#like no you're mumbling you barely open your mouth

[tojishousewife]

Needy for Toji at his parents house

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Toji told you very clearly before you even stepped inside his parent’s house—be good. No whining, no pawing at him, no begging. Just sweet smiles and polite manners, like the perfect little girlfriend you can be when you try.

But he’s been ignoring you all day. He’s wearing that tight black shirt that stretches over his beefy arms, the one that clings to his back when he leans down to help his dad fix the shed. Grunting with effort, his hands calloused, and veins popping while you sit on the porch with your legs crossed tight, trying not to squirm and make it obvious that you want your cunt stretched open with his cock.

Now it’s evening, and you’re curled on the edge of the guest bed, legs swinging and your heart pounding. Toji’s in the en suite brushing his teeth—shirtless, of course, acting like he doesn't notice the way you've been staring all day, how you're practically vibrating out of your skin.

“Toji...” you whisper, and it's sweet and high and desperate.

He catches your eyes in the mirror, and he already knows. He spits, rinses then wipes his mouth with a towel, and sighs like a man being tested.

“What’d I tell you?” he mutters as he comes back into the room, bare chest glistening slightly from the steam. “Told you to behave, didn't I?”

“But I did,” you protest softly, bouncing a little on the bed. “Didn't even touch you once today—not even once”. Toji raises a brow, hands on his hips. “You were staring at me like you wanted to eat me alive, baby”.

Your bottom lip juts out, heat rising to your cheeks. “You just looked so good...”

He exhales heavily, dragging a hand down his face. “We're in my parents’s house,” he mutters. “You're acting like a lil’ nymph”.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, slipping your hands up his stomach, looking up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “I'll be quiet” you whisper. “Just wanna sit on it for a little...”

Toji's jaw clenches.

“You're something else,” he murmurs. But his hands are already cupping your waist, fingers digging in and guiding you up against him like he's been thinking about this all day too. “All you think about is getting stuffed, huh?”

You nod.

“Wanna feel full,” you mumble. “Please, daddy. Just a lil bit, promise”.

He grits his teeth, backing you into the mattress before you can even blink. “You better stay quiet,” he warns, pulling his sweats down just enough. “If I hear one fucking sound, you're not getting this cock for a week, you understand me?”

You nod, eyes wide, thighs already clenching and trembling.

And when he slowly sinks into you, burying himself in your needy little cunt right under his parent’s roof, you bite into his shoulders just to muffle the pathetic moan that escapes your throat as your cunt happily swallows him in deeper—because you’ve missed him all day, and he’s so big and you already feel like crying from how good it feels.

Toji groans low against your ear, arms shaking with restraint.

“Goddamn brat,” he groaned, his voice already wrecked and deep. “Can't leave you empty for one fucking day”.

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland Characters and Their Secret Midnight Balcony Dates

— Overblot Boys : Riddle : Leona : Azul : Jamil : Vil : Idia : Malleus x reader!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had every intention of scolding you when he caught you tiptoeing toward the dorm kitchen after curfew, a biscuit poking from your sleeve and your cheeks puffed guiltily. But when you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes and whispered, “It’s just one cookie… or three,” his stern expression melted into a sigh. He ended up sitting beside you on the Heartslabyul balcony, a tray of tea and scones between you both. The moonlight softened his features as he passed you a strawberry tart. “If we're going to break rules, we might as well do it properly,” he muttered, a hint of a smile tugging his lips.

You leaned against his shoulder, resting your head there and nuzzling into him like a sleepy cat. “You’re the best boyfriend ever. Even if you glare like the Queen when I eat your half of the tart,” you teased, giggling as he sputtered. But his hand came to gently brush crumbs from your mouth before resting on your waist, pulling you closer. Nights like this became your little rebellion, your soft escape. Each midnight date was filled with quiet giggles, stolen sweets, and kisses dusted in powdered sugar.

Leona Kingscholar

You should’ve known better than to think you could sneak through the kitchen without waking Leona — he always slept with one ear open, especially when your scent passed by. “Oi, herbivore. Thought you could have snacks without me?” he drawled, appearing shirtless in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes. You grinned, caught red-handed with a bag of spicy chips. “I was gonna share... if you asked nicely.” That’s all it took before the two of you were sprawled on the dorm balcony, the cool breeze brushing over your bare arms as Leona nibbled from your hand.

You curled into his lap, stealing one of his chips and popping it in your mouth. “You taste better, though,” you said teasingly, giving him a peck on the jaw. Leona chuckled low in his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you nestle into him like you belonged there — which, to him, you did. “Tch. You’re lucky you’re cute.” Midnight snack runs became nightly rituals, where sleepy touches, playful kisses, and warm comfort filled the spaces between yawns and shared food.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had nearly dropped his ledger when he spotted you sneaking cookies under your robe like a mischievous ghost. “You’ll ruin your appetite, my pearl.” he warned, but the concern in his voice was more affectionate than disapproving. You blinked up at him innocently, cookie crumbs on your lip, and replied, “But I missed you. Midnight snack dates are our thing now, remember?” Azul sighed in defeat and soon joined you outside, wrapping his cloak around both of you against the sea breeze as you shared pastries under the moon.

You snuggled into his side, your arms linked with his, and looked up with sleepy eyes. “I love this. It feels like we’re the only ones awake in the world.” Azul’s heart swelled at your words. He kissed the top of your head, his voice soft. “As long as I’m with you, I wouldn’t mind if time froze like this.” The romantic ambiance, with soft laughter and shared bites of treats, became a comforting tradition — one Azul would never dare put in the rules ledger.

Jamil Viper

Jamil raised a brow when he caught you rummaging through the pantry, balancing dried fruit and crackers like a sleepy bandit. “Midnight heist?” he asked dryly. You gave him a sheepish grin and offered him a piece. “Only if you're my partner in crime.” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t resist the charm in your sleepy voice. Moments later, the two of you were seated cross-legged on the balcony, the stars reflecting in your eyes as you shared dates and secret smiles.

You clung to his side, fingers lazily tracing circles on his arm. “You're always so calm. I like it. Makes me feel safe,” you mumbled into his shoulder. Jamil chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “Then I’ll stay right here,” he murmured. It became your quiet sanctuary — a moment free from duty or expectation. In the stillness of the night, the only things that mattered were the snacks between you and the warmth of being wrapped in Jamil’s embrace.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had every right to scold you when he caught you with a chocolate bar at midnight — he did have your diet planned meticulously, after all — but one look at your guilty, clingy pout and he sighed with dramatic flair. “Fine. But only if we balance it with tea. And I get half.” So you ended up curled together on the balcony in matching silk robes, sharing dark chocolate and fresh fruit beneath the stars. You watched him sip delicately, the moonlight turning him almost celestial.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist with a content hum. “You’re so pretty it’s unfair. Like you stepped out of a fairytale.” Vil gave a soft laugh, brushing your hair back fondly. “And you’re hopelessly clingy darling. But I don’t mind.” Your secret rendezvous turned into romantic rituals — bites of sweet things, whispered praises, and forehead kisses exchanged like vows beneath the night sky.

Idia Shroud

Idia nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you at the fridge, illuminated like a ghost in the glow. “Y-you scared me! I thought you were a wraith or something!” You chuckled, holding out a pudding cup like a peace offering. “I come bearing tribute for the ghost king of snacks.” Blushing furiously, Idia followed you to the balcony, his blanket trailing behind like a cape. He brought his tablet for ambient music, and you brought snacks — the perfect recipe for cozy chaos.

You plopped into his lap, nestling under the blanket with him, and he tensed for a second before melting into your hold. “You always crash my system, y’know,” he muttered, cheeks burning as he let you bury your face in his shoulder. “Good. I wanna be your favorite bug,” you whispered. He groaned at the pun, but the way his arms tightened around you said everything. These quiet, messy midnight dates were the few times he didn’t mind logging off from the world — because you were better than any game.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus blinked with gentle amusement when he found you tiptoeing with a plate of sandwiches. “A nightly feast, my dear?” he asked with a curious tilt of his head. You grinned, grabbing his hand. “Only if you join me, Mal” His smile warmed the night, and soon you were seated together on the tallest tower balcony, with pastries, finger food, and fae-safe tea. Fireflies danced around you as if blessing the moment, and Malleus gazed at you like you’d hung the stars yourself.

You sat in his lap, arms draped around his neck, feeding him a bite of a sandwich with a giggle. “We should do this forever. Just you, me, and starlight snacks.” Malleus gently held your waist, his voice soft and reverent. “As long as you desire it, I shall never leave your side.” The nights grew sacred with each shared smile and stolen kiss. It became your cherished tradition — a dragon prince and his beloved, bound by warmth and midnight cravings.

Listen. I know Octavinelle is an underwater dorm. I know they technically shouldn't have a balcony. BUT for the sake of the plot?? For the slow burn yearning while moonlight glints off the seafoam?? We're giving them a balcony.

but I love this mini fic so much. Let me know if you want other characters as well~

[sugardollcurse]

HEY ITS UR BESTIE💥💥

I saw a gif of George smoking on Twitter and it made me go crazy so I would like to request some smut with George that involves shotgunning maybe? I just hate that the Beatles look really good when they smoke 😩😩

𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 | george harrison x reader

𐙚 contains ; nsfw!! minors dni! female anatomy, shotgunning

𐙚 summary ; it’s late, george has a joint, you’ve got your legs in his lap. things escalate the way they always do: with smoke, smirks, and that filthy mouth of his.

𐙚 note ; you are so RIGHT for this. george smoking and that lazy lil smirk?! BUSSAANUUUTTT!! i’d ruin my life!!! ARGG!!!

It’s after midnight when he pulls the joint from behind his ear like a magician revealing his final trick, sly grin catching the low light.

You’re cross-legged on the floor in one of his shirts, legs bare, feet cold on the old rug. His fingers are in your hair, lazy. He likes touching you when he’s high. Likes touching you when he’s not. Either way, you end up in his lap more often than not.

George flicks the lighter with a little snap of his thumb and leans back against the old sofa with a satisfied groan. His hair's falling into his eyes, a little damp at the nape. His shirt’s unbuttoned halfway down, collar loose, chest showing just enough to distract you.

“Y’ever done this?” he asks, cocking a brow as he brings the joint to his mouth, lighting it. “Properly, I mean.”

You blink. “Weed?”

He exhales. The smoke curls out in lazy streams, curling around his tongue. He lets it drift toward the ceiling. “Shotgunnin’.”

You cough out a laugh. “Like kissing?”

“Sort of.” He takes another drag, long and deep, holds it in his lungs, then reaches out and hooks a finger under your chin. His voice is velvet-dark. “Let me show you.”

You let him pull you in, knees sliding across the rug until you're between his thighs. His hand cups your jaw, thumb tracing your cheek.

“Open,” he says.

You do.

