#memory foam mattress man

[g0nefischin]

ROMANCE

Bigggg hug

[kismetmoon]

been having fun with looser drawings and making up concepts for how they would use prehensile tails

[ID: three digital drawings of two original, stylised Flatland characters named Atlas and Stella on a grey background.

Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with dark grey limbs, a tail with a V-shaped tip, a black eyebrow, one eye with a grey star-shaped pupil, scars on his side and across his eye, and chips in his top and bottom right corner.

Stella is a small humanoid creature who has an eye for a head with four top eyelashes and a blunt point on top, black limbs, a black tail with a fluffy tip and grey skin.

In the leftmost drawing, Atlas is standing and looking to the left with a neutral expression. He is holding Stella using his tail and she is smiling at him and laughing.

In the top drawing, Atlas and Stella are dangling upside-down by their tails from a horizontal pole. Atlas is asleep and Stella is looking at him while her limbs hang down. There is writing by Atlas that says “other limbs tucked in” and by Stella that says “not sure how to do it yet” with an arrow pointing to her.

In the rightmost drawing, Stella is wearing a nightgown and posed as though creeping sneakily. She is shown from the side, facing forward, and smiling mischievously while looking behind. There is writing above her that says “creature…”.

End ID].

[a-single-log-bridge]

Churan : Are you alright? You look like you didn't sleep much last night.

Jiang Yuelou : I got a solid 8 minutes sleep.

Jiang Yuelou : Not consecutively but it's alright . You're not even that blurry.

[drgnflyteabox]

can't get much better

pairing: ghost / simon riley x fem reader summary: simon is forced to take some time off - he makes the most of it. tags/warnings: very soft, pregnant sex, size difference, softdom!simon- he's a masculine man who doesn't let his lady lift a finger :'), oral (f), one (1) butthole kiss, dacryphilia, daddy kink (sigh), minor minor foot stuff, allusions to injuries and chronic pain, title from an adrianne lenker song w.c: 2.5k

You try very hard not to think about it, but it's hard not to notice how massive he is.

Even shirtless, he somehow looks bigger, muscles flush with heat and exertion under the sun. He toils and breathes hard like an ox, working while you sit on the porch wrapped in his big flannel. Wearing his clothes is like being swaddled in a blanket straight out of the dryer, warm and nostalgic and syrupy with love. It leaves you feeling some type of tender. You're afraid of that feeling sometimes, of how soft it is and how soft it makes you. He could ask anything of you, and you'd yield like he was pressing his thumb into a bruised peach.

You have.

"How are you two?" Simon is so quiet when he wants to be. One would think he'd clomp like a horse with how big he is, but he can float like dust. It used to startle you, but you've been sinking deeper into the memory foam mattress of this life with him and it doesn't anymore.

"Tired, even though I'm not doing anything," you squint at him through the late afternoon sun. It haloes him like an angel.

"You're growing my baby in there, love. That's not nothing," his voice is rough, it always will be. But it's rough now like earth and soil rather than rough with pain and smoke the way he'd sounded when you met him.

You're feeling especially nostalgic, it seems, not like it's hard here. His hand is warm on your belly.

"I guess so," you let him pet you for a moment. Your stomach is swollen but not as big as it'll get, just enough to veto pants. A few months to go still. "How's your back?"

"Argh," Simon says, taking a heavy seat next to you. Dismissive and yet he groans a little when his muscles unclench. Classic.

You slowly reach up and nudge him until he's facing the field opposite to you, face toward the golden afternoon sun and his back to you. He's never asked you to do this, to take care of him, but it's your favourite thing in the world.

His back is always rock-hard no matter how many times you take your knuckles and fingers to it. Just a condition of a hard life lived for him, countless falls and impacts and pushing through injuries. There's a slight slant to his spine now that isn't there in the pictures he's shown you of his youth, but the stiffness is the same. You might've said he was born to be a soldier, had you not known him as a father. He could do both, but - you'd never say this out loud - you were privately grateful for this injury. It wouldn't take him out forever, but the recovery would be long. Long enough to get the homestead started, to get you pregnant.

Simon would never be completely still. This was compromise. Sweet compromise, a life started and time with him you could think back on the next time he shipped out. Making the most of things, he would always say. Making the time count.

"That feels good, love" he groans. Bending forward slowly, relaxing, he's like an aloof stallion finally accepting an apple from your hand. Acquiescing. Showing you his back. It's trust, and you savour it.

"I bet it does," you tease back, just a little. Your fingers are nimble and attuned to his specific aches and pains. "Are you hungry for dinner?"

"I'm hungry for something," he turns, slowly, hands reaching for your thickened waist. Huge, work-roughened hands. War-roughened hands, holding you like a delicate egg. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing that holds you together; all your pieces, everywhere, until he's holding you.

Kissing him is a contact sport. It's his hands moving, cupping your breast and then your pussy through your panties, your own hands wrapping around his broad shoulders like he's the only thing keeping you from drowning. It's open-mouthed, breathing into each other. Impossibly, you get softer, melting like ice on a hot day. 

Before you can lean back on the bench, he stands and lifts you with him. He's still hot from the day, damp with sweat, pushing you into the house while kissing you still.

"Simon-" you start, with no goal in mind. "Please."

"I've got you, love," he murmurs. He always does. Before you know it, you're laid back onto the plush armchair in your living room. Simon knows this is the most comfortable place for your newly-aching body. Affection swells in your chest uncontrollably and comes out through your eyes leaking down your face. Sure, pregnancy makes people emotional - but you're still embarrassed, touched by how considerate he is.

"It's alright, shh," he thumbs the tears at the corner of your eyes. His cock tents his work pants, aroused by them. "Let me take care of you."

The next words he murmurs are into your cunt, right over your panties, tongue laving over the already-wet fabric. "Just need your daddy, don't you?" You clench in tandem with his words, hot all over, skin prickling. He pushes your dress up, bunching it right under your tits.

It's reminiscent of how you spent the first night with him, on the very first day you'd met. Hurried, his big head between your thighs and clothes hanging off you still while he made you fall apart.

He's fucking good at it, too. Pulls your panties to the side and builds up the pressure with which he sucks on your clit, softly and then harsher until you shake. You've been extra horny lately, always wet around him and always so swollen. The scrape of his five-o-clock shadow against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh is what tips you over, clamping his head tightly and shouting your orgasm into the heady summer air.

"That all it takes?" Simon grins, chin wet, fingers moving from your hips to your pussy to gently rub along your slit.

"Give me a second, please," it's humbling how quickly you come nowadays. Quick and intense. Fireworks.

You set your foot on his shoulder and he turns towards it, kissing your ankle. Patience is rare with him, something come about only since you confirmed your pregnancy. You miss being overwhelmed by him, miss the nights where he'd guide you over the edge one, two, three times in succession.

He pushes now, just a little, not waiting for your go-ahead but watching you intently. His fingers spread your cunt in a V and he puffs a breath on your sensitive clit. You jump. He grins again, leaning down to lick you, using one hand to hold both your legs under your knees and push them until they meet the soft bump of your belly.

"Hold them there," he says. It's spoken not to you, but to your hole, which he spears his tongue into. You obey as you're helpless to do, holding your legs up and giving him an unimpeded view. It's more than vulnerable, it's not only baring yourself to him completely but giving him the authority to do what he wants. What you need.

Simon eats you out like it's a kiss, slurping you down and letting you leak until the evidence of your weakness to him is all over you. Your legs are wet, and it drips down onto your other hole. He pushes a thumb into your cunt, dipping it in and out.

"Needed me, did'ya? Watched me all day," he's so smug, sometimes. His lips find your bare foot, kissing your sole. "Been wet like this all day?" His other hand finds the meat of your asscheek, spreading you open further, letting the split of you open to him. He leans down, kissing your inner thigh, then your other hole. You whine and clench your pussy around his thumb. 

"So needy," he murmurs, finally finally moving back to your clit. Flicks his tongue over it, something that might've been teasing before but is intense now. Your hands tighten against your legs, head thrown back.

"Oh please- Simon!" You shout again, abs drawing up, stars in your eyes. "Ahh- I'm-"

"I know, honey," his lips suction again around the hard little pebble of your clit, eating like a man starved. 

This is how he likes you. Losing control, coming apart, helplessly vocal against the onslaught of his tongue. No matter how many times you've done this, it never gets old. The release almost always makes you cry, especially intense like this. You're wet all over, face and cunt and legs. He is, too.

"You still with me, love?" He pets your flank like you're a horse.

"Yes," but that's not what he wants.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," and fuck if that doesn't always fill you with warm fuzzy energy. Wipes your brain, keeps you soft and floaty.

He guides you up and out of the armchair, lifts you into his arms when your legs shake too much. That electric feeling is still coursing through you, tingles in your extremities as they come back to life.

The hand he strokes over you is half affectionate, half proprietary. You've been his since the first time he laid eyes on you.

He reminds you of it as he sets you down gently on the bed, your hair a halo around your head and hands reaching to his face where you pull him down for a kiss. Hands find his shirt, pulling it off you, and then the dress. Fingertips touch the headboard, your arms stretching up, making room for him. Slips your panties down your legs.

It's a lingering, indulgent kiss. Breathing each others air, gasping into his mouth, he puts his elbows by your head and lays as much weight down as he can without cramping your full belly. He's as vocal as you, groaning and rutting like a dog.

"Ready for me, sweet girl?" He leans out of the kiss, sitting back on his heels. You nod, desperate and pulsing between the legs again like you didn't just come twice.

"Daddy's gonna take care of you, don't you worry," he rearranges you like a doll, turning you to your side and getting between your legs. A pillow is tucked under your belly, and he tests your flexibility by holding your leg tight to the length of his body. Your hamstring burns a little with it.

A hand holds your knee, another to your waist. His jeans scrape against your sensitive skin.

You focus on little details. His scar, touching his eyebrow and splitting through his nose, ending down by his jaw. The knuckles on his fingers holding your knee, and how rough the pads of his fingers feel on your waist. This man has never had soft hands in his life. Those same hands capable of so much force, so much violence, the very same that hold you and guide you. A shepherd, you his lamb.

The weeping head of his cock kisses your hole, catching there and traveling up. He taps it against your clit until you're tensing, whining, needy again. Tears down your cheeks.

He steadies you, pets your waist, guides his cock inside and it feels like you can breathe again. His mouth laves hot kisses over your ankle, the sole of your foot again, reverent and controlling all at once. The stretch burns - it always does, and maybe always will. Simon is just so big, thick all around and the mushroom head of him could always bump your cervix if he's not careful.

He's careful now, but only just. You can sense his control fraying, his hips driving forward steadily but his thighs tensing and his grip getting meaner. This is your favourite part. Watching him sweat, breathe hard, taking his pleasure in you.

"Yeah-" he cuts himself off with a long, drawn out groan. Deep, from the bottom of his belly and out. "Already so full of me, aren't ya? Can't get full enough."

You plead with your sounds, words out of your grasp. Your hands clutch at the sheets but it isn't enough. He's solid, he's your anchor, but he's losing himself in your cunt and you're free falling.

"Play with your tits for me," he commands, pumping faster. You're reflexively tightening around him, clit jumping for attention, squeaking each time he lets himself in as deep as possible and touches the mouth of your cervix.

Sunlight slowly fades on the bed, the last golden rays escaping out the window as you're bathed in dusk. 

There's nothing to do but obey, hands finding your swollen breasts and squeezing. They've been sore and huge, like that week before you get your period only it's been a couple months. None of your bras fit anymore.

Simon appreciates it, he loves it. Has you cooking for him with your tits out, nipples peaked and pussy leaking. They bounce, now, stopped only by your hands pinching and twisting. It's insane - no one in the world could replicate the feeling. No artist, no musician. Electricity zips from your breasts down to your clit and shit - you might come just like this, untouched, just full of your man and fondling yourself.

