#neck kisses oh my godddd

[lotus-sunn]

Guilty as Sin - imagine + headcanons. tw; slightly suggestive, but nothing explicit! (maybe someday, lmao.)

"you're very pretty, you know that?" you said, sitting beside leo on the roof of a city building hidden from the public's eye, a finished little caesars pizza box tossed over to the side near you. orange neon lights reflecting and refracting, beckoning in spite of being half dead. 

the last of the evening rays were completely diminished, covering the sky with ebony hues, the wind mumbling incoherent whispers into your ear.

"yeah? you think so, sweetheart?" he murmured, his fingers deliberately skimming over the back of your hand, his thumb sliding underneath, touching your palm. 

his eyes didn't dare waver from yours, he held your gaze close and slowly lifted up your limp hand between the space of your faces. 

the anticipation was so searingly excruciating, you swallowed back the shaking breaths that felt heavy on your lungs, and leo noticed.

while still holding your hand in his, and what felt like your entire being with his gaze, he lightly pressed his lips to your knuckles, watching your reaction intently. soon closing his eyes, increasing the pressure of his kisses, he moved his lips over your skin, forever leaving the burning memory of his touch in his wake.

"you're very pretty, too, hermosa." his words rolled off his tongue, slurred slightly like he was drunk off wine and the feverishly heat of the moment. no doubt reading your thoughts, you could feel the bastardly smug smirk against your skin.

he trailed his lips up to your wrist, his other hand settling on your waist like he was on a mission to praise every crevice of beauty you held. and soon he made it up to your collarbone, neck and jaw. 

"can i?" leo breathed out, mere inches away from your lips. of course, he didn't even have to ask, he knew your answer. in response your hands brushed past over his plastron, settling on his shoulders. he didn't waste a single moment at that, his lips capturing yours in a swift movement.

his kisses were teasing, frustratingly so, and he nipped your bottom lip in a playful manner which won him a whine from you. he chuckled softly into the kiss, pulling away to admire you. he gazed upon you, lovingly, oh so lovingly, and he could not help but smile like a fool in love. 

he really was nothing short of one. feelings he hasn't fully articulated yet tugging his soul every moment he's with you. sweetly delirious in the presence of you, you tasted like a drug, felt like the sweetest sin yet brought him to heaven. oh, love, what are you doing to him?

"i love you, pretty girl." he whispered tenderly to you before his fingers entwined into your hair, the heat of his palm against the back of your neck as he pulled you into another kiss. 

── leo can be not all that surprisingly romantic. he runs his fingers through your hair and presses your hands together, your hands are smaller than his, warmer, softer... he whispers a lot to make sure you're okay even if you're just kissing. cracks a few jokes every once in a while to keep it comfortable.

── lowkey loves making out w/ you to chase atlantic, the weeknd and make up sex by somo with the led lights on in his room

── absolutely loves whenever you tug on his bandana, never fails to draw out a deep churr from him. he'll hold onto you, hands sliding down your backside pulling you against his plastron tightly. reciprocating every bit of glittering passion you give to him.

── he tells you how divine you are to him, how much he loves you in every possible way, how you practically live in his mind. while doing this, he's caressing you all over, drinking in your flustered expression. tracing the marks on your body with his thumb. he takes every chance to show you how much you mean to him.

── leo is unfair at times, heavy with his teasing. the opportunity is too tempting not to take, and the ego boost he gets from flustering you is almost obscene. "hm, what's that, pretty girl? i can't hear you."

── if you ever want to get him back though, leo's most sensitive spot is an old wound along his side! it has long healed, but if you ever brush your fingertips past that specific spot, he'll shudder, breath in shakingly, his fingers curling into your sides on instinct. a very satisfying reaction to watch. 

── he's extra weak for soft, gentle strokes and loving caresses. he'll look at you with hearts in his eyes while you run your thumb over his jaw when praising him. he'll melt if you cradle his face while kissing him. and he's a sucker for neck kisses (receiving and giving), tilting his head back when your lips trace over that one sensitive spot he has on the right side of his neck.

── leo loves to nuzzle into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. burying his beak into the crook of your neck, leaving love bites if you'll allow him to. it gives him a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that he was the one to leave those marks on you, looking back on them later on.

── he loves kissing, in general but he also loves to kiss you like gomez addams. leaning you back, passionately, holding on to you like if he let go he’d never get to hold you again. calls you lots of sweet pet names too. like sweetheart, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, hermosa, pretty girl, cara mia, querida, mi vida, and mi amor.

IM SO NORMAL SOOO NORMAL ITS NOT LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS WROTE SMTH ABOUT MY FAVORITE CHARACTER

[sleepyjuice]

Omg wait imagine when JJ notices you like messing with his rings, he gets a fidget ring that you can spin whenever you're bored(I have one and they're rlly fun lmao)

ahhhh yes!!! I didn’t even know this was a thing lol!!!

jj debated on whether he should let you pick out a fidget ring for him, or if he should just get one and have it be a surprise for you.

He decided to go with the latter, figuring that you would want to pick him out another one at some point.

You had arrived at the chateau after a long day of work, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with your boyfriend. Working two doubles in a row was not for the weak.

“Hey sweet thing, how was work?” jj sat up from his spot on the couch as you swung open the door, kicking your shoes off and setting your purse on the counter as you made your way across the room to your boyfriend who had waited up for you as you didn’t get off work until 11.

You sighed as jj pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.

“Oh, just peachy.” You grumbled, exhausted from spending 12 hours using your ‘customer service voice.’

“Mm,” jj hummed as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving little kisses up and down the skin, “I’m just glad you’re home now, baby.”

You tilted your head, a smile tugging at your lips before you placed your hands on his chest, softly nudging him back a bit.

“I feel gross right now. Wanna shower with me?” You asked, and jj wasted absolutely no time before swooping you into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom as you giggled.

“Yes ma’am!”

After a nice shower that basically just consisted of the two of your groping each other the entire time, you ended up in bed.

You finally felt yourself fully relax for the night as you lay your head on your boyfriend’s chest after a post shower quickie, your half naked bodies pressed against each other.

You instinctively reached for jj’s hands, taking ahold of the closest one in reach to you, sighing as you gently played with his fingers, already feeling your eyelids grow more tired by the second.

You were practically seconds away from sleep, at this point just lazily messing with his rings when you moved to another one of his fingers to toy with his ring when you realized it just fucking spun.

That woke you right up.

“What is that?” Your eyes shot open, immediately looking down at his fingers in your hand, finally noticing that he had a new ring.

You thought you had somehow broken one of his rings or something, but upon spotting the new one, you gently gave it another little push and it spun again, your eyes shooting over to jj now.

He couldn’t hold in his laughter at your reaction, mentally patting himself on the back for his decision to let it be a surprise for you, your reaction was both hilarious yet also warmed his heart at the same time. He always felt like both emotional and material wise, he didn’t have much to offer. Though as your relationship progressed, he began to rewire some of his toxic thoughts about himself, learning more about the good things about himself that his brain never allowed him to acknowledge.

“You like it?” He laughed, already knowing the answer.

“It’s uh, it’s a fidget ring. Basically just a regular ring but it’s actually designed to be played with and stuff.” He explained, watching you with a satisfied grin as you continued to play with it.

“Did you get this for me?” You asked him, and you swore your heart was about to explode. This was genuinely one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for you.

“Course I did,” he kissed the top of your head, “you’re always playin’ with my rings, thought I’d get one that’s more fun, y’know?” He chuckled softly as you continued to mess with it.

“Oh my godddd..” you giggled, tilting your head to kiss his lips repeatedly, only pulling away because you both kept laughing.

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” He hummed, pulling you even closer to him.

“I love it.” You smiled contently against his chest.

“So, you must really love when I play with your hands, huh?”

[ellieswifie]

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FLAWLESS

kinktober week one, oct 4

summary: ellie williams fucking you with her strap in front of a full size body mirror…

warnings: ellie!girlfriend x fem!reader, 18+mdni, smut with no plot, curse words, strap usage (r!receiving), wlw relationship, pet names, definitely rushed, dom!ellie, sub!reader, praising a little bit

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"LOOK HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK RIDING MY COCK, BABY." ellie whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear her. her eyes are draw to the side of the room when she drags her free hand towards your chin.

your brows furrowed in confusion at first before following her heavy eyes towards the mirror hanging from the closet door across the room

your hands are rested on her shoulders, as ellie stayed lifted up on one arm, moving her hips forward to meet your hips while you rocked yourself on her strap in a painfully slow motion.

as you stared at yourself in the mirror, your eyes moved to meet ellie’s in the mirror. they were daring as she watches you, taking in every single detail of your body, sliding down the hand rested on your chin to hover all the way down towards your hip. she rest her hand there before her hip trusts begin to feel deeper and you grow weak.

a faint moan whispers off your lips as her moments grow slower, but deeper. harder. a smile is creeping up her face as she places a quick kiss on your lips.

"how’s that feel pretty girl?" ellie whispers, keeping her eyes on the mirror while you slowly ride her. you just moan in response, dropping your head slightly, trying to hold contact with her.

you can see ellie smirking while she meets your eyes in the mirror, the moon light coming from the window, showing off her beautiful freckled skin.

"you look so-oh my godddd." you feel the strap hit your g spot, unable to finish your sentence. ellie continues to smirk, as you fall against her chest a quiet whimper, falling off your lips. your eyes fell back inside your head tangling your hands through ellie’s hair while her mouth pressed against your hot neck.

ellie’s mouth remain on your neck sucking small bruises on you when she stops moving her hips, but still remains deep inside you, consuming you. your hands lower to rest on her breasts while she lowers her supporting hand down to your other hip, completely sitting up.

she scoots herself in a move comfortable position, causing you to gasp when you feel the strap move around inside you. her face remains stuck on her cocky smirk while she watches you through the mirror, catching a clear picture of your ass.

your body warmth pressed against hers caused you to tear your hands from her breast to wrap a lazy arm around her shoulders, lifting you up slightly off her strap, before ellie’s hands shove you right back down, making you moan in pleasure.

ellie’s eyes dart back to you watching yourself rise right back up, before slamming down to meet skin. ellie could simply just cum hearing the pretty moans your making or the way your back arches after falling back down on her strap.

