#smackable legs

[tengensbunny]

rec 00 -g. tomioka, t.uzui, k.rengoku, s. shinazugawa, sabito (aged up)

↳ an au where reader is a camgirl and our boys are her #1 donators 

NSFW WARNING || 18+

↳ masturbation, recording/video, daddy kink/dirty talk

g.  tomioka

This guy probably found you through Sabito

One day he just walked into the room and glanced at Sabito’s screen and once he does he just can’t take his eyes off

You had him hypnotized from the very first second he laid eyes on you

From the soft cries that left your lips to the way your legs trembled around the toy you were thrusting into your wet cunt

HE WAS HOOKED

Sabito will turn to find Giyuu behind him, his blue eyes filled with lust and a prominent hard on

“Like what you see?” Sabito chuckles before tossing Giyuu his phone, “Just make sure you don’t get any of your jizz on my phone.” he teases, before leaving Giyuu with his phone to take care of his little friend. 

Giyuu doesn’t even have time to come up with a response as the next video plays, the sight of your bare cunt on display with your fingers spreading your labia apart made him choke on his breath. Needless to say, Sabito wasn’t getting his phone back anytime soon.

Bonus: He probably goes through Sabito’s favorites to see what else he has that he can masturbate to, cause like, the man knows where it’s at

s. shinazugawa

Sanemi is probably one of your biggest patrons

He’ll be scrolling through his recommended list and stop at the sight of your cute ass cheeks on the thumbnail 

so plump 

so smackable

he just fantasizes over what they’d look like with his hand prints all over them

You’ll be on your hands and knees with a fucking machine driving into your cunt at a fast pace

The fucking machine is of course controlled by the donations you get from your patrons, so the more $$ the higher the speed it fucks you at

He’ll get excited once he clicks on the thumbnail and hears your soft whimpers, your whole entire body trembling; signaling to him that you had just cum

He’ll donate a large amount just so that he can watch the machine fuck you at a fast and harsh pace, imagining that it was him pounding into your tight and wet cunt

Your whimpers only get louder and louder from the brisk pace of the machine, your hands fisting the silky sheets between your fingers while your body convulses from the pleasure, your poor abused cunt, so sensitive from your previous orgasms

His donations are very generous, so generous you allow him to pick what will happen on the streams sometimes

t. uzui

You know the whole Saturday is for the boys thing? N O P E

Saturdays are for you and for you only, since you stream every Saturday

Like Sanemi, Tengen is probably also one of your biggest patrons and has access to all the VIP shit that you offer

He probably has all your videos downloaded offline so that he can watch them everywhere

His favorite one is where you’re riding a dildo suctioned cupped to the floor

He likes watching your cunt get stretched by the plastic toy, enjoying the sounds of your whimpers as you slowly sink down on the damn thing

He wonders what its like to have your cunt wrapped around his cock, your ribbed walls squeezing around his cock, milking his cock till your cunt is overflowing with his cum and yours combined

Definitely loves the way you role play on your live streams too

“Please Daddy I’ve been good,” you begged, your hips still, once you sank all the way down on the toy. “Won’t you fill me up with all of your love now?”

k. rengoku 

This man never misses a live stream

If he can’t watch it, he’s recording it 

theres just absolutely no way he’s missing out on his dirty little slut

As one of your top paying patrons, he also has some control of what you do on stream some times

“That’s it baby girl, touch yourself for me”

“Tease yourself nice and slow”

“Run your fingers up and down your slit for me baby girl, but don’t stick them in just yet.”

“Spread your cunt for me angel, show Daddy how wet you are”

He makes it an effort to cum at the same time as you whenever you touch yourself. He’s gotten so accustomed to the sounds you make and the way your body reacts, that he’s learned to time himself whenever he masturbates to you.

sabito

This cocky bastard

probably also has control of your stream from time to time and just loves to edge you

loves to hear you beg to cum and definitely wants to hear you beg for his cock

Just one look of your innocent face and he was already all over you account

Wants nothing more than to cum all over that pretty little face of yours

Wants to be the one to taint your innocence

and wreck your pussy

He probably has access to all your VIP benefits too and enjoys all the personal photos he gets of you

Probably persuades you to do a private live stream for him and let me tell you, after that live stream, you guys have probably met up on numerous occasions to fuck

You’ve never felt that aroused on stream before and knowing that he was watching you, controlling you, telling you what to do just made you so damn needy you felt like you were going insane

Everything he was telling you to do, wasn’t new to you before, but why the fuck did it feel 100000x better when he was telling you what to do?

“I don’t think you deserve it Kitten,” Sabito teased, shutting the fucking machine off with a click of the button; a needy whine leaving the girl’s lips as Sabito denied her 4th orgasm. “Please Daddy, I want to cum. I need it.”

Safe to say you’ve never came that hard before in your life; except for when Sabito is around. Now during your live streams all you can think about is his cock as you plunge the sex toy in and out of your cunt. You probably moan his name sometimes on stream too.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

TR Men: Spanking them 18+ Ft: Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Ran, Chifuyu, Smiley, Wakasa, and Rindou TW: ass slapping, suggestive language, and themes. Resident: @enchantedforest-network A/N: Am I the only one that wants to spank their asses?!?! Nah I know there are a few that would love to give them a nice spank. Maybe they would give you one in return teehee~.

Wakasa

Minding his own business the man who owns the gym has some strong cheeks.. buns of steel to be exact. Just one good swat on the butt that was all he was fine with the first time it happened but as it happened throughout the day it became a bit annoying to him. It didn’t sting or hurt him; he just let you play on till the gym became empty. As you were helping him put the equipment up. Swiftly coming from behind without even using all his strength, hand opening widening his fingers making direct contact with your ass. It made you yelp, feeling the stinging warm sensation on your ass cheek. “One spank was okay, two was pushing, three you were gonna get one in return babe,” he spoke so smoothly he had a slight stinging sensation in his hand. “But I do love the sound of my hand making contact with your ass... Even sounds better without the leggings.”

Chifuyu

Chifuyu was checking inventory in the pet shop when you passed by. He didn’t think anything until he felt your hand make contact with his ass. He looked up from his clipboard and looked at you as you casually went to grab something on the other side of the stock room. Turning around seeing the smile on your face caused him to slightly blush. “Must you keep doing that?” bashfully said as you got closer he turned around making sure you were doing it again. You had told him in the past he just has a smackable ass. Making sure when you left he was able to finish work. He was constantly having his eye on you during the whole day. You would know when his guard was down not paying attention to anyone. When he would least expect it he would feel another spank.

Hanma

He doesn’t mind it, he treats it almost like a game throughout the day. Who can get the most ass slaps? “Oh come on babe just admit you're gonna lose again today.” He cockily spoke. You refused to let him win this round. It was going to be your day. It was a back-and-forth as the day went on. He would get one and you would get one but with his wide range and agility, he managed to maneuver having you miss his ass. Thinking he secured his win for the day his arms wrapped around you. “Told ya I would win again.” flashing a grin down at you.  You had a bit of a pout on your face, not wanting to admit your defeat to his gloating face. But this would be a perfect opportunity to get one nice one on his ass. When you spanked his ass he didn’t flinch he just laughed “damn babe with this close range you think your smacks would be a bit more harder.” he spoke in a taunting voice before his hands laid a good smack on yours. 

Rindou

The man was working out. He was in his own zone having his headphones on and listening to music while he was doing his weightlifting. The man had some fitting shorts on when he would bend down and grab a weight you could see his glutes nice against his shorts. You weren't even working out, it never occurred to you to give his butt a little swat before. You had to wait for the right time. Once he dropped one of his weights and before went to pick another one up you would have an opportunity. Counting his reps as he was getting closer to almost his set. Rindou thought you were going to get some weights that were next to him. He bent over getting ready to grab a heavier one but he stopped as soon as he felt something smack on his ass. He got up quickly looking at you pulling down his headphones “What the hell was that for ?!” he looked at you with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.  He didn’t know how to react to that for a moment.

Ran

“Oh, kinky are we?” Ran spoke in a playful tone. Of course, your ass taps were more of getting his attention. It signaled him to give you his full undivided attention. His mesmerizing eyes fixated on you, and his hands were in his pockets. The sound of his footsteps coming closer as there was no gap between you both. His hand snaking around your waist, his hand relaxing against your ass. “You have my full undivided attention, my dear. What is it that you desire?”  you felt the firm squeeze of his hand grasping onto your ass. You felt yourself becoming more pressed against him. “I’m waiting.” he cooed softly as you brought his head closer to yours. 

Taiju

You were having a brat moment and he was your tamer every single time. But being more bratty than usual when he told you he was going to throw you over his shoulder he meant it. Your abdomen was on his shoulder as he began walking with you. You insisted he put you down, you were moving around a lot. You felt a spank on your ass from him “Stop it now.” He spoke in a stern tone. You puffed your cheeks out. Looking down at his backside, your arms were able to give him a taste of his own medicine. You thought you slapped some type of stone... It hurt you more than it hurt him. Just when you felt the sting in your hand you felt another slap on your ass. “Knock it off already. You must like when I tap your ass like that you keep acting bratty more when I do it. ”

Draken 

You were only able to spank him one time. It only took one time for him to notice when you were trying to spank him again.“What has gotten into you about wanting to slap my ass?” he caught your hand before it made contact with his ass. He didn't let go of your hand. He waited for a response from you. When finally coming clean about the reason why it was to prove Mikey you were able to spank his ass instead of him always spanking you. He looked across the room to see Mikey with a smirk. Draken closes his eyes for a moment and sighs “You need to stop trying to prove things to him. He is not the one who is going to have to deal with me later on tonight, it's you.” 

Smiley

It's an open field day when you spank his ass. He is the one who always loves giving you a nice spank then grabs a handful of your ass. So it would take him a moment to process when he feels the small tap on his ass. Then question himself ‘Did they just do that?’  when he makes eye contact with you a devilish grin appears. Now he is hunting you down like a predator with his prey. “Ohhhh you wanna play. Let’s play.” the chuckled company by the grin. He is chasing you around the house wanting to leave a nice handprint on your supple bottom. Nahoa would finally catch you and just the spanking on your ass would turn him on leading to another event that will make you not want to get up in the morning.

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[angelzai]

This was coming and I'm sorry about it but-

I need some brain rot on Akutagawa so I wanted to ask if you could do the nsfw alphabet for him as well, please? you can also do just a few letters if you can't manage the whole thing <3

nsfw alphabet - ryuunosuke akutagawa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 2.7k

cw: switch leaning dom!aku, rough aku, gn!reader, spanking, cum eating, creampie, clothed sex, edging, brat taming, dirty talk, nicknames (angel, doll, darling, ryuu), light bondage/choking/impact play, marking, toys, mention of face fucking, inappropriate use of rashomon lol

reid: my lovely niko im so sorry about the wait! i wanted to do the whole thing for u ehehehe i hope you enjoy

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

soft sweetie

he’s not super intuitive when it comes to reading what you need, but he’ll ask

tell him, he’s on it

very apologetic if he was rough - he’s got his own little awkward way of being sweet and coming back down to earth with you

“you alright, angel? do you need anything? ‘m sorry if i got a little carried away. you were perfect for me, okay?”

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

ASS MAN

adores your ass <3

loves the way his fingers sink into the plush of your asscheeks. loves the jiggle whether it's big or small. loves holding you by your ass even nonsexually. it's just so grabbable, so smackable

he likes his own hands - let him finger you from behind so he can spank and admire your ass while he makes you cum

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he thinks his cum is a nuisance

he’s nervous to cum in you, feels guilty cumming on you, kind of hates the feeling of cumming in his hand - it’s just something to clean up after, he’s indifferent to it.

your cum, however

he wants to drown in it.

your cum is the hottest thing ever to him. squirt on his stomach while he fucks you. make a mess on his fingers. cream on his tongue. he’ll lap it up like it’s nectar.

reassure him what you’re comfortable with when it comes to his - you insist you want him to cum on your face? well, okay, he’s gotta admit you look so pretty on your knees with your tongue lolled out and your lashes fluttering. anywhere else on you? are you sure? he doesn’t want you to feel gross. in you??? god, don’t even make him think about it - i think he’s partially afraid that he’ll find it so sexy and it’ll feel so good to fill you up that he’ll never want to stop. he can’t let you make him any weaker than you already have.

have a firm discussion about that shit and lock those legs around his waist in missionary. he’s a changed man after

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

he's very conscious of his body and will probably prefer to have sex with clothes on a lot of the time

not that he doesn't want to see your body - he absolutely does - he just doesn't want to make you feel awkward by insisting you be fully naked while he keeps his shirt on

you might be able to draw this out of him, but don't count on it; he'll probably write it off as a kink thing

(worship his body until he loves it as much as you do, please)

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V I R G I N

i know, i know. again. i know.

but listen. he just doesn’t really have time to focus on this kind of stuff! not that it never crosses his mind, but until he meets you it’s just something he doesn’t spare a passing glance at

he’s certainly had opportunities among the cohort of the mafia, but he’s just. . .not interested in other people

he’s interested in you, though <3

he gets off very quickly when you first start going at it - he’ll happily build up his restraint though (tie his hands behind his back and edge him til he cums untouched <3), especially if it means making you feel good

takes some practice and instruction, but everything you tell him gets burned into his mind. he can make you fall apart in minutes after a few weeks of getting to know your body

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy - he can’t pick because they’re both so different and have their own perks

missionary? he can palm your chest, hold your cheeks, bite your collarbones, kiss your lips, and watch the way your face grows more and more fucked out with each thrust

doggy? he can grip your ass, pin your arms behind your back, pull you up by your hair, trace the expanse of your back, and reach so deep in you

probably doggy, actually - he loves watching your ass jiggle while he's blowing your back out <3

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not goofy, but sassy.

he's serious about it too - can you say brat tamer?

prefers you to alleviate the tension so he can run with his power dynamic <3 mouth off to him a little! make jokes! it makes it easier for him to put you back in your place and believe me, he enjoys doing it

“what was that? think you’re funny? we’ll see how funny you think you are when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“try to talk back with cock in your mouth.”

“crying now? this is what you asked me for, angel.”

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

coarse black hair that he prefers to remove entirely, even if he’s not sexually active

it’s just a distraction/buffer from watching how deliciously he slides in and out of you

he’d wouldn’t ask you to remove yours if you really didn’t want to - i think he prefers a little hair on his partner anyway - but he likes how it looks and feels on him

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a little unpracticed in romance and he loses himself easily - he can be rather rough and selfish when he’s chasing his own pleasure

when he slows himself down and puts his focus solely on your pleasure, however, it seems to come so easily to him that you wouldn’t think he’s all that inexperienced

he does call you by your name a lot during sex, along with a few nicknames <3 his favorites are angel, darling, and doll

goes out of his way every once in a while to set the mood super right just because it’s something he enjoys and feels like he should do for you. the whole shebang with candles and silk sheets! maybe some aphrodisiac chocolates or a surprise involving something you’ve mentioned wanting to try in the bedroom - when he pays attention you’ll feel like the luckiest partner in the world

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it much - refer to the top of letter c.

when he does, though -

and okay, okay maybe this is my bias showing -

but i think we have another pillow humper here. . .

just THINK with me for a second about how pretty a sight it would be to walk in on him - he’s not usually so pent up that he can’t wait for you, but maybe you’ve been gone a few days on an assignment. you arrive back in yokohama early, but you don’t even check your phone because you’re exhausted; you just walk through the door of your apartment to hear heavy breathing and shuffling from your room

so you fumble to your bedroom doorframe. . .just to find aku on his knees, straddling your bunched up pillow

his button-up hangs open and you can see his stomach flex as he rides the pillow furiously, his dick leaking through his boxers - you catch a glimpse of his pretty, uninhibited face as he breathes your name into a moan

before he sees you and scrambles beneath a blanket, of course

all you can do is giggle and make your way over to him - sure, you’re tired, but you’ve kept your boy waiting so long! the least you can do is help him get off since he’s obviously so desperate for you, right?

