#the post stress sleepy grinds

[flock-talk]

Didn’t hold a grudge 🙌 a little bit nervous if my hands loom over him but not too much. Last time I had to cut his nails was when he first came home almost a year ago so I was expecting a much more dramatic response but he’s bouncing back very well

[tinyidle]

Okay I need somebody to hop on this idea. 🙏 Hongjoong being in the studio late and you coming to visit him. The second I saw this photo I imagined his gf going to his studio and he kisses her like that. The kiss starts being cute and ends up in full on making out session, and they end up on the couch. From fluff to full on smut. I'm on my knees for this man. 🧎‍♀️ I would write something about this but it's been a long time and I'm scared. 😅 If somebody writes something please tag me. 🙏

if you haven't, read @mi-to-the-a's fic on this idea. this is my interpretation for the idea.

After Hours - KHJ

wc: 1.4k

WARNING: so much fluff, smut, kisses, heavy petting, kinda messy ngl, grinding, slight dumbification, fellatio, cowgirl (but barely because my man's was abt to bust), missionary (that's always fun), praise + encouraging words, slight begging, b!gd¡ck joong because we always love him, producer!joong, switch!dom!joong, girlfriend!reader, switch!sub!reader, fem reader

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you got a ping from your instagram. a notification from ateez_official; great. you look at the post pings, and-- lo and behold, it was your boyfriend in the studio. he told you earlier that he would be late once again there, so as per usual, you waited until 2 am for him to send you a text message of him coming to your house so you could spend the rest of the night with him. seeing these pics, however, you knew that tonight would be a longer night than usual. you decided to pack up as many small items you could before heading to your car and driving to the studio.

showing your designated ID to security and once again ID'ing yourself at the front desk, you quietly opened the door to a concentarated and half sleepy kim hongjoong. he looked very focused on getting a certain chord right, repeating a random rhyme scheme multiple times and recording his voice over it before deciding to put the vocal jumble into actual words for a potential demo.

he turned around a bit to get his nearly cold coffee on the nearby coffee table when he saw you, slightly startling him a bit before smiling up at you and motioning you to come near his swivel chair. "hey, baby," he greeted you, kissing your cheek when you sat on his lap. "what are you doing here, after hours?"

"well," you began to respond as you played with his already disheveled hair from the constant focus-targeted tugging," i saw that you posted what you were up to and decided to pay you an early visit before you came home." you gave him small yet passionate pecks of genuine affection that equated to 'i miss you so much that i refuse to fall asleep alone at 2 am'.

hongjoong's smile grew into a small smirk. he loved whenever you came late into the studio. of course, he never made you do it or coerce you, but being the wonderful girlfriend you are, you couldn't fathom purposefully knowing that your boyfriend has some stress that he needed to release. he knew that, and loved that caring nature about you; just as much as you did with him.

and tonight was no different. "thank you for always being a big part of why im always at peace," he gratefully said to you, kissing an exposed part of your neck after you two shared some kisses with each other. the same part he knows can turn you on in seconds, especially when it came to him. "can i give you what you give me every time i feel burdened?" throughtout his request hongjoong kept kissing all over your neck while running his hands over your clothed thigh as the other rested comfortably on his lap.

you were now breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers as hongjoong lightly bit the same part of your neck that triggers your intense want for him. you could feel how constricted his sweats were getting on his pelvic area right against your ass, and he could feel your skin heating up-- an all too-well sign of you being wet for him.

now with one of his hands now coming up to the sides of your neck while the other gets a good grip on your hip, hongjoong slowly grinds your comfy yet compressed bottoms onto each other. by now your panties and leggings have soaked through and can now be felt onto your boyfriend's obvious bulge. "well?" hongjoong asked, snapping you out of your trance as he too was breathing heavier than usual. "can i, love?"

nodding while doing your best to take off what you could without getting off your boyfriend's lap, you confirmed. "please show me how at ease i make you. please joongie."

with a simple groan, hongjoong took off his shirt to match with your now topless figure, and did his best to pull down his sweats along with your bottoms without pulling you off of him. when his erection was in full view, you sank down to your knees, leaving his once warm lap now into an annoying cool sensation.

as the man hissed and was about to ask you to get back on, his complaints were quickly replaced with a satisfied moan as you sank your mouth onto his length. "oh my go-" he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you worked him up to moistness. even thought you told him that he can treat you, you just couldn't help but want to treat him. he is such an amazing leader, producer, rapper, singer, songwriter, friend, boyfriend; you just couldn't want to spoil him before he spoils you.

just when you were about to attempt to deepthroat him, he stopped you. you pouted at him as he chuckled and wiped away some of the drool that trailed on your chin from how wet you made his length. "you know how much i like when you blow me," he thanked you, to which you smiled like you were being congratulated for passing an important exam. "but i want to treat you. so get up on me," he demanded, hand on his soaked shaft while you got up and hovered over him with your equally soaked center.

"ready?" hongjoong asked you as he held himself up for you. it was always so endearing to you that he always asked, even though he knew both of you wanted and were ready for this. a selfless man who needs to be spoiled, you think.

gathering your thoughts so that you don't keep the man waiting, you answer, "yes. fill me up, joongie." your boyfriend nodded as he helped ease you down on his length. it was always a challenge for him to fit you, but you always made it work through his reassuring words. once you sat completely on his lap again, you allowed yourself to throb, elliciting a moan from both of you.

"fuck, baby," hongjoong groaned, holding your hips as you grinded them along him. he was feeling a bit too sentimental today and does not want to finish too soon. he lifted himself up from the chair, carrying you with him as you squeal from the sudden movement, and rest you back on the rather huge couch behind the small coffee table. "i have to fuck you like this. i don't want to cum too early."

"okay, joong- uhh fu-" just when you were about to reassure him that you dont mind and that he could do whatever he wanted, he went on a moderate yet deep pace. it only took a couple strokes and you could feel everything: his cock deep within your walls, the small bump of his head nudging your pelvic floor to where you could see him in your stomach, and your cunt stretching wide open every time your boyfriend thrust forward. needless to say, you were dangerously close.

hongjoong could tell by the way you could barely speak and had your mouth open as small groans and whines left your needy mouth. leaning down to give it a kiss, he started to encourage you while his thumb went down to rub your aching clit, causing you to jolt. "come on, baby. focus on how good you feel and how bad you want to let go. do it for me, cum for me."

you found your voice again after the encouragers and moaned aloud, "oh fuck, joongie im cumming!" you held onto your boyfriend arms as tightly as your orgasm rolled over you like a mighty wave, almost blinding you of your sense of self while your back arched off the couch.

your boyfriend was there to ride you through it, all while casually chasing his own release. "shh shh, i got you," he guided your body down the waves of your high as he pressed himself to you, spilling inside of you without you feeling anything short of satisfaction.

once both of you calmed down your storm of emotions and pleasure, what was left behind was a comforting stillness.

you lay beside each other, your skin sticky with sweat, your breathing finally slowing to a steady rhythm. hongjoong's fingers found yours, intertwining them with his as he pressed a tender kiss to your now darkened lips.

"i love you," he whispered, his voice a gentle lullaby similar to that of his music.

"i love you too," you replied, your words a soft melody in the aftermath of passion.

imagine not being down bad for this man-

anyway, hope you liked it!

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Sleeping in love // e.m x gn!reader

A/N: did this last night, wrote about it.💖

Summary: You're sleepy, it's been a long day. Eddie's out of the trailer and you miss him. So you surround yourself with pieces of him and end up falling asleep at 7pm wearing your Hellfire shirt, Metallica blasting full volume, under soft orange lighting. Eddie comes home to this sight.

Word count: 2, 076.

Tagging @eddiebunson @sabbathsworld @natashaashleymarvelromanoff @hawkinsroyaloutcast @admin-in-residence @ali-r3n @jaskiersfaetallute @mega-fandoms-everythingrock @snekssss @oscarisaacwhore @alliecheer007-88 @splendidlymochi @mel119g @kubrickmind @hersweetrevenge @dreaming-of-fictional-characters @authorlovers

And @hiding-in-my-blanket-fort for writing a really lovely post about how Eddie would react to a scenario like this one , which aided me in the characterisation of this piece.

Warnings - swearing, talks of stress, capitalism, reader has a job/responsibilities, smoking (Eddie, Wayne, reader can if you want them to but it's not explicitly stated that the reader smokes), established relationship (you've known each other for years but it's not stated how long you've been together - just know you're very comfortable with each other and reader treats Wayne's trailer like their own home).

' ---' denotes time skip & perspective change.

It had been... a day.

Nothing terribly out of the ordinary had happened from your usual day to day routine, but by the time it was mid afternoon, you were ready to go home. The work seemed to never stop, but sooner or later, you had to. There was only so much you could do in a single day and whatever didn't get done would simply wait until tomorrow; it was a boundary you had had to learn to enforce after hitting burnout too many times.

Real life made stress and burnout unavoidable as a general state, so you had to take breaks for yourself; especially when all the world screamed at you to be a slave to the grind. You had confided in Eddie about how stressed you were once, way back before you had started a relationship together, and after levelling you with a gaze so intense you had almost forgotten why you were so stressed, he said, "so fuck 'em. It's your life, Y/N, take it back."

His words rang so true that years later, you still heard them whispered in the back of your mind whenever you needed to hear them.

No matter how bad things got, Eddie was always Eddie, and you found a great deal of respect and admiration in him for that.

When you got back to the trailer - you didn't live there on a permanent basis but you may as well have for how often you shared your days with the beloved Munsons - you still had some work to do. Leaving one workplace and entering another, was your often-repeated mantra as you moved through the home, collecting dirty dishes and ashtrays which would need to be emptied, rinsed and then put back where you found them. Dirty clothes - mostly Eddie's - were tossed over a shoulder so you could put them in the wash on your way back into the kitchen. Things were only tidied on the surface; this wasn't your home, not really, but it was a kind gesture, a silent thank you to Wayne for the hospitality he always showed to you, night after night, even though he wasn't there to see you arrive or go.

You were like ships in the night.

As you moved through the trailer, you made a concerted effort to only do what needed to be done; it wasn't your home and you didn't want to cross the line between being helpful and being rude - it was a thin line, you often thought, and you did your best to observe your own personal boundaries. All you wanted to do was to help Eddie, to aid Wayne, and to make sure that your partner and his uncle felt appreciated and loved by you.

That was why you always went straight from work to the trailer; most nights you didn't go to your own place. You waited for your home to come back to you; with his dark brown eyes, his curly hair (which was better maintained than he ever told anyone), his leather jacket and homemade Dio vest, his whitetops and Hellfire shirt, his vintage band memorabilia, manic laughter and terrible jokes, dedication and care to everything he set his mind to, the genuine want to graduate high school, the drugs he sold at varying rates depending on what he thought of someone (influenced by how they treated him), the way he touched all his friends soul to soul, heart by heart, without even really trying, the way he understood people...

You waited for Eddie to return to the trailer every night so that your soul would come home. You never felt right without him occupying the same space.

Eventually, the light chores were done, dinner was made for the three of you (and, oh no, you had 'accidentally' made enough to last Wayne and Eddie a few days after today, however did that happen?), and all you had left to do...

That's enough now, Y/N.

...Was rest.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, the sky a bleeding combination of purples and blues, and though it was only seven in the evening, you were ready to put the day away, having had enough of being pulled seemingly every which way without a chance for some kind of reprieve. Your Hellfire shirt, well worn and well loved over the years, sets the mood for you as you stand at the foot of Eddie's bed and let yourself fall backwards, the mattress pillowing you perfectly. Even the spring digging into your shoulder feels heavenly - either you're that tired, or you're just so happy to be in Eddie's bed that the uncomfortability doesn't matter to you. Or maybe it's both. Who knows? Who cares?

You reach over to the bedside table and turn on the radio, Metallica's Kill 'Em All album blasting at full volume through the trailer. Your body melts into the mattress and you close your eyes, getting comfortable. The soft lighting of the fairylights and tiny lamps set up haphazardly around Eddie's room, the heaviness of the album (one of yours and Eddie's favourites), your physical exhaustion, your Hellfire shirt giving you familiarity, comfort and a sense of belonging... it was all so perfect, except for Eddie's absence. But your thoughts of him were safe inside yourself and they kept you company almost as well as Eddie himself would have done if he had been there in that moment. You rolled over onto your side and nestled down into the duvet; it smelled of weed, of beer, of the fabric conditioner you always used when you did Eddie and Wayne's laundry, of Eddie's shampoo, of your body spray... it was you and Eddie and you smiled softly, pushing your face into the duvet as you let Metallica soothe you to your threshold consciousness.

People never took you seriously when you told them that you could fall asleep to heavy metal at all, let alone with it playing at full volume, but Eddie had always been right there with you, furiously nodding his head in agreement and grinning like a maniac.

The two of you had always had more common ground than anyone you had ever known in your life.

You fell asleep less than ten minutes into the album, thinking so strongly of Eddie that by keeping your eyes closed, you were sure he was right beside you. He may as well have been for how much it felt like he was physically in the room with you, and he would be.

Soon.

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Metallica was playing so loudly that Eddie could hear it over Black Sabbath as he pulled into the trailer's parking space, shutting off the engine. Sorry, Ozzy. The chaotic man had briefly enjoyed the two beloved bands playing in tandem, though he worried about receiving noise complaints from the neighbours. Again. He jogged up the stairs and let himself in, breathing a sigh of relief to finally be home.

Clearly, he wasn't alone, and though it was obviously you, warmth and affection still bloomed hotly in his chest as he saw the food left to cool on the counters, with a note:

'Accidentally' made extra for you both. Much love! - Y/N.

"Oh, you sweet thing," Eddie mumbled, reaching out to touch the note. It shifted on the countertop and he frowned lightly as he moved it back to exactly where it had been, tongue poking out in concentration. "So good to us."