He leans in close, nose brushing yours, and exhales directly into your mouth. You inhale out of instinct, your lips parting wider around the breath he gives you, warm and thick with smoke. It tastes like him, sharp and earthy and faintly minty from his gum.

His mouth is still there when you breathe out, lips ghosting yours. The contact lingers. He watches you, eyes half-lidded.

“There y’go,” he murmurs. “Not bad, eh?”

You shake your head a little, dizzy from the rush and the heat. “Do it again.”

He grins, slow and knowing.

The next time, he presses his mouth to yours as he exhales, proper now, the kiss lingering as the smoke fills your chest. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth on the exhale and lets it go with a little tsk.

“You’re gonna make me fuckin’ wreck you if you keep lookin’ at me like that,” he mumbles, hand dropping to your thigh.

Your voice comes out hoarse. “Who says I’m not already wrecked?”

His mouth twitches. Then he sets the joint down in the ashtray on the windowsill, not even bothering to stub it out. His attention’s fully on you now, his eyes flicking down to your lips, then to your neck, your bare thighs bunched under his shirt.

“You sittin’ there in my clothes, beggin’ for it with your eyes, what am I meant to do, eh?” he asks, rough now, one hand dragging slowly up your inner thigh. “You gettin’ off on it? Bein’ smoked out?”

You nod without thinking. He laughs under his breath, but it sounds more like a growl. His hand reaches the hem of the shirt, fingers skating up under it, warm and calloused.

“God, you’re unreal. Warm everywhere.“

You whimper when he touches you properly. His palm cups you through your underwear, firm pressure making your hips jump. His fingers are cold against the thin fabric. He grins, filthy.

“You are wet. Knew it.”

He shifts on the couch, spreading his thighs wider. His hands find your waist and tug you forward until you're straddling his lap, breath coming fast.

You rut against him, shameless. He’s hard in his trousers, and the friction sends heat racing through your spine.

But then he pauses, one hand slipping to your lower back to still you, the other moving down between your bodies, his brow furrowed with something more urgent now. “Hold on.”

He leans back just enough to unfasten his trousers, quick and practiced, lifting his hips to shove them down along with his briefs. His cock springs free, flushed and already wet at the tip from how long he’s been grinding against you through all that teasing. He kicks the pants off completely, a little clumsily, with one heel catching on the fabric for a second before they fall forgotten to the floor. Then he’s bare beneath you, hot skin against yours, not even a whisper between you now.

“There,” he breathes, exhaling like it’s a relief. His eyes drag over your body like he’s memorizing the view.

He yanks your shirt over your head, “Off,”

The cotton bunches under your arms for a moment, dragged clumsily over your head, and then you’re bare before him in the amber haze of his flat, skin flushed from heat and smoke and the way his eyes are raking over every inch of you like he’s starving. His pupils are blown wide. He doesn’t even try to hide the way his gaze drags down your chest to your stomach, your thighs straddled over his, the sharp hitch in your breath.

He exhales hard through his nose, reverent. “Look at you...”

His hands find your stomach, thumbs grazing upward until his palms cup your chest, gentle at first, then more possessive. He’s got that look again, quiet and intense, like you’re not even real, like he can’t quite believe you’re letting him touch you.

You lean in and press your mouth to his, slow, at first. Not demanding. You kiss him like you’re trying to feed him something warm. He breathes through his nose, arms wrapping tight around your waist, and it’s only when you grind your hips down over the hard line of his cock that he breaks the kiss with a moan.

“Y’drive me mad when you do that,” he mumbles against your jaw, teeth grazing.

You do it again, on purpose, and his head drops to your shoulder as his hips buck once, involuntary. You feel the tremor in his thighs beneath you.

“I’m gonna take these off,” he mutters, already pushing at your underwear. “Right now.”

You lift yourself up just enough for him to pull the last of the fabric down and off. Then you’re skin to skin, his hands on your hips, and your breath catches when the head of his cock brushes the inside of your thigh.

He doesn’t move to fuck you yet. Just sits there, breathing heavily, eyes tracing every inch of you like he’s afraid he’ll forget. His fingers rub slow circles into your hips.

“You alright?” you ask, voice small.

His eyes flick up to meet yours. He nods.

“Just…” He swallows. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous like this. Can’t believe I get to have you.”

Your heart clenches.

And then he grins, all mischief again. “Can’t believe you’re naked in my lap and still let me get high first.”

You laugh, sharp and warm. “You’re the one who started it.”

He reaches for the joint again, wedged in the ashtray on the sill. Lights it, takes a long drag, his head tilted back just enough to expose his throat. There’s a thin sheen of sweat there, glinting in the dim light.

You lean forward, hand curled around his neck, and tilt his face to yours.

His mouth quirks. He leans in and exhales slowly between your parted lips, hot smoke curling down your throat, into your chest. You choke on it slightly, cough once into the kiss, and he smiles against your mouth.

“Not used to takin’ it like that, eh?”

You narrow your eyes and lick his bottom lip, slow and deliberate. “Try me.”

That gets a groan out of him.

He sets the joint aside once again and suddenly grips your waist, guiding you upward. The heat of his cock nudges your entrance, thick, flushed, slicked already from how long he’s been grinding up against you.

You sink down slow, inch by inch, and his face breaks.

His mouth falls open, brows knit tight. “Oh, Jesus,”

You both stay still once you’re seated fully, breath trembling. He’s so deep it aches. You can feel his heart beating against your chest, fast and heavy.

Your hips roll. He gasps.

You start moving then, slowly, deliberately, riding him with a rhythm that makes your whole body sing. George’s hands grip your waist like he’s anchoring himself, guiding your movements just enough to drive himself crazy.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps. “Gonna ruin me.”

You smile through your panting. “Maybe that’s the idea.”

His head tilts back against the couch, throat exposed. You lean forward and suck at the base of his neck, leaving teeth and spit behind. His moan rips through the room.

Your rhythm builds. The slap of skin on skin. The soft creak of the couch. The obscene sound of you both, slick and loud and utterly unbothered by the world outside.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he groans. “Squeezin’ me like you want to make me come first.”

You nod, dizzy with it. “I do.”

You cry out as his fingers find your clit again, slick and aching, and rub in tight, desperate circles, no preamble, no tease, just pressure and intent. Your body jerks like a livewire under him, your thighs trembling where they’re spread wide over his hips, and your nails dig harder into his shoulders, half in reflex, half to anchor yourself as the pleasure coils in your gut like a fuse burning fast toward detonation.

He feels it. Hears it in your breath going ragged. Sees it in your eyes, glazed and fluttering.

“C’mon,” he pants, mouth hot and damp against your jaw, his thrusts going ragged and deep, cock dragging over every swollen nerve inside you. “Come on my cock. Come for me, yeah?”

You try to answer, but your throat won’t obey, only a breathless moan escapes, high and breaking. Your stomach clenches. Then the dam bursts.

It slams through you, full-body, spine arching, thighs tightening around his waist, pussy clamping down around him so tight he nearly sobs.

Your voice is cracked, lost in the wave cresting through you. You shake as it hits, hips jerking helplessly, every nerve lit and sparking. You don’t come, you're torn apart by it. Pleasure snaps and floods, fast and hard, overwhelming.

George doesn’t stop. Not for a second. His fingers keep working your clit, slick with your come now, and his cock keeps thrusting into your pulsing cunt like he’s chasing your orgasm into the very center of you, like he wants to grind it deeper, make it last.

You moan again, this time more guttural, overstimulated, legs shaking. He fucks through it, voice low and wrecked in your ear.

“You’re squeezin’ me so tight-bloody hell, you’re still comin’, aren’t you?”

You nod, more of a twitch, really, and he laughs, low and breathless, mouth open against your cheek.

“You’re perfect."

You can’t move, limp and boneless now, gasping. But he’s relentless. He grabs your hips, slick fingers sinking in, and fucks up into you with a new kind of urgency, fast and filthy and deep enough to punch the air from your lungs. You groan, brain molten, still twitching from aftershocks.

“You gonna let me fill you up now?” he mutters, teeth grazing your cheek, his voice all gravel and heat.

You nod again, weak, eyes rolling back.

He groans as he chases his own edge, every muscle straining, his thrusts turning erratic, hips jerking up into you with raw, gasping intensity.

He spills inside you with a shout, hips bucking, cock throbbing deep in your cunt as he fills you up, thick and hot. He bites into your shoulder to muffle the sound, growling low as he empties himself in pulsing waves.

You both shudder together, bodies clinging, sweat-slick and trembling.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just holds you there, buried deep, breath ragged against your neck. His arms loop tight around your back, as if afraid to let you go, like he’s still feeling you from the inside.

You collapse against him, cheek to his chest, the rhythm of his heart hammering under your ear.

He kisses your temple, soft now. Reverent.

The room smells like sex and weed and sweat. The joint’s ember still glows faintly in the ashtray, forgotten. Everything around you hums with the thick, slow buzz of too much, too much pleasure, too much need, too much love.

You breathe in. Exhale with a shaky laugh. Your cunt’s still fluttering around him, twitching with the echo of your orgasm.

“Wanna do it again,” you mumble, voice wrecked and dreamy.

George lets out a strangled laugh, pulling you closer like you’re his favorite drug.

“Let me catch my fuckin’ breath, you ruddy maniac.”

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[solarstranger]

a/n. i'm starting to realize it's impossible to write anything but angst and/or hurt/comfort when you're just starting to explore one's characterization because of all the data on one's internal conflicts and cognitive functions. shouto is a very daunting character to tackle, and while i did as much research as i could into his psyche, i'm still half-and-half about my approach with him (get it?). still, i hope you enjoy this! (1.1k)

in hindsight, shouto would’ve probably slept through the entire duration of the car ride and then some if it weren’t for the begrudging ‘oi’ that he didn’t quite catch, followed by the not-so-friendly, sobering punch to the shoulder that he did catch—effectively startling him awake, much to his drunken chagrin.

“i’m not asking you again,” comes the ash-blonde’s familiar warning not even a second later, although shouto knows better than to rush himself to get out and into what seems to be his condominium complex in his inebriation. even in his intoxicated haze, it’s obvious which would grant him more of a deafening earful between being a slowpoke and puking over his close friend’s brand-new porsche.

still, nobody said he wouldn’t get one either way, although he supposes he’s lucky bakugou’s only muttering something about his “fucking” luck being the designated driver for tonight instead of shouting expletives in his sensitive, already-throbbing-from-the-alcohol ears.

“thanks,” shouto mumbles more to himself than bakugou as he scoops his backpack from the backseat, careful not to make any sudden, mind-shifting movements lest he ends up hitting two dynamight-shaped birds with one stone.

