#I know my man didn't talk or he would have been on his knees sucking and fucking

[ratindividual]

I fear this man still want that cookie so fucking bad (good for him)

[mossyivy]

how about a desperate almost ex-husband leon being extremely needy and trying to get his wife back not to divorce him

Anon, idk who you are but you better become a regular if these are the ideas you throw into my ask box. I took liberty in picking which Leon would best fit and I just... It's Vendetta. I'm sorry, wet street rat Leon just stinks of desperation and in need of attention.

Also I am so sorry this took ages to get to you. I've been on break and was going through it. Hopefully it was worth the wait 🤍

Slight NSFW/Alluding to Sex

Not edited/Proof Read

"Please baby, I miss you..." You listen to the last few garbled words from the old voicemail. You hadn't seen or heard from him in a month. No calls, texts, letters or even the occasional flowers or muffin basket he'd have delivered to your office.

You know you shouldn't miss him. The divorce was for a good reason. Or at least it was supposed to be. You still loved him, he still loved you, but his absence was getting to you. You knew who you were marrying, a government agent who wasn't home as often as he wanted to be. You were left to your own devices often. Left with friends. Friends who talked. Talked about how neglectful he seemed to be. You defended him with your life, knowing the good man he was and still is. They picked him apart in secret, threw his flaws out for display like some kind of rotting carcass you'd see on the side of the road.

But eventually they got into your head about deserving better. So, against all the arguing or begging on his end you asked for a divorce and filed. That was a few months ago. He's not even officially moved out of the apartment you two share yet but you're adamant on being separated.

He on the other hand is trying to hold on for as long as possible. At least you thought he was. He left for work over a month ago and you knew he was back. No state marshall or sheriff showed up to tell you he died.

Maybe he was trying to respect your distance and keep away finally. But then Jill sent you the E-vite...

One of the worst parts of divorcing Leon was you having the same friends. You were both civil. No one took anyone's side so you'd both be invited places, even after the separation. You take in a deep breath, knowing he'd definitely be at this dinner party. It was going to be a struggle but you're a big girl. You can handle anything.

Sucking it up, you step out of your car, fixing your dress in place as you look up at the condominium. Seeing the lights on the shared rooftop space gleaming against the dusk sky. It didn't take long for you to push the door open at the top of the stairs seeing everyone dressed in semi-formal attire. Long puffy sleeves swaying as you pull at the gold locket hanging above the sweetheart neckline. The end of you dress puffing out and brushing lightly against your opaque black pantyhose covered knees. Heels clicking against the concrete of the roof as someone calls out to you.

"Hey! Glad you could make it." Claire, one of the hosts, walks out a small group of people in her dark pink dress. She wraps you in a tight hug looking you up and down.

"Thanks for inviting me!" You look around the crowds of people trying to decipher who's here.

"Last time I saw him was with Chris like half an hour ago. He showed up early." Claire knew who you were looking for. You give her an appreciative nod and tell her you'll be doing your rounds to be polite.

After grabbing a glass of wine you start making your rounds. Feet starting to hurt from your heels, they always killed your ankles. Stepping to the side you bump into another guest and spill red wine on yourself. Turning you see Rebecca with her mouth open, shocked expression on her face, clutching the front of her green dress.

"I'm so sorry," she frantically steps over, examining the blotch of dark red on your dress, "Jill and Claire probably have soda water at their place. Why don't you go ask?"

You quickly find Claire, desperate to not let this stain stick.

"Just head down to the condo. Jill's down there babysitting dinner. It should be done soon actually." You nod, heading down to the condo quickly. Knocking on the door you hear loud footsteps coming towards the door. The door swings open, Chris looking down at you in his charcoal gray suit.

"Oh hey. You finally showed." You smirk, smacking his shoulder before going in for a tight hug. Squeezing you in his arms he lifts you, pulling you through the threshold of the condo. The door shuts as he walks towards the kitchen, setting you down in the doorway. Jill turning her head from the stove. Wearing a dark blue pantsuit.

"Hey!" Dropping the wooden spoon onto the stove she walks over, hugging you tightly. She looks down at your dress noticing the wine spot. "Oh God. It looks like you were shot."

"Red wine and Rebecca."

"Ah. Let me get you something for that."

Jill starts searching the cabinets as Chris leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest.

"How've you been with... Everything?" Chris grabs his beer off the counter, taking a leisurely sip. Watching Jill out of the corner of his eye.

"I can't complain."

"Yeah you can. You're getting a divorce. Can't be easy."

"Chris." Jill shoots him a nasty glare, standing up straight with a bottle of soda water and a cloth.

"What!? I can't be blunt with her now?" Jill sighs, sliding the stuff across the island to you, watching you grab them.

"You can use the guest bathroom. Our main one is being worked on. It's down the hall to the right. Dinners done so just head upstairs when you're ready."

"Thanks." You nod, walking past them both and down the hall and into the guest room. You don't flick the light on, walking through the moonlight cover room to the door and push your way in. Starting to work on the stain on your dress after. Blotting the wine out slowly, taking your time to draw it out. Working the wine out you look at yourself in the mirror.

Tired eyes covered by concealing makeup and a fake sense of happiness. You really haven't slept well in weeks, since the filing. It was weird going back home alone. A knock startles you out of your staring. You quickly access the damage, deeming your work satisfactory enough. Opening the door you're met with dark circles under icy blue eyes. Stubble surrounding plump rosy lips as he gasps.

Now face to face with your soon-to-be ex-husband.

"Hey..."

"Hey." You two stare at each other for a moment, no one knowing what to say exactly. So you start cleaning up and rinsing the rag.

"I'll be out of your way in a second."

"Take your time." He assures, putting a hand on your lower back as he passes you and steps to the towel cabinet, sliding one of the drawers open and looking for something. You continue to rinse the rag, watching him in your peripherals as he searches. Wearing his old dark blue suit and a white button up open enough to show off his collar bones.

The silence is so awkward you could feel your toes curling in your heels.

"You look good." He speaks looking at you, you shut the sink off looking in his direction with a small smile.

"Thank you." you look him up and down. Taking in the appearance of him being dressed up for once. You always liked him cleaned up. "You look like a nightclub owner."

He chuckles, smiling as he grabs a box of bandaids from the drawer, shutting it with his hip as he starts reaching inside the box.

"You hurt yourself?" The old tinge of worry hits you as he starts walking towards you, presumably leaving.

"Just a little cut. Tried to catch a knife and it didn't work out." He shows his left palm, a cut along the side of his thumb, still bleeding.

"Jesus Lee..." You turn the sink back on and make him shove his hand under the cold water to slow the bleeding. You start washing the blotch of blood already dried on his palm as he just lets you. You're delicate hands scrubbing the shell shaped soap across his paler palm compared to the slight tan of his skin. You feel his right arm move and slide around you, hand on your waist like it's still so natural as he fixes to your side.

You stare at his hand, watching the bleeding slow as you rinse his palm. But you finally notice he's wearing his wedding ring still. The black band that matches yours sitting at home in your jewelry box, collecting dust when it could be getting pawned like your friends suggested. But you've grown attached to it, even if it is a constant reminder of what was. You shake the feeling, turning the faucet off and grabbing the hand towel to dry the area.

"You know, I can do this myself right?" You look up at your reflections in the mirror, it's almost like he's watching you over your shoulder with how close he is. His eyes watching your every action so lovingly. It makes you smile and forget that you shouldn't be feeling butterflies in your stomach right now.

"You never do it right." You tease, feeling his chest press against your shoulder and back. Notes of citrus and buttery sandalwood touch your nose. Making his noticeable lean over your shoulder almost forgiveable as you apply the bandage on his hand. You feel his nose brush against your ear as you throw the wrappers in the tiny trashcan next to the sink.

"Leon... No." His hand squeezed gently as it moves down to your hip, he takes a slow breath in. Letting the scent of your perfume and shampoo fill his senses completely.

"I miss you..." His voice is so soft, his breath against your ear makes a bolt of electricity shoot up your spine and your skin tingle. Goosebumps forming over your arms as you side step away from him. Looking at him again, his eyes look filled with desperation as he tries closing the gap again.

"I've been thinking about you nonstop for the past month." You paw at the bathroom doorknob, opening the door and slipping into the guest bedroom. He quickly follows you into the dim lighting.

"I'm seeing a therapist now." You glance at him, turning away as you try making a break for it.

"Good for you." You misjudge your step and smack your foot against the table next to the door, twisting your ankle in the process. Immediately, you hunch over to grab your ankle and whine in pain.

"Baby..." He leans down looking at your ankle as it starts to swell already. "Come here."

Quickly you're lifted off your feet and being carried over to the bed, reminiscent of your wedding night. Leon sits, putting your legs over his lap.

"You know these heels are bad on your ankles." His hands slight over your heel, pushing the offender off your foot and doing the same to the next. His fingers glide over your ankle making you wince and whimper. "I'm sorry... I can't really see it well with the..."

His fingers pinch against your pantyhose and pull it gently. Looking at you as if asking for permission. His hands glide up your legs, looking at you. Giving a small nods his hands go up your thighs, pulling at the waist and down your legs. Dropping them with your heels. His hands linger on your bare thighs as he stares. Gripping with the tenderness you'd forgotten about, a small huff leaves his lips before you clear your throat.

"Leon..." He snaps back to reality looking at your ankle and rubbing it. You complain again, feeling your heart beat in you leg.

"Good news, it doesn't look broken."

"No shit." He smirks looking back at you, lips turning into a sincere smile as his brows drop.

"Still as snarky as ever..." It's your turn to stare now, watching his hands wander back up your legs and wrap around your knees. Pulling you closer and wrinkle the sheets below you.

"Who would I be without my smart ass mouth?" His eyes drift halfway closed, his body almost completely pressed against your chest with his own. His arm slides around your waist with practiced ease.

"Not my wife." His words flow so naturally. Like no time has past since the separation. Being this close doesn't feel nearly as awkward as you expected it to be. His hands are as gentle as the look he's giving you. That same puppy dog stare only you seem to yank out of the rough and tough exterior.

It makes you crack a smile... A smile you definitely shouldn't be showing so easily.

"I miss you." His voice is soft again, leaning closer into you, cupping your cheek with a callused hand. "Do you miss me?"

"Yes." The answer rolls off your tongue without a second thought. The corners of his lips turning higher, smiling brighter then you've seen in a while. He doesn't waste any time pulling you into his lap, smothering you in his embrace and pulling you into a heated and hungry kiss.

Hands traveling into every available spot on your body. Finally finding his way under the skirt of your dress and pulling your hips taut against his growing desire.

"Lee... We can't right now, they're expecting us upstairs for dinner." His lips meet your neck, kissing across your pulse and to your ear. Hands gliding over your skin as he pulls back from your neck.

"Why would I go do that when I got my favorite meal right here?" You laugh, the noise sounding like music to his ears all over again. Eyes turning to that loving stare, laying you down against the plush sheets and linens.

"Plus, you hurt your ankle. You need bed rest... And maybe I could give you a real reason to limp."

[baphmochii]

Inmate Sal x f!reader ~ PenPal (HC's)

18+/CW: SFW with a dash of NSFW. PenPal turned Romantic. Reader is female and of age (adult).

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This is something I thought of and I'm hoping it doesn't turn out awful. I know that no one's perfect when it comes to writing anything but.. *exhale* here we go.

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✯ (How it Started): You're close friend had told you about inmate penpal's, they would read you their letters of what their penpal would write and it sparked an interest if you wanting to have a penpal.

✯ After getting set up and registering for a penpal, to your luck you manage to get Sal. It started off as (surprisingly) friendly back and forth conversation. It felt as if you were talking with an old friend you haven't seen in years, you would write Sal about your day, what you plans you had, college and other normie things. Sal would write to you about his day and what goes on in prison. (ex: riots, stabbings, etc.) The usual of what happens in a prison.

✯ You would eventually send Sal a photo of yourself after some time of talking and getting to know each other via letters, you slipped your photo in with the most recent letter you sent off to him. Once he got that letter and opened it, seeing your gorgeous face.. something changed in him.

✯ Sal was infatuated with you. Truth behold.. Sal was starting to gain feelings for you, strong romantic and sexual feelings. To admit, there were a few times Sal beat his cock silly to the photo of you, he felt shame afterwards, perverted too. He would imagine that it was you on your hands and knees, sucking his thick cock, taking it as deep as it would go down your tiny throat. The things he wanted to do to you... and you didn't even know it. Yet.

✯ Sal would manage to send a photo of himself to you (making a trade with another inmate), he would also slip his photo into his recent letter he sent off to you. Once you got it, you got to see him. Yes, you've seen mugshots of him before but that was along time ago and this was recent. He was.. handsome, he looked quite mysterious. His prosthetic made you feel.. tingly. You wanted to see more of him, especially his face. That would be asking for too much.

✯ The both you would still have conversations but there would also be.. "interesting" conversation. You would engage first with the explicit talk: "I have to be honest Sal.. I played with myself to your photo. I really want you inside of me, I really.. just want you to break me til' I'm unable to walk or form a sentence." You wrote in one letter. In return, Sal would praise you, call you his "good girl", his. Only his.

. . "You make me go feral inside of my cell. You're all I can think about, day and night, princess. I really want to feel your skin, you look so soft." . .

. . "In the showers when I'm alone. All I can think about is wanting to shower with you, our bare skin pressed together as we get each other clean." . .

. . "How are you doing today, princess? Did you remember to eat today? How were your finals today, too? I hope you did your best on it, you're my smart girl." . .

✯ I forgot to mention: Aside from the usual conversation and sexual talk/teasing of each other. Sal would regularly make sure you were eating, making your bed, brushing your teeth, just overall genuinely caring about you. Sal doesn't see you as his "little fuck toy" he sees you as his princess. His precious girl to care for you, he desperately wishes he wasn't behind bars so he can be with you. Sal has never felt this way in a long time with anyone, he's been through so much. Sal is quite surprised you feel the same way towards him.

✯ Being in love with an inmate and yes, a murderer despite him not having a choice. You loved the man, you shared personal things with him, shared many things with him actually. If only there was a way to get him out, to get him his freedom he deserved so badly.

✯ In your recent letters, you and Sal scheduled a meetup at Nockfell Prison. You two would finally see each other face-to-face for the first time. It made the both your hearts beat and flutter like there was no tomorrow, he had so much to tell you and you, the same. You'd finally be able to see his beautiful face (even if it's his prosthetic). It was a face you'd grow to love.

