#looking at this you'd never think it's a super hard show to stomach

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skin ship + dreamies.

wc/genre: idk, pretty short though, fluff, suggestive.... lmao established relationships with nonidol!dreamies! reqs openn

cw/note: none! late night post, not requested but i had this idea while studying bc... shit has been going on in my life and i! need! comfort! lmk what you think, masterlist is on my page, take care of urselves, i am in no way saying love can cure mental illness in any of my posts btw! i thought i'd just clarify lol

mark... he's so touchy with you and he's such a nerd about it LOL, he loves you and freaks out. like yes he's confident don't get me wrong but once he sees you and realizes that he has you, he pounces. he hugs you so hard people might think you'd disappear. it's always so full of love and he has a geeky smile and you can hear his breathy giggles in your ear. also likes pulling your toes when you're on your bed scrolling in PEACE. he does it so hard and you never fail to fly off wherever you're sitting to chase him across the apartment. cheek pincher on the low. honestly loves any skin ship under the sun. especially on any exposed skin, smooches <3 shoulder kiss enthusiast and he's very good at it :') likes catching you off guard with any skin ship. pulls you tight whenever you sleep

renjun... hand tracing dear god. he loves your hands, no matter what they look like. YES i know its cliche but he loves messing with your rings, painting your nails, etc. he thinks he's being so slick and cool but he's so cute about it because he also doesn't care, like he has no reason to not show you how beautiful he believes every part of you is. sometimes he doesn't even notice, he just takes ahold of your wrists or forearm and drapes it on his lap. maybe he likes to put his fingers in ur mouth I DON'T KNOW??? esp when you wave ur finger in his face... not super touchy when cuddling but you always end up with his hand in yours. sometimes switches rings with you and doesn't notice until he's taking off his jewelry to go to bed and he's giggling into his hand like an 8 year old lol. likes pinching the skin on your upper back and thighs. finds comfort in tracing his fingertips on your collarbones before bed, helps you both fall asleep fast

jeno... god he's such a hip guy. loves a cheeky lil slap on the butt at any time of the day OFC but also just likes having his hands on your hips, likes to feel ur hipbones/curves y'know. you're so beautiful to him. he always pretends to get the wind knocked out of him when he sees u... hes so cheesy. sometimes when you're watching a movie he sits you between his legs and innocently snakes one finger under your clothes to feel the skin on the expanse on your upper hip and stomach. he loooves stomachs. especially if they're soft or not defined like those old greek paintings, he likes how different you feel from him if that makes sense.... bc he's lean. unless you're lean too he kinda gets fomo like damn did you hit the gym without him lol. also a cheek pincher, just likes messing with your face in general. cute sleeper, tucks you under his chin, ends up with his head under your shirt bc he gets cold at night and is always so surprised when he wakes up pfft. also an upper arm rubber. pls trace your finger on his nose brige.

haechan... mf. any skin ship have you seen this man. i will say the skin ship he has with you and the way he goes about it is different because he wants to make it a point that yes, he's touchy but only you get certain privileges or touches. especially when you two are alone. he likes to look at you while you sleep, not in a weird way he just likes that this is the one time you let him play with your hair and kiss your fingertips without you bursting into shy giggles. a lot of people think he would be a goofy bf and yeah that's true but he wants to so badly do well in this relationship. he cares about you so much. some nights when he looks at you he's thinks he just might cry. gives you lots of typical skin ship but also just is super domestic and sweet and considerate of your feelings. LOOVES, loves and i mean adores hiding his face in the crook of your neck, likes your natural scent sm, makes him smiley.

jaemin... like haechan he likes to watch you when you sleep but in the morning instead, when he wakes up before you. likes whispering things to you about how gorgeous he thinks you are and how can someone look so pretty when they've been tossing and turning all night. smiles to himself always. pokes your cheeks especially when you're puffy and sleepy. his favorite type of skin ship is pulling your cheek. he also likes brushing up your brows and running his thumb on your lower lip. gosh he's just so so sweet. he's obsessed with you in the best way. likes being around you. hand on the waist when he's trying to maneuver himself behind you to reach for his toothbrush in the bathroom > AGH. has no limits to how touchy he is in his mind. like if you are equally as touchy or just enjoy skin ship and don't mind him giving you puppy dog eyes through the mirror as he brushes your hair, its an easy open for him to do what he wants with you. I KNOW this is kinda all over the place but just imagine someone being in absolute adoration of you, your body, your skin, your face in a non creepy way LOL etc, etc. very wholesome

chenle... waist holder. oh MY god. he's not really touchy, in my opinion and from what i've seen, but he is a clinger. he likes skin ship mostly and only if he gets to initiate it. makes him feel manly muahaha. dont get me wrong, adores you doing slight skin ship with him but when he gets to tuck you under him at night or is able to trace the underside of your jaw. OH MY GOD he loves putting his finger under your chin to lift your face to look up at him please??? is so cocky about this and even if you're taller or his height, he loves to catch you when you're sitting down and it never fails to make you lose your mind. yeah yeah he likes it when you touch his neck, he's corny like that. laying your hand on his chest when you kiss GOD??? he combusts every time. it's moments like these where he doesn't mind you initiating touches bc it makes him feel special and wanted. please give him attention when you've seen he's had a hard day. he never knows how to ask for you, but now you've gotten into the swing of being around each other and learning what each other likes when it comes to skin to skin contact.

jisung... another fucking cheek poker dude. can never grasp the fact that yeah, you're sitting next to him, willingly watching his favorite movie with him, sharing a blanket, with the fresh cookies you made. wants to make sure you're real so he pokes you. he doesn't think he doesn't deserve you he just, is so proud of himself for bagging you and needs to make sure he isn't lucid dreaming LOL. ya'll need to wake up, yeah jisung has probably never had a relationship up until you but oh... oh once he learns how to fluster you, its like he hit the jackpot. knows how much you like him kissing the top of your spine before bed and you learned that tugging on the hairs and the nape of his neck has earned you several reactions in the past. its a very sweet and intimate relationship, watching the both of you test the waters with shy pecks or head pats until you finally date for long enough that he fully feels confident falling asleep on your chest with his arms caging around your waist. likes pretty basic skin ship, he't not a poet or anything yknow LMAO so expect a lot of neck pecks, head pats, hugs where he shifts his weight in between his feet and rocks you back and forth, he's just a sweetie

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Listen we need more 👏older👏 virgin 👏larissa

Obviously it needs to be sub!Larissa 😆

Larissa and the reader have been together a long time but haven't slept together, leading to Larissa admitting she's inexperienced, super fluffy cute smut about reader showing Larissa all there is and Larissa having the best night of her life and feeling super loved 🫠

I love love love your writing and thought you'd make a perfect story ❤️

𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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Larissa Weems x f!reader words: ~4.2k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, nsfw, sub!Larissa, dom!Reader, virgin Larissa, oral sex, fingering, strap-on, praise kink, biting, marking, scratching, begging

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

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a/n: I COMPLETELY AGREE. I AGREE SO HARD sub!Larissa is so fucking cute to me for some reason and I'm glad I got a req to do it ehheheh. I like writing both, but it should be fun to finally be able to do the other perspective.

Thank you for trusting me with writing this! and for complimenting my writing <33 it means the world. i hope you enjoy, anon !

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You laid on the couch in your private quarters, the flames roaring as the overcast sky settled itself for the weekend, the small pattering of the rain landing on the window was tuned out as you held a book in your hands and welcomed a familiar weight on your chest - your lover, Larissa Weems.

Retiring to your quarters for the day was something that had become a routine for the two of you after months of dating - it had become a shared sanctuary for the both of you, especially Larissa as it let her be completely away from her work at the end of the day, all her worries fading away whenever she stepped through the doorway.

She was mindlessly twirling a lock of your hair between her fingers, taking in your scent with each breath as her cheek rested against your chest, watching her favorite show as you enjoyed each others company. Your free hand was tracing along her back, providing her comfort and making her subconsciously aware that you weren't leaving her side.

In the months that you had been dating, you had let Larissa set the pace of where this wanted to go. Being a professor and a principal at the same school definately had its ups and downs, but you made it work, regardless. Communication was the biggest thing in your relationship, making sure that any miscommunications or misunderstandings were made clear in a gentle tone, not wanting to upset the other and both knowing better than working on negative emotions.

You always tried to give her all the love that she deserved, all the love that she, sadly, never got from others. It pained you to think about the things that the precious woman right under your touch had been through, the days of heartbreak, the nights being unable to sleep, the countless amount of restless hours she had gone through without someone by her side to make her feel safe.

You vowed, since the moment you met her, you would always make her feel safe and comfortable in your company.

A large sigh had come from the peaceful beauty, breaking you from your focus on the book as a commercial played on the screen. Her hand had moved from your hair to trail under your shirt, tracing her fingertips along your stomach, her eyes looking down at your smooth skin.

You took a moment to look at her form. She wore an oversized sweater you owned, saying something along the lines of how your clothes were more comfortable, but you knew how much she loved to wear your things, so you let her. Her legs were bent with your own as a blanket covered the both of you slightly. She seemed so comfortable and so at ease, it melted your heart.

You put a bookmark along your pages and set the book gently on the side table behind you. You moved your hands to rub Larissa's shoulders, getting rid of any tension she still held there before kissing the top of her head and moving to gently pull all the pins from her hair. You set them all on top of your book and massaged her scalp, eliciting a rumbling hum from your lover.

"You know I'm the luckiest woman in the world, right?" You said softly, not wanting to break her gaze from her favorite show. However, she shuffled to look up at you, her chin resting on your chest, with a dreamy look in her eyes. A curious smile rose to her lips as she chuckled.

"And what makes you say that, my love?" You heart rate rose as a blush flooded your cheeks, you were sure she could feel it pounding in your chest underneath her touch from her actions. The sight in front of you was one you wanted to commit to memory. The way the flames casted an orange glow on her features and how her hair was sprawled out beneath her, long enough to fall down her sides and over the expanse of her back - it was as though there was a goddess living among you, especially with the spark in her eyes.

"Because…" You started to sit up a bit, moving to the side to flip her underneath you, your hands landing at her sides to hold you above her after guiding hers to rest at your shoulders. "I just so happen to be the lover of the smartest, most patient, elegant, regal, alluring- gods, I could go on.. The point is that I'm so lucky to have you.."

In between each compliment, you kissed a different part of her face, ending with a soft kiss on her lips as you finished your small ramble. When you broke away, she had the biggest smile on her face, meeting her eyes and casting a deep blush along her features. Your words had hit her heart, engulfing it in a warm hold.

"I love you.." There was nothing but sincerity behind her words, her thumb stroking along your cheek softly as she said as much. You kissed the pad of her finger before leaning down again.

"And I love you, sweet girl.." Your lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, coursing electricity through the both of you as your tongue swiped along her bottom lip. She smiled as she denied your access, a tease she loved to do from time to time, but you knew her weak spots.

You drew your hands under her sweater, your cold palms meeting the warm skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as she shivered. You scratched down her sides, pulling a moan from the woman underneath you and creating an opportunity to explore her wet cavern.

You took your time exploring her mouth, your tongues moving in tandem before you pulled away, biting her bottom lip gently. You both paused for a moment, taking in each others forms and soaking in just how much you loved each other. Just as you were about to bring your lips back to hers, she spoke.

"Darling.." Her tone was soft and just above a whisper as she spoke. A worried expression filled your features as you thought of what she could be dwelling on so intensely.

"Is something wrong, love?" You asked, concern lacing your tone as you began to sit up only to be pulled back down by strong arms. The action made you laugh, a smile replacing your concerned notes as you looked back down at the sapphire goddess.

"Nothing's wrong.. I just- I wanted to.." It seemed like she couldn't bring herself to say whatever was on her mind, breaking eye contact with you to flutter her eyes all around the room - it only made you more curious as your smile grew at her actions. You grabbed her chin softly, moving it so her gaze was locked back onto yours, before speaking.

"What is it you want, sweet one? I can only help so much if I don't know the details, hmm?" Your tone was caring and curious, a blush filled her features at the forced eye contact, exposing just how much it flustered her.

"I.. Could we try- Can we-" A defeated and near frustrated sigh left her lips as she shut her eyes. She took in a breath in attempt to ground herself, before facing you again. "I want to sleep with you, y/n.."

You laughed at that. You had never seen her so flustered and so all over the place, it was something you would cherish as she felt safe enough to even bring the topic up. You always wondered when you would get to this point, not dwelling on if it would take months or years, you just wanted her to feel solid enough in her desires and wants before you dove in that direction.

You moved to sit up, successfully this time, as you pulled her up with you. You flashed a reassuring smile back at her as you rubbed her arms, tracing your hands up to cup her face. "You want to have sex with me?"

The question that left your lips only seemed to make her fluster more, the blush darkening as a quiet response was thrown your way.

"Yes.." She was adorable. You couldn't get over the bashful version of the woman before you, it was a sight you haven't seen often, so you tried to remember every feature and every emotion that crossed her before it faded away.

You moved your hands down to hers, holding them in a gentle grip. "This is something you want?" There was a glimmer of insecurity in your tone, there for mere seconds, before it disappeared. You were answered with a nod, something that caused you to throw a knowing look her.

"I need words, my love.." Your tone was soft, visibly settling her nerves as her shoulders relaxed and she let out a sigh. She looked deep into your eyes before speaking, only being met back with love and safety.

"Yes, I want this.. I really want this with you.. I've, however.. ..I-I've never done this before.." The admission shocked you, something she saw turn into confusion. You didn't understand how someone like her, someone so beautiful, so graceful, so intelligent, didn't have paramores or anyone before you that had good intentions other than this.

"And that's perfectly fine, Larissa.." Your reaction surprised her, as though she was waiting from the worst from you. It saddened you at the possibility of her being met with anything but understanding, knowing that she was probably picking at her own mind and every insecurity she had before becoming confident enough in the bond you both shared before bringing it up.

