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strap in and strap ON sorry

took a break from working on fluff pieces to slap this together. all i do on this stupid website is reveal what a huge sub i am im furious.

characters included: jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers, ada wong, helena harper, a very special secret guest (leon kennedy)

content: feat. reader receiving and giving, oral, piv, licking of fluids, light humiliation, talking you through it, established relationship assumed, reader is afab in helena & leon's parts, strap-on gratuitous referred to as dick and cock.

You don't need to convince Jill the strap is real. She already knows. She's convincing you the strap is real.

She's informing you as a courtesy that she's going to knock you up, and the way she has you all knotted up, hands pressing the backs of your thighs up, up, up, as wide as she can get you, you believe her.

She drills down into you, tits bouncing, making you go cross-eyed. You try to keep your noises locked behind your lips, sweet little whines muted. Your hand reaches for her and she swats it away before you can so much as brush a nipple. Jill grips your jaw so hard it stings, squishing your cheeks together until your noises are loud enough for the neighbors to complain.

Her hands leave you once you melt into the mattress. The rustle and chime of her removing her harness is a lullaby to you, wind chimes on a muggy summer night.

When you're finally boneless beneath her, limbs heavy, body covered in a sheen of sweat, lube, and cum, she trails the backs of her fingers along your spine. Her palm presses to the small of your back, velvet voice in your ear purring praise for you.

But when she dangles her gear in front of you, the bumper that had sat flush with her cunt still gleaming with her cum.

“Clean this up for me,” Jill instructs, hand curled around the base of your skull while you gorge yourself.

Claire, on the other hand, is secretly flustered by your attempts to convince her the strap is real.

You're jerking her off mid-make out and she's rolling her eyes because c'mon, you know I don't feel that, right?

Sure, baby. Anything you say. Her hips keep rocking to meet your fist, her nipples peaked, arching into your touch. She drags you in by your shirt until you're straddling her, dick wedged stiffly at the apex of your thighs. When you squirm, she laughs.

“Wanna ride it, huh?” Claire taunts, her hands trailing against your side. She doesn't expect you to say please. If it were real, it would have twitched.

Claire can be so mean when she teases but she falls apart when you dish it back to her. You grind against her, palming her dick to keep it right where you need it, right where it feels best, because Claire can't stop lifting her hips, can't stop bucking against you even though she insists she ‘can't feel it’.

You begged her to cum inside you just once and her hips snapped against yours, like she was trying to buck you off.

Your hands brace on her shoulders, grinning in the face of Claire's scowl.

“Just get on your hands and knees already. Jesus. I'm gonna make you ask next time.”

Rebecca can't stop slapping it around just to watch it wiggle. She bats at it like a cat, tugs it down with one finger just to watch it spring up and nearly slap her stomach.

“It's so funny,” she insists, not realizing she's dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry lion.

As much fun as she has just fiddling with it, she's not truly sold on the strap-on experience until you gift her a harness with a little pouch for a bullet vibe.

Her technique falls to pieces, but the way she fucks you is so enthusiastic that it's hard to be mad when she ruins your orgasm with her sloppy thrusts.

She's finding her third orgasm when her stamina wears out. Rebecca collapses against your back, hips still flush with yours, dick buried in you to the hilt. Your chest falls flat and she faces in after you, pressing a groan to your skin when the vibe hums against her clit just right. Her hips thrust staccato, chasing herself over the edge again, fucking herself somehow deeper into you.

“Sorry, sorry,” Rebecca whimpers, finally pulling out of you. She wiggles out of the harness like it's in fire, the vibration suddenly too much all at once.

When she finally catches her breath, she asks, “did you..?” and she's mortified when you shake your head before she even finishes her sentence.

Her hands pry your thighs apart before you can even tell her it's okay. She demands you lay back, hands gliding under your ass to move you where she wants. Her jaw isn't tired.

Ada really doesn't bust it out that often. She has no inclination towards penetrative sex, insists she can make you feel just as good without it - but she does acknowledge that sometimes these tools serve their purposes.

It's like you can hear a chorus of angels when she opens the soft case she keeps her glittery black strap in. She rolls her eyes, tells you not to look so eager.

How can you not? She passes you her gear and lets you guide the harness up her legs, lets you kiss her cunt in preemptive thanks before you fit her cock over it - and then you kiss the head, too.

Once, you thought you saw her drool when you looked up at her, strap down your throat, eyes wet with tears. It seemed so unlike her, so messy in the place of her usual curated stoicism. You'd clung to that image for months, hung it in your mind as the real Ada shining from between all her layers, and you'd spent months gagging yourself on her cock for a glimpse of her.

She coaches you through it no matter how many times you take her. She sets her palm against your cheek, watches you lean into her touch, cock prodding against your other side.

“So pretty like this, aren't you?” Mhm, yes ma'am. You can't say that, but you try to tell her with your eyes. “You're doing so well. A little more. Think about where you want me next.”

There's always a next with Ada. She doesn't do anything in half measures and that includes you. Maybe there was a time where she would have taken her pleasure quickly, where she'd have been gone before your own could crest, but now the only time it truly feels like you have her is when she's in bed with you.

Helena leaves you wobbling around like a newborn deer every single time. Her arm curls around your waist the morning after, tugs you back to bed in apology when she sees you stumbling.

“M'sorry baby.” She presses her nose just behind your ear, inhales deeply, fits her body against your back. “I'll be more gentle next time.”

So that was a fucking lie.

Helena's got a thing about windows, likes to fuck you up against them, her feet planted wide, grinding her strap into you hard and deep.

Her promise to be more gentle is long forgotten. She keeps you crowded against the glass, your shirt yanked down so your tits press flat on the window. Large or small, tits or pecs, she wants them out and on display for anyone who galena to look up and see how good you're getting it.

Helenas's other hand stays pressed to your navel, like she's trying to feel herself moving in you, “all the way in your stomach, huh? You feel me?”

On rare nights when she wants it, she wants it hard. She wants her brains scrambled she tells you, tightening the harness at your hips. She presses a kiss where the fat of your hip bubbles up, runs her fingers reverently along the dips and divot of your skin.

It's the most softness you'll get until she's satisfied. If you can't or won't pound her into the mattress (or carpet, or countertop, or backseat, or…) then she has no problem forcing you to sit still while she fucks herself on your cock.

Leon is so fucking angry when you slap your strap against his cheek. He's scowling up at you, all puffed up and defensive. Maybe now that he knows how it feels he'll stop doing it to you. (You hope not.)

“I think you've done this before,” you muse when he finally takes you into his mouth. You waited ‘til he couldn't respond, of course, just to see him glare at you. It's hard to pout when your mouth is full of cock, but Leon manages it. (See? He's a pro.)

This was his idea. You don't know what he's being so pissy about it for. You'd have thought it was Christmas the way his eyes lit up when he found your strap-on, shoved to the very bottom of a box. It had been an interesting moving day. Leon had found it in him to wait until his friends were gone to tell you about his discovery. The teasing, you'd expected. The interest, not as much.

“You gonna be pouty if I'm bigger than you?” You teased, expecting a laugh, not a fucking moan.

The pattern develops quickly. You brush his hair gently from his face. He pulls off your cock. Your hand fists in his hair, urging him back. He moans, fits even more of you into his mouth, nearly gags himself and recovers like a champ.

Leon pulls off you, lips swollen and spittle trailing. You need to ask him if he's okay with pictures, you realize, stomach squirming and heat pooling. Your thumb smooths over his cheekbone and the gentleness has him rocking into his knees, reaching past you for a bottle of lube. He tosses it to you and you nearly drop it, too busy watching him lay back, cock flushed and leaking against his skin.

When you finally remember how to breathe, you wobble in between his legs. You line your cock up with his. It takes both your hands to wrap completely around the two of you. Leon's eyes flutter shut.

“I'm bigger,” you whisper, unable to help yourself. Leon glares at you, jaw clenching. You'd think he was mad if his dick hadn't just jumped in your hand.

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Quiet Acts of Love | Bat Boys

What are the quiet acts of love the Bat Boys live by when it comes to the love of their life?

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BRUCE WAYNE 🖤 | always giving the other the last bite of their food

You're not sure when it started happening. Whether it was the first date you eyed Bruce's plate with drool nearly seeping from the corners of your mouth or that night you stayed over and Alfred asked what your breakfast preferences were, you saw Bruce's delicious omelet. Either way, a fork was being ushered to your mouth with the last bite on the prongs.

The first time it happened though, you were confused. "What?"

Bruce smirked, holding the fork in front of your mouth. "You've been staring at my plate since you got yours. Go on, have the last bite."

A smile spread across your face and you parted your lips, Bruce gently putting the fork in your mouth. You savored the taste. After that night, Bruce made it a habit to always give you the last bite of his food whether it be breakfast, lunch, dinner, or dessert. He loved seeing your pretty eyes roll back with the flavor on your tongue.

And if it's dessert? Expect Bruce to not only give you the last bite but he's certainly going to rub his tongue against yours to taste it again.

DICK GRAYSON 💙 |  keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit. 

"I'm hungryyyy!" You groan, flopped upside down on Dick's couch. He smiled down at you and stroked his fingertips across your face before grabbing your hands and pulling you into a seated position.

"Go look through the cabinet. Bottom shelf on the left." He winks, helping you to your feet. He gives your ass a firm squeeze on the way to the kitchen, earning a laugh from you.

You make your way over to the cabinet, a little confused by his specificity on where to look. But when you pulled open the cabinet and came face-to-face with the spot he pointed out, a gasp flooded from your mouth.

"You bought my favorite snacks?!" You erupt, twisting to see Dick leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, a cocky little smirk on his face.

There was everything you wanted. Salty, sweet, sour. Whatever Dick saw you eating most of, your favorites were neatly stowed into their own little portion of the cabinet. "You. Are. Amazing!" You squeak, grabbing your snacks and racing back to the couch, but first stopping to give him a quick kiss on the mouth.

JASON TODD ❤️ | kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose. 

The fog poured from your mouth- that's how freezing it was in Gotham City. You sat on the rooftop with Jason, stargazing. You weren't sure why you agreed to do it in these temperatures, but alas, there you were.

Jason turned his head to the side and kissed the tip of your nose, earning the tips of your ears to grow hot. "W-what was that for?" You stammered.

Jason grinned in response and kissed the tip of your nose again. "You are so adorable- that's why." He did it again, and again, his warm lips a stark contrast to the bitter air of the night.

It started a new tradition. Jason always kissed the tip of your nose. It was his way of showing his affection for you. Loved watching you get all flustered when he'd kiss the very tip, your eyes crossing to see his lips in the center. He'd pull away and shoot you a devious wink before he'd part for the evening.

Tip of the nose kisses became mandatory. It was an argument settler too, the motion that told you that neither of you would go to bed angry. Because how can one go to bed angry with the most handsome man who kisses the love his life on the tip of their nose post-argument?

TIM DRAKE ☕️ |  "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" 

"Hey, Tim's in the lobby." Your assistant said as she rapped her knuckles on your door. You raised an eyebrow and pushed away from your desk. You were due to meet Tim for lunch downtown but you weren't sure why he was at your work.

You sailed down the elevator to the first floor and upon the steel doors opening, your eyes widened at the sight of a very handsome Tim Drake, sporting a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. In his hands was a massive bouquet of flowers which had already been placed beautifully inside a vase.

"Tim!" You exclaimed. Heat rose to your cheeks as your co-workers all gathered around to see the very romantic gesture your boyfriend pulled off.

"I brought you flowers." Tim flashed you a boyish grin. You laughed, nodding.

"For what?"

Tim squinted his eyes and took a step forward, his hand dropping to your waist. "There has to be a reason?" He whispered in your ear before nipping you playfully on the cheek. "Wanted to surprise you, baby. You're mine and you deserve it." He shot you a wink as you took the flowers off his hands. After that, Tim spontaneously brought you flowers, all in the name of you being his.

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“Fuck, I missed you so much” Josh whispered in her ear and all  Airielle could do was let out a moan and cling onto him, her nail leaving crescent shaped indents on his shoulder blades  as he started snapping his hip against hers, loving the way she was clinging onto him. 

“Aye! I love that y’all getting reacquainted and shit but we got dinner reservations Uce!” Josh snickered into her neck. 

“I’m not stopping until you give me another one Rih.”  Airielle felt like she was about to pass out, he had already made her cum 3 times tonight. She cursed as he placed one of her legs over his shoulder and wrapped her other leg wrapped tightly around his waist.  “C’mon Rih, you can do it.” 

“J-Josh” she choked out.  He smirked and moved his head so that it was resting against hers. 

“Fuck, i’m boutta cum.” He moaned out before pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy kiss. You love me?” He asked her, she nodded her head. “Nah baby, I gotta hear you say it.”  He brought his hand down, thumb finding her clit. 

“I love you J,” She moaned out as she felt the coil in her belly snap. He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out completely and emptying on her lower stomach.  She brought his face down to hers, kissing him as their breathing returned to almost normal. 

He laughed against her lips when she started to doze off. “Nah, baby. You heard Jon, we got reservations.”  She sucked her teeth and groaned as he sat them both up and got up from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom, so they could shower. 

“Fine, but keep that thing away from me.” She said pointing towards his dick causing him to laugh. 

“No promises.” 

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“Is there something on my face?” Airielle asked Josh, after catching him staring at her for the umpteenth time that night. Josh chuckled, biting his lip as his eyes scanned over her face. 

“Nah, just admiring how beautiful you are.” Airielle rolled her eyes and tried to hide her smile by picking up her glass and taking a drink. “You don’t understand how happy you made me by giving me a second chance.” Airielle awkwardly cleared her throat and averted her gaze. She did not - was not giving Josh a second chance. He had sex with somebody else and there was no coming back from that. 

She understood that she had given him the wrong impression by having sex with him. But she was vulnerable and Josh was there saying how much he loved her and…. She just kinda let herself get lost in the moment. 

“Josh, maybe we should talk - “ She started but was cut off by Jon. 

“Aye, Trin look at them, Ain’t they cute as hell. Man, I'm happy y’all got through y’alls bullshit.” Airielle forced a smile on her face at Jon’s words. She wanted to yell out that she and Josh were not together but everyone looked so happy.  “To love!” Jon called out, raising his glass in the air.

“To love!” Josh and Trin repeated, raising their glasses too, Airielle raised her glass as well but didn’t say anything. She let out a sigh as she brought her glass to her lips and downed it in one gulp. ‘This is gonna be a long weekend.’  She thought. 

“You wanna take a walk on the beach?” Josh asked her as they walked back to the villa. She nodded but then looked down at her heels.  “I’ll hold them for you.” He said as he bent down to help her unbuckle and slide them off the feet.  He gently grabbed her hands and laced their fingers together as they made their way onto the beach. “You alright, you been quiet since dinner.” 

“I’m fine.” She replied softly, looking out onto the ocean as the sun started to set. 