“your so beautiful," she says, digging her nails into your soft skin, making you start pouncing faster. "absolutely flawless."

you can’t even find the words to respond to her kind compliment. your words are muffled into low moans and gasps. so you run your fingers over her lips, feeling the strap consume you.

but it feels like you need more.

you send pleading eyes to ellie, just wanting her to pound into you already. ellie’s head turns towards the mirror once more, making you follow her gaze.

"your doing so good, baby…" she whispers close to your ear, sneaking a hand to your aching clit to run fast circles. "good girl, just a little longer."

but you can’t. your bones and muscles all feel weak and you just want to cum. you just want ellie and only her.

"ellie…" you moan throwing your head back in awe, but keeping your eyes on the large mirror. you watch as ellie’s face is close to yours, eye browns drawn together, keeping focus on the strap disappearing inside you.

"yeah baby?" ellie teases, biting your ear slightly, before pushing back to get a better look at your tits bouncing.

your head falls back forward, going to rest on her shoulder. her head nods, pushing your body up, then now slowly dropping your hips down back to the strap,.

"holy fuck!" you cried, every bone and muscle in your body growing weak by the second. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. you just cried into ellie’s shoulder, listening to her assuring words while you felt ur orgasm slip through u.

heavy breathing echos through the room while you fell against ellie’s chest, tilting your head to face the mirror, movements stopping.

ellie pushes a long strain of hair out your face while u pushed urself up off her strap, gasping at the lose of contact.

your eyes watch hers in the mirror while you try controlling your breathing.

she’s rubbing her hands through your hair, while you try bringing yourself back down to earth. she’s whispering sweet words in your hair while your body burns and just aches for more.

"round two?" you hear ellie whisper, smirking in the mirror. you could contain your laughter when you watched her in the large mirror. your head slightly nodded while you felt her start leaning down onto the sheets, dragging you down with her.

"but this time you stop looking in the mirror… i stop."

[kitten4sannie]

what do you think about the idea of san having a noona/mommy kink? hehe <3

oh my godddd that baby boy would absolutely have a mommy kink grrrrrrrrr got my mind spinningggg…..

like he’d just be balls-deep in you, whimpering and crying out each time his pulsing cock rubbed against your tight walls, his heavy body pressed against yours, his wet hair tickling your face. He’d look at you so intensely, just a few inches away from your face, and purr, “Mommy, is it good for you? Am I fucking you just how Mommy likes?”

You wouldn’t even be able to think, let alone speak from the way he had you folded up in such a way that you were only able to take his cock each time he fucked it into you, the lewd shlick sounds of your now cum-filled hole filling up the room along with your joined high-pitched whines.

San would be an absolute mess, dripping sweat and drool onto you, his pretty flushed lips parted so that he could moan out, “Unnnh…aaaaah…Do you like the way I’m filling you up like this? It’s so much, fuck, I’m gonna turn you into a real mommy, huh?”

San would press kiss after kiss onto your lips and neck, slowly pulling out, only to push himself back in, inch by inch, making sure he was plugging your cunt back up with his hot load. He’d look at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, a lustful smirk gracing his lips. “Do you want that? Should I fill you up with more cum, Mommy, to make you mine forever? ♡”

[changisworld]

remii ive been THINKING lately......................... You and jisung at a gathering and he gets so overwhelmed both of you lock yourselves in the bathroom so that he can relax 💔 my poor babyyyy

But then he looks up at you with those angelic eyes and brings up his hand to toy with the hem of ur waistband AND AND brings his other hand to grip ur waist and looks back up at you with that same stare and like pulls u to him and he's face to face with ur tummy just below ur belly button ANDDDDD snuggles right there and yeah and starts PLEADING to eat u out because that shit makes him extremely relaxed so u he does it as ur fingers play with his hair oh my godddd im so whipped for him these days

- 🪫

STAWP THIS NOWNOWNOWNOWONWWIBFHFIF

->I'm SOSSOSO sorry this has been hiding away in my asks for WEEEKS i've read it a billion times & I completely forgot to actually write it cuz u described it so well</3

main masterlist here

You've just lured Han to Chan's dorm bathroom after you could tell your poor boyfriends social battery was running low especially with Jeongin teasing him & Hyunjin taking it upon himself to ruffle his hair just seconds after he puts his grey beanie back on

"We can go home if you want Sungie, I can just say I vomited or something so they won't question us leaving!" you lightly joke, softly giggling to him but he doesn't verbally respond, instead just walking your frame backwards until your behind hits against the sink & granite counter before he nestles his face in your neck, murmuring to himself.

You try make out what he is trying or what you think he is trying to say, but your question is pretty much answered before you even ask it as you feel his slightly chubby fingers trying to dig their way past your denim shorts & into your panties.

"Sungie, not when your members are right down the hall" you murmur, not any discipline in your voice at all as you do nothing to stop him, your legs parting a smidge to try give him better access.

"Just wanna taste you, please just lemme eat you out, I'll feel way better I swear" he whimpers, looking up at you as he slides down until his knees hit the floor, face level with your lower tummy, his boba eyes shiny as he is already undoing the button on your shorts, shuffling them down your legs & you subconsciously help him, pretty much forgetting what you had quite literally just said.

"Won't get caught, I'll be quick, promise!" he whimpers as he lets you swing a leg onto his shoulder, your shorts & you random white underwear with the writing 'wednesday' written on it which you usually use as period underwear, which of course, Jisung also finds oddly attractive.

"Sungie we only have like five minutes, if you're too loud I'll pull you away" you tease looking down at him, his eyes not looking back up at you as he is too busy admiring your cunt, spreading your folds in a 'V' shape before digging in, not wasting any time in trying to tease you & all of the drool that was pooling up in his mouth is transferred onto your already wet folds, kissing your folds before instantly wrapping his puffy lips around your clit & you throw your head back.

He is swirling his tongue around your clit as his lips are engulfing the button & he is quick to bring two fingers to your folds & he spreads your wetness for a quick second before he slips two into you, setting a quick pace the second you stop clenching from the intrusion & your fingers weave into his hair & you can't help but tug on it, dying for even more than he is already doing despite it pretty much not being possible but it just feels too good.

Jisung is groaning & whimpering at your taste & he brings his other hand & starts palming himself over his sweatpants & you can't help but let out small whimpers, trying to hold your breath to stop any louder sounds escaping your lips but the sound of his tongue & fingers glued to your pussy are making squelching noises that can probably be heard by anyone if they were to walk past.

"Sungie, right there, gonna cum" you rasp, using your strength to force yourself o loom down at him, his gorgeous eyes already looking right up at you & as you both make eye contact, you can feel him smirking around you as his fingers speed up on his motion & you can't stop yourself from cumming right then & there, the ecstasy shooting up your spine as the leg you're using to stand almost gives out.

Jisung lets you come down from your high before standing up & you're quick to lean in & kiss him, tasting yourself. "We actually do need to go now so I'll take you up on what you said before, I came in my fucking pants" he chuckles before helping you fix your hair, both of you giggling like children.

[megistusdiary]

all I can think about is kaeya and lisa sharing you oh my godddd they're both so mean and teasing I'm crying and not from my eyes

kaeya and lisa as a pairing OOF can you imagine cold fingers followed by tingly electric fingers

dom!kaeya + lisa x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), mlw and wlw content, threesome, fingering, nipple play

they'd want you to be pressed right between them, back against kaeya's chest as you sit on his lap fully exposed. the two of them, of course, are still clothed, finding it cute to embarrass you like this.

lisa's capturing your lips, guiding you into a deep kiss, only to pull away and trail her lips down your throat. kaeya's fingers are busy teasing your chest, pinching and tugging at your nipples, laughing at every little whimper he pulls from you.

then, another pair of hands, much more slender, belonging to lisa, slide to your clit. her fingers glide over your pussy, brushing over your slit. "oh, she's so wet for us." she grins up at kaeya.

her fingers slide in slowly, teasingly. refusing to move. when you buck your hips, you're met with a sharp slap to your inner thigh, a warning to be patient as she lets her fingertips graze your g-spot. she leaves them to rest there, pressing into your spongy spot every time you exhale.

kaeya's nipping at your neck, cold tongue lapping over your throat before his own hand trails down to your clit, calloused thumb sliding over the sensitive nerves.

only then does lisa move her fingers, and when she does, she fucks you hard. her fingers curl inside of you, earning her strangled gasps and mewls, slurs of their names as the combined sensations on your cunt drive you crazy.

but, don't you dare cum without permission. only good girls get to cum with them.

[junicult]

Uh so what would the bachelors react like if you ask them to go in raw for the first time? Sorry I’m curious and you’re an amazing writer :)

!! how the bachelors would react to wearing no protection

contains ; fem!farmer. established relationships. major nsfw. minors dni pleaseee!!! breeding kink. unprotected sex (obvi.) serious talk of children for a few. one mention of the word daddy pls don’t kill me. missionary / cowgirl. kitchen sex. creampie(s). cockwarming. praise!! minor degradation if u squint.

note ; ok freak i like u

harvey.

- he’s so addicted to health, and staying safe and whatnot,

- so it’s no surprise he prefers condoms.

- has literally never not worn a condom during sex. i’m being fr.

- and the only time he’d ever feel comfortable without wearing a condom is if you already had a conversation about children, and were both on the same page on wanting them.

- not to ruin your day if you were hoping otherwise 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- cus if you asked him to without even talking about kids, i’m sorry but he won’t.

- he can’t be quick enough to pull out.

- but i can assure you, once the conversation has been had…ohh myyy godddd.

- first of all, he was baffled u wanted to have kids considering you’re so busy.

- mostly bc u mentioned it so randomly, while you were both lazily recapping your day in bed at night.

- “are you serious? with me?”

- he’s like…so smiley now.

- the next day he’s absolutely cheesin. grin on his cheeks, even while he’s in his office at work.

- helps you figure out ur ovulation schedule 🫡

- he’s a doctor. ofc it goes beyond just fucking u until it works.

- and when you’re finally ovulating…

- haha.

- he makes you a nice, fancy dinner just for the fun of it. also bc he loves pampering you.

- …and if he’s going to put his kids in u then he’s going to do it right!

