#I just wanna give him a face massage and smell his head when he’s distracted

[theloveinc]

Always thinking about Bakugo who lets your treat him like a cat. Who just sits there and lets you squish his cheeks and pet his stubbly jaw, cuddle his neck when you’re brushing all the knots out of his hair as he’s sitting in between your legs.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Request here my dear

Villain offers a massage to hero because they know how exhausted he is after so many battles. Villain is very skilled and relaxes hero but when the hero has to get up he realises hes got a bit of an issue in his pants :)

Give us some sexual tension don't be shy ;)

"I get it," the villain said. "That much responsibility on your back. No wonder you're stiff."

The villain smiled to themselves as they dug their fingernails into the hero's back, dragging them down. And they weren't the only one enjoying it: the hero moaned in response and curled his back a little. To remind the hero who was in charge, they pressed him back into the bed and tutted.

"But I am still surprised that you crawled to me and begged me to either punch or hug you. Our golden boy is really at his limits, hm?" The villain put a flat hand on the hero's back and rubbed gently. The hero had been in their apartment quite a few times already. Never on his own terms, it was mostly the villain dragging him here to stitch his wounds. But admittedly, the villain enjoyed not being alone.

"I had a long week," he said, his face half-buried in the villain's pillows.

"It's Wednesday."

"So?" he asked, more exhausted than the villain had expected.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" they asked.

"Nah." He didn't even look at them. Unfortunately, the villain got a little too distracted by him. They looked at his broad back, big muscles relaxing, his body breathing rythmically. The villain was a little hot, not really knowing where their eyes were supposed to stay. It was a little overwhelming.

"I've been told I'm great at talking. About stuff like that." The villain let their hand travel up and down the hero's back, tender fingers moving in patterns and lines. The hero took in a deep breath and his head turned around, two sleepy eyes checking out their enemy.

"I'm gonna smell like you if I keep laying here," he said.

"See it as payment. You tell me what happened and I won't kick your ass."

"You decided not to kick my ass. I wouldn't mind a fight."

"Oh, really?" Once again, the villain let their nails scratch over the hero's back and this time, the hero squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling heavily. "Do you want to beg me to break your bones? That's a strange request."

"Fine," he mumbled. "I got transferred."

"What?!"

"Yeah, like half across the country. Fucking sucks." The villain didn't know what to say. The hero was the only reason why they had moved here. He was the only reason why they stayed.

"Christ, that's not..." The villain swallowed. Their fingers were still going up and down the hero's back but the villain wasn't even aware how close their fingertips were to the hero's waist band.

"I know, I tried to argue with them but they were convinced I needed to leave the city," he said. "I hope it's not because of us but I think it is."

"What do you mean?" the villain asked but they knew exactly what he meant. They weren't allowed to do this. To be in bed together, to know where the other was staying, to stitch up each other.

It wasn't normal.

"People might know about us. I don't really care about that. Reputation or gossip - I'll still save people and I'll still love the people that I love. It doesn't matter to me what they print." He still didn't really turn his body. "Can you move your hand?"

To the villain's surprise, they discovered that their hand had been on the hero's lower back for a little too long. They found another way up the hero's back.

"So, you're moving soon?"

"Unfortunately," he said. "Believe me, I am still trying to fight it out, it's just a lot of paperwork."

Well, what exactly held the villain back, then?

They hesitated. This was stupid.

But then, they leaned over and kissed the hero's cheek. The villain felt their own heart banging against their ribs, making them almost panic. However, the hero - although he seemed surprised - pressed a kiss to their lips. It was quick and awkward and for a second, the villain could only stare at the man in their bed, the only person that was important.

He turned a little and the villain couldn't help but go in for another kiss. Harder this time, more passionate. The villain had nothing to lose now. They were tired of pretending they weren't yearning for him and his body. They were tired of pretending not to notice his muscles or his messy hair or his raspy voice in the morning. Totally tired of pretending they didn't like his dumb jokes or how he didn't even have to stand on his tip-toes to reach the villain's coffee.

"Wait..." he murmured, "get on top."

And the villain did. The hero pulled them on top easily.

"Oh. Oh."

"Don't even-" But the villain had to giggle and moved their hips a little, just to rile him up even more. He could only moan quietly and grab the villain's thighs to stop them. "You're evil."

"You deserve a good goodbye," the villain answered but in reality, they let him struggle for twenty minutes until their hand finally dove down.

[cheekyowldraws]

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Friede, Murdock, Liko and Roy appeare fairly often too Minor part: Orla, Mollie, Captain Pikachu, Rockruff, Dot

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Murfrieshipping

Summary:

Friede keeps sleeping in the captains chair instead of his bed and Murdock doesn't like that unhealthy behaviour and tries to convince him to take better care of himself, even if that means he has to give him the "Professor" treatment (I headcanon that when Murdock is mad at Friede he doesn't call him by his name and instead calls him Professor so the other man will immadiatly know that he fucked up)

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Can't you see that I'm caring about you?

It's past midnight and today it's Murdocks turn for the night shift, so he wanders around the Brave Asagi to check on everyone. The kids were all sleeping safe and sound. Liko always slept on her side, sometimes hugging Sprigatito. She was breathing so softly that you could barley hear her. Roy on the other hand was more of a lively sleeper. The boy never layed in his bed the same way and Murdock always got amused to see which pose he would find him in, before gently laying him down in a more comfortable pose, tucking him under his sheets. Dot mostly layed on her back, arms over her head, softly snoring. She had a very deep sleep so it was easy for Murdock to pick up some empty bottles and snack bag, before leaving the room.

The next stop was the Captain's deck and he really hoped that he would NOT find a certain man in here today...but he was proven wrong. Friede was sitting In the captains chair or more laying half on his side. That pose couldn't possible be comfortable in any way ore means. The white haird man was sitting mostly straight, but his upper body leaning widly on the left side while trying to support his head with his arm, his left shoulder pressing against the hard wood. Normally Murdock would just pick him up and carry this unreasonable fool to his room and laying him in his bed, but not this time. Today is different. He is dissapointed...Friede did promise him earlier this day that he will sleep properly in his own bed tonight, but he cleary didn't hold to his promise...so he just let him be like that and left the room, but not before he put a blanket over this stupid idiot. He may be mad but he still cares and don't wanna risk that his best friend gets sick.

The next morning Friede was woken up by the rising sun. He needed to blink his eyes open several times before they could adjust to the blending light. With a deep and long yawn he tried to sit up and was immadiatly met with a stinging pain in his neck „Maybe sleeping here wasn't the best idea“ he admitted while trying to massage his neck. Then the yellow eyed man noticed the blanket he was wrapped in and was slightly confused „I can't remember getting this...“ but before he could think more about this his nose got distracted by the pleasant smell of freshly backed bread. „Hmmm...I wonder what Murdock made for breackfast“ he said ans with a soft smile he exited the room, still trying to strech his body.

Soon he entered the kitchen to see what Murdock was up to „Good morning“ he said with a big smile. The brown hairded man was in the middle of preparing said breakfast and answered him with a cheerful „Good morning did you sleep well?“ and a big smile on his face. Friede instantly grabbed his neck turning his head carefully and alternately to the left and right, making his eyes winch in pain a little while letting out a small groan „My neck is a bit sore“ „I wonder why...“ the chef promptly hissed out with a sarcastic undertone, barley loud enough for Friede to notice that Murdock said something but not being able to understand what exactly so he asked out of concern while lifting one of his brows „Did you say something?“ But Murdock just shakes his head „I was just talking to myself. The breakfast is almost ready so please get the kids“ he said with a smiling face before he continued to focus on the task before him. Friede just nodded and then left the kitchen to look if the kids are already awake. The cook let out a defeated sight as soon as his friend left the kitchen. „That idiot doesn't seem to remember a thing...I just care about you...you stupid“ he mumbled with a rather hurt but soft voice before he finished preparing breakfast. 15 minutes later everyone was sitting at the dining table. As usual Murdock served a tasty meal and everyone stuffed their faces, enjoying every bite. Murdock couldn't help but smile at this sight. But it didn't took long until he got interupted by Roy who almost choked on his last bite, because he ate to hastely.

Friede ate fairly much himself and felt full to the brim „Phewwww that was delicious as always Murdock. I'm so full I definately won't be able to move for a while“ he compliments the chefs food. Murdock just had the biggest smile on his face after hearing that „Thank you I'm happy your enjoyed your breakfast Pro..fes...sor!“ Murdock said the last word with such a joyful but yet terrifying voice that it made Friedes whole body shiver „Oh no...he is upset...“ he thought, cold sweat starting to run down his face while going through every interaction he had with the other man yesterday to find a possible clue of the sudden dissapointment towards him. „What was it!? Did I say anything wrong!? Did I accidentally break something? Did he forgot something important!? But if he forgot it how could he possible remember it now?“ Arrghhhh Friede growls while tearing at his hair „I do so many stupid and clumsy stuff how can he expect me to know what exactly made him mad?“ he thought. Molly and Orla immadiatly sensed the change of athmosphere between the two men. It wasn't the first time they witnessed Murdock getting mad with Friede, so they were sure they will figure things out themselves. After collecting all the dirty tableware Murdock left the room heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Liko and Roy got slightly concerened because Friede was sitting their for several minutes without moving a muscle. „A..Are you okay Friede?“ a nervouse Liko softly asked him. But the man didn't respond so Roy tried with his energiy voice this time „ARE YOU OKAY FRIEDE!?“ the small boy neary gave him a heartattack. „I'm...I'm fine!!“ He promptly answered while having one hand on his chest feeling his heart almost coming out „I just got lost in thoughts that's all“ he tried to convince the kids while trying to put on a smile but it looked more like a grimace. „Are you sure?“ Liko worried asked him again. „I'm okay I promise so don't worry okay?“ he said while patting her head with a hopefully normal smile on his face this time before leaving the room with a „I need to check something so see ya later“

Friede spent his whole day trying to find out with what action he upsetted Murdock. He didn't relaized how fast the time flew by when he decided to take a break from thinking. In fact it's already dinner time so everyone was gathering at the dining table. Friede also sat down on his seat and still had no clue. His head slightly hurted from overthinking and he tried to hide it but Murdock did notice. The cook exactly knew why his friend had a headeach so he didn't need to sugar coat him. He is still mad with Friede after all. So yet again the chef put up his brightest smile „Does the Professor have trouble remembering something important?“ That took Friede a little off-guard and he almost choked on his food. He hated that Murdock could read his face so easily. „A well...I guess so“ He said a little awkward while scratching the back of his head „I see...“ The cook almost lost his facade for a moment so he took a short pause before continuing „If you don't remember it probably wasn't that important to YOU so don't sweat it okay?“ Murdock tried really hard to sound happy but Friede catched the sad undertone in his voice and felt even more guilty now. He couldn't bring himself to say anything after that and just silently watched his friend leaving the room.

That whole situation didn't went unnoticed to the rest of the crew. And Friede already sensed judging eyes towards him so he just felt like running away himself „Sorry I ehm I think I should go and check if we still are on the right course so...“ the white haired man hastely stood up, almost falling from his seat and left the room without looking anyone in the face. Liko and Roy just looked at each other confused not knowing what to do. „I think Murdock would be happy if you two could help him with the dishes“ Orla said with a smile on her face to distract them. The two kids just nooded and started to collect all the dirty tableware to bring them to Murdock.

The cook stood in the kitchen, tears running down his cheeks. He just had to leave or else he would have burted into tears in front of everyone „I expected him to not remember but still...my heart feels betrayed...I thought my feelings had reached him...“ the brown haired man pressed his fingers against his closed eyes to stop the tears. He took a few deep breathes to calm himself down. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this. But in this moment someone knocked on the door and he started to panic a little „Murdock are you in there?“ Roy asked with a cheerful but hesitant voice. Murdock was a little relieved that it wasn't Friede and heaved out a deep sigh. He promptly wished the last bit of tears away with his right arm and had to clear his voice before he was able to answer. „Yeah please come in“ the two kids then opened the door, hands full of tableware. „We brought all the dirty dishes. Is it okay if we help you cleaning up?“ Liko shyly asked with a soft smile and Murdock was deeply touched „Of course! You two are a great help. Thank you!“ the cook cheerfully said and the two kids happily staretd to bring everything to the sink so Murdock could wash the dishes while Liko and Roy dried everything with a towel.

At the same time Friede was running outside to get some fresh air. He just busted out the door and leaned on the railing. He was out of air and needed to catch his breath. After a while he lifted his head and looked at the sunset. „Right it's my turn on the night shift...“ he whispered to himself. He kept silently watching the sun slowly going down, still thinking about what he can't seem to remember...but to no avail...he just can't remember and he hated himself for it. It was already dark when he finally decided to go in hoping that everyone else already went into their bedrooms setteling down for the night. He opened the door and cautious peak inside. To his delight no one seemed to be here, so without detour he went to the Captains deck grabbing the steering wheel.