“You sure? I’m here if you wanna talk Airielle.” When she didn’t reply, he unlinked their fingers and cupped her jaw, bringing her attention to him. “Talk to me Airi.” 

“I can’t be with you.” She blurted out. His heart sank as her words registered in his brain. 

“What?” He asked, as he searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “But you said you love me.” 

“I do love you Josh. I just can’t be with you.” She let out a sigh and removed his hand from her face. “I didn’t lie about loving you, I would never lie about that.” She paused as if to find the right words. “It’s just everytime I look at you all I see is you and her.” 

“Rih, come on.” He groaned out. “How many times I gotta apologize for that. It was a mistake -” 

She scoffed, cutting him off. “It wasn’t a mistake Joshua. You invited her over your place for a reason. You wanted to get back at me. You wanted to hurt me like I hurt you.” Josh scoffed and started shaking his head. 

“Nah, don’t say that shit Airielle. You know damn well I didn’t do that shit to intentionally hurt you.” 

“Josh, you could have gone out on a date with her and that would have been enough payback. But no you had to take it a step further and fuck her. I can’t get back together with you and pretend that everything is fine. She works with us, what if-” 

“Raymond works with us too!” He shouted, growing frustrated with her. To him, she was being completely unreasonable, yes he fucked up by having sex with Yara but, he’s apologized over and over for it. What more could she want from him? 

“I never fucked Ray. Never even thought about fucking him. You on the other hand, had to have had thoughts about fucking her. It’s been something you must’ve been wanting to do for a while and I guess seeing me and Raymond at that bar.” She paused and shrugged and she felt tears starting to prick her eyes. “I guess you just decided to say fuck it.” 

“So what now huh?” Josh asked, feeling like his chest was about to cave in. “You fuck me here and when we go back to Pensacola you just gon act like nothing happened between us? Just gon toss me aside after everything we’ve been through?!” 

Airielle flinched at the bass in his voice. "I need time, Josh,” she said, her voice trembling, "I need time to figure things out."

"Figure what out?" Josh snapped, his temper flaring. "You think I don't regret what happened? You think I don't wish I could take it all back?" Airielle was happy that the part of the beach they were in was relatively empty because he was just getting louder and louder. 

“But you can’t!” She snapped back. “I can’t just forgive and forget Joshua!” 

“You not innocent in this shit neither Airielle.” Josh barked out, struggling to contain his emotions. “If you never broke up with me, we wouldn’t be sitting here having this dumb ass conversation.” Airielle scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. 

“"I never said I was blameless, Josh, but I also didn’t fuck anybody else.”  Josh shook his head, this conversation was going nowhere. 

“You know what.” He said with a humorless chuckle as he passed her he heels and then threw his hands up. "I'm done arguing with you," he growled, upper lip curling as he looked at her. "You want space? Fine. But don't expect me to be waiting around for you to make up your damn mind."

Airielle finally let her tears fall as she watched him walk away. With each step he took away from her the ache in her chest grew heavier. And as he disappeared into the distance, taking a piece of her heart with him, Airielle knew that she was truly alone. 

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BAD IDEA RIGHT? | TOM BLYTH

— pairing: tom blyth x filmmaker!oc (fem.)

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— notes: some parts were lifted from i-D mag's feature on emma seligman!

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i fucking love your blog sm man 😩🤌🏽 i’d found it when i was going through my stranger things simp phase but i just saw your recent ghost post and saw you’re asking for mw requests so could i request some power bottom male reader with a sub top konig? reader just going to town riding his dick and keeping könig bound to the bed frame so he can’t touch him? that’s really all i’m looking for pls 🥹🙏🏽 creative freedom to you otherwise and if you’re not feeling this i totally understand :)

Writing for König's a bit hard since he's not a full campaign character, but I think this came out good. The hood stays on during sex ♡

König x M!Reader ↪ 920 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male power bottom reader, cis male service top König, reader knows just enough German to be a tease, bondage, minor stomach bulge, unsafe sex, three years of high school level German, established relationship, bondage, size kink, rope play, begging, and pet names.  

You gasp, bracing your legs as König instinctively bucks his hips up, fucking up into you. One of your hands shoots behind you to grip his leg tight, the other rubbing at his bulging arm muscles straining against the ropes holding him in place. 

“Still—” you hiss out, sinking down to take his whole length, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. As you move your hand to his throat, the words and movement effectively get him to freeze, though not without complaint.

“Bitte, mein hase–I—God, erlauben Sie mir—”

You huff a laugh, gently grinding back onto his pulsing cock, pushing his hood up just enough to get at his lips, kissing him deep and wet as he moans high and throaty.

“Words, König,” you murmur, lovingly kissing his face through the cloth, “sing for me.”

“I have,” he whines, rolling his head back against his shoulder, “nichtmuttersprachler…”

You grin, sucking dark hickeys into his strong shoulders causing him to whine out. You can feel how desperately his thigh muscles twitch, longing to move, to please you.

“Be my good boy, love, mein guter Junge—braver Junge. Ich kann es sprechen."

König groans at your words, a moan ripping from him as you start a slow and steady pace on his cock, feeling how he stretches you out—fills you up. You can’t help the little ‘ah, ah, ah’’s that poor from your lips, feeling his spongey cockhead pressing against your sweet spot. 

Your cock kicks and dribbles precum, König whining at the site, veins bulging in his arms as he struggles again. His brain feels hazy, drunk from the feeling of being used like a toy—something to only pleasure yourself with. He wants to be good, wants to make you feel good. Anything you could want to make you feel good. 

“Feel so full,” you hum, hips speeding up until you’re bouncing on him fast and hard, “so big, baby.”

He’s heard it so many times before in his life, but hearing it from you makes him gasp wetly, a strangled moan high and reedy escaping from him. You laugh, pulling his hood up again to nibble at his lips, and the pink tip of his tongue when it peeks out searching for permission.

“Are you close?” You smile against his lips, razor sharp. He shivers.

“Yes, yes, hase—bitte, please, please,” he begs, nails digging into his palms. You reach out to rub your hands over his bunched fists, soothing him from cutting into his own skin.

“Can feel it. Can feel you pulsing in me, love,” you whisper.

“Oh fuck—!” König cries out, eyes slamming shut.

“That’s it, mein Spielzeug. Go ‘head and move, make me feel good. Fill me up, you’ve been so patient.”

König growls. You can just see how his brow furrows under the hood as he braces his feet against the bed. There’s the slightest second of stillness. The calm before the storm, his heartbeat strong against your palm as you grope at his chest.

You lift onto your knees ever so slightly, moving up and off of him just for him to growl out a desperate, scratchy “no!”

You cry out as his hips launch up, sheathing his cock into you once again. There’s no pause, no adjustment period (though by God, are you stretched enough) as König fucked up into you like a crazed man, the both of your moans mixing together, almost drowned out by the wet slap of skin against skin—the squelch of your lube slick hole adjusting to his girth over and over. 

He doesn’t falter in his movements, and you can feel that heavy weight in your tummy where he pounds into you. You know if you pressed down on the fat there you could feel his cock moving inside of you—pummeling your tight little hole. 

And that’s exactly what you do.

Pushing down on your stomach you cry out as the head of his cock rubs past your fingertips through the layers of skin and fat and muscle. And König, fuck, König can feel it. Feel the faintest sensation of touch, of your fingers brushing over the bulge of his cock inside of you. 

It has the both of you tumbling over the edge, König thrusting up so hard and holding there that he’s essentially supporting your entire weight on just his hips and lap alone. Your spend splatters across his torso, wet and hot as his own cum fills your hole, deep and heavy. 

He all but collapses back onto the bed, taking you with him for the most part. When his cock slips out you nearly choke at the sudden feeling of emptiness and the hot mess of his cum leaking out of you. 

“Hase…” König grumbles, voice gravelly.

“Yes, love?” You whisper back, your head resting on his pec turning to peer up at him.

He pauses for a long moment. You can see how the cloth shifts over his mouth. He frowns.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, tone laced with worry. With regret. You chuckle and his eyes flutter shut in abject relief.

“You could never hurt me, braver Junge. My sweet darling,” you caress his cheek through the cloth and he nuzzles into it like a touch-starved feline, turning to press a kiss to your palm past the mask, “do you want to be untied?”

König shakes his head, his eyes remaining shut as his breathing finally returns to a steady, slow rattle.

“A little longer…” he quietly requests. You nod, settling against him.

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Color this cold world | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader (reader has a vagina)

Genre: smut, post-apocalyptic, dystopic, porn with a little of plot

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons, fight, blood, wounds and murder, mentions of father and mother figures, reader doesn’t believe in god, reader is shorter than him, many pet names it gets sickening, not proofread, smut

Smut Warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight degradation, Yunho has a big dick, uses of pet names (baby, bunny, etc), semi-public sex if I forgot anything let me know

A/n: I’m going through a Yunho and Seonghwa brain rot ever since the concept photos were released and when the mv came out I HAD to write something. It’s not completely inspired by Ateez universe (also because I still don’t understand a single thing about the storyline and tbh gave up, I’m too old for this lol), but a little inspired by the mv, and the dystopian novels I grew up reading, so if anything sound similar it might be that. 

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You paced around the little room. The skin around your nails already hurting from how much you’ve been biting them while waiting for any news from your boyfriend and his friends.

You looked over the small dirty window and saw the grey and ashy sky of the country. You don’t even remember seeing the sun, ever since the revolution started years ago and the opponent side won, the world have turned into a big mess of ashes and destruction, the few pieces of vegetation existing being the small weeds that besides all the pollution and destruction rose upon the cement cracks and dry soils. They are, somehow, the reason you still believe in a better future. And Yunho.

You still remember how you met him and the others, your father was one of the heads behind the rebellion against the state, always busy trying to make this destruction stop. He was a very smart man and raised you and your older brother alone after your mother left you three to run away with the chief of the opponents when you were born. Your dad recruited young children and teenagers who wanted to fight, and Yunho was one of them. 

He was your age, his chubby cheeks fuller to make him look stronger but his eyes and the way his knuckles were white from hilding into a fist betrayed him. 

The first time you had contact was when you helped his wound a few months after he joined the rebellion, you were one of those responsible for the nursing, alongside his friend Jongho, that joined with him.

“Are you okay, man?” the younger asked and he nodded, clearly scared.

“If you want to be part of this, you’ll have to be stronger. The state army have no fear nor remorse, not even for young people like us” you stated as you prepared the gauze to clean the cut. “I know it’s hard” he nodded and held all the pain he could. That day he promised to fight not only for his family and friends, but for you as well.

As the years passed by, the young chubby boy you used to know grew to be one of the best body combat fighters as well as shooter, his body now tall and well built made every one swoon over him. When your dad and brother were killed, Yunho was the one that held you close and wiped your tears, the one that soothe your pain away and made sure you were strong enough to go back to your duty as the head nurse. All while assuming the combat training chief position. 

So when you looked at the watch in your wrist and saw that Yunho was more than half an hour late you panicked. You didn’t even believe in god but started praying for him to come home safe and sound to your arms. 

Him, Seonghwa, Hoongjoong, San and Yeosang went to a mission on the frontier a week ago and you marked to meet in the spot this very day at 3pm but so far no news of him or the others. The minutes seem to pass one by each hour yet, at the same time, to fly fast. 

It was past 4pm, your eyes betraying you and watering down on the thought of losing Yunho, the hope was almost gone but then a loud noise scared you. The first thought being that they came to get you. The enemies. You stood quiet in your corner of the room, listening to the noises that seemed to be happening a few floors under the one you were. You hugged your legs and more tears spilled as you expected the worst to fund you. 

And then you heard silence. Everything went quiet. The only sound being your fastened heartbeat and steps that came closer and closer by second. You closed your eyes and waited.

“Yn? Yn, are you here?” You recognized Seonghwa’s voice and immediately jumped into his arms to hug your friend. “Hey hey hey. It’s fine, big brain. We’re back” he hugged you back and let you cry on his shoulders seeing how overwhelmed you were. 

“What happened? Why are you guys late? Where's the rest? Where's Yunho? Is he okay? Please tell he’s fine and safe and-“

“Yn, calm down” the tall man held your shoulders. “We were surprised by an enemy troop while almost arriving at the gates. We had to wait till we could attack”

“And what were those noises before you entered?” 

“There were more of them waiting for us here, thankfully they didn’t know you were here as well otherwise…” he went quiet and you understood what he meant. Seonghwa always has been the reason in the group, always making sure everyone was both physically and mentally well. 

“And where’s Yunho? And the others?” 

“They are back at the HQ, Hongjoong, San, and Yunho were hurt a little. But they’re fine!” He was quick to add seeing your eyes widen when he mentioned your boyfriend’s name. “Let’s go back eh? I know you want to see him” you nodded and quickly started to go down the stairs, a few dead men over the floors and some of your people collecting everything useful they had. 

You couldn’t help but notice the number of dead men, especially on the first floor and your heart squeezed thinking about how many of these Yunho and the boys had to fight knowing that they were at a disadvantage. “There were many but you know how good San is with traps and Yeosang in bulk killing” Seonghwa spoke as he could read your thoughts. You nodded and sat in the passenger seat of his van, more anxious than before. 

As soon as the van stopped in front of the nurse HQ you jumped out of the vehicle and ran to find Yunho. 

“Wing four” you hear someone scream to you and you went straight to the place. 

You opened the door and there he was, sitting naked on top of the doolie, his back facing you and you could see some cuts, burns and scratches.  He heard your footsteps and turned around, a smile finding its way on his lips amidst the dry blood and wounds. 

He left the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him and before you could even think about hurting him more, you ran to his arms, burying your face in his chest and crying all over again. 

“Sh, little one. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere” he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head. 

“You scared me, I almost thought I had lost you” you confessed to him, feeling the anxiety finally leave your body, legs becoming a bit weak after the tension vanished.

“I’m not going anywhere, love” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes and wiped your tears, his smile never leaving his lips. “I love you too much to simply leave you like this, you have to make more effort to get rid of me” 

You chuckled, even after being beaten and hurt, even after almost dying, he still had the energy to be playful and make you feel better. “I love you so much, Yunho” he nodded, pecking your nose. “I love you too, my love”.

You kept in each others’ arms for some time, just enjoying the presence and warmth of your bodies before you remembered you had to treat his wounds and clean him. 

“Go to the bath to clean the dirt and relax your muscles. I’ll grab the things to clean your wounds and patch you up, k?” 

While he did as you said, you grabbed the necessary items from the other room and prepared some ointments and medications.

“Were you waiting for me to come and stitch you?” You asked as you entered back the room, putting everything in its place and going with gauze and some antiseptic spray to disinfect the cuts and bruises. You sat at the edge of the tub, bending towards the bigger cut in his chest. 

“Always. Only my little bunny knows how to treat me” he sniffed your neck making your skin shiver. 

