a few grand on getting her a brand new wardrobe just for this occasion. She’d been shocked, but mildly curious as Johnny had ferried her to no less than seven different specialty shops and helped her pick out a wide selection of lingerie. It had only taken him walking out of an adjacent dressing room in the most feminine bralette and panties Y/n had ever seen for her to put on a fashion show for him, laughing as he gave a little twirl in the tiny skirt.

“Exactly!” She glanced around sheepishly, but no one was paying them any mind where they were tucked away and Y/n let her voice drop down again as she continued. “Look If it’s too awkward for you to give me advice then I understand but I figured if anyone could help me, it’s you.”

“Oh I am more than happy to give you advice, thunder bae.” Johnny grinned. “Look, the best way to get someone like Raiden to cut loose, is to tease him. Best way to do that?” His grin grew wider and Y/n knew she was in trouble when he winked at her before draining his coffee in a single gulp. “Well that, my friend, will require a shopping trip.”~

He’d been practically giddy, picking out different sets and giving her genuine feedback. He’d purchased a few pieces for himself too and tried each one on for her as well. It wasn’t often she indulged in her feminine side and that Johnny fully embraced it with her had been such a refreshing change of pace from the constant training that was her normal life. When they’d returned to his mansion both had been giggling, arm in arm, leaving the others only more confused as to what the two of them had gotten into during their time together.

Y/n hadn’t tested any of it while they were in L.A., much to Johnny’s disappointment. She had since returned to Fengjian with the two of them, having been offered a place to stay with Madam Bo when they weren’t at the Wu Shi academy. Raiden had met her for dinner a few evenings after they had returned and she decided it was time. She’d asked him to join her in her room and snuck away to quickly change while he helped Madam Bo clean up. She was starting to second guess herself though as she fidgeted with the sheer fabric. Her decision was made for her as she heard the door creak open on the other side of the room.

“Sorry for the wait, Y/n. I helped Madam Bo clean up a few other tables before… oh?!” Raiden jerked, slamming the door shut behind him harder than intended, his eyes glued to his lover’s body. Y/n bit her lip, hoping she didn’t look as awkward as she watched Raiden’s eyes comb over her. She saw the confusion give way to arousal as he strode toward her, hands reaching out to circle her waist, pulling her against him sharply before he finally seemed to snap back his senses.

“Sweetheart, you look… What is this?” He asked, eyes wide with wonder as he continued to take in the ensemble. Y/n bit her lip as she blushed, unable to look up and meet his eye as his hands stroked the bare skin at her sides. 

“Do you like it?” Y/n asked. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his hands tightened against her waist again. She’d started with the first outfit Johnny had chosen for her, a sheer slip styled like a cheongsam, with deep slits laced together on either side and black silk thong under it. Raiden swallowed.

“You look beautiful.” Raiden sounded awestruck. She could feel the tremble in his fingers as he tugged her closer to him and she smiled, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. She sucked in a breath at the amount of want she saw. “Can I…?”

“You can touch, Raiden.” Y/n murmured and she could almost hear the sound of something snap as Raiden tugged her up into a rough kiss, lips and tongue artfully dancing across her own as he walked her back toward her bed. He pushed her into the plush mattress, hands trailing up to tease her breast beneath the silky fabric as she moaned into his kiss. She threaded her fingers into his hair as he broke away from her lips, kissing his way down to suck and nip at her neck. He nudged his leg between hers, felt her grind against it as he continued to tease the spots he knew drove her wild.

“Y/n, sweetheart, this looks so good on you.” Raiden groaned, hands stroking the fabric under them, sending shivers up her sides. “So pretty. You dressed up just for me, didn’t you?” He reached down, slid two fingers down to tease her clit before slipping them inside her. “God, you’re already so wet. I could just slide right in couldn’t I?”

“Please, Raiden. I need you.” Y/n whined, squirming beneath him as he continued to explore like it was their first time again. She had not expected his reaction to be so visceral, but she was loving how eager he was. Each touch was just a little rougher than normal and before she realized he’d even pulled his hands away from her she could feel him lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance.

She moaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into her with ease as he braced himself above her. She barely had time to wrap her legs around him before he began to thrust. His rhythm was hard, fast, and he couldn’t stop his own quiet grunts and whimpers as he leaned in to kiss her again. He grabbed her thighs and tugged them hard, slinging them over his shoulders so he could press her harder into the mattress and press deeper inside of her. 

Y/n felt each slick drag of Raiden’s cock inside her, pleasure pooling hot and heavy in her core as he chased his pleasure within her. She could feel his thrusts grow erratic, his lips hot against her own. She gasped as his fingers stroked over her clit and she felt the orgasm rip through her nerves, her walls squeezing his cock as she pulled him over the edge with her. He stilled, hips pressed flush to her own as he spilled his seed inside her, moaning against her kiss swollen lips.

“You really liked this, didn’t you?” Y/n laughed as Raiden slipped free, collapsing beside her with a groan. She rolled over and tucked her head into his neck, hands trailing down his still clothed body.

“Did you get anything else?”

“I don’t know what came over me. You just looked so…” Raiden cleared his throat even as he tugged her against him, hands trailing soft trails down her spine, lingering over the feel of silk beneath his fingertips. “What brought this on?”

“I could tell you were holding back a bit, treating me like glass.” Y/n replied honestly. “Wanted to see if I could give you a little encouragement. That’s all.”

“Well it worked.” Raiden replied, rolling over so he could face her, placing a gentle kiss against her lips. Then, his face scrunched up in thought. “Wait. Is this what you and Johnny were giggling about last week? Did you?” He frowned. “Did you go lingerie shopping together?”

“He might have recommended a few things.” Y/n kissed him again. “Is that a problem?” She saw him glance down again, eyes already foggy with renewed interest and he smiled.

[cranberrymoons]

searching for something

prompts: titfucking (kinktober), friendship/observant (@eddiemonth) tags: blow jobs, steve's soft dom awakening, and the horniest possible result from a vhs rental of the breakfast club rated: e (18+)

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“What can you do?”

Eddie blinks slowly then picks his head up from where it’s pillowed on Steve’s chest. 

Steve’s hand falls out of his hair and down to rest on his shoulder, and he tilts his head in the cradle of his other arm where it’s curled behind his head on the pillow. Eddie rolls over slightly onto his stomach, digging his chin into Steve’s sternum to stare up at him.

“What?”

Steve smiles. “Like in the movie,” he says. His hand finds Eddie’s hair again, pushing it back from his face. “What’s your secret special skill? Your party trick?”

They’d put The Breakfast Club on intending to actually watch it, but he’d gotten distracted fifteen minutes in by the long column of Steve’s throat next to him, which had devolved into both of them slowly losing clothes until the tape turned into background noise. 

And then again around the point of the smoking scene, Steve sliding wordlessly onto his back and pulling Eddie along with him, licking up over his lips as Eddie fucked back into him where he was still all loose and open, hands winding together on the pillow above their heads as they gasped into each other’s mouths.

And now, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as the on-screen conversation moves on to something else, washing the room in a warm-lit glow. Eddie ducks his head and presses a kiss to the center of Steve’s chest, slow and open-mouthed and trailing up toward the hollow of his throat.

“I don’t know,” he says after a moment. He sucks on Steve’s skin, sinking his teeth into his clavicle until he hears Steve gasp above him. He smiles. “Smoke rings or something, probably.” He runs a hand up Steve’s chest, digging the edges of his nails in as he goes. “Bet I can guess yours.”

Steve laughs quietly. He unfolds his other arm to push both hands into Eddie’s hair, gathering it back from his face and securing it in a loose knot on top of his head. 

“Oh yeah?”

Eddie hums. “Yeah.” He slides a hand down over Steve’s ribcage then back up, fingers combing through his chest hair. “Bet you can do the Molly Ringwald thing.”

Steve lets out another little laugh, eyes flashing. “What, put on lipstick with my boobs?”

[continue reading on ao3 || 3,303 words]

[zorosdimples]

WE COULD ALL USE A LITTLE MORE LOVE IN OUR LIVES❕❕

i’m going to be dropping off little love notes today and over the weekend—if you would like one, comment below and i’ll be sure to leave you a little something in your inbox 💌

[lumiolivier]

Matsuda's Second Shift

Day 27 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Sex work

Word Count: 3576

Everyone's got a family to go home to. But Matsuda...Matsuda has to start his second job.