Thinking all day about why Murdock was mad at him mentally have worn him out completely. „WHAT DID I DO WRONG?“ He couldn't shake off this question and it started to drive him crazy that he wasn't able to grasp the reason for the chefs dissapointment. Especially after the last conversation „He could just tell me what upsets him though“ It was almost midnight when Friede decided to sit on the captains chair for a while and he literally let himself fall exhausted into the seat. His sore neck immadiatly tried to protest when he leaned against the back of the chair. „I probaly should sleep in my bed today“ he paused for a moment and then just repeated part of the sentence with a questioning voice „...sleep in my bed......in my bed....SLEEP IN MY BED!!! THAT'S IT!!!“ he couldn't help but almost jump out of the chair in the process, just to get his joy of finally knowing why Murdock is mad at him promplty replaced by the realisation that he indeed fucked up and that the other man had the full right to be upset. „So the blanket last night really was from Murdock...he saw me sleeping here after I promised him I would sleep comfortably in my bed...and him directly asking how my night was...and if I struggle to remember something important...“ the man closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Everything made sense now...and he rememberd everything.

The day before:

Friede was keeping Murdock company in the kitchen while the chef was preparing everything for lunch. He sat on the small stool in the corner watching every move of his friend. He made it look so easy, every hand movement is perfectly coordinated. „I could never cut stuff while looking away“ he said after wittnessing Murdock cutting onios without even looking because the man was busy reading a recipe at the same time. The chef actually wanted to test a new dish he recently found or more searched especially for it. Liko is not a picky eater and eats everything the cook makes and he appreciated it but he really wanted to create some comfort food for the shy girl, after everything she went through. „It's not that spectacular. Its only a matter of trainng. I'm doing this for years ya know?“ The humble man said with a smile. „Don't play down your hard work. If it would be so easy everyone of us would be able to cook like you, but that's not the case. I'm complimenting you here ya know?“ Friede protested with a up brow. „Sorry, sorry!“ Murdock answered with a playful voice.

Friede then layed back and coulnd't hold back a small groan, cursing his hurtinh neck. That didn't went unnoticed by Murdock „You slept in the Captains chair again didn't you?“ the cook asked being annoyed by the unhealthy behavior his friend couldn't seem to stop with. But Friede was avoiding eye contact and didn't answer his question. „So I'm right...how many times did I already tell you that it's unhealthy to go one like this?“ Friede just went even more silent looking on the floor now „When was the last time you slept in a bed?“ Murdock asked with a slightly angry but concerned voice, staring at Friede in hope he gets an answer this time.

„You know...last time when we...when we slept in your room together and...“ „THAT WAS LAST WEEK!???“ the big man hissed at his friend „You are telling me you haven't slept in your bed for over a week!?“ Murdock has to admit that his voice came out louder then he wanted to, resulting in starteling the smaller man a bit. But he was shocked after what he just heard. „Ye...Yeah but it's not that big of a deal. Sleep is sleep! Doesn't matter how I get it“ Friede tried to defend himself. „It DOES matter where you sleep!“ Murdock started to scold the him „Your neck hurting is the best example that sleeping in a chair is unhealthy!“ „It always goes away after some time“ Friede tried to defend himslef, not understanding what Murdock is so worried about. The cook went silent for a while after that before he started talking again „Sorry for screaming at you, but can you promise me that you gonna sleep properly in your bed? At least for today?“ he said with a caring voice while looking at him with pleading eyes. Friede wanted to protest but it seemed important to his friend so he promised him to do so.

Back to the present:

Murdock layed in his bed unable to rest. His Rockruff cuddeling right against his chest. He gently petted the little puppy that was already snoring soundly. He couldn't help himself but to smile at this cute sight. But the smile was washed away from his face as soon as he fell back into deep thoughts. „Should he have just told Friede why he is mad?“ He started to play with one of Rockruffs paws, softly pressing it's toe beans. It wasn't the first time that Friede forgot something so he should be used to this, but for some reason he feels really hurt this time, almost betrayed „I just care about him...why can't he understand that I'm just worried? Are my feelings worth nothing?“ The cook asked frustrated while looking at his Rockruff, expecting an answer, but of course the only respond he got was a big yawn. Murdock had to giggle „Of course you don't have an answer on that“ while watching his little fellow getting even more comfortable „Maybe I should talk to Friede tommorrow...“ The cook then turned out the lights and kissed the little puppy on his head before trying to catch some sleep himself, tightly but gently hugging his partner.

The next morning:

Murdock always wakes up earlier then the others so he can prepare breakfast for everyone. Always trying to be as silent as possible. But before he could concentrate on cooking he needed to check something. That something included a certain someone he hoped he could talk to and clear things up. So of course he went to the Captains deck first, because he was sure to find the man here. But to his surprise he only got greated by Cap „Pika...chuuu“ The Pokemon said while doing his icnonic arm crossing pose. „Oh Good Morning Cap you seem in good spirit today“ Murdock replied with a smile. „Hope you are hungry, because I'm gonna make plently for breakfast“ the cook said getting out an excited „Chuuu“ of the Cap. Murdock walked out of the room but instead of going straight back to the kitchen he had to see with his own two eyes. So he now stood before Friedes room slowly opening the door and there he was. Laying on his stomach, arms and legs streched out. Murdock was so relieved to find him sleeping in his own bed „I wonder if you did remembered?“ he softly whispered to himself to not wake up his friend while gently tucking Friede under his sheets. Before closing the door he once more looked back at the peaceful sleeping silhouette and just could smile at this sight.

As expected Friede didn't appeard for breakfast, that wasn't unusual when his friend was in charge of doing the night shift. So Murdock went to bring Friede his share like always when this was the case. He knocked on the other mans door and was about to open it after he didn't get a response to check if he still is sleeping. But to his surprise someone suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. Murdock just tried to balance himself and the tablet with the food while he heard the door closing behind him. Friede was standing there leaning on the door with his back. „G..Good morning Friede!“ the bigger man stuttered out, still a little confused what just happend. But Friede couldn't bring himslef to look Murdock into his eye, not yet. Murdock put the tablet on the little night stand to get it out of the way „Are you alright?“ The brown haired man didn't sounded mad anymore he just was worried „I'm sorry...“ Friede still looking on the floor „I'm sorry I stepped on your feelings and broke my promise...I'm really sorry I'm...“ In that moment Friede took all his courage to lift his head and face his friend properly. But before he could say anything else he felt two strong arms around him taking him into a tight hug „I'm so glad you did remember and took care of yourself“ The cook let out with a trembeling voice followed by softly sobbing. Friede couldn't hold back his own tears at this point and hugged his friend back „Thank you....thank you for always caring about me!“ the words just gushed out of the white haired man with a quivering voice.

A few minutes passed and Friede almost started to whine when loosing the warmth of Murdocks body, because his friend pulled back from the hug. But soon enough he knew why when he felt two big hands gently cupping his face in between. „You know I love you and would do anything for you“ Murdock said with still teary eyes and such an beautiful and angelic voice that Friede wasn't able to hold himself back and pulled the other man into a passionate kiss. He wished this moment would last forever but they got interrupted by his grwoling stomach. Friede was a little embarressed and his already pink cheeks became more redder in an instant. Murdock let out a heartful laugh „Seems like someone is hungry“ he teased „ I guess I could really use something to eat right now“ he answered a little flustered. „Then sit down and eat your breakfast“ the cook said while pointing on the night stand were he put the tablet filled with food earlier. Friede didn't waste time, jumped on his bed and happily started to stuff his face. Murdock just sat right next to him watching his friend enyoing his food, softly smiling.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni dearest! (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)

How are you ? I missed ya around here.

* eye anxiously twitching *

You absolutely want to send me to the ER with more than heart problems! * aggressively makes and drinks tea * My nerves are all hell bent and under no circumstances or conditions are operating correctly!

Since you said before and please correct me if I'm wrong, I'm so shy now * proceeds into throwing myself in the ditch *

( ≻⸝⸝⸝≺ ྀི)

Sweet yet naughty Wife of mine ! Now we have more more monsters ?!?? 👀🫠🔥❤️‍🔥🙈🙊😈

I'm dying of thirst (pun intended) for more Vampire! Nanami and now Orc! Nanami is just sinfully delightful and now my head conjures maybe Werewolf! Nanami that omg help ! Someone call a doctor ! I need those antique fainting chairs and smelling salts ! Or just put me in a coffin !

If Nanami Kento vampire version joins me in that coffin something entirely different than sleeping eternally is happening and boy that reminds me of a Motionless in White "Eternally Yours" video that OMG. Has the perfect scenery for this. Oh no, maybe this is new kink unlocked. Oh no no.

The other day a customer didn't understand when I repeated his coffee order, because I got anxious and said it too fast, probably I missed something, and politely he said "come again?" and my brain froze and rotted into idk how many Nanami fics and the things he says in your stories (and other good writers around here) I didn't know if I had a epilepsy, said "yes sir", muffle a noise my throat almost did, or just drop dead. Was my hands shaking when delivering at the table his hot cup of coffee with some baked goods he asked ? Yes it was. I felt like a first day in new job all over again. lol

I'm not one to point fingers but you did a wonderful great job in damage points, Congrats to you ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。Along with others that I should point fingers at too ! * pouts *

My head is in the gutter lately 24/7 and I'm a junkie on Nanami! The Man is haunting me like a ghost ! * mind wanders for a split second * Could he be the Phantom of the Opera? * face palms myself * You see the issue, darling? It's your fault ! Someone needs to be blamed ! I need rehab!

Idk if I strangle you pretty neck, or just darn right kiss your cheek politely and bless you ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

With tons of love, and in more than angst and agony

Kat

Oh! Welcome home darling! Let me take your bags. How was your day? You want a little something extra in your tea tonight baby? How about a massage? I've seen how hard you've been working, my love so I brought in a little surprise for you. Head on over to the bedroom, I think you'll like the blonde you see. 😏😏😏

Jokes aside my dearest wife, I am so ecstatic that you're liking the orc nanami piece. The vamp nanami is still cooking. It's a tough meat and I wanna make sure it's so soft it melts in your mouth.

Also ok what did this coffee shop mannlook like omg YOU CANT LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS??? WAS HE HOT WAS HE INCREDIBLY SEXY AND CLASSY AND KINDA OLDER??? Did he SMELL NICE?!? YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME HANGING. OH MY HOD IMAGINE NANAMI. IMAGINE SERVING NANAMI COFFEE. HIS HAND BRIEFLY TPUCHING YOURS AS YOU GIVE HIM THE CUP. AAAAA

Oops sorry for being feral. (It will happen again.)

I'm sorry vamp nanami is taking so long even though you gave me the idea so long ago. I'm just obsessed with doing a good job on this. I've had several distractions too so it's just not been a priority but I promise I'm working hard.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for interacting. I'm so glad you're here my dearest wife!! Now come on, the bedroom and Nanami await!

Love, hugs, and neck kisses.

Noni🩷

[bitsauur]

glossy (m)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x spoiled f!reader

cw: nsfw mdni, dry humping in a college party, semi public sex, cunnilingus, cum eating, possessive/toxic gf things, mentions of unprotected sex

There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes when you watch someone clumsily fall onto hyunjin’s chest, hands wrapping around his toned arms, her eyes flicking to his lips–just minutes after you’ve arrived at the party. She begins chatting him up, your boyfriend smiling as his eyes roam across the room, just to meet yours. He breaks the conversation to latch onto you like a lovesick puppy, leaning you over the empty kitchen counter, hips humping against your ass through your clothes.

“Block her for me, babe,” you puff, as your boyfriend's wet lips suck bruises on your neck, hands wandering under your top to massage the skin below your tits.

“Mm–” he grunts, barely registering the words coming out from your lips, too distracted by how you smelled too good not to fuck today. “Block who, baby?” he says in a muffled voice, his nose sinking into your skin while he rocks his hips against your ass, deep pants escaping from his mouth.

“Your little friend earlier,” you roll your eyes, your hands gripping the counter tightly, not too pleased with having to point it out yourself.

“Block her and don’t talk to—-oh fuck!” you squeak when a roll of Hyunjin’s hips perfectly hits your pussy, your back arching and your ass pressing harder into your boyfriend’s bulge.

“Hyunjin!” You slap your boyfriend’s hands gripping your waist, turning to glare at him. He shoots you  a lazy smile, pressing your body closer to him as he sloppily snaps his hips, pausing to lean over to you and place his neck on your shoulders, sighing in contentment. 

 “What if I don’t block her, hmm?” he tests the waters while giving you a shit-eating grin, his eyes filled with mischief, enjoying the sour expression on your face.  “What if I don’t wanna do that?” 

You scoff and break away from his grasp to face him, crossing your arms.  “Then I guess you also don’t wanna fuck me raw tonight.” 

His jaw goes slack, arms aggressively falling to his sides.  “You can’t be serious,” he huffs in disbelief. 

“Oh, but you know what,” you smirk, turning your back to lean over the counter. “I guess you don’t wanna enjoy my little gift for you tonight at all,” you slyly purr as your fingers move to pull up the hem of your skirt, showing your boyfriend your bare pussy.