“whatever. it’s nothing,” comes the ash-blonde’s relatively good-natured reply, a seemingly harmless retort that any ordinary person would look past—although shouto surmises he’s far from being ordinary, and that bakugou is anything but effortlessly good-natured.

which could only mean one thing—

“shouto.”

despite himself, and the fact that he saw this coming from about three meters away, shouto tenses in his seat.

“…what,” the half-and-half hero eventually manages to get out, not stopping his shifting to gather his belongings. he needs to get the fuck out of here—asap.

“you know i don’t like being all up in anybody’s fucking business,” bakugou starts—cautious—and it takes everything in shouto not to further stiffen at the former’s introductory spiel. still, he forces out a grunt as he hurriedly stuffs his phone into his bag’s front pocket.

any minute now.

“and i hate that i have to be the one to fucking ask this, but—” the ash-blonde sighs, shaking his head, before fixing his gaze firmly onto the bi-eyed male. “is everything okay at home?”

shouto barely bites back a choke.

thankfully, he manages to gather his bearings quicker than he’d usually expect from himself in this state. “of course.”

at that, bakugou’s features twitch ever so minutely, as if trying to fight back a frown. similarly, shouto resists the urge to unlock the door and bolt—to where, he doesn’t know.

the ash-blonde opens his mouth to say something, although whatever he was planning to state dies in his throat because he visibly hesitates, before pulling his lips into a tight line.

“if you say so,” bakugou finally shrugs—resigned—turning his torso towards the steering wheel. “now, get the fuck out of here.”

it takes shouto approximately three minutes of frustrated silence to find his key, insert it into the hole, and finally unlock the door knob—a fact that he’d normally not get embarrassed by—just slightly bothered, maybe, if he were alone.

something he realizes he most definitely isn’t—the moment his eyes land on the couch.

or, rather, the image of you curled up comfortably on the couch, your tired face regrettably turned towards him.

jesus. when did you looking at him start becoming something regrettable?

“shouto?”

“y-yeah, it’s me,” the pro-hero finds himself saying anyway, before toeing off his shoes by the foyer and dropping his backpack on the floor. and, before he can talk himself out of it, he quietly steps towards your spacious living room, until he’s kneeling right in front of where you’re lying, still wordlessly looming over your bent frame despite already being on his knees.

the instant he arrives at the position, though, he realizes his rookie mistake.

“have you been drinking?” you suddenly ask, at—probably, the first whiff of him—lips that were once formed into an unsure smile now turned downwards, before propping yourself further upright on your elbow.

and, because there’s not much he can say to that but the full and honest truth, shouto nods.

your frown, however, only deepens. “i-is it because of what i said earlier today?”

at the mention of this morning, shouto bristles, a reaction that unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed by you, who only stares at him, lethargy long tossed out of the metaphorical window, and what were once drowsy eyes now wide awake.

“shouto,” you try again, finally stirring to sit up, “when i said that, i didn’t mean to—”

“i know,” he cuts you off before he can think better against it, not sure exactly what he’s asserting he knows.

he could guess, although theorizing why you suggested you start doing couples therapy isn’t exactly his idea of a fun time at the moment.

nor is the foreboding—not to mention terrifying—thought that he’s becoming his father’s son, and that your relationship is as doomed to fail as his parents’.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but i can tell it’s not something good.”

surprised, shouto looks up to meet your gaze, his bewilderment only increasing tenfold when he merely finds you peering fondly at him, as if he didn’t just hurt you with his unintentional callousness earlier this morning when you brought up the suggestion, or with everything else that has led you to the suggestion in the first place, which—frankly—he’s not exactly ready to face at present.

“i got you, didn’t i?” you grin—despite the situation—and shouto finds himself relaxing at the sight of you, even more so when you reach out to cup his cheek, nestling further into your hold like this morning didn’t just happen.

you probably stay that way for a few minutes—with shouto’s big hands planted firmly on your blanketed hips while yours caress his smooth cheeks—at least, up until shouto shifts on his knees and clears his throat.

“i-i’m sorry,” he begins, voice gruff with disuse, focus downcast, “that i went drinking again.”

“i know.”

“i g-guess your proposition just took me by surprise,” shouto finds himself admitting, absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles on your clothed flesh—perhaps more to ground himself than anything.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you by bringing that up,” you murmur honestly, shaking your head. “i only want what i think is best for us. always.”

“i know,” shouto nods, before leaning in to press a soft peck on your lips. “me, too, love. me, too.”

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[astnmartn]

ice cream for two

pairing: mv1 x reader

summary: drunk home invasions and chance meetings

notes: 1.6k words. 2 of my favorite small prompts in one! I wrote this on a whim so my apologies if smth doesn’t make sense! 😞

The only question your sleepy self could conjure up was, where am I?

Sitting up on your couch you look down to realize you are in last night's outfit, heels kicked off somewhere else in the room. Yawning you stand up and stretch your limbs. Almost like a cat, you think to yourself, watching a spotted cat walk up to you curiously.

Your brain barely registers what's happening before the cat starts rubbing itself against your legs affectionately.

You don't have cats. You're mildly allergic. So, why the hell was there a very cute cat in your apartment?

You look around the apartment and confirm your suspicions. This isn't your apartment. As if on cue, two more cats stroll out from what you assume is a bedroom. One identical to the first and the third, a white kitten.

You barely take a second to admire how cute they are before you scramble to grab your heels and find your phone. It takes everything in you to not pet all three of them as you hurry.

You find your purse and don't bother to put on your heels. You figure you'll be faster without them. You internally freak out as you try to find the front door.

Finally, you let out a sigh of relief as you reach the front door. Twisting the knob of the already unlocked door, a loud crash sounds from from behind you.

Slowly turning your head toward the sound you see a wide-eyed frightened man staring back at you, his cell phone on the floor. The man rubs his eyes once, twice, and then a third time to make sure he isn't dreaming.

He opens his mouth to speak and closes it again in shock as you stare at each other. The cats are behind him staring between the two of you.

You break the silence. "It's not what it looks like!"

"What is it supposed to look like?! You broke into my home!" He spat in disbelief, accent thick.

"I didn't break in! I don't even know how I got in the first place, and I was leaving!" You said, attempting to defend yourself. Though, it was in vain. This was impossible to defend.

As he thinks of how to respond, his eyes widen in realization. Lando had left the door open after he left their midnight FIFA session. Lando had told him, but out of pure laziness, he didn't bother. He drags his hands down his face and groans loudly.

After a moment he mumbles "Just go." With his head in his hands.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you run out of there as fast as possible and don't look back.

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Human interaction was the last thing you needed right now.

It was cold, too cold for just a shirt and sweatpants. You were hungry and needed a late-night snack, quick. The streets of Monaco were relatively calm at midnight aside from bass bumping from three streets down.

You walk down the sidewalk, walking past drunk couples, groups of friends, and the occasional midnight runner.

After a few minutes, you finally make your way inside the supermarket and its automated sliding doors. The bright white lights are a painful contrast to the dark blue of the night sky.

You make your way toward the ice cream aisle, ignoring the stares from the exhausted cashier workers. You open the fridge, reaching for the first pint that grabs your attention: cookie dough. The last one. You smile to yourself.

"Excuse me, is that the last one?" A familiar accent sounds from beside you.

Turning your head toward the sound slowly you wince as you see the owner of the voice.

A man. The same man whose apartment you drunkenly broke into.

He looks at you for an answer and lingers on your face for far too long. He realizes it then.

"It's you. The one that broke into my apartment." His voice is flat, unsurprised, depleted even.

You sigh and start to walk to the cashier. He follows behind you. "Small world. And, I didn't mean to! Like I said I don't even know how I got there in the first place. Wait- why are following me?" You halt and turn around.

"That was the last one. You owe me." He says pointing at the tub in your hands.

"I don't owe you anything." As you say that you realize what a lie that is. He didn't yell or call the authorities. At the same time, you visually aren't much a of threat.

"Fine. Take it," you say, reluctantly placing the pint in his hands. You walk past him to grab another one. Again, he follows after you. Before you can open the fridge again he reaches for your arm

"No, don't. We can share it. If you want to." he hesitantly lets go of your arm as your eyes lock onto his green ones.

You close the fridge and glare at him. "Fine. But you're paying."

At that, he smiles shyly. "Of course." The both of you make your way toward the cash register. You awkwardly stand beside him as he pays for the ice cream.

The night air hits you as the pair of you walk out of the supermarket. You shudder at the cold, placing your arms around you. He takes notice of this.

"Here." He starts and hands you his jacket. You take the jacket in your arms. It's plain, black, and very soft. You wrap yourself in it quickly trying to escape the sting of the cold. You look up and he's still watching. You mutter a thanks under your breath.

He nods, lips pursed. He looks around for a place to sit. Luckily, there's a bench near the dock a few steps ahead, he heads toward it and you follow.

You feel the much stronger and heavier breeze as you sit on the bench. He sits beside you and places his other market bags down.

He pulls out a spoon from his pocket, you don't question but your stare says otherwise. "Don't ask." He smiles. You catch yourself smiling as well.

He opens the pint painfully slowly. You watch as his spoon digs into the frozen treat and as he takes the first bite. You don't know why but it's almost hypnotizing.

He glances at you with furrowed brows. "What?" He questions after he gulps down his bite and holds out the spoon toward you.

You hope the night masks the blush creeping onto your face. "Nothing. It's just...how am I supposed to share a spoon with you if I don't even know your name?"

"Max. My name is Max." He answers.

"Max...?" You push.

The man who you now know as Max, puts his finger to his lips with a smile and takes another spoonful of the ice cream.

Playfully rolling your eyes you take the spoon and scoop a bite for yourself.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to tell me your name now," Max says, slouching on the bench, his eyes locked on yours. Gulping down your bite and meeting his eye, you tell him your name. In the silence of the night, Max recites your name under his breath.

You shift in your seat. You're not sure if it's the cold or the way he says your name that makes you shiver.

Both, you think.

The two of you sit there passing the tub of ice cream back and forth and listening to the waves crashing.

After about an hour, the spoon hits the bottom of the plastic cup. The both of you look at each other and quietly laugh.

Max gets up from the bench first, he stretches and looks down at you on the bench he extends a hand politely to help you up. You accept it and find that his hand has an abnormally firm grip.

With his eyes on yours, Max smiles. "Let me walk you home—your real home, " he chuckles. There's no pressure in the way he says it. Though, in this moment, you'd go anywhere if he asked.

You hesitate for a second, looking around at the dark empty streets.

"Okay." You smile.

Max smiles as well. Maybe too hard for someone he had just properly met. Max allows you to lead the way at first, then after a while the both of you start walking in step.

In the quiet of the night you share soft conversation, asking each other about your dreams, careers, and families.

You learn that Max is Dutch and a big family man.

You also learn that he is a car driver. He didn't specify which kind but you didn't want to ask too many questions. Mostly because you didn't want to pry, and also because you were already at the front step of your apartment building.