"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Fucking," he pants, leaning over you, bending your leg. "Pinching my dick, sweetheart. Your pussy's so fucking good."

The orgasm begins in your toes, tingling. Your muscles tighten, drawing up, up, towards your cunt, which is making obscene sounds around him.

Simon sees the signs, sees your eyes rolling and your body going taut. He abandons your leg in favour of rubbing your clit with two big fingers quickly, up and down.

"That's it, sweetheart, come all over my cock. Go on," his voice is a snarl, barely distinguishable as human, beastly. "Be good for daddy.”

It's like the crescendo of an orchestra, like a summer afternoon in august, like waking up without a clogged nose after being sick, it's - really fucking good. You're near sobbing, crying out his name, abandoning your tits to reach for him desperately. He meets you halfway, shuddering his own orgasm into you. The press of his hips against yours is better than buttered toast, the delicate press of his chest against yours as he lets your leg go is bliss.

"Si-imon," you slur, hands on his cheeks. He laughs and kisses your forehead.

"What's that, sweet girl?"

"I love you," you cry a little more then, feeling him pull out and lay next to you. You're boneless.

"I love you too," his arm reaches across you, pulling you into him. "Both of you." Hand on your belly again.

"That was insane," you pant. He barks a laugh against your hair. "I'm serious."

"I know you are, love," he kisses your forehead, petting your stomach. You can tell it's meaning, can feel the gratefulness behind the kiss. He's saying thank you, for staying with him, for making him a father. Your hand finds his, squeezing back a wordless reply. Of course, it says.

<3

[norrizzandpia]

The Infamous Stream (LN4)

Summary: When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love

Warnings: really nothing yall have at it (except for like one minor insinuation to sex? But its literally like two words tbh)

"Don't mind Y/n and Lando behind me. They fell asleep on my bed after being here for an hour." Max's voice cut through Y/n's unconscious state. Slowly, her mind noted Lando's chest against her forehead and his arms wrapped securely around her. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace and his lips rested right at the top of her head, slightly kissing her hair. If it wasn't for his hands refusing to let her go and the warmth that radiated off his body, Y/n would have gotten up and out of her sleeping position once her brain comprehended that Max wasn't speaking to himself, but to his chat on his stream. With his hoodie engulfing her body, she snuggled further into her boyfriend and tightened her arms around his neck.

"When they wake up, I'm going to tell them about all of you in here going crazy for boyfriend Lando." Max's booming laugh seemed to wake the boy in Y/n's arms as his arms around her tightened and the pressure of his lips against her head lessened.

Seeming to think she was still asleep, Lando whispered, "Quiet down, Max. You're gonna wake her up."

From her position against his chest, Y/n groggily murmured, "No, I'm awake."

Lando's hand came up to cradle the back of her head as she moved to look up at him, "How did we even fall asleep?" Her eyebrows furrowed together and Lando smiled down at her, finding her adorable moments after she had woken up from a nap.

Max chuckled, "Maybe because my bed is so comfortable."

Lando's eyes met Max's over Y/n's head, watching as the chat absolutely blew up over the couple, "No way, Y/n's bed is way more comfortable. She has one of those memory foam mattresses and everything."

"And how would you know that?" Max wiggled his eyebrows at the couple as Y/n blushed and stuffed her face back into Lando's chest.

Lando groaned as his head pulled back, "You wanker."

Finally, Y/n decided it was time to end the cuddling session that was being broadcast to thousands, so she pulled away from her boyfriend and hopped off the bed. However, she couldn't escape from the room quick enough seeing as Max ushered her and Lando over.

"Come on, you guys have got to see these comments." With Lando getting up from the bed and Max's hand hastily waving her face, Y/n took a closer look at the words rapidly appearing on the screen.

Lando_norizz

There is no way I just witnessed that sweet moment for free.

F1-loveeee

CAN WE PLZ TALK ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF LANDOS HANDS??? IM SCREAMING

emma.loves.racing.

They're so priv abt their relationship i feel like i just watched something so intimate

landoismysoulmate

I have never in my life been so incredibly devastated to see two people be so happy and in love

Other comments continued to come in, but Y/n could only read a few. Each of them made her smile as fans talked about how happy Lando looked to be with her. The couple had decided early on that they would keep the majority of their time together private and to themselves, so Y/n could gather that the lovey-dovey moment everyone just witnessed was something entirely foreign. She wouldn't mention that Lando was an incredibly clingy boyfriend who always wanted to be near her or touching her whenever they were in close vicinity to one another and she definitely wouldn't mention that usually their cuddling sessions turned not-so-innocent after an hour or two. All she could do was smile up at the man who was already staring at her like she hung the stars and the moon just for him.

All of a sudden, Lando was hysterically laughing beside her as he pointed to a comment that was quickly disappearing behind all the other chats being sent in. Luckily, she was able to read the words before they were lost and when she did, she couldn't help but join her boyfriend in his hysterics.

Landohasnorizz

Lando heard the nickname lando norizz and said hold my beer

It was a sweet comment and Y/n was grateful the two weren't being bombarded by hateful remarks like some of the other drivers on the grid had to go through when they went public. One of the reasons why Lando had been so hesitant to announce her identity to the rest of the F1 world was because of all the potential hate she could get. However, after years together they realized they couldn't just keep it all a secret when they were likely to get married and live out the rest of their days together.

As if to cut through her overwhelming thoughts, Lando's hand came to rest around her waist as he smiled down at her and said, "I have no rizz. I really don't know how I got so lucky."

[tojipie]

thinking very hard about truck driver toji !

passing mention of sex but no actual nsfw content !

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lugging cargo across the country is no joke, with individual jobs spanning weeks at a time. fortunately, toji somehow ended up with you to keep him busy, his forever passenger princess.

a blurry picture of you two taken on a disposable camera hangs on the dash mirror. the shot is encased in a clear frame and strung up by beaded thread. you’re holding the camera towards the two of you, blowing a kiss towards the lense as toji stands with his arm slung around your shoulders. he’s smiling, a marlboro red pinched between his molars.

toji tries not to smoke in front of you most of the time, opting to pull over at a weigh-in station when his hands start to shake. he’ll kick the same pebble around while you stretch behind the truck, waving at the occasional biker.

it’s rare that men in his profession have anyone to spend the drive with, toji makes the most of it. the older man uses your little stowaway situation as an excuse to take you all across the country, picking up little keychains and stickers for you at every gas station the two of you visit. it’s hard to keep busy when all there is to do is pump gas and fuck, but you’re content with the little dynamic you have.

he’ll pull into a rest stop every time he starts feeling tired, dragging you into the driver’s side seat so he can cradle you in his arms like a little teddy bear. real sleep is done in the truck cab, under a weighted blanket he’d picked up at a strip mall in the mountains.

your “bedroom”, or the truck cab really, is a modest little room behind where the driver’s compartment is. toji tore out the twin sized mattress 2 weeks into your little arrangement, replacing it with a queen sized memory foam one. “a good investment” he called it.

you two rarely if ever sleep in there though. opting for the comfort of a hotel room over the glorified backseat of a sleeping arrangement his truck has. toji can afford it, that much is obvious from how much he spends on room service per week. the man had taught you that a truck driver’s salary was more than enough to keep a girl happy, and with how much you two had been on the road, he was easily reaching the 6-figure mark.

most people would get sick of being forced to spend so much quality time with each other. you never will.

you’ll never get tired of waking up in a different place every morning, spending hours exploring new cities with your favorite boy. you’ll never get tired the way you learn something new about him everyday. a new detail about the family he grew up with, a beauty mark you never noticed on his back, the way his nose scrunches when you say something funny.

you’ll never get tired of the way he stalks up to you after every other rest stop visit, hands clasped behind his back as he prepares to surprise you with whatever trinket he just bought you. and you’ll never regret your decision to be his permanent little sidekick, experiencing every day right alongside him.

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a/n: hii ! i rly rly love this au hehe, i might even like it more than prisoner toji. lmk if this should be a series, and feel free to send in related asks if u want :D

[literaila]

i suddenly thought of this:

satoru, a 6'3 man, probably lays down on top of reader...

“satoru, get off,” you say, but it sounds more like a bad receiver. you basically can’t breathe.

“sorry?” he hums. “did you say something?”

“i’m going to—“ a puff of breath and your hands trying to push him off. “die.”

“but you’re so comfy. like a memory foam mattress.”

“was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“why are you so warm?”

“i won’t be warm when i die from suffocation.”

he lifts his head to look at your face, your glaring eyes and flushed face. “you look like you’re breathing,” he adjusts himself so his head is against your chest. “oh, yup! there it is.”

“my impending doom?”

“your heart. healthy as a horse.”

“you just keep insulting me with these comparisons.”

“you’re a proudly bred mare. the prettiest of the… band? stable?”

“herd,” you say, huffing again. “now i’m actually going to die out of spite.”

“a dramatic horse,” he adds, pretending like he isn’t actively plotting against you.

“make sure to move my corpse off the couch. i don’t want the kids to see me dead.”

“if you die, i’m dying with you. megumi could probably get his dogs to eat us”

“that’s disgusting,” you say, laughing just a little. “don’t talk about that.”

“you’re the one who brought it up.”

“cause you’re crushing me!”

“but isn’t that a nice way to go?”

“i’ve already planned my death,” you tell him, trying to pull his hair. but he’s got your hands pinned. “i’m going to be executed after i murder you.”

“uh-huh,” he hums, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “let me know how that goes.”

“satoru,” you whine, but you’ve given up the fight. “you know you’re basically a giant, right?”

he shakes his head against you.

“a giant psychopath,” you add, “with tentacles for hands.”

“should we test that out?”

“shut up. get off of me.”

“ahh, can’t hear you. i’m sleeping.”

“oh great,” you deadpan. “it’ll be so much easier to kill you in your sleep.”

he pretends to snore, but you can feel his teeth against your neck as he grins.

“you shouldn’t let your guard down around me, you know?”

“i think this would be a nice way to die,” he says, instead of answering. “as long as you’re the one murdering me, of course.”

“oh, of course.”

[indiweb]

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明示的 ⌇ nsfw. fem!reader. doggystyle & breast groping. missionary & finger sucking. pronebone & bondage. multiple orgasms. leap frog & mirror fücking. full nelson & overstimulation. man handling. ( wc. 2k )

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⍟ RYŌMEN SUKUNA ◞ ───── missionary & finger sucking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" f— fuckkk , just like that , baby. " his strained and husked tone had chills radiating down your spine , back arching off the memory foam mattress he was currently pounding you into. your legs were firmly wrapped around his waist , limbs growing loose at any given moment he curled his hips and bucked right in that oh-so sweet spot of yours he knew all too well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your walls clenched around his pulsating girth like a pray mantis to her lovers head. the sensation was eradicating. you could feel every inch of him , figuratively and literally , the man likewise. all he could simply do with each thrust he slammed against your thighs , was utter the same phrase over and over again ; " ya feel s'fuckin' good , love. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀each hip snap. each contorted breath. each sweat bead that trickled down sukuna’s ever so toned body , it all led up to him hovering over you. two of his digits were shoved into your mouth , your plump lips lining the base of them as your sopping juices coated your throat. he wanted you to taste yourself. to see just how addicting you could be , that it drove him mad. it didn’t help that you were sustaining gags from the length of his thick fingers , every movement he made causing his fingertips to brush against the back of your neck.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the pads of his fingers put pressure on your tongue , your eyes that were already seeing the white tunnel rolling back even further whilst you arched your back towards his chest. succumbing to his touch was one thing , but melting into nothing but an erotic whining mess was another. it only fueled the man’s already enlarged ego even more. he loved watching how you took every centimeter of him in that tight cunt of yours. how you smothered him in your essences from both ends. it was all so euphoric for sukuna.

