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[bbokicidal]

I see that your requests are open 😏

Hear me out...

Virgin!felix who has never felt the touch of a women who is a stumbling stuttering idiot arund you who keeps embarrassing himself

My humiliation kink is wild and there are not enough fics to satisfy me 😔

Okay do with this as you will lovely I trust your beautiful brain :))

Shy!Virgin!Felix Headcanons ;

Warnings: Teasing, Felix being shy about his virginity, Dom!Reader, Subby!Lix

Virgin!Felix who doesn't even admit to you right away that you're his first girlfriend because he thinks it's a bit embarrassing. The guys tease him about it relentlessly, so what's stopping you from doing the same?

Virgin!Felix who acts like a fuckboy but is actually so giggly and shy when it comes to you being around. He's constantly keeping his hands to himself until further in the relationship when he knows he wants to try and play it off - He'll start putting his hand on your side or hip and in his head he thinks he's so slick, but you know.

Virgin!Felix who is just so enamored with you. You're so pretty in his eyes, so beautiful and ethereal and he wants nothing more than to be able to show you how much he adores you - but even just a kiss is hard to get out of him unless you make the first move. He's just too shy.

Virgin!Felix who feels lowkey so guilty at night when he jerks his cock thinking about you. Picturing your pretty face and hands as if they were on his dick instead of his own - wanting to imagine your mouth around him and how good it would feel but not being able to because he's never received head before.

Virgin!Felix who gets choked up whenever you flirt with him, even though you're dating. He'll turn pink in the cheeks and rub at his face in embarrassment, giggly but shy about it all.

Virgin!Felix who actually chokes when you whisper in his ear asking if he wants a quickie before he goes on stage one night. He's beet red, stiff as a board where he stands and yet melting under the touch of your hand on his chest because it just feels so nice.

Virgin!Felix who's rock hard by the time your hand reaches his waistband, slipping into his briefs to tug at his cock until he's whimpering in your ear. His back hits the door as he stumbles, letting you follow and hold onto him so you stick close. And all the while you don't let your movements stop, thumb sliding over his leaking tip and eventually pausing to let him cum in your palm.

Virgin!Felix who comes so fast and so easy because 1.) he's never done this with anyone else before, and 2.) it's you.

Virgin!Felix who is far too shy to ask for it again in the future - but will hint at it by wearing less clothing around the house, or pressing closer during movie nights. He'll sit back on the sofa in early mornings and let you put your hands on him all you want, or lay back in bed as you disappear under the comforter to suck his cock until he's crying from overstimulation.

Virgin!Felix who really, really likes having others around when it happens. Specifically dinner dates - going out with Minho and Changbin and letting you jerk him off under the table until he's shivering and they're slowly catching on, or movie nights where you're rubbing your palm over his groin under the blanket while he bites his lip to stifle moans.

Virgin!Felix who won't admit it, but gets off on the way you whisper to him how he's so easy. How his cum leaks from his tip just three strokes in, or how you've barely even touched him and he's already shivering. He likes the way you tease him when his hips jut upward to try and chase your hand, or how his mouth hangs open each time you kiss him because all he wants is your tongue in his throat.

Virgin!Felix who is so in love with you and the way you take care of him that it's unreal.

Bonus ;

Pussy-Drunk!Felix who can't stop shaking after you've pulled his fourth orgasm from him the first evening you two have sex. He's laying in the sheets trying to catch his breath, sweating with hair sticking across his freckles and eyes lidded. You'd not only jerked him off, gave him head, and sat on his face - but you'd made him lay still and let you ride him until he was actually crying and begging you to let him come inside your gummy walls. And if you did it again; Lord - He wasn't sure he would survive.

[toms-cherry-trees]

Safe In Your Arms || Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary:  There is only one person whom the Prince can find comfort with

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+, lactation kink, mommy kink, p in v sex, handjob, edging and denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), implications that Aegon was beaten as a child, Aegon being a sad little meow meow, minor character death,

Author’s Note:  First time writing Aegon y'all!. But this idea had taken root in my brain and had to be delivered. Thank for to my lovely honorary wifey @aemondsbabe for brainstorming with me and giving me the seal of approval at an ungodly hour. I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @fairysluna

The embrace catches you by surprise, a pair of strong arms circling your waist and a nose nuzzling your neck, inhaling deeply the scent of your skin. A large hand cups the round weight of your breast, clumsy fingers unsuccessfully trying to undo the buttons of your servant’s dress. The other lays flat against your belly, pushing your body flush against the prince standing behind you. You try to halt his movements, eyes darting around the nursery to ensure your privacy, even though you knew the children have gone out to the Godswood with the Queen and Princess Helaena. Still, you need to make sure no prying eyes will come across you two. You will not be the first servant the prince laid with, nor the last, but gossip would spread nonetheless if Aegon is found being so amorous with his children’s wetnurse.

He has already opened the first two buttons when you decide to stop him, gentle but firm fingers holding his own and pressing his hand against your heart. A small groan of discontent escapes his lips, and you can picture the scowl in his face without looking at him. He complies and abandons his efforts, but doesn't let go of your body, keeping you caged on a grip tighter than usual. You two linger like that for a few moments, surrounded by a comfortable silence. You could stay like that, but you know that something particularly bad has to occur for him to seek you during the day and with such desperation.

“My Prince?” You try to crane your neck to lay eyes on him, but he only groans again and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing featherlight kisses to your flesh. You feel dampness on your skin, like tears dropping slowly from his lashes.

With a bit of struggle you turn around, still trapped in his arms. You try to make him look up but he refuses, hidden into you like a cranky child. Over time you have learned how to read him, as easily as an open book laid out before your eyes. He has his way with words to brazenly flirt, jest and argue, but never to express his feelings, especially when they overwhelm him. He just tries to show with actions what his mouth refuses to say. 

Tenderly, like you would do to one of the children in your care, you force him to look up and meet your gaze. Red rims his eyes, violet pupils glossed over with unshed tears, the imprint of a slap still fresh and inflamed upon his cheek. You need not ask to know he has once more been caught in an altercation with his grandsire and mother, one in which he stood no chance. He never has a chance against them and the great plans they have for him, plans in which he has no say nor desire.

“Go to your bedchamber” You murmur quietly, two fingers pressing against his lips to stifle the protest that has already formed “I will be there shortly.”

Begrudgingly he drops his arms, quietly exiting the nursery, shoulders slumped and gaze downcast. You quickly finish your current duties, instructing another maid to cover for you as you make way to his chambers as discreetly as possible, excuses ready upon your lips should someone question your presence away from the children. But no one looks at you twice amidst the hustle and bustle of the Keep, and you find his door unguarded and unlocked.

Aegon has already thrashed the bed in a fit of anger, the blankets scattered around it while he lays under a sheet, still fully dressed and shoes still on. He clings to a pillow like a child to a beloved toy, although by the way he does it, so tight his hands touch his own arms, you think he is trying to actually hug himself, give himself some of the love he rarely got. You sit by his side, a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. He takes your hand, fingers tight around your wrist as he brings it up to his face, pressing your soft palm to his reddened cheek. He closes his eyes, and you notice yet more tears beading on his lashes, and the characteristic wobble of his lower lip. 

“Let’s get you comfortable, yes?” Soft tone and gentle words, a speech used many times before with him. You have been there a plethora of times with him drunk, hungover, crying, covered in spilled wine and his own waste. And time after time you have cleaned him, changed his clothes and dried his tears. You have snuck his soiled sheets and clothes to the laundresses, since you know his maids report his every word and action back to his mother, and you want nothing more than to spare him to the best of your abilities from his elders’ wrath.

Some nights he clings to your body desperately, his fingers digging on your hips as he begs you to stay. And you comply, unwilling to pile more sorrow on him and incapable of denying anything to those wide, sad eyes. 

He doesn’t say word, but you don’t need any to heed his call for help. You undress him easily, unbuttoning his doublet and undoing the laces of his breeches, leaving his clothes carefully folded on a nearby chair, the boots neatly by the side. When he remains in only his linen shirt and smallclothes, you put the bed together around him, tucking the sheets and smoothing the blankets as you quietly sing a lullaby, the same you use to put his twins to bed every night. It has the same calming effect on him as it had on them; the soothing of your voice halting his tears and making him relax his posture as he lets himself be cared for and pampered by your tenderness. 

Once he has settled comfortably, you lay by his side. Aegon immediately scoots closer to you, his head burrowed against your bosom and one arm draping around your waist. You trace his swelling cheekbone with featherlight touch. Whoever has slapped him has put quite a lot of anger into it, most likely his grandsire. It is not the first time things have gotten physical between them, and most certainly not the last. It seems the Hand thinks he can beat his grandson into the Prince he wants him to be.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” Aegon often chooses to seek comfort and just push his problems to the back of his mind, but you still encourage him to voice his woes. More often than not he prefers to remain silent, but you always offer him the space to speak freely and without consequences should he want to. To know he won’t be judged or chastised, and he will only be met with the tenderness he deserves.

Long seconds linger in absolute silence before his voice breaks through, weak and constricted “They have found me a bride”

You only nod, not needing to ask more. Ever since Aegon’s first wife had passed, scarcely 3 nights after the birth of their twins, his grandsire and mother had pushed him to pursue another wife, a lady from a strong House to garner their support when the time came. Originally his mother had wanted him to marry Helaena, to strengthen his claim to the throne, but then the King intervened. The only time he put his foot down instead of letting his council rule on his behalf, and he did it to betroth Aegon to a branched out lady of House Velaryon, while promising Helaena to Aemond. While the siblings’ marriage flourished, Aegon found himself tied before the Gods to a woman he couldn’t love, to the extent it took 6 years for them to conceive, and she only lived enough to name them. 

At your silence, Aegon clings tighter to your body, his freshly blossoming tears dampening the front of your dress “I don’t want to, they can’t make me” His sniffs, and you notice him pressing his lips tightly together to force himself to be quiet.

You shush him, smoothing back his damp hair “You have to, sweetling. You are a Prince, and you have duties to your mother and family” Your words make him tense again, fisting your dress as he exhales loudly through his nose. 

“I have no duties, I am not the heir, I am just a failure they are stuck with. I’ve done everything they wanted of me, and still my mother won’t ever look at me with pride” Another conversation had one and a thousand times. As the firstborn male, all eyes turned to him when the King’s health began to fail, and even though he still lingers, he hangs only by a very fine thread. And the Hand has everything prepared to land the crown upon his own bloodline, whether his grandson wants to or not. And he most certainly doesn’t want to. 

You don’t argue, knowing that any attempt of contradicting him would only circle you back to the same arguments. You only let him speak, let it all escape his chest. But he has few words that day. There’s not much to say that has not been said already.

“Father never loved me. Grandsire only sees me as something at his disposal to use at convenience. Mother does not love me any more than what she is obliged to” His eyes meet yours, wide and adorable and terribly sad “I only have you. Just you. If they make me marry I won’t let you go. You cannot abandon me” His words carry an urgency and fear you hadn’t heard on him before. A deeply rooted terror of losing the only person who has not touched him with violence

You press tender kisses to his forehead, your touch gentle and warm “You will always have me, sweet boy. To the end of times. If they send you to the end of the world, I will be right behind you, taking care of you. If they put you on the throne, I will be at your feet as your most loyal servant”

Those reassuring words coax a smile out of him, a smile only meant for you. It is not often these days that Aegon is seen smiling, only in rare instances when he is with his children or with Sunfyre. All the others are reserved just for you. 

Another comfortable silence lingers between you two, eyes locked with one another as your fingers card through his blonde tresses, his breath becoming a little sharper every time you accidentally tug on a knot. His hands snake up your front, stopping just in the curve of your breasts as he waits for your permission. You easily undo the very first button, allowing him the pleasure of doing the rest. 

It takes him no time to have the front fully unbuttoned, pushing the fabric away to reach the object of his desire. The dazzled look he gets on his face whenever he stares at your bare breasts never fails to amuse you, as if he is staring at the most wonderful thing the world has to offer. His lips quickly find home around your perked nipple, releasing a satisfied sigh as he suckles at your milk, his hand cupping the free breast and massaging it lovingly, swiping his thumb over the hardened peak. You let out a content sigh, settling comfortably on the pillows as you watch Aegon nurse enthusiastically, barely stopping to breathe. 

It had been after one of his many nights out that he first found comfort that particular way. Smelling of cheap perfume, even cheaper spirits and covered in vile things you didn’t wish to identify he had returned, and once more you had been by his side, putting his broken pieces back together and trying to not let his cracks be seen by the world the next morning. His hands had roamed your body, as they often did, a touch you glady allowed; he had never once done one thing you didn’t let him do, not even while being so deep in his cups he couldn’t say his own name. He had rested his face against your bare chest, inhaling deeply the musk of your skin while he toyed absently with your breast. A sharp pinch to your nipple had coaxed out some droplets of milk, which he collected on his thumb and brought to his lips. He repeated the process several times before crossing eyes with you, searching your face for any sign of rejection, but you only smiled and helped him get comfortable in your lap as he latched onto your breast for the first time. Nothing could quite calm him like that afterwards.

The prince at your breast lets out small sounds of satisfaction and content sighs as he grips your flesh tenderly, massaging it to coax more of the rich liquid to come down. At first you think he is relaxing and perhaps close to falling asleep, but then you notice his free hand down his body, palming his erection over the sheet. His teeth graze the engorged bud of your nipple ever so delicately, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Heat starts to pool in your lower belly, accompanied by a growing dampness between your thighs. You rub them together discreetly, seeking some form of friction as you continue to watch Aegon clumsily touch himself, trying to balance his need for pleasure with the attention he is lavishing upon your tits. 

His whines take a desperate edge while he humps his own hand, his movements faltering since he doesn't know where to focus. Instinctively your hand moves slowly down his torso and under the sheets; you gently push his away and wrap your fingers around his length, giving a few tentative pumps.

“Do you want Mommy to take care of this?”

Both of you stop for a moment, eyes wide, and he even drops your breast in shock. He had very occasionally called you ‘mommy’, mostly ironically when you had ordered him around, or more intimately when you did certain things like tug on his hair or grip him a bit tighter. But you had never used the term that way, and by the way his cock throbs in your hand, the idea excites him as much as it does you. You give him a firm squeeze, making him jump on the bed

“I asked you something, sweet boy. I taught you how to use your words. Do you want Mommy to take care of your problem?”

Aegon swallows visibly, eyes still wide. His lips move rapidly, but no sound comes out other than a pathetic mumbling as he tries to unscramble his brains. He finally gives up and just nods, looking up pleadingly. But you don’t cave in and give him a firmer squeeze, earning a whimper from him

“Words” You say firmly, but without sounding too harsh. You don’t want to take him too far and make him scared. But you are also deeply curious on how far you can take this little jest. 

It seems to take all his strength to push out every word “Yes Mommy, please” He sounds so small and defenceless, bordering on innocence. If you didn’t know him much better you would believe him a man that has rarely laid with women. 

Encouraged, you stroke his hard cock slowly, swiping your thumb across the leaking head to gather the already forming drops and smearing them down his length. Aegon’s hands are everywhere, on your face, on your breasts, on your shoulders, pushing the rest of your dress out of the way to free more of your skin. He grips your hips, squeezes your thighs, seeks in your body an anchor to life as his face scrunches in pleasure. His breaths become ragged and you see his abdominal muscles tensing as he approaches climax. But as soon as you feel the familiar twitching you let go of him, your hand resting on the curve of his thigh. 

His eyes shoot open and he half sits, staring at you with a mix of desperation and indignation. He whimpers quietly, shifting his hips to try and get under your delicious touch again, but you slap his thigh gently to keep him still.

“No moving. Mommy is taking care of you and you don’t move unless I say so.” Your tone is low, whispering the words as you press your forehead against his, gazes locked on each other. The black of his eyes has widened, making the purple seem darker, and the tears have dried at last. All that remains is lust mixed with submission, all of it just for you.

You gently caress his stones, watching in amusement as gooseflesh spreads across his skin at the touch, his legs instinctively spreading wider to grant you better access. You trace your index up his length, following the path of the throbbing vein prominent on the underside of his cock, while he fists the sheets, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You lean down to kiss him, letting him drown his moans against your welcoming mouth when you finally pump him, keeping the pace steady.