- “i love you so much, y’mean everything to me.” hands all over your waist, lips hardly pulling away to murmur.

- he’s almost ravenous.

- he’s never been more affectionate. and that’s saying something.

- kissing you so much, mumbling so many words of praise so your ears go numb.

- and he’s not a huge fan of hickeys (probably thinks it’s more childish)

- but i can assure u this man’s lips are hardly leaving your neck.

- he’s prepping you like never before. on his fingers, mouth, ur cumming at least three times before he puts it in.

- it’s like a silent thank you. if ur letting him fuck you raw, the least he can do is make his own lube.

- literally asks, “are you sure you want me to?” after you’ve been begging for what felt like hours.

- kisses you so long, and so hard before he aligns himself.

- holds your hands, and he’s so slow and careful while he pushes in even though you’re used to him already.

- “finally get to do this…” he sighs, like he’s been waiting forever.

- which he literally has. he’s always wanted a family, so this is quite literally his dream lmfao.

- his head thrown forward, eyes pinched closed while you just cockwarm him for a sec because holy fuck this is what your cunt feels like, no obstructions.

- “oh my—nngh, you feel so good,” teeth seething while his breaths are already starting to stutter.

- he whimpers when he pulls his hips back.

- he’s honestly so indecisive. doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you, or watch you so he keeps just doing both.

- can’t help but look down at the sight of him sliding in and out of u.

- …and the creamy ring around the base of his cock🫡🫡

- and how you’re whining, “s’too much, ffuck y’too much,” just bc of rounds of overstimulation.

- but good for him bc there’s no way he can last that much longer.

- he never realized how good sex can feel without a condom.

- or maybe it’s bc u both know what the end goal is.

- u practically sob when he reaches his hand between ur bodies to rub your clit.

- “just let it out baby, i’m so close, fuck.”

- he cums so fucking much.

- he’s literally cumming for like 15 seconds straight.

- and despite that, he knows that won’t be the only time he’ll be cumming inside of you.

- good thing it takes multiple tries to make a baby.

sam.

- probably a spur of the moment decision.

- you’re both just way too horny to care enough.

- this man is clingy. he sometimes forgets that you’re extremely busy, and he likes to spend the majority of his time at least somewhere within the same vicinity as you.

- so if you have spent the last couple days way too busy to go see him, or for him to come see you,

- you better believe the moment you’re in his arms he’s not letting you go.

- “can’t believe you made me wait so long, missed you so much.” he’s pouting lmfao.

- acting like he hasn’t seen you in years.

- i mean, it’s depressing but he’s so used to being without his dad for so long and he hates it, so obviously he doesn’t like not seeing you for some time.

- burying his face in the crook of your neck while you cook at the stove.

- his hands are already feeling your stomach, rubbing your skin and tilting his head to the side to watch you work.

- needy sam needy sam needy saaaammmmm.

- he’s softly kissing your neck, gently wrapping himself tighter around you.

- and his hard-on is pressing into your thigh.

- but fuck it, you’re not even that hungry anyways.

- literally immediately turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to make out with him.

- and he’s almost faster then you, pressing you into the cabinets, his skilled lips moving so quickly against yours. so desperately.

- he’s DEPRIVED.

- “been wanting you so bad. had to get off to just the thought of you last night, y’killin me,” into your ear after his teeth softly nip at your lobe.

- his hands reach down to slide under your thighs, lifting you into the counter.

- yes the stove is still on.

- but who cares about a fire hazard when you’re in love??

- slotting himself between your parted knees, lifting your dress just enough so he can reach his hand underneath your underwear.

- rubs ur clit before dipping his fingers into your cunt.

- “you’re soaked. missed me just as much, did you?”

-…licks his fingers…

- and that’s abt as much prep as ur gonna get for tn LMFAO.

- he’s already tugging down his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock from its restraint and already lining himself up at your entrance.

- he’s leaking with precum, so this step isn’t necessary but he still drags his tip between your folds to gather some more of your slick before he pushes in.

- it takes like five thrusts before he realizes.

- “fuck, i forgot a condom—“

- “i don’t care.” you murmur breathlessly, and in his mouth just before you pull him back in for a messy makeout.

- and that’s enough for him to not give a fuck either.

- because you’re so warm, and tight, and you feel so fucking good that he’s already forgetting all about it.

- VOCCAAAALLLL!!!!!!!

- literally each time he pushes back in he’s letting out a moan into your ear,

- a whiny little mess just because he hasn’t felt your pussy in two fucking days.

- he’s so pretty when he cums, and ik he’s cumming fast this time around.

- probably takes like two minutes.

- has to hold onto the cupboard, especially when your legs tie around the back of his waist and he’s immediately throwing his forehead onto your shoulder, panting while he cums inside of u.

- oh but he’s a gentleman.

- so give him a sec, and then he’s lowering himself to his knees to thank you for his impatience.

shane.

- AHHHH!!!!!

- he’s no stranger to going in raw, i’m gonna be fr.

- back in his glory days i’d say he’d wear condoms almost every time.

- there was the occasional, “both way too drunk to remember” situation, but that was only sometimes. and thankfully no mistakes 🫡

- but when it came to you, he always wore a condom.

- bc u guys definitely fucked before you were ever in a relationship, you had to have the STD and safe sex talk.

- and as your “situationship” grew, the more you realized you both were strictly just having sex with each other.

- you went from fucking, to catching feelings, to dating.

- so romantic.

- anyways, ur a busy woman, and he’s in zero position to be a father. he needs to work on himself before he can raise a whole living being.

- as he’s gotten older, he’s settled down tremendously. he’s learned to stop letting insecurities get in the way, and he recognizes the fact that you do genuinely love him as much as he loves you.

- so what i’m saying is, condoms were always in the picture.

- aside from the couple times you both accidentally forgot.

- which happens, y’know. but thankfully nothing came out of it when you weren’t ready, so you both went on with your lives.

- once again, i wanna say it was probably a spur of the moment decision.

- although, it was definitely on your mind for a while. you just didn’t mean to let it slip so easily like this.

- you’re already panting against his cheeks, shaking your head to stop him from reaching over into your nightstand to grab the rubber.

- “just forget it, don’t wear one. please, i need you so bad. need you right now.” you whine, already naked aside from your dress you only cared enough to ride up your chest.

- “what?” he’s breathless, and confused.

- “please, i’ve been waiting all day, just fuck me already.”

- that’s enough to fucking kill him.

- he’s already latching his lips onto yours, pulling his boxers down his legs and squeezing your hips in his palms.

- you’re already prepped, from his fingers, and the fact that you’ve been literally dripping all day.

- so he doesn’t waste any more time. he needs you just as much as you need him.

- lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders.

- “y’know just what to say to drive me crazy, don’t you?”

- he’s sighing when he finally bottoms out, just feeling you tighten around him for a sec before he even thinks to move.

- it’s not like he’s never felt this before, it’s just much different when it’s intentional and he’s actually in love with the person.

- hands squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, literally anything while he starts to pump in and out of you.

- lifts up the rest of your dress to watch the harsh bounce of your tits every time you meet his thrusts.

- he’s nearly moaning at this point, his breaths syncing with each move of his hips.

- “does it feel good? huh? c’mon, you can speak to me.” “am i fucking you stupid? needed me so badly you just couldn’t wait another second, hah.”

- fucking laughs when you hide your face behind your hands, because he knows he’s right.

- he loves biting.

- not enough to hurt you, or anything. just enough to make you whine.

- like biting your neck, ears, cheeks. don’t even get me started on ur chest or thighs.

- his pace is so quick and rough it has you digging your fingernails into his arms.

- he fucking loves when you get like this. almost makes him wanna deprive you for a few days, and see what’ll happen.

- “you gonna let me cum inside too, right? if you want me this fucking bad…”

sebastian.

- pullout method fs.

- mostly cus he’s definitely wasn’t ready to be a father, but also because he lovesss the sight of his cum on your stomach.

- …but he doesn’t usually wear a condom.

- i think this time it’s cus you’re already on some form of birth control, so you’ve never been adamant on telling him to wear them.

- if you did, however, he would of course. but it’s just never been like that.

- so i wanna say ur situation is a little different then just telling him he can fuck you raw.

- let’s say, realistically after you’ve been dating for years, and you’re probably newly married is when you start to think further into your relationship.

- when you first started dating, in zero way did he want kids. he wasn’t ready, had no idea what he was doing with his life, and he still lived in his parents basement.

- but now, since he’s a bit older, things have changed a little.

- “what if i stopped taking my birth control?” you ask, once again dropping the bomb during a moment of comfortable silence after already laying in bed together.

- he’s all ears, although he stays silent so you can further explain, “just because i’m tired of taking it, and we’re always safe anyways.”

- “yeah, if that’s what you want. sure.” he sounds nonchalant, but something changed in his mind.

- instead of fear, he was excited.

- it’s not like you got married without even a discussion of children in the future. when you talked about it a while ago, it was a mutual agreement that, “yeah, maybe one day, if it happens.”

- it was never a set in stone plan.

- so he has no idea why he got so excited, and why he couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.

- it wasn’t until one night, already lovedrunk just from teasing all day, when he properly brings it up.

- “you stopped taking your birth control, right?”

- his lips dragging across your jaw, hips slowly moving in and out of you while you whine into his ear.

- “yeah,” you nod, hardly registering the conversation in your mind.

- “just cus’ you were getting tired? no other reason?” his warm breath fanning your ear, eyes lidded, hands pressing against the mattress beside your head.

- you’re so cockdrunk that you don’t even think about teasing, just immediately letting your thoughts spill from your mind.

- “nno, want you…wanna feel you cum inside me,”

- u abt made him bust right then and there tbh.

- u guys know i love inexperienced sebastian, and trust me, he’s still the same man but after he gets older, and he’s fucked you more times then he can possibly remember, he’s gonna get more confident.

- so he chuckles, pressing one kiss to your cheek before he moves to meet your eyes.

- “you wanna baby? is that it?”

- you nod weakly, already stupid from the slow drag of his cock that’s making your body simultaneously twitch each time he presses against that spot inside of you.

- “pleassee, sebby. don’t you think it’d be nice, having a family of our own?”

- your sweet, wide eyes and even sweeter voice makes him pick up his pace a bit.