"This is me." You say with a straight face. You're a little sad that your night with Max has come to an end. You hope that he's just as disappointed as you are.

He nods politely, an awkward smile etched onto his lips.

"When can I see you again?" He asks lifting an eyebrow as you walk up the steps of your building.

Halting, you look back and reply, “Depends. How much do you wanna see me?" You grin.

“A lot,” Max replied quickly. “Too much for someone I barely know.”

You laugh softly. "I didn't expect that. But, me too."

"I didn't expect to feel it." He confesses. "Let me take you out. Properly, this time. No pressure."

"I'll take you up on that."

Max grins.

This time with the newfound confidence of having taken a chance.

[fazcinatingblog]

One night was washed out with heavy rain, the next night was too dangerous, and now the hurricanes decide to just pack it all in for not much???? Big bash is dead.

[nanamisgirly]

taking a shower is impossible ྀི

“suguru…”

you're bare, pressed against your very much naked husband under hot water, and all you want is to scrub your scalp peacefully. not to be pinned against his chest, which—yes, feels divine—but is not helping your situation.

“you always do this,” you sigh, smiling despite yourself.

“well, it's important isn't it? bonding with your wife, not letting the flame die between us.” he leans down, nose brushing yours.

“suguru, we just had sex this morning. i just wanna wash my hair, you're making this impossible…” his hands move up your sides, then down again, sliding over the curve of your hips. he just never stops. “you know i can't wash properly when you're stuck to me like this,” you mumble, trying and failing to tilt back.

water rushes over your shoulders, geto doesn't bother budge an inch—he only reaches behind you to grab his shampoo, “then let me do it.” he says not letting you protest as he squeezes the bottle, letting the luxury spill into his palm. “y'know mine's better anyway.”

“i don't wanna smell like cologne,” you mumble under your breath, your nose scrunching. it wasn't unusual for your husband to shampoo your hair—or to sneak his fancy products into your routine—but it was always funnier when he didn't know. not like he cared, he loooves when you smell like him. plus, the man had long, thick, silky black hair—any woman would sell her soul for strands like his—so it was only fair, right?

he clicks his tongue, “it's sandalwood and vanilla." he insists, “it's classy. it's sensual. it's the reason old ladies flirt with me at the farmer's market.”

you roll your eyes. “because your hair's shiny and look like a myth.”

“and i fuck like one.” he winks, all smugness and sin.

“suguru.” you try to scold, pinching his nipple barbells. he lets out a dramatic squeal that turn into a laugh. his smile falters just slightly as his soapy fingers start to scrub your scalp. 

and it was all cute and tease until you feel it—his cock twitches, pinned between your matching belly piercings. (a stupid VERY IMPORTANT detail you both got on a trip years ago—his dark stud with your initial and yours, a delicate charm that curves to match his.)

“every time,” you whisper “you say it’s about hair, and every time, you get hard five seconds in.”

“correction,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m hard before we step in. this just… makes it worse.”

his hands drift—long fingers sliding down the back of your neck, down your spine, until he’s grabbing a handful of your ass with a soaked slap. you squeak. “sugu—!”

“shh,” he hums, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and wet and open. “just let me love you a little. you feel so good like this. so warm, so soft—” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hitching. “…i can’t stop touching you.”

his lips drag to your jaw, nipping gently. he lathers up again, and this time, his hands come to your chest—slippery palms gliding over your breasts like he’s trying to memorize them through touch alone.

“i’m being helpful,” he says too innocently, voice low, soaked in need. “just a loving husband washing his pretty wife.”

“totally normal,” you manage, barely able to breathe.

“perfectly respectful,” he hums, thumbing over your nipples until they pebble, then dipping down to mouth at one—open kisses on wet skin.

“this is—ngh—this is not how showers work.”

“this is exactly how ours work.”

[slut4megantheestallion]

୨୧Sukuna being weirdly infatuated by his human girlfriend (sfw)

cw: fluff, possessive behavior, sukuna being a menace, light darkish yandere undertones, mild language.

It started off with the weird weight of his stare.

You've gotten used to it by now-almost. The way his gaze settles on your sleeping face like a hand, heavy and hot and impossibly still. He watches you like he's dissecting something, like he's trying to unravel you with his eyes. Sometimes, you wake up with a jolt, and he's already leaning over you, arms folded, face unreadable.

"You're twitchy," Sukuna mutters, voice low and scratchy like something old. "Guilty conscience?"

You don't bother answering. You're used to his comments, the way they hover between teasing and threat.

Tonight, though, he's extra... weird. Not in a violent way - those days are specific, intentional, but in that offbeat way he gets when he forgets what being human is like.

He's sitting at the edge of the futon, one hand resting on your thigh. His fingers tap- annoying, steady. When you peek one eye open, you find him already looking down at you. Eyes glowing faintly in the dim room.

"You're not that interesting, y'know," he says.

"Then stop caring," you grumble, voice rough with sleep.

He grins. That slow, unhurried curve of sharp teeth and something more sinister than amusement.

"I could. But then I might miss how stupid your face looks when you sleep." His hands lifts, and suddenly, he's poking your cheek. Hard.

You flinch. "Sukuna-!"

He presses again. Now both fingers, tugging your cheek like you're some stress ball. "You're soft. It's weird. I don't like it," he says flatly, even as he keeps doing it.

You swat at his hand, but he catches your wrist easily, pins it to the bed beside you. His grip is warm - too warm. Heat coils off of him like a furnace, a reminder that he's not like anything that should exist in this world.

"You have so many expressions," he mutters, gaze dragging over your face. "It's exhausting."

"Then leave."

"No." His reply is instant. Lazy but final. "You're mine."

You stare at him, and he just shrugs like it's the most casual statement in the world. Possession, obsession - it's not romantic with him. It's primal. He looks at you like a dragon cluled around treasure it doesn't understand. He doesn't love you the way a man should.

But still... he stays.

His hand slides to your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. He leans closer, like he's trying to memorize the tiny details of your face, skin, the way your lashes flicker with each blink. You feel the slow curl of his breath when he exhales near your mouth.

"I could crush you," he says softly, almost thoughtfully. "Break every part of you and put you back together wrong. You'd still look at me like that."

You don't respond. You're not sure how to respond to something like that.

He tilts his head, studying you. Then, with zero warning, he pinches your nose.

"What the fu-Sukuna!"

"Just checking," he says, snickering. "Wanted to make sure you weren't a corpse. You're so still sometimes."

You roll over, trying to shove your face into the pillow. He let's you, but you can still feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Like the heat of a fire that won't die out

"Go to sleep, freak," you mumble.

"You're calling me a freak?" He laugh, voice echoing in the low-lit silence. "You're the one who sleeps like a baby next to the King of Curses. You've got issues, woman."

His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your temple. Gentle, too gentle. It doesn't match the way he talks or looks or breathes.

"I could watch you forever," he mutters, barely above a whisper now. "And maybe I will. So don't die on me."

You blink slowly, eyes closing again. There's no real comfort in his words - only a strange, twisted kind of promise.

You drift off, eventually, despite the awareness of his presence. The weight of his stare doesn't fade, but his touch becomes still. He watches.

He always watches.

And even when you sleep, sukuna is still there. Like a curse that chose you.

[kageyuh]

caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 1

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, glasses armin, catching armin beating his meat, masturbation, kinda nsfw (nothing wild), perverted? roommate armin x reader summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. you've always known he was a nerd, but who knew he was a pervert, too?

armin is a gooner.

you lost count of how many times you caught your glasses-framed roommate mid-sesh, fleshlight in hand, lube at the ready, sat on his desk chair with a hentai open and visible on his monitor.

it has become such a common occurrence, in fact, that you barely even flinch when you swing his door open today to pornographic moans and high pitched noises coming from the screen. the one thing you didn't expect, however, was him moaning your name as he pleasured himself.

you're frozen in place, hand hovering above the door handle as you process what you're hearing. you scooch closer to the wood, ear pressing against it to eavesdrop. but there's nothing but the moans of the characters that are likely gracing his screen with big busts and crevices.

were your ears playing tricks on you? there's no way that armin has a thing for you, right?

you're waiting, pressed against the door, when you hear the padding of footsteps. you stumble forward as the door swings open, revealing a panting, sweaty, and slightly confused armin.

his rectangle glasses are slightly foggy, and he's looking back and forth at you and the door before putting two and two together.

"were you spying on me?" he asks incredulously, stepping back as if he were a cowering rabbit. the horrified look on his face causes you to avoid his gaze.

"no," you lie out your ass, voice rising in pitch. you clear your throat. "i was just about to ask if you wanted to go see that new titan movie."

he's raising an eyebrow at your excuse. "right now?"

"yes, right now." you nod. you pull out your phone with swiftness, eager to change the topic. "next showing starts in 30, so we gotta leave now if we wanna catch it."

he's nodding along, seemingly unconvinced, but agrees. you let out a sigh of relief as he shuts his bedroom door again, mumbling a, 'just give me 5 minutes.'

the evening goes by swiftly, and the incident is pushed to the back of your mind for the rest of the week. armin's ramblings and theories about the series flood your head, and his moans from that day seem to be the least of your worries as midterms approach.

it's only a day before your chemistry exam, and you're approaching your roommate's door to ask him for help with the study packet.

it's closed, as usual, and you lift your knuckles to leave a knock on his door when a pitchy, strained moan makes you stop in your tracks.

"ngh- y/n, fuck..."

your jaw drops. that's not real, is it? before you can think, your hand is turning the doorknob, swinging the door open.

it's a mess. lube on the floor, fleshlight discarded on the desk, tissues scattered across the carpet. you don't even have time to analyze the setting you've just barged into before the blonde-haired boy is stumbling out of his gaming chair, mouth gaping like a fish as he stammers an excuse, hard, reddish cock still exposed in his hand.

"w-what the fuck?!" he's turning away now, attempting to shield his nudity. he's still donning his green top, and he struggles to stuff his cock into his khaki pants as he panics. "don't look!"

you cover your eyes, but an image from the corner of your gaze peaks your curiosity. "armin..." you start, slowly lifting a finger to point at the object. it's tiny, almost hard to miss, but it was stuffed messily into the drawer, causing the face on the polaroid to be exposed. "is that my picture?"

he yelps, hands darting out to snatch the photo from sight, hiding it behind his back. he's fully dressed now, but anxiously avoiding your curious gaze. "that's...private." he says, shifting his weight. "now what do you need? i was clearly in the middle of something."

"no, no." you're shaking your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. you're not going to let him off this time. "you were jerking off to my photo."

armin looks like a child who just got caught with their mother's makeup. he shuffles, eyes trained on the floor. "i wasn't."

you take a step closer to him, and he steps back cautiously. but before he can get any farther, you dart past him, snatching the polaroid from his fingertips.