“aww, ryuu, couldn’t wait for me? no, no, keep going, show me how you’d get off on my lap.”

you’ll get it for teasing him, but it’s worth it <3

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

bondage!!!

impact play!!!

marking!!!

rashomon’s a big help here - you don’t need rope, and tying is easy!

tie him up, let him tie you up - he’s a fan of either - he could be a rigger or a rope bunny depending on both of your moods.

he’s not opposed to rope, though - the work and the sensuality that goes into it is often more rewarding. plus, he just thinks you look wonderful with a silk rope harness around your chest <3

when you’re not tied, don’t be afraid to smack him around a little. bite him, slap him, choke him, scratch him up. he’s tough, he can take it, and he won’t mind doing it back if you’re into it, too.

he’s a quiet guy, but he likes sound! the wet pap, pap, pap! of your skin against his while he fucks you is just heavenly to him

bigggggg big fan of spanking you as punishment <3 be bratty, get spanked

(he’ll always take care of your after)

(plus, he swears the marks you leave on him are darker, harsher, and last longer after he punishes you - just how he wants them <3)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

at home, in bed. he’s a simple guy

optimal for privacy, optimal for intimacy, optimal for snoozing or cooking a meal after <3

(i think he also just enjoys being domestic with you. having sex in your home, cooking in your kitchen after, sleeping in your bed. . .)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in any position of authority

it’s odd because he prefers to be dominant. maybe it’s the thought of putting you in your place, or being the only one to have you at his mercy. he’s not sure but either way, he likes seeing his partner in charge and maybe a little frustrated or bossy <3

you’re heading a report? giving an assignment to your squad during a meeting? in charge of any sort of coordination? you’re getting fucked after. he can’t help himself - you’re so hot and you’re all his.

say his full first name. he knows it’s a mouthful, no pun intended, and he loves when you call him ryuu, don’t get me wrong. it makes him feel cared for a close to you, it’s so important to him

but when he’s in you, fuck - call him ryuunosuke and beg him for it harder. i promise you he’s trying not to cum right then and there

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

public sex

i think you could work him up to an empty-office, locked-door quickie but it’s absolutely not his favorite methodology and he won’t go any riskier than that

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves loves loves giving. there’s nothing he can find that he doesn’t like about it

in fact, it relaxes him

loves how you taste, loves how you sound, loves how you smell, loves fingering you and rubbing you while he does it to draw pretty whines out of you - it’s almost like stress relief for him

far from polite when receiving - he’s a face fucker, sorry y’all

he’ll always reward you handsomely after he uses your throat, promise <3

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

pretty rough, to be honest. it’s his nature - he’s done very few things in his life without violence and aggression, and he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like the control it gives him.

he can certainly be gentle with you after you show him the ropes - otherwise, this is all he really knows

gentle or rough, he fucks fast. he comes to really love the lewd noises your bodies emit together that way <3

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

only at home, really. he’s not a fan of fucking where he could get caught

if you so please, he will split you open against your apartment door before you both leave for work

can’t deny how much he loves watching you disheveled, tucking your shirt back in, as you catch your breath before you lean up to kiss him and say you’ll see him later for more <3

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not super down to get caught or be watched. he’s much more inclined to remind you you’re his in a place where you won’t be distracted by anything or anyone else

he’ll experiment kink-wise, especially with his existing kinks - if you let him use rashomon to bind your wrists, he only wants to see how much further you’ll let him take it from there <3

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

our chronically ill king, only one or two for him

his stamina isn’t great. but!!!

he can alternate between fingering you and eating you out for hours <3 and he often will

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

edge him with a cock ring on

just do it.

he’s impatient but he can’t deny how intense his orgasms are after you do this to him <3 he’ll bitch and whine and cry through it but he secretly loves it

will surely use toys on you if you’d like him to - i can’t see him owning anything other than maybe a plug or dildo he’s experimented with before (that’s a whole post of its own), so introduce him to whatever you’d like

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves teasing, hates being teased.

he can dish it but he can’t take it. gets agitated and impatient when you’re dangling yourself in front of him and he can’t have you right away, but he’s nowhere near above flustering you in public, grazing his hands over your ass after you hug him, or tracing your jaw with a wandering finger for minutes at a time while he looks at you with bedroom eyes

he adores you when you’re worked up and unable to keep your hands off of him - aww, you want him? he won’t say this but it’s super cool ‘cause he loves feeling wanted. <3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet on instinct - lots of silent screams and heaving breaths out of this one

only really moans when he’s ready to cum - this is part of the reason why edging him is so fun, because you can draw out sounds you’ve never heard from him before <3

whisper-mumbles to you through his climax

“fuck, that’s so good! s- so good, doll, thank you! fuck fuck fuck don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop i love you. . .!”

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

on the topic of clothed sex - sometimes grinding through clothes is even hotter to him than penetration <3 there’s just something about how desperate it feels. . .

plop yourself on his lap to make out and grind on him desperately until you’re both cumming through your pants <3 nghhhh

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

kind of hung and he doesn’t even realize it

girthy and almost 7 inches

two pretty veins that split off from each other on the underside <3

i think he curves up a little and gets a bit thinner at the tip

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

low to average - he doesn’t think about it all the time, and it mostly comes to his attention when you bring it up

regardless, he’s unlikely to turn you down even if he wasn’t particularly thinking of it at the moment. just because it isn’t consuming him doesn’t mean he’ll pass up an opportunity to be buried in you <3

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sleepy demon boy

he can bounce back from a blowjob, but after fucking you? whew now he calling me nyquil or whatever nicki minaj said

within minutes, baby

hold him and kiss him while he dozes off <3 he'll mumble and grumble about how much he loves you until he's out

[reallyromealone]

DAY 🎃SEVEN🎃 PET PLAY - CYNO

Warnings pet play, male reader, pet play, bottom cyno smut, nsfw

"It's not too tight?" (Name( asked his boyfriend who shook his head "n-no master..." He said softly and (name) smiled "good... Don't want to hurt my pretty kitty" Cyno looked embarrassed as he wore a collar and kitty ears and nothing else, on all fours for his boyfriend and sucking his cock-- well more like (name) fucked his throat.

"Good boy... Take it all..." (Name) grunted out and slowly thrusted his cock down Cynos tight throat... "God your throats almost good as your ass.." (name) threw his head back slightly as the heat of his boyfriends mouth drove him crazy, the sensation of his tongue rubbing the under side of his cock made him slowly thrust faster.

"Mhh" cyno was no better, eyes closed and eyebrows as he took everything his master have him eagerly, bobbing his head in rhythm to the thrusts as his nose touched the others pelvis "my Kitty is good at taking cock..." He said lovingly to the other who sucked like it was his mission.

"Gonna cum... Drink it all like a good kitty..." (Name) mumbled as he felt himself get closer and Cyno opened his eyes to look at the other, eyes unfocused as (name) came down this throat, drinking it as asked.

A string of saliva and cum connected (name)s cock to Cynos mouth "thank you master..." Cyno whispered licking the others cock of any cum, kidding the tip "good kitty..." (Name) moved and grabbed a leash.

Cyno shook slightly as he sat on (name)s face, leash keeping him there as he made out with the others ass, gently groping the others ass, Cynos ass was plump and smackable.

"Oh! Oh!" Cyno humped the others face as (name) tongue fucked him and Cyno felt himself getting closer "master... Close..."

"Good kitties cum when I say so" (name) smacked his ass and Cyno whined and tried not cumming, wanting to be good for the other.

"P-please master!" Cyno couldn't hold it much longer but (name) smacked his ass once more and Cyno whined "no whining baby"

(Name) manhandled him so he was ass up and introduced two fingers into his ass, finger fucking him stupid as Cyno let the other stretch and prep him for something bigger "no matter what... So tight..." (Name) hummed as he added another finger and stretched him out more, his ass was so perfect.

"Shit!" Cyno hissed in pleasure as (name) bit his ass cheek "my kitty as a perfect fucking ass.." (name) hummed "imagine if everyone saw you like this hm? The man who strikes fear into those who don't follow rules, bent over getting finger fucked in a cat costume..." (Name) spoke as he deliberately pressed into the other's prostate and watched the other crumble under him.

"Master... " Cyno breathed out as his legs started shaking, a sign (name) knew so well "you wanna cum? Come on baby... Cum for master"

Cyno cried out as cum shot out, over sensitive and (name) kissed him gently "good job baby..."

[sugar-petals]

sub!Xiaojun║🄰-🅉

↳ nsfw alphabet x femdom!reader

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⚠️ rated m, smut & fluff, anal fixation, bondage, bi undertones, cheating mentioned (they don’t), creampies, kinky but also vanilla sex, pegging, poly mention, ruined orgasms, toys, unprotected & protected sex, mdni

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A ⇥ Aftercare

Honestly? That can take a whopping half an hour. Y’know, soaking your adorable lil’ mess of a honey bun in the bathtub. And, self-care is for tops too, joining yourself once he’s all soaped up. Sure, Xiaojun likes a little spoiling. But then again, he will never say no to some proper face-to-face cuddles and mumbled conversation in bed. Running an entire aftercare bath is sometimes too time-consuming. Especially in a moment when you should be snuggled together, which is the all-time classic that your boyfriend can’t go without to feel gentleness and safety.

It’s not like you can open the tap and tell each other okay three, two, one — right when the tub is full and the water is still warm we literally just came and the afterglow propels us to walk across several rooms! Sex planning doesn’t work like that, and you’ll be way too exhausted anyway. That’s not just shallow pleasure we’re talking about. Making love with Xiaojun is never 50-50. So, the foam crown is for special occasions and later afternoons, not evenings. Taking a bath can make him even more sleepy, we’re talking limbs like jello, than just having had one massive prostate orgasm alright.

So, pillow talk it is. You’re loving that. He talks with great clarity otherwise, but murmuring is a great way to come down. As much as he savors your minute-long back hugs when standing, like in a queue or going by public transport, facing each other when laying down feels much cozier in those golden hours. It’s very warm and it’s very chill. Snogging half the night away with your big ole blanket, covering both of you up to the shoulders, is a staple. He likes personal attention, being doted on, someone caring for him, and feedback. Xiaojun wants all that communication. You know how enormously picky he is with personal space, who he grants and gives it to. So wow, consider yourself the chosen one. The dog’s sure to join, Bella will accompany you on your way to the dreamland like a lucky charm.

B ⇥ Body Part

So you want to know all about the touch me, tease me, feel me up he’s got to offer. Understandable. Xiaojun is an absolute looker. Guess who’s bringing every pretty boy benchmark to the table? Like everything. At the same time. Slender legs, shapely arms, sparkling smile. Small ass waist, elegant neck, sculpted hands, ethereal face, a voice for the gods. His build is stunning, too. Luscious silky hair on top, some pretty impressive brows, smackable cheekbones (uh-huh), maximum huggable body, capacity to look good in any style, everything.

He’s not a snack, he’s not a menu, he’s the entire 5-star restaurant chain. Gotta thank his parent for what they’ve been cooking up. And yes, to add the cherry on top… A little hack: Watch for those smackable peach cheeks. You don’t have that information from me. You’ll be surprised what you’ll find in those pants, and he’s not shy about it. Come on, every good sub has confidence in their ass. It’s your free pillow, stress ball, massage pad, hand rest, and even the occasional seat. Given all those delectable features and dazzling appearance, what more can I say, though. Two words: Full package.

Xiaojun is one sight to see. He also fulfills the height requirement. As far as I’m concerned, and I know others have their own definitions: In order to be an extraordinary pretty boy, you must be below 5’10. Anything significantly above, if you’re a tower, that’s a glamazon in my book. Different category. Think Huening Kai or Hwang Hyunjin. Xiaojun being tiny? Means he’s easier to reach for kissing, hugging, carrying, pinning, looking at his face, the list goes on. His height contributes to the whole picture. It’s simply not enough to nominate one best body part about him. You wake up looking at this eyebrowly masterpiece and can’t decide where to kiss him first.

Like, how good-looking is he. We as a society need to admit that we’re talking about the overall head-to-toe prettiest member of Neo Culture Technology. Whatever neo technology happened to create his molecules, it was indeed a good one. The sexy, cute, hot, and handsome men are plenty in NCT, and the V in WayV stands for Visuals, but only one can be SM’s effortless hottie guy short king incarnate. You know, the one that’s not a little bit of everything (like Taeyong, the true jack of all trades), but straightforward simply pretty. Xiaojun is just that. No matter where you’re looking, there’s a treasure at the end of the rainbow. Imagine hitting the jackpot and nobody talks about it. Though everywhere you walk and talk as a couple, chaos and silent envy ensue.

C ⇥ Cum

I don’t have to tell you that he has a nice opaque texture. The one that has you like oh boy, keep it coming. We need more of this. You’re both on the same page here: Tender-loving sex with endless, endless creampies all night… Xiaojun’s biggest sinful dream. Going at it, maybe two is realistic until both of you feel the need to pause from discomfort, go to the bathroom, and start afresh some 20 minutes after. If it’s very late and the day was rough, he can’t knock himself out five times, y’know. Xiaojun likes a degree of pain, but he’ll also tire and be sleepy in your arms at some point. Which makes him look beautiful, and Xiaojun loves resting with you, but he still wishes he’d not collapse as soon.

His head’s not in the clouds. Xiaojun is well aware that you gotta go pee not to get an infection. And also, if you’re fucking him dry and milking and squeezing the shit outta him, so be it. C’est la vie. That’s what he’s there for. He won’t accuse you of draining his dick so much. But with himself, he’s kinda disappointed in himself for needing longer breaks. He’s the ambitious type, he wants to know he did a good job (!), and wishes bodies would work a little differently (don’t we all) — although he understands that most of nature’s peculiar anatomical design just works the way it does and has a solid reason behind it. It’s more of a sentimental issue: What he thinks he should resent himself for the most is that in his eyes, if only he loved you enough, things could be more consistent, and he’d last the extra rounds rather than passing out where you would fall asleep more slowly than him.

Long story short, two gotta suffice. Hell, nobody’s complaining except him. You think he does a great job. You know you’re loved. It’s good, he satisfies you well, and being vanilla with him is amazing. You really can’t blame your boy for his dripping fantasy and romantic streak, because he’s genuinely talented (as if nobody expected that — he’s Xiaojun, for goodness sake). And honestly. With your pussy wet like that, it feels almost like an extra creampie. Worry not, Xiaojun is definitely seeing the vision. Can you imagine how happy he is knowing you’re so hardcore turned on by his body? Yeah, he admits it, it strokes his ego. But, the knowledge of having a comfortable partner is great in and of itself. He really wants you to be happy and enjoy yourself. Which is why he’s making drama about his fatigue and overworking in the first place. It boils down to Xiaojun wanting more energy to dedicate to you. 

On exactly those more energetic days where you got yourself some of that sloppy prime dick, and it’s gorgeous, he’s more than eager to help you clean it all up, and very careful not to overstimulate you. Xiaojun and you sort of switch contraception around as you see fit. It’s basically a mix of everything and what works the best, however you see fit. He likes wrapping it, he likes the semen on his stomach, he likes cumming inside of you. If he does, you don’t need to crook one finger. Xiaojun will make due amends for causing this mess. He’s not a wildass whore like Yuta who will slurp his own jizz right out of you and get spit in his mouth for some proper seasoning on top (Lord knows how much of Yuta’s protein intake comes from sexual activity). Xiaojun prefers the gentle version of having a soft wet towel ready and helping you use a bidet if needed. And if he knows he’d be too tired to be a good boy and clean up, he’ll down a coffee and defy the odds, easy as that.

D ⇥ Dirty Secret

Something that can’t quite be kept so secret: Well… Boners. For your information — he has a lot of ’em. Loose pants working overtime. Yes, he’s horribly flustered.  Almost ashamed. He wants to keep it classy, there it goes again. You’re just such a turn-on in his mind and eyes, and his libido is as spontaneous as it gets. The things he has done to hide his erections. Very weird things. Now here comes the real secret: bratty Xiaojun won’t say no to being disciplined for his horny attitude, and getting his orgasms messed up in particular. He wants to go a little crazy and masochistic. Such a practical thing you fancy Xiaojun acting all out on all fours getting a due spanking. He masturbates with you filming the whole thing and giving him orders on whether and when to stroke or not. Every time he won’t obey immediately, that’s one day without sex. If he complies, it earns him another slap on the ass. Oh honey: You know exactly how to do punishment and reward. He does exactly as you say and suffers. Very good. Horny Xiao is taken care of.

Bonus! Another little secret, I know you’re curious… Xiaojun owns a hidden black notebook. Kept safely under his bed. Not the kind these people have in movies, you know the one, where they list and rate their sex conquests. It’s something else. In his book, one will find whole blocks of text, everywhere for pages and pages. Truth is, Xiaojun has been writing yet-undisclosed songs about you. I mean, not how he’s been sucking your tits. That one is replaying in his head already, he doesn’t have to write it down. It’s more intimate and sentimental stuff than that, thoughts he doesn’t find the words to say yet. This book remains tucked away. He might be a Leo as per his zodiac, but he doesn’t broadcast literally everything he does everywhere. The image of him in his gold-lined glasses, sitting on his bed with a pen, that’s pretty memorable. If you ever find out that the black notebook exists is up to him. Little do you know he deliberates whether to gift it to you as a birthday present. Now that’s an idea.

E ⇥ Experience

He’s still 22, man. Merely four years since turning legal, his foundation is literally still building, he’s growing into his sexual nature. Since Xiaojun is so slept on, he did not readily have someone to quite literally sleep on him a lot. There really should have been an older person to mentor him, or anybody ready to take him under their wing like you do now. He had a hard time finding somebody on eye-level who would be equal parts affectionate and sexually compatible.