“Good work today everyone!” Matsuda chimed with his usual cheery disposition while everyone started packing up.  It had been a long day at the office and everyone was exhausted.  Visions of a comfortable bed and a hot meal tantalized all of the task force.  Aizawa going home to his wife and kids, Soichiro and Light going home to Sachiko’s pork katsu, even Mogi going home to something warm to put in his own belly that his mother had made the night before.  But that left Matsuda.  Matsuda, who would trudge up the stairs like he did every other night to his room in the task force headquarters.  Despite everything, there was something empty in him. 

“You, too, Matsuda,” Soichiro praised him, “Light, are you ready?”

“Coming, Dad,” Light followed his father outside while Aizawa and Mogi weren’t too far behind.

“Yes,” L spoke softly, “Thank you for all your hard work today, gentlemen.”

“See you tomorrow, Ryuzaki,” Aizawa may not have been his biggest fan, but that wasn’t mean he was going to totally blow him off.

“You as well, Mr. Aizawa,” L stayed vigilant at the monitors while everyone else went home.  Everyone but Matsuda, who still sat at the bottom of the stairs.  And even though human emotion wasn’t exactly L’s strong suit, he could tell there was something Matsuda was hiding, “Something bothering you, Mr. Matsuda?”

“Hmm?” Matsuda perked up at the sound of his name, “Nope.  Everything’s fine, haha.”

“That’s good to hear,” L let it go, “Here I thought I had something to be worried about.”

“Nope.  I’m good.” How am I supposed to get out of here without L knowing?  He doesn’t need to know about this.  When everyone else got to go home at the end of the day, it was time for Matsuda to start his second shift.  But he needed a distraction, “So…Any big plans for the night?”

“Are you really attempting small talk with me, Matsuda?” L wondered.  Not that he was angry or upset by it.  It was mere curiosity.

“Just making conversation.” I need to know how long I’m going to be sitting on these steps.  If I miss the call, I’m screwed.

“If you must know,” L dropped another sugar cube in his coffee, his mind wandering, “I might just call it a night soon.  Light says I don’t relax enough and that it’s eventually going to drive me into the ground.”

“Light might have a point,” Matsuda nudged him along, hoping L would just go to bed, “It’d be pretty bad for the investigation if one of our best is out of commission.”

“One of our best, Mr. Matsuda?” L shot him a quick glance.

“Well…” Matsuda sputtered out, “I mean, come on, Ryuzaki.  You have to see it, too.  Between you and Light, you both practically run this entire investigation.  And Light’s not exactly stupid either.  You’re both brilliant in your own ways, but I mean, yeah, this is definitely your investigation, but-”

“Matsuda,” L hushed him, “I was screwing with you.  Hard to believe Light has the audacity to tell me I’m the one that needs to relax.  I’m not nearly the robot people seem to think I am.”

“Right,” Matsuda laughed it off, checking his watch.  Shit…I really need to get going.

“What about you?” L asked.  Mostly for Matsuda’s benefit.  Just so he felt a little special, “Any plans for the evening?”

“Actually,” Matsuda could feel the sweat rolling down his neck, “I need to get going.”

“And where are you headed off to?” L spun around in his chair with an out of character whimsy.  It was just Matsuda with him.  Even if he told the task force about him having a moment of childlike amusement, it’s not like they’d believe him.  Not that I wouldn’t know.  Even though you’re off the clock, you still have your tracker in your belt buckle.  I’d still know where to find you.

“Right,” Matsuda bit the inside of his cheek.  Ryuzaki hasn’t been in Japan long enough for him to know where everything is yet, has he?  He’s not going to know, “I’m meeting up with some friends.  I should be back later tonight.”

“Enjoy yourself,” L shooed him out.

“That’s the plan, haha,” Matsuda started walking up the stairs to his room.  Huh…That was easier than I thought.  Alright.  I have to do this quick.  I can get ready there.  That’s not a problem.  Matsuda got another glimpse at the clock.  Shit!  She’s going to be pissed!  Without another second lost, Matsuda sprinted back down the stairs and waved his goodbyes, “See you later, Ryuzaki!  Have a good night!”

L glanced down at his phone next to the keyboard.  That was the plan, Mr. Matsuda.  That was the plan.  L pulled up a separate screen to make sure he knew where his task force was.  Light and Soichiro’s dots were next to each other, so he could only assume they were home.  As were Mogi and Aizawa.  But he watched as Matsuda’s dot started heading for Shinjuku.  Shinjuku at this hour, Mr. Matsuda?  Naughty, naughty.  But L was no saint either.  He scrolled through his contacts before getting to one that was merely labeled X.

“Mr. Ryuga,” a woman’s voice rasped on the other end, “Always a pleasure to hear from one of my best clients.  How can I help you?  Ordering off the menu this evening or are you looking for something a little more specific?”

“You know what I like,” L told her, “Shy…Quiet…Doesn’t ask too many questions.  What do you have along those lines?”

“I think I got something for you.  It’s taking its sweet time getting delivered, but I think I can make a nice arrangement for you.”

“Thank you, Fujiko,” L smiled a bit, “It’s been a long week.  And an even longer day.”

“Aww…My poor baby.  Don’t you worry.  I got what you’re looking for.”

“And that’s why I keep coming back to you.  When should I expect it?”

“Give me about an hour,” she assured him, “I’ll have something nice sent right over.”

“Wonderful.”

Click.

“L,” Watari came out from the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream with everything on it, “I’ll be back later.  Are you going to be alright?”

“How long are you going to be gone?” L wondered.

“Maybe an hour or two,” Watari reported, “I’m going for wine and a good cigar.”

“Will you at least call before you come home?” L ran his pinky around the edge of the bowl and licked the melted ice cream off.

“Of course,” Watari put his hat on and started walking toward the door, “Don’t get into mischief, Lawliet.”

“Yes, Mr. Wammy,” L rolled his eyes, “I won’t.”

“Good boy,” Watari walked out the door and left L to his devices.  And he kept watching the little dots on his screen.

Meanwhile, Matsuda burst through the doors of what looked like a hotel in Shinjuku.  However, it was no hotel.  Every corner was decorated in jewel toned luxury fabrics.  The chandelier dripped with real crystal and diamonds.  Hardly anyone could breathe the air in that lobby for less than ten grand.  And there was no receptionist waiting for him.  Instead, it was a large woman, glaring him down, “You’re late, Touta…”

“I know, Mama,” Matsuda winced, “I got a little tied up at the other office.”

“Excuses, excuses, sweetheart,” she took him by the hand.  And an idea popped into her head, “Maybe you’re not too late.”

“What do you mean?” Matsuda wondered.

“You’re on call tonight,” she smirked, “And I just got a call.  Come on.  Mama will get you all taken care of herself while she tells her little pet where he’s off to tonight.”

“Yes, Mama,” Matsuda knew he was already on thin ice with her.  Agreeing to whatever Mama had for him was his best chance at avoiding any punishment.

“Good boy, Touta,” she cradled his cheek in her palm, “Because this particular client has some deep pockets and if no one else called us for as long as we were open for business but him, we’d be just fine.”

“That’s good to hear,” Matsuda relaxed a bit.  But he knew better.  Deep pockets always came with a price.  He sat down in front of Mama’s mirror and knew he’d be there a while, “What do you got for me?”

“He’s a very private man,” she started digging through the drawers in search of foundation, “And he’s got a soft spot for a shy, quiet type.  He’ll be the one to take charge, so you need to let him do that.  And he likes submissive, but there needs to be just a little resistance.  He likes the chase but hates to run, if that makes any sense.”

“Alright,” Matsuda flinched under her brush, “I think I can handle that.”

“I know you can, sweetheart,” Mama pulled Matsuda’s chin up, “Because your future here depends on it.  I know what kind of dire straits you’re in, Touta.  I can make it all go away with the snap of my fingers.  And I know what you do in the daylight.  I can make that go away, too.”

“I know, Mama,” Matsuda glanced down, doing anything he could to break eye contact, “I’m sorry for being late tonight.  I really did get tied up at the office.”