... Bonus!!🎉 (18+) 🥵

✯ Remember how you and Sal would send each other photos yourselves? Well, yes, the both of you would send naughty pictures to each other too.

✯ Sal loved when you would send photos of your naked body. He yearned to touch your curves, feel your breasts and squeeze them in his large hands. He wanted to feel every inch of you.

✯ I do think at one point Sal had manage to photograph his cock (a dick pic lol) and when you saw the image - THIS MAN IS HUNG. You always wondered how big or what it looked like but, the guy is big (8inches).

✯ Ah sending each other naughty pics was what got both of you through your days. Sal made a private folder (somehow) of all the naked/lewd pics of you, his girl. His little shrine~

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Phew! I hope I did good at writing this, this was all off the top of my head but I really wanted to write a penpal turned romantic type of thing, I guess? If you all want more or wanna ask questions (it can be SFW/NSFW questions)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Inbox is Open - 24/7 - SFW/NSFW Asks/Questions are Allowed ❤️

- Aki✯

[joostsblog]

Omg hi your writing is so so good!! So I just saw the new photos of Joost (with his broken phone etc) and I thought of a new story… can you maybe write something where Joost trips and has some small injuries like a scraped knee and elbow etc, and reader takes care of him??

I loooooove this! I also noticed that there's a red spot on his knee so I wondered if he actually fell down or something

kiss it better ~ joost klein one shot

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: A bloody scratch on your crush Joost's knee turns into an interesting opportunity for you.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: You already know, it's another friends to lovers one shot, i'm a sucker for those. I hope you like it, if you do pls show your support by reblogging ❣️❣️ send in requests i'm having fun with this! 💌

Warnings: blood, not proofread

Joost had always been clumsy. His drink accidentally slipping out of his fingers when grabbing it. Bumping into a corner when he just told a funny anecdote to his friends. You could even say that the way Joost stumbled into your heart was clumsy. Because he definitely didn't mean to do it, after all, you were just one of his friends. But there he was, definitely not leaving anytime soon - that you were sure of.

Your strategy for dealing with your uncurable crush on your friend was definitely unique. You and Joost were known within your friend group for being ultra-affectionate and flirty to one another. Always alternating between bickering and jokingly complimenting each other. Always making a joke out of every hug and touch you shared.

"Go get a room already," Apson would occasionally say with a roll of the eye and you both would laugh along but secretly you would wish that you could tell Joost about your crush earnestly. Instead, you hid it away under layers of jokes.

Right now you were watching Joost as you and your friends wandered through the streets of Vancouver. You were laughing as Joost walked backwards in front of you, his arms gesturing around wildly as he talked about an idea he had for a music video. You watched his steps intently as you already noticed this to be a risky situation for the clumsy man. You breathed a sigh of relief as Joost dropped the antics and decided to turn around to walk normally again. But as he did, you could only watch as he tripped over the seam of his long pants and fell on the concrete.

"Oh shit," your friends around you exclaimed. "Jooooost," they started to laugh as they realised that he must be not seriously hurt.

Joost sat down on the pavement, his legs bent at an angle and his hands behind him to prop himself up. You kneeled down between his legs to check on him.

"Are you alright?" you asked concerned.

"Yeah," Joost tried to press out a convincing laugh but you could see in his eyes that he must be either hurt or embarrassed by his fall - or maybe a mix of both. When you looked Joost in the eyes you saw him evading your gaze and for a second you were scared that he might start crying. You were glad that your friends didn't seem to pay much attention to the both of you since it was no news to see you lost in your own little world.

"Are you hurt? Let me see," you said and tried your best to be comforting for Joost.

Joost looked down at his hands to inspect them and you noticed a few scratches on one of his fingers. The phone he was holding in his hand was also shattered since Joost didn't use any protective phone cases.

"It's fine," Joost said unconvincingly.

"No, that sucks," you reaffirmed his feelings and softly touched his knee. Joost winced with a smile and you looked down to where your hand just touched. A small spot of red was bleeding through Joost's jeans where he must have scratched his knee during the fall. "Oh, I'm sorry," you said, instead caressing the side of his knee now. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" you said cheekily, right back with your flirty banter you two were so well accustomed to.

"Are you taking the piss out of me?" Joost asked with a pout.

"No, never," you tried to reassure him. "I'm serious," you said and reached into your bag to pull out a pack of tissues. You grabbed the bottom seam of Joost's jeans and looked at him for confirmation before he nodded. Your friends were still not paying much attention to you down on the floor as they instead talked and joked among themselves. You pulled Joost's jeans up until his bleeding knee was exposed. Using one of the tissues you carefully dabbed at the wound to remove the blood. Joost winced at the contact again. "I'm sorry," you said as you were finished.

After one moment of hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a light kiss on the skin of Joost's knee just above the scratch. You looked at Joost and saw a shy smile creeping up on his face so you decided to leave three other kisses on his knee for good measure.

"Better?" you asked.

"Yes, so much better," he said grinning.

"Is there anywhere else you're hurting?" you asked, feeling courageous.

"Here," Joost said and showed you the scratch on his hand which you had inspected earlier.

You carefully took his hand into yours and also cleaned off the blood using the tissue. Joost's hand wrapped around yours as you pulled it towards you until you also pressed a few gentle kisses around the fresh wound.

"Anywhere else?" you asked as you looked at Joost.

"Here," he said quietly and pointed to his lips. Your heart started racing.

"I don't see any scratches there," you teased. You wished you were alone in this moment and nobody would be here to see or interrupt.

"But I'm hurting," Joost said with a pout and you smiled.

Fuck it, you thought.

You leaned forward and cupped his cheek with one of your hands. Joost rested one hand on your waist. You made sure to plant the most gentle, sweetest and loving kiss on Joost's lips. As you leaned back again you both looked at each other and you wondered if this was one of those times when you would show each other affection or say something sickly sweet about the other person under the guise of it just being a joke. Something in Joost's eyes gave you the feeling that this might be different actually, that the both of you were earnest this time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you decided to go in for another kiss, a second kiss you definitely couldn't play up for laughs anymore. It was longer and deeper and you could feel Joost leaning into you.

"Hey, look at Joost and (Y/N)!" Apson shouted in delight as your friends finally noticed what the two of you were up to.

You pulled away from Joost who looked at you biting down on his lips to hide a grin. You offer your hand to Joost as you get up and help him get up as well. The both of you just ignored the bickering around you as your friends tried to pry into what just happened. Instead, you just continued your path down to wherever you were going anyway. As you walk beside each other you take notice that Joost never let go of your hand, still firmly fitting around yours.

[echobx]

Damnit I tripped into your ask box again....

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JJ bending you over the seat of his bike, in a more public setting. He gets on his knees for you and lifts your sundress up, yanks your panties off and eats you out.

....

or ya know whatever 🤷🏻🤭

summary: see ask

warnings: oral (fem receiving), talk of violence

word count: ≈500

author's note: omg this is so short 😭 I hope you like it anyway bc I think it's shit

“You didn't have to fucking do that,” JJ grunts while pushing you forward, practically dragging you in front of him through the parking lot. “She wanted to fuck you. I was defending you,” you argue with a sly smile, not seeing any issues with the fact that you’ve probably broken the girl's nose for putting her hands on your man. And usually JJ isn't against it either, but for some reason he’s angry with you now, and you can't figure out why. “That's not- You know that I don't care about them. I don't care how much she wanted to fuck me, because I don't want her. You know I don't want her. I only love you!” JJ’s words push your doubts, the jealousy you felt raging, to the back of your mind. “She was out of line,” you pout, and your boyfriend stops to pull you flush to his chest. His calloused, warm hands cup your jaw, pulling you up just enough for him to kiss you with ease. He knew of your temper before you got together, never finding any issues with it. “Want me to show you how much I love you and only you, princess?” The smirk on his lips should be a warning to you, but you can never tell him no. “Maybe you should. Yes,” you nod and let out a tiny squeal when he pulls you up and throws you over his shoulder to walk faster. There's not much to complain about when his hand, that is holding onto you, is slipping up and rests under your dress, right on your ass.

JJ has never been one to keep things private, but the fact that he puts you down on his bike and immediately pulls your slip down was something new. You are out in the open. Visible to anyone who wants to walk by. But he still drops to his knees in front of you and starts to eat you out, while you try your best to stay on top of the bike. While you try to not scream when his lips close around your clit and his fingers curl inside your tight cunt. With your head thrown back, you hope no one sees you. You hope no one calls the cops, but even if they did, you know it would be more than worth it. And JJ is giving you his best, licking, sucking, biting; anything and all you like, all while his knees are on the hot pavement. Your hand comes down on his head, fingers raking through his locks and tugging harshly to tell him you're close. But JJ doesn't want to stop. He eats you out as if he's starved, craving every single drop of cum that you grant him. “JJ, please- Home,” you pant, and he decides that it's best to stop and resume as soon as you get home. But just because it's the logical choice to make, doesn't mean it's the one he wants to make. And at that moment, he knows why you broke that girl's nose. Impulses are hard to resist, after all.

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[badbtssmut]

The reader dates with Taehyung's twin and they have a quarrel. Taehyung pretends to be his twin brother and has sex with the reader like he always dreamed of

Admin note: normally don’t do twins, but liked this idea 🫶

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“You were right, y/n. I shouldn’t have kept my ex’s number in my phone. You are right, it would only keep the door open to cheating. I was immature, and I’m sorry.” The man who you thought was your boyfriend, apologized.

You took the flowers Taehyung handed to you.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung asked.

You opened the door wider, and stepped aside.

Taehyung walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch. “I missed you.” He said.

You closed the door and sat beside him.

You sighed and shook your head.

You missed him too. But you had been angry. Angry that he still had his ex-girlfriend in his phone. It had made you question if you could ever really trust him.

Your first real fight. It had been one week since you had seen or spoken to each other.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had vented to Taehyung how he was sick of how jealous and insecure you were, and how you had accused him of cheating. This was the perfect time for him to make his move. Taehyung convinced his brother to give you some space, and to reconsider the relationship, causing doubt in his mind.

“Y/N, please, I was being immature.” He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head against him.

He kissed the top of your head.

You missed this.

You missed him.

“Alright, I don’t want to fight anymore. I forgive you. Just, no more secrets okay? No more lies. You tell me the truth from now on, and I promise to do the same. And no more ex-girlfriends in your phone.”

Taehyung chuckled. “I promise.”

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Something was different about your boyfriend.

“Fuck, such a delicious pussy, want to pound into it all night.” Taehyung groaned as he tilted his head back, thrusting into you.

He was rougher, and dirtier.

And you were loving it.

His cock felt like it was splitting you open. It was so big and long. You loved how he filled you up. You loved how he slammed his hips against you. How he gripped your thighs tightly as he pounded you.

“I didn’t know you could fuck me like this…” You whispered, “You’re different, but I like it.” You let out a shaky moan as he groped onto your breasts, kneading them in his hands, before leaning down to lick and suck at them.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you arch your back, pushing your breasts against his mouth.

Your boyfriend had gotten more aggressive with his fucking, and a little more dominant.

But you didn't mind.

Taehyung grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees against your chest as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

You were dripping.

Dripping wet.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Pretty girls like you deserve to get filled with cum, don't you agree, princess? You love the feeling of my cock inside of you, don’t you? Look how good you take me, you were made to take my dick.” Fuck, he was so hot.

You felt your pussy milk Taehyung’s cock dry, clenching around him, causing him to spill inside of you.

Taehyung grunted. He held your legs open and thrusted in and out of you as his seed spilled inside of your cunt.

You came down from your high, and watched him pull his cock out, and the cum drip out of your pussy.

His thumb pressed down on your clit. Taehyung then rubbed circles around your clit, and then moved his hand down, sliding two fingers into you and pumping in and out of you, his cum dripping from his fingers.

You shuddered, “More.. please.”

He smiled wickedly.

You loved this new side of him.

-

"Pretty flowers,” Your boyfriend complimented the bouquet on the table.

“They are, they have been holding up pretty well. Where’d you get them?” You asked as you hugged him.

“Huh?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop joking around,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not, what are you talking about? I didn’t get those for you.” He pointed to the flowers.

Your stomach dropped.

“What? Please.. stop, that’s not funny! Are you going to say next that we didn’t fuck either? It was just a dream!? Don't play games with me. I remember it like it was yesterday, are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Your boyfriend’s face turned pale at your words.

“That fucking asshole, it must’ve been Taehyung, that sneaky motherfucker!” Your boyfriend suddenly shouted, slamming a fist on the table before he ran off, leaving you in confusion.

Wait, you fucked his twin brother?

[makeyoumine69]

A Helping Hand (commission)

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You and Patrick are engaged and about to become parents. One day, during a fancy party, you face the difficulties of being pregnant, as your changing body, affected by the hormones, hurts, but your future husband is always eager to help you.

CONTAINS: Semi-public smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, nipple play/sucking, pregnancy kink (kinda), fingering, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, pet names, sweet & horny Patrick Bateman himself.

WORDS: 1.6k

A/N: I'm so happy to finally post this! Hope you like it!💞

LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓 [COMISSIONS]

After a lavish party on the roof of one of Manhattan's skyscrapers hosted by the Bateman family, the sun was setting and it was getting a little chilly, so the waiters brought everyone blankets to keep warm. You, wrapped in a blanket, sat next to your fiance on the small plush couch, waiting for the car to pick you up and take you home.

Sipping your hot chocolate that had been made specially for you, you looked at him with undisguised affection and embarrassment as you wanted to ask him a question. "Patrick, I... I'm so embarrassed that I... you know... bite and scratch you during sex. Is that a bad thing? I just don't think you like it..."

Thank God the other guests weren't paying any attention to you, but you still felt uncomfortable. Patrick's family was also out of sight, probably talking to someone on the balcony. However, you had already shown your appreciation for hosting such a great event.

While you waited for his answer, you stroked your little baby bump, your breasts already got bigger, so the dress you were wearing was too tight and your nipples could be seen through the fabric.

Patrick paused for a moment, considering your question with a thoughtful look that slowly changed to an approving one. The embarrassment in your voice was clear, but it only served to amuse him. 

"(Y/n)," he began, sliding closer to you on the small plush couch, "your... enthusiasm is one of your most exquisite attributes." He placed a hand on your knee, his fingers tracing small circles through the fabric of the blanket that covered you. "I revel in your responsiveness, Kitten." His grin grew wider, a clear indication that your concerns were unfounded.