⍟ SUGURU GETŌ ◞ ───── doggystyle & breast grōping.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀everyone knows that phrase ; face down , ass up. well , you’d be the embodiment of said phrase with how suguru was arching your back , almost snapping like a twig. each buck against your ass had pin needles decorating your smooth skin. it sent you overboard , jaw entirely unhinged with nothing but raw sounds of genuine ecstasy traveling out.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his sleek , yet tender fingers kneaded the flesh of your breasts , hiccups itching after every ragged breath you took. the solidity of your nipples only edged suguru to fondle them more , the thick of your lashes fluttering with ease. the way his skilled digits massaged your flesh felt like you were riding through the clouds , weaving into the sensation of his leaking tip prodding at the entrance of your womb.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀how he filled you up entirely was brain-numbing. stomach-churning. gut-wrenching , even. the veins that traveled along his base rubbed you off perfectly , whines and cries of mercy interlocking with the jaw dropping moans that radiated from your mouth. " ya like being touched like this , huh? how adorable , " his words were leering , the gears in your head turning with each vowel that was stated.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his hot breath fanned your neck like a scorching summer evening , the sweat coaxing your skin only worsening the endurance as you bared his warmth. whilst he continued to ravage your body as if his life depended on it , all you could simply do was enjoy every last second of it. your mind grew cold and body fell numb to his touch , whimpers following behind each melancholy grasp he made against your flesh. it was rough yet so endearing simultaneously , it drove you crazy.

⍟ TOJI FUSHIGURO ◞ ───── leap frog & mirror fücking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it never occurred to you how undeniably hot you looked while being folded clean over , and pounded into from behind. how distinct your own back-arch was. the sight was alluding , your droopy eyes getting lost in the reflection of toji abusing every aspect of your pleading , yet dripping cunt. you could visibly see the hand prints he engraved along the layers of raw flesh on your ass , his fingertips dancing along them and sending stinging sensations to shoot all down your spine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his thighs clapping against your own not only sent your body jolting with every thrust , but had your mouth unable to stay closed. it’d fall open ajar with vaguely inaudible noises spilling out all over the place. the air was thick , moisture polluting it from the mixture of body movement and his ragged voice alluring you with each remark he made about your state of mind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " how cute , ya can’t even watch yourself properly , " he’d mock with a trailing ass slap following shortly behind. you were incapable of even murmuring out a cry , grumbles and babbles being the only sufficient way you could respond to his dick opening you up wider than a balloon.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the pillow that soaked up the remains of your bodily fluids rested diligently beneath your chin , arms folded across with a merciless grip teething at the seams. it was the most untainted thing in the room , your body falling victim to toji and his belligerent ways of making every crevice of your being contort into unsustainable pleasure.

⍟ SHIU KONG ◞ ───── full nelson & overstimulation.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your legs ached more than ever , toes stuck in a prolonged curled position from the state of your body. your own hands were delving into the flesh of your thighs whilst your upper body was squished together like a pretzel. despite shiu’s hands holding your neck in place , the aggression that laced into each thrust he gave caused not only your head to thrash around , but your eyes to flutter vigorously.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you’d beg him to slow down , to tone his aggression , yet the euphoria that tediously crept up your spine only dispersed through the pumping veins of your aching body with each thrust he made. your mind felt like jello ; leaking all over the place after being left out in the beating summer heat , especially with the way your skin stuck together from the intense sweat layers that coated all over. all you could hear was a ringing sound in your ear that lowered at any given moment he muttered those endearing , yet vile words in your ear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " c’mon , love , cover me in your juices. i want to endure every last bit of you. " it was disgusting ; any sane person would think , though you couldn’t help but feel your insides knot together like some sort of ballon animal. you couldn’t respond back , a some-what haze of ecstasy eating away at the remains of your brain. or , what left you could use of it from the rest succumbing to his wrath.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in comparison , you felt as if you were a sort of sex doll. being so lost out of your mind , you just accepted it and allowed shiu to slide his girthy erection through your slick folds after every orgasm that leaked out of you. it didn’t matter if it were five , or fifteen , you lost count after the first three. and , to be frank , you couldn’t perceive time with how nothing but pure babbles mumbled through your parted lips.

⍟ KENTO NANAMI ◞ ───── pronebone & bondage.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀typically , being restrained in any form , or way , would give you anxiety. it’d make you feel as if your chest was caving it whilst the walls crumbled down all around you. like if you were to try and break free , it’d be the last thing you do. the last sufficient breath your body would be able to take. that feeling haunted your dreams , lingering in the shadows like some monster.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀though , with kento , it was like you were suffocated by not only his intense love and admiration for you. but was overwhelmed by his affection that the thought of him binding your limbs together sent a sort of friction between your legs. just the image of him using his tie to hold you in place as he rammed his thick erection down your throat was a worldly experience.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however , it wasn’t as obscene as kento doing exactly as you wished while having you sprawled out , face down on the cloud-foam mattress you two shared. the purple cylinder pillow that completed your bedset was shoved beneath your abdomen , positioning your ass at an angle just perfectly for him to hit all of your sensitive sweet spots and have you drooling profusely all over the duvet covers. your forearms were tied firmly behind your back as he used it to guide his thrusts. it was nerve-racking in the beginning but ultimately succumbed to the pleasure of his nails delving into the raw flesh of your ass.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his dick stretched you out like no man before. you weren’t even sure you’d be able to take all of it at first , yet his soothing words of affirmation had chills spiraling down your back as your eyes rolled further with every inch he slid through your sopping folds. " jus' like that darlin' , you’re doing so well for me , " his gentle , caring tone assured you that he’d treat you well. and , that’s exactly what he did. the pleasure was overpowering your fear by the time he began the second round , your body in for a night of nothing but genuine rapture.

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⠀MUCHOS GRACIAS FOR USING ©INDISPACE PROGRAMS

[igetnosleep]

Kind of having a writers block but I have a stupid idea involving sleeping habits.

Leon is the kind of person (I think) would cuddle and like to be cuddled. Big spoon, little spoon doesn’t matter he just needs some sort of physical attachment when he’s asleep otherwise he can’t especially when he has a partner. Idk he seems like he just needs to hold something alive to make him feel grounded.

Chris finds you sleeping peacefully and chooses violence, just lays down on top of you the weight of many boulders pressing you down on your mattress -you have memory foam so you sink down if not, not a pleasant experience-, I don’t care that man looks like a menace for no reason. “Oh you’re hogging the blankets well it’s basically -4° in here so now I’m gonna be a problem.” On the plus side he’s basically a free weighted blanket.

Idk that’s what I’ve gotten with their vibes. I could be wrong.

Might make a small fic for either one.

[siriusleee]

.22

a short thing using your favorite characters to remind you that 22 veterans commit suicide a day, and that this memorial day is not supposed to be a party. veterans get chewed up and spit out by a system that doesn't care about them, and while fiction is fun, we should remember that. mentions of canon typical violence and suicide. it's a fic about military men, you should already know.

The 7.62 is hot. 

Yesterday was another funeral, skipped in favor of the shooting range. There's a new one almost every week.

22 veterans die everyday!

A deafening crack - one thick finger on the base of a hair trigger. The casing burns his forearm when it flies out. 

Today is 23, but he's almost sure that the poster in the base's med hall doesn't count the ones on the other side of the scope. Or maybe it does. It's not his job to ask those kinds of questions. 

Price's voice cracks in the comms. He sounds old - they all sound old these days. This is not an old man's job, not with the way the arthritis is starting to eat at the base of his spine; not the way the hairline fractures spiderwebs away from his left knee.

 But they move on like young men - him and Kyle crawling in the dirt towards another bunkhouse, another step closer to Makarov, another step closer to bullet for Johnny. 

Simon is tired of feeling old. He's tired of the dirt beneath his nails, the gunpowder smell that clings to him no matter how long the shower lasts. Him and Johnny used to joke about going on vacations with the wives they don't have, watching the children they don't pretend to name chase each other on the warm sand of some beach they've only bled on before. They were supposed to feel young again in their retirement. 

But Simon gets older with every passing minute; every knife that knicks the bones and cartilage that threatens to break down. Retirement isn't coming, he thinks.

He's not Superman after all.

There's a .22 in the drawer of his bedside table. 

Lately he's been sleeping with it underneath the pillow. Memory foam. Thick. It's supposed to block out the feeling of the mattress springs digging into his neck, but it doesn't block out everything. 

He's a dog, spinning around in place to make the bedding more comfortable. But the grass isn't laying down evenly, and there's just a stick digging into the tender flesh of his abdomen beside something that was probably once a set of black stitches. 

22 veterans die everyday!

The 7.62 is hot; the bullet shatters another skull, another set of dreams. Another mother with a notice of her son's death at her doorstep, falling into a crumpled heap while her husband tries to hold back his own tears.

24 now.

Suicide is the biggest killer of veterans, mowing them down the way an enemy force could only wish they could. But isn't this all suicide?

Isn't it suicide to stand in front of a fucking open window when you know there's an unknown sniper on the knoll? Is it really warfare?

Price barks at them to get up, to get going into the house.

Vengeance doesn't wait after all.

22 veterans die everyday!

Simon is exhausted by it all - by the blood and viscera, and the death and destruction. Nothing prepares you for the way fat melts, the way it makes your skin sticky and you can taste it on your lips; the house burns behind him after they ransack it. He doesn't remember who dropped the match. Does it matter?

Does it matter who's pocket it came out of?

22 veterans die everyday!

The .22 is cold beneath Simon's pillow. He can feel it when he gets home and crashes into bed, still dirty from the long flight and his refusal to shower in unfamiliar hotel rooms. He shouldn't be able to feel it through the memory foam - it's supposed to block out all those lumps and bumps anyway.

22 veterans die everyday!

Midnight rolls around - the 12:00 flashing red in the darkness.

It's back to 0, Simon reckons, shifting so the .22 isn't pressing into the base of his skull.

He needs to get some sleep - tomorrow is another day of hunting down Makarov. 

Another 22 gone.

[celenawrites]

After Hours: CH2 — It's Friday then…

Pairing - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader, previous! Phillip Graves x F!Reader

Warnings - Office AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Sexting, Praise Kink, Dry Humor, etc.

Summary -

Life has been out to get you ever since you found your ex cheating on you. To add salt to your wounds, your beloved pet dog goes missing while you try to recover from your nasty breakup and your company has been overloading you with piles and piles of paperwork you can never seem to finish; along with a bunch of babbling interns who can never take a hint when it comes to shutting the fuck up, along with a scary, firm-handed supervisor who seems oddly interested in getting to know you better, despite your reluctance. 

Chapter Summary -

Your week cannot get any better (or any worse).

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<- Chapter 1

Your day comes to an end with relatively no new disasters springing up on you. 

The lack of chaos almost has you suspicious, but you overlook it in favor of clocking out earlier than usual, which is a good half an hour after almost everybody has left the office. You are quick to email all the edited files to Joseph, leaning back in your weary chair as you end your day with a pained groan. About time you get that memory foam mattress, you think to yourself as you clean up your workstation and call it a day. 

Your black pump heels click against the smooth marble floor as you try your best to join the world outside the gray confines of your company walls.  The usual path consists of making an obligatory patrol across the west wing of the building, checking in to ensure nothing was amiss before taking the elevator down to the ground floor and punching out by tapping your ID at a weird angle on the automatic scanner. 

The west wing seems to be almost empty, save for the dim glow of an active computer at the very back of the technical staff room. 

You rarely paid this place a visit, mainly burdened by your duty to keep the office running and putting out all dumpster fires Price cannot deal with. The few times you have been here has been solely due to your need to share lunch with Johnny on relatively slower days. 

With quiet apprehension, you walk towards the object of your attention - only to find Simon hunched over his desk, with squinting eyes as the screen is reflected in his square blue glasses. Underdressed is a word that seems to describe his style - unbothered enough to never dress up when he has to show up for work, you find the man slouching in his chair while wearing a frayed beige hoodie with some gray sweatpants that make it almost impossible for you to look at him without feeling your cheeks heat up in mortification. 