"hey!" he's jumping, and you're tackled down onto his star-trek bedsheets as he attempts to wrestle the image out of your hands. when you catch a glimpse of it, you gasp.

it's a candid photo of you, short pajama shorts riding up so that the flesh of your ass is peeking out, and you're donned in a thin tank top that leaves little of your cleavage to the imagination. you had been seated at your desk, a mouthful of ramen puffing up your cheeks as you turned to face the sound of the camera with a shocked expression. heat creeps up your cheeks as you shriek. "why do you have this?!"

armin huffs, collapsing over you. "stop..." he grumbles, pushing his face into your chest. "you look hot in that."

his shy demeanor has your expression softening. you reach up to pat his hair soothingly. "it's alright, i'm not mad."

his head darts up in realization, eyes wide. "i swear 'm not a pervert, though!" he's defensive, lifting himself off your chest. "i-it's only because i like you a little!" he's rambling now, squirming in anxiety. "and the feelings will go away, so don't worry..." he trails, noticing your silence. he follows your gaze down to...oh.

his movement had landed you two in a rather precarious position, with your legs spread, him kneeling between them, and his crotch pressing against your core. with an obvious tent, of course, as it was still bulging from his...activities. and now that he's noticed this, his pants almost seem to get a little bit tighter.

also, his hand is on your boob.

he groans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. blush creeps onto his cheeks, and he almost feels like he's going to get a nosebleed from how perverse this scene is.

is this...his lucky pervert moment?

no. nope. nope! he shakes the thought from his head, springing up from the bed and drawing himself away from you. he had lowkey just confessed, and now he's thinking about your body? what a douchebag. he scolds himself internally. "i'm so sorry," he repeats frantically, arms waving in front of him. "i didn't mean to, i'm so sorry, i just--"

you cut him off with a wave of your hand, sitting up on his bed with a laugh. "armin. it's okay, trust me, i know it was an accident. and honestly, you can keep the photo. it doesn't bother me, but..." you eyes trail up his fidgeting figure as he attempts to cover his boner by pulling down his shirt. "will you be okay?" you say pointedly. your gaze is fixated on the bulge in his pants.

"y-yeah." he stutters, sweat dripping down his temple as the heat on his face rises. "sorry, can you get out now? i need to...take care of it." he mumbles ashamedly.

you cock your head curiously. you'd be lying if you said you never had a thing for your nerdy roommate, but all hope had long been lost since you determined his waifus would come before he'd set his sights on any real girls in his life. but now that his interest in you is real and tangible...

in that second, you make a decision.

"want me to help you out?"

part 2 here

a/n: should i continue this? (i will)

banners: the reason why the new issue is xxx is because of the new salesman MY FAVVV LOL

[luvleyshif4]

bf!rafe Cameron x gf!reader

Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she can’t say it cause she’s shy.

Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like ‘princess, baby’ etc…

Authors Note~ Heyy!! I’m kinda trying out a new format so that’s why this looks like what it looks like… also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoy����💗

Pt2

Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.

you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.

"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.

He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.

You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.

"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.

"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."

You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.

He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.

"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.

But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.

Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.

He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.

It's too much. You can't take it anymore.

You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.

He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.

"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.

"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.

His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."

Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for this…and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONE💗

[oreo-creampies]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, slightly suggestive groping (thigh) with toji and mention of his dick being half hard - nothing happens, plenty of gentle kisses, all of them are soft for you why wouldn't they be look at yourself, establish relationship

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Turning your head, muffling your yawn in Kento's chest covered by the softest sweater. "Mm stealing this sweater when you're done with it. You'll get it back when it no longer smells like you." Kento shuts off the TV, setting the remote underneath the side table lamp behind his head.

"How is this? I'll carry you to bed and you can sleep in my sweater. You need to get some good sleep." Yawning in response, tears blurring your eyes. Your jaw aching from how wide your mouth stretches from the sheer force of the yawn.

Slipping the blanket off of you, laying it over the back of the sofa. Kento sits up, wrapping an arm around your waist. Supporting you with a large hand on your ass. "Please, thank you Ken." Looping an arm around his broad shoulders, slipping your fingers into the nape of his sandy blonde hair.

Kento kisses the top of your head. "I love you so much beautiful, thank you for making this place a home. Can't think of going to bed without you by my side." Kissing the side of your head, hugging you tightly.

"I love you too handsome. It wouldn't be a home without you. The scent of your bread, the scent of your cologne lingering in the bathroom." Closing your eyes unable to keep them open anymore. Using all your energy to express, "Your coffee cups, books, house plants, and sweaters, everything. I love you."

Kento holds you with one arm, pulling the covers back. Leaning down, laying you down with care. "I'm deeply in love with you, and I fall again every day and night. With every smile, laugh, hug and kiss." He slips his sweater off, setting it on the edge of the bed next to you.

Slipping his arm underneath your waist and lifting your chest up. You hold your arms up for him to slip his sweater onto you. Before you lay down, Kento covers you in the soft blanket. Lovingly kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips, tucking the blanket in along one side.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Turning off the tv. "You're adorable falling asleep on me, am I comfortable?" Kissing his neck, he softly sighs, tilting his head to the side. Slowly trailing lazy kisses up his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Sliding your fingers through his hair. "The coziest." Gliding his large hand down your back cupping your ass. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Keeping the blanket from slipping when he slowly stands up.

Gently urging you to, "Never let me go, let's cuddle till we have to get out of bed for food. Then you can hug me from behind when I make us some breakfast." Flicking off the living room light. The moonlight coming the patio's glass doors lighting Suguru's way towards the hallway.

You mumble, "Will you feed it to me?" Suguru chuckles, his chest rumbling. Wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you. You're too tired to reciprocate with more than a squeeze of your legs around his waist soaking in Suguru's love.

"Yes my queen can have whatever she wants. You can sit in my lap when I do." Climbing onto the bed, kneeling, sliding the curtain behind the bed's headboard shut. Slipping the throw blanket off of you, setting it balled up on the side table.

Laying down with you on his chest, you barely unwrap your legs, straddling his hips. Deciding Suguru's thick pecs are the perfect pillow. The steady beating of his heart is comforting. Pulling the blanket up over his and yours's body, arranging the pillow underneath his head.

Sliding his hand from your cheeks to your soft thigh. Resting his other hand on your back. "I want to wake up with you sleeping on me like this. You're adorable clinging to me." Kissing the top of your head. "I hope I dream of you. To see your beautiful face eyes closed or open is my personal heaven."

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Flicking on the lamp on the side table near your head. Wrinkling your nose, your lips twisting in disgust at the light piercing through your sleep. "Aw you fell asleep waitin' on me how cute. I tuck ya up in bed, have a few, and then I"ll come lay down." Smiling at Toji's deep voice, taking a moment to process at he said.

Peeling the covers back, his eyes widen. "Fuck I should've gotten here sooner." Squeezing your thigh gripped by the garter belt. "Not only do I get to come home to you, but you look cozy and sexy. My shirt looks surprisingly good with these garters." Lifting you off the soft, holding you to his chest.

Kissing your forehead. "I bet that's 'cause you're the one wearin' 'em." Wrapping your arm around his neck, pressing your face into his hard pec. Softly biting. "'s that for being late. "m sorry like make it up to ya tonight. Won't let you go once; I'll be your big teddy bear." Smiling at Toji, you've missed the comfort of his arms.

Setting you down in bed, flicking on the lamp. "Mm teddy bear, missed you, your meanie being late by six hours. Worried." Toji turns around facing the pile of clothes in the hamper.

Struggle to keep your eyes open, for the sake of watching him peel his tight black shirt off. His thick arms flex, the muscles in his back tensing. Slipping his sweats off, turning around his cock half hard. "Sweetheart I'll always come back to ya, gotta put some more trust in me. Love ya too much doll."

He climbs into bed, pushing his baggy shirt up. "Love ya too teddy bear." Gently taking the garter belt off. Trailing kiss along the inside of your thigh. Throwing them onto the floor.

You slide your fingers through Toji's dark hair. He lifts its head, admiring you in his shirt before flicking off the light. Leaning down kissing your forehead, softly squeezing your hip, pressing his hard body to yours. His weight presses you into the bed momentarily. Rolling onto his back, pulling you into his side.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re defeated, unable to open your eyes. The coziness of your head in his lap, his long fingers gently undoing your curls into a poofy mess. The tv has become a distance hum, the words becoming unintelligible.

Lightly poking your cheek. Smiling down at you admiring your beautiful face. He glances down at your lips. “You're such a sleepy princess!" Leaning down for a gentle, loving kiss. Which partly misses your lips from the angle he's at.

Using all your energy to smile up at him, your eyelids glued shut. "I can take your clothes off, and hold you close so I feel your warm soft body next to mine.” He lifts your head up, gently lying it down on the sofa. Standing up and scooping you up into his arms, holding you to his bare chest.

Satoru croons "You're definitely tired if you're not taking the chance to thank your heroic wonderful boyfriend in kisses when I'm saving you from walking." Slowly turning your head towards his chest and lazily puckering up your lips.

"Mwaaaa!" A yawn stretches out your kissing sound effect. Followed by an exaggerated one from Satoru. "Mwa." Your second one is barely audible.

"Aw beautiful you're making me sleepy too." There is a soft thud from his foot nudging the bedroom door open wider. "I need to show you how to properly cover someone in kisses before I go to bed. So you'll have to stay awake a few minutes longer." Laying you down on your side of the bed.

Climbing on top, straddling your hips, cupping your face. His palm is warm, and the gentle, slow swipes of his thumb are soothing. "Let me see your pretty eyes one more time so I can see them in my dreams." Opening one eye, then another.

Satoru chuckles, "What a beautiful frog my love is! I'd love you if you were a worm. But would you love me if you were a worm, and I was a bird?" When you don't respond within seconds. He cries, "You hate me!" Slipping your fingers into his snow-white hair, and pulling him in for a sleepy, gentle kiss.

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[kissbabie]

sae has a thing for corruption !

when you called your best friend, sae, crying about how your boyfriend cheated on you, he's pissed. deep down, he always thought your boyfriend didn't deserve you. and when you ask to come over to his place, of course he agrees. and when he opens the door, his usual cool facade cracks just slightly because he hates seeing you like this, shaking and upset.

as your best friend, sae lets you in, gently placing a hand on the back of your head as you collapse onto him, kicking the door shut as well. he leads you to the couch-- covering you in blankets and letting you cry it out as you lean onto his side.

sae didn't say anything. in fact, he was pretty silent as you clung onto him. with tear stained cheeks and small sniffles coming out of you, you're still hurt knowing that your boyfriend cheated on you, asking "why didn't he love me enough?"

there's a small pause before sae replies, saying that it's "because he's an idiot."

you only let out another sniffle.

