#I thought it would be really funny if I put my finger in its mouth (without touching it)

[impishjesters]

Insecurities

Ship: Jax x Reader, Ragatha x Pomni (background) CW(s): insecurities, vulnerable Jax, hurt no comfort(?), angst/reality check, cliff hanger, Zooble is briefly an ass and regrets it A/N: Apparently, I started writing this back when this account first started. It was quickly abandoned for whatever reason, and with no clue what its direction was, I simply left it as a cliffhanger because I'm evil. Not my best work.

Today was the day Pomni finally confessed to Ragatha.

After months of the two nearly attached at the hip, Pomni finally caved and came to you and Gangle for help, wanting to do something special. The poor girl was filled with so many emotions that it took the two of you countless reassurances that Ragatha returned her feelings

Pomni wanted to do something for just the two of them, mumbling that it’d be less embarrassing if Ragatha turned her down with no one else around. Mainly so Jax couldn’t use it as blackmail—even after you told her that you wouldn’t let that happen.

That said, she made you hide nearby, out of sight from Ragatha’s view, but still somewhere she could see to give her the confidence to confess. And it was a sight to behold.

Pomni was a mess. Her confession was all over the place, but even without seeing Ragatha’s expression, you could tell she was flustered as well. The moment Ragatha returned her feelings, you shot the two a silent “congrats”. Pomni made brief eye contact with you while they hugged, and you mouthed “I’m proud of you” before leaving the two lovebirds alone.

It wasn’t your place to spread the news; they’d come out when they wanted to. With that task done, you slipped off to find your mischievous boyfriend. Which didn’t take long if the cries of poor Gangle were anything to go by.

Hours passed since the confession, and Jax had taken off to do whatever questionable thing he was going to do, leaving you alone in your room to fend for the boredom on your own. When nothing felt right or entertaining, you settled on the bed, the lights dimmed as if lying down for a nap.

Your eyes closed, but sleep never came. What did come was the muffled sound of a door opening and then slamming shut, and not long after, your bedroom door flew open and slammed shut behind the individual storming inside.

The blanket fell to your lap as you bolted upright to see that your sudden guest was Jax. That slam must’ve been him going to his room to see you weren’t there before heading over here. But why was he slamming—ooookay, screw that question.

“Jax, what’s wrong?”

Jax stormed over to your bed and climbed up until he was over you, pushed you down, and dropped himself on top, burying his face into your chest. His only response was a muffled groan into the fabric. He wanted to tell you, but his brain was still reeling, and his emotions weren’t in check.

You didn’t press him for a response, and he gave his silent thanks. One of the things he loved about you was that you never pressured him into saying anything. You waited until he was comfortable, even if it took days.

The tips of your fingers gently rubbed and scratched at the top and back of his head. It was funny, really, how he was a rabbit but didn’t have an ounce of fur on him. No, his skin was an odd mix of some sort of squishy silicone, and despite the smooth shine, it had more of a matte-like finish. It definitely felt like an odd combination of things to touch on a person, but you’ve long since grown accustomed to his odd flesh, just like he undoubtedly had grown used to your own.

Occasionally, the tips of your fingers would scratch around the base of an ear and gently ghost the shell of said ear, and every time, Jax nearly shuddered. The repetitive motion, along with the silence, gave him the time needed to formulate his thoughts and figure out his feelings.

And of course, it was an unfamiliar feeling, a bitter one that made him want to lash out and do something more impulsive than normal. A feeling he couldn’t quite put a name to.

“Ragatha and Pomni are dating,” he sighed, turning his head slightly.

You hum, it’s old news to you by this point, but this wasn’t about that. “Oh yeah? I’m glad, those two are cute together.”

“Hmm..” The gentle scratches never stopped, and it had him wanting to return the act somehow. His arms crept up the bed to your waist, and he gently palmed the flesh. Not enough to tickle, but enough to give a gentle squeeze, an almost kneading-like gesture. “How long do you think it’ll last?”

“Jax, I’m not betting on their relationship…”

“And I’m not asking you to, it’s a serious question.”

His tone is worrying, it’s soft, and as much as you loathe to say it, frail. Part of you wants to outright ask him what’s wrong, but the other part knows that this might be his brain’s way of getting there.

“I don’t know how long it will last,” and it’s the truth, “but I hope they last a long, long time. Those girls deserve happiness, whether it’s being trapped in here or free in the real world.”

Free in the real world? That’s fun to laugh at, there’s no way they’d stay together if that happened. They’re different people out there compared to who they’ve been forced to become in here. Who knows where either of them lives, or how they’d even find each other if that happened? Would they even remember? If names couldn’t be remembered coming in, who’s to say something wouldn’t be forgotten when leaving?

“Yeah, and what about us?”

The question is so quiet you almost miss it. “What about us?”

“How long do you think we’ll be together?”

Oh. Oh.

Your heart aches at the question, at its implications. Jax has been vulnerable with you before, but never this vulnerable, this raw. Your hands find his cheeks, and he reluctantly lets you lift his face, but his eyes look anywhere but at you.

“Jax,” your voice is watery and he hates it, “honey.. I’d never leave you, stuck in this place or free out there. I’d find you.” Your hands start to shake, and he squeezes your sides before pulling back to straddle you, his own hands engulfing your smaller ones.

“It might not be possible,” he exhales, “there’s no proof of what’ll happen. We might not be where we were when we vanished, we might not rem—” His words shake as he speaks until his voice cracks, it fucking cracks.

“I don’t care, this is us in here. Sure, we forgot our names, but I know—I know that when we get out of here we’ll still have these memories.” It’s been a while since you arrived, and the memory is a bit foggy at times, but you remember where you were and what you were doing. It scares you to think one day you won’t remember, maybe that’s why he—oh, he’s been here a lot longer than you have.

Jax has been here long enough that there’s a high possibility that he doesn’t remember…

Your silence worries him enough to finally make eye contact, and he can see you putting the pieces together. He’s been here long enough that his memories of before get fuzzy. He can vaguely remember what he looked like, what his life was like. And if he thinks hard enough, he can remember roughly what his living situation was like. But at this rate, it feels like all of that will vanish in no time at all.

“I won’t leave you.” It’s soft, barely above a whisper, but Jax hears it and leans further into your touch. “I know that I’ll remember you, so even if you forget me, I’ll find you all over again and make you fall in love with me all over again.”

Oh, there’s that word again, the one that makes him feel things. The L word.

He’s crying and he hates it, hates feeling this vulnerable, hates the wet trickle on his cheeks before it vanishes into your hands. You don’t comment on it. You’re not doing much better after all, he can see your own unshed tears.

At this moment, you are stronger than him in his mind, and he’s silently grateful he’s not having to do this alone.

“What if you don’t like who I am out there?”

“I don’t care what you look like Jax, for fuck sake your a six-foot-two purple rabbit with a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat.” A wet chuckle falls out of him as he sinks down to lean closer to your face.

That’s sweet and all, but it’s not what he meant.

“I meant,” he sighs and stares directly at you, “what if you don’t like who I am?” Sure, you know him now, this rabbit-like avatar he’s stuck in, but he’s different out there—he knows it. His grin isn’t this animated, and his facial expressions are different. He’s even harder to get a read on and—

“What if you don’t like who I am either?”

“Wha—what?”

“You heard me, what if you don’t like who I am out there?”

Now, normally, he’d say he might agree with you, but there’s a gut feeling that he couldn’t find himself hating you. “I don’t think that��s possible…”

“Finally, something we’re in agreement on.” It’s a light-hearted tease, and the two of you share a silent chuckle before he buries his face into your neck, your arms slipping to wrap tightly around him.

“I can’t promise it’ll be easy, I doubt Caine has the power to make it easy enough that we just—” you snap your fingers,”—and poof we’re back out there with all our memories intact and go about our day.” As much as you’d wish that were the case, Caine only has so much power in this place. “But I won’t stop until I find you, even if our memories are gone, I’ll know in my heart that something is wrong. And if our memories are left as is, then I’ll find you even sooner.”

It’s mushy, the longer you talk, the more his stomach, heart, and brain are doing this weird thing, and a part of him wishes he had never even spoken up.

When he’d first heard the girls were dating, he laughed, and made a comment about enjoying it while it lasted because the moment they all get out—if they got out—that relationship is gonna go down the drain. Not that he really thought you guys were getting out, he was just being an asshole like always and stirring the pot.

It was all fun and games to him until Zooble spoke. They used you against him.

“That’s funny coming from you, who’s to say they won’t leave you the second we’re out? I don’t know what they see in you. If you’re this awful in here, I can’t imagine what you’re like out there.”

It was uncalled for, and truthfully, a lot harsher than they meant it. Zooble’s mouth worked faster than their brain did, and it came out with far too much venom. If Jax had that little faith in the girls’ relationship, what did that say about his own relationship? Zooble had always silently worried that you were just being strung along, Jax was the type of person—in their opinion—to toss someone away when they were no longer entertaining.

Jax hadn’t even replied to the comment. He wanted to, but there were too many things that wanted to leave his mouth at once, and his brain was still reeling from the statement. His usual quick-witted self was rendered silent, and that set a few of the others on edge.

“H-hey.. I’m sure Zooble didn’t mean it like that..” Ragatha nervously laughed, rubbing her hands together. “I’m sure the two of you will be together even out there. They really care about you after all.” She still had her doubts and questioned what exactly made you fall for him of all people, but even she could agree that what Zooble said was a bit much.

A response never came. His head, mouth, and chest were too chaotic and static-filled to respond. Instead, he turned away and left, kicking things left and right on the path to his room. Only to find it empty and slam the door shut before storming his way over to your room, which is how he ended up here, an emotionally charged bomb.

[revelboo]

I took a sick day off from work today because I suspect I am in withdrawal from two medications and some of the symptoms I'm experiencing are low mood, increased anxiety, sleep disturbances, and tiredness. One med I was going to go off of anyway, but the other I've just had issues getting a refill of. I expect I will be back on it soon enough, but I thought for today instead of falling asleep at my desk and being Done™ with everything at work I would stay home. And how did I spend my day? I spent it alternating between napping and rereading Everything Is Alright.

Just wanted to share that you are a part of our lives 💙

Also I did not expect to like Megatron so much in EIA? I have never been into him before but I like this version of him a lot ✨

Have a nice day!

💕 I’m glad you like my nonsense and I hope you’re feeling much better! Have a great weekend!

Everything Is Alright Pt 162

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Heart breaking as Starscream cradles the tiny sparkling to his chassis and she vents raggedly before warbling out a rasping wail, your fingers curl under until your nails dig into your palms. Wanting to hold your daughter so bad it hurts. None of it really felt real, but it’s sinking in and it hurts. She’s right there and you can’t have her. As tiny as she is in Star’s arms, she’s still bigger than you are. You’re toy sized to her, painfully aware that you not only can’t hold her, you can’t feed her, rock her, anything. Too small to do anything for her.

• Tugging you into his frame as Starscream cradles the sparkling, Megatron’s aware of its loss from his own, feeling that bittersweet ache. Spark warm watching the little one you’d entrusted to him in your desperation cry raggedly and Soundwave patiently reaches to adjust the way the Seeker is holding the sparkling. Showing Starscream how to hold a sparkling. And Megatron needs to hold her, feel the weight of her, her field brushing against his. To meet his sparkling, because she’s his as much as Starscream’s. He may not have sired her, but he’s claiming her. Attention sliding to you, when Soundwave turns his way, reaching for you, Megatron sees the look on your face, longing and pain. And understands.

• Hesitating just shy of touching you in Megatron’s lap, Soundwave wants to take you, tuck you into his cassette compartment to protect you from the pain. Because your misery hurts, twisting through his spark and he understands it. To be unable to hold your own sparkling. To have her right there, so close. And Megatron curls an arm around your middle, refusing to let him take you and try to soothe you. The warlord staring him down, his expression warning him to not try to calm you like one of his cassettes. Like he doesn’t understand that you’re not the same, he just doesn’t know what else to do.

• Wings flicking as she just keeps wailing, the sound spark-wrenching, Starscream turns helplessly toward you. Like she doesn’t know him at all. And it’s all wrong. Cupping the back of her head, he needs you. You’re her carrier. “You’re okay, little one. We’re okay,” he soothes and you look up, meet his optics, your expression making his wings tremble. Shifting to put a knee on the berth, he slowly stretches out, the sparkling tucked against him as he lays down facing you. “Your carrier is right there.”

• Struggling against Megatron until he lets go, you stumble and reach, a hand sliding against her warm head and she looks, mouth trembling. Wide optics staring at you. And you wonder what she sees. A tiny, funny, alien? A toy? Aware of Soundwave and Starscream both tensing when she reaches a big hand, chubby servos brushing you. Knowing as well as they do that she can hurt you. Badly. Megatron curls an arm around you from behind like he’s about to yank you back, but you slide a hand against the warm servo. “Hi, honey.”

• Jaw working as you pull against his grip, your little hands sliding against the sparkling’s servos, Megatron knows you have to realize if she flexes those servos, if she grabs for you, she’ll break your bones. Maybe even kill you without meaning to. And he yanks you backwards off your feet when the little one reaches, stumbling and hitting the berth hard with you in his arms him. Hearing the sparkling wail again, right before she mass shifts and his spark constricts when the Seeker nearly drops her. And Megatron shudders as you struggle against him. “Wait,” he growls, unable to look away from Starscream cupping the tiny sparkling in his hands, expression panicked. Because she shouldn’t be able to do that yet. Not with any control. If you grab her and she mass shifts back, you’ll get hurt. “Stop and think,” he snarls as you strain against him, like you don’t care about the danger.

• Venting as he fumbles and drops a part, Shockwave reaches and the memory comes from out of nowhere to drag him under. ‘I’ve got it,’ a familiar voice he knows says. Soft laughter as you bend, arms wrapping around the part he dropped, barely able to lift it. Unable to move as you straighten and he can’t make out your face. Spark hurting as you smile up at him. Can’t picture you clearly, can’t remember your face. Doesn’t know you. Loves you. His mind whispering that this isn’t real, it never happened while his spark aches. ‘You really think this will work?’ You ask and he’s trembling, fumbling and grabbing the edge of the work table. Body bowing forward as something that must be, but can’t be, grief slams through him. Did you make it? Confused, his optic dims. You aren’t real, just a ghost. You’re everything. You’re gone. Where did you go?

• “Protoforms?” At the growled question, Shockwave flinches, head lifting to find Tarantulas hanging upside down from the ceiling of his lab, picking his way closer on his extra limbs, neck craned as he slowly lowers himself, his chosen organic altmode, unpleasant as always. “Why waste resources?” The other scientist asks, reaching to snag a delicate protoform by a leg and lift it from its foam cradle. “Unless you have a use. But artificial sparks are so difficult to stabilize. Unethical to create.” Antenna flicking as he studies the spider, he knows the other mech has as much regard for ethics as he does. “Something else then?”

• “One night assume you have a suspicion that you might need protoforms,” Tarantulas continues. “Except, you wouldn’t go to the effort unless you were certain. Tell me a secret, old friend and I’ll share one of mine. I’ll even go first. I know what they took from you. Not just your face and hands. Though, you wouldn’t remember me. Wouldn’t know my other name. Or remember that you called my work monstrous blasphemy,” the other mech laughs as Shockwave stiffens. Nonsense. Never met him before the Decepticons and there’s a shivery little moment of confusion, because there is no before the Decepticons. “But I remember you and that poor, little organic pet of yours, Senator.”