“You could have had an infection with that” you could feel him tense up his muscles under your touch as you spread the ointment and analyzed if it needed stitches. He smirked when he saw you bite your lips when you felt his broad chest in your hands. You always have been obsessed with Yunho’s body and, for some wicked reason, every time you saw him with some type of bruise your body heated all up knowing that those were symbols of his strength and that he could kill someone with his bare hands. 

“I knew it was not that bad. Besides…” he slowly ran his fingers through your exposed arms and legs, the hairs getting bristly at the touch. He smirked. “I was dying to touch you” 

“You almost died and that’s all you can think of?” you were scolding him but deep down your thoughts were the same. Such as that you locked the door before entering the bath area. That also didn’t go unnoticed by the man. 

“Of course! What if I died before claiming you mine one last time?” He put you on his lap inside the bath, wetting your whole uniform.

“Yunho! My clothes!”

“I’m gonna take them off anyways, bunny, you won’t need them to be dry” his lips attacked your neck, kissing, licking, biting, marking you like a hungry animal with his prey. “The last thing you should be right now is dry”. You threw your head back and enjoyed the touch of his lips on your skin. You had missed him dearly. 

His hands started to roam your body up and down and you could feel and see his erection underneath you. The cold bath water already welcoming the warmth in your body, cooling the fire that seemed to consume you both. 

Finally, his lips met yours, hungry and desperate, fighting against yours as he needed your air to live, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. His hands held your hips strongly and started to rub your clothed core against his dick that you could feel hard even under the thick fabric of your pants. “Fuck baby, all I could think about while fighting those men was coming home alive so I could fuck you senseless” Yunho whispered in your ears as he kept you rubbing yourself on him. “Did you miss me, bunny? Did you miss my cock buried in your pussy?” You could only nod, too caught up in the feeling building at the pit of your belly. “Are you already close? Are you that cock starved that just rubbing your cunt on me is enough?”

You did not answer, not being able to form any sentence, everything coming out of your mouth being nonsense babbles and moans.

It didn’t matter how many times Yunho had touched you or made love to you, every single time felt like the first. He had a special power in making you putty in his hands just by touching you, whispering dirty things into your ears. He knew exactly how to get you worked up and desperate for him. 

But on his side it wasn't any different. Every time his nervous system felt the texture of your skin on his hands it was like he had never touched something so sublime, it was almost as if he could taste you in the tips of his calloused fingers. The roughness of your skin was something he could only feel by touching. The years of helping people and handling the apocalypse that became this earth marked up in your body, in the way your skin reacted to his touch, the scars of your own battles adorning you like you were a hand-crafted fabric. He loved each and every part of you. The visible and invisible signs of your strength, determination and will. He loved the strong and determined person you were. He could admire you for days but he always thought that nothing showed his love and adoration for you as the way he made love to you. 

And that’s exactly what he was planning to do. 

The man started taking your wet clothes away from your body, slowly, feeling every inch and bump from your skin. The shirt being the first one, the fabric clinging to your wet body like a vice but Yunho was more vicious than a simple shirt. 

Your chest, now fully in disposal, rising up and down with your uneven breath caught his eyes immediately and he listened to his intrusive thoughts and dipped his face in between them, smelling your scent and enjoying the warmth of your skin. 

You reached his face and grabbed with both hands, making him look at you. His eyes black, dilated with lust yet still covered in love. “I love you, Yunho” you spoke in a whisper, joining your foreheads. His smile was bright as he nodded and joined your lips in a slow and sweet kiss. The one he expects to feel the day you get to get married. “I love you too”. 

He kissed you again as his right hand enclosed what he could get of your left boob, squeezing and massaging it. You cut the kiss to breathe, throwing your head back. Yunho took advantage of your position to put your other breast in his mouth. Sucking it, biting it, and licking it. You were far too gone in the pleasure, your hips starting to move again on top of his dick, making him moan on your chest, the vibrations sending shivers down your body and concentrating in between your legs, your walls closing against nothing. 

Your boyfriend kept his assault on your chest for a few minutes, enjoying the way he could make you squirm just by playing with your boobs. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

When he was satisfied with the purple marks all over your chest he lifted you both up from the tub and took you to the bed he was previously on, sitting you and standing between your legs. He started kissing you again, his mouth and hands eager for you. “Baby please do something” you moaned against his mouth and grabbed his hands to put on top of your clothed core. “I need you"

“Your wish is my command, Princess” he gave you one last kiss before getting on his knees and taking your pants and panties off. The cool air hitting your labia and making you shiver in anticipation. He gently opened your legs more so he could be inside them, his lips ever so gently touching your inner thigh. Yunho was a strong man and he knew you loved when he used that on you, so he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to his face, thighs resting on his shoulder as his lips finally touched where you wanted the most. His tongue licking from bottom to top, lapping every single drop of your wetness that rested there. To him, your taste was the same as dionysus wine should taste, bittersweet, intoxicating and addicting, he could live just with your taste. 

His fingers spread your labia open as he made sure to give a powerful suck at your clit, a particularly loud moan leaving your lips as you quickly covered them trying not to be too loud. He kept his assault at your clit, alternating between circling and licking up and down and left to right, spelling the whole alphabet against your little bundle of nerves that sent desperate signals to your brain, the fire in the pit of your stomach rising dangerously fast. When he felt you squirming against him, he held you down on the bed and lowered his attack to your hole, entering it with the tip of his tongue, provoking you, tickling your insides, making you want more. 

“Baby, fuck, please” you managed to moan out in midst all the pleasure. “Do something, please” he chuckled but nevertheless he gave what you wanted, what you needed, and started to fuck you with his tongue, thumb going to your clit and drawing circles to help with your pleasure. Your moans started to get louder and louder, your hands that covered your mouth were now attached to your boyfriend’s hair, pulling his face closer to your vulva. You were so lost in the feeling. The fire in your belly snapped and you came undone in his mouth, him never stopping his movements, riding you through your orgasm. His mouth then replaced his thumb and he inserted two fingers knuckles deep inside you. An obscene scream left you as you felt your belly tighten again.

“You’re doing so well for me, bunny. Such a good girl taking everything I give. Can you give me another orgasm, huh?” His deep voice praised you, his fingers going faster and faster inside you, your clit swollen and sensitive from all the pleasure and friction against it. Your voice betrayed you, a high gasp coming out instead as you nod your head. Legs shaking on top of his shoulder. 

Soon enough another orgasm waved through your body, leaving you already in shambles on top of him. Yunho helped you ride out your orgasm again, this time stopping his ministrations and getting on his feet again. 

He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself in his tongue, your mind dizzy with pleasure. “I could taste you all day, bunny. But my little friend down here needs a little help” you chuckled at his words and pulled him close to you again, locking his hips with your legs and rubbing your sensitive vulva on his dick. You hissed at the feeling, still sensitive with the previous orgasms. “Can you take me, Princess? Or are you still too sensitive?” 

“I can always take you, baby” you grabbed his dick in your hand and started to put the condom on him, torturing him with how slow you were sliding the piece and how sometimes you’d squeeze his member in the process. “After all, you were the one who got me addicted to your dick, isn’t it? Made me your cock slut”

“Fuck yn don’t talk like that” you smirked at his reaction and aligned the tip of his dick in your entrance. 

He slowly pushed inside you, the burning of the stretch making you lay your back flat on the bed, hands grabbing the sheets. To say Yunho was gifted with his dick was just a fact. He was just the right size for you but it was the girth that always made you cry. In a good way. In a delicious way actually. No matter how much he preps you, stretches you open with his fingers, nothing will compare to him slowly entering you until he’s balls deep inside you. He always waits for you to get used to his size and start moving by yourself. 

“You are made for me, baby bun. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He pulled you by the back of your neck close to him, foreheads glued as your eyes stared at each other. His hips ever so deliciously moving at a punishing slow pace, getting as deep as he could. 

“Faster… please” you moaned and threw yourself back against the bed, back arching with the feeling. “Need… more…”

“Is my baby cock drunk already? Can’t even speak properly?” He mocked you but still gave you what you wanted, pistoning his hips against you, one of his hands going to your clit and the other wrapped around your neck. Your eyes rolled at the overstimulation, feeling so much at the same time. “Good god bunny you look so hot right now. Wish you could see yourself, all fucked out and cock dumb for me. Such a good girl. Go on baby, cum for me again. I know you can do it” you nodded desperately, a string of whispered yes leaving your lips as you felt the burning feeling take you over for the third time and snap a few minutes after. Your juices starting to fall down your legs, an obscene squelch sound reverberating in the room as you weren’t even able to moan anymore. 

Suddenly Yunho took his dick out of you and before you could even question it, he turned you around, bending you on the bed, legs falling wobbly from the edge. “I’m not finished yet, bunny” he spread your ass cheeks and entered you again, the new position and the sensitivity almost knocking you out, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as he went even faster this time. “If you give me another orgasm I’ll reward you. So be a good girl and cum again, okay?” You nodded, body too weak to resist. 

Yunho then slithered his hand under your chest and pushed you flush against his chest, his hand once again going up to wrap around your throat, getting you even more dizzy and light headed than before. 

“Yunho… p- please” your voice was hoarse and low, the next orgasm ready to snap at your pussy once again. 

The man wasn’t so far from coming himself, his cock twitching inside of you and you both could feel your highs approaching and his thrusts losing its rhythm. He let go of your chest and neck, letting you fall limp onto the bed as he grabbed your hips to get more stability. 

He kept thrusting, a bunch of profanities and praises to you leaving his mouth as he came, his hips losing its speed but going as deep as he could. His right hand reached your clit with some difficulty and started playing with it to help you reach your high as well, his hips never stopping its slow and deep thrusts. 

Within seconds you reached your fourth and last orgasm of the night. Your whole body aching in delicious pain and overstimulation. Little whimpers left your mouth and finally Yunho stilled inside of you and felt on top of you, his weight being comforting against your completely gone body. 

“I fucking love you so much” he whispered against your ear, leaving small ticklish kisses against it. 

“I fucking love you so much too, Yunho” you smiled against the bed, sighing happily. 

After a few minutes he lifted himself and got out of your body, going to the bathroom to take the condom out and clean himself. He damped a piece of cloth and came to clean you, careful not to hurt you. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to exist after today” you chuckled as he cleaned you, your whole body aching now that the pleasure was gone and the adrenaline went down. 

“I’m sorry, bunny. I went a little overboard” he gently kissed your shoulder blades, caressing your back. 

“No, I loved” you tried to move but your legs were still weak. He grabbed you and put you on top of the bed, throwing the wet cloth away before laying by your side and cuddling you. “I missed you so much” you whispered as you played with his fingers wrapped around your tummy. 

“I missed you too” he deep sighed and held you stronger. “I just want this to end so we can have a peaceful life” you nodded, your eyes getting heavy. “I can’t wait for us to be free and have a huge farm with many animals and our little kids running around and playing with no fear and worries in their life” Yunho nudged his face against your neck, scenting you and feeling his chest warm with love and hope. 

“Soon, baby. Soon” you said as you both drifted asleep, both dreaming with a better world and a future together. 

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"Have you guys seen yn?" Jongho asked his friends as he helped the hurt soldiers that came back that day, San hissing at the feeling of the antiseptic spray sting. Seonghwa just chuckled as he exchanged looks with San and Yeosang. "Again? Great! Now I'll have to clean all that wing again because Yunho can't hold his dick inside his pants". The man rolled his eyes as the others laughed at how predictable the couple was.

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// related to SoT but if you find that somebody does not have any emissary flag or treasure on their ship leave them the fuck alone. There is absolutely no benefit from being a dick and attacking a person who has nothing. Also, it is cowardly to be on a galleon w/ 4 people and attack a solo sloop. I do not care that it is part of the game to be able to sink others, but it's just such an asshole thing to do to attack somebody who has absolutely nothing. And if you get your ass kicked by a solo sloop, don't go fucking crying -- you picked the fight, doesn't mean you are going to win it.

Second thing is going into an interaction with the only intention of romantic shipping is not okay. Yes, it can be a thing but it should not be the sole intention -- especially towards muses that are not interested in that kind of thing or the mun is not looking for such interactions. Going into something with the thought of shipping is not going to end well depending on the type of muse ( hero vs villain for example ). For me personally, I am very deterred when people ask about shipping the very first interaction, especially when I say no and the other whines and tries to start drama. There's more to writing than shipping. If that is your thing, that's fine, but do understand not everyone feels the same way.

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↪ Found you on the internet

↪ Pairing — Chifuyu Matsuno x Kazutora Hanemiya ↪ Warnings — swears/bad words, Kazutora being a horny dick, Chifuyu being way to nice ↪ Notes — Inspired by the song "Found you on the internet" by HAVEN. I´ve been listening to this song since weeks and I couldn´t get the thought out of my head, that this is a Kazutora thing. So I used little Fuyu to suffer for my enjoyment

Even after hours of deliberation, Chifuyu's fingers hung unsteadily over the keyboard. Should he really take the first step and text a complete stranger? He had to make the first move if he wanted them to eventually meet! And at least he hadn't signed up for nothing. He wanted something like broadening his horizons and getting over people who obviously already had someone in their lives. But maybe putting that exact same description in his profile wasn't that smart. It sounded desperate and that was really the last thing he wanted, but apparently it had worked. At least someone had expressed interest to him. Only by giving the profile a like, but it was something! Also, Chifuyu's minute-long profile stalking of the apparently interested person would have been in vain if he didn't text the person! After all, the guy himself seemed desperate or rather looking for revenge when the blonde thought of the sentence "Since my boyfriend apparently confused being in a reformatory with breaking up and got a stupid bitch, I'm apparently single" . Chifuyu wasn't looking for anything solid. He was just looking for a distraction from the guy who lived in the same house with him. 

Also, he didn't find the part about the reformatory as repulsive as he might have done. It probably came from his own rebellious days or the thought that certain black haired guys might get there too. Another plus was that the stranger didn't seem to live that far away either, so the chance to meet was there.

It took another 27 minutes until Chifuyu finally used the keyboard and wrote a first message. 

"Hello Hanemiya-san..."

That was a good three weeks ago and Chifuyu was very proud of himself that from then on he wrote to the guy almost every day. They talked a lot about hobbies or what the other was doing or wanted to do in the future. The blond quickly found out that the other had a very interesting sense of humor, mostly obscene or sexual, at times very sinister. That he got very upset and was extremely direct and honest. It wasn't uncommon for Chifuyu to read messages like "You're annoying me" or "I'm jerking off for a moment". It definitely took some getting used to, but Chifuyu didn't mind getting used to it. 

Once they'd even managed to talk on the phone for a few minutes and he vividly remembered how cold he'd gotten while waiting for someone to answer. How each beep had made him more and more nervous. And Chifuyu remembered perfectly how everything had slipped into his pants at the first sound of the new voice. He hadn't imagined it to be so soft and melodious, rather a bit higher and in the midst of it´s voice breaking. At least that's the impression Hanemiya conveyed via text.