"We won't do anything you don't want or don't like, okay? If you end up not liking something or want me to stop then I want you to tell me. I want you to feel exactly how much I love you, and I plan on translating as much into every action I give you.."

A big sigh escaped her as she completely relaxed, her shoulders dropping and her jaw unclenching as she squeezed your hands softly, a small smile making itself known at her lips. "I'll tell you.."

"Good. Now, come here.." You stood up and guided her to the bed you shared in a gentle hold, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to rise along both of your arms as the blanket no longer covered your bodies, but you ignored it as care ran through your veins and excitement ran through hers.

You guided her onto your lap, something you both loved, before pulling her arms to completely rest at your shoulders, pulling her near flush against you as you held her waist securely. You searched her eyes for any uncertainty only to find none, her eyes looking down at your lips just moments after. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and it felt as though your breathing had stopped at the small action alone.

You brought a hand behind her neck and pulled her in gently, crashing your lips into hers. You could tell with how her lips moved along with yours that she had wanted this for quite some time, meeting you with desperation and a moan as you took the opportunity to bring your tongue to hers.

Your hands moved along her smooth skin agonizingly slow for the blonde, exploring every dip and giving her thighs a firm squeeze before beginning to move them up her shirt, higher higher higher until you completely took the garment off of her.

You couldn't take your eyes off her as you took in her form, your eyes raking over the complete expanse of her exposed skin that was finally making itself known to you. Your hands moved up her body and traced along the underside of her bra with your thumbs, your eyes fluttering shut with desire at the small whimper that left her lips.

Your eyes met hers, she had her bottom lip between her teeth as her chest heaved slightly, a blush apparent on her cheeks matched with pupils blown with her desire for you. You took a moment to reach down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you completely in one swift movement so she wouldn't feel any insecurity at being the only one showing more skin.

You brought a hand to her neck, your fingers guiding themselves up under her chin and pulling her face closer only to move it, missing her lips, to speak softly in her ear. "Is this still okay, my love?"

Your hot breath ghosted over her neck, a shiver running a course down her spine as her eyes fluttered shut for a quick moment. You felt her nod slightly, causing you to move back and raise your eyebrow, your fingertips moving to hold her chin ever so slightly. The action made her swallow hard, her breath hitching as you made her look at you again.

"Y-Yes, sorry.." A small smirk lifted your lips, shooting her a proud look at her quick memory. You leaned in quickly, stopping just in front of her lips to watch her lean in, only for you to move back as she chased you. She noticed this, and her eyes fluttered back open, being met with your lips just a hair away from hers.

"Good girl.." You said before slamming your lips into hers, swallowing the whimper she had let out at the praise. She kissed you back with a newfound ferocity, her hands quickly traveling over your shoulders and torso. She had quickened up everything about her actions and you held in a chuckle after you had noticed that. You pulled away slightly, causing her actions to stop as she looked back at you.

"Slow down, Larissa.. I'm not going anywhere.." Your words seemed to heavily settle her, and you couldn't help but notice that. You shifted, moving her to rest against the pillowy mattress as her white locks of hair sprawled out and curled along the thick blankets and pillows of your bed. You gave her the softest of kisses while doing so, putting more reassurance in your words. "Let me love you.."

You had whispered those words against her lips, and you heard her suck in a breath. You moved your lips in a trail down her jawline, moving down her neck and meeting her pulse point. You bit down on the skin softly before smoothing your tongue over the area and sucking.

The sensation that rippled through her sent a heat to her core, her hand tangling itself in your hair as she moved her head to the side to give you more access. You left a few more marks of different sizes before pulling away slightly and looking at your work, a slightly sinister smile gracing your features, knowing it would take her a little bit to cover them up.

Your lips traveled down and trailed kisses along her chest, smoothing out your tongue and biting the exposed parts of her breasts. A moan left her as you moved your hands under her bra and smoothed your thumbs against her nipples, her nails digging into your shoulder slightly. "Y/n.. please.."

Oh..

That was something you never heard before..

But you'd be lying if you said you didn't want, didn't need to hear her beautiful moans escape her throat, your name fall from her lips over and over again..

One of your hands snaked around her torso, unclasping her bra from around her and pulling it down her shoulders and arms. You threw it to the side and were met with a mouthwatering sight beneath you, and you couldn't help but moan as you worried your bottom lip. Her features were flushed and we pupils were as dilated as they could be, her chest rose and fell quickly with her breaths and her hands rested on either side of her head.

This was definately something you could quickly find addicting..

"I want you, y/n.."

That sentence alone was enough to break any of your remaining resolve, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss before trailing down her body again. You left dark marks all along her chest before rolling your tongue over her right bud, capturing it with your lips shortly after as your hand toyed with the other.

A broken moan left her lips as her back arched a bit, pushing more of herself to you. You moved to the other bud, needing to give it the same amount of attention, as you pulled delicious moans from the goddess beneath you.

You trailed your lips down the rest of her body, getting rid of every article of clothing that still stood in your way as you kissed and bit down her thighs, getting rid of the rest of your own quickly after. You loved how much she was squirming under your touch, every trace, every pinch, every squeeze making her increasingly needier.

You looked over her completely, your breath lost in your chest as you took in how absolutely drenched she had become.

"You are every dream come true.. My needy girl," You traced two fingers through her slit, her hips bucking at the contact and a near pornographic moan leaving her lips as you circled her clit before pulling your hand away completely.

"So wet for me already.." You brought the hand up to your lips while you spoke, taking them in your mouth when you finished. You groaned at the taste of her and decided that you needed more. "Absolutely delicious.."

You kissed back down her other leg, the smell of her arousal increasing as you continued to tease her. You hooked your arms around her thighs, keeping her squirming down a bit, before kissing along her slit.

"Please, please, y/n I-" She was cut off by an unadulterated moan rushing out of her, the feeling of your tongue licking through her folds giving her the pleasure she had been craving. You dipped your tongue as far into her entrance as you could, taking as much of her juices as you could, moaning again at the taste of her.

The vibrations had sent a wave of pleasure through her, her core growing increasingly sensitive as her breaths got quicker and her moans became unfiltered. You brought your tongue up to circle her clit, sucking on the sensitive bud right after. One of her hands tangled itself into your hair, pulling you closer to where she needed you, while the other fisted the sheets beneath her, her back arching at the intense waves of pleasure you were giving her.

"More, I- F-Fuck! Please-" You brought a finger to her entrance, easily pushing into her soaked cunt. After giving her time to adjust, you added another, feeling her thighs squirm on either side of your head and threatening to close around it as she clenched around your fingers, pulling a moan from you. "You're doing so good for me.."

You started moving them at a nice speed as her hips bucked for more friction. The moans you were pulling from her were sinful, and lustful pride filled your chest knowing you were able to have her come undone so deliciously.

You increased your ministrations, curling your fingers in such a way that had her seeing stars as her moans got louder. You could tell she was close as her grip increased and her core tightened. You curled your fingers and sucked on her sensitive bud at the same time, pulling a loud cry from the woman before she shuddered beneath you, her juices flowing out and you took everything she gave you as you helped her ride out her high.

You kissed back up her body, your hands smoothing over her skin as you moved. She pulled you by your shoulders and crashed her lips against you, swiping her tongue along your bottom lip. She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips and against your tongue.

You broke away after a moment, taking in her flushed form, seeing lust still swirling in her eyes. She'd be the death of you as she'd already become an addiction you wouldn't dare get rid of.

"Do you think you could do one more for me, darling?" You whispered against her lips, and she pulled you closer to her. She licked her lips softly as she stared at yours with half lidded eyes.

"Yes, please.. I want more.. I wanna cum for you again, please.." The desperation and want in her tone had made your eyes flutter shut as your eyes rolled back. You were sure her pleas alone would be able to get you off, but you didn't want to be finished with her just yet.

You took a box from your bedside table and opened it, revealing a strap on that would make you feel everything as well, and it was something she seemed to notice as her eyes widened, only to fill with need. It was something that you had saved for this moment, and your mouth watered at the idea of slipping into her.

"You are so easily addicting.." You said after you finished putting it on. She bit her bottom lip and you couldn't help but stare. You really couldn't understand how someone could be this beautiful, but a smile rose to your lips as you took in just how much of a mess you'd made her so far.

"It's going to sting a bit, love.. When you're ready, tell me when to move, hmm?"

After receiving a needy 'yes' from her lips, you ran it along her slit, before slowly pushing into her. Your body shuddered, and a low moan left your chest at the feeling of filling her up. Her nails dug into your back and shoulders at the stretch, whines being pulled from the woman before she took you completely. She gave you the sign to move, and you started off at a slow pace, helping her get used to it.

Moans and whimpers started to leave her lips again as her head fell back in pleasure. You left kisses along her skin as you moved, your own moans ghosting along its canvas. "So good for me, Rissa.. You're taking me so well, my good girl.."

Her moans left her at every thrust, her walls fluttering around the strap, nearly making you topple over in the pleasure you got from not only being inside her and feeling it but also the sight of her beneath you as her rushed, needy pleas flowed out of her lips.

"Please, please, y/n- oh! F-Fuck, I-I'm close, please! Fuc-Fuck!" Her moans grew higher in pitch as your thrusts quickened, her nails digging into your skin as you were sure there would be marks left there for a while, not that you were complaining. You felt your own high starting to build, her walls fluttering around you, making the chase for it absolutely divine.

"Cum for me, Riss.." With your voice raspy and low, it was as though your voice alone was what was able to send her over the edge, her back arching and her eyes squeezing shut as you followed right behind her, each others names leaving your lips as you both came.

With heavy breaths, you helped her ride out her high before pulling out of her slowly, still causing a whimper to leave her throat at the empty feeling. You took the strap off and threw it to the side to be an issue for later, before taking a rag out of the same drawer it came form to clean up your love as she laid back in her blissed-out state.

You moved to lay beside her, pulling a blanket over the two of you before capturing her in your arms. She dove into your embrace, your warmth and safety something she sought out as she came back to reality. You pressed kisses along her hairline as you traced your fingertips along her back. "You did so well for me, so so good for me, Larissa.. How are you feeling, my love?"

She pressed a kiss against your neck before moving her head to face you. She smiled as she met your gaze, seeing nothing but love in your eyes. You cupped her cheek, softly moving your thumb against it before planting a kiss to her forehead. "That was amazing.."

You couldn't help but laugh as the words left her. You took her in after all that just happened between you two, and it was crazy how you thought you still fell for her more than you already had.

The rain raced down the glass of your windows as it kept falling from the clouds above, but the fire that was once dancing along the logs of the fireplace was a dormant ember, casting red etches along the wood it sat on. You relaxed into each others embrace, settling there for the rest of the night as exhaustion held you both in its increasing grip, the comfort and safety you had for each other making it an easy choice as you fell asleep under the thick covers together, knowing you wouldn't be leaving each others side.

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𝐚/𝐧: THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUN TO WRITE HELLO??

We can tell by the word count but HOOLLLLLYYY This is where I want to be when it comes to writing stuff like this. It was so fulfilling seeing not only the word count but also the amount of detail I was able to put into it this time.

Anon, thank you SO much for the ask. I don't think we have a lot of sub!Larissa out there, so being someone to add to the fuel is fun even if I get both sides of writing for her.

I have some other asks but since the weekend is right here that means series time !! if all goes well, the next chapter will be out by the end of the weekend hehehhe. I'm excited for it lol

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[causeilikelix]

hii im the anon who sent the hard dom lixie post ,, and i totally think ur right !! i also feel after that event..hes a lil bit more touchy with u !! just to help get the point across

also idk if u take anons but just would love to be 🐹 anon if you do !! if not thats totally ok , im literally just eating up everything u post

omg hi!!! Yes, you can totally be 🐹 anon! I've never had one before tbh so welcome!!! The support means so much to me! tbh I wish I posted more lol but writers block exists.

Except for right now cause WOW

Part 2 to this ask, but it doesn't necessarily have to be read to understand this

MINORS DNI!!!! Smut under the cut! I............................ got carried away. Warnings under the cut

YES totally. Lix is already a pretty touchy-feely person so like you showing interest in him being a little more dominant and, dare I saw, possessive would really turn on the Clingy.

(banner credit @cafekitsune)

(Warnings: established relationship, dom!Felix?, dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (it's only fun in fiction), creampie, afab!reader)

This man needs all of his friends (and your friends) to know that you're his. Unless you ask him not to for whatever reason, Felix would mark you up every. time. I mean, first of all it feels amazing to have his lips on you. So pillowy and soft and the way he sucks on your neck is just heavenly!

Any time you hang out with his friends this man has his hands on you in one way or another. He's constantly back hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with on the couch, whatever. Sometimes, he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest shit into your ear just to make you blush.

"You look so hot in this dress, baby. Who'd you wear it for?"

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over the couch and take you right here, huh? Want the guys to see how well you take me."

"Sweet girl, I bet your soaked right now. I can practically smell you."

It doesn't take him long to convince you to either leave the gathering or sneak off to the bathroom with him. All of his dirty talk is, in fact, soaking through your underwear. That deep voice of his gets you every fucking time.

The other boys roll their eyes and turn up the music when Felix drags you back to the bathroom. The bass helps drown out the yelp that falls from your mouth the second Felix flips up the skirt of your dress to run his fingertips along the gusset of your panties. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you are.

"Filthy girl, I knew you were wet." He growls.

"You always make me wet." You grin at him

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he slips his fingers into your panties to touch you properly. You moan instantly at the contact. "Babe, you've gotta let me fuck you. I'm so hard I don't think I'll make it home."

"But the guys-'

"Don't pretend like you didn't love them listening in last time. I remember how tight your cunt clamped on to me when you heard them turn the TV off. C'mon baby, please. I need you so bad." Felix rocks his hips into yours a little and sure enough you can feel his hardness poking at your stomach. It makes your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of fucking him here.