He thought of ways to thank you properly, mind racing with the possibilities even though you did this for him and his uncle every week like clockwork, or indeed whenever you had the time and means to do so, as he moved through the trailer and welcomed himself home. It wasn't late, almost eight, and Eddie recognised the song playing on the album; Seek and Destroy. It was one of your favourites but he couldn't hear you singing along; he couldn't hear you moving to the angry, fast tempo. What were you up to?

Eddie's greeting died on his tongue as he pranced around the corner into his bedroom, and saw something which almost stopped his heart.

Oh, fuck.

Eddie made a noise between "oh" and "awh", "Sweetheart, look at you." He kept his voice quiet, though there wasn't any point. You slept like the dead, for one and Metallica was playing so loudly he could barely hear himself talking for another. He just didn't want to disturb the moment; if dictionaries had pictures instead of word descriptions, then the sight before him would be used for words such as 'tranquility', 'serenity', 'heaven', and other synonyms which escaped him in that precise moment. "Jesus Christ, I am so in love with you it's almost scary," Eddie's trademark big cheesy grin was plastered to his face as he stepped into the room - disturbing the moment, which he was loathe to do - and made his way over to the radio, turning it down to a level more suitable for the time of night.

He and Wayne did not need another noise complaint.

"Actually," Eddie chuckled, "it's terrifying."

He knew that if you had been awake to hear him, you would have said something like, it's okay, Eddie, we can be scared together. Just don't ever leave me.

And he would smile, promise you forever, and mean it.

Usually when he came home to find you in his bedroom, Eddie threw himself onto the bed and practically smothered you in kisses, his lips finding purchase on your skin until they were numb and you were only able to hold on, giggling and trying to return the favour as best as you could despite the two hands cupping your face making it hard for you to move. Eddie's antics were always chaotic, erratic, hilarious and heart-warming and so Eddie that it hurt, but tonight... oh, tonight, he only had warmness on the soul.

The longer he gazed at you, sleeping on his bed wrapped up in your Hellfire shirt, listening to music you both loved, the hotter his love for you burned.

Eddie stood at the foot of the bed, eyes weighing up how to approach what he wanted to do. Fuck it, go all in, Munson. He put his knee up on the mattress, watching you carefully for signs of waking up. When there wasn't one, he put his other knee up and began to crawl up your body, being careful to keep his knees and hands - his weight distribution - off your body. Finally, when his head was level with yours and you were caged in by him; when the sight of his face would be the very first thing you would open your eyes up to, Eddie bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was tender, firm; Eddie could almost feel the imprint of his teeth against his lips. Softly, he kissed his way around your face, his nose nuzzling along your skin as he did so. The sweetest smile was on his face, and it widened as your eyes fluttered open.

"Eddie?"

The voice crack in the middle made his heart sing and his smile widened yet again; big and cheesy and dominating his face.

"Hey," his voice was quiet, just above a whisper, not wanting to ruin the moment, "you sleep so sweetly, Y/N."

You reached up for him just as Eddie leaned down, and you met each other in the middle, your fingers burrowing into the dark curls at the nape of his neck and Eddie pressing his face into the side of yours.

"Want you on me." You mumbled as you lightly tugged; there was no strength behind your sleep-heavy gesture, so it was fruitless. Heartstrings well and truly pulled, Eddie huffed a laugh as he gave you what you liked. He lowered until he was totally on top of you and you breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the planes of your bodies were aligned. You pressed into him, squeezed as close as you could. Even if you climbed inside him, you wouldn't be close enough. "Missed you. So much." Now I'm home.

"Missed you too, sweetheart." Eddie slid his arms underneath your back and hugged you to him like you were a teddy bear, his lips blindly finding purchase wherever there was exposed skin. "Love you even more than that."

You didn't doubt it.

[ransomdemands]

Imagine me crawling into your bed after a stressful day work and you decide to take my mind of and start to tease me with my favourite. Vibrations on a low setting so that my orgasm is only building slowly and I can relax against your chest. Eventually I would fall asleep and you decided that it would be waste not to use my pretty wet boy cunt. So, ready for you and twitching from all the teasing. And of course you can’t resist and use me, slowly but eagerly.

Still half asleep I would rut myself against you, making sweet little sounds as you work both of us closer to our orgasm. Feeling all warm and fuzzy and safe in your arms as you fuck me to sleep again.

(Needed to share this thought and your last posts made my head spin and my pussy twitch 💦)

My poor sleepy boy, stressed an exhausted. Id love to press your favorite vibe against your cocky the lowest setting of vibration, barely giving you any stimulation as you cuddle into my chest. After a while of the barely there vibrations, you finally fall asleep, softly breathing against my chest as I cuddle you close.

You’re still rutting and humping against me, even in your sleep so I know how much you need it, and my own insistent throbbing cock conveys as much.

I grind my strap against your hole, aroused and unable to stop the way I need you. Needy and pressed against me. I gently press my cock into your hole, pressing deeper and deeper as I listen to your half conscious moans.

As I finally slip in, you whine loudly, your boycunt stretching around my cock. The stretch has you stirring slightly, before nestling back into my chest. I start to softly grind into you, rocking softly, savoring how you feel. The tight resistance of your cunt giving way to a soft easy glide. It feels so good to be inside you, pressed deep, thrusting into you. You rock your hips against me, the familiar rhythm moving you even as you are barely awake. Your sweet moans and whimpers are lovely, and I can’t help but thrust into you harder, faster, wanting more and more of them.

Your orgasm washes over you, soft and easy. A cascade of pleasure rippling through your body. I cuddle you close, kissing your cheeks and forehead softly. As your breaths slowly even out. Warming my cock so beautifully as you fall back asleep.

[eulchu]

oh no what did I write in that ask!!!! Podcast anon here LOL meant playlist...drinking coffee now also running on 3hrs

Get some rest! Hope it is refreshing and don't stress about your sleep sched, you're just trying to match dnfs that's all. just a very dedicated fan 😀

And all the cuddle love posting were giving me so much cozy vibes and breaking my heart sooo of course that reminds me of early Coldplay LOL also I did see that post you made a bit ago with dnf and yellow! I think it was like a Playlist cover? It makes me happy yellow is still coldplays most listened to song ITS SO GOOD Ok rambling is done, get some rest!

anogie dw i was the dumb bitch who said podcast at first not you, 😭 you were perfect ☀️💙

and it's TRUE im back to my grind it's 3am and not one ounce of sleepy vibes 😁 anyway yeah I've had many breakdowns thinking of yellow, george, and dnf. actually yellow and young and beautiful were the 2 songs that pushed me to start my gnf playlist :((

[ao3feed-newsies]

Bitter Taste

by, credlycrab_odddinosaur_insaneferret by credlycrab_odddinosaur_insaneferret Racetracks has issues- I made it all worse as I do. Words: 16704, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies (1992), Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Skittery (Newsies), Kid Blink, Spot Conlon, Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Crutchie (Newsies), Swifty (Newsies), Bumlets (Newsies), Snipeshooter (Newsies), Les Jacobs, Itey (Newsies), Snitch (Newsies) Additional Tags: Panic Attacks, Smoking, Underage Smoking, Teeth grinding, Chewing Tobacco, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Eating Disorders, implied - Freeform, Stimming, harmful stimming, Oral Fixation, Non-Sexual, Non-Verbal Meltdown, Meltdown, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, PTSD flashback, Flashbacks, Dissociation, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Affection, Protective Older Brothers, Brother Feels, Fainting, Sleep Deprivation, Sleepiness, Sleep, Literal Sleeping Together, How Do I Tag, Tags Are Hard, I'm Bad At Tagging read : https://ift.tt/NlEJZPf - April 22, 2024 at 08:17AM

[stayathomesurveys]

160.

This time last year, what was happening in your life? I was at a job that I hated, about to quit. I don’t remember much else of what was going on.

Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? Maybe. I’ve had caffeine for sure but I am thinking about having some coffee later.

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? Nik, his friend’s house being built.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? Yes.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? No.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? I have a mailbox.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? Kitties, yes.

Have you ever had an ear infection? Yup.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I’m currently watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? I don’t have a best friend.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? Depends on who it is and what it’s about.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? I think I still do. Probably stress and anxiety.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? Not like, admitted, no.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? Yes.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? It depends on where I am.

What’s your favorite online radio site? I only really use Spotify.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? No. I am 28.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? A lot.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? A meal replacement shake.

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? I have one in my freezer that I don’t use.

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? Sometimes.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? Yup.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. No.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? No.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: Yeah.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? So sleepy!

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you saw them? -

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? Not sure... pizza? Lol.

What are you listening to? CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

What year are you/did you graduate? -

Are you obsessed with anything? No?

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Pancakes. I like both, though. Just depends on my mood. Lately I’ve been leaning more towards pancakes.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? Diet.

Do you like seafood? In moderation.

Are you craving anything right now? Chick Fil A... on a Sunday... of course.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? Sure.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? No.

How long is your hair? Shoulder length, I guess.

Do you like your neighbors? They’re fine.

What’s your school motto? –

Has a bird ever flown into your window? Maybe.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? No idea.

How old were you when you learned to walk? I think I was 9 months old.

What was your first pet’s name? Tiger.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? Probably like 24? My classes always had like 24-26 students in them.

Who was your best friend in elementary? Ashly, Megan, Sabrina.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? No idea.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? Coach Cutright.

Where do you see yourself in a year? No idea.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Not be mentally ill?

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Sometimes.

[luventi]

SLEEPY SEX WITH GENSHIN BOYS

with. diluc, childe, ayato, albedo, kazuha, zhongli.

cw. smut, creampies, lots of soft sex, finger sucking, nipple play, yes i put ayato in here, gender neutral with no specific body type

note. hello!!!! she is back from hiatus and ready to deliver (to the best of her abilities ofc) posting is going to be still relatively slow as i get back in the swing of things but so happy to be back! please make sure to leave a comment + reblog if you enjoyed! <3

sleepy sex with diluc is just him staring up at you with baggy eyes as you try to ride him while avoiding his bandages and various bruises on his skin + you’ll accidentally grab on to a part of his shoulder that aches really bad and he’ll groan out in pain so he has to hold your hands while you keep bouncing

sleepy sex with childe is probably late at night when he just awoke from a nap on his desk and you’re laid out on top of it amidst his papers and layered clothing, his hands are holding yours above your head and he’s begging, pleading for you to be good for him because he’s way too tired to deal with your brattiness and he just wants to cum in his love

sleepy sex with ayato is a hurricane of half ridden clothes and lustful kisses, he’s tired, stressed, but most of all he’s so hungry for your touch and the way you moan beneath him, he thinks he’s gone delirious with the lack of sleep but truly it’s the way you squeeze around his cock and urge him to fuck you faster that gets his head dizzy and his eyes hazy

sleepy sex with albedo is lazy and soft, after a week of nonstop working he’ll now take his time to kiss your fingers as you slip him inside of you, ignoring him for the most part and grinding down in search of your own pleasure, although he doesn’t mind in the slightest—seeing you use him to get off is enough to make him unload inside of you in a fit of groans, your spasming hole sucking up all his cum inside of you

sleepy sex with kazuha is passionate and quiet, the man who usually has so much to say is reduced to a tired needy boy, after all journeys leave even the best wanderers of us missing home, and for kazuha? home is the warm spongy insides of your holes welcoming him, nothing but the sound of skin on skin and the occasional whimper of each other’s names can be heard throughout his cabin, your voice muffled by his fingers in your mouth while he hits your special sweet spot each time he fucks into you

sleepy sex with zhongli is after a night out in the city, you both barely had enough sleep and now the sun’s golden rays are filtering inside your bedroom while he toys with your chest, his hair is brushing against your skin as his fingers tweak one of your nipples and his warm mouth harshly sucks on the other, wanting to bring you pleasure over and over again before he ushers his sleepy darling right back to bed with him

[dabilovesme]

Husband!Aizawa headcanons

Pairings: Husband!Aizawa x black!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, suggestive themes, smut

A/n: I’m trying to be consistent with posting so shut up

-to be completely honest, he ain’t even know how he bagged you, but he’s utterly happy that he did, even his students notice his mood change, from a scowl that they see basically everyday to a bright smile when he sees you, it’s almost foreign to them to see him smile but they don’t ask any questions cuz they don’t wanna be wrapped in his bindings, but most of the class had to be due to the very noticeable inappropriate stares you’d get (especially from mineta’s creepy ass)

-He loves waking up to your beautiful figure, he even opens the curtains just to see your skin glow, he’d lay there until you wake up just so he can receive the morning kisses you give him, they give him fuel for the day. If it’s his day off, he’d get up and make you breakfast, hair in a low man bun, shirtless, wearing sweatpants low to his v lines and has on a apron with 2 kittens on it. He’s such a beauty

-He wants to go shopping with you all of the time, whether it’s for clothes, the house, or even for groceries, he just loves the bonding moments that happens while doing so

-Adores to hear you rant, the constant sound of your voice is like a angel in his ears, he’s also an amazing listener , never missing a single detail that falls from your lips. He rants about his day also, especially if it was a stressful day, he’d rant while laying on top of you, your fingers gliding across his scalp, easing his headache, sometimes he accidental dozes off to the sensation and you just continue to do it to him until you doze off as well

- loves your different hairstyles and colors, it’s so unique and beautiful to him. He loves the long slightly messy faux locs you get, especially the jewelry you put on em. His heart warms so much when you put them up in the half up n half down style he does all the time.