Chifuyu stood in front of a small snack bar with his phone in his hands nervously and waited there. Even still somewhat in disbelief that he was really meeting the new acquaintance. When asked how Chifuyu was supposed to recognize him, he only got a "You will” . 

His turquoise eyes searched up and down the street. Again and again, looking for someone who would catch his eye. Someone who might also be looking for someone or waiting alone in front of the snack bar. 

There were often moments when Chifuyu thought he'd finally found him, but it always turned out to be nil. 

His shoulders were already slightly slouched, he looked back at his cell phone, checked if he had a new message, but there wasn't any. Slowly he began to toy with the idea of ​​being pawned. Hanemiya himself had given a very interested impression. But maybe the fact that Chifuyu didn't even know his first name wasn't a forgotten question, but a tactical way of not letting him get closer. With a sigh, he tucked his cell phone back into his jacket pocket and put his hands also in to it. He had already been waiting for 40 minutes, so he might as well just leave. His gaze wandered to the ground for a moment and a smile formed on his lips. What had he expected from a sometimes strange guy like Hanemiya.

"Excuse me," he heard, the blond raised his head and was literally killed by the golden eyes that were far too close. He took a step back, frowned slightly, and spoke up.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for a guy, hopefully handsome. I think he was blond and the name was something with Fuyu, but it could also be something completely different.” The person addressed needed a few seconds to combine the somehow familiar voice with what was being said. Then it clicked.

“C-Chifuyu! Chifuyu is my name,” he then got out. Internally very relieved that the other hadn't stood him up and he didn't have to text him. Chifuyu's eyes wandered over the guy in front of him. His oversized shirt, the loose, slightly torn dark jeans, the obviously oversized jacket and the tattoo. Chifuyu's eyes lingered on the tiger tattoo for a long time and the blonde couldn't deny that it was really attractive. Only then did he look, hopefully, Hanemiya in the face. The big eyes, the pale skin, the birthmark, the wildly colored hair made a look. A look that Chifuyu really liked. In addition, he had a pretty face and the gentle smile on his lips made the blonde smile too.

"I said something with Fuyu," were the next words, which were still spoken with that gentle smile and afterwards the blonde wished that his counterpart had been quiet afterwards.

"You're really pretty, but you can get prettier. Something about your face bothers me, it seems so… punchable”, the taller one continued and the smile remained on his lips. Even got a little wider, like he'd just made the other a compliment or something.

"Thanks...?" Chifuyu asked, very confused and before he could say anything else, the other walked past him, gave him a wink and grabbed his hand. Still confused, Chifuyu just let himself be dragged along. He would ask later, if ever. Maybe he didn't even wanted to know if the statement had a deeper meaning.

"Hanemiya, right?"

"Kazutora is enough~"

The two sat down at one of the free tables, hung their jackets over the backs of the chairs and ordered something to drink until they agreed on the food. Chifuyu ordered an iced tea, even though he had momentarily hesitated over a hot chocolate. Kazutora, on the other hand, ordered an iced coffee with 8 sugar cubes in it. The blonde smiled at that, hadn't thought of the other as someone who liked to drink sweet things.

While waiting, they didn't speak much, although Chifuyu had several questions.

“Why were you late?” was one of them and an important one for him. He knew he was usually there a little earlier than necessary, but better that than being 40 minutes late.

"Oh," Kazutora began, leaning on the table, resting his head in his palm. With an almost innocent smile he looked into Chifuyu's eyes and he even seemed lulled by the gentle gaze. In fact, he was almost certain that he would soon get a reasonable explanation and he could wave it off with a smile.

"I wanted to see if you were waiting for me. If I am interesting enough for you~”, Kazutora purred and suppressed a smile at the blonde's expression, which wasn't enthusiastic. Really not enthusiastic, after all, Chifuyu had just expected to get a proper explanation. But somewhere, deep inside the blond, he found the statement charming again. Not good but charming.

"Joke. I wanted to sleep for another hour, but then my mom came in and woke me up. So I got up, read your message, whether my train was late, and then I quickly went to the gas station for cigarettes. If I'm late, 10 minutes more won't make a difference now either.” 

Chifuyu's expression didn't get any more enthusiastic. He questioned all his decisions at that moment. He couldn't even be sure if Kazutora was making a bad joke or if he was being completely serious. Both were possibilities, and he didn't like either of them. The just charming impression was gone immediately. Left a trail of "Why am I sitting here?". 

"I was about to leave when you came," he said dryly and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and letting the other know he was angry with his eyes. At least an apology or a simple sorry would have been expected. Kazutora, on the other hand, just raised an eyebrow, sat back down normally and shrugged. As if it was Chifuyu's loss, if he would have left. The taller of the two didn't seem to care that the blonde was angry, just as he let his eyes wander through the room and now and then had a smile on his lips. In the end, his golden earthen hung on more important things: the waitress's ass. 

Only when Kazutora noticed in the corner of his eye that Chifuyu was about to get up did he turn his attention back to the blonde. He grabbed his wrist, leaning far over the table and looking up at it from below. A loving smile on his face like he hadn't done anything wrong or like Chifuyu was the only thing he would lay his eyes on. For a fraction, Chifuyu also felt like he was the focus of the meeting, but that was really just because of the well-acted look.

"Hey, stay. I'll pay as compensation too, okay? Sit back down, okay? I was so happy to finally get to know you properly Chifuyu” And Chifuyu sat down again. Hated himself for how much he loved the sound of his name coming out of Kazutora's mouth. Hated himself for how the other's soft voice and very likely not 100% true words made him faint for a moment. He kept the wall up for a moment and gave his opponent the cold shoulder before giving up with a sigh and returning the smile he was given. Maybe it would still be good. At least the blonde really hoped so.

They started talking and both couldn't deny that seeing each other made them smile. Chifuyu talked about his wild school days and how often his mother cursed him for it. He laughed again and again, a little embarrassed. Kazutora initially talked about his time in the reformatory without context as to why he was there. At some point, the topic swayed to "How shitty my ex is". A name was never mentioned, however, words such as son of a bitch, wanker or cock sucker were very often used. After some of the stories, Chifuyu didn't know anymore whether he should feel sorry for Kazutora since he really seemed to have problems, or whether he should feel sorry for his ex. He couldn't imagine that Kazutora was a good partner when he listened to the stories and these were told by himself, where you actually present yourself better, especially when it came to make your ex-partner look bad. Maybe the better representation wasn't good. Chifuyu also noticed that the other had an urge to talk a lot. Revealing a lot of private information about himself or others, things that were probably told in confidence and that no third party should actually know. In addition, the blonde had clearly noticed the wandering looks while his own stories. So he couldn't really listen either.

The drinks were brought and it was Kazutora who interrupted their conversation and thanked them, throwing a smile at the waitress. With a clear look at the waitress's breasts, which wasn't short either, but at least with a thank you.

"You like women too?" the blonde asked and took a sip of his iced tea. He had now looked at all the interested looks of the other long enough to be able to answer the question himself, but it didn't cost anything to ask. Maybe Kazutora would also notice that Chifuyu noticed the vulture and stop it. After all, they had met and Chifuyu felt more like an excuse not to sit alone at the diner or to pull the "I'm gay" card .

"I'm into anything, I think. Why do you ask?"

"You look at the waitresses very lasciviously," the smaller one replied honestly and put down his glass. He kept his eyes on the pretty face of his counterpart and observed every movement in it.

"Really? Just thought for a moment if a boob job from her would feel good, but if that bothers you so much, then I'm happy to keep my attention on you," he said, and for a moment it seemed like some kind of apology. Especially with the gentle and almost sad look he gave Chifuyu. Before he spoke any further. 

"Then I can start to think if that's a big pimple on your forehead that you're trying to cover up with your hair or if you have a rash," he added and took a sip of his iced coffee, which Chifuyu was sure of , that there was way too much sugar in it and secretly hoped that Kazutora would get diabetes from it. The blond was confused and taken back by the words again, maybe even really pissed off again. He even caught himself briefly attempting to fix his bangs. Actually, he really appreciated honesty, but Kazutora's honesty didn't have to be. Chifuyu just decided not to say anything. Would be the best and would certainly avoid arguments as well.

A few minutes passed in which Chifuyu tried hard not to twitch his eyebrows too conspicuously as he watched Kazutora look at a group of high school girls four tables away. Maybe looking was the wrong term. He stared, vulture, and Chifuyu wouldn't be surprised if he put his hand in his crotch. 

Their eyes met as the taller one looked back at Chifuyu and took a sip of his drink, then smiled softly and kindly again. After that he put the glass away and stood up, leaning over the table and thus directly into Chifuyu's personal space.

"I'm just on the toilet. Trying to think about you, Fuyu~”, he whispered and then stood up straight. Chifuyu hesitated at the acronym of his name for a moment, then ran the words over in his head and was just speechless. His eyes followed Kazutora and at the other's choice of words, he couldn't help but look further down and, after blinking several times, rolled his eyes. He really didn't know what to say anymore and was ready to just walk away. Without any understanding he looked at the empty space in front of him. Finally, he sat on his cell phone for 20 minutes and informed the waitress that they would not order any food. She had looked at him almost pityingly, as if she had followed the whole thing from the beginning.

There was silence for a few minutes after Kazutora came back. The smaller one thought twice about just saying that the other guy was an asshole. However, every time Chifuyu looked at the other, looked into his eyes or observed his face as a whole, he completely forgot those words. Kazutora kept giving him a gentle smile, looking at him with such interest that Chifuyu really hoped the meeting would get better, even though it wasn't possible anymore. Still, it was the looks of interest that made Chifuyu sit still. Maybe Kazutora was just like that and it wasn't Chifuyu's fault. 

After the blonde had calmed down a bit and seemed more relaxed, Kazutora's nice looks stopped almost automatically. After a while, the taller one kept looking at the glass in his hand and had to smile. It felt very familiar if he was honest and made him grin and get an idea. With a charming smile, he pushed the iced coffee across the table, next to Chifuyu's iced tea, and then let go of the glass.

"Try it, tastes really good," he said, resting his head on his palm again. He watched Chifuyu's every little movement as he reached for the glass, cupped it, and then took a sip. His nose wrinkled at the really too sweet taste, but he smiled. Apparently Kazutora was trying to make an effort after all. At least that's how it seemed to the blonde and the thought made him smile. He said nothing about the taste. You could probably tell from his face that he didn't like it. 

Kazutora's eyes were fixed on the, for him, really nice hand of the blonde. The way it clasped the glass and released it after setting it down. He didn't pay any attention to the other's face for a second while a small lump formed in his throat and his thoughts were elsewhere. At best, Kazutora should keep the little bit of new information he'd just gotten to himself, but the urge to tell Chifuyu what he thought to his face was far greater than keeping a secret. If only he'd known that fact earlier in the restroom, things would have gone faster.

"Your hand would look really good on my cock"

"What?" Chifuyu just asked confused, not quite following and quite taken back by the sudden words. 

"Has the same circumference as the glass," was the reply he received with a dreamy smile. Like it's the best performance Kazutora could have. 

It was enough for Chifuyu. He really had put up with the other's behavior long enough and tried with all his might to remain nice, after all he was really happy to meet Kazutora.

"You really are a son of a bitch," the blond escaped while he sat straight and looked blankly at the other. His tone was serious, perhaps a little harsh. Kazutora looked at him confused, not sure if he understood correctly. He blinked several times, trying to see the other's expression.

"Sorry-" he started, but was immediately interrupted by Chifuyu.

"No. No apologies. You're late because you'd rather sleep. You insult me ​​from the start. Got your eyes on every ass or tit in here. I can see from here you try not to show your boner too obviously. Squeeze your glass in my hand to probably jerk off to the performance later and honestly: your pretty face doesn't take away what a motherfucker you are! I'd already given you a second, maybe even a third chance, but no!” Chifuyu gushed out, fighting back his complete abusiveness. He was really annoyed by Kazutora's behavior and no matter how much he wished this meeting would go well or get better, the fact was that he was fed up. The guy ignored him, paying attention to everything else but him, and then had the gall to ask Chifuyu to stay. Not a single apology or anything. 

Kazutora just looked at him, listened to him and then leaned back in his chair, relaxing his entire posture.

“Wow Chifuyu. Wow. I thought you'd appreciate my honesty and being upfront about what I think. Doesn't seem like it, but what do I expect from someone who's radiant, that they desperately need someone's attention just because their crush doesn't want them," he began, then took a deep breath, leaning across the table and looking the blonde straight in the eyes.The look at the beginning almost empty, before a certain menace was found in it.

"I didn't actually want to demolish your visage, but you're making it really difficult for me not to use your head for destroying glasses… but maybe you'll look better then," he added before standing up, hands on the tabletop to steady himself and lean slightly over Chifuyu. Chifuyu just looked up, taking the threat seriously, but didn't let that intimidate him, he was so done with Kazutora, 

"Then I guess I'd better go before I slam your face to the wall", the blond spat back, standing up as well, leaning forward, very close to the face of the taller one and didn't change an expression. No matter how menacing Kazutora's gaze was. He ignored the hot breath that came against his lips at the close range. He was much more careful not to lash out and break his opponent's nose for all the cheekiness.

"Okay, go back to the bathroom and jerk off, but I really don't need someone like you. I really regret that I wrote to you or that I didn't go straight away when you were late”, were the words with which Chifuyu turned around and thus didn't even notice the very impressed look of the other. 

He left the snack bar, leaving the other man sitting on the bill and taking a deep breath in the fresh air. For a moment, he wanted to smack himself for even briefly contemplating kissing the other when their faces were so close. He really wasn't allowed to differentiate between his looks and his character. While one was truly wonderful, the other was a complete misstep. Chifuyu would never look for anyone online again, in the end Kazutora was just the tip of the iceberg. He preferred to stay single and later became a father to 10 cats or so. 

Anger still boiling inside him, he headed back home. Once there, the feeling of disappointment spread. Chifuyu had clearly placed too much hope in this meeting. He wasn't looking for anything permanent, but maybe a good friend, someone who would keep him company for a few hours. After seeing the bigger one, he wouldn't even have minded meaningless one night stands! But for all that, did the blond wanted to give himself this terrade again, just for a few, maybe, good nights? No. Chifuyu had dignity and a clear idea of ​​how a meeting, a date, should go.

In the evening he checked his phone, really trying to understand if he hadn't been clear enough at noon as he read Kazutora's message over and over. 

“You're a real freak, but it was hot that you were fed up with me. Can I just kiss you next time you want to leave or talk too much to me?"

Next time? Chifuyu was sure that he had made it clear that he didn't want to see the other anymore. why? For the nice smile and the way Kazutora said his name? Everything around it wasn't worth it and the smaller one was certainly better off without him. So his answer was a simple "No and there will be no next time". He was about to put the phone down again when he was already answered. Rolling his eyes, he looked back at the message and shook his head at the sheer stupidity of the question. 