Again you stop just seconds before he reaches climax, earning an even more desperate whimper from him.

“Mommy, please, it hurts, I want to-” His words are cut short when your free hand takes hold of a fistful of his hair, just enough to feel the pull in his scalp. The moan comes from the depths of his chest when you brush your lips against his ear.

“Are you a good boy? A good boy for Mommy?” 

He nods eagerly, his hands cupping your face to keep you close.

“I will be good Mommy. Please, please it hurts” His eyes gloss over, and his lower lip trembles again. He looks so pretty you struggle in your heart to carry on with this little game, even though he seems to enjoy it. And you are enjoying it too, so much you feel is unfair you are missing out on the best part.

You pull away just enough to drop your dress to the side, your smallclothes following suit. With Aegon flat on his back, it is easy for you to straddle his hips, letting the head of his cock snuggle in your slick folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when you rock your hips, gliding the heat of your cunt along his length. You take a slow pace, dragging out the moment as much as possible. But while you are in no rush to finish, Aegon is in a desperate hurry, pushing against your hips and mewling desperately to urge you on. When he tries to grab your hips you smack his hand away and lean in, so close your breaths mingle. 

“Stay still, sweet boy. You don’t want Mommy to get angry and leave you like this, do you now?”

“But Mommy” He pants heavily, beads of sweat gathering in his temples “I need it, please. I will be good. I need to be inside you. Please” 

You click your tongue, a smirk pulling at your lips. You smooth back his hair and press a kiss to his hairline, an almost soothing touch.

“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. But you have to keep being good and do as you are told, sweetling. If you are extra good, Mommy will let you spend inside her” 

With that promise in mind, Aegon does his best to stay still, but you don’t make it easy for him. The rhythm is tantalisingly slow, coming to a halt every time you or him get too close to climax. His desperation grows to uncharted levels, fingers digging on the mattress, fists so tight on the sheets his knuckles turn white, lip bitten so strongly between his teeth it leaves an imprint. Tears bead in the corners of his beautiful eyes and roll down, dampening the sheet underneath. When you stop for the umpteenth time and a sob racks his chest, you know he’s ready.

You sit back on your haunches and watch him carefully. His hair is toussled from how much he has trashed on the bed, his face puffy and tear streaked, the flush of his cheeks spreading down to his chest. His cock is angrily red and leaky, impossibly hard and coated in your juices. Every muscle on his body is tense like a bowstring ready to fire. You touch his taut abs, rubbing the aching muscles soothingly.

“You have been such a good boy for Mommy, so good. You deserve your prize” 

The moan he releases as you line his cock with your entrance, sinking slowly until he is buried to the hilt, has surely been heard throughout the entire Keep. Encased in your tight heat, it takes no more than a few rocks of your hips for him to peak, back arching off the mattress dramatically as he screams his release to the vaulted ceilings, painting your walls with his spend. But you are not quite there yet. You continue to ride him, now at a dizzying pace, chasing your own release. His whines reach a new high, having barely time to recover from his groundbreaking climax. His abused cock is almost too sensitive to touch, and the drag of your cunt around him feels like fire climbing up his spine; the most deliciously tortuous fire. 

Your hips and thighs begin to ache from the exertion, but you are so close, and seeing your sweet Prince so ruined it's definitely spurring you on. You shift your angle just a bit, so the head of his cock brushes against a certain spot inside you that makes you feel like you can touch the stars, all while your fingers circle your neglected pearl. It takes no more than a few thrusts before you climax, your walls tightening around him and somehow drawing out a second peak from him, even though you are sure he doesn’t have much more left to give you. You ride out your release, halting only when the burning on your thighs becomes too much to ignore. 

You slide off and lay next to Aegon, who appears to still be waiting for his soul to return to his body. His eyes are wide, some stray tears still rolling, his breaths heavy and slow. When he whines quietly and turns to you, you reward him with a sweet smile and a tender, brief kiss upon the lips. Aegon snuggles into you, just like he likes it best, his face buried in your cleavage as he catches his breath. You rub his back in slow, soothing circles; he closes his eyes, his lips seeking and finding your nipples once more

While he suckles you lean closer, tracing his features with your fingertip

“You were such a good boy. So good for me. Mommy is so proud of you” 

The gentle praise goes straight to his heart, that much you can tell in the way he hugs you with his entire body and the upward turn of the corner of his mouth. You know he is tired, and perhaps his body is urging him to sleep. But to do that he needs one last little nudge

“Mommy will always be with you, my sweet Prince”

[sgojoenthusiast]

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➸ DAY THREE: BREAK-IN. ✧.* toji fushiguro x reader

summary: During yet another fight with your boyfriend, you hear strange noises coming within your new apartment - but don't worry, it's just toji fushiguro breaking and entering to steal your things and fuck your brains out.

cw: fem reader, breaking in, mentions of a toxic relationship, cheating, your boyfriend's a dickhead who cheated first, that doesn't mean i condone cheating tho, mirror sex, fingering, p in v, perv toji, he steals ur underwear, age gap, reader is like early twenties and toji is late thirties, 'slut', 'princess', 'sweetheart', toji takes a video of you and sends it to your boyfriend, i might have forgotten something so please let me know.

word count: 4.9k likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy. masterlist

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You lay in the bed of your new apartment in nothing but your boyfriend’s shirt as you texted mindlessly on your phone, not paying any attention to whatever was going on around you but, why would that matter? You were in the comforts of your own apartment and your own room, right? Wrong.

If you hadn’t been paying attention to your boyfriend starting, yet another, argument over text, you might have heard the rustling of items behind your walls.

In your defence, there was a lack of movement or footsteps to be heard. The way Toji moved was inaudibly and stealthily, looking for anything that may be of a rich value.

Unfortunately for him, you had just moved in, so most of your belongings were in boxes, making it significantly harder for him to silently rummage through.

Toji wandered about your apartment purposefully, stumbling upon a framed picture of you and your boyfriend. On one hand, you were smiling gleefully, looking at your boyfriend as though he had galaxies packed away in his eyes. On the other, however, he was looking away, an expression of boredom painted on his face.

Toji couldn’t help but scoff, if he had pulled someone as hot as you, he’d be the one taking the pictures and having them be the first pieces of decor he hung in his apartment, smiling genuinely and showing you off proudly.

Stupidly, he had the amazing idea of knocking the picture frame off the mantle it stood on and ‘accidentally’ stamping on it. Truthfully, he had zero reason to do that. The only things he knew about you was what he had found out pre-breaking into your home, you could’ve been the misery of your relationship causing your boyfriend to appear so unhappy.

Yet, from the way your eyes sparkled to innocently and full of a need to prove yourself, he could immediately tell that wasn’t the truth.

Upon hearing your confused footsteps reaching your bedroom door, Toji panicked and darted for your bathroom.

Dumb thing. He thought. Who in their right mind’s first instinct when they hear a possible intruder is to step outside to check it out, completely defenceless, and without bringing your phone?

You looked around your apartment warily, creaking your door open a touch aiming to see if anyone was outside. “Hello?”

No reply.

Noticing the fallen picture frame, you sighed, walking out to put it back in its place before heading back to your room with relief painted on your face.

Toji let out a breath of ease, relaxing after hearing your door slam shut but not taking any chances of leaving the bathroom so soon. 

Looking around, he noticed your washing basket and smirked. A pair of lacy, pink panties sat at the top of the pile, practically begging for him to shove them into his pocket - and who was he to refuse? His dick twitched in his pants, yet he paid no attention as he pressed his ear against the door aiming to hear whether you were still out there.

Once he was positive that you were back in your room, he grabbed his bag and gently pushed the door open.

It was strange, he’d only ever seen a dull picture that depicted your sad relationship of you, yet he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind, specifically, the image of you bouncing on his cock endlessly and wrapping your lips around his dick. He’d hardly heard your voice, yet he could hear your moans so perfectly. He was perfectly able to picture your body in such lewd, shameless positions even though you had no idea he existed.

Toji was a man driven by two things, his heart which yearned for wealth and fortune, and his dick which yearned for women like you.

He tried to push away his disgusting thoughts, yet they were overwhelming. He scolded himself mentally, who fantasises over a woman they’ve never locked eyes with? Toji felt truly pathetic. 

Over in your room, you sniffled painfully, reading the recent messages from your boyfriend, who was blaming you for the fact that he had cheated. Despite this, you were still wasting all your effort apologising. Eventually, he would want you back, once he was bored with the girl he had cheated with, however, you still cared for him nevertheless. 

Your throat was tired from all the crying, so you decided to exhaustively move out of bed to grab a drink, your feet were light on the floor, hardly making a sound - and hardly warning Toji of your upcoming presence.

By the time he had realised you were coming, your door was half way coming and you had already caught a glimpse of his broad, noticeable figure. 

When Toji’s cold eyes met your fearful ones, his heart began to pound with swarms of different emotions. Firstly, he felt annoyed with himself for not noticing that you were coming until it was too late. He also felt nervous that he had fucked up the robbery, yet confident that he could twist himself out of the situation he had put himself in. 

Yet, there was another part of him that caused his heart to stop, not with annoyance or nervousness, but with an infatuation with the fearful look in your teared up eyes. An obsession with the way your thighs looked from peeking out under your shirt. He couldn’t take his eyes off you - you looked so much better than the photo on the mantle. 

You were frozen in your space. Your mind was flooded with questions. How didn’t you hear him? How long has he been here for? Did he knock the photograph down? Why couldn’t you take your traitorous eyes off his body which looked as though it had been sculpted by gods? Why on Earth was there that familiar ache in between your legs when you looked at him? 

Realistically, the best thing to do in this scenario when you’re defenceless facing a man who could, most likely, take you out with only a finger, would be to scream. However, your throat had gone even more dry than before and you felt like you couldn’t use your voice - even if you wanted to.

Of course you wanted to, a man had just broken into your apartment and was carrying a bag full of what was probably your stuff, judging by the open boxes you were certain you had taped shut. Also, even despite your initial lustful thoughts, you were committed to your boyfriend 

Your boyfriend who hadn’t picked up his phone in a while, even though you were mid-trying to sort things out between the two of you and salvage whatever was left of your relationship, probably because he was having sex with the same woman you were arguing about. 

Both of you just stared at each other for a while, trying to find words.

You were the first to speak up. “You need to leave, my boyfriend will be here soon and I swear to god he’ll beat the shit out of you.” You attempted to intimidate.

Toji only tilted his head at you with a false look of comfort etched onto his features as he concealed his smile at how cute you were when you were trying to scare him off. “Hm, you’re boyfriend, huh?” He started making his way over to you at a leisurely pace. “He got nothin’ to do with how puffy your eyes look? Or why you’ve spent the entire time I’ve been here cryin’?”

His bold, yet truthful, assumptions startled you, and caused some sort of realisation to stir inside your mind. Now, you didn’t want to think negatively of your boyfriend. He used to be so sweet until his kind words turned bitter and his cute jealousy turned controlling and hypocritical, considering he’d sleep with whoever’s eyes would linger.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess, not like this so-called boyfriend of yours.”

Trying to keep your composure was the last thing on your mind. “You don’t know anything about me and my boyfriend, and don’t call me that.” You snapped at him, trying to defend your horrible excuse of a boyfriend, even if his words provided you with a sense of disturbing comfort. Toji only laughed and rolled his eyes. 

Testing his luck, he got closer and closer to you. “You’re right, I don’t. All I do know, is that if i was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t leave you alone in a new apartment in this shithole of a city to spend your entire night crying whilst ‘m off fuckin’ some other girl. I mean, that’s what he’s doing, right? Haven’t heard your phone go off in a while.”

You realised that this current moment, where a potentially dangerous man was standing in front of you ready to possibly kill you at any moment, was probably not an appropriate time to rethink every moment you ever spent with your boyfriend and to contemplate whether waiting for him to reply was the best thing for you. However, when even a potentially dangerous man can recognise the present toxicity of your relationship, it’s difficult not to. 

Even so, you couldn’t let your vulnerability slip through any cracks. Now, you were quite certain he wasn’t going to hurt you. In a strange way, he made you feel protected and that scared you slightly. Yet, the way he spoke to you, it gave you a sense of security you had never felt with your boyfriend.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess, not like this so-called boyfriend of yours.”

Truly, you believed him. Perhaps that's why you let your guard down.

“If you were my boyfriend, hm?” You tilted your head up at him, a seemingly innocent smile playing on your lips. “You don’t even know me, yet you’re already fantasising about being my boyfriend. Plus, I don’t even know your name.” 

This surprised Toji, though, he wasn’t going to deny that your newfound confidence was incredibly alluring. He took a couple more steps towards you without even knowing, like he was already caught in your trap. However, he already understood that he was addicted to you without even a single taste.

Toji replied with a curt, cold laugh. “It’s Toji, and you’re talking a lot for a woman who’s flirting with a criminal yet doesn’t even have the guts to break-up with her boyfriend.”

Neither of you had realised the close proximity between your bodies until the final syllable fell from Toji’s lips. You felt suffocated, yet not trapped. You couldn’t find your breath but in this moment, it was the last thing you needed when his lips were right there.

“Yet here you are, breaking into my house, clearly desperate to fuck me, and getting so pissed off at the sight of my boyfriend you broke the picture of us.” You deduced. “That is what happened, right?”

His lips twitched but the rest of his face remained stoic, refusing to portray any hidden emotion he was feeling.

“You’re just a pervy old man desperate for some pussy. The sight of me smiling with my boyfriend pissed you off that much, hm? And yet, I’m the slut flirting with a criminal.” 

Toji had you up against the wall in a matter of seconds, his hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to send the right signals.

“You proud of yourself, princess? Yeah? You enjoy riling me up, tryna get a reaction out of me?” Your lips were parted in a silent moan before they morphed into a victorious smirk. Toji barked out a humourless laugh. “Of course you do, this is the reaction you wanted, wasn’t it. You’re a fuckin’ slut princess, a bratty little girl begging to be put in her place. Now, you listen to me, okay? Go and wait for me in your room. You take off that shirt as well, alright?”

His grip on you loosened and he took a few short paces back. You nodded, and his sharp eyes followed you as you walked into your room and waited for him patiently, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Toji’s mind was plagued with second thoughts.

On one hand, he knew he had to fuck you the moment he saw you. He was plagued with infatuation and lewd thoughts of all the positions he’d see you in. On the other, this was not what he came here to do. It benefitted him little to fuck you mid-robbery instead of doing what he came here to do and making money off it. 

Pacing around your apartment, it took him no more than ten seconds to shove those thoughts away, knowing that you were waiting patiently for him in nothing but your underwear. He scolded himself mentally for getting distracted, dragging a hand frustratedly down his face, before opening your door and leaning against the doorframe. He smirked, taking your figure in and ran his tongue across his lips before beginning to make his way up to you.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your legs pressed together tightly due to the guilt swarming your entire body. You had a boyfriend, what were you doing sat half-naked in front of a man who had just broken into your house.

Toji walked up to you, his footsteps suddenly audible and heavy on your ears. The sound was intimidating, you felt like you couldn’t breathe in the moments that he was walking up to you. Each time the sound of his boots hit the ground, you heard the sound of shouting at you to get out and beg for your boyfriend’s forgiveness for even thinking of committing such a sinful act.

…Yet, your boyfriend had never made the feeling in between your legs so intense. And Toji knew this. 

“Your boyfriend don’t make you feel good enough, sweetheart? You gotta fuck a stranger who broke into your house instead?” He cooed, in a wicked and cunning way, like he tried to sound gentle, yet you could only hear the disgusting and lustful thoughts that were rotting his mind.

Nevertheless, you shook your head. You had admitted to the man that broke into your home that your boyfriend can’t even make you come. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you lowered your head in shame.

Disappointed, Toji tutted in disapproval, taking his index finger and placing it under your chin, raising your head to meet his displeased eyes.

“You keep your eyes on mine. You got that, sweetheart?” He chastised. His thumb parted your lips and he slipped it into your mouth, you complied, sucking gently as you nodded at his request, staring up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes.

Toji couldn’t believe his luck. How on Earth had he managed to conveniently break into your house? The moment his eyes met yours, his entire life, everything he had worked hard for, everything he cared about suddenly meant nothing. And now, as he watched you take his thumb into your mouth and sucked it whilst keeping eye contact, just like he had asked, he felt this obsession of his magnify by hundreds. He had no clue how he’d ever move on after this - but maybe he didn’t have to.