Humor-wise, too: Very important. Vibing together. Being besties and not just being on a one-week hormone high that would crumble like a house of cards. Bickering with someone is all nice and good, he can be mischievous when flirting, but feeling natural and just clicking is a way different league. It’s better than too much tension and always being close to a fight. The idea of experimenting and becoming less clumsy had a great appeal, but the reality of other people’s complicated personalities and chaos-laden lives, that’s a different thing. He can’t treat those things as separate realms that have nothing to do with each other. Xiaojun sees his partner as a combination of those things, not just through a relationship lens.

Hit and run might feel tempting and many people think it would suit him (they just want a piece of the cake), but Xiaojun was always the skeptical type. He doesn’t want the peculiar encounter of a one-night-stand where a person is in their own world and he remains in his, and he just takes their body to get himself aroused. Thanks, he’d rather take his pillow and go. Wasting himself away is not on the list. He knew he would have been naive buying the praise of the person. He hears superficial and manipulative comments about his looks all too often, although the thought and late-night flirting at countless bars had been promising. Still, Xiaojun is not the type to be walking around open mind open heart, he learned the hard way that you can’t force chemistry, and he’d been too shy and awkward to just fuck everything that moves his way, whoever that may be. He’s clearly told you that his heart has been very selective and closed off.

You’d think people would have been queueing in his text messages and social media DMs, but the most he got? Teasing comments from friends and hyungs or the occasional entitled hookup request from whatever self-declared sexiest person alive which he blocks immediately. Xiaojun can’t stand rude texts, haughtiness, and always suspects people are just using him. Rather, he’d put up an emotional wall and be bitter, frustrated, by himself, distracting his mind, you name it. He wants to read something genuinely nice and not waste his time. He himself texts with a :) at the end of his paragraph, or a 🐶❤️ obviously. A little goes a long way, and he picks up experience bit by bit with you. He wants the strings attached kind of deal, that takes its time to fully form, establish, and settle.

F ⇥ Favorite position

Anything to show off his fantastic back arch. Do the math on which options apply. If you want a hint: It starts with P and doesn’t end with ENIS you dirty mind, but EGGING. You can drive it home like it’s his last, I swear. Xiaojun can deal with some decent girth, but it’s more about the length to reach deeper and deeper. He’s truly fearless. And good at letting go. Your view from behind? C’mon, everyone knows that some of the most beautiful landscapes are found in China. It’s nothing short of magnificent. Xiaojun moves like a champ. You’ll be shocked at how lusty he can get. The moans constant and exasperated, the waist busy busy, and his ass getting to know your hips a little more. Fancy that? Who wouldn’t. Xiaojun would break the Internet if any footage like that would see the light of day, which is exactly why you use a separate hacker-proof camera to tape him.

And, for any non-toy-involving encounters: Any position that is the most pleasant to you. I know, duh. Groundbreaking. Xiaojun’s rule of thumb: If it increases your stimulation and it’s easy to maintain, it’s a good one. If it feels weird and straining to you, or awkward, it’s a bad one. Those are the kinds of things that can’t be decided with rock, paper, scissors. You decide which is which for yourself, and he will adapt accordingly. Xiaojun’s brain works like this: He dismisses everyone else but when he loves someone, he goes like: Just do whatever darling, inspire me,  twist me all around as you wish. Whipped Jun, needy Jun, that’s so sexy.

As of lately, standard cowgirl with you bending a little forward (yay to kissies) is the unbeaten favorite for the two of you. First, a lame joke reason I know, because Xiaojun is totally into the renaissance of cowboy culture. So, he likes the name and idea of it. You really took your horse to the Jun Town Road, let me hear you say howdy. Second, it gives you control. No-brainer, the pace is yours and you can roam your hands all over that good good underneath you. All-access pass, well except for the legs but you can always change directions. Reverse cowgirl is only on the menu when he’s sitting down though rather than lying flat. That way, it’s easier to hug and your heads are closer together. And, the tempo is slower, which goes easier on his dick from that more difficult angle.

Third, because he can concentrate on his stamina and breathing rather than moving around like crazy himself. Xiaojun hustles real hard dancing and singing and doing social networks and full-body variety. He might feel a bit weakened by his schedule at the end of the day. Bugs him, but you find ways to work around that. It’s not like you want to be thrown in all directions, nor does he want to do that with you either. Cowgirl is super laid-back. Fourth, the penetration is not too deep nor too shallow. He neither wants to stir you up nor keep you understimulated, so it’s a healthy middle point to get your dick appointment on his pretty lap.

Fifth, every time you sink down on him, your clit makes brushing contact with his pubes. Guess why he keeps it bare and waxed right there. All those fake ass ball shaving ads can eat their heart out, Xiaojun did it before it was cool. No stubble, no straw effect (leave it to the cowboy barn), and enough place for extra lube. Sixth, Jun has that big ole biceps, it doesn’t just exist to look nice and sexy. He can always help you out. No worries running out of leg strength. He’ll make sure you can still walk anyway. Actually, float on air. When he slips out and you wind down smooching, you’re like wow… I’m thoroughly relaxed. Sex is supposed to feel good afterward, not hurt you. Xiaojun abides by that and has your back, and cooks you a tasty noodle soup after making you cum. Sounds like good fun? It is. All while you can look at that unreal face.

G⇥  Goofy

Very much so. He’s funny, reacts to praise by melting and doing a little dance. Ultra adorable. You often feel like he compares quite uncannily to a rabbit. He picked it up from Bella, and it’s weishenculture to be upbeat and clown around. He plays with her so much, it’s so lighthearted, cutest dog dad ever. On the other hand, goofing it up with the kinkiness like the spirit of Taemin and Baekhyun entered his body? Not so much. Xiaojun can be quite measured and ambiverted, level-headed about sex, while at the same time being more emotional than rational.

So, he’s pretty much both. Silly and anticipating. He’s intriguing to say the very least, a personality onion. But mostly, he’s simply itching for a good embrace. He often throws himself into yours out of seemingly nowhere. And he swoons a lot over you, which he reserves for his favorite people only. Mid-sex, it’s either serious or a random joke out of nowhere. He’s bratty enough to earn your reprimands („Xiaojun. Stop acting like a stripper.“), but he also got some major tunnel vision when it comes down to it. Yeah I know, another vision pun snuck in there.

H ⇥ Hair

Groomed, snipped, razored, cropped, buzzed, shortened, clipped, waxed, trimmed, plucked, lasered and conditioned. He takes care of himself. Your boyfriend smells very, very, very good, like raspberry lotion. There’s a pragmatic reason why Xiaojun is such a depilation enthusiast and goes the extra mile is not just for aesthetic reasons. Yeah, he doesn’t like his happy trail. He walks up at the dermatologist to get rid of that. But it also means less effort for post-coital cleaning sessions. He needs his kitchen counter smooth to cook you dinner. You know what I mean, man. Wiping a flat surface is easier when you’ve been creaming all over him, okay.

As much as the look of his super-trimmed pubes is sexy, and keeping it longer is more hygienic — no cuts, burns, ingrowns, irritant shaving balms and whatnot — Jun can’t stand the friction. Even with a lot of lubricant, the stubble would clearly scratch and hurt you. So, that’s off the list. Begone, hair. Same with pits and hairy toes. Taemin Jesus Lord and Savior lend us strength, why does humankind still have that. A quick dry shave can handle those when he’s in a hurry. To your house, what else. His eyebrows stay untouched. They’re fucking great. Best in the world. If I were you, I would paint them and put it in a museum. Thank heavens they’re out there for the world to see because this beauty needs to be displayed.

His actual head’s hairstyle is frequently varied, he’s trying things out. Xiaojun posts selfies asking what you prefer. This, or this, maybe this? He wants to get acknowledged by you and gather opinions. You think that dark brunette tips with dark roots is the best, he pulls it off. Straight or curled, you think both is attractive. It’s the hair dye that matters. In your eyes, too much bleaching and fancy crayon color isn’t his kinda thing. It also destroys the silkiness of his hair, you don’t want him to damage his scalp that way, plus it makes it look like you’re dating a different person. Which is way too strange even if it’s clearly Xiaojun, he fixes his bangs the same way, the way he talks. His signature debut look, you’re rooting for it.

Super white hair ain’t bad on him, sure. But you’ll leave that to old age. Gotta enjoy your black hair while you still have it. Xiaojun takes the advice and is flattered by the thought of you „still liking him as a crinkly old Chinese uncle sitting on the WayV dorm porch with his back problems“ as he puts it. „Handsome crinkly old uncle“, you correct him. Though, he might indeed get back problems from that amount of riding and rug burn. Rest in pieces, Dejun spine. The pros of aging on the other hand? Xiaojun’s cheeky boner will finally be back to normal. Though, he says you’ll still be a hot old auntie, so.

I ⇥ Intimacy

…comes with fewer words and very unambiguous movements. He’s better at telling you how he feels by moaning and dramatic groaning all over the place, and he keeps his talk to a minimum on some days because he’s in such a groovy indulgent mood. Granted, Xiaojun can talk that talk and shower you with compliments as much as you shower him. Regardless, it’s often just a string of „yes“ and „more…“, „here“, and „oh please, oh please“. It’s charming, and it’s hot.  You can’t ask for more. He’s keeping it simple, and he’s a master at whispering the good stuff in your ear to keep you on your toes: „Oh shit that feels the best, please do it again“ being one of his gems.

As a submissive who tends to be more delicate, Xiaojun doesn’t like being degraded verbally — physically humiliated yes, but not degraded by talking, big difference — so your dirty talk needs to be a little softened up. For comparison. The likes of Lee ‚Super-Sub‘ Taeyong, Yuta ‚A+ Ahegao‘ Nakamoto and Jung ‚Closet Freak‘ Jaehyun are fine with having their hair pulled all night long, and getting called a stupid slut at maximum shouting volume. Yuta’s just gonna say, is that everything? Are you sure? Don’t you have something wilder in stock? Xiaojun on the other hand likes his hair pulled (heh), but can go without being yelled at. A quick instruction — „bend over, spread your legs!“ — or some rules to abide by are enough for him to submit well.

Another thing. Intimacy is also about understanding to him, right. He took his time to figure out your love language to a T, which is so cute, and vital, and always helpful to avoid misunderstandings. This man, and I know it’s rare these days, still got some logic in his head. Sure thing, he’s pretty enough to play pretend being your guy bimbo if it comes down to it. Hanging onto your every word, enjoying how you’re dolling him up with sexy makeup. He wears it well. But at the end of the day, he takes these things outside the bedroom super seriously. He wants to figure out how you roll and what daily life intimacy looks like in your eyes. Very attentive listener.

J ⇥ Jack Off

Ruts against the bed, or your hips. Or the inside of your thighs, all with his cozy clothing still on. Yum. His boner problem quite frequently meets its violent means and consecutive end in his palm (not his favorite, but it will do) or a particularly aggressive fleshlight you picked out for him (his actual favorite). That’s the kind of „Ok I’ll just close my eyes and stick it out“ kind of orgasm. Well, literally sticking something out. Let me tell you, he doesn’t have any problems with circulation. Ain’t nobody ever call him Xiao Limpjun. He’s a shower rather than grower, and nicely firm rather than those oddly elastic dicks which are just ew. He knows it comes with a bigger risk of breaking his dick off somehow if the angles just aren’t right, but it immensely helps with choking the junior.

Xiaojun once losing control with his sexy hands has landed him in the nasty situation of shooting his cum everywhere, which he sheepishly cleaned up without anyone ever knowing. Can you imagine a sweat-faced, half-naked mess crawling around the room to scrub furniture? That laundry basket was a walk of shame. He vowed to take precautions next time, hence he wound up using the rather practical toy he got from you. It reduced the chance of blasting all around at a serious rate, does the work for him so his wrist won’t go numb (hello, he wants to jack you off later, he needs the energy), and it’s a quick fix.

K ⇥ Kink

Although he likes his fair share of loving body worship, Xiaojun has a thing for callous and sarcastic dommes who whip, smack, and choke his entire brains out every once in a while. Like, someone to put a boot on him. He likes to take a lot. Being at someone’s complete mercy gives him all kinds of vivid dreams. You once found him on the couch sleeping with his arms perched under his hoodie to pinch his nips, and he was whispering something like „Harder. Harder, please“, and it didn’t catch you that much off guard. Whenever he does that, it’s guaranteed that he’s having one of his sadistic gf fantasies.

Talking about your own kinks. He knows you like his arms and hands a little too much. Or is there such a thing as overdoing it? You literally almost pride yourself in perving over them. Xiaojun wants to cater to that. You know, as a treat. He’ll deliberately wear either too-revealing tank tops to make your eyes fall out — he’s here to take his honey’s mind off her worries — or the opposite. Baggy sweaters to conceal the goodies. Especially on days where you have some kind of appointment or serious thing going on. He’d easily distract you otherwise, or add horniness to the stress. Also: His harness collection stays in his wardrobe unless the mood is right, he promised. It’s a tiny little cardboard box, but it’ll grow in the future.

So, you appreciate Xiaojun for adapting his dress code to current situations. When you’re invited to a friend’s garden party? He’s letting it all hang out. Crop top alert. Cleavage, Xiddies (Xiaojun’s Tiddies), half the ribcage, collar bones, neck, shoulders, everything. Or a dangerously transparent muscle shirt that just. Shows even his areolas peeking through. All to spice up any upcoming ‚several people stand in a circle and talk about needless things‘ boredom. With you present, Xiaojun knows how to show off his sexiness in public so you will feel the rabid jealousy of people, which he knows is also something you wanna bask in. Going out by himself, you guessed it: He dresses in like three, four layers, and a big hat or hood on. Sunglasses are a must: Xiaojun’s got some major Medusa eyes, my friend. Looking at them would leave strangers enamored and petrified.

L ⇥ Location

Depends on the moment, but he’s readier to branch out than most. If the surface is even enough, or can be made even, Dejun won’t discriminate. Getting off with you is priority. If it’s steel or concrete, he will use his body as a shield so you won’t need to put your shins, shoulders, butt, or hands on any cold hard surfaces. His dick is the only hard surface at your disposal, the rest can go home. Jun won’t let you kneel on gravel, streets and shit. He doesn’t roll like that. If his back is against something unflexible, he will still manage and endure, best by focusing on you. The hood of your car might be his favorite to lean down against, it’s sturdy yet smooth enough to tolerate some downward movement. The wheels being spring-loaded most definitely helps as well.

He’s balanced enough to get in on inside a little garden house, your underground garage, the dry edge of the bathtub, the shaded balcony with a mat underneath, perched behind a steering wheel, a remote picnic spot between grass, or on clean kitchen surfaces of your choosing. If Xiaojun had a yacht, you’d be making out on every little nook and cranny, the wooden floorboards under the sun, any existing pole, well maybe not the guardrail. But he’s still an expert in having sex while standing, so. You get the idea. He’s flexible. He’s stable. He’s small enough for you not having to climb up a whole tree trunk, and he can lift you up and down for extended periods of time. So, any standing spot can be turned into a juicy ride.

As for the other neos being in the vicinity: They’ll probably lift an eyebrow at him carrying out his business right in front of their salad. Think about how confused Mark is gonna be. So, Xiaojun will avoid letting over 20+ people at once know what he’s usually like moaning. WayV on the other hand doesn’t even care, they’re so used to it. You want something, water, snacks, condoms running out yet? That’s the energy. Long as things aren’t messy and destroying furniture, free pass to fuck however you want. They think it’s fun, and they’re surprisingly unbothered. They’re used to you being a horny couple, and Ten has done things in there ten times as wild hence his name, they treat it as normal and no big deal after some time. Incredible, right. As much of a tease they are, they won’t get in the way of Dejun doing his thing, and you doing yours. They like you.

M ⇥ Motivation

When the curtains close, Xiaojun is deeply romantic and extremely kissy, but his heart is also beating damn fast in your presence. He seeks relief from the burgeoning curiosity, yet remains a little caught inside his shell. Some prodding does help. „Xiaojun? You’re all stuttering again. What’s on your mind, hm?“ Adrenaline aside. When it comes down to it, bonding and healing time is what drives him the most to ask if he can drop by at yours after he’s done practicing. He’s very comfortable with you. Sharing a living space is a good solution, as is the quality time that results. Neither of you regrets that Xiaojun moved in with you.

N ⇥ No

Gazing sideways when the other person doesn’t look. Oh, no, no. Loyalty is key. His opinion is pretty set in stone here. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he doesn’t like entertaining even the faintest thought or flirt with cheating. You, in several ways of the word, are his bias, and he is yours. And we’re not talking monogamy. We’re talking the big dupe. Conning, deceit, lies. It’s okay if you both invite someone real cute for a three- or foursome, or five for the sake of the argument. He’s no prude with that, he’s not possessive. He doesn’t deny that other people are also attractive (although, statistically, 95% of individuals fade into the background standing next to your boyfriend). And Xiaojun can take two dicks up his ass, okay. That’s not the problem here. He doesn’t even stretch that wide, he’s super tight, but he can handle.