"So next week, same time, same place?"

He didn't bother to elaborate, he was done with Kazutora. He'd probably rather die than see the guy again.

A week later, Chifuyu was intentionally 50 minutes late for the diner and was surprised to see Kazutora waiting for him.

[bitbrumal]

TIER  LIST ?  OKAY —             THE VIRGINS & THE CHADS

   here are my virgins:

↪ AYAKS ✤ chad virgin. too much of a chill dudebro to be intimidated. softie tho.

↪ DILUC ✤ virgin virgin; untouched, pure, easy to fluster & ignite but dreadfully difficult to follow through with. likes to pretend he is Unfuckable, he Cannot Be Fucked With.

↪ EMILE / DOTTORE ✤ pathetic gay disaster. virginal?? do u need to ask holy shit who’d fuck this bitch u can TELL no-one wants to.

↪ KUNIKUZUSHI ✤ murder virgin! run. actually Unfuckable.

    here are my fuckboys:

↪ ALYOS / REGRATOR ✤ & yet, the maidenless bitch behaviour.

↪ AYAKS ✤ chad chad. verse-dependent! aka has zhongli double-dragon dicked him yet or has zhongli been monsterfucked—

↪ CAPITANO ✤ it fucks. hands down. no-one ever sees a shred of evidence but it has to be happening, right?

↪ KAEYA ✤ oh, he FAWKING. chad chad, honeypot. the sluttiest of sluts & no-one looks better doing it. he signed off his first bc he knew it’d never be meaningful & has gotten over it. mostly.

↪ KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ✤ unironically the one who gets the most bitches. she is the goddess of maidens, & of giving them a really good time. not a lesbean, strictly, but the girls sure do gravitate towards her.

[saylorsaysstop]

Dessert Plans | Jason Todd 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

The scent of rosemary and garlic fills the space of your apartment, causing your mouth to water and your stomach to grumble. A long day spent confined to a classroom teaching a bunch of tired and grumpy 7th graders had you summoning for the bell to ring and for the day to be over. Luckily, it was also Friday, so you had a long weekend ahead. 

But back to that delicious scent. Your mouth continues to water as you slip out of your shoes and put your bag down by the door. The sound of singing echoes from your kitchen. A grin plasters your face as the speaker plays Anti-Hero. 

Jason, at first, would never admit that songs belonging to a world-renowned popstar would escape his lips but you caught him red-handed one too many times until he realized that he couldn’t hide it from you. 

“Jay?” you call out to your boyfriend. His back turned to you, you make out the outline of pure muscle that strains beneath his gray t-shirt. It clings to him and cuffs around his biceps. You groan softly at the sight of him. Jason Todd is gorgeous. Undoubtedly, you scored quite literally the jackpot of men with his generosity, need to protect, and dangerously good looks.

His head turns swiftly, the last string of the chorus leaving his lips. 

“Baby,” Jason chuckles, spatula in hand. He glances between you and whatever is on the stovetop behind him. He quickly cuts the heat down to a low simmer before making his way over to you. Strong arms engulf you, the smell of leather and smoke crowding your senses in what can only be described as euphoric. 

You lazily tangle your arms around his waist and smother your face against his chest where you lightly kiss the patch of skin that peeks through the V of his t-shirt. 

“How was your day?” Jason asks, kissing the top of your head. He stands much taller than you, practically swallowing you. Dick loved to joke about your drastic height difference, poking fun by asking, “Hey? Where is she? I don’t see her.” when you’re standing behind Jason. 

“Exhausting,” you chuckle in response. “We had an exam review today. I’ve got high hopes they’ll all pass but you know how it goes.” 

Jason smiled and took your hand, leading you to the barstool that sits in front of the counter. “Go on, take a seat. I’ll pour you a glass of wine.” 

“Sounds lovely, Jay. What are you making? Smells amazing.” you breathe a sigh of relief when the ache in your feet subsides the moment you take a seat. Jason grabs a wine glass from the top shelf with perfect ease and confiscates the bottle of wine from the fridge. He pours you a glass and sets it in front of you before returning to his work at the stove. 

“Your favorite. Garlic potatoes and rosemary chicken.”

Groaning with excitement, Jason laughs. 

“No patrol tonight?” You question, sipping the wine. There are many nights when you come home and Jason is getting ready to join Dick and Tim. The early hours of the morning are when you’d feel the bed dip and strong arms wrap around you, bringing you to his chest, your neck smothered with his hot mouth and his large limbs tangling with yours. But nights like this– they were few and far between. But Jason valued romance and wanted nothing more than to keep it alive. He wanted to make up for the moments he missed. It took him so long to find someone worth it, someone to relieve him of his stress, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry his burdens alone on his back. 

A new side of Jason was born when you two came together. A light came on within him and it shone brightly. He was quite the comedian, oftentimes using his death as a means to humor his brothers and Bruce. There have been countless times Jason reminded Bruce and his brothers at the dinner table at Wayne Manor that he had the up on them because he had seen death. Cue the jabbing of your elbow into his side and him bursting out laughing.

“Nope. I’m all yours.” Jason smiled widely at you. “Told the boys I had a hot date.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “A hot date–really?” 

“Mmhm. The hottest woman in all of Gotham City… Told them I was hoping she could put me in detention tonight…” 

Your eyes widen as Jason saunters back over and takes a sip from your wine, his nose scrunching up. “Shit. That’s horrible.” 

You snatch the stem out of his hand and push him back with your foot.“Stick to the hard stuff, Todd. Leave my poison alone. And detention? Since when did you like role-playing?”

Jason smirks with a sparkle in those green eyes that promises to be your downfall. With two large hands, he reaches out and skims them under the hem of your skirt. Calloused fingertips ignite fires along the skin of your thighs as Jason reaches as far as the fabric will allow him. He digs into the supple flesh and grunts, shaking his head. 

“There’s always room to try something new, baby. You know that.” he leans forward and captures your lips for a kiss. You hum and set the wineglass down so you can give your all into the kiss. His tongue glides with yours. You lay one hand over the back of his neck while the other cups his cheek. Jason hums deliciously, the vibrations sending shockwaves into your lower belly until the floodgates threaten to open. 

“Let’s get through dinner, yeah? Then you’re all mine.” Jason pulls away, leaving you breathless. 

“What’d you have in mind?” You can’t help but ask, eyelashes fluttering at the dizziness overcoming you. 

Jason does that thing you love so much that he slowly undresses you with his eyes. He starts at your face before trailing down your blouse and eyeing your chest before he travels his gaze down the journey of your stomach until his mind is locked on the image of you naked and ready for him, a sight that fits the term glorious. 

“I’m going to clean up this kitchen and while I do so, you’re going to put on that little red lace set you know drives me crazy… I want you relaxed and feeling sexy because, after that, you’re due back in this kitchen for dessert.” 

Your eyes widen as you sink your teeth into your lip. “What kind of dessert?” 

Jason tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and nips your bottom lip quickly. 

“The one between your thighs, baby. My favorite. I’m going to spread you so wide on this table and eat you until you’re begging for me to stop. Until you’re so spent that the only name you’re able to moan is mine… Until my need is satiated. Want you to come so hard on my tongue that every night I’m out on patrol this week, I’ll remember your taste… That’s the dessert I’ve got planned for you.” He winks before kissing you quickly on the cheek and returning to the stove.

“Jason,” You gasp, your core throbbing at his imagery. 

“Hope you’re hungry.” Jason shoots you another wicked smile before grabbing plates and fixing dinner.

[lostberet]

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ SORRY, BABY

₊˚ ┊You just know what your boyfriend loves, especially after a rough day.

₊˚ ┊↪ featuring. JungKook, TaeHyung, NamJoon

₊˚ tags. female reader, fingering, pussy eating, pussy slappin? unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it) pleasure!dom, dirt talk, breeding kink, creampie, kisses PURR, MDNI

|| masterlist || entry ||

"A sorry won't make it up, baby, I told you already."

He coos in your ear making you let out a whine. One of your legs over his shoulder as he thrusts his fingers into your needy cunt, letting out wet sounds from your arousal. Your left hand holding onto his arm and your right covering your mouth.

He had come back from work a little tensed up, wanting to cheer your boyfriend up, you decided to do one of his many favorite activities. Massages. He loved having your hands on his body, in a tender and soft way. He had laid down on the bed, back facing you by your demand. He had taken his shirt off, exposing his beautiful muscled back to you. Nothing you haven't seen before.

You dimmed the bedroom lights and played some chill music on the TV. You always loved going the extra mile to make your boyfriend relax. He always found it a bit corny, but if it meant getting your hands on him, he didn't mind one bit.

You crawled onto the bed, sitting on his lower back while you applied lotion on your hands, rubbing it before pressing your hands onto his back. He let out a deep groan at the pressure. Burying his head onto the pillows he let his body relax. It made you giggle a bit, but you didn't stop. Your hands moved to his shoulders, pressing and caressing the area softy. His body would twitch and he would let out a breath.

It made your tummy flip each time he groaned or his breathing got heavy. It was hard to focus when you had him just under you. Your hands traveled down his lower back just under you before you pressed your thumbs down his spine line and massaged upwards to his neck. That's where his back arched a bit, letting the prettiest grunt.

"I'm sorry, baby, was that too much?" You asked, a small smirk on your lips as your hands rested on his shoulders. He didn't even bother glancing up or turning his head towards you, he only shook his head from under the pillows, his hair already messy.

"Okay, good." You confirmed before going back to your massage. That's when your nails accidentally scratched his waist, causing him to let out a hiss as he bled a bit.

"Oh fuck-" you pressed your hand on the small scratch, "Baby, I'm sorry.."

He only let out a grunt before he lifted his head, muttering to himself. Frowning your brows in confusion, you voiced out your concern, "What was that, baby?"

And before you knew it, he was on top of you, wrist pinned on top of your head and both your legs in between his, his lips pressing roughly against yours in a deep kiss. Your heart beat hard against your chest at the sudden force causing you to close your eyes shut as your boyfriend attacked your lips.

"I said; it's my turn."

That's how you found yourself on your third orgasm, all caused by his slim fingers abusing your hole.

"Sh-.. fuck, I'm sorry—" you sobbed as you were robbed from your orgasm, your boyfriend letting out a grunt with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out your cunt, slapping your clit and earning a yelp from you.

"That won't work on me, y/n." He muttered as he sucked his fingers clean, his hand that had slapped your clit resting on your lower stomach, his thumb rubbing your wet folds, "Can we not?.. please?" You begged, looking up at your lover with a small pout.

"Hmm.." he hummed, bringing your hips closer to his. You felt his clothed boner rubbing against your wet pussy lips causing your lips to pout, "Sorry, baby."

Is all he uttered out, pulling his hardened dick out from his sweats. He reached his hand over to you, "Spit." He ordered, catching your breath you did as told. He brought his hand down to his dick, using your spit as lube, "Tap me when it gets too much."

You only winced out, knowing there was no turning back now. Your boyfriend pulled your legs onto your chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders. He rubbed his throbbing head against your wet folds, earning a small sigh of pleasure from you.

"You like that, huh, princess?" He hummed, leaning in and catching your lips in a soft kiss. He took the distraction and pushed his cock into you, causing you to moan into the kiss.

"That's it, princess, taking it so good for me." He whispered, looking down at where both your sexes connected. Although not fully inside you, he pulled himself out, leaving the head of his cock still buried inside your cunt, "You wanna get fucked, right, baby?"

He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours as he pushed himself back into you. You bit your lip, tilting your head to the side at the stretch, "oh fuck.."

"You're so fucking greedy, taking in my cock so nicely." Your lover moaned as he thrust the rest of him inside you, earning a small yelp. He trapped you in a missionary position, his arms resting on both sides of your head, "Look at me while I fuck you, baby.."

You let out a broken whine, feeling your face and ears heat up. You liked the dirty talk, yet it always made you feel so submissive, so submissive, it was embarrassing. You looked up at him, both your eyes locking. He let out a small smile, one full of pure love. However, his movements said the contrary.

He would snap his hips against yours in a rough manner, causing your mouth to open wide and close your eyes tightly at the feeling. Your partner would let out a grunt as he felt you tighten around his cock, letting out a chuckle, "just like that.."

His grunts and your moans mixed together, echoing alongside the sound of skin slapping against each other. You would feel him reach deeper into you as he pressed his hips onto you, it didn't help with the position he had you in, balls slapping against your ass. You held onto his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he increased his thrusting.

His hand traveled to your neck, squeezing it softly earning a broken moan from you before tickling his fingers down to your clit. Thumb abusing your sensitive nerve as you let out a hiss, toes curling at the stimulation.

His eyes focused on your pussy taking in his cock just like many times before, however, this time it made him specifically hard. Your folds would spread the moment his dick would part from your cut, before slamming back into you. It turned him on so much how well you took him in.

"Such a pretty cunt," he started, letting out a dry laugh before he licked his lips, glancing over at your already fucked out self, "you want my cum inside you, princess?"

He cooed, rubbing your clit a few times before reaching over to grab your chin, making you look at him. You had tears built up on the corner of your eyes, your cheeks were flustered and lips red and swollen, "You want me to fuck my cum into you, right, baby girl?"

He rolled his hips slowly into you his free hand reaching over and circling your nerve, "Use your words, princess."

You let out a sob as you nodded your head, "yes please.." you drooled making him grin. He grabbed your legs, throwing one of them over his shoulder before he pressed his body against yours. His chest on yours. His hand on your chin moved to hold your jaw, locking your face in a singular position as he kissed you, his hips thrusting back into you in speed.

You moaned and whined into the kiss, your lover biting and sucking on your lip as your tightened around his cock, "Go ahead, baby girl, show me how good, I'm making you feel.."

His thrusts became sloppy and uneven, wanting to get deeper into your cunt, "gonna fuck my babies into you.." he muttered onto your lips, moving to kiss your jaw. You untangled your arms from his trap before swinging your arms to wrap around his neck, you pulled him into a deeper kiss, sinking your moans. The heat of the kiss brining you both to reach that sweet release, your cunt sucking in all of his warm semen.

Once he had calmed down, he pulled his soften dick out of you watching the cum leak. He brushed his finger, picking it back up into you. Your boyfriend giggled before leaning in and kissing your nose, "Thank you, baby," he kissed your cheek and then your lips, "thank you for always taking good care of me."

a/n. you cannot tell me these mfs don't have a breeding kink, BECAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL THEY DO-

[nevarrhoe]

mea culpa (m.m) - one

SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, smut, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, alcohol, swearing (and ur friendly reminder that just because something is hot in fan fiction does not mean it's hot in real life. use protection kids, and don't fuck lawyers who are fifteen years older than you.)