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Their naughty thoughts of you 🐚🙊

I most definitely am not apologizing for making this post 😤we all get a lil freaky sometimes. Anyway hope ya’ll enjoy! Feel free to like comment and reblog. 18+

divider creds: @fairytopea

Pile 1: Welcome my little friend 😈 anyway ya’ll this is cute. My fluffy and sweet pile. They wanna see you self pleasure and you probably smell really good, so they really like that. They wanna see you dripped out in lingerie, or anything that makes you feel confident and just touch yourself in front of them. There’s something about that fantasy that gets them going. And they also fantasize about cuddling you, definitely have a praise kink 🙊 I am calling this person out—they’re like a teddy bear in bed and they do wanna be close to you as physically as they can. This person would romance you first 😮‍💨 and then get dirty. They care about feelings soo, booty call with feelings kinda vibe 🥺 and they also won’t hesitate to give you water whilst they’re doing you, like “hey you need some of this?” 😭 helpp. They’re funny too. I feel like even in bed they fantasize about awkward cute moments between ya’ll. This is making me gush they are cute lol. Yall could never dating or haven’t done sexual stuff yet, but they definitely think about owning your heart first and worshipping you as you are! They’d take their time and kiss everywhere and make sure you’re all comfortable in bed or where else ya’ll prefer doing the dirty 😭 I also feel like they fantasize about making you cry their name and have you be an emotional mess (in a good way) from all the pleasure. Whoo. Pile 1. There you have it 👀 a lil something spicy. Hope yall enjoyed and feel free to like comment and reblog 🤍

Pile 2: My god pile 2 is it me or is the tension hot on both sides 😭 the person you’re asking about and you. I feel like both of yall have such strong vivid imaginations and wild ideas. I heard it goes both ways, so its not one person if you need confirmation. I feel like your person idolizes you, I heard maneater so they definitely see you as someone to worship. And not just anyone but a divine being. I feel like they wanna do everything right by you—even if it means being submissive to you. They’d fall to their knees for you 😤 this is the kinda energy they’re bringing!! And we’re not complaining 🥺 love to see it. I feel they fantasize about kissing messily, grabbing each other up and pressing everywhere. And fingering, lots of exploring. They wanna feel all the juices everywhere. And I think they fantasize about blowjobs, or at least having their fluids in your mouth. They just want to see the visual of it and replay it over and over. They fantasize about sitting in a chair whilst your between their legs, and they succumb to your touch. Like you’re just their devouring them and they have no choice but to take it 😭 maneater vibes fr. And I also feel like they’re kinda shy about their fantasies which makes it cuter but they want it. They want it to happen. I think they hide it a lot from you and put on a stoic face but deep down they cant ignore their freak!! Their freak is calling them 😩 “is somebody gonna match my freak” help. Its playing in my head 😭 anyway pile 2 yall get a room and get it on or something, hope yall liked this. Feel free to like and comment and reblog 🥰

Pile 3: hey guys, what is this? Damsel in distress fantasy? 😭 guys I feel like your person has a fantasy where you come running to them and you just want in on their world. Like consumed by all their pleasure and wanting only them. Its giving they want you to be hooked and obsessed on their energy, and the way they do you. They want you coming back for more. I have no idea if anyone here is into threesomes—someone here likes that. Also getting high or drinking alcohol might be something they fantasize about. It’s also giving daddy kink like ddlg, I picked up on. I heard pet play too. Im not judging just writing whatever spirit is telling me ☕️ I feel like they dream about you joining their sex filled world. Like this person could be experienced and they fantasize about showing you all the things they know and teaching you—and its like this thing where they help you reach your release because they know your body. They know where to touch and please you. I don’t know if some of yall never had sex before, but I’m picking that vibe too. I feel like this person is possessive of you in bed and only wants your attention on them. They want you completely focused on them. Geez this is intense! 😮‍💨 it’s giving Scorpio and strong mars energy. Maybe they have a lot of mars aspects or placement in their chart. But either way—they have lots of stamina. Strong bdsm vibes. And they want to spend lots of time doing foreplay to draw it out before finally giving in. Only when you’re comfortable. Like I see a feather being trailed down your spine and teasing you—this person KNOWS. Anyway yall, be safe always & at your discretion, have fun 😈 hope yall liked! Feel free to like comment and reblog to help this blog grow.

Thank yall sm for reading! Definitely bringing in that nsfw vibe 😈 hope yall enjoyed the freakiness. 18+ only 👀

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Paid readings 🤍

[ysrjune]

TWINS!SCOTT & SAM MONROE ‹𝟹

the twinsies are back by request 🥹 no smut it's just them being silly brothers. 🥰 they use modern slang cause they're just so teenage boy I hate them..

dedicated to @alealuvshayden my babe 🥀

@samonroe @alealuvshayden @zapernz @dollfilmz mentioned..

"Hey, my mom says to throw out the trash." Sam opens Scott's bedroom door as his gaze is focused on his phone. "Oh my fucking God, Sam. How many times have I told you to knock before coming in?!" Scott groans, pausing his game. "Like, deadass you're so fucking annoying dude." He keeps going and rolls his eyes. "Okay, I didn't ask. Just take out the damn trash." Sam gives attitude. "Like, now." He says after staring at his brother who was staring at him.

"ASAP BROCHACHO, NOWWWUHH!!!" Sam snaps his fingers. Scott HATES when people snap at him like he's a dog. "SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!" Scott throws one of his pillows at Sam.

Sam laughs and throws it back. "You're so easy to annoy." He walks away, leaving the door wide open. "OH MY GOD YOU LITTLE BITCH IM GONNA FUCK YOU UP." Scott screams and chases after Sam. Sam screamed and ran off to the living room.

Scott and Sam were tackling each other on the couch, and their father unfazed as he watched TV. This was genuinely a normal thing. Sam annoying Scott and then getting beaten up. Scott wasn't really throwing punches so he could hurt Sam. He was mostly just yelling in his face and pushing him far into the cushions. "HEY!" Their mom yells. Both teenagers look over at her and stop fighting. "Sorry momma." Scott purses his lips. "Yeah, you better be. Take out that trash."

That made Scott tweak out. He choked himself out, even being dramatic and making choking noises when she looked away. He stopped after a moment, acting like he hadn't done anything. He took out the trash.

Sam was now talking to his dad (annoying him with band knowledge) and once Scott came back in, Sam shut up and stared. "Hey, mom said to STOP fighting with me. Don't even think about it, blondie."

"SHUT—" Scott cuts himself off as soon as he sees his dad's side eye. "Would you shut your mouth, you irksome twerp."

"I don't know what that means."

"You look like you wouldn't know what it means."

And there they were again, at each other's throats. Their dad was laughing at them wrestling on the floor. He was even recording it. Scott has more muscle than his brother, so it's not a shocker that he's always the one winning these matches. Sam then bit Scott.

"AYE YOU CANT DO THAT. ITS CHEATING!" Scott smacks Sam's mouth. "DONT SMACK ME." Sam yells and pulls Scott's hair. That whole fight was so dumb. They were slapping each other around, and their dad was just laughing his ass off. But then there came their little brothers..

"You guys are so gay. Why are you always on top of each other?" Ryan asks. And you could guess.. their dad was losing it. Oh how he loved having sons with no filter.

"Alright buddy boy, that wasn't funny." Sam shakes his head. "Too far, dork. Even if I were gay and we weren't related, I would NEVER let Sam try anything on me." "Who says I'd even try y—WHY ARE YOU EVEN PUTTING THOUGHT INTO IT?!" Sam realizes. "EEEWWW you're so.. EEWWW." Sam shoves Scott away, gagging exaggeratedly. "Okay calm down, morticia." Scott rolls his eyes.

"Morticia? I think he's more like Thing." Kevin, their other brother says. "But together, they're Wednesday and Pugsley." Ryan laughs. (they both ended up getting chased around the house and into the backyard where they got tackled.)

dickdownyamomma48: mind if a white boy speaks a little espanyol this afternoon?

monroe.scott: God damn fatty. Is that all for you?

monroe.scott: ts don't even look good 😭💔

monroe.scott: aye my momma says to bring ice cream home or else she's gonna whoop you

coreythedude: bro wants us to think he's on a date 😭😭

alealuvstwinks: omg is this a soft launch 😛😛

zapernz: this made me mad delete it

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monroe.scott: 🥊💯

dickdownyamomma48: woah ok timmy tuff knuckles

dollfilmz: MEOWWW

zapernz: 😕.

coreythedude: sybau 💔

alealuvstwinks: wait lowkey.. 👅

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monroe.scott: 💪🏼 something my bitch ass brother doesn't have

dickdownyamomma48: wtf are you dissing me at 3:43pm on a Tuesday for?

dickdownyamomma48: I know this post was just to have that pinky girl see 🥀

coreythedude: aura farming..

alealuvstwinks: this one gave me the ick I can't lie. this is NOT a banger.

dollfilmz: 👅

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dickdownyamomma48: oh yea

monroe.scott: motherfucker is that MY dope 😐

dickdownyamomma48 replied: do something about it pussy

zapernz: why didn't you invite me ho

coreythedude: lungs blacker than your hair 💔

alealuvstwinks: ok

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ok guys I didn't rly fw this but here's um here it is

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs@valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira

[thelastofme-l]

No idea You're taking requests but if you are-

a weed smoking sesh with Jesse. That's it. That's the ask.

Blunts and blood

(Jesse x f!reader)

Word count: 2242

Summary: Things get out of hand during a movie and smoking session

Warnings: mentions of weed/marijuana, fluff, friends to more, mentions of blood, kissing

A/n: I’m having so much fun writing these! thanks so much for the prompt! Sorry for it being short, I’m still sick but trying write while I lay around 🫶🏼 gif sets linked below

Just minutes before you came knocking on his door Jesse had decided to relax by partaking in his favorite recreational activity. One second he was relaxing on the couch letting the weed do its thing and the next he was standing up desperately flinging a book in the air to rid the room of its smokey haze before answering.

He thinks he's in the clear until he opens the door and sees you standing with a knowing smile as the marijuana smell hits you in the face, "Are you ready—oh woah–"

His hand grips the door and his face flushes slightly. You have to laugh at the look on his face, like he's been caught with his pants down, "Relax captain wyoming I don't care"

You hold up an old VHS, still standing outside in the snow, "Don't tell me you forget about the movie night you promised me"

"No, of course not—uh come in"

He moves to the side, opening the door wider so you could enter his small home. Movies nights had been a tradition you'd started after finding a box of old VHS tapes on a patrol; setting a goal to watch all of them.

"So you did forget about movie night," You remove your coat and shoes watching as he hurries around the room, trying to clean up until you make stop him in his tracks, "We can always do it another night—"

"No," He says a little too fast before moving the last dirty shirt from the couch so you could sit, "Uh—it just slipped my kind is all, I had a long day"

You glanced at the blunt that he had forgotten on the small table near the couch as you took a seat, "That explains the weed"

"Oh shit—sorry, here let me" He rubbed at the back of his neck, clearly stressed. “I don’t usually—“

"Jesse—calm down," You picked up the blunt and brought it to your lips, taking a hit and blowing the smoke in the direction where he stood. "We all know you're gonna be in charge of Jackson one day, but that day is not today"

He didn’t respond.

"You're dirty little secret is safe with me," When he shifts awkwardly on his feet, you sigh moving your finger over you chest and making an 'x' pattern, "Cross my heart"

He put his hands on his waist nodding once, before grabbing the movie that you left on the table. He fed it into the old machine and the tv switched on.

You're eager to pass him the blunt when he switches the lights off and plops down on the couch next you. He still shakes his head, as if pretending he doesn't smoke until you groan and smack his chest, “Dude, don’t deny me of my dream of getting high with you”

It’s true you always wondered what he was like when he was high. He had a habit of being a rule follower and overall stick in the mud.

He laughed at you, before he takes it and inhales, holding it longer than you thought he would before parting his lips and letting the smoke out. You wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.

Then he's passing it back to you, eyes trained on the tv glow as the movie began. By the time the movie is about half way through you are both completely stoned, giggling at the screen.

Jesse had just caught his breath when he started laughing again, "Wait—wait, what is this called again?"

"The fast and the furious" You giggled, taking a drink of the beer he had given you to cure the cotton mouth. "Because they are really fast and really furious"

He erupted in laughter again. The joke wasn't funny but in your current states it was the funniest thing you'd ever heard.

At some point during the movie you had ended up sitting with your legs across Jesse's. You didn't mind it and neither did he considering he had dropped his hand and left it sitting on your lower thigh.

It wasn't inherently sexual even when his thumb began to rub absentminded circles on the fabric of your jeans, but it still made your mind wander.

The two of you were friends, meeting first when assigned on patrols and wall shifts together. To pass the time the two of you would get to know each other and become good friends. But you couldn't stop the crush that had grown or the ever present sexual tension that always seemed to linger.

Of course you'd never alluded to any feelings that you might have had for him. Not when you were sure he didn't feel the same way. He was too much of a good guy to make a move, even if he did.

"Man that was unrealistic" He suddenly said, pulling you out of your own head as the credits began to roll.

"What do you mean?" You can't help but smile at him, always curious to know his thoughts on the movies you watched.

"I dunno, I just feel like these street racers got away with a lot of shit," He tried to stifle his laugh, hand still on your thigh only now his palm was flat against you, fingers moving together as he rubbed, "and that Dom guy should have definitely died after getting hit by that truck at the end"

You only hummed, listening to him intently and trying to ignore the tingling that erupted under his touch.

"It reminded me of that movie we watched last month," You yawned, moving slightly so you could look at him better, "uh—I can't remember the name— it was the surfer movie"

"Point break?" He finished your thought, taking a drink of his beer, "How so?"

"Think about it" You pressed, "Undercover cop infiltrates the target group but becomes too involved and has to expose his identity and—"

"Shit, you're right, switch the cars for surfboards–" He interrupts you, grabbing your shoulder and shaking it, "I didn't even think about that"

"It's because I'm smarter than you" You tease, leaning back into the cushions, legs still taking up space on his lap.

"Oh you really think so?" He challenges and you feel his hand start to crawl up your legs.

"Mhmm" You hummed, rolling your eyes at him as the ending song from the movie played in the background. You held your fingers up in between the two of you, counting them as you spoke, "Smarter, funnier, stronger, prettier—"

"All wrong," He suddenly quips, "Except that last one"

You were thankful your red cheeks were hidden by the tv glow, suddenly feeling like a little giddy little girl. It wasn’t the first time he had flirted with you and it wouldn’t be the last.

The moment didn't last long before he began tickling your legs, moving up to your sides. You squirmed uncontrollably as Jesse's fingers danced across you, tickling and teasing every sensitive spot on your body. His touch was playful and relentless, a smirk on his lips as he watched you squirm and gasp for breath.

He continued his assault, his fingers relentlessly tickling your skin. He relished the sound of your squeals and giggles, the way your body squirmed and twisted under him. His eyes filled with amusement.

"Jesse" You squeaked out when your sides began to hurt from the tickling and you could no longer take it. You try to move away from him but in the mess of arms and legs you end up lifting your leg and kneeing him right in the nose.

"Fuck" He groans quietly, suddenly halting the tickling and sitting up. When you open your eyes after catching your breath you realize he's holding his nose.

You immediately start apologizing as he stands from the couch and moves into his kitchen. You jump from the couch following him, the panic sobering you up.

In the kitchen he leans against the counter by the sink with a rag up to his nose. You rush over standing in front of him and touching his arm, "Jesse, I am so sorry, I swear I didn't mean to—"

“Y/n, it’s fine, I’m fine” He touches your shoulder, trying his best to reassure you, “It’s my fault anyways—I was the one tickling you”

You move his hand away, so you could inspect it, "Well it's not broken," You sigh in relief after a minute, moving his hand back to hold it with the rag as you cross his kitchen to the freezer pulling out an ice cube. You stand back in front of him, "This should stop the bleeding"

He gave you a look, but still let you move his hand again and hold the ice cube to his nostril. He winced at the icy feeling on his skin but didn't move knowing you wouldn't let him. He watches you amused at the way you fuss over him.

A silence fell over the room as the VHS ended and the song stopped playing. The only thing you could hear now was Jesse's breathing as you moved the ice and checked the bleeding again.

After a couple of minutes you drop the ice into the sink beside him and take the rag from his hand, patting his now wet nose dry, "–there I think it's done bleeding”

He sniffles, touching the back of his hand against the nostril before giving you a lopsided smile. Now that he was taken care of you realized just how close you were standing in front of him.

"What?" You say, letting out a nervous laugh.

"I guess I was wrong," He says, glancing at your lips before looking back to your eyes. When he sees the confused look on your features he adds, "That was a solid hit, so turns out you are pretty and strong”

"Shut up" You whisper, laughing it off and dropping the bloodied rag next to the now melted ice cube before looking back at him.

His gaze was boring into you. Almost as if he was challenging you. A game of who would be the one to pull away first, "Too late"

Jesse pushed himself off the counter ever so slightly, just enough to lean toward you. He reached out and cupped your chin gently, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. The air between you humming with tension. Then his were lips brushing against yours in a tentative touch, as if asking permission.

Your heart raced as you kissed him back, leaning into him, his touch intoxicating. Your hands found his shoulders, holding yourself steady.

It was soft and uncertain at first, but as the seconds passed and you reciprocated, the kiss deepened, an unspoken desire igniting between you.

You felt like you were ascending out of your body as if every cell in your body was going to erupt, especially when you felt him smile against your lips. If you weren’t already holding yourself up against his body you were sure your knees would’ve buckled.

You parted your lips, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip before he returned the gesture. Within seconds your tongues were tangling together. You gasped as he moved you, switching positions so your back was against the counter without ever leaving your lips.