Just the thought of your (future) ex-boyfriend fumbling so hard made him want to laugh but also kill him for breaking your precious heart. Yet, there was no need to worry, as Toji was here to stitch it back up again and keep it for himself. How could someone be so stupid as to fuck up their chance with you? It confused him, pissed him off, yet excited him all at the same time.

Moving away from you, Toji went to sit in front of your headboard. He signalled for you to come over to him, to which you obeyed with little hesitation.

That's when Toji noticed the conveniently placed mirror in front of your bed. His reflection stared back at him, watching the smirk that invaded his face.

For the most part, your room was bland and messy, having just moved in. Toji couldn’t have thanked you enough for having put up your mirror right in time for him to fuck the life out of you infront of it.

“You put that shit there on purpose? Wanted to watch me fuck ya brains out, princess?” He questioned.

You were on all fours in front of him, one of your soft, smaller hands placed gently over his muscled thigh. Looking up at him, you smirked. You sat up so that you were now on your knees before shrugging at him with the sole purpose of winding him up. He rolled his eyes at you for what felt the one millionth time that night, yet that didn’t stop the genuine smile taking over his features.

He flipped you over with ease, so that you were sitting in between his legs and staring at him through the reflection of the mirror. 

Biting your bottom lip, Toji looked at you with eyes devoid of any signs of warmth or amiability, and yet all you could think to do was press your thighs together.

Toji began to kiss down your neck and towards your shoulder, before he got to the strap of your bra. “I don’t think we need this, do we princess?”

A soft moan fell from your lips at the feeling of his voice mumbling against your skin. His hand began to trail further down your body, and as he reached the hem of your panties, he snapped the fabric against your hip. “Or these.” He continued with that same, low voice that reverberated through your skin and sent your mind into a questionable, clouded state. You shook your head in agreement, and lifted your hips up to assist him as he took them off you, tossing them to the side before proceeding to do the same with your bra.

Neither of you wanted to wait any longer, both of you just as desperate as the other to feel one another.  “Can I touch you, princess?” He asked, though he could feel himself shaking from holding back. 

You could only spew out a mixture of yeses and his name whilst you nodded profusely, desperate for him to please you. And who was he to deny you? Not even a man with more dignity, respect and self restraint than him could say no to someone like you. 

Spreading your legs apart, he muttered lowly, “Fuck, princess, look at this pussy, all wet f’me.” You could see him smirking in the reflection of the mirror. Toji released his hold on your legs and grabbed your arms instead, replacing where his hands were previously with your own. “You keep your legs up and spread for me, okay? If they close, I won't be happy, sweetheart. You got that?”

You nodded, keeping your hands on the back of your legs, keeping them open for him. One of his hands snaked around and held onto yours, in order to make sure you didn’t close them. The other, however, ran up and down the fat of your thigh.

It moved across your stomach and past your breasts at a slow, torturous pace. Your pussy was aching and begging for him, for any kind of stimulation yet he carried on with a sinister smirk. Once he had reached your face, he cradled it gently, causing you to look up at him. He captured your lips into a slow kiss, used only as a distraction as the hand over yours moved towards your pussy before he broke away and dipped a harsh finger into your hole. You gasped at the unexpected sensation, so he took the opportunity to shove two of his thick fingers into your mouth.

Gagging slightly at the penetration, you looked up at him with blurry eyes. Your tongue moved around his fingers causing his dick to twitch in his pants. His face morphed into one of fascination and obsession. He couldn’t believe you were letting him fuck you and he’d be damned if he was going to let you go.

Removing his fingers from both your mouth and your pussy, he took the saliva coated fingers and ran them through your, already soaking cunt. You let out an alluring moan as your hips bucked up into his fingers. His other hand, went back to its previous position of helping you keep your legs spread open and up for him.

His fingers dragged through your folds and lightly grazed over your clit resulting in a whimper falling from your lips. “Please put them in.” You asked, voice shaky and whining, not far above a whisper.

“Well, seeing as though you asked so nicely, princess.” The tone of his voice was dripping with sarcasm and laced with mischief.

At once, he shoved two fingers deep inside your aching hole. The unexpectancy of him putting two in caused you to attempt to close your legs whilst you thrashed in his hold, moaning pathetically when he began to pump them slowly. 

Taking his spare hand, he slapped your thigh harshly. “The fuck did I tell ya about closing your fucking legs, princess?” 

Opening out your legs again, muttering a weak apology, Toji decided that he could no longer trust you to keep them open. Using both of his arms, he kept your legs spread as his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside of your hole. 

Now, when you stared up into the mirror, you could see both of Toji’s arms separating your legs from ever touching as one of his hands was preoccupied with bullying your hole and the other was toying with your clit. “Much better, ain’t it princess?” he laughed, his hands relentlessly bringing you closer to your orgasm. “Now, keep these pretty little eyes right on where I'm playing with ya cunt, understand? If you disappoint me again, I won’t be as nice.”

“Mkay Toji, I promise.” Your eyes stared into his, watching his scarred lip curl into a satisfied smile.

“Good girl, now let me play with this slutty pussy of yours.”

He began to kiss down your neck, yet his wicked eyes never left yours. Not even as he began sucking bruises onto your skin, claiming you as his own.

His fingers thrust themselves into you at a relentless pace, desperate to pull your orgasm from you and to make you feel the way he felt from just looking at you.

You couldn’t stop moaning in his hold. The feeling of his thick, long fingers plunging in and out of your aching cunt, reaching places you hadn’t ever been able to reach on your own, sent you spiralling, unable to think about anything other than his quick and skilled fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

Toji was in a trance as he watched his fingers pump into you and he wanted nothing more than to watch you cum on his fingers. 

His speed was unforgiving and otherworldly. Never had you felt so full and pleasured just from someone’s fingers, but then again, you had only ever been with your boyfriend who couldn’t even make you come with his dick.

Everything was too much. His thumb on your clit sending sparks through your entire body, his fingers thrusting deep inside of you, the sight of your pussy dripping and his strong arms between your legs in the reflection of the mirror. You couldn’t focus or breathe. It felt so amazing.

Soon, you were coming all over his fingers, your hips lifting in the air as you bucked up into his hand whilst you dripped over your sheets and his hand. You were ninety percent sure you’d never be able to go back to any other man or just your own hand after having a taste of his.

All guilt and regret left your body as you moaned and writhed in his grip.

Toji cursed as he watched your face contort with pleasure and your pussy clench around his fingers. If his cock wasn’t aching to be freed, he was positive he’d finger you like that for the rest of the night.

You collapsed, exhausted, in his arms. As you tried to catch your breath, Toji brought his own fingers to his lips and groaned as he tasted you. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna have to eat ya out another time, cause fuck do you taste good, but I really need to fuck you right now.”

You laughed, still breathless. “You planning on coming back then?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t plan on leaving you for a moment. You’re mine now, you got that princess?”

Before you could answer, he captures your lips in a kiss, but judging from the approving moan you let out against his lips, you had no issue with being his.

Toji grabbed your hips and lifted you over his lap so that you were now straddling him. 

Quickly, you removed his shirt and he was fast to take off his pants as well so that he sat underneath you as naked and vulnerable as you were.

Your eyes couldn’t remove themselves from his dick. It was so incredibly long, veiny and thick. The biggest you had ever seen. You were nervous to have him inside of you, but any fear was overshadowed by the immense desire to have him fuck you.

Despite you being on top, Toji had every bit of control. His hands were strong as they gripped securely onto your hips, grinding you against the tip of his dick. You whimpered slightly as your clit grazed his tip, still slightly overstimulated from your previous orgasm. However, this didn’t stop him from shoving his tip inside, causing you to whine slightly and moan out his name.

Slowly, he began to sheath his entire dick inside of you. Your hands reached for his hair and tugged gently. 

Once he was fully inside of you, he wasted no time in picking up the pace until he was bouncing on his cock at an unbearable speed. 

You felt completely fucked dumb as he bounced you up and down on his dick, your head unable to support itself so you buried it in his shoulder. Your moans and words were fragmented yet loud, unable to keep up with his pace.

Unexpectedly, your phone began to go off, and you both immediately knew who it was. Toji had stopped pummeling his cock in and out of you, causing you to push yourself up to look him in the eye.

“Jus’ ignore it, Toji. I don’t care ‘bout him anymore, just want your dick, please-”

Without warning, Toji flipped you both over. Now, you were underneath him with your leg propped up and his dick back inside of you. His entire demeanour had shifted, as though he had something more to prove despite having said it all already.

Grabbing your phone, he forced you to open it. He was still as he read the messages your soon-to-be ex was sending. His tongue rolled over his teeth in frustration and annoyance, before suddenly he opened up your camera and began to plunge his dick into you at a seemingly faster speed than before with your camera pointed at where his dick met your pussy.

He was only recording for a few seconds before he hit send, silenced your phone and shoved it back onto your bedside table.

You were too fucked-out to argue even if you wanted to. A small fraction of you felt some sort of satisfaction knowing you had gotten your revenge.

The other part of you was simply too focused on the feeling of his dick hitting that same spot within you relentlessly. 

Your leg was thrown over his shoulder, allowing him to bury himself far deeper than before. “Sh-shit! You feel tha, sweetheart? Feel me all deep inside of you, hm?”

You could barely form a coherent response other than a loud whine followed by: “So fuckin deep, Toji!”

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he stared at you through half lidded eyes. He adored this expression on your face and he adored the fact that he was the one causing it even more, so much so, that he was so close to falling off the edge.

“Gonna cum, princess.”

All it took was the feeling of you coming around his cock, your tight pussy squeezing him even tighter, sucking him in and reluctant to let him go, for him to pull out and finish over your chest, covering you in his cum.

This time, it was his phone that he grabbed from his trouser pockets from the side of your bed that he snapped a photo with, before he collapsed next to you.

Both of you were heaving, struggling to find your breaths.

Strenuously, you reached over to grab your phone from the bedside table.

23 new messages.

You looked over at Toji, exasperated. “You just had to send him a video, didn’t you.”

Typing a quick I don’t want to be with you anymore message before hitting the block button, you dropped your phone somewhere carelessly before turning to face his smug expression.

“If it wasn’t for me, he’d be the one fuckin’ you right now, princess, so I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

Laughing, you replied. “If it wasn’t for you breaking into my apartment, you mean. Oh, and by the way, I want my stuff back. Including my underwear that I saw in your pocket.”

For the first time, Toji’s face showed an expression that wasn’t cold and disdainful as he laughed at your remark.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: this shit is almost 5k omg and i dont even like toji. toji hater until the day i die however i'd pay to suck him off.

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not sure if you’re taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but they’re kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party 💞

Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33

cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

You’re aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like you’re aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, they’d been trusting you to follow those instructions. But you’re also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it. 

So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but that’s nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that you’re alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups. 

“And you’re so nice to come tonight,” she’s saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. “I can’t tell you how much—uh oh.” 

You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Marelene’s unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.

“Happy birthday, Marls,” he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. “Hey, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Jamie,” you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. “What are you doing here?”

“Everyone here’s been posting, and you’re in the background of half the pictures.” His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. “You know you’re supposed to be resting,” he says softly. “C’mon, let’s go.” 

You’re glad that he’s here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldn’t be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage. 

“I haven’t drank anything but water,” you say. “That’s gotta count for something, right? And look.” You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs you’d put in before arriving. “I’m being careful, see? I’m alright, Jamie, and it’s Marlene’s birthday. Let’s just stay, both of us, okay?”

James looks nearly apologetic. “Remus and Sirius are waiting in the car.” 

You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the drivers’ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach. 

Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You can’t look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marlene’s, stretches out between you. 

True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it. 

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud music—say, the sort of things you’d find at a party—would only make things worse.” 

Normally, you’d argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you can’t muster up the energy. 

“I know,” you say. 

Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though he’s upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marlene’s and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary. 

“Do you feel sick?” Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that you’re still in trouble. 

You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. “A little.” 

“We’re bringing you to our place to rest.” It’s not a question. “We can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?” 

It’s worse that he’s being kind to you. You’d been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability you’ve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. “Yeah, I think so,” you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, “I’m sorry.” 

Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin. 

“We’ll talk about it later,” Remus says, a bit more gently. “For now, just try to relax.” 

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Prompt Lando cockblocking Oscar w Landos sister

OP81 | Spa session

Summary: Oscar is quietly at the spa and is disturbed by Y/n.

Warning: suggestive, cockblocking, reader is the sister of Lando.

A/N: Hope you'll like it <3

MASTERLIST requests are open

What's better than a good spa session after a tough race? Oscar loves that. Feeling the warm water against him, relaxing all his muscles and clearing his head. He really needed it after the difficult race in Singapore. His head falls back against the edge of the basin, gasping and closing his eyes with pleasure.

In her pink bikini, she joins him without warning him. He doesn't open his eyes, already knowing that's her. She sits next to him, putting her legs over his. His hands found their way on her thighs, rubbing it with his fingerstip. She wrapped her arm around his neck, whispering something in his ear, ''You did a great job today.'' She doesn't have the time to see him with all the interviews and the post race conference he had. She kisses his red cheek and adds, ''Just like always.'' This time, it's him who kisses her, on her sweet lips.

She add little movement with her lips, followed by him. His left hand slips on her waist and pulls her over his lap. She follows his movement, straddling him. He intensifies the kiss by running his tongue over her lips and she parts her lips, giving him better access to her mouth. They tongue dance together, exploring the inside of each other's cheeks. She rubs herself, over his swimsuit against his semi-hard cock.

She massages his shoulder, her long nails digging softly in his skin. ''Slide in.'' She moaned into the kiss, wanting more. Oscar has never been the possessive type, to show everyone that she belongs to him. And making love in a public place doesn't turn him on compared to her. He's afraid of being surprised even though she would love it. But he loves her. And he would do anything for her. So if he doesn't finish but she does, it makes him happy.

Her hand found its way between his legs, kneading his hard cock over his swimsuit. He moaned against her ear as she slipped it out. She doesn't wait any longer to impale herself on him, the water helping to lubricate everything.

Oscar, who wanted to clear his head and no longer think about anything, it's a failure. Well.. not in a bad way, ''Fuck, you're so tight.'' She chuckled as she was about to move, Oscar stuck his lips to hers. She didn't have the time to move, they heard a 'clic' and when they turned their heads, they saw Lando, taking a picture of them. ''So cute.''

Oscar just freezes, fixing Lando. He doesn't know what to do, but Lando seems to have seen nothing. She quickly pulls out of him while Lando has his head down on his phone. She still remains on his lap so it's not appear suspicious. ''You join us?'' He puts his phone across, near their towel, ''If it doesn't bother you two.'' He entered the water and sat across them. Y/n leave Oscar's lap, leaving her hand on his thigh. She plays with his little hairs with her fingertip. ''You ok mate?'' Oscar, who still didn't say anything yet, still too shocked by what just happened. Lando really just took a picture of the two of them without knowing they were doing something else? He slowly turns his head away from Lando, unable to make an eyes contact with him. ''Uhm? yeah yeah yeah. Just thinking.'' His Aussie accent makes him less credible.

''If you're too hot, you shouldn't stay.'' Lando notices his cheeks all red with embarrassment. Y/n chuckles, she loves to see her Oscar embarrassed. He's always so awkward and he never knows what to say or to do. ''Huh? What?'' Oscar, who was looking at the landscape, turns his head back towards Lando. ''I said: If you're too hot, you shouldn't stay.'' Oscar can't get Y/n away from his mind and now that Lando is here, he sees her when he looks at him.

''Na I'm ok.'' Oscar doesn't want to get away. Because he knows how hard he is and he also knows that Lando will see it if he gets up. And of course, Y/n notice it. Well, she also feels it so, it's obvious that she knows how he feels. Plus her little bikini doesn't hide her skin a lot. She knows Lando will never look at her the same way Oscar looks at her. And she purposely wore her little pink bikini (Oscar's favorite) to make him react.