Dejun knows you have great taste in people, too. You trust each other sleeping with a third party together. If you want another WayV guy to come and join, he’d be excited. You want Yangyang? You get Yangyang, and he’ll talk German to you between French kisses. But anyway. After all: They arrive for a night, it’s all planned out with consent. You both picked these lovers with care, took them home together, you are both in the know. Dating behind each other’s backs to alleviate emptiness, restraint, or boredom however: He’d not take it well and panic, and blame it all on himself. A concealed love interest operating in the shadows would terrify him. Whether that be someone he himself entertains or someone you have a full-fledged second life with, without him having a clue.

Checking out strangers in the streets or among either of your social circle… Xiaojun just does not let his eyes roam, and he doesn’t crush on others. He just can’t. Too much infatuation with you. If you loved and had sex with someone else behind his back, he’d be in limbo and sheer despair for months, feeling like an entire failure, and disappointed in what you created together. If he found himself sneaking out in the middle of the night, when you were supposed to be fucking or in each other’s arms, the guilt would drive him to consider punishing himself in some way. Even the idea of cheating gives your boyfriend hives, alongside a weird feeling of sadness mixed with disgust. He can’t stand betrayals and unfaithful lovers and pays special mind not to suddenly becoming one himself, leading by example. To sum things up: It’s about devotion.

O ⇥ Oral

Secretly enough, food play is his kinda thing. You found out by seeing him spend minutes at the fridge thinking you didn’t look. Nothing gross though, we’re not talking spaghetti acrobatics with the tomato sauce spilling everywhere. Just regular fruit, like watermelons, that he munches deliciously. Or maybe a big white creamy cake, you can imagine how arousing it is to watch him lick the icing off a generous slice. Cheat day is sexy day. But yes. He likes the dripping juices of fruit. The feeling of his lips enclosing something, the sweetness on the tongue. What kind of literal juicy secret might he be hinting at, let us all wonder? The answer is, he’s good at giving all kinds of head. Xiaojun is very concentrated and enjoys the challenge of coordination. He makes pretty expressive faces that you haven’t seen before, too.

Your boyfriend is chill all the way, he prefers giving over receiving. Some teasing, dragged out licks can make him whine during foreplay or while he’s laid down in full-body bondage. A slow blowjob will unwind and reward him after he took your crazy toys so well without being allowed to cum. Orgasm control all the way.  Gotta make his eyes roll back. But at the end of the day? He has an inner eat-pussy demon telling him to jump the gun and just ask: If he can wake you up, should you be okay doing that, with head on days he finds you tightly big spooned around to him in the mornings. Um, basically grinding all over him. And groping his ass. And even biting his ears and neck and arms. Especially biting. Which is usually the surefire sign that you’re already horny in your sleep. Xiaojun doing his daily warmup this way and counting one and one together offering his pretty pink tongue is more than welcome. His face absolutely is too gorgeous not to be between your legs, and the release is perfect to start your day.

P ⇥ Pace

Xiaojun is sure to be passionate, though most of the time, you won’t find him in raging hoe mode losing his composure. Steady riding, steady grinding. Thighs on thighs. Thighs in thighs. Forehead to forehead. In case you’re extra turned on and go buckwild, he can take it with his teeth clenching shut. If you ache to blow off steam and want him to really go at it from behind, his arms will do the work, and he can snap those hips for ya. But if you ask Xiaojun’s personal opinion: He’d prefer rhythmic, gliding strokes over slipping out every other second. That’s just stupid to him. It’s interesting because his dancing style can be very accurate. Super clean, geometric lines. Sleeping with you brings out his more sensual way of gyrating himself between your legs. Again, he leaves nothing to chance.

He’s very good at directing his thrusts rather than messing up your insides from all directions. Jun is intensely exact, and both of you direct your eyes downwards to witness every drop of wetness running down your lips from it. His hands adjust the angles via your hips. Easy business for him after the initial learning period. You always notice how Xiaojun exercises some major gym-inspired self-control, something that you on the other hand have discarded a long time ago. If you want to ravage him, you do. Pounce, he’ll be ready with his arms open and see for himself how he’ll survive the scratching. Where you mark him down, Xiaojun would be the kind of lover to lay his palm flat and hold on. If you were to describe his pacing in one word, it would be: elegant.

Q ⇥ Quickie

Hey Xiaojun you’re so fine, can we spend a little time? He’s great at quick romps and down for whatever you want. Backseat of the car with you enjoying a five-minute ride, back against the wall with your knee lifted against the side of his heavenly body, or classically in the shower when the room is warm enough. You’re keeping up strong eye contact and the speed is actually pretty tame. Neither he nor you would go at it like rabid animals right away. Kisses for warmup, hands for warmup, his sexy moaning, and the way he throws his head back, that does the rest. He knows exactly how to rub your clit for maximum pleasure, so you always allow his legendary hands to multitask.

R ⇥ Risk

Will risk it all for his noona kink. Who are we kidding. His Mars is in Scorpio, baby. He could steal the Declaration of Independence and nobody would notice. Xiaojun’s idea of danger is hidden behind heavy doors. Literally, drag this man’s ass to a dungeon already. Like moth to the flame, Xiaojun can’t deny he likes experiencing the thrill of a certain calculated panic. He’s okay being firmly tied down to something to the point of having to rely entirely on you. In fact, he doesn’t even consider rigging that risky. He blindly trusts you. Most probably, because he also wears blindfolds exceedingly well while we’re at it.

The only thing he’d consider too reckless is anything too advanced (say, that’s hooking up your sub to some electro-shocker device, or suspending them upside down) and banging on a piano. It’s too valuable for that, although he gets why that would be sexy. He can play for you as the literal fore-play.

S ⇥ Stamina

Even after everything we’ve established, come on: Xiaojun’s stamina is pretty banging. Just not very high /by his standards/ which are absurdly strict. You’re not gonna talk it out of him, he’s gotta realize himself. But don’t underestimate his self-improvement and athletic ability. Those gym hours also count into his superb Greco-Romanian physical form. Okay I’m exaggerating, but he does look like a statue, and he’s super fit.

He’s also good at creating a great transition between rounds and makes for an amazing lay when it comes to lazy sex in the middle of the night. In one phrase, Xiaojun is the expert of the intermezzo. Which is very underestimated. If you don’t know what to do in breaks and transitions, you will have a lackluster experience. Xiaojun is big-brained enough to know those essentials. Let me put it like this: You don’t walk out of that bedroom having to lie to yourself.

One of his biggest pros is that Xiaojun does not get sexually bored. Why? Because he knows how to enjoy making love. It’s not about going from one position to the other in record time, or pounding the living hell out of you in twenty seconds. He’s extremely, and I’ll emphasize it again, extremely deliberate. He has a lot of zen going and that’s good for him. And: Good for you. Nobody is as fixated on getting you off consciously as Xiaojun. He also doesn’t lose appetite for some delicious making out and doesn’t demand to go more and more and even more extreme as time passes. He might dream about improving his third-round skills a little too much, but other than that, he’s down to earth about his wishes. You really like that your boyfriend stays grounded, or doesn’t pretend he’s Ten on a Friday night. Kun would be proud.

T ⇥ Toy

Xiaojun’s showing his inner geekin’ weirdo when costumes are involved, but this is about toys, not roleplay. He needs something way up his ass. As we know, he has an ass to talk about, not the absolute jiggliest, but it’s there. He’s down with the feeling and you’re convinced that his prostate must be like overactive or something. The doc says he’s fine, so the only answer is called nicely-shaped silicone toys.

The very spot needs constant heavy-duty stimulation. Xiaojun can’t help his peach fixation and dicks himself down with lord knows which vibrator when you’re not around, but hey: Nobody clean as him. Knowing how to prepare is his specialty. He comes to rub and tease his ass on your lap whenever he senses that you’re in the mood for something. Xiaojun, quit twerking. Just pull your pants down.

One time you decided that the tables were turned, and you made him give it to you doggy style with a fuckton of lube, hands clinging on the sides of your ass. Since Jun is not working with a massive tool, you can imagine how well he slipped in. The stimulation was pretty sweet and perky, it surprised you. Xiaojun on the other hand, he did not come very far. Literally. He came. In one and a half minutes. You think his brain must have imploded and he lost it. You know that feeling when you’re loving something but it’s too much? He had it.

U ⇥ Unfair

Nope. Xiaojun, ever the trickster you think, is damn fair with his lover. He pays a lot of attention for things to be equal. If you want unfair choose Ten, or if you look for a lunatic sub, the crazy motherfucker Yangyang. Xiaojun on the other hand has a surprising code to go by. A favor he will return, a teasing he will follow up with the real deal, and if there’s a way to masturbate you when he’s already finished, he will never hesitate.

V ⇥ Volume

Aside from the fact that he’s vocal in several languages at once? In typical fashion, Xiaojun has even more tricks up his sleeve just because. But more on that in just a second. We need to talk about how he expresses himself first. Definite big yes. You love listening to him. Call it Love Talk, honey. He’s the type you wanna record on your phone so you can listen to it again way later. Technology’s useful in kind of immortalizing him, actually. One language is already hot enough, and he just comes at you being this sexy polyglot? Now that’s a turn-on. Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean, English. Let that sink in. He can set any mood he wants.

When we’re talking date night noises: Gives you the whole range like he’s Mariah. Silent and breathy, faint and whimpering, loud and in pain, opera singing… I’m just kidding. It really is just all about going with the flow. Xiaojun isn’t really cookie-cutter in bed, it’d be hard to generalize how he sounds, with a vocal skill like that anyways. As for you, he has an inexplicable schtick for someone who can be stern and silent. A stoic top, if you will. He doesn’t need you producing a whole novel or talking like there’s some kind of script. Xiaojun got eyes to read your body language, and the rest of his senses to know everything else. He’s audible enough — and on pitch, of course — to fill the room himself. His moans are like therapy. He’s very easy on the ear.

But the loud and painful one, we need to get back to this, though. I’m gonna hit you with a psychology trick. Know a man’s playlist and you know who he wants as a partner. Know a lady’s, and you know who she wants to be. The fact that Xiaojun loves none other than Red Velvet tells you everything. Like listen. He believes in femdom supremacy, heavily armed supernatural girlfriends going psycho, strong female character fight mode, bad boy slander, bfs under control, toxicity,  weirdness, obsession, witches, unhinged sorority violence, spooky girls kicking and beating up men, shooting them, axe murdering them, deceiving and trapping them, or maybe torturing those petty boys if they’re merciful enough. You name it.

Show me one major Red Velvet music video where guys are treated and sang about nicely. Last time I checked, they went Robin Hood on some pizza delivery dudes while running their coven. Your guy Xiaojun is literally vibing and dancing to this for fun. Ask yourself what it means. I guess… you don’t really have to bring out a vile, predatory, and murderous side of yours and acquire a real body count. It doesn’t need a whole femme fatale makeover. I don’t think you need a whole crossbow either (perhaps a riding crop instead, scaling down a little). But maybe he likes to be handled a little roughly, or, say… some expertlyly done knife play makes him scream out loud. Just saying. He likes Red Velvet. Something is up with that.

W ⇥ Wild Card

You found out that the kinky side of Xiaojun is a dog on a leash kinda submissive. In a world of catboys, he is the puppy. Don’t get me wrong. You can never have enough kitties. Taeyong and Ten are legally permitted to wear as many cat ears and say as many meows as they want to. But Xiaojun is taking sides. You think he’s into weirder ways of dressing up, like this man walked up in a skintight slutty Venom costume once and stuck out his booty. And you went like, are you a certified monster fucker, do I need to grow some big throbbing tentacles after consuming a magic potion?

But he’s surprisingly different behind closed doors. He’ll crawl on his knees or caress his cheek against yours. Sometimes, he likes to stick his tongue out in weird ways, not even noticing it until you take a picture. So, that’s pretty cute. Xiaojun is a preppy kind of boyfriend in terms of fashion anyway. Lately, you buy him presents that all have to do with either personal care or clothing items. Xiaojun getting all pampered with gifts like perfume and satin chokers and delicate chain necklaces, you can imagine that he’s gonna wear this weekly, if not more often. So, a leash is not the only way to adorn him.

X ⇥ X-Ray

As nice underneath his clothing as what you can see clothed. After all, Prince Xiaojun is pretty all over. This is no exception. He doesn’t sparkle, but it’s close. His dick is perfectly small-to-moderate and compact, straight throughout and only slightly bendable, but otherwise flexible at the very base. So that’s interesting. No major veins to be seen. The tip is rather flat but fleshed-out like a rosebud, and hell yeah, he’s properly cut. Like completely. Which is very nice and feels twice the heaven. The entire shaft has a nice symmetrical texture that’s part vertically structured, part fine and smooth, the skin isn’t extremely thick. If it couldn’t get any better, his balls are nice and rounded, being all snug next to another. You get what I mean, rather than oval and strung together by excess skin. In other words: Very plump and full. Something you appreciate.

Beside the ass pics and selfies, they constitute the bulk of pictures you have of him on your phone because frankly, you’re obsessed. Covered in your cum, his cum, fake cum, clear lube, his spit, your spit, the fabric of his tee, or nothing at all fresh out of a warm shower, which means they’re kinda swollen. Makes it even better. Gotcha. You’re one picture away from putting that into your damn wallet. You love sitting down on them, you love feeling them, you like to squeeze and pinch and bite your heart out. Needless to say, Xiaojun is shy about that, and of course sensitive, but he got used to you being extremely zealous. You haven’t exactly had a passion for balls before meeting him, and you doubt someone else could be this appealing. But Xiaojun’s equipment seriously changed your mind. He simply doesn’t compare.

Y ⇥ Yearning

You mean, in today’s perfectly elegant terms, simping. Your soft-spoken, slightly extra honey deer Xiaojun has perfected the please-please begging pupper eyes, but will only use it on things you gladly like to give to him. Such as a little squeeze to the bum. Or a firmer one, on hornier days. Grab it like it’s pizza dough, you only live once. Booty aside, he really misses you a lot when you can’t be together for some work-related reasons, damn you capitalism reason number 507,063.

If your job has you traveling somewhere for two weeks, Xiaojun is pretty preoccupied during the daytime, but it’s still unusual. His bedroom eyes have nowhere to go, what to do? At night, the full realization hits and he’s miserable slouching in your sheets. And mighty cranky that he feels this way. He takes those things out on writing something, but it never satisfies. He needs company, you to giggle with. He can depend on himself, and he has friends, but it doesn’t cut.

Although he has a routine — he can game, he can work out, he can dance, he can eat — Xiaojun really falls into a rut being by himself. He might call up Ten and get sound advice because Chittaphon is a wise man, but a few phrases still can’t substitute for your presence and cuddles, nor your tone. Which is why you leave him voice messages pretty often. He really is obsessed with the way you speak, by the way. Xiaojun’s hanging on your lips.

Z ⇥ ZZZZ

Sleeps like a very exhausted angel. Xiaojun needs his green tea before sleeping, it’s his habit. Is very silent, turns often, and frequently has his eyes deceptively open but he’s not awake. Takes deep breaths and sleeps in lots.

[★ read the alphabet on ao3] 

++ FINAL NOTE - hope you enjoyed, i wanted to go wild & create a more lengthy and in-depth version of his classic format. makes me want to write more about nct, this group got so many subby gems in it. i’ve written stuff with ten sporadically but it’s my first time publishing something so long about wayv so excuse any mistakes ✊

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[miscling]

It is my birthday, and I'm stuck at *work*! (Ugh >_<)

But I think *someone* should enjoy birthday spankings, so have a task! Muahahaha! ^_^

⛓️(the 3-hole wooden pillory)

🏓🏓🏓🏓+2, +1 for good luck, +1 for good measure. (the studded rubber paddle, on that eminently smackable ass of yours)

👋just for funsies (your/nestie's choice of where)

then 🍇 for successful completion of a tough task (also for putting up with me being ridiculous:P)

Have fun! - 🪼

happy birthday!

so my nestie got me all set up for your birthday spankings, and made sure to give me your 42, and one for good luck, and one for good measure, and one to round out the number!

afterwards, they made me stand while they tickled my legs, threatening me with more tickling if i fell over at all. they went after the back of my knees, and my feet if i lifted them up at all, and tested out a weak-point that was discovered on monday.

i didn't fall over, so now i'm having a cup of (decaf) tea and a little cake treat!

i hope you've had a nice birthday! (despite work)

<3

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In this together

A Harry Holland fic

Missed calls (chapter fourteen)

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Warnings: soft smut, a visit to the hospital, maybe some angst.

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You groaned as you made your way across the hall into your bedroom for the third time of the night. Alec was a hard one to get to bed, and unlucky for you, you had drawn the short straw tonight, and ended up having to get him to bed instead of Lilly, breaking your three week streak of getting your daughter to bed while Harry would get your son.