In a quick motion he had dropped his hands to your waist and lifted you so you were sitting on the cold countertop. You immediately opened your legs so he could stand closer to you.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the way he felt on you and against you, feeling like you were dreaming. You pulled back slightly so you could angle your head and when you were back on his lips you were meant with an overwhelming metallic taste.

“Jess” You muttered against him, not wanting to ruin the moment but concerned enough to come to your senses.

He hummed, hands finding their way back to your face, moving into your hair to hold you. He was clearly too distracted to taste the blood.

You sighed, taking your hand and pushing his chest carefully, until he slowed his kissing and pulled back altogether, just enough to look at you.

“What’s wrong?” He moved his hands to your shoulders, moving them up and down in an effort to soothe you, thinking he had done something to upset you. “I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have got carried away like that”

“No—no that was nice,” You corrected, smiling at him before leaning over and grabbing the rag back from the sink, “You’re bleeding again”

You dabbed the skin under his nose and pulled it back to show him the fresh blood.

“Sorry” He sighed, dropping his head against your shoulder in defeat, careful to not drip any blood on you. “—really ruined the mood”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” You admitted, continuing to hold the rag in place as he lifted his head back to look at you, “–nothing is ruined, just paused until the bleeding stops”

You moved the rag slightly so you could press your lips against his in a quick kiss. The tang of his blood mixing with the sweetness of your own lips in a peculiar union.

He nodded, sporting a goofy smile as he let you tend to him once again, both of you impatiently waiting for the bleeding to stop.

[sinning-23]

SIT, LIKE A CHAIR

Opla face sitting/p*ssy eating headcanons

Warnings: dude the title is warming enough lol. ITS 18+ BRO

Zoro

-Fuck around and hover if you want to. He’s already got his arms around your thighs, forcing you to sit.

-He’s got some kind of sorcery or some shit with his tongue cause what the fuck.

-oh you thought he was stopping after you came once? Hahahaha that’s so funny.

-makes sure you are shaking and fucking shivering when he’s done with you

-Will make sure you know how much he loves the way you taste.

-“That’s it honey, cum on my face.”

Usopp

-unfortunately doesn’t know what the FUCK he’s doing when he eats but is very very fucking skilled with his fingers.

-we all know this man’s nose is 5 mf stars and would be nice to sit on and he knows this fact.

-on the occasion that he asks you to sit on his face he’s putting everything to work, using one hand to simultaneously spread your cheeks and keep your things flush against him.

-the other is already coaxing another orgasm out of you while his tongue circle slow around your clit.

-doesn’t talk when his mouth is full, he’s got manners lol

On the rare occasion he does speak it’s often after all is said and done

-“now you can brag about being eaten out by a legendary captain”

Sanji

-oh he eats religiously. Like is that even a question?

-he gets really fucking sloppy too. He’s got your juices and his saliva down his chin and all over your thighs.

-sometimes it feels like the eating is more for him than you (sometimes it is lol)

-expect lots of worship when he’s positioned under you. He prefers to eat when you’re sitting on the edge of the counter or table and he’s kneeling down in front with your legs over his shoulders.

-“I’ve never tasted anything as divine as you. Tout va bien pour moi”

-Has definitely cum from eating you out alone

Nami

-Oh she’s fucking ruthless. I mean just so mean when she eats.

-She likes to draw loving circles on your thighs and then offset that sweetness with a pinch.

-She’ll make it seem like she’ll be nice and let you cum, only to stop completely, eyes laser focused on that adorable little frustrated knot between your brows.

-Is a bit of a shit talker honestly and between how well she works her fingers inside you, how good her tongue feels on your clit, and each teasing comment she throws your way, you’re left spiraling.

-“Ohhh how cute. You gonna cum on my face just like that? You can hold on a little longer can’t you honey?”

Shanks

-If you look closely you can see that his facial hair is slightly bleached.

-We know the fuck why.

-He makes sure you know just how much he loves your pussy when he eats. I mean yes he’s slow and damn near torturous with how he asked you be patient and wait but it’s so worth it.

-He kisses up your thigh, then over the top of your panties. Then will suck and lick over the fabric until it’s soaked.

-Once that’s done, he takes em off with his teeth and licks one long, slow stripe up before deciding to suck on your clit for just a second. Soon after he’s pulling your closer by your thighs and eating you for all your worth.

-He will not talk, well…only if it’s to get you to sit still, his eyes peering dangerously into yours.

- “Don’t. Move.” (its pretty mf hot)

-holds your hand when you finally cum on his tongue.

Buggy

-He the best eater I know- he gets down. He don’t play

-if eating was a sport he’d be the champion.

-Teats your pussy like a meal(because it is in his eyes) and makes sure nothing is left behind besides your own slick, his saliva, and your trembling thighs.

He really gets into it too. I mean he’s moaning against your folds, slurping and drooling.

-This mf is a multitasker. His hands are definitely detached and holding the back of your knees to keep you from closing your legs. and he is working yet another orgasm out of you.

-He's a talker btw so expect lots of witty and raunchy comments while you're practically convulsing from overstimulation.

-"No one makes you feel like how I do huh princess?"

-"That's it honey scream my name."

-“I could eat you forever.” He whines with his mouth full of you

Mihawk

-He's not likely to eat as much. He doesn't dislike it but would rather give to you in other ways. However, despite this little thing about himself, he makes sure it's for a reason when he eats.

-For example, had a bad day? There's a remedy for that, come sit.

-Feeling a bit insecure and self-conscious? Let him show just how amazing you really are.

-Expect to feel a lot of vibrations with how much he growls and moans into your cunt.

-Not too much of a talker but when he does it makes not only your pussy throb but your heart melt.

-"Look at yourself. So beautiful my love." (there's a mirror on the ceiling)

-He isn't afraid to kiss you when he's done either. Wants you to know just how good you taste and that every time he has the privilege of having you sit on his face its like heaven (his words more or less).

[babextoken]

✧・┈・╴you turn up in the reveries of my mind‧ ₊˚・

summary: your roommate, Vessel, lets his lust and curiosity get the better of him after weeks of wet dreams about a certain someone...you

vessel x fem!reader, roommate!AU, friends to lovers, smut (are we surprised) wet dreams, masturbation (m + f), sex toys, mentions of somno and dub con, subby!vessel, softdom!reader, scent kink?, vessel is WHINY, p in v, light choking (m receiving), light biting (m + f receiving), dirty talk, teasing, begging, cunnilingus

a/n: at one point this was a drabble. then it evolved into this big boy whom i love very much. thank you everyone who reads and interacts. ୨♡୧

MDNI

✧・┈・╴

Ten. That’s how many mornings Vessel awoke with his hand already palming his cock as if his life depended on it…and how many mornings he awoke from a wet dream about his roommate. You. You’re always so kind and punctual with rent. And you’re a good cook. You’re clean. Quiet. Funny. Beautiful. Single. But when did you become desirable…tempting…fuckable? He couldn’t wrap his head around that part, quite frankly, he was too far gone to question it. Was it something you said? Maybe. Something you did that he just happened to notice? Could be. Or did the dreams come first? Either way, he knew that waking up just to imagine being with you felt good.

Oh to sneak into your bedroom after these dreams and have you take care of his “problem.” To slip under the covers and press against your warm, sleepy body…to kiss your shoulders and neck. At first, he thought about the thrill of surprising you. The way your eyes would focus after waking…asking what he’s doing and why he never said anything before only to shut you up with a wet kiss. But soon that fantasy evolved into something much more satisfying for Vessel. Instead of shock, you’d greet him with comfort and soft touches…like you were expecting him. He’d whisper “good morning, pretty” as you immediately embrace him. Maybe you were already naked for him. Or maybe there were no words between you…just his hand between your legs as you gently take his cock out of his underwear. Just the idea that you’d be willing and ready for him first thing in the morning…that he’d be lucky enough to be on your mind like that. And that’s the thought that finishes him this morning.

A bit later, he’s already put his decadent morning routine out of his head. Nothing a shower and scrolling can’t fix. That is until he sees you. Do you have to look like angel even when you’re doing something mundane like loading the dishwasher? Also, weren’t you supposed to be out of the house today? Things become worse when he’s a few paces from you and he realizes you smell divine. Like sugared flowers…candy…sex, honestly.

“You ok, bud?” You laugh with an eyebrow cocked. “I said ‘hi.’”

Vessel’s eyes flutter as he comes back to the present. He shakes his head and coughs a little “Your perfume…”

“Oh! Oh my god,” you cover your mouth. “it’s too much isn’t it? Its a bit much! I should change my clothes or…”

“NO!” 

He didn’t mean to yell. He just…god…please don’t deny him that scent. He puts his fingers to his temples, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry, no I don’t what came over me. No it’s…” he walks towards you and clears his throat. “It’s really…really nice.” He has to look away. “It suits you.”

You look down and smile, a blush forming over your cheeks. Recently you two were warming up to each other more. Joking more. Spending more free time together. But you haven’t noticed his lingering stares…mostly because you look away quickly before he notices your own lingering stare. 

…

A bit later, you’ve left to run errands. Ves is still reeling from your encounter. It wasn’t overly flirty…not even sexual in nature…at least it would appear that way to an outsider. But to him it was erotic. The way you blushed when he mentioned your perfume and complimented it. The way your confidence seemed to perk up after…god. What else could he do to make you act like that? And what else were you capable of? What could you do to him? And while he’s letting those fantasies unfold, he finds himself in the doorway of your bedroom. Shit. He shouldn’t do this. He should not be walking in, taking deep lingering breaths to inhale the scent of the room. Your candles. Your perfume. You. Just you. Fuck! His inner monologue is weakly begging him to stop rubbing his face in your pillows. To stop grabbing your blankets and taking in the smell of your body and what he assumes is your body wash and, of course, that fucking perfume. Oh he’s frantic. Actually feral. He gets up quickly and approaches dresser. There’s no perfume bottles on the top so maybe they’re in a drawer? Before he even knows what he’s doing he opens the top drawer and starts riffling around. He feels something solid..aha..there it…isn’t. He pulls the object out of the drawer and…oh. 

If the perfume made him feral…this drove him to the brink of insanity. He held up the sex toy and felt every ounce of blood in his body flow downwards. God he wanted to touch it all over. To run his finger gently over the rabbit part that teases your clit…to stroke the part that thrusts against your g-spot. He wants to watch you use it. He wants not be allowed to touch himself while you fuck yourself in front of him. He wants to clean it with his tongue when you’re finished and and and *DING DING*

You: hey, almost done over here. Sure you don’t need anything?

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you text him and yank him back into reality. 

Ves: all good :) thanks 

He throws the toy back into the drawer and breathes heavily. He looks at your bed and notices how messy he left it. He quickly smooths out the blankets and pillows to make it look less disturbed. God he hopes you don’t pay too much attention to how your duvet looks or the divots in your pillows. He rushes to his room and plops on his own bed. God, he hates himself. Why did he do that? Why was he snooping? Why was he imagining such crazy things? He’s on the verge off tears when he considers “what would I have done if she caught me…actually saw me?” The spiral leads him to think that maybe he should start finding ways to kick you out…or ways to keep him out of the house. Fuck fuck fuck fuck “FUUUUUUCK!”

…

The evening is fine, but Vessel keeps to himself more than usual. He’s also nicer than usual. He gets you another slice of pizza. Obsessively asks if the volume of the tv is ok…if you have enough of the throw pillows to be comfy…do you want more water…dr pepper…a snack?

“Ves…I’m. Fine.” You say with a dry, exasperated laugh. “Are you ok?”

GOD he wants to be good. He wants to be decent and pleasant but he also needs to know how you taste and what your eyes look like the first time he thrusts into you.

“I’m great, hun. Really.”

He shifts uncomfortably. You don’t believe him. You take a chance and gently poke his thigh with your foot. He jumps a little, and you snicker but that’s it. That’s the interaction. You both feel the tension. Something is different. You figure he’s dealing with something he doesn’t want to share. He figures you want nothing to do with him beyond being his roommate. That’s what he tells himself. Begs himself to believe it.

After you both go to sleep, Vessel finds himself in a fitful dream where you caught him in your bedroom. You chide him. Scream at him. Start beating him with the dildo (this is how he knows it’s a dream). He jolts awake and, damnit, he’s hard. He can’t bring himself to take care of the issue but he also can’t stop thinking about you. About coming clean. It’s late but he can’t stop himself from coming to your room. He whispers your name, and you make a small sleepy noise.

“Mmm. Yeah?”

He’s already standing by your bed and trying to get a grip. “I…I had a bad dream.”

You chuckle a little at the innocence of his answer. “Are you kidding?”

“No…no I’m not.” His face burns. What is he doing? He feels stupid being back in here…in the middle of the night…taking in your scent again. “We got in a bad fight.”

“Well, thank goodness it was just a nightmare…right?”

He doesn’t answer your question, he just poses his own. “Your perfume…what’s it called?”

You look up at him in the darkness and can barely make out his features, but you can tell he’s breathing a little hard. 

“It’s nothing special.”

“Perhaps to you…”

“Ves, what’s wrong?”

Vessel’s brain feels like it’s on fire. He should just jack off and get some sleep but he’s in here being a creep. “I just…I’m in a weird place.” God he’ll take anything right now. Any crumb.

And you pick up on that. You pull back the covers, and he wordlessly slips in. You roll over…ready to try and initiate some kind of less-than-friendly cuddling…but he had already started dozing. Sighs. Boys.

…

Vessel wakes up from the best sleep of his life. Seriously. He groans softly and rubs his face against the pillow and slowly opens his eyes…surprisingly he isn’t shocked to see he’s not in his bed. He remembered how soft and heavy his body felt right when he laid beside you. As much has he wanted to touch you…kiss you…he couldn’t fight his body’s desire to rest for once. He rolls over and realizes you’re waking up, too. You stretch and make a content noise. God…you look so sweet right now. He realizes he didn’t have his reoccurring wet dream but the urge is still there. 

You nuzzle into your pillow a bit and groan. “I’m coooooold,” you whine playfully.

He laughs softly at your little voice but doesn’t immediately offer to warm you up. How awkward would that be? After all the strange things he did yesterday it would be his undoing if he offered to hold you…to be sweet and kind…and then you back away because he’s poked and prodded you. But those thoughts don’t last long because you’re already up against him. Already hugging him close. Letting your hips press against his…becoming painfully aware that he wants this just as bad as you do. His breath becomes ragged as he bites his lip.

You want to ask him if had wanted to kiss you last night…if he had been in your room (because you absolutely noticed your dildo was out of place in the drawer)…if he felt the same. But words feel exhausting right now. Why not just see what happens when you let your hand glide up and down torso mindlessly?

He groans softly and lets his head fall back a little. Your eyes trail up to the spot on his neck you find yourself looking at often. When you were alone you often thought how nice a hickey would look right there…you have to take the chance. As your soft, wet lips kiss and nip at his neck, he holds you tight. Like you were supposed to do that. Like you belong in his arms. You suck gently at his neck and coo softly when you see the spot redden. He pulls your hair gently so you’re looking up at him. His lips are on yours instantly and so are his hands. Those wide..spidery hands. He touches you gently like you might break….like he can’t believe it.

And he can’t. He cannot believe his luck…that being a little creep has gotten him this far. Your tongue brushes his in a way that makes him whimper. You bite his bottom lip and let your hand trail down his stomach.

“I need you,” you whisper.

“Then have me.”

You don’t need telling twice. You trail kisses down his neck and chest, stopping for longer, nibbling kisses when you hear him moan or his breath catch. You’re getting closer and closer to his crotch when he stops you. He pulls you up and gives you a sweet kiss as he slips off his sweats…no underwear. Fuck. He’s ready for you. Rock hard and dripping. At first you thought you were going too fast for him…but you see now that he just wants to feel you. To fuck you. 

He watches you undress, enraptured. You’re already pushing him onto his back softly and kissing his neck when his fingers find your slit. You moan softly, losing yourself in the feeling of your friend touching you like this. 

“That’s a pretty sound, baby…” he whispers as you little bite his jaw. “Mm. You’re a biter, too?” He punctuates his question with a quick nip your shoulder. You yelp and giggle. “Bet you’d like it if I marked you up. You wear that pretty perfume for me all the time and you’ll have to fight me off like a feral animal.”

You straddle his hips and lean down to kiss him, his hands kneading your tits. “Hm. I think you’re just a scrappy puppy…no feral animal. Aren’t ya?” He groans at your teasing but secretly he loves it. He buries his face in your neck and breathes you in with a moan. Oh…oh thank god. There’s still the faint scent of perfume in your hair and on your skin. He groans softly and wraps his arms around you. You’re trapped. 