-The food you cook? Immaculate. He knows that when you moved to Japan, it’d be hard to cook and learn new dishes so he let you cook whatever your heart desires and that was an amazing choice. The baked Mac n Cheese, the Collard greens, the yams, chicken, everything is just so delicious , you lucky if you have enough to get a 2nd plate cuz mans just be goin at it and doesn’t even realize he ate most of the food but you let it slide since you love him so much

-his dates are simple but amazing, y’all would do napping dates which is basically watching scary movies while cuddling and eating snacks. He also likes to go to cafés and chat while eating strawberry muffins and coffee. He adores all his time with you

NSWF

-Whew

-He’s one of those ppl that you’d never expect to be freaky, like at all

- he loves to use his bindings on you, looking at you trying to squirm away while he’s deep into your cervix, he also binds your legs wide open if you try to hide his the pretty brown cunt from him. “Don’t get shy on me baby, show me everything” if he could, he’d stare n play with your pussy all day

- his favorite position to put you in is the mating press, knees on the side of your face, feet dangling in the air, while his hands has a firm grip on your thighs, pushing them down on the mattress as he fucks you slowly and deeply, strings of your arousal connecting with his hips as he slowly thrusts into your warm slick walls

- he craves for eye contact while making love to you, it’s like time stopped and it’s only you and him in the world, his dark low gaze burning with love and lust, even tho his gaze is low, you can still notice the way his pupils are extremely dilated, so are yours

- sleepy sex is a must, both of you would be laying down n cuddling and you’d start lazily grind your ass against his crotch, which gives his the sign to pull his dick out of his pants and pull your shorts down, he’d slowly slip into your hot slick walls and thrust into you, grunts and low moans leaving his lips as he lazily fucks you into an oblivion. Your breathy n broken moans just turns him on even more so he goes just a little harder to chase both of your highs and you both release with loud moans and trembling bodies. He doesn’t even move, he’d stay there and let you cockwarm him till the morning , you guys just can’t get enough of eachother <3

Hey my pretties, sorry this isn’t long but be grateful🙄

My beautiful fairies🧚🏾‍♀️- @emonaculate @riozakii @tenyaiidasslut @thicksimpx @yo-nn @pervysenpaix @plussizeficchick @presidentmonica @angwritez @aizawasbrazybaby @sexy-lil-nugget @sintiva @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @luna-indigoduh @luffysthickwaifu @zu-ku @xogabbiexo @blkchxrryblyss @bookwormsenpai @bumbleblackbee @boredandelusive @nasty-quillz @misss-chrisss

[kaidenya]

Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

[angelharness]

ns/fw tag is junkbox, blacklist that tag if needed

I never really planned on doing this for any character because they’ve been done to death before and i didnt (and still dont) think i’d have anything new to bring to the table, but i’m having fun so i will anyways

NSFW Alphabet

WARNINGS: knives, blood mention, smoking mention, this is probably the most explicit thing i’ve written

DANNY JOHNSON / THE GHOSTFACE

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

Weirdly antsy. He has a certain buzz to him, like that you get from a strong shot of coffee on an empty stomach. He’ll always try to lay with you for a bit after the fact, but he’ll eventually want to go leave to attend other unspecified matters. Sex wakes him up; he’ll usually be suddenly focused or energized and want to capitalize on this uncommon bout of momentum. If he’s stressed or overworked though, expect him to collapse into an eight hour sleep.

You usually end up smelling faintly of his woody cologne after sex, the expensive bottle he reserves for you. It’s a heavy leather scent, but it’s comforting, and you don’t usually mind.

When it comes to caring for you, he’s better at tending to you physically than pillow talk and sleepy chatter. He just can’t be vulnerable in that way, but he’ll see to every individual mark and imprint with care. He’ll want to lay for a bit, usually spooning you and stroking your hair. This is the most quiet you’ll ever see him; he says very little, just appreciates you with attentive eyes. Sometimes he strokes his fingers up and down your sides (you chide him for this though; his hands are always freezing). Even when he outwardly appears calm, you know there’s so much going on in his head, so it’s rare to catch him so genuinely placid. It doesn’t last too long, but it makes you appreciate him in a new way.

Danny might pop out a cigarette for a few short post-coital puffs, but he can manage without it if it bothers you.

If necessary, he’s fine with helping you wipe down with a washcloth, and if you suggest a shower he’ll always join you.

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

Of yours; thighs, all the way and more. A thigh sort of guy first and foremost, through and through. When you’re together in private, it’s impossible for him to keep his hands off them. He paws at them and will subtly drag up the hem of your skirt/shorts, will drag his nails up them, rub circles. Sometimes he grabs handfuls of your thighs or leaves purposely overt hand marks across the skin there. He also loves dragging his knife up them, just barely ghosting the curve of the blade over your flesh. He’s also pretty handsy with your hips and always greets you by snatching them from behind and bringing you against him, shamelessly grinding against them.

For himself: his forearms and hands. They do a lot of the physical work, and their use shows in the well-defined muscle. He doesn't think about his own body much. He’s proud of his scars, though, and wears them like badges. If you ask, he’d tell you the story behind each and every significant mark.

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

On you, in you, anything you. If not inside for whatever reason, he’s just as happy to do so anywhere on you. It makes for spectacular photos, he claims. He takes a dozen for every possible angle, and they’ll eventually appear in your possession sometime down the line, a souvenir of your antics.

There’s really no tasteful way to put it—he has a lot in him, and he’s not satisfied unless he sees you dirtied with it. He could cum again just from seeing you in it.

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

He’s open with you to a fault when it comes to his sexual interests. You’re well aware of the pictures and have, at this point in your relationship, given the ok for him to indulge in it some. It’s not like he hides the fact, either way, leaving glossy polaroids tucked into your toolboxes or stuffed in the heel of your shoe for you to discover mid-trial. You’ll never get over the embarrassment of having to desperately attempt to rip apart the photograph of you red-faced with his hand shoved down your jeans, failing to, then trying successfully to burn it in one of many barrel fires, nearly poisoning yourself in the process.

Otherwise though, he’s a surprisingly huge masochist. He’ll subtly encourage you to rough him up, but can never bring himself to outright ask, finding it demeaning (and not in a fun way). He’ll ask you to tug him around a bit or strangle him or bruise him or whatever else, but it’s only ever been passing jokes to you, oblivious to the effect those fantasies have on him. He daydreams of you leaving marks up his neck and across his lips, of sweetly burning bruises and bloody noses, but these are personal visions. He finds himself disappointed when you brush off his suggestions with a laugh and not much further thought, but he’d still never be able to bring it up. He just can’t get over the idea of you using his knife to carve your name, maybe across the fat of his thigh or, boldly, across his chest. The mental image makes him pant. He wants to be yours in the way he considers you his.

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

His history is complicated. He leaves it at that and you don’t pry any deeper than what he offers. If he is inexperienced, he doesn’t show it; he projects such a smug confidence that it seems like he knows what he’s doing, but you know him well enough to say he’s good at bullshitting his way through most things. His disarming self-assurance would have you believe you’re only another tally mark in an impressive body count. Either way, Ghostface doesn’t tell you, nor does he clarify if that body count is of the sexual variety or something a little more sinister (though ultimately in-character).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His personal favorite is anything up a wall, pinned or pressed up to a surface; he enjoys being in either position. He specifically likes to be behind you, arms snaked around your torso or gripping your hands. He also enjoys it when you cage him in a corner and trap his hands above his head by the wrists. Expect him to joke lots when in this scenario, but he always enjoys it and struggles to stay still. He’s so easy to excite.

You’ll find he’s actually very affectionate, just that he’s rough about it, usually without intending to be. He leaves a number of fingerprints bruised up your sides and collarbone. He gives you full permission to grab him and essentially manhandle him; he loves it, encouraging you with plenty of explicit comments and requests.

Overall, he’s all for anything as long as he’s close to you. If he could, he’d want to suffocate in you, lose his breath and go blue just kissing you.

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

He’s not goofy per-se, but animated and witty. Don’t expect him to play it straight; he’s quick to fill the possibility of silence with plenty of teasing and cruel jokes. It’s his way of flirting, though; he makes it so much worse by going on and on about how cute you look blushing like that. He’ll be grinning the entire time, and treats the experience like how he goes about most things in his life; with cold-hearted humor and a feeling of immortality.

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

Keeps himself remarkably well groomed. There’s really not a reason to (no one but you gets the chance to see what goes on under the cloak), so it’s out of personal preference. Not too much hair below the neck.

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

How I see Ghostface is actually overwhelmingly affectionate and excitable. You’d never be able to teach him to keep his hands to himself; it’s fundamentally against his nature. He’s constantly all over you, and this is no different. His affection for you is hard to label, but could probably and most accurately be described as long-term infatuation. It has all the strength and uncomfortable intensity of a passing obsession, but stretched out for the duration of a relationship and with a wholehearted investment. Outsiders might at that point ask how it’s so different from love, but it would be naive to name it that. He’s fixated on you—he says he loves you, and somewhere in that heartless cavity in his chest he likely does; you just have to understand it’s in his own way, on his own terms. He’s a scarily good actor, making it a real hassle to discern when he’s being sincere, but you can assume he cares for you, or at least is attached to you in a fashion similar to care. Like a new pet or favorite toy. He’s constantly high on the excitement of the Honeymoon phase, long past the time it realistically ended.

His love is equatable to his touches; smothering, forceful, but disarmingly caring and tender.

This attitude carries over into fucking, and is really even multiplied. He’s always pressed so close to you with limbs in inter-weaving knots that sometimes you think he intends to fuse with you. Though he himself is quiet, his love is at a constant and overpowering volume. If you return his affection at all, you’ll find he’s prone to freezing up or retracting. Like most things, he only seems to accept intimacy on his terms, with his explicit control over the interaction.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does so more than the average person, but it doesn’t interfere with his work. It’s usually just to destress or clear up his mind if he finds himself distracted.

If he’s dating you, he sees no point (he just finds himself more frustrated than before, wanting the real thing, a pleasure specific to you that his hand can’t provide or scratch in the same way). If you’re away or simply not up to fuck, he may deal with it himself with the assistance of one of your borrowed articles of clothing. He’ll wash it for you before returning it, if it makes it any better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise and humiliation in equal amounts. Giving or receiving, he has a dangerous way with words and knows how to use them against you in the best ways.

If praise is more your style, he’ll offer plenty of encouragement, cooing at you, stroking your cheeks, running more kisses down your jawline. He raves about how well you’re doing as he nuzzles his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, as he works you undone with his fingers.

He enjoys some for himself too, even if he may not know how to respond (nor request it, for that matter). It’s really up to you to pick up the pieces. He’s fun to praise, because whereas he has a solid defense system against any teasing (silence), compliments and affirmation really get to him. His voice will get all tight and his shoulders will tense, arms crossed tight across his chest, almost defensively. He’ll nod along like he’s unaffected and reply with curt “yeah”s and neutral hums, but it really does get under his skin delightfully.

You’ll have to wait until he’s in one of his softer moods, or he’ll just laugh off your attempts hard enough he has to mime wiping a tear.

He likes his degradation too, another thing he’ll receive as happily as he dishes it out. He could get off to any insults you hurl at him if he tried hard enough, but most of the time that effort doesn’t seem necessary; anything about you could get him going. Call him a creep or desperate and he happily agrees. “All for you,” he remarks adoringly.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He could manage just about anywhere. He’s fond of lockers, forced up against you and vice versa. Feeling your open-mouthed breaths and hammering pulse excites him as much as a good chase does. As hot as he finds it, it’s still a bit messy, and you’ll find you only have such limited space to work with. You’ll have to prepare yourself for sore joints and fierce cramps on top of the inevitable vibrant hickeys and bruises. Otherwise, though, any surface he can hoist you onto or pin you to does well.

Prefers indoors, and in that case, he likes to have you up against a window. He grins at you, drooling, as red as you are, in the faint smears of your reflections.

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

Anything about you, if in the right moment. He could be watching you relax and your shirt drifts slightly up your torso, exposing a sliver of midriff, and suddenly he’s red-faced and his heart is hammering. He’s always admiring you, anyways; it’s hard to escape his permanent gaze. Ghostface tells you how wild you make him, even when going about something terribly mundane, like laundry. “You’re such a tease,” he sighs, throbbing, pink little hearts practically visible in his eyes. “I’m just doing laundry, creep,” you shoot back, and flick him across the face with a washcloth. He pretends to be struck by an arrow, clutching his cold, callous heart.

He thinks you’re pretty, any angle, any moment—like a picture. You can bet he takes plenty, too, and you have a good idea of what he does with them.

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

Crying disturbs him. Even if you’re clearly enjoying sex, he finds himself a bit unsettled if you’re sobbing. He associates the sound too closely with pain to particularly enjoy it.

He really can’t deal with being tied up. He might give it a try, being an experimentalist at heart, but it’s too vulnerable for his liking. Plus, he always needs to be holding you in some way; it’d practically be torture to rob him of the ability to pet and kiss you. He’s too restless in general and could probably shred through his binds purely out of will.

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

Ghostface is used to receiving and only receiving. He’d be all for it if you asked him to pleasure you for a change, but you’ll notice right away just how out of place he feels on his knees between yours. He’s clumsy and you have to remind him to mind his teeth, but gives a commendable effort. He gets frustrated easily, so expect it to be a one time thing.

He feels much more comfortable to be on the receiving end. He’s not going to be giving you pointers or obvious indications of his pleasure, so it’s up to you to discern if you’re doing well or not. You can safely presume you’re doing something right if he suddenly grips you by the hair.

For Danny, he naturally gets handsy when in pleasure, but he’ll try to keep your comfort in mind and keep his hand resting on the back of your head instead of grabbing or tugging. He is actually surprisingly gentle, most of the time, stroking your hair or your cheek if in reach, lacing his hand with yours; he makes it feel weirdly romantic, a feeling you wouldn’t contribute to him, or not genuinely. He could so easily work his words to illicit the same feeling, although unauthentically, yet he still makes you feel special.

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

Ghostface swaps between the two periodically. It has to do a lot with his mood, but generally he’s rough, gripping your wrists or pinning you down, securing your hips between his knees. He’s slow, most of the time; stretching out deep thrusts so he can watch you writhe.

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

Ghostface likes to take his time. He’s used to sneaking in quick kills in a time limit, but if the stress isn’t necessary he doesn’t see the point. Rushed sex is exciting, yes, but he doesn’t consider it the same. He wants to show you the extent of his attraction, which isn’t so easy when you have a deadline.