"One condition." You whisper as he starts to press hot kisses into your neck. His fingers slide into your heat with no resistance and you choke back a moan.

"Anything."

"Don't pull out this time."

At this, he pulls away from you to look you in the eye. At first, you worry that he's going to pull away completely. The motions of his fingers inside you slow to a stop but he doesn't take them out. His eyebrows furrow.

"Are you serious?"

You'd talked about the risks before, and it wasn't like he hadn't done it before but it wasn't something super common in your relationship.

"Deadly serious." You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in, "Don't you want us to go back out there to your friends, your cum dripping down my legs to show them once and for all that you're not as soft as they think you are?"

Felix's eyes darkened immediately.

"Ask and you shall receive, baby." He growled.

He grabbed your waist and roughly spun you around and bent you over the bathroom sink. Your panties are discarded around one ankle before he's nudging your legs apart. Excitement sparks through your bloodstream when you hear Felix messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

A few moments later, something hot swipes through your folds. You moan as the head of his dick nudges against your clit a few times. He teases you by nudging your clit then moving up to press against your hole before taking it away to nudge your clit again.

You swear you've never been so empty in your life.

"Felix, I swear, if you don't fuck me right no- ah!" You let out a sudden moan when Felix finally pressed his cock into you. He suck in slowly, letting you feel every single inch. When his hips meet your ass, you moan again.

"Good girl, let them hear you. I knew you wanted to act like a little slut. You wanted me to fuck you where they could hear you, huh? Let everyone know how well you take cock" Felix moans, the noise going straight to your clit.

He always feels so good inside of you. It's like his cock was made to stretch you open. His thrusts are slow at first, getting you used to him despite how many times you've taken him. He pants against your neck and you rock back onto him.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby, your little cunt always takes me so well." Felix compliments, his hands kneading your ass and thighs. One hand circles up to brush through your folds. Your cunt clenches the second he finds your clit. "You're so tight! How is any of my cum going to fit inside you?"

You open your mouth to answer him but all that comes out is a moan. He rocks into you steadily and he circles your clit with two fingers. It isn't long before your thighs begin to tremble and the knot in your stomach pulls taut.

"Aw," he chides, "Are you gonna cum on my cock, beautiful? Come on, baby, cream for me, yeah?"

It doesn't take much else. It never does. Felix plays your body like an instrument. He always knows just where to touch, just what to say, just where to angle the head of his cock to get you to fall apart for him. You cum, squeezing him tightly. He moans through your orgasm, holding onto his own so he can ride yours out.

"Good girl," he praises, "Make a mess on my cock. When we get home I'll have you clean me up. Fuck! Pussy gets so tight when she cums."

If there's one thing Felix loves, it's feeling every single moment of your orgasm. The way your legs shake, the way your pussy quivers and tightens, the way your wetness leaves a shimmering sheen on his cock. He swears he can never get enough of you.

As your orgasm wanes, his thrusts speed up. He moans into your ear and every sound makes you clench. You wonder if you could cum again. His thrusts are quick and deep. Your pussy aches and throbs but in the best way possible. Overstimulation sparks through your veins, but part of you wonders if it's just another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last. Tell me where you want me to cum. Now!" He threads a hand into your hair so he can tilt your head to see your fucked-out face. The drool seeping from your lips and your hooded eyes make his orgasm threaten to spill without warning.

"In-" A particularly harsh thrust makes you moan, "Inside. Please! Please cum inside. "

"So tight! Fuck, fuck, cumming!"

And he does. He pushes himself into you as deep as he possibly can and releases his orgasm right against your cervix. The warmth makes your cunt pulse and you reach down to rub your clit. A circle or two later, you fall into another orgasm that squeezes him to coax more of him into you.

Felix rocks his hips into you a few more times to unload every generous spurt of cum inside you before finally pulling out.

He puts his hands on your ass cheeks and spreads you open. You blush when you feel his eyes on your spent hole. You wait for the telltale feeling of some of the warmth in your cunt to slip out, but nothing does. After a minute, Felix lands a soft smack on your ass before pulling your panties back up your legs.

"Come on, I've got you." Felix coaxes you to stand up and turn back around. Your legs quiver and you hold onto him. "You held it all in, baby. Nothing's leaking out."

"Guess you'll have to give me some more to make sure it slides down my legs." You quip, even though you know you probably couldn't take more right now.

"Maybe next time, angel. This time I want you to make sure you keep every drop in there. I'll check later and if you've let a single drop go to waste, I'll give you refill after refill until you can't hold it anymore. " Felix's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "Think you can handle that?"

You're nodding and clenching your thighs before he's even done talking.

"Good girl."

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rain check.

# — pairing: (spidey!)kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — warnings: n/a

# — summary: "i'm late, i'm late! for a very important date! no time to say 'hello, goodbye,' i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!" — white rabbit, alice in wonderland

# — tags: spidey!kazuha au, fluff, brief angst, making up, getting together, there's kisses involved, reader's also a simp (lol)

# — notes: [stands awkwardly in the corner] heyy... i tried my hand at the au again... as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i really hope you enjoy this!

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the meeting time was 7:30 pm originally.

7:45 pm. the waitstaff asked you if you wanted to order anything. you politely declined and informed them that you'd order when your date arrived.

8:15 pm. you texted kazuha and got no response. you eventually grew impatient and reluctantly ordered food for yourself. your face burned at the looks of pity you received from the employees.

8:45 pm. you still didn't get a response from kazuha. you tried not to text him too frequently in fear of sounding clingy or belligerent, but after an hour or so of radio silence, you couldn't help but triple (or even quadruple) text him.

9:00 pm. you check your phone. still no response from kazuha.

9:15 pm. you figured that dessert wouldn't hurt, but it was hard to stomach what with the waitstaff watching you from afar. if you strained your ears, you could hear them whispering something about a customer being stood up and having to eat alone.

9:30 pm. you didn't eat the dessert.

9:45 pm. you asked for the check. they refused to give you one. they gave you their pity instead.

10:00 pm. you left.

10:05 pm. five minutes after you started walking home, there was a blinding flash of lightning. that was the only warning you received before the skies opened up.

the frigid rain seeps through your clothes and chills you to the bone. surprisingly, it's not as unpleasant as it sounds; you were starting to feel a little numb, anyway. quiet splashes echo from the sidewalk as you drag yourself home. people pass you by one after the other, each with umbrellas, but you pay them no mind. you continue on your way.

maybe you're being dramatic, but you feel like shit right now.

when kazuha first suggested going to such a nice restaurant, you were a little hesitant to agree. never mind your preferences — kazuha isn't one for lavish affairs. he's told you as much before. even if the place wasn't super pricey, the ambience seemed to be a bit too much for his tastes. it took some coaxing on his part — he said he wanted to ask you something important, which only served to make your stomach twist into knots — but in the end, he finally got you to say yes. (truthfully, you folded as soon as he took your hands in his — you really need to learn to say no to him.)

it wasn't until you were getting ready to leave that you realized that this was going to be your tenth date with kazuha. is that why he was so insistent on going somewhere nice? you thought it adorable that he seemed to be keeping track of the number of dates the two of you have been on. it made you excited to see him — so excited in fact, that you showed up fifteen minutes early.

and yet in spite of this whole thing being his idea, kazuha never showed up, leaving you to make a fool of yourself in one of the nicest restaurants in the city.

"knew i should've stayed home," you grumble as you trudge through the downpour. you're totally lying to yourself; you had no intention of saying no to him. kazuha could suggest anything and you know you'd agree at the drop of a hat. but as they say, hindsight is 20/20; you should have dug your heels in and said no and suggested something else — maybe something that didn't involve you looking like a fucking moron at a restaurant.

your vision blurs suddenly, forcing you to come to a halt. you think it's because of the torrential rain, but the heat radiating off of your cheeks tells you otherwise. you wipe your eyes free of water — a futile effort — and chuckle humorlessly to yourself. why are you doing this? it's not like anybody's going to notice, right? you sniffle; that can easily be because you're cold and wet.

you sob. you tell yourself it's just a cough.

stop being so dramatic. keep walking.

the second you turn onto a narrow street, you hear a familiar thwip-! coming from overhead. you barely have time to acknowledge that spider-man is swinging around before he's landing right in front of you, blocking your path. you brush rainwater (and tears) out of your eyes to see him better. "you're, uh, kinda in my way, spider-man," you call out over the downpour. "could you move so i can go home?"

"what're you doing out here without an umbrella?" spider-man asks. he doesn't move like you asked; he just steps closer. and if you strain your ears a little, you think he sounds really worried. maybe you're just hearing things. "you're drenched! you're going to get sick at this rate."

for some reason, his concern makes you want to laugh. you crack a smile, though there's very little joy to be found in it. "i'm just taking a nightly stroll." you lie. "and don't worry, i won't get sick. i'm the nurse here, remember? now could you move, please?"

you step around him and start to walk past, but he grabs your arm, stopping you. why is he being like this? what is it with the men in your life tonight? "i... can't be too sure that you'll go straight home." he lets you go and holds out his hands for you to take. "at the very least, allow me to take you."

you make a face. "shouldn't you be saving someone somewhere?"

"i'm offering to take you somewhere, aren't i?" he asks. it sounds more like a retort to you. "and aren't you someone?"

"uh-huh. and what are you saving me from, exactly?"

"if we move fast enough, probably a really bad head cold." spider-man shakes his hand, silently urging you to take it. "come on. i can't have my doctor getting sick, can i?"

you sigh. you don't have it in you to turn down his offer. you never do, now that you're thinking about it. you should really do some self-evaluation. besides, the rain is fucking freezing — it felt nice a few minutes ago, but you can feel yourself starting to shiver and shake. that cold may just catch you regardless of how quickly you get home. "fine," you say and take his hand.

spider-man pulls you in by your hand and wraps an arm around your waist. instinctively, you cling to him as tightly as you can. he's as warm as ever, you note, even in the freezing rain. at this distance, you hear him chuckle: "at least you know to hold on tight." you get no other warning before he's zipping through the air with you in tow. you shriek at the sudden movement, but spider-man only laughs. "you're alright," he reassures you over the wind.

in no time at all, you're being rested on your balcony. you slide open the door and stumble into your apartment on wobbly knees, ignoring spider-man's amused laughter. "you're like a baby deer every time," he giggles. "are you not used to it yet?"

"stop making it sound like i'm the weird one here." you grumble as you lower yourself into a chair. your body feels too stiff and heavy to move. you're still drenched, but all you can do right now is shiver in your seat. meanwhile, spider-man isn't making any moves to leave. he's just watching you — or at least, you think he is. "what're you s-standing there for?" you stutter. you're cold. "what's the matter?"

spider-man puts his hand on the back of his neck and rubs it awkwardly. are you missing something right now? why is he suddenly acting like this? "are you... going to tell me why you were walking in the rain?" he holds the back of his neck, his eyes seemingly still on you. "i refuse to believe that you were taking a 'nightly stroll'." he uses air quotes to repeat your earlier words.

you laugh shakily. "are you interrogating me, spider-man?"

for once, he doesn't laugh with you. "i... just want to know. i'll leave you alone as soon as you tell me; you need to go and warm up."

you open your mouth to explain, but as you look back on the whole incident, you once again feel embarrassment take you by the shoulders. why were you really walking home in the rain? you could've ducked into a store and called a cab or taken public transportation -- what possessed you to do something so childish? your skin, though clammy, heats up as you avert your eyes.

you press your palm against your lips, muffling your voice. "i was, uh... stood up."

"...really now?"

you grimace and nod. "it was, um... supposed to be our tenth date, actually." you recall the blush that coated kazuha's cheeks when he asked you out the other day, and you start to feel the beginnings of a smile on your face. he's so cute — you'd give anything to see him right now.

because as upset as you may have been earlier, you realize that deep down, you just really want to be with kazuha. you're pissed that he still hasn't contacted you yet, but you have faith that he will; this kind of discourtesy isn't like him.

spider-man doesn't know that, though. he makes a noise of disapproval. "pardon my harsh language, songbird," he comments, "but he sounds like an asshole."

you gasp, scandalized. you've never heard him swear before. it sounds so wrong coming from him — was he really that upset about you being stood up? why did that thought make your heart skip a beat? "don't say something like that!" you open your mouth to continue chastising him, but instead you sneeze, hard. you groan and rise to your feet. if you don't move now, you really will catch that cold. "say something bad about my boyfriend again, and i'll fight your face off." you call over your shoulder as you head to your bathroom.

"your boyfriend?" spider-man's words give you pause. you whirl around to glare at him, ready to retort and defend yourself, but he puts his hands up in mock surrender. "you said it, not me. but i must say," he lays his hand over his chest, "i'm wounded, songbird. and here i thought i stood a chance."

you freeze. he thought what?! your mind starts to race immediately, but you reel yourself in quickly. your feelings for spider-man are supposed to be a thing of the past. they were childish and impractical — kazuha is the better choice in every way possible. remember that, you tell yourself.

you flip him off with a sigh. "get out, webhead. i'm going to warm up."

spider-man shrugs, the perfect picture of nonchalance. if only he knew the things he did to your head. "alright, alright." he heads back to your balcony. "take care of yourself, okay?" he calls out to you.