“Fuck–” hyunjin feels his blood rush down to his dick at the sight of your cunt. “All this time–?” his voice trails off as his brain slowly processes the stunt you pulled in front of him, in a fucking party.  You smirked, slowly pulling your skirt back down to cover your cunt, immediately facing him to hide the wetness hyunjin created from humping you earlier.

Your boyfriend licks his lips, eyes moving from the spot between your legs to your eyes. “Wanna eat you out,” he says bluntly, inching closer to you, trapping you between his arms.

“Let me eat you out,” he repeats, his nose nudging your ear, hands playing with the hem of your skirt, fingers lightly brushing the back of your thighs, making you twitch in place. 

“Let me eat you out, hmm?” he coaxes you, placing his thigh between your legs, the fabric of his pants nudging your clit perfectly, making you throw your head onto your boyfriend’s shoulder to hide your whimper. Your brain starts to grow a little fuzzy, but you relentlessly shake your head.

“Block her first,” you stubbornly say, albeit a little weakly, pawing at Hyunjin’s shirt as you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze.

He chuckles at your resolve. “Mm, and what else?” he says, his fingers creeping under your shirt to rub your back affectionately–a stark contrast to how he cruelly drags his denim-clad thighs on your bare pussy.

You moan a little more, until you hear yourself moaning without restraint on top of the sink counter inside the locked comfort room. The squelch of your juices echoes in the room, your boyfriend's head under your skirt, lapping up your glistening cunt like a starved dog. 

“Fuck, you smell so fucking good,” he hums, his hot breath leaving your cunt to part your pussy lips with his fingers. 

“Fucking wet,” Hyunjin licks a fat stripe on your slit, dipping his tongue in your cunt, his nose pressed to your clit. You softly whimper, tugging Hyunjin’s hair, as he thrusts his hips into the air, dick throbbing with the smell of your lewd scent.  

“M-More,” you huff. “Lick my pussy more,” you demand. Hyunjin groans and hooks his arms around your legs to bury his face deeper in your cunt,  flicking his tongue vigorously on your clit. Your fingers tug at hyunjin’s hair tightly, legs shuddering around your boyfriend’s head. 

You writhe above your boyfriend, hands clenching the sink counter as he slips two fingers inside your cunt. Hyunjin moans when he feels your warm walls clamping down on his fingers. 

“So fucking tight,” he says, latching his mouth back on your pussy, pointing his tongue as he licks you, fingers curling up to bully your sensitive nub.

“Mmh—yes, yes jinnie!” you yelp, rocking your hips into Hyunjin’s face, his spit and your slick running down his chin. Your boyfriend inhales sharply as he hears your wanton moans and feels your quivering thighs, his hands coming up to knead your tits as he sucks your folds.

“Yes! Fuck–right there,” you moan, body jolting as you feel heat pooling in your abdomen.

“M’ cumming, m’ cumming!” a choked moan rips from your throat as you rock your hips back and forth on hyunjin’s face sloppily. You grip your boyfriend's hair tightly when you throw your head back,  feeling spurts of fluid shoot from your cunt, your toes curling and your body shaking when hyunjin doesn’t stop fucking you with his tongue through your orgasm.

Your body continues to shake as your boyfriend greedily slurps your juices. He gives your cunt a long lick and a kiss before he peers to look at you with a smug expression, his head resting on your thighs, hand moving to wipe the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“It’s that good?” he cockily asks, quirking a brow while he looks at you with amusement. You roll your eyes as you catch your breath, weakly pulling him up to give him a languid kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Have you guys seen Hyunjin?” a voice quips behind the door, sounding awfully similar to the brunette you saw with Hyunjin earlier.

You break away from the kiss, too fucked out to care when you hear voices scrambling from the other side of the door, and too entranced with how your boyfriend looks after eating you out–his hair sticking all over the place, his shirt drenched with your cum, and his lips glossy with his drool and your slick. You smirk, cupping hyunjin’s cheek. 

“Hyunjin,” you weakly mumble.

“Hmm?” he says, purring at your touch. 

“You still wanna fuck me raw?” you coo, as you palm the bulge in his pants.

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okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.

[eijishimas]

midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

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content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

[seongsangi]

can’t keep my hands to myself

pairing: johnny x reader

summary: a night alone with johnny in his apartment, what do you think happens?

word count: 2.2k

warnings: slight degradation? spanking, choking, sum good ole smutttt

read part 2

“So, what are we watching?” you ask Johnny, plopping down on the couch beside him. His roommate is out for the night, so Johnny invited you over knowing the long day at work you had. It was nice to wind down with your boyfriend, opening your arms for him to hug you.

“Whatever you wanna watch baby.” Johnny wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can snuggle you. He lifts your legs to lay them across his thighs while tucking his head underneath your chin, his hair tickling your chest. The intimacy is not new to you and you love that about him, how touchy feely he is and how he loves being so close to you, holding you like he never wants to let go. “Can we watch anime? Oooh, can we watch the new episode of Attack on Titan? I’ve been waiting so long!!” Your voice gets high pitched, which he finds so cute seeing you all excited.

During the episode, you wrap your arms around him, caressing his hair and stroking his arm gently. His subtle hands don’t go unnoticed as they gradually move across your warm skin. First, his hands were at your waist, slipping underneath your tank top. Eventually, one of his hands travels along your thigh, the skirt you wore tonight leaving your lower half exposed. He draws slow circles on your bare skin before settling for cupping your ass, pushing your skirt up even further. He takes a deep breath, letting the scent of your perfume fill his senses. “Mmm, you smell good,” he says as he gives your ass a quick squeeze.

“I’m wearing the perfume you got me,” you giggle.

“I wish you weren’t wearing anything at all,” he snuggles his head further into your cleavage, the tank top giving him perfect access to your mounds. You give him a harmless slap on his arm, telling him you want to finish this episode first. “We can still watch, I’ll just be doing my thing.” Before you can ask what thing, he tugs one strap of your shirt and bra down at the same time, swirling your nipple around his tongue. You can’t say you didn’t expect this, Johnny loves to have his mouth on you any way he can. Even during something as simple as watching anime, he can’t resist playing with your tits.

His eyes are paying attention to the TV but his tongue isn’t letting up on your breasts. He’s distracting you from the episode, tickling your sensitive nub. You squirm a little when he bites just hard enough to send pleasure through your body. You tug the other strap down, grabbing his face to bring it towards your neglected mound in a silent plea. He knows you love it, and who is he to say no? He gives the same treatment to your other nipple, watching you close your eyes as you get lost in the simple pleasure. So much for finishing the episode.

His hand pushes your knees apart, finding purchase in between your legs. He smirks against your skin when he feels the arousal on your panties, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His lips detach from your nipple, opting to nip and suck around your breasts. His hot lips trail up your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses to your sweet spots. When you feel like you can’t take it any more, you quickly straddle his hips, resting your hands on his chest. His hands glide over your thighs as you settle your core right over his bulge, moving your hips back and forth slightly.

"You can’t even be patient baby, I was just trying to make you feel good.” He gives you a particularly hard slap on your ass cheek, making your body jolt. He immediately soothes the area, loving the way you grind your hips harder into his. “I know something that will make me feel even better,” you fight back a smirk when you notice Johnny taking in your figure, watching your hips move desperately. He loves the sight of you on top, chest bare and littered with love marks. He lifts your hips slightly, pushing your panties to the side. He slides his fingers across your lips, coating his hand in your arousal. “Damn, didn't know you were this wet. All for me?” You bite your lip at the question, feeling embarrassed at his words. He holds your gaze as he slips two fingers in easily, pumping them in and out of you at a pace that just makes you crave more. He knows how to work your body, teasing you in ways you can’t say no to.

“Let’s go to my room,” he makes a move to get up but you push him back down by his shoulders. “No, right here,” you demand. He cocks an eyebrow at you for your tone, which makes you lean into his face, a breathy “please, I want you so bad” ghosting his ear. He groans as you press soft kisses to his neck, your hard nipples pressing into his chest. “What if Jaehyun comes home?”

“And what if he does?” Honestly, that wouldn’t be something you’re opposed to, core clenching slightly at the thought of it. He feels the shit eating grin on your face as your lips trail his skin, wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling your head up. You squeal, but the grip he has is deliciously painful. “You’re filthy,” but he knows deep down he wouldn’t mind either. Maybe something could be arranged. But right now, he just wants to ruin you.

“Get on your knees,” he lets your hair go, watching as you get into position like the good girl you are for him. He pulls his pants off and you’re met with his impressive length. Johnny gets comfortable on the couch, scooting down and spreading his legs so you can settle better in between them. Your hand reaches out to pump his length, slapping it against your tongue as your hand trails up his shirt, exposing more of his perfect skin. Your fingers feel for his abs as he watches you take him in your mouth. He’s too big for you to take all at once, but you try to take as much as you can. His lips are parted, eyes clouded over with lust at the sight of you with your mouth full of him.

His hands create a makeshift ponytail for you as you get his dick wet, making a mess just the way he likes it. He tells you to look at him as he stills your head, thrusting his hips into your mouth as you brace your hands on his thighs. He doesn’t stop until you’re gagging, tapping his thigh a few times as a signal. You pull away slightly to catch your breath, a trail of spit connecting your lips to his tip. He groans at the sight, tears in your eyes but the way you’re biting your lip tells him you loved every bit of it. He just can’t get enough of you.

“Come up here.” Johnny takes his shirt off as you stand up, grabbing your hips and placing you into position on your stomach over his thigh, your ass poking out of your skirt. His slides his hands slowly up the back of your legs, making you bite your lip in anticipation. “This is such a short skirt baby, you should wear it more often.” He flips your skirt over, grabbing a handful of your cheeks with his large hands. He appreciates the lace for tonight, but it’s in the way of what he really wants. You lift your hips for him to pull your panties down, tossing them aside. He spreads your thighs, sliding his fingers over your slit. You can’t keep your hips still, moving them around to feel more of his fingers. He lands a harsh slap to your ass, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. Johnny loves watching your ass jiggle, giving you a couple more spanks back to back. You cry out, the way it hurts is just too good. You get more and more turned on with each spank, core clenching around nothing, glistening with arousal.

When your ass turns red with handprints, Johnny kneads and massages your cheeks while sliding two fingers into your core at the same time, trying to distract you from the pain. God, he drives you so crazy. He pumps in and out of you so fast, your hips are moving on their own. The sound of your wetness on his fingers fills the room along with your moaning, music to his ears. He enjoys watching you lose yourself, but he stops once he sees you reaching to rub your clit. He pulls his fingers out, telling you to sit up. You do without second thought, eager for him to have his way with you. Your back is to his chest and Johnny has his hand in your hair again, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder. He slips his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on him and licking his fingers clean. He loves how innocent you look when you’re doing such sinful things.

He lines himself up with your core but doesn’t slide in. You whimper slightly, hands running up and down his thighs, waiting for him to stop teasing. He lets go of your hair to grab your waist instead, studying your face, eyes pleading for him to do something. He leans down so close that your lips are touching, but he doesn’t kiss you. “You still want it?” He knows you do, he just loves to see you at his mercy. You nod eagerly, burning up with every second that passes by. “Then you’ll fucking get it.”

He inches his way in, leaving your mouth open at the stretch. He lets out a guttural moan, the feeling of your warm walls welcoming him is almost too much. You clench around him, knowing it feels good for him. His hands run up your chest, wrapping an arm around your front to keep you close as he fucks you. You love this angle because it makes you see stars, his dick reaching so deep in you. “Tell me how it feels princess,” you can barely hear his voice. All you can manage is a string of curses, which tells him all he needs to know.

“Look at you, can’t even talk. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He reaches down to rub circles over your clit, sending you into overdrive. His tip hits that sweet spot with every thrust and his fingers send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. “Oh fuck, Johnny,” you moan wantonly, core clenching at how close you are. “Yeah baby, you love it, huh?”

“Yes, yes, I love it, I love it when you fuck me.”

At that moment, Johnny’s phone rings. “Oh shit, it’s Jaehyun.”

“Answer it, what if he needs something?” He reaches for his phone, slowing his thrusts down but still sliding deep in you.

“What’s up, bro?” Johnny asks.

“So I know you’re with Y/N right now, but my date bailed on me and I needed someone to talk to. Are you busy?” Johnny almost scoffs, he’s currently balls deep in you, of course he’s busy.

“Umm, give me like five minutes. Are you on the way back?” Johnny rubs your clit even faster, earning a drawn out moan from you. He shoots you a glare, but the cheeky smile you boast while biting your lips tells him you did it on purpose.

“I’m actually already back but I’m glad I didn’t walk in now.”

“Yeah, don’t. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” Johnny sets his phone down, bringing his attention back to you. His hips immediately pick up the pace again, back where he left off without missing a beat, making you scream his name over and over. He slides his hand up your front, grabbing your throat to cut off your airway just enough to make your mind hazy. He whispers praises in your ear, telling him how good your pussy is, how he loves when you moan his name, how he loves wrecking you like the slut you are. Before you know it, you cum with a loud cry, legs shaking underneath you. If it weren’t for Johnny’s grip on your neck, you’re sure you would have fallen over.