Clearing your throat to grab his attention, you meekly meet his dark eyes as you inquire, “Not going home today?”

He shakes his head, almost as if he’s waking up from a nap and you almost find him endearing in this moment. He responds, “No, have some work. Will lock up and leave in an hour.”

“Okay.”

Silence follows your short dialogues with the senior staff member, making you tap your foot against the floor thrice in order to comfort yourself before you offer him, “I can make you another brew. Should last you until you finish your work.”

He averts his eyes away from the screen and looks at you again, and you feel yourself shrink under his inspection - almost like a timid bunny. You can see him contemplate your offer seriously for a moment before shaking his head. 

“Don’t bother, I haven’t got much left here anyway.” 

“Oh, okay.”

That is all you can manage to tell him before you leave the room, eager to just crash on your awful bed and end your day early. 

The calm that has befallen your office has you on edge, for you are not accustomed to spending your days without being forced to juggle Herculean tasks every hour of your work day. 

Even when you’re on edge with it, you come to appreciate how the almost sluggishness of days filled with nothingness allowed you to just be. A sudden breather in your busy life, one that you appreciated very much. 

Of course, as life would have it, it all comes crashing down Friday morning once you check into the office and find Gracie, a new intern, pacing near your desk back and forth. The moment she spots you she corners you against your workstation, frazzled as she plays with the threads of her sweater sleeve, unraveling just like her. 

“It’s all gone to hell, I tell you!” she tells you, before quieting down as she realizes how loud she’s being. She whispers to you, “It’s a hellhole and all because of him!”

You find yourself awfully confused by her crypticism, so you ask her to elaborate - already preparing yourself to add another petty matter into your long list of events to attend to. Fridays seem to be unusually long for you solely due to the fact that people seem to either forget to work in their eagerness for the weekend, or some ‘emergency’ pops up when all you’d like to do is drink your coffee, answer some emails and force Price to attend his weekly meeting before he fucks off to who knows where. 

“Joseph made a simple mistake. A small one really. We’re interns, for god’s sake! Of course, we’ll be dumb and make mistakes every day. And I don’t know who that man thinks he is, cuz the next thing I know”, Gracie pauses to anxiously chew at her thumb, red hangnails and raw skin evident of the anxiety that’s been plaguing her all morning. 

“Next thing I know is Simon’s losing his head over something and he’s chewing us all out for being ‘incompetent fucks’, and he takes it out on all of us. But it hits Joseph the most, and the next thing I know is he hasn’t turned up for work today”, she finishes her anxious ramble, looking at you with doe eyes and you mentally note to check up on Joseph when you have the time. 

“Don’t worry, Gracie. He’s probably taking a day off in order to cool down. I’ll talk with him”, you reply to soothe her worries and she looks at you as if you’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky for her. 

Her sudden hug catches you off guard, and after profusely thanking you (“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re such a doll!”), she waves you adieu as she exits the floor and you are soon seated on your desk, groaning at the sight of your filled calendar and unanswered emails being reflected on your screen. Joseph will have to wait, you think as you massage your temples - your body betraying you with a migraine for only having iced coffee for breakfast.

You decided to tackle the mountain of unfinished workload, hoping to at least catch the last subway back home before it gets too dark. 

After three hours of uninterrupted screen time that made your eyes water and your back creak whenever you shifted in your chair and an hour after having a cold lunch of leftover salad and toasted bread with gummy cheese, you finally find yourself with a few minutes of leeway to finally look for Price. Not just because you wish to talk to him about Joseph, but also due to the pile of unsigned documents you currently carry in your hands that need his immediate approval. 

After a few minutes of mindless walking to and fro and asking your co-workers of any sightings of your boss, you finally find him exiting one of the conference rooms located on the upper floors and there’s another man alongside him. 

They both seem to be extremely close, and John claps the other man on the back and laughs heartily with him, but you’re too focused on the tip of your shoes to hear their conversation. Everything sounds static to you for now. You blame your anxiety for it. 

“Oh, it’s you”, John’s eyes widen slightly in surprise and he mockingly clutches his chest, “You’d give me a heart attack one of these days with how sneaky you are.” 

You are just unusually quiet around unfamiliar people. You roll your eyes at him, unamused, “Ha, ha. Quit those cigars and I promise you, your heart and lungs will thank you.” 

He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling with radiance. 

“You worry about me too much”, gesturing you inside the meeting room, he asks you. 

“What brought you here?”

“Well, the project deal with Crofters underwent its final review for the proposal and I needed your approval for them before I gave the team the green light. And there’s some more files that could use your ink”, you point to the stack in your hands and he beckons you to sit in the seat beside him as he takes the pile from you and clicks at his fancy little golden pen, skimming through the documents and signing them. 

While he does that, you muster up the courage to talk to him about Joseph. This could’ve been an email, but you decided you owed him that much. Moreover, feeling as if your contribution in ‘proof-reading’ his work could’ve led to him getting unfairly scolded by his superior and his uncle makes your throat dry out constantly. 

And there’s only so much water you can drink before you’re forced to take a bathroom break. Or a few. 

Clearing out your throat in order to begin talking leads to Price to look up from one of the files, as he eyes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Yes?”

You gulp, not being used to ‘complaining’ about one of your coworkers behind their back. You have rarely had any problem with anyone that required you to directly report your higher ups or HR about them. And doing this to Simon, of all people, who has never really troubled you….

“Well, you know Simon can be a bit stern.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you know how he can expect a bit too much from others…”

“I know how Simon is. Please get to the point”, he rubs his eyes, already sighing out in anticipation. 

“One of the interns came to me this morning, and she told me that he kind of went off on them for messing up. Things got pretty rough, and another intern hasn’t shown up to work today. So I was a bit worried”, you trail off, hearing John groan audibly in frustration. 

“Who’s the intern?”

“Um, it was Joseph.”

He curses, wiping at his forehead with his palm and tucking away stray hair as he tells you, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a talk with Simon. Things have been…tough with him. And he’s only this strict because he wants to believe in the absolute best of people. You check up on Joseph and see that he’s alright.” 

“Will do that”, you promptly pick up the signed documents and exit the room, already dialing Joseph on your phone - hoping for him to pick up your call and not ignore you. 

You are at your desk and at your third call when someone picks it up. 

“Hello?” a nasally congested voice asks, and you sigh out in relief as you inform him it’s you who’s calling him. 

“Are you okay, Joseph? Why didn’t you come today?”

“Gracie told you, huh?” 

“Yeah, she was worried sick. She’s a sweet girl.”

“Had to take a day off, or I’d have thrown fists at him.”

You don’t know how to react to that. You haven’t expected Joseph to be angry still. 

“I get it can be frustrating to work in such a stressful environment, and Simon expects perfection - which may make it all the more harder for you to make mistakes. But I hope you realize that the senior staff genuinely wants to help every intern develop themselves so that they can be ready for the industry after graduation.” 

“...”

“It’s okay, take your time. Hopefully you will feel better after the weekend. Take care, Joseph.” 

“Goodbye.” 

A click. And the call comes to an end. 

You exhale through your mouth, not expecting all this to drain you out already. 

And you still have four hours to go. 

Sitting back at your desk with a hot cup of black coffee, you stir the drink with the wooden stick after dumping a small packet of sugar in it. The afternoon sun is sublime, shining through the windows and getting reflected off of the photo frame you have of you and Butters, kept on the desk to curb your nostalgia of your furred friend. 

Almost a week of futility, of just work and no sign of your dog in sight. The police have been essentially useless in the search and you have had to design missing posters to put up around your street and at the dog park you used to go with him, hoping that someone would eventually spot him and bring him back home to you. But still, to no avail. 

Sipping on the warm drink, careful to not burn your tongue, you are happy to spend the last two hours of your work day just organizing some things for Monday and playing card games to kill some time - happy to clear up all the major events and tasks before the day ends. You think you might be able to leave a little early for home, planning on getting some takeout for dinner and watching some trashy late night reality TV until you snooze off in your cozy bed. 

And then the chatter in the room dies, which is strange as everyone around you has been jovially conversing to make the last hours of the day pass by faster. You look up to see Simon standing in front of you and he looks pissed. 

Guess that talk with John did not go well, and this is when you’d tuck your tail and make a run for it - if it wasn’t for Simon already anticipating that and blocking any possible escape for you. Your widened eyes meet his, and he takes it as his cue to go off on you. 

“How dare you?” he grits out, his jaw ticked and voice tense with restraint. 

“How fucking dare you? The fuck you think you are, going behind my back and bitchin’ to Price?” His voice booms around the room, and the few people who were pretending to be busy with work are now looking at him with unbridled trepidation. 

“I-”

“Who are you to say what’s right or wrong?”, he goads you, towering over you with such dark eyes you were scared they’d suck you in and never let you out. 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“They’re my interns, and if they fuck up, they better own up to their shit. They’re mine to manage, and your coddling isn’t going to save them either”, he spits out, looking at you with such resentment in his eyes you wonder if Price had said something to tick him off more than usual. 

“It’s not your bloody job to mother them, and it sure as hell is not your job to bitch about me. If you have that much of a problem with me, say it to my face and stop being a damn coward about it.”

There’s eyes everywhere, and they’re trained onto the scene Simon has caused with you - and you take a shudder of a breath before getting up and standing to face him head on. Your lip wobbles for a moment, before you look at him and tell him, “You’re a dickhead for this, Simon.” 

And with that, you just swiftly leave the office space and make your escape; almost short of running in your block heels as you quickly lock the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it as you wipe away the few tears of frustration that escaped your eyes, careful not to smudge your makeup. 

Your life has been a shitshow for the past month or so, and god forbid, you let another man ruin the weekend for you now. 

You gently wash your hands and clean up after yourself, deciding on leaving much earlier than usual for a change. There’s no way in hell you will stick around the office after getting humiliated like that. There’s a knock on the door, and Gracie’s there as instructed (by text), holding your purse for you. 

She meekly glances at your weary face, and begins, “I heard what happened. Are you okay? I know how much of an ass Simon can be, but he probably didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You decide to not respond to her, not feeling up to the task of psycho-analyzing your colleague and his short temper. That’s not your bloody job. 

“Thanks for getting my bag”, you send her off her way after that, and shooting off a quick text to Price, you quietly exit the office - all the more eager to gorge yourself on some takeout, watch TV and get drunk enough to forget that this day happened and ignore all texts and calls you get tonight.

Note -

After a month of inactivity(cuz I was busy interviewing in different places and studying for it) and writer's block, I finally updated. Updates will be sparse, but I will try to be more consistent.

[moni-logues]

Early Riser

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gn) Genre: smut, pwp Rating: 18 (oral sex, male receiving; somnophilia) Word count: 1001

Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one

AN: it's a repost! because it's been a while!! because I definitely did not completely forget all about them lmao just some short, sweet smut for your Wednesday evening; you are welcome!

*** Your hand rummages under your pillow to turn off your silent, vibrating alarm clock. You groan inwardly as you check the time: 6am. The things you do for this man. You would never usually wake this early, but Jungkook has to get up early for work – on his birthday of all days – so sacrifices must be made. You turn your head to check that the alarm hasn’t woken him as well, but he looks deep asleep. You praise the lord that he’s sleeping on his back… This would’ve been difficult if you’d woken up and found him on his stomach! A special treat for a very special boy.

You sit up carefully so as not to disturb him and gently, gingerly pulled back the covers from him. Counting your blessings that the mattress is memory foam, and therefore less bouncy, you straddle him and shuffle downwards, taking his boxers with you.