"you deserve better." sae says. his voice is low, calm, and has the tiniest hint of bitterness, something that would've been missed if you weren't paying close attention.

"you always say that." you mumble, face pressed onto his arm.

"because it's true."

at that, you lean back slightly from his arm and look up at him. but sae is staring blankly forward with a bored expression. although when he turns his head a bit and he shifts his gaze from whatever is infront of him to you, his eyes meet yours, causing your breath to hitch as he declares that "if you were mine, i wouldn't even look away."

"..sae?"

"i'm not gonna pretend I haven't thought about it." sae says, his tone suddenly rougher. your heartbeat practically pounded in your ears, shakily responding with "sae.. i'm not- i don't.. I'm just so confused about everything right now.."

sae brings his hand to gently rub your bottom lip. when he leans down closer to you, his lips brush the tiniest bit against yours.

"i know. let me fix it."

deep down, you knew you should have pulled away. it would be wrong to kiss your best friend! but you didn't. when his lips met yours, he kissed you gently and softly, almost as if you would melt if he were any rougher. so you let him kiss you, pressing yourself onto him. as for sae, he groaned in your mouth. he placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you into his lap.

"you don't know what you're doing to me," he mutters after the both of you pull apart from your kiss. "you have no idea how long i've waited to touch you."

all you could do was whimper, telling him that you wanted him to make you forget about your cheating ex boyfriend. everything else was a blur, and before you knew it, your shorts and underwear had came off. his fingers had slid into your leaking pussy, muttering how you were so wet already, asking "you've never been touched like this before, have you?"

you tried to hide your face, but he caught your chin and tilted your head back. "no hiding." he said firmly. your heart was pounding and your cheeks felt hot as he continued pumping his fingers into you, thumb brushing over your clit. it felt so good, you've never felt anything like this, and you were already so whiny and overwhelmed just from his fingers. if you couldn't handle this, how were you going to take his cock?

when you came all over his fingers, making a mess on his hand, he pulled them out. he sweared the mess on your thigh, and then, he grabbed your hips. without much warning, he suddenly pushed his dick into you, causing you to let out a gasp.

"fuck," he groaned, voice raspy. "so fucking tight."

you were barely able to speak. he was so thick, so deep, and it was stretching you out so much.

"never had anyone inside you like this, huh?" he mutters, dragging you a bit over his cock. you shook your head, teary eyed and panting, "no.. just you.."

"good."

as he picked up the pace, bouncing you up and down on his cock, you swore you were losing yourself. your vision became so hazy, and the only thing you could focus on was the wet sounds and slaps of skin meeting skin, the ache of being stretched out, and sae's sharp breaths as his cock made your thighs tremble.

"you love this, don't you?" he breathed, watching your face. "getting ruined by me."

"uhhuhh saeee i love it.. please i can't.. can't.."

"you can." he bluntly states. "look at you, so needy."

sae kept going, and you felt yourself about to come. he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock, one hand going to the back of your hand to pull you down for a kiss as his other hand remained on your waist. "be a good girl and cum."

and you did, whining into his mouth since it was the kind of orgasm that had you shaking and nearly sobbing. sae groaned, still fucking you through it. and when he came, he didn't even flinch. just letting out a small "shit.." as he tightly held your hips, holding you in place and not letting you squirm as he filled you up.

when sae pulled out, the sight of the mess his cock and your pussy made was enough to make dirty, filthy thoughts form and swirl around in his head. he was quiet and calm, but he was always so protective of you. he always wanted you so bad, and every time you got a new boyfriend, he had to pretend not to care about it.

his jaw clenches, thinking how you were so good-- taking all of it and not pushing him away, how you were so messy and fucked out now, and how he wants more.

sae wants to see you beg. he wants to see you on your knees with wide eyes as you take his cock into your mouth. he wants to ruin everything about you, to make you say things that you would never expect to say.

he imagines you asking him to fuck you in public, to see how shame becomes a foreign concept to you, and he imagines you sending him filthy pictures to him when you miss him.

he wants to see the switch flip. from being a good girl to someone so filthy who only ever thinks about getting impaled on his massive cock, keeping all of his cum inside you as you beg for more.

when you whimper, sae finally snaps back to reality. you're looking down at the mess spilling out of your used pussy. but now, you're just as messed up as sae is. you fingers tremble as you reach down to try and stuff everything back inside you.

sae's breathe catches. his cock twitches, and his voice, now so hoarse, asks "what are you doing?"

you look at him with a pouty, almost embarrassed expression, but your fingers don't stop. "it's- it's leaking.."

his eyes darken as he tells you to pull your fingers out. you want to disobey, but you know better so you remove your hand from your pussy.

he puts you back onto his cock. it was so much for you, but he was so hard and big inside you that you wanted him to ruin you for anyone else, just as much as he wanted it.

"i'm not done with you." sae says, eyes darkening.

"i haven't even started."

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[antl3rqueen]

fwb!vi gets jealous and fucks you in a party bathroom

18+

warnings: g!p vi. mirror sex. spanking. degrading.

you and vi had an agreement. you two would occasionally hook up whenever you needed to satisfy your urges. no strings attached and you guys had been doing just that. all was well... until tonight.

you were currently at a party on campus and you were having a great time. you had had a few drinks with your friends and you were now making out with a cute girl. vi was at this party too, watching you make out with some random chick. she shouldn't feel jealous because she's done the same thing countless times before. you guys weren't even a couple. you were just a good fuck for her every once in a while and that was that. but seeing you let some other girl shove her tongue down your throat and possibly let her take you back to your dorm room later? no, vi wasn't about to let that happen.

vi storms over to you and grabs your arm, wordlessly pulling you away from the girl. "what the fuck-" vi tightens her grip on your arm and tugs you upstairs, not giving you a chance to wriggle out of her hold. she pulls you into an empty bathroom, locking the door before she turns around to face you, arms folded over her chest. "what the fuck do you think you're doing, vi? you can't just-"

your words were cut off by her lips on yours, her tongue immediately invading your mouth, almost as if she was claiming your mouth as hers. you melt into the kiss, still feeling a little confused about this but hey you weren't complaining. you had a hot girl kissing you... who would complain?

"you're such a fuckin' slut, you know that?" vi mumbles against your mouth, her fingers moving to unbuckle her belt. vi had never called you a slut before, it weirdly made a warm feeling settle in your lower stomach… "letting some whore shove her tongue down your throat like that. i didn't know your standards were that low." vi grabs your wrists and wraps her belt around them, forcing them to be restrained behind your back. her hands grab onto your hips and spins you around so you were facing the sink. you tug on the restraints and attempt to turn around but vi simply presses down on your back, forcing you to be pinned underneath her. "stay down."

vi's tone was commanding and deeper than usual- it made you want to obey her- so you did. as you lifted your head you're met with the sight of your reflection in the mirror, pressed against the sink with vi standing behind you, unbuttoning her jeans.

"if you wanted to be fucked you should've just said so instead of throwing yourself at the first person who was willing to give you attention." you feel vi hitch the bottom of your dress up your hips and pull your panties to the side, your bare pussy greeting her. vi let out a hum before her hand came down on your ass causing your hips to involuntary jerk at the sudden spank.

"now, be a good girl and let me take care of you, yeah?" vi pulled her jeans and boxers half down, her hard cock springing free. she thrusts her hips forward, burying her cock inside of you to a hilt, not even bothering to give you a warning. no, you didn't deserve a warning.

"f- fuck!" your mouth fell open in an 'o' shape as you felt vi's cock invade your tight pussy, your walls fluttering around her length. she gave you a moment to adjust before she started to thrust her hips forward, fucking you deep.

"mmm, that's it." vi growls as she fucks in and out of you at a fast pace. her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head up so you were forced to watch yourself in the mirror. "look at yourself... look like a fuckin' slut."

all you could do was let out a whine in response and bask in the feeling of vi's cock splitting you open perfectly, making eye contact with yourself in the mirror like vi had told you to. you had never been fucked in this way before and it made you a little concerned at how much you seemed to be enjoying it. you liked having vi bound your wrists, you liked having her call you a slut and you liked having her use your body for her pleasure. it seemed you were learning some things about yourself tonight that you never thought possible.

"such a perfect pussy." vi's other hand collides with your backside again, causing a moan to spill from your lips. "oh, you like that do you? not surprised." she spanks you again, your cheeks flush red from embarrassment at how much you were enjoying this.

"think you can just let other people fuck this pussy, hm?" vi let out a dark chuckle and shook her head, her fingers tightening their grip in your hair, earning a wince from you. the pain only added to your pleasure. "it's mine."

"say it." you felt her thrust deeper, hitting that one particular spot that made your pussy clench around her. her hand met your ass again, your skin starting to turn red from her actions. "go on." spank. "say." spank. "it." spank.

"It's- my pussy is yours, vi!" you were a blubbering, moaning mess underneath her, her cock hitting your g spot deliciously with every thrust. you could tell vi was getting close too because her movements were getting sloppier and her grunts were getting louder.

"that's- hah- that's my good girl." her hand untangles from your hair and drops to rest on your hips, guiding them up and down on her cock. her head falls back as she feels herself ready to cum, her hips snapping into you faster. "yes! fuck- baby!"

vi’s load spills inside of you, filling you up with her seed. her actions cause your own orgasm to tremble over you. she stays inside of you for a short while, slowly fucking you- and herself- through the pleasure. she places a soft kiss on your shoulder and pulls out of you, her gentle actions a stark contrast from her earlier demeanour.

she pulls her boxers and jeans back up, grabs your panties and stuffs them into her pocket- saving them for later- before she tugs your dress back down. she grabs your bound wrists and undoes the belt, freeing your hands.

she grabs your hips and spins you around so you were facing her, her lips finding yours. it was a soft kiss that instantly made your heart flutter. "you're mine, cupcake."

[strayingawayy]

dream a little dream of me...

...the one where chan arrives home just in time to kiss you to sleep.

this one is for @knowbites <333

chan and his big feet try hard, but they're never really quiet. you hear him before the door clicks like it’s trying not to wake the house. considering the house has you and a little black cat inside, it's already up.

you roll over, one eye barely open, the other still dreaming.

there's a rustle, a sigh, the sound of a jacket hitting the back of the chair, a whispered swear under his breath when he hits his toe against a piece of furniture. classic chan.

he enters the space where you lie and immediately steps into the bathroom, fresh clothes tucked under his arm. the shower starts with a soft spray, steam curling under the door like it's saying hi. like it's chan's way of saying he missed you.

you let your arm flop across the empty side of the bed.

warm now, because you always leave the blanket turned down for him.

like a note.

like: come home soon, okay?

he does. eventually. because home means you.

he pads into the room with damp hair and tired bones and that goofy boyish smile that shows up just for you because he knows you're awake.

“hello, mysterious lump in my bed,” he whispers with a giggle.