- “it could be fun. you’d be a great mamma,”

- “and you’d be a great daddy.”

- “you think so?” his pace is quicker now, panting into your mouth just like you do to his. your arms wrapped around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair.

- “there’s only one way to find out.”

alex.

- as an athlete, i feel like he’s another guy who likes to keep his health in balance.

- mental, physical, even sexual.

- so expect him to also be one to insist on wearing a condom. for a while, at least.

- especially when you’re in a particularly new relationship.

- but just because he thinks it’s best to wear a condom, doesn’t mean he doesn’t dream about not wearing one.

- cus every time he fingers you, his mind will never fail to think about how you’ll feel around his cock.

- the way you clench every time you gasp, and the way you’re just so wet and warm.

- but he also just kinda thought you preferred a condom too.

- so when you proposed the idea…

- your thighs positioned on either side of his hips, hands rubbing up and down his chest while he ran his hands up your waist.

- “you know i’m on birth control…right?” you randomly mumble, pulling away to blink your pretty little eyelashes down at him.

- he’s confused, cus where tf did that come from.

- y’all were just making out??

- “yeah…?” LMFAO.

- your eyes follow your fingers that circle his skin lazily, a subtle attempt at avoiding eye contact.

- “…you don’t have to wear a condom, then, if you don’t want to.”

- it’s the way you’re speaking that just confirms the thought has been on your mind for so long.

- he kinda just stares at u for a sec, before chuckling and sliding his hands down your thighs to rub them.

- “where’s this coming from, baby?”

- “i dunno…i was just thinking. doesn’t it kinda desensitize you, a little…?”

- sounds to him like it desensitizes you.

- “hm, not really. i think you feel amazing. i always cum, don’t i?”

- he almost grins at the slow, defeated nod you give like he isn’t just teasing you.

- he may be a himbo, but he’s not THAT stupid. he knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

- “just tell me if you want me to take it off, baby. you know i’d do whatever you want.”

- and i’d like to say next time u have sex he doesn’t wear a condom…but ur already abt to have sex so it doesn’t take long.

- in this exact position.

- lazy, slow sex where ur both too horny to even bother taking off all ur clothes😇

- you’re still wearing your shirt, and underwear he pushes aside. he hardly takes off his boxers, only enough to spring his half-hardened cock free.

- despite this not being his favorite position, nothing beats the way your face clenches when you try to lower yourself on his length.

- especially when ur kinda unprepared, but you’re still too eager to even give him the time of day to prep u.

- “just take it slow, baby. i’m right here,” sliding his hands up your waist and watches you.

- brings his thumb down to slowly rub ur clit <3

- it’s like ur trying to kill him by going so slow, especially since this is a new sensation.

- …when ur more warmed up he’s gonna take the lead.

- i’m sorry, he’s impatient.

- “sorry, sweetheart. y’just feel too good…” while he’s holding your hips still and thrusting into you.

- snakes his hand underneath ur shirt to squeeze ur boobs lol

- he’s groaning, throwing his head back against the pillows because fuck, you were onto something.

- this feels so fucking good.

- he has too much stamina to stay in this position for long.

- even though it’s extremely attractive, watching you take him like that, he still flips you over and is propping you on ur hands and knees before u have time to even register what happened.

- he’ll fuck you like that until ur face is buried in the pillows, back arched as far as he forces it to and you’re panting like a bitch in heat.

- unfortunately he pulls out just in time to cum on your back.

- “haah, i can see why you’ve been wanting to do that for a while. why don’t we go again, sweetheart?”

elliot.

- he’s so sickeningly sweet.

- he genuinely wants whatever you want.

- if you’re on any form of birth control, and you feel pretty impartial about children at this point in your life, but you still want him to wear a condom,

- then of course he is. no complaints.

if you come to him, whining about the feeling of condoms and that you want him to get rid of them,

- then he’s getting rid of them. no complaints.

- he genuinely has no issue with either. whatever makes you happy and comfortable makes him happy and comfortable.

- that being said….

- i feel like elliot prefers no condoms. lol.

- will he vocalize that to you if you prefer them? absolutely not. he doesn’t want you feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to.

- it’s the closeness that makes him so much more excited. the feeling of being that connected to you.

- and the fact that ur cunt is just so warm and perfect.

- he’s sitting at his desk, tired, lost with inspiration while his forehead rests in his hand.

- his eyelids are lowered and lazy due to the hours he’s spent in his painful, rickety chair.

- he’s got his hair tied in a messy, loose bun, dark rimmed glasses low on his nose before he takes one deep breath and leans back in annoyance.

- “sweetheart, you’re torturing yourself. come to bed. please.”

- it’s your sweet, honied voice that lures him back into his fantasy land, causing him to turn his head and see your pretty frame right next to him.

- in one of those gorgeous nightgowns you don’t wear often, silk to the touch and smooth against your body.

- “i know, i’m sorry, my love. i’ll be there soon, i promise.”

- it’s a broken promise, because he said it earlier and the tone never changed.

- which is probably why you sigh, taking steps closer to him until you can wrap your arms around his neck and get so close to rest your chin on his shoulder.

- “need me to get you anything?”

- “oh, no honey. get some rest, i won’t be long at all.”

- but he knows you won’t listen, especially when you move around him and carefully slot one of your legs over his, positioning yourself on his lap.

- you’re pressing light kisses against his jaw, sprinkling them down to his neck like you know he loves.

- his hands are already around your waist, tilting his head to the side to give you more room on his skin.

- he wishes he had self control when it comes it you, but unfortunately, here his is.

- it doesn’t take long before your slowly grinding against his already hard cock underneath his pants.

- you’re pushing ur panties aside, and he’s stuffing his pants down just enough to free his erection.

- “look what you do to me, baby.”

- it could go both ways, honestly.

- you know he’s addicted to prepping you. will take hours just fingering you through orgasm after orgasm, but now you’re both just too horny to care.

- cockwarming 🙏

- it’s his favorite whenever you’re just so horny, and he’s busy.

- “just give me a minute, princess. you can be patient, right?” while he’s fully inside of you and you’re already whimpering.

- he loves the slow nod you give him, and his hands wrap around your waist to keep you still.

- may pretend like he’s suddenly cured of his writers block, but really he’s just as distracted as you are.

- can’t stop thinking about how you keep clenching down on him, and how you think you’re being discreet but you’re so obviously lifting your hips to move.

- eventually he’ll give up though, much quicker then he anticipated.

- “my pretty girl, so deprived? always needs me so badly, don’t you?”

- non-stop kissing u.

- cupping your cheek, allowing you to bounce on him freely until you become too tired.

- he’ll gladly take it away for you.

- and when he finally cums, he doesn’t even bother pulling out.

- why don’t you just sit there for a minute too, letting him finish his work while he grows soft inside of u.

[scremogirl]

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

Plug! Ony who only really likes getting high if it’s with you. Sure, he’ll have a sesh with his homeboys; but it’s nothing compared to sitting in his lavsious car, his pretty little client next to him. Maybe client is an understatement; crush seems more fitting, no? I mean, he always lets you take the first hit. Wanting to feel the reminmets of your gloss, loving the feeling of giving you an indirect kiss. Can always tell when you get a new flavor, the peach-cherry blossom one is his favorite. Wonders if you’d let him kiss it all off. Or how it’d be smudged all of your face and lips, mixed with his cum as most of it is in the shape of kiss marks on his big dick.

Plug! Ony who spoils you with all the weed and money you want. Whatever you need he got it. From money for your hair to rent or grocery money. At this point he’s starting to view this relationship as more of a sugar daddy/sugar baby type thing. He doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want you just coming to him when you need something. He wants you as his 4life.

Plug! Ony who spots another guy trynna get up on you at Jeans party. Plug! Ony who sees its making you uncomfortable and won’t just stand by and watch. Plug! Ony who comes up to you grabbing a palm full of as and kissing you deep; slipping his tounge in your mouth. He pulls away and looks the guy in his eyes. “You need sum from my girl?” Plug! Ony who watches the guy scamper away and then shifting his gaze to you, only to find you're already lookin at him with a mix of thankfulness and lust.

︎ ⚠︎︎

Plug! Ony who fucks you in the backseat of the same car he uses for your smoke sesh. “O-oh my godddd Pa. You fuckin my shit uppp,” he chuckles and continues to bounce you up and down on his cock. “I know, ma. Shit feel good huh?” You nod and let out a spew of yes’s. “Oh baby, im-im finna cumm, oh fuck,” he smacks your ass and bucks his hips faster. “Cum for me mama, cover my shit,”

Plug! Ony who cleans you up and drives you to his house. You both get in the shower *he had a spare shower cap, thank god* and when you dry off he lays you down in bed. You climb back on top of him trying to get him going again but he stops you. “Hol up baby. Before I we get to goin I wanna ask you sum,” you don’t talk expectedly waiting for him to get whatever he needs of his chest. “This whole friends with benefits- plug/client relashionship we got goin on, we deadin that shit right na,” your eyes go wide. All this time you thought he didn’t want anything serious. Maybe the shopping sprees, 12am smoke sessions, and him dicking you down the way he does should’ve told you otherwise. “I want be your man and I want you to be my girl. I ain’t take no for an answer by the way,” you just smile and muzzle your face into his neck. Sex can wait; right now, you just wanna cuddle up with your man.

I didn’t proof read/edit anything; I just wanted to have the third post out B4 Fri. Imma be hella bust next week so I might not post anything at all and I have no works in the drafts. I’ll see what I can push out.

-Love, Sos❤️

[sturniolos-blog]

can u do one with dad matt and his kids interfere in his video with his brothers or one when he’s streaming

Interference - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - fluff, kissing

disclaimer: 3rd person POV

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8:46pm

“Chris, if you make us lose i am never letting you see Ella or Mailo ever again.” Matt threatens as he’s involved in a game with his brothers.

They were currently playing fortnite.

“Matt, shut up. Y/n will let me see them.” Chris retaliates, making Nick laugh and Matt shake his head.

“You’re actually so-” Matt started before he gets interrupted by the room door getting swung open.

“Daddy!” Ella, the three year old yells, running over and immediately climbing on his lap. Mailo, the one year old waddling behind her, letting out a whine as he grabbed onto Matt’s knee.