"Really?" You murmured back, averting your eyes, still feeling so uncomfortable. "I just remember how meticulous you are about your skin and stuff."

The man leaned closer, lowering his voice so it was just for you, a husky whisper that brushed against your ear. "Let's be honest," his eyes glittered with a mischievous spark as he bit his lip lightly, teasing you. "You know how much I enjoy making a mess of you."

"Oh, Patrick…" You giggled shyly and rolled your eyes.

Bateman’s hand moved from your knee, daringly creeping up the blanket to rest on your slightly swollen belly, his thumb brushing gently over the fabric of your dress. The tautness of your nipples, visible through the strained material, did not escape his notice. "These marks," he continued, his gaze flickering down to where your breasts strained against the dress, "they are a powerful reminder of the intensity we share. And I wouldn't have it any other way." Patrick smirked while his touch grew bolder, fingers skimming the outline of your baby bump before sliding up to the outline of your breasts. 

The sudden tingling in your nipples made you squirm in your seat; his words always had such an effect on you. "Patty," you pleaded suddenly, placing your cup on the nearby table and looking around briefly before continuing. "My... my nipples hurt... can you help me with that?" Embarrassed, you lifted the blanket, suggesting that it could hide both of you and no one would see you, since no one was around so far. "Sorry for asking," you added, averting your eyes, ashamed as ever. "It's just...the hormones...I didn't want to tell you…"

Excited, Patrick's lips curved into a knowing smirk at your bashful plea. The fiery blend of your embarrassment and the raw need that spilled from your words was a concoction he savored with every fiber of his being. Sneakily, he cast a cursory glance around the room, ensuring the relative privacy, before refocusing on you with the predatory gaze of a man who thrived on such deliciously improper requests.

"Do they hurt really bad, hmmm?” he echoed, his voice a low, silky ribbon of sound that wound its way around you with the tender brutality of a python. "And here I was thinking you'd have the restraint to wait until we were home. But if my little girl is in pain..." The man leaned closer, the scent of your arousal mingling with the warm, sweet aroma of the hot chocolate you had abandoned. "You want me to make it better?" the man questioned, his breath fanning over your skin as he lifted the blanket to create a hidden sanctuary for your naughtiness. "You always were sensitive to my words, Kitten. Can't say I'm not pleased to hear they still affect you so... intimately."

Panting, you bit on your lower lip to suppress any noises which could discredit you. "Yes," you closed your eyes and sprawled along the softness of the couch. "You know how to play with words…" gasping, you trembled beneath his hot breath. "...to set me on fire."

Under the guise of the blanket, Patrick's hand drifted to the fabric of your dress, deftly unbuttoning it just enough to allow him access to the tender flesh you so desperately wanted him to soothe. His fingers brushed against your skin, feeling the hard nubs of your nipples straining for his touch. "Is it so?"

Grabbing the plush material of the furniture, you were about to lose it here and now. "Mmm…y-yes….ah-Patrick!"

"Shh, baby," Bateman didn't falter, not even as he looked once more over his shoulder to ensure no eyes were upon you. "I’ve got you."

Then, with a dexterity honed by numerous clandestine encounters, he ducked under the cover of the blanket, his mouth closing over one aching nipple with a gentle suction that belied the fervor within him. The warm wetness of his mouth enveloped you, his tongue tracing the sensitive bud before drawing it further into the heat of his oral embrace. Purring softly, the man suckled with a rhythmic persistence, each pull designed to alleviate the tender ache as much as to stoke the flame of your shared desire.

Above the blanket, he maintained the expression of a man casually enjoying the evening with his fiancée, his free hand resting on the arm of the couch, the very picture of nonchalance. Beneath it, however, Patrick was entirely focused on you, on the softness of your breasts, the sweetness of your need, and the sound of your subdued moans as they were muffled by the fabric that concealed your indiscretion.

"Better now, Kitten?" Bateman murmured against your flesh, a dark chuckle vibrating through your nipple, sending shivers down your spine. His free hand wandered to your other breast, kneading it softly, ensuring that both received the attention they demanded.

The way his tongue danced across your hard peak was maddening, to say the least. “Uh-huh,” you stammered, closing your eyes, your cheeks burning from the inside. Then, you cautiously grabbed his large palm and moved it between your legs, making it press against your soaked panties. "I need you, n-need you so much, Patty."

Breathing heavily, you looked up at him, knowing that what you were doing was wrong and sinful, but the storm of hormones from being pregnant raged through your morphing body, making you a prisoner of the current situation.

Fortunately, you were still alone, and the car hadn't arrived yet. “A-aww,” you whimpered into his mouth as Patrick sealed your lips with his plump ones, not letting the sound escape from them. “Mhmnn…”

It was a silencing kiss, a masterful stroke of control that muffled your moan. Under the protective shroud of the blanket, his hand maneuvered beneath the delicate barrier of your underwear, his fingers tracing the soaked lace before delving into the slick heat of your pussy.

The soft, wet sound of his fingers sliding through your folds was nearly lost beneath the hush of your ragged breaths. Hot and bothered, Patrick pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch your face, your eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted in silent supplication.

"You're so wet, honey," Bateman whispered, the rough timbre of his voice sending a shudder through you. "This is what you need from me, isn't it? To be touched right here...where anyone could see what a bad girl you're being for me?"

The pressure of his fingers increased, finding your swollen clit, teasing it with a firm, circular motion that drew a whimper from you. "Be quiet, Kitten," he advised, his voice carrying an undercurrent of threat and promise. "Or you'll force me to stop, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Your hand gripped his wrist, a silent entreaty not to cease his ministrations. Patrick's chest swelled with a possessive pride—you were his to command, even amidst this semi-public setting. Your need for him, a need he had so thoroughly ingrained in you, was a testament to his mastery over your senses.

Your eyes met, his holding a compelling blend of dark yearning and authoritative control. Patrick’s fingers quickened their pace, coaxing you closer to the brink as he watched the storm of emotions play across your tensed face.

Patrick leaned in once more, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "Cum for me, (y/n). Quietly, right here on this couch. Let me feel you shatter against my hand." His words, laced with an illicit thrill, were a command that brooked no refusal.

And as Bateman brought you to the edge, as he felt the clenching and unclenching of your inner walls around his probing fingers, he savored the power he wielded. In the luxury of the waiting room, under the soft golden lights of the city outside, this man was the master of your pleasure—a master who would be worshiped in silence, in awe, and with the unspoken understanding that you belonged to him, completely and irrevocably, no matter where you were.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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Watermelon Sugar

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

summary: Eddie shows you the eight wonder of the world. his mouth.

warnings: reader and eddie are 18+, established relationship, fluff, Eddie being a munch. nicknames/pet names used (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.) MINORS DNI 18+ smut: fem oral receiving, blowjobs mentioned, talks of past sexual experiences, praise/body worship, swearing. *Skin Color/Ethnicity not mentioned! not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing.

if I miss anything plz lmk!

a/n: hello my loves! thank you all for the kind words and reactions on my last couple of posts! as you all know smut is not my forte but I felt the need to write this. am I projecting??? maybe but we’re gonna pretend that i'm not :)

The low hum of Steve Nicks’ voice plays through Eddie’s room, the soundtrack of your makeout session with your boyfriend. Orange glow from the late afternoon sun comes through the window, an angelic glow casting around the frizz of the mentalhead’s hair.

It started as an innocent day, hanging out together in a comfortable silence in his room. Him doodling in his notebook and you flipping through one of his old comic books. Somewhere along the way a featherlight touch turned into shared giggles, sitting in his lap turned into a chaste kiss, and it ended up with him in between your parted knees, kissing like his life depended on it.

A curtain of curls block out the skylight, tender lips on yours like melted honey, and big hands roaming down the expanse of your body. When Eddie moves away from your mouth, he takes the oxygen from your lungs with him and you whimper at the loss.

"Gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?" Big doe eyes shine down to you, way too eager and excited. Your stomach twists into knots, the training you put yourself through in case of this moment, has all been for nothing. What do you say to the man that hovers over you with so much love in his eyes?

"How about I suck you off instead, hmm?" You try to come off as sensual but instead you sound scared.

It's an offer that you've made so many times over the short course of your relationship with Eddie. This was your first real relationship besides the eight grade love affair you had with Simon Willard. That only lasted a week.

You weren't anywhere near a virgin, that so called sacred part of yourself is now in the possession of a random boy you met on vacation before your senior year. Hookups weren't uncommon to you but what was uncommon to you was the affection you received during the sex.

People you've hooked up with never really cared to get you nice and ready the way Eddie does, prepping you with two or more fingers, working you open so that it doesn't hurt going in. Guys didn't care if you got off or not, they were just looking for a hole to fill and someone who wouldn't get clingy.

You had guy friends, including Eddie before you started dating, and you heard the horror stories they had of going down on a girl. It was never in mean spirit, although the discussion should've stayed in the bedroom, but it still scared you shitless. How one girl didn't properly take care of herself, causing the smell to be rancid. This girl didn't wipe the right way, leaving scraps of toilet paper down there. And the one that really settled itself into your brain, was how good or bad a girl tasted.

Of course you, and all of your guy friends, knew that girls didn't taste like ice cream, or strawberries, or candy. It was made up, another bullshit beauty standard for woman to worry about.

You had paid attention to the way guys would ask you if you wanted it done. The way they would sigh and roll their eyes like it was the biggest task of their lives. You would end up telling them that you're more of a giver than receiver, and that you just weren't interested in that whole thing. When they would release a breath of relief you would fill with shame, almost like you were the one who requested it to be done and had been turned down. The embarrassment of rejection you didn't even ask for.

So when you and Eddie first had sex as boyfriend and girlfriend, you made it your mission to never let that horrid question come from his mouth. You always made sure to offer him head first, and if it looked like he was about to ask, you'd simply tell him you couldn't wait anymore.

Now here you are, under him, ready and willing to take him in your mouth, and he's gotten the question out before you could beat him to the punch.

"Ya know I will never say no to that, sweetheart. But-"

Uh oh. That's the word that comes before a life or death sentence. It's hanging heavy over you, the once comfortable silence is now killing you. Squeezing all of the air out of your body, limbs going numb with the loss of circulation, all the while your ears ring like an explosion has gone off.

"I want to return the favor." It's so sincere when he says it and it makes you want to cry. A boyish smile taking over his mouth, deep dimples appearing on the fat of his cheeks.

You must look like you've seen a ghost because the pretty smile that was written on his face is now taken over by worry.

"I mean, I don't have to. It's just- I feel like," Eddie's a panicked mess, backing his face further away from your own. The small bubble of love that the two of you created has now been popped with your own doubts and fears.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I just thought I could make you feel good s'all." The confident man that you know all too well is now reduced to a fumbling and anxious person. His fingers work at the chunky silver ring on his finger, twisting and twisting and twisting it around.

"You just always, I don't know. It just always seems like you never ask for head and I just wanted to offer it to you, I guess."

The whiskey eyes that never left your gaze won't even look at you anymore. Focusing on that damn ring that goes faster and faster the longer you wait to respond. You want to run and hide. Dig a deep hole and never come out. Your lovely boyfriend who's done nothing but treat you like the queen of the goddamn universe, now thinks he's made you uncomfortable.

Embarrassment rushes through your veins, throat closing with the grip of shame making it harder to breathe. Tears prick your eyes, hot and heavy, ready to fall at the drop of a dime. You feel so guilty for not just telling him the truth, for not saying all the concerns that you had. Even before you started dating Eddie always confided in you, telling you the deepest secrets that kept him up at night and you couldn't even tell him this one thing.

"I'm embarrassed." It comes out in a sniffle, lip wobbling beneath the teeth that hold it down, trying to make it go away.

"I'm just embarrassed I won't be good. That I'll be another conversation for you and the boys to drink to. Will I taste good? Do I smell weird? Does it look pretty? All of these questions circle my brain and I'm so fucking scared that you won't like me anymore." It comes out like word vomit, so fast and uneven in tone that you're not sure if it even made sense.

You don't have time to think it over anyway, Eddie's too quick putting his hands on your cheeks, gently making you look up at him. The same kind eyes that you always see meet yours. Thumbs gentle swipe the fat tears off of your face, his cold hands extinguish the flames of your skin.

"Honey, I promise you I would never, ever do some dumb shit like that. What the guys and I talk about is irrelevant, half the time they don't even know what they're talking about. I felt the same way when you wanted to suck me off the first time, every single question you ask yourself is what I ask myself." Eddie's eyes are searching yours, looking and waiting to see the dread leave your head.

"Like I said before, I would never want you to be uncomfortable but if you're okay with it, I'd really," He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, "really," he continues to place more delicate kisses around your face, "really love to make you feel so fucking good."

When he's done, he looks back down to you with a dopey smile, he's low and hazy drunk off of you. A smile tugs on your own lips, so warm and fuzzy off of him. You know he means it and you feel sad that you even questioned him. Childish laughter rings out between the two of you when he pinches your sides, tickling out the stiffness in your body.

When the laughter dies down, he asks you again by cocking his eyebrow up in question. Nodding your head, you give him a confident yes, something you didn't feel the first time he asked.

Moving down your body, trails of kisses are left on your skin, mapping out his journey to your center. When he reaches the hem of your pants, he looks up to you once more waiting for a reply. Encouraging him to go further, his chilled fingers douses the warmth radiating off of you.

Leaving you only in your polka dot designed panties, Eddie teases you by running his fingers up and down your thighs.

"I gotta say bub, I love the pink dots. Top notch fashion if I don't say so myself." Eddie jokes and it makes you giggle. Swatting lightly at him, he returns the laughter.

"I'm not lying, I swear! If only you know what you do to me." As much of a joker Eddie is, he was never one to joke about your beauty. He found everything you did, said, and wore so fucking breathtaking and flawless, he'd probably get hard from the sight of you in a Tin Man costume.

"If you, at any time, want me to stop just tell me. I won't get mad, just let me know, okay?" Eyebrows scrunched with seriousness, Eddie makes sure to be loud and clear with his instructions.

"I promise, Eds." You say and he takes that as the green light.

Eddie's index finger teases your cloth slit, running up and down so slowly it feels like torture. When you lift your hips looking for more friction he snorts lightly.

"Patience, my love." His fingers continue to dance over your panties, running back to the top of the band and pulling them down in a swift motion.

When the cool air hits your wet seat, you whimper slightly at the feeling. Eddie has seen your pussy multiple times, but when he spreads it with his fingers, you can't help but feel shy, closing your legs around his arm.