“are you accepting snuggles or are you strictly here to haunt me?”

you stretch one arm out without opening your eyes.

“bring offerings first.”

“what kind?”

“compliments. forehead kisses. percy.”

the black cat, as if summoned, meows sleepily from the foot of the bed. the kind of meow that says he's disappointed by chan's attempt at keeping it down when he entered the house.

chan gasps.

“betrayed by my own son.”

you giggle, and that’s all it takes for him to crawl under the covers, a little cold and a whole lot adorable, wrapping himself around you like a sloth that missed you all day.

“why do your toes feel like icicles?” you mumble, letting him settle into you.

“because i walked through the tundra to get to you.”

“baby, you parked in the garage.”

“emotionally, it was a tundra.”

you let him press his face into your neck and inhale dramatically.

“you smell like the lavender detergent," you mumble without having to sniff him closely.

“you smell like sleep and the leftover scent of your conditioner. and love. and also possibly… cat fur?”

“he sheds when he’s proud,” you yawn before kissing chan lazily. “you should’ve told him he was handsome.”

“i did. he blinked at me slowly. i think i’m forgiven for the tuna thing from monday," he mumbles against your lips, very dedicated to the kiss and telling you about percy's recent behaviour towards him.

chan shifts closer, lips now brushing the shell of your ear.

“did you miss me or just the foot warmer function?”

“mostly the foot warmer. but also your stupid jokes. and your arms. and that thing where you kiss my shoulder like it’s the most interesting place in the world.”

he kisses your shoulder now, slow.

“it is the most interesting place in the world. all the best dreams start there.”

you giggle again, sleepy and full of that dumb, glowing joy that makes your chest feel fizzy.

he rubs your back lazily, half a circle, then stops before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i told hyunjin i missed your laugh and he told me to write a poem about it and sell it on etsy.”

“i would buy that. do you think it comes with a scented candle?”, you ask against his lips.

“probably in the scent of ‘emotional stability and forehead kisses.’”

“i love you all silly and tired like this.” you whisper, sinking into him as your words start to slur with sleep.

he smiles into your hair, kissing your hairline now. god, this man and his kisses will be the death of you.

“same. now go to sleep before i start reciting sonnets in my worst australian accent.”

you snort, already half gone.

outside, the city hums like background music.

inside, he holds you like a pillow he never wants to give back.

and just before you drift completely, you hear him say, quiet and grinning:

“goodnight, lovebug. dream a little dream of me. featuring lots of making out. and percy.”

you fall asleep with a smile. like you always do when you're in his arms.

[baby-yongbok]

Home By 10

Boyfriend!Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre: Smut [MDNI] - dom!Bang chan x sub!Reader ✦ WC: 2k ✦ Summary: "I'll have her home by 10, sir" turns into "She isn't coming home tonight" ✦ CW: Unprotected sex, kind of rough sex, finger rimming (very light thumb in the ass action. very light), fingering, ass slaps, name used: Chan is referred to as Chris, baby/babygirl, my girl

✦Masterlist✦

Chris who meets your parents for the first time when you're staying at their place while your apartment gets some repairs done. 

Chris who your dad says has the firmest handshake he's ever felt and easily has him smiling seconds after meeting him. 

Chris who laughs when you nag at your dad to just let the two of you leave. He's still striking up conversation with Chris about his major and his plans for after university. Your boyfriend just smiles and answers, pushing up his glasses a bit while excitedly explaining all of the things that he has planned for after graduation in a few months. 

Chris who your mother keeps saying is so much better than your ex in looks and manners. You scold her for it when she mumbles it to you for a third time, hoping that your boyfriend didn't hear her but one glance at him tells you that he heard her loud and clear. 

Chris who smiles brightly when he shakes your father's hand and declares a soft “I'll have her home by 10, sir”. You almost believed it when he said it. Almost. But he's got your dad fooled. Hook, line, and sinker. 

Chris who opens his car door for you just as he always does. He guards the top of your head to make sure that you don't hit it and closes the door behind you. Just like he always does.

Chris who relaxes into the dark leather of his seat when your father closes the door. He sighs, smiling at you just as brightly as he did earlier. “Baby” He coos, rubbing his hand over your thigh. “Missed you.”

Chris who drives you all the way to his shared apartment for some alone time since his roommate is out tonight. He drops his keys onto his dresser and kicks his room door shut behind the two of you with ease. 

You sit on his bed, watching as he slips off his loose button up shirt, his hat and glasses. That's not the same man that was standing in your living room. “Well don't you look different?” You tease and he smiles, it's bright but his eyes are dark. “Do I?”

Chris who lays back on his bed and pulls you into his lap. “So what was it that your mom was saying?” He asks while playing with the lace at the hem of your mini skirt. “Something about me and your ex, right?” 

He smiles, enjoying the reaction he gets out of you. “You weren't supposed to hear that.” He leans up and kisses away your cute pout while lightly squeezing the plush of your thighs. 

Chris who only lets you deny answering him one more time before he stops asking and starts demanding an answer. “Baby, just tell me exactly what she said.” You huff a sigh, arguing that he knows exactly what she said. 

Chris tsks, tilting your chin up so that you can catch his dark gaze perfectly. “Ah ah ah, I wanna hear it come out of your mouth baby. Tell me what your mother said.” His hand slides up under your skirt, disappearing under the lace.

Chris who coos so sweetly when you finally comply “That's it, babygirl. So she thinks that I'm better than your ex. Better mannered, better looking, Is that right?” You pant in his lap, barely able to answer as his fingers work smoothly inside of you. He had his methods of getting you to talk.

“Words, sweetie, talk to me.” You moan out a broken 'yes', nodding with your eyes closed tight. “Do you agree, baby?” He scissors his fingers inside of you then presses up into that spot, that one fucking spot. “Do you think that I'm better?”

Chris who has you moaning 'yes' over and over again as he curls his fingers into your sweet spot. He's gripping your hip, guiding you to ride his fingers while he kisses deep red marks into your chest. “Yeah? My girl thinks I'm better? What am I better at, huh?” He whispers, nibbling on the shell of your ear. “Kissing you? Touching you? Fucking you? Tell me, baby.”

Chris who flips the two of you over and presses the side of your face into the mattress with a fist full of your hair. He scratches at your scalp with one hand while the other flips your skirt up. He groans at the view of your ass, landing a hard slap on each cheek. “You need me to show you that I'm better, baby? Need me to remind you who's been making you scream on their cock? You want it? Tell me you want it.”

Chris who pulls your panties down your legs and sniffs them before throwing them onto his nightstand. You aren't getting those back, you know that. He lands a harsh slap everytime you whine for him to fill you. He spreads your cheeks, spits down onto your tight asshole and spreads the slick down to your pussy with his thumb, cursing at the sight. 

Chris who teases your pussy with the head of his cock. He runs the leaky tip over your clit and up through your folds just to push against your entrance and repeat the process. You groan and moan his name, begging him with such a sweet tone that he nearly gives in. “Be patient, baby.”

Chris who sinks into you just a bit just to pull right back out with a distressed groan. He watches the way your cunt stretches around him, taking each inch smoother than the last. He teases you over and over again until he gives you everything in one smooth go. “Look at that pussy take my cock, fuck, baby.” 

He moans a sweet strangled sound, Something that you could listen to over and over if your own moans weren't so loud in your ears. He spreads your ass again, pressing his thumb over your tight hole and rimming it with the pad of his finger and pressing in just a bit. “So fucking tight.”

Chris who grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh while he thrusts into you. He watches the bounce of your ass when your skin meets his, he groans at the jiggle of your thighs and the arch of your back. He throws his head back, moaning profanities through gritted teeth. 

“Chris, Chris, baby, harder please please, more.” You're babbling, drooling into the bedding and your boyfriend smiles, it's fucked out and cocky. His tongue dips out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips and drives his cock into you at a harsh pace, one, two, three times before stopping and holding you against him. “You gotta earn that shit, baby. You want me to pound you? Want me to fucking ruin your cunt?” All you can do is moan and nod, exhaling shakily. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back. “Fuck on me, baby. Ride my cock, lemme see you fuck yourself.”

Chris who holds your hair up into a ponytail while you fuck back onto him, you move your hips in smooth circles as you rise and drop your ass against him. He watches the way you move, the way your ass just keeps fucking bouncing. Your cunt clenches around him, your moans echo through his room and he convinces himself that you've earned a proper fucking.

Chris who lets your hair go, timing the drop of your head to the mattress with the snap of his hips so perfectly that it has you screaming into his comforter. He pulls you forward a bit, changing the angle just enough for his cock to bully your sweet spot. You're unraveling beneath him, moaning, drooling, fucked out and fucking pretty.

Chris is no better above you, he's moaning, grunting, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut in a nearly futile attempt to keep his composure. He takes each heavy moan of his name as a queue to give you more and more.

Chris who pulls you up so that your back is to his chest while he's still buried inside you. He smiles that cocky smile when you groan at the position change. His arm hooks around your stomach and his other hand finds purchase around your throat. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am, baby?”

He moves slowly, letting you really feel the way his cock drags along your walls before he resumes his previous pace. He feels like he's in your fucking stomach. It feels like his cock is splitting you open and your clit throbs at the pressure. “Louder, c'mon.” He grunts, squeezing the sides of your throat just enough to give you a head rush. “Don't hold back, baby, louder.”

Chris who can tell by the way your pussy flutters and squeezes him that you're getting close. “Shit, babygirl is gonna cum, yeah? Tell me how much better I am whIle you fall apart on my cock.” You whimper, babbling about how good he's fucks you but nothing you say makes sense. “Can't even fucking talk.” His hand goes from your throat to your chin to turn your head to the side. “Look at me”

Chris keeps his rhythm only faltering for a second when you clench around him. “Whose cock makes you cry like this?” He kisses away a tear as it falls then follows with a soft kiss on your lips. You swallow the spit thick in your mouth and whimper a pathetic ‘yours’. 

“Whose the best fuck you ever had?” He pounds an equally as pathetic ‘you’ from your spit slick lips and he smiles. “Whose cock are you gonna cum on? Hm?” 

Chris who doesn't even let you mumble another pathetic whine before he's bending you in half so that you're face down, ass up for him all over again. His hand stays on the side of your face, keeping you in place while his other hand grabs your hip. You're locked in. His thrusts are brutal, relentless. His black tee is between his teeth as he pounds you. Your screams echo and seep into the neighboring apartment but he doesn't fucking care. 

“C'mon, let me feel you, baby.” He reaches under you, strumming your clit like one of his guitars and you fucking sing like one. You cry out so beautifully that he can't help but harmonize with you. “Chris, Chris, Chris, b-baby m’ cumming.” You scream and he drinks it all up. 