“Hey, guys. I’m streaming, where’s mommy?” Matt says, backing away from the game as he pulls Ella and Mailo on his lap.

“She fell asleep.” Ella said, wrapping her arms around Matt’s neck.

user: oh my godddd they’re so cuteee

user: adorable

user: could’ve been me

user: y/n is so lucky

Matt’s eyes scan over the chat, “Damn right she is.” Matt laughs as Mailo starts to hit keys on Matt’s keyboard, making Matt grab his tiny fingers and pull them away.

“All right, that is going to be the end of the stream tonight, love you all.” Matt says ending the stream, “Goodnight guys.” Matt says to his brothers.

“Night.” Nick says.

“Peace.” Chris follows before Matt turns off his PC.

Matt lets out a sigh, “You guys ready for bed?” He asks, looking at the both of them.

Ella nods and rubs her eyes, indicating she’s tired.

Mailo doesn’t give a response but snuggles into Matt, also showing Matt he’s tired.

“Okay, Ella i need you to stand up for me.” Matt directs, Ella doing as he says and getting off his lap, letting Matt stand up while holding Mailo before taking Ella’s hand and walking to Mailo’s room first.

“Alright, buddy.” Matt coos, laying Mailo down in the crib as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, immediately finding a comfy spot on the soft material, letting out a hum.

Matt puts the white noise machine on.

“Night, night, Mailo.” Ella says, holding onto Matt’s hand before they walk out of the room and into Ella’s.

“Ready for bed, baby?” Matt asks as he turns the white noise machine on for Ella too.

“Mhm! Te quiero daddy.” Ella says as she gets into her bed, getting comfy under the covers.

te quiero: i love you

“I love you too, El.” Matt says, leaning down and kissing her forehead before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

Matt then rubbed his forehead, letting out a sigh before he walked downstairs to go grab water from the kitchen, but he stopped as he saw Y/n sleeping on the couch, The runaway dinosaur book in her hands open on a random page as she snored softly.

Matt chuckles as he grabbed the book out of her hand, placing it on the coffee table before he shook her slightly. “N/n, sweetheart. Come on, honey. Let’s go upstairs.” Matt says softly, making Y/n let out a soft groan.

“Come on, baby.” He said, pulling her up as she rubbed her eyes.

“The kids?” She murmured out, walking up the stairs with a slight stumble.

“In bed.” Matt answered as they made it into their room, Y/n immediately plopping on the bed as Matt shut the door behind them.

Matt smiled before he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around Y/n and placing a soft kiss in the crook of her neck as her back faced him.

“Sweet dreams, baby.” Matt hummed.

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this one’s short but like what else would i add

oml i had this done last night but i pressed save instead of post why was i out here thinking i posted it

anyway hope yall liked it

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[misojunnie]

Imagine Won's reaction when reader surprises him on tour? His eyes light up and he literally jumps and runs over nearly knocking everyone and everything over in the process. I live for soft Won. Could you please turn this into a drabble? 🥺♥️

✧ surprising bf!jungwon on tour!

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

Sweat dripped down Jungwon's forehead as he exhaled heavily. Three hours later, and the last concert in New York was over. After this, it was Aichi, then Konogawa, then Osaka as the grand finale. Aka, 28 days and 11 hours since he had seen you, 31 days and 13 hours since he would see you next. He thought he might die of a broken heart before he even got the chance.

Since you and Jungwon started dating, you hadn't been apart for more than a week. Despite his busy schedule and your own occupations, you managed to squeeze in time wherever you could. A kiss during dance practice, an embrace between train stations, whisking each other away for a brief moment just to say hello or press a chaste kiss to each other's forehead.

Without you, he felt like he was dying. He was beginning to think he was a little too clingy.

He sighed, patting Riki on the back as he passed by him, a stormy frown on his face. The younger boy took notice, a grin passing across his lips as he toweled the sweat off of his forehead.

"You missin' y/n?" he asked observantly, and Jungwon looked at him with a raised brow.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Pretty much," Riki chuckled, slinging his towel over his shoulder. A mischievous twinkle filled his eyes as he pointed down the hall. "The manager is asking for you. Down the hall, first door on the right."

"What does he want now..." Jungwon muttered, striding down the hall with his hands crammed into his pockets, shoulders hunched. His hand reached for the doorknob, turning it with a frown. "Hello? Manager-"

He straightened up as if pulled by a string, his eyes going wide as saucers the minute he laid eyes on you. A proud grin on your face, looking like a dream, in his own hoodie no less. It felt like someone had stole the breath from his lungs.

"Honey, I'm home!" you giggled playfully, eyes scrunched into smiling crescents.

He ran to you in the blink of an eye, his body colliding with yours as he reached for you, knocking a folding table over in the process, water bottles and various hair products crashing to the linoleum.

"Y/n!" he practically shrieked, his arms squeezing you so tightly it felt like your ribs were going to shatter. "What are you doing here?"

"I flew in to surprise you. Came straight from the airport." you laughed against his skin, his hair in your face as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "You miss me?"

"More than you can imagine." he replied, raising his head and pressing kisses all over your face, twice on your nose, once on each cheek, and longer one on your lips. "You smell good."

You giggled. "I'm wearing the perfume you like." He sighed contentedly. Just your presence had pushed him to the point of euphoria. He could already feel his heart mending itself back up again as you smiled at him shyly, grabbing his hand. "Wanna go to my hotel? We can order food and catch a movie."

"I'd love nothing more." His lips spread into a grin as he squeezed your hand enthusiastically, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he led you out of the room.

And he could've swore he saw you high five Riki as you passed him in the hallway.

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

a/n: oh my godddd this actual made me blush I could barely write. I love soft won too </3 also I'm sorry this took a million billion years for me to write, I was on vacation and got super distracted ;-; ty for the cute request!

[soullumii]

if my heart’s gonna break | joel miller x f!reader

part 1 (read part 1 before reading this!)

summary: a couple nights later, you head back to joel’s

warnings: 18+!!!! smut again. unprotected piv. fem!afab!reader. angst again don’t worry i’ll make a happy ending okay

word count: 4k

joel mod in gif is by speclizer (so fucking hot oh my GODDDD)

a/n: finally finished part 2 omg i’m sorry for the wait yall… i’m a perfectionist it’s lowkey debilitating. anyways… i hope u guys enjoy <3 tysm for the support on part 1 and tbh on all my other fics too… i can’t believe ppl like my writing that much. i am very grateful! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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im scared but if my heart's gonna break before the night will end

i said we're in danger

sleeping with a friend

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You cant stop thinking about the kiss. 

The kiss that honestly shouldn’t mean so much to you. You’ve kissed him, like, so many times. So many times his tongue has been in your mouth, been in your damn vagina. So why the fuck… why the fuck are you so worked up over this right now?

It’s just…it was so heavy. It felt like…like more than just a kiss. Like he was laying his life down for you, much like he does in patrols. 

He… Joel… he usually never kisses right after sex. He recognizes in the post-coitus energy that things are different. They mean more. He has to know that. So… why now? Does he…?

No. You’re just in your head again. Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard. You’ve never had a friends with benefits situation before now. Maybe this… maybe this is regular.

But for your own psyche, you think you might have to set some ground rules. 

There was always that main rule, that wretched, critical rule. The one you said to him on the first day of your strange exchange.

“Don’t go falling in love with me, cowboy.”

Well, to hell with that one, right? Pretty sure you’ve beaten that shit to death. Shattered all possible remains of it.

So more rules. More rules will have to do. Starting with:

No kissing.

Should be easy enough. 

You’ll figure out the rest later. You have got to stop thinking about it, though, because you’re on the way to his house right now. 

You knock swiftly on the door, and you swear you feel your heart drop into your pussy the moment he opens the door to reveal himself. A plain, black t-shirt is stretched across his broad chest, haphazardly tucked into a pair of plaid pajama pants that hang loosely around his hips. His graying hair is ruffled beyond belief, curling around his ears and falling over his forehead. In your fits of passion and desire a couple nights ago, you hardly realized it had grown longer. It looks nice.

This sleepy and soft Joel is not one you’ve seen in a while. Well, it’s not like you’ve seen him much lately anyway, with him having been gone and all. Still, it’s disorienting. 

“Howdy,” he says.

“Um. Hi.” You try not to gawk. “Did…did I come at a bad time, or something?”

“No, not at all. I just got back from patrols… took a shower,” he says, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb, strong arms crossing over his chest. There’s a tiny, barely perceptible smirk on his lips. “Need somethin’?”

You see it now, the water clinging to his hair, darkening it, beading at his temples like sweat. You follow a line of water trickling down his throat until it disappears behind his collar.

Rule 2: Don’t come over after he’s showered.

“I…uh, I can come back later if you want—“

You’re nervous to ask him what you want to ask him, which is honestly ridiculous considering you guys have been doing this for months now. You used to be able to just knock on his door and he’d pull you in, and it was that easy. Or you’d give him a look when in public, and he knew exactly what you needed.

Now, you’re painfully awkward. Curse him and curse your feelings.

He straightens a bit, his brows furrowing in slight concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

Heat spreads down your neck, embarrassment. Shame. It’s strange, how just a couple nights ago you let him finger you in public, and now you’re afraid to ask him for sex again in his house and for your panties back.

You should honestly just say something like:

I’m here for my underwear.

And you’re positive he’d say:

Want it back? You gotta earn it, sweetheart.

And your knees would buckle and you’d sink down to the carpeted floor in front of his couch and suck him off until he was coming down your throat, stroking back your hair and thumbing his cum on your plush bottom lip.

But instead you’re scowling at him and blurting: “I need a drink.”

How dare he leave you high and dry for three weeks, come back and fuck the shit out of you, make you realize you’re in love with him, and look this good?

God damnit, you need to get your shit together. 

Joel’s eyes widen, surprised only slightly by your outburst, before he backs up to allow you inside his home. When he shuts the door behind you, his hand settles warmly on your lower back as he steers you toward the kitchen.

He immediately beelines for the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of red for you. A warm, tingly feeling stirs in your stomach at the fact that he knew you’d want wine. The frustration you’ve been feeling fizzles out. 

“You know me so well.”