You stepped into the bedroom yanking your pants down as you did so. You were so ready for a nice relaxing bubble bath, that's all you wanted. It had been a long three months adjusting to life with not one but two babies. Parenting seemed to be easy, but definitely not without its obstacles. Example, Harry's fear of poopy diapers, that was funny the first time lilly had had a blowout in public. The constant need to pump, that was annoying, you would try and breastfeed the babies when you could, but with two of them it was all the time so you had decided to just pump and occasionally breastfeed if it was more convenient, Harry appreciated that alot, seeing as with all the stored milk he was able to help out more than he would have been had you decided to exclusively breastfeed.

But all in all, the new normal your life had taken on was pure bliss, and you were unbelievably happy with your little slice of heaven.

Harry looked up from his laptop right as you were pulling your shirt over your head. "Did He go down this time?" He wondered.

You nodded, entirely too sleepy to even get words to form.

"Want me to run you a bubble bath m'love?" Harry asked, noticing the bags under your eyes. You nodded again but this time with a smile, he always seemed to know just what you wanted and needed.

He climbed out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight boxers that made his bum look smackable, but you refrained.

He walked over to the en suite bathroom starting the water in the jetted tub that you had been so exited about when Harry had first showed you the place, until it came time to clean it, that took like three weeks, but it was perfect now.

Harry added a cup of Epsom salts and then a splash of oil before dumping some of the restful moon bubble bath in and letting the tub fill till it was over the jets and then he pressed them on.

Imediantly, the smell wafted into the air, and you felt your body beginning to relax. Harry stepped up behind you placing soft kisses to your shoulders before undoing your bra and sliding it down your arms, and then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs, pressing another kiss against your hip bone as he did.

After the twin's were born, you were given six weeks of absolutely NO SEX, and then when the six weeks were up you had gotten an IUD and had to hold off another week. That was five weeks ago, and yet you and Harry hadn't done more than a few heated make out sessions that always seemed to be interrupted by the two crotch goblins across the hallway.

So to say, maybe, just maybe, you were feeling needy, and kind of insecure with the way your body still looked. Stretch marks covered your stomach that had not gone back to just being tight, and your boobs were lopsided half of the time and the other half you swore they were saggy, thought Harry was very adamant on the fact that they had never looked better, but then came your downstairs, and that scared you the most, you had pushed two six pound babies out of that thing, you had torn and had to get stitches and you weren't sure if it was still nice looking or if it looked like a butcher shop, or would it be too losses or to tight? You had no clue.

Harry went to help you into the tub and you glanced up locking eyes with him with a look that screamed need. He smiled at you before brushing a strand of hair from your face, "want me to join you baby?" He asked quietly.

"Please," you whispered as you toyed with your bottom lip.

Harry groaned before bending down to take off his briefs, and stepping in behind you. You both lowered into the tub and he pulled your back against his chest. "How could I ever tell you no?" He mumbled as he pressed kisses to your neck.

"Don't no," you giggled as his hands creeped around your front and dipped below the water.

"I've missed you," Harry mumbled into the crook of your neck. You chuckled knowing that you had been with him pretty much constantly for the past few weeks but you knew what he meant, having the twins took away a lot of your time and energy and by the end of the day all either of you had wanted to do was sleep.

"I missed you," you said back as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder just as his fingers connected with your clit drawing small circles.

You let out a small moan of relief as he began to build a long needed orgasm.

His other reached up grabbing your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, and his kiss knocked the breath right out of you. You were so needy and horny you didn't hear your phone ringing at first. Harry removed his hand and helped you turn around so you were straddling him his thick cock teasing your enterence as your lips reconnected, and you began to sink down onto him.

It was tight, and a little painful at first, you hissed at the stretch he was giving you.

"You ok m'love?" He whispered stroking your cheek.

You took a deep breath as you relaxed into him, knowing that he would never hurt you, and if you needed to stop he would in an instant. "I'm ok," you nodded leaning back into him and beginning to rock against him slowly.

The pain was slowly replaced with pleasure as Harry began to thrust up, the water sloshed around with your movements though not at all hurried. Harry leaned forward brushing his teeth along your color bone making you moan. God this mad did things to you. You felt your orgasm about to crash into you, and you probably should have felt embarrassed except you could tell by Harry's frantic thrusting that he was also on the brink of an explosion.

"I'm gonna-" you groaned as the orgasm hit you, not giving you much of a warning, your body tightend as you felt Harry still, his own release knocking into him at the same time. There was something so sensual about coming together, so intamate.

As you felt yourself come down, your breathing evened out and you smiled leaning to kiss Harry. You giggled against his lips, knowing this man was your forever, he had proven that much time and time again.

Harry's brows pinched together as he glanced towards the bathroom door, "what is that?" He asked and you looked over realizing that not just yours but both of your phones were ringing.

"I'm not sure," you mumbled as you pushed yourself up and climbed from the bath, wrapping yourself in an oversized towel and handing one over to Harry.

You padded your way to the bedside table and grabbed your phone which was still lit up from the missed call to see you had nine consecutive missed calls. Four from Sam, two from Paddy, and three from Tom.

Harry came up besides you grabbing his own phone you looked at him and watched his face scrunch in confusion. He glanced to the time at the corner of his screen, shocked to see it was nearly midnight. "Why are they all calling in the middle of the night?" Harry wondered aloud as his phone started to ring again. This time he answered on the first ring.

"Tom?" Harry asked.

"Christ mate," Tom exclaimed through the phone, "the two of you are harder to reach then the dead," he complained.

"Sorry, it's late, we're getting the babies to bed," Harry lied quickly, making you giggle.

"Well, we need you to get to the hospital," Tom said solemnly, "it's dad,"

You watched Harry's face fall into pure panic. Things hadn't been great with his dad, but regardless of that you knew that Harry loved him.

"Were on our way," you told Tom before grabbing your own phone and calling a friend to come and stay with the babies, Harry stood frozen staring at his phone in only his towel.

"Baby," you whispered as you shook his shoulder, "com'on love, we have to go," you urged him, to which he just nodded, not really sure of anything at this point.

As soon as you were done getting dressed you heard a knock on the front door and ran down to open it, "thank you," you told Chelsea as you lead her to the spare bedroom and gave her the baby monitor then gave her the rundown of food and diaper changes.

By the time you were done with that Harry was standing in the hallway dressed in an oversized hoodie and some grey sweats staring at a framed picture of his brothers and his dad.

You felt your heart ache not knowing what had happened or how bad it was, all you knew was that if it was bad, and Harry was forced to leave things the way they were with him, it would kill him.

You walked up besides him grabbing his hand and leading him through the house to the garage and then pushing him towards the passenger side. "What are you doing?" He asked you.

"You're not driving, you are all in your head," you pointed out with a sad smile and nodded back towards the door.

He nodded, climbing in and getting situated as you started the car and headed for the hospital.

As soon as you parked the car you could see Harry's whole demeanor change from relaxed to panicked. He climbed from the car and you shut it off quickly joining him.

He threaded his fingers with yours and clutched your hand as though it was a lifeline as the two of you headed for the emergency entrance.

As soon as you walked through the door there was a wave of multiple sighs of relief.

Ruby was by your side within an instant leading you towards where the rest of the Holland's were gathered. Both Sam and Tom were sat on opposite sides of Niki holding her as her little body convulsed with tears.

Harry released your hand rushing towards his mother and kneeled in front of her grabbing her hands in his. "Mum," he whispered.

She looked up at him through tear swollen eyes as a sob escaped her chest and she flung her arms around his shoulders pulling him in for a hug.

"Oh Harry baby," she cried. "I'm so glad you're here,"

You stood next to Ruby as you watched the emotional scene play out in front of you. You turned to her to see unshed tears in her eyes. "What happened?" You whispered.

Just then Paddy appeared with a tray of steaming teas setting them on the little table in the middle of the chairs. He pulled you into an embrace. "They think it was a heart attack, they rushed him back for surgery," he told you quietly. He glanced over to where his brothers and mum were still hugging and leaned closer to you, "this might be really hard for baz, we need to keep our eye on him," he told you.

You gulped and nodded, glancing back at your boyfriend full of concern.

Ruby grabbed your hand squeezing gently and you glanced at her, "he'll be okay," she whispered her eyes focused on Sam, "he has to be alright," she added.

In that moment you weren't sure if she meant Sam or Dom, but you couldn't help but agree, they had to be alright, all of them.

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starter for @unavernales ft romeo, alena & the gang

"So er... how much you bench press? Like... 250lb?" Beomsoo asks as he leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes unintentionally raking over the impressive physique of the lampad currently chilling in his home, drinking his beer. A little to his right Hyacinth bounces gleefully in his baby jumper - like a bungee spring boinging him up and down on chubby little legs from the doorframe. His tiny fists and fat little arms waving as he dribbles down his chin and blows bubbles from his nose.

Beomsoo's current issue was with his son's uncle - he knew that Alena had a tribe of familial reletives from the underworld, but he didn't expect to have them turn up and be granted their spare bedroom for a few weeks. Romeo was shorter than him, so at least he had that going for him... but the cut definition of his abs under that sheer, silky top? What, was he out there doing crunches in his room before putting it on, just to increase the definition?! The guy was cut!

With his eyes trailing down the nymph's chiselled obliques, he absentmindedly runs a hand down his own stomach, beer bottle in the other, as he imagines himself getting fat. Alena was feeding him too much! He should hit the gym... He still had impressive bulk to his 6ft8 frame, but Romeo almost looked as if his muscles had muscles.

"About a 280 on a normal session" the nymph replies with a nod, lifting his own beer bottle to take a swig. They were waiting for the other two, his sibling and their best friend, to be ready, before their night out begins!

Since when were nymphs hench anyway?! From what Beomsoo had seen, and those he met through Alena, they were always lovely wispy creatures. Lithe and petite. His Alena was a real catch, with that pear shaped body, juicy hips and a smackable ass, now he's learning they come in Ken Doll too?! "Mnn... right, yeah-" he grumbles with a nod, eyes shifting from the strain of Romeo's shirt over his bicep, down to his own arm and tries to puff it out a little.

The two men were running out of things to talk about...

[tenderlyrenjun]

00 Line - Picking Up Girls at the Gym

tw ... weight mention, random ideas that I had at the gym yesterday, flirting, faint college au, hooking up, slightly inappropriate touching in public (smh), not really picking up girls for all of them but it's basically them setting up dick appointments

Renjun ... you fell on him. literally. it was half his fault too. you were doing lateral step ups on a workout bench, which has a width just slightly wider than your foot, and he was wadding through the turf. he walked a little too closely to your bench to avoid getting smacked in the face by a quivering barbell, and accidentally backed up into your leg while you were going up. you tried to brace yourself against the wall, but you ended up slamming your palm against it, bouncing off onto him. renjun turned around to, hopefully, stabilize you both, but he underestimated his own stability and went tumbling down too. on the ground, you peaked an eye open, feeling fingers follow the seams on your clothes, and one of his hands was on your boob, like honka honka. he immediately started getting up, apologizing several times, but as he helped you up too, his hand fell on your ass, almost pushing, like a smack, a spanking. you find him a little cute, giggling, "Usually, people buy me a drink before we get to second base." he walked a little closer at that, intrigued, turning the situation around, "how about I just take you home?"

Jeno ... he doesn't run, or he didn't. there was a track on the second floor at the gym with a large clerestory window overlooking the college campus, just adjacent to his weight lifting room. one day, while waiting for his trainer, he leaned against a wall, watching a frisbee game outside. no one, except insane people, really used the track at this hour (before his 9AM class), but then you showed up. you started stretching on the turf, arching your spine to the sides, puffing your tits out with an arm stretch, bending your ass over to touch your toes. he couldn't stop watching. the last one made your ass look so smackable, and he couldn't stop thinking about it for the next couple of days. your schedule aligned with his, showing up at the track whenever he worked out in the weight room, and at some point, he got so distracted by your ass jiggling that he dropped a weight on his foot and yelped, really loud. you heard it easily, already coming on another lap, so you ran into the room and helped, then the two of you became friends. eventually the "laugh about it (the pain) later" turned into flirting, and one day on the track, when his trainer was running late again, jeno, frustrated by the sexual tension between the two of you, walked behind you stretching and smacked your butt, pulling you flush against his chest, whispering something about getting you out of those tight leggings.

Haechan ... he lost a bet. he lost a bet during a game at the bar last night and now he had to go to yoga classes for two straight weeks. there's nothing embarrassing about going to yoga, but at 6AM? with the hot yoga instructor who makes men pop a boner when their wrong brain gets a blood rush?? embarrassing. thankfully, the class was mostly empty, less than 10 people, and even less toward the end of the week. haechan tried not staring down your sports bra, or checking out your ass, but he started noticing that you were paying extra attention to him. you would kneel in front of him, legs pressed together, sitting on your feet, and verbally correct his posture from behind, or you would come up to him, ask if you could touch him, and then linger your fingers on intimate parts of his body, like his lower back or behind his thigh just below his knee. he got sick of the back and forth, staying after class one day to confront you about it. he waited for you to finish rolling up your mat and securing it before throwing it on the ground and kissing you. maybe he fucked you in the yoga room, maybe not, but he definitely did invite you back to his place for a private lesson

Jaemin ... he was working out with jaehyun, a friend he asked to train him and get him out a little bit more. see, jaemin is an introvert, and while he doesn't really mind, it gets annoying dwindling down his friend list for an hour until the very last person is available to go to the gym with him. so, as both a workout and a set up, jaehyun tells jaemin to ask someone for their weight. jaemin totally protested the first time (because that's rude!! and at the gym??), but jaehyun explained it to him. and a minute after, jaemin wandered around the racks, lightly touching the weights to avoid speaking. then he saw you. you were just setting up some music on your phone, bulky Bluetooth headphone already on your head. jaemin didn't want to disturb you, but you looked hot, sports bra, tight leggings, hair tied up to expose your very kissable-looking neck, wow. so, he walked up to you and tapped your shoulder from behind, then asked his dumb question, biting the inside of his mouth until you responded. you looked at him, a little offended, skeptical, but eventually told him, adding why? at the end. he told you to just watch him, and you did. you followed him to a bench and watched him rack your weight on a bar (jaemin was so thankful in that moment that he is strong). he moved the barbell onto his hips, a little lower than his hips, and thrusted upward, giving you a preview into the kind of workout you could do at his apartment.

[thefoldedbird]

Dating a Krogan

SFW

Haha, prepare yourself. No, seriously. You’re going to get looks. Lots of them.

But you’re also on the arm of a Krogan so the looks don’t last long.

They are very sweet on you. Or at least they try to be. They give you flowers a lot. You don’t know where they get them.

They are amazing to cuddle with, especially out of their armor. They are huge. And warm.

They find it cute when you climb up onto their back and rest on their hump. Give it a smooch and they’ll blush like crazy.

Their mouths are huge. Very wide. They can’t kiss all that well but they’ll make the effort just for you. Kiss them bunches anyway.

Happy, angry, sad, krogans bump heads for all kinds of reasons. To different degrees of course but still. Hope you have a tough skull.

Krogan’s may not have smackable asses but they do have tails. Squeeze the tails.

NSFW

Their mouths are huge. So are their tongues. Let them inbetween your legs. They’ll work magic beyond your imagination.

Speaking of magic between the legs, it’s a widely known fact that they have four balls. Quads. Give them a fondle if you get the chance. Try to fit them all in your mouth if you’re brave.

Contrary to popular belief, breeding kinks aren’t really all that common for krogan. Not like you might think. Sure, breeding requests are at an all time high, but it’s out of desperation. Thinking about it during casual sex is a big turn off for a lot of them since the genophage.

They don’t expect you to fit them, not right away or perhaps at all. But they are creative. Expect lots of boob-jobs, thigh-fucking, and lots of oral. They have thick fingers though, so it not like penetration isn’t an option from the start.

The sex positions are a little different given the legs and weight distribution. How do you tell if a krogan is experienced? Depends on how good of a power bottom they are.

[riintarro]

— 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐃𝐎 "𝐘𝐎𝐆𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒"

⤷    pairings : suna rintaro, atsumu miya, koutarou bokuto, kuroo tetsurou

⤷    warnings : implied previous sex, slight nsfw implications, nothing extreme. 1 (one) ass slap, suna’s crusty legs <3

⤷    author’s note : i just wanted to write atsumu asking how his ass looked like and here we are now

𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 — “‘tsumu. try these new positions. they’re really good for your thighs.” you called your husband to join you in the living room, where you had a mat laid out on the ground. the mat was a recent addition, trying to make this prank seem more realistic. giving your husband a taste of what you go through is an investment. atsumu comes in, fluffy rabbit slippers and a glass of milk in hand, “what’s this?” “yoga. come, come.” he eyed you suspiciously, but placed down his drink. grinning at his willingness, you made him lay on his back. “okay, now bring your legs up.” you held your phone — convincing him that you were only filming him so that he could see his “form”. “now spread them wide.” “like this?” “yes! now hook your hands around the back of your knees and pull. do you feel the strain?” “kinda.” watching him fold himself made you giggle. all the times he said you looked pretty posed like that, he’s looking drop dead gorgeous right now. he noticed you snickering. “how’s my ass?” “plump, sexy, and smackable.” to which you landed a juicy slap on his right cheek.

𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 — “wait. so like this?” you saw a video of girlfriends putting their boyfriends in yoga positions and wanted to try it out on your lovely husband. when you presented the idea, bokuto was excited, eager to try something new with you. what’s a better position for a hyper puppy than doggy? he was quick to follow your instructions, dropping to his hands and knees. you told him it was to help him stretch his lower stomach muscles. “now tilt your head back, yes! yes. like that.” he had his back arched and was almost able to take a peek at you behind him. but he couldn’t see what you were going to do next. wedging yourself in between his calves, you gripped the sides of his hips. “you look pretty like this, bo.” inching yourself closer to him, you placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 — do you know how hard it was to try and convince your shit stain of a husband to get up, let alone exercise? “rin, please.” elongating the last syllable to show your desperation. “i swear it’ll be good for your crusty ass legs.” “crusty?” he said, fauxing shock, “i dare you to call them that again. show me the stupid move.” relishing in your victory, you watched as he walked up to you, determined to prove your insult wrong. “‘kay so. pretend you’re squatting. yes, like that and then you want to gently bounce up and down, but keep your feet flat on the ground.” you snickered at the sight of your husband doing little bobs on air. “look now you can tone that flat ass of yours too.” he narrowed his eyes at your giggle. “it’s almost as if you’re riding a dick.” and the realization flashing through his eyes.

𝐓.𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 — it was late at night when you decided to try this on your husband. prying him away from his work, stripping him of his work clothes, and giving him a comfy outfit to lounge in, you told kuroo that this position would help with stress. “i just… lie on my side?” “well, yes. that’s the first step. you have to lift this leg up.” you gave a little pat on the leg facing up. “now stretch it up high. use your hand to pull it higher. yeah, just like that.” you laughed, watching your inflexible husband try to make a right-angle in his crotch. “this is so good for digestion, and your legs will be so hot.” but now you were just talking out of your ass, trying to hype him up while taking as many photos as you could. he may be struggling now, but at least he doesn’t have a dick ramming into him.

© riintarro 2021. do not repost/copy, alter, or share any of my works onto any other platforms.

[tetsurouskuro]

The Equipment Room

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: college!au, smut, swearing, daddy kink

word count: 3,014

a/n: i followed the stream and started watching haikyuu!! and here i am, writing kink for yet another fandom asdfghjkl! i’m not happy with this but i hope you’ll enjoy it! <3

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Kuroo loved volleyball. He loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he played. The way he saved the ball or when he scored a point. He loved the way he felt when his team was winning. During his time at Nekoma he had learned a lot. Teamplaying, spikes, receives, faint attacks. When he was made captain of the Nekoma volleyball team he was honored. Of course his reaction to it was too be cocky. “Of course I became captain,” he had said with a smirk on his face. He was glad that he had Kenma with him and he couldn't have asked for a better setter.

But he also loved you. God, how he loved you. He was such a loser for you, but only you knew that. When you started your first year at Nekoma High School you'd never thought that you'd become manager for the boys volleyball team. There you'd learned how much a sport could put different people together, but also how noisy the boys there were; especially the captain of the team.

When Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the boys volleyball team started to flirt with you and give you compliments, you only brushed him off. “He's a fuckboy,” you'd thought. But when you started becoming warm with being manager and saw how he encouraged his teammates, lifting their spirits when they felt down and soon you fell in love with the “Scheming Captain” and started dating him.

He got on your nerves. His teasing was both funny and irritating. But one thing was for sure, the sex was beyond amazing. He would tease you during practice. When he knew you were horny and wanted him, he would use his shirt to wipe off his sweat instead of his towel. You'd watch him do it, seeing his abs. Your eyes would travel to his v-line and you would bite your lip. Imagining your lips around the crown of his cock. You'd squeeze your thighs together, but it would only make it worse. Kuroo knew what he was doing and you hated him, until he made you cum.

Now, Kuroo was in college and you were still stuck in high school, without him. Kuroo would come by Nekoma so he could see how his old teammates were doing and when his old squad wasn't watching he would kiss you; make out even.

Kuroo joined his college's volleyball team as soon as he had the chance and to his surprise Bokuto had chosen the same school. So here they were, in the school's gym and practicing together, Bokuto helping Kuroo with his receives.

“So, how's (y/n)?”

“Good.”

“Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good. You two had a fight?” Kuroo sighed and stood up straight. Bokuto held the ball in his hands and watched his friends face.

“No. It's just that these exams are killing me and I haven't seen her in a week. It's so frustrating since I saw her everyday in high school.”

“A week, huh. That's so sad.”

“Shut up, owl head.” The boys started laughing and suddenly the door to the gym opened and in walked... you.

“Ooooooh, it's (y/n)-chan,” Bokuto screamed out and sprinted towards you.

“Hi, Bokuto-san,” you answered back as you were tangled in a big hug by the grey and black haired boy.

“What are you doing here? Missed Tetsu?” he asked while batting his eyelashed at you. “Oi!” He then said as Bokuto felt a ball hit the back of his head.

“Sorry, the ball must've hit my hand wrong,” Kuroo answered with a smirk on his face.

“I leave you two lovebirds alone.” Bokuto said and exited the gym while rubbing his head. Kuroo could only laugh at him as you walked up to him.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Of course. The owl needs to know his place.”

“Tetsu, you don't have to call him that anymore. You're not in high school anymore and besides, you're both on the same team now.”

“He'll always be an owl to me,” you could only roll your eyes at his response. “Why are you here kitten?”

“Oh, right,” you said and started to fumble with your bag, clearly looking for something. “Here.” You handed him a bento box. “I talked with your mom and she said that you forgot to bring your dinner to practice so I thought I'd surprise you.”

“Well, I am surprised,” he took the bento box and pulled you into his embraced and kissed you. “I've missed you.”

“I've missed you too, Tetsu.” His lips were back on yours again. You opened your mouth and let his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues both dancing with each other. “Tetsu-”

“Come with me.” He grabbed your hand, his hand intertwined with yours as he pulled you behind him and into the equipment room. Letting you go so he could close the sliding doors.

“Tetsu, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing?” He answered, his gaze locked on you. A smirk plastered on his face.

“Tetsurou, stop. What if someone comes in?”

“Well, then you have to be quiet baby girl, can you do that for daddy?” God. This killed you. You were both scared and hella excited. The two of you haven't seen each other in a week so the sexual tension was sure to be high. You just didn't expect it to happen here.

The both of you had a daddy kink. You had somehow during intercourse moaned out daddy and if Kuroo didn't know know he could get any harder; he did now. Ever since then he had also started calling you “baby girl” when you were alone. It was only a nickname meant for you when the both of you were alone in the bedroom or wherever he chose to take you.

Kuroo placed the bento box you had given him on a shelf near the door while still having eye contact with you. His gaze never left even when he walked towards you. Now, in front of you stood a tall 6'2 man who you adored. Loved.

“Kuroo I don't think-”

“You don't have to think. Just feel,” god, it was hopeless arguing with the man but you didn't want to do it there because soon his teammates were gonna be on the outside, even though the thought excited you.

His hand touched your chin, lifting it up so you could look at him. He then bent down and kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His hands on your hips pulled you even closer to him so you could feel his bulge poking you through his shorts.

“Baby girl, I'm so hard for you,” Kuroo speaks as his lips travel to your neck. You tilt your head to the side to make it easier for him. You want him to stop, but also you didn't.

Kuroo turns your body 180 degrees so your back is pressed against your front, his hard on poking at your lower back. He starts to grind his pelvis against your ass, making his already hard cock grow even bigger. You moan out softly because god, do you want him.

“Hmm? What was that?” He asks as his hands that were on your hips starts to slowly caress your ass, squeezing each butt cheek and then slapping your right one. “You like that, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy.” His left hand squeezes your left breast as his right starts to unbutton those skin tight jeans you chose to wear. Not that Kuroo didn't mind, quite the opposite; he loved them. The way they made that sweet ass of yours look tight and “smackable” as Kuroo had said eveytime you had them on, but now when he wanted them off of you, he hated them.

Once Kuroo managed to unbutton your pants he drags them with both of his hands down your legs, your panties following suit and pushes your back slightly forward so you have no choice but to grab hold onto the plinth that's in front of you.

“Kuroo, what if someone-” slap! A hand against your ass making you flinch and moan at the same time.

“It's daddy for you baby girl and don't worry. No one will come in here.” His left arm slowly caresses its way up until he reaches your front and drags your bra upwards, making your tits spring free. He starts to work his fingers on your sensitive nipple, making you moan out at the sensation.

Suddenly, his fingers are rubbing your slit, lubricating you all over. You hadn't noticed you'd even gotten this wet.

“Does this excite you, baby girl? The fact that anyone from my team can come in and hear you? See you?” His fingers continue to rub your heat, teasing you.

“Daddy, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Please-” he thrusts two fingers into your cunt, taking you by surprise. Your walls cramping around his fingers. Your hands grip the plinth harder and you try to suppress your moans, but in vain. You let a few slip out at the sensation. The way his fingers thrust into your tight heat and his other hand playing with your erect nipple makes everything feel so good.

Suddenly, voices could be heard from the outside, making you go stiff but Kuroo's fingers didn't stop. They kept going in and out of you, thrusting so pleasurably that you can't help but moan out, his name falling for your lips.

“If you don't keep it down we'll get busted and you don't want that right, baby girl.” The hand the had on your breast leaves only to be placed on your abdomen and travel down to your sensetive bud and start doing small motions.

“F-ffuuck,” a loud moan slips out from your mouth. His fingers curling upwards inside your cunt, hitting your g spot perfectly.

“Do you want them to hear us? Is that it baby girl?” His voice rough aganist your ear. His lips leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck.

“No, daddy.” The building sensation you recognize so often, every time you're with Kuroo in fact. “I'm close. God, I'm so close.”

“Yeah?” and he withdraws his fingers from your cunt. The empty feeling of missing his figers inside you has you a whimpering mess.

“Turn around.” Turning around to face him you see that he has pulled down his shorts and breifs. His shirt on the floor beside your feet.

“On your knees and show daddy what a good girl you are and suck my cock.” His right hand is fisting his length and slowly jerking it up and down. A pool of pre cum can be seen on the crown of his cock.

Getting on your knees on the floor you start to grab his cock with your hand but his hand stops yours before you can even grab it.

“No hands, baby girl.” Instead you look up at him, both of your gaze locking onto each other as you slowly open your mouth. His left hand grabs your chin, his thumb on your lip as he slowly psuhes his cock inside your mouth. Your lips close around the head of his cock, the taste of his pre cum slowly filling your taste buds.

“Fuck yes, baby girl.” He groans out and you pull him deeper inside inside your mouth, his cock hitting  the back of your throat. Kuroo lets out a soft groan and grabs a hold of your hair. You then start to bob your head up and down his length, taking him as far as you can.

“Just like that. Fuck, yes. You suck me so good, baby girl.” You keep on bobbing your head, going in an even space as you take him in. His cock keps on twitching every now and then. His hand on your hair keeps getting tighter and soon enough he pulls you away with your hair. Both of his arms grabs you under your armpits and pulls you up, all of your weight and sets your ass on the plinth. The head of his cock rubs your slit, lubricating your labia.

“Tetsu. Kuroo. Daddy. Please.”

“Please what baby girl? Tell me what you want?”

“I want you.”

“No. Tell me what you really want.”

“I want your cock. Please daddy.”

“Of course baby girl,” and he slowly thrusts his cock inside your cunt. Out. In. Out. In. Giving you no time to get used to his size. His size always impressed you. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls, feeling all of his 9 inches inside you.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders you pull him close to you, only for you to bite down on his shoulder to suppress your moans. His own hands on your hips, keeping them in place as he fucks you.

While Kuroo keps on thrusting into you, the voices outside kept getting louder and louder. Balls hitting the floor. Laughter could be heard every now and then. You were scared. You didn't want anyone to find you but you didn't want Kuroo to stop. That would be stupid because his cock kept hitting your g spot and god how you wanted to cum. You felt that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach building up faster and faster.

“You want to cum, baby girl? You want to cum on my cock huh?” Even without looking at him you could tell that he had a cocky smirk on his face. You could only whimper as a respons to his question. Your wettness was making it easy for him to work you up, the sensation that you're very familiar with returning to you as your teeth bite into his shoulder harder.

“C-close,” you mumble out onto his shoulder, your teeth dug deep into his flesh.

“Cum. I want you to cum, (y/n). I want you to cum all over my cock. Cum all over daddy's cock, baby girl.”

“T-Tetsurou!” Letting go, you cum all over his cock. Your juices covering all of him, making it even easier for him to slide in and out of you. Squelching sounds could be heard as he kept on fucking you.

“The way you tighten around my cock when you cum is fucking amazing,” Kuroo states as his hips keep on pouncing into yours, him nearing his own release. Whenever he's close, his thrusts become sloppier and he wants to cum so badly. He wants to fill up your cunt with his seed.

“I'm gonna fill that cunt of yours with my all my cum, baby girl.”

“Daddy. Please. Fill me.”

“Fuuuck... (y/n)!” His hips stills as his cock jerks inside of you. His legs trembling at his release. Your own legs trembling still after you had your own release a couple of minutes ago. His hands move from your hips to your thighs, holding them for you.

You pull your head away from his shoulder, seeing the bite mark on his shoulder. The redness around it makes you worry. Looking up at him, you're ready to apologize but he reads your expression and knows exactly what you're thinking.

“Don't. I like it. It'll remind me of you at practise later,” a smug smile on his face.

“I can't believe you just did that, Tetsu...”

“Hmm, well I liked it, didn't you?”

“What... I... O-Of course I did,” a blush appearing on your face.

“Thought so.” Kuroo pulls away from you, your soggy heat missing the feeling of him.

“Oh and babe? Don't shower when you get home. I'm not finished with you yet.” He winks at you and you can only blush even more, pressing your thighs together trying to stop the tingling feeling between your legs.

Kuroo pulls on his breifs and shorts and throws on the t-shirt that he discarded earlier. You're busy yourself trying to pull on your own clothes. You can feel his semen slowly coming out of you making you feel embarrassed and horny at the same time.

“Where's Kuroo? We're supposed to be go jogging now”

“Well (y/n) came by earlier, maybe he walked her to the parking lot. Let's go and see if he's there.” The voices faded away from you and Kuroo and the feeling of breathing normally returned to you.

“Looks like the coast is clear.” His voice speaks softly at you.

“I can't believe you Tetsu... someone could've walked in on us you know.” You had your arms crossed over your chest, a sour pout on your lips as you tried to look pissed at him.

“Yes. I know. That's what makes is so exciting with public sex. The feeling of someone could bust us but at the same time thrilling.” He only smiled at you while placing his hands on his hips.

Walking up to him you sighed at him. You loved this man so much, but sometimes he could test your patience and you wonder how you let him do these things to you. Not that you really mind.

“Well. I need to go and you need to jog.” You placed your palms on his chest and his arms went around your shoulders.

“Not that I need it. I've already had my warm up,” rolling your eyes at his comment you act as is he just hadn't said it.

“See you later?”

“Yes. I'm not done with fucking your brains out kitten.”

“KUROO!”

“What? It's true,” laughing at you, the way he closes his eyes and his teeth warming smile you could only smile back, cause you wouldn't want it any other way with Kuroo Tetsurou.

[lancermylove]

I Love You The Way You Are (HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: All x fem!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: Potato

Prompt: How would the BSTS boys react to finding out MC has insecurities about something with her body (i.e breast size, height, weight, waist size, butt size, etc.)? - Potato

A/N: I think all of us can relate to this in one way or another. Hopefully this hc bring comfort to the readers! Remember that you are beautiful no matter what. 😘

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Kei noticed you were behaving oddly around him and also knew you were keeping something from him. 

Then he overheard you talking to someone on the phone and saying "I don't feel like I'm good enough for him. He's incredible in every way possible; a great singer, a flawless dancer, a talented actor, sexy, well-built, rich...and on top of that, a well-known celebrity. He should be dating someone just as amazing as him..."

The corners of his lips turned down as Kei curled his fists. He was angry at you for saying such a negative thing about yourself. Wasn't good enough? Do you know what you mean to him? 

He walked into the room and wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind, "Not good enough? Is that what you think?"

His voice was heavy and drawn, "You are right, I could date anyone I want. Even if I had a chance to date someone else, I would still choose you. Stop being so hard on yourself...I love you just the way you are." 

Sotetsu saw you struggling to walk in high heels and heard you mumbling about how uncomfortable it is. 

"Then why are you wearing them?" He chuckled. 

"I'm short, and I hate being short..." 

He would've brushed your words as whining had it not been for the tears in your eyes. 