When JK first asked you about what you were about to do, you were surprised at how shy he was. He wasn’t sure how you’d react (or if you’d be up for it), but when you first tried it, he came so hard, he almost had your eye out. That alone would’ve encouraged you, but the truth is he needn’t have hesitated to ask you at all: you love doing it. You’d do it far more often if you weren’t worried about it losing its novelty. You reserve it for special occasions only – ok and some mornings where you just wake up out of your mind horny and can’t resist.

You make sure your hands are warm before picking up his flaccid member. You rub the tip with one hand and massage his balls with the other before taking it into your mouth. You focus on the head, flicking your eyes upwards to catch when he wakes. After a minute or two, he’s still barely hard and his mouth has dropped open. He must be deeply, deeply asleep. You moan with him in your mouth, taking in his whole length. You shuffle a little less carefully, trying to bring him up to a slightly shallower sleep so that at least his body is conscious if not his mind. As soon as you feel his cock twitch, you know you’ve got him. He hardens quickly and moans quietly, but still asleep. Now you’re working with the right equipment, you hit your stride. This is actually your favourite part: the anticipation of the moment when he wakes and realises what’s happening, the split second of surprise followed by a smug, satisfied grin as he stretches and then sinks back into the mattress, sighing happily.

He’s hot and hard and you’re loving the taste of him. You run a hand up and down his shaft and shift your attention to his balls. You envelop one in your mouth and gently suck as your hand gently squeezes his tip. You switch to the other and then run your tongue up the base of his manhood. You can feel him stirring as you flick your tongue across his eye and back. You keep your eyes focused on his face, waiting for the moment.

And there it is. A small mouth opened in surprise and then a triumphant grin. He flings his arms out to either side and stretches, then takes a hand and tangles it in your hair.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asks, a little breathlessly.

You rise slightly and grin at him.

“Not yet,” you answer, looking at him expectantly. You wait for him to do so before continuing. He frowns at you in mock annoyance and whines.

“Fine, fine, I love you! I love you! Please… keep going…”

You gladly return to work. You can feel yourself getting hot, hotter than hot. Getting him off gets you off like you didn’t know it ever could. You moan as you take him deeper and deeper, your eyes never leaving his. He’s a watcher and you are, too. You love to see him come undone: the frowns of pleasure that pass across his face like clouds, the widening of his eyes as you hit a sweet spot accompanying small gasps, the sweat that moistens the hair around the edge of his face, curling and sticking to his brow. He gets quieter and quieter as he gets closer to the edge, his moans and groans disappearing as he loses himself in his own world of ecstasy. His breath catches in his throat and you feel his muscles tense beneath you. You work a little faster, hollow your cheeks, and take him as deep as you can.

“Yes…” The word barely escapes his lips, caught up in a gasp as he fights his need to come and come now. He wants this to last as long as it can but he’s not sure he can hold out much longer. He’s panting and his hips rise involuntarily, bucking into your mouth. You can feel the vein in his shaft pulse and you keep steady, knowing it’ll be any second now. If waking up to a blowjob is Jungkook’s favourite thing, his second favourite is watching himself come into your open mouth. You’ve got the timing down to an art and you open wide, your tongue resting against the underside of his tip as he cries out. You catch it all on your waiting tongue and swallow lasciviously. You suck his tip like a lollipop as he groans, breathing heavily, muscles loose and limbs lying heavily on the bed. His eyes, barely open, watch you lick up every drop of his white honey and he grins. You trail kisses up his stomach and chest and neck before giving him a big, sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

He wraps his arms around you and presses little kisses all over your face. Still breathless, he asks

“Have I told you today that I love you?” with a chuckle.

[bobohu4eva]

Messy

Part 2/2

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun

Genre: Enemies(ish) to lovers, roommates, smut

WC: 7k

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It was when you woke up the next morning and replayed it all in your head that you realized how odd it all felt. Baekhyun was still asleep next to you and you couldn’t help but admire his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like this, and it was cute how his face even looked a little swollen. He was such a pretty man. Even with that stupid red and black mullet framing his face, he still looked amazing. 

You couldn’t get over the fact that you’d held onto him like you did, even though it was only because you were scared. And what were you supposed to do now? Get up and leave before he wakes up? Stay there and wait? Would he want to talk about it? You hoped he wouldn’t. But then when would you clarify that it was all only because you were scared? He definitely needed to know that you never would have done that under normal circumstances. 

Before you could dwell on it any further you felt him moving, turning until he was facing you, a tired look on his face as he slowly sat up. 

“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice deep and rough from just having woken up. “Did you sleep okay?” 

You already felt yourself reddening as you nodded back at him. 

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s that huge of a baby about thunderstorms, that was really something.” 

Immediately a frown pulled at your lips and you let out a sound of disagreement, picking up the nearest pillow and launching it in his direction. 

“Can you not go even one day without being a menace?” You groaned. “They’re just scary, it’s like being in a real life horror movie constantly waiting for the next jump scare. I hate it.” 

“Yeah I could tell.” He giggled. “Are there any more irrational fears of yours I should know about? Need me to check the closet for monsters? Or under the bed?” 

You groaned and pulled the blanket back over yourself. “I’m not that much of a wimp, it usually takes a lot more to scare me.” 

“Yeah?” You heard him say and him and his phone flashlight were invading your space beneath his blanket. 

Before you had any time to think his face was directly before yours, beneath his blankets, illuminated only by the faint glow of his phone somewhere among the mess of bedding. Your eyes were wide, unsure what he was doing or why. His face was serious, scanning yours intently. You were glad that the dim light hid most of the redness on your cheeks, but he didn’t need to see it to tell how flustered you were. Your lips were parted slightly, trying to find something to say, to question what he was doing, but nothing would come out. You watched as his eyes moved down to your lips, moving into a small smirk as he took in just how affected you were by it all already. 

His eyes moved back up, locking with yours, and a loud clap had you screeching and falling back as Baekhyun burst into laughter. 

This time you wouldn’t admit defeat so easily and you grabbed the closest pillow, a nice dense memory foam one, and whipped it across the air in front of you, landing square at the side of Baekhyun’s face. 

You heard him grunt and brace himself against the mattress, but before you could celebrate your hit you were being struck yourself, the soft mass pushing you down to your side. You got a hold of yourself quickly and went back to offensive mode, trying to land another hit but Baekhyun was clever and dodged every swing of your (his) pillow. 

You gave yourself a brief break to catch your breath between swings but Baekhyun quickly took the chance to land another hit, making you fall onto your back. You saw him getting close and started swinging again, but your movements were brought to a halt when he caught your wrist in one hand, holding it still. Baekhyun was giggling to himself like a madman, so amused by your struggling and fighting him, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. 

With your free hand you reached and grabbed until you found something and when you landed a perfect hit, catching Baekhyin completely off guard, you let out a triumphant laugh. However, before you could even sit up fully to celebrate, Baekhyun’s hands covered both of your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your pillow. You struggled for a moment, still giggling, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to escape his grip but he wasn’t going to let you go. 

When you slowly opened your eyes Baekhyun was hovering directly over you, and you became all too aware of the situation you were in. You were already panting just from the pillow fight, but now your heart raced as well as you looked up at him, grinning down at you, hands firmly intertwined with yours as he continued to hold you down. He watched as your eyes opened and your face shifted, smile falling as you realized the position you were in. Baekhyun was on top of you, hovering over you, pinning you down to his bed. The room felt like it was becoming hotter with every passing second as you stared up at him helplessly.

“I win.” He whispered. 

You scoffed, trying to act unaffected, but you knew he would see right through you. When you felt his grip on you loosen you sat up, turning away from him and pouting. 

“You play dirty.” 

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you lost.” He responded with a grin. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, throwing one last pillow in his direction before finally getting up out of his bed. He was still chuckling to himself as you left his room for your own. 

The bowl on your bed had a decent amount of water in it and you knew it would be a pain to get it fixed and clean your sheets. You had quite an annoying day ahead of you. 

Once you’d finished getting ready and called the landlord, you made your way to the kitchen, surprised to see Baekhyun apparently already cooking something. To your surprise he had actually made breakfast for both of you, and as you walked into the kitchen a plate of food was shoved into your hands and Baekhyun was motioning for you to sit down with him. You let out a little sigh, but sat down with him nonetheless. 

“What did the landlord say?” He eventually asked. 

You let out a short dry laugh, rolling your eyes. “That he would ‘try and get around to it soon.’” 

Baekhyun made a face, clearly displeased by what you’d said but the drama of it brought a smile to your lips. The two of you went on to make fun of the mean old man, and in no time Baekhyun had you laughing so hard you felt tears in your eyes. 

He was having a great time as well, happily grinning at how easy it was to amuse you, and seeing him enjoying himself too made you feel wonderful. However what struck you the most about his behavior that morning was how he looked at you when neither of you were talking or laughing. Just seeing that frustratingly perfect face with a genuine smile, a smile reserved just for you, one that didn’t come from teasing or making fun of you, but just having fun together. 

Despite the cool fuckboy persona he was starting to appear much more warm and soft to you. He was again wearing his glasses and combined with the oversized t-shirt and sweats he wore he really did look cute. 

He was bringing the dishes to the kitchen when you asked him, “How come you never wear your glasses outside?” 

You heard a small exhale of a laugh leave him before answering. “They look pretty stupid don’t you think?” 

You frowned. “I like them.” 

He looked at you with one eyebrow raised. 

“I’m serious! They make you look less, I don’t know, douchey?” 

At that he scoffed, a hand coming up to his face as he looked at you with fake shock and grief. 

“Douchey? You think I look douchey??” 

You were happily giggling at his reaction. “Are you kidding? With that hair and those stupid flamboyant outfits you always wear? Half the time you look like someone who would try to sell cheap cocaine on a cruise or something.” 

“I look like a cheap drug dealer now? And the glasses are supposed to help with that?!” 

The bewildered look on his face only served to satisfy you more as you shrugged at his question. 

“When you’re dressed like a normal person and have the glasses on you’re almost kind of cute sometimes.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Cute?” 

Fuck. That wasn’t supposed to come out, not out loud at least. Sure, deep down you’d thought so for a while, but saying it straight to his face was downright mortifying. The last thing you needed was more reason for Baekhyun to tease you. 

But that ship had long sailed when he saw the immediate look of regret on your face after you said it. The previous argument was long forgotten as he took in what you’d said, and how flustered you were about it now that he called you out. Your face had gone bright red, eyes wide as you stumbled over your words trying to make some sort of excuse for why you’d said it and failing horribly. 

He really wouldn’t have thought twice about it if you hadn’t reacted the way you did, but seeing how you immediately seemed to freak out, he easily put two and two together. To say that it pleased him would be an understatement. 

“You’re not falling for me now are you?” He taunted, a wicked grin on his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes. 

You were too flabbergasted to even respond. Baekhyun noticed this too of course, and took good note of it. 

“What is it? Hm? I’m right, aren't I?” 

That was your last straw, and you got up to go to your room. “You’re crazy” was all you got out before closing the door. 

Finally alone, you could properly begin to lose your mind. Why the fuck had you said that. You knew he’d never let it go, that was exactly why you so strongly opposed any sort of flirting when it came to him. For him to know just how much he got under your skin, and how you felt more and more drawn to him despite your best efforts, was your personal hell. 

Baekhyun just stayed sitting at the table, chuckling to himself at how flustered you’d become. He wondered, if it would really be that bad an idea to try and start something with you. Of course he found you attractive, even more so than most of the girls he’d take home, but until recently it didn’t even seem like a possibility. But now, he thought, now things were different. It was pretty clear - you had a thing for him. But being roommates still complicated things. 

A few days later your birthday came, which you’d been looking forward to since leaving home for the semester. It would be the first time having your family visit you there, and they promised you a nice dinner and upcoming weekend together. You didn’t have the perfect family by any means, and in fact things often weren’t so great with them, but you were still excited to see them after being apart so long. 