“And if you’re lucky,” she teased him a bit, “You’ll get tied up with our client tonight, too.”

“Really?” Matsuda wondered, “He’s into bondage?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” she shrugged, “Stay still.”

“Sorry,” Matsuda stiffened up.

“Good boy,” Mama started doing contour, highlighting Matsuda’s already soft and delicate features, “You’re so pretty, Touta…I’m so glad you’re one of mine.  Of all the madams in Tokyo you could’ve come to…You wouldn’t think to leave me either, would you?”

“Of course not, Mama,” Matsuda promised, “You’ve treated me well over the last couple years.  You brought me in at my lowest and I don’t think I’d ever be able to repay you for that.”

“Aww…” She gave Matsuda a little kiss on his forehead, leaving a light pink lipstick mark on his skin, “You’re such a sweetheart.  You know, I’m kind of surprised no one’s thought to snap you up and put a ring on it yet.”

“I couldn’t get that lucky,” Matsuda laughed nervously, “I’m too tangled up in work.”

“What?  The NPA can’t be bothered to issue you a love life?”

“It’s not that,” Matsuda squinched his face while his setting spray went on, “Because a lot of the guys I work with are married and have families of their own.”

“Relax your face, honey…”

“Sorry,” Matsuda did his best to keep his head about him and let his face fall, “You’d think at least one of our clients would’ve developed feelings for me.”

“Oh, no, no, no, baby,” Mama stopped him, “Trust me.  That’s not a route you want to go down.  We sell fantasies.  We don’t sell reality.  That’s not a jump you want to make.  Because with a lot of our clients, that jump is going to make them lose interest.  I love you, Touta, but the second you’re not what they paid for, you’d be out on your ass.  You’re cute and you’re sweet, but we sell the slut, not the housewife.  You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Matsuda slumped down in his chair with long, well manicured fingers tangled up in his hair, “I know.  It’d be nice, though.”

“That’s why you escort,” she scratched the top of his head, putting him a little more at ease, “Making you available for the girlfriend experience would be a disaster on you.  I’m saving you from the heartache.”

“Thanks, Mama,” Matsuda laid his head in her hip, “I appreciate that.”

“For now, though,” Mama looked him over in the mirror, “I think you’re good.  Go on.  Go get dressed.  You know where the closet is.”

“Yes, Mama,” Matsuda got up from her chair and started walking out of her office, “Wait, Mama, it’d probably be for the best if I at least knew what this guy’s name was.”

“Touta, you’ve been around here long enough,” she rolled her eyes, “You should know these men don’t know real names.  Hell, most of them are hiding affairs.  But I know how you are about that sort of thing.  You might be one of my sluts, but you’re not a homewrecking slut.  He doesn’t have anyone that I know of.  But you’ll be seeing Mr. Ryuga.”

“Ryuga…” Matsuda thought back.  But then, his heart sunk to his feet, “Like…The pop idol, Ryuga?!”

“I doubt they’re the same guy,” she settled him, “Go on.  Go put something nice on for him.  I’ll have the car up front waiting for you.”

“Ok,” Matsuda walked down the hall to the wardrobe room and started skimming through the racks with a couple of the other guys on the schedule for the night.  Ryuga…I know I have to be discreet about this kind of thing, but if I’m really going to be with THAT Ryuga, I don’t think I’ll be able to cope!  How would I be able to keep something like that to myself?  I’d at least have to tell Misa about that.  I know she could keep her mouth shut about that.  But then, she’d know too much.  And I’m sure that would get back to Mama.  She’d kill me!  Alright.  I can do this.  It’s just another night at the office. 

Once Matsuda was already dressed and ready to go, he got into the back of the nice town car Mama called for him.  He kept his bag in his lap filled with all the fun that would await him.  He pulled the zipper on it, just to make sure it was all there.  All the condoms, lubricants, massage oils, and a couple toys if his client was into that sort of thing.  He liked to keep a variety, just to keep things interesting for whoever he was seeing.  Especially if they were repeat customers.  But Matsuda had never seen Mr. Ryuga before.  It wasn’t often he got someone new.  But he wasn’t going to complain.  Much like he did to keep his clients guessing, it still needed to be a little fun for him, too.  But once the car stopped, Matsuda looked out the window, scratching his head.  What…?  Why did the driver bring me here?  I know Mama knows what I do for a living before the sun goes down, but there’s no way she knows where the task force headquarters is.  It’s just like every other nondescript building in the city. 

What do I do?  Dare I even get out?  Worse yet, do I go inside like this?  No.  Mama’s incredible with contour.  I’m sure I could go undetected.  But…Who the hell would be ordering an escort here?!  No.  This must be a mistake.  I’m sure it’s a mistake.  Matsuda leaned up to the driver, “Excuse me, but where are we supposed to be going?”

“This is the address Ms. Fujiko gave me,” the driver told him, showing the text.

“Yeah…” Matsuda chuckled nervously, “I guess you’re right.  My mistake.”

Shit…How am I going to go in there?  How am I supposed to face whoever…No…No way.  I know Mama said his name was Mr. Ryuga, but…No.  I’m overthinking this.  There’s no way Watari would…No.  Matsuda could feel his stomach turn.  He knew if he went in there, his day job would be compromised.  But if he didn’t go in there, Mama would be furious and end him.  Matsuda bit his lip and swallowed his pride.  I can do this.  Like Mama said, deep pockets.  Deep pockets.  If this makes me lose my day job, then I have the night one to fall back on.  And I’m sure I could stay at the brothel until I got back on my feet.  I’ll be fine.  I’ll be fine.

Matsuda mustered up the necessary courage to get out of the car and walked to the front door.  As much as he wanted to reach for the door handle, he had to go in like a civilian.  So, instead of opening the door, he rang the doorbell.  And a little voice barked out of the speaker, “Yes?”

“I’m…” Matsuda cleared his throat, doing his best to disguise his voice.  Wait…That sounded like L, “I’m here for Mr. Ryuga…?”

The doors automatically opened and Matsuda slowly made his way inside.  There was a strange chill in the air.  Like he wasn’t supposed to be there, even though he had been there a million times over.  Even though he lived there.  Something still didn’t feel right.  This is fine.  Everything is going to be fine.  I’m sure I’ll be alright.  I already have a backup plan if this goes sideways.  I’ll be alright.  And if need be, I’ll get back in the car.  I’ll tell Mama that Mr. Ryuga crossed boundaries and I’ll stay in the brothel until the heat dies down and I’ll get the night off.  Everything’s fine.

“Are you Tsuyoshi?” a familiar voice asked from the monitors.

Matsuda’s heart stopped at the sound of his fake name.  By the looks of things, there was only one person left at the task force, “Y…Yes.  That’s me.”

“Are you sure about that?” the screen showed the map with all the dots on it, “Because this little dot right here tells me you’re Touta Matsuda instead.”

It was at that moment, Matsuda broke all character, “How did you know it was me?”

“How else?” L spun around in his chair, getting an eyeful of the present Fujiko sent for him, “You’re wearing a tracker in your belt, Matsuda.  I know where you are at all times.  You think I’m not going to see you go to Shinjuku, go into the brothel, and come right back here?  Granted, I am a little surprised to see you here like this under these circumstances.”

“I’m a little surprised to see you ordering an escort,” Matsuda laughed it off.  Because what else could he do?  It was either brush this off like a funny misunderstanding or face the reality of it. 

“I have needs, too,” L shrugged, “Like I said before, I’m not the robot everyone seems to think I am.  But I’m confused.  What are you doing working for Fujiko?”

“I…” Matsuda could feel it.  The tears coming up from behind his eyes.  He didn’t want to start crying, but he couldn’t stop himself, “I have someone I need to take care of.  My regular salary couldn’t keep up with it, so I started escorting.”

“I’m assuming it’s your grandmother, yes?” L figured, “I figured she was having some health complications.  You moved her into a decent facility, but it’s eating away at your bank account.  Am I wrong?”

“No…” Matsuda wiped his eyes, “She was the one who raised me, Ryuzaki.  I know the inevitable is coming, but if it has to, I at least want her to be comfortable.  I know she wouldn’t approve of me selling my body like this, but what else am I supposed to do?  I don’t need everyone taking more pity than they already do on me.”