“Baby girl, I hope you don’t think that was it.” Johnny pushes you down, knocking the wind out of you. He lifts your hips up as you grab onto the couch, his hands resting beside your head. He pummels into you, chasing his own high and watching your ass bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping is so loud, you wonder if the neighbors can hear. You try to muffle your moans into the couch, not wanting to be too loud as he wrecks you. Johnny finds it increasingly hard to hold out any longer, especially once you tighten your walls around him, encouraging him to cum in you. A few more thrusts, and he fills you up, coating your walls with his cum. You really feel filthy now, dirty and used, both your arousals leaking down your thighs. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny didn’t hang up. And neither did Jaehyun.

[murphslass]

Alone Time Pt. 2

Summary: The reader and Negan spend the night together

Warning: plus sized reader, slight romance, fluff, dirty talk, swearing, praise kink, oral sex, bodily fluids, Negan being sweet but also dirty, smut, smut, SMUT

After agreeing to spend the night at Negan’s home he was so excited. You both agreed to wait until another day so there was no interruptions or distractions. A week soon passed and Negan had been frantically cleaning his home for you. He didn’t want his place messy. You however were still getting dressed and carefully selected your outfit. A loose black band tshirt, ripped faded jeans, and your favorite black boots. Not to mention the extra cute gray lace lingerie underneath.

Y/N: I’m on my way now :)

Negan: Can’t wait to see your sexy ass! xoxo

You giggled at his response and drove over to his home. Your nerves began building up and you reassured yourself that you’ll be just fine with Negan. He promised to go slow and take his time with you.

Upon arriving you were already squeezing your thighs as Negan dressed in a white tshirt and loose faded jeans. His smile showing his dimples against his salt and pepper beard.

“Well hello there babycakes. C’mon in.”

“Thank you. What’s our plan for tonight?”

“I was thinking of cooking up some grub, maybe a little movie, and whatever the fuck happens afterwards.”

You blushed as he gave your ass a light slap as you walked into the house. His eyes scanned down your smooth legs and back up to your blushing face.

“Stop staring.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”

He giggled as he stepped closer towards you. His arms bring you into a hug. You sighed and wrapped your arms onto his shoulders to feel his warmth.

“Isn’t this nice? I love having you here and especially since nobody can look at you.”

“Whatever. You know I only want you Negan.”

He smiled as looked down into your eyes, his face moving closer to your own to kiss your lips. His lips nice and soft as he held your face in his hands. You reached to hold his arm to keep balance as he grew rougher with his lips.

“Okay okay stop. I just got here.”

“You’re right, I’ll save that for later gorgeous.”

You laugh at his boldness and followed through with the plans. Having Negan cook an extremely delicious meal with nice wine to compliment the taste. Him letting you pick the movie for the evening as he held you on the couch. You laughed as he sneakily touched over your curves and constantly kissing your neck and cheek.

“Are you watching the movie?”

“Kind of, it’s not easy when your cute ass is next to me.”

You rolled your eyes and scooted into his chest more to get comfortable. He groaned into your ear and you realized you accidentally pushed your bottom into his spread out legs. His crotch now pressed onto your lower back.

“Sorry.”

“Trust me you’re just fine.”

The movie credits came onto the screen and you felt tense as Negan nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin and you felt goosebumps. He lightly pecked at your growing hot skin. Negan’s scruff scratching against you as his arms squeezed your waist.

“How about we move to the bed baby?”

“Okay, but can I shower first?”

“Sure babe. How about this you go in use my shower, I’ll leave out some clothes and clean up. I’ll be waiting for you gorgeous.”

You nodded and let him lead you into his bedroom. His room was decorated in dark colors and a faint color of crimson. His bed was huge and inviting as Negan dug into his dresser to bring out a large black v neck and a pair of sweatpants. You fiddled with your hands as you look at the room.

“There’s towels in the cabinet and just in case I bought a bottle of some fruity smelling shit for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But thank you.”

He smiled and left the room to do what you needed. After getting nice and clean in the beautiful shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt confident. The towel wrapped onto your body and you take a deep breath before stepping out. And of course Negan was laying in the center with sweatpants hanging low on his lips. You licked your lips and could see his happy trail adorned in dark hair.

“Take off that towel and let me take a good look at you Y/N.”

Hesistating for a second you decide to sit on the edge of the bed. Negan sat up and made his way toward you. Your body tenses as his lips make contact to your shoulder. You let out a nervous sound making Negan stop in his tracks.

“It’s okay honey. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We could just sleep for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna lead you on.”

“You won’t be. I promise. Here put this on and get under the covers with me.”

You agreed and slipped into the shirt he left out for you and slipped into the warm bed. Negan reaching to turn off the lamp on his nightstand as you scooted close to him. He gladly took you into arms as you soon became comfortable. He smiled down at you as he fingers played with your damp hair. You admire his silhouette as you ran your hand over his chest.

“Good night sweetheart.”

“Good night.”

You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Snuggled into his chest felt nice and his arms holding you close as he began to fall asleep. It was perfect. However, you woke up hours later to Negan spooning you. You looked faintly around the room to check the time and just grabbed your phone to see it was 4 am. You sighed quietly and moved back to Negan. You stare as he slept peacefully and you couldn’t help but lean to kiss his lips. He stirred slightly and cuddled into you. You felt his legs entangling into your own. You try to go back to sleep but fail as Negan’s thigh presses to your naked core. Letting out a gasp at the sudden pleasure, you quickly covered your mouth and made sure you didn’t wake him up. Staying still wasn’t an option as your body betrayed you in moving against his thigh again. The pressure felt nice and you couldn’t stop the moans escaping your lips. Growing into a nice pace with your movements and silenty hoping he wouldn’t wake up. But your mind was currently focused on how good you were making yourself feel.

“Mmm look at my dirty girl.”

You hear and immediately stop, nothing but panic rose into your body. You felt your face turning red as Negan brought a hand to the side of your neck. Negan tugging you closer to kiss your lips and keeping a hold on you. He let out a deep groan as he shifted to move you under his body. You held onto his broad shoulders as he began to claim your mouth. All confidence built up as you kissed him back.

“Oh..”

You breathed out as Negan brought his knee to grind between your thighs. This time your legs squeezing around him and having him growl in disapproval. He pulls away and you see his eyes turning dark with lust.

“Fuck. I want you so bad.”

He moaned as he moved to suck at your pulse, fidgeting under his touch you couldn’t help but whimper. You felt your shirt being lifted off your body and sat up to help him out. The urge to cover your body was strong but you didn’t try as Negan would probably try to pin your hands down. He smirked down at you and reached to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. The dim light shining over both your bodies.

“Could you please turn it off?”1

“Don’t be shy now, you were the one who started this by rubbing your cuteself on my leg. I wanna see all of you when I make sweet fucking love to you.”

“But-“

He brought a finger over your lips and let out a shush noise.

“Shh. Just relax and if you want me to stop then tell me.”

You nodded and let him continue on with his movements. His lips latching onto your neck and his cool hands going to cup your bare breasts. Gently massaging them and bringing a rough thumb going over your hard nipples. Your body arched into his touch and had him let out a light laugh against your skin. His face going back to yours to give you a breath stealing kiss. His tongue invading your mouth as he tastes all of you. You feel his calloused fingers running over your warm skin and going gradually lower. Your hand going to entangle into his datk hair as you grew distracted by his kiss. You whine as he abruptly pulled away from you.

“I wonder what your little pussy tastes like?”

“What!”

He just chuckles as he licks down your chest and carefully teases your nipples. You close your eyes tightly at how good his tongue felt and heard his heavy breathing. His hand descended to your dripping pussy and you quickly gripped his wrist.

“Don’t do that. Trust me this’ll feel better than my thigh. I’ll control where I touch you and you’ll love it.”

You moan as he slipped his fingers to play with your awaiting clit. He used small circles around you to have you moan into his kiss. He made you tremble as he began to tease your aching entrance.

“Tell me how badly you want it. Go on baby, tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you. I need it Negan. Please.”

His smirk going across his cheeks as he slipped his fingers into you. Your back arched off the bed as he moved into so well. You look to see him kissing down your stomach and going further so eagerly. One of arms hooking onto your thigh and the other pinning your hips down onto the mattress. Negan held you in place and stared into your eyes as he reached down to softly lick your clit. You stare in awe and moan loudly as he gradually sucked onto your clit. Your head fell back onto the pillows as he began to work your soaked core. His tongue moving down your slit and into your eager hole. The room echoed the sloppy noises he made while vigorously shaking his head in a zigzag motion to nuzzle further between your lips. You squirmed slightly and felt him growl as he pinned your hips down. Your hands go to hold onto his hair as you could feel yourself being brung to your orgasm. His eyes looking up to stare at your face. Seeing your head being tossed side to side made him feel pride and loved seeing you come undone. Your body shaked violently as brought you to your high. He pulled away and looked to your arousal stain his sheets. He smirked and ran his hand over his wet beard. Negan kissed your body and looked down at your flushed face, watching you catching your breath.

“Fuck yes, you look so good like this. Let’s see if I can work another one out of you.”

“You can’t. There’s no way.”

You say as he leans down toward you with an evil grin. You gasp as he flips you over a little too easily onto your stomach. He grinded against your exposed ass with his covered dick. You could feel how big he was through his sweats. You feel the bed shift as he removed his pants to teasingly grind against. You could feel how warm and big his cock was, it only made you anxious.

“Mm hell yeah, can’t wait to feel that sweet pussy squeeze around me. You ready?”

He brings himself down to whisper into your ear and kisses along the shell of your ear to await your answer.

“Yes. Please Negan. I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

“Good fuckin’ girl. Look at how wet you are, it’s practically drooling for me.”

He growls as he grabs on your hips to move up from the bed. You bit your lip and hold tightly onto the sheets as he runs his tip against your slick pussy. He moaned as he slowly entered you. You whimper as he fully stretched you onto him. Negan felt you tensing against him, he leaned forward and kissed your shoulder trying to urge you to relax.

“Try to relax. It won’t feel as good if you keep tightening up.”

He kissed your neck and brought his hand to massage your swollen clit. You mewl as he began to work his hips to thrust into you. He moaned against your ear and brought his fingers to slip into your mouth. You sucked lightly as he covered them in your arousal. You moan as you tasted yourself on his fingers.

“Shit. You’re such a good girl baby. Next time, I wanna feel those sweet lips around my cock. You think you can do that?”

“Mmm yes Negan.”

You moan as he begins to going faster and could feel all of him filling you to the brim. One of his hands going to massage your breasts and the other gripping your hip.

“Fucking fuckity fuck. You feel fucking fantastic gorgeous. Oh shit, I love this pussy.”

He moaned and rested his forehead onto your shoulder. His thrust growing harder as you moaned out his name. Negan looked down as your fingers gripped his sheets and moved to hold your hand with a tight grip. You move your hips with his to meet his thrusts, another orgasm creeping in the depths of your stomach. Negan going from soft kisses to small bites on your shoulder making you feel shaking in your legs.

“Fuck Negan. I’m gonna come. Oh yes Negan don’t stop.”

“Oh fuckin shit. That’s it come for me again baby. Let me feel your pussy clench onto me.”

You try bury your face into the sheets as you cry out Negan’s name when you come for him again. But he brings his hand to grip your jaw and pulls your head up to turn your face towards his. He kisses cheek as a little reward when he releases himself in you. You feel exhausted when he pulls out of you and looks down to see his cum slowly drip out of you down your inner thigh.

“You look fucking good like this, we should do this way more often so I can see you turn into a pretty mess.”

Your body lay flat against the bed as he gets up to grab a rag to clean you both up. He smiles as he reaches to help you move onto your back. Negan goes to gently clean you out with the rag and kisses your forehead. Your eyes heavy lidded and a weak smile as he treats you with such care.

“You did such a good job beautiful. Did you like it?”

“Mmhmm, thank you Negan.”

He chuckled at you as he gently strokes your hair. Negan moves to throw the rag into the laundry bin and brings you into his hold. You shiver slightly at the loss of covers and he quickly covers you with his soft comforter.

“Sorry. Hate to see my baby getting cold.”

“It’s fine.”

You say as you cuddle into his bare chest. You feel his arms wrap around you. He falls asleep quickly and you look up at his handsome face. You soon follow behind him and drift off to lucid dreaming.