You’d made this clear to Baekhyun, who promised to stay out of your hair while they were visiting. Not only to give you more time for your family, but so they wouldn’t raise any questions about you living with a guy. You knew how your family liked to make a big deal of those types of things. 

Your birthday fell on a Friday, and they were flying in that afternoon to spend the weekend in town. All day you ran around the apartment, making sure it was spotless for when they arrived. Baekhyun was still home, but he had his own plans to go out later and crash with some friends. 

When it started getting a little later in the day, you wondered why they hadn’t texted you yet, about their flight or your birthday or anything. It wasn’t like they were the types to constantly text anyway, but it was still odd. 

At 4pm, when their flight was supposed to land and you still hadn’t heard anything, you decided to call. For all you knew they still needed you to pick them up from the airport. However when your mother picked up, your worries were only confirmed. 

She greeted you with a “sorry sweetie” and you knew they weren’t coming. They’d missed their flight, and not even for any good reason, they just didn’t plan ahead, at all. Rebooking costs money, so they called the whole thing off. 

“We didn’t want to bother you about it” She’d said on the phone. “You can just go out with your friends now, I’m sure you’re already doing that anyway!” 

You told her you would, and that it was alright, and then you hung up and changed out of your nice clothes into sweats. She didn’t need to know that you still hadn’t made any new friends at college. 

What a birthday, you thought, as you made your way to the kitchen to make your own dinner, instead of eating out at your favorite restaurant. Too upset and lazy to cook, you ended up just grabbing a tub of ice cream. 

Baekhyun was rummaging around in his room, getting his things together for his weekend out as you plopped yourself down on the couch, turning on your favorite movie. You thought about telling him that he didn’t need to leave anymore, but he’d seemed pretty excited to get out for the weekend, so you let him be. 

What you didn’t expect was how he looked at you when he realized you weren’t going anywhere, eyes full of concern. As soon as he came out into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, he asked what happened. 

“They’re not coming anymore.” You said simply. 

“What? But it’s your birthday.” 

“Yeah.” 

“So you’re gonna sit at home alone and eat an entire tub of ice cream when you should be out having the time of your life?” 

“Pretty much.” 

Baekhyun frowned. He could tell that you were upset, really upset. He’d seen you cry that one time you yelled at him, but this felt different. He couldn’t see any tears but you just looked… empty, and he knew that was somehow much worse. 

“Have fun with your friends later.” You eventually let out quietly, standing up and grabbing your ice cream to hide out in your room for the rest of the evening. 

“But if you’re not-”

“Baekhyun, please, just go.” 

He could hear how defeated you were, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere, not when you were alone like this on your birthday. He’d been looking forward to spending the weekend with his buddies, sure, but they could wait. 

Rather than arguing, he just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and poured two shots. After downing them both, he poured two more and brought them to you. 

“It seems I can’t drive so I guess I’ll have to stay in tonight.” He said before setting both small glasses on the coffee table, sitting down and pulling you onto the couch with him. 

You sighed, ignoring both glasses for the time being. “What are you doing?” 

He didn’t answer your question, instead grabbing your ice cream and putting it back in the freezer. 

“Hey! I was-”

“What’s that restaurant you were gonna go to?” 

“Huh?” 

“You mentioned something about how you were gonna go to dinner at your favorite restaurant tonight.” 

“Yeah, well, not anymore.” You mumbled. 

“The name, y/n. Just tell me what the place is called.”

You did, and he sat back down next to you, pulling up a delivery app on his phone. 

“Come on, you really don’t have to do this, just have your friends come get you or something.” 

“Already told them I wasn’t gonna make it. What do you wanna order?”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, clearly, and you groaned. As nice as it was, spending your birthday with him wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined either, but it was still better than sulking all evening by yourself. Unfortunately though, just the idea of that, and how depressing it was, was enough to have you start choking up. 

“Baekhyun, I- I think I just wanna be alone.” You tried to sound strong, but the shakiness in your voice was unmistakable, you were gonna cry.

It’s not that you actually wanted him gone, you just didn’t want to have to sit with the fact that he was the only person who was there for you at that moment. But Baekhyun saw the way your eyes glazed over as tears threatened to spill. 

“Bullshit.” He said, grabbing the two shot glasses and holding them up to you, staring you straight in the eyes as he spoke. “You’re gonna drink these, I’m gonna order you your favorite meal, and we’ll have a nice evening together here at home, okay?” 

“But-”

“No buts.” 

His eyes were still fixed on your own when you glanced down at the two shot glasses in his hands. 

It was either this or crying alone so you grabbed both glasses, quickly downing one after the other, grimacing at the lingering burn. 

“See, isn’t that better.”

“Tastes like shit.” 

“It’s vodka.” He chuckled. 

It got quiet and he was still sitting next to you, looking at you with concern, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. That was when it really hit you, that you weren’t spending your birthday with your family, or any friends, just him. At the first sob the flood gates seemed to shatter, and you let it all go, crying freely.

He wasted no time pulling you in, giving you a shoulder to cry on. As he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you, you tried to piece together how you’d gotten there. 

“Why are you doing this?” You asked to the best of your abilities, still crying.

“You deserve better than to be left alone on your birthday, and I still owe you for how much of an ass I’ve been to you.” He replied softly, doing his best to try and comfort you. He waited, staying just like that until he could tell the tears were starting to slow down. 

“What happened?” He finally asked. “Why couldn’t they make it?” 

You took a deep breath before answering him. “They missed their flight, they were already running late, and they didn’t take into account how long security can take.” 

“That’s it?” 

You just shrugged. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, they’ve never been very reliable.” 

Baekhyun didn’t want to overstep, but the more you said the more concerned he became. 

“They’re your family, you should be able to count on them to show up for your birthday.” 

All you could do was sigh, you knew he was right of course, but that was just the way things were in your family. 

“They completely forgot about it a few times when I was growing up.” 

“That’s awful.” 

“Yeah well you’d think I’d be used to it by now.” 

Baekhyun still didn’t like what you were telling him and he couldn’t help but worry, but he didn’t want you to spend your birthday sulking either so he changed the subject. 

 “You never told me what you wanted to order.” 

“You really don’t have to, that place is kind of expensive and I wouldn’t want you to-” 

“Y/n.” He interrupted, smiling, still trying to lighten the mood. “Just tell me what to order or I’ll pick the most expensive thing on the menu for you.” 

“Okay, okay, fine, but next weekend I’m ordering in for us.”

Baekhyun agreed and soon the food was on its way, and you both tuned back into the movie you’d put on. It arrived soon enough and as you both started eating, you became too engrossed in conversation to pay any attention to the TV. The alcohol definitely helped you both let loose a little, and any filter you usually had around him flew out the door. Talking to him like this was easy, and eventually you even started bringing up your ex, someone you’d never mentioned to anyone after the breakup. 

“What happened?” Baekhyun eventually asked you. 

You took a second to gather your thoughts before responding, knowing that saying it out loud would bring back some of the pain. 

“I still don’t know, and that’s what sucks. It was all going great, and then all the sudden it just wasn’t. I asked him, but I could tell he always just made excuses. It drove me insane, constantly wondering what I did wrong, and I still think about it. I never got closure. I really don’t wanna go through that again, that’s why I’ve never had guys over or anything.”

Baekhyun stared for a second, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head. 

“What a pussy.” 

You almost choked on your drink as he said it. 

“I mean, if you’re gonna leave someone, at least tell them why so they can move on. If I had to guess he probably knew he did something shitty and just didn’t wanna own up to it. At least I tell the girls I sleep with upfront that it’s a one night thing.” 

“What a saint you are.” You rolled your eyes. Baekhyun definitely was not the sensitive type, but you still somehow appreciated his words. 

“I’m serious! People just have to be honest with each other.” 

“I guess that’s true.”

It got silent for a minute, and you were about to turn your attention back to the movie when he spoke up again. 

“I’m sorry by the way.” 

“What for?”

“Making fun of you, for not getting laid, I didn’t know you’d been through all that and that was shitty of me.” 

You just shrugged. “You couldn’t have known.” 

“Still, I shouldn’t have taunted you about it the way I did, that was cruel.” 

Thinking back on it, you remembered just how much his words had played with your head. Of course sleeping with him was off the table, but how he’d mentioned it had been so nonchalant, you couldn’t help but feel like he might’ve actually meant it. That idea in itself made your skin heat up. 

“Did you actually mean everything you said?” 

“What do you mean, “everything?” 

“The part at the end on that day I made us pasta.” You whispered. 

Baekhyun failed to fight back a grin. “I don’t think I remember, what exactly was it that I said?“ 

Of course that was a lie, the smug look on his face was more than enough to give it away. 

“Oh fuck off you know what I’m talking about.” 

“Ok fine maybe I do vaguely remember something from that night.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“I don’t lie. I may word things a bit crudely to get a rise out of you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.” 

You swallowed. With the alcohol helping a fair amount to get the words out, you finally asked. “So you’ve thought about sleeping with me?” 

Baekhyun simply shrugged and nodded. You kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“We live together, so it always seemed like a bad idea, but sure I’ve thought about it.”

Baekhyun hadn’t been expecting this at all. Even when he apologized for his taunting you, he wasn’t trying to bring up sex or anything. As far as he’d been concerned, that was still off limits, but the more you talked he realized that maybe things were changing.  

“How often?”

“How often do I think about fucking you?” 

“Mhm.” You barely hum in agreement. 

Before answering you he began to move closer, until his thigh was pressed against yours and his face was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. You were getting dizzy.

“You really wanna know?” Baekhyun knew that if he was gonna be honest, he had to accept the consequences. 

Words wouldn’t form, so you just gave him a small nod. 

“Every day, since I moved in.”

Despite the surprise evident on your face, you didn’t back away from him. Baekhyun knew that this was his chance, and he took it. 

His lips met yours with force, finally allowing himself to press his body against your own. The way Baekhyun's hand moved to hold your jaw, keeping your lips connected, was enough to have you gasping for air. It felt like a switch had flipped, and all your pent up desire for him was finally let loose. There was no more holding back. 

This was so, so, wrong. But fuck, did it feel good. 

He grinned when you pulled away to get rid of your shirt, before climbing onto his lap. As you leaned back in to find his lips again, his hands placed themselves firmly on your ass, pushing you further against him. 

You whined when Baekhyun pulled away, eyes meeting your own. “How often do you think about fucking me?” He said it in the same annoying, taunting tone you’d gotten so accustomed to, but this time, for the first time, it just made you want to wrap yourself around him even more. 

“Every time I touch myself.” You replied, already far too turned on to be bashful. 

“Fuck..” The low groan that escaped him told you just how much he appreciated your answer to his question. 

His lips began to leave marks along your jaw, until you felt his tongue just under your ear, and then he was standing up, your legs wrapping around his hips. He walked you through the apartment, until he was sitting down again on his bed. 

“How do you picture me fucking you?”

His breath against your ear made you shiver, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. 

“First, with your mouth, until you can’t take it anymore and once you’re inside, you don’t hold back.” 

Baekhyun leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, narrowing them at you. “until I can’t take it anymore?” 

One second you were perched on his lap, and the next you were pinned underneath him, unable to do anything but stare back up at him. “I think you’re underestimating me baby.” 

You weren’t sure what came over you, but you found yourself smirking right back at him. “Then prove it.” 

Not even a second later, his fingers had your bra falling from your shoulders, and his mouth latched on to the sensitive skin hidden beneath. The other hand quickly reached the waistband of your sweats, pushing beneath and pulling a gasp from you as his hand settled between your thighs. 

“Aww, you’re already so wet for me.” He mumbled into the skin of your chest as his fingers found the wet spot in your underwear.

“Can you shut up and touch me already.” His teasing, as vexing as it was, could wait. You just needed his hands on you. 

But Baekhyun wasn’t having any of it. His hand disappeared from between your legs and instead moved to your bare chest, as well as his mouth. 