"Don't go shy on me, baby. I just wanna see the prettiest picture I've ever seen." His eyes are still trained on the glistening of your sex, glimmering like bright pools of water.

It feels like an hour of no movement from Eddie before he goes to change his position between your legs. Shuffling back on his knees, he picks your thighs up to place on his shoulders as he lays on his stomach.

Still having doubts, you lean up on your elbows, watching your boyfriend to see what his reaction is. To your surprise, he looks like a kid in a candy store, awe and wonder swimming around in the big brown pools of his eyes.

When an obscene sniff rings through the air, you can't help but cringe a little. Waiting for him to look repulsed, you're again astonished when all your met with is a feral look.

Very tentatively, he runs his flat tongue from your hole to the top of your clit. Moaning deeply, he moves his gave up to you. A smirk breaks out on his features, so devilishly and mischievously.

"Oh baby, you have no fucking clue how good you taste." There is no questioning in his cadence. It's smug and cocky and it makes you shiver with need.

Repeating his motions from before, you mewl at the feeling, lifting your hips again. The chuckle that comes from Eddie vibrates off of you, make you move you squirm. Reaching his strong hands around your thighs, he holds you in place with his firm grip.

When the wet muscle breaches your needy hole, you fall back onto the bed moaning out in pleasure. He works your open with it, flicking it in and out efficiently.

Pulling out of you, he moves up to your bundle of nerves. Starting slowly, he circles around once or twice, before working it in figure eights.

You melt into the bed like a popsicle on a hot summers day. There's not a single thought in your head other than the feeling of his mouth. You're a livewire come to life, so sensitive and lost in the haze of pleasure.

You think this is the precipice of ecstasy but then one of his thick fingers enter you and his mouth sucks hard on your pulsing clit.

It feels like fireworks on the fourth of July, bright and explosive, big loud bangs ringing out into the night sky. It's like the feeling of going down the big drop on a rollercoaster, tingling deep in your belly and a rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. It's like winning first place, heartwarming and shocking all at the same time.

You feel all these things at the same time, every single one of them caused by the actions of your boyfriends mouth. It's overwhelming and so fucking delicious but you can't say anything than cry out in bliss.

Letting go of your clit with a pop, Eddie's head pokes up at you like an excited puppy. "S'it feel good baby?" You want to answer, you really do but the way he sneaks a second finger into you and crooks them at the perfect angle makes you lose all motor skills.

"Awe, honey" he coos mockingly, "Is it that good?"

"S'good Eds, so good." You're a blubbering, crying mess. So hooked on the feeling of him, hooking on the feeling of how he made you feel.

He doesn't say anything else, too busy pushing his face back between your legs. His motions go faster, fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you that he only managed to find, his mouth switching between motions, driving you closer to the edge as he does.

The string in your belly is pulling tighter and tighter, barley hanging together by a thread. You're a thrashing, sweaty mess on his bed, gripping the pillow underneath your head that your knuckles will probably be stuck in that position. You don't care, not when he's moving his head back and forth, slurping up your wetness like a handmade milkshake.

It's filthy, down right dirty the way it sounds. The noises that carry out into his room echo so loud the neighbors could probably hear. The squelch of your wetness being pounded into by his hand, the way he's drinking you up like a dehydrated plant, the moans that escape out of your parted lips.

"Eddie, please. FUCK, please." You're blathering at him, not even sure at what you're asking for.

Separating himself from you again, he continues working his fingers deep into you.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl? S'that it? Wanna cum all over my fingers?" You moan louder in response, clenching around him harder as you do.

"Go ahead, be a good good and cum for me. Come on, honey. Cum for me." That's all you need to hear before you're hurtling off the edge of your release.

You release with a silent cry, all the air being punched right out of you. Your body feels weightless, like you were thrown up into the clouds and not being able to come down.

Your whole body shakes, tears streaming down your face, all while your hole pulses and quivers around Eddie's fingers. A gush of wetness coats his fingers, a big puddle under your ass, leaving another stain on his bed seats.

He watches in awe as you hit your peak, how your back arches off of the bed and how you look so fucking perfect like this. The shy girl that never got experience this kind joy, now swims in the ocean of euphoria of the climax. He feels so lucky to witness this, to be the first and last person to ever see you this vulnerable.

Eddie wishes he could paint this moment, make a portrait of the way your kiss bitten lips form the perfect O, make the brushstrokes of your hair and some of it sticks to your sweaty face. You're so beautiful and he doesn't know how blessed to be yours.

When you float back down to earth, to the springy mattress of Eddie's, you take a moment to catch your breath. When he removes his fingers from you, you weakly hiss from movement and he offers a quiet sorry.

Moving back up to his knees, he hovers over you and smiles brightly down at you. Smiling weakly back at you, he uses the hand that's not supporting his weight to place it on your jaw. His thumb brushes back and forth and you melt right into it.

"How was that?" Pink tints his cheeks, grinning ear to ear.

You chuckle weakly, shaking your head in disbelief.

"I think I went to outer space for a second there."

A booming laugh leaves his chest and it makes you smile even harder. Your heart feels so full and so happy. You're so in love with him and it makes you delirious. You want to see him like this for the rest of your life, big smiles and even big laughter, so pretty and delicate only for you.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself there, space cadet." Leaning down to press his lips to yours, your soak in the feeling of it. When he moves away you pout at him, and he bops you on the nose with his finger.

"I was thinkin' I could return the favor, big boy." You whisper seductively.

"Oh baby, that sounds wonderful but-," He makes eye contact with you, "I need to be in you like yesterday because that, right there was the hottest thing I've ever witness."

"I happen to be a romantic. So I shall wait until my fair maiden is okay to resume our activities." Closing his eyes with pride, he places a hand on his heart.

Hiding your face with your hands, you bust out laughing at his little antics and when you peek between his fingers you see his teeth flashing back at you. Removing your hands from your face, you tuck a loose tendril behind his ear.

"You're a dork, but that sounds good to me."

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Thank you all for reading! I loves you all and hope you enjoyed!!!

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[glitch-karma]

hai i want to req a scenario where bsd characters has a crush on the reader and tries dropping hints but the reader just thinks that they’re being nice :D

characters: yosano, nikolai, akutagawa, ranpo, jouno

I added Chuuya cause I am self-indulgent, but enjoy!

Tw: Very light talk of characters being very touchy, but still sfw

Yosano

she's so obvious

Constantly complimenting you

Saying how pretty/handsome you are

Maybe a little touchy iykyk

She honestly wants to confess and have a serious relationship with you

and she's been trying to drop hints but..

"Oh Y/n~, you're so cute I could eat you up.."

"Huh? You can't eat people Yosano! Do you need something to snack on?"

"ugh. No, thank you, dear..."

Finally, she'll confess to you after patching you up after a small mission.

"Y/n.. I uhm, really like you."

"Awe, I like you too Yosano! You're my best friend"

She falls on the floor momentarily before just jumping up, grabbing you by the collar, and kissing you.

"O-Oh!" "Yeah. Oh."

"So? Do you.. Like me too?"

"W-Well. If it means we could do that agai- MPHM!"

Nikolai

Another obvious one

Now he's the real feeler upper

He will not let you GO MAN

Definitely a grabber too

I have this vision of him full-on grabbing your ass and you're just like "Oh? What's up, Nikolai?"

Surprise hugs from behind

He lets you braid his hair

Unlike Yosano, he will not be as patient

He'll grab your hands, get down on one knee, and scream:

"Y/n~! I love you! Please go out with me so we can be free together!"

You are not expecting this at all

So you shakily nod

Then he'll pick you up bridal style and run around with you in his arms <3

Akutagawa

Now with him

I wouldn't fucking notice either bro

His idea of hints is odd

"You don't suck at fighting.."

"Uhm... Thank you?"

He's read that some people give food to their crushes, so he'll randomly just set a cup of tea down on your desk

Since it's a food he likes, he'll also just leave figs on your desk???

It's, very confusing to say the least

In this case, I don't see him ever actually confessing

it was actually Chuuya that found out and pushed him along

Aka, he dragged you both into the same room and pushed Akutagawa along

but it all worked out in the end

Ranpo

Oh my God you gotta be real dence

CLIMBS ON YOU?

LIKE FULL ON SCALES YOUR BODY AND SITS ON YOUR SHOULDERS

And when you get tired and ask him to get off he's just like "Nah I'm good."

Shares his snacks with you

You brought him sweet mochi one day and that was the day he vowed to marry you

You thought he was joking?

Likes pitching your cheeks

"You're so squishy and cute Y/n~ Just like a dumpling" "Ranpo that hurts-"

The way he confesses I hear you ask?

One morning he just, out of nowhere kisses your cheek.

You FLIPPED out and he was just confused

"oh, are we not dating?" "WHAT? NO?!"

He didn't realize you were too busy to notice his feelings

Jouno

Side note: God we need more Jouno hc's fr tho

Jouno's way of showing he loves you?

Training you to the mfing bone.

Bro does not let up

If you're a hunting dog it's even worse

Y'know that scene where he stands on tecchou's back?

He does that all the time

Sometimes hits your head too

But, if he sees you're genuinely struggling he eases up

Honestly, he shows hints in very small ways that you wouldn't notice

Like a small pat on the back or bringing you water after a long day

All the other hunting dogs can see the way he listens extra intently when you talk as well

Another thing, he remembers almost every conversation you two have even had.

So he knows all your interests, likes, and hobbies

He would probably just casually do a normal confession, bring you a rose and a gift <3

Chuuya

Chuuya is terrified of letting people get too close to him (Kinnie moment-)

So for a while he wouldn't make any attempts at a relationship with you at all

But after you've stuck around him for years, even when others didn't, how could he not be smitten for you?

After a while of denying, he'll finally drop hints

He'll offer to drive you too and from work (mostly for the excuse to have your arms around him)

He also started bringing you lunches on Monday's

Has bought you jewelery and chokers galore

The expensive ones too cause he rich rich

He will drunkenly confess

"Damn.. Why do you have to go and make me fall in love with you?"

"..What?"

He has never sobered up so fast

He tried to stand up and leave, but you grabbed him and hugged him tight

After a few seconds, he did the same

[bunnys-kisses]

I LOVE YOU AND ALL YOUR WORK THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH YOU DESERVE ALL THE KISSES IN THE WORLD YOU ARE A GENIUS

could i pleeaaasee get a vanilla cheesecake, berry trifle, and blueberry muffins with a side of bubble tea and a milkshake with toto? 🥹🍰🧋(sorry if it's too big of an order 😭 feel free not to serve all of them if you don't want to!

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want to submit your own order? then check out the menu for more information! hit me up with your requests! thank you to @forza55 for the request! i love what you've submitted to me and i hope you love the fic in return! thank you! thank you!

vanilla cheesecake ("where are your manners?") + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + bubble tea (daddy kink) + milkshake (size kink) served by toto wolff (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, size kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, dom!toto, sub!reader, age gap (20/50), oral sex (toto receives), punishments, dirty talk, references to sugar daddy

"princess." he said as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. you two were in italy for the weekend. not for any particular race, but rather for a small getaway before he went back to his duties as the head principal.

you two had gone out for the night, the summer air of the coast felt good on your warm skin for the day at the beach. but, over dinner, you were so talkative to the waiter.

you flashed him your lovely smile and seemed to be more focused on him than your lover across from you. well, that was what toto thought. in reality you knew the waiter, he was studying abroad and went to the same university you went to. you were more catching up than flirting.

but your older boyfriend could tell that the other man wanted more than a few extra euros. he could see him staring at your cleavage peeking out of your dress. but you believed it was all in toto's head.

now back at the hotel room you were staying at, you were knelt between his legs, where you belonged. he sighed and asked, "where are your manners? you don't go around flirting with strange men, they could hurt you, princess."

"toto-"

"wrong. try again." he corrected you. now was not the time to call him by his proper name. not when you've been misbehaving so much this evening. he gripped onto the back of your head and said, "not the right name."

you looked up at him, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. you said, "sorry, daddy. i promise he wasn't going to hurt me! i knew him from school."

toto gripped a little harder and said, "you need to learn to behave, little one. the more you act out, the harder the punishments will get. and i don't want to have to tie you up for being such a little brat."

"i'm sorry, daddy. really, i didn't know." you pouted at him and you then rubbed your cheek up against his inner thigh.

he sighed and pushed your face a little closer to the bulge in his slacks, "you've been a bad girl, princess. i treat you so good and i expect obedience in return." he rubbed your face up against the front of his pants and you whimpered.

"i'm sorry, daddy." you whimpered as you felt his cock twitched against your face. when he let you go, you moved your head back and started to work on getting his fly open.

"see, i know you can be my sweet princess." he said softly, "you can be so good for me." he cupped your face and brought it closer to his now exposed cock. and you took that as permission to start to suck him off.

your wrapped your lips around his cock and started to move your head quickly, mindful of your teeth. you whimpered and felt heat curled in your gut as you gave him head.

you had to be mindful of your teeth or toto would give your behind a good few slaps. you groaned against his cock and felt the spit on your chin as you tried to get the tip the back of your throat.

"i know you can be good for me. i spend a lot to keep you happy, princess." he shifted in his seat as you took him to the root. your eyes closed and he groaned, "you're meant to look pretty on your knees and let me fuck you."

he continued to rock your head against his cock, feeling your lips on his length. it felt very good.

"i like when you're my princess, when i get to spoil you and make you feel good." he tapped you on the nose, "it's hard do that when you are trying to seduce other men."

you knew that toto spoiled you, he loved how sweet you were to him (when you were good) and he in turn spoiled the daylights out of you. he wanted to make sure that you were well behaved, it was hard to do that when he thought you were being a total slut.

bad, bad girl. his naughty little princess.

he watched you take down his cock like a champ and felt his heart racing in his chest. you felt like a dream about his cock, the shiver slid down his spine and he could feel the throb in his body.