Chris who can barely hold himself together while you tremble beneath him, gushing and creaming on his cock. “Holy shit, you're gonna make me fucking cum. This fucking cunts gonna make me cum.” He's messy, licking drool from the corner of his mouth and taking his turn at becoming a babbling mess. He grunts and thrusts and gets closer and closer to falling apart. 

“Don't you dare waste a fucking drop that I give you, you hear me? Take it all, take all my fucking - shit shit shit, I'm cumming.” He spills into you, eyes rolling back, bottom lip between his teeth and a groan so guttural it makes you moan. “You fucking emptied me, baby, fuck.” 

Chris who pulls out slowly and spreads your cheeks again to see your mixed arousal drip out of your messy cunt. He stuffs it back in with his fingers cooing a teasing warning. “I said don't fucking waste it.” He punctuates his sentence with an ass slap and you jolt at the sting. “I'll just have to keep filling this hole, huh? Gotta fuck you full until you follow the rules.”

He falls into a rhythm of fingering his cum back into you and ‘accidentally’ pulls another orgasm from you. He chuckles, low and seductive as he slips his fingers between his lips to taste the sweet mix. “That's my girl”

Chris who cleans you up. Changes his bedding then cuddles you against his chest. You're still hazy, breathing softly into him while he grabs his phone and unlocks it. “Babygirl” he calls as he holds his phone up and clicks a picture just as you look up. He checks the photo, smiling at how fucked out you look even after he's cleaned you up. 

“I'll send it to you.” He kisses your forehead, locking his phone. "You can show it to your dad when he asks why you didn't come home tonight.”

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VIRAL VIBES

requested by anon:

summary: you're constantly in the spotlight, is it really a surprise you're a viral sensation?

pairings: platonic batfamily x batsis! reader. mentions of roy, wally, conner, kyle x batsis

a/n: crackish

[You and Duke are seated at a table, a bottle of water in front of you, Bruce stands behind, holding a piece of paper]

"Slay?… Slay what?" He stares deadpan, already concerned for the mental state of his giggling kids.

"That’s it. That’s the word." Duke explains.

"Slay is not a complete thought."

"No," you agree, nodding sagely, "it’s a lifestyle."

You're mid-sip when Bruce decides to drop the following words, "Mama... a girl is behind you." Duke spits his water all over your face, rendering you temporarily blind while you accidentally inhale water up your nose.

"Is this some kind of warning? Is it a threat?" It hurts to breathe, it hurts to exist. You make an odd gargling noise that sends Duke into another spiral.

Bruce never gets an answer to his question, painstakingly watching his hysterically giggling children.

"Skib-" you see Bruce mouth the word incredulously as if questioning what his eyes are seeing, "skibidi... toilet rizz? I feel like I'm being punked, I only recognise one of those words." Neither you nor Duke can answer him, too busy choking on laughter and water.

Tears stream down your cheeks, your palm thumping against the table, and Bruce becomes legitimately concerned you're about to choke to death.

"Be fr."

"What does the fr stand for. Is it supposed to be ‘be… free?’"

"No." You gasp, trying to maintain your composure. "No, it means ‘Be for real.’ Like when someone says something unhinged and you’re begging them to actually tell the truth."

"You know. Like when Jason said he’d start a podcast." Duke snickers as you hold up a hand for a high five.

"Be fr." Bruce nods, his monotone delivery sending you over the edge as you laugh so hard you slip off the chair, accidentally knocking the phone over.

[Steph's voice comes from behind the camera focused on you and Dick slumped on the couch, it's clear she's holding back a giggle]

"He’s a 10, but he once fell off the treadmill in public because he was distracted by his own reflection."

The words register in Dick's head, his mouth falling open in offence. He throws his phone down on the couch, suddenly paying attention to Steph's shenanigans.

"Oh yeah, solid 4, sounds like an idiot." You chime in, not looking up from your phone.

"The mirror snuck up on me!" He huffs, pouting at Steph as he prepares his comeback.

"She’s a 10, but she once pretended not to know me at a farmer’s market because I said ‘slay’ unironically."

"You said it to a zucchini, Dick!"

"Weak." You snort. "Minus 3 points for flirting with the shittest vegetable."

Steph spins the camera enough to show her thumbs up.

"Fine. She’s a 10, but she has a ‘funeral playlist’ and refers to it as her final slay."

"I don't think you understand this trend Dickhead. Besides, it’s an awesome fucking playlist. ACDC into Billie Eilish? The drama, the emotional whiplash. That’s the arc."

"10/10. No notes." Steph chirps.

Dick scowls. "She’s a 10, but trauma dumps during the brunch and ruins the vibe."

"Who hasn't?" Steph scoffed, determined to back you up.

"Excuse you, the trauma dump is the vibe. That mimosa knew what it signed up for." You barely skip a beat before firing back at your brother.

"He's a 10, but he's fumbled every baddie he somehow managed to bag in the first place." Steph shrieks with laughter as Dick looks close to tears.

"I mean, how you gonna fumble four separate redheads, couldn't be me." You deadpan.

The camera shakes with the force of Steph's laughter, the video cutting off right after you hear Dick's whine in the background. "Why are you being so mean to me? Wait 4?"

[You're behind the camera, which is focused on a tired-looking Tim walking on the pavement.]

"Hey, have you ever met my friend George?"

"George?" Tim mumbles, turning to look at you, "Wait, why are you filming-" His suspicion is warranted, but comes far too late for him to react as your hand enters the frame, shoving him into the hedge.

"George Bush!"

[She's such a good big sister🥹 ]

Video 1: Damian's dressed in a suit, standing beside a piece of artwork and looking small against all the other patrons. You suddenly sneak up behind him, catching him in a hug as you proudly brag to the nearby art show guests about your little brother's art.

Video 2: You and Duke are seated in a Batburger in your pyjamas at 2am. You look exhausted, blinking repeatedly and threatening to fall asleep in your fries, but you still let Duke ramble at you as you pay for his food and give him your milkshake.

Video 3: You're holding Tim's hand as you cross the road, tugging him along gently and him trusting you enough to barely watch where he's walking.

Video 4: You giving Cass a bouquet of flowers after her dance performance. You're eyes are a little red and puffy as you animatedly tell her how beautiful she is.

Video 5: Jason looking uncomfortable at a gala event as an older woman talks at him, only for you to suddenly sweep in dramatically, tugging him away without so much as a by your leave.

[A video posted on Bart's TikTok of you and Wally captioned: bro stand up!!]

The video:

You're scowling at an enamoured-looking Wally, gesticulating wildly as you clearly scold him about something. From the look on his face, it's clear Wally's not absorbing a single thing, staring at you like he's mentally planning your wedding.

The comments:

@dickgraysonsgrayson: Wally West falling for her is SO funny because he talks a mile a minute and she just stares at him like he’s background noise. AND HE LOVES IT.

@tiddiesinsincity: She calls him ‘annoying’ with the most affectionate tone ever. They're in love ur honour!!!

@westnwayne4eva: That man is down so horrendously bad I'm nearly embarrassed for him.

@lexluthorscheapasswig: They give off golden retriever x black cat ENERGY in all caps.

@nightwingschikenwing: He’d absolutely be the type to send ‘thinking about u’ memes every hour, and she responds once a day with ‘ok.’ AND HE SAVES IT.

@:iranoutofusernameideas: She says ‘Wally, no’ at least five times a day. He hears it like it’s ‘I love you.’

[You're doing an interview at a gala, Roy appears from behind, resting a hand on your waist as you jump]

The video:

"Hey trouble." Roy grins wickedly, ignoring the sudden flashes of cameras.

"Roy! I almost punched you." You whine, but still relax in his hold, smiling back. "What are you even doing here? You hate these things."

"What can I say? Maybe I wanted to see you."

The comments:

@whydidothistomyself: “That one clip where Roy pulls her away from the paparazzi with that stupid smug grin?? Yeah, I rewatch it daily and this is going in the folder right next to it.

@ireallyneedanewhobby: rolling her eyes while Roy winks at her like the menace he is…that’s love.

@booktokmorelikewaynetok: He calls her trouble?? JUST KISS ALREADY.

@royharpersgianttiddies: Their dynamic is: she threatens to throw him off a rooftop and he calls it flirting.

@olimcqueen: Them side-eyeing each other at events? Her smirking after he leaves a snarky comment? chef's kiss

@just-iceleagueee: The way Roy softens around her though. Like he’s all charm and sass but when she’s upset? He listens. I’m ruined.

[another video posted on Bart's account captioned: getting sick of this shit fr]

The video:

You're running away from a soaking wet Tim, ducking behind Conner, who grins, letting you use him as a human shield. Freezing when you wrap your arms around him from behind and poke your head out to mock Tim. Only to squeal in laughter when Conner hauls you into his arms, taking off in a run away from a still yelling Tim.

The comments:

@lexluthersucks: no because he LOOKS at her like she’s the only person who matters

@actualwayneteagirl: petition for her to date literally any of her brother’s friends

@batgirlburnbook: he goes feral if she’s mildly inconvenienced. like sir?? get a grip (never change).

@superboyslutclub: she could be wearing literally anything and conner looks like he’s ready to propose on the spot.

@no.1ship: ok but him manhandling her like she weighs nothing?? how do i get me one of those??

@idontevenlikeDCfr: her being completely unfazed by him while he’s just… standing there, breathing heavy. i get it.

[The comments from a video of you laughing at something said off-screen, presumably from the man who's arm was in frame]

@batkinnie: she smiled and i KNOW it was at wally. #WayneWest supremacy!!

@connrified: nah bc conner was RIGHT THERE. you can see his reflection. they are ENDGAME.

@royharperzgun: that laugh was for ROY and ROY ONLY.

@kryptonianluvr02: imagine thinking she’d choose roy when conner breathes like that near her.

@bruciewayne420: if you think anyone makes her laugh like wally does, you’re delulu. LMAO.

@lovewinsssss: she likes redheads with issues so YES roy is winning.

@aquamanswife: y’all are colorblind bc that’s clearly wally in her peripheral vision.

[A slightly shaky video of you sitting across from an unknown man in a cozy little cafe]

The comments:

@connerscurlz: WHO. IS. THAT. MAN. AND WHY IS HE BREATHING HER AIR.

@arsenalxwife: blink twice if you’re being held against your will queen

@jsontoddslefttit: not to be dramatic but this just ruined my entire week.

@glowylanternz: he looks like he reads poetry and draws her while she sleeps. i’m scared.

@wayneupdates: sources say his name is Kyle something?? art guy? lover boy coded?? HELP.

@arsenalsarmtattoo: we lost her to a man with ring jewelry. how do we recover from this.

@batdaddddy: conner nation is in mourning.

@wallywestsupremacy: she giggled. SHE GIGGLED. we’ve lost her for real this time.

@batgirlfandom: let her have her sexy sad artist boyfriend in peace.

@timstarlightsss: this is worse than the time Dick started dating that yoga instructor