“Rub your cock on it…” you whisper 

“Wha….what?” He groans out. Vessel has gone completely pathetic. The feeling of you laying on him with your neck in his face feels like the dreamiest way to suffocate. He wants to rub his face on you like a drunk slobbery puppy. You asking him to rub his already throbbing cock on your pussy doesn’t feel like a reward, it feels like torture. “Please,” his broken little mind pleads, “one stimuli at a time.”

But he obeys and rubs the head of his cock against your slit. You arch your back and moan as it hits your clit…fuck he’s a big boy.  And you can tell he likes it too. Maybe too much. 

“Look at how you’re blushing, baby. What’s wrong, hm?” You whisper teasingly. 

“I…mmm” Vessel whines. He’s given up rubbing his cock on you and lets it rest against your entrance. “It’s too much.”

“Ooh too much? We haven’t even started,” you hold his jaw so he’ll look at you. “Don’t you want me?” You pout playfully. Who knew he’d be so easy to tease?

He whines and tries to push your hips down on his cock. His eyes are glazed over and his throat bobs roughly as he silently pleads for anything from you. “…I saw your toy…”

A smirk forms across your lips as rub your thumb against his pouty lips. “I know you did. You did a very bad job at hiding that you snooped.”

His face darkens even more and he looks away, embarrassed and vulnerable. You giggle and pepper his face with tiny baby kisses. He holds you close again and hides his face, groaning, “I’m such an idiot.”

“Did you imagine me using it?”

He nods shyly. 

“Did it feel good to think about it? Hm? Come on…”

He tries to buck his hips upward and into you. “Please…” 

“So needy…” you tease. He helps you lower onto his cock and adjust to his girth. “Oh my god…fuuuck Ves.” 

He grabs your hips as his breathing becomes ragged. “Please. Don’t. Move. Yet”

“Why, Ves? Too good?”

“Yes oh my god….fuck.”

“Does it make you wanna cum? Hm? Are you that desperate?”

“Ffffuck. Fuck. Just for you. It’s always just been…for you.”

“Then lay there and be my toy.”

You lean up a little with your hand on his chest. Your hips rock back and forth as you adjust yourself to rub your clit against him. He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re just grinding against him instead of fucking yourself with his cock. No…he looks like he’s found heaven. He’s still holding on to you but he looks like he could be moved…manipulated…how ever you wanted. 

“Pretty girl…oh my god…fuck. FUCK” he grips your hips and tries to move you faster but you swat him away. “Mm…please. Please use me…please touch me…please I’ve been so good. So good. I…fuck…I’ve wanted to sneak in here so bad…watch you play with yourself…or…mm…wait for you to come out of the shower. Please.”

You stop to look down at him. You’re in control right now but that doesn’t mean you aren’t teetering over the edge. You’re gagging for it. You want to bounce and moan and “please daddy daddy daddy” on it but you’ve got him in a very very fun position. “‘Being good’ would have been coming to play with me. Silly boy. You’ve been having fun touching yourself without me.”

He whines like a dumb puppy “nooo that’s not…babe…” You chuckle and press your hand to his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs again as he whines with his teeth clenched…is he about to cry? “Quit being a cock tease! Fuck!” 

You squeeze a little on his throat, which elicits the sluttiest noise you’ve heard from any man you’ve fucked. “Listen to you. Bratty and eager. You gonna cum for me? Once I get started again you won’t be able to hold it…no…no you won’t.” You flash him a devilish grin and start bouncing on top of him. Your hand has moved to his collarbone but he quickly pulls you down by your wrist. His face is smothered in your chest, but you’re losing your balance and ability to ride him bent over like this. He holds your ass down and starts fucking up into your pussy kind of like your favorite little thrusting toy…but this one whimpers and pouts and whispers little desperate words of praise as he cums inside you. 

“I need to see you cum.” He says pushing you off of him. “Please. Let me help you. Please baby…” he pins you down on your back in a breathless, messy kiss. You spread your legs and start to rub your clit. He pulls away, wiping your combined spit off his mouth and lets his jaw fall when he sees the mess he’s made of you. “I wanna help…please…please…”

You’re already close but when he starts tonguing your slit where his cum seeps out of you, you’re done for. Even after you stop rubbing your clit he still licks and sucks at you…like he has to….

And he does. What if this was a one time thing? What if this was just for fun? What if you actually don’t care beyond this morning? Vessel wants to soak all of your cum and spit and scent up and lock himself away so he can’t forget it. He can’t share it. When he finally gets his fill, he looks down at you softly. And you smile back up at him. As if you hadn’t just been absolute little whores together…you enjoyed yourself…you enjoyed him. 

He slumps beside you and yawns. “You know I like you, yeah?” 

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Oh is that what that meant?”

He flicks your arm and lays on top of you, trapping you in a big hug. “You know what I mean. I want this. I want you. Everything. All of it.” 

You stroke his back and breathe him in…thinking about how fun it would be to just cut the bullshit…just be together. And you do.

[miya-rin]

“what the fuck do you two think youre doing?”

shit, you think, you didnt notice the balcony door had been slid open until you heard the voice of one of your brothers. you start to pull away from suna’s lips which earns you a small whine from his end, his grip tightens around you and honestly its quite cute the way he is trying so hard to savour the moment. “come back later, we’re kinda busy.” the boy mutters before trying to move your face away from the distraction so that he can kiss you once more.

“suna you get your hands off of her right now, i dont give a fuck that its your birthday.” osamu pipes up, he looks furious and a little bit disgusted, if it hadnt been for the situation youre in right now you would think its kind of funny.

“samu lay off him, it was a mutual agreement, im just as guilty as he is ok?” that does not seem to help the boys understand, if anything they seem even more angry with you both.

“what the fuck do you mean it was a mutual agreement? are you two hooking up or something? yn he just turned 18 a few hours ago are you forgetting that?” atsumu says, he is rambling on with every excuse he can think of as to why this is “so wrong”, from the corner of your eye you can see suna trying so very hard to hide the grin that is creeping its way onto his face, his hands still all over you despite the fact that you arent alone anymore.

“listen, it was his birthday wish ok? i swear it didn’t mean anything,” sunas grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, “i just though it would get him off my back and get him over his little crush on me.” suna’s facial expression shifts but you choose to ignore it, you have bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

“no this is not ok, how would you feel if me or samu kissed one of your friends because it was their birthday wish?”

“that’s different, why would my friends want to kiss either of you?”

“excuse me? ill have you know that many women want to kiss me! and dont think youre getting off the hook either suna, ill make sure you never-“ you dont even want to hear the threat that is about to come out of his mouth, you just want to get out of this shitty situation.

“boys please, just give us five minutes to talk and then we will be back inside ok? i promise.” your efforts to plead with your brothers finally work.

“…fine,” atsumu mumbles, “but this better be a one time thing. im not gonna deal with you two being all lovey dovey around me.” and with that he lightly tugs on osamu’s sleeve, signalling him to walk back inside and continue the party. he closes the balcony door but not before bringing two fingers up to his eyes and then pointing them at the two of you. its a warning.

you turn back to suna and notice the sad look on his face - he looks kinda cute like this, “so, what do-“.

“did you really mean what you just said to them?” the poor boy looks heartbroken, after waiting three years to finally have a chance with the girl he loves wants the moment is ruined like that? “did you actually just do that so i would leave you alone?” his hands fully leave your body now and he takes a step back to put some distance between you two.

“well i mean sort of yeah… ive never looked at you in any way other than my brothers best friend if im going to be honest, i dont know if thats because of the age difference or what but ive never thought we could be anything.” the look of hurt is prominent on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide it, normally playful banter would have been thrown back and forth between the two of you but rintarou just stays silent, an indication that youve fucked up.

“listen suna i dont know what you want me to say, i wasnt really thinking when i said that to atsumu it just came out. i am 4 years older than you and many people would not approve of us if i decided to give you a chance.”

“who cares? i could treat you so right if you would just let me. i have waited entirely too long for this moment, all im asking for is one date.”

“you said that about the kiss too, one thing is never enough with you is it? you always need more.” a playful smile creeps onto your face which is outshined by the one on sunas, he knows that your smile means that you agree to go on a date with him.

“i really hope you arent fucking with me right now, that would be so cruel, especially on my birthday.”

“oh give the birthday excuse a rest now will you? you dont need to keep on at me you have already got what you want.”

“mhm i absolutely have,” he walks closer and once again wraps his arms around you, placing a hand under your jawbone to make you look up at him, “and i couldnt be happier.” he states as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss once more <3

[lustlovehart]

I think about the shadow husband Jade often. I think about how in love he is with his spouse who walked straight out of a Jane Austen novel. It's giving cat owners with scraggly cat

This is really funny cause I was thinking about TWYD Jade too!! (I was working on the epilogue from his pov earlier today :D)

Oughhhh I absouloutely adore Jade and Reader in TWYD because of this dynamic!! It won’t be too focused upon in the epilogue as I want to focus on Jade a bit more, so I’ll explain here!!! I like to think Reader is apart of the ‘marriage isn’t needed to be happy’ group! of their time. The only reason they really married Azul however, isn’t from the need of financial gain or position improvement, but simply because they genuinely love him, wholeheartedly.

It’s what makes their intital dislike towards Jade after their marriage so strong. While they wedded Azul because they knew he would never use them for such things as power, not without being honest with it at least. Jade however… while their history has them being close to him… Chances are that dubious look is hoping for an advantage that’s more than just a marriage, though… Perhaps wealth? You’ve been left with a very hefty sum in the wake of your husband’s death after all. You wouldn’t put it behind him to do such a thing.

Though…

You’ve always been completely unaware of how smitten he is with you, to such a point that this marriage isn’t for power… but the hope that maybe you can love him too.

Maybe he’s in one of those rare moments where he’s not the sly and duplicitous man he typically is, but a version of himself that has him longingly staring out the window. He has a blank expression on his face as he looks down at the river, his fingers playing with his ring. If anyone saw him, they could easily perceive him for a man in grieving.

Well, in fairness, he is, but not for the death of a human. Rather, he mourns what never existed. Not yet at least.

His sighing only seemed to increase more and more throughout the day, each one making you pinch his side. Right when he was about to let out his nth exhale, he feels you cover his mouth with your palm. You look exhausted with him, rolling your eyes when he turns his head to look at you. His greeting is muffled through your skin, it’s ticklish, but you don’t dare to tell him that. It’ll serve him a surprise advantage for a later day.

“Perhaps you should cease such mannerisms. I could hear you all the way from the modiste.” you can feel his smile, as well as see it in his eyes. When he attempts to speak again, your hand keeps him from it once more. It’d be better if you had cloth to halt his speaking, but not hearing his horribly deep voice is nice—

A warm muscle licks across your skin, causing you to retract your hands immediately. Cool air hits Jade’s saliva that’s now on your skin, growing a scowl on your face.

“My… No gloves? That’s quite scandalous.” He tuts at you as if you’re in public, his body shielding your naked arms from view, as if the room isn’t empty.

“You have seen me in sleepwear more than once, do not act like a shepherd in heat at the sight of a wrist, Jade.”

“Well I must be weary, if you are to be wearing such an outfit in public—! I could not bear the thought of having to duel each suitor who longs for you. If I perished before loving you to fulfillment, I’d be despaired in heaven.” He puts a hand to his heart, sniffling as he wipes away his fake tears.

“Do not be ridiculous,” you walk over to the window, taking its handles and pulling them in, “Lady luck would have you unfortunately, win each duel. Besides,” Your eyes lock onto the photo of Jade and Azul on the ledge. Jade can see the way your naked finger grazes Azul’s cheek, a soft smile plastered on your lips. “The angels would not let a man like you so much as breathe their pure air.”

He laughs at your retort, entirely forgoing the look you gave to his picture. He doesn’t have the chance to come up with his own reply before you’re already walking back to his doors, Jade looking at your leaving form.

“Ah wait,” you stop to turn to him, your hand already pushing the exit out, “Did you come for a reason? You must have something else to tell.” He watches you look away, your face running through multiple expressions of thinking.

“Mm… I don’t believe so.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

For a moment, silence lingers between the two of you, before you bow and finally take your long awaited leave. The shutting doors shutter a loud clash as soon as they close, Jade not wasting a second to take the photo from before and throw it to the floor. The frame shatters, the glass cracking in all directions—

Except towards Azul.

Truly, how different is he from him? You might’ve only seen Azul’s soft side, but he was truly no better than himself when it came to such business…! He was juts as cunning, and devious, and greedy—

…

Ah yes, it’s okay. Because…

There’s no longer an Azul for you to see anymore.

———

I like to think after this Jade’s hugging reader in bed as they sleep, meanwhile they’re pulling Jade’s head away by his hair like he’s some sort of wet cat 💀

[reidtina]

Vodka Girl

Pairing: jack schlossberg x fem!reader

Content warnings: +18 MDI public sex (im only noticing now that thats kind of my thing now lol), vaginal fingering, petnames (vodka girl, pretty girl, whiskey guy), orgasm, alcohol, casual sex (:()

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: Before Jack Schlossberg was the president of the USA and dated Y/N, he was a recent Harvard graduate and she was a Vogue photographer covering an event at the White House.

a/n: this is kind of a prequel to the president!jack fanfictions on my profile, but can also be read independently. repost and like it if you like it, also requests open for jack and spencer reid! and sorry i disappeared, i was kinda unmotivated and didnt have ideas. its on ao3 too

It had been only a few months since you became a photographer for Vogue and you still hadn’t gotten totally used to the fanciness and all the famous and important people you had to photograph, but tonight was especially important, you were covering an event in the White House, which meant having to be around a few of the most important men and women in the whole country. It’s been hours and nothing had gone wrong so far, so you decided to reward yourself with a little drink, who could blame you? You’ve been working for hours and hadn’t eaten or drunken anything so far. So you make your way to the bar and sit down, but before you could order anything a man sat next to you with a beer on his hand and as much as you tried to stay professional, you couldn’t help but notice he was really hot, he had dark hair, was tall, was wearing a suit, well, every men there was, but he looked better than all of them in it. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite put a name to the face yet, but considering this was an event for high-classed people, it wasn’t surprising people here looked familiar.

You probably shouldn’t have stared so much at his hands, because he definitely noticed, as he said: “No ring”, which really confused you, and he could see it on your face because he felt the need to explain himself  “I’m sorry, I thought you were checking my fingers for a wedding ring or something, my bad” He said and chuckled embarrassed, making you join him in the laughter.

 “No, I was just impressed with how nice your hands are” the second the words came out of your mouth you wanted to die, why the fuck would anyone say that? Fuck. But somehow that didn’t freak him out or made him get up and leave, instead he laughed and said: “I’m Jack, by the way”

“Y/N.” You smiled politely

“Would you like to come with me, Y/N?” he said near to your ear “This party is so boring” he added. You didn’t know what to do, you were here for work, after all, but it’s been hours and you had taken more than enough photos already, maybe you could give yourself a half hour break. So you nod saying “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Come on.” he softly laughed as he took you by the hand to the beautiful moonlit garden. He took a deep breath before stopping between a bench and a wall, looking around to check if anyone was looking. He then looked down at the bottle of beer and then at you, smiling before opening the bottle and taking a long sip, making a disgusted face as he pulled it away, “Ah, I hate this stuff.” He chuckled and passed you the bottle.

You take a sip from the bottle as well and agreed saying “Yeah, me too”

He laughed, grabbing the bottle from your hand, putting his lips where yours were just a few moments ago, before taking a sip again, wincing at the bad taste. “I'm more of a whiskey kind of man.” He said, looking at the bottle and then at you with the corner of his eye.

“I’m more of a vodka kind of woman.”

He chuckled again, taking another sip, “Vodka girl, uh?” he said, leaning against the wall and facing you, “Any particular reason why?”

“I like the way it goes down” you say with a smirk, trying to be sexy and funny to impress him. You weren’t usually like this, you tended to act natural around guys, but he’s just so hot you can’t risk being weird or boring.

He smirked too, crossing his arms on his chest and taking another sip before passing you the almost empty bottle. “No reason to be surprised you drink vodka, though, you have the look for it.” he teased, making an obvious look up and down on you.

You tilt your head to the side and raise your eyebrows before asking playfully, yet genuinely curious “What's that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled at your pose, taking the almost empty bottle from your hands before putting it on the bench next to you and taking a step closer. He looked at you up and down once again, a smirk on his lips.

“You look like you have a strong but soft personality, vodka is strong, and you make a soft impression. You also have a sharp gaze.” He said, looking deep into your eyes.

You chuckle, nervous with his sudden closeness “I'll take that”

He smiled, slowly stepping closer until you were pressed against the wall behind you, his hands on each side of you, against the wall, trapping you, but not making full contact with you yet. “So, vodka girl..." he said in a low tone. “What's the story? Here alone?”