"beautiful." he groaned, "you know how badly i need you, you are such a good girl. but, i can only spoil you when you behave, correct?"

you looked at him and rubbed your thighs together. you nodded with his cock in your throat as you felt the heat in your belly. your cheeks felt stained with a blush as he continued to hit the back of your throat.

spit stained your chin as you tried to keep up with his aggressive pace. the sweat on your back felt noticeable the more you orally pleasured him. the entire feeling left you yearning for more.

you knew that if you behaved then you'd get all the orgasms you needed. you felt the pleasure in your blood as you maintained eye contact with your lover. he moved your head to his liking.

he looked down at you and swallowed, "see, this is how you behave, princess." then gave you a few taps on the face that made your stomach curl with an intense need.

you whined a little and shifted on your knees. you held onto his strong thighs. toto was big in so many ways, he practically had to bend down to kiss you, his cock always felt too big in your pussy and even bigger in your throat. those large hands could do some damage when they landed on your backside. you were so small compared to him, and he loved that.

after all, you were his princess.

you whined around his cock once more and felt it shoved into your throat. you felt tears in your eyes as his pace got more aggressive, he knew he was going to cum.

"finally behaved for me."

you felt warmth in your gut from his compliment. he could be so sweet to you, even when he was choking you with his cock.

he pushed the tip as far as it would get and came down your throat. you almost choked on it cum down your throat, you whimpered and felt your eyes sting. when he let go of your head, you sputtered and coughed. your chest was heaving as he looked at you.

"daddy."

he licked his lips and said, "i know, princess. i know it is hard for girls like you to behave. you need a strong hand to guide you. my stupid little schatzi." he chuckled and little before he grabbed a hold of you to put you onto his lap.

his softening, leaky cock was pressed against your behind. be careful there princess don't him excited or you'll be spending the rest of your time in italy between the sheets <3

[ashwhowrites]

Hi there, lovely!

Your requests are open again - just in time for this idea I had! FemReader and Eddie has recently gotten together but they haven't done much outside some heated make out sessions. Eddie thinks she isn't ready and doesn't want to pressure her, while reader is trying to hold herself back because her previous boyfriend told her that it was 'unbecoming' for girls to as horny as she was (like, she wanted sex three times a day and loved to give oral and showed it, etc) but then when Eddie comes to her place he walks in on her masturbating with a dildo and at first he's hurt, thinking that she doesn't want to have sex with him - that he is the problem; but then they have a little talk where she explains why she's been holding back and ever since he came into her life she's been needing her dildo more than ever and Eddie is like "well, why don't we give your dildo a rest and you let me take care of my little nymphomaniac and show her how happy I am that she wants me so much." (Pun intended!)

Passionate smut follows :)

If this ain't me.....

The smut is very short so I apologize about that <3 it's all I could get out of myself the past two days

Needy

Y/N and Eddie were at the same spot in their relationship, they just didn't know that. She wanted nothing more than to take the next step and have sex. He made her world spin just from making out, and that led her mind to run wild with what he could make her feel like if they did more. But a moment from her past held her back. She used to be very open with how sexually driven she was and wasn't embarrassed to admit how often she could be horny. She thought any man would love that, but she was wrong. Her ex-boyfriend spoke out about how he didn't like that about her. She was too horny all the time, his words. She pawed at him and didn't let him breathe, his words. She was always ready for more and wanted to please anyone she was with. She loved giving oral sex, it was something she enjoyed. She enjoyed the praise she got from making someone else feel good. She was fine if it wasn't always about her, something else she thought a man would love. But her ex made her insecure. Eddie was sex on legs. He was very attractive and the way he carried himself had her on her knees. But she didn't want to scare him off like she did with her ex. She didn't want to be too much for Eddie.

Eddie was ready for the next step, but she seemed closed off. He could see it in her eyes that she was so close to snapping and devouring him, yet she never did. He had a feeling she might be scared and preparing herself for sex and he didn't want to rush it. He didn't care if he got blue balls for years on end, he'd wait until she was ready for him.

Eddie hummed as he ran up the stairs into Y/N's bedroom. The key to her house was tucked back into his pocket. He saw the door cracked open, and moaning sounds coming from the room. Eddie slowly opened the door, taking in the view of his girlfriend on all fours on her bed, sliding a thick pink dildo into her cunt. Eddie felt his jeans tighten around his cock, her eyes closed as she moaned out. He was stuck in place, staring at her wet cunt sucking in the toy. She was fucking herself fast, and he could see the marks on her skin. She liked it fast and rough. Just the way Eddie likes it.

But she seemed so desperate and horny. Why wouldn't she turn to him?

"EDDIE!" she screamed when she spotted him standing in the doorway. She hid the dildo under her pillow, covering her body with her blankets.

The way she hid from him hurt his feelings even worse. She didn't look like a virgin, the way she touched herself showed him she knew exactly how she liked it. Why did she hide it from him? Was he the problem?

"I thought you were too shy or scared to be sexual with me, but you don't seem shy. " He observed the rest of her bed. A vibrator and towel on top of her covers. The towel was soaked, and Eddie figured from multiple orgasms. "Do you just not want to have sex with me? You knew I was coming over, if you felt horny why didn't you just wait to let me help?" She felt her stomach sink at the hurt tone in his voice.

"Eddie, yes I do want to have sex with you. That's not an issue!" She was fast to explain. She felt her skin blush when he sat next to her, she grabbed the towel and chucked it to the floor.

"Then what's going on?" He asked, she sat up but kept the blanket to her chest.

As she went into every detail of her past, Eddie listened. He understood more and more why she never pushed things into a sexual direction.

"Well, why don't we give your little dildo a rest, and you let me take care of you? Show you just how excited I am that you want me so fucking bad." He whispered into her ear, his hand grabbing hers, trialing it down his body until he held her hand against his cock. She moaned as she felt how hard he was under his jeans.

She nodded breathlessly as he stripped off his clothes. His naked body looked perfect under the soft light from her lamp. He pulled back the blanket, admiring her naked body. He crawled on top of her, holding her hip as he pushed him into her. She gasped as his cock filled her up, she gripped his shoulders as he slid in and out.

Her head was thrown back, his mouth on her neck as he edged her closer. She was about to cum when he walked in, and she could feel the orgasm building inside of her. His fingers rubbed her clit as he bit her neck, his cock pounding into her, her headboard slamming against the wall.

"What about you?" She said, going to sit up but Eddie pushed her back down.

It didn't take long for her to cum all over his cock, her moans right in his ear as she pushed his ass to keep his side of her. Her head spun and everything went black. She took her time to get her breathing under control. He slid out of her, not worrying about his orgasm as he kissed her face.

"This was about you." He said, but she shook her head. Pushing him back as she crawled up his legs, and took his cock down her throat.

Eddie was happy to show her that he'd never turn her away.

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[demiesworld]

HE (AIN'T) MY MAN! | choso kamo

☆— synopsis: choso is the emo kid at their college and is in a secret relationship with popular reader. it's been bugging him lately that they have to keep their relationship on the low. so he thinks it's time to put an end to that.

☆— contents: nsfw, rough sex, mean!choso, bratty!reader, size kink, spanking, unprotected sex, p in v, orgasm denial, dirty talking, degradation kink, mention of drug use (weed), big dick choso, dumbification, doggy style, cervix fucking, sub!reader, dom!choso, just the usual filth

☆— notes: i got the inspiration for the smut from kentheman "not my n*gga" originally i had wrote this with gojo in mind, but gojo bby is too overrated rn so i decided to write smth with my bby girl choso. i wrote this with a black reader in my mind, but the reader is not described as black. so yeah sit back and let's get some coochies popping.

"You want to act like you're so tough?"

His large inked hands slapped on your round ass cheeks the flesh stinging right after his cruel slap to your skin.

"You want to play like you're the one running shit?"

Again his hands smacked you on your ass and you squealed before letting out a sharp hiss.

"This is what bitches like you get. Fuck yourself on my dick. Fuck that pussy on this dick, yeeeah, just like that, throw it back."

Choso was kneeling on the bed behind you, his thick and long cock embedded into the warmth of your pussy. Though he wasn't doing the work this time. He wasn't fucking you like he would. It was you that was doing all of the work. You had been at this for a while now, on your hand and knees, throwing your ass back on Choso's dick. As he sat there doing nothing to help you out. Not even the whimpers of you complaining about your knees getting weak nudged him to move. He was just kneeling there watching as his dick would disappear into your heat then reappear coated by the slick of your pussy. Your ass recoiling at each pathetic plunge you made.

What happened for you to end up in this position?

Earlier you were at the mall with your group of "friends", girls that Choso didn't like because they weren't your true friends just a group of followers, when it happened. You were in the food court at the mall with them when one of them spotted Choso ordering himself food.

"Hey Y/N isn't that Somo?" One of them says out loud and points to Choso's back facing you four.

Did he mention that your friends were kind of stupid? A bunch of dumb bitches that only had one braincell among the group (the one braincell being you).

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at your friend. "His name is Choso, girl, and yeah that's him. Why you so worried about him for?"

"Because it's like... I've been noticing that every time we are out with you Choso is always like around. Like when we're at school, out having lunch, or meetups like this." The first friend said to explain her concern.

A second friend spoke up, "Yeah girl it's like he stalkin' you or sum."

The third one joked, "Y'all must be dating if he be popping up whenever you be out."

You slam your drink down on the table, your sudden irritation confusing the girls, and you spat, "I am not dating that... loser." You say with conviction.

But that loser is the one that drives you to your destinations. The same loser who you suck off in his black Hellcat. The loser that you tell to drop you off just a block away because you don't want to be seen with the "emo kid" of your college campus. Who was the loser in this?

Besides you told Choso a week ago to stop lurking about when you are out with your "friends" due to this situation like now. They point out things that are in fact true, but you can't let them know it is because you want to keep your relationship with Choso secret. For one thing that you wanted to keep your reputation.

Today that was going to end though. It started when your friends kept pressuring you into proving that you and Choso weren't dating at the mall. Their words were getting your mind, so you shot up from your chair and headed over to the table Choso was occupying by himself. The table just four tables away from yours, but your group of fakes had a front row seat.

"Why are you following me around?"

Choso was half-way to take a bite out of his burger when you appeared next to him. Your arms on your hips, eyes narrowed at him, and a scowl on your lips. He looked up at you with a shake of his head and scoffed at your attitude, "What are you talking about?"

You got up in his face and accused him, "You've been following me around at this mall all day. My friends told me you've been doing that."

"Friends? You mean those dumb bitches that you let hang around you? Those friends?"

Your voice lowered to a whisper for him to hear, "Just act like you're gonna leave and-"

"No."

You stood there shocked when you heard Choso say that word. It was a word that you weren't used to hearing from him. You could feel that something had switched especially when Choso stood up to his feet. His figure towering above you as you had to tilt your head up to look at him and he lowered his eyes to look down at you.

"B-baby just act-"

"I said no. Did you not fucking hear me?" He took a hold of your wrist and held it tight. "I'm getting real tired of acting like we're ain't a couple when you know for a fact we are. That shit is ending today." He dragged you over to your table and gathered the bags of clothes, makeup, and perfumes from clothing brands that you bought.

Your friends were all surprised to see Choso holding onto your wrist so firmly, especially when you and him were supposedly "not" together.

The first friend from before asked nervously, "H-Hey where are you taking Y/N you creep?" She had stood up from her chair as if she was going to try something.

"She's going home with me, and you sit your ass down. You're not about to get into the middle of this." He glared at her, waiting for her to sit down and when she did he looked back at you. "You're done hanging out with these group of whores."

Choso and you left the mall and got into his car to head back to his apartment. On the way there it was quiet. You didn't say a word to him, scared that if you do it could cause a bigger punishment for you. When he pulled into the parking lot of his building, usually Choso would open the car door for you, but this time he didn't. He just walked up towards the staircase of his apartment door leaving you to sit in the car with a angry look on your face. You shot out the car and slammed his car door, hoping he heard it, as you left your shopping bags and stomped to his apartment. Choso was unlocking the door with his keys when you were coming up the staircase. Just as you were going to enter right behind him he shut the door behind him and you growled from his rude behavior.

You opened the door and slammed it shut, remembering to lock it, before you storm into the living room where your boyfriend sat lighting up an unfinished blunt he rolled that morning.

"What the fuck Choso?! You didn't see me walking behind you?!"

He didn't answer you. He just inhaled the smoke of the weed and blew it out through his nose. His legs were spread on the sofa. You were standing across from him, just the coffee table separating you both.

"Oh I get it, you're mad because I got up in your face at the mall isn't it? I was trying to tell you to just act like you were going to leave and not show up around again, but you weren't listening to me! If anything, it should be me that is supposed to be mad! Not you! You don't have no reason to be mad Choso!"

By the time you were finished with your little monologue, Choso had put out the blunt (now a roach) he was smoking. He looked at you with an expression that you couldn't define. His dark brown eyes were heavy-lidded, his full lips were in a straight line, and jaw clenched. You wanted to say he looked angry, but at the same time you didn't feel it.

"Are you done?" You go to open your mouth, but he raised his hand to stop you from yammering. "You," He pointed a finger at you, "Did not hear a word I said to you at the mall didn't you? What I told your ass went in the ear and out the other ear didn't it?" Choso stood up from the couch and took off his shirt. "Take your clothes off. I'm gonna teach you a lesson tonight princess."

Now here you were on your knees and slamming your hips against Choso's as you fucked yourself on his dick. Your nails were digging into his bed sheets and needy moans left your mouth. The room was getting hot since you were sweating while throwing your hips back.

He had told you in the midst of this not to cum on his dick. You were working hard not to do that, but with the way his dick kept prodding at your sweet spot it was getting impossible for follow his directions.

Choso slapped his hand on your right ass cheek when he felt you clenching around him. "Don't you dare fucking cum on my dick. You cum when I fucking tell you to bitch. You got that?" You nod your head, and he smacked you on your ass again. "Huh?"

"Yes! Yes! B-baby please, pleeeease, fuck, I'm sorry! 'M so- so fucking sorry!" You wail out and your knees tremble causing you to collapse on the bed. Choso's dick popped out of your pussy wetly, and he watched as you wriggled on the bed trying to lift your hips back up to take him back inside of you. "B-baby c-can you- put it back in please?"

"Do it yourself. You don't need me right?"

You whine and shake your head, "No! No baby! I do need you!"

His hand slaps you on your ass causing a moan to leave from you. "Then do it yourself."

Fuck he was being so mean to you. You panted heavily as you lifted your hips up from the bed and reached behind to grab the base of his cock. A lewd squelch could be heard when his fat tip entered your pussy followed by your head tilting back and a long moan to escape.

"Fuuuuuck! Fuuc- baby please," You squeeze your eyes shut, and had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. You looked back at him, drool coming out of your mouth as you slurred, "Please can you fuck me now baby? Can you fuck me? Please baby? I want your dick so b-bad!"