He gives you a light smirk, uncorking the bottle. The liquor gurgles as he pours it into a glass. “Think you’d kill me if I didn’t know after all this time.”

You laugh, “Sure, but the real test of friendship is if you knew how I’d kill you.”

“A swift kick to the nuts and then one of my guitars to my head.”

Your eyes widen on a guffaw. “You think I’d damage one of your guitars?”

“You care more about my guitars than my genitals?” 

“Yes. Why would I ever smash one of your guitars?”

He rolls his eyes. “Kill two birds with one stone—my soul and my body. It’s effective. If you needed to kill me, I’d hope it was like that. Now how would I kill you?” 

You hum in consideration. “Trick question. You wouldn’t—no, you couldn’t.”

“You know me so well.” 

His words mirrored back at you so gently, with his brown eyes trained on you intently has the warmth in your belly spreading, making you drop your gaze.

His smirk grows and he hands you the wine glass and reaches for some homemade brandy. You watch the muscles in his arm flex as he pours, sipping daintily while your mind replays thoughts of filth. Of you dragging that arm between your legs, grinding down on it until—

“So, you really only here for a drink?” He asks with a playful lilt, taking a sip of his own beverage and effectively jolting you out of your daydreaming.

You lean against the island, wondering if you should tell him the truth. From the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and heated, like a lion ready to pounce, you’re tempted to.

But…you’re afraid. You can’t stop thinking about The Rule. The one you broke and the ones you just made. You wonder if whatever might happen between you two tonight will unravel them before you can even put them into place.

You look up at him through your lashes, lips pursed around the rim of the glass. “Maybe, maybe not.”

His eyes darken, tongue darting out to lick his lips of sweet fermented wine. His gaze travels up and down your figure, comfortable and breathable in a t-shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy and cute like your sundress from the other night, because today you had to work. But Joel has never minded what you’ve worn, swearing you always look sexy in anything.

Which is something that also makes you question this friends with benefits situation you have here.

He sets his glass down and eases in closer, curling an arm around your waist to pull you into him. “How high’s the chance then?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s the probability that you really did only come here for a drink?” he drawls, eyes following your lips as your tongue dips out to wet them. “Or was there another reason?”

The cold tip of his nose brushes along your throat, lips ghosting over your skin. You tremble in his hold. “Odds are in favor of the first option,” you breathe, “ran out of alcohol at my place.”

“And you couldn’t just stop by the Bison? Had to steal from my stores?”

“You know you have the good stuff.”

“You’re lyin’ but I’ll pretend like you ain’t.”

That makes you laugh, and more tumble out of you when one of his hands traces lazily over your stomach, fingers light and delicate and teasing.

“So why d’ya need a drink?”

Because you’re driving me crazy. Because I’m driving myself crazy. Because the universe wants to fuck me over.

You smile and your free hand skates up his muscled back, your fingers brushing along the stretchy fabric of his tee, your voice soft. “Just needed to destress a little. Work has been intense.”

He grins back, presses it into the spanse between your throat and your shoulder, before he lightly scrapes his teeth over it and lays a gentle bite that has you keening into him, pressing your body against his.

“Well, I could help you destress another way too,” he murmurs, palm squeezing the pudgy flesh of your waist, fingers digging lightly into your muscle.

“Mm… yeah?” you hum, your voice a low purr, back arching. Your breasts press into his chest, and Joel makes a sound deep in his throat in agreement.

He presses you into the island, caging you in with his hands on either side of you. He towers over you, a sweatpant clad leg sliding between yours. 

He leans down to kiss you, and a flashing light blares in your mind — NO KISSING — loud and bright and distracting. You turn your head at the last second, his lips landing on your cheek. But Joel doesn’t pull back, doesn’t question you. He just kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, mouthing at you. Sucking your skin to leave little marks that will either fade or be covered by concealer. 

It used to upset you when he left marks because they’re a pain to cover up. Then, you started to like it. You didn’t mind covering up the marks because when you took the makeup off and saw them at the end of the day, all you could think about was him. About the how he made you come. About the words he muttered in your ear. About the feeling of his hands on you—in you. 

Now, you’re starting to grow upset again, but this time it’s because you want to wear them proudly. Want people to know he gets to claim you like this. But… you can’t. But you also don’t want him to stop.

You allow him to continue marking you up, his hand coming up to rest behind your skull, holding you in place. You press your body into his eagerly and with desperate, soft noises that he returns with placating moans.

And then he shifts, and his thigh ruts against your clothed core, and you moan lightly, airily, grinding your hips down against him, searching for any friction. 

His hands curl around the hem of your white tee, and he peels it off your body. One skates behind your back to easily undo the clasp of your bra, and then your breasts are heavy and on display for him. 

Joel stares down at you with heavy eyes. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Longing claws at your chest, and you look up at him coyly, your lip caught between your teeth. Joel groans like he’s in pain, and squeezes along the underside of one of your breasts before leaning down to close his mouth over the nipple while his other hand gives attention to the other, squeezing and pinching. Your hands find purchase in his damp hair as low moans tumble from your lips. 

When he’s deemed one nipple adequately appreciated, he moves onto the next. Licking, revering, his dark eyes peering up at you while his peppered hair is fisted in your hands. The sight has slick arousal pooling in your underwear.

Eventually he pulls back and his hands clamp down on your hips. He guides you along the muscle of his thigh, your clit pulsing at the contact. 

“Want you to come on my thigh, baby.” His voice is a ragged slur of words against your ear, warm and paired with a kiss to your cartilage. 

“Fuck…yes, Joel,” you whimper, sparks flying through your nerves with each roll of your hips.

His fingers grip your chin, tilting your head so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him as you rut against his thigh. He’s grinning, eyes heavy lidded and deep, dark like wet tar. They suck you in as if they were quicksand.

You’d let him drag you under a million times over. 

Your best friend.

“Joel,” you moan, feeling yourself grow close. Standing at the cliff's edge. His eyes bore into yours, his grin slipping as he focuses on you. Focuses on making you shatter atop him.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. You can come,” he says encouragingly,  fingers stroking the skin of your hip. You feel tears prick your eyes as the waves crash, spreading from your throbbing clit along your muscles. Filling you with warmth, stronger and deeper than the buzz from the wine.

“Good job,” he praises gently. “Did so good.”

“Shut up,” you huff.

He laughs, and despite yourself, heat floods your body, throbs between your thighs. His words caress a deep, carnal animal inside of you, and the hunger takes over.

You frantically pull at his shirt until he has to tell you to slow down, and takes it off himself. Your hands run along his chest and stomach the moment they’re able to and down to the waistband of his sweats. You palm his hardening cock through the soft, gray fabric. Joel groans deep and heavy, his lashes fluttering as he stares you down. His hips thrust into your palm automatically. Involuntarily. 

God, that makes you light up like a firefly. Makes your nerves sing and your cunt flutter and your mind go numb.

He tugs down your shorts and underwear and sets you on top of the granite, but before he can strip the underwear from your ankle to no doubt pocket this pair like he did the other, you flick it off your foot across the kitchen. It lands somewhere near the door to the dining room.

He can’t steal all your underwear, or you’ll have none left.

“I wanted those,” he drawls, expression on the edge of a pout.

“Yeah, well I need them. It’s not common to come across a good pair of panties in this world.” 

“But I’d give ‘em back.” He’s full on pouting now. It is, unfortunately, very cute, but you’re used to it.

“Sure… like the pair you took from me the other night that I have yet to receive.” 

“How else am I supposed to get you to come over?” 

“I dunno? Maybe ask?”

“Should I leave a note on your door? Is that good enough for you?”

“At least be classy. A letter delivered in my mailbox with a wax stamp, please.” 

He laughs. “As you wish, Princess.”

He finally peels off his sweatpants, free of underwear beneath them, and you watch with barely concealed hunger as his cock springs free. 

And while you like the idea of him fucking you on the counter, you’d much rather him fuck you against the counter, so you hop down and turn so your back faces him. Your hands curl around the granite lip of the counter top, and you push your ass out and back, peering at him over your shoulder.

This way, it’s easier for him not to kiss you. Easier for you to turn your head and deny your lips to him. 

“Look at you…” Joel hums appreciatively at your show, at the wiggle of your hips as his palm smooths down your back and over your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh. 

You moan quietly, and Joel’s eyes darken, watching you intently like you’re the only thing in the room. 

His fingers drift down to your cunt and your slickness coats his fingers fully. You’re so wet for him. So ready for him to bury himself inside you and call you his.

It’s funny, you’ve lost all your heat from a few nights ago. All your sharp edged words. Now, you’re soft and pliant.

He swirls his soaked index and middle fingers along your clit, punctuating your sensitivity, before sliding them back inside you to the knuckle. You keen and push back, desperate for more. His fingers are so much longer than yours, thicker, and yet you crave more.

“That’s it, Joel,” you huff. “Fuck, feels so good. Need more.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Shame lights your cheeks, but you push down the embarrassment. “Need…need your cock inside me.”

He lays a kiss on your neck. “Still a bit desperate aren’t we?”

“You’re the desperate one, Mr. Panty Stealer. You’re a fucking creep.”

He chuckles against your neck, but he squeezes your ass in retaliation. “Be nice, would you?”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

“Wanna see how much I like it?”

“If you’re willing to show me and get on with this, sure.”

He huffs in amused frustration. “God, you’re annoyin’.”

You just smile innocently at him.

Your legs tremble, slick running down your thighs when Joel pulls his fingers out. He replaces them with the hardness of his cock, of which he runs along your wetness, readying himself.

“I think ‘bout you way too much,” he says into your back, pressing a gentle kiss there. “D’ya think ‘bout me too?”

It’s an odd question. One you’re not expecting. One that has your heart stuttering in quiet confusion from this sudden switch in tone.

“Of course I do.” Obviously. You told him as much. Three weeks. Three weeks you thought about him.

“Good… wanna be the only thing on your mind.”

A high pitched keen hisses through your teeth as Joel eases himself inside you with a long, slow stroke and a low moan. Your fingers white knuckle the countertop, gripping it tightly.

He presses in close, burying himself all the way in before he withdraws slowly, his cock sliding inside you torturously. 

“Joel,” you moan.

“I know, baby.” He presses kisses to your shoulders. 