"You are insecure about your height? Why? I like you being short...it makes you a whole lot cuter, especially when you are around me." 

"You're just saying that..."

"I am not," he laughed, "but you want to know the best part about you being short?" 

Sotetsu lifted you by the waist and held you above him, ignoring your squeals and protests to put you down. "I have fun picking you up and carrying you around." 

Ginsei stared at you in shock when he heard you complaining about your nose. "Why don't you like your nose? I don't see anything wrong with it." 

"It's not cute enough..." 

"Did someone say something to you? If they did, then please ignore their words. Your nose is great as it is. I know I don't have the right to say this since I've my share of insecurities as well, but believe me when I saw you are beautiful." 

Ginsei smiled and pinched your nose between his thumb and index finger.

"You...think your fingers are chubby?" Gui mumbled as he pondered over your words. "You don't like them?"

"No, my fingers look unattractive, so..."

He stared at your arms in confusion, "I don't see anything wrong with them."

"Gui, men like a woman with skinny fingers an-"

He interrupted you while shaking his head, "That's not true...I don't see anything wrong with your fingers." 

"But, Gui..." 

"I like you. The size of your fingers doesn't matter to me..."

Yoshino noticed that you were only wearing open skirts and wondered why. When you told him you thought your thighs were too big, he was at a loss. 

"But, (y/n), I l-like your thighs. You look good in everything you wear." 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." You didn't believe his words, but Yoshino was determined to make you see the truth. 

"I really like to rest my head on your l-lap...your thighs are comfortable, a-and I like to stroke them," he smiled and took hold of your hands. "Please believe me. You are perfect the way you are!"

"Why have you been acting weird the past few days?" Kokuyou asked as he took a seat next to you and pulled out his cigarettes. 

"Have I been acting weird?" You asked innocently. 

He stared at you before roughly saying, "Drop the act and answer my question." 

Averting your eyes, you told him the truth in a quiet voice. "Why do you like me, Kokuyou? I'm not pretty enough to be with someone like you." 

He furrowed his eyebrows and growled, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is there a meter somewhere that measures the beauty levels of a woman? Did someone say something to you? Tell me who." 

You could sense an air of hostility about him, "N-No...I just t-think..."

"I don't care what you think about this. Stop criticizing yourself and stop listening to dumbasses." Kokuyou grew quiet for a second and exhaled loudly, "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't be with you. You...are beautiful." 

Akira stopped walking and looked at you blankly. "You..what?" 

"I don't like the size of my butt," you mumbled under your breath, not wanting the people nearby to hear. 

"Cutie, I don't know why you don't like it, but if you're followin' some weird trend or listening to other people, then stop," Akira said while ruffling your hair. 

"But look at it..." 

"I am looking at it and don't see anything wrong with it. Listen, the size of your butt doesn't matter...besides, small butts look cute, and big butts are smackable," he laughed. 

"Are you alright?" Sin questioned as he took a seat next to you in the office. 

You debated whether or not to tell him the thought on your mind and eventually decided to come clean. "No..."

"Why?"

"I...I see these women with perfect legs and no cellulite...it's so unfair. I can't wear shorts, skirts, or dresses without worrying about the cellulite showing," you muttered with your head lowered. 

"There is no point worrying about such trivial matters. It's a way of life, and if someone dislikes you simply for your cellulite, the person does not deserve your attention."

"And you...what you do you think about it?" 

Sin chuckled, "I think you are worrying too much. You are beautiful just the way you are." 

Taiga noticed you staring in the mirror and touching various parts of your face with a frown. He walked in curiously and asked what you were doing. 

"N-Nothing...I..."

"That didn't look like nothing," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "You don't look okay either." 

"Why do I look like this? Why...can't I look a little cuter? I mean look at those women that look like flawless dolls."

"You..want to look like a doll? Why?" Taiga was stunned by your reply, "H-Hey, you're telling a gamer you want to look like a doll...have you ever played a horror game? Dolls are the last things any gamer wants to see. Man, I'm terrified of dolls..."

His unexpected response made you laugh and seeing your mood change, Taiga smiled. "I like this you."

When Takami heard that you were insecure about your skin color, he was speechless. "Why...?" 

You didn't reply to him; instead, you lowered your eyes and fought back your tears. 

"I...I can see why. The media, society, people spouting nonsense...," he gave a small smile and cupped your cheeks, "(y/n), all skin colors are beautiful. The color of skin doesn't determine how beautiful you are nor does it say anything about your skills, intelligence, background..." 

"But..."

"Listen, your skin color makes you unique. I mean imagine a world where all of us had the same skin color, same eyes, nose, and mouth. Frankly, that sounds like something straight out of a horror movie." 

His words made you giggle. Takami wiped your tears and added, "I love your skin as it is. You are perfect as you are, and I hope you can see that too." 

"Rindou, what do you think about my lips?" 

"Why do you ask?" He was surprised to hear such an arbitrary question. 

"I...hate my lips. Women with plump lips are so lucky." 

Rindou cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes, "Your lips are cute and give you a delicate, feminine look. Women don't need plump lips to look pretty. Don't think less of yourself I like your lips as they are."  

"You...don't like your glasses?" Sinju asked, tilting his head to one side. "Why though?" 

"I...just don't like them," you said not wanting to give him a full-fledged explanation. 

"But your glasses make you look a hundred times cuter," Sinju flashed you a radiant smile. "Are...you worried about getting categorized as a dork, nerd, geek, and all that?" 

You didn't give him a reply, but Sinju continued, "You know people nowadays wear glasses as a fashion statement. Doesn't that mean glasses are fashionable?" 

Maica stared at your feet silently for a while before looking back at your face. "Your point is?" 

"My feet are so big...it bothers me and -"

He interrupted you with a raised eyebrow, "The size of your foot doesn't matter. Some people have small feet, others have large feet. If anyone points out the size of your foot, know that they're insecure about their appearance and are trying to feel better about themselves by pointing out "flaws" in other people." 

Maica brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “I could care less about you. I love you for who you are, not your shoe size.” 

"You have not been eating properly." 

You looked at Menou confused, not knowing if he was stating the fact or questioning you. 

"Why? Are you not feeling well?" 

"I...want to lose weight. My stomach is chubby, and I don't like it." 

"Why not?" Menou stifling a yawn and stretched his arms, "I like your chubby stomach. It makes a good pillow...actually, I like sleeping on your stomach more than on a pillow." 

"Hair color? What issue do you have with your hair color?" 

Yakou was at a loss and couldn't understand what your hair color had to do with your beauty. 

"Great...is social media trying to play with your mind? Don't listen to those people," he sighed and cupped your cheeks. "I like your hair color, and it has nothing to do with you as a person or your beauty. Hair color is determined by a pigment called melanin...and people who think otherwise are too stupid to understand." 

Seeing you hesitate, Yakou stroked your cheek and whispered, "If you are still uncomfortable with your hair color, then I can help you dye your hair. Though, I would prefer you didn't." 

Mokuren poked your upper arm and shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with your arm." 

"It's so flabby though...," you complained. 

Team C's leader gave you a puzzled look, "The size of your arms doesn't decide who you are or how beautiful you look. Don't be insecure about such a trivial thing. You need to tell yourself daily that you're beautiful." 

Mokuren pressed a kiss on the back of your hand, "Princess, you truly are breathtaking...every part of you is beautiful." 

"Dear, is there a reason why you're wearing a heavy layer of foundation? Did something happen?" 

You were taken aback by Qu's question, but you should've expected this; being a makeup lover, he would notice right away. 

"I...I wanted to hide my freckles," you admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed, "I...don't l-like them." 

"Why?" Qu couldn't believe his ears. "Your freckles are cute, and they remind me of stars." 

He stepped in front of you and delicately touched your cheeks, "People wish to touch stars, but I am one of the lucky few who can touch them right here." 

Kasumi frowned slightly, "Why don't you like your waistline?"

"It's not perfect."

"Please don't be so conscious about your waistline; otherwise, who is going to share donuts with me?" 

His comment made you chuckle, "Kasumi..."

He smiled widely and pinched your cheek, "If you still don't feel comfortable with your waistline, then I can help you exercise. So let's eat some donuts, then go exercise, and then eat donuts, and exercise again." 

Hari noticed you tugging at your jacket sleeves again and couldn't resist the urge to ask, "Is something the matter?"

"N-Nothing..."

Even though you tried to brush off his concerns, he studied you for a moment and asked, "Are you insecure about the hair on your body?" 

You darted your eyes towards him in shock, wondering how he figured it out. 

"Did someone say something to you? If so, that person or people need to return to school and pay more attention in their biology class," he frowned, "Every person had hair follicles, so it's natural for hair to grow on their body. It's nothing to be insecure about."

"What does that even mean?" Zakuro chuckled. 

"My eyes are not big enough!" You repeated your words and pouted. 

"Oya Oya, why would you waste your precious time thinking about that? Women really do worry about the smallest things." 

He tilted your chin and looked deep into your eyes, "Your eyes are alluring. When you smile, they sparkle like the stars; when you're sad, they look like glass beads. Your eyes are one of your most attractive features."  

You and Mizuki were sitting in the Starless staff room when you asked out of the blue, "Mizuki, do you think my shoulders are broad?" 

"Why would ya care about somethin' like that? No, I don't see anythin' wrong with 'em," he mumbled and waited for you to explain the reason behind your question. 

"I...think my shoulders are too broad..." 

"Baka!" He yelled close your ear, making you wince. "You look good as you are, and if anyone says you don't, then I will kick 'em for ya." 

Kongou walked into the locker room and stopped in his tracks when he saw you examining your hips in the mirror. "(Y/N)?" 

"O-Oh, Kongou...h-hi," you forced a smile. 

"What's wrong? You look upset." 

Your lips drew into a straight line as you explained your hatred for your large hips. 

"But I like your hips," he smiled, "the way they move when you walk, the curvy shape when you wear jeans...it's really attractive."

A light red spread across his cheeks, "I also like the way they feel when you're close to me." 

Ran looked at you blankly, not understanding why you were complaining about your height. "What's wrong with being tall?"

"I tower over everyone...and I feel like a giant," you exhaled loudly.

"But women wear heels or get surgery to look tall, so shouldn't you be happy that you're naturally tall? Besides, I like ya being tall, and I really like your long legs!" He exclaimed with a wide grin. 

Heath was going through your photos when he took note of something. “(Y/N), why do you always make the same double peace sign pose?" 

"That way my jawline has a V-shape. I wish I naturally had a V-shape jawline...I would look more feminine and cuter." 

Heath glanced at you confused. "I don't understand why you would say that. All jawlines are beautiful in their own way. Also, a person's jawline doesn't determine how beautiful they look." 

His words caught you by surprise and all you could do was wordlessly stare at him.

"Don't listen to what society, media, or people say. I think your jawline is great, and you're very pretty." 

Rico was irritated by your words and wanted to give you an earful but chose to only say, "Who cares about that? But if you're insecure about the size of your breast then wear a bra according. After all, aren't there all types of bras that can either make breasts look bigger or slightly smaller?" 

"But Rico..."

"Stop worrying about these useless things. If any girl tells you you're too small or too big, then just tell them to mind their own business," he paused for a moment and frowned. "And if any guy says that to you, then tell me. I will teach him a lesson for staring at your chest." 

Unei saw you staring in the mirror, covering your cheeks, and sighing heavily. He asked you what was wrong and why you looked so upset.

"I...I don't like my chubby face."

Unei blinked rapidly, then burrowed his brows in confusion. "Why would you say that? I...like your face."

"You do?"

Unei smiled sweetly and nodded, "You look cute with chubby cheeks, and I...like pinching your cheeks. So, please don't criticize your c-cute face."

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[serahsanguine]

Vacation Series Pt. 2. Halloween Surprises Ch, 4

This is the second book in a two-part series

Book one. - pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

Book Two. - pt. 1, pt, 2, pt. 3, 

All chapters can be found Here on Ao3

This Chapter Rating; NC-17 NSFW

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @baronessblixen @today-in-fic

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Chapter 4; Day Four - Vanity Fair

Mulder woke up and felt the cold sweat of Scully’s skin as he rolled her over slightly and nuzzled his nose into her strawberry smelling hair. Whispering reassurances over and over again tell her he loved her, that they were safe. She opened her eyes adjusting to the darkness she could tell she had been crying and she clung to Mulder’s body. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, care to tell me about it?”

“I will but not now, I'm going to grab a glass of water.”

“Ok,” he said simply not wanting to push the matter and make it worse.

“I’ll be quick I promise, the fires nearly out and the room is quite chilly” she leaned back over to him her finger gracefully touching his cheek “I’m ok I promise”

He smiled weakly and watched her wander to the bathroom. She switched the light on and grabbed the glass she kept by the sink and ran the water cold before filling it and taking a sip.  

It didn’t agree with her and everything she had eaten the day before all came up and into the toilet bowl. Mulder was up in a flash and by her side for support. His hand grabbing her hair to keep it out of her face and his other hand rubbing her back. He helped soothe her as best he good but he felt useless.

5 minutes passed and everything that was coming up was out and now all that was left was her dry heaving into the bowl. She sat on the cool tile floor and Mulder had grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cool water to apply to her head and neck. 

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked concerned.

“No, but I think that’s it for now,” she replied solemnly.

“What happened?"

“The bowling alleys hotdog disagreed with me,” she said trying to calm her breathing down and trying no to throw up her stomach acid. 

“You did say you didn’t think it tasted right,” he said in confirmation. 

She nodded and rung the washcloth out and ran it under the tap before replacing it to her skin. “That'll teach me to listen to your advice and eat junk food.”

“This is not my fault,” he said defensively and looked away at the floor.

She smiled and locked her fingers with his, he looked up into her face and smiled back and realized she was teasing him.

“Nice to see you're making jokes, are you ready to go back to bed?”

“Yes, I think so.” 

Scully stood up and went to walk out of the bedroom but Mulder scooped her up under the legs and carried her to bed. 

“I can walk you know,” she said laughing.

“I know but I felt chivalrous,” he replied smiling back down at her. 

He wrapped the blanket around her skin and she was asleep instantly, it was a little while before he fell back to sleep making sure she had everything from a sick bucket a fresh cup of water. He was worried for her and hoped she was up for tomorrow as he knew she was really looking forward to the vanity fair.

//

Both Mulder and Scully had been awake for several hours now dealing with some of the preparations for tomorrow's Halloween party. 

The Lone Gunman had gone way overboard on the pumpkins, buying 25 of them to be exact, all of them needed to be scooped and cleaned with the inside of the pumpkin put in a bowl to make pies for tomorrow.  Mulder and Scully were sat by the kitchen island, Scully’s hair was tied back in a low ponytail keeping the pumpkin from attaching itself to her hair. She was wearing a low cut vest top with a cardigan buttoned up, her jeans covered buy an apron, she was cleaning out her second pumpkin. Mulder was wearing black joggers and a grey tank top also cleaning out his second pumpkin. All of them agreed to do 5 pumpkins each and once cleaned they would get to do a different design on each one.

Mulder watched as Scully was finishing up, he just stared and watched for awhile he knew she was still feeling quite ill from yesterday but was putting on a brave face as they sat trying not to let on. But when you look deeper she was aglow her skin porcelain and freckled but her cheeks were red from the fire and warmth of the house. Loose curled hair framed her beautiful face her eyes downcast at the task at hand. Her nose is small and quaint, her lips pink luscious and kissable but they were covered by the tip of her tongue just darting out from between her lips. He smiled because she didn’t know she did this, and she only did it when she was concentrating he never brought it up in case it made her self conscious and she would stop. 

She looked up and caught him staring at her and instantly she blushed it didn’t matter whether they were in a relationship or not whenever he looked at her like that it sent her into little schoolgirl crush mode. 

They got through the rest of the pumpkins creating creepy ghosts, ghoulies, monsters and cats, even carving an X into the largest one they had between them. 

Mulder placed a tea light in his last pumpkin and held it up next to him, he had carved a face with a large smile into it.  

“Scully, You light me up,” he held up the lit pumpkin and then looked at her with a cheeky smile on his face.

She looked at him and smiled and then proceeded to laugh at his awful pun.

“How long have you been holding that one in?”

“Since we started. ”

“You’re incorrigible” she carried on laughing. She managed to calm herself down some minutes later and watched him as he scooped some of the ‘guts’ of the pumpkin into his hand.

“Don’t you dare Mulder.”

She watched as if in slow motion he pulled his hand back and threw the pumpkin insides at her. His evil smirk said everything she needed to know as she picked up some of her insides and threw it back at him. 

“Do you really want this to turn this into a food fight, Scully?

“You started it, Mister.”

They threw pumpkin back and forth until the whole kitchen was covered in orange blobs and seeds he had definitely achieved his goal of helping to cheer her up and not think about how awful she felt.  

“Thank you,” she said quietly. 

“Anytime, but we need to get this place cleaned up before the boys get home.”

She looked around at the room and sighed their little bit of fun had caused so much chaos. 