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

To a degree, yes. He’s not opposed to partial publicity, but he’ll ultimately always want a semblance of control over the environment during sex. The other killers get more than an earful of you two’s exploits, but he doesn’t think they need a first-hand example. Danny loves you and loves showing you off, but the idea of someone seeing doesn’t excite him nearly as much as it makes his chest twist with a bit of jealousy.

He’s realistically way more at risk than you ever will be; he’s quick to get ahead of himself, urging you to manhandle him however you like. He can’t get enough of your touch, whether sweet, feathery strokes or rough and stinging palms on skin, but the latter he’s especially fond of. You can choke him half to death and he would only ask for more.

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

Depends. The most straightforward answer is that he lasts as long as you do. He’s got an impressive amount of resilience, typically lasting somewhere between two to three rounds.

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

He never owned anything before meeting you. He swiped a few paddles and pairs of handcuffs from victims in the past, but only really because it made him laugh in the moment. He doesn’t view them as anything more than gag bits and isn’t likely to actually use them on you.

If he could get his hands on some more discreet paraphernalia, and if you showed interest, he might try out a few toys. On himself is probably a hard no, but he’d love to test them on you. He loves watching your expressions and he could never get sick of the way you squirm deliciously, so he could see the appeal. He’d be up to try them on himself, but still declares your touch to be the best. He’d rather it be your hands on him, breaking him down.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, it’s his favorite thing, he may even like it more than the actual act of sex.

He loves to stroke your thigh or nip at your bare neck; he thrives off of your reactions, no matter how small or subtle you think they are. If he gets a response, there’s really no stopping him. Any slight noise is a victory in his book. He’ll tease you until every ounce of blood in your body is in your cheeks (while his will be somewhere south of the belt). He loves how you look, flushed and shifting under his stare. He could make an album with all the photographs he has of you blushing, it’s one of his favorite views in the world, neck to neck with a freshly bleeding body.

He loves embarrassing you. One of his favorite things is making a show of preparing to fuck you—dragging his belt slowly from the loops of his pants, pulling down the zipper of his fly even slower—then making you please yourself instead. “Show me how you do it,” he encourages you. If he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you grind on his thigh with only a handful of snarky comments. But really, he loves watching you work yourself with your hands.

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

He’s naturally silent, to the point some would think he doesn’t breathe at all. The most you’ll ever really get out of him are restrained grunts and heavy little pants. He loves how noisy you are in comparison; part of the fun is watching silently as he fucks you, how noisy you are in comparison, your subsequent embarrassment. He’s made a multitude of brief recordings made up entirely of your pleasured sounds, and if he was present for the era of convenient, compact smartphones and customizable ringtones, it’d be your breathy cries alerting him to calls (as a related side note, you can bet he’s set your blushing likeness as the wallpaper to his beat up flip phone). If you’re fairly quiet yourself, he makes it his personal goal to pull those wonderful noises from you. He has all the patience in the Entity’s Realm while working away at your resolve. You make for such lovely entertainment.

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

If you have any scars of your own, he’s very vocal about admiring them. He runs his fingers sweetly over the off-color streaks of skin and presses periodic kisses to them like tender stitch work. He pays special attention to any areas you’re insecure of, despite your embarrassment.

He loves his knife, he loves you, he loves using the knife on you (with your approval). You can’t miss the way he seems to vibrate with anticipation the first time you suggest implementing the blade. He considers it an honor for you—you’re the only one to date to be on the business end of his knife to be allowed to live after the ordeal. His hands noticeably tremble with excitement, but despite all the glaring signs implying otherwise, you’re honestly in safe hands; he’s well acquainted with the knife and works it with the same precision artists do with their favorite brush or pen. If you’d let him, he’d want to carve a small heart somewhere on your person, that or his initials. They’re shallow, careful cuts, never anything deep enough to scar, and he’s sure to tend to them later. Still, seeing those glinting beads of blood makes his pulse race.

He thinks you look so pretty in blood, whether coloring your cheeks or seeping from a fresh cut.

You have full permission to use the knife on him, alternatively. He loves the cold sting of the blade down his skin. The way you look, too, gripping a knife and looking down on him with the rare glint of power in your eyes, is dizzying. He’ll probably stop to fetch his camera for a few impromptu pictures to keep as a memento of your fun.

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

Nothing unrealistic. Cut and pierced.

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

Unsurprisingly high but also volatile. Sex with him is uncommon just on account of how fickle his libido is. Though sexual in nature, he has to be in a very specific mood to actually want it, but don’t worry, he’ll more than let you know in that instance.

He struggles a lot with understanding himself; it’s easy to know when he wants to kill, how best to satisfy that incessant itch, but sex is weirdly intimate, and Lord knows he’s awful with intimacy. He can be annoying in a lot of aspects, but patience is really important for him when it comes to sex; he may think he wants it, then upon engaging is unsure and withdraws. It’s not personal by any means, his sense of desire is just inconsistent. He takes note of your understanding, though, and appreciates it.

Still, expect lewd comments on a constant basis. For someone once renowned for his masterful grasp on language and cunning way with terminology, it’s not very apparent through the crude, sleazy commentary you’re personally familiar with.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gets up later to take his leave, but if it’s already late, sometimes he’ll be out cold. Intense sessions can need him to recover with a long nap, then he’s right back into sexual pestering and grossly loving comments.

[cayofdreams]

Relieving Their Sleepy Stiffy~

~A Mini Fic Collection~

(Feat. Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Katsuki Bakugou)

Summary: self-explanatory really

Words: approx. 1k per character; 3.3k total

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut 

Warnings: somnophilia, oral (giving), hand job (giving), humping/grinding, the ruining of clothes with pre-cum 🤪

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Eijirou Kirishima – Stiff Muscle Massage

You and Kirishima had both passed out on the bed after coming back home from an intense workout at the gym. Usually the two of you would make protein smoothies and watch a bit of reality TV but something about that new leg workout really took a toll on you both. You had been asleep for about 30 minutes before waking up next to a still sleeping Kirishima. Tracing your fingers along his bare chest, you admired his well-formed pectoral and ab muscles. He really had to have had the best body of all the previous boyfriends you’d been with.

As you placed your head on his chest, you continued to trace along his stomach, his body subconsciously twitching due to touching him in ticklish areas. Your eyes started to feel heavy again at his peaceful heartbeat before you saw something intriguing through your fuzzy vision. It seemed not everything of Kirishima’s body was sore and drained from the recent workout.

You giggled at him before sliding your body down so your head was now resting on his thigh, right beside his pitched tent. Softly petting over his clothed length, you placed soft kisses on his hips and thigh. His soft grunts egged you on, so you got on your forearms and laid your torso right between his legs. You hovered over his crotch, letting your hot breath warm him underneath.

“Does my baby need a post-workout massage?” You placed pecks over his clothed hardness as your fingers traced him up and down. “I’ll take care of you, Kiri~”. Sucking over his pants, you let your saliva soak through the fabric, causing Kirishima’s cock to grow stiffer by the increasing wetness. You grazed your teeth over him admiring the sleepy whimpers he made from above. Eventually you were able to taste the salty pre-cum seeping through his pants which let you know it was time for the next stage.

You slowly pulled down his pants, stopping whenever it seemed like he was about to wake up. He worked so hard today so you wanted to make sure he was completely relaxed through his oral massage. When you were able to lower his pants enough, his cock sprung free and bounced against his abs, already shining with your saliva and his pre-cum. You took the base of his cock between your thumb and middle finger and glided your tongue up and down his shaft. You made sure he stayed asleep by pausing when his groans got too loud.

Periodically keeping your eyes on his face, you took his tip in your mouth and slithered the bottom of your tongue over his slit. You felt the vein in his cock bulge against your thumb and you let out little moans to create stimulating vibrations. When it seemed his body got used to those movements, you lowered your head letting the tip of his cock graze against the back of your throat. He was a little big but after much practice you were able to take more and more of him in your mouth without gagging. Judging by the moans leaving him, it seemed he appreciated that.

Pretty soon, Kirishima’s cock was smothered in your saliva as you bobbed your head up and down. You swept the hair out of your face, becoming entranced by his throbbing cock and harsh grunts. You tasted more of his pre-cum filling your mouth and the taste made you feel wet underneath your shorts. But you wanted to focus primarily on your tired boyfriend so you left your underwear to collect your horny essences for now. Becoming so entranced with Kirishima’s meaty cock, you didn’t notice him waking up until you felt his hands caressing your head.

“Whatcha doin, babe?” His voice was raspy from his groggy state as he lifted his head to get a better view. His voice seemed to resonate through his cock and you felt the vibrations on your tongue. You popped his cock out of your mouth to which his face twitched at the feeling.

“I’m giving you a post-workout massage.” You licked and sucked at his frenulum. His eyes squinted at the intense pleasure on the area. “Do you feel good?”

Before letting him properly answer, you sunk his cock back in your mouth, letting yourself deep throat him. Constricting your throat muscles, you made sure he could get the same feelings as being inside your tight pussy. If not better. You breathed through your nose as you swallowed his cock to the base, sticking out your tongue so that its tip gently tickled over his balls.

“F-fuck yeah, babe. Feels fucking amazing…” His fingers gripped gently at your hair as he savored in your athletic tongue. “Please don’t stop. Fuck!”

Popping him out of your mouth again, you made spit bubbles on his cock as you looked up at his flustered face. “Don’t worry, baby. Just relax and focus on feeling good, okay?”  

He simply nodded as he let his head plop back onto the bed. He felt your pools of saliva drip onto his tip before you slurped it back into your mouth. The wet sounds you were making brought him closer to the edge. “Shit Y/N, m-move your head. I’m gonna cum!”

Still working your tongue on him, you slurpily replied. “Jush leh it ouh, babe~ I can chake it.” You sucked vivaciously at the upper end of his shaft, while your hand messily stroked the bottom. The copious amount of saliva flung over his thighs as you jerked him. “I wann yor cumm, baby~”

“Fuck!” Kirishima cursed as wads of his cum spurt down your throat. His grip on your hair tightened as you kept sucking the cum out of him. You didn’t swallow it, instead slurping it around his head creating more wet stimulations for him. “Shit, Y/N! Oh my god…”

Slipping his cock form your mouth after he was done, you lifted your head so he could see you swish his cum with the saliva in your mouth. Almost as if you were savoring it like a sweet wine. You made a loud gulp as you slowly swallowed all of it, looking lustfully into his eyes. “Mmm~ so thick, Eiji.”

Kirishima could’ve came again from the little show you just performed. He licked his lips as he grabbed at your arms, pulling you forward so he could now grip at your thighs. 

“I think its only right for me, as a man, to return the favor. Come sit on my tongue, babe.”

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Denki Kaminari – Mutual Study Break

You were helping Kaminari with his studying in your room, going over his last exam trying to help him better understand the questions he got wrong. It was a bit taxing because at first you didn’t know how to explain certain things, but eventually you were able to break down the question in a way that made it more understandable. In a way, helping him helped you as well since having to explain a complex problem to someone really tests your own knowledge of the material. After about an hour or so, it seemed Kaminari was growing tired of looking at the exam material and he plopped his head down on the coffee table.

“Y/N~ I need a break.” He let out with an exhausted sigh, closing his eyes. He looked kind of cute being so sleepy after a nice study session but you were determined to help him improve.

“C’mon Denki, I really want you to learn this.” Stroking your finger along his cheek, you heard a faint grumble at your request.

“Please~ just 10 minutes, I swear.”

Before you could even reply you heard a soft snore purring from him and you couldn’t help but just give in to his adorableness. You leaned down to his lips and gave them a small kiss.

“Only because you’re cute, okay.” You softly whispered, making sure your voice didn’t disturb his nap. Pleased with his sleeping face, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through social media.

As you caught up on various hero topics, you lost track of time and realized it had been 30 minutes since you let Kaminari rest his tired brain. Gently rubbing your hand along his back, you tried to wake him up.

“Denki, wake up. There’s only a little bit left to go.”

“Hnnggh…” His eyebrows twitched at your voice but he was still sound asleep. You decided to lean down into his ear and whisper to him.

“Denk- heh?” That’s when you noticed his reddened cheeks and strained facial expression. You thought he might be sick, so you placed your hand on his forehead to check if his body temperature was warmer than normal. It seemed fine though, but you were still a bit concerned. Until you heard him whimpering your name in his sleep.

“Haahnn~ Y/N- feels so good…”

It didn’t take you too long to realize that he was having a wet dream- and starring you no less. It made you kind of happy that your boyfriend was a simp for you asleep just as much as he was when awake. So being the flattered and concerned girlfriend you were, you peeked under the table to see if he were having any other reactions. Unsurprisingly, you saw a nice tent being pitched underneath his jogger pants.

“Aww, Charge Bolt needs de-stressing, huh?” You dipped your hand under the table and rubbed along his clothed erection, smirking at his whiney, but sleepy reply. Kissing along his red cheeks, you placed more pressure on his growing cock and before long you felt the seeping of his pre-cum through his pant fabric. You rubbed it between your fingertips, chuckling at how much he was leaking despite his sleeping state. “No wonder you couldn’t focus, Denki.”

“Y/N~ Inside…” A bit of saliva drooled out of his lips at his whimper and onto his notebook. You wiped it up with your thumb before slipping your hand in his pants, smearing it on his tip with his abundant pre-cum.

“You can’t come inside, baby. You haven’t finished studying.” You continued to press chaste kisses along Kaminari’s face as you stroked up and down his shaft. The increasing amount of pre-cum made you able to stroke at faster and faster paces, allowing you to hear louder and cuter moans leave his sleeping lips.

“Hnnmmgh~ Y/N...”

The lewd adorableness of it all made you slick between the hips yourself, so you spread one of your legs across him and slipped your free hand down your shorts and panties. Flattening your fingers around your pussy lips, you circled around your clit, smearing your juices all over your inner thighs. Eventually you increased your pace to be equivalent to the hand stroking your boyfriend’s cock. “Ahhnn~ Denki, you make me feel good even when you’re sleeping.”