"whatever!" you call back.

with a laugh, he leaps off of your balcony and swings into the stormy night, leaving you dripping in your hallway. you shake your head and start towards your bathroom.

once you've taken a hot shower and put on some warm, dry clothes, you drop yourself onto your couch and turn your tv on. you're not really watching anything, but the background noise is nice. you lay yourself down and roll onto your back.

so the date was a bust. you sigh heavily. that restaurant was so, so nice, too. the atmosphere was perfect — you're pretty sure that if kazuha had asked you to be his partner there, you might have cried. that, or you would have passed out; either one seems likely. you pause for a second. is that what he was going to ask you? oh, you definitely would've cried.

are you really upset about being stood up? you gave it some thought while you were in the shower and decided that no, you're not all that upset. at least, not with kazuha. embarrassed, yes — you can never show your face at that restaurant again — but not upset. kazuha's track record speaks for itself; you can always re-schedule the date.

again, you sigh. you're much too nice to him. simp.

you're about to change the channel on the tv when you hear a frantic knocking on your front door. you jump, startled by the sudden noise. hesitant, you make your way to the door. "uh, who is it?" you call out.

the voice from behind the door makes your stomach flip. "it's kazuha. can i see you? please?"

kazuha? he came here?

you look through your peephole and sure enough, kazuha is standing in front of your door looking very winded, very distressed, and very drenched. without thinking twice, you fling your door open and tug him inside. "what were you thinking, coming here in this weather without an umbrella?!" you hiss at him as you take in his rain soaked state. under any other circumstances, you'd be gentler with him — normally you would never be so snappy with him — but all that's on your mind as you dart over to your linen closet is how sick he's going to be because of this.

kazuha's eyes widen at your tone. "i had to come and see you," he tries to explain. "i--"

you don't let him finish. you drop a soft towel over his head and start rubbing him dry, ignoring the startled noise he makes. "you're still catching your breath, too. christ, did you run here or something?"

you move the towel so that you can see kazuha's face. he looks so apologetic and honestly, really cute with his face peeking out from under the towel. "if i said yes, would you be upset with me?"

"what the-- yes!" you head back over to your linen closet and grab a bigger towel before marching into your room to rifle through your stuff. you can't believe he risked a catching a cold like this! and for what? just to see you? you stop for a moment and recognize just how romantic his gesture is supposed to be. his sprinting all the way to your apartment (and judging by the way his chest was heaving, up the stairs, too) in the freezing rain makes your heart stutter — to think he would go this far just to see you... you shake your head. you can be flattered after he's dry. you hear a quiet sneeze from outside your room and quickly head back out to see kazuha rubbing at his nose.

you shove the clothes you found into his arms along with the towel. "go and take a shower and put these on." you shake your head when he starts to talk back. "nope, i don't want to hear it. when you're done, leave your clothes in the sink and i'll wash and dry them."

"this is--"

"kazuha." your tone is flat and leaves no room for argument. you raise a brow at him and he stares at you for just a second longer before doing as you said. once the bathroom door is closed, you drop yourself back on your couch and bury your face in your hands.

you thought that you weren't upset, but now that he's actually here, you're not quite sure what it is you're feeling. are you pissed because he risked his health to see you? or do you want to punch him for standing you up tonight? well, you think to yourself, he wouldn't have run in the rain if he didn't feel bad about the whole date situation. you look at the bathroom door with a tiny smile. he can be such a charmer when he wants to be — an impulsive one, but a charmer nonetheless. you decide that you're definitely just upset at him for being so stupid.

time passes and eventually kazuha emerges from your bathroom in the large hoodie and sweatpants you forced upon him. he looks adorable in your clothes. you tell him to make himself comfortable before tossing his clothes in the laundry. when you come back, you seat yourself beside him. he seems to be making himself small — either that or he's just drowning in the clothes you gave him. "am i allowed to speak now?" he asks quietly.

you snort. "yes, kazuha, you can speak now."

"i'm really sorry." kazuha's eyes are on you, and you can see the remorse swimming in them. he looks like he's gauging your reaction for permission to continue. when you say nothing, he goes on: "i swear to you, i was on my way there when something suddenly came up," he continues. "it was urgent and demanded all of my attention. i must have gotten so absorbed that i'd forgotten to contact you. by the time everything had finished, it was incredibly late and i figured that you must've gone home, so i..." he trails off.

you tilt your head. "so you ran here?"

kazuha nods. "i... didn't realize doing so would upset you so much. so please, allow me to apologize for that as well. i know my excuse may sound generic and unsatisfying, but you have to believe me when i say that i'm telling the truth.

well, there it is. there's your apology. you press your lips together to fight off a smile. "i believe you just fine," you say. "and i forgive you."

he blinks in disbelief. "are... you sure? aren't you upset with me?"

"do you want me to be?"

"you should be." kazuha winces. this is seriously eating at him; his brows are drawn and his jaw is clenched, showing in no uncertain terms that at least one of you is upset. upset may not even be the right word. he's starting to look pained, if not anything else. why is he being like this? for the second time tonight, you feel like you're missing something here.

you reach over and gently tap your fingers against his own in a silent request to take his hand. he visibly stalls before tentatively wrapping his pinky around yours. "i really do forgive you, you know." you murmur. "life happens, and sometimes plans don't work out. that's just the way things are."

kazuha sighs, unconvinced by your kindness. "the whole date was my idea." he takes his hand away from yours. "at the very least, i should have contacted you." he looks away from you. "and i know that... that this won't be the last time something like this happens. i don't want to keep disappointing you like this."

there's a hidden weight to his words that you pick up on. it's apparent that he's not telling you something, but it's not like you can just pry it out of him. he's barely listening to you as it is. you find yourself stuck between being flattered that he cares so much and worried that he'll truly never forgive himself for this. what can you do to convince him that you're not mad?

kazuha's shoulders tense and you can see color faintly rising to his cheeks. "and i was going to ask you..." he pauses for a second to look at you. "...something important, but i'm worried that i shouldn't. that i don't deserve to."

...you knew it. you fucking knew it! you see the way he's looking at you — he was totally going to ask you to be his partner. the problem now though, is that he's probably not going to. he's kicking himself while he's down, ruining your relationship before you even had a chance to form one.

it's not hard to see things his way. he's worried that he can't guarantee that he'll be able to confidently make time for you without interruption. it's a legitimate concern — who doesn't worry about this kind of thing? what he needs to hear now is not that everything's okay, but rather that it will be; that you're content with any mistakes he may make; that you're more than willing to take him as he is, urgent issues and all.

again, you knock your fingers on his. this time, you hook two of your fingers on his. "ask me." you tell him.

kazuha frowns slightly. "i don't..."

"do you still want to ask?"

"of course." he pauses to squints at you. "you already know what it is i'm going to ask you, don't you?"

you bite back a grin. "maybe i do, maybe i don't. ask me anyways."

a smile ghosts across his face as his cheeks redden just a little bit more. "i was going to ask if you wanted to... make our relationship official." he looks down at your joined fingers before looking back at you. "and it would mean the world to me if you said—"

"yes."

kazuha takes your hand fully. "i had a feeling you would say that." it's evident in the way he visibly softens and in the way he sighs that he's pleased with your answer (although 'pleased' is far too light a word to describe the pure, raw happiness that overtook his face). maybe you're going crazy, but you think that something akin to love flashes in his eyes. it overwhelms you. he takes your hand fully in his and you feel your own face start to warm just from looking at him.

"i was always going to say yes," you say when you manage to find your voice. "i want to be with you, kazuha."

his expression dims. did you say something wrong? "i want to be with you too," he says as he brings your hand up to cup his face. "but as i said, i may be a disappointment to you. i don't want to hurt you in any way, even if it's by accident."

you brush your thumb over his skin. it's warm to the touch. "you won't hurt me," you say softly. "and a little disappointment won't be the end of the world."

kazuha regards you closely. he looks like he's trying to be at peace with your hand on his face, but the draw in his brows gives away his internal conflict. for a second, you wonder if you're coming off too strong. you like kazuha a lot (it's probably too soon to say the big L word, but it surely doesn't scare you), but you're always afraid that you're either giving too much of yourself, or not enough. your insistence on dating him may be more repulsive than attractive.

"i like you," he suddenly murmurs, "so much."

your chest feels tight and you feel breathless. why did he suddenly say that? "i like you, too," you reply.

kazuha leans in and presses his forehead against yours. you hold your breath as his eyes slip shut. he seems so at peace at this distance, unlike you, who's trying to swallow back your heart that suddenly leaped into your throat. "i'd like to be yours," he says in the space between. "if you'll have me, that is."

you feel so dizzy, so drunk on your giddy emotions. this isn't how you saw tonight playing out at all, but you're not going to complain. "of course," you breathe your response. your voice trembles just a little, giving away your nervousness. "you're all i want."

at that, kazuha kisses you. it's slow and sweet, and also — if memory serves you right — the fifth time he's kissed you. if life were a cartoon, you would probably flushed bright red, lovestruck and dumb; a fool for the man before you. it takes you a second to kiss him back — he pulls away for just a moment but you capture his lips again and drink in the content sigh he rewards you with. this is different from the kisses you've shared before. the others were reserved and almost timid, hesitant kisses shared at the beginning of a new relationship. this kiss becomes intoxicating and gratifying — one you find yourself quickly getting addicted to.

believe it or not though, it's you who pulls away first, your heart stuttering in your chest. you don't go very far, but you turn your head away to try and retain some of your sanity. it's obvious that what you said had quite the effect on kazuha; his fingers come to your jaw and move you gently so that you're facing him again, but he doesn't close the gap. there's another silence before he kisses you once, then twice, before he pulls away and sighs. "if there's anything that i can do to make up for tonight," he says, "tell me. i'll do anything."

there's only one thing you can think of saying. "stay with me tonight." the words come out easily — maybe a little too easily. you fluster and your face heats up considerably as you start to ramble. "i-i mean, um... it's gonna be pouring all night and you clearly don't have an umbrella so i mean, i think you should stay. if you want to, then of course you can stay, but you can say no — i just don't want you to catch a cold, y'know..."

kazuha says nothing; he watches you with thinly veiled amusement in his eyes. "would me staying the night make you happy?"

you groan quietly. "stop enjoying this. you know the answer already."

"i do, i do. you're just really cute when you're embarrassed."

"you know what? forget it. i'm gonna go check on your clothes." you stand abruptly to escape your discomfort, but kazuha takes your hand in his, stopping you with a laugh.

"i'm sorry, dove, i'm sorry." he chuckles as he speaks. he stands and pulls you in by your waist. "i'll stay the night. does that sound good?"

you rest your hands on his shoulders poised to push him away, but think against it. your heart is hammering in your chest. it's hard to be mad at him when he's smiling like that, even if it's at your expense. asking him to stay was a spur of the moment decision, but when you look at him like this, up close, you know that you would've had a hard time letting him go. so... "yeah," you mutter. "sounds good. now will you please let me go and check on your clothes?"

he hums and leans in. his voice is barely above a murmur when he speaks. "one more thing." and for (what you think is) the eighth time since you've started seeing each other, kazuha kisses you, sending pleasure rocketing through your system. it drags on despite you trying to pull away, what with kazuha chasing after your lips with a mischievous smile the entire time.

eventually, you get fed up and hold his face. "knock it off, you." you say once you successfully pull away. "i have things to do."

kazuha, who looks far brighter than he was earlier, lets you go and raises his hands in mock surrender. "alright, alright. go on. i'll be here; i promise."

you open your mouth to say something snide, but quickly shut it. you're floored by just how happy he makes you, even if he can be annoying from time to time. perhaps it's because you're technically in the honeymoon phase, but you know for a fact that his smile is one you'd do anything to protect. becoming his partner is a decision you know you'll never, ever regret, and you're sure of that.

you turn on your heel and start towards the laundry room. "don't miss me too much!" you call over your shoulder. kazuha's quiet laughter follows you out of the room, warming your heart.

✦ [screaming and crying]

✦ I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH KAZUHA WITHDRAWALS FOR DAYS AND THAT'S WHY THERE'S SO MANY KISSES, I'M SO SORRY I'M SUCH A PATHETIC BITCHNDBSDJ

[thegapbetweengalaxies]

Satoru's the type of guy to be your boyfriend

Satoru's the type of guy to have his arm possessively wrapped around your waist while walking, resting on the crest of your hip. Or he'd use his height to his advantage and have his arm comfortably resting around your shoulder.

Satoru's the type of guy to grin while people passing by gawk at him. They'd be enraptured by his looks then their gaze would fall upon you and they'd realize why he has the cockiest shit-eating grin on. It's not just because he knows he looks good, but because he knows that he looks good with you.

Satoru's the type of guy to face you on the train so that when it starts to get packed, you'd get pressed up against his chest. He'd have his hand holding your back too, right on the smallest section of your waist.

Satoru's the type of guy to fetch and drop you off on his fancy car or motorcycle. He'd play super loud obnoxious music or rev really loudly too. He'd call you on your free times (he memorizes your schedule) and bring you food. Drinks would always have your name on it too because he tells the barista your name and says for everyone to hear "It's for my sweetheart!" He enjoys how other people gawk at him and get jealous of you.

Satoru's the type of guy to gently take your glasses from your face when it fogs up, only to wipe it with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up for everyone to see his chiseled stomach. He does it slowly too, intentionally, to let as many people as possible see it. He doesn't understand why you're so embarassed. After all, who wouldn't want such a hot boyfriend?

Satoru's the type of guy to, when hit on, would show them his lockscreen of you two with the stupidest grin. "Sorry, I have a partner already. Aren't they just the cutest? Yeah, I don't know how I scored them either! Here's another picture of us. Oh, and this is their cat. We both love cats. I still think they're cuter than the cat though. Don't you think so too?" (The person who asked is forced to listen to his ramblings and nod along.)

Satoru's the type of guy to be constantly taking candid photos of you. Since you started dating, his camera roll started showing just pictures of you instead of being his face all the time.

Satoru's the type of guy to be overly overjoyed whenever you ask for photos with him. He knows that you're going to post it (and show him off to your friends) and that makes him proud.

Satoru's the type of guy to have a dump account for just photos of you. So many people have thought that it was yours because it's literally just your pictures. The reason you found out about it is because someone was talking about your "non-existent dump account."

Satoru's the type of guy to start a band just so you can be the lead. He was forced to learn violin as a kid and picks up every other instrument really easily. So when you mentioned how you wanted to be in a band but found it too difficult to find one to be in, he started one himself.