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content and i bare no responsibility for what you to choose to consume. with that in mind, if someone who a) does not have their age in their bio or b) does so and is a minor, you will be blocked.

i don't even know where the idea for this series came from but i am home from uni for the weekend and the amount of times my poor mother almost saw my laptop screen whilst i was writing this was...not good. enjoy.

-jazz xx

You fucking hated these parties. 

Sweaty lawyers, classy music, champagne that cost thousands of bucks but tasted like piss. And it was all for what? For every lawyer on the Upper East Side to have a dick measuring contest and decide who the best prosecutor was? Yeah, that sounded about right.

It would have been less insufferable if the barristers in question were younger, hotter and more prone to using antiperspirant. Sadly, they were none of those things. All well past their sell-by date. You could deal with an older man but these were just…old. Daddy issues were one thing but gran-daddy issues was where you drew the line. Much unlike the gorgeous blonde girls hooked on the arms of the eighty-plus law firm partners, flaunting the expensive rocks on their fingers and praying for the day that their husbands finally keeled over and left their estates to them. You’d always sworn not to become one of them. At least not until you were twenty-seven at most - and it wouldn’t have been hard, given that your father was the District Attorney and had every high-flying lawyer in his pocket. 

You didn’t need their money though, not when you had his. Obviously, most of it was family money - district attorneys didn’t exactly make money bags. Not much of an issue given that your family name ranked a little between the Vanderbilts and the Rockerfellers. 

So there you were, perched on the edge of some random firm’s annual mixer. You’d cracked out your mother’s vintage Chanel suit - a red-and-black checkered blazer and matching mini-skirt, finished with black platform heels and a spritz of Coco Chanel. There wasn’t a hair out of place - that was rule one of finishing school. 

“Darling, are you going to mingle at all?”

Eyes flickering up from your champagne, they locked with your father’s a few feet away. The scowl was natural. 

“What am I supposed to talk about?” you asked. “They’re all boring. And old.”

“Any man here would give you a job,” he replied. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to have one.”

“Oh father, please,” you snorted. “Your great-grandad didn’t spend years exploiting oil tycoons for billions of dollars for me to break my nails working.” 

You could have gotten any job or degree you wanted - money aside, you were smart as fuck. You’d graduated top of your class at Harvard at the mere age of 21. Two years later, however, your degree was just decoration, with you having discovered you much preferred just…existing. And spending money on clothes, bags, and whatever else you fancied that day. 

“Our ancestors worked hard-” 

“- I never said they didn’t work hard,” you cut him off. “You clearly put a lot of effort into sucking Wilson Fick’s dick.”

Shoving your glass of champagne into your father’s hand, you blew him a kiss and stalked off. 

It was that particular conversation that caught Matt Murdock’s attention. 

He stood a good few meters away from you, nursing his own glass of barely-touch bubbly and fiddling awkwardly with his tie. Foggy Nelson had dragged him there - c’mon Matty, it’s just a formality he’d said - and then duly fucked off to flirt with a stunning law clerk. What a jerk. 

Your comment had been flippant, but it was the first mention of Fisk’s name in a negative light that he’d heard all night. It was no wonder he wasn’t very popular there, given how his law firm had attacked the big guy. 

“You look bored…” you trailed off, eyes flickering down to the name tag on Matt’s lapel. “...Murdock.” 

That wasn’t why you’d come over to him. Okay, maybe it was a little but also because he was a) a stunningly attractive man in a room of viable Jabba the Hutt’s and b) his blazer was just a little too tight for his arms. He’d been meaning to get it taken out a little but man, life was just so busy at the moment. 

It took exactly five seconds for your entire being to fill his senses. Faint Coco Chanel and expensive body cream, all of which had clearly been used to mask the smell of tobacco. Expensive tobacco too. The taste of champagne lingered every so slightly on your breath, but not enough to show you’d had that much. He could read you just from that. You smelt like you - or your daddy, most likely - had money and it was clear you weren’t big on drinking. At this event, at least - because what socialite in modern day Manhattan didn’t have a drinking problem? 

It was weird how he could tell when people were staring - it was just a sense that their lingering eyes just happened to be in his direction. But even if he was in their line of sight, it was clear they weren’t looking at him. No bets that you were one of the best sights in the room. 

Matt was bored. You were bored. And that was where the entire problem began.  

The lawyer gave you a smile. “This isn’t really my scene.”

“Oh, please,” you beamed back at him. “It’s not mine either. You should be grateful you can’t see what’s going on right now - it’s like watching hundreds of Rich Uncle Pennybags drag around their discount Pamela Anderson sex dolls.”

Matt let out a derivative snort. Hell, you were funny too. 

“I very briefly remember what Pamela Anderson looks like,” he replied. “Even a discounted version of her is arguably still very beautiful, no?”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “I mean…I would.”

“I can only assume based on the way you’re speaking about these established lawyers that you’re not one of them?”

“Absolutely not,” you shot back. “I never got around to passing the bar.”

“So why are you here?”

“My old man’s the district attorney,” you replied. “And I can tell by the way your face just fell that you don’t like him.”

“I don’t not like him-”

“- it’s okay, Murdock,” you cut him off. “Rest assured, I probably hate him more than you.”

“So I’ll ask again,” he raised an eyebrow. “Why are you here?”

“Family obligations,” you rolled your eyes. “But what I wouldn’t give to stop playing happy families and leave this godforsaken hall to drink alcohol that doesn’t taste how my Great Aunt Betty smells.”

Matt normally wouldn’t have accepted your hint, but he was so done with the night already. Daredevil aside, he hadn’t been living a very exciting life the last few weeks. Maybe it was time he did something for himself. Something younger, funnier, and prettier than the woman he would normally find in New York on a Saturday night. 

“Are you even old enough to frequent establishments that sell alcohol?”

“Oh, you’re funny,” you huffed. “Old enough by just over two years, but I can assure you I’ve been drinking much longer than that.” 

Matt smiled. “Then I might know a place.”

–

All eyes were on you the second you stepped inside Josie’s Bar. Not for the same reason they’d been on you at the last event. 

Your outfit alone probably cost more than the yearly rent of this hole. It was a nice hole, though. Nicer than you’d expected. Even if the carpet was sticky on your heels and the air thick with tobacco. At least here you wouldn’t have to hide your own smoking habits. 

“What’s your poison?” Matt asked. He kept a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the bar. Nice.  

You glanced at the bar, scanning the shelves for your choice of intoxication. 

“I’ll take a double dark rum and coke, please.” you replied - half to Matt, half to the woman behind the bar who you assumed to be Josie. 

“Diet coke?” she teased. 

“Not necessary- regular is fine,” you replied. “I assume you accept American Express platinum here? I’ll tip as well.”

Josie smiled. “Touche - and for you, Matthew?”

“I’ll take an IPA.”

You smiled, resting a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “I kind of liked just calling you Murdock.”

“I don’t mind if you want to keep doing that,” he replied. “That little play with the AmEx card was cute.”

“Oh yeah?” you quirked an eyebrow. “I’m not gonna let her talk down to me just because I’m not…working class like everyone else in this bar.”

“How long did it take you to come up with a nice word for poor?” he teased. “Didn’t they teach you grammar in private school?”

You ran a hand down his arm, acrylic nails leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You like running your mouth, don’t you, Murdock?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

Maybe this was unlike him. Actually, maybe it wasn’t unlike. In fact…it was more like him than the everyday Matt Murdock he liked to let in. It felt a little sacreligious that it was a pretty rich girl that brought it out of him - never mind that you were at least ten years younger - but hell, he’d take it. Life was short and he knew how fun the daughters of rich businessmen could be. Elektra Natchios was testament to that and was arguably much less of a good time that you were so far. 

You slid his drink towards him. “Better get drinking then, huh?”

–

You tried to outdrink Matt.

Matt tried to outdrink you. 

And that was the only explanation as to how you were still at Josie’s by final call. Neither of you were drunk - tipsy at a push - and somehow, you were both walking the line between giving the other your all and still playing hard to get. You’d learnt that Matt was a tease - no doubt a smooth talker in the courtroom - and he could easily keep up with your taunts and jabs. 

“I can’t believe we got kicked out!” 

You’d stumbled out the bar about two minutes before, arms linked with his to guide him down the street. Matt’s cane was tucked up neatly away now - he could have pretended to still use it, but the way you held onto him and led him down the street did far too much to his senses to deny himself of it. It was a mixture of expensive perfume and rum, and what felt like electricity every time your hand touched his wrist. 

“It’s called closing time,” Matt shot back. 

“In my world, that’s just a Green Day song,” you said. “You go a few blocks east of here and they’ll stay open as long as you keep paying.”

“We could go a few blocks east - or we could go one block south and go back to my place.”

You grinned. “Lead the way! Wait - oh my god. Was that really mean?”

He chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you in the opposite direction.

Matt’s apartment was nice - high ceilings and big windows, though sparsely furnished and minimal at the same time. You followed him through to the kitchen, kicking off your heels and sliding into a bar stool beside him. He threw aside his glasses and cane, spinning around to face you.

“So, tell me,” you began. “How does a small-time lawyer like you afford a place like this?”

“I take men like your father to court,” Matt suavely replied - he reached across the counter and yanked over a bottle of scotch, popping off the lid. “Care for some?”

“Mm, Glen Mckenna,” you glanced at the label. “I’m not much of a scotch gal, Murdock. At least scotch that’s only thirty years old.”

“It’s older than you, sweetheart.”

“My age hasn’t been much of a problem the rest of the night,” you shot back. 

You unfolded your legs, ever so slightly pushing up your skirt as he did. You knew Matt couldn’t see, but some part of you knew even more that he was picking up on your signals. 

That suspicion became something of certainty when he practically threw aside everything on the kitchen counter, large hands grabbing your hips. Within a matter of seconds, as though something had snapped, he had you placed on top of the cool wood, fingers splayed into your sides and mouth just inches away from yours. 

“You’re really playing the age card, huh?” his voice was raspy; bare, green eyes dark with lust. “You know nothing.”

You gave him a grin. “So teach me.”

Matthew Murdock’s lips were on yours before you’d even finished your sentence. Not unlike his hands, they were thick and calloused, bringing a thousand senses over you at once. He was clearly an experienced kisser - and a giving one too. Worlds away from the immature frat boys you’d spent the last few years gallivanting about with. 

He was right -you did know nothing. 

But that was just it, right? Matt was older than you - ten years, fifteen at the most. You’d slept around here and there but hell, nothing had been like this. Two minutes into whatever the fuck you were about to do and Matt had you shaking, cocky demanour gone; hands tangled in his hair and cunt begging, craving for a man you’d never even had before. 

Matt’s teeth tugged on your lower lip and you knew then you’d completely lost your mind. The moan that escaped your mouth only lulled him on, hands squeezing your hips even harder and pulling you closer towards him. 

You felt it then, pressed against your lower stomach. He was hard as fuck. 

“Stop teasing,” you grumbled. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Matt hissed. 

Still, he obliged. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled you off the counter, carrying you over to the sofa. He held you with only one arm, free hand tangled in your hair and holding your lips on his. 

You both fell onto the couch, clothes flying everywhere. It didn’t matter how expensive your stupid vintage Chanel was then- it looked much better on his floor than it had ever had done on you. Matt’s shirt and pants followed suit, landing before yours in a crumpled pile. 

“You in some kinda fight club or something?” you paused, tangling your hand in Matt’s hair and pulling him back. Your free one followed down his torso, fingers ghosting across the pink ridges on his abs. No complaints here. 

“Less talking, sweetheart,” he brushed aside your comment. “=

“Who put you in charge?”

“Me,” his words were muffled, barely audible as he attached his lips to your neck. “You gonna do as I say?”

“Or what?”

“It wasn’t a question.”

Matt’s lips were quickly replaced by a calloused hand on your throat. He gave it a light squeeze, a wicked smile spreading across his face when your wise demeanor was suddenly gone. He pressed another kiss to your neck, then another, following up to your ear. 

“If it gets too much, you say - okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied. “I promise I can take it.”

Another kiss, this time on the lips. “Good girl.”

You let out a whimper, brain not entirely sure what to focus on as Matt’s hands went to work. He kept one on your throat, squeezing it just enough to earn a moan out of you, the other creeping up your thighs and gently slipping inside you. That caught you by surprise - how gentle he was, and yet completely the opposite at the same time. 

Matt pushed you down into the cushions, hand still gripping your throat. His fingers curled inside you - back and forth, back and forth. A steady beat that hit the right spot over and over and over. Ecstasy took over your body like a rush, senses consumed by nothing but him. 

“Matt,” you murmured. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” his voice was still gruff, holding some type of contagious venom at you for distracting him. “I’m getting plenty from this.”

And he was. He was getting everything. The quickening pace of your heart, the smell of you, the tiny moans and whimpers that escaped your mouth every time he so much as moved. It was exultation for him as well - and almost completely sinful, the way it made him feel. Not that he gave a fuck about any religious figure in that moment. The man was willing to spend an eternity repenting his sins if it meant just one night with you. 

You came quicker than you ever had with anyone - better than you ever had with anyone. It rushed over your body like a fountain of cold water, ripping from your stomach and up to your already-dysfunctional brain like the sharp drop of a rollercoaster. Falling, falling, falling, until Matt’s hands grabbed you and grounded, softly caressing your face, holding your jaw as you cried out his name. 

“You want to stop?” he gently asked. 

“No,” you sharply sat up, scowling. “Didn’t I say that I would tell you-”

“- careful with your tone, sweetheart.”

Matt grabbed you by the hips again, pulling you down into the sofa. The next few moments were unbearable in the best way - a blur of teeth on your neck, chest, stomach and thighs, barely even registering what was going on until you felt his tongue swipe over your folds. A cry escaped your mouth, still overstimulated from your last orgasm. 

“If you want something,” Matt popped his head up, shit-eating grin across his stupidly gorgeous face, “you should just say.”

“Stop fucking teasing.”

He moved back up towards you, brushing his lips against yours. “You make it so easy.”

With that, Matt placed his hands on your ass and hoisted you into his lap. He gave it one final slap before grabbing his dick and maneuvering into inside you - you couldn’t help but let out a moan of relief, dropping your head into his shoulder and gently biting his skin. 

“Didn’t take you for a biter,” he chuckled. Running a hand up your back, he dusted across your shoulder, large fingers finding place on your jaw. “Move.”

And move you did. 

It was heaven the way he felt inside you - his fingers had been one thing but this was incomparable. You didn’t give a fuck about a stranger’s neighbours at the best of times, but you had absolutely no respect in that moment for anyone belove or below (in more than one sense). You were loud and Matt fucking loved it. He couldn’t see you - couldn’t see your glazed over eyes or freshly bruised and bitten skin - but hell, you filled his other senses enough to make up for that. 