Joel’s hand gravitates to the back of your knee, and he slowly pushes up to lift your leg until your knee is resting on the counter. 

And then… with this new angle…he starts fucking you in earnest.

His hips snap against your ass, the sound deafening in the kitchen, and you crumple against the granite with a moan.

“Shit,” Joel grunts. “Yeah.”

Each of his heavy thrusts punches the air from your lungs, and your fingers slip on the countertop, scrabbling for purchase every chance you can get. He’s hot, thick inside you, warm as he folds over you, his hand on your tummy holding you upright, the other keeping your leg up to continue hitting you at that pleasant, delicious angle.

“H-holy shit—oh—“

He breathes heavily at your neck, low grunts and moans escaping his lips from his efforts. “Could spend eternity inside you, darlin’. Fuck, you’re mine.”

Your heart stutters, the words uttered in a lust filled craze, likely meaning nothing. But to your traitorous brain, to the hope lingering in your chest like a persistent cough, they mean everything. 

“All…” you’re losing your train of thought, fucked into blissful nothingness. “All yours, Joel.” 

It’s too difficult for him to kiss you from this angle, which you’re relieved about. But a part of you longs for it, longs for the feel of his mouth moving against yours. 

Joel’s strong arm wraps around your chest, and pulls you up so you’re flush against his back as he pounds up and into you. Keens and whimpers and breathless pants escape you with every thrust.

“Please, Joel,” you cry, tears pricking at the edges of your swirling vision.

“What, baby?” He huffs. “Need’a come?”

You nod crazily. “Yes—need to—“

“Shhh okay… I’ve got you,” he murmurs gently, the hand wrapped around your tummy inching down to circle at your clit steadily.

Your legs buckle beneath you but Joel keeps you upright as the pleasure soars through you, sudden and strong. He strokes you through it, groaning praises into your ear before he comes inside you a moment later. 

The two of you hiss in tandem when he pulls out, but he smothers it when he lays his mouth over yours. You’re hardly coherent enough to remember your rule, and for a moment you let him kiss you. You kiss him back, chasing the heat of his mouth with your own, moaning against his lips when his tongue dips into your mouth. 

Then, you remember.

You pull back panting, cheeks a flame, “Joel.”

“Hm?” He murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw before moving back up to pull you into another kiss. You move away before he can. His brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t… I don’t think we should kiss anymore.”

He blinks. “What? Why?”

Your eyes flit across the kitchen, catching on labeled jars and wooden spoons and spices, anything but his own. “It’s too intimate.” 

It’s a lame excuse. Joel sees through it immediately.

“And my cock inside you ain’t?”

You sigh heavily, avoiding eye contact. “It’s different.”

“How? Enlighten me.” His tone has gone rougher. Hurt swirls in his eyes, and you feel worse than you did the other night.

Because you and I are friends. Because I don’t think I can pretend like that’s the truth when all I want is to call you mine. Because when I kiss you it’s like my world finally starts to make sense. 

“Please, Joel. Just…I don’t want to do it anymore. Can you respect that, please?”

He runs a hand down his beard, his hurt expression hardening into a stoic one you haven’t been on the receiving end of in years. Fuck. “Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

You expect relief but all that comes is a deep longing and sadness that you try to push to the depths of your conscience. Though, like a buoy, it keeps popping above the surface. 

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

The cleanup is awkward. He watches you silently as you pick up your underwear and slide them and your shorts back on. He seems far away, here and gone all at once. It makes you worry, makes you wonder if what you just said was the biggest mistake of your life.

But you have to do this. You have to hold him at arm's length because if you admit to him…if you tell him how you really feel… maybe he really will leave you. He’ll realize you’ve gone and fucked everything up, and the friendship you’ve kindled, the trust you’ve built, will all be for nothing.

You can’t lose him, even if it means you can’t keep him close.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say eventually, when he’s walking you out the front door.

He smiles at you, faint and untrue. It’s like the one from the other night. Like that laugh he forced out for you. You feel like a Joel from the past has teleported to the present, with his thin smile and his hard eyes. “Yeah, of course.”

“You okay?”

Joel frowns, shifts on his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… I don’t know. Never mind.”

“I’m good.” 

“You sure?”

He nods. “You need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hum. A moth circles the porch light. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment. He looks as if he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Okay,” is all that he says. 

“Okay,” you repeat, feeling empty. A waif, a lonely white flag waving in the wind. “Um, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Night, darlin’,” he says, squeezing your arm, like he’s trying to be normal. It doesn’t work. His hand is cold. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Joel.”

It’s raining by the time you reach your house, and you curl under your blankets after a shower, your hair cold and wet against your scalp, listening to the droplets splattering against your window.

Sleep doesn’t come easy.

part 3

[destructionray]

Hobie Brown/Spiderpunk Relationship HC's

spider-punk relationship hc's?? This is the first time I've shared my work so sorry if it's bad i genuinely don't know how to write stuff </3 also i tried to keep the reader gender-neutral but i might be a little biased because im transmasc (fuck fem!readers i actually hate yall/j) i also tried to keep it spoiler-free

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warnings: none (okay maybe a tiny bit of curse words)

ALWAYS sharing earbuds. there's not a single time this man will let you sit next to him without listening to some of his jams

I KNOW THIS MAN GIVES A GOOD CUDDLE!!

hes usually the type to only give half-hugs, having just an arm around your shoulder or waist when you're just chilling

but when you ask for a real hug?? It'll literally be the most comforting thing.

pulling you in to his chest and wrapping his arms around you tightly, one hand around your shoulder and the other on your back, pressing his body up against yours tightly

and he kisses the top of ur head!!

BUT hes a little pissed that he has to take off his jacket every time because of how spiky it is

he can't count the amount of times you've tried to rest your head on his shoulder but ended up getting poked by the spikes on his jacket.

he LOVES hugging you from behind

he's not super touchy, but when he's around a lot of people he'll always be touching you in some way.

having his hand in your back pocket, having a hand on your hip, holding eachothers pinkies

i swear he has a a thing for hips or waists/j

ESPECIALLY touchy in front of authorities, he'll make out with you in front of them just to piss them off.

the hand placement when he kisses yoy oh my godddd

either a hand on your cheek and/or around your waist, or when you're making out he has his hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer to him

neck kisses <3333

there's almost no way you could be taller than him, my guy is 6'3 AND wears platforms.

prepare to be used as an armrest for him.

you like his piercings? He'll do one for you.

that man has never paid for a single piercing in his LIFE.

insisted on doing piercings for you, especially if you had never had any done before.

he'll do stick n pokes for you aswell if you're interested in getting a tattoo.

if you're an artist, he'll let you do some on him aswell.

BEGGED you to get matching tattoos and/or piercings

he's so cute, how could you say no?

calls you "love" ALL THE TIME. You're not entirely sure if it's because he loves you or if it's just a weird thing brits do

your dates are mostly going to strange or abandoned places and hanging/having a picnic/listening to music/mildly illegal stuff, or sneaking into a movie theater to watch stuff without paying.

if you're a Spider-person too, you guys definetily have had a romantic moment on top of skyscraper before.

if you're afraid of heights, he'll hold you in his arms the entire time he takes you to a place high up. he'll never let you go

he noticed that you miss him a lot, so made you your own watch to travel to his dimension or the Spider-society at any time

he totally has a ton of pictures with you in his room, printed by some cheap shitty polariod camera

When he gets injured, he immideately resorts to you instead of going to a hospital or proper medic

He doesn't like seeing you get worried about him, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the extra attention and care you gave him, and the time you spend together patching him up.

Shows his love instead of telling you

Only says "i love you" in special moments (which sometimes could just be spending time cuddling & relaxing together after a bad day)

Literally all over you when he's tired or after a day of being Spider-Punk

Has 100% yelled at or completely ignored Miguel for calling him on a mission while he's with you.

You play an instrument? He'll practice with you every single day.

If you don't have any motivation to, he'll be your motivation. He loves hearing you play.

If you were interested in playing guitar, he totally sat for hours and teached you chords.

Holding your hand to make it press down on the strings, and saying "good job" or other little praises whenever you got it right.

You're interested in playing drums? He asked Gwen to come over and practice with you, and he was you two's hypeman.

He loves seeing you get along well with his best friends.

If you tell him your favorite song(s), he secretly learns it on his guitar until he's perfected it and then plays it for you.

Your reactions are always so amusing to him, and he loves it.

Makes you playlists with both his and your favorite songs so you can listen to them together

Spotify playlists? Nope, he dowloaded all the music (probably illegally) and burned them on CD's.

He gave you a portable CD player so you could listen to his playlists at any time.

At his gigs, he always makes sure you're as close to the stage as possible so he can keep an eye on you

You're always invited to his shows, no matter what, and he'll always play better and show off more when he sees you in the crowd

Brings you backstage just to give you a kiss between songs

most likely wrote you a few songs (or more cough cough)

Gave you one of his studded bracelets and said it looks good on you, even if it totally clashes with your style.

He loves seeing you wear it, and it's like you're being constantly reminded of him whenever you wear it.

Ever try his stuff on? It's yours now.

Clothes? no doubt. Jewlery? Yours. Literally anything else? You can have it.

He even gives you guitar picks from his shows, even if you have no use for them

He'll totally nick some of your sweaters or accessories once in a while though.

On the topic of gifts, he always steals small things he sees you looking at for a suspiciously long time in store

He's like a crow, always stealing shiny things (jewlery)

Yeah, he's definetily a bit of a kleptomaniac.

His criminal record must be insane just bc of his stealing habit

He totally makes you custom pins or patches with your favorite bands logos

Hes a very "DIY" kind of guy

He doesn't wanna spend money on things that are overpriced simply because it's popular, so a lot of the gifts he gives you are handmade

VERY skilled at making things though

That man does EVERYTHING.

Crochet, sewing, knitting, drawing, painting, handicraft, sculpting, you name it.

He's also surprisingly good at cooking/baking. (But sadly he doesn't believe in expiration dates/j)

MATCHING NAILS!!!

he usually colors his nails in with black sharpie, but he'll 100% let you paint his nails with actual nail polish

Pulling up at your place when he's drunk isn't an uncommon occurence.

He's a very affectionate drunk.

Especially if he's tired.