JDM TAGLIST:

@ffakc @negans-attagirl @jonasdean02 @eddiesgirl @littlebadgirly @cosmilla @iluvneganandjamie @little-bad-girly @ohyoubetterbejokin @bratty-dolly @jdmsgal

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

could you please do a dating mason mount would include

Dating Mason Mount would include:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ mentions of smut　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

him giving you so many kisses

getting a forehead kiss as a greeting

kissing your cheek as he tells you good night

a good luck kiss before every game

full make out session after games

sitting on his lap all the time

his arms wrapped around your middle, face leaning against your shoulder as he presses a few kisses to your skin

him being overly exited to take you to places you haven’t been before

getting you tickets to away games and booking a hotel for the day after

so you can go and explore the city

bonus if he can go with you

mindlessly running your hand through his hair

he will spoil you with lingerie and clothes

knowing that he will get his own little fashion show afterwards

always hyping him up

“you look handsome”

him getting distracted by staring at you

getting jealous a lot

his cologne being your favorite scent ever

always having your head in the crook of his neck when you cuddle or hug

just to smell him

him being shirtless a lot

much to you advantage

him always letting you steal borrow his hoodies and shirts

he loves to get them back and they smell like you

him whispering sweet nothings into your ear whenever possible

“you look adorable right now”

“i love u princess”

sometimes they were inappropriate but they made you smile nonetheless

“your outfit makes me wanna to things you can’t even think of babe”

“you are so hot god damn it”

massaging him after hard days

him letting out sexy noises

getting you all worked up hearing him

him wanting to cuddle after bad games

“just come lay with me, please”

[missymurphy1985]

The Massage (Cillian Murphy One Shot)

Request? Yep!

Warning - SMUT!!!

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"He was such an asshole!! Barking orders at me like I'm his fucking SLAVE!!" You cried, flopping onto Cillian's sofa dramatically. He came through from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring you a glass and sitting next to you on the sofa.

You quickly sunk the first glass without stopping, making Cillian nearly choke on his first sip. You'd left the pub fifteen minutes earlier, already well on your way to incoherent.

"Fucking hell y/n, you'll need carrying home at this rate!"

"I don't care. This week can go to hell! First I end up on the WORST blind date of my life, no thanks to YOU and your god awful taste in men - "

"Hey now, first off I don't have a 'taste in men', and secondly I thought you'd be a good match!"

"He had to be escorted out of the restaurant after threatening to have the waiter beaten up for overcooking his steak, Cillian."

"Yeah... Okay fair comment and my bad..."

"I'm staying single FOREVER. Then my new boss decides that I like doing the work of THREE people, including him, and working through my lunch breaks, just so he can reap the credit for the whole fucking thing!! My feet are agony!!"

"I told you to come work for me, didn't I? I need someone to manage my appointments and affairs, you'd be perfect at it!"

"I don't mix business with friendship Cillian, you know that." Another glass of wine, very quickly taking a gulp from it. The alcohol hitting your empty stomach and the drunk feeling it came with feeling utterly blissful after the hellish week you'd had.

Without speaking, he lifted your feet onto his legs and took your heels off, resting his hands on your ankles.

"All done now - time to relax, although you seem pretty relaxed right now!" He squeezed your ankles gently, emitting a groan from you.

"Fuck... Do that again, please?" You asked, as he raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I've been on my feet for hours running round after that stuck up prick..." You wiggled your aching feet in his lap and he chuckled, taking your left foot in his hands and massaging it softly, easing the tension in you instantly.

Your right foot rested on his thigh as he worked magic on your heel and toes of the left one. You moved to lie against the arm of the sofa, relaxing into the large cushions with your refilled wine in one hand. The other resting on your stomach.

"That... Feels... Amazing...." You sighed as he got to work a little harder on the balls of your feet.

"You leaving any of that wine for me or shall I grab another bottle?" He laughed, glancing at the near empty bottle on the coffee table.

"Don't even think about moving Cill," you glared. Closing your eyes again, you couldn't help but let out a deep groan as his hands massaged you perfectly. You didn't notice him clearing his throat and shifting his body underneath your left leg.

"Feels so good... Don't stop..." You couldn't hear his breathing becoming shallow. Your eyes closed, you didn't see him biting his lip and looking up to the ceiling trying to distract himself. You suddenly switched your feet, your right one coming up to meet his hands and tried to bring your left one down to his lap but he held them both in place, trying to massage them both at the same time.

"Cill, one at a time is so much better.." you rolled your eyes watching him try and massage both and stifled a giggle when he dropped your left foot into his lap.

"Ah... Fuck..." He gasped, jumping slightly. You gasped too when you realised what your left foot had landed on.

"Cillian?" Your eyes widened as he moved your feet and oulled a cushion over his lap, holding his eyes closed with his fingers.

"Fuck sake... I'm sorry okay, it's just.. it's been a while and you were making those noises and... Fucking hell..." You bit your lip as you considered your options.

Yes, he was your best friend.

Yes, you'd been his best friend since his early days in theatre.

Yes, he was impossibly attractive.

Yes, you wanted to fuck him.

Deal done.

You moved quickly, pushing the cushion off his lap and kneeling next to him, your face inches away from his and your eyes locked together.

"I can help you with that, if you like?" You smiled, running a hand over the significant bulge in his trousers. He pulled your hand away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, do you?"

"Why not?"

"You're drunk, for a start!"

"Come on Cillian, it's just a friend helping a friend in need, yeah? And you're clearly in need..." You returned your hand to his erection and squeezed it through the fabric making him hiss.

"Friends aren't supposed to..."

"Aren't supposed to, what?" Your lips at his ear as you pulled the button and zip down on his trousers, his hips as you pulled them down to just above his bent knees.

"Turn each other on..."

"Well you've been turning me on for years Cillian." Grasping his thick cock in your hand, squeezing the tip and the base gently, he groaned, closing his eyes and giving in to the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. His right arm hung over your shoulders, his left hand on top of your on his hardness, guiding you to what he needed.

"So you like it being squeezed, do you?" You whispered. He nodded, his eyes watching your hand move on its own now, his mouth open, breathing heavily.

It wasn't long before his orgasm built - your hand clamped around him sending him soaring to the edge. You pumped your hand quicker, squeezed tighter.

"That's it... Fuck that's exactly it... Holy shit y/n...." His words coming out in gasps, his hips thrusting up into your hand as he gripped your hair, pulling your head back and latching onto your lips with his own. You pulled away.

"Don't hide those moans from me, I wanna hear them all..." You smiled, pumping him harder and faster, milking him as he groaned, and the first few spurts left his cock, his body jerking as he came over his stomach and your hand.

You slowed your movements as he came down from his high, his head resting back on the sofa. You felt a sudden gurgle in the pit of your stomach, and before he had time to react you ran to the bathroom - the alcoholic contents of the evenings beverages violently leaving your body into Cillian's downstairs toilet.

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You woke the next morning in his spare room - your head was pounding. You made a silent vow, promising to all that was holy that you would never touch another cocktail, glass of wine, or spirit ever again. The night before was hazy - you remembered stumbling into Cillian's Dublin townhouse with a bottle of wine... And that was it.

The smell of bacon downstairs lured you, and you slowly edged out of bed, throwing on the dressing gown you always kept at his house and headed downstairs. A coffee, paracetamol and pint of water waited for you on the kitchen table, followed by a bacon sandwich.

"You passed out in the toilet - I cleaned you up as best I could but you were, erm, yeah you were a mess y/n. Showering you wasn't easy." He chuckled, before taking a sip of his coffee and eyeing you weirdly.

"Thanks for this Cill... I'm so sorry about last night..."

"Don't be, it's fine - we can just put it behind us yeah?" He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked to the floor.

"It's not like it's the first time it's happened Cill?"

"Well I certainly don't remember it happening before y/n?"

"You're kidding me, right? It happened three weeks ago!"

"I think I'd remember my best friend giving me a handjob three weeks ago y/n?"

Your eyes widened - what the fuck did he just say? He caught your expression and his mouth dropped.

"Fuck... You don't remember do you..." He asked. You scrunched your eyes closed, trying to think back to the night before... The memory was cloudy... But...

"Oh my god.... Oh Cillian... Shit... I'm sorry!!!" You stood up, your hangover however getting the better of you and you quickly sat back down. You could see the cogs turning in Cillian's mind, almost like he was having some kind of internal debate with himself.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"Bits of it..." He moved closer, leaning on the table next to you.

"Drunken rambling? Or did you mean it?" You looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was talking about and looking to the floor, your cheeks changing from grey to a deep crimson. He nodded, and lifted you up slowly to stand in front of him.

"I know an incredible hangover cure, if you need one. Just call it one friend helping another... In need. Yeah?" He smirked, his hands on your waist pulling you into the hallway and up the stairs.

"Cillian..."

"Shh... Just trust me..." He opened his bedroom door and walked you over to the bed. Backing you up til your knees hit it, he untied your dressing gown and threw it aside, his eyes admiring your now naked body.

"You put me to bed with no clothes on..."

"I had to wrestle you in the shower washing your fucking hair y/n, I'd lost the will to live at that point," he smiled, pushing you onto the bed and opening your legs.

"Cillian what are you doing?" Your mind was whirring at 100miles per hour.

"I'm about to make you scream my name while my tongue is pressed against your clit, my fingers are going to push you over the edge, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight." You mouth hung open at his deadpan statement and before you had time to react his mouth went to work - no build up, no foreplay, straight onto your clit making you cry out from the shock and extreme pleasure coursing through your body.

The man had skills - his tongue rolled your clit around, sucking and occasionally nibbling at it, as he pushed a finger inside you, immediately finding that small bundle of nerves and pressing against it.

"Fuck!! Shit... Cillian there... God don't stop... Please!" You felt him chuckle against your core, his eyes looking up at your arched body through his long eyelashes. You were gripping the bed sheets for dear life, his tongue ripping sensations from you that you'd never experienced before.

His mouth never left your core once, you found yourself writhing against him like a woman possessed.

"You taste incredible... You gonna cum for me, riding my face like that?" He returned to his work, eating at you like you were his last meal.

"Cillian... Fuck I'm coming... Oh god yes..." Your back arched again as you came over his tongue, his fingers fucking your g spot hard and fast, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible. His fingers removed briefly as he pulled his clothes off, you heard a drawer slide open, and a foil packet being ripped. Before you had time to refocus, you felt him enter you, your legs being lifted up to your sides as he rested his body on top of yours, starting a slow rhythm thrusting into you.

"So fucking tight y/n... So fucking good...." Your legs wrapped around his waist as he eased in and out, his forehead resting on top of yours as your eyes locked together. You could lose yourself in those eyes. Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. Your lips molding together, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, both of your groaning against each other as his thrusts picked up in speed and force.

"Rail me into this bed, Cillian...." You groaned. He raised his body off you and lifted your hips, his knees underneath them giving you leverage. Your legs raised in the air, held in place by his arms as he pounded into you, the angle catching your still sensitive spot deep inside with expert precision.

"Y/n... I need you to cum..." He panted, your hand quickly moving to your clit where you massaged it hard, desperate for another release.

His facial expressions as he fucked you were perfection - the way his eyes scrunched closed... The silent O of his mouth hanging open, the breathy pants and moans coming from him... You came hard and quickly over him, your legs shaking from the new force he fucked you with.

"Gonna cum... Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Three hard thrusts into you and he shot his load into the condom, releasing your legs and falling onto you, both of you panting from the exertion.

He pulled out slowly, discarding the condom, and pulled you under the duvet with him, holding you close under his arm. You wrapped your body as close as you could to his, your legs tangled together.

"Explain something to me y/n..." He asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Mhmm..." You sighed, snuggled into his chest as you eyelids grew heavier.

"Why's it taken us so long to do this, huh?"

"I have no idea... But we ARE doing it again, right?"

"Every day for the rest of our fucking lives baby." He linked his hand in yours as you both drifted off into a deep sleep, both of you knowing this was only the beginning for you both.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Oberyn Martel smut please 🙏 (you know my limits)

🌙Gotta love prompt lists :))

Warnings: unprotected sex (this is fantasy land, not a good example), voyeurism?, creampie, a hint of a breeding kink, P in V sex :))

[11:48] "Sunflower?" Your lover, Oberyn, calls out to you as he's greeted by the warmth of the harsh sunlight and not of your body beside his.

"Good morning, my prince." You greet him in a warm, sultry tone, your voice buzzing through his veins like sweet dornish wine. You lean against the wall next to the door, having just stepped in, which was probably what awoke him.

Oberyn turns towards you, tangled in colorful silk sheets, still squinting against light, before his brows relax as his eyes land in you.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” His voice is deep and raspy while his eyes open wider to take more of you in. Your beautiful body, draped in a fine, flowy shirt, so long it should really be called a dress, open to reveal some loose pants. All in warm shades of yellow and orange and with sun details. No jewelry. You seem to have gotten up in a rush. But what a sight you are.

"Good morning to you too.” You chuckle, cheeks heated under his intense stare that sweeps over you, committing every detail to memory while you do the same to him. Silk sheets pooled around his waist as he sits against his hands, miles of tan skin on display beneath the golden light of morning. And what a sight he is.

A smirk curves your lips as push off the wall and start walking towards the Prince of Dorne. Your hands play with the shirt's edges teasingly, seemingly deep in thought.

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” One dark brow raises as words wrapped in honey leave your lips slowly, one knee on the bed as you look down at where he sits.