“I’m a photographer for Vogue, I’m just covering the event. You?”

He chuckled, slowly resting the tip of his fingers on your hips, moving them slightly to the side, but still keeping a small distance between your bodies.

He looked into your eyes with a smirk on his lips, “I'm just here by myself, politics is a family business, you know?” When he said that, something clicked inside your brain and you realized who he was, he was Jack Schlossberg, JFK’s grandson. “I just graduated college, so now I’m being more active in these kind of events with my family.” His attractiveness was already making you nervous, but now there was his name to make things harder. A Kennedy? Is your dress pretty enough to be around someone like that? How do you even breath? You have to act cool, so you smile. He smiles back “So I see we are the same.” he said  while softly caressing your sides up and down, “Both alone at this boring event, no one is wearing a ring, which means we are both single, right?”

You chuckle, you were so nervous, but he’s so nice, so it’s suddenly easier to breath and so you say “I think so, I am at least”

He smiled once again, tilting his head to the side, “I'm single too.” he said, his voice lower and his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly and softly moved his fingers to your hips, “So both single at a boring event, we came here alone and now we are alone in the garden...”

You smile and say “It looks like it, what do you think about it?”

“I think...” he whispered, his fingers digging into your sides on your hips, “I think a pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending the night alone.”

“Oh, yeah? And how are we going to fix this?” you ask, finally thinking you’re being cool enough. He chuckled and finally moved his body fully in contact with yours, pinning you against the wall by your hips, “I have an idea.” he said in a low tone by your ear, his hands slowly sliding up your sides. “Hm, tell me.” you said, knowing you should stop it, but unable to actually do it.

He smirked, his hands now fully touching your body and his lips close to your ear, “I think we should spend the end of the night together...” he whispered, slowly letting his teeth graze the skin on your neck. You smirk “Sounds good to me” no, it doesn’t, what the fuck are you doing, Y/N? You’re working here, for fuck’s sake, why did you say that it’s good?

He smiled and slowly left a trail of kisses on your neck, his body pressing against you even more. “I'm glad you agree, vodka girl.” This nickname made you feel things that you probably shouldn’t be feeling right here, right now, but it’s impossible to contain it when a man this hot is around you. He slowly began moving his lips up to your jawline, “So we have a plan for the night, hm?”

“Yeah, we do, whiskey guy” you hope the nickname does the same to him as it did to you.  He chuckled against your skin, “I love that nickname.” he said before putting his hand under your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side, allowing access to more of your neck. He began leaving a few more kisses on the side of your neck, his hand leaving your chin and slowly moving down your body, his fingers tracing your shape.

He began moving back to your ear, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered, “I have one rule, vodka girl.” His fingers played with the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up and exposing more skin, touching it ever so softly. This was so, so wrong but so hard to resist, so you can’t help the words “And what is it?” from coming out of your mouth. He slowly lifted your leg up with his free hand, his fingers digging into your skin while lifting it and pinning it against the wall between his body and yours. So, so wrong.  He looked into your eyes as he leaned closer, his face millimeters from yours, almost touching your lip, “You have to be silent.”

Okay, it’s beyond wrong, but it’s so hot. “What? You’re going to do me here?” You ask, still a little nervous and surprised.  He smirked, taking your earlobe between his teeth and slowly started moving his hand further up on your leg, his touch leaving you craving more. “Can you be quiet?” he whispered, his lips just above your neck. Fuck it, you only live once or whatever.

“That depends on how good you are” you finally gave in to your desires. He chuckled, moving his hand even further up your leg, the thin fabric of your dress the only thing stopping him from touching you. “Oh, pretty girl, you don't know the limits to my good time.” he said as he started slowly leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your jaw. “Then I can't promise i can be quiet, I might have to bite you to keep my mouth shut” you smirked. He bit his lip, moving his hand to your hip and pressing his body against yours, the pressure almost making you gasp but you somehow managed to stay silent. “Bite whatever you want, vodka girl, but keep quiet, we're out in the open after all. We wouldn't want to get caught.” He leaned his face closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, “Unless...” he paused, his voice low and seductive, “Unless you don't mind being heard, hm?”

That question brought out a seductive chuckle from you and you asked him: “Does the idea of me being loud out here in public risking getting caught turn you on?” He groaned lowly as he heard the question, his eyes closing from the sound of your chuckle, “You have no idea...” he said, his voice shaky now. His body was fully pressed against yours, and you can feel exactly how it affected him, especially on the spot under his belt.

You fake innocence while playing with his tie. He swallowed hard, feeling you slowly toying with his tie as he tried to form words in his mind, the heat of your touch making it hard to think. He needed no further invitation, the look on your eyes was enough to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you, so he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to a more secluded part of the garden, far away from any guests or cameras, making sure no one could see you.

“You asked for it, vodka girl.” He said as he gently sat you down on a soft patch of grass next to a wall, his body covering yours as he pinned you against the ground, his body pressed between your legs, and his lips just above your neck. He began attacking your neck with kisses, his tongue and teeth now on your skin. He whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “Now be quiet.”

You chuckle as you say “Whatever you say, boss”. He smirked as the sound of your words hit his ear, moving his lips to your ear, “That's a good girl.” He whispered into it. He started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while slowly moving his hands to the hem of your dress, slipping his hands underneath the thin fabric.

His touch was light and teasing, slowly moving up higher on your legs, “I want to hear those pretty little moans of yours, pretty girl.” he whispered against your neck, his fingers digging into the skin on your leg.

“Then touch me and make me cry out for you” you said, getting bolder and bolder as desire began taking over you, unable to contain yourself, even knowing the dangers of keeping it going, this was John Fucking Kennedy's grandson after all, your grandma probably had the hots for his grandpa and now he was here, about to fuck you.

“With pleasure.” he said as he began moving his hands higher, his fingers feeling your skin as they inched upward, slowly but getting closer to where you craved him. Thankfully you were wearing good underwear. He began sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys where your hair would cover later, thankfully, but still making sure he left his mark as he finally reached the edge of your underwear, “I want to hear you, vodka girl. I want to hear all the pretty noises you make when I touch you. But only I can hear it, got it?” You nod and beg: “Please.” He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear, "Please what, pretty girl?" he teased, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear.

“Please, just touch me” you ask impatiently.

He smiled against your neck, enjoying the way you're melting under his touch. ”Say, please again and I'll give you exactly what you want.” he whispered, his fingers still tracing up and down the edge of your underwear. “Please, I need your fingers deep inside me” you begged, too horny to feel embarrassed. He smirked, his lips hovering over your ear, “That's a good girl.” He didn't make you wait any longer, his hands finally moving where you wanted him, a soft moan escaping your lips almost immediately as his fingers found your entrance and started moving in and out of you. He groaned as you let out a sound, his body still pressing against yours as much as it could “Careful, pretty girl. You don't want to be too loud.” He began slowly and gently caressing your clit with his thumb while still moving his fingers in and out of you, his touch soft but firm, making sure to build up the tension. His lips left your ear and you pull him in for a kiss to try and stay quiet.

He was caught off guard by your sudden pull but quickly melted into the kiss, his tongue slipping through your lips, tasting you, and exploring the inside of your mouth while his hand continued exploring your pussy. You moan softly through the kiss and he lets out a low growl, the sound of your moan only driving him further. He continued to kiss you, his tongue tangled with yours, while his free hand slowly moved up your body, touching and exploring every inch of you. He muttered between kisses, his voice low and ragged, “You taste so good, vodka girl. You made my night"

“Can you please fuck me?” You ask without thinking of the consequences, right now nothing else mattered, only having his dick deep inside you. He groaned at your question, his body reacting to your words and the sound of your panting. “What a polite woman asking ‘please’.” he said, his voice low and seductive, the sound of it sending a shiver through you. He whispered in your ear, “Do you wanna feel me, vodka girl?” to which you couldn't say anything other than “Yes, please.” He smirked, slowly moving his fingers away from your body, leaving you craving his touch.

He let out a deep-throated chuckle, his breath warm against your ear, “You're such a good girl, so I'm going to give you exactly what you want.” his words made your body build up with anticipation.

He began gently biting and sucking on your neck, but making sure not to leave marks where your hair wouldn't cover later, while his hands began to move down, slowly pushing up the fabric of your dress. “Do you have a condom?” you ask and he chuckled, slowly pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes. “I do." he said, his voice low and seductive, "I always come prepared.”

You roll your eyes playfully “To this kind of event? What a man whore.” as much as you were joking, you couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy, you must be sick. He laughed, pinning you to the ground again, his body entirely covering yours, “I can't resist when I'm around a beautiful woman like you, vodka girl. You make me weak”

You pushed any jealousy away and asked “Then please fuck me already”

He moved closer to your ear, whispering, “When you ask like that, how can I say no, vodka girl?” and you take it as your sign to start unbuckling his belt, he lets out a sharp gasp at the feeling of your hands on his pants. “Eager, are we?” he said in a low tone, his breathing getting heavier with the way you were touching him. You roll your eyes and tease “Oh, shut up, we have to be quick, you know that” He chuckled “You're quite feisty, vodka girl. I like that.” He leaned in closer, his face hovering millimeters from yours, “But not that quick, though. I'm going to make sure you remember my name when we're done.” he said it as if you could forget him, but his words send shivers up your spine either way and you reply in a whisper “Just quick enough to make sure we don't get caught.”

”Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm used to multitasking. I'll make sure you're completely satisfied, and we won't be caught.” as he finishes that sentence he pulls out a condom from his pocket and pulls his pants just down enough to take his cock out, and fuck, what a dick, it was big and thick, and you knew it'd hit just the right spots. He smirked, his eyes fixed on you as he quickly rolls the condom onto himself, when he's ready he positions himself between your legs, his body pressing yours down, his eyes holding an intense look of hunger and desire, “Are you ready, vodka girl?”

You nod, not finding the words, but that was all the invitation he needed, as he slowly pushed your panties to the side and began pushing it inside you, when he felt how thigh your pussy was, he groaned, the sound deep and full of the need he had for you. Once he had already entered all his length in you, he started moving himself against you, his eyes locked on yours, “Say my name. I want to hear you.” You moan softly at his request “Jack, please”

His body shuddered from the sound of his name on your lips. ”That's a good girl” he said in a low voice. “Say it again.”

“Jack, we have to be quiet” you moan between thrusts.

He started moving a little faster, his body pressed against yours as he whispered, “You're just too sexy, I can't resist you.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him even closer, “You're unbelievable, vodka girl.”

He continued to move inside of you, his body pressing against yours, both your breathes heavy and ragged. “You feel so good. I can't get…” He couldn't find the words to speak as the pleasure continued to build up between you. He was close, and he knew you were close to the edge too. He groaned, his body shuddering, “You're so perfect. I can't hold back anymore. Say my name once again”

“Jack” you moan softly into his ear and the sound of your voice mixed with your hot breath into his ear make his body shudder with release, and he whispers your name back in your ear over and over as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

He collapses on top of you, panting and trying to catch his breath, “You're incredible, Y/N. I wasn't expecting anything like this tonight.” You try to catch your breath as you pull the hem of your dress down again and pull your panties back to their place. He gently rolls onto his back beside you, still catching his breath, and turns to look at you as he removes the condom and pulls his pants up. He smiles, his eyes still holding a hint of desire and satisfaction. “You're quite the troublemaker, vodka girl.” he teased, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face with his free hand.

“I could same the same about you, whiskey guy.”

He chuckled, rolling onto his side to face you. “Me, a troublemaker? I'm innocent.” he says, giving you an mock innocent look before grinning and reaching out to trace a finger along your cheek, “You're the one who got me all worked up, pretty girl.”

As a little bit of reasoning thinking washes over you, you say: “Maybe we should get back to the party now, we can't risk someone seeing us lying down on the garden.” He sighs, reluctantly agreeing “You're right. We can't risk getting caught.”

He sits up, buckling his belt and straightening his hair, before making a knot on the used condom and putting it into his pocket. “Well, this is kinda gross” he laughs and offers you the other hand. “But let's head back in and try to look innocent.” You take his hand while laughing and get up.

He leads you back to the inside, his hand still holding yours. As you enter the room again, you both try to act nonchalant, like nothing happened, but nobody seems to have noticed your absence either way. He whispers to you, trying not to attract attention, “We gotta act natural, vodka girl. Don't want to raise suspicion.” The fact that he’s worrying now when he’s then one that initiated the whole thing makes you chuckle and you say ���I think we’re in the clear now”

He chuckles too, the tension of getting caught slowly fading away. “You’re right, looks like we’re in the clear” he agreed after looking around the room. “So, I think I should try to get back to the boring conversations, but before I go, can I get your number?” he asked and after you gave it to him and got back to work, he spent the rest of the night thinking about you, looking around the room, hoping to get a glance of you.

[mochinomnoms]

hrng… trey birthday fic…

I’m not gonna lie, for awhile, I didn’t really like trey. i didn’t dislike him, mind you, but he was just kind of there. but all of a sudden, my brain was just thinkin about trey. like i’m just chillin at home, and i’m just thinking about trey. he’s just so…

and then you posted the birthday fic and godDAMN

Mochi, you are a genius. I am a buff trey truther. mans would have hella arm muscle and I will not accept any less. sorry i just keep thinking about trey now. he would have the biggest breeding kink its not even funny

anyhow, if you have more trey I would LOVE to read it especially if it’s about him being a pervert

i’m so normal i promise

as always, have a wonderful day ^^

-🦷

AAAAAA TY!!! I'm so glad that you're seeing the appeal for Trey he really is an underrated character!! I got that eldest daughter syndrome and Trey as a character feeds into that ngl.

I also had a crush on Peeta from The Hunger Games when I was a kid and I was remembering a bit where it was pointed out that as a baker, Peeta was actually hella strong (he could toss 100 lbs flour bags over his shoulder), so it would only make sense to me that Trey would be similar.

I image he would have a bit more of a sleeper build, so it's not obvious how strong he is until he's actually doing something physical (like fucking me—). None of the sprites do him justice in that regard, but this very specific panel from the manga does do things to me:

aaaaaaaaa big strong arms to hold you in~

Trey is also kinda silly in the fact that he canonically is really bad at flirting, or at the every least being suave/romantic. Poor ghost bride, getting her eyes compared to grapes...

He did say that it was cause he was put on the spot, which is partially true. I like to think that he's the type to just say something flirty or romantic without meaning to.

Think of an old married couple where one of them will casually drop a compliment like it's the most natural thing in the world. That's how Trey is, and he doesn't even realize it! It's very sweet, and it's very easy to fall for of course!

I, of course, have other thots as well tehehe~

He absolutely has the biggest breeding kink (no this isn't just copy and pasting my own kinks into my favs, wat you talking about?). He grew up with a happy family, and had a bit of a taste of what parenthood is like while taking care of his siblings.

He wants to replicate that for his own family, no doubt, but it's not exactly those reasons that he's so into breeding you. No, it's the, forgive him for the silly comparison, look of your hole absolutely stuffed like a éclair (which I've seen several people on here ask of him YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE).

The sight of you swollen, twitchy, and full hole is sooooosososososoooooo yummy, and he has the excuse that he has to make sure his seed will take to keep filling you! It's not until after when your belly is swelling with a baby that his pregnancy kink kicks in...but perhaps that's another discussion for another time.

My last thoughts for just this moment are that Trey maaaay have a slight bit of an oral fixation. He likes seeing your mouth on his dick, he likes to open your lips with his cum still resting on your tongue and running his fingers over your teeth, and he reeaaally likes to have you bite down on his neck and admire the teeth marks. Not enough to bleed, mind you, but enough that he could take a picture and then compare the marks to your actual teeth later on in fascination. It's only a little weird, indulge him won't you?

[4ranghaes]

need your thoughts on jealous myungjae… also good luck on your mid terms!! 💘

thank you anonie!!!🥰🥰 i have revised all day today its now 22:48 and im stopping. what happens now is between me and god.

blurb under cut!