He'll tell you how much he loves you, joke around, and always has at least one arm slung around your shoulder

Never uses the front door to your house/apartment.

Always climbing through your windows, because he insists it's easier than knocking on a door.

Plus, if you still live with your parents, it'll make sneaking in at night WAY easier.

He doesn't believe in marriage. Says it's a way for the government to control your relationship and a waste of money

He loves stuff like promise rings though

His accent is so thick, so you're like a translator for him whenever someone doesn't understand him/j

Not related to Hobie, but Pavitr ships you two HARD. He NEVER let you hear the end of it when he first saw you guys kiss.

Pav's always making stupid cute and petty little remarks about your relationship, but he finds you two absolutely adorable.

feel free to give advice or anything in the comments because i genuinely dont know if this is good or nah,,

[kaeyx]

Idk if this is yan dazai or yan chuuya but after kidnapping you, intentionally leaving the house hot and supplying small clothes. In summer he wont need to crank the heat, letting the scalding temperatures and humidity work. Bonus for progressively more useless bras and underwear, in defiance of wearing the lingerie he picked out for you, you go commando. While he wants to see you dressed up, seeing your bare sex outlined in your shorts is a fair trade. Even better if your pussy is on cleaning mode and he can see the wet spot when he opens your legs for a "surprise inspection" (for injuries, of course<3) its torture on his cock but its worth it to see you squirm and act shy instead of spiteful

HAND OVER MOUTH BLUSHING SQUEALING SQUIRMING KICKING MY FEET OH MY GODDDDD

No bc. They would. Idk if Dazai would get you as much lingerie, leaving you with only his wardrobe to wear, but Chuuya???? He's already buying you gifts like books, snacks he knows you like, jewelry etc. So he'd absolutely sneak in something pretty alongside that. Panties, garters, something with lace that leaves you completely exposed, maybe even something full of hooks and straps that you can't possibly put on without his help, hoping you'll cave and wear it. All the while sneaking away your longer clothes, leaving you in what's basically either workout clothes or pyjamas. Shorts so small your ass falls out of them, shirts so big they fall off your shoulders, tank tops that hug your waist and leave your neck and shoulders defenseless.

Both of them would absolutely adore seeing you in their clothes specifically, spraying everything with their deodorant or perfume so you smell like them whatever you're doing. Seeing you in their clothes makes them so damn horny, it's all they can do to keep their hands mostly to themselves.

And if you start going commando oh my godddd! Your shorts riding up your legs when you sit down, leaving the entirety of your thighs on display. Getting little peaks of your pussy lips pressing against the thin fabric of yoga leggings and they have to excuse themselves in case they rip the fabric at the crotch and fuck you into oblivion right over the kitchen counter, the sofa, the table. A sliver of stomach on display when your too short shirt rides up and they're already imagining themselves on their knees, hugging your legs so you can't escape and kissing every inch of warm skin they can get their mouth on. Nipples poking through your shirt, the material so transparent it's barely there. Or if you have tits seeing them spill out of the side of a tank top when you lie down, or better yet seeing you adjust them so you don't flash them. If they pretend hard enough it almost looks like you're fondling them.

AND SURPRISE INSPECTIONS AAAAA!! Even better if they've been teasing you all day, ghosting hands over your shoulders or back, lingering when your hands touch, whispering in your ear. Dazai holding you down just with his body weight and rubbing a thumb slowly up and down the hard bump of your clit through your leggings, laughing when you try and fail go push him off, seeing how you shiver. Chuuya immobilising you with his ability, forcing your knees apart so he can settle between them, hooking a thumb into the crotch of your shorts and pulling it to the side to get a good look at you, teasing you for being so wet when he hasn't even touched you. What's wrong, they thought you hated them? You're not supposed to be this excited just from a few little touches, not unless you're hiding something from them...

Bonus points if the reader hasn't gotten off in ages because obviously, they've been kidnapped, they didn't think about doing something like that. So when someone finally touches them, even if it's the guy that took them in the first place, their body reacts so much strongly than it would have pre-kidnapping.

[sugar-coat-it]

thinking of teenage dream matty and girlie making out for AGES on the couch. like steaming up the windows and barely breathing/breaking apart. him eventually cumming in his pants because she's so warm on his lap and she wants HIM so bad. oh GODDD

HIIIII ACE <3 <3

oh my godddd that's so so good

No doubt they have some really long make-out sessions. They always get heated and a little messy fairly quickly because they're just so excited to get their hands on each other. They're barely even taking breaks to breathe because they're so eager, totally losing track of time, neither of them knowing how long they've been going at it for

He has his little habit of automatically rocking his hips when he's horny, so of course without even really thinking about it he's grinding against her, sighing and whimpering into her mouth at how good the pressure feels on his dick that's only getting more achy the longer they kiss

She breathlessly whispers to him against his lips about how hot she thinks he is, how turned on she is and he's just done for. The fact that she's on top of HIM. Kissing HIM. Telling HIM he's hot? He can't handle it. He's never had anyone want him that way, he certainly doesn't think of himself as "hot" or enough to make a girl wet, so it just drives him absolutely wild because what do you mean his dream girl is into him this much?? And she's so, so warm and pretty on top of him, it's like all of his wet dreams come to life

He reaches that point of no return, unable to stop himself as his whole body tenses up. His hips start to jerk upwards against her, shuddering through his whole body and he just whines so sweetly, burying his face into her neck when he cums in his pants.

He's so embarrassed about it, sweet boy :( he's holding onto her shirt so tightly as his hips make little bucks upwards with the aftershocks of his accidental orgasm, gasping while he's telling her that he's sorry and he loves her.

"'M sorry... 'm so sorry... felt so good... love you so much... I-I didn't mean to..."

She gently shushes him, petting his hair and telling him that it's okay, that she loves making him feel good which only makes him want to nuzzle into her neck closer, pressing little kisses to her skin as he recovers, so so dazed and in love

If she were to grind a little on top of him while he's still coming down, having just cum... jesus christ he'd be pathetically loud, shaking like a leaf under her

[spirit-lanterns]

Oh! To be a bunny girl in casino, being fucked lovingly by Robin and slowly losing mind from overstimulation. Clutching at her smooth back and leaving deep scratches just to feel a little grounded, to kiss her deep and slow as I get more and more mindless!

I'm leaving this place with her and resuming the fucking in the morning.

I want to marry her so hard.

ANON SAME. SAME. THIS ABSOLUTE ANGEL OF A WOMAN HAS BEEN ROTATING IN MY MIND LIKE A MICROWAVE.

The urge to latch onto Robin and never let go, burying your face into her neck as she fucks you so tenderly and lovingly 💕 GODDDD she’d be so soft with her thrusts too… just whispering praises in your ear as you take her smooth, sensitive length…

[lilywastaken]

LILY.

THE WITCH AND WITCH HUNTER???

oh my godddd.

can we get a little more of simon and his witch at her cottage? i’d sob

i'm so glad you guys liked it!!! it was just word vomit i spat out while i was waiting for food but I just loved the idea too much 😭!

and of course, here!!

first part of this idea!

"'m fine. i told you." simon grunted as he collapsed onto your rickety bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. "jus' a scratch."

you huffed, dipping a piece of cloth into the bucket of clean water you'd just gotten before turning to the large gash up his leg, blood trickling down and staining his fair skin pink.

that's something you'd noticed after the time you'd spent treating all of his wounds, he was very pale below all the consistent layers of clothes he insisted upon wearing, you couldn't even imagine what his face must look like after the lack of sunlight he was forcing his body to go through.

but it was cute, you supposed. sometimes when you treated a wound up near his neck, he'd be forced to pull his hood up, exposing his jugular vein and the itchy starts of a beard, and letting you see the way his skin warmed up in heat and colour when your fingertips grazed his skin, acting like you hadn't seen the way he swallowed out of what you assumed were nerves, and fighting back the urge to just lean up to kiss the exposed parts of his impressive jawline.

"you're clearly not fine, si." you talked back, waving your hands back and forth to usher him to lie down, letting you access his wound easier (although you were quite aware that he didn't mind seeing you kneeling in front of him), sitting down on the soft covers and pressing the wet towel to the cut. "you should've told me you were going out... i told you the forest was dangerous, you should've taken me with you."

your free hand came up to land on the unharmed part of his leg, running a thumb over the skin there in an attempt to calm down the pain you knew was undoubtedly rushing through his body.

he grunted, turning his head away from you to stare at your wall instead, arms crossed over his chest like an infuriated child that had just been caught doing something wrong.

while he looked away, you removed the now blood stained towel, looking to simon to make sure he wasn't looking before running a finger around the wound, uttering a few quiet words in latin before the swelling started to go down, the blood surrounding the wound drying up and speeding up the healing.

"feel better?" you smiled as he turned to look at you, having noticed the sudden lack of pain. "just a little something, don't worry, none of those fancy creams." you remembered how weirdly the four witch hunters had looked at you when the mayor had brought up the many remedies you had at your cottage, luckily none of them catching on to the true nature behind the miraculous recoveries that occured inside the flimsy walls of your home.

"...yeah." he huffed out, throwing his head back onto your pillow and closing his eyes, obstructing the only view you had of his face thanks to his mask. "thanks."

"that's all i get?" you teased, pulling his pant leg back down and moving away from the mattress, taking the towel with you to clean.

"what else d'you want? can't give you money." he grunted, bringing up how he'd tried insisting on paying you after you'd stitched up a wound, but you'd told him it was on the house, just like all the other following times.

"i don't know. a more enthusiastic thank you?" you hummed, walking back towards him after letting the towel to soak and sitting on the free spot of the bed right next to his head, fingers coming down to run over the scrunch between both of his eyebrows.

"...thank you." he repeated, opening his eyes and turning on his side to look at you, arm coming up to wrap around you waist, pulling you closer to him, letting him rest his head against your hip, breathing in shakily as he took in your floral scent.

"that's better." you soothed, bringing your hand down to remove his hood and play with his hair, smiling as he shuddered. "you're welcome, si."

he fell asleep shortly after, leaving you warm and worried about what would happen in the nearby future, aware that despite the clear affection you both had for each other, that wouldn't stop him if he found out about... well...

you looked back down at his snoozing figure, letting him snuggle closer into your lap.

you wished it would just be like this for the rest of time.