And today, she feels playful, ''Oscar, baby, can you pass me my phone, please?'' Oh no. That's bad for Oscar. His name plus the pet name plus the way she turns towards him, her tits moving along her body, it was too much for Oscar. His gaze quickly goes down her breasts and goes back to her eyes. Oscar closed his eyes and sigh. He really doesn't want to get up, ''Of course, darling.'' Oscar saw her little game. And he gets into it. Y/n blushes. Oscar is not the type to give her pet names and especially in front of her brother.

He gets up, quickly, hoping that Lando doesn't look at him. He grabs her phone and passes it to her. He goes back in the water, his thigh against Y/n's one. Lando looks at his sister, then looks at Oscar, then back at his sister. ''What are you both up to?'' Lando narrows his eyes and stares at them both, Oscar and Y/n smiling like nothing happened. Oscar's hand found its way to her thigh, squeezing it softly. ''Just enjoying each other.'' Y/n caught loudly, looking at her phone to avoid the face of the men.

''You send me the pic?'' She quickly looked up at Lando, who looked at her with a gaze as if to say 'what the fuck'. She ignores his gaze, ''Laaaan'? You're gonna answer me?'' Lando rolled his eyes back, disappointed not to have an answer to his question. ''Yeah I send you it on insta.''

She continues to stay on her phone, while Lando is now trying to get information from Oscar. He stares at him, his eyes narrowed and he scans his facial expression. Oscar, who asked nothing, suddenly feels like he's naked in front of him. Instinctively, he discreetly hides his crotch with his hands, afraid that Lando will see his bump. But being clumsy as he is, his cheeks turn even redder and he continues to look at the landscape nervously. Lando laughs as he gets up, ''Caught. Again.''

Y/n looks up from her phone, one eyebrow up, ''What do you mean.'' Lando dries himself with a towel, ''You should teach Oscar how to be discreet.'' Oscar wants to disappear right now. Lando always manages to make him uncomfortable, and his sister too as well.

Lando's gaze meets Y/n's and they burst out laughing. ''I'm sorry but, this is so funny!'' Lando's shrill laughter breaks Oscar's ears and he lets himself slide into the water until he almost hides his red head. ''Aww, baby! We're joking.'' She puts her hands on his cheeks and squeezes it. Oscar is about to cry because he feels so embarrassed. But he keeps his cool and ignores their laugh.

''Fuck you both.'' Y/n and Lando laughed even more, her hand rubbing his shoulder gently.

''You're too touchy Ozzy.''

[pretzel-box]

Hallo ●♡●

I got a funny request

So basically Sebastian meets a reader/player with a korblox/headless/troll avatar/ wings or horns/cosplayers (maybe one as Seb)

Ect... (You can describe you own avatar too)

Silly prompt cause what if Sebastian could see we (our avatar) clearly don't look human and why we haven't been captured/experimented on

Aka this whole request is just Seb being confused as fuck-

Tags: Comedy, random apperance for reader, gender neutral reader, headless

Words: 1,4k

Authors Note: As someone with real headless, I can confirm that headless doesn't work ingame.

Sebastian watched in horrified fascination as you emerged from the vent. Your movements were nonchalant, as if clambering through air ducts was as routine as taking a stroll. You dusted off your uniform, a completely unnecessary gesture since the dust was clearly imaginary, and adjusted the peculiar floating accessory hovering over what should have been your shoulders.

It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. His three eyes widened, pupils dilating as they locked onto you. Where your head should have been, there was… nothing. Just a void, an empty space that seemed to defy logic. He could see right through you, catching glimpses of the rusted pipes and wires lining the walls behind.

“What the hell—” Sebastian stuttered, his voice filled with shock and more than a hint of repulsion. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he had to resist the instinctive urge to reach for a weapon—though he knew that, logically, weapons wouldn’t do much good in a situation like this. He continued to stare, his confusion only growing with each passing second.

You turned toward him—or at least, your body did, since there was no face to show any expression. “What?” you asked, your voice eerily calm, completely unaffected by the lack of a mouth. “Is there something on my uniform?”

Sebastian blinked rapidly, as if trying to reset his brain to make sense of this absurd reality. “That's… strangely…” he stammered, searching for the right words. “...Disgusting.”

“Rude,” you shot back, hands going to your hips. His gaze dropped, and he couldn’t help but notice the bright yellow rubber duck bag hanging there, comically out of place in this bleak, industrial environment. As if that weren’t enough, a floating picture of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson hovered just above your shoulders, rotating slowly as if it were on display. It was surreal. Completely, utterly surreal.

Sebastian’s mouth fell open. “You’ve got… a rubber duck bag… and a floating headshot of The Rock,” he managed, pointing weakly at the bizarre ensemble. “And no face. How are you even speaking? How do you see? And why in the world do you have a picture of Dwayne Johnson just… floating there?!”

You tilted your non-existent head, a gesture that would’ve looked quizzical if you had any features to display it. “I see just fine,” you replied with a casual shrug. “As for speaking, that’s just a matter of speaking. And The Rock?” You gestured vaguely toward the picture, which continued its slow, mesmerizing spin. “He’s my emotional support human.”

Sebastian let out a half-snort, half-laugh, though his expression remained one of disbelief. “Why am I freaked out?” he repeated, still staring at the empty space where your head should be. “You look like something out of a fever dream! How have you not been captured or experimented on down here?”

You let out a chuckle—an eerie sound given the circumstances. “Oh, I get that a lot. But I think I blend in just fine with the rest of the… what do you call them? Entities?” You glanced around the room, as if to emphasize your point. “Besides, no one wants to mess with someone who looks like they stepped out of a nightmare.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but grin, despite himself. “Yeah, you’ve got that part nailed,” he muttered, still shaking his head in disbelief. “You probably scare off half the things down here just by existing.”

You did a mock bow, your non-existent head dipping forward with exaggerated grace. “Thank you, thank you. I aim to unsettle.”

Sebastian chuckled, the sound coming out lighter this time, more genuine. “You’re definitely good at that,” he admitted, relaxing slightly. “But seriously, next time, give a guy a heads-up before you pop out of a vent looking like… well, whatever this is.”

“I’ll consider it,” you replied with a teasing tone, the rubber duck on your bag giving a little bounce as you shifted your weight. “But where’s the fun in that?”

The tension in the room seemed to dissolve, replaced by an odd sense of camaraderie. Sebastian shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he tried to make sense of the strange being standing before him.

“Only in this place,” he muttered, “could I end up with a faceless, rubber duck-toting, Rock-fanatic as a companion.”

And somehow, despite the absurdity of it all, that was exactly what made it feel… right.

Sebastian was still trying to wrap his head around the sight of you when the sound of frantic scrambling echoed from the vent behind him. He turned just in time to see another figure tumble through the duct opening—a short, pudgy man with wild hair and a permanent look of bewilderment on his face. Berry. One of Sebastian’s more frequent, and certainly clumsier, customers.

Berry landed awkwardly on his feet, nearly toppling over before catching himself against a nearby shelf. His eyes were wide, darting around nervously as if he’d been followed. “Sebastian! AHHHHH—” he began, his voice high-pitched and breathless, but then his gaze shifted to you.

The moment he saw your faceless form with the floating Rock photo and rubber duck bag, Berry’s jaw dropped, his face going pale. He froze, staring at you with a mixture of terror and confusion. “AHHHHHHhhh?!” he squeaked, pointing a shaky finger in your direction.

You raised a hand in a casual wave, the kind that might say “hello” if you had a face to go with it. “Hi,” you said cheerfully, as if your appearance wasn’t the least bit disturbing. “Nice to meet you!”

Berry’s eyes bulged even wider. “Ahhhhhhhh?!” he stammered, taking a stumbling step backward. In his panic, his foot caught on a loose piece of metal on the floor. He tried to catch his balance, but instead, he lurched into a nearby shelf.

The impact was enough to send the precariously stacked items on the shelf cascading down. Jars of strange glowing liquids, bits of rusted machinery, and a few well-loved trinkets that Sebastian had collected over the years came crashing to the ground with a series of loud clatters and splashes.

“Berry, watch it!” Sebastian shouted, rushing forward to try to steady the shelf, but it was too late. One of the jars rolled off the edge and shattered on the floor, sending a bright green substance oozing across the metal surface.

Berry’s eyes darted between you and the mess he’d just created, his panic only increasing. “Ahhhhaheee!” he babbled, his voice shrill with fear. “AHhhhhheeee!”

Before Sebastian could say another word, Berry spun around and bolted for the vent he’d come through. He scrambled up, his limbs flailing as he tried to pull himself back inside. “AHHHH!” he yelled over his shoulder, his voice echoing from within the duct. “AHHHHHHH.”

And with that, he disappeared back into the darkness of the vent, his panicked scrambling fading into the distance.

Sebastian sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he looked at the chaos left behind. “Great. Another mess,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Berry’s going to scare himself to death one of these days.”

You watched the whole scene unfold with a sort of bemused curiosity. “Is he always like that?” you asked, turning your headless gaze back toward Sebastian.

Sebastian chuckled softly, bending down to pick up one of the trinkets that had survived the fall. “Pretty much,” he said, setting the item back onto the now-empty shelf. “He’s harmless, though. Just a bit… high-strung.”

You nodded—or at least made a nodding motion. “Can’t blame him, I suppose. I do have that effect on people.”

Sebastian glanced over at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, well, you’re definitely unique,” he said. “But hey, you scared him off without even trying. Maybe you should hang around more often. Could help keep the riffraff out.”

You gave a mock bow again, this time with an exaggerated flourish. “Always happy to help,” you replied with a hint of playful sarcasm. “Though next time, I’ll try not to make someone pee their pants.”

Sebastian laughed, a genuine sound that echoed warmly through the cluttered shop. “Yeah, let’s keep the cleanup to a minimum,” he agreed, still smiling. “But, hey, thanks. For… whatever this is. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good laugh.”

“Anytime,” you said, your tone light and cheerful. “And if you ever need an unsettling presence to keep things lively, you know where to find me.”

Sebastian nodded, his grin widening. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied. And for a moment, in this bizarre, twisted world they both inhabited, everything felt oddly… normal.

Well, as normal as things could get when you had a faceless companion with a rubber duck bag and a floating photo of The Rock hovering by your side.

[luveline]

Hey! Can you do something for rockstar!james x photographer!reader??

for you!!

You're standing behind a barricade and it's so fucking cold you could cry, but you have a job to do and no time to go back and get your jacket. Your arms are tired with the fatigue that comes with carrying your camera and its expensive lens around all day. 

At least you'll be paid well. And you get to see celebrities for the evening, picture perfect, handsome and gorgeous and famous enough that your breath catches when they stop for photos no matter how many times you've photographed some of them before. 

"Sirius!" The photographer next to you calls. "This way! Smile for us!" 

You follow the shouting and wait for the face connected to the name to smile. Sirius Black, front man of potentially the most famous indie band in Britain currently, poses without really posing. He's effortless. 

James Potter walks beside him. He seems more genuine, which isn't to say Sirius Black is fake, but James smiles at the photographers like he knows them. His gaze locks in on you for a second and you can't help the schoolgirl chills that race down your spine. He's breathtakingly handsome, brown skin glowing under the bright lights above, his hair glossy and curled as if each individual ringlet has been held and twisted in the hand of an angel. He's ridiculous in how pretty he is, truly.

Without thinking, you say something unlike yourself. Photographers are allowed to compliment the people they're shooting, but it feels clumsy on your tongue. "Hey, James," you call, not too loudly, almost hoping it'll get lost in the crowd, "smile for Getty, handsome." 

James doesn't hesitate to turn to you and smile. You take a photo, not your best, and drop your camera away from your eye. You give him your most genuine smile, hoping he thinks you're pretty (stupidly) while knowing you look ragged. 

"Thank you," you say. 

"You're welcome," James says, making a small hand gesture to Sirius. He approaches you, to the annoyance of the other photographers. "Hey, we've met before, haven't we?" 

"Yeah, we have, I take photos at all the events like this one. Where's Mr. Lupin?" 

"Mr. Lupin?" he asks, smiling. "Mr. Lupin's ill. He'll be alright." 

"It feels strange to call you by your first name, not knowing you." 

"You just called me James. And handsome, if I heard correctly." 

Your heart amps suddenly into racing speeds, as though only now realising that you're having a conversation with James Potter, and that he's grinning at you like you're friends, or better. "Sorry," you say. 

"So you take it back?" he asks, smile wavering. 

"Of course not, you're more than handsome, I– but I– I'm not trying to cat-call you." 

James' pretty smile moves back into place. He pushes his glasses back up the length of his strong nose with his marriage finger, and the blazer he wears bulges against his arm muscles from the movement. Your hands start to shake —you're a photographer, meant to take photos, not interview the talent. You have no idea what to say to him, worse, you've no idea why he's talking to you. 

"Are you cold?" he asks worriedly. 

"Wha– no, not really," you say. 

"Are you sure? You can have my jacket, shortcake, it's no trouble."

"It is trouble? You're about to be on TV," you say. 

James shoves his hands into his pockets. "I can sacrifice my TV appearances for the sake of a very cold looking, very pretty girl. It's selfish, really," he reassures you, "I like being complimented. I want you at the next event to do that again, not in hospital recovering from hypothermia." 

"James, can you stop flirting for five minutes?" Sirius asks. 

James nods at you apologetically and you take it for a farewell, catching up with his bandmate to ascend the stairs into the venue. The night moves forward slowly, taking photos of more celebrities, none as handsome and flirty. You're stopped short by a man in a tuxedo who looks like the servers from inside the show.

"Hi, this is for you," he says. 

You frown. "Are you sure?" 

"I was told to give it to the cold-looking photographer with a blue lanyard. You look cold." 

It's a hoodie. It's Marauders merchandise, a black hoodie in your size with a monogrammed drum set over the breast. You slip into it and worry it's a consolation present; maybe he'd thought you were a fan. 

It's not until you slip your icy fingers into the pockets and pull out a slip of paper you realise otherwise. 

Gorgeous, shivering photographer, 

Please ring me. I'm not above begging. I'd really like to see that photo. Love, James. 

P.S. I'm not kidding, (unless you don't really think I'm handsome and were extending some professional chivalry as Sirius thinks, then please ignore this) call me! :3 <3 

Your hands shake for the rest of the evening, despite the warmth of your new hoodie.

[astrozuya]

☆ txt's reaction to you playing with their hair.

⊹ . ♡ pairings. txt x gn!reader. fluff. 0.5k wc. warnings: established relationship. ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

연준. YEONJUN

genuinely loves it. make as many little braids as you want, put in whichever pretty hair slides, everything's okay with him. he thinks it's cute how excited you get when he lets you style his hair.

he probably likes it the most too, enjoying the relaxing feeling of you brushing his hair gently as you make a few small braids and gather them into a ponytail in the back. once you're done he'll proudly take a selca and post it on social media.

he'd want to return the favor if you let him, though, positioning you carefully on his lap and frowning in concentration, tongue sticking out just a little as he styles your hair.

수빈. SOOBIN

he's super dramatic, acting like every little movement you make hurts, gasping in pain whenever you even slightly tug on his hair.

he sits still though, letting you have your fun. he's cross legged on the ground with you sitting on the couch behind him, gathering his shiny dark hair into tiny ponytails and securing them with cute fruit-themed hair bands.

soobin doesn't really understand why you think he's adorable with little ponytails, but if it makes you happy, he doesn't mind.

just know he'll bring up how you "yanked his hair so hard you almost pulled it out" (he's making it up), demanding kisses and cuddles all night long as a reward for sitting still.

범규. BEOMGYU

he fidgets the whole time, complaining at how long it takes. once you're done though, and he sees two tiny ponytails sprouting from either side of his head, he's quite happy. he lays on the charm, acting all cute and posing with his face between his hands, making kissy lips at you.

his ears turn pink when you lean in to kiss his lips though, and he'll quickly insist on doing something with your hair as well, attempting to hide just how flustered you make him.

태현. TAEHYUN

tyun stoically sits through all the tugs and yanks you give his hair as you try to make a ponytail on top. it hurts a little but he bears it heroically, after all, you're having fun, and seeing his baby happy is all that matters.

draws the line at a second ponytail though. he lets you put a few sanrio hairclips in his hair and then pulls you onto his lap to take a selca together, squishing his cheek against yours as he gives the camera a thumbs up.

he's removing all your efforts the moment he's done taking pictures, but he makes sure you know he appreciated the gesture. although in the future, he'd be much happier styling your hair instead of letting you experiment on him.