Choso's lips crack into a grin and he hovers above your smaller body. His large hand comes up to your neck where he gently squeezes it in his palm. You tilt your head back and moan when Choso's hips slowly move forward till you can feel the head touching your cervix. You gasp and shudder, biting down on your bottom lip whilst curling your toes. He teasingly rolls his hips in slow wide circles emitting whines from you.

"Hmm... you want me to fuck you?" He murmurs into your ear, and you just rapidly nod your head. A hand coming up to hold the inked hand on your neck. "You want this dick to fuck you like the dumb bitch you are?" You nod your head again, looking at Choso with unfocused glossy eyes. "Then after this, we're not gonna be secret anymore right?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, y-yes, yes, just please fuck me baby."

Choso tightens his grip on your neck and it forces a gasp out of you. He stops rolling his hips just after he whispers, "Then you better hold on to something." You scramble to grab the pillow at the headboard, and your boyfriend laughs. That pillow was going to be no support in keeping you from bouncing away from his dick. Whatever then.

"Arch that back for me, just like that, hold it right there."

As soon as you got the pillow in your clutches, Choso quickly snaps his hips onto the curve of your ass. His heavy balls slapping onto your clit as your cum was splattering on his pelvic bone. You choked on a moan as you felt his fat cock ramming right into your cervix and causing your eyes to go cross. You let out soft grunts while your boyfriend fucked you like an animal from behind.

"FFF-FUCK! FUCK! BABY! B-BAB-BYYYY!!" You squeal, writhing on the bed and making an attempt to run from it.

Choso wasn't having none of that. He lets go of the front of your neck and pulls your hips back to his own.

"Nuh-uh. None of that," He mutters and slaps you on your ass. "None of that shit. This what you wanted right? This what you wanted right?" He was repeating the question to you, but you were too high off of his dick to answer him. "Lay here and take it. Take it, take it, take all of it." Choso held you by the back of your neck now with one hand, the other one gripping onto the flesh of your hip. Your boyfriend's mouth kisses you behind your ear and he husks, "I don't wanna hear you say you can't take it." A groan follows.

You whimper pathetically into the pillow beneath you, tears staining the fabric mixed with drool coming out of your mouth. "Cum, g'na c-cum! 'm gonna cum!"

He leans his muscular body off of yours. With his hand still holding you by the back of your neck, Choso pounds his hips away, directly bullying his cock into your cervix. His voice was saying, "You wanna cum? Cum on this dick. Cum for me. Cum on it." Your moans escalate into higher pitches and transition into shrill screams of indescribable pleasure.

"Sssshit! Baby! Baby! Ohhh fuuuck!" Your walls tighten around Choso's dick and he still doesn't stop fucking you. He keeps thrusting forward into your heat, helping you ride out your orgasm, while he chases after his own. You whine when Choso never quits in rocking his hips back and forth he's purposefully trying to overstimulate you. "Come on baby p-please -hic- please!"

Your boyfriend shushes you gently and he places a hand over your mouth. A whimper leaves from your mouth, but you're forced into silence when he speeds up and adds more strength into his thrusts. His body is practically moving you up on the bed, to the headboard, when you grip the tufted upholstery for support. You scream into his hand and he chuckles at you; his lips kissing your cheek.

"I know baby, I know, just listen to that. Yeeeeaah. Listen to how wet that pussy sounds. Hng, fuck baby, I didn't want to do to this, but - fuck - those dumb bitches you call friends, ha, they shouldn't have gassed you up." You cry out behind his hand as more tears roll down your cheeks in thick hot streams. Choso doesn't relent when you sob underneath him. Instead the tears egg him on, "Don't. Ever. Let. Another. Stupid. Bitch. Gas. You. Up." He was pounding into you with each word. You claw your nails at his arm, begging for him to stop and let you take a break. He pants against your neck and then growls when he feels his balls tighten up.

"I'm gonna cum in your pussy, and when I do this - shit - this relationship ain't gonna be secret no more."

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Hm!"

He chuckles dryly and groans, "I'll take that as a yes. Ooh, fuck, shit, I'm gonna cum." Choso lets go of your mouth finally and grabs a hold of your hips. He plunges himself back and forth in rhythm to his words, "I'm gonna paint, these, fucking, w-walls!" He stills his hips when he releases his hot cum right into your womb. You roll your eyes to back of your head and shudder as an intense orgasm crashes over your body. Choso's chest rises and falls in tune to his heavy breathing. His shoulder-length black hair sticking to his sweat-covered face and the black line across his nose smeared due to the perspiration.

His softening cock slowly pulls out of your abused pussy with a wet "pop" and your hole gushes with a mixture of his cum and yours. It trickles out onto his bed and down your thighs and folds. The sight of it is fucking filthy, but it was just enough to put his claim on you as his girl.

BONUS...

"Girl we haven't seen you in almost three weeks!"

"What the hell happened to you? Why are you wearing that?"

"What did Choso do to you?"

Your old friends had found you at the college campus after not contacting them in three weeks. You had been recovering from the punishment that Choso put you through and adapting to being true to yourself and not being a leader to these fake friends of yours.

You look at all three of them and said, "Nothing happened to me, I just had an epiphany. I'm wearing this because I'm not going to be leading you guys around anymore. And whatever Choso did to me it is none of your business."

As you go to walk past them but the first friend grabbed you by your wrist. "Y/N! You can't just leave us like that. We're friends! I thought you said Choso wasn't your man anyways!"

You snatch your wrist away from her, "Choso..." Your eyes look around the empty hallway for him, but you didn't see him. Which was fine, you didn't need him to have to courage to say, "Choso is my man. He's been my man since XX. He's not a loser like all of y'all dumb bitches."

One of them emphasized, "Dumb bitches?"

"Yeah, dumb bitches." A deeper voice appeared from behind you, and an inked arm with your name tatted on it slung over your shoulder. "These bitches bothering you baby?" Choso asked you as he glared at the three fake friends.

You shake your head and look up at him contently smiling, "No they're not baby. Not anymore."

Choso cupped his hand underneath your chin and hotly kissed you in front of the trio. He smiles in approval, and hums, "Good girl."

☆ — notes: WWHEEWWW CHILEEE.... i need me a man like choso to put me in my place. i mean like- if i get me a man that can treat me like a queen but fuck the attitude outta me i would be happy y'all. i would. ANYWAYS lmk what you think! ♡♡♡

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Marvel Sing For You - Chapter One of Two

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: When she sings she heals anyone around, she joined the Avengers as their official healer. And Steve asks her to heal Bucky.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 909

Music was my thing, it calmed me, and healed others. My entire life, wherever I sung, people around me felt calm too, I could stop arguments by humming, it was my gift. 

Not only did I have the calming effect, I could also heal with my vocal cords, it's what I did for a living, all throughout New York, I was known for healing as I sung. It felt wonderful to help people, however it wasn't all wonderful. 

I occasionally had people scream at me to sing for them, if I didn't sing people would become hostile, sometimes I would be suck for hours singing for so many people in public. 

Eventually Tony Stark offered me a job with the Avengers, as their official healer, I worked alongside with them and it was amazing. I even got my very own suite in the Avengers Tower, a place where I could be safe and relaxed, a place where I could sing and dance to my hearts content. 

When I first started working for the Avengers, it was exhausting, they would be gone for a mission for days, sometimes weeks, and when they came back, tired and hurt from all the work they had been doing, they all gathered into the training room, and I would sing for them. Tony had even built me a stage, so I could actually perform for them, and heal their wounds with my voice. 

Sometimes I would have to go out into the battle with them, I was trained to fight and heal at the same time, overall, I was happy. I loved helping people.. That's why I told Steve I'd help with his friend. 

I was in the kitchen on the morning I met him, I was making a coffee when I heard Steve cough behind me, I twirled around smiling, to see Steve standing there, in his Captain America uniform, Tony and Natasha were to the side of him, and on the other side was a man, who looked as buff as Steve, he looked darker, dirtier.

"Hey kid" Tony smiled to me, he motioned to the breakfast bar, I nodded and quietly copied them, each of us sitting on the chairs. My eyes met the man's eyes, he looked so sad, so broken. 

"Y/N, this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/N" Steve spoke slowly to Bucky. I had only heard Bucky's name once, Steve had told me he lost him. I was beyond confused. 

"We'll be ok" Steve smiled to Nat and Tony, and they left. I couldn't look away from Bucky, I could feel his pain, his sorrow. The one downfall of my power, I could always feel what everyone was feeling. It's why I loved helping, I loved making the pain go away. I had never known pain like Bucky's. 

"I can feel his pain" I whispered, Bucky's eyes widened at me. 

"Can you fix him?" Steve asked desperately. 

"Yes, but it might take a while.." I explained "Does he know how I heal?" I asked, I had a feeling if I suddenly started singing it would freak him out. 

"He knows" Steve smiled sadly, he lifted a hand to gently pat Bucky's shoulder, which make Bucky flinch so hard I felt myself flinch. 

"I'm going to leave, let you do your thing" Steve smiled "5 minutes, that's how long I'll be gone" He explained, I nodded and watched him leave. 

I turned my eyes back to Bucky, his eyes were on his hands, which were resting on the table. I stood up slowly, which got Bucky's attention, I wasn't sure he would even talk to me. 

"Bucky" I whispered, his sad eyes were looking into mine, watching what I was doing, as I stepped closer to sit on the chair next to his, I felt the pain intensify. 

"Is this ok?" I ask, my knees close to his, he turned his body to face mine, he nodded warily. 

"Do you know what's going to happen?" I asked, he shook his head to say no, I nodded and took a deep breath, his eyes were still trained on mine. 

"My power Bucky, it's weird, I'll sing and you'll feel the music.. my voice flowing through you veins, it's very personal, you'll feel me completely" I explain, he nodded to let me know he understood and then he coughed, clearing his throat. 

"Y/N, please" He whimpered, I nodded, it hurt knowing how much he was hurting. I felt how much he was hurting, only I could feel. 

I drew in a deep breath, closed my eyes and started to sing. I sung softly, and gentle. I felt my song reach towards him, and I heard him gasp. I've been told it feels weird at first, feeling someone else's voice. It wasn't normal, it felt weird, I had never tried healing someone this hurt. 

It felt different, like it was draining me more than usual, it was exhausting, I kept singing, but I felt dizzier and more lightheaded with each word. 

Steve came back into the room once I had stopped singing, I suspected he had been listening. 

"How do you feel Bucky?" He asked, and Bucky shrugged. 

"Better I guess" He muttered, I hopped off the chair and Steve had to catch me as I wobbled. 

"It will take a few tries Steve" I smiled weakly, I hobbled over to the couch and closed my eyes, a nap would be good. 

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Toji Fushiguro x F! Reader

Desc: You were one of his clients' wives. Your husband spent all of your money on hiring Toji that he didn't have enough to pay him after the job.

CW: "Cheating," Breeding Kink, Exhibition, Cuckold, Degradation, Praise, Size Kink, possible non-con if you squint, dacraphilya if there's anything I missed, do tell! (Maybe OOC Toji)

When your husband told you about his grave mistake of hiring Toji Fushiguro to kill one of his enemies, you could have killed him then and there.

The two of you had been having money troubles recently and you finally understood why, the problem was, that when you hired Toji, there was an overall fee, he'd get half of it when you hired him, and the other half after the job was finished.

Your idiot husband knew this and spent all of your life savings on only half of the price, expecting to make the other half before Toji finished the job, He didn't.

Toji was not a kind man, but out of some kind of stroke of luck, he allowed your husband one more week to collect the money before he'd be back to get it, the week was generous for the man. But it wasn't enough.

That's what led you here, naked on your bed with a man that wasn't your husband stripping infront of you. Your husband, was sitting in the corner, his eyes filling with tears as he stared at Toji's body.

"I told you man, you had one week, you knew the consequences." Your anger was directed more at your husband, he was the one that got you two into this mess after all, and you didn't know why he needed someone to be killed anyway. Toji was near laughing the entire time as he thought of the rules to this game he was playing with your husband.

"I'll spend one hour fucking your wife." He paused for a moment, watching the hope on your husband's face light up a little. "But for every time she cums on my cock, I'll add another hour, and when she holds out for a whole hour, your debt to me will be paid, yeah?" Toji looks between the two of you. "Of course, I can just.. kill you instead." Your husband shook his head violently and trembled under Toji's gaze.

Toji looked to you, making sure that you were alright with it. He knew you had no part in it, which was the only reason he waited for a small nod.

When you did. He laughed a little and admired your body for a second, licking his scarred lips. "Your innocent, right?" He was mocking you but you nodded a little, hoping that you would be able to hold out for the hour so that you two could get this done and over with.

With a flick of Toji's fingers you got onto your knees, waiting for him to pull his pants down. You gasped, your jaw dropping at the size of him, much bigger than your husband who had the same reaction. Toji looked over to your husband, spitting out laughter again as he gently grabbed your face and put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

You tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as possible but as you tried to wrap your fingers around his shaft you found that you weren't able to wrap them all the way around.

Your mind was filled with perverted thoughts, about how well he might fuck you and how wet you had gotten when you first met him, every part of him apparently is huge, his shoulders, his arms and legs, admittedly when your husband had made love with you that night, your mind kept slipping to Toji.

Toji smirked at your eagerness, though he couldn't tell if you just wanted to get it over with, your head bobbing as you tried to fit more and more of him in your mouth as your hands twisted and stroked his cock. "She's good at this." He breathed out, talking to your husband.

You flushed pink, you had forgotten about the man you had vowed your life to was just in the corner, watching as you sucked Toji's cock. You slowed down a little, only for Toji to grab the back of your head and force himself down your throat. He pulled you away with a loud pop as your mouth hung open, your spit dribbling to the floor as your swollen lips beckoned him back inside your mouth.

"Not yet baby." He picked you up too effortlessly and plopped you down on the bed, getting down onto his knees and observing your pussy. "She's wet." He told your husband.

You tried to close your thighs around him but one of his hands came up to hold it in place, observing your sopping pussy for a few more seconds before his thumb grazed against your clit. You bit your lip, you didn't want either of them know how much the small touch from Toji felt so good, but Toji could tell by the way your cunt tightened around nothing.

He moved his thumb that had been making small, lazy circles around your clit and replaced it with his tounge, he sucked on it lightly first, watching as your face turned even redder and your eyes rolled back into your head.