Satoru's the type of guy to ALWAYS want to meet you before and after school. Even if you go to different colleges or have a different schedule, he'll wait hours for you if he had to and would beg you to do the same.

Satoru's the type of guy to have been an average student before meeting you, never really trying too hard. But now that you're dating, he actually started to study in order to help you out with whatever you're finding difficult. You wouldn't even have to ask sometimes, he'd just start teaching you topics you find difficult.

Satoru's the type of guy to be talking non-stop when with other people but would shut up around you. He just loves staring at you as you gush about random things and listening to your voice. He could do it all day.

Satoru's the type of guy to know how to joke around with your dad and respectfully talk about deep topics with your mom (or vice versa). He somehow just has the knack to be able to get along with anyone, even with any siblings you have.

Satoru's the type of guy to not be real <//3

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.

C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*

Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.

You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.

"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.

The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.

He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.

Yet.

He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.

You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.

"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."

He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"

You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.

"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"

"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.

You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"

He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."

You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.

But it wasn't that.

No.

It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.

You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"

He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."

You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"

"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"

"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.

As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.

But it was real.

You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."

"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."

You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."

You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.

"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."

You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."

He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.

Taglist ::: @millennialmagicalgirl @callm3senpaii @darkstarlight82

[babeydollx]

Wild Girl

Warnings: cursing, smut, car sex, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, public sex, people watching, slight degrading kink, probs more lmao.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes to a party with her boyfriend, Steve which ends in car sex.

a/n: so looking forward to writing for 'Stranger Things' ngl :)

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

You gasped and moaned out as you bounced on Steve's cock. The two of you had just been at a wild party and things got steamy between you and Steve so you both had decided to come out here so both of you could be pleased. And now here you were, riding Steve like it was the last time you'd ever be able to.

"Oh fuck, good girl." He cooed as you bounced on his hardened cock. You held onto Steve's shoulder for support and you now began to grind against him instead of bounce. The feeling of his cock nestled deep inside of you was euphoric. You fucking loved it. Honestly, you could never get enough of it.

You continued to grind against him as both of you moaned out in ecstasy. You had been super excited to come to this party with Steve but, you were so glad that you both decided to leave the party to go do something even more fun. You bit your lip as you grinded against him more and your head fell back.

After a while of grinding against Steve, you went back to bouncing on his cock once again. As you were fucking yourself onto him, you saw Steve look out the car window. Confused, you decided to look out the car window as well as you continued to fuck him. Your eyes then widened when you saw a few of his close friends standing there watching you both fuck in the back of Steve's car.

You were about to stop but, Steve stopped you. You looked down at him confused but, he just had a devilish smirk on his face. "It's fine, babe. Just let them watch." Steve said with a smirk. Embarrassed, you continued to fuck yourself onto your boyfriend as his friends watched you both. "Fuck, I love it when you're my little slut." Steve said with a smirk. "Taking my cock so well while my friend are right there watching you. Fuck, you're one wild girl." He said.

He was right, you were a total slut for Steve. And honestly, the fact that his friends were watching the two of you fuck did really turn you on even more. You were also starting to like the idea of being watched by someone else while having sex with Steve. You felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were ready to cum. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Steve asked as he moaned out. You nodded desperately and moaned out as you continued to fuck yourself onto him. "Fuck.." He growled. "Come on, cum, cum for me, babe." He groaned out. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you gushed all over his cock. He came the same time you did, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You both began to catch your breath as your boyfriend Steve looked back out the car window again at his friends. He then rolled down the window with a smirk. "Enjoy the show, boys?" He asked with a devilish smirk. They all nodded and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Fuck man, your girlfriend is fucking hot. We didn't think she was that wild." One guy said with a smirk.

"Well, she likes being watched while I fuck her like the little whore she is, don't you babe?" Steve asked with a smirk. You nodded and bit your lip. "Well, the show is over now so go back to the party. I'll meet you all back there again soon." He said. The guys all took one last look at you before walking off. As they were walking out, Steve called out to them. "Oh, hey! and, there will be another showing later." He said with a smirk. Later? This was going to be one hell of a night.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

[mythicalmyles]

Hey Myles, you can probably guess who I am but when doing asks like these I like to stay anon hehe

Could I ask for a Jeff x super insecure male reader? Like he just wants to be cute and pretty and buys a lot of knee high stuff but when he looks in the mirror he's just not where he wants to be? Maybe Jeff is watching from the window and decides to step in and help him look a bit closer in the mirror with him being all stuffed and having his mouth full of jeffs fingers, telling him how he is pretty and he just needed a little help? You can throw in some other stuff too but I like the idea of Jeff forcing the reader to look in the mirror as he rails him and demands the reader to call themselves a pretty boy as he keeps his mouth open with his fingers :D

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i hope u enjoy! (dubcon to start)18+

(Name) let out a deep sigh, sad eyes staring back at him in the mirror. His hands nervously fiddled with the edge of the skirt he wore, the red and black tartan standing out against his thighs. No matter how hard he tried he just never felt pretty, his hair never sat right, his jawline was masked by some chub. He nitpicked himself for a few more moments before huffing out a sight, turning around and burying himself into his pillows.

He lay in despair for a few minutes, kicking his legs in a small tantrum, glad he was alone. "Well, aren't you a delicious little thing." (Name) screamed and quickly turned around, eyes doubling at the sight. Before him was a rather tall muscular man, cheeks scarred up and eyes wide with insanity. Fear flooded through (Name) as long as shame for being caught in a skirt and thigh highs, everyone would find out what he did in the privacy of his own home.

(Name) shook as Jeff took large strides over to him, grin building on his face when (Name) scrambled back, pressing himself close to the wall. He squeezed his thighs closed, anticipating the verbal lashing he would probably get. (Name) almost flew out of his skin when Jeff's hand gripped his thigh, yanking him down so he was under Jeff's body. (Name) couldn't speak, instead shaking under the large man.

"Why are you hiding pretty boy?" Jeff smirked as his hand began running up (Names) thigh, (Names) brain could barley comprehend what Jeff had just said, the words refusing to register in his mind. He had to have misheard, he convinced himself. "C'mon, don't be show shy. Show me that pretty voice." Jeff's hand was wrapped loosely around his throat, (Names) cock had already reached half hardness. Blood pulsing down his cock as his stomach twisted, Jeff's words having more of an affect on him than he ever wanted to admit.

"Don't call me that." (Name) choked out, Jeff's smirk never faltered. He could very easily tell the affect the words had on the smaller man. "Aw? Don't like it, huh princess?" (Name) tried to hide the shudder that ran through his body, Jeff chuckled. "Not pretty." He mumbled, eyes doing their best to focus on anything that wasn't Jeff's face. "Bullshit." Jeff muttered, grabbing the back of (Names) neck and pulling him over to the mirror, his arms caging in (Name) who was quick to grip his hoodie. Jeff used one arm to pin (Names) arms behind his back as his free arm moved to grip his cheeks.

"Don't think thats pretty? Fucking look!" Jeff growled as (Name) tried to not look at himself in the mirror, trying to ignore the way heat built in his body with the way Jeff was holding him. Jeff's hand ran down from his neck to his chest, roughly pinching one of his nipples through the fabric. A high pitched moan left (Name) as he stumbled back into Jeff's chest. "Good boy." Jeff smirked, relishing in the shudder that ran through (Name). Jeff's hand drifted further down, playing with the hem of (Names) skirt as he shook. "Real pretty thighs, gonna have them wrapped around my cock sometime." (Names) mouth dropped open, a gasp leaving him.

"You'd look so pretty riding my cock, bet this jiggles a lot." Jeff growled against (Names) neck, grabbing his ass and shaking the flesh. Another whimper fell from (Name), his cheeks bright red as he watched Jeff's hands run over his body, grabbing and squeezing. "P-please." (Name) begged, his hips grinding against the air. The slight friction of the skirt against his cock driving him insane. Jeff chuckled, hand quick to make its way to (Names) cock. A loud moan left (Name), Jeff's arm stopping him from doubling over.

Jeff let go of his arm, lifting up (Names) skirt to show off his cock. (Name) whimpered and moaned as he slapped a hand over his mouth to stop the embarrassing noises leaving him. He'd never had anyone else touch him there and it felt so good, the way Jeff's hand expertly worked him, flicking his wrist and playing with the tip of his cock. It all drove him insane. "Call me Jeff pretty boy." (Name) made eye contact with Jeff in the mirror, scarred cheeks twisted into a smirk.

Jeff's hand left (Names) cock causing the latter to whimper, Jeff's chuckle rumbling against his back. Jeff picked up one of (Names) thighs, spreading him and eyeing him up in the mirror, a groan leaving him. "So fuckin pretty princess." A moan left (Name), despite the fact he was wriggling in Jeff's hold. Embarrassment flooding him at the sight of himself spread in the mirror. Jeff's hands were hot against his skin.

Jeff's fingers tapped against his lips. "Suck for me good boy." (Name) shuddered as he opened his lips, allowing the fingers to press into his mouth. His tongue messily rolled around Jeff's digits, hands holding onto his wrist for support. Another groan left Jeff, his darkened eyes locked onto (Name) slurping on his fingers. Jeff pulled his fingers out, hand moving to (Names) ass and circling his hole. "Say you're a pretty boy." Jeff commanded, his voice breathy against (Names) shoulder.

(Name) made a noise of discomfort, quickly turning into a moan when Jeff pressed the tip of his finger into his hole. Jeff gently thrust the finger into (Name), not going deep as he teased the smaller. "Say. It." Jeff demanded in his ear. (Name) whimpered. "I-i'm a pre-pretty boy." He choked out, the sight of himself being devoured by Jeff sending sparks through his body.

Jeff's finger slid all the way in, the sweet moan that left (Name) going straight to his cock. Jeff couldn't hold himself back, quick to insert another finger. "Aa-ah! Wa-wait!" (Names) panicked voice rang out as a pained moan left him. "Shh baby, look at you, so pretty." Jeff mumbled, his lips ghosting against (Names) neck and sending him shaking. "Too mu-much!" (Name) squeaked out when Jeff pressed a third in, his back arching into Jeff. "You can take it." Jeff muttered before attaching his lips to the junction between (Names) neck and shoulder, his teeth scraping against the (S/c) skin.

All (Name) could do was force his body to relax as Jeff picked up pace, moans falling from his lips with every slam of Jeff's digits. "Need to be in you pretty boy." Jeff's voice was gruff, impatiences laced into his words. Jeff's fingers left (Name) and he found himself whining and chasing them. Jeff chucked. "Don't worry, I'll stuff you full." (Name) let out a breathy moan, Jeff's cock rubbing against his hole. "T-too big." (Name) whimpered, the feeling of Jeff's large cock pressing against him intimidating. "You can take it." Jeff reassured as he began pressing into (Name), it took a few moments before his head finally breached into (Name). Pained whines fell from (Name) as he shook in Jeff's arms. "Such a good boy, taking me so well. So pretty." Jeff cooed, his words sending (Name) into the sky as pleasure flooded his body.

Jeff gripped his face, keeping him looking in the mirror. "What are you?" Jeff asked, voice steady as he slowly fucked his way into (Name). (Name) moaned and squeaked as he was stretched to his limit, hole burning as Jeff's cock dove deeper. "P-pretty boy." (Name) squeaked out when Jeff thrust balls deep into him. "Good boy." Jeff praised, slowly pulling out and thrusting into (Name). "Look so pretty, taking my cock so well." Jeff's words had (Names) stomach tightening, legs shaking as Jeff bore most of his weight.

Jeff's fingers pushed past (Names) lips, pressing against his tongue as Jeff sped up his thrusts. Loud embarrassing moans flew out of (Names) lips, drool dripping down Jeff's wrist. "Who's a pretty boy?" Jeff asked, watching the way (Names) eyes hazed out, mind going blank as Jeff fucked him. "M-me." (Name) moaned through his fingers, Jeff rewarding him by biting down onto his neck. Jeff's teeth pierced him and he screamed as he painted his skirt white, cum dripping down the fabric and sticking to his thighs.

All (Name) could do was weakly whimper as Jeff's hips sped up, his own high coming close. Jeff's hand moved from (Names) mouth to his neck, wrapping around it. "Who's a pretty boy?" He demanded, voice dark as he growled into (Names) ear. "A-ah! Me! I'm a pretty boy!" (Name) shouted as Jeff's cock continually rammed into his over stimulated prostate. Jeff's hand choked him as his thrusts sped up almost impossibly, brutally fucking into (Name). Shock filled (Name) as he came again, his orgasm hitting him hard and quick as he clenched hard around Jeff's cock. Jeff thrusted a few more times before spilling his load into (Name).

"So pretty baby, look. My cum's spilling out." Jeff giggled, insanity in his voice as his wide eyes watched the mirror. The view of his cum seeping out of (Names) hole made him want to plug up the small boy, keep him nice and full of his cum.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

hello helloooo, i may send this request to other authors

could you do a wednesday addams x gn! reader where the reader can stop time but anyone who is touching them will not be frozen? so like the reader is just like "hey wednesday,(or whatever nickname they have for her) come with me for a sec" and it obviously takes a bit of begging but then they go outside in the rain or snow and the reader just grabs wednesdays hand and puts the other hand up and stops time so the snow or rain just sits there in mid air. could probably make this super fluffy

-C<3

3rd Person POV

You sat quietly at lunch watching Xavier once again try to impress Wednesday by making his artwork come to life. You felt yourself scowl as you caught the slightest bit of intrigue in her gaze.

You remembered a time when Xavier said his powers weren't meant to be used for showing off and that everyone should hold the same mindset.

Obviously his feelings on the matter have changed.

Enid sat with Ajax watching Wednesday resist the urge to stab Xavier. She caught your line of sight and laughed under her breath. It was so painfully obvious that you were crushing on Nevermore’s resident goth, at least to everyone but the girl herself.