“You talk too much, Matsuda,” L rolled his eyes, already pulling up a page for a luxury nursing home fairly close by, along with all of Matsuda’s grandmother’s information, “She’ll be moved by Monday.  And it’s already taken care of.  I’m sure she has another ten good years in her.  At least she will with this particular facility.  It’s one of the best in the country.”

“Wait,” Matsuda’s heart fell into his feet, “Are you serious?  Did you just…?”

“I did,” L nodded, “I’m also not heartless.  By the sounds of it, you have the same relationship with your grandmother as I do with Watari.  The longer they can stick around, the better.”

“Thank you,” Matsuda felt the second wave of crying bubble up in the back of his throat, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“And you didn’t have to be the one Fujiko sent to me,” L pointed out, “But here you are.”

“And…” Matsuda wondered, “You’re not going to judge me…?”

“Matsuda, I ordered you,” L got up from his chair, “I have no room for judgments.  And your intentions, albeit an awkward way of going about it, were pure and noble.  I can’t fault you for that.”

“Thank you,” Matsuda let out a heavy sigh of relief, “I should go.”

“Should you?” L cradled Matsuda’s face in his palm, “You think I’m constantly staring those monitors down for fun?  You think I don’t catch your reflection in them from time to time and see the little untapped treasure you are to me?  Fujiko already took the money up front.  I’m going to take you upstairs.  Do you understand…Tsuyoshi?”

“Um…” Matsuda felt the heat rushing to his cheeks and his loins, “Um…Yes.”

“Yes, what?” This wasn’t Matsuda’s L.  This wasn’t the same Ryuzaki he saw every day at work.  But then again, this wasn’t the same Matsuda that L saw at work either.  There was a certain flame in L’s eyes that did something to Matsuda.  Something that was going to make work a little awkward in the morning.  But he also had a job to do.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” L praised him, “Come on.  Upstairs.  You know where my room is.”

[dakogutin]

@hpkinktober day18- school uniform pairing: sirius black/james potter cw: underage

Ragged breaths echoed in the changing room that was not meant to hold two occupants. Elbows knocked each other in their desperation to touch and squeeze, but neither minded.

“We don’t have time,” Sirius had said— lied, when James tried to remove his quidditch uniform. He refused to let James’ mouth free, slipping his tongue inside and pinning him to the wall as he grinded his hips to James’ own hard front. Their trousers were always so tight. Its primary function may be to serve as ‘second skin’ to maximize all movements, but Sirius would argue it’s rather counterproductive when the rough fabric would always rub against his cock as he rides his broom. And, well, it’s hardly a smooth flight when he’s whacking a magical ball back and forth.

He’s pulled back to reality when James abruptly draws back from their heated kiss. Still dazed, and a little bit delirious, he can only blink up at James. A frown slowly twists his face. Is he not clear enough that he’s already so close?

But James grins at him, no doubt amused by this desperation, relishing in the power he can hold over Sirius. Why does he have to be such a bastard about everything…

Sirius tugs at James' shirt, but he resists. “What?” Sirius demands.

“We have time,” he says simply.

It takes a long while for Sirius to understand that it had been a response to what he said earlier. He scoffs, “Alright, sure,” and tugs at James’ shirt again.

Their lips meet, but James murmurs against him with, “Just admit you like me in this uniform.” His hand settles on Sirius’ ass.

It’s Sirius who pulls off this time. “Fine.” He nestles in the crook of James’ neck, and licks the sweat off before kissing a bruise there. Of course Sirius has to stroke his ego before getting to come. “I love you in these, and I know you know it. I can’t stop thinking of you ordering everyone around and— ah!”  James squeezes him through his trousers. Sirius gets back at him by rocking his hips harshly, eliciting a moan from either of them. “Good enough, Prongs?”

“Yeah,” James says, breathless and already sounding gone. With both hands firm on Sirius’ hips, he builds a steady rhythm, pushing up and rolling his hips.

Sirius laughs. “You’re so easy.”

“Shut up.”

"Gladly."

[friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon]

"Might Be an Understatement" | Robert "Bob" Floyd

this fic is race/ hair type/ body type neutral; why does that matter? If you feel I’ve overlooked something in regard to this, no matter how “small”, please let me know!

word count | 2.8k

warnings/ notes | 18+, smut; rope bondage, blindfolds, toys, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, spanking, me spreading the service top Bob agenda, cmnf if you squint, masochistic reader/ sadistic Bob if you squint. just... there's a lot.

the culmination of this obsession is me finally writing fic again after like 6 years. hate to see it.

also this was a working title but I've yet to come up with anything better sorry!

ao3

minors please respect my wishes and do not interact with my work/ blog.

Bob presses small kisses to the back of your neck and you drop your chin to your chest, groaning softly as practiced fingers work deeper into the muscles of your shoulders. Warm hands grip you and you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine as they start to roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, the tops of your thighs; exploring you like it’s the first time.

He leans in close to whisper against the column of your throat, the cool metal of his glasses against your heated skin making you gasp.

“I'm gonna take care of you tonight. You gonna let me?” You nod and a slight gasp passes your lips, both at the words themselves and at the breath that whispers against your skin.

He pulls away to reach behind you, one hand remaining on your waist as he opens the bedside drawer with the other. You hear him rummage around for a bit, smiling to yourself when you hear the telltale thap of rope on the carpeted floor. 

"This okay sweetheart?", he asks, brushing another kiss to the side of your neck. You hum your assent.

"Alright then; arms behind your back."

You do as he says, reaching to grab your opposite elbow in each hand and he begins binding them together. The rope scratches lightly against your skin; enough for you to know it’s there but not enough to be irritating or distracting. 

One hand comes to rest at the base of your throat, squeezing lightly and you lean into the touch, humming contentedly. Before you can drift too far, Bob pulls you flush to him, his warmth seeping into you as his body envelops yours. He reaches under your arms to pass the rope under your breasts, looping it around and around, fingers lightly grazing your nipples with each pass.

He works maddeningly, torturously slow, intentional in his movements as always; sliding the rope back and forth across your skin, making sure you feel each and every drag.

Lifting your chin to face him, he places a small peck to your lips and you smile. Knowing how much he likes to tease (and not knowing when you’ll get another chance), you clumsily surge forward to deepen the kiss. He indulges you for a moment, sliding his tongue against yours before pulling away with a lopsided smile.

“You alright there darlin’?” he asks. While the kiss had been relatively chaste, it was always easy to get lost in the way Bob kisses you and you’re already panting a little.

He slides a few fingers underneath the rope caging your ribs, ostensibly to test the knots and make sure they aren’t too tight, but his touch lingers a bit too long for it to be just that.

Placing a broad hand on your back, he guides you forward until you’re comfortably on your shoulders and knees, placing a pillow for you to rest your head on before resuming his work. 

By the time he gets to your legs, he’s given up all pretense of “just testing the knots here”, and the gentle, teasing touches have given way to firm, brazen squeezes as he binds your calves to your thighs. With a firm grip, he slowly pulls your knees apart, spreading you open to him and you shudder as the cool air ghosts over your exposed cunt.

"How you doin’ darlin’?"  he asks, mostly to check in, but you don’t miss how his voice drops when he says it.

"Would be doing a lot better if you would actually touch me already." You turn to shoot him a fake sweet smile over your shoulder. Unfazed, he returns your smile and gleefully pinches your ass, hard, chuckling at your yelp.

"I have been touching you. And I meant your hands, smart ass. No tingling or numbness right?" He’s still smiling but there’s a tinge of worry in his voice. He knows you’d tell him if something was wrong, but he always makes it a point to check anyway, just in case.

"They're fiiiine" You huff, wiggling them to demonstrate. "Bobby, come on.”

"You know, you’re pretty demanding for someone in your position." He says, pinching your other cheek before hooking his fingers into the rope binding your forearms and jerking you up and into his solid chest.

“I think if I were you, I’d be a little more… agreeable.”

“Bobby,” you whine, growing impatient with his teasing. You’d already been feeling needy before, and you know if you left it up to him he’d just spend the whole night kissing and teasing you, torturing you and keeping you just on the edge.