Then he started to move his tounge, you could tell he was moving it in some kind of pattern but what you hadn't expected was him to be spelling something. The way he was moving was making it hard for you to focus, each stroke of his tounge causing an electric pulse to run up your spine. T you could make out. O was easy, J then I. You moaned when you figured out what he had been spelling. T-O-J-I, the cocky bastard was spelling his name out on your clit.

He laughed against your cunt, at the loud moan that escaped your pretty mouth, you looked over to your husband who had one of his hands rested on his crotch, rubbing it gently.

Toji glanced over to the clock, it had already been 5 minutes since you two started, but there was no way he was risking you not cumming before the hour was up. He slipped two of his thick fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out, slowly, at first, but then he sped up, his tounge spelling his name out even faster as his fingers curled up inside of you. And before you knew it, your orgasm was bubbling inside of you, your toes curling as the cord inside you snapped. "O-Oh! Fuck!" You moaned loudly as you gripped onto Toji's hair, his fingers not yet slowing as his tounge began spelling out his last name as well. T-O-J-I F-U-S-H-I-G-U-R-O, then again T-O-J-I F-U-S-H-I-G-U-R-O. Your back arched off of the bed trying to escape his mouth as he spelled his entire name again T-O-J-I F-U-S-H-I-G-U-R-O.

"Fuck, your wife's a little whore." The both of you glanced over to your husband who had stripped himself of his pants and was now stroking his cock, watching as Toji bent you in half, staring down at your swollen pussy.

"You want my cock babe?" You bit your lip, nodding quickly. Looking down at his size you didn't know if it would fit inside you.

Toji licked his lips and held his cock, tapping it on your clit, watching as you jumped then slipped his tip inside you. Your eyes rolled back into your head, wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down into your chest, feeling as his teeth nipped at your breast's.

He slowly pushed himself further in you, his thick cock stretching you out as your husband watched helplessly from the- corner? When you looked to the corner your husband was supposed to be in, it was empty, the chair moved as well.

You looked over to the side, finding that your husband was now right behind Toji, watching as his cock practically split you open. Toji noticed your attention slip from him and slammed his hips into yours, his cock stretching you wide. Your eyes popped open wide and a loud, moan (nearly scream) ripped through your body, he twitched inside of you, liking the sound of your pain as you panted heavily.

"Can't let you get distracted baby." You nodded, because that's all you could do as he slowly started rocking his hips, your own hips beginning to ache at the way he had you folded.

"Fuck please please please move." You begged him, moving your hips, hoping it would help a little with the burning of your pussy.

He did as you asked, bucking his hips into yours, not moving as much as you wanted, tears of pain and understimulation began falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. "Oh my, you really want my cock don't you, pretty?" You nod desperately, biting your lip as he kisses away your tears and pulls halfway out to pound into you again, his cock was so big it grazed against your g-spot every time he moved, nearly kissing your cervics everytime he bottomed out. His big, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his pace began speeding up.

"Fuck!" You moaned as one of his hands wrapped around your thigh and began playing with your clit ad he continued plowing your pussy. The only thing that had pulled you away from the numbness rising up your body was your husband's moans, he was fucking his cock with his hand, trying to move the same pace as Toji's cock that was fucking you stupid, your eyes rolling back into your head as his fingers sped up their pace on your clit. "That's it, be a good girl and come for me." You kept glancing at your husband but every time you did, your eyes would roll their way back into your skull. You bit down on his meaty shoulder as you came again, this time squirting around his cock, his speed not faltering. "Gunna fuck a baby into you, yeah? You gonna be a- fuck- a good- girl and hold my baby?"

"Y-Yes- Yesss yess Toji please-" You moaned, licking the wound your teeth had made on his shoulder, you looked to find that your husband had cum as well, but before you got too enthralled with what was going on with your husband, long, thick ropes of Toji's cum painted the inside of your pussy white as he moaned right into your ear, driving you over the edge a third time this night.

Toji pulled out for a moment, letting your legs fall down to the bed, he spread them wide once more and scooped the cum that had seeped out of your swollen pussy and pushed it back into you with his fingers.

"That's another.. three hours I have with her." Toji reached over to his phone and added three more hours to the timer, turning around to your husband who was just as fucked out as you, and winked.

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jealousy, jealousy | cjh

pairing: choi jongho x reader AU: modern au word count: 3k ATEEZ as angst tropes series: Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

masterlist

Trope: Jealousy 

"Who is he?"

Twisting the knob of the kitchen tap, she wiped her wet hands on the hem of her shirt, too tired or bothered to even look for the tea towel. Her twelve-hour shift had fatigued her massively, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep at least for the next day or two. After all it was a Friday night and whilst a majority of her friends were out at bars, cinemas and restaurants enjoying their youth here she was, stood in her small, but tidy, kitchen staring at a WhatsApp chat screen with...Seo-Jun from Economics class in college? Exhaling, she brushed past Jongho trudging tiredly towards the steps to their shared bedroom. "Excuse me, Madam, I asked a question. Who is he?" Jongho, hot on her heels as she walked up the staircase. Huffing she turned around on the step, leaning against the banister for support.

"Seo-Jun is Wendy's husband. We used to study together in college. He wanted to meet up so we could buy her a present for her birthday. Are you satisfied now?" Stomping up the stairs, she stalked into their bedroom slipping into the covers before aggressively jerking the blanket over her head. A minute later, she felt the bed beneath her dip- the figure radiating an alleviating warmth as he rested his hand on her waist gently pulling her closer to him. Reclining his face in the crook of her neck, he placed a chaste kiss-to which she immediately neglected her morals; turning around to ensnare her hands around his neck.

"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't know." he mumbled.

"You do this every time, Jongho." Frankly, his insecurity was exhausting her. Like a vampire sucking on her blood, draining her body until it was a cold and empty corpse. How many times did she have to reassure that her heart beats for him and him alone? She adored him, he was the reason she looked forward to coming home after a strenuous mundane job- but when he was wrought with insecurity, consistently pining allegations of infidelity against her it hurt. And she had been hurt so many times throughout her life, a victim of poor parenting left to fend for herself. Tie her own shoelaces, take herself to school, earn her own money to buy her own music albums, her own books, her own clothes. I'm not dead, you can ask me to help you, her mother had forever claimed. But where are you when I need you? Then came along Jongho.

"I know you can do it, but let me do it for you anyway." He proclaimed as he went to his knees to tie the laces to her shoes, shrouding her shoulders with her coat, handing her bag and keys as she left for work every morning. Jongho loved as if he were breathing, as if he didn't he would be deprived of oxygen; she loved him the same way too. Yet a feeling of dread fulfilled her when he acted in this manner. He acted as if she had betrayed his trust a million times before; his sanity was hanging by a thread pleading her to stay and choose him over any other man. How outlandish of him.

"I'm sorry." he repeated, snuggling further into her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair. They had to talk about this. Not tomorrow and certainly not the day after that.

"Get up dear, we have to talk." Fearfully, Jongho perked his head up heart dropping in his chest. Synchronously the couple sat up, encasing his hands within hers. "My love, I have never once accused you of cheating on me the same way that you have throughout our relationship. You can rummage through my phone, fine, I have nothing to hide from you. But you can't claim every man that I talk to, to be someone I'm cheating on you with." Whilst Jongho had been her first love, she was not his. He had been lied to, taunted and betrayed in every relationship he had that every time he found someone as caring and loving as the woman in front of him, he became sceptical of their actions. There had to be a catch, but she had been the first woman to prove him wrong.

"I know. I just- you know that my exes have hurt me before, it’s second nature to think there's someone out to get me." He might as well have just shot her stone-cold dead in that moment, she ignored the pang of hurt that resolved within her-gulping the lump in her throat. Was it really worth continuing to reason with him the way that she always did?

"We've been together for three years. Am I still not enough for you?"

"And I was with Jin Ae for five years-" she flipped over in the bed, facing her back towards him tugging the blanket back over her head again. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as his words were cut short, with an exasperated huff he rolled his eyes at her childishness.

"Forget it. I'm too tired for this shit." Biting down on her lips to stop it from quivering, her face sunk deeper into the pillow as if it would swallow her whole and free her from the traumalympics that Jongho oh so loved to establish every time she had sat him down to have a serious talk about their relationship. She did this, she did that. When would it stop? When would he stop comparing him to his past lovers, belittling her the point that she thought she couldn’t possibly be enough for Jongho? It was almost as if she was just target practise, someone for him to purge his emotions out on due to her pent up sobriety. Jongho sighed, a few minutes later setting his alarms for the next working day, before settling down to sleep.

"Why's he so fucking insecure for?" she flinched at her best friend's bluntness. Noticing her stunned expression, she grimaced apologising later. "No offence, but...he could cut it out. You're not like that and he should have figured that out by now." Handing her cup of tea, before seating herself down on the sofa. Wendy rested her palm on her baby bump.

"You should watch your words around baby Wendy, otherwise she's going to come out of the womb swearing left, right and centre." Giving her a pointed look, Wendy giggled raising her cup to her lips.

"That's what I keep saying to her!" Seo-Jun shouted from the kitchen. Sending a quick sheepish smile from the doorway, she turned around, her body spun with terror.

"I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing I will say will convince him." Wendy nodded slowly, knowing that if she was in her friend's position she would have left Jongho by now. Did it not feel suffocating being around a man who could not stand it if you were friends with anyone of the opposite sex? Was she just expected to be tied down to him for the rest of her life?

"I think he's worrying about the wrong person. He should be worried about me and you, not you and Seo-Jun." Wendy joked, a melodious laugh escaped from her friend’s lips, easing the anxiety that she was feeling for their relationship. For the first time, she had fallen in love with a man who cared for her in all the ways a woman desired to be cared for. Jongho was everything everyone wanted in a man, but like all men he too had flaws. Had he been picture perfect he would have known to address them rather than project them onto his girlfriend. Wendy reached out to place her palm upon her friend's, "You know what I'm about to say, right? He pulls a stunt like that again, zero tolerance just leave." But I don't want to be lonely. What if I don't find anyone else?

"It's easier said than done." Exhaling a deep sigh, both women leaned back on the sofa head on each other's shoulders dazing into the fireplace. How ironic it was that whilst Wendy's relationship was blossoming hers was sinking as if her feet was trenched in quick sand, dragging her so far under that escape seemed unattainable.

In the subsequent months, the tension in their relationship had reached what seemed to be constant velocity, or at equilibrium. Neither party held a grudge but they weren't exactly talking to each other as much as they usually did. Dates had been minimised but they always ate dinner together, whether it be in silence, and Jongho always dried the dishes while she washed them. Wendy had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, to which she purposefully had dragged Jongho over with her to go congratulate her friend, almost with a bit of spite so he could see how infatuated Seo-Jun was for his wife and new born child. So much so every other woman on earth was blind to him. If only Jongho could see that, and if only he was the same. For when one of Jongho's own close friends threw a dinner party, he had too dragged her along despite the fact she was lethargic from a long week at work. She wondered what would have happened if she did not agree, held her ground stayed at home crumpled into a ball on her bed. As soon as they walked through the door, a breath hitched in Jongho's throat as he sought a familiar figure laughing with a few of his friends.

Jin Ae. His old lover.

She had never seen Jin Ae herself, or met her although Jongho and herself shared the same mutual friends. Though in that moment where she stood next to him, following his line of sight, she understood why it had taken so long for him to detach his soul from hers. Jin Ae was multiple more times more beautiful than herself with an alluring demeanour that captivated everyone's attention in the room. Rubbing her arms nervously, she fixed herself to the corner as soon as the party fell into full swing- watching as her lover draw closer and closer to his ex as if they were the North and South poles of magnet that attracted each other. Did that make her and Jongho the same poles that repelled each other? She could not even recall the last time he had moved so hastily in her direction when she walked through the door. After all, she was tying her own shoe laces again no man, no more, to hand her the keys as she left through the door. No man, no more, to invite her back with open arms, kiss her forehead and ask her how work was as he did before. The bridge to him was collapsing, and she did not know how to fix it; Jongho meeting Jin Ae at this party only seemed to make the bricks crumble faster.

A poke at her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, she craned her neck to meet the eyes of San, his dimpled smile glorifying his plump cheeks holding his arms out wide to embrace an old friend he missed ever so dearly.

“San! How are you?” She chirped, accepting his hug nestling into his warm fluffy jumper, almost forgetting about how snug it felt to hug him.

“I’m great, how are you? Where’s Jongho?” He questioned, scouring around the room only to rest his gaze upon Jongho talking to Jin Ae in the corner of the room- laughing contentedly at something she said.

“I’m great. How’s work been?” And just like that the pair engaged into a boring conversation about their lives, cooing at photos of Wendy’s baby, before finally settling on the topic of their relationships. She swiftly moved the topic from Jongho to San’s relationship status. "So, no lucky girl at home?" He shook his head no, a small wave of sadness washing over him as he did so.

"Sadly, not."

"I wouldn't worry about it too much. A relationship is a big commitment, you 'ought to think about it twice before going into one. Especially if your other half is a big baby." she teased, the pair erupting into a small fit of laughter. Unbeknownst to her, Jongho had been burning holes into San's skull eyeing the way he was standing a little too close to his girlfriend. Truth be told, she hadn't even noticed. She was in a room full of unfamiliar people that having San plastered to her hip provided her with a sense of solace that her lover was unable to give. The way that she laughed at San's jokes, the way that they looked together-as if they were pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. Her and Jongho were pieces that fit to give a convoluted image, you had to separate the puzzle out in order to replicate the desired picture. And her words too. Was he becoming too much for her? Did she not want him anymore?

Clearing his throat, she turned to look at him. A grin forming on her lips, gravitating towards him- feeling a sense of complacency now that he had given her the intentness she was seeking the whole night. Yet the look on his face had dissolved that in second, with a gritted jaw he snatched her hand; jerking her away from her old friend and out of the door before anyone could stop to question his rough actions. Before she could open her mouth to argue, he shot her a harsh stare that silenced her. A sense of panic overwhelmed her, his behaviour terrifying her. Parrying her hand away from his harsh grip, she froze to the ground refusing to follow him further.

"We're not doing this now. Let's talk about this at home like adults." His tone patronising, striking a nerve. The journey home was tense, her shoulders hunched together body pressed tightly against the door as if she was trying to distance herself from him as far as possible. As soon as he parked, she leapt from the car dashing straight to the front door. Entering the home, at last she felt its suffocating atmosphere that had been trapping the airways of her lungs for as long as she had been with Jongho. Tears had threatened to break from its banks, as she realised that she should have listened to her friends long ago, when they told her that Jongho was not the man for her. So blinded by his love, she followed him like his devoted servant bowing to his every command as if, if she departed from him it would not liberate her but rather repress her.