“Ok, I will get the mop and you get the broom.”

Mulder followed Scully to the cleaning closet, she grabbed the mop and he grabbed a Halloween broom. 

He looked at Scully, witches broom in hand “Stick with me.” 

She rolled her eyes and he watched her laugh as she walked back into the kitchen. He put the decorative item down and grabbed the real thing and proceeded to help her clean up the mess they had created. 

//

That Following Night.   

Scully was still under the weather and feeling sick but was miles better then she was feeling the night before. She was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit. She wore a red dress that came up just above her knees, black tights and red pumps. Her hair was down and curly around her face, her face with just a small touch of makeup. Her gold cross sitting firmly in the middle of her neck. 

She walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs finding Mulder staring at her from his seat in the living room. His face in awe of her beauty. 

“Mulder close your jaw, you’re catching flies.”

“I… ugh… Wow”

She blushed profusely. But quickly turned it around back on him. She raked her eyes down on his form, his Jean's were dark and acid washed and they curved his ass perfectly, she remembered the first time he wore them, his ass looked smackable. At least this time she could actually touch him. His attire above the waste consisted of a grey t-shirt paired with a black leather jacket. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mulder,” now it was Mulder's turn to blush. Scully slipped on her black trench coat and hooked her arm inside Mulders and they walked into town towards the vanity fair. 

10 minutes later they arrived, it was beautifully decorated, there were streamers full of ghosts and cobwebs everywhere complete with freaky looking spiders. Chinese lanterns with amazingly drawn mythical creatures hung from above and they had pumpkins of every variety placed all over. What really surprised them both is they even had characters from Mulder’s new favourite movie ‘A Nightmare Before Christmas’ with people dressed up as Oogie Boogie and Jack Skeleton, even children adorned costumes as Lock, Shock and Barrel. 

“Mulder, can we go over there first?”

Mulder followed Scully gaze as she pointed towards the shooting stall. He smiled. 

“Only if you think you can beat me, Scully.”

“Is that a challenge Mulder?” she said emphasized his name, he simply nodded in return “You’re on” and off they walked towards the shooting stand. 

The stands colours were bright orange and yellow, exactly what you would normally find at a funfair. But instead of shooting a family of plastic ducks you were shooting a family of pumpkins. 

“You being a hot shot can go first.”

“Thank you,” he was feeling cocky and she could tell she as she watched him line up with the plastic cork gun in hand he shot them hitting ten out of 13 targets.

“Not bad Mulder.”

“Your turn Scully but that is hard to beat.”

“We shall see,” she thought she walked to the stand picking up the loaded cork gun taking the right stance she aimed the gun and fired hitting every pumpkin and not missing one. 

“Wow Miss, that was brilliant” Scully beamed a full toothy grin at the stall, “Which large plush would you like?”

“That one please” she pointed at the rather large grey alien hanging from the ceiling. 

“Here you go, Miss.”

“Thank you,” she took the large plush toy from the elderly man, said her goodbyes and they left to find another attraction.  

They found the candy floss stall and Mulder ordered them both a cone each. 

“I have a sugar crush on you,” he said sweetly.

“Oh brother,” as she rolled her eyes and in search for a small bench to eat and talk away from the crowds. 

“Here you go, Mulder, this is for you,” she said handing him the grey plush toy.

“I.. Don’t know what to say, Scully. You didn’t have to give me this you won it fair and square.”

“I may have, but It's not that I had to give it to you it, I wanted too. Just say thank you, Scully, and give me a kiss. ”

“Thank you, Scully.”

He leaned forward brushing his lips against hers and the fireworks of passion ignited there, he pulled away but not before she pulled him back again, her tongue probing inside his mouth tasting cotton candy and mulled wine.

“Mmm, You taste good Mulder.”

He pulled away his cheeks red and a boyish grin upon his face. 

“How about the House of Horrors next?”

“Is that the one with all the mirrors?” he opened his mouth to reply but she carried on talking not letting him say a word. “Because if it is the answer is definitely no. We have been there and done that, never again.”

“Ok, so that’s out the picture, how about the haunted house?

“Really?” she raised her eyebrow in scepticism. 

“Yeah, come on Scully it will be fun.”

“Fine why not.”

They soon finished their cotton candy and went to the haunted house. Stepping inside to complete darkness, Mulder went first in protection. Scully laughed making a comment that plastic does not kill anyone. They walked the corridors as plastic mannequins decorated with fake blood jumped out of nowhere. Vampires, jumping spiders also popped up, Scully could not help but laugh as every time something made Mulder jump he screamed like a girl and then pretended to be all macho and act as if nothing happened. Finally, they got to the end and it was straight on the ghost train which was full of mostly the same stuff but with added fog, mist and neon lights. Scully took the opportunity to snuggle into Mulder's side while they went around the track. He was warm and smelled like Paco Rabanne and her Paris perfume, it was a gentle mix but one that certainly suits them both. 

Their evening at the funfair came to an end and it was time to go home. They took a small stroll along the beach watching the moon reflect on the calm ocean. They arrived home and noticed the Lone Gunman had kept the fire going in the living room for them so the house wasn't as brisk as the outside. They took off their coats and both wandered upstairs, Scully slipping her pumps off along the way and depositing the rest of her clothes in the bedroom, she slipped into her cotton full-length pyjamas before sliding in between the sheets. She watched as Mulder unclothed and found an old t-shirt to lay in bed with making sure to grab the book before getting comfortable. They would both forgo their nightly routine, they were much too tired.

With Mulder propped up with pillows behind his back and Scully laying on the side of his body with her face and head in his chest. He began to read. 

“On the brink of what was once known as ‘The River Hill’ at the east of Main Street in Williamston, there formerly stood an old hotel building. Owned and operated by the Edward Yellowy family in the early and middle 1800’s, the hotel was frequented by captain and sailors. From barges and ships while they were docked at the Roanoke River wharf just below ‘The River Hill.’

He looked down to find she was still awake her eyes were drooping but she was listening intently. 

“Incidentally, one of Edward Yellowlys' sons, Edward C. Yellowly, practised law in Greenville and was one of the principles in what was said to be among the last duels fought in North Carolina. The duel took place at the Virginia-North Carolina state line along the Dismal Swamp canal in October 1947, and Yellowly’s opponent, C.F. Harries, another Greenville lawyer, was killed in the encounter. 

“Returning to the old hotel, it had a handsome mahogany stairway and a large balcony covering the entire front. The front veranda was elevated so that the carriages could drive under it. It’s said that a misunderstanding developed between a honeymooning couple staying at the hotel and the young bride leapt off the balcony to her death it was the reason that the place developed a reputation for being ‘Haunted’.”

He stopped and listened to her calm breathing and soft snore he carried on reading to make sure she was completely asleep before putting the book down, that and he hated leaving a story not finished. 

“The hotel was finally abandoned, but an ancient piano was left in it. Some of the neighbourhood children in the old days would go into the abandoned structure and play the piano. There were also rumours that musical sounds could be heard in the building when no one was around. Some thought the music was played without human hands, and an examination would show that there was undisturbed dust on the keys of the piano. When this writer was a child, all children were afraid to go into this old hotel or even pass by the place when alone. It was widely known among the children as ‘The Haunted Hotel’.”

Mulder leaned over to his side of the bed and placed the book down softly, Scully was still asleep on his chest and he fell asleep along with her. 

[broke-n-bitchy]

Wicked Dreams

Part Three

Nikki Sixx / OC 

http://broke-n-bitchy.tumblr.com/post/184255512272/wicked-dreams Part One 

http://broke-n-bitchy.tumblr.com/post/184267030842/wicked-dreams Part Two

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Part Three

Warnings: Drinking, drugs, alcohol, cursing, shit gets a lil steamy 

Nikki Sixx / OC

-Lucy’s POV-

It had been three weeks since that day at the studio, we kicked off the tour last weekend. But the beginning was fucking brutal, and amazing at the same time.

My band and I busted our asses every single day, fifteen hours a day, perfecting our performances until we got it right. We sounded good, but it was the pizazz that Doc was worried about. Seeming as Motley Crue always put on a show that people would always remember, their opening band had to not be absolutely boring.

None of us minded, though. We got our chance, we took it and we gave everything we had to get here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, and I have a lot of things I miss. But this? This was different. 

We’ve also been getting along extremely well with everyone, see, I grew up with my cousin and when we were in high school, he was always in trouble. There were countless moments when I had to cover for him. So, the fact that Motley Crue was insane, meant they all got along very quickly.

I, however, enjoyed my quiet time every now and then. I mean, I loved my band, they’re my brothers. My family. But I’m the only girl on this tour and I liked a little time to myself.

It was always ruined, though.

“LUUUCYYYY!” I heard screaming outside of the tour bus and I looked up from the music lyrics I was going over for a possible new song.

“What the hell?” Standing up, running outside and busting out the door, I saw my lead singer, Alex, running past me butt ass naked. Vince was behind him, also naked.

“Why are you guys’ naked!?”

“We burned them in the trash can in the lobby! The COPS ARE CHASING US! LET US IN!”

We have been stopped off at this hotel room for not even ten fucking minutes. Doc was still getting our rooms signed in and set up.

Without responding, because honestly, I had no words. I stepped back into the bus and left the door in so they could run inside.

Sitting back down, and refusing to even look up for a second, I jogged a few more things down before closing my journal and shoving it into my bag.

“Hey, give me some of that,” I mumbled as Nikki followed behind shortly with a bottle of Jack in his hand, but without giving him a chance to answer, I snagged the bottle and took a few swigs. Feeling the burning sensation flow down my throat, and sighing in relief, he snatched it back.

-Nikki’s POV-

It’s been three weeks getting to know System Insomniac, and honestly, the guy’s were pretty cool. So was Lucy, she was a pretty good musician, not to mention she was hot. But the only thing was that every night, after getting off stage, she’d grab her smokes and her booze and just go back to her hotel room.

It was weird, she never partied. Everyone else did, hell, even Doc joined us a few times. Not to mention she always looked so fucking serious and was always writing shit down, I’ve never seen her relax once.

“Get your own.” Grumbling in frustration, I took my bottle back.

“Alex drank it all.” She retorted without looking up, I wish she would. Her eyes, goddamn. For some reason, I couldn’t get them out of my fucking head and it was annoying.

“Alright, I’m going to go to my room and take a shower. See you guys later.”

We were off for the night and our show wasn’t until tomorrow, so me and the guys were about to head out and party. Which, thank god. I’m out of blow.

“Hey, wait-” Grabbing her by the wrist, she turned to face me, there they were. I lost my train of thought for a second.

“What’s up?” She questioned, and snapping out of it, “Uh, we’re all going out, even your band. Why don’t you come and join us? I promise you, it’ll be a good time.”

I know she can handle her alcohol, she always has a flask tucked in her boot or bra, if not just carrying around the bottle itself. So, why didn’t she ever just come with us?

She hadn’t answered yet but she gently moved her hand over mine and removed it from her wrist, her brows were furrowed together and her nose was slightly scrunched, I noticed it did that when she was thinking.

Lucy always had something on her mind.

“Um, sure. But I’m still going to go get changed and freshen up.” She had finally agreed. And with that, she turned around, walked off the bus and headed into the hotel. Ryder, Sami, and Tommy all stepped onto the bus to grab their bags,

“Hey man, your cousin finally agreed to go out with us,” I told Sami while stepping off of the bus myself, taking a swig out of the bottle before passing it to Tommy while they followed behind.

“I don’t know why she hasn’t been coming out with us before, she was insane in high school. Never home, on benders, hardly ever sober. Hell, she’s still hardly ever sober. She just coops herself up. Even before we got here, she partied harder than we did. I guess she’s taking the tour a little too seriously.” Sami confided in me about his younger cousin. I thought it was kind of weird how they lived together since kids, and how they’re now in a band. But then again, that might be because I don’t really have any family of my own except for my bandmates, my brother’s.

“Hm,” I couldn’t help but smirk. Lucy used to party, I knew she fuckin’ had a wild side. Maybe I can help bring it out of her tonight.

We headed to our rooms, I changed into some leather pants, a halfway buttoned-down shirt, and put some cologne on before stepping out.

The guys’ were waiting for me in the lobby and I picked my head up to see Lucy coming out as well.

She was wearing this backless tight little black dress. Goddamn. Her hair was down in curls, her little feet were actually in a pair of heels. I was teasing her the other day about how my heels were higher than hers, I didn’t think she owned a pair. She always wore sneakers or boots.

But Lucy looked fucking gorgeous, no, not just gorgeous, she was sexy. Curvy in all of the right places.

“Hey,” She smiled once she saw me, “Ready?” She asked me and I nodded at her, “Cool, let’s go.”

“You look hot,” I blurted out, I was gonna tell her she looked beautiful but my mouth had other things to say.

“Why thank you, Sixx, you don’t look so bad yourself.” She winked before walking past me and I quickly followed behind her, watching her hips sway back and forth while my eyes trailed down to what I can only describe as a smackable ass, gazing upward to the flawless, fair skin on her back and that’s when I noticed it. She had a tattoo right below her left shoulder blade. All I saw was the petals of a rose, I wonder what the rest looked like.

-Lucy’s POV- 

It had been about half an hour since we’ve gotten to the party, I didn’t know anyone here except the people I came with. It smelled like alcohol and sweat in here, music blasted throughout the place. I think we were at someone’s house? I’m not sure.

Everyone had disappeared so I don’t know where anyone is, I was standing in the kitchen, making myself another drink. Originally starting off with a few beers, it got boring, so I figured some hard liquor would help me loosen up.

There was a bottle of scotch, I couldn’t pronounce the name on it so it must’ve been expensive. Pouring some into a glass and taking a sip, “Oh my god, that’s so fucking smooth.” Finishing off the glass before just setting it down and taking the bottle, I made my way towards a different room.

“Hey, Lucy! Come do a bump with me!” I heard Tommy yell over the music, him and Nikki were settled next to each other on a couch, Tommy had his arm wrapped around some redheaded chick, and Nikki was leaning back with some brunette leaning into his ear.

Nodding, I made a Beeline over there and nestled myself between Tommy and Nikki, I’ve never snorted anything before unless you counted nasal spray.

I did party, a lot. But my extent was drinking, weed, and the occasional happy pills.

“I’ve never done blow before,” I told Tommy as he handed me the same dish I saw Nikki with on the first day I met them, even lines of blow spread across and there was a little black straw.

“I can show you,” Tommy said but I shook my head, “It’s just shit going up my nose, can’t be that hard.” I shrugged, sometimes I was too independent for my own good.

Leaning forward, I placed the straw barely in my nostril and placed the other end over the beginning of a line, snorting until I reached the end of it.

Handing the plate over to the redhead, she had her hand out for it, I waited a moment before wrinkling my nose and sneezing four times in a row. Everyone started laughing at me.

“Fuck you guys.” I flipped them off before picking up my bottle, tilting my head back as I chugged. My eyes were watering a little from the blow and this scotch was helping me feel better in every way. Plus, I think the drugs were starting to hit.

“Whoo! Thank you, Tommy,” Wrapping my arm around his lanky shoulders, I gave him a little squeeze,

“You’re welcome!” He responded, but then Nikki smacked his arm.

“You should be thanking me because I’m the one fuckin’ who fuckin’ paid for it!” Nikki told me, I turned to look at him, I didn’t deem him for a touchy-feely person unless it was with his girl for the night. But, I wrapped my arms around him anyways, “Thank you, doll.” I told him before leaning back, crossing one leg over the other. I fell quiet, taking a swig out of my bottle before Nikki snatched it from me.

He took a drink, “Shit, that’s good.”

“Fuckin’ right? I love scotch. I love scotch more than I love myself, but I checked the label, 500 dollars. That’s worth more than my car.” I randomly babbled, oh yeah, I got chatty when I was buzzing.

“Well, maybe if you’re nice to me I’ll get you another bottle later on,” Nikki said while making eye contact with me, I tilted my head to the side. I was always nice, a little sarcastic but never rude.

“I am nice,” I responded, a little confused. 

“That’s not what I meant,” His free arm snaked around my waist and tugged me closer, the brunette on his right was giving me a deathly glare. I leaned in, tilting his chin upward until my face was barely centimeters away from his. I wouldn’t deny it, Nikki was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his makeup from yesterday’s show was faded across his cheeks, his lips were taunting me, and his cologne was fucking intoxicating. My eyes trailed from his down towards his bare chest as I licked my lips before meeting his eyes with my own again, “Never going to happen, Sixx.” And with that, I shoved him back, giggling to myself.

“We’ll see about that, Lovelace.” His voice was right in my ear, whispering to me while his fingers trailed ever-so-tenderly down my back. Fuck.

“I need some fresh air,” I said quietly before getting up, making my way outside so my entire body wouldn’t feel like it was going to burst into flames.

Nikki had a different girl with him every night, I wasn’t about to be another one on the list. It was never going to happen.

Or was it?

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