ꕥ okay so jealous myungjae could completely go one of two ways…

ꕥ first way: if he’s in a more energetic/happy mood that day already, he’d just go super pouty

ꕥ like becoming more clingy, hanging off your body, pda in front of ANYONE

ꕥ also i can fully see him just starting to attack whoever’s interacting with you making him jealous,, like he’d just be like ‘back the fuck up pls thats my s/o’

ꕥ its all a bit of a joke but he’d definitely let his feelings known to you and you’d give him a little bit more love that night to make up for it

ꕥ the second way though: if he’s had a hard week/is a little bit fed up already we’d see the rare appearance of leader!jae

ꕥ yk the one i mean😏

ꕥ poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue, sucking his teeth, rolling his eyes

ꕥ once again making it known he’s not happy, but this time you feel a little bit more on edge about it

ꕥ not knowing if he’s gonna snap at you or at the person talking to you

ꕥ the snapping at the person would be yelling and some empty threats

ꕥ the snapping at you?! just the most fast-paced, aggressive sex you’ve ever had

ꕥ i really am not for the dom!myungjae agenda i’m for the switch! and definitely more sub leaning!myungjae agenda so im not meaning like hard dom

ꕥ but just RABID like he’d be slamming his hips into you so hard you dont have time to breath

ꕥ mumbling to himself about the other guy and how he’d never fuck you as good as he could

GOD i need his dick

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myung jaehyun x reader [smut, fem!reader]

18:06 - “hey, y/n,” sungho smiled, pulling his earphone off his ear as he strolled into the kitchen, dirty plate and wrappers in hand.

“hey sungho!” you greeted him, watching as he threw all his rubbish in the bins before coming next to you to begin washing his plate in the sink.

you were preparing drinks for you and myungjae, but suddenly your focus was elsewhere, watching sungho’s strong arms finish washing up his dishes and begin wiping down the kitchen.

“what?” sungho laughed, suddenly conscious as he saw your gaze on him.

“nothing!” you squeaked, turning back to the tea.

“it’s not nothing,” sungho teased, poking your back, “you were staring at my arms!”

“shut up, sungho, no i was not!” you laughed, swatting his pointing finger away.

sungho laughed, dropping the subject as you finished stirring, throwing the spoon in the sink and turning to leave.

“what’s so funny?” jaehyun asked, tired eyes watching you as he took the mug from your hand. he’d just come out the bathroom, stopping to help you on the way to his bedroom.

“nothi—”

“y/n couldn’t help but admire my body,” sungho sang, squeezing out the cloth and putting it back in the sink.

you watched his toned hand with beady eyes before turning back to your boyfriend and shaking your head quickly.

jaehyun rolled his eyes, scoffing before grabbing your arm and beginning to drag you to his bedroom, “whatever.”

“myungjae, i’m serious, i wasn’t–” you started, pulling on him in reply as you reached his bedroom.

“whatever,” he hissed, placing his mug on his desk.

“myungjae,” you pouted, wrapping an arm around him, “please don’t be mad at me.”

“i’m not mad at you,” he mumbled, turning to you and running a hand over your hair, leaning down to nibble at your neck, “i’m just…”

“what? jealous?” you teased. bad idea.

myungjae pushed you back, your body landing on the bed as he quickly rid himself of his clothes, leaving marks all the way down your body as he did the same to you.

“jae…” you whined, as he nibbled at your bikini line.

“god, say my name again,” he whimpered, jerking off his cock with his hand as he loomed over your body, his other hand splayed over your stomach, holding you down to the bed.

“jaehyun,” you moaned, leaning up to lick the tip as he whined loudly.

“fuck, my baby,” he murmured, moving his hand off his dick and placing them instead next to your head to hold himself up, inserting the tip of his cock in your tight entrance.

you squirmed, whimpering as he did so. without warning, though, he then slammed the whole length inside, leaving you squirming and moaning loudly. “myungjae, oh my god! what– why—”

“just needed to be inside you,” he muttered, wet kisses being trailed on the side of your neck as he started fucking into you at an inhuman pace, “you’re mine. say it, please. you’re not sungho’s you’re mine!”

“i’m yours, jae, baby– oh fuck!” you moaned, throwing your head back on the bed as jaehyun smirked into your body, “all yours, baby, not sung—”

you bit back a scream as jaehyun pulled out, turning you over and entering again, this time from behind, “don’t say his name. just keep saying mine… please…”

[dodger432101]

If you’re up for it, could I request Lux and reader having passionate reunion sex? Oh! Bonus if Lux is DETERMINED to give the reader 5 climaxes to make up for 5 years of him being gone. Of course, with fluffy aftercare😊😊😊

[Yes yes yes I most certainly can!!! I daresay I cooked a hearty meal. Of course, THIS CONTAINS SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ.]

After 5 long years, you finally have your God back. When he showed himself to you again, up on the big screen, you practically screamed with joy. Lux had crawled out, beaming down at you as he crouched on the stage. Fresh from the cartoon, he's a bit big, you fit right into his hand. He uses this to his advantage, picking you up gently and cuddling you to his cheek as he distributes some light off of himself. Being a giant has its perks, but he prefers a slightly smaller size. Once he’s back down to 3ft you take him home. With the energy from The Doctor he could sustain a real body, the light from the rising sun not affecting him. Jeez, the sun was rising? You must’ve spent all night in Palazzo.

The joy of having Lux back keeps any fatigue at bay. Still, he’s traveled the universe to get back to you, so you lead him up to your bedroom. “Cozy place, toots.” He wastes no time hopping onto your bed, shoes slipping right off his feet and onto the floor with a slide whistle sound effect. His hat drifts away from his head and onto the nightstand next to your bed. You sit down next to him, helping him out of the tailcoat and vest of the toon he’s once again taken the form of. It makes you wonder..

“How come you’ve gone with the Ring-A-Ding look again?”

Lux grins up at you as you undo his little bowtie. “Well, it got no complaints from you last time, angel.” The wink he sends you already has a red blush forming. God, 5 years apart really did make you weak against his charms. “Besides that.. I guess I just like it. All the cartoon logic is quite handy, and I have to admit, I am fascinated by humanity’s creativity. I mean, look at me! What even am I? A pig, a bug, a man?” He points at his nose, antennae and face as he lists off the components that make up the toon’s look. “Who else would even think to do that? All these different things, put together to make something new. I think that’s why we Gods visit Earth so often. You take our concepts and just run with them, unlike any other lifeform in the universe. You are incredible little creatures.” Now only in a shirt and pants, he leans back on his hands. “And you especially, my love. Who would’ve thought the mighty God of Light would fall in love with a human? Not me, that’s for sure! But now that I have..” He blinks slowly at you, his eyes changing from the black of Ring to the brilliant gold of the God you love so much. “You’ve captivated me, sunshine, more than any light in the universe ever has. I hated being apart from you. It’s funny, isn’t it? I had all the light I could ever dream of, and yet the only thing I wanted was to be with you again.”

You pull him into a kiss to stop the tears forming in your eyes. Lux just about moans at the feeling of your lips after so long without them, his arms curling around your neck. Life finally felt right again, for the both of you. You’re where you belong. Together. You wrap an arm under his legs, lifting him up and into your lap as your tongue slips into his mouth. Your free hand goes behind his head, fingers splayed over his head and the top of his neck. The combination of your tongue running over his and your fingers in his hair makes him shiver, a chuckle from you being muffled against his lips before you pull back. “I missed you, Lux. I think having Mr Pye around was the only thing keeping me sane.” Your attempt at making a joke of your struggle falls as flat as the 2D animation Ring-A-Ding originates from. Lux slinks his arms from around your shoulders, hands slowly coming up to cup your cheeks, a look of concern on his face. You can only whisper out your next words, almost afraid of being vulnerable. “I missed you so much..”

You’re brought into a hug as Lux gets up onto his knees while still in your lap, arms tightly around your neck again. “Oh, angel, I missed you too. So, so much. Damn that Time Lord for finding me, I never want to be without you again.” You squeeze him gently to your chest, the only thing keeping you from crying again was the way his hands glided along your back soothingly. A few minutes pass with the two of you just holding each other, until Lux lifts his head enough to look into your eyes. “How long have I been gone, sunshine?”

“5 years..”

He looks devastated at that. He's missed years of your life? You've been without him for 5 whole years? Just as he surges up to press his lips to yours, you catch the two beads of tears in the corner of his eyes. The force of Lux pushing into you has you on your back on the bed, your God quickly catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. Down in your stomach, a flame of heat begins to stir. It has been a long time since you've been with him.. You creep a hand up from around his middle to the front of his shirt, clumsily undoing the buttons from the top. Lux shivers when your fingers brush against his chest as you get down to the bottom of the shirt, watching him sit up and shrug it off of his shoulders. “Perhaps -if you're not too tired, my love-.. we should make up for lost time?”

Yes, yes, yes that is exactly what you want right now. At your enthusiastic nodding Lux laughs out that unique little giggle of his, causing a grin to spread onto your face. He hops off of you so you can get out of your work clothes, making a show of taking his pants off. Cheesy music plays in the background as he turns his back to you, looking over his shoulder to seductively smirk at you while he works them off his hips slowly, clearly trying to be a tease. All you have to do is take your shirt and bra off, the music scratches out as his antennae shoot up with a *poing*, practically jumping out of his pants to get to you.

He lets you shuffle up so your head is on the pillows, then he's on you again. “Oh I missed these..” His hands go right for your breasts, smirking at the way your breath hitches as his thumbs swipe over your perked nipples. “Seems they missed me too, huh?” He's choosing now to be silly? You cover your mouth with one hand to hide the smile that's forming, playfully glaring at him. Lux just rolls his eyes before latching onto your left breast. He keeps eye contact while he gives both of them plenty of attention, gaze half lidded and pupils morphed to big gold hearts.

By the time he finally lets them go and starts moving further down you can feel the inside of your thighs getting wet with how soaked you are. “Come on, sweetheart, hurry up.” Your God just grins at your whiny tone, fingers plucking at the waistline of your pants.

“I've left you on this planet without me for 5 years, sunshine, I'm going to make sure I make up for every second you've been without me.” How is he this calm? You can see his cock throbbing between his legs, twitching at every sound you make, yet you're the one being impatient. He gets your pants off of your legs, crawling back up to you with the gaze of a hungry animal. “5 years..” One hand strokes up your thigh, then teasingly stops right at the fabric of your panties. “It's only fair that I make you cum 5 times, right, angel?” His thumb is rubbing quick circles directly on your clit before you can even think of a response. “Give me the first one now, I think I've forgotten the face you make when you fall apart.” Your hips buck into his hand, back already arching from the sudden burst of pleasure. “I've always loved how sensitive your body is to my touch. It's like it knows you're mine, my angel, my love.” You can't concentrate on what he's saying as the knot in your stomach rapidly tightens. He can tell you're already close, your heavy breathing and head tilting back give it away. “That's it. Cum for me, sunshine.” And that knot snaps, your whole body shuddering with the first orgasm you've had since Lux disappeared.

When the last waves of your orgasm pass, he slowly pulls your panties off, giving an impressed whistle at your glistening pussy. “Luuuuxx, fuck me already, please?” The God of Light catches your hips as you lift them up to him, pinning you back down on the bed. Even though he shivers at your begging, he lies down between your legs, mouth right over your cunt.

He kisses from your clit to your entrance, eyes still laser focused on your face. “Patience, my dear.” His tongue licks all the way back up. “I want a taste of the sweet nectar you oh so generously make for me before I really go to town on this fucking pussy.” His lips latch onto your clit, alternating between sucking and lapping at you while you writhe in a mix of impatience and pleasure. As one of your hands goes down to grab his hair and pull him up, he intercepts it with his own and locks your fingers together, raising an eyebrow at you while his tongue circles your clit. Lux only pulls away to flash a grin at your pout before he dives back in, damn near devouring you. He squeezes your hand as your second orgasm draws near, making sure you're watching him. It doesn't take long for your pussy to clamp down on his tongue, the groan he muffles against you only amplifying your climax. When your sounds turn from pleasured to overstimulated he finally lets go, the thumbs of both his hands gently stroking over the skin they have access to.

You'd laid your head back on the pillow in the midst of that intense orgasm, breathing still heavy as you recover. When it evens out you lift your head to look at the smug little shit of a God between your legs. “Now are you going to fuck me? Please Lux, been waiting for your cock for years.” You try to play his game of guilt tripping, pouting with your best sad expression. He gets up enough to place a kiss on the hand of yours he's holding, now on his knees.

“I know, my love, I know. Want me inside you now, angel?” Lux smiles at your immediate nodding, a string of desperate ‘please’s leaving your mouth. It's right there, twitching against your thigh, leaking just as much as you are. You tilt your head back with a moan as he finally.. Wait. “You really should've specified what part of me you wanted, dolly!” That fucker has a finger inside of you instead. Just as you open your mouth to complain he pulls it out to the tip and shoves it back in, your words lost in the moan you let out. “I've gotten 2 out of you so far, sunshine, just 1 more and I'll fuck you for as long as you want. I'll stay inside of you all day, pretty lady, you just gotta ask and I'll do anything for you.” He's thrusting his finger in and out of you as he talks, watching you moan and cling to your pillow. “So fucking wet for me, and still so tight.. I'll fix that angel, don't you worry. Stretch you out so you can take every inch of me.” His finger's not quite big enough to reach your sweet spot, but it's nice and thick, rubbing up against walls in a way that has your legs shaking. Your third orgasm takes you by surprise, suddenly sending shockwaves through your body as your moans bounce off the walls.

Lux bites his lip as you clamp down on his finger, dick pulsing in time with each squeeze. “Please, Lux, please fuck me please..? Want you so bad, honey, need you to fuck me.” You're still coming down from that climax, chest heaving and eyes closed, but god, you need him. He moans under his breath, carefully pulling his finger from your dripping hole before he takes himself in hand and rubs it against your pussy, making sure he's fully coated in your juices.

“I've got you, angel. You'll have me, you'll take everything I give you, won't you? Gonna be a good girl and just lay there while I fuck you into the mattress?” You can only whine and nod at this point, pathetically desperate for him. He smiles, tapping his tip onto your clit before he lines up with your entrance. “Ready, love?” Your nodding is met with him clicking his tongue. “Gonna need words, dolly. Look at me,” He snaps his fingers twice, making you look into his bright gold eyes. “And tell me you're ready for me to fuck you.”

It takes you a few seconds to get your thoughts together, your mind turning to mush with each orgasm he's pulled from you. The sun is shining through your window, lighting him up with a warm morning glow. Almost instinctively you grab his hands. You can't watch him fade away again. The stern look on his face falters at that, changing to a reassuring smile as his thumbs rub over your knuckles. Things were different now, you weren't going to lose him. With a calming deep breath, you match his smile. “I'm.. ready for you to fuck me, Lux, please.” Saying that to him while looking into his eyes makes you blush, your gaze quickly going off to the side.

“Thank you, angel.” Lux strokes over your knuckles once more before he moves his hands to push your legs up towards your chest, letting him move in closer so he can lean over to your face. As he locks your lips in a soft kiss, one hand goes down to make sure he's lined up correctly, then his cock is pushing into you. There's barely any resistance, you're soaked and well stretched from his previous acts. You wrap your arms around him, one so your hand is on the back of his head and the other on his back, as he begins thrusting into you. At first he goes at a slower pace, getting used to the feeling of your pussy gripping onto him after all that time apart. It doesn't take long for him to speed up, moans from the both of you muffled as you playfully fight his tongue with yours. Lux growls into the kiss, purposefully shifting his hips so he's pounding into your sweet spot, the added pleasure throwing you off and getting him victory.

You pull him back by the hand on the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair. “You little cheat!” You're panting, cheeks red, gaze foggy with the ever increasing lust he's drawing out of you, but you still manage a light glare. Your God just smugly grins, mouth open, taking in deep breaths as you put his cock in a vice grip for his foul play. His head dips to your neck, licking, biting and sucking on the unmarked skin. He'll change that, everyone who sees you will know you're taken. You're his. The sensation of him marking you brings forth your next climax, moans turning to whines as he fucks you through it.

“Good girl, that's it just one more, pretty lady. Fuck, I missed this, missed you and those angelic sounds, this tight pussy that just gushes for me. Only me, right toots? You're all mine, my love, my light, mine, mine, mine..” His antennae are stuck in a heart shape, brushing up against your jaw with each thrust, his face buried into your neck. His cock is now throbbing each time he goes down to the hilt, you can feel him panting against your neck. With his orgasm approaching, Lux takes one hand to rub at your clit again. Your hips jump, overstimulated to tears at this point, you can only whimper as he whispers in your ear. “I know, I know, shh shh shh. Just want one more from you angel then we're done. Cum for me, my pretty light, my only love, cum for me and I'll pump you full.”

With a cry of his name, you lock your legs around Lux and shudder through your fifth, and final, orgasm. At the first pulse that grips his cock your God moans deeply into your ear, burying himself to the hilt and cumming as deep inside of you as he can. Even in the middle of his climax, he gently lays your legs out flat, massaging your thighs so they're not too stiff tomorrow. Or later today. Your arms collapse onto the bed either side of you, completely worn out after so many orgasms. Lux kisses over your neck as you even out your breathing, blowing raspberries to your skin just to get a giggle out of you.