"What on earth were you doing with him?" His cold voice caused her to flinch, as he infiltrated her space.

"We were just talking as friends do."

"You sure? From where I was stood, it looked he was eye-fucking you." Stunned, she looked at him with a gaped mouth.

“For fuck sake Jongho, you really do take things out of proportion. You spent the whole evening talking to your ex and I'm not petty so I left you alone because I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me!” Jongho crossed him arms, shaking her head at her nonchalance. His lover refusing to see things the same way he did.

"You don't get it, do you? San has always liked you. He wanted you, so did I. He's fucking jealous that I got there first." Her heart dropped again, her hands trembling as she wiped the sweat surfacing above her upper lip.

"You only wanted me so you could seem like the bigger man in front of San? 'I'm the better man because I pulled the bitch that you wanted' Is that it?" He opened his mouth, but no sounds escaped his words severed by her candour. Her bottom lip quivered as realisation hit her. Their entire relationship was cultivated on the grounds of Jongho's egotism. Was any of his love bold and true as he always claimed it?

“If you love me, you’ll delete his number.” He announced with nothing else left to say, he was practically scrambling to clean up the mess that he had made.

“What? No!”

“So you don’t love me then.” She could have sworn she felt her heart crack, the pulse slowing as her devotion to him slipped from her hands and shattered to the sinking ground beneath them.

“I can’t do this anymore, I won’t be continuing this relationship.” she blurted, feeling the tightening sensation of his hold dwindle as she pronounced the words carefully.

“Excuse me?"

“I’m breaking up with you.” A heavy silence entered the air, the sounds of their breathing minute. For the first time, in a long time Jongho did not speak, her declaration reaching to the deepest pits of his soul. It wasn’t just a threat either, he could see it in her eyes, in her face. The way she turned to walk up the steps. Shoulders slumping in defeat he fell to the floor, face dug into his palms. Tear glistened in his big brown eyes, letting fatigue overcome him, he transgressed into loud sobs that ached the household. Gradually, she descended the staircase, a small bag slung over her shoulders. He crawled towards her, wrapping his arms around her legs to anchor her in place. To keep her as his forever.

"Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry, my love. I'll change, I'll stop being the way I am. I just didn't want to risk losing you." He begged, tears slipped down her own cheeks; her body wracking in agony.

"You don't understand, Jongho. In trying to keep me, you only lost me." She sunk to her knees, fingers running through his thick, dark locks. God, she would miss playing with his hair on days where he rested his head on her laps. Cupping his cheeks with her palms, his gaze uplifted timidly peering into her own eyes. "I love you, Choi Jongho, but you are not the type of man that knows how to trust. Once you find yourself able to trust another, only then will you be able fall in love again.” For the last time, she pulled herself away from hold, exiting from his home. The slam of door, echoed in the abandoned foyer, his pre-existing soul emptying out into the void beneath his feet.

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if it's not to much to ask could you maybe write period sex for a gn reader? Something sweet and comforting T-T

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Shape of You

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader

CW: Smut, hurt/comfort, fluff, period sex, masturbation (reader receiving), body worship, blood kink, sweet dirty talk, pet names, finger sucking, established relationship, needy Patrick.

SONG REC: Fame on Fire—Shape of You (Rock Cover)

WORDS: ~2.5k

LINKS: [Masterlist], [AO3], [Wattpad].

A/N: Hello nonnie! I hope you like this little piece of writing, I enjoyed every second of working on it!💞 For this fic, I used ax divider by @paintology-the-alien

Starting your period usually sucked, but starting your period at Bateman's apartment felt even worse because you didn't know how he would react if you told him there would be no sex tonight. Would he be angry or even sad? Probably all of that, but the worst part was that the two of you were supposed to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You had wanted to go there for a long time, but Patrick had never been able to find the time. And today, when he finally arranged this "weird date," as he called it, you started having your period and the cramps in your stomach made you curl up on his bed, helplessly clutching a pillow. You didn't even think about how long you'd been lying there, you didn't even have the energy to get up and take some painkillers, all you could think about was how mad and angry Bateman would be when he came home and saw you like this. It was pretty obvious that you wouldn't be able to go out today, not even a chance.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, it became quite dark in the bedroom, the dim light lulling you into a sweet nap that you had been craving all day, considering that in your dream you could finally get some rest from the nagging pain that was making you quite tired.

A soft, almost gentle touch on the top of your head woke you up almost immediately. Blinking in confusion, you looked up to see your lover's beautiful face, and you couldn't really stop yourself from pressing your palm against his cheek. Patrick smiled and let out a sound that was somewhere between a short chuckle and a purr.

"Mmh..." you giggled, watching his plush lips curl at your touch, and tried to pinch his chin, but he caught your hand with ease. "Patty..."

"What's the matter, my sleeping beauty?" He brought your small palm closer, only to leave a light peck on it. "Are you ready for our...little trip into the world of art?"

Rolling your eyes at his feeble attempt to needle you, you sat on your knees, still holding a pillow with your free hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can make it to the museum today."

Bateman stopped for a moment. "What? Why not? Did something happen in my absence?"

"No," you replied curtly, the way he instantly panicked and worried melted your heart. "I just..." you looked down, desperately trying to find the right words to describe your condition. But in the end, it was best to call a spade a spade. "I've started my period, and I've got cramps so fucking severe that I can't even get out of bed."

"Too bad." Was all he said before he leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your cheek and your nose. It was only when he had finished showering your face with little pecks that he finally found your lips and gently pulled you closer, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. The kiss was slow at first, but then evolved into something more demanding as you responded, letting your tongues slide along each other in a lustful dance. "Did you take some pills? Painkillers?"

You shook your head, causing Patrick to tsk in frustration.

"I'll bring you... something then," with that he strolled across the bedroom to disappear around the corner to the bathroom. The man returned in a minute, holding a jar of pills and a bottle of Eveian water. "This is ibuprofen, it'll help."

"Thank you doctor," you chirped and took a pill while Patrick opened a bottle for you, holding it all the way while you drank. "I'm sorry for ruining our plans...I hope you're not mad at me."

Grinning in delight, Patrick brushed the stray curls from your face. "No, I'm not mad at all. Besides, it was you who wanted to go to the museum so badly, so I think of the two of us, you should be the one who's sad that we're not going there."

"Right..."

Slowly, Bateman unbuttoned his jacket and carefully placed it on the bed, where he found your small sketchbook, which he almost immediately picked up with undisguised interest.

"So this is what you were doing while I was at work?" He asked, flipping through the pages and admiring your little sketches. "Mmm...nice anatomy...that looks really nice. Not bad at all."

Slightly embarrassed, you let out an awkward chuckle and turned away, for some reason you didn't want to see him looking through your sketchbook. "Well, thanks for the compliment...I guess?" You wanted to say something else, but instead you could only stifle a groan of pain as another nagging cramp shot through you. "Oh...fuck...I hate it so much."

Seeing you writhing in pain, Bateman closed the sketchbook and put it back on the bed, you didn't even understand what he was about to do, but as he picked you up and carried you bridal style, you hugged his neck and dared to ask a question.

"Where are we going?" 

"To the bathroom," the man replied with radiant confidence, as if he had done it so many times before. But what exactly was he going to do? "A warm bath will help ease your pain, honey. Trust me."

Frowning, you couldn't help thinking that you probably weren't the first partner he'd had who suffered from a painful period, but when you finally entered the bathroom and he put you down on the floor, his hands already working on removing your top and shorts, you forgot about everything. Because the past should be in the past, right?

When Patrick finished undressing you, he quickly turned on the faucet of the bathtub and the water flowed down with a pleasant sound. 

"God, you're so pretty," Bateman murmured suddenly, planting a loving kiss on your shoulder, then bending forward to burrow his nose into your hair; you were glad you'd showered several times already today, because you felt nervous and uncomfortable being intimate with him when your period started. "I think I know more ways to help you with your pain."

There was something playful in his voice, something that made your knees weak and if he did not hold you, you would probably end up splattered on the floor.

"Get in the bath, kitten," he whispered in your ear, his lips teasing the lobe almost imperceptibly. "Want to try some new soaps I got?" Patrick asked, pulling up the sleeves of his blue cotton shirt.

You obeyed and took your place in the warm tub, it felt heavenly. "Would you allow me to use them? I can't believe it." 

"Today," the man sat on the edge of the tub and took a washcloth to soak it in water, then he grabbed the freshly purchased L'Occitane liquid soap. "I'll make an exception." The man poured a handful onto the washcloth and began scrubbing your back so gently you didn't even feel it. As his free hand slid down your chest, you gasped, feeling a building tension at your core. "Spread your legs." 

Oh, shit.

You barely held back a curse, but did as he said anyway, feeling completely at his mercy, and of course he liked it, you knew it as the moment you parted your legs his large palm slid between them, pressing a washcloth and gently rubbing your sensitive spot in a circular motion.

"Mmmh," you closed your eyes and leaned against the marble rim of the tub. "That..."

"Feels good?"

"Absolutely," you replied, letting him have better access to your most sensitive places, his fingers busy touching your throbbing flesh as the washcloth was already forgotten. Shaking, you opened your eyes when he grabbed your neck, not roughly, but quite possessively. "You have very interesting ways...to ease the pain?"

Bateman didn't say anything, just smiled and turned you to look up at him. "I want you to look right at me while I work on this little sweet spot of yours," he wrapped your throat a little tighter, making you gasp, but his mouth silenced any sounds you tried to make. "You like it when I take care of you, darling?"

You nodded as desperately as you could as Patrick slid one of his long fingers inside you, curling it just the way you always liked it. "Ahhh…Pat-Patrick…mhmm!"

"Just look at me," he cooed, brushing his lips against yours, ready to drink in your every little moan, adding another finger, causing your inner muscles to cling to his digits like a vine. "Just like that, my little plaything...just like that."

The eye contact, the sweet dirty talk, the way his fingers moved inside of you—it all drove you crazy, you were afraid of splashing the water out of the tub or on his expensive clothes, but as the man pressed your wet body closer to him, you knew you had both already lost your minds, together.

Catching his hand between your thighs, you made him stop for a second, Patrick curled his eyebrows in a silent question, but you used your mouth as the most eloquent answer, kissing him hard on the lips, spurring him to grab your neck even tighter as he was burning from the inside, as if the blood was boiling in his veins. God, he wanted you so fucking bad.

"Come here," you uttered after tugging at his lower lip. "Please..."

Breathing heavily, Bateman released your neck and stood up quickly to remove his tie, shirt, belt, pants... 

He did it so fast that you didn't even notice how he took a place behind you in the tub, it felt like he had been here from the beginning, his hard dick pressed against your ass, throbbing at the contact, but the man was focused on you, even when he noticed the tiny crimson pools of blood in the waster, he managed to fight his urge to fuck you here and now. After all, this was about you, not him. 

Wrapping his strong arms around you again, he explored your body so agonizingly slowly that you were about to scream with need, each touch calculated to set every nerve end in your system on fire. With your heavy lidded eyes you looked back at him, embraced his neck and without saying a word you quickly got up to mount him, making his thick cock draw between your legs, the friction causing his jaw to clench from the tension in his balls.

With a sly grin, you ran a finger along his parted lips, and before you knew it, Bateman had it in his mouth, sucking on it as if his life depended on it, while his hips idly bucked in a most shamelessly suggestive manner.

"Look at you," you whispered, pushing his finger deeper. "I didn't know blood could turn you on like this."

Patrick moaned as you rubbed your crotch against his, you were as close to falling apart as he was, though you tried to regain some control, not really realizing that you were in the lead now only because HE allowed you to be.

With a graceful move, you took his engorged cock to give it a few strokes before aligning it with your entrance to slowly take it in as you lowered your hips onto his.

"A-awww, fuck," you clawed at his shoulders from how full he made you feel, his hands already holding your waist in a tight ring as you bobbed up and then slowly down, savoring every inch of his girth that stretched you so deliciously. "I love you...I love you so f-fucking much."

Throwing his head back, Patrick barely kept himself from exploding inside you, the warmth and tightness of your inner channel making it so fucking hard for him to hold out any longer, but he did his best for you.

"Ohhh, shit, you're... you're so tight-mmmh," Bateman groaned, his hands digging into the skin of your hips as you picked up the pace, literally bouncing on his dick. "I'm...I'm gonna fill you so...fucking...deep!"

Moan after loud moan, water spilling onto the floor from your feverish movements, the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding against each other drowning out all other sounds as for a moment you thought your heart would pop out of your chest. It was beating so fast that you could hear your pulse drumming in your ears.

"Fuck....I'm cumming...Goshhh," you snuggled into his brawny frame, your hands squeezing his buff biceps as you clenched around him, milking his dick so he would follow suit, erupting inside of you, pumping you with the tight ropes of cum. "Patrick..."

You rested your head on his shoulder, he was still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his muscles slowly relaxing under your touch. Patrick couldn't even say a word, his eyes closed and his face, chest and neck flushed red. You couldn't even find the right words to describe how much you loved seeing him like that, vulnerable as he was coming down from his high. The way he was always blushing during sex was your special kink.

After a while, the two of you were lying on the bed, wearing designer robes and discussing how you would visit the museum the next weekend. All the while, you were finishing your latest sketch when you suddenly remembered a fresh sketch you finished today. As you flipped through the pages, you landed on Bateman's chest and brushed his wet bangs.

"You know, if you kept leafing through my sketchbook, you would find this," you showed him the sketch of the tall, muscular man with a skipping rope, in which Patrick recognized himself almost immediately, but he remained silent. "What do you think?"

Humming, the man looked at you, then at the sketch, then back at you. "So you're stalking me while I'm working out?"

"What?" You jokingly punched him in the chest. "I... I don't stalk..."

"Well, I don't mind," he cut you off, grabbing the sketchbook out of your hands. "But I think I look a lot better in real life," Bateman pointed at the sketch as if he were an art critic. "You see, my body is much more ripped, and my chest muscles are much more... toned."

You shook your head, on the verge of laughing. "Of course, you are such a work of art yourself. No one can capture you as perfectly as you really are."

For a moment you thought your words might offend him as his face turned serious, his lips tightened into a thin line, but then you both burst out laughing. Ultimately, you didn't need to praise him all the time, because he was perfect just the way he was, and you knew that better than anyone else in the world.

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