Warm fingers slip beneath the shirt's opening, brushing against your skin as he smirks, greatly amused by your brazen attitude.

Oberyn always did prefer the not so timid ones.

"Take it off. Slowly.” His eyes remain glued to yours as you begin undoing the buttons, revealing more and more skin, slowly, just like he asked.

The light fabric slides off your shoulders like water, falling to the floor like waves to reveal you bare underneath. Oberyn's eyes immediately zero in on all the newly freed skin unabashedly, drinking you in like a man parched. And hungry, by the look in his eyes.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

"Good thing I'm the only one you have to focus on, right now." Your hands move to his shoulders as you lean forward until your breath brushes his lips. The Prince's hands moved around to your back, stroking your skin as his eyes bore into yours, never straying, even as yours did towards his lips.

Your beloved Prince is a patient man when it comes to love. So it's no surprise that you gave in before he did, pressing your lips hard against his.

Oberyn's hands pull you down onto the bed before he places his naked body over your yours, never once parting from your lips.

He takes the pants off of your body too, raising an eyebrow at the bareness beneath, before his lips descend upon your neck, leaving kisses and nips as he makes his way down.

"You see that mirror over there?" He asks, pointing towards a corner blindly as he refuses to let up on the marks he leaves on your skin. You spot what he was referring to and tell him so, rather quickly.

It's new, shiny and surrounded in gold leaf details like most things in the room. It mirrors their opulence as well as the abundant sunlight that enters he space. You nod at his question, still admiring the fine piece of decor.

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Oberyn Martell is nothing if not a creative lover.

You bite your lip at the image his words paint in your mind, so vivid and filthy.

Such is a poet's power.

"Come on." He says with a tap to your leg, sitting at the edge of the bed and waving you over with the soft wave of a hand. You sit between his spread legs, body limp over his as his hands immediately start exploring your body shamelessly. They grasp your breasts as his nose finds the side of your neck, taking in your familiar, comforting, scent.

His hands press you back to his chest as they wander down to your thighs, parting them until they're placed over his.

"Look at yourself, petal. I want you to see the beauty that I see. Even as I ruin you." He whispers directly into your ear as he digs his nails into your thighs, before one moves to hold your chin, turning it towards the mirror to ensure you’re looking in the right direction. Your eyes lock with his first, brown and filled to the brim with lust as they run over your skin, before they find your own and fuck.

You look like a mess already.

Bitten, spit-slick lips along with dark red cheeks and hazy eyes. Your chest rose and fell as Oberyn stares you down while massaging your thighs.

"My beautiful sunflower." He whispers sweetly, kissing beneath your ear as his fingers moved to your center. "My sun." You breathe back with a sign, turning your head to kiss your lover, unaware of his movements as his long fingers inch closer and closer to your core.

You jump as they make contact, hands flying to grip his arm in surprise as your noises are muffled by the prince's incessant lips. He teasingly brushes his fingers through your folds, only lightly nudging your clit on the way up and making your breathing stutter.

"Oberyn, please." You groan, looking into his eyes through the mirror and feeling his cock twitch against your back as you do.

"When you ask so nicely..." He trails off teasingly, winking at you in the mirror, before he slips one finger inside you, his other hand against your sternum as your back arches at the feeling of his finger so fucking deep already.

And then he fucking curls it, right against that spot that nearly makes your hips rise right off the bed. "Oh, already?" The damn tease asks, smirking beside your cheek as he knows the answer already.

"Your accuracy-- ugh, grows sharper everyday." You struggle to keep a steady tone but it falters and leaves you panting when the hand on your sternum drifts to join the other, right over you clit. "M-My sun."

His chest fills with pride at your praise. His ego needed no more stroking but, you just loved him too much not to tell him the truth of your feelings at any moment. This raw honestly is the base of your love, after all.

He inserts another finger in, as a reward of sorts, sucking dark marks onto your neck as you whimper while he stretches you.

As you breathe in deeply, attempting to get more air into your lungs to make up for all that you're losing with your pleasured gasping and panting, you smell something sweet and something spicy, no doubt from Oberyn's beloved candles. You remember calling him a mad man for having so many in a room filled with beautiful curtains and tapestries.

But his particular scent is overpowering, leather, the sea and something stronger that you can't identify. But it's him. And it smells warm and free.

"Come on, petal, eyes up." He reminds you gently as your eyes had fallen closed sometime during your reminiscing, briefly inserting another finger inside you. Before he pulled out, deeming you ready and himself impatient.

For all his patience, Oberyn Martell's blood runs hot with intense emotions only. And in this moment, he feels drunk on lust. He doesn't feel like waiting any longer.

"On your hands and knees." He orders, no nicknames, no sweetness, just pure need and a fading patience.

You do as he asks, arching your back to tempt him further and receiving a light smack to your behind as a warning.

He spreads your legs further until he's satisfied, lining his cock up with your soaking entrance. "Ready, sunflower?" It warms your heart that despite his fervent need to fuck you, he still asks if you're ready. You respond breathlessly with a 'yes'.

As his cock enters you, your breath leaves you along with any coherent thoughts. Even after so long, you're still caught off guard by him for the first few moments.

He nearly presses against your cervix once his hips meet your ass and the feeling makes your arms too weak to hold you up.

Your shoulders go down, and it feels as if he's moved even deeper if possible and it's giving your brain a hard time, mouth unable to close as drool escapes it.

"Oberyn! My love..." You moan and whimper as he starts thrusting, speed building until he's moving as fast as he does on the battlefield.

His hand settles over your throat, using it to pull you against his tan chest and to angle your face towards the mirror. "Look at yourself, my sunflower. See the beauty I get to see everytime I pleasure you." His voice was harsh, accent stronger than ever as he speaks, two skilled fingers moving over your clit quickly, urging you to show yourself the face he likes to tell you about after your passionate endeavors. He tells you it's the most beautiful sight he's ever been blessed with, and just seeing is enough to get him to the edge.

Perhaps it is simply a poet's flattery. But it's nice to hear nonetheless.

And now, you'll get to see it, if you can keep your eyes from rolling back, that is.

You try to call out your lover's name in between gasps and whimpers, but fail as his hips seem to speed up even more.

"Let yourself go, my love. And don't look away."

Your release consumes you, cum dripping down your thighs as Oberyn continues his movements mercilessly despite your trembling legs. Your hands grip his hair tightly, making him groan right into your ear as your cunt flutters around his cock.

"Oberyn, please-- fill me up, my prince, please." You babble out desperately as overstimulation begins to set in, making your vision blurry with tears and your whimpers even more high pitched.

"Fill you up, my petal? Oh, I can only imagine how beautiful you'd look swollen from my seed." He moans from deep within his chest, rumbling against your back as he drives himself crazy with his own words alone.

A few more thrusts and he spilt his cum inside you with moan that left you wet and wanting more all over again, before he placed a gentle kiss on your hair as he brushes it out of your face.

"You see it now, my sunflower? The gorgeous faces you make? Should get them painted, immortalized, no?"

Maybe it wasn't simply a poet's flattery.

[movedyourchair505]

Chiaro di luna

More honeymoon smut x

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“Fookin'ell... this heat...” He took a final drag from his cigarette, the light of it a fiery contrast in the darkness before he flicked it to the ground, crushing it with the bottom of his shoe while he blew the smoke to the side, his hand searching for Jade's again.

She intertwined her fingers instantly with his, already walking closer to his side again. She could still feel a remaining tingle of the whisky they'd had with dinner on her tongue, a pleasant sense of lightheadedness on her mind. As they slowly left the intensity of cigarette smoke behind, she was enshrouded in the cloud of his cologne's spice again, as well as a hint of the rich coconut and hibiscus sun cream she'd convinced him to wear earlier, had massaged into his arms before exiting the hotel. She leaned her head against his shoulder, steadier now on her bare feet in the warm sand. “What did you expect, Alexander?” she hummed.

He chuckled, eased when her other hand wrapped around his bicep and she shifted closer to his side, could smell the rose of her hair. A remark about how close she was halted on the tip of his tongue and he changed his mind, couldn't deny how much he loved her hands on him, her open eagerness to display her devotion to him. “Tha' whiskeh were gorgeous, eh?” He licked his lips. “And them syrup pastrehs?”

Jade laughed quietly at his excitement, shifting to reach his bare skin under his short sleeve of his shirt, pressing a kiss to the flower-embellished cross tattoo. “They were lovely,” she agreed. She adored the way he was finally relaxing, though it had taken a few days for him to fully settle into a temporary routine of no responsibilities. In the distance, she heard the occasional shuffle, though other than that felt like she was really alone with him, not just without Helders following to ensure their safety, but on the entirety of the dark beach, maybe even all of Athens. “You should add them to the Venere menu.”

Alexander hummed in contemplation, turning his head to shift closer to hers. “Would yeh like tha'?”

The instant urge to fulfil something she could possibly want had her press closer to his side almost automatically. “I would. And so would you. I know it.”

“Ah, guilteh,” he chuckled. “I'll 'ave t'remember tha', doll.” He leaned absently to press a kiss to the top of her head, growing increasingly aware of the sticky feeling were their palms were pressed together. He felt even where the late night breeze danced over his skin occasionally, there was a thin layer of sweat, occasional droplets from his hairline. “Fookin'ell...”

Jade sighed. “What?” she asked, worried momentarily that something would disturb the peace that had settled on his mind all day, the pleasant awareness that he was finally allowing himself to enjoy himself as much as he wanted her to.

“So fookin' warm...” he complained. “'s the middle of the night...”

“Baby...” She lifted her head from his bicep, without her heels he held in his other hand not quite reaching his shoulder. Her eyes wandered to the water, the ocean rushing mere metres away from them, the moonlight reflective on the surface. “I mean...”

The suggestive tone in her voice made him turn to her, though found himself quickly distracted by the way the glow of the moon illuminated her face, highlighted the smoothness of her skin, the sparkle of her eyes. “Yes, doll?”

She smiled, turning to meet his gaze fearlessly. “We could always go for a swim, Alexander.”

She was met with a slow blink, his nose twitching. “Can't be gettin' this ensemble wet,” he said decisively, shaking his head as he gestured vaguely to his baby blue linen suit. “No way.”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Not what I was suggesting.”

He pursed his lips as she continued to hold his gaze. “Y'kno' yeh can get meh naked back at the 'otel, Jade...” He swallowed. “Dun't wanna get wet in general...”

“You're already sweating,” she sighed in disbelief. “You've been complaining about the heat, you refused to get in the water this morning...” She shook her head. “Nobody's here.”

His eyes widened when she let go of his hand to step back and move slowly towards the water, walking backwards, the straps of her dress moved off her shoulders to shimmy out of the flimsy plum-coloured dress, within the blink of his eyes it was at her feet and she stood completely naked in front of him, in front of the ocean, drawing the tie from her hair, the triumphant smile on her face irresistible.

“It's up to you.”

Alexander pressed his lips together, motionless as he watched her turn slowly, the curve of her ass, the way she swayed until she was too far away in the darkness to see and when he followed a few steps, the water was concealing his view. “Jade...”

“Come on,” coaxed her voice, then only gentle rapture in the water audible before a sigh of relief floated to him from the dark, almost like a moan that triggered a different image in his head entirely.

Before he knew, he'd dropped her shoes, his fingers were unbuttoning the remaining buttons of his shirt, he shrugged out of it, then discarded of his trousers, had stepped out of his shoes and was following her blindly with need. “C'mere,” he demanded.

The squeal of delight he elicited from her when she realised he was right behind her made his decision instantly worth it and before he could reach out his hands, she was there, her hands slowly moving up his arms before she'd cupped his face and pulled him down in a sinfully consuming kiss, the moan that fell from his lips too instinctive to suppress, his self-control faltering as she pressed herself close and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest, her scent everywhere.

She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers wound into his hair and though she was already stood right there, his skin warm against hers, the water pleasantly cool around them, she knew she truly had him when he relaxed into her palm, his fingers closing around the side of her neck, angling her head to kiss her deeper, slowly taking control of her, his other hand squeezing her ass, drawing her in.

He could sense the way she submitted to him instantly as soon as he took control of her, the moment his fingertips wandered lower, her legs parted, it required more strength of him to hold her against him and she broke the kiss with a shaky gasp when he eased two fingers inside her without warning, humming with satisfaction at the way her body did exactly what he asked. “Yeh been this wet all evenin', Jade?”

He was speaking into her hair, her head now fallen against his chest, her hips in motion to meet his touch. She whined needily.

“Jade.”

His fingers filled her up with a simple shift of his wrist, had her tightening, gushing around him, the way she mewled against his skin beyond her control.

“Oh, 'ere's me good girl,” he drawled, his hand cupping the back of her head possessively to hold her against him, keep her in his arms, keep her close protectively. Her breath was shaky against his chest, the movement of his fingers eased by the water, he was desperate to have her shake against him, feel the power he had over her. “Starved yeh a bit today, eh?”