You kind of knew the minute you met that he had a big dick. It was in the way he held himself: confident, but humble. Funny, but in an unassuming way. And it hit just the right spot, repeatedly edging the same spot that his fingers had tired out just moments before. 

It went on for a few more minutes; you were completely lost in one another, brains barely able to comprehend that you’d known each other less than twelve hours. 

You didn’t need to tell Matt that you were - he knew, and rather than slowing it down so that you could revel in the last few moments, he picked up the pace; hand tightening on your throat, other squeezing your ass in a way that was sure to leave a mark in the morning.

Your second orgasm was indescribable - you opened your mouth to let out a yell and yet, it was silent. Your acrylics clawed up and down Matt’s back, digging into him in an attempt to ground yourself. That only egged him on, the sting adding to his euphoria as he came undone inside you. 

Matt laid you back down on the couch, pressing kisses to your jaw as he did. You frowned when he began shuffling about - then he produced his shirt from the floor. He maneuvered your arms so that he could pull it over your head, before reaching for a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around your middle. 

“You’re amazing,” he murmured. “I’m gonna go get you a cloth. Don’t move.”

“I’m never moving,” you softly chuckled. 

He smiled. “Good.”

[chxrrylime]

18+, trans male reader, Billy/Steve/Reader.

would write this prompt myself but im absolutely obsessed with your writing esp the poly ones and im in desperate need to see this in your words🙏(but no pressure, take ur time)

(This is my first time requesting a fic so it's probably too specific, but you can ignore/add whatever you want—I would literally eat up every single billy/steve/reader you write)

Reader is a hairdresser and he's supposed to be closing the salon but Steve and Billy decided to come in anyways (bc whatever they prolly have a party to go to tonight and wanna look fab or smth)—Reader doesn't have a choice but to do their hair bc boss said so or whatever.

Anyways, Steve got his hair started first but I thought of the line "I could take/do you both at once" as Reader referring to getting their hair done faster but realized the implications of his words and Billy—being the piece of shit that he was—did not let that slip-up slide, so Billy decided to fuck the party and they fuck Reader instead.

Kinks: Double Penetration, hair pulling, hickeys, maybe a bit sensual stuff(?) i just want a lot of touching, The rest is up to you, have fun💖💖💖

HEY! YOUR WORDS ARE VERY KIND AND VERY MUCH APPRECIATED. I AM CRYING. I'm really glad you like my writing so much and I love writing polyamorous stuff so that's a little cherry on top! Hope you enjoy it!

↪ 2127 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for fem terms used for trans male reader's genitals, semi-public sex, double penetration, unsafe sex, mild overstimulation, mild man-handling and mention of crying.

You’re about to pull the cash drawer just as the little bell above the door dings. You look up to spot two older boys stumbling in, jeering and shoving each other playfully. The brunet one looks up at you, eyes owlish. You stare back, unamused.

Your eyes flicker over to the blond who is clearly looking you up and down, gaze heated. You’re never sure if it’s good or bad when people stare too long at your body, but you flush either way, turning your attention back to the brunet as he speaks.

“Uh, sorry. Are you closed?”

“Y—” You go to speak, quickly interrupted by your boss, putting on his coat and pulling his keys from his pocket.

“Y/N, why don’t you stay late for these two gentlemen.”

“That’s not necessary,” the brunet laughs awkwardly. The blond stares on, looking bored.

“No, no. It’s okay, I insist. He’ll get paid overtime.”

You scowl as your boss shoves past the two boys, the brunet stepping out of his way while the blond remains still and nearly gets shoulder checked, watching the guy pass him with a deep frown. 

“Uh, listen, you don’t have to—”

“God, Steve, would you shut up already. Who cares, he’s getting paid,” the blond groans.

“Do you always have to be such a dick, Billy?”

Billy moves to stand in front of the counter you’re still awkwardly stuck behind, leaning in far too close to you. He purrs out your name with a shark-like grin.

“I like it. Suits you,” he stares at your face for a long moment. You can see Steve awkwardly shifting out of the corner of your eye before Billy finally speaks again. “Which one of us do you want first?”

“Steve seems like less trouble,” you say, tone flat. Billy just chuckles, pushing himself off of the counter. You move around it, nodding towards Steve and guiding him to your work area. He hops in the chair, awkwardly kicking his legs as you pump it upwards. 

“You don’t know the half of it, doll,” Billy replies as he follows, hip jutting out to lean against your work table. You spare him a glance and he winks. You roll your eyes, running a comb through Steve’s hair.

“What d’you want done?” You ask, brushing away the soft hair that's fallen into his eyes. It looks like he’s freshly showered, which you appreciate. Billy on the other hand still has product hardening up his curly hair—you can smell it from here.

Billy speaks before Steve can even get a word in, which seems to be the norm between these two.

“We’re headed to a party. Steve here thought we should get all dolled up like a couple of girls or something. I think you should just shave it all off.”

“You’re all bark, Billy,” Steve says. “A damn primadonna.”

He winces as you untangle a knot at the back of his head and Billy snorts. You run your fingers through his hair and he hums before you shield your hand over his eyes, spritzing down his hair with a spray bottle.

“You of all people know how untrue that is, pretty boy.”

Steve sighs, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you begin to part his wet hair.

“It’s good you started with me first. Don’t even know how you’d handle Prince Hargrove over here.”

“Please,” you scoff, frowning as you try to focus on what you’re doing, deciding to mess up his hair and start from the beginning. “I could take the both of you at the same time, easy.”

You don’t even realize what you’ve said until Billy’s speaking.

“Oh, really?” 

You flush a bright red, awkwardly shifting in place as you feel your core pulse. His eyes burn a hole through you as you try to refocus on Steve’s hair.

“Don’t make it weird, man,” Steve tries, albeit weakly. You don’t miss how he pinches the fabric of his jeans and tugs them downward. Billy has his thumbs hooked in his belt loops as he approaches you, standing to your side, far too close. His eyes flick from your face to meet your gaze in the mirror. 

“I think he likes it,” Billy purrs, trailing his fingertips feather-light down your bare arm. You let your eyes flutter shut, the comb falling from your fingers and clattering to the floor as he leans closer to lick at your ear, humming approvingly. “Don’t you, baby?”

“What about the party?” Steve urges. You can see the tent in his jeans through the reflection. He tries to adjust himself again, lips automatically parting as he brushes his clothed cock.

“And leave this sweet thing all by his lonesome? Screw the party,” you whimper as he presses a kiss to your neck, his hands pushing up under your shirt to massage your stomach. “Do you want this?” He whispers, sounding hesitant for the first time all night.

You nod, letting out a shaky breath at the sharp smile you can feel pressed to your throat. He trails upwards to nip at your jaw.

“Good,” he murmurs, placing a hand at the back of your head to turn you towards him, capturing your lips in a deep, heady kiss. You hear Steve softly moan from beside you and let your eyes flutter open to glance over, catching him staring at you through the mirror as he palms himself, his jaw slack and eyes half-lidded.

Billy seems to catch him looking as well, giving a hearty chuckle as he pulls away from you. He moves to stand behind you, both of his hands sliding beneath your shirt now. His fingers catch at your binder and he hums, intrigued.

“I think you’re really gonna like this one, Stevie,” Billy coos, pushing the binder and shirt up at the same time, urging you to lift your arms so he can pull both off. Steve moans at the sight of your tits, fumbling to undo his belt and shoving his hand into his pants with a choked gasp. 

You grip the back of the leather chair as Billy grinds his hips against you, the bulge of his hard cock pressing against your ass. You moan, one of his hands pinching and groping your breast while the other sneaks down your torso, slipping past the waistband of your jeans to toy at your cocklet. He licks and sucks at your neck, leaving dark red marks behind in his wake that quickly turn purple and black as he moves along the expanse of your exposed skin.

He helps you out of your pants and briefs, kicking off your shoes in the process before he turns you around. He grabs your ass with both of his big hands, groping your cheeks roughly. You glance over your shoulder at the sound of the seat moving, watching as Steve spins the chair to face you, grabbing the lever beneath the seat to drop it all of the way down. 

You gasp then moan, long and drawn out as he leans forward, gripping your thighs tight as he licks the flat of his tongue over your asshole. He laps at you messily, his hands moving up to your ass to take Billy’s place.

“That’s a good boy,” Billy purrs at Steve who keens, doubling his efforts. He tapers his tongue, slipping it into your hole. Billy muffles your moans with his lips, his own tongue dancing methodically against your own.

He shifts slightly to the side, reaching down to slip his fingers between your folds once more. You mewl as he pushes a thick finger into your wet cunt, quickly followed by a second. There’s a slight burn that has you gasping wetly, gripping at Billy’s shoulders. 

You feel Steve’s own prodding fingers at your hole, spitting on your swollen rim before sliding his pointer in alongside his tongue. 

“Look at you,” Billy groans, the both of them adding another finger to your respective holes. You keen, his free hand gripping tight in your hair before yanking your head back. He bites down on your exposed neck, pulling the skin between his teeth before letting it snap back into place as he speaks. “You love this, don’t you? It’s amazing how easy you are. Bet you’d let us turn you into our little fuck toy, huh? Just tie you up and use you whenever we want.”

“Please,” you beg, voice shaking, “please, please. Wanna feel full—”

You end up standing in front of the chair, Steve behind you, and Billy in front. Billy’s leaned up against the counter again, jeans shoved down just enough to pull his cock out and stroke himself. No underwear, as expected.

He watches intently as Steve, just as naked as you, essentially worships your body. The both of your eyes are closed, your head thrown back over Steve’s shoulder as he trails his hands all over you. His touch makes your core tingle, his fingertips calloused and making you shiver as he glides them over your nipples, back down your tummy, over the top of your thighs, and then under. 

You squeak as he effortlessly picks you up, nearly bending you in half as his hands slip up to hold you under your knees. He spreads your legs apart, Billy licking his lips at the sight, the hand on his cock slightly speeding up from its original slow and steady pace.

You feel the head of Steve’s prick teasing at your hole and whimper.

“Ready?” He murmurs, lips pressed just below your ear. 

“Please,” you slur.

“C’mon, baby boy, split him open on that pretty cock of yours.”

Steve moans, letting you drop, essentially impaling you on his cock. Luckily, the stretch doesn’t hurt too much, but he pushes in so deep. Your eyes roll back as he finally bottoms out, giving you a moment to adjust before he’s pulling you up as best as he can, biceps bulging as he starts to fuck you.

You let out soft little “ah, ah, ah”’s as he thrusts, throwing your arm up to wrap around the back of his head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. His hips stutter to a stop, letting you sit halfway down his dick as he hones in on kissing you, moaning into your mouth as you clench around him. 

Billy steps forward, quickly slipping his fingers into your pussy for only a second, using the wetness to slick up his thick cock. You break the kiss to watch as Billy teases the blunt head between your folds, digging it against your opening before pushing forward, slowly forcing your cunt open. You moan brokenly as he stretches you wide, moving slowly but not stopping until he’s fully sheathed within your tight, wet heat. He lets out a small sigh, basking in the feeling, letting his hands move to your ass to help hold you up. 

The two of them work up a rhythmic pace, one pulling out while the other pushes in, making you moan and squeal as they fuck harder and harder into you, their balls slapping ludely against your skin. Billy leans down to lick and bite at one of your nipples, sucking more hickeys into the skin there. 

Steve instructs him to take your left leg, using his now freed hand to reach down and stroke your clit as they thrust into you. Your moans get louder and louder, whole body sparking with pleasure, stuffed impossibly full. You come with a particularly harsh tug at your cocklet, your back arching sharply as you half-moan, half-scream.

Your holes spasm around the both of them and they both groan. Steve yanks you down onto the entirety of his cock, filling you up with a shout. You can feel how his cock pulses and kicks inside of you, the ropes of cum shooting inside of your oversensitive hole. You let out a broken whimper at the sensation and he shushes you sweetly, holding you tight to him, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

It only takes a few more thrusts for Billy to follow. He slips free from your cunt, stripping his cock hard and fast before coming with a low, growly groan, biting his bottom lip as he paints your mound with his spend. 

He lowers to his knees, wasting no time licking his own cum up before moving to mouth at your oversensitive cocklet. You gasp and squirm. Steve’s big hands squeeze your thighs bruisingly tight in warning.

“My arms are getting tired, Billy,” he tries, voice scratchy.

“You’ll live,” Billy replies, muffled between your folds. You can feel tears welling up. He pulls away momentarily, looking up at you with a big, toothy grin. “Ready for round two, baby?”

[meltwonu]

✦ 👻  𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ STARLIGHTER ✧

this chapter pairing; alien!wonwoo x reader

genre&warnings; alien!au, dom!wonwoo, softdom!wonwoo, [multiple wonwoos], double penetration, anal, dirty talk, degradation, fucking in public, size kink, tentacles, ‼️mentions of oviposition‼️, ripping clothes.

notes; No ‘cuz this… ☠️ first of all, I was imagining incomplete wonwoo with the blue suit and red hair with the cute lil hair swoop in the front cuz that shit had me droolin real bad 😭💕 so u know I had to incorporate it into the fic kdhfksjdhf also... 🧍🏻‍♀️I have no excuses for... the monster fucking going on in these chapters this time around okay kjfhskdh yall r just seeing little snippets of my mind and the nasty shit that I usually... keep to myself KJHKJHAK SORRY HAHA or maybe 😳😈🥴 oh also, if my fics aren’t showing up in tags, please lmk! I don’t normally post everyday like this so I’m not sure if anything’s getting lost or not 😭💕 Thank you hehe💕 Enjoy ch 10 and I’ll see you spooky-ooky ghouls tomorrow! 😇 😈 

word count; ~3100

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - x - x - x

when I met him the stars were shining so bright;

in the heart of a club on a Saturday night.

i got out of a cab, waited at the door;

finally gonna burst to the dance floor!

“I wish you’d stop using those weird websites to meet your dates…”

Minghao mutters; a delicate hand holding a glass of wine as he watches you slip your heels on.

“Didn’t you learn after last time when the guy asked for feet pics to stop messaging guys on there? Do you like the weirdos?”

You giggle in return, eyes rolling as you wave him off.

“Hey, Mingyu was a really nice guy otherwise, okay? And this guy seems really nice this time. Very polite and proper.” You shoot him a sheepish smile as he takes a sip of his wine with an unamused expression.

“Mmhmm, polite and proper, huh? So this one’s probably a serial killer. And if not, he’s probably got, like, a second dick or something. You don’t even know what he looks like - he could be an old geezer for all you know.”

“Oh my god, ‘Hao, please! I’m sure he’s a nice guy…” You text your date that you’re on the way to the club that you’d decided to meet him at - sighing as you give Minghao one final look.

“...And anyways, if he had two dicks I probably wouldn’t complain.”

“Alright, well it’s time for you to go and leave me in peace. I’ve heard enough.”

You make it to the club in time - getting through security and trying to locate the spot where your date said he’d be meeting you.