You and Wednesday shared a few classes together and she's been sure to share her lack of hatred towards you on several occasions, but Wednesday was always hard to read. Some days you'd dare to say she enjoyed your company and others you'd wonder if she even knew you existed.

Enid walked over to you tapping your shoulder. Your head shot up in surprise so caught up in your envy of Xavier you didn't even hear the young werewolf approach.

"Howdy Y/n!" You nodded giving the girl a small smile.

"Hey Enid."

"You know you shouldn't scowl." You felt your eyebrows furrow. The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Oh please anyone can totally see the little green monster in you whenever everyone's favorite brooding artist gets next to Wednesday."

A light red sprinkled your cheeks as you shook your head in denial.

"I-" the gloomy girls roommate just raised an eyebrow at you making you sigh.

"Am I really that bad?" The fur laughed lightly grabbing a seat next to you, in turn catching the attention of the very object of your affections.

Wednesdays eyebrows furrowed as she watched you and Enid talk. Your cheeks red and a small smile on your face, it was disgusting.

The weird sensation in her stomach making her uncomfortable and not in a good way. It certainly did not help that somewhere in the background Xavier's voice continue to drone on about the possibility of them going on a date.

It was when Enid had touched your hand that she felt aggravated. She stood and waved skipping happily back to their shared dorm making the shorter girl stand abruptly to follow.

"You never know if you don't try."

Enid's words rang on a constant loop in your head. She had encouraged you to ask Wednesday on a date but you still held a great fear of rejection.

You walked around the Quad looking up once you'd heard thunder, when lightning stuck you made your way to Ophelia Hall.

Enid was smirking at Wednesday as Thing "peeked" out from her closet.

"You know Willa if I didn't know any better I'd say you were jealous." Wednesdays glared became more intense making the werewolf stutter. "K-k-kidding but I promise it's not what you think."

A rushed knock on the door broke the both of them from their discussion. You didn't look up as you walked in.

"Hey Enid do you think-" your eyes were caught in Wednesdays intense gaze. Dark eyes sucking you in. Enid glanced between the two of you as you both engaged in a staring contest. Thing signed something to her making the werewolf almost smile.

You took a shuttering breath. "Uh Wednesday would you want to go outside with me?"

The goth blinked. "Why?"

"Because I-I want to show you something." Her eyes narrowed and the werewolf almost growled in frustration before she felt an idea form.

"If Wednesday doesn't want to go with you I don't mind joining you." You both turned to the girl surprised. Wednesday grit her teeth, annoyed as she had yet to figure out why Enid kept being so friendly with you. You stared at her confused.

Didn't she just tell me I need to try and ask her out?

"Let me just grab my coat since Wednesday will probably want to write-"

"Rude of you to assume I didn't want to go." She turned looking up at you slightly. "I will grab my coat now, you should grab one as well."

You smirked making Wednesday pause. "I'll be ok."

You both walked towards the schools greenhouse as you hit a switch opening the room up to the sky above as it began to drizzle.

Wednesday watched as you remained calm the drizzle quickly turning into harsh rain as thunder struck.

"You're going to catch pneumonia." You felt yourself turn towards the shorter girl.

"You know if I didn't know any better I'd think you were actually worried about me Addams." The girl scoffed.

"Quite the contrary I'd much rather have your corpse to perform an autopsy then deal with your assumptions."

You laughed. What a Wednesday thing to say.

You stepped closer to her slowly putting one hand towards her palm up.

She watched as the rain began to grow harder your hair and clothes beginning to grow wet. Suddenly your pinky wrapped around hers and she watched as you lifted the other towards the sky.

She felt the air grow still. She looked at individual droplets frozen mid air, the wind had stopped blowing as did the rain. The thunder grew silent and she found a flash of lightning had just began to illuminate the sky, paused at just the right moment. She could see the tendrils of electricity traveling throughout the grey clouds above.

You smiled as you watched her eyes took everything in. She abruptly pulled her hand from yours watching as the rain had resumed above her but not you.

"You did this." You nodded looking at the scene before you swallowing harshly. Wednesday continued to stare at you making you shift uncomfortably. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking and you felt small under her gaze.

The goth continued to stare slightly impressed by your power but plagued by something else entirely. She felt disgust at the thought of being exactly as Enid suggested....jealous. What a ridiculous feeling. Jealousy suggested emotions and emotions meant weakness, yet the thought of you with her and not Enid wasn't the worst idea she could think of. The thought of you wanting her, having feelings for her and her sharing the same didn't feel weak, especially not with what you just displayed. She just had to be sure..

"Are you interested in Enid?" Your eyes grew wide in shock and you felt yourself almost laugh. If not for the scary girl in front of you you're sure you would've.

"No!" You looked down cheeks heating up as you took a deep breath. "She was giving me advice on how to ask you on a date."

Wednesday grew quiet as she stared at you her hand slowly going towards yours as her pinky slightly hooked around yours.

Time froze again around her again.

"If we were to go on a date, where would you take me?"

The Addams girl continued to keep you in your toes. You felt a small smile grow on your face.

"That would be a surprise." The shorter girl stepped closer to you.

"I hate surprises." You leaned down slightly.

"You'll like this one." You both continued to look into each others eyes as she grabbed you by your tie bringing you to her level. Her lips crashed into yours. For someone so cold her lips were warm, soft and tasted sweeter than you thought they would. She pulled away smirking when she'd seen her lipstick had stain your lips.

In your surprise you let your guard down and got soaked. You put the roof back up on the greenhouse as Wednesday took you to her dorm.

Enid and Thing painting their nails on the floor.

Enid smirked at the sight of you as Wednesday went to get you a towel.

"Nice lipstick Y/n."

[xbruised-peachx]

AHHHH PLS DO NSFW FENDER HEADCANONS I LOVE HIM

ANON YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT PANDORA'S BOX YOU HAVE JUST UNLOCKED BECAUSE IM DOIN THE ALPHABET BABY YOU DIDNT ASK FOR IT BUT IM DOING IT ANYWAY

Fender NSFW Alphabet

Tags: 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem!reader, LOTS OF FINGERING (he literally has the "come here" fingers as his select animation don't come for me), gun play mention, spanking, edging, cockwarming, public mention, marking, not betaread

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

He's definitely the type to just hold you close after, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket and just letting his heavy breath sync with yours. He'll ask if you need anything, like water or a towel to clean up. He'll only leave after kissing your forehead, getting you whatever you need then asking if you'd like to shower with him if you haven't passed out from your own exhaustion. That is one of his favorites though, is just helping you get cleaned up under a nice, warm shower.

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

I never noticed the their favorite body part of this whoops- So his personal favorite of his own is his arms combined with his hands. Not only are his arms super strong but his fingers are so thick but also nimble. He knows how to work you with his fingers alone, and combine that with his massive biceps alone, it's a killer combo. He could get off alone to the way your eyes beg for him as you watch his muscles flex, veins showing as he pumps hard into you, fingers deftly angling up.

His favorite part on you is by far your legs and thighs. He loves seeing you in shorts, skirts/dresses, even tight skinny jeans, he can't get enough of it all. Often, in public, he'll put his hand on your thigh, letting his fingers softly caress at your sensitive inner thigh just so he can watch you squirm, scooting closer to him as he chuckles, your head on his shoulder as he rests his head on yours.

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

Okay... might be controversial here but... I don't think he'd actually want to cum inside. Hear me out; the way his bio is, it does sound like he might have been a bit of accident... like I don't think the CIA op was exactly planning on knocking up a revolutionary while in Budapest but well... NOW FENDER IS HERE SO, I feel like he does consider that and tries to be cautious as all hell, not really sure if he wants kids. That being said, bro has the best pull out game outta everyone and loves cumming on your stomach and thighs. He loves watching it spill down the sides of your thighs, your soft gasps as you feel his warm seed drip down your tummy.

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

He has fantasized about fucking you with a gun. He would never bring it up as it's way too dangerous for him even if it was unloaded and had all the safety, but part of what got him off on that fantasy was the thrill of danger... the idea of you trusting him. Your sweet eyes looking up at him as your tongue wrapped around the cold, black metal. There is one thing you have done though that he doesn't want to admit he liked way more than he should; when you grinded on his boot while sucking him off. (Basically, he has his own military kink he doesn't really want to admit to as he wants to seperate work from you.)

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

He mostly did casual hook-ups before you, not wanting to stay committed as he was worried about ending up like his dad. He didn't want to leave anyone. Now though, he is more than happy to share his experience with you, and god, does he show it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy; he loves just grabbing your hips and slamming into you, your face buried down but still hearing every desperate cry from you, just because his pace is relentless. If you allow it, he'll spank you, just to assert that dominance and because he loves hearing that sudden cry and moan from you.

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

He may crack a couple jokes and tease, but for the most part he is actually serious. Occasionally sarcastic but all of this is mostly saved for foreplay as he just likes teasing you as you get more and more desperate for him.

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

So from his gym skin it actually seems like he manscapes pretty well, not have any hair on his chest or anything (sad). However, I say he has just small happy trail and tends to keep his downstairs short, trimmed but not shaved completely. He seem pretty neat and tidy most times.

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

Though he will seem stoically quiet a lot of the time, he shows his intimacy, his appreciation and adoration of you in other ways. Kissing every part of your body, his eyes trained on every reaction, mouth open as he groans with you moans, whispering in your ear asking, "You like this, darling? ...Good." You can feel his toothy smile as he kisses on your neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His go to is thinking of you cumming over and over on his fingers as his kisses your neck and breasts. He does it when deployed and god, he's been needing to ask you if it's okay to record because there are times where just memories aren't enough, that he wants to sneak a phone so he can hear you moaning his name again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves edging you; especially when fingering you. He keeps count of how often he can do it before you just can't hold it anymore. He also loves cockwarming, one of his favorite morning activities is just holding your hips close as his cock is buried deep inside you. Feeling every pulse of your walls, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your legs barely have to adjust around him to feel him more and more against your sensitive walls.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It is generic to say home in the bedroom, but yeah, he likes to keep it mostly to himself, but he definitely is not opposed to a bathroom quicky or some backseat car fun.

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

He loves the way you look at him. You don't have to say a word, just looking back at him and he's gonna try his damnedest to get whatever you want. He also loves when you wear his shirts, but he warns you, they're gonna come off just as quickly.

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

He doesn't like putting you in actual danger, even if he has had some fantasies. So things like knifeplay or gunplay he'd never do. In general he tries to keep the military away from you as he learned from his dad the hard way.

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

He will lick and suck on your clit while fingering you, but for the most part prefers actually just fingering you. He'll mostly go down for that reason, just to enhance when he's fingering you. He prefers receiving, loving the way your tongue rolls up his shaft and how your eyes look up to him as he cums down your throat.

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

He's definitely fast and rough, but he always checks in to make sure he isn't going too hard on you. He knows his strength and doesn't want to intentionally overstimulate you... though he does on accident but you don't mind at all as he pounds into your sensitive pussy over and over making you cum on him continously.

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

He doesn't mind them, but he still prefers the real thing. He'd rather you cumming multiple times but he can't help it when you're rubbing on his arms, whispering in his ear how bad you want him and how you can't wait to get home. Why wait when he can pull you to the bathroom right there and you can show how bad you want it?

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

He's always down to try things at least once to figure out if he actually enjoys it, especially if it's to make you happy.

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

Oh, him edging you and all his workouts aren't just for show; he can go for hours. He jokes and says its the only cardio he love but it has the hint of truth in it. He loves making you cum multiple times so to feel your plush walls tighten around him, your voice crying out his name, he has to last a while to keep up. And when you hears you begging him to not stop... well, how could he disappoint such a lovely lady like you? He's gonna keep going.

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

He likes a good cock ring personally, and likes using a bullet vibe with you. Only once did he try a vibrating ring and he actually found it too much for himself, cumming too soon he felt like (...you had already cum four times). So he personally keeps the two seperate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease to an extent. He'll often egg you on in the morning, giving you gentle touches on your body through the day, kisses to your neck with breaths that linger on longer than they should. The second you are begging though, telling him please to just give you what you want, he's not gonna fight any longer.

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

I'd actually say he's pretty quiet. He'll have his mouth open, letting out heavy breaths and moans on occassion, even rarer, growling once he's getting closer to his own release. He'll speak in short sentences, just asking if you're okay and how it's feeling, sometimes saying small bits of praise; "So beautiful..." "Amazing, darling" "So.... fucking tight". It's mostly due to his brain being so scrambled, feeling so good while fucking you but unable to translate his thoughts and not wanting to say it in Hungarian... He really doesn't find Hungarian hot in the bedroom so he wants to keep it to English as much as he can.

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

He likes to leave bite marks on your neck specifically so if he catches someone looking at you too long, he'll just smile, and hopefully notice the little tooth gap matches his sweet, not-so-innocent smile.

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

6½" when flaccid, and 7" when hard (16.5cm flaccid, 17.8cm hard). He's pretty thick too, particularly towards the base, and his veins have a tendency to show a lot more, leading to you feeling at he pulses, his heart beat getting fast as he gets closer, and its such an interesting but amazing feeling when it's inside.

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

His is pretty average... until he's on a tour or just gone a while. The second he comes back you're being pinned against as a wall as he shows just how much he missed you, even the neighbors will know he's back home by the time he's done.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He actually tends to be energized post sex, much like most workouts. Unless its done at night, he'll just hold you, make sure you're safe as you drift off into a nap. At night though, he'll make sure you fall asleep first, making sure you're happy and all taken care of before dozing off himself, feeling truly at peace with you.

[mabelstone]

okay but.. hear me out on this.. song one shot of 'Diet Mountain Dew' by Lana Del Rey!!! (you can pick who it is :)) - the same person who asked for enchanted!!