휴닝카이. HUENING KAI

like yeonjun, he'd be more than willing. in fact, he's enthusiastic, grinning when you show him the cute hairclips and bows you're planning on decorating his hair with.

he'll try to sit extremely still while you work your magic, twisting his hair this way and that— sitting still enough to make you tell him "don't forget to breathe, hyuka."

once you're done, he's excitedly glancing in the mirror and praising your handiwork, cooing "ahhh, my baby's so talented!", taking a dozen selcas and proudly sending them to his members on the group chat.

he'd be full of praises for you for the foreseeable future, and would definitely ask you to style with his hair again. <3

[bandgie]

Can you do like a part three of the perv Seungmin fic, like different ways he takes advantage of you, either while your asleep or like innocent things when you feel comfy and sit on his lap but he uses it as an excuse to grind up to you, and you just don’t notice he’s doing it and he cums in his pants, or maybe you do notice and just allow it 🤤💙

yes! imma do this as like a different scenario drabbles! (part 1 | part 2)

mdni 18+, dubcon!, noncon!somno, fem!reader, blowjob, secret masterbating (m!), brief spying mentions, humping (m!), slight public voyeurism (m!), seungmin is just nasty

when you're asleep - seungmin has already done this before (link!) but he gets more brave overtime. he'll use his finger to see how you react, if you even do. he can manage three fingers pumping slow and deep with you waking. it makes you moan and twitch in your sleep. your juices coat his fingers down to the wrist. the most seungmin has put of his cock is the tip, maybe an extra inch but he doesn't dare to go deeper. - he takes pretty little pictures of you covered in his cum when he's done. most of the time it's on your swollen cunt, but there are times when he finished on your face - you actually are aware of this. after 'dreaming' of it so much, you decided to stay up extra late to see what's really going on. seungmin creaks and door open and tiptoes in, quiet as ever. you keep pretending, maybe he's just grabbing something? then you feel him stand above you, pushing your hair back from your face - you'd peep an eye open to be shocked that he's nude from the waist down, cock hard in your face. he'll tap the tip on your lips gently, running the slit along your mouth. your lips part without meaning to, and he slowly sinks the head in. - it's still a mystery why you didn't push him off. instead, you open your mouth just the tiniest bit so he could push more in. seungmin is none the wiser, he actually moans at your warm mouth - he think you're just doing it in your sleep, used to sucking dick like a slut. you wonder how long it'll take before he notices your tongue stroking him willingly

cuddling - it's standard to cuddle against seungmin during movie night. he's sitting on the sofa and you're next to him. your head leaning on his shoulders with your legs tucked into yourself, knees touching his thigh. - drives him crazyyy he can feel your warm body, hear your steady breathing, the way you move against him. you're so pretty for him, he just has to touch himself a little - there's a a blanket on top of you two, so it makes the perfect shield to carefully slips his cock out and stroke. to you, it just look like he might be adjusting his position, but the little jerking movements catch your attention - the movie is a bit more entertaining though, so you ignore how much seungmin is twitching and shivering besides you. he'll lean his head against the top of yours and inhale, trying to get your scent. you smell like the shampoo he knows you uses in the shower (the cameras show seungmin everything) and it makes him cum - he'll moan, but quickly cover it up with a cough. the blanket is thick, so you won't be able to see the wet stain underneath.

at a party - everyone's rubbing and grinding against each other, whether it's dancing or just trying to scoot by. you can't really blame seungmin when he has to move past you, his dick rubbing your ass - then finally when you both find a seat, you have to sit on his lap since everyone's taken up room. this is both a nightmare and dream for seungmin. he's already hard from humping against you before, you'll defo notice his erection - if you do, you don't say anything (you do notice). instead you make sure to wiggle a little more, press down a little harder to hear seungmin groan behind you. - he humps against you while you make conversation with the Felix who's beside you. it's so hot to him, getting to use you while you talk mindlessly. it's like he's not even there, like he's not about to cream his pants - you ask him if he's alright though, he's breathing kinda hard and making weird noises. "yeah! sorry, just a little drunk" he'd say. - doesn't take long before he finishes in his pants, thighs trembling. a drop of sweat trickles down from his forehead, and he claims it's just hot in the room - even after he cums, he'll keep humping against you. he just loves how sensitive his dick is, and he can't find it in him to stop. seungmin moves a lot slower this way, and you can feel a bit of dampness between your thighs - his arousal or your own? you'll never know

[onlyseokmins]

bereal • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, taking pics during sex!au Warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl, consensual pictures during sex that are shared to friends lol, swearing, degradation, objectification (tiny), a lot of oral (m. receiving), rope play (reader is tied up), marking, tiny use of toys, teasing, edging (m. &f. receiving), prolly oral fixation tbh, mentions of fingering (f. receiving), mentions of overstim, me thinking I'm funny again as usual, and like "you better cum fast" kinda thing fjkdsj um pls lmk if i missed smth WC: 2.5k A/N: helloooo I had no idea what BeReal was so this was a bit of an experience 😬 would just like to thank @/princessbetsy123-blog for their patience and understanding, I hope I did well haha also omg tumblr user onlyseokmins is writing non-sub gyu? show-stopping (derogatory) also huge thank you to @a1sh1teruu for the mingyu pic! ❤️ @princessbetsy123-blog asked: can you do any member where his BEREAL goes off during sex and their friends react? The reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and is tied up?

Ding!

⚠️ Time to BeReal. ⚠️

• 2 min left to capture a BeReal and see what your friends are up to! •

"Would you look at that, baby? What perfect timing, d'ya wanna show everyone how pretty you look?"

Your butt rests gingerly against the back of your ankles, wrists bound together behind your back. The soft ropes limiting your arm movements match the ones winding across your body that Mingyu spent over half of the afternoon tying, untying, and tying again with his large-ass fingers until he was satisfied after reading detailed instructions from Minghao.

Finally able to perfect the multi-colored knots and ties that looked absolutely lecherous yet stunning across your naked body, rubbing and squeezing all the right places. It doesn't matter whether you remain still like the obedient slut you are or wriggle and writhe in anticipation of what the man's going to do next to thrillingly torture you, you felt their restriction.

"Yeah, Gyu."

"The prettiest," he murmurs, thumb slipping under the ropes that accentuate your breasts. Your posture is helpfully corrected and uplifts your chest in a flattering manner so he can nip and suck as he likes without you wiggling away.

You mewl at the binds tightening, arching your back as much as you can while he traces patterns connected by the harsh love bites you can feel littered across your skin that he'd left earlier. 

Your body aches pleasantly all over. Having been edged for hours by now, it was well into the evening after a combination of intense, loving foreplay and the still-buzzing vibrator abandoned on the bed sheets from the distracting notification chime of his phone instead. You lean into his tickling touch as it slides up your neck, following more bites that scream "Mine!" all over.

"Mine," he confirms aloud with a whisper. "Will you let me show them how true that fact is?"

"Only… only if you let me cum." 

Your eyes close as he holds your cheek tenderly and aims the phone's camera lens. A sheen of arousal sticks to your thighs and no doubt ruined the ties around them with how much of a mess he's created out of you.

"Of course, love. I'd be an incompetent fool if I didn't and couldn't make such a pretty thing like you cum at least once."

He should've thought of that earlier, is what you want to snark back but you're too desperate to give him any attitude for his blabberings. He would never deny you anything for too long anyways.

Though you take the opportunity to bite lightly on the knuckle of the finger that somehow pushes past your lips, grazing your upper teeth down until right before his nail bed begins, opting to suckle at the tip instead. Swirling it around languidly and sloppily, saliva coating every inch of his finger to soothe the stinging indentation marks you feel out with your tongue.

"Dirty girl."

"Mhm, but I'm your dirty girl."

"Damn right you are."

He knows what you're playing at, what you're trying to prove. The vixen-like gleam behind those fluttering eyelashes as you dare to smirk — releasing his finger with a sickening pop that his cock wishes was it instead.

But he manages to hold back, intent on finishing his own little game before he fucks you stupid so you can't continue to tease him like this.

"One minute left. What position do you think would look best? There are too many to decide from."

Ever the photographer, Mingyu groans because he's utterly turned on (and continues to lose his mind over how good you look) but also due to frustration (again, over how perfect you are from every angle) for you as his muse sources an ever-flowing spring of inspiration. A blessing and a curse.

He's moving back and forth across the mattress, unintentionally jostling your tied-up form with his large body. You dumbly choke out "dick" when he nearly falls into you with the usual Mingyu-clumsiness you know and love. Luckily he possesses the brain cell at the moment to connect the dots between his covered crotch nearly shoved right into your face versus you actually insulting him.

"Baby wants my dick?"

You nod fervently, wishing you could reach your hands out and grab it. Instead, you opt to open your mouth as wide as you've memorized the impressive width of his cock, tongue lolling out as well for the heavy weight of it.

Mingyu full on moans — loudly — at your frenzied eagerness. Watching hungrily as your lower body shifts and your thighs squeeze together, skin straining against the tightened constraints of the rope. Evidence of how much you want him shows all of your body. From your lidded gaze to your puffy, neglected clit he can just imagine prettily between your legs — and it makes his chest swell in pride. 

He's quick to shed his boxers and absolutely cannot resist a little love slap to your cheek with his throbbing, aching dick. Smugly painting your cheek with a shiny smear of precum and tapping your awaiting tongue teasingly, not letting your lips wrap around him. 

Yet.

The timer is set and so is Mingyu's mind.

But yours is as well.

"Damn it, thirty seconds and I can't decide what's best."

You watch in mild irritation at the way he holds his dick with a frown of renewed concentration, bringing it in and out of the frame of his phone lenses. It's like he's teasing you again but this time not on purpose, the leaking head of his cock bobbing closer and then away from you. 

While you normally admire his talents at getting perfect, incredible shots on the first take, the purpose of BeReal was authentic pictures within the randomly selected global, two-minute time slot. Mingyu's pride was always on the line for some reason (probably a stupid bet between the boys). Only one snapshot and never a second late but at this point, all you cared about and wanted was some action. 

You're aware of how turned on he already is, watching the occasional veined palm rubbing against the growing bulge in his boxers. Stroking at it in the same motions as the vibrator he'd teased you with. A new set-up like this excited him (and you), evident by the dark wet stain where the tip of his cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. 

So, when he draws closer again, you lunge forward almost losing your balance but that just works to your advantage as you practically swallow and then choke around his goshdarn dick. Incredibly adept from tons and tons of practice, size training, and testing with his large package pays off, working to your advantage without an insane amount of prep work.

Mingyu lets out a hiss, a crazed look of insanity mixed with lust, affection, and wonder swimming in his narrowed eyes. He runs his hands through the sweaty black bangs strewn across his forehead, meeting your pleading tear-filled gaze with a huff.

"What, does my baby think she can make me cum quick enough?"

You answer him with your actions, rather than wasting words because your mouth is stuffed full of cock anyways. Though it doesn't stop the filthy gags as you take him boldly down the throat, bobbing and nodding your head in what end up looking like successive 'yes' motions, intent on pushing him over that edge. 

"Yeah, just like the pretty whore she is."

And as Mingyu's pretty little whore, you know exactly what makes him tick — or cum, for that matter. 

Stilling your head and swallowing around him several times before you have to back off for air. Not leaving him unattended for too long, you start nuzzling the underside of his cock as you catch your breath. Licking between his balls and mouthing each one with some special attention to make up for the lacking use of your hands. Following the prominent vein that leads all the way up to his swollen tip, collecting salty excesses of precum with a promised swirl of your tongue.

Rinse and repeat.

You make a point to meet his gaze every time his eyes flutter open with the most babygirlism look you can attempt with a cock in your mouth. Not that it's too difficult to achieve with how much you want him to give into you. 

"Desperate little slut, you want me to feed you my cum, don'tcha?"

Despite his words, Mingyu's already shaking after only three smooth rounds of your perfect little mouth routine. Teasing, tiny variations and switch-ups to keep him guessing with that one brain cell that's deteriorating. His resolve, especially when it comes to you, is terribly weak and crumbling by the nanosecond. It doesn't matter how defined his six-pack is as it ripples with each shuddering intake of air he breathes in or those toned arms that twitch, bulging and flexing as he tries not to break the phone in one hand or rip out strands of hair with the other. 

Even his thighs are trembling like a newborn lamb. Oh, how you wish you could place your hands against them but watching the muscles ripple in front of your eyes is rewarding enough. Although, your neglected pussy aches and you can't help but lightly grind against the back of your own shins searching for some semblance of relief.

And when he takes notice of what you're doing, that alone is enough to tip Mingyu over the edge. You know it before he does.

"Gonna… god, gonna give it to you, pretty baby. Fill up that dirty mouth of yours."

The low and guttural moan of pleasure turns into a pathetic whine full of frustration because you completely abandon his cock. Leaning back and away, you watch with thirstful glee at the way it bobs up and down, a shining mess from precum and your spit. 

But little spurts of white pool out of his tip, a painfully slow and almost stilted release because of the sudden departure of your warm mouth. He growls your name and swears when all you do is lick your lips with a smirk like a cat that was asked if it ate the missing canary.

"Revenge," you manage to croak out with a sore throat.

"Revenge, my ass."

Mingyu can't complain all that much given what tortures he'd put you through earlier but that doesn't hide the cute little frowning pout on his handsome face. He has enough wherewithal to re-aim his phone with his thumb poised over the shutter-release button. Predicting what you want as you lean in once more, tongue hanging back out as you bat your eyelashes up at the camera and incidentally — at him.

He can't help but curse you out a bit like you always do at him when the situation was switched. Muttering the filthiest, most derogatory rambles that have the empty walls of your cunt fluttering as he furiously rubs his aching cock with a large hand that barely diminishes either's size.

Finally, the successive ropes of white you've been waiting for spurt out, painting your face and landing on your tongue just as you like it. And you grin salaciously at the click of the lenses capturing the depraved image. Not just of you tied up on your knees, hands behind your back, lips swollen, and pretty face covered in splatters of white but the front camera catches Mingyu — albeit, pretty blurrily — throwing his head back and biting his lip as he cums.

And within seconds of the timer running out, he presses 'post'. Tossing the phone on the bed and pushing you down, the side of your body hits the bouncy mattress at the same time the inanimate object does. Mingyu easily loosens the ties and knots with a surprising amount of vigor despite his harsh panting, a wild look in his eyes. The vibrator that's still buzzing is increased one intensity level and you shudder in anticipation.

"You were saying something about revenge?" he questions with snark, lifting your thigh with his free hand, the toy coming closer to your dripping center — far away enough that it's not even close to touching you and yet you can still feel the powerful vibrations at a distance buzzing through the airwaves. "Where's that cute confidence now? Just opening your legs like the desperate whore you always are, hm?"

He spends the rest of his time working you consistently up to that precipice before dropping you like an elevator without its wires, unable to crash over that peak of pleasure. As if he hadn't done it earlier.

Again and again, with his fingers and that stupid vibrator until his cock has sprung back to life (in reality, isn't too long and yet it feels like forever). And then you're screaming, creaming, squirting, crying, and cumming over and over. Making a complete mess as he pounds your poor weeping pussy until you nearly black out, the both of you ignoring (or not even noticing) the hundreds of notifications lighting up Mingyu's phone.

*the8thwonder used RealMoji, :hao_disgusted:*

cherrycheol: well damn wish i could take back the time i just spent wondering what was keeping him from being the first to post 🤦

> gam3rbo1: u know gyu will do it w/o fail

> joshuahhhhhh: leave it to him to not miss a moment no matter what he's up to 🥴

*tangerineboos used RealMoji, :mingyu_is_loser:*

tangerineboos: can i report them??

> tangerineboos: their account IS private right?