“…Y/N~ gonna cum...” More slobber fell from his lips as his breathing became more labored. His hips started to subconsciously thrust into your hand, trying to chase his dream-filled high. Apparently, his body was too stimulated because you were soon met with his golden irises. “Y/N...Y/N~!” He raised his head and gripped at your arm that was heartedly pumping at his cock. “Oh fuck!”

“Hahh…You had a sleepy boner, babe. You must’ve worked so hard while studying~” You continued to simultaneously jerk and flick with your hands while gazing at Kaminari’s extremely flustered face.

“I-Its because the way you were sitting with those s-shorts on! Your thighs are so gorgeous, Y/N!” He gasped as you lowered your hands to tighten around his base.

“Just my thighs though?” You feigned an innocently upset expression as you held his cock hostage in your hand.

“A-All of you! All of you is gorgeous, Y/N!”

Smiling, you went back to your jerking his cock. “Aww, thank you, babe.” You leaned over to capture him into a kiss, his tongue mindlessly licking around your lips as he focused on his building orgasm. “Gonna cum from my hand?” He nodded eagerly as his grip on your arm tightened.

You leaned your head back as you quickened the motions around your clit, also about to reach an orgasm. “Me too, Denki~”. Kaminari’s cock twitched wildly in your palm and you stroked harder around the head in hopes you both would reach a mutual orgasm. “Oh shit-! D-Denkii!” Your eyes rolled back as your pussy quivered under your hand.

Meanwhile Kaminari’s hot cum was being spilled all over your knuckles. You slowed your pumps on his cock, essentially re-lathering him with his own lubricant. As the two of you regained your breaths, you slipped your hand out of his pants, his cum sticking on all of your fingers. Kaminari laid his head back down on the table, sighing as exhaustion dwelled over him again. You got up to wash your hands in the sink and looked back at your tired boyfriend.

“You ready to try Question #7 again?”

“W-what?!”

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Katsuki Bakugou – In Heat

Bakugou was taking a nap on your bed after a long day at his internship, and it honestly irked you. It seemed like nowadays when he came over all he did was eat or sleep because he was too tired for any other nightly activities. How could he just lay there on your bed with that beautiful face of his and not at least submerge it between your thighs? What was the point of all that stamina if he wasn’t going to share it with you?

You’d make sure to complain about it when he woke up, but he was just too cute to disturb right now. This of course was probably the only time you’d get to bask in the peacefulness of Katsuki Bakugou. You decided to grab your phone and watch a movie as you distracted yourself from your horniness. Everything was going fine until- a sex scene popped up. Just your luck. Deciding to be petty, you turned up the volume to max so that the moans of the actors would wake up your boyfriend and hopefully he’d get a clue.

“Oiii wake up and fuck me, already.” You softly spoke into his direction. He lazily grunted but was still very much asleep. “Stingy.”

You were about to give up when you noticed the moans from the movie did seem to get a reaction out of him, a reaction his sleeping state was not aware of, of course. “Aha! So the bastard does work.”

Turning down the volume so he would now not wake up any further, you spread your leg over his hip so that you were sitting directly on his crotch. You snickered over his sleeping face having rarely had such a domineering stance over him. “Yeahh~ Just stay asleep, Katsu. I’ll have fun by myself.”

You placed your hands on his chest to steady your position and slowly grinded away, stopping briefly when his eyebrows twitched like he was awaking from his slumber. The silky lace of your panties made for a sleeky smooth friction with his soft nylon shorts. The thinness of the material made it so that you could feel the increasing stiffness of his cock between your clothed labia. Your clit was nicely stimulated by the materials that separated the two of you.  

As you felt yourself get more aroused you couldn’t help but notice the pre-cum that started to drool through Bakugou’s shorts and smear onto your own panties. “Katsu~ You’re leaking so much for someone who’s been ignoring their girlfriend for so long. Prick.” Despite your harsh whispers, you leaned down so you were pressed chest to chest with him, softly peppering kisses along his jaw.  

You nuzzled yourself into his neck as you humped with increasing pressure against his cock. No longer caring if he woke up or not you let out soft moans that vibrated against his throat. “Hahh Katsuki, I can feel you throbbing~ You gonna cum?”

“With you humping like a bitch in heat like that? Hell no.” Bakugou’s raspy voice against your eardrums immediately stopped you in your chase of pleasure. You lifted your face and met his eyesight.

“That’s not what your leaky cock says.”

“Me?” Bakugou pushed his hands against your stomach so you’d sit up. Hooking his hand under the wing of your panties, he easily ripped them from your hips. He raised the panties in front of your face so you’d see the gusset that was lush with your juices. “Sweetheart, that’s all you.”

You grabbed your panties away from him before throwing them sharply on the floor. “That was your cock’s leakage seeping through.” Ignoring his rolling eyes, you leaned back down against his chest. “Now can I finish my business in peace, please?”

Bakugou slithered his hands down to your ass, grabbing at the jiggling fat. “Just hurry the fuck up. I’d like to actually do something that feels good at some point.” He grinded your ass further against his now damp shorts, giving your clit an insanely pleasurable amount of friction. But you wanted to feel something smoother so you slipped your hands between your bodies and tugged his shorts down. But only enough for half his cock to peek out from the waistband. You then readjusted your seating so that you could grind directly against his slickened cock.

“I don’t make you feel good, Katsuki?” You teased as you went to press lovingly tender kisses on his cheek and jaw.

“H-Hell no. Look how you’re selfishly humping away right now…how could this shit feel good for me?” Contrary to his verbal expression, Bakugou’s fingers were gripping tightly at your ass, desperately trying to get you to hump him more ruggedly. You could feel the imprints that would be decorated along your faint stretch marks. But two could play that game, so you wrapped your lips around a part of his throat, sucking deeply until the skin bruised. He twinged at the pain but kept his grip on your rear firmly pressed against him. “Who the f-fuck said you could do that, huh?”

“Ahhh~ you haven’t fucked me in so long I had to make sure you were still mine, Katsu.” As you  humped at his cock, you could feel the friction get more slippery as your pussy’s soppiness mixed with Bakugou’s pre-cum. The mess the two of you were making dripped over Bakugou’s hips and onto the bed sheets that lied below. Your clit swelled against his throbbing cock as the both of you became clouded with a looming orgasm.

“Shit- of course you’re mine. You always will be whether you fucking like it or not. Dumbass.” Bakugou’s grunts became more hoarse and his hips grinded up against you. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop- shit!” As you moaned in reply, Bakugou grasped one hand around your jaw and pulled you into a sloppy kiss. The feeling of his saliva swapping with yours felt almost as lewd as the desperate humping being performed by your hips.

Bakugou’s cock pulsated under your twitching clit as orgasmic waves washed over the both of you. You felt his hot cum seep into your thin pajama top and slicken over your navel.  He didn’t dare release your tongue from his until it felt like every drop had been drained from him, leaving you to whine and pant into his mouth. He softly kneaded at your ass cheek as your grinding slowed from your post-orgasmic, sensitive clit.

Thoroughly satisfied, he let go of your face so your head could drop exhaustingly onto his shoulder. “You’re changing the bed sheets, right? Seeing as how you started this?” He heard nothing but soft snoring in reply and he clicked his tongue.

“So damn spoiled.”

[writing-in-april]

Surprise Pretty Boy

Spencer x Female Reader

Summary- You haven’t had sex in a while, because of your job and your infatuation with Spencer Reid. You proposition him for sex and have a big surprise waiting for him.

Warnings- Smut, soft sub Spencer/ dom reader, nipple piercings (female), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

A/n- this is my first smut, I’m a little nervous to post tbh. This is edited but only a bit and also my requests are open! Some of the formatting is weird too I’m on mobile sorry!

Masterlist

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I needed to fuck the shit out of someone, it’s been too long at this point. I couldn’t even remember the last fuck I had, I think it was 8 months ago at a bar. It didn’t help that I rarely got out of the house because of my job, the BAU never slept so neither did I.

We had just gotten home from a stressful case that almost ended in disaster. All I wanted to do at this point was unwind by having a mind blowing orgasm but there were no men or women in sight. Unless I went for Spencer who I had a massive crush on, he was honestly the reason I stopped getting laid. I just couldn’t get railed by a one night stand without thinking of him, it got too weird and I just wanted the real thing.

I was so desperate tonight that I might shoot my shot, we just happened to be the last ones in the office doing paperwork. My horny mind had been preventing me from being fully productive all day, but I had finally finished my massive stack of reports. Spencer often took on the slack of everyone else when it came to paperwork, something that I’ll never understand, but he did look cute when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration trying to write as fast as he could. God I just wanted to break him. Maybe I would deny him orgasms all night or ride him into the sunset and watch his whimpering face as he begs me to stop after making him cum multiple times.

Spencer has noticed that I was unashamedly staring and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“You ok?” His voice snapped me out of my x-rated daydream.

“Yeah just thinking.”

“About?” He scrunched his nose in typical Spencer fashion. Fuck it, I’ll be honest with him, he was too cute for me to not at least attempt to make a move.

“How much I want to fuck you” I stated bluntly, a look of shock spread across his face.

“Y-you want to w-what?” His voice started to raise a few octaves, getting to that squeaky pitch that made me want him even more.

I slowly sauntered over to his desk chair and swung my legs around him so I was straddling him. His big brown eyes had become as wide as saucers and he started stuttering, his hands betrayed his nervous persona as they immediately sat above my ass.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Spencer” I said with conviction, he gulped hard and sighed deeply mulling over the thoughts racing through his head.

“I-I want y-you to fuc-ck me, can we go back to your place?”

I nodded a yes to him “Only one rule tonight Spencer, I’m in charge. Is that ok with you?” He bobbed his head back in a yes, then we both got our things and raced to the elevator.

I pulled Spencer into my car with a promise of giving him a ride to work tomorrow, and probably broke 50 traffic laws on the ride home.

We both bolted out of the car and stumbled through my doorway in a heated make out session once I finally got the door to open. I pushed him against my closed front door and slipped my tongue into Spencer’s mouth fully dominating the kiss. My arms fully enveloped his larger frame and I started to tug him over to my couch so I could fully enjoy him.My legs swung over his lap straddling him for the second time that night. We continued to make out on the couch like horny teenagers for what felt like bourse until Spencer started to paw at my blouse. I leaned in to start kissing and biting on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his button up. My lips slowly worked their way up the column of his throat and I bit on the shell of his ear, which let me hear a gorgeous moan.

“I have a surprise for you pretty boy” I breathily whispered into his ear as I dragged my palm across his jaw. He let out a gorgeous whine and rutted his hips up into me. He was in for a shock, I had gotten my nipples pierced when I was younger to make them more sensitive. I hope Spencer would appreciate as much as I did.

I slowly peeled my shirt off my figure, I had no bra on and my pierced nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. Spencer’s eyes widened and he let out a little beautiful squeak at the sight.

“You like what you see?” I smirked and batted my eyelashes. All he could do was nod eagerly in response, he greedily leaned forward and almost immediately wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I moaned at the sudden contact and I started to grind on his hard crotch again. His mouth continued to suckle on my bud combined with the hard metal as his other hand came to pinch my other nipple.

Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? Normally I’d say no, but the way Spencer’s mouth sucked on my bud was getting me off better then most guys with their hand down my pants. Plus the way his bulge was hitting right at my clothed clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. Spencer must have sensed how close I was and snuck one of his hands in my pants. He deftly worked his finger on my clit which pushed me over the cliff.

“Oh my god Spencer” I moaned out as I rode out my first high of the night. His eyes raked over my form in awe, I had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After I had come down I slowly slid down onto my hard wood floors not really caring for the pain from being on my knees.

“Thank you Spencer, you were such a good boy” Even though I was the one down on my knees I was still in full control.

Spencer’s pupils were blown wide in lust as I undid his belt buckle and pulled his boxers and slacks down all at once.

I bit my lip as I got a good look at what Spencer was packing not to thick but god was it long. I moaned in anticipation of how good the stretch would feel but for now I just wanted my mouth to work its magic.

He was already painfully hard but I wanted to tease him a bit more so I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I was purposely barely gripping him, I wanted to see how desperate I could make him. His eyes had shut at this point, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please do something” he gasped out, so I slowly leaned forward and took his head in my mouth but I still barely gave him the relief he was looking for. He hadn’t begged enough yet.

He tried to apply pressure on my head, I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the couch.

“Holy shit y/n please!” His raspy voice was raised to an octave I didn’t think was possible. So I finally relented taking him back as far as possible into my throat and precum filled my mouth as an indicator of his desire. The sounds that Spencer was making were music to my ears, he moaned loud each time I took him to the back of my throat. I could tell that he was about to cum so I suddenly pulled my mouth off of him with a soft pop.

He whined at the loss of contact, he almost looked like a baby that had gotten his candy taken away.

“Don’t worry baby boy I want you to cum inside me instead. Is that alright with you?” He seemed to enjoy the nickname and bit his lip nodding his head once more.

“Y/n please fuck me.” I loved hearing him beg like the good boy he was. I crawled up into his lap again and slowly sunk down onto his length letting myself feel every ridge of his cock. Spencer moaned the loudest he had all night, which I didn’t even think was possible. His breath was shaky and I could tell it was taking all of his will not to thrust up into me, he was being a good boy by waiting patiently.

Once I adjusted to his length I started to bounce on him making him even more breathless then before. Then Spencer pulled me closer to him and started to play with my nipples again, I could tell he fully appreciated my piercings.

“Your such a good boy Spencer always taking care of me.” I gasped out, my hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back hard. His blissed our state was an amazing sight to see, his mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes were barely open and in a glassy state.

“I’m so close y/n” he whimpers our pitifully

“I’m close to baby boy help me get there with you” My words barely escaped coherently but he understood bringing one of his hands off of my ass to my clit. His large dexterous fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit and suddenly my vision turned white.