After a few minutes he lifts himself onto his hands, smiling wearily at you. “You ok, my love? Gosh you look tired.” He moves a hand from your leg to cup your cheek, his smile growing as you lean into his touch. “My gorgeous angel..” The sun had moved enough by now to shine onto the both of you. Lux admired the way its light made your sweaty skin glisten, the way it reflected in your eyes as you looked up at him. You truly were the most beautiful thing in the universe.

“..ux?”

He blinks, looking between both your eyes. You just smile at him. “Finished making heart eyes at me, love? There's tissues on the nightstand, if you wouldn't mind cleaning us up.” One blue arm comically loops over to it, a cartoon whistle following its movement. You chuckle as you watch it follow the same path back. The both of you take some tissues, helping each other with the -rather copious- mess you've made.

With that out of the way, you cuddle Lux to you, slow kisses being exchanged as you relax after that workout. He pulls back after a while, head on your pillow, smiling at you. “Do you need anything, angel? A drink, something to eat, maybe some clothes?” He glances at the mixed pile you'd made as you both had undressed. You just bury your face into his chest, smiling as you look up and see a dark blue over his cheeks.

“Later. I just want to be with you right now.”

“That's more than fine with me, sunshine.” Lux wraps his arms around your head, hands gently combing through your hair as you sink into the mattress, finally relaxed and sleepy, knowing you have your God back with you. He kisses the top of your head before he rests his cheek there. “I love you. I'll still be here when you wake up, my darling angel, I'm here to stay. Goodnight- or y’know, good morning, since the sun's up.” Your giggles are muffled against his skin.

“Good morning and goodnight, Lux. I love you too, my radiant little God.” You smile as you feel him hug you a little tighter, quickly falling asleep, safe and sound in the arms of the God of Light.

[satoruhour]

T!!! do you ever wonder what it’s like to lose your virginity to Gojo? personally, I think he’d be so sweet but he’d tease here and there just to make you cry a little 😋

a/n: fem!reader, discussions of losing virginity (both you & gojo), oral f! receiving, fingering, p -> v sex, praise and soft dom dynamics, protected sex, aftercare

losing v-card w/ gojo i think would be def sweet !!! ok for me theres like two versions: the ver where youre both virgins and losing it to each other and the other where u are the virgin. i would think gojo as a virgin is cute and clueless, but he learns fast enough, BUT when its the two of you being virgins it’s just so adorable bc you guys are still new to this and intimacy feels so weird and stuff. you bump heads the first time you try to kiss, gojo isnt sure what to do past making out

you figure it out together, you both have weird perceptions of what sex was bc you heard it from your friend and gojo sometimes watches p*rn but it doesnt rlly have that same kick. he also doesnt want to hurt you. virgin gojo gasps at everything lol when u first remove ur shirt and he sees your breasts. gasp. removes ur pants and sees u in underwear. gasp. pulls your underwear away from you. loudest gasp known to man. 

compliments you a lot, but sometimes he uses the terms in a weird way “you have such… symmetrical labia, babe!” like WHAT. ? its endearing that hes trying his hardest but also … 😭dude. like i said he learns fast enough but in the dynamic where u are both losing the v-card to each other you two are a lot more reserved and nervous! lots of mistakes, mishaps, you thought u could suck dick but you gagged and you had to take a min against his thigh to just rest. you two talked like his dick wasnt in ur hand the whole time 😭😭 it was funny

even with the penetrative sex, gojo bought like flavoured lube and ate a bit just to try it and youre panicking when he tips his head back and squeezes the lube into his mouth HELPPP like yes its safe to put in ur mouth just … dont. clumsy and a whiner, cums really fast into the condom and pouts when it ends like bitch u didnt even make me cum yet ! apologises profusely and proceeds to eat u out like you deserve. this second time is infinitely better hes getting good!!

okay virgin reader on the other hand .. yes! he would be so sweet (my fav), and be a soft dom but his playful antics and comments sometimes catch you off guard. a lot of dirty talk to ease into it and a lot of praise but also he emphasises for you to tell him if anything hurts or if youre not feeling it any more. is very skillful with his hands and makes you beg long before the real thing

“my hands feel nice, yeah?” as he’s kissing down your body and his hands wander, they stay above the water for quite a while, just feeling you up but once youre comfy youre nodding to him and he says “i need a verbal yes, darling”LIKE STOPPP BEFORE I FALL IN LOVE W U … he cares about ur consent and being vocal in what you want. hums a lot when he sees u in all your glory, smiling to himself when ur shirt first comes off and your perky tits are just begging to be played with. takes his time, a lot of body worship!!! says stuff like “dont be shy, i dont bite.. unless you want me to” to tease you but is so gentle w/ your body

makes u cum first on his tongue too, like at least thrice for u to know what you like in bed, but also to show u that your partner’s pleasure always comes first in the case for guys bc if ure not worshipping and groaning abt ur girls pussy .. what r u even doing atp? is pretty lenient when giving you oral with u as a virgin, doesnt want to overwhelm you so his ministrations are slow. hes also still getting to know your body, what makes u cum and the sensitive parts on ur body, “oh…? you like it when i do that?”, “does my sweetness like my fingers in her?”, “pussy looks so perfect, doing so well” is pretty goofy for your first time, sometimes cracking jokes in between too.

also deprives u of ur orgasm just to see how youd react to it since its ur first time and will apologise with kisses. u wouldnt put it past him to do it again when ure more familiar tho but since this is an introduction to ur body of some sorts he’ll be nice <3 doesnt let u suck him off on the first, always, he’s prioritising you

talks you through as he slips in. before when he was hooking up and fucking around he never liked to fuck people who are virgins just cause he doesnt like to see the pain on their face. it hurts, a lot, you have to admit, and gojo lets you take all the time in the world to scratch at his back, hold onto his arms, breathing with you as he inserts his cock inch by inch. satoru on the other hand is.. going insane by his standards. u just feel so warm and tight inside he has to do everything not to slam into you, and while he hates that the tears at the corner of ur eyes was bc of him, he’s desperate to see you crying in pleasure next time

“that’s it, baby, you need to breathe.”, “bottomin’ out soon, you okay?”, “good job, sweets, you took all of me!” does the jokes even thru penetrative sex just to see you laugh. the first thrusts r also pretty painful or rather uncomfortable, gojo kisses you to distract you from the pain when his hips move, “it’ll lessen soon okay? you’ll be moaning soon enough” you trust gojo, nodding into the kiss before your pussy’s pretty much accustomed to his dick in you and the pleasure settles in and hes all “there we go…” hes grinning so largely it scares you a little but his hips pick up pace just a bit more and youre having the time of your life. praise praise praise !!! so much of it. you’re cumming soon enough and gojo tries to memorise the way ur pussy feel bc he doesnt want to push u past ur limit, but is surprised after when you change positions and start riding him, hiding your shy face in his neck

teehee. it takes a while to get better ofc, gojo is rlly big that u still need time to adjust but that first time will always stick w you bc of how caring he was 💟 did aftercare like a pro too, cleaned you up in his bathroom, washed your hair and let you wash his body, wiggled his eyebrows and teased you about having shower sex, lots of kissing in the shower and everything was very soft. u slept like a baby that night

[ogviceversa]

Head Swap Hookup

Matt

Man, this is still kinda strange to see myself but I’m so turned on by this experience. Last night, I met this guy named Luke at the gym. We hit it off really well and we both decided to grab drink afterwards.

As the night progressed the more we started opening up about what turns us on the most. Luke and I soon discovered that we are into each other’s body types. Luke is super into skinny twinks while I on the other hand love muscular hairy guys. So the both of us ended up hooking up. Afterwards we both laid in bed together and that’s when Luke suggested the craziest idea. He asked me if I would like to head swap with him.

I honestly thought he was just being drunk and silly so I agreed to it. That’s when I saw Luke pull off his head and I felt my mouth drop at the sight of a beautiful headless hunk right in front of me.

“You still down to do this?” says Luke.

I said back to him, “yeah I think so.”

Luke headless body grabs my head and tugs it off my body. It was the strangest sensation, I could still feel and control myself but I was somehow disconnected.

Luke’s body plops my head on my dresser and then grabs his head. I watch as his body places his head on top of my body. I instantly lose all feeling of my body.

Luke looks down at my fingers and chest analyzing my body that he now controls.

He says to me, “this is so hot.”

I wait for him to put me on his body but instead he says, “one sec.”

Luke walks up to his headless body that’s now at a stand still without anything controlling it.

He grand his hand and places it on my junk. He says to his body, “Play with it… softly.”

Luke’s start softly rubbing my bits.

Luke closes his eyes and says, “oh this feels so good. My rough hands toying with your sensitive cock. Matt your cock feels amazing!”

Still just a head, I somehow felt turned on by just watching our bodies interact.

“You wanna join?” he says to me.

“Well what else am I going to do? Sit on the dresser all night.”

Luke laughs at me and picks up my head. He lifts me up to eye level and kisses me on the lips.

Luke places my head on his body and I feel the bottom of my head connect to Luke’s neck.

I look down at Luke’s muscular hands and then down to his hairy legs and feet. I wiggle his toes feeling the new sensation of controlling his body.

I look back at Luke with my much smaller body and pull him in.

We start making out and I instantly get a hard on from touching my body.

The second round we decided to switch positions. It’s funny, I rarely top anyone but Luke never bottoms with his body. So I pushed into my hole, it felt so warm and tight.

I lifted my body while putting my legs over Luke’s shoulders. I felt so strong.

I thrusted into my hole both of us moaning so loud.

Soon we both blew out loads. We crawled into my bed, I cuddled up to my body. Luke’s junk was still hard so I placed it back into my hole. It just felt so warm.

Luke giggles at me and says, “you gonna keep that in their all night?”

I kiss my neck and say, “hell yeah I am!”

So now it’s the next morning and both of us are still swapped. I got up first and went to take a shower. I played with Luke’s morning wood for about 30 minutes. Edging his body to a point before it blew its load.

I walk out only to find Luke up in bed playing with my feet.

He grins at me nervously, “sorry your feet are so cute.”

I giggle at him and flopped into my bed.

I watch as Luke traces my fingers in between my toes. I look over at my junk standing tall.

Without any hesitation I began to lower head and wrap my lips around it.

He lets out a moan as I insert two of his fingers into my hole.

We spent the rest of the day in bed going at it. We tried everything together. Luke even pulled us into parts, pulling off my feet, hands, dick and balls. By the end of the day we were in so many pieces Luke struggled to putting us back together. Soon this became regular thing, us hooking up with each others bodies on.

I rarely have my body on unless I’m out in public. But as soon as we get to one of our places Luke switches us.

He loves wearing my body and especially loves showing it off to me. Luke even asked me to be his boyfriend. And of course I said yes. He’s sweet and the sex is out of this world.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 8: What do you mean I’m basically married?!

Summary: Eijirou slowly but surely puts one and one together. Mostly slowly. But it’s getting there.

Also, Y/N gets an agency tour.

Warnings: Swear words, “some” sexual tension here and there, but that’s it!

First Chapter Master List Potato support

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“Good morning, puppy dog.” An angel talks to him right after he opens his eyes, so obviously, Kirishima must have died in his sleep and this is Heaven.

When Kirishima thought about Heaven, he thought about something innocent, like your childhood puppy running towards you, your mom or your favorite grandma; well, to be fair, most of Eijioru’s family is still alive so that wouldn’t make sense but… he thought about something sweet. Something cute. Not this lewd scene in front of him.

Don’t get him wrong, he’s more than happy to live in this dream forever; he’d like to keep staring at Y/N’s little pajama camisoles, one strap slowly falling off her shoulders, showing a bit too much of her beautiful boobs for it to be appropriate. He could stare at those bouncy things for eternity.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” Y/N giggles with that sweet voice and Kirishima looks up, probably blushing like a teenage boy seeing boobies for the first time, eyes sparkling with interest.

“Did you die too?” Kirishima asks as he slowly puts the fallen strap back to its place, his fingers lingering around her beautiful shoulders a bit too long, but it doesn’t really matter; he’s dead anyway. He can do whatever he wants, right?

Okay, he would never do such a thing. Dead or alive, consent is really important.

“What are you talking about? You are alive. Do you not remember yesterday?”

Oh. Yesterday… uhm…

“It’s a bit blurry.” Kirishima admits. “I was sleep-deprived and… not in a good mood. Then I went to see you. Then…” Kirishima jumps away like Y/N is an open flame and he’s about to burn to crisp. “I’m so sorry. I… I thought this is a dream? Sorry for touching you!”

Kirishima really wants the ground to open under him .

~•🪨•~

“You only touched my shoulders, Ei. What the heck are you so stressed about?” You giggle to yourself, putting your head back on the pillow and Ei does the same. You cheekily move closer until your noses brush; Eijirou sighs contentedly, his fingers playing with your hair, lost in his own little world.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He mutters and you can’t help laugh.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Because I’m your hubby?” Eijirou comes to the conclusion and technically, he is… right? You nod. “What if I want to be more than a hubby?” You scrunch your face in confusion. What does he mean by that?

“I don’t think you can be more than a hubby. Hubby is the… highest rank?” You say with utter confusion. “I think you need to eat, puppy. I’ll make you a nice breakfast and a little bento for work, okay? I can also make you a caramel macchiato. I might have stolen one of the machines and told Uncle he just forgot to order it…”

Finally, Kirishima laughs, his sweet giggling melting your heart.

“You did not!”

“Oh yeah, I did! And you know what the funny thing is?” You mumble, barely able to hold your laugh. “He fucking knows. He uses it every time he comes over. Sometimes he even makes a joke about it.”

“He must really love you. I mean, I’m not surprised.” Ei giggles and you can’t help but blush at that.

“I mean… I’m not that great.”

“Oh, you are.”

“Shut up or I’ll kiss you on the mouth.” You yell, completely flustered.

“Come on then.” Eijirou smirks and it sounds like a challenge so needless to say you leave a disgustingly wet kiss on his mouth, out of spite then jump out of the bed, taking the comforter with you. “What was that… hey, I’m cold!” Eijirou’s face switches between being flustered and being extremely offended and it’s the funniest thing ever.

“Sucks to be you, Ei baby!” You leave to start on breakfast, still giggling by the time you arrive to the kitchen. Your face is as red as a ripe tomato; oh my goodness, you actually kissed him!

Hell, you could get used to this.

~•🪨•~

After breakfast you both make your way to your coffee shop. Eijirou looks like he’s having the time of his life; he’s skipping next to you like a child, his fingers entwined with yours like yesterday didn’t even happen.

“You know, I never eat before work. I just can’t be bothered. But I swear the sky looks brighter with a full belly.” He mutters to himself with a massive smile on his face. “Or maybe it’s just the fact that you are with me.” Your heart has a hard time to comprehend all of the praise. You squeeze Eijirou’s hand. “What?” He looks back up at you, still pulling you forward but walking backwards like an idiot.

“You could have anyone in the whole wide world, Eijirou.” You admit. “You are sweet and gentle and so much fun. Handsome, perfect. You could date any model, actress or even a fellow hero, people who are on the same level as you. Yet here you are, hand in hand with a low-life barista who’s too fucking selfish to be a hero, even though she has a license.”

“That’s not really the reason why you’re not… a hero.” Eijirou says like he already knows you like he knows the back of his hands. “You grew up with a hero, saw the red flags and you decided that this life is not for you. I haven’t seen those red flags, you know. Not until I was in way too deep to give up. I won the biggest fight in the history when I was in my first year of high school. I got the fame, I got so many opportunities I didn’t even know which one to take.” Eijirou finally stops and pulls you towards him. “I felt so cool, so fortunate, and to be honest, I would still choose this path but mostly because of the promise I made to myself when I was young.”

“So you don’t think I’m selfish?” You look into his eyes, trying your best to find a lie, but there is nothing but pure adoration there, as always.

“Y/N, your pure existence is like an energy drink to me. Every time I fall on the floor you take my hand and pull me up. Every time you smile I feel like that young kid again, full of desire to save, to be something more than a mere human being. Your kisses are like fuel to the fire, it keeps me going every time… I don’t remember the last time I was so excited to go to work.” He smiles. You are half second away from crying. “You don’t need to fight baddies with your life on the line to be a hero. You don’t need to be on the battlefield to save people. One smile, one kind retort is enough sometimes. That’s all it takes to change someone’s mind about… things. Bad things. Y/N, you saved me from myself many times in the last few weeks. You are my hero.”

You can’t keep the tears rolling down your cheeks. You can’t stop yourself from leaving a tiny kiss on Eijirou’s lips right in front of your coffee shop, probably giving the hero agency’s CCTV team the time of their lives by letting them see this in full HD.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” You mutter without thinking.