Her nails were digging into his back, her whimpers desperate. The way his fingers were curling inside her, stretching, demanding, she could hardly control her breathing. The depth of his voice had her without a doubt that begging him would do her no good.

“Ask meh teh let yeh cum, sweet'eart...”

Her moan came out strangled, completely at the mercy of his fingers that slowly closed around her throat, cutting her off the moment she wanted to follow his command.

“Jade,” he warned. “Do as yeh're told.”

Her body was tense, he held her on the very edge of oblivion, she knew that either he would choke her as soon as she'd try to speak again and push her over the edge against his warning, or he would allow her to beg only to deny her until he was satisfied.

“This wha' yeh wanted, eh?” he taunted as she remained quiet, his fingertips stroking over her throat. “Walk by the water, then get fooked a lil'...” His fingertips inside her were stroking at her sensitive walls, sore from that morning.

“A-Alexander,” she choked out, knew she had no choice but to play along.

His fingers tightened around her throat, for a split second while he spoke. “Si, cara mia?”

“Please...” She could barely hold on.

“Tha's better,” he hummed. “Tell meh wha' I want t'ear...”

“Please, am I allowed t-...” She was once again interrupted by a lazy squeeze of his fingers, could have composed herself and waited for his response had he not chosen to draw his fingers from her, dragging along her walls he'd left sore and unattended to all day after taking her in the shower that morning.

She shook in his arms and he held her, knew it was exactly the right thing to do to get her at her absolute weakest for him, could tell from the way she cried out in frustration that she was letting go with nothing filling her up and he could not wait to feel the gratitude she'd have once he would give her what she wanted, his own impatience and desperation fuelling him more than the punishment he knew she'd expect.

“I-I'm sorry,” she cried into his chest. “I tried...”

He angled her head back slightly, leaning to look at her, the way her chest and cheeks were flushed, her lips pouting, pillowy. “I kno', doll,” he assured her, his hand pressed flat to the small of her back. “But y'kno' I luv playin' wif yeh.”

“I'll do anything you want, Alexander...” She was desperate for him to have mercy on her, the darkness in his gaze wild, drunk on lust.

He chuckled, his eyes locked on hers, the desperation in her gaze exactly what he'd hoped for. “I kno' yeh will, pupa...” He licked his lips, smoothing her hair back. “Me pretteh girl.”

She waited, hung on to his every word, ready to do whatever he asked.

“So obedient,” he sighed, pleased with himself and he gave a slow nod. “Turn 'round for meh 'n I'll take care of yeh, doll.”

She trusted him fully to hold her as she followed his command, turned around despite how weak her knees felt, reassured when his arm remained around her to steady her, tightened instantly to pull her against him, the other hand once again loosely cupping her throat, a demonstration of effortless power. Despite his promise, she was on edge, could not predict how he would make her pay for defying him. “I didn't mean t-...”

He pushed his fingers into her mouth before she could finish, her lips tight around him, her fingers wrapped around his forearm tightly. “I know, angel,” he rasped into her hair. “'s all good, joost be'ave for meh now...”

The way she relaxed into his arms instantly when she heard his reassurance weakened him almost beyond his control, her submission delicious. “Lift yehr hips a bit,” he demanded. “Can yeh do tha' for meh?” He was hard, throbbing against her, held her in place as she tried to angle herself weakly to line his tip up with her entrance. “Tha's it, doll...” His hand was between her thighs then, attempting to lift her, his own hips angled perfectly to fill her up with one swift movement.

Her moan was muffled by his fingers as her walls struggled to take him, but he demanded for her to take it all after depriving her before, her nails digging into his arm, her lips sucking greedily on his fingers.

“Shh, shh...” he warned, reveling in the way she squeezed him, squirming to adjust to him and he bucked his hips up again, her whimpers around his fingers uncontrollable. “Jade, I need yeh teh beh quiet for meh...”

Though his lips were against her neck, his chest pressed to her back, he knew exactly what her face looked like, her lips wrapped tightly around his fingers, her eyes teary, rolling back into her head. “Feel fookin' luvleh,” he told her. “Can't wait t'cum 'round me cock now, can yeh?”

His words were overwhelming her, the intensity of his voice so close to her ear, but he knew exactly what she needed, after making her let go around nothing, she was salivating at the thought of her sore walls squeezing around him, falling apart and letting go around him.

“Jade...”

She did her best to nod, her voice muffled by his fingers. “Mmm-y-yes...”

“Won't take mooch...”

He would be the end of her, teasing her out of her mind and she tried to speak again. “Mmf...mm-ple-...”

He chuckled darkly, drawing his fingers from her mouth, taking a hold of her chin instead. “Scusi?”

“Fuck me, please, Alexander...” she whispered. “Please.”

He hummed, pleased. “Wif pleasure, principessa.”

He allowed no slow building of the pace, once he'd taken a steady hold on her again, he lost control of himself instantly, fuelled by her lustful moans and desperate pleas to take her harder, faster, to ruin her as much as he liked, to do whatever he wanted and he couldn't get enough, adored the way she welcomed the way he took charge of her, wanted more and more as he fucked her mercilessly with them concealed by the water up to their chests, her hair shiny in the low glow of the moon, unaware of and indifferent to who would hear her cries of bliss and devotion.

Her heart sank when she felt him slow, hold her tighter, pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “N-No...” she whined, her voice weak. “Please...”

“I kno' yeh're close, doll...” he drawled. “I know... I joost want yeh teh fank meh when yeh let go...”

“I will,” she panted breathlessly. “I promise...”

He groaned as she rolled her hips back greedily into his. “Fookin'ell...” His muscles were tense, but he maintained his grip on her, made sure to hold her upright against him so she could relax into him and with another buck of his hips, he felt her walls trembling, shaking around him, twitching inside her to follow suit, filling her up as she cried out and fell apart in his arms.

“Thank you,” she choked out. “Thank you, Alexander...”

“Fook, Jade...” he groaned, the way she kept squeezing him overwhelming, sore and tight and exactly what he'd craved from her. “Fooook...”

Her breathing was heavy, he could feel her heart pounding, stroking his fingers through her hair as he held her safely so she could catch her breath, compose herself. “I've got yeh.”

Despite the heat that had risen in her body, the cool water was a welcome contrast, relaxing her as much as Alexander's reassurance, as well as the awareness that he would hold her, soothe her until she had gathered herself. “Thank you,” she whispered shakily.

His lips pressed absent kisses to her neck, her shoulder. “Yeh're vereh welcome, me darlin'.”

He remained as he was, held her with nothing but devotion, unshakable patience until she intertwined her fingers with his and attempted to turn around slowly, whimpering when he slipped out of her. His heart skipped a beat as she smiled back at him, looking up to him. “There sheh is,” he rasped softly, his hands on her hips.

She laughed, shaking her head at cheek in his gaze, the smugness despite his inability to keep a straight face. His unfiltered smile would never fail to draw her in and fall in love with him all over again.

“Shall weh go back teh the 'otel?” he asked softly.

“I'm not sure I can walk that whole way...” she confessed.

He chuckled, waving it off. “I'll carry yeh, principessa.”

[cheelduh]

How to bet your way into someone’s heart. (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Fake weed. Poor Signora smh. Oh yes, lots of swearing. UNEDITED ASF IM LAZY BYE.

Synopsis: Childe is being an infatuated idiot, Lisa has eyes for vending machine chocolate, and Kaeya is desperately in need of a pencil. With all these distractions, there’s no way in hell you’ll be able focus on the task at hand.

This is crack.

I don’t have time.

You think as you race down the hallway, shoes slapping against the floor as you expertly dodge multiple students in your way.

Bullet. You're as fast as a bullet, because everyone around you is a blur and you don't stop, can't stop, not until you meet your target.

It's funny how one can accomplish many challenges and feats they were unable to, merely due to pressure. Pressure is a twisted ugly thing that can gnaw its way into the pit of your stomach and grow like a parasite. Pressure is a parasite that can either bring the best in you, or the worst, but at the cost of one's peace of mind.

"Move it Signora!" You shouted a warning at the senior blocking your way. There wasn't any time for you slow down at that point, and you'd risk bumping into the breakfast club's stall if you swerved to the side, sending juice flying everywhere.

Signora's eyes widened momentarily, getting the gist albeit her anger, and choosing to back up flatly against the locker.

Her lipstick nearly slips from her fingers as you swerve past, a thick gust of wind in your wake.

It messes with the hair she woke up two hours early for.

Signora plots her revenge. You still don't have time.

You nearly kick the door to your home room down, but you can't risk the perfect image your teachers have of you. So you pat down your t-shirt, take five tempting deep breaths, and tentatively knock the door.

The door opens and you're met with a young man, familiar amber pupils welcoming you.

You try not to huff and puff at the cost of your stamina. Thinking back, there's no way in hell you could have physically been that fast.

"Good morning Y/N," Your homeroom teacher gives you a small smile, moving aside to let you in. "Class is just about to start."

You check your watch, then turn to him with an apologetic tone, trying not to crack under the eyes of your classmates. "I'm so sorry Mr.Zhongli, I slept through my alarm."

Your idiot ass forgot to set one because you studied till four in the morning.

"You're like thirty seconds late, cut the shit." Beidou boos from the back, causing your stance to stiffen.

"I don't wanna hear it Beidou. If anything, you're two periods earlier than usual." Ningguang calls her out for you, but you have a feeling it's more so on behalf of a personal vendetta.

Ignoring the two bickering, Mr.Zhongli gives you the handout. "Take a seat. Do not fret over such minuscule things dear."

Relief washes over you. Your impeccable attendance is not on the line.

Childe tries to flag you down next to him but you send him a pointed glare and sit next to Lisa instead.

"You should give him a chance you know." Lisa doesn't even have to open her eyes to know what's going on.

"Please," You scoff, digging through your bags to collect your notes. "As if I have the time to fool around with a shady kid like him."

Your friend sighs in disapproval, and makes no move to take out her own notes as Mr.Zhongli begins the lecture on the Archon war.

"You should really pay attention." It bothers you that she doesn't, but then again it's not your place to tell her what to do or not to do.

"I don't need to." She yawns, blinking an eye open towards you. "I have you after all."

"I'm tired of saving your ass." You groan and pull a pen out of your pocket to get started on the exercises as Mr.Zhongli talks in the background.

The course outline contained all the topic, and you made sure to teach yourself as much as you could before class to stay ahead.

Immersed in the worksheet, you blinked away your sleep and tried to answer as many questions as you could at the moment. You didn't hear the slight shift next to you, and the change of breathing, or the rate of which time went by.

A familiar scent makes its way into your nostrils.

"Lisa. Why do you smell like mango juul juice." You know the scent from when Signora blew a mango flavoured fog in your face yesterday at lunch when you said you were hungry.

A chuckle erupts and you freeze in place. "That's because I'm not Lisa."

You blink. Once, twice, and then crane your head to the side to meet a pair of teasing cerulean eyes.

Fingers loosening in shock, the pen drops on the desk with a short thud.

You whisk your head towards the front of the classroom, and Mr.Zhongli is nowhere to be seen.

"There's no saving you now." Childe's smirk widens, and he scoots closer to you. "Mr.Zhongli had to get something from the staff room. The staff room is near the cafeteria."

"Which is also near the merch stall." You grumbled, bringing both hands to massage your temples as a headache is beginning it's reign.

"Tsk tsk. Smart girl. I'd like to add that he's forgotten his wallet in his office as well, which is in the south wing."

"Son of a..." You mutter underneath your breath, and opt to scoot further back, but your efforts are futile because your desk is in a corner.

Your next beacon of hope is Lisa, so you scan the room full of chattering students, only to find her pestering her crush, Jean.

Shit...there's nothing getting you out of this one.

"What did it take?" Is your only question, the despair starting to brew. How much did it take for your best friend to betray you?

"A dollar and fifty for vending machine chocolate."

You take a moment to breathe, calming your nerves and burying down the urge to screech. "What will it take?"

"For what?" Childe replies back innocently, and you can't believe how fast he can change masks. You almost give in.

"For you to leave me alone."

"Aww come on girlie," He whines, closing in the distance. "Don't be so cold."

What did your mom tell you that one time? Oh yes. That if you were ever backed against a wall, then just break the damn thing down.

Too bad it's figurative. You're just about ready to sock him in the face if you didn't know he was into that sort of thing.

"I'm serious about you," He says, and it sounds so real, so genuine, nearly makes you sputter. "See? I've even bought school supplies.

He unzips his light backback and spills the contents on the table.

A lone piece of paper flies out, a lighter, and a mechanical pencil with no lead that follows straight after. There's also a pocket knife that you choose to ignore.

You're not the least bit surprised.

"First of all, how the fuck are you passing this class. Second, do you really think I'm into nerds?"

"Well, considering that you are a nerd—"

"You're making things worse."

"My bad, my bad." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But on a serious note. I'll do anything."

You cross your arms. "I'm not just another one of your conquests Childe. It's not like I have the time. There are better things to do."

"You need to relax." He says so simply, with complete disregard as to what you are trying to say.