After I rode out my high my focus was back on Spencer.My lips sucked beautiful hickies onto his neck that would be a pain to cover up, I honestly didn’t care at this point.

“C’mon baby boy cum for me” I gently coaxed him to his release in a few last hard bounces. His strangled moans accompanied with the ropes he shot into me helped me into another small orgasm that I barely registered was on the brink.

“Holy shit” I gasped out after I had somewhat caught my breath. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, so I’d prevent a UTI when Spencer’s arms wrapped around my frame.

“Stay” he breathlessly whispered.

“I’ll come back and cuddle but I really don’t want a UTI Spencer. You’d be the first one to remind me of that.” He relented and let go, my feet padded through my apartment everything else quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself I grabbed a washcloth to clean him up as well. I made my way back to his sleepy form cleaning him up and I let him envelope me again after I was done. We cuddled naked in silence for a while waiting for someone to bring up the awkwardness that would surely come up after a night like this.

I knew that Spencer would never be the one to make the first move, just like with my request to fuck him so I decided to take another leap of faith tonight.

“Spencer”I quietly whispered bringing him out of his thoughts “I don’t think of you as a one night stand or a friends with benefits I truly like you. I-I’d like to go on a date if you want to?” He looked a little surprised also mixed with relief? I couldn’t tell as I waited in bated breath for his answer.

“I’d like that to y/n, I was honestly scared you’d only want this to be a one time thing” he admitted meekly, I basically lunged at him kissing his beautiful lips.

“Round 2?” I asked between kisses

“Only if this time I can be in charge?” He cheekily asked.

“Oh definitely Sir”

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[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

[loverontheleft]

MoSex 4

AU with single Kinky Boots!B. Fluff and smut. Parts 1-3 can be found on my Masterlist in my bio. Moodboard by @a-silver-linings-boyfriend

Brendon x reader. Warnings: So...we’ve ( @beautiful-tragic-fallout ) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks, or public sex.

This chapter has a score of 6.75 along with general filth, some fluff, language, and dirty talk.

Word count: 6.4k

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You smell him before you feel him. It's the fresh, clean scent of his cologne with its lemon undertones, combined with the sweet, intoxicating smell that is the result of the last hour in his bed with his head between your thighs and your soft, desperate cries as he brought you to orgasm again and again.

“What is it, Princess?” His voice is low as he crawls back up the bed, and you relax back against his chest when his hands wrap around your hips. He guides you back so you’re nestled against his gloriously naked body and smiles against your neck where he’s pressing warm, gentle kisses. “You still seem stressed. Am I losing my touch? Thought I would’ve fucked that out of you by now.”

“You did, for the most part,” you admit, eyes fluttering shut in post-orgasm bliss, before turning to face him. “And I enjoyed your efforts very much. It’s just...I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted. Normally, I have another job lined up by now. And I mean - I’m fine. My savings are solid. I’d be fine. But with my Kinky Boots contract ending, I should be moving on. There should be something else coming up. And there isn’t.”

“It’ll work out,” Brendon soothes, running a hand through your hair and down your back. “Besides, maybe the universe just wants to see exactly what me spoiling you constantly would look like.” You grin feebly and press closer to him, relishing the feel of his hard cock pressed firmly against your stomach. “I think…” and he pauses for a moment, waiting for you to tip your head up to meet his eyes. “I think I’m gonna stick around for a bit. After my run ends, I mean. I like New York. I haven’t gotten to really explore the area because when I’m not in rehearsal or actually performing or doing press, I’m tangled up with my sweet girl here.” He nuzzles you affectionately. “And I have no intention of giving up my time with her. So, if I want to immerse myself in the city, it’s going to have to wait til my time with the show is over.”

Your breath is caught in your chest and you hardly dare ask the question, but this has been on your mind too and if he’s bringing it up… “you mean you’re staying?” You can hear the hope in your voice. He can too.

“For a while, yeah. I-” he hesitates, tracing a path down your hip. “I love you, Y/n.”

You’re pretty sure he can feel your heart racing. The room is spinning. There’s a ringing in your ears and you feel dizzy. “You love me?” You’re giddy, eyes wide, fingers numb with sheer euphoria, cheeks hurting from the size of your smile.

“I love you,” he confirms, reaching down to grab your waist and hoist you up higher. “Do you, uh...well, I mean. Do you...I was just wondering if you…”

“I love you too,” you whisper, tugging him in by the back of his head to kiss him firmly. “I love you too.” You’re running your fingertips along his jaw, pressing yourself to him, and he’s beaming at you.

“Fuck, that feels so good to say,” Brendon murmurs against your mouth, rolling you both over so he can press you down into his mattress and kiss you deeply. “And so good to hear.”

You tangle your legs around his waist and grind subtly, seeking him. “I love you,” you repeat, scratching at his back as he shifts to fill you. “You’re really staying?”

“I’m really staying, Y/n,” he tells you, groaning in pleasure as you rock your hips up to take him deeper and kiss his neck. “Yes, Princess, my sweet girl. My babydoll. I’m staying. Fuck, you’re always such a good girl for me - take my cock, honey- yes!”

His fingers clutch at you as your back arches, and you whine and beg him to mark you up. “No one will see,” you assure him breathlessly. With the time that’s passed since the show opened, he’s getting more attention and that means you are too. You’ve gotten accustomed to the hat and sunglasses routine and you enjoy tucking yourself into the crook of his arm as he and Zack usher you into wherever you’re all headed. He makes you feel safe. But with more attention comes the requirement of being more careful about leaving marks. A stray visible one could be bad, but you don’t care right now: you want it. You know he does too. He loves watching you strip and seeing all the marks he’s left on your body. “Baby, please. Need you to claim me.”

He groans into your neck, biting down and suckling eagerly, and you shriek, hitching a leg higher over his waist. “Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp. “I love you, Brendon.”

“I love you,” he manages, slightly breathless as he picks up the pace of thrusting into you. “I want my princess to come on my cock.” He slides two fingers into your mouth and you suck greedily. “Good girl,” he praises, and you whimper when he rolls a nipple in between his now-slick fingers. “You sound so pretty, doll. Gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging his mouth down to yours. “Gonna come in me?”

“Fuck,” Brendon mumbles, nipping at your lower lip affectionately. “You know I will, Princess, if you’re still okay with that?”

It’s been two months since the accident in his dressing room, and in bed the next morning, you suggested that maybe, if the two of you were going to be exclusive, maybe the condoms weren’t essential. You were on good birth control anyway, you told him, and you felt like the two of you were good at commitment, so you were okay with forgoing the condoms if he meant it when he said exclusive. Before you had a chance to gauge his reaction, he was on top of you, kissing you fervently, thanking you and promising you that he was committed and you were the only one. One very romantic date to a clinic for testing and two good news phone calls later, and you’ve been able to feel him and only him every time since. He still checks every time though, and you love him for that. Plus, you just love hearing him say it. “You good with me coming in your perfect pussy?” He’s breathing hard as he slides in deep, fingers gripping your thighs as he tries to control himself and wait for permission.

“You know I’m okay with it. You know I love when you come in me.” You drop your legs from his waist and spread them wide, hooking your ankles over the edge of the bed. “Give it to me,” you beg, gasping when he bites down on your neck while thrusting hard and reaching down to rub your clit.

“You first, babydoll. You’ve gotta come for me first, Y/n, you know that.” He’s kissing you frantically, moaning every time your tongues brush, and you can feel your body tensing as he pushes you closer to the edge. “That’s it, Princess. Be a good girl. Be my sweet, messy girl and come all over my cock. Come on my cock.” His encouragement is exactly what you need.

“Ooooh shit!” Your squeal is paired with your nails raking down his back and he grunts, thrusting hard one final time before you feel him trembling over you, praising you and rocking into you through his climax. “Yes, Bren, yes!”

His stomach is tense from the rapid thrusts and there’s a sheen of sweat over his skin. His chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark, and he’s mumbling something about how in love with you he is. He’s still shuddering over you when you reach for him, needing him closer. He drops down to his forearms and kisses you softly, wrapping you into an embrace. The kiss is sweet and serene, and you find yourself getting lost in it until you break the kiss to yawn. “My perfect girl,” he whispers, grinning at you and tugging the abandoned blankets back up over your bodies. “You sleepy, Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, snuggling closer. “Less stressed too.” You don’t need to say how much his imminent departure was weighing on you. He knows.

“Good,” Brendon murmurs, stroking a hand down your back and holding you close. “We’ll shower later. Love when you come that hard for me. Makes me fucking wild.”

You agree softly, wiggling against him and guiding his half-hard cock back into you. “Like feeling you in me while we sleep. Like when you have dirty dreams and get hard while you sleep. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Brendon says, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too.”

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“So where will you live?” You’re washing your hair as Brendon leans against the wall of his shower, watching you. “Can you extend the lease on this place?” You look over at him, curiosity all over your face. You’re trying to focus on the conversation, but he really is astonishingly gorgeous, and he’s wet and naked and yours.

“Not sure…but Zack is looking into it. I’d rather stay here if I can, but I figure if I need a new place, I can go house-hunting. Apartment hunting?” He ponders this and you laugh, realizing that he’s probably got some sprawling property back in California. You’ve never lived anywhere other than apartments and brownstones, so a whole house with a yard and probably a pool is such a foreign concept.

“Apartment is most likely,” you tell him, whimpering with delight when he moves back under the water and kisses you softly. “Penthouse, maybe…if you’re feeling fancy,” you manage as his lips move down your neck and his hands curve over your ass.

“As long as I have a space to take you to bed, a space to make you breakfast, and a space to bathe with you after we’re done ravishing each other, I don’t care where I live.” He grins up at you through wet lashes. “I have my priorities straight.”

“Yeah you do,” you say affectionately, ruffling his wet hair. “Though I’d like you to stay here too...I know this area now. I even have a favorite bagel place around the corner.”

Brendon grins and turns the water off, wringing out your hair gently before passing you a towel. “And I’m sure wanting to stay here doesn’t have anything to do with that huge four-post bed to which I routinely tie you...before devouring your pussy until we need to change the sheets.” He winks and you blush, protesting that the bed is a nice perk too but the location of this brownstone is great. He laughs. “We’ll know I’m becoming a New Yorker when I base my living situation on a favorite bagel place,” he teases. “For now, I’ll just let my brilliant, sexy girlfriend pick where we go. She’s never steered me wrong.”

“I don’t know how you can eat them from just anywhere. Murray’s has the best salt bagels, and you never need to go anywhere else.” You cross your arms as if the point is decided and Brendon kisses your forehead.

“You’re right. Murray’s or nothing.” He pauses as you both dry off. “But what if I told you I sent Zack out for breakfast and he didn’t go there?”

You frown at him as you wiggle into a pair of leggings and tug one of his shirts over your head. “I’d say you owe me another weekend at the Plaza with lots of oral and then maybe I can find a way to forgive the transgression,” you tease, shrieking with laughter when he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bed.

“He went to Murray’s, don’t worry. I specified.” He winks at you. “And I already booked our room for next weekend.” He places you down on the bed and flops next to you. “What’s more, I can assure you there will be plenty of me eating you out. I’m already dreaming about you in that bed, hips tipped up so I can grab your ass and really make you come on my tongue. I know we just showered, but damn, I want to get you naked and sitting on my face again, riding my tongue. You’re intoxicating.” He kisses your cheek and you wrap your arms around him, snuggling in close.

“You’re a unicorn,” you tell him. “No one else has ever gone down on me half as good or half as often. My unicorn.”

He beams at you, the love clear on his face. “And I’m planning on keeping it that way. You’re my girl. My babydoll. My princess. Mine. I want you to feel as incredible as you can. Plus, I just really love the feeling of your pussy on my face.” He grins when you blush and rolls over on top of you, sliding down your body and tugging your leggings down. “Can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking gently.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, spreading your legs wider for him. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Just - yes...uh huh, fuck yes!”

Brendon smiles and slides two fingers in deep, rocking them forward gently while he fastens his lips around your clit and frets his tongue against you. The squeal you let out is piercing and he presses more insistently with his fingers, all the while telling you not to come yet. He knows you could, but he wants you to be good and wait.

“What?” You sound frantic and in disbelief, but he laughs, telling you that he’ll make you come soon. “Yeah you will,” you pant, moaning and wiggling against his face. “Wanna come on your tongue.”

He groans his approval and squeezes your ass with one hand, thrusting hard with the fingers of his other one. “Wanna eat your cunt for every meal; just want to make this last. Can’t get enough of your sweetness on my face,” he says in a ragged voice, clearly grinding down into the mattress. “Babydoll, my love - let me have you. Need you to rub your sweet cunt on my face and come for me.” His tongue goes back to your clit.

“I’m allowed to come?” You’re breathless, clutching at his hair with both hands and frantically grinding your pussy against his eager mouth and rolling tongue. He nods and you gasp your gratitude as your eyes roll back and your thighs tighten around his head.

He grips your thighs hard and shudders in pleasure, lapping at you needily. The security alarm chimes and he pulls back, hair wild, eyes dark, and swollen lips smeared with you. “Breakfast is here.”

-||-

The episode of Brooklyn99 has just ended and the next one is queued up, which means It’s his turn to lay with his head in your lap. You lift your head up off of his thighs and flip yourself around so he can assume the position you’ve just abandoned. “What will you do when you’re done with the show?” You pose the question as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Get another bagel and then go down on my girlfriend again.” He says this casually and snuggles closer to you, rubbing his head back against your hand.

“What?” You pause, and then laugh. “No, B. I meant after Kinky Boots. Not this episode...although I’m not opposed.”