“What was that, baby?” He mumbled into the soft skin, kissing and pinching your nipples, further amplifying the need for him elsewhere. 

“Fuck, Byun, just get on with it, please.” 

With that, he pulled away completely. 

“You want me to show you great sex?” He questioned, propped up on his arms, gazing down at you. 

“Yes,” you answered quietly. 

“Then be patient, the longer you can be patient, the better it’ll feel when I finally let you have it, isn’t that right baby?” 

“You’re mean.” You pouted, you knew he was right, but you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. 

“I’m not mean, I just want to make you feel good.” 

You were about to make another bratty comment but the words got lost when you finally felt his fingers wander to the waistband of your underwear. You held your breath as he pulled them down and off your legs along with your sweats, and finally, the tip of his finger was on your clit.

At first it was barely there, still leaving you whining for more, arching to push yourself further into his hand. Baekhyun continued like that for a while, enjoying how easily he could make your body squirm underneath him, bare chest flushed pink, begging for more. 

You nearly cried with joy when he started kissing down your body, until his fingers were replaced with his mouth, messily licking and sucking at your swollen clit. The pressure was finally enough to have your stomach tightening, and you knew if he kept it up, you would finally get the release you so craved. 

This time Baekhyun didn’t relent, and you felt your mind fill with a thick haze, nothing but pleasure filling your nerves. He was talented, without a doubt, as his tongue brought you closer and closer to bliss. 

When he felt your thighs begin to shake, he took it as his cue to push one finger inside, pumping into you slowly as his mouth continued its attention on your clit.

It was absolutely divine, but somehow still not enough, you felt so close, but he was going just barely too slow, licking and sucking barely too soft to set you off, leaving you right on the edge.

“Do you want to come?” He asked, barely lifting his face from your pussy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” 

Finally, he gave you what you needed. He added another finger, pressing into you over and over, sucking feverishly on your sensitive nub, and all at once, you fell. 

A loud whine filled the room, and your body shook as Baekhyun pulled you through your first orgasm of the night. Mind blank, sweating, and panting, you lay there, enjoying every ripple of pleasure that rang through you as your high took hold. 

His face and hand only left when you started to twitch, overstimulation making you sensitive. 

Baekhyun sat up and felt himself throbbing at the sight of you, completely fucked out. He was far from done with you. 

“Good?” He asked, but he knew didn’t need to. He just wanted to hear you say it. 

“Mhm, so fucking good.” 

“You want more?” 

Smiling at him, you nodded. Baekhyun finally got up to remove his own clothes, and you watched as more and more of his smooth sunkissed skin came into view. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you could assume from the volume of his overnight guests that he was probably pretty big, but when he joined you on the bed, completely bare, you still felt short of breath. He wasted no time positioning himself between your thighs, and the heat and weight of him above you made you even needier. 

This was somehow so much better than what you imagined when you were alone. The need for him was almost unbearable, and you didn’t even want to think about the mess you were probably making, just from how wet he made you. 

Baekhyun on the other hand, was obsessed, gathering as much as he could on his fingers, before pushing them into his mouth. 

“You taste so good when you cum.” He whispered, and his mouth was on yours, tongues dancing with an impatient urgency. 

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” 

You could feel how hard he was, and you knew you were more than ready yourself. 

“What happened to being patient?” He was smiling sweetly at you as he said it, but your heart still dropped. His hard cock was already between your thighs, so close to where you needed him, but he didn’t move. 

“Fuck being patient, I just need you inside me.” 

Finally, his cock slid between your folds, but he only nudged his tip against your clit. 

Baekhyun could’ve gone on like that for hours, intoxicated by the view of you beneath him. Your heavy panting, whining, and begging him, while you arched and squirmed, trying anything to get more contact. 

“Be a good girl and wait just a little longer, and I’ll give you what you want.” 

All you could get out was a small moan of disapproval, but you didn’t dare talk back. 

He kept on teasing you, sliding his tip up and down your clit, slowly enough that it only made you need him more. It was torturous. 

“Think you’re ready for me?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” 

He grinned, “good girl.”  

He put one hand on your waist, and the other on his length, and finally, you felt him push inside.

As much as you’d needed him, the stretch was still overwhelming. He was big, and it had been a while for you, so he started slow. He could see how your eyes squeezed shut, powering through the initial discomfort, until his hips were flush with yours, completely inside you. 

As much as he’d taunted you, Baekhyun was having trouble holding himself back now. He knew you needed time to get used to his size, but going slow felt almost impossible. He leaned up, watching as he pulled out, before taking his time pushing back in, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your pussy. 

He stayed like that, rolling his hips into you at a leisurely pace, eyes flickering between your flushed face and his length as he pumped into you. With every thrust you felt him hit your sweet spot, your moans letting him know how incredible he made you feel. 

Just as you were getting used to his size, he pulled out completely, pressing one hand to your lower belly. 

He pushed inside again slowly, and the added pressure of his hand was divine. Baekhyun could feel himself filling you up under his palm, groaning with satisfaction, and finally he picked up the pace, unable to hold back any longer.

The added pressure of his hand combined with his punishing thrusts rendered you completely mindless, every thought unrelated to him and how amazing his cock felt quickly vanishing. You lay there as he pounded you, and in no time a burning hot pressure took you over, unlike anything you’d felt before. His size and his hand on your belly made him hit your sweet spot harder than anything you’d felt before, and all at once, it pushed you into euphoria. 

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you’d just died and went to heaven. The orgasm he pulled from you was beyond overwhelming, and you couldn’t even register how loud you cried out his name, and how much liquid was suddenly on his bed, and between your thighs. 

 Baekhyun kept pounding you through it, moaning at the way you squeezed him and gushed all over his cock when you came. Of course this was what he’d been aiming for, but he was still impressed when he got to see the way your eyes fluttered and body twitched in reaction to his torment.

“Fuck, fuck, slow down.” You eventually gasped, barely getting the words out. Finally he pulled out, wet cock slapping lewdly against his abs. 

When you finally found the energy to open your eyes and look at him, you were shocked to see his midsection completely wet, along with the sheets between your thighs. 

Baekhyun saw the look on your face, and before you could say anything his hand was on your jaw and his lips were moving against your own. The kiss was dirty and sloppy and absolutely perfect and when he’d finally had enough, he pulled away just enough to speak. 

“That was so hot you have no fucking idea.” 

All that would come out of you was a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, knowing by the sight of his very much still hard cock, that this wasn’t the end yet. 

For a good few minutes Baekhyun just stared, entranced by the sight of you like this, and all because of him. 

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, right baby?”

A lazy nod was all you could muster up in response. He was already the best you’d ever had, and he wasn’t even done with you. Your words of confirmation had his heart rate picking up for a moment, a feeling he wasn’t at all used to. 

“Think you can handle more?” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

He smiled down at you, and next thing he was standing, pulling you towards him at the edge of his bed, where he stood between your parted legs. 

When he started with the same torturous teasing from earlier, running the head of his cock between your folds, without giving you what he knew you wanted, you almost cried. Baekhyun saw the way your lip quivered with how badly you needed him, and the shocks that ran through you when he would nudge against your clit. 

You knew you were utterly pitiful, completely at his mercy, and you didn’t try to fight it. No amount of begging would make him give in, if anything he would take more time, just to hear you whine his name even more. Baekhyun was addicted, basking in the feeling, never wanting it to end, but even he lost his patience. 

The tears finally spilled over when you felt him push forward, filling you to the brim once again. They continued to fall as he started to move, the satisfaction of finally being fucked by him again letting everything go.

He moved your legs to his shoulders, getting an even better angle, and his own restraint went out the window. His thrusts got even more punishing, leaving you with little to do aside from call out his name, and nearly tear his sheets with how hard you gripped them. 

Baekhyun couldn’t remember ever feeling this crazy, this entranced by a girl. The way you took him, hugging his cock tightly and moaning his name, felt like his own personal brand of drug. 

“Who does your pussy belong to?” 

“Y-you.” 

“Say it again.” 

“You, Baekhyun, fuck.” 

One slender hand moved to let his thumb play with your clit, and you were gone. You saw white and your ears rang as you came one final time, almost screaming at the intensity of it. 

Baekhyun was losing control, thrusts becoming less and less consistent, until the sight of you coming and the feeling of your pussy squeezing him sent him into the abyss soon after. You felt him shudder as he came, breathing rapidly, gasping to catch his breath. 

You were still floating on your own little cloud of post orgasmic bliss, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, body completely limp, when you felt him collapse onto the bed next to you. He pulled you up the bed and towards him, bringing you to him for a deep and needy kiss. 

It wasn’t until then that Baekhyun played back what he’d said to you, how possessive he’d become. It was a new feeling, but he didn’t dislike it at all, it was comforting. To hear your praise for him, your need and desire for him, and only him, made his head spin. 

“I think I really like you, Y/N.” 

“Huh?” 

“I think, I want to be the only person who gets to sleep with you.” 

Your face was close enough to his to feel his breath on your lips, and his eyes never left your own as he said it. 

“Like, my boyfriend?” 

He nodded, “if you’ll let me.” 

Baekhyun, your roommate who pissed you off so incredibly badly in the past, was now asking to be your boyfriend. 

“You really mean that?” 

“Why would I say it if I didn’t? I know we’re roommates and I wasn’t always good to you, but I like you, and I want to see where this takes us, if you feel the same way.” 

Your mind still wasn’t completely cleared after the intense pleasure he’d provided you, but you also knew that this couldn’t be the last time you slept together, it was too good to just walk away from. You wanted, needed, to feel it again, and again, and you realized you did genuinely care for him. After all, he’d been there for you when nobody else was. 

His smile when you nodded in agreement lit up the whole room, and you felt it on his lips when he kissed you again. 

“If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’ll have to get rid of that ridiculous hair though.” 

He rolled his eyes, but still agreed. “For you, I’ll do it. No way I could say no to my beautiful girlfriend on her birthday.” 

You giggled, and he kept kissing you, and you looked forward to many many more nights like this with him. Baekhyun, your annoying, gorgeous, wonderful lover.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

What do you think is the huggability score of our main characters + Brick out of 10?

Putting this under a readmore bc this is some EXTREME Research happening here

Peppino: 6/10. Hes short and hes fat and warm and soft so theoretically he SHOULD be a solid 10/10. But he sweats easily and i think physical contact would make him explode so hes shakes like a leaf the entire time. He will not return the hug well but he WILL make an attempt. If you catch him at a good time, hes got the perfect hugs. But maybe bring a napkin or two.

Pepperman: 1/10. Hes too gotdam big. He would love to be able to hug properly but hes very. Wide. And if he does manage to hug you properly, you will end up directly inbetween his eyes and unnervingly close to his teeth. This is also assuming he Wants to hug people; hes got better things to do. Like sculpt and draw and do rich people things like vacationing on a yacht or gaslighting poor people. (The actual pepperman portrait for the boss fight is very cute looking and i give that a 7/10 just bc i can. Hes got a lil painters apron; the whole fit makes him look huggable)

Vigilante: 3/10. It depends on your tolerance for odd textures. Hes just cheese. Hes cheese! Hes a bit sticky; he never leaves residue but the stickiness can be a bit offputting. Hes remarkably dense, so hugging him would be like hugging a memory foam mattress; wonderful pressure pushing against u but again. The texture… He would be a good weighted blanket; thats not a hug but do what you will with this information

The Noise: 7/10. He is small 🥺 Assuming the hug is earnest and Not a ploy to lower your guard, you are just hugging a Small Person. And we (small people) give the best hugs you can possibly have. But only if you let us hug around ur neck and not the midsection; he (we) cant wrap our arms around that. Points deducted bc the noise is just a menace and hed use a hug as an opportunity to chuck a potion of Explode Your House and then ur house Explodes.