“Something you want honey?” he murmurs, drawl creeping out as he slides his lips against yours again. This kiss is decidedly much less chaste, and the way his tongue meets yours makes you dizzy.

“I think you know exactly what I want, Robert.” you quip, but you both know there's no bite to it.

“‘Robert’ huh? Must mean I better get to it then.” 

“Mmhmm, think so.” 

You mean for it to sound less breathy than it does, but he takes this opportunity to drag his fingers over your clit, the grin from earlier returning when you gasp against his mouth.

He gives the rope holding your wrists together one final tug before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

His hands glide along your skin as he circles you, taking in the ropes crisscrossing around your chest, binding your arms, all framing your body beautifully and his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips. The shaky breath is the only thing that betray his otherwise calm demeanor and you smirk to yourself, glad to know he’s at least a little affected by this too.

Seemingly satisfied with his inspection, he moves around to face you and for a moment he just stands there, beaming at you. He kind of looks like an actual Boy Scout; like the Bob all his friends know, sweet and unassuming. In an instant that smile is gone, replaced by the self satisfied smirk that you only see in private moments like this.

"You can't escape." 

With how securely you're bound that’s pretty clear, and any other time you would tease him for stating something so obvious, but right now his words make your stomach flip with anticipation.

He leans in closer, deep blue eyes boring into yours, daring you to look away. “You like that? Like bein’ all tied up for me, knowin' you can’t escape? Knowin' I can do whatever I want to you?”

“God yes,” you whimper. 

His gaze feels heavy as his eyes rove up and down your body before he moves out of your line of sight again.

“Close your eyes for me darlin’.” he murmurs lowly, back behind you a moment later.

The soft whisper of fabric grazes your cheek before your vision goes dark as Bob quickly secures the blindfold with a simple knot. 

“How's that feel?” he asks, placing a kiss to your temple.

You only manage a small “Good”, not trusting yourself to say anything more with how your voice wavers.

Deft fingers run up the insides of your thighs as he teases your lips apart. He presses a soft kiss to your slit as his thumb sneaks up to circle your clit and you keen against his mouth.

“And this? How’s this feel?” he murmurs lowly.

“Good, huh- uh. Also good.”

"Been wantin' to get my mouth on you all day," he mumbles into your skin, emphasizing his point with a long, slow lick. The grip on your thighs tightens as he moves to tease his thumbs slowly along your lips, smearing your slick around and making you whimper and squirm against his mouth.

“Be patient,” he chuckles, the vibrations only making you squirm even more.

You thought you’d been quiet enough, but of course he notices, because he’s Bob and he notices everything.

He slides his hands up your stomach and broad, warm palms cup your breasts, fingers grazing the rope as he lightly thumb over your pert nipples. For your part, you're helpless to do much else besides try to muffle your moans and squirm against his firm hold.

“Sound so pretty darlin’. Keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me.” he says, words muffled as his tongue sinks deeper and deeper into you. 

He’s fucking relentless now, lapping at you obscenely, grip tight on the meat of your thighs, keeping you place with seemingly little effort any time you move too much for his liking. Your toes curl when his nose bumps against your clit, unable to do anything but gasp and whine as he steadily brings you higher and higher, muscles straining uselessly against your bonds.

“You close? You gonna cum all over my face baby?”

“Y-yeah, m’close, ugh, fuck Bobby so close,” you practically sob as your legs start to shake.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need- fuck, Bobby just– please make me cum.”

You’re struggling to get breath into your lungs, tears springing in your eyes as you beg.

“Tell me what you need,” he says again, starting to withdraw.

“Fuck, Bobby, I don’t know! Just- spank me?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Spank me. Please.”

Before you can even finish getting the words out you feel a sharp sting against your ass; the sound surprises you more than the sensation and you yelp.

He leans in close to ask, “How’s that? You want it harder baby?”, kissing the side of your temple when you nod.

The second one isn’t particularly hard either, it’s not meant to be, but he isn’t gentle either as he starts a steady rhythm of hits in quick succession; too fast for you to register one before the next lands, purposefully avoiding the pattern he knows you’re looking for.  

"You’re doing so well honey. Just a few more okay?”

Calloused fingers slip back between your legs and over your clit and you arch back into him, desperate for whatever he's willing to give you. You feel like a bow string pulled taught, breath ragged, on the verge of snapping at any moment. You press your forehead to the pillow and gasp as your orgasm crashes over you, punching a long, low moan from your lungs.

He works you through it with small kitten licks, and for a moment he’s silent, save for the quiet curses under his breath.

He stills you with one hand on the nape of your neck as you tremble in a way that might’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t so completely blissed out on dopamine. His other hand hasn’t stopped, though, fingers still coaxing you through your high and you’re dimly aware of the fact that he’s definitely not finished with you.

"Still doin’ okay darlin’?” he murmurs, lightly stroking the back of your neck and pressing your fingertips between his, no doubt checking to make sure the blood rushes back. You’d honestly kind of forgotten about the ropes and pull yourself out of your haze enough to mumble some affirmation, picturing his worried face behind your blindfold.

“‘Okay’ might be a bit of an understatement.” You pant, voice muffled by the pillow, still trying to steady your breathing.

This is apparently enough to reassure him, because he redoubles his previous efforts and presses even harder against your oversensitive clit.

“In that case," he says, quickening his strokes as you roll your hips.

"I want another one.” 

You feel the blunt drag of his fingers against your walls and your eyes roll back when they find that spot inside you, stroking slowly. The hard grip on your waist is the only warning you get before he flips you onto your back, your bound knees splaying out to the side, exposing your soaked cunt even more.

“Are your arms okay?” You nod quickly, and this is the only confirmation he needs before sliding his fingers even deeper.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous like this, darlin',” he mutters, reaching to cup your face in his hand before lightly gripping your chin and capturing your lips for another slow kiss.

“Now let’s see how much more you can take.”

You hear him open the bedside drawer open again and while you're pretty sure you know what's coming next, you still can't help the shiver that races up your spine when you hear the unmistakable buzz of your Hitachi. When his fingers find you again he groans at the realization that you’re somehow even wetter than you were before. You don’t get to savor the feeling for long before he pulls away, his fingers immediately replaced by the head of the toy to your overly sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Bobby!”

He doesn’t turn it up immediately, that’s a game for another night, but he doesn't apply a light touch either. Your thighs snap closed around his hand but it does nothing to deter him; he simply adjusts the angle of his wrist, leaning up to place a kiss on your cheek as he nudges the toy up against your clit before fitting the fingers of his other hand inside you again.

It feels like his hands are everywhere; he keeps the toy pressed firmly against your clit while one hand moves to pinch and roll your nipple and you keen, already on the edge, the beginning of another orgasm starting low in your belly.

“Fuck, Bobby. please—” you’re nearly incoherent at this point, shaking.

Your hips jerk away from his touch when he finally does what you ask, fingers sinking into your heat again.

"Jesus honey, fuckin’ look at you," he says in awe and you moan, high and breathy, trying to press your hips further into his touch.

Bob typically isn't particularly sadistic in bed (not unless you ask him to be), but it’s undeniable how much me loves wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, even if that means torturing you a little to get it.

Finally he relents, giving you a small, merciful moment of peace before asking quietly,

“Too much sweetheart? Or do you want more?”

You contemplate for a moment before answering.

"Yes. And yes." 

He pauses a moment before chuckling. “‘Yes’ it’s too much and ‘yes’ you want more?”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

"S'okay babydoll, I gotcha," he chuckles. 

His teeth lightly tease your nipples and you arch your back and lean into his touch, the moan that tears from you only egging him on further. The sensation runs through you like lightning, shaking you to your core. 

“Love it when you get all desperate like this for me, you have no idea,” He groans.

The light brush of calloused fingers against your nipples makes you shiver as his hands make their way back up your body and he squeezes again, twisting and pulling until you start to feel those familiar, wonderful sparks of pain. When you gasp he swallows your moans, pulling your hips flush to his and lazily sliding his tongue into your mouth.

He holds nothing back this time, kissing you with unhurried ease, thumbs stroking the skin below your ears and you part your lips, more than happy to let him in. The gesture is sweet but the sensation is quickly becoming too much and you’re distantly aware of the fact that you’re cumming a split second before it actually hits you. 