“Ohhhh, after my show.” He laughs now too, and considers for a moment. “Well, there’s going to be lazy morning sex with you, obviously. Breakfast in bed. Leisurely walks through the city. Lunch and dinner wherever you want. Maybe see some other shows. Literally anything you want. A whole week at the Plaza. A cabin upstate with a case of your favorite wine and no clothes. Whatever you want. Gonna spoil my Princess. Gonna be your boyfriend and your sugar daddy.” He’s got his eyes closed in pleasure as you scratch his scalp, but you can hear the teasing note in his voice. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“What if I get a new contract? And I’m at work all the time?” You can’t help but sound nervous, but he smirks.

“Then I’ll be your slutty fucktoy and spend all my time in your bed so you can have me whenever you want. I’ll just be naked and ready for you. I’ll make breakfast in the morning and fill up your travel mug with the coffee you like. Send you off to work with one long kiss goodbye. Then I’ll clean the apartment and amuse myself for a while. Get dinner ordered for delivery before getting back in bed. Or maybe I’ll drape myself fetchingly on the couch so I’m the first thing you see when you get in the door.” Brendon’s grinning up at you and you have to laugh because he’s so ridiculous and so cute and so ridiculously cute. “You love me,” he says, half-teasing and half-awestruck. “You’re the best woman I’ve ever known and you love me.”

“I do love you,” you tell him, resting a hand on his stomach and stroking idly as you play with his hair. “I love you so much.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. Your turn again,” Brendon says as he wiggles out of your lap and sits up. “Lay down, Princess. Wanna get my hands on you. If you keep touching me, I’m gonna get distracted and needy. So we gotta switch early.”

“I can make this sacrifice,” you say with a faux-long suffering tone. “I suppose I can tolerate your hands on me.” You wink at him and instead of laying your head in his lap, you tug him down so you’re both stretched across the couch, chest to chest with your back to the back of the couch. “Sleepy,” you admit, snuggling closer to him. “Can’t focus on this episode.”

Without hesitation, Brendon grabs his phone and pauses the stream. “Then we’ll nap, my sleepy love.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you wrap your arms around him. “You cold? You want blankets?” When you nod, he reaches up behind you and tugs a knit blanket down over you both. “Rest, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

-||-

“So,” Brendon begins as he hauls you back into bed after lunch, “where did we land on the sugar daddy thing?” He’s got one eyebrow raised in curiosity and he’s watching you in amusement. You narrow your eyes at him playfully, tugging his hair idly and snuggling into him.

“Depends entirely on why you’re asking,” you tell him with a grin. “I’m not going to stop working to be your slutty fucktoy, to use your phrasing.” You bite lightly at his neck and he groans, reaching down to grope your ass and bring you even closer.

“Just curious. You definitely don’t need to stop working. You’re damn good at your job and you love it. I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Ever.” He’s playing with your fingers now and nuzzling your cheek. “I just keep seeing things I think you would like or places I want to take you but I don’t want you to feel...I don’t know. Like I’m - I don’t know. Trying to make you feel...”

“Hey, I fuck you because I’m super turned on by you and I love you. Not because you pay for things and I feel obligated,” you point out, giggling when you see the look on his face. “Dork. Buy me whatever and take me wherever. Or don’t. I’m still going to want to suck your cock.” Brendon groans happily and you laugh, sliding a hand down into his sweatpants. “You don’t need to worry about me feeling weird. Just keep being you. You’re who I want and need. Sure, you’re a celebrity and a rock star who makes bank but I’m not here for that guy. I’m here for the sweet, sexy, sensitive guy who is my boyfriend. I like the nice dinners we do and our mini-vacations to the Plaza. But I don’t need them. All I need is you. And your world-class dick.” You squeeze lightly and he sighs in pleasure, watching you with dark eyes.

“I love you,” he says a little helplessly, hips twitching as you stroke him idly. You whisper it back to him and he reaches down to wrap his hand around yours. “Don’t tease me, baby. Just a little faster- yes, Y/n, just like that.” Together, you pick up your pace and he buries his face in your neck. “God, you make even a handjob feel so good. Stroke it, Princess; yeah, you feel that hard cock? That’s for you. I’m going to come for you.”

“I wanna lick it,” you tell him, squeezing again as he grunts in pleasure. He shakes his head, kissing down to your collarbone.

“No, baby, you’re sleepy. Love that you want it, but you’re tired right now. Just get me off like this. Play with my cock and make me come like this. You can suck me off later. Guarantee I’ll want it later too. Oh fuck- baby, that’s so good…” He tosses his head back and rocks into your grip eagerly.

“Come on my hand,” you murmur, speeding up. “Come on my hand and let me lick your cum off my fingers.” It sends a thrill right to your clit when he lets out a shuddering gasp, stiffens, and you feel him give in. “Yes,” you whisper, praising him and leaning in to kiss him sweetly as his hips twitch and he trembles. “Love that.”

Brendon laughs shakily, running his free hand through his hair and then pressing against the small of your back so you’re flush against him. “Obviously I love it too,” he says and his lips part silently when you slide your hand out of his sweatpants and delicately place two fingers in your mouth. “Yeah, you look good like that,” he mumbles, snuggling against you. “Got me sleepy now too.”

You finish sucking your fingers clean and run a hand down his arm. “Then let’s sleep.” You shift a little so he can roll onto his back and you can rest your head on his chest. “Don’t be surprised if you wake up with your dick in my mouth. I want you,” you tell him, running your clean hand through his hair tenderly.

-||-

It’s been three days since he told you he was staying, and you’re watching curtain call from the wings, going out of your mind with lust, when you notice the missing button from his jacket. That’s the perfect excuse, if anyone asks.

When he comes off-stage, you grab him by the wrist and lead him back to his dressing room, ignoring the lighthearted comments and amused remarks from the rest of the cast. They know about the two of you, and you’ve worked with many of them before. They’re just glad you finally chose a good guy.

“What’s up, babydoll?” Brendon kisses you gently once you’ve closed the door. “You good?” He raises an eyebrow and you nod, removing his jacket and shirt carefully before guiding his hand up your skirt. “Ah, I’m caught up now.” He kisses you more fervently while his fingers tease you. “Someone is feeling needy. It’s interesting how careful you’re being with the costume pieces. Normally when you’re this wet, you’re clawing at my clothes to get me naked,” Brendon says, curling his fingers and making you gasp and cling to him.

“Only because I’d be the one to repair them before the show tomorrow night,” you remind him breathlessly, kneeling and tugging down his costume-boxers and folding them neatly before turning your attention to the compression shorts and dance belt. “And if I rushed and damaged anything, I’d be distracted the entire time you’re trying to make me come. Plus,” you say, looking up at Brendon with an amused smile, “this is a tease for both of us.”

He’s leaning against the wall, watching you with heavy eyes and biting his lower lip. “Definitely a tease,” he agrees, reaching down to stroke your hair. “Need you, Princess. Need you now.” He gestures down at the compression shorts that are really trying to do their job of concealing his arousal. You whimper and caress his cock through the material, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Wanna suck your dick so badly but also I need you in me…” you can both hear the conflict in your voice. “Miss feeling your big thick cock filling me up when you fuck me hard.” You feel how wet you are and you look at him desperately. “Can I suck on your cock til you’re close and then take you inside me?”

Brendon’s head hits the back of the door and he groans in ecstasy. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” He promises, moving to sit down on the couch so he can work on one boot while you get the other one off. “Miss your mouth so much. Been thinking about how good you suck me off, how you swallow my cock down and still scratch for me to fuck your mouth...god, Y/n, you make my cock so hard.”

You don’t even need to respond; you just shift so you’re between his knees and rise up so you can take him down in one slick slide of your mouth.

“Holy fucking shit,” Brendon mutters, clutching your hair and trying to keep his hips still. You moan around him, rubbing frantically at your clit through your panties. “Don’t come, baby,” he orders you. “Want you to come on my cock. Wanna come in you and watch your face when I give you all my cum.” He’s panting, gripping the edge of the couch as your head bobs, your tongue working hard.

“That’s it, Princess. Just like that - oh fuck, just like that, suck just like-“ Brendon cuts himself off with a long groan that you’re positive is echoing down the hall. You don’t care. You’ve got one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing gently as you lick your way back up to the tip. “Holy fuck I love you so much,” he declares when you tease your way down to his balls.

You’ll never get tired of how he tastes. His cock is in your mouth and hands are in your hair; you’re surrounded by him and you know your panties are soaked. He’s watching in awe as you trace lines up his cock with the tip of your tongue, just to take him in your mouth entirely with an eager moan. You slide your panties to the side and roll your hips forward to take two fingers in you. His fingers feel better but yours will have to do, since he’s breathing hard and trying not to fuck your mouth.

Once his gasps, groans, and swears are slurring together into one stream of pleasure, you pull back and wipe at your mouth, your lips swollen and slick, with the back of your hand. “Bend me over the counter and fuck me til I can’t see straight.” With that, you tug your shirt off over your head and shove your skirt down. “Please,” you add, laughing as you bend yourself over the counter and watch him in the mirror.

“Yup, that’s - yes, gonna do that,” he agrees, standing from the couch and crossing the room to grab you by the waist and push into you. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight like this,” he tells you, watching you in the mirror. You whimper in pleasure and stretch your arms out in front of you as you realize there’s nothing to hold onto.

“I’ve got you, babydoll,” and he reassures you by squeezing your hips. He’s curled his fingers around your hips and is keeping you pulled back so his rapid thrusts won’t drive you into the edge of the counter. “Won’t let you get hurt.”

His whole body is tense as he thrusts into you from behind; you’re desperately trying to keep your head lifted to watch in the mirror. All the teasing of your clit has you right on the edge too, and you’re sure you’re going to pass out from sheer pleasure before he’s done with you. The sensation of being filled by him, over and over again, is heaven. The firm heat of his body pressed to yours makes your whole body ache with desire. You lose all sense of time - there’s only his cock filling you and his mouth whispering filth and his hands clutching you. You drop your head, pressing your forehead to the cool surface of the counter. “Don’t look away,” Brendon says in a low voice. “Watch how good we are in the mirror. Eyes on me, Princess. Watch me fuck you. Watch me take you. Watch me make you come.”

“Oh god,” you whine, forcing yourself to open your eyes and meet his gaze in the mirror. “It’s too hot, you’re too hot,” you whimper, pushing back on him. “Seeing us, seeing you fuck me like this, it’s too good. It makes me crazy. You’re gonna make me come. Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He can see the raw desire written on your face and he reaches down to rub at your clit.

“Then come for me,” Brendon tells you, still watching your reflection. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He hasn’t even finished the sentence before you’re crying out in ecstasy, the waves of your climax crashing over you. He fucks you through it, holding you in place as you shake and he pushes harder, doubling the tremors taking over your body. “Gonna come in you, yeah? You gonna watch me come in you?” You watch his head dip low to whisper the questions in your ear.

“Yeah,” is all you manage. You moan low in the back of your throat while he chants your name, still rocking into you steadily, even if his rhythm is abandoned.

“That’s my good girl. That’s my Princess,” Brendon murmurs, his thrusts slowing as his orgasm subsides. “Fuck, I love you so much. You are so good. You are so good. Come here, Y/n.” He takes a step back, guiding you to the couch where he flops unceremoniously. You curl up against him, still trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. “You okay?” He’s stroking your back and you nod, lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“I’m fucking fantastic,” you say a little breathlessly, laughing. “That was intense. I loved it. I love you.” He murmurs it back and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and rolling you both back deeper into the couch. “I’m exhausted. But I feel fantastic.”

“You look fantastic,” Brendon says, his eyes shining, as he shifts so you can press yourself against him and nestle your head under his chin. He’s running two fingers over your thigh. “You feel fantastic. You are fantastic.”

“You’re pretty fantastic yourself,” you counter, kissing his jawline. “What do you say we take our mutually fantastic selves home and take a shower? Then get some food in you?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Brendon says, wiggling up off the couch to grab his street clothes. “Gonna order now so it’s waiting for us when we get home.”

-||-

There are three bags sitting in the entryway of the flower shop when Zack parks the car, and Brendon scoops you up so that you’re clinging to him, shrieking and trying to not fall. “That’s dinner. Oh - no, I gotcha, babydoll,” he murmurs, and he shifts you slightly so you can wrap your legs around his waist and grip his shoulders. His hand slides under your skirt to grip your ass and you sigh happily, hooking your ankles together. “You’re not going anywhere.” He winks at you as he bends down to grab all three bags.

“Three? How much did you order?” You tease, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. He laughs and shakes his head, telling you it’s not all food. “Then what is it?” You’re curious now, and he shrugs.

“Guess you’ll just have to be patient and see,” he murmurs with a small smile, laughing when you huff and remind him that you’re not patient. “Oh, I know.” He grips you tighter and thanks Zack as he opens the door and proceeds to help you both up the stairs.

You’re finally inside and alone with him when he motions for you to follow him to the bathroom, still carrying the three bags with him. “This is not where normal people eat dinner,” you inform him, completely perplexed as to what his plan is.

“We’re not normal, Princess.” Brendon places the bags on the ground and bends over to plug the tub. “We’ve never been normal.” He yelps playfully when you smack his ass and he narrows his eyes at you. “I’m gonna get you back for that,” he warns, grinning when you retort that you’re sort of counting on that. He’s got the water running when he asks you for the smallest of the bags. You pass it to him without hesitation and he immediately unpacks three small kraft paper envelopes and dumps all of their contents into the hot water.

“Bath bombs?” You look at him, confused.

“Bath bombs,” he confirms, and he reaches for you to come stand beside him and watch the bombs swirl and burst and expand. “Three sex bombs from LUSH.”

“Ooooh,” you purr, stroking his chest now, pressing closer. “I like where this is going.” The smell of ylang-ylang and Jasmine is filling the bathroom and you are interested in getting him naked and in that water.

“So here’s my plan,” Brendon tells you, turning to face you. “I’m going to strip you out of those clothes and get you into this hot water.” You grin, because you’re on the same wavelength. He continues. “Once you’re settled, I’ll join you with the contents of these last two bags.” You raise an eyebrow and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before starting on your clothes. “Now get your glorious, sexy, naked butt into that tub,” Brendon orders, giving you the faux-stern look that you love. You sink into the petal-pink, sudsy water with a sigh and he smiles. “Good girl.”