> jeonghangel: why report she's pretty 🥵💦

> jeonghangel: altho i'd prefer NOT to see gyu's nutting face

> jeonghangel: THAT'S reportable 😒

> gam3rbo1: gyu might hit u jeonghan

> jeonghangel: 🤷 im into that

> tangerineboos: 🤢🤕 i'd prefer not to see at all 

> black3y3: i could help u w/that 👍

> black3y3: isn't that how his gf's acct got banned 

> dinostar: yes i reported her bc i thought her acct got hacked

> dinostar: turns out they just wanted to share their porn but forgot they were public 😃

*w00z1 used RealMoji, :jihoon_disapproves_15:*

realtiger: i thought pussies were banned

> junhehe: technically no pussy is seen

> realtiger: 🧐 SORRY i wasn't looking that close 

> tangerineboos: does hoshi even know where or what the pussy is 😂🫵

> realtiger: yeah man there's 1 in wonwoo's moment as usual 🙄💀

> gam3rbo1: pls don't bring matilda into this her fur is too shiny for ur greasiness

> junhehe: 🫰 matilda deserves the world 

> gam3rbo1: dni if ur not a matilda stan or jun ❌

> tangerineboos: yeah geez hoshi if miss tilda is a pussy wouldn't that make you one too 🤡🫵

> gam3rbo1: 🤨 i just said dni

> realtiger: lies and false slander i'm a tiger

> tangeringeboos: 🥊exactly. ur a pussy lolol

> realtiger: brb gonna go fight boo 👊

cherrycheol: ^ they won't be missed

> gam3rbo1: ditto

> joshuahhhhhh: at least seok hasn't posted or my eardrums would be bleeding

> dk21897: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

> gam3rbo1: ope

> jeonghangel: speak of the devil and he shall appear

> joshuahhhhhh: 😮‍💨 no somehow the pizza he quick ubered just arrived

> dk21897: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it was late so I had to wait!

> junhehe: isn't bereal supposed to be authentic??????????????????

 > dk21897: why are you judging me when gyu is tying up his gf

 > dk21897: shoot i can't @ her acct

 > dk21897: BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

> joshuahhhhhh: these noise canceling earbuds work wonders 10/10 rec

> jeonghangel: im sure she's just fine 🥴

 > dk21897: TMI

> jeonghangel: 🤷 u asked

By the time the boys have worked out their back-and-forth commentaries, you're laying in Mingyu's arms as he scrolls, occasionally showing you what they've said. Half-asleep, you snort, "Should we thank Hao for the help?"

"I mean we could, but he'll deny it all."

He does, of course, since it's a public announcement — and criticizes how Mingyu had tied the knots from what he can see. But he kindly sends a new resource PDF the next day, a sarcastic warning attached to keep such things private if the two of you don't want to be judged on your technique.

onlyseokmins: March 2023 ©

[truedove]

prove it

word count - 957

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, unprotected piv

heat engulfs you and you feel dizzy with pleasure - faintly aware of the sweat trickling down between your breasts and pooling in the valley between your thighs. his hands are rough and calloused against your skin, possessive in their grip on your hips.

your face is buried in the crook of his neck, heavy pants dampening his skin. legs cramping from their extended position of being spread wide by his hips, you tentatively begin to bounce up and down in his lap, inordinate in your movements. he groans lowly, head falling back against the headboard and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows roughly. each time you come down on him, he thrusts up to meet you, harder and harder.

the mattress creaks and groans beneath your combined weight as you rock together and you curl closer around him, every inch of your skin burning with desire. he's breathing hard, sweat glistening on his skin and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tensing with each thrust.

it's not long before your legs start to burn with the effort of maintaining your position on top of him and you whimper pitifully into his neck. instead of flipping your positions and fucking into you like he usually does - quite the gentlemen he is, really - he simply grins and reclines further back into the pillows.

"poor baby," he coos at you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you out of the crook of his neck so that you're looking up at him. his low lidded eyes are wild, his pupils dilated, and you can feel his heart racing beneath your palm as you splay it across his chest. "you just can't keep up, can you?" he pokes, nuzzling at your cheek.

a frown makes its way onto your face. even though you're aware that his taunts are heatless, you still can't help but feel a surge of vexation.

"i can too." you mumble, trying not to let the sourness creep into your voice. your trembling thighs however, betray your words as they wobble against his, causing him to chuckle darkly.

"mhm," he nods as if completely agrees with you, his gaze flicking down between your spread legs. leaning back fully against the headboard, he spreads his legs wider and loosens his grip on your hips. he's the picture of nonchalance, but the way his eyes burn into you and the way his chest rises and falls with each labored breath tell a different story. "prove it, then." he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching with humor.

suddenly, you feel a surge of bashfulness. with his full attention on you, you're suddenly self-conscious in a way that you haven't felt around him in a long time. he notices your hesitation - of course he does - and his grin softens.

he doesn't say anything, just watches you patiently, an eyebrow raised as he waits for you to make a move. his thumbs rub your hipbones soothingly and your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but something else too. determination, maybe. the need to be good for him. you swallow hard and slowly lift yourself up and then back down, a breathless moan that you fail to stifle escaping your lips as he fills you again.

the answering groan he gives however, makes up for it and you begin to rock your hips, slowly at first, but with each downward rut, you gather more speed and courage. the bed creaks beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room once more.

you try not to agitate under his scrutiny but the way he watches you so intently, dark eyes never leaving your face, makes your skin feel warm and flushed. you feel like you're performing a dance, one only for him, and the longer you do it, the more lost in it you become. his hands move up your sides, rough fingers tracing the dips and ridges of your ribcage until they rest beneath your breasts. heavy pants fill the air between you as you find your rhythm and lose yourself in the motion.

"that's it, honey. give me a show." he breaths out, brows furrowing in pleasure and concentration as you ride him.

the praise causes you to flush even deeper, endorphins flooding your system as you pick up the pace. your cries pitch higher and he watches you, awed, as your body moves over his and your skin gleams with sweat. his hands move up to cup your breasts, thumbs flicking lazily across the tightening peaks.

he groans when you accidentally tug at his hair as the angle of your rocking hits the perfect spot and your body trembles as you come, your cries muffled into his shoulder. he lets out a choked grunt as you tighten around him and his previously lax grip on your body suddenly becomes desperate, holding you close as you shudder. he's not far behind and with a cut off utterance of your name, he follows you over the edge, his body tensing and his eyes squeezing shut as he comes inside you.

you lay panting and spent, your body heavy and sated as it collapses onto him. he's warm and solid beneath you, and you feel impossibly safe in his arms. the room spins a little as you catch your breath, and you close your eyes, feeling the soft press of his lips against your temple.

"tired?" he asks, lips still pressed to your temple and you hum in response, the vibration making him chuckle softly.

"i proved you wrong though." you mumble against his chest, half-asleep.

"what was that?" he asks in amusement. you yawn into his chest, your body feeling heavy with sleep.

"i can too keep up."

[writers-potion]

Using Description and Setting Meaningfully

The setting, and a writer's description of it, is an essential part of any story. A good writer would use that setting for more than just a place for things to happen.

Use setting to emphasize other aspects of the story, such as:

Magnify the theme

Convey the general mood

Enlarge conflict

Magnifying Some Theme Through Description

Here's the thing about theme: modern readers aren't looking to be reformed. They wish to be entertained.

So, let description carry the burden of conveying the theme rather than you having to say it!

Side note: Theme is NOT a few haughty ideas you learn in lit class (like pride, beauty, everlasting love) but anything that you are trying to convey in a particular scene (like, trying to get a date). You can have several themes instead of one lofty philiosophical theme. That's fine.

The key here is to pick and choose the kind of details that contributes to the theme. A few examples:

Theme = oppression and manipulation of workers.

Aim = highlight deariness and tension

Setting: a break room in a factory

Details: slow ticking of a clock, raspy gurgling of a coffeemaker, completely utilitarian carpet and walls

Theme = teenager scheming a scam that his father already knows about

Aim = establish stealthy tension

Setting: the breakfast table

Details: toaster loudly launching two slices of bread at exactly the same moment that the teenager realizes his plan is ruined, catlike movements of the "stealthy"teen

Theme = a character's life is about to be transformed

Aim = show that change is imminent

Setting = train platform

Details: the darkness falling, colors of distant hills and the sky changining, the last train rolling in, workers happliy switching from "work mode" to "weekend mood" as the character waits for his train

Conveying Mood and Tone

The mood of a character determines how the story progresses.

If your main character is depressed, the plot will crawl on and take on a brooding, ominous tone. If he is determined, passionate and happy, the plot will speed up into loud, blowing action.

Often, the prevailing mood doesn't come from the character, but from the setting itself.

Again, let's explain by example:

Mood = Gloomy, baleful

Details: Sulphurous smoke, thick fog, horses' hoofs on cobbled streets, vendor's cries, unseen organ creaking out a sinister tune, sounds being muffled

Word choice is important. If you're conveying gloom, using strong verbs like creak, screech and adjectives like sinister and eerie.

Use sensory description: visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory and gustatory.

Another way is to describe simple actions:

Mood = irritation, aggression

Details: mashing the end of a cigarette in his plate, one draught of the coffee in his cup, wiping lips with his napkin - crumpling and dropping in on the table, standing up from the table, staring at the other person.

Mood = Giddiness

Details: flicking water from his glass on a lunch companion, twisting his napkin, playing with food without eating

Once you've established a prevailing mood, you've pretty much set the course of your story. No reader will expect the main character to party all night with loud rock music after a sinister description of his way back home.

Enlarging Conflict

Think of the things or actions that will eventually build up to the main conflict. Then, choose a setting that will naturally bring out such an action/ though from the characters in it.

Conflict = Woman hasn't spoken to her son for a decade and now, she has to confront him

Setting: House where she raised her son, among things that he hasn't seen in all that time, working bits of backstory into objects in the house (tie in a sofa, picture on the wall), mannerisms of the characters as they greet each other at the door.

Allow the setting to provide the little sparks that will blow up eventually. This way, you can effectively cut out that slow middle and jump into action without much effort.

Description is a matter of wordsmithing, of selecting preciosuly the right words to create certain meanings. Make every word and sentence count.

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[lost-in-fandoms]

I needed to feel like I was hopefully making someone happy so I wrote some Tarzan Max AU. Other parts here: 1 2 3 4

Daniel watches the sun hit the colorful wings of the bird through the lens of his camera, holding his breath as he takes one shot, then another, then one more just as the bird takes flight with a rustling of leaves.

He immediately goes to check the photos out, smiling to himself at the result. He's already picturing the last one framed in a gallery, or at least on his studio's wall.

"Blake, you need to..." he turns around, ready to show the others, when he suddenly realises there's nobody else there. For a second, everything he can feel is confusion and a bit of anger: he stops for one second (...or maybe fifteen minutes) and they leave him behind? Nobody, not his friends, not the rest of the group, not their guides, realised he wasn't with them anymore?

Immediately after though, comes the fear. He's alone in the middle of the jungle, not even knowing in which direction they were headed before he had stopped. He's alone. In the jungle.

There's a rustling above him, an animal call somewhere in the distance, and he remembers he's not alone in the jungle. Maybe that's worse.

He quickly puts down his camera, eyes flitting around the clearing while he pats his pockets for the radio they all carry. The radio that isn't there. Shit.

There's more rustling above him, something moving to his right, a sharp bird call somewhere close, making him flinch. This is. Well, not ideal.

"Okay, okay," he breathes, trying to stay calm, "soon they'll notice and they'll come back. Let's just wait here."

His voice sounds weird among all the sounds of nature around him, out of place. He is out of place. He's alone in the jungle.

Fuck, why doesn't he have his radio??

The movement to his right catches his eyes again, sounding closer now. Sounding big.

That is not a bird.

Images of angry gorillas and hungry tigers, of charging elephants and rhino's horns flood his mind, making him take an instinctive step back. He knows it's stupid to wander away, this is where they'll come to find him as soon as they notice, but they won't find much if an hungry animal decides he looks like a nice snack.

He hesitates, swaying on the balls of his feet, all muscles coiled. If it's something trying to eat him, he'll run in the opposite direction, and hope he stumbles in his group one way or the other.

A branch moves, leaves rustling. There are eyes in the shadows.

Daniel's heart is beating so fast he can barely breathe. He takes one more step back.

And then the shadow moves forward and suddenly there is a boy on the branch.

A very naked, very human boy. Staring at him.

For a moment, Daniel is too stunned to even think.

As soon as his brain comes back in (admittedly reduced) motion, he notes the muscles on his arms, the way he's crouched on a branch, eyes firmly trained on him.

Daniel can't see any weapon in his hands, but that doesn't mean he can rule out being killed and eaten quite yet. He has forgotten everything they had been told about native tribes and traditions, so what if this guy is a cannibal? Or maybe he'll take Daniel and drag him back to his secret naked village and sacrifice him to a naked god? Did Daniel mention the guy is naked?

Suddenly, the boy (man? he looks young but his body is, well, impressive, so Daniel is not sure) jumps off the tree, walking towards Daniel on all fours, fists pounding the ground like a gorilla.

Right, imminent death. No naked thoughts.

Daniel instinctively raises both his hands while taking one more step back, hoping that's not the sign for I am an enemy and you should kill me stat in naked guy's language.

"Friend" is what his brain comes up with, blurting it out way too loudly. The guy stops, tilting his head to the side. He's still staring, weirdly intense, blinking much less frequently than what feels normal, but at least he hasn't eaten Daniel yet.

"Friend," he repeats, keeping one hand in the air and using the other to point at himself.

"Friend," the guy parrots him. His voice is higher than what Daniel would expect, raspy, a weird sort of accent to it, imitating Daniel's voice like one would copy a bird's call.

"Friend," Daniel nods.

"Friend," the guy says again, closer to sounding like a proper word, pointing at Daniel too.

Daniel opens his mouth, probably to repeat it again, before he realises this whole thing is useless. The guy obviously doesn't understand what friend means, so it's incredibly dumb to just keep this whole thing going. At the same time, he also doesn't seem keen on attacking Daniel, so maybe he'll count it as a net positive.

"I'll...go," Daniel says, immediately wanting to hit himself on the head. The guy doesn't understand friend but should know a full sentence? Come on.

Still, he takes another step back, now fully out of the clearing, hoping he won't stumble on some roots, or worse, some animals, before he feels safe enough to turn around and run.

The guy still seems confused, but in a curious way, following every single one of Daniel's movements with his blue eyes.

He has very pretty eyes. Sort of a weird face, but not unpleasant to look at. If Daniel was looking at all, which he isn't because he is just trying to leave and find his group again.

Suddenly, the guy straightens up, frowning and raising his shoulders to make himself look bigger.

And oh, maybe Daniel has judged too soon. He is going to get killed after all.

He's expecting the guy (still very naked. almost more so now that he's standing) to charge him, but the other just. Stays still. Makes himself big.

"Friend," he says, slightly garbled, voice forcefully deeper, a lilt to it that makes it sound like a question.

Daniel doesn't understand. He shakes his head, blinking confusedly, and the other almost seems to sigh, as if annoyed at Daniel's slowness.

He's being judged by a naked jungle man. This might be a new low.

The guy points at Daniel, then links his hands for a moment, before making himself big again.

"Friend?"

"Hold on," Daniel blurts out, so surprised about maybe understanding to think about the other not getting a single word of what he's saying, "are you asking me about Josh?"

The guy just blinks at him. Links his hands again, points towards somewhere on Daniel's left.

"Friend," he says, pointing at Daniel, then again to the trees, "friend."

Is Daniel going to let a naked jungle man lead him into the unknown?

"Sure, why not," he sighs, stepping towards the guy with a smile. "Lead the way."

The guy clearly doesn't understand his words, but he must get what Daniel means, because he puts his hands down again, apparently more comfortable walking on all fours, and runs towards a tree, swinging himself up on the lower branches with ease and waiting for Daniel to make his way over.

When Daniel is close enough, the guy smiles at him. His cheeks scrunch up, eyes crinkling and disappearing. It's so incredibly endearing Daniel can't help but smile back.

And then he lets himself be guided away.

[madamechrissy]

But it's Better if you Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ MDNI- Fingering, teasing, cumming

ৎ୭ Word Count ৎ୭ 5,027

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

It's a humid summer night in Tokyo, and you have your big bluetooth speakers on one of the bustling streets, starting one of your sets, Nobara is videoing you and Yuji is your hype man, as always. There is a crowd that gathered, bigger than it was last week you notice nervously, as you feel the music move through you, pulsing through your veins, one of your favorite feelings.

Nanami’s lips were now also your favorite.

Shit.

Would he show? You nervously peer around, and start to do a piruohette, spinning several times before spreading your arms wide, starting to do the hip hop routine you’d been working on. The music is loud japanese rap, and everyone around you starts getting excited as you move in sync to every beat, carefully coordinated in parts, free in others.