"I am relaxed." You reply, picking up your pen to continue your work. If he's going to annoy you, then you might as well get shit done while he's at it.

You're not wasting any more time.

"When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?" His voice is soft, too soft, and it's not at all like the Childe you know.

Your pen stops momentarily, but you will yourself to continue writing. The words look fumbled, but you don't care. The best thing to do is get your work done and ignore the idiot next to you.

"C'mon, Zhongli won't be back for another half an hour at least. Let's go." He kicks the bottom of your chair to urge you.

The pen shakes in your hand, and you narrow your eyes at the paper, digging holes into poor question eight. "I'm trying to work here. Let me work." You'll say anything to get him off your back.

"Fine fine fine..." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop bothering you."

Your ears perk up at that, and you turn to him so fast he has to hold in his laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah," Childe nods along, bringing your hopes up. "If you win a bet, that is." And they're back to ocean level.

You roll your eyes. There's always a catch. That doesn't mean you're any less interested.

"What's the bet?" You ask curiously, all your focus now on him. Just as he longed for from the very start.

He flicks a thumb towards the door, leaning closer to whisper next to your ear. "We bet when Zhongli comes back."

"Are you kidding me?" You aren't bothered at all at the close proximity, mainly because you're too tired and only care about the freedom that will come with your win.

Childe, however, is a completely different story. His heart is beating a thousand times a second, but his face doesn't show it. Not one bit.

Kaeya leans in from the seat behind you two, interested in what's going on. "Ooooh secrets."

"Shut up Kaeya." Childe and you monotonously drone in sync, still having your little staring contest.

The captain of the skating team smiles, about to ask—

"No. We don't have an extra pencil. Even if we did we wouldn't give it to you." Childe finally breaks his gaze to scare off Kaeya.

Kaeya raises a smug brow, and leans back in his chair like the jerkwad he is. "Then don't let me keep you two love birds."

That's all it takes for him to earn Childe's unwavering respect and loyalty for as long as he lives.

After the two are done creating an elaborate handshake as a mark of their newfound friendship, you decide to just forget about the handout. It's not like you're getting anything done anyways.

"Anyways, back to the bet." Childe says, resting his cheek on his fist as he stares at you dreamily. You try not to break under his gaze.

"If I win, you have to go on a date with me."

"No way in hell—"

"Then I'll bother you for the rest of highschool."

Highschool is eternity. You don't want to live through an eternity of this.

"Fine." You answer, and for the first time he sees genuine fear in your face, it makes him waver slightly. Not enough for him to pity you.

"If I win..." You trail, thinking loud and clear as you ignore the excited chatter of your classmates. "I want you to pay attention to class."

"What?" He exclaims incredulously, blinking in disbelief. "I thought you'd get me to stop talking to you altogether."

"If you're paying attention in class, you don't bother me as much and your grades go up." You grin smartly, and oh archons it livens his entire day up, and it's only nine in the morning.

"You care about my grades?" Childe bites back a smile.

"Not at all." You lie, and quickly look away. Woah the floor tile looking trippy.

He decides it's better to get on with the bet without causing you any more distress. After all, you've given him such cute facial expressions today. He's feeling quite generous.

Pulling out his cracked-as-shit latest model phone, he unlocks it and tinkers with it a bit before turning the screen towards you.

"We'll be using this to time both of our predictions at the same time. Whoever has the closer time to when he finally swings by is the winner." The rules are simply put, no room for error.

You tilt your head in confusion. "Why am I seeing a slime review?"

"SHIT!" Childe fumbles with his phone, aggressively tapping on the screen. He lowers his head and voice as if he's been through fifty consecutive hits in the face. "It's uh, Teucer's account."

"Yeah...okay." Is all you can say.

"Ok what do you bet?" He changes the topic to unfuck the situation.

Putting a finger in your chin, you think for a minute, calculating the average of all the times Mr.Zhongli has left the classroom for a considerable amount of time.

"Fifteen minutes." You're sure of it. It's like clockwork every day.

"Hmm..." Childe crosses his arms, seemingly in deep thought. "Five minutes." He places his bet, and both timers start simultaneously.

Five minutes?! Is he serious?

You laugh inwardly. This challenge is in the bag.

The sense of victory you feel dulls when your ears pick up the echo of footsteps nearing the classroom.. Both your heads snap up to the doors.

There's something scary about Childe once his competitive side comes out. "Looks like I've won." He turns to you, eyes darkening evilly.

"What? There's no way in hell a ginger is right." Your palms are clammed up, eyebrows furrowed in panic. You calculated every single variable, how could this be?

You race to the front, Childe right on your tail as the entire class clamps up. The footsteps get louder, causing even whispers to become total silence.

Then it hits you. The shitty music about getting bitches and bars playing on the other side.

The door is swung open by Childe, and you're face to face with an idiot sophomore with a speaker in his pocket.

Childe’s grin is long gone, and you sigh in relief.

The false alarm encourages the class to return back to their idle chatter.

"Scaramouche?" Childe spits, narrowing his eyes at the unamused boy. "I thought it was Signora's shift today."

By "shift" he means being a complete dickwad and scamming fake weed to students in return for their souls. It only really works on the freshmen.

The only reason the club still runs is because Signora threatened the principal with some sus pictures she snapped of him and his assistant.

"Apparently she had an emergency." Scaramouche explains, lowering the volume on his outdated beats pill. "Something about a hair appointment because she got ran into by a, and I quote "lecherous imbecile.""

You steer clear of the conversation, finding the whiteboard far more fascinating and worth your while.

A loud cough is heard from behind the kid, and you're met with a crestfallen look on your beloved teacher's face.

You go through a whiplash of emotions, becoming completely numb towards your loss.

"They were out of slow cooked bamboo shoot soup." He sighs, handing a stack of papers to Childe, who is wearing the fattest smirk on his face at his victory. "Please hand these out to your classmates Childe, and we will begin shortly."

You check down at the timer despite knowing who’s won. Five minutes and twenty five seconds. Somehow, you don't feel as dejected as you thought you'd feel.

Maybe the date will be fun. Maybe Childe isn't so bad. Maybe...you do have time to indulge in these sort of things. If he’s so hell bent on getting your attention, perhaps it’s possible that you can make some room in your heart for him.

However, all those thoughts fly out the window when Childe hands you the new worksheet.

“I hope you're ready for our date tomorrow. We'll be sparring till sundown, and after you’ll be feeding me with chopsticks." He winks, and it makes your heart flip even though all you want right now is to go to the bathroom and barf your guts out.

Feelings are complicated.

You smile back at him nauseously, tight lipped and all, then you pull out your phone, go on maps, and search for the closest cliffs to jump off of.

After he's done, Childe slouches back in his original seat with a different kind of enthusiasm, and opens up his messages. He texts Zhongli a "thank you <3".

[sairavity]

karasuno boys with s/o on her period!

genre: tooth-rotting fluff 🥺

warnings: mentions of periods so if you don’t like it, scram!!!

characters: karasuno boys ;) daichi, suga, asahi, noya, tanaka, kags, hinata, tsukki, and yams

don’t mind me, just making some self-indulgent hcs with my faves cuz why not? very long, under the cut!

okay this may have turned into cuddling hcs LMAO

god i just wanna hug this man

i mean…JUST LOOK AT HIM

broad shoulders, tall af, big hands

you better believe he’s a good hugger

he’s very considerate of your feelings when you’re on your period

whenever you get cramps, he’s cuddling you against his chest with a hand on your stomach :)

he’s just so warm and smells so good, so you instantly melt in his touch

he lives for the moments when he can just lay down and cuddle you 💖

gets you whatever snacks you want :33

omg he’s such a dad…dy 👀

innocently rests hand on thigh

looks respectfully

he’s so pretty 😭

suga is very protective over you during this time

he makes sure you have everything you need: pads/tampons/cup, snacks, blankets

MOM MODE ACTIVATED

HE CAME PREPARED BITCH

his mom taught him everything he needs to know about a girl

PERFECT BOYFRIEND MATERIAL!!!

stop im crying

thank you mrs. sugawara 😭😭

suga will do anything you want

he doesn’t mind if you’re moody during your period

another good cuddler ☺️

his soft kisses make you blush HARD

compliments you like the beautiful person you are if you’re feeling insecure

take a look at him

WE BEEN KNEW THAT HE IS A GREAT HUGGER

he’s so hesitant to cuddle you on your period because you’re in pain

but eventually he relents because he can’t just leave you lying there in pain!!

you love his hugs though

they make you sleepy and it just feels so safe in asahi’s arms

so warm that you don’t even need a hot water bottle for the cramps :)

he doesn’t know much about those things but he kind of knows the basics

panics because he doesn’t know what kind of tampon/pad/cup you wear

asahi does write down everything you need or want and commits it to memory

he’s a soft, nervous boy, but he’s trying, y’all!!!

drinks his “respect women” juice

surprisingly, he knows how to take care of you on your period

actually, that’s not a surprise

i mean, how is gonna have an s/o if he can’t take care of you?

he’s whipped, your honor

noya’s gonna order your favorite food from your favorite restaurant

WHATEVER YOU WANT HE WILL GET IT FOR YOU!!!

if you want kisses, YOU GET KISSES

movie marathon? you got it!

cuddles? ABSOLUTELY! it doesn’t matter if you’re taller or shorter, noya will be the big spoon!

respectfully holds your titty when spooning

author: sobs…i want noya

another good boy who drinks his “respect women juice”

also knows how to take care of s/o on her period

i feel like his mom and saeko beat it into him LMAO

saeko adores you 💖

she brings over your favorite ice cream

girl will do your makeup for you and take you shopping

best big sis saeko

wait, WEONG TANAKA AUTHOR

he knows what kind of snacks and food you like!

cuddling material what can i say

tbh all of the boys would cuddle you if you asked-

he will literally wait for you to tell him what to do

it freaks you out a bit

“calm down, ryu, you don’t have to bow down to me…”

he will treat you like the goddess you are!

compliments turned to the MAX

very careful with you 😌

kisses you and cuddles the cramps away :)

he’s so GRRRRR

another boy who respectfully holds the titty

ugh i want him ples

SO AWKWARD BOY

ahhh pls he’s so innocent

he never had to deal much with periods, but he kinda knows how his sister could get during hers

thank you to kageyama miwa, 29, hair and makeup artist

kags got scared to death when he saw the blood stains

you had to comfort him when he shakily asked you if you were dying

he calms down eventually

he’s the type to ask you what size pussy you have 🙈

you ask for cuddles and best boy won’t hesitate

you lay his head in his lap while he strokes your hair

bro please i’m begging for hair strokes-

tsundere just blushes whenever you tell him he’s a softie

SHARES HIS MILK WITH YOU

please be patient with him

he’s so awkward as fucc

SUNSHINE BOYYYYYY

respects women OF COURSE

MRS HINATA TAUGHT HER SON RIGHT

so proud of him

he is so hyper around you

very observant of your body language

poor boy gets sad whenever he sees you doubling over in pain

whatever you want, you get it!

he’s so SOFT GRRR

back rubs? you bet

he loves to give you cute cheek kisses

hand kisses? 🥴

treats you like a princess! which is all the time :)

honestly his good mood distracts you from the cramps

he’ll put on a movie for you two to watch

you both fall asleep cuddling, with hinata’s arm over your waist

around you, tsukki is an asshole

but during that time of the month, he’s a softie for you

he learned his lesson whenever he accidentally teased you last time

you may or may not have burst into tears

he will give you one of his hoodies to wear so you can stay warm

tsukki pretends he’s annoyed by you, but you both know it’s just an act

he’ll drop whatever he is doing and help you with whatever you need

he even runs a nice warm bath for you

glares at you whenever you stretch out your arms at him

you roll your eyes when he does his little “tch, fine” and wraps his long arms around you

softly calls you shortie

you bury your face in his chest, sighing contently

you like laying on him like a cat

he’s glad you can’t see his blushing, smiling face right now

he honestly loves it when you do that

gives you a forehead kiss and plays with your hair

he’s got love in his eyes for you

author’s concern: where’s my tsukki

enjoy it while it lasts- 😭

soft boy

he’s so considerate

fuck i’m crying

this boy is so in love with you

he’s not bothered by your period

please guide him, he really wants to help you!!

he can’t feel the pain but it breaks his heart seeing you clutching your stomach

he has a blanket, snacks, water bottle, pads/tampons/cup, and tea ready for you

yams is so wholesome i can’t

he’ll give you a massage if you want :)

movie marathons are a thing

you both ugly cry during one scene

he likes giving forehead kisses as well

HAND KISSES TOO!!! so underrated

once again, he’s so in love with you

if you’re feeling insecure during this time, he’ll instantly give you compliments

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

YOUR EYES ARE SO GORGEOUS

your body is so pretty and yams is so whipped for you

makes you bawl harder

yamaguchi tadashi deserves the world

oh wait, HE HAS IT IN HIS ARMS

a/n: this is very self-indulgent-

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should i make a part 2 with the other boys?