White Pontiac Heaven

matt stone x reader

one of my fav lana songs ever, thank you for the req <3

summary: you're know you're just the 'side piece,' but his secretive, sweet nothings are enough to keep you wanting more

CW: cigarette smoking, fingering, oral sex while driving (m receiving), size kink if u squint super hard, the term "pretty p*ssy" is thrown around a few times soz, I DON'T CONDONE UNSAFE DRIVING!! we have beds for a reason

focus lyrics:

there in his white pontiac heaven; do you think we'll be in love forever?

take another drag, turn me to ashes, ready for another lie

you're no good for me, but baby, i want you

You always made an effort to look pretty for him, knowing you'd succeeded each time he complimented you. You had your hair in a half up, half down do, a white ribbon wrapped around your loose curls. You wore a matching thigh length satin dress with three inch heels with a dainty golden buckle.

He picked met you outside, standing beside his new convertible. Always such a show off. He wolf whistled as you walked toward him, causing your cheeks to match the pretty pink panties he'd later take off you.

"Good morning, Matt," you blushed as you reached the car.

He took your hand in his, brazenly scanning your outfit as he took your hand, leading you to the passenger side. "It is a good morning, isn't it?"

"So, how long are you planning on keeping this one?"

"Until I get bored, I guess," he chuckled, slamming your door before slipping into the drivers side. The car was nice, ridiculously shiny, all red leather interior with an old fashioned steering wheel.

"So give it, what, three months?" You teased, sliding on your sunglasses as it was your turn to watch him now.

"Don't act like you're complaining, sweetheart." He started the ignition, defined muscles flexing with every movement. He wore a white cotton button down with the sleeves rolled up slightly, black slacks hugging his lower half. Short praline curls that moved delicately in the breeze, sunglasses of his own hiding those enchanting emerald eyes.

"I'm not," you defended with a soft smile. His hand found its way to your thigh, your heart leaping in your chest. "Where're we going?"

"Canadaigua Lake," he smiled back, eyes still glued to the road. "Smoke?" He asked, pulling his hand away from your thigh to open the glovebox, pulling out a pack of Marlboro's. You never were a smoker, but you knew he liked it when you joined in with him.

You nodded, taking a cigarette from the box and placing it between your lips. Left hand still on the wheel, he used his right hand to light the cigarette, you cupping your own in front of the lighter so the wind wouldn't extinguish the flame. You took a drag, the burn that was growing all too familiar gracing your tongue and throat, the thick, heavy, yet soft smoke spreading through your chest. He grinned at you from his seat, "you're getting good, you know."

You picked up another cigarette, placing it between his lips this time. You cupped your hands around the lighter for him as you did for yourself, watching the tip of the cigarette turn red as he took a drag.

"At what, smoking?"

He nodded, taking another long drag. He blew the smoke out into the open air, eyes on the road as he affirmed, "mm, turns me on."

"Yeah?" You blushed, already getting that tingling feeling inside you that seemed to creep up on you far quicker with Matt than any other sexual partner.

"What you got on under that?" He gestured to your dress, already halfway through his cigarette.

You pulled your dress up by the hemming enough to reveal your panties and your lower stomach, your stomach flipping at the soft groan that escaped his lips.

"Are those new?"

"Mhm, got new ones just for you." You went to pull the dress back down when you were halted by Matt's swift hand, switching his smoke to his hand on the wheel, careful to not burn your dress.

You moved your hands, letting him take over. You brought your own cigarette back to your lips, blinking innocently at him over the top of your glasses. "So you like them?"

"Take them off," he instructed, fingers now hooking into the top of the silky material.

"You're driving," you protested, yet his hands didn't move, only impatiently tugging at them now.

You pushed yourself up by your heels, cigarette between your teeth as you slipped your panties down, pulling them off around your ankles and placing them in Matt's expectant hand, which was now extended for you.

You were driving on a long open road, and there were hardly any other cars around, so you felt... as safe as you could, I guess. Any rationality you had, however, was thrown out the window when he brought the pink silk to his mouth, licking over the wet patch that had formed embarrassingly early.

You breath hitched in your throat at the sight, moving your legs out of the way as he slipped your panties into his glovebox. You threw the rest of your cigarette out of the car. His fingers found their way to your folds, sliding his fingers through your slick, sending a shudder through your body. He pulled his fingers away, running his tongue over your arousal.

"Tastes so good," he groaned, fingers immediately moving back to your heat, rubbing small circles into your clit. Your legs reflexively spread, your small hand placed on top of his much larger one, impatiently guiding his fingers to your entrance. He chuckled deeply, abandoning his own cigarette butt before slipping a digit into your tight entrance. The feeling caused you to throw your head back, his talented, slender fingers deep enough inside of you to blur your vision. He slipped in another, a pretty gasp tripping over your tongue and falling past your lips, your back arching under his touch.

"Touch yourself too, wanna feel that pretty pussy cum."

You nodded, pretty much on autopilot, your fingers slipping down to circle your clit. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, occasionally scissoring them, the prettiest sounds of approval leaving your mouth.

"Matt," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble as your orgasm got closer and closer.

"Don't stop, baby," he coaxed, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, your breathing growing erratic.

Your head fell back against the headrest, rolling your head to the side to watch him. One hand on the wheel, the other pumping relentlessly, your climax approaching tenfold. He looked to you, hooded eyelids shifting between you and the road, soft words of encouragement leaving his mouth.

"Matt, I- mmh-"

"That's it baby, cum for me," he spurred, struggling to focus on the road as you came undone around his fingers, whining a mantra of obscenities and his name as you internally convulsed with pleasure. "God, you're so fucking good, good girl."

You rode out your orgasm, legs trembling uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head, swiftly pulling his hand away when you became too sensitive.

"I should pull over and fuck you right now," he confessed, fingers finding their way back to his mouth as he sucked them clean.

"Let me return the favour," you offered breathlessly, unbuckling your seatbelt as you turned to face him. He grinned down at you, watching your nimble fingers make quick work of discarding his belt, tossing it by your feet. You unzipped his fly, pulling his briefs down to free his painfully hard cock, already leaking with precum.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around the pretty pink tip, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his arousal this time. He let out a gasp when your soft lips met his tip, feminine whines replacing his soft gaps when your lips slid down his shift. You hollowed your cheeks as you took more of him, sliding your mouth up and down, tongue flat against his shaft, just the way he liked it. His fingers thread into your hair, urging you to take more of him. You breathed deep through your nose, taking his full length, your nose connecting with the soft tuft of hair on his pubic bone.

"Don't you dare stop," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening as he began guiding you along his length. You hummed in understanding, swallowing around him to your best abilities. You quickened your pace, continuing to swirl your tongue each time you reached the tip, feeling his cock flex against your tongue. His hand reached down to your ass, his arm long enough to slip under you, fingers wedging into you once again.

You moaned around him as he toyed with your clit, the vibrations causing him to moan out, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. He bucked his hips slightly, causing you to gag around him. The combination of your warm mouth around him with your pussy around his fingers was enough to send him far over the edge, "I'm gonna cum, baby."

His voice pitchy, grip on your hair so tight that tears pricked at your eyes, hot ribbons of cum shooting across your tongue. You continued swallowing around him, the taste of him dripping down your throat. He moaned like a female pornstar, your pussy throbbing at the sound alone. You slowly pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, lips dark red and swollen.

"Holy fuck, I nearly crashed," he laughed breathily, swiping a finger over your lips tenderly.

"Is there a roof for this thing?"

(did not proof read)

[viviuxd]

MY CUTE SWAN

SYPNOSIS: After your ballet dance you meet again with your older brother, and his best friend, with whom you have been in love since childhood.

PAIRING:boxer x female reader

TW:none!

NA:English and Spanish/inglés y español

"My brother brought his friend!" You shook your friend vigorously, nervous about approaching him. You had seen him a couple of times at your house and secretly harbored a crush on him.

"Did you see him? He's so cute." You twirled around in your lovely tutu, excited to see him there. "I think he was looking at me."

"I'm sure that guy will fall for you, you look super cute. I bet he won't be able to resist you." Your friend grabbed your shoulders tightly, more excited than you. "And I think he's coming!" She let out a small squeal and winked at you before running off.

You glanced to the side and saw your older brother and his best friend walking towards you. Your heart raced wildly as you saw the guy you'd secretly liked since childhood holding a bouquet of roses. You smiled as you approached your brother to greet him with a tight hug.

"I thought you might not make it..." You murmured as he hugged you tightly, lifting you in the air with a big smile on his face.

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I want, little sis." He gently put you down, looking at you fondly. It had been months since they last saw each other.

You smiled at your brother, missing him, but the laughter of your crush interrupted the reunion and made your stomach churn, like butterflies fluttering inside. You turned to him, trembling with nerves.

"Hello..." You greeted, your voice sounding like that of a little girl. You hated how your voice changed when you spoke to him.

"You look pretty," he mentioned, smiling at you, a genuine smile. You wished to kiss him right then. He looked you up and down with seriousness. "Pink suits you."

You swallowed hard, even more nervous at his compliments. You had never had such a long conversation with him. You glanced at the roses unintentionally, not wanting to show your exhaustion in front of everyone.

He smiled mockingly as he extended his hand to give you the roses. "A gift for you, you did great on stage." He leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. Your brother quickly frowned and pulled him back, murmuring, "don't pull your stunts in front of me." Your brother dragged him off the stage, leaving you alone again, but happy about your first interaction.

Quickly, you ran to change. You put on comfortable clothes, as your brother had told you they would go out after your dance. You were excited to spend time with his friend more than with him.

MI LINDO CISNE

SYPNOSIS: Después de tu baile de ballet te reencuentras con tu hermano mayor y su mejor amigo, de quien estás enamorado desde la infancia.

EMPAREJAMIENTO: Boxeador x Lectora

TW: ninguna!

"¡Mi hermano trajo a su amigo!" Sacudiste con fuerza a tu amiga, nerviosa por acercarte a él. Lo habías visto un par de veces en tu casa y estabas secretamente enamorada de él.

"¿Lo viste? Es suuuper lindo." Diste vueltas con tu lindo tutú, emocionada por verlo allí. "Creo que me estaba viendo."

"Estoy segura de que ese chico se enamorará de ti, te ves super linda. Apuesto a que no va a poder resistirse a ti." Dijo tu amiga agarrándote de los hombros con fuerza, más emocionada que tú. "¡Y creo que ya viene!" Ella soltó un pequeño grito y te guiñó el ojo antes de salir corriendo.

Miraste hacia un lado y viste a tu hermano mayor y su mejor amigo caminando hacia ti. Tu corazón latió desenfrenadamente al ver cómo el chico que te gustaba desde pequeña tenía un ramo de rosas en la mano. Sonreíste al verlo y te acercaste a tu hermano para recibirlo con un gran abrazo.

"Pensé que no podrías venir..." Murmuraste mientras él te abrazaba fuertemente, levantándote por el aire con una gran sonrisa en el rostro.

"Soy el jefe, puedo salir cuando yo desee, hermanita." Te bajó delicadamente, mirándote con cariño. Hacía meses que no se veían.

Sonreíste mirando a tu hermano, lo extrañabas, pero la risa de tu amor platónico interrumpió el momento de reencuentro y hizo que tu estómago se revolviera, como mariposas en el estómago. Volteaste a verlo, temblando por los nervios.

"Hola..." Saludaste, tu voz sonaba como la de una niña pequeña, odiabas cómo tu voz cambiaba cuando hablabas con él.

"Te ves linda", mencionó sonriéndote, una sonrisa genuina. Deseabas besarle en ese momento. Él te miró de arriba a abajo con seriedad. "Te queda bien el rosa."

Tragaste fuerte, aún más nerviosa por sus halagos. Jamás habías tenido una conversación tan larga con él. Miraste las rosas sin querer, no querías mostrar tu fatiga frente a todos.

Él sonrió burlesco mientras extendía su mano para darte las rosas. "Un regalo para ti, estuviste muy bien en el escenario." Se acercó para darte un rápido beso en la mejilla. Tu hermano rápidamente frunció el ceño y lo jaló hacia atrás, murmurándole "no hagas tus estupideces delante de mí." Tu hermano lo arrastró fuera del escenario, dejándote nuevamente sola, pero feliz por su primer acercamiento.

Rápidamente, corriste a cambiarte. Te pusiste ropa cómoda, ya que tu hermano te había dicho que saldrían después de tu baile. Estabas emocionada por pasar tiempo con su amigo más que con él.

[honeybear-yammy]

Wild Girl

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, sexual themes, slight degrading kink, car sex, unprotected sex, public sex, being watched in the act

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes to a party with her boyfriend, Steve which ends with car sex.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You gasped and moaned out as you bounced on Steve's cock. The two of you had just been at a wild party and things got steamy between you and Steve so you both had decided to come out here so both of you could be pleased. And now here you were, riding Steve like it was the last time you'd ever be able to.

"Oh fuck, good girl." He cooed as you bounced on his hardened cock. You held onto Steve's shoulder for support and you now began to grind against him instead of bounce. The feeling of his cock nestled deep inside of you was euphoric. You fucking loved it. Honestly, you could never get enough of it.

You continued to grind against him as both of you moaned out in ecstasy. You had been super excited to come to this party with Steve but, you were so glad that you both decided to leave the party to go do something even more fun. You bit your lip as you grinded against him more and your head fell back.

After a while of grinding against Steve, you went back to bouncing on his cock once again. As you were fucking yourself onto him, you saw Steve look out the car window. Confused, you decided to look out the car window as well as you continued to fuck him. Your eyes then widened when you saw a few of his close friends standing there watching you both fuck in the back of Steve's car.

You were about to stop but, Steve stopped you. You looked down at him confused but, he just had a devilish smirk on his face. "It's fine, babe. Just let them watch." Steve said with a smirk. Embarrassed, you continued to fuck yourself onto your boyfriend as his friends watched you both. "Fuck, I love it when you're my little slut." Steve said with a smirk. "Taking my cock so well while my friend are right there watching you. Fuck, you're one wild girl." He said.