“Come on baby, make a mess for me.” The sweetness of his tone doesn’t betray the fact that it’s still a command. Combined with the ruthless attention he's laving your nipples with and the way he jerks the toy right up against your clit it turns out to be exactly what you need to finally push you off the edge and you let out an especially loud moan and finally, finally feel yourself fall.

He removes the blindfold and you blink a few times, letting your eyes adjust as you come back down. He's quiet again, waiting for you to process and speak first.

“That was uh… wow,” You say his name as a sigh and he smiles, leaning up to brush his nose against yours.

“Good?” and you can’t help but laugh. The man had, seconds ago, made you cum so hard you saw stars, yet here he is, pushing his glasses back up his nose, blush creeping over his cheeks, somehow worried you hadn’t been satisfied. You move up to press a light kiss to his cheek and inch your way into his side as he drapes an arm over your shoulder.

“‘Good’ might be an understatement." You smile up at him as you repeat your earlier sentiment.

You already feel sleep tugging at you and you let your eyes slip shut, just for a second, promising to return the favor when you wake.

[neo-shitty]

karaoke blues — h.js

description. when in doubt, have a karaoke night out. or in which the first real hurdle of your seemingly flawless relationship is finals week (and miscommunication and a tad bit of overreaction).

pairings. han jisung x female reader

genre. fluff, slight comedy, camping!au, established relationship!au

word count. 2.1k

notes. inspired by the jisung’s bit from skzful days in jeju #3 (min. 20:53 onwards). the one and only karaoke prince i will acknowledge.

You can hear him singing from half-way down the path. No, not really singing, wailing. 

An exchange of glances with your friends assures you that you weren’t hearing things and by the way they turned your way and not at each other meant they recognized the voice too. So you trudge on, making it to the end of the path and into the clearing—a grass field supposedly for camping bordered by a ring of trees. Lights hang on wirelines over the head of figures moving around a long table. The voices are clearer now; two distinct ones amplified by microphones and a cacophony of laughter echoing in the background. The night was young but they’ve been out here for a while now, half-empty beer bottles and sauce-slicked chopsticks littering the tabletop from the hours they’ve spent in the open. Han Jisung stands over everyone else, gripping a microphone with one hand while the other conveyed what his voice couldn’t. The MR boomed through the speakers, his cries along with it, into the open air of the night as the others howled in laughter beside him. 

“Oh boy,” Taehee says beside you, heaving a sigh just before you could.

It takes a while before anyone notices your arrival and even then it barely takes their attention away from the karaoke machine. Changbin is the first to acknowledge your presence, raising eyebrows when his eyes brush over to where you and your friends were. Setting his meal aside, he walks over to greet you, helping you with your things before heading to Saeyeon’s side.

“What’s up with him?” Saeyeon asks.

Changbin only blinks, a story for later. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“We kept sending texts but i don’t think any of them went through with the reception here.” You say. The phone in your hand shows no bars, a notification that your message failed to send plastered on your lockscreen. In your inbox, your messages remained either unsent or unread.

Out of nowhere, the boy bursts out laughing, shaking his head as he leads you to another table behind theirs. The other boys wave over as you pass, playing in on keeping the oblivious Jisung in the dark as Changbin instructed. You think it’s cruel, but nothing beyond the silly pranks they played against each other. He’s preoccupied with singing anyway. 

Chan approaches with a plate full of what they’ve been grilling, “Glad you guys made it on time. They would’ve chowed this down in the next hour.”

He sits across you, bright-eyed and waiting on all of you to take your first bites after the long journey. But you know he’s here for something else, you can feel him straining himself from the noise the younger boys were causing. Maybe some kind of explanation, or better yet a way to make it stop. 

He opens his mouth to speak, abruptly cut off as Jisung hits a high note, screaming from behind him. You stiffle a laugh, harder to do with everyone else on the table failing to stop themselves.

“Ah, I’m so sorry for that. He’s been like that since the ride here. Played nothing but sappy sad songs in the car I nearly fell asleep.”

The conversation stirs another way as Chan asks about your own trip here but you’re no longer listening, your mind wandering over to the karaoke jock singing one song after the other. Somehow you find yourself smiling at his antics, amused and curious how he ended up that distraught over something you had no idea about. The both of you were fine, right?

Right?

Until you realize that you can’t remember the last time you had any form of correspondence. The utensils slip out of your fingers, dully clattering on the wooden table when you set them down to scramble for your phone. You open your messages with Jisung, the last few being yours all dated today—either failed to send or unread. But before that, during the days leading up to the outing, there was nothing but his messages, your replies too few and too far between.

The whole scroll up are bubbles from his side, streams of messages from varying points of his day. On the other side, all your responses were nothing but reactions to his messages themselves and the occasional readily available emoticons. No proper exchange in over a week, maybe even more, and the length of your replies dwindling as the days passed.

Oh, poor guy. 

“_____, is it true?”

The call reels you out of your own thoughts, your head snapping up from your phone. Hyunjin slipped into the space beside you on the bench, his hands clasped. “You broke up with Han?”

The reaction it draws from you is immediate, your eyebrows knitting together in concern and confusion. “No, who said that?”

The boy blinks, disbelieving. “It’s all he’s been on since we met up today.”

The rundown of the day is repeated to you with a few more additions. From  Chan’s story about the car ride to Hyunjin’s account on the past few days with Jisung. He tells you that it’s easy to notice the air shifting when it comes to Jisung. Everything turns eerily quiet—too quiet even for their own liking, and that’s how everyone noticed and concluded that something was wrong. But no one has ever had the courage to ask him what was up. Except Hyunjin though, your local gossip boy with an undying curiosity for business not his own.

According to the information he gathered, the past few days were a downcast for the boy. He spent his days trying to understand that you’re busy while simultaneously not understanding why his phone was dead quiet. He tried to stay preoccupied, distracted, But there were only so many options to cycle through. It’s funny because Jisung was never one to take interest in anyone else’s hobbies but he’s been hyperactive the last week. He tries to keep up with Changbin’s workout routine even if it (nearly) kills him, staying after hours in Chan’s studio even when he isn’t asked to. At home he’s cooking with Minho or baking with Felix or developing a sudden interest in photography and painting. Heck, he even tries reading books. Anything to have company.

But the long days end regardless, boiling down into the quiet of his room where he has no one. Sometimes Hyunjin would catch him on the couch in the living room in the early hours of day, watching Netflix on the tv with a dead stare without acknowledging anyone else who enters the room. “He lived his days dead,” Hyunjin finishes.

The table is quiet, all intent on listening but confused on how to react.

Across you, a bubble of laughter escapes out of your friend’s lips. She turns to you, “You’re on finals for a week and this is what happens?”

A resounding smack echoes through the air between you, followed by a hiss from the injured party. “Be quiet!” Saeyeon sneers and Taehee falls quiet.

The retort falls dead on the other girl’s tongue when you glance at her, resorting to rubbing the freshly slapped skin of her arm instead.

“And then what else, Hyunjin?”

“Aigoo, uri Hannie!” The voice belongs to Changbin and heads turn to the direction it’s coming from. Beside you, Hyunjin picks the bucket hat off his head to put it on yours, still in on the prank they were playing.

Still, from beneath the hat you catch sight of him. Jisung walks with one arm draped over Changbin’s shoulders, hair disheveled like an open book on the top of his head. The gloss-eyed boy approaches you with red puffy cheeks that matched the color of his eyes, face obscured every now and then by the arm he uses to wipe the tears he’s been crying.

“Can you tell them why are you crying?” Changbin asks when they’re both standing by the end of the table.

You don’t think that he sees you nor makes out that it isn’t just the boys sitting around the table. Jisung shys away from the others, from you, mumbling something you couldn’t make out into the other boy’s shoulder. And before you know it, he’s a crying mess again, bear-hugging the other boy who couldn’t bring himself to shake him off. Then you hear it first hand, his endless list of thoughts he’d been keeping to himself. It’s the only voice you’re listening to, drowning out the laughter that had begun to erupt from the mouths of everyone else on the table.