Fake Peppino: 10/10. He can change shape and density at will; whatever you look for in a hug, he can do it. Light? Hes as delicate as a flower. Tight? Coiled like a snake. Dont like the goopy texture? For the time it takes to make this hug happen; the texture is Gone. This man Loves Hugs and with practice, has learned to give the Best hugs. As long as u dont mind his face and the odd way his skin seems to warp and bend in front of you.

Pizzahead: 2/10. TECHNICALLY capable of good hugs. Tall, long arms, friendly disposition. Massive point reduction bc hes doing one armed hugs to try and befriend you so he can sell you on this pyramid scheme he just Knows ur going to knock right out of the ballpark. Weaponized Hugs. Put him in Jail.

Gustavo: 9/10. Hes a gnome. Hes hairy and short and he always ALWAYS goes for the arms around the neck bc hes like 3’ tall. He is strong and so all hugs are tighter than you expect them to be and that can be good or bad depending on ur preference. He is also Small and Compact so hes very warm :) Solid hugs :)

Brick: 5/10. VERY pet-able!!! Imagine a rat but just Big. Hes SOFT and hes got Luscious Fur and wonderful little rat hands. But hugs are either 10/10 (rat owners dream) or 1/10 (texture hell). Hugs can be suffocating. Brick does Typical Rat Movements which includes snuffling your head very rapidly. Whiskers tickle. Rat Hands tickle. Brick MAY nibble at your head (beware). You wont be able to wrap your arms around this beast which may be a dealbreaker to some. But assume that this rat both Loves and Craves little huggles, so he is always an eager hugger :)

Noisette: 10/10. All the positives of Noise but without possible mischievous intent. She may fall asleep in your arms since she will be forced to stay still for longer than 2 seconds. Its endearing though.

Gerome: 7/10. Hes like Clay to me, like a block of playdoh. Tough enough to keep his shape, but soft enough that it doesnt Hurt to hug him. Hes not very soft or comfortable BUT hes got Intent behind his hugs. Hed only hug someone if they needed to be comforted and hes Very good at that. Very solid and grounding hugs if youre willing to hug a Block.

Snotty: 3/10. Smelly. So fucking smelly. Ranked higher than Pizzahead just to spite that twink.

[terresdebrume]

17 for webgott! Please 🙏

[From this list of sensory prompts.] [Also part of flash fic week.]

Thanks for the tag friends, I hope you'll like it!

17. Your bed after travelling

David finishes showering before Joe, because he doesn't care as much about his hair. After a brief pat of the towel, he puts his sleep short on and pads to the kitchen, keeping his steps light in deference to the downstairs neighbors, who probably don't care that they're only just back from the Seychelles.

With the groggy movements of a man who came home at two in the morning, David yawns and goes to the kitchen, filling a bottle of water for Joe and a glass for himself, then fishing his journal and good pens out of his suitcase before he makes his way to the bedroom. Joe's already there, of course: pulling the bedsheets down, fluffing David's pillow and plugging the standing fan into the wall.

David sets the water on their respective bedsides in the dim light of Joe's lamp, pauses just long enough to put his journal and pens in his drawer, then goes back to the foot of the bed and faceplants on his side of the mattress.

Joe snorts beside him, sitting down and testing the bounce of his side like it's had a chance to go limp since they left. David luxuriates in the firmness of his side, glad to be rid of memory foam mattresses that are only good if you don't plan on moving at all. With a satisfied sigh, he rolls onto his side over the sheets, facing Joe as he settles under them with a satisfied groan.

"Welcome home," David says, snorting lightly when Joe rolls his eyes.

"Don't be cheesy."

David kisses him, brief but firm, then turns around to look at their bedroom. The shelves where Joe stored his action figures collection, the comics poster on the wall. The novelty clock with fishes for hands that David bought on impulse last year. The tiny bookshelf above the bed, just low enough to be easy to reach without having to get up, where they store their current reading.

David smiles, then wriggles around until he's on his side. Twists to pop his spine back into place. Shifts to his front. Frowns, then hears Joe click his tongue.

"I swear to fucking god," Joe mutters, scooting over the mattress until he can wind an arm around David's waist, pull him close, and rest his nose against the nape of David's neck.

David sighs, settling into the smell of Joe's usual products, his clean skin, the detergent they use on the sheets. After a moment of stillness, the door creaks open wider, and a weight lands at the foot of the bed. Curry, their cat, steps on their legs, arms and shoulders up to the pillow, positioned so she can touch both of their heads.

Joe sighs. Kisses the back of David's neck. David lifts an arm so he can lay it onto Joe's.

They are home.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Open When...

FEBRUARY FICLETS #1

A/N: Happy February, everyone! (Yes, it' true, January is finally over!) For me, has historically been a month of writing slumps and creative blocks. In an effort to try to fight that this year, I am choosing a few prompts from this list and writing something short for them. I have no idea how many I’ll get to, but for now here’s a little Ezra to get things started. This is part of the Angelfish universe.

Prompt: love letter

Warnings: brief mention of accident and injury

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Long distance relationships are always tough, especially when the distance spans different planetary systems. But you still find a way to be there for Ezra without ever leaving your post on Lau.

The relentless hum and buzz of life at Bahkroma base was silenced as Ezra reached his bunk and slid the door shut.

What a day. He sighed, bringing his right hand up to the back of his neck. The smallest tilt of his head released an audible pop of tension that he felt beneath his fingers. What a Kevva-fucked day.

Though the potential for danger on the Green Moon was always high, most dig shifts went smoothly. Trek out to the site, fill the day’s aurelac quota, secure the gems and trek back to base. The terrain was rough, the chemicals used to coax the gems from the fleshy roots was caustic, and without a filter the air would kill a person in just a handful of cycles. But when protocol was followed and equipment maintained - as it always was when Ezra was leading an expedition - the job could be done with relative safety.

Of course, there were still plenty of ways that a dig could go awry.

That day, it happened to be an expired vial of chem left behind by some drifter whose body had long since been consumed by the mossy forest floor. Flesh decays, and the Green is always hungry for carrion. But inorganic material remains for far longer - roto scalpels and extraction forceps left to rust, containers of phaser becoming covered by growth, laying in wait like landmines to be struck open by a drill head or pickaxe. Unlike some of the substances used in filtration and cleaning that lost potency over time, phaser solution only became more volatile. More dangerous.

Which was why Frontier Mining Company had invested in top of the line scanning equipment that checked the ground for evidence of abandoned dig sites before crews were cleared to begin.

The scans came up clean, though. Ezra stepped away from the door and crossed the small space that somehow felt smaller since you’d left for your posting on Big Blue. Choosing what had always been your side, he sat on the edge of the bed and gripped the mattress. They were clean. We were cleared, and then-

He screwed his eyes shut against the memory of what happened next - the distinct sound of metal finding glass, the hiss and bubble of the leaked fluid reacting to the water in the plantlife it spilled onto, the stillness in the half second before the explosion, and the anguished screams that came through the comms in his helmet.

In the end, it could have been worse. No one was killed. Everyone had been knocked to the ground, a few people had been banged up a bit. But Danelo, one of the crewmen Ezra had known for as long as he’d known you, had been the unlucky bastard whose ax had hit the vial. He lost a hand to the blast. Ezra had responded quickly, grabbing a field kit and loading the foam gun to cream up the wound as best as he could until the team was able to get the injured man back to base for proper medical treatment, and that had likely saved him from the worst of the infection.

It was still a grizzly sight. He opened his eyes and they landed on the photo he kept tacked up on the wall - one of you in his arms on the covered porch of your floating apartment out on the Skiffs, the shockingly blue water shimmering in the sunlight and your smile directed at him and not the camera. The picture instantly helped to put him at ease if only just a little. I’m glad you weren’t here for that, Angelfish.

He was glad, even though his missing you ran deeper than the ocean you were stationed beneath, that you were no longer at risk of falling prey to any of the Green Moon’s hidden perils. Glad that what happened to Danelo would never happen to you. Glad that your day to day operations on The Dive were far more stable than the wild nature of Aurelac mining. Even though he ached to hold you, especially on days when just a tiny shift in circumstance could have made it impossible for him to hold you ever again, Ezra was beyond relieved that your days on the Green were through. And that my own up here are numbered.

But days like that - and several others - were exactly what you had prepared for the last time you were both on leave together. Because you think of everything, don’t you?

Reaching up to the shelf that was built into the wall above the bed, Ezra pulled down a string-wrapped bundle of letters. There were fifteen in total, each of them meant for different occasions. You’d sealed each letter with a drop of wax and labeled them with their intended purposes. Open when you score a big pull. Open when your stand is halfway through. Open when it’s your birthday. Some of them were still sealed, awaiting the right time as per your instructions. Others were already opened, their pages folded and refolded along creases made by your hands so he could read and reread them as needed. Open when you can’t sleep. Open when you need a laugh. He thumbed through the semi-wrinkled paper, fingers finding the one he was looking for and pulling it from the stack.

Open when it’s been a hard day.

That one was still crisp and unopened. Slipping the shoes from his feet, Ezra swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned back against the wall, and then he slipped his finger between the edges and tore them apart. So far, every single one of your letters had perfectly matched whatever reason he’d had for opening them. Each one was a reminder of exactly what he needed to hear, as though you were right there. And each one only proved what he’d known for years - that you loved him just as much as he loved you. Let’s see what you’ve got to say this time.

Like always, as he read he could hear the words in your voice, as close and clear as though you were there tucked against his chest.

Oh, my Ezra,

A hard day, prospector? I’m sorry, love. These are the days that I wish I was with you the most. Even if just to put my arms around you to give you a few minutes of relief. You make all my worst days more bearable and the fact that I'm so far away on one of yours is something that I would change in a heartbeat if I could. But since I can’t, this will have to do.

Do you remember that day on H4, back at the training facility, when you asked me to partner up with you for the Vezna excursion? I’m sure you do. It was our first experience on a fire planet and we were both nervous about it. What I never told you, though, was that earlier that day I was very seriously considering leaving the Frontier program altogether. I’d blown my Sector Six practice exam that morning and even though the field assessment was still a week away, I could already hear the gossip. I knew most of the other trainees didn’t want me there, didn’t think I could hack it. None of them were eager to be put on a crew with me, and I was really starting to doubt myself. Doubt my dreams. It was my hardest day of the 582 that we spent there.

But then you came along and you had that smile on your face and you said “Angelfish, there’s no one I’d rather walk through the flames with.” And even though you didn’t know it, that was exactly what I needed to hear. That you saw me as someone who was strong enough to do hard things, even things that made you nervous, too. You saw me as someone to depend on, even when I couldn’t see it for myself.

Ezra, I don’t know what happened today to make you open this letter in particular. But I do know that what you said to me that day? I feel the same. There is no one in this or any universe that I would rather walk through flames with, because I know that you can. I know that whatever struggles the day brought you won’t keep you down, because you’re stronger than anything that might try to stop you.

And do you remember what happened after the Vezna excursion? After we got back to H4 and passed Sector Six? Those ten days we spent in The Ephrate during semester break? I do. And I know you do, too.

I love you, Ezra. You’ll get through this hard time, and we’ll be together again soon. So soon.

He read your letter three times that night, running his fingers over the indentations made by your pen, tracing the lines and curves of the letters where you signed your name. You always ended each letter the same way - Your Angelfish - and each time he read those two words they filled him with a warmth he’d only ever felt when you were there beside him. You were his, and he was more yours than his own.

Flattening the letter over the center of his chest, Ezra turned his head to glance at the photo again. “You always know what to say, Angelfish.”

The reassurance that you believed in him - believed that he was capable of doing what was necessary to get through the hard days, whatever they bring - was the reason he was able to fall asleep that night.

But your mention of that long ago trip to The Ephrate? That was the reason for the things he dreamed about. And he couldn’t wait to be back on the Skiffs with you to tell you and show you that yes, he absolutely remembered those ten days.

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