He was right, you were a total slut for Steve. And honestly, the fact that his friends were watching the two of you fuck did really turn you on even more. You were also starting to like the idea of being watched by someone else while having sex with Steve. You felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were ready to cum. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Steve asked as he moaned out. You nodded desperately and moaned out as you continued to fuck yourself onto him. "Fuck.." He growled. "Come on, cum, cum for me, babe." He groaned out. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you gushed all over his cock. He came the same time you did, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You both began to catch your breath as your boyfriend Steve looked back out the car window again at his friends. He then rolled down the window with a smirk. "Enjoy the show, boys?" He asked with a devilish smirk. They all nodded and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Fuck man, your girlfriend is fucking hot. We didn't think she was that wild." One guy said with a smirk.

"Well, she likes being watched while I fuck her like the little whore she is, don't you babe?" Steve asked with a smirk. You nodded and bit your lip. "Well, the show is over now so go back to the party. I'll meet you all back there again soon." He said. The guys all took one last look at you before walking off. As they were walking out, Steve called out to them. "Oh, hey! and, there will be another showing later." He said with a smirk. Later? This was going to be one hell of a night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[yong-jelly]

Making out with cix when they’re horny? 👀

MAKING OUT WITH CIX | masterlist

g!n reader x cix

warnings: nsfw! (minors dni)

a/n: CIX BRAINROT AAA these were supposed to just be bullets but i got a littttle carried away hehe

‧₊˚. byounggon

you had suddenly straddled him while he was working on music at his desk, arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him stupidly. he'd be a bit stunned at first, letting out a "woah, you okay, hun?" — but when you whispered into his ear how needy you were, a flip would switch in his head and he'd be all over you right away. his plush lips moved in sync with yours as you let him take the lead, his hands finding the tops of your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. you couldn't help but moan into his mouth and the sound would only spur him on further. his hands would travel up your hips until they were pressed against your lower back where your shirt had ridden up slightly, drawing tiny circles on the exposed skin. he'd use his grip on you to help rock you in his lap, happily swallowing your moans with every brush of your hips against his.

"i'm gonna make you feel so good."

‧₊˚. seunghun

it'd start off with sleepy morning kisses, both of you still comfy in bed and barely awake. you'd be pressed close against his chest to salvage as much warmth as possible in the cold room, your lips moving lazily against his. one of his hands would tightly be gripping your waist as the kiss heats up, smoothly slipping his tongue into your mouth. you'd ride your hands up under his shirt, drawing patterns on his stomach, fingers dancing across his chest. your hands turn him on so much and he'd get hard from only that; you exploring his body. he'd roll onto his back, pulling you on top of him before latching his lips to your jaw, nipping at your sweet spots, and then he'll trail his kisses back up to your swollen lips. the way he rut up into your core drove you crazy, your hands finding solace on his shoulders to ground you.

"i want you so bad, baby," he'd let out in a breathy moan. and what he wants, he gets.

‧₊˚. yonghee

i feel like it'd start out super innocent. probably just watching a show in his bed, or taking a nap together. you feel him shift closer to you before resting his head on your shoulder — and then you feel his gaze on you. you'd look down at him and give him a soft smile before turning back to the screen — but then he'd lift his head and his hand would come up to your chin, turning your face back towards him, capturing your lips before you could even think. this kiss was needier than they usually are between you two and you couldn't stop the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach as his hand moved to hold the back of your neck. he would help you lay down gently before moving on top of you in one swift movement, never once breaking the kiss. yonghee rarely initiated intimacy like this and you knew that he had to have been really pent up to get to this point. you could feel his erection poking your thigh as he pressed himself against you, airy moans leaving his mouth as you reach up to tangle your hands in his hair and pull him even closer to you.

‧₊˚. jinyoung

jinyoung had his lips on yours the moment he had walked through that door. maybe sending him pics of you in only your underwear while he was working hadn't been the best idea — because now he was going to eat you alive. he'd run his fingers through your hair and tilt your head back in the process to expose your neck to him, lightly biting and kissing your skin — just enough to make you needy but not enough to bruise. your hands would be tightly clasped onto his jacket, unable to control your moans as he licked over a particularly hard bite before grabbing both of your cheeks in his hands and slamming his lips against yours again. he'd walk you back towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his thigh. you were already riled up by his lips, and the contact between your heat and the muscles of his thigh was enough to punch a moan out of you, dropping your head against his shoulder.

"none of that, prince(ss). i want to see how i make you fall apart."

‧₊˚. hyunsuk

you can immediately tell when hyunsuk is horny — he doesn't even try to hide it. he becomes so touchy and clingy and if you're not giving him attention, he'll follow you around the house like a dejected puppy. once you're finished with your tasks, you'll finally give him your attention, standing up on your tippy-toes to press a light and sweet kiss to his lips. when i tell you he'd literally whine when you pull away, grip your hips before you could slip off, and pull you in again ten times harder. he'd turn into putty in your hands when you slip your hands under his shirt and run your fingernails lightly down his back. the kiss would be so desperate, quiet gasps leaving your lips as he slowly backs you up against the wall. one of his arms would come up to cage you in, your senses only filled with the scent of his cologne and his soft lips on yours. he'd break the kiss to whisper all the things he wanted to do to you right then and there, his warm breath fanning your sensitive ears, sending shivers down your spine.

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Could maybe get some forced proximity with Izuku (or anyone) who has been trying to control himself but has a huge crush on chubby reader? Like he’s getting hard when her shoulder brushes up against his and has to run to the bathroom to rub one out before coming back kinda crush. They somehow get trapped in a small supply/janitors closet and she can’t help but keep accidentally grinding her voluptuous ass against his dick while being pushed up against the shelves and Izuku is trying to be a good boy and not give in because obviously y/n can’t help it :[[ she totally doesn’t also have a crush on him and doing it on purpose :[ but he looses it once he realizes she’s getting off on it intentionally which leads into some back bending sex in this super small supplies closet? But oh man do they gotta keep quiet because the bell just rang!! (If requests aren’t open my apologies just ignore this!!)

you can't just expect me to not write this wonderful idea now that you've sent it, this is such good flavor!!!

for three whole years, izuku midoriya has been obsessed with you. you, his angel-like friend who has been by his side since the beginning of his hero journey. he loves everything about and cannot imagine himself loving anyone as much as you but that posed another issue for him. he wanted you just as much he loved you. and he found it extremely hard to hold himself back everyday. just the slightest whiff of your perfume made him tremble. he had to excuse himself from your little ice-cream date because seeing your plush lips wrap around the spoon made his cock twitch to life against his thigh and the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was weird and mess everything up between the two of you. izuku already knew that the two of you would just be friends, you'd never shown interest in him and that would be okay--as long as he could stay by your side that was enough for him.

but when he said staying by your side he didn't mean like this...

the closet was tiny. it wasn't made for one person to be in let alone two. you two were face to face, chests pressed together as you tried to avoid knocking down anything behind you.

"someone will be here soon Izuku no need to look so worried" you said, hand resting on his shoulder comfortingly. but that wasn't why he looked worry. it was because this place was so small and your tummy felt so soft rubbing across the front of his pants and he was desperately trying not to think about the fact that your cunt was mere inches away from being pressed up against his crotch. oh god. he was thinking about it and before he realized it he was hard. the tip of his cock poked your stomach. his face flushed in the semi-lit room.

"s-sorry its not.."

"hey it's okay, I know how guys can be--no need to be embarrassed" you reassured him but he didn't want to tell you that he was hard because of how close he was to a girl but because that girl was you.

The silence lasted a bit longer before Izuku noticed you began to shuffle. you began moving your body back and forth and side to side, he hissed lowly to himself, chalking your movements up to it just being a small room but with particularly sharp movement from you he let out a choked moan and you giggled.

"feel good?" you asked and he feels a bit taken aback.

"you're doing this on purpose aren't you?" izuku asks dejectedly. you sigh and roll your hips forward causing the man to lean forward as his hips tremble in pleasure.

"i figure this might be the only time i could show you how i really feel about you so..i'm making my move" you explain as you flip up your skirt and shimmy out of your underwear. you turn around lean forward against the wall, spreading your legs as much as you can in the small space. izuku wants to do things properly, explain to you that he's in love with you, take you on dates, have your first kiss and then maybe do something like this but..his rationality quickly diminishes when he sees the way you take two fingers and spread your lips apart for him. you turn your heard around to look at him and mumble out a quick "please" and Izuku's fingers begin undoing his belt with a desperation he's not used to. he barely gets his cock out of his underwear before he's pushing the fat tip against your hole. he slowly pushes his cock in and the sounds you make have him gritting his teeth, begging himself not to cum.

once he's fully settled in, you shake your hips, encouraging him to begin and Izuku feels like he might melt. you're so hot and wet and you feel so good around him. he doesn't start gently. his thrusts are wild, his fingers dig into the meat of your back as his hips slammed against yours.

the angle of his cock had him hitting your g-spot with a clumsy precision that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. various things fell from the shelves around you but you couldn't care, not when izuku was fucking the feeling from your legs, you could hardly stand but you couldn't care. all you could feel was that knot tightening in your stomach and an orgasm on the horizon.

Izuku's hips stuttered as he came inside of you. you felt a wave of disappointment crashed over you as you lost the build up of your orgasm.

"sorry..s-sorry you just felt so good.." he apologized but you sighed, turning back around to face him.

"it's okay, i'm glad you felt good"

with what little room you two had, izuku got on his knees in front of you and tossed one of your legs over his shoulder.

"you deserve to feel good too"

(sorry abt the ending I got lazy lmao)

[m-jelly]

Can you do a Levi x reader where it’s like the movie crazy rich Asians and the reader is Levi’s middle class American girlfriend and Levi’s family is super rich

I've never seen the movie, so I'll try my best. I'll so do a nice CEO Levi as I don't want to mess with a movie plot that probably people love.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Two worlds, one big heart.

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, being a couple, money difference, cute, comfort, loving Levi.

Concept: Even though your boyfriend is a rich man and CEO of a large company who happily wants to pay for everything, you still work a job and earn an okay living. You like your flower shop and it allowed you to meet Levi. You notice something you think Levi would like, so you save up your money to get it for him. When it's time to buy it, it's been sold. You decide to work hard and make something similar, but when you present it to Levi you're an emotional mess. He reassures you and loves it.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna

You stared in the shop window and felt your stomach drop. The wallet you wanted to buy Levi was gone. You tapped on your phone and researched how to make a wallet. You knew you had the tools at Levi's place now you were living together, so you just had to make him the wallet instead.

You hurried around the shops and bought as much as you could to help you. You wanted it to be perfect. You wanted to show Levi how much you loved him. You didn't have much money and couldn't spoil him. He wanted to spoil you, but you didn't want him to.

You sat in your workspace in Levi's penthouse and began working. Your room had sewing things, gaming things, your favourite books and lots of cuddly toys. Your workspace was your nice safe space to relax.

You jumped at a light knock on the door and Levi softly called your name, which meant he was home and wanted cuddles. You packed away the half-made wallet and opened the door to your lover. You huffed as the wind was knocked out of you by his tight hug.

Levi picked you up and closed your door. "Mm." He carried you to the large sofa and flopped down with you. "Home."

You hugged Levi back. "How was your day?"

"Exhausting, but I'm back home with you." He smiled and kissed you. "That's all that matters."

You pulled at his shirt a little. "You're so sweet."

"I'm thinking we order takeaway tonight. My treat."

You hummed in response. "Okay."

He kissed you and gazed at your sunken face. "What's wrong?"

You sighed. "It's okay."

"Talk to me."

You smiled a little. "I wanted to buy something and I saved up for it, but it was gone when I went to get it today."

Levi delicately rubbed your cheek. "I'm so sorry. Tell me what it was and I'm sure I can get you it."

You shook your head. "No, not I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded and sat up. "I'm good. I have plans."

Levi took your hand and kissed the back of it. He frowned a little and looked at your hand to see where you'd pricked yourself with the needle because sewing leather was difficult. "What happened here?"

You pulled your hands back. "I was sewing something and it wasn't going well."

"Poor bunny." He covered your hands in kisses. "Poor thing."

"I'm alright, don't worry."

He smiled against your hands. "Alright. Let's get dinner ordered."

You nodded and watched your lover order dinner. You snuggled up to Levi and enjoyed your romantic evening with him. Every day that you had time to yourself, you went into your workspace and added more to the wallet. You worked as hard as you could because you wanted to show him how much he means to you. You even added a picture of yourself into the wallet.

You finally finished and wrapped up the wallet. You opened your door to see Levi was waiting for you. "Oh, hello."

Levi smiled. "Hi, cuddles?"

You nodded. "Sure, but I have a gift for you."

"You do!? Thank you!"

You looked down at it and whined a little. "I umm...I might take it back."

"Why?"

You blushed. "You have such wonderful things and this isn't good."

Levi took the gift and noticed the plasters on your fingers. "You...the thing you wanted to buy...you made it instead?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He smiled softly and opened it to reveal the wallet. He admired how well it was made. He opened it to see a picture of you inside. "This is beautiful, thank you."

You welled up. "It's not. It's rubbish. You can have any wallet you want and I made you a terrible one."

Levi pulled you close and hushed you. "It's beautiful and perfect. Thank you so much."

You pressed your face against Levi and sniffed. "You like it?"

"I love it."

"I'll make a better one."

He hummed a laugh as he held you. "This one is perfect, you don't need to make another."

"But Levi."

He kissed you. "I mean it." He pulled his old wallet out and moved everything over. "Perfect."

You whined a little. "I'm glad you like it."

He kissed the wallet. "I love this so very much." He put it in his pocket and cupped your face. "Have you been worried about this all along?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He kissed you softly. "It means the world to me. You have no idea how precious this wallet is."

"I'm so glad you like it. I really am."

"I know I'm rich, but I don't need expensive gifts. I just need you."

You wrapped your arms around Levi and squeezed him. "Same. I just need you. I don't need expensive things, only you."