As you relax into the water, he rummages in the second bag, withdraws a bottle of red wine, and places it on the edge of the tub. “And finally,” he says with a flourish, “our dinner.” You peer over the edge of the deep tub and look at him with an amused expression, the corners of your lips curling and eyes sparkling as he tugs off his shirt.

“Baby, that’s four slices of cheesecake.”

“I know,” Brendon says, starting on his belt. “We’re having cheesecake and red wine in the bath. This is dinner. We’re adults. We can eat cheesecake in the bath for dinner if we want.” He grins and kicks off his pants, and you watch with interest as he sheds his underwear. He winks at you when you see him half-hard, and you whimper under your breath, gripping the edge of the tub.

“You didn’t bring glasses,” you point out, gesturing toward the wine. He grins as he slides into the water behind you, sighing in pleasure when you wiggle back against him.

“We’re drinking right from the bottle,” Brendon murmurs against your neck. “I’m gonna get you wine-drunk and nice and relaxed and then I’m going to take you to bed.”

“And fuck me slowly?” You sound hopeful, and he bites down gently. “Right?”

“Depends on how wine-drunk you are.” His fingers curve over your breasts and he teases your nipples, groaning when you rub back against his cock. “Don’t wanna take advantage of you. Really just intended to cuddle you up in bed and share some soft kisses, maybe give you a massage.” You whimper and tell him that you want him though, even though you just had him in the dressing room. His fingers slip lower over your stomach and down between your thighs. “Needy Princess. Love that. Might just need to fuck you slowly before the wine, then, huh?”

You’re squirming against his fingers, rolling your hips and nodding eagerly as he nuzzles your ear, nibbling gently.

“Oh,” he says softly. “I forgot something.” He abandons your clit and stretches over the edge of the tub, reaching for the bag the cheesecake came in. “Got it.” He pulls his hand back and he shows you the small tube of silicone lubricant.

“Fuck,” you whisper, grabbing his other hand and shoving it between your thighs so he can feel how wet you are. “You thought of everything.”

“Well, mostly I just fantasized about fucking you against the shower wall tomorrow morning,” Brendon quips, grinning when you laugh. “And I tried to figure out what I needed to make that happen.” You gesture at the cheesecake and wine, telling him that he didn’t need to get all of this.

“No,” he agrees. “That was just because I wanted to eat cheesecake and get drunk with you in the bath. Completely separate from the fantasy morning sex.” He unscrews the top of the tube and you both watch as the clear gel drizzles down over his fingers. “I think we both are willing to wait on the cheesecake and wine?”

“Uh, yeah,” you agree, spreading your legs eagerly. “There’s not much I’m willing to put in front of red wine and cheesecake, but your fingers, and hopefully your cock, definitely make the list.”

Brendon laughs and kisses your cheek as his fingers go deep. You throw your head back and moan his name, already rocking forward for more. “My fingers, and hopefully my cock, thank you.”

[staywritten]

Over&Over│Seo Changbin

Over&Over│ Chapter Ⅰ

Synopsis: Loving Changbin was either than breathing, but why was it so hard to accept that he can love you just as you love him. Why do you always questions your own self worth. What were you supposed to do when he went on an arranged marriage meeting?

Genre: Non idol au, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, smut

Word Count: 2k

This is dedicated to @soobinssmile​ you sweet sweet bean ❤️❤️❤️

You yawned rolling out of bed, following the wonderful smell from the kitchen. You leaned on the doorway, smiling seeing your boyfriend working on breakfast. He wasn’t much of a morning person, especially since he usually had work pretty early, and yet here he was. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. “Mmmm smells good Baby” 

“You’re up early~” he whined, he gave your hand a comforting squeeze. “I was trying to surprise you”

“Well I woke up and you weren’t there” you pouted. “I missed you and my bed was too cold without you”

He turned around in your arms, giving your forehead a kiss. “My Baby is so needy” he chuckled, lifting you up effortlessly and placing you on the counter. “I’ll shower you with lots of attention after breakfast so I don’t burn anything,” he laughed. 

“Deal” you beamed smiling at him.

You could say you were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but it's been that way for well over two years. No relationship was perfect, but you and Changbin were pretty close. It was the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in. You felt so loved, and you were so in love. You supported one another. He trusted you. 

“How was work?” he moved the eggs in the pan glancing over to you.

“Long and boring” you laughed, stretching your achy bones. Twelve hours on your feet at the bar was never a good time, but busy nights paid the bills. “You were asleep when I got home. How’d the meetings go?”

“Long and boring” he mimicked your response, a cheeky smile on his face. He’d been busy ever since he took over his parents company as vice president, he never had any complaints, he loved his parents and was surprisingly very good at business management, and being VP took off some of the stress since his sister was appointed president. She ruled with an iron fist so he just needed to back her up. 

But because of his busy schedule you hadn’t had a lot of alone time with him lately. 

“Stop looking at me like that” he smirked, not looking away from the food. His biceps flexed as he moved the frying pan. He could practically feel you gazing at him. 

You crossed your legs and bit down on your lower lip. Your eyes darkening, taking him in. His sweatpants low on his hips, his tank top showing off his muscular arms, his bed head still mused from last night.

He took in a sharp breath catching how you squeezed your thighs together in his peripheral. “Behave Baby” his voice warning.

“Make me” you smirked, your fingertips dancing down your thigh, playfully dragging the hem of your t-shirt upwards. 

He turned off the heat and gave you a stern look. “You’re always challenging me”

“Only when I don’t get enough attention” you grinned, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into you. He placed his hands on your plush thighs, giving it a little squeeze before pushing upwards and massaging your skin. 

“I was trying to be a gentleman” he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear, his fingers looping under the waistband of your panties, tugging you against him. 

You laughed and played with the hair on his nape. “I don’t recall asking you to be” you groaned as he bit your lip taking you into a kiss before dropping to his knees. He pulled your panties down your thighs roughly while kneading at your breast through your t-shirt. Hooking your thigh over his shoulder, his tongue dove in. You gasped, raking your hand through his dark hair. Your body shivering and goose bumping from his touch. It wasn’t just the way his tongue teased your clit it was how he touched you. How he gripped your thighs with absolute purpose. Changbin was always so gentle with you, he was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend but when he took you. That gentleness was long forgotten. 

He looked up at you, wiping the slick from his mouth. That cocky, shit eating grin gracing his lips. He lifted you in his arms almost too easily before carrying you over to the couch and tossing you down. 

“Couldn’t make it to the bedroom?” you bit your lip watching him strip out of his shirt. 

“I’m gonna fuck you on every surface from here to the bedroom” he lifted your t-shirt over your head. He grabbed the back of your head, bunching your hair in his fist. “You’re the one who started it”

“I did” you were practically beaming as he guided your mouth to the bulge in his sweats.

“You gonna help me out Baby?” he cooed letting you lick him through the sweatpants. He watched as you pulled down his boxers and took him into your mouth. Your head bobbing along his length as your pace quickened. His low guttural groan was music to your ears. He grabbed your freehand stopping you from rubbing the circles on your clit. “No Baby, that’s mine. I’ll take care of you later” he helped move your head a little faster. His breaths getting sharper as you became needier. He slammed your head a little harder, fucking your mouth. “Good girl” he rubbed his thumb across your cheek lovingly as he came harder. You watching his every move as you swallowed.

He sat down on the couch, pulling you on to his lap roughly. “C’mere” he whispered against your lips. You chased his kiss, whining as he pulled away and bucking your hips harder. “Binnie….” you moaned running your nose against his, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Fuck...please”

“Mmm beg some more Baby” he gripped your hips, grinding your dripping core against him. “Tell me what you want” he bit down on your earlobe snapping his hips playfully against yours.

Pulling back you gazed into his eyes, spreading yourself. “I wanna feel you inside me...please”

And hearing your sweet voice beg him, seeing the want on your face, your lips bruised from the kisses, cheeks warm from his teasing. You just looked so fuckable. “That’s my girl…” he lifted you up, pumping his cock before guiding it in you, letting you sink down nice and slowly. Your arched your chest against him, gripping his shoulders to steady you as he filled you inch by inch. 

Despite being together for so long you never stopped being amazed at just how much he stretched you out. Your eyes practically rolling back at his size. “Binnie…” you panted softly as he started to move his hips. Slow teasing, rhythmic thrusts became rough snaps in no time. His eyes watching how you lost control for him, how your breast bounced with him. The way your voice strained to say his name. The way you’d desperately grab his fingers when you were close.

How you were his everything. 

Perhaps he was a little too distracted with how comfortable he was that morning. He lost himself in you, and his post sex cuddling and almost forgot that he had a meeting scheduled. It took absolutely everything in him to sum up the energy to leave your arms. “Baby~” he whined as he gave you a kiss goodbye and you continued to pepper kisses on his lips. “I gotta go, Noona is gonna kill me if I’m late”

“Fine” you pout, pulling away. He frowned seeing your pout and giving you another kiss. 

“I love you, I’ll see you later tonight” he grinned, taking in your form one last time before he left. 

“Love you more~” your voice bliss-ed out and tired as the door finally shut behind him. He smiled to himself hearing your sleepy voice. He loved your habit of saying love you more. In the beginning of your relationship he would argue about it, but he learned it was just your way of showing affection. It brought comfort to you, and that in itself brought comfort to him. 

Changbin hadn’t even been at work for a whole hour before his sister pissed him off. Normally he never even fought with her, they were the perfect duo to run the company and he’d usually comply with her ridiculous request but he was drawing the line here. “Noona! No, I’m not doing it” He huffed crossing his arms and shooting his sister a glare. 

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Binnie please don’t throw a temper tantrum, consider this part of your work responsibilities. It’s this Saturday and it’s rude to cancel. She is an heiress” she flipped through the morning paperwork. 

“You’re asking me to cheat on my girlfriend” 

“Relax, I’m asking you to go to an arranged marriage meeting. Just go, be polite, and tell her no.” She skimmed the paperwork making notes. “She’s the only daughter of our biggest investor all her parents want is for you to meet her” She set down her folder. “You have to be cordial and not make bad blood between business partners.”

“Then why do I have to go if it’s cool if I just reject her”

“Turns out she has a little crush and just really wants to meet you, something about you being nice to her at a banquet a while ago. She’s the one who requested the meeting” she gave him a smile. “Binnie, I know you love your girlfriend, and honestly I like her a lot. You guys are really cute.” she leaned her head on her hand. “Just be honest and tell her you have to do it for work, and there’s nothing to worry about.” 

She got up, her heels clicking as she walked to the door. “I’m doing this so Mom and Dad don’t get involved. They seem to think you’re settling because you don’t meet other suitors, I’m running damage control to show to them that you are not settling and you’re happy with your girlfriend, while meeting with requests”

“Noona I don’t want to hurt my girlfriend...I love her”

“I know Binnie but you also have a job to do. And if you don’t tell her it seems like you’re hiding something so just be honest”

Changbin spent the whole day agonizing about it. Telling you seemed a lot easier than done. It wasn’t that you were ever open about your insecurities but he could tell. He could tell that his wealth bothered you. It wasn’t that you loved him for his money, you loved him despite it. You’d always been so independent and a hard worker you never expected his big lavish gifts, you loved his acts of kindness more. 

And although you never said it, he could tell you were intimated by the money, the company, he’d catch little moments of your insecurity that you tried to hide with a smile.

“Binnie?” you waved your hand in front of him bringing his attention back to you. “I said I talked to my mom. She's looking forward to us coming to visit them this Saturday? They missed you” you smiled at him before taking a spoonful of soup in your mouth. 

“Oh Saturday...I have a meeting that morning, I’m sorry”

“Oh no worries, next time then”  you glanced at him from your glass and frowned. Ever since he got home from work he’s had this furrow in his brows. Like he was thinking too hard, not to say that it never happened he was usually just a lot more vocal on things that bothered him. It wasn’t like him to deal with stress in silence. “Baby, did you have a bad day at work? Is that why you’re working this weekend?”

“Something like that… My sister arranged a meeting Saturday morning and I can’t get out of it.”

“It’s ok, it can’t be helped if it’s for work right?”

“Right” he gave you a half smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before squeezing your hand. “I love you”

You laughed at how serious it felt. “I know Binnie, I love you more” But there was just something about his expression that didn’t sit well with you. Lately it almost felt like a proposal was coming at any moment. There was just this sparkle and warmth to him that he radiated. And here it was a lovely evening between the two of you in a nice restaurant with a gorgeous view, and you just knew that thing on his mind wasn’t a proposal. 

He took a deep breath and glanced up at you calling your name gently, almost too timidly. 

“Binnie isn’t this soup delicious, good job picking this place it’s so perfect” the words spilled out faster than you could react. There was just something so forlorn about his tone, your anxiety spiked. It almost felt like he was going to break up with you so you interrupted him, distracted him with the dinner and hiding behind the biggest smile you could muster.

He smiled and nodded, taking a bite of the soup. “It’s perfect”

The truth was, he didn’t want you to worry for nothing. Telling you about an arranged marriage meeting, when he had all intents of rejecting her seemed like it was going to make you worry and anxious. He didn’t want you to doubt him, and he didn’t want you to have to suffer.

He was going to deal with this on his own. 

There was no need to worry you. 

After dinner the two of you returned to your apartment. Neither of you address the awkward tension that just lingered in the air. Your own insecurities eating at both of you, and neither of you willing to be the one to acknowledge the mood. 

You rolled onto your side, watching as he read over emails on his phone. His smile tugged as he glanced at you. “Yes Baby?” you cuddled closer to him, letting your head rest on his chest.

“I love you more…” you whispered before pressing a kiss to his neck. It had to be your imagination. There was nothing wrong, you loved him and he still loved you and that was all that mattered. 

You could tell by the way he touched you that he still loved you.

To Be Continued

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