And admittedly, you knew you shouldn’t have been meeting someone you’d never even seen a picture of but he genuinely sounded kind and caring through all the text messages the two of you had exchanged.

Even if Minghao’s words had lingered in your head a little longer than you cared to admit.

You feel a tap on your shoulder a few seconds later and when you turn to see who it is - you find your breath hitching at the red haired male wearing a crisp baby blue suit.

“W--Wonwoo…? Is that… you?”

He smiles and nods; reaching a hand out to take your own as he kisses the back of your hand.

“My, my, I didn’t realize I’d be meeting such a beautiful girl tonight. The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart.”

“I--wow, I’m just… You’re s-so handsome. I’m--I’m a little speechless. Handsome and polite.” You giggle nervously as he squeezes your hand; a deep laugh spilling from his lips as you find yourself clenching around emptiness.

Don’t get horny, you mentally yell at yourself, you just met this guy!

“Oh? Were you expecting otherwise?”

“N-no! Just… Sorry, my friend was making fun of me earlier for going on dates with random people on the internet.” You reply shyly, “He said I shouldn’t go if I don’t even know what the person looks like so I guess I’m just… Pleasantly surprised.”

Wonwoo smiles, eyes twinkling as he slowly starts to tug you into the direction of a table.

“Why don’t you tell me more about what your friend told you over some drinks, huh, sweetheart?”

You find out Wonwoo is studying microbiology, has two cats and lives alone.

“Did you always live in this city? I feel like it’s small so I would’ve seen you around before…” You ask.

“Mm, no, I’m not from around here.” He replies easily, “I moved around a lot actually. This is probably the most time I’ve spent anywhere.”

“Ooh, a traveler, huh? That must be fun!”

He smiles a secretive kind of smile that has you narrowing your eyes slightly.

“Quite! It gets tiring though, I suppose. It’s nice to settle down once in a while, right?”

You nod and polish off your drink and Wonwoo is quick to offer to get you a new one as you stay in your secluded booth away from the crowds.

“Are you sure? I can go with you, Wonwoo, I don’t mind!”

“Ah, no, no, it’s okay! Your heels must be killing you, I don’t want to make you walk all the way over there. I’ll just be a moment, okay?”

He exits the booth as you silently wait for him, swaying to the music in the meantime.

Wonwoo, so far, had been exactly how he was over the text messages you exchanged - patient and polite as he gave you his undivided attention when you spoke.

Not to mention he was a complete gentleman and even looked the part in his pristine suit and slicked hair.

“Hey, I’m back.”

You blink curiously as he sets your glass down onto the marble table.

Were you that lost in your thoughts that you lost track of time?

“Wow, that was… Fast.”

Wonwoo smiles before taking a sip of his drink - his hair slightly out of place as you look him over again.

Why did something seem off?

“Yeah, y’know, just a short line at the bar.” He scoots in closer to you as your brows furrow slightly and his arm that comes around your waist as he tugs you in closer to himself has you gasping.

“W--Wonwoo!”

He leans in close, lips ghosting against your ear as you shiver.

“I don’t think there’s a line for the restrooms either, doll. It’s pretty quiet over there if you wanna get to know me a little bit better.”

You gulp before you’re pushing him away - shock written all over your features as your cheeks start to feel hot.

“W--what’s gotten into you? I--Are you… Okay? You weren’t l-like this earlier…?”

This time, Wonwoo smirks and the deep laugh that comes tumbling from his lips sounds much more sinister as he eats up your confused expression.

“Ah, he needs to be more blunt. He’s always making up some bullshit stories and overcomplicates this.”

He?

“W-who are you talking about? Wonwoo, I’m--I’m not s-sure if--if I should… Maybe I should go.” You move to get up but Wonwoo’s quicker as he wraps a hand around your wrist and holds on tight.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, doll? I can see it swimming in your eyes that you’re dying to know what I’m on about despite how confused you feel.”

And Wonwoo’s right as you stand in your place biting the inside of your cheek.

Because despite the odd shift in his behaviour - you quietly found yourself being attracted to both sides of him equally.

“I--m-make it quick… I don’t have time to be playing g-games, Wonwoo…”

He smirks as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

“Oh, but I do. And I guarantee you that you’ll be glad you did too.”

The back hallways of the club are a lot more dimmed and quiet as he leads you down a few corridors - Minghao’s words, yet again, crossing your mind as you grimace.

Maybe you really should’ve listened this time.

“Ready, doll? I promise it’s worth your time.”

You swallow down all of your worries as he opens the door to the secluded restroom and at first you don’t see anything out of place.

Until he steps into view.

“I--”

Another Wonwoo steps out from behind a stall - lips pressed into a firm line as he crosses his arms against his chest.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“You have… a twin? You didn’t want to tell me that? And not only that, but the two of you even dress the same?” You reply in disbelief, “Is this some fucking joke? A prank you pull on your dates?”

The one who’d guided you into the room only guffaws at your words - doubling over as he slaps his knee.

“Oh, that’s a good one. Actually, one of the best reactions I’ve seen yet. You’re quite feisty, doll. I like that!”

“Will you stop? You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” The other Wonwoo replies.

“Well one of you better get to explaining or else I’m leaving!” You stomp a heeled foot as the more concerned looking of the two steps forward first but just as he’s about to speak - he’s immediately cut off by the other.

“Then let me get to the point. We’re the same person, doll. Just… Think of it as having our personalities split. He’s the nice and gentle Wonwoo and I’m the one who’s ready to ruin that cute ‘lil pussy of yours. Or your ass. Or your throat, really.”

You ignore the latter half of his comment as your cheeks burn from his bluntness.

“That… That doesn’t make sense. How can you be the same person but split? You’re--you’re really crazy. I’m--I’m leaving...” You’re turning to leave when you feel something slick wrap around one of your ankles - lips opened in shock as you shakily look down.

“Aww, c’mon, doll. Don’t be so hasty.” The second Wonwoo coos, “You were feeling attracted to both of us earlier so why not come play with us both? Don’t you want a taste~?”

“You--you can’t be the same Wonwoo! You’re two different human beings!”

The first Wonwoo sighs as he steps forward yet again.

“I guess to make a long story short - we’re not humans. We are the same person, just two halves of a whole.” He explains.

The slicked appendage slides up your leg as you let out a shaky moan; beads of sweat on your forehead from the odd position you were in.

Yes, you were attracted to both Wonwoo’s and despite the odd tentacle sliding up your leg - you were curious about it all.

Mostly how they could both pleasure you at the same time.

“Do you ever… become just one person? Or are you always like this?” You ask quietly.

“We can, we just don’t prefer to.” The second Wonwoo mutters. “He doesn’t like how crude I can get so we just agree to disagree. It’s usually not an issue, most people think we’re just twins - like how you thought. We usually leave it at that.”

“Th--then why did you explain it all to me?”

This time, both Wonwoo’s are exchanging a glance before they focus their eyes on the tentacle that’s already between your trembling thighs - the slicked appendage gliding against your panties as you moan and grind down against it.

“Particularly for this reason, sweetheart. You seem to enjoy the things we can bring to the table so why not let you indulge in all that we have to give… Right?”

It feels weird at first - shaky cries leaving your lips at the tentacles that thrust into your pussy and your ass at the same time.

“I--ngh… w-what are they… l-leaking…? W-what the l-liquid, a-ah, coming out of them…?”

Your body is suspended in midair; their tentacles keeping you in place with your legs spread wide as both of them stand on either side of you.

“I wouldn’t say it’s an aphrodisiac but… I suppose it’s something like that.” The first Wonwoo comments, “It’s meant to relax you, sweetheart.”

You feel anything but relaxed as your body feels hot with the multitude of tentacles in and around your body - two of them sliding underneath your dress before tearing it into shreds.

“A-ah, Wonwoo!”

They immediately start teasing your breasts as you let out a sharp cry; the new sensations making your mind feel hazy as the two Wonwoo’s watch with fascination.

“We haven’t had a chance to play with our tentacles like this before, doll~ You’re doing us a kind service while we learn more about the human body~”

The second Wonwoo cackles as he steps behind you - kissing your naked shoulder as his large, warm hands slide down your arms.

“Think we can push yours to the limit?”

“Fuh--fuck…” Whimpering, you clench around the tentacles in your ass and pussy as they continue to thrust into you - their leaking tips oozing the warm substance that makes your entire body feel aroused. “I--I want to f-feel, mmnh, you b-both fucking me i-instead of these t-tentacles…”

The first Wonwoo steps forward as he leans in to caress your cheek with his own hand.

“I think you deserve it, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl for us both. And you’ve given us so much help for our research.” He smiles gently at you as the tentacles pull out of you at the same time - a disappointed cry leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness you feel.

“You think you can take our cocks, doll? We’re a lot bigger than those tentacles were, y’know~ I don’t know if your tiny ‘lil holes can take it.”

You hear the unzipping of their slacks as you mewl and thrash against the tentacles holding you up. “Mmnh, f-fuck, make m-me take it…! I--I feel s-so hot all over… I n-need your c-cocks…”

Your teary eyes flit from the first Wonwoo’s face down to his cock - eyes wide as saucers at his girth.

The drool pools in your mouth as you feel them both stepping closer to your body, their cocks positioned at both of your holes as they both sink into you at the same time.

“H--holy shit… Holy shit…!”

Your mouth is agape at the way they stretch you out - the fullness you feel completely new to you as you do your best to relax and take their lengths all in.

“Your cute ‘lil ass is so tight, doll~ I can feel his cock sliding into your tight pussy too~ Bet it feels so good, right?” The second Wonwoo chuckles darkly in your ear as you let out a whimper.

“I wish you could see how we’re stretching you out, right now… We can’t even fit all of our cocks into your tight ‘lil holes, doll~ Maybe we’ll have to train you to be able to take it, huh? You’ll be our little experiment~”

The first Wonwoo purses his lips as he focuses on the feeling of your walls clamping down onto his shaft and sucking him in deeper; the sweat beading up on his brow at how good you felt around him.

“Mm, he’s right, sweetheart… I can feel the way he’s snug inside your other hole with my cock in your pussy. You’re being so good at taking us both inside of you like this. I think she deserves another treat, right? It’s only fair~”

You’re about to ask what when they both start to thrust into you - alternating their movements as you’re reduced to garbled whines and moans at the mind melting pleasure.

“Oh, n-ngh, fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…” You slur.

“You can barely fit half our cocks in your ass and pussy and you’re already losing your mind, doll~ I can’t wait to see how good you take it once we get it all to fit. You’ll feel us inside of you allllll the time, even when we’re not fucking you.”

“Nobody will be able to fuck you as good as we do, either, sweetheart~ Look at how much we can give you.”

“Fuh--fuck, Wonwoo… Wonwoo!”

The tentacles reappear to tease your breasts again and you mewl and arch your chest into the feeling as you get lost in the unadulterated pleasure that both Wonwoo’s and their tentacles give you.

With each snap of their hips, you feel them sinking in more and more of their thick cocks - drools dripping from the side of your lips as the first Wonwoo’s cock slams into your g-spot and the second Wonwoo’s cock is almost up the base in your ass.

“Mm, such a good cockwarmer~ I can fuck you all day, doll~ Couldn’t you, Wonwoo? She can sit on your cock while you read your books... Maybe even get on her knees and suck you off while you work.” He smirks as he looks over your shoulder to his other half - eyes twinkling mischievously.

“If given the opportunity, I’d love to, sweetheart. That is, if you’d like to see us again.”

You nod your head feverishly as your head lols to the side.

“W-want it… You ca--can experiment, a-ah, all you want w-with me…” You mutter; already slightly delirious with how your body jerks with each toe curling thrust of their cocks.

The second Wonwoo hums as he places a hand on your warm skin; his rough fingertips dancing across your skin before he’s gently massaging your stomach.

“Did you know some aliens lay eggs?” He whispers into your ear. “Right here~”

And you find yourself clenching around both of them at what he insinuates.

“You--you wouldn’t--I--Wonwoo--d-don’t--I--I---”

The first Wonwoo smirks at you this time too - amusement in his eyes at the way you simultaneously get wetter at the thought yet stumble over your words.

“Ah, just kidding, doll~ Well, not really. Some of them really do, y’know?” He licks his lips and watches as you shiver. “For the two of us though? We’ll just cum inside your ass and cunt until it’s spilling out of you, okay?”

“N-ngh, fuck… pl--please…”

“First, how about we give you one more treat, hmm, sweetheart? I want to see how well you do for me.”

Another tentacle slides against your hot skin before it’s tip is prodding at your lips - a tiny whimper escaping past before the tentacle is filling your mouth.

“Ah, there we go~ Now all your holes are being used like they should be~ How about we cut to the chase now, huh, Wonwoo? Let’s give her what her good human body craves the most~”

Their hips snap into you at the same time; both of their cocks and the tentacle thrusting into your mouth keeping you extremely full as your toes curl and you moan around the appendage.

You feel their cocks throbbing at the same time and it only takes a few more harsh thrusts before they’re cumming at the exact same time - soft and quiet grunts coming from the first Wonwoo as the second Wonwoo curses and growls from behind you.

A surprised noise comes from you when you feel the tentacle cumming too - a warm and sticky substance coating your throat as you do your best to swallow it all down while your ass and pussy get filled to the brim with their cum.

“Oho~ you’re quite the human, doll~ I don’t think we’ve had such good luck before~”

You let out a tiny muffled cry as you feel yourself start to orgasm - walls fluttering around their cocks as you ride out the spine tingling pleasure.

“We’ll have to bring her back with us for… extra research. I don’t think I’m satisfied with the data we’ve collected just yet.” The first Wonwoo mutters; barely loud enough for you to catch through the ringing in your ears.

Their warm cum fills you up and makes you feel sated and the tentacle in your mouth slowly starts to retract itself as you sputter and let the air rush back into your lungs.

“O-oh my g-god… I--I’ve, mmnh, n-never been f-fucked like this, a-ah, b-before…”

You sob quietly as you let your orgasm ebb way after a few tense minutes - their cocks still deep inside of your holes as you continue to tremble between their warm bodies.

“You can have more of it if you want, doll~ You’ll just have to come with us for a while.”

“A-a while…?” You let out a moan when you feel them both start to pull out of you at the same time; rivulets of cum dripping from both your ass and pussy as they both step in front of you and watch the cum pouring out of your spent body.

“Yes, sweetheart, a while. Not too long though. I promise nothing that your friend would worry about.” He grins and for a second, you can’t tell who’s the first one and who’s the second one.

“Yeah, doll, don’t you wanna ride our dicks a little longer? We can let it be a learning experience. You get to learn more about alien species and we get to learn more about you.” 

“D-don’t you want to learn about h-humans...? In general?”

They share a look; both sets of eyes twinkling with mischief as their tentacles tighten their grip on your body. 

“Nah, I think we rather learn more about you, sweetheart.”