Nobara is bending low to get the perfect shot as your limbs are flowing like water as you weave between pedestrians and neon-lit storefronts, starting to dance and walk forward a bit, Nobara peeks behind her, then steps back further, and Yuji is pumping his fist. You feel alive, free, like you're in rhythm with the city, with the people who all were pulling their phones out, smiling.

As you spin and sway, starting a new song, Yuji takes the camera, and you feel a pair of eyes on you, intense and unyielding. You glance up, and there he is, Nanami Kento. Your heart skips a beat as you see the way he's watching you, the way his gaze travels over your body, lingering on your hips, your arms, your face.

You pause for a moment, taking him in, feeling suddenly shy out of nowhere, though you had just been dancing for the city and had no worries, he alone could make you feel flustered. Happy from his presence. Nobara gives you a smile, and it gives you encouragement, you take a breath and give Nanami a little wave, which he returns, hands in his pockets, smiling at you slightly.

You feel a blush creep up your neck as you continue to dance, your movements becoming more confident, more daring, with Nobara, Yuji and the entire crowd cheering you on. The crowd around you grows thicker, more animated. People are cheering, clapping along to the music, even laughing. You catch yourself smiling back at them, feeling their energy.

It's like being part of something bigger than yourself, so much different than the club, you can be completely comfortable. As you finish your dance, you feel your heart racing, your limbs tingling, as sprinkles of rain start to fall, you peek at Nanami again, just a few feet away, his eyes fixed on you, dressed more casual, in a dress shirt and slacks.

You can't help but smile back at him, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through your veins when you finish, and the crowd begins to disperse, several people coming up to you, many you see all the time. You even take pictures with some people that watch your silly Tik Toks of dancing. It’s raining now, but a light mist, and you gather your things into your duffel bag, gesturing to Nanami to come over.

Nobara looks at him, then you, and gets a devious look on her soft, pretty little face. “Oh, Nanami, did you like it?”

He clears his throat, nodding, a little shy. You notice an umbrella dangling from his hand, then, something you had forgotten. “I very much enjoyed it, I am glad I could see your work.”

“Oh, not work.” You nervously look down, but Nobara comes up to you, hand on your back.

“She is amazing. Her body… it moves so good don’t you think?” You and Nanami both turn red, and Yuji and Nobara snicker.

“Very good.” He says, a little gruff.

“Thanks, you all.”

“I’d like to talk a bit if you don’t mind?” Nanami turns to you, asking you, having to say your name twice for you to register.

“He wants to talk to you, punk.” Yuji shrugs at you with his shoulder, you clear your throat, smiling.

“Oh. Yeah. We can!”

“We’ll head home. Call us if you need us?” Nobara kisses your cheek, and you return it, smiling.

Yuji tries to kiss your cheek and you smack him, making the three of you laugh, as Nanami just smirked, studying you all curiously. “She’s mean, Nanami, good luck with this one.”

“She is not, you’re just annoying.” Nobara shoves him, pushing him away from the two of you, waving.

“Ahem… Hi.” You manage to say when you all are alone, the rain starting to mist over you both now, you grab your bag to you, looking up at him, tall and fucking handsome as fuck. And here. Wanting to talk to you.

“Hi.” He smiles a bit, and you both stand there, your arms behind your back, his in front of him, shy, nervous. “You were great.”

“Thanks so much. It really meant a lot to me, you taking time to come out.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, and shift side to side, he seems to notice, smiling.

“Of course. You are not ‘lame’ or whatever you said. You’ve got real talent. I bet you have a good following.”

“It’s growing for sure! One day, I want to get into this school… it’s like to hone your skills, crazy expensive… so I have all these side hustles. I… hey, talk to me about you, I’m rambling.”

You and Nanami Kento are left standing in the middle of a now-empty sidewalk. The rain has picked up, but you hardly notice it as your heart is racing, your palms sweaty, but you force yourself to meet his gaze, attentive, and he just is smiling down at you, rain dripping on his hair in little glistening droplets.

“Well, I work a lot. A lot.”

“I knew that business man. Accounting?”

“Yeah and advertisement, finances, lots of things. I like to… read? And watch movies. I’m not so exciting.”

“What, I love to read! And movies! What kind of movies? What kind of books? I love scary movies…” He’s just studying you. You lick your lips nervously. “Am I like talking too much? I do that when I’m nervous… oh shit, it’s coming down!”

“You don’t talk too much. Yes, it is, here.” He goes to open the umbrella, as the skies open and start to downpour, and you’re getting soaked, he’s cursing as the umbrella is stuck, and you start laughing, wildly as the rain fell, cold on your skin, as he struggled with the button. “Shit, hang on.”

“Mmm, it’s fine. It’s like a romcom, right? Stuck in the rain.” You smile, swirling in circles and shutting your eyes, letting the rain hit you. It’s oddly fucking amazing, refreshing even after the dancing, but soon it’s lightning, a flash, you see behind your eyelids, and the rain stops hitting you.

“Fuck, you okay? I’m so sorry.” Nanami has the umbrella over you now, pulling you close, and you feel hot against him, nodding.

“I probably seem weird. I love the rain.”

“You’ll catch a damn cold, though.” He chastised you, all serious, you giggle.

“That’s not how colds work, Nanami.”

“Welp, still, now it’s thundering.” A loud clap sounds, and the rain is pattering you both under the shelter of his umbrella, you see his shirt is wet, clinging to his chiseled frame, one you were so close to, then you finally grow quiet. “How far is your place?”

“A few blocks or so.”

“You’re not going that far like this. I live less than a block away, let’s warm you up and I’ll put these clothes in the dryer.”

Your heart is thudding in your ears.

You wanna scream.

You wanna text Nobara.

Nanami's place?!?

“Is that too forward?” He asks, concerned, brows low over his eyes, which you notice have little raindrops on them, his tanned skin glistening. You gently reach up and touch his face, feeling him tense a bit. You pull away, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist, and you two stay like that for some time.

Soaking wet and the rain pouring, you just touching his face, barely, under this umbrella protecting your already soaked bodies from the pounding rain.

“I’m fine coming over. If you don’t mind.” You say, starting to shiver a bit as your wet clothes get to you, much to his concern as he gives you a little nod.

“May I?” He holds out an arm, pulling you closer, you sigh, far too fucking happy and trying to act cool. As if you could.

“Of course.”

“We’ll be there in just a few.”

You were soon in Nanami's apartment, your mind took in everything, the simple, sleek design, nothing too crazy or gaudy. But it did have a few little hints of him, of his personality that was hard to discern, but there. You two were dripping wet at his entryway, taking off your shoes, you peek at him, those clothes clinging, dying to know what was underneath despite your sopping wet state.

“I will get you something dry to put on, and put these in the dryer for you. All right?”

“Yes, thanks so much.” You continue to peer around his apartment, noting the comfy looking couch and loveseat, tan, simple but suede which looked inviting, as he disappeared. You look on the shelves, of little figures, pictures of him in his fancy suits with his friends…

“Here, I know these will swallow you, but they are as small as I can find.”

As you turn around to face him, you realize he's standing right behind you. He hands you a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, along with a towel, making you flush as your brain goes awry. His fingers brushing against yours as you take the garments from him. The contact sends a shiver through you. You want nothing more than to stay like this, feeling his presence so close, even if you’re soaking wet.

"No it's perfect, thanks, Nanami."

You exhale, looking up at him. He nods, avoiding your gaze as he steps away a little awkwardly, giving you some space. You quickly go into the bathroom, which was perfect and as clean as you’d expect, stepping out of your wet clothes to dry up with one of his fluffy white towels.

You pat yourself dry, peering around the perfect little bathroom, with sleek modern tile and everything modern and simple. It was so much different than your own, usually full of makeup, perfumes and hair clips scattered on your tiny counter. Instead he had just a few organized things, cologne, aftershave, hair pomade… all arranged perfectly.

You begin to change into his clothes now, feeling the soft cotton against your skin. They smell like fresh laundry, and just a hint of him. It's oddly intoxicating. You realize how bad you have it, sighing as you peek in the mirror, seeing your nipples are hard against the soft gray shirt, bringing your mind to the worst possible things, his hands…

“Get it together, bitch, it’s just clothes. Ugh.” You mumble to yourself, then jump when you hear his voice,

“Everything all right?” He asked, and you wanna fall into the tiled ground beneath your bare feet.

“Yeah, fine! Just a sec.” You try to dry your hair a bit with the towel, scrunching it just so, it was in wet slick waves.

“Wanna hand me those? I'll dry em.”

“Yes, thanks so much again!” You peek out, handing him the wet close with a little smile, then go back to fixing your leaky mascara. You looked like a fucking raccoon.

When you're finished, you head back into the living room, finding him sitting on the couch, looking out the window at the rain. He had a sleek electric heater that looked just like a fireplace going, making everything ridiculously cozy. He’s now wearing a soft gray cableknit sweater, turtleneck, making him look so different than what you were used to, he looked comfy, and casual, yet he was still so elegant.

You clear your throat, unsure of what to say or do. The air between you feels charged, electric. He turns to face you, then, and he pats the couch cushion next to him, smiling a little, surprising you. It was quiet aside from the rain pattering on the window and the little noise the heater made.

“Come warm up.” He said invitingly, you nibble your lip just a bit, coming to sit next to him, wearing just his clothes, the shirt was swallowing you indeed. It was cozy though. He casually placed an arm over the back cushion. “You’re so tiny.”

“You’re also huge.” You cover your mouth then, and you both break out in laughter at how it sounded. “Oh my gosh.”

“It’s been one hell of a day, huh?” Nanami rubbed the bridge of his nose as you both eased a bit, some of the awkwardness fading.

“It has been. Now you’re stuck with me till my clothes dry and the rain dies down.” You tease, but he looks down to you, rather serious, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before dropping to your lips.

“I don’t mind at all.” He murmurs, and your tummy flips, those butterflies turning to violent moths inside as you feel the energy stirring between you. “I was kind of going to ask you on a date soon…”

“You were?” You asked incredulously. He nodded. “Waited a year though?”

“I just got really absorbed with work and life in general, I never meant to completely ignore you. I didn’t even think of having friends or a life until a few months ago.”

“It’s okay, I don't really need an explanation. I was teasing.”

“But you deserve one.” He gently brushes your hair back behind your ear, still damp from the downpour, setting your body on fire from just that. “I was actually really attracted to you when we met.”

“You were?” He snorts at that, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck am I that bad at showing things?”

“Um… yeah.” He sighs a bit, still errantly playing with the curls that formed from your scrunched hair.

“So… recently, I went to a strip club.”

You freeze.

“Oh?” He nodded. You expected him to say it, to ask it… to…

“Yeah, and I realized, maybe I am too fucking high strung. Gojo, who I work with, just got married and I thought to myself, I kinda want what they have. That connection, to open up. I think seeing him turn down all these women, and trust me he was quite the man whore, made me see how much it changed him. Then I just… I don’t know. I’m talking too much.”

“No, no… I like to hear you talk.” You take his hand, and he looks down at it, turning his palm over to entwine with your fingers.

“I think I am so… I am not good at things with women. I confused a stripper for actually liking me. This stuff isn’t area of expertise.”

Ouch.

Shit.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You look down at your lap.

“I was pretty intoxicated, since Gojo was filling us with drinks, and I think I got something simple confused. It made me realize how bad I crave a connection and how much I've avoided one. And clearly kinda fucked it up even.”

You’re silent, and take a deep breath. “You haven’t fucked up anything. Maybe the stripper did like you? Strippers also have crushes.”

He shrugged a bit, broad shoulders moving under the thick sweater. “Likely she was just having fun. Which is not a bad thing. I realized I never loosen up or have any fun, and maybe I should try.”

“So you kind of figured I’d be fun? I hate to break it to you. I’m kinda lame.”

He rolls his eyes at that, errantly playing with your hand. “Nothing about you is lame to me. I just watched you dance. It was beautiful. I'm kind of... boring.”

“Well, you’re not boring to me. You just… you’re just yourself, Nanami. And I like that about you.”

Nanami’s breath hitches, and soon he’s leaned closer, and you easily fall against his embrace, a hand on his broad chest, material warm and thick under your touch, the other still holding his. He’s studying you, eyes roaming over your face, and it’s on the tip of your tongue to tell him, just to end it before it begins, before you catch more feelings than you already had.

He wouldn’t want you when he found out.

Or would he?

That stripper sure did fucking like him… you did.

You didn’t wanna lie to him…

But you also hated missing this chance, to know him, after so long.

Shit.

“There’s something I’ve been really wanting to try, and I kind of planned to do this after a proper date, if you had wanted.” His hand gently cups your face, and your heart is pounding in your ears.

“What would you like to try?” Your voice was just a whisper, your eyes darting to his lips, which he nervously ran a tongue along, tempting you further.

“May I kiss you?” He asked, so softly, and your heart now wants to pound out of your chest, your breath coming out in a little pant, which seemed to excite him, hands tightening just a bit.

“Yes. Please.” You flush at your desperate words, but Nanami moaned quietly then, and then he was so close to you.

He asked you this time.

Without further hesitation, he leans in and kisses you, firm, but gently. Your lips part, and his tongue starts to dance with yours, sending a shiver down your spine, an ache in your lower tummy beginning. He tastes like coffee and something uniquely him, and you can feel your heart racing as he pulls you closer, one hand gently tangled in your drying hair.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back as he possesses your mouth, familiar yet so foreign, and your hands drift up to his broad shoulders, clinging to him, for some sense of gravity. He nips your lower lip, and you tremble, desire hitting every nerve ending of your body from just that.

He pulls away just a bit, leaning back, studying your features with stark desire in his eyes. “You feel familiar…”

You gulp. “I do?”

“Yes.” He kisses you softly, as if testing his theory, and you almost falter, letting it spill out, but then his mouth is back on you, silencing anything you may let loose, instead his tongue is more insistent, more passionate.

One of his big strong hands finds its way under the shirt you wore, his shirt, hot on your bare skin as it slides up your tummy, to your waist, pausing just at your rib cage, making your breasts ache for more. The feeling is exhilarating, and you can feel the heat building between your legs. You want nothing more than to lose yourself in this moment, to forget about everything else.

As his tongue tangles with yours, he slips a hand up further, pulling away with a shaky breath. “I should stop.”

“Ugh, no!” He blinks a bit at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up, taking his hand in yours and looking right into his eyes, those green flecks illuminated as his pupils dilate. “Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck no. But… is this okay?” He asks, and you nod, as he begins cupping your breast over the lace of your bra, which had not gotten wet in the rain, though you couldn’t say the same for your panties…. You gasp, feeling a sharp jolt of desire shoot through you. He massages your nipple just a little roughly, and you cry out, throwing your head back.

He growls, Nanami Kento growls, quietly, but it sounded possessive and fucking hot, and he’s kissing down your neck, making you wetter as you grind on the couch for some friction against your aching pussy. Your nipples hurt against the lace, pressing more and more insistently on his rough palms.

“Nanami…” You whisper, wanting more, more…

“Kento.” He says against your neck, softly, tickling you, before looking back down into your gaze. “Call me Kento, please.”

You smile, the name you’ve never really said, feeling intimate. “Kento.”

He says your name softly, too, and it sounded far too good from his lips, then you all are kissing once more, his hand gently easing the thin cup of your bra down, brushing against your bare breast now. You cry out into his mouth, body unable to stop moving as you craved him with all of you.

“It’s so familiar.” He pulls back to breathe out, and you’re tense, as he’s studying your eyes, your every feature. “I…”

“I should go.” You hop up, nervous as fuck, and he stands, turning you to him, drinking you in with those goddamn studious eyes.

“Why?”

“I…”

“Did I go too far?” He frowns, concerned, so sweet and you didn’t deserve it. You shake your head furiously.

“I liked it way too much… not even far enough. It’s just I… you don’t even know me, Nanami.”

“Kento.” He corrects, and it’s like an order, firm, so different from his usual gentle tones, standing so tall and handsome over you.

“Kento.” His name is like a caress.

“Do you want me to stop, then?”