“Hey, I haven’t even said the cool line I came up with in my head!” Eijirou retorts with a slight blush. “It was something like… I don’t care about anyone else but you… ahh it sounded so much better in my head. I should have said it with a husky deep voice or something…”

“Oh my god, just shut up, you himbo.” You giggle, snuggling into his chest happily. “Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.”

Suddenly, the coffee shop door opens and your boss comes out with a flustered look on her face.

“I don’t care, you are already five minutes late! Chop-chop!”

“Fucking cockblock.” You mutter into Eijirou’s shirt and he giggles so sweetly you almost melt into him.

“If you are free tomorrow, do want to come over to my agency? Deku said he’ll take over for the next few days and I’ll only need to boss the team around… we could hang out the whole day.” Eijirou squishes you so hard you can barely breathe and it says so much you don’t even need to ask if he’s sure about this.

“Only if you tell everyone I’m your fiancé, what about that?”

“They won’t believe me anyway, but okay.”

Damn, you thought he’s going to be more flustered! What the fuck! Oh well, you’ll need to think about other ways to fluster him now, he’s clearly immune to the wifey jokes.

“See you tomorrow, then. Same time?”

“Same time.”

~•🪨•~

“So she kissed you several times on the mouth and you slept in the same bed. And you are telling me she’s not your girlfriend.” Katsuki mutters with a passive-aggressive tone; Kirishima decided to give him a video call after he got into his office, completely freaked out over this new situation. When did this happen?! When did they become… something?! He swears he was only a boy with an unrequited crush yesterday. Then today he’s… he’s in fucking love. So in love he would marry Y/N on the spot without a second thought.

“Don’t forget that they shared a bath.” Katsuki’s fiancé adds, giggling.

Kirishima only sighs. No one understands him. No one.

“Okay, maybe, there is something. We definitely went past the friend zone yesterday. And today. But it was probably just out of pity, like I don’t mean to talk down on myself, but I did look miserable.” Kirishima explains but he only gets and exasperated sigh as a response.

“Kirishima shitty hair Eijirou… why is it so fucking hard for you to understand that the girl you are in love with fucking loves you back?” Katsuki groans. “You are a hot as fuck hero, kind to a fucking fault, honestly, you are the fucking jackpot when it comes to a partner.”

“True.” Katsuki’s fiancé adds. She gets elbowed in the boobs. Gently.

“I don’t know, man. It’s…” Eijirou sighs. “I’m terrified. I promised to learn to love myself before I do anything. But I’m not there yet.”

“If I remember it right, she said she’ll MARRY YOU once you learn to love yourself or some cheesy shit like that. Technically, dating her is okay. Makes sense as well. You don’t just wanna marry her out of the blue.”

“Oh, I do.” Eijirou admits. “But I get what you mean. Should I… ask her out, then?”

Katsuki’s groan is so loud he needs to adjust the volume on his phone before he gets deafened by his own best friend.

“Don’t you fucking dare, you idiot!”

Now he’s really confused.

“What? I’m getting mixed signals here?!”

“YOU ARE ALREADY DATING!” They both yell at the same time.

“Since when?!”

“Since your first date, probably even before, you fucking idiot! You literally proposed to her, do you remember? She’s your fucking fiancé?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK, DID I?!”

“Oh my god.” Katsuki is five seconds from exploding. “Okay. Eijirou. Forget what I just said. Just go with the flow. Let her decide what she wants to do. Even your stupid muscle brain will eventually realize what’s going on once it… uhm… escalates.” Katsuki gives him a shit eating grin. “In case it does and you can’t wait to get home, you have a key to my apartment. Just change the sheets after. Condoms are in the drawer next to the bed. And under my pillow.” The call ends and Kirishima can’t help but yell into the empty space.

“WHAT THE FUCK, KATSUKI?!”

~•🪨•~

You barely slept tonight yet you are still so full of energy you are about to start jumping on buildings instead of using the pavement like a normal person.

Today, you are finally able to visit Ei’s agency; thanks to some villains acting up in the area, Ei had to constantly cancel your agency tour. It had been a week and you’ve only seen him for a few minutes in the mornings; there were days when he managed to stay for a little longer, at least for long enough to have a proper conversation and a few short cuddles and while it makes you sad that you can’t have him for a full day, you really appreciate him trying to give you attention even when his life is hectic. Honestly, he’s such a green flag of a guy.

You can already see him waiting for you by the coffee shop, drumming with his feet excitedly with a box of fancy chocolate and two coffees in his hands.

He clearly tried his best to look put together this morning; he’s wearing a dark red t-shirt, black joggers and fancy, branded sport shoes to finish the look; and if that’s not enough for you to have a heart attack… his hair is in a fucking ponytail. And it suits him so well it should be illegal.

“Well, good morning.” You stare at this beautiful man, your eyes raking through every detail, from his toes to the top of his head. Eijirou looks at the floor with a slight blush on his face.

“Is it too much?” He mutters under his nose, eyes staring at a random tree nearby. Nuh-uh. You are not having it.

“Kirishima Eijirou, look at me.” The redhead follows the order like a good boy. The moment your eyes meet, your whole face blushes. “Fuck, you are handsome. Like, how dare you be this handsome? You should wear your hair like this more often. Actually, scratch that. Don’t wear your hair like this, I don’t need hundreds of women in your toes begging for a piece of you all the fucking time. I can get jealous easily. You don’t want to see me jealous.”

The tension between you two is unbearable at this point, you swear you can see it with your own eyes; tiny sparks of red jumping back and forth between your eyes as Eijirou looses himself in the moment and stares at your lips for several seconds before he catches himself and takes half a step back to take a deep breath.

“I’m an extremely loyal person. I can’t see… anyone… but you… we should… go in. Uhm.” He pushes the chocolate into your hands a bit too aggressively but seeing how flustered he is, you don’t comment on it, and to be absolutely honest you are also kinda rendered speechless by his words.

You two make your way inside the massive building, Eijirou’s hand swaying back and forth right next to yours and you have to physically restrain yourself from lacing your fingers together.

You get a few weird looks by the entrance but Eijirou heads straight up towards the stairs with you, up three flights then he turns left into a massive hall where several sidekicks are enjoying their morning coffees. One of them, a young guy with gorgeous black hair and tattoos looks at you two questioningly first, but then his eyes focus on you and… well… this is not your first rodeo with men and you know that look.

“Wow, Kirishima-san, do you mind introducing me to this beautiful lady?”

You sign exasperatedly.

“She’s with me.”

Wow. If looks could kill this guy would be a meat pâté. And that rough, deep voice? Oh, hell damn. Now all the Daddy Riot jokes make sense.

… that was disgusting, Y/N. Behave yourself.

“Yeah, I can see that.” The guy looks so confused by Eijirou’s sudden change of tone but by the look of it, this was all the meanness Eijirou had in him because he becomes a stuttering mess the next moment.

“I mean… she’s here with me, she’s… uhm… fuck… her name is…”

He’s such a himbo.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m Eijirou’s.” You wink at the young guy while you show the ring on your finger. “Do I need to spell it out or are you a clever boy who’s capable to put one and one together?”

“Hah, good joke. Is it April’s fools or something? Is this a prank?” The guy laughs and oh how much you want to smack him in the face. The whole room is staring you now and by the look of it, most people are indeed surprised by this revelation but most of them definitely believe you. It’s a good start.

“Would you like me to make out with him in the middle of his workplace to prove it, or are we all adults here and we can all move on from this? Also, why are you so surprised by this?”

The guy grins like he knows something. You hate his face. Literally hate it.

“Well, last week he was lovelorn over the barista next door not liking him back, sorry if seeing he has a fiancé kinda makes me question what’s happening here.”

“Dude.” You roll your eyes. “I’m the barista.” You laugh wholeheartedly. “Aww, you talked about me? That’s so sweet!”

“This is so embarrassing!” Eijirou facepalms himself.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m still confused by the ring part of the story?” The guy looks at you two like you both grew two heads.

“Oh that? Yeah, well… none of your fucking business.” You give the guy another wink and cuddle into your hubby’s side.

“Just what my lady said.” Somehow, Eijirou looks much more confident about the situation now and it does something to your heart, if you are being honest. “Wanna see Dynamight’s office?”

“Hell yeah.” You two make your way towards the end of the hallway that opens from the right side. You don’t miss all the fond gazes coming from the other sidekicks; clearly, Eijirou is really loved by his team. Well, except by that fuckhead but once Katsuki is back you’ll make sure he gets a lovely notice in the next few days… yes, you are petty like that.

“That was… embarrassing. But fun. I’m glad you are here.” Eijirou squeezes your hand that somehow ended up in his. Something is different in the way he acts around you; he looks less lost, less embarrassed and while you don’t really understand what changed in the last few hours, you are glad it finally feels like you two are together.

“Ei… I’m really glad I’m here too.” You smile at him as he opens the door to Dynamight’s office, which is also the Menace’s office, or at least you think so as one half of the room is… well… girlier than the other.

“This is the biggest office in the building.” Eijirou grins proudly. “And that…” he points at the window in the middle. “… is the window I was thrown out of.”

“Wow, what a fun fact!” You giggle as you snuggle into his side. “Any more fun facts?”

“Hmm…” Eijirou contemplates for a while. “Well… uhm… there was one day when I barged in as I always do and I’ve seen Katsuki and his fiancé… heavily making out on that desk.” Eijirou points at Katsuki’s massive office table with a blush on his face.

Oh damn. It’s time for some teasing!

“Oh yeah? What were they doing exactly?”

“Uhm… I just… told you? They were making out?” Eijirou answers, utterly flustered.

“Was she sitting on the top of it?” You ask as you make your way towards the star of the day; the cheeky desk. With one swift move you sit up on the tall desk with your legs dangling from the edge. Eijirou gulps loudly. “Like this?”

“You are teasing me again.”

“I’m not.” You barely let him finish his own sentence, a little bit offended. “I wanted to but now I just… want you to show me where Katsuki was.”

You can see the moment when he realizes your intentions. You can see the moment his whole posture freezes as he stares at the empty space between your legs. He gulps once more and comes closer; you forget to breathe as he closes the distance and puts his two hands on the hardwood by your two sides.

“He was like this. And she was…” suddenly, he touches your thighs and snakes your legs around his middle. Your whole body shivers and you can’t help but make a little whine, mostly, from the surprise. “Like this.”

Something changes between you once again. The room is charged with so much heat you swear the walls are melting from it. Eijirou’s gaze if full of hunger but also full of restraint; he’s clearly fighting with himself to not take this further, which in some way, is understandable as having your proper first kiss on Eijirou’s best friend’s stupidly massive desk while acting up a scene is not the most romantic thing in the whole world, but you are way too pent up from all this tension, you are way too much in love with the man in front of you to care about silly details like that, you are out of patience, you are out of common sense and maybe deep inside you are just way too self conscious about your perfect boyfriend and you need some kind of affirmation that yes, you are needed, yes, you are enough, maybe his coldness when it comes to physicality put a lot of pressure on you and you started to doubt yourself…

Eijirou has no idea about all the bad stuff going on in your head yet somehow, he soothes your troubled soul with nothing but his gaze; his eyes rake over your lips, your chin, your chest, then he stops and stares at the connection of your hips and his own; his eyes darken into the color a ripe cherry and the world shifts again, the world melts, Eijirou’s fingers clench your thighs, it hurts, but it’s also… extremely stimulating.

He’s so close, fuck, you can feel his ragged breath on your lips, it’s so warm and smells like coffee and chocolate and it really shouldn’t be sexy, but for you, it is the hottest thing in the whole wide world…

“Ei…” you mumble into the almost non-existent space in between you two and Eijirou’s breath hitches….

Then the MOTHERFUCKING DOOR OPENS.

“YEEP!!” The number one motherfucking hero Deku jumps so high he bumps his head into the ceiling.

You got cockblocked by the number one hero of Japan. You’ll put that on your CV.

“Uhm…” Kirishima plops you down on the table like you are nothing but a sack of potatoes. You can’t really be mad it him for it; this situation is quite embarrassing. “I apologize…”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Number two hero Shouto emerges from nowhere. “While I understand the common etiquette and that fooling around during your work hours is disrespectful but we tend to do the same quite often.” Shouto states with a straight face. “Also, when in the office, we are getting payed by ourselves, hence you are not being disrespectful towards anyone but you. If you feel like it’s worth staying an hour longer to finish your paperwork, that’s absolutely fine. I think about it as a self-allocated break.”

“Shouto… it’s not the right time…” Deku mutters, but you jump into his words.

“I think standing in awkward silence is much more inappropriate than addressing the elephant in the room, Deku-san.” You state as you smile up at the tall, half and half hero. “I appreciate your effort. Thank you for being understanding. My name is Y/N and I am Eijirou’s fiancé. Or girlfriend. Or something. It’s a bit complicated to be honest.”

“I’m her Hubby.” Kirishima states and you can’t help but smile at him with fondness.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I like the color coordination between you two. It’s really nice to look at. My name is Shouto. But in this office I’m mostly called the half and half bastard or Candy Cane or Gay Lord.” Shouto states once again with a straight face. You like this man.

“No one calls you Gaylord.” Deku giggles to himself.

“Katsuki does when you are not around. Apparently I was promoted from gay disaster to Gaylord so I guess that’s a compliment?”

“Sounds like a compliment to me.” You add with a smile on your face. Deku sighs.

“With that said, we just wanted to check in on you, because of what happened the last time I didn’t…”

“She knows, you can speak honestly.” Eijirou adds quickly because the green haired hero looks a little bit uncomfortable as he speaks right now, probably not sure what can he say and what can he not.

“Ahh, great!” Deku sighs. “I’m happy you listened to us and you are taking it easy when you can. I apologize you couldn’t take a proper day off thanks to all the villains roaming around. I was really worried it will be too much for you, you know. I hate seeing my friends distressed. I want everyone to be happy.” Deku sniffles and Shouto gives him a comforting side hug.

“Eijirou is in good hands.” He smiles at his hero partner.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’m a little bit sad you didn’t tell us you have a girlfriend but life has been hectic and we haven’t been able to meet up during our off days so I guess it makes sense.”

“It happened quite quickly. I’m still getting my head around it.” Eijirou answers honestly.

You talk a little bit more afterwards, then you two move to Eijirou’s office which is full of Crimson Riot memorabilia. Eijirou excuses himself for a toilet break after a quick tour; His exit is quite rushed which makes you wonder if he has any kind of… well… tummy issues but you decide not to comment on it. You plop down in the comfy sofa by the side of the office and try to wrap your head around everything; Eijirou was right about things happening a bit too quickly.

Oh well, it’s gonna be fine. You have a lifetime to get used to all the new things.

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“Eijirou, for the love of god, why are you calling me from the toilet?!” Katsuki yells into the lonesome cubicle.

“You were right.” Eijirou mutters. “And we almost… kissed. Katsuki, I was five seconds away from…”

“Do not fucking finish that sentence, gross.” Katsuki grumbles. “How many times do we need to tell you that you are in a committed relationship before you realize you are basically married?!”

“But it makes no sense, Kats!!” Eijirou yells, frustrated.

“You’ve been on a date. Several dates if we count your morning shenanigans.” Katsuki sighs. “You’ve been romantically embraced by her several times, you’ve had a bath together and you’ve kissed on the mouth. You’ve slept in the same bed. She was with you when you had the biggest meltdown of your life and she’s still fucking there after. Now let’s add the fact that you two almost fucked in the office. How many hints does your French fry brain need to realize you are not single anymore?”

“But she’s too good for me!” Eijirou moans. “She’s beautiful and sweet, she’s everything I always wanted and she’s Crimson Riot’s niece! Also, she calls me her homosexual buddy!” Eijirou adds proudly, because this one for sure will prove his point!

“Excuse me?”

“You heard it right. He calls me a Hubby. So im sorry if I don’t believe this angel is interested in me that way.”

“You are an absolute idiot, Hair for Brains.” Katsuki yells into the phone. Eijirou needs to move the device from his ears to avoid hearing damage. “Have you googled what hubby means?”

“Wh… why would I? It’s obvious!”

“Kirishima Eijirou.”

Eijirou pouts. Then googles hubby.

Definitions of hubby. noun. a married man; a woman's partner in marriage. synonyms: husband, married man.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Great chat. Bye.” Katsuki disconnects the call with a sigh; Eijirou can hear his fiancé giggling in the background.

He takes a deep breath and gets out of his hiding place…. So now what?

… Next Chapter!

(I swear you won’t need to wait for another 1 year and 1 month for the next chapter lol)

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