Jisung lets the other boy eventually, sinking into a tucked ball on the floor. He sat there like a child who just got their toy stolen, knees tucked in his arms with his head hung low. And it's the last straw for you, their prank be damned.

You excuse yourself from the table, crossing over the bench to walk over to where he’s crumpled by Changbin’s legs. The latter was still muttering words of consolation to dead ears, the crying barely lulling.

“I think she’s going to break up with me. She doesn’t like me anymore. Where did I go wrong again? I tried my best this time.” He says through sniffles and hiccups.

“Who doesn’t like you anymore?”

“_____.”

“Me?” you ask him, “I don’t like you anymore?”

He buffers, the sobbing stopping as he takes in the voice and your answer. Slowly, he raises his head, his arms leaving temporary marks crisscrossing over his forehead. You notice the moment it finally registers, his eyes readjusting as he studies your face. He blinks once, twice for good measure.

He brings a finger out of his closed fit, supposedly to poke you, But you mirror it, forefingers touching by their tips.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” His voice is quiet when he speaks, hiccups butchering his words. 

“I kept texting you that we’ll catch up,” you show him your phone where the messages you sent, or at least tried to, remained undelivered. “I even sent you updates, but now I know they never reached you.”

You both end up sitting on the grass, the leaves tickling the skin of your thighs ever so slightly. You hand him a bottle of water you’ve carried over from the table, which he downs in seconds—parched from singing and crying.

“What was it that you were saying, About me no longer liking you? Is that why you’re crying?” you ask him, ducking to try and meet his eye.

He shakes his head. “It’s just,” he starts, “the past few weeks, we barely talked anymore and I think you’re losing interest in me. I don’t want that but I can’t do anything about it either.”

His out of the blue confessions coaxes a laugh out of you, one you’ve been holding back on fear of being mistaken as insensitive of your own boyfriend’s feelings. But it’s a silly thing, a spillage of emotions brought about by the alcohol. “Hannie,” his fingers find their way to yours, intertwining in an odd way but at the very least in contact, “did I forget to mention it was finals week?”

He hides away, head ducked with his hair blocking your view of his eyes. “Yeah, you did mention,” he pauses. “now that I think of it, I think I just let my head get the better of me.”

You leave his hands to hold his face, soft palms on soft cheeks as you raise his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are shining, glinting back the light from the bulbs above like a lens. Carefully, you brush his cheeks, traces of his tears absorbed by the pad of your thumb. “I’m sorry I’m absolute shit at managing my time.”

He breathes out a chuckle, the vibrations jolting down your hands and through you. It’s then when you realize that it’s been a while since you heard him laugh a hearty one. The last few weeks were nothing but a monotonous podcast listening session of lecture after lecture, each one harder to absorb than the last. You didn’t want to fail, maybe that’s why you sacrificed what sliver of stress-relief you had left. But the exams are finally over, your schedule has opened up and you have nothing left to do but to make up for lost time. 

Everything has lulled into a quiet that suited the Jeju atmosphere you pictured in your head. Without Jisung on the mic, they’ve moved on to calmer songs—the type that winded down everything until the karaoke machine is forgotten. The others on the table have moved to other things, others leaving to take a walk while some stayed behind to talk over spare grills. You marvel at how easy things could fall back into place in such familiar space, it’s something you never got to have away in university.

“So, there’s no other guy?”

You pat Jisung’s face lightly, a faint reality slap that’s more endearing less a wake up call. “If I don’t have time for you, what makes you think I still have time for others?”

© neo-shitty, 2022

[remholder]

finally got to do some j7 for kinktober (more to come eheheheh)

if you want to see the uncensored version, there's a fic to accompany this! fic and art are explicit, so please dont go clicking this link if youre a minor!

[whatthefoucault]

Rating: E

Relationship: Ed/Stede

For OFMD Kinktober 2023 Day 10: Pearl Necklace

Stede was attending to his small collection of potted herbs when Ed found him that afternoon, carefully tidying their leaves, giving sips of water to the ones that seemed thirsty, whispering little affirmations to them that Ed couldn't quite hear.

"Hm? Oh, hello Ed," he said softly, alerted to Ed's presence by the clicking shut of the bedroom door, his expression breaking into a smile so genuine and so fond that it was all Ed could do not to weep with joy at the sight of it.

[bunnyreaper]

okay back to sleep for me, sending love to all <3

[eggtartz]

✧ 17th October ✧

Himejima Gyomei // Too Big (f! demon reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : blowjob, riding, brief vagina ripping

you rolled your eyes as the earth basically shook and you huffed. you should've run when you noticed the rocks moving in an odd pace. you should've run when you notice the wind breeze is too windy. you should've run but does it matter?

no, because gyomei knows he'll catch you.

it was a hashira. the presence of his alone has left you terrified when he quickly trapped you with the chains that he easily carries. he almost looking like he's praying if you didn't know better "you demon, preying on innocent people. you should be punished for your sins" he said as tears stained his face as you frowned "sins? i've done worse things than these" you scoffed s you weren't the one wrapped in chains.

you knew your time was over when a hashira came but weirdly enough this one is coming closer and closer. "it's a shame i have no vision, i would like to see you" gyomei said, almost gently that made you frown "excuse me? are you thinking low of me? back off!" you growled and hissed. you saw how his jaw tighten as his beads between his hands rubbed againts each other, hard.

"you're a very stubborn person, i can tell" he commented. you widen your eyes "is that sarcasm?!" you were beyond pissed. not only your life is on the line, you're also getting provoked. he merely grazed his hand againts your skin that made you gasp.

"w-what are you doing?" he doesn't answer as his hands grazed over your body, stopping at specific areas. he bought his big hands (that was the same size of your face) down. he smirked "you're a small one, a pretty one too"

"shame that i have to kill you now" he took his fighting stance and was ready to behead you "w-wait! wait! i'll do anything! i.. i.." you said, his chains around your body rattling. "i'll let you do anything.." you said again.

"anything, demon?"

"anything."

gyomei nodded. he moved to another area and chopped off a tree trunk with his bare hands, leaving the tree with a base big enough to lay on. you were hanging off from a tree as he pulled you down, pushing you to lay and fastened his chains around your wrists. "what are you doing?" you asked again. "making yourself useful for once" gyomei said. you didn't realized how he's basically a giant when he stepped back and removed his pants. you made small squeak and looked away. "don't be shy, you said you'd do anything correct?" he almost cooed and he was gentle too. you peeked through your eyelids to see the biggest cock you've ever seen.

you salivated at the sight of the red tip and his veins all along his base. "i-it won't fit.." you said, the hunger in your voice betraying your words. "I'll make it fit" he said and tapped his cock on your cheeks, his hands finding it's place along your locks of hair. you smelled it and like a dog, lapped on the head, smearing it with precum and spit. given how touch starved you were, your hands fondled his balls when gyomei groaned.

you slowly take him in your throat, the girth and length stretching you to the limit when hes not even halfway in. you huff and panted, taking him out when you gagged. "don't rush" you could hear his voice. that was when you realized that he wasn't pushing you, he wasn't doing anything that looked forceful.

gyomei was even gentle.

with a new determination to please him, you took him in your mouth again. you controlled your breathing this time, hollowing your cheeks as his big cock slid in your throat like it was meant to be there. you bobbed your head as he sighed and you could see how the veins on his arms are flexing at each bob you made. you hummed in content as you felt his cum drained in your throat as you slurped it hungrily and he pulled out with a pop.

"you did well. because of that, i think you need a reward" before you question anything, he manhandled by picking you up as he laid down and placing your thighs by his sides. his still hard cock was directly at your pussy, barricade by your clothing. "mmh.. it's covered.. you need to open it" you almost whined, planning to grind on him if he didn't do anything for your release. he smiled in acknowledgement and pulled off your one set of clothing, the top and bottom connected.

you placed your pussy right at his red, raging tip and in he go with one thrust. "oh fuck!" you screamed, his size in your tiny pussy was overwhelming, even the hashira is shivering. "you're.. really tight.." he said, bringing his hands to your hips to thrust upwards. your mouth opened as he thrusted, his pace not too slow or too fast. it was just right as you could feel every inch of his dick, every vein, every precum.

you could everything at once.

you gasped, chains rattling again as you found your clit and rubbed on it before he slapped your hand away. he stuffed your mouth with two of his fingers, making you gag as your moans were muffled. he pulled them out and pinched your clit, toying with it as he liked. "i can feel it.. it's swelling in my hands.." he said as you almost fainted when you came on his cock.