“No, I want you to fucking rail me on the goddamn wall.” You gasp, covering your mouth, and he stands there, shocked, blinking. “Fuck. Welp. I sound like a whole slut, but I’m actually not, I don’t even have much experience, not that it’s bad to! People should fuck all they want, and I just feel slutty for you and I’m being really awkward, so please ignore that, my god! I…”

“Will you shut up?” He shocked you, making you gasp, the tone was soft, quiet, but the words…

“Shut up?” He nods, and walks toward you, and you’re backing away, step by torturous step, as he presses you forward, until you’re backed up against the living room wall. His hands are on either side above your head, as he leans forward.

“You want me to rail you on a wall?” He demands, and your pussy is throbbing, your breasts hurting, every bit of you consumed as he stands over you, imposing, consuming you.

“Just ignore me. I have a lot of… problems.”

His brows drew low over his eyes. “Oh. So you didn’t mean it.”

“No, I sure fucking did, it’s just you don’t know me. You don’t know what all I do, what I-”

You peer up, so much shorter than him, feeling so small, your heart racing as you struggle to catch a breath. His hand was gently tilting your chin up. “I don’t care whatever it is you do.”

“What if I’m an assassin?” You tease, he smirks just a bit, then he shocks you, pressing you further into the wall, wrapping an arm around your hips, lifting you with ease to where your feet are just dangling. Fuck it was hot.

“An assassin, a thief, a stripper…” You tense. You’re sure he notices, but he continues on, and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his hips, now pressed against him. “I don’t really care. I am more interested in how you’ve gotten this wet for me from a kiss.”

You cry out, and then you’re kissing again, Nanami pressing your body against the wall, you grind against him helplessly, heat against the hard bulge in his jeans, wishing you could rip them the fuck off. He took over every sense, every nerve ending, every piece of your soul, as his strong hands held you by your ass, pressing further against you.

“I’m this wet because you make me this way.” You manage to whisper, and then his hooded eyes locked on yours, hands gripping you so tight you’d bruise, and you’d be happy as fuck to have marks from him.

“I want to go on a date with you.” You giggle, at the position you all are in, and he even laughs breathlessly.

“I’ll definitely go on a date. Are you gonna make me wait for…” He nods, and you sigh just a bit, aching.

“I want to do things right.”

“Are we going to ask my parents permission to court me then?” He playfully bites your neck, making you moan, your hands enwrapping in his hair.

“You’re kind of a smart ass aren’t you?”

“A bit. Maybe. Mmm.” He’s now pecking little apology kisses, where he’d bit you just ever so slightly, shooting hot desire down through you.

“I would ask to court you. If we were in the 1800s.”

You giggle, swooning now, leaning your head back against the wall, losing it all in him. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Cute? Sweet? That’s what you think of me, hmm.”

“Mmhmm.”

He eases you down, and you wobble on your feet, missing him against you immediately. 

“I do really like that perfume, it’s still on you even though you’re soaked.” Your breaths make your chest rise and fall rapidly. “Soaked everywhere.”

“Fuck.”

You’re both kissing again, as if you can’t get enough, and you boldly take his hand, bringing it to your pussy, over his own boxers, which you had indeed soaked. He groans, sliding a finger down under the waistband, moaning into your lips as you return in kind, finding your puffy clit with ease. He rubbed in little circles, pulling back to look sensually down at you.

“You’re so pretty.” He says, and you want him so bad you feel tears prick your eyes in frustration as he continues his easy little caresses.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He grins, shaking his head with a little laugh. “I’m not… eloquent or whatever. Just really horny.”

“I see this.” He starts kissing down your throat again, your collarbone, your chest, you wanted to rip off your damn shirt, ride his fingers until you came, but he just tortured you with his easy little circles. You rub back and forth on him, whining. “So desperate for more of my touch, are you?”

Fuck.

“Yeah. I am.” He moans, sliding his finger lower finally, pushing inside of you then, and you fell apart, from just that, the sensation tearing through your body. “Mnh.”

“You’re so tight.” He murmurs, pressing up into you, finger so thick and long, your own two little fingers could never hit there, massaging against your tightening walls. He has one of your legs up in seconds, wrapped around his hip, so he has better access. “You want to come, darling?”

Darling. Fuck.

“Ah- thought I had to wait.” He crooks a finger inside of you just so, watching you with parted lips, finding that spot that made you see stars with ease, you gasp as pressure builds.

“You’ll have to wait sometime to get railed. As you so elegantly put it. But I’d love to see your lovely face while I make you come.”

If you hadn’t completely fallen, you sure have now.

His second finger slid down your slit, coating in your wetness, before pushing inside you. So long, thick, stretching your pussy out with both, you hiss a bit at it. A little too much pressure, but your body adjusted quickly as his fingers increased their rhythm, your vision blurs, breath quickens as he plays you so well. And he is just watching you, his lips parted, eyelids hooded, as if you were the prettiest thing he’d seen.

It was too much.

You fall apart, closer and closer, higher and higher, and he’s just fingerfucking you through it, those light brown eyes watching every expression your face made avidly. Soon, the heel of his hand is pressing on your clit as he’s shoving his fingers in all the way, and you’re trembling, everything building. You cling to him, your eyes shutting.

“Unh. Ah! Fuck, Kento… I'm close.”

“Ah-ah. Look at me.” He orders, and you do, meeting his aroused gaze, as he holds you tight while he’s hitting that spot just right, and you’re starting to pulse around his fingers, on the edge. “Come for me, pretty.”

You do it as if on command, but you were goddamn near there anyway, shaking, a near scream tearing through your throat, as he watched you orgasm, wetness slipping out of your tight cunt, onto his fingers. The sound was ridiculously obscene as he finished, finally easing up, sliding his fingers up and down your cunt.

“Kento… Mmnh…so good.” You mumble, as he eases his fingers out your cry out softly, And he's pulling you to his hard body, still fully dressed, kissing you as your body is shaking.

“You all right?” You nod, enjoying being pressed against him, his embrace.

“Oh, I'm great.” He chuckled softly, and you both kissed again. “Do you want me to return-”

“I enjoyed touching you plenty. That's more than enough.” You swoon over him some more. Fuck. How bad were you down for him?

“I'd like to.”

“Have patience, would you, darling?” You sigh, nodding, blushing. 

“I really am not that experienced, I just kind of… lose it with you? So I may be talking mad game I can't live up to.”

“I don't mind that, either way.” He peers down at you, eyes softening. “When are we going to have this date, hmm?”

“I'm free this weekend?” You'd skip the strip night. You couldn't imagine even doing that at the moment.

You were a simp, Yuji was right.

“I am too. Text you the details this week?” You nod.

“Kinda don't wanna move, right now.”

“Then let's stay like this for a bit.”

You just stand there, in his strong arms, his chin on your head as his hand stroked your hair. There were things needing to be said soon, more things building… feelings… Rain is lightly pattering against the windows, Kento’s heart was steady against your ear. Your mind is fuzzy from his touch, but for now you just really like him holding you.

Chapter 4

Ao3 chap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/142698424#workskin

[iamthecomet]

hi, do you still take requests? I would love to see some broken limbs related comfort (does that count as a sick fic?). like mountain helping rain walk cus he lost his crutch or cirrus helping cumulus wash her hair since it's hard to do with a cast on her arm. (implying there's a reason they can't insta heal)

I do still take requests! It just sometimes takes me a really long time to get to them. But this one got my brain whirling. I haven't written much (any?) of it in the Ghost fandom but I am a big fan of whump (the injury version of a sick fic). So thank you for giving me an opportunity to inflict some pain (and comfort) on our favorites. Almost 1.2k of Aeon & Swiss hurt/comfort under the cut (no broken bones, because this is what came to me instead).

Aeon loves quintessence. He loves the electric shock of it. The tingling warmth. The way he can ease pain, and loosen muscles with a little press of his fingers. How he chases away Dew's headaches, and Cumulus' lower back pain. How he can loosen up Rain's hips, and Mountain's shoulders with barely a flex of his muscles. The only thing he hates about it, is the limitations. The fact that he can't do it to himself. Can't turn his power around and soothe his own aches. Most of the time, it isn't a problem. He's flexible, loose, spry. His vessel isn't prone to tense muscles or joint pain--maybe a product of his quintessence nature. He doesn't know. What he does know, is he's in agony. Something happened during Square Hammer. He got a little to overzealous with his movements and slipped on errant confetti. Hand coming up to grip the closest thing to him--the edge of Mountain's drum platform. His grip kept him upright, but wrenched on his shoulder as he regained his balence. Forcing an uncomfortable pop in his shoulder that he felt radiate through his entire body. A sickening thud, followed closely by immediate alarm bells in his head. That's not right. Something is wrong. It didn't hurt--not right away. Too caught up in the sudden wrongness of it. Adrenaline, already pumping through him from the show, dumping into his blood at an alarming rate. He thought he was fine. The pain started just before the end of the song. A dull ache radiating across his shoulder. Slowly gaining heat and intensity. Now, he's standing next to Swiss, about to bow, feeling like if he doesn't get off of this stage right now he's going to collapse in front of twenty thousand people. His stomach twists. The pain is bright and not now. Molten. Deep in his shoulder. Moving it, even just a little, raises a strange sense of dread through his body. Like something at the base of his brainstem knows he shouldn't do that. That catastrophe will happen if he does. Fight or flight directed toward his own body--his own pain. He wishes he could run from it. That he could just take off--run fast enough to leave this pain on the stage. Spread out and abandoned. Instead it's all he can do to bow without bursting into tears. When Swiss claps his hand over Aeon's shoulder, he winces. Pain drags up his neck, into his skull. Swiss notices, of course he does. Gaze lingering on Aeon for a second too long. Aeon flushes under his mask--embarassed even though he doesn't know why. He can't see Swiss' eyes but he can picture the way they're narrowing behind those dark lenses. Aeon looks away first, he shrugs it off. He makes it off stage, into the dressing room, and halfway out of his uniform before the trouble really starts. Everything is fine until he goes to pull his compression shirt off. The vest went fine, and the button up shirt beneath. He'd shrugged them off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But now--this--fuck. He should have just worn the sleeves tonight. He curses himself, looks at the compression sleeves sitting neglected in his trunk. He thought about it--but after a few shows of constantly having to adjust them back up on his arms he'd opted for the full shirt to save him some aggravation. He swears, under his breath. Glamor rapidly failing him as he feels fangs prick against his lip, and the bite of claws into his palms. He tries to get it under control, grasping at straws for any hint of control, of magic, of relief. "You ok, Bug?" Swiss is gentle this time when he touches Aeon. Avoiding the shoulder all together and opting for a heavy warm palm on his waist. Aeon feels panic crawl up his throat, hot and insistent. Filling him with the need to go. To run. To scream. Instead, he whines. Pain breaking out through his clenched teeth. Swiss stiffens, the usually casual air of his evaporating, replaced with worry. "Aeon." "I did something--my shoulder," Aeon's cheeks get hot, eyes watering. "It's not getting better. And I can't get my fucking shirt off."

"Let me help." Swiss is gentle when he slips his fingers beneath the compression fabric. Aeon allows himself to be undressed--not much else he can do. He can barely lift his arm, but Swiss manages, gentling the fabric of hot swollen flesh and dropping it onto the ground with everything else. "Hurts," Aeon says as Swiss looks at his shoulder--investigating without being asked. Aeon wishes Aether were here, he'd at least talk to him while he did this. He'd make Aeon feel better. Swiss just looks, shifts Aeon's arm this way and that like he knows what he's looking for. "I'm sure it does," Swiss mumbles. Then Aeon feels it--a tiny spark. Quintessence. Just a little. Tenative. Like Swiss isn't used to using it like this. "I'm not Aether, obviously. But I think it's a sprain. You'll be alright." Aeon feels those words somewhere at his core. Solid. True. Maybe it's Swiss' quintessence. The power of suggestion. But he believes him. Even as the pain rages, barely touched by what little quintessence Swiss has given him. He wants to beg for more, he almost does--but Swiss is still talking. "....get you dressed and back to the hotel. I'll take care of you." "You?" Aeon looks up at him. Swiss laughs, lopsided grin finally slotting back into place. "Yeah, me. Why you hoping for someone else to play nurse?" "No! No, I just mean--you're not--I figured you had better things to do. Weren't you and Dew going to go to that bar or something? I'll be ok--" "I know you'll be ok. But I want to help. So let me." Aeon wants to protest. He knows he's a part of this pack as much as anyone else--has never been lead to believe he isn't. But he's still new, still worries that he's one misstep away from being rejected. But Swiss has never given him a reason to think that, and he looks so earnest when he asks. Wearing his glamor. Looking so startlingly human with warm brown eyes and that crooked smile that always makes Aeon's stomach flip. Swiss grabs Aeon's t-shirt and holds it out to him--ready to help, and Aeon sags in resignation. He can do it alone--he can take care of himself and battle through this pain without any help. But why would he want to. "Will you even wash my hair for me?" Aeon asks, half a joke, grinning just for the opportunity to see Swiss grin back. "Maybe," Swiss laughs, helping Aeon into his t-shirt. "But, I might just dose you with enough quintessence to knock you out so I can go party with Dew." "You won't," Aeon says, sure. Feeling lighter despite the pain radiating down his arm and into his fingers. Swiss pulls him close, guides him out of the dressing room with a steady hand on the small of his back. "No," he concedes. "I won't."

[chosos-mascara]

gojo, bj, a slight dom dynamic, whimpers, spit, deepthroat, makes u swallow

"please, satoru." your words have an edge of desperation as you tug at his sweatpants, the coolness of your fingers causing his abdomen to suck in - though he doesn't let on how that alone had caused his breath to hitch.

"well, since you asked so nicely." satoru plays it off, adjusting his lower half to allow the waistband to slide over thigh, his already semi length falling to hit stomach.

you take him in your hand first, tongue grazing head as you pump a few unhurried movements over him. he bites back a groan - feeling a little more dominant, though it's all short lived when your tongue goes from base to head and you finally wrap your lips over him.

"f-fuck." satoru stutters much to his demise, a hand flying to grasp the back of your head and gently coax you to take him deeper. you glance up, nose kissing groin, and satoru's head is tilted back, mouth ajar. his chest rises and falls with a little more vigor, and you can picture his eyes squeezing shut as you hollow your lips, dragging them back upward.

his hips roll up and you gag, though bring yourself to take him into your throat despite the slight discomfort, knowing that each constriction of your throat caused his dick to twitch, hand now heavy on your head as you have all control.

when you pull away, a long string of drool from your lips to his glistening length, satoru thinks he could die right there. no one could touch him, no one could kill him, yet here you were with the world in your hands. satoru thinks if you'd had an ulterior motive to this relationship, one ending in the murder of humanity's strongest, he'd let simply it happen.

there's a build up of saliva in your mouth, thick drool accumulated from taking him into your throat. you think about swallowing it all back, though instead choose open wide, sticking out your tongue to allow the mixture to land directly over his cock. a whimper leaves his chest, eyes widening and spare hand moving to rest over his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt between his fingers. the other palm presses over the back of your head, pressuring you to take him again, and you allow it.

with your hand accompanying your movements over him, satoru can do nothing but groan, a light tightening over his dick when you bring yourself to surface, the gooey mixture of precum and spit massaged right into his dick. it's all a bit sensitive, he thinks - though it's all too good to stop you.

he grows closer and you can tell; he's suddenly meeting you halfway with desperate thrusts, your name on his lips along with squeezes over his shirt, still bundled up in left hand.

he spills, a loud and mouthy moan, head dropping down with eyes clenched shut. you watch as he allows his high to take over and taste his arousal on your tongue.

when he's done, with a shaky breath and pop, you remove yourself from him. in the corner of your eye as you press your hands in his thighs to stand, it's glaringly obvious he's watching your movements. when you're upright, your eyes on the doorway as you begin to rush toward the sink to spit the salty liquid away, satoru places a hand on your shoulder.

you look to him in confusion, but he points to your mouth. while standing, he feels even more intimidating, the height difference leaving you no room to move.

"you begged to suck my dick and you're not even gonna swallow?" his tone is teasing yet stern, a harsh look in his eye. you know he would let you past, that he wouldn't force you to swallow, yet in that moment with your heart racing and the scary look in his eye, you do it. you open your mouth, sticking out tongue to show the emptiness, and he smirks. as a puff of air escapes his nose in amusement, he takes a hand to your head to ruffle your hair. "good girl."