"oh, did you came? it's my turn now" you made a confused sound before he pulled you down to lay with him as he pounded into your pussy. he thrusted upwards, bringing your hips down that made you dizzy and at daze. "i-it feels too good!" he said againts your ear, his hands holding tight as he pounded fast.

you realized the warm liquid around your pussy and looked down to see that it's literally ripped.

gyomei was going so fast that your vagina ripped.

it aroused you as you hummed, watching it regenerate by itself, given you're a demon. you didn't care how he brutally used you like cheap fleshlight. heck, you wanted to be treated like this more.

"i'm cumming, where do you want it?" he asked. you giggled, licking on his chest "inside, please"

he nodded and with one last thrust and a loud grunt, white and creamy cum oozed from your cunt like a stream. you eyes rolled as he pulled out and you more cum sprayed out from your aching cunt. you smiled, satisfied and spent. you smiled even more when you felt gyomei's cock bullying into your pussy again, eager to fill in again and again.

[lambourngb]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bill "Cougar" Cortell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Alternate Universe - Pretty Woman Fusion, Military Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, Sex Work, First Time, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Serious Topic Romanticized For Fun, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tropes, Fighter Town Kinktober Summary:

Traditional employment was hard to come by with a dishonorable discharge.

[chibikyo]

I participated in kinktober for the first time. And it's been a good challenge for myself

I figured after all the horny i should write a few fluff pieces as a palette cleanser, and my friend told me fluffvember is a thing. I've also seen flufftober is a thing, but i had a thought instantly when she mentioned fluffvember. Allow me to reenact

Me: i should write some fluff during november. Maybe as part of my nanowrimo challenge.

Friend: i m3an fluffvember is a legit thing

Me: so following kinktober we get *drumroll*... no nut november?

Friend: *glaring at me* no

So I think I have to write at least one or two one-shots to celebrate my genius that is no nut november XD

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 21: collaring word count: 1.2k

steeby deeby

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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It started out as a neck scarf, one she just happened to wear to Eddie’s once a few months into their relationship. He tied a tighter knot in it, still leaving it loose around her neck, and held on tight as he fucked her from behind. They both came just a little quicker than usual.

Then Steve entered the picture and she wore the scarf again, asking him to do what Eddie did. Again, none of them lasted very long.

So Chrissy’s nothing but thrilled the night they’re over at Steve’s and Eddie surprises her with a real, genuine leather collar. “Where did you get this?”

“A shop in Indianapolis makes them,” he explains, unclasping it. “D’you like it?”

“I love it,” she says excitedly, already turning around and holding up her hair for him to place the collar around her neck. He does so gently, only to pull her back into his chest by it a bit roughly once it’s in place, to her amusement.

“That looks so good on you, honey,” Steve praises, rising from the couch to get a better look. She winds up sandwiched in between them as his fingers run over the metal studs, the closed loop at the front where a tag should be. “There’s no name, though.”

“That’s because it’s a reminder, first and foremost,” Eddie elaborates, his hands squeezing her shoulders as he speaks into her ear. “You’re ours only as long as you want to be. And if you ever need to leave it’ll still be yours, hopefully as a reminder to keep taking care of yourself, even if we’re not around.”

She turns to him, one arm around his neck and one hand on Steve’s arm. “How did I get so lucky to have two thoughtful boys in my life?” It’s rhetorical because she pulls Eddie down for a kiss, her hand ruffling Steve’s hair as he kisses her neck above and below the collar.

They head upstairs to Steve’s room, leaving a trail of clothes down the hall. Eddie gets her on her knees, tugging gently at the collar as he guides his cock into her waiting mouth. She gives a content hum as he holds her still and slowly thrusts, her fingers caressing her opening until she feels Steve’s hand between her legs.

His fingers replace hers as he murmurs. “I’ve got you, kitten.” She whines at the new pet name and when his fingers curl inside her, his other hand fondling her tits as she continues pleasing Eddie. Since they’re both on their knees, he alternates between their mouths, still holding her collar even as he fucks Steve’s throat.

Steve’s hands get her off a little aggressively and she clenches around his fingers, her come dripping down her legs as Eddie leads them to the bed. Once he’s inside her, Eddie holds her up off the pillows by her collar, pounding her as she mewls. “Good little girl, you’re taking me so well.” Steve cuts his babbling short by kissing him, touching himself as he runs his tongue around Eddie’s. 

Steve feels Chrissy’s hand on his thigh, and they both look down to see her mouth hanging open in anticipation. As Steve shifts closer to her, Eddie croons sympathetically. “Aw, kitty’s a little hungry, isn’t she?”

“Uh-huh,” she whines, Steve resting his cock on her tongue, turning her head sideways. His hand’s right next to Eddie’s on her collar as he uses her mouth.

Once everyone’s fucked each other to sleep, Chrissy wakes from slumber to a whisper in her ear and a gentle tug at her collar. “Wanna come to the bathroom with me?” Steve asks.

She grunts and nods, still waking up even as he leads her by one finger through the metal loop. Once they’re in there, the light bright against the white tile and marble, he lifts her onto the edge of the counter by the sink. He kisses her fiercely, fist gripping the leather and metal even as he pulls back an inch, swallowing hard.

“Please don’t ever leave.” Her eyebrows raise and her heart aches a little at his pleading eyes. “Either of you.”

She nods against his hand. “Okay.”

“That’s not me telling you what to do,” he elaborates, shaking his head. “I’m just…please.”

Chrissy strokes the hair off his forehead, rubs over his shoulder blade as she responds in her normal voice. “I don’t think I’ll ever want that, Steve.” He nods with a relieved sigh, his forehead pressing into hers. “You know we both love you, right?”

“Yeah.” But he’s heard that before, he thinks, as he wraps his arms around her in a hug. “Yeah, I love you both, too.”

“Hey,” she coos, rubbing circles over his back and already smiling. “Need a little extra?”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Yes, please.”

She’s used to that being the case, and there’s no jealousy between any of them, making one-on-one’s no big deal at all. It seems like each time all three of them are together, one boy needs a little more love than the other. Tonight, it just happens to be Steve. A moment later, he’s holding her up against the wall, sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm as he bites into the soft leather collar. 

They’re both close to climaxing when there’s a knock at the door, slowing down but not completely stopping as Eddie walks in with a groggy smirk. “Got room for one more?”

“Always, as long as it’s you,” Steve breathes, feeling the other man's hands roving up and down his sides until they stop at his hips to still him.

"Need my fingers first?" Steve shakes his head, shuddering as Eddie's hands slide down to his ass. One hand pulls his cheeks apart while the other presses his cock into Steve’s worked hole, both of them groaning as Eddie slides further in. The movement sends Steve deeper into Chrissy, and she gives a little choked gasp as Eddie starts evenly thrusting.

Steve moans into Chrissy’s neck as the cock inside him moves faster, Eddie figuratively fucking them both as he takes hold of Chrissy’s collar. He pulls her forward enough for a kiss, letting her lean against the wall again but keeping hold of the accessory decorating her neck.

“Faster, faster,” Chrissy begs and Steve nods fervently, beyond words. Eddie obeys, biting his lip as he grabs Chrissy’s hips to speed them toward the end.

“Christ, Steve, you feel so goddamn good,” Eddie shouts over Steve’s panting, biting into his shoulder as he comes in his ass, his hard thrusts making Chrissy fall apart on Steve’s cock. She clings to them both as Steve drives into her, biting half on the collar and half into her neck as he finishes.

Eddie helps them down to the floor, wrapping his arms around them both as the cool tile soothes their heated skin. “See, Stevie? We’re not going anywhere.”

Steve closes his eyes and smiles, his hand sliding over Eddie’s on his chest to lace their fingers together. But Chrissy lifts her head to look at him, thinking for a moment. "Were you listening at the door?"

Eddie meets her eye with a crooked grin. "Maybe."

She lays back down, giving Eddie's arm a playful little slap. "Perv." They all chuckle, her hand joining theirs over Steve's heart.