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Hellooo, I have a requesttt. Bully!Geto & bully!gojo x reader please!!

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn't know how to tackle this, but I think I got it >:3

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; satosugu + you are juniors - sex in shared space; college dorm - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play - oral (m! receiving) - facials - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - Eiffel Tower/spit-roasting position - slight degradation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, good girl, plaything, pretty girl, sweetheart) - unprotected sex (doesn't shoot inside, tho) - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

“—Gaaahh!! N-Noo, shtop! No more, no mo—Oooh!”

“Aww, don’t go cryin’ on us yet; let’s see how much this pussy can cum!”

“Satoru, keep playing with their nipples; they keep gripping my fingers like crazy…”

Being bullied seems to be an everyday thing for a wimp like you—especially in the hands of Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.

What kind of person lets two of the hottest guys in the school bully them? You’re practically nearly a full-ass grown adult; you shouldn’t be letting people push you around like it’s middle school! And yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to stand for yourself, too meek and reserved to step up the ladder of confrontation, even if it’s from people who’ve tormented you most of your life.

Gojo and Geto have been your bullies for nearly your entire academic life, starting from first grade. To say that your life was hell on Earth was just the surface, coming home in tears and wishing to disappear every single day. The emotional toil was too much to bear, so much so that you did everything in your power to make sure you didn’t end up in the same high school as the two, a task that you’re proud to act on as making friends and getting through the final four years of your primary education became easier to accomplish. 

However, this fulfillment was thrown out the window when you walked on campus grounds and discovered that after two years, your bullies had transferred to the same college as you! Not only in the same place but in the same dorm section and sharing the same class—had the world gone mad?! Just when you have accepted this new chapter in your life to start anew and fresh, these two spin back and the pool of anxiety swallows you back up and pulverizes your heart. There was no way for this situation to be envisaged.

“Ohaaa!! Shtooop, t’ooo fasst!!”  

And now, they have new methods to diminish your dignity.

Against your comfort, you and the two were assigned a spreadsheet to work on and have it done by Thursday, so you three were supposed to be working in the living room of their dorm apartment. Nevertheless, you don’t think lying on the couch with your back to Gojo and Geto between your legs has anything to do with the assignment…

You were squirming, Gojo’s slender hands cupping and fondling your chest, tips of his fingers tweaking your nipples roughly so that you whine helplessly. Legs spread open for your panties and bare cunt to be exposed when you were stripped from your leggings, and Geto toys your private part with his fingers. The sensation of his middle digit inside you was hard to believe, like the howl from curling onto the upper wall of your vagina.

“Uuuwww, ohmyGoooood…!” You throw your head back to the shoulder of the white-haired one whose forefingers circle the buds of your mounds. “W-We can’t be—hic—doing this…”

“Ehhh, c’mon, baby,” hearing Gojo talk to your ear so close has to be something out of a dream or nightmare. “Who says we can’t play with our favorite person, huh?”

You gulp at the lick of your earlobe. “Because…we have work to d—Aaahh!”

“Don’t think about that assignment when I’m busy shoving my fingers in you,” Geto reminds you, the pace of his digit increasing and the scrape of his fingertip having your toes curl. “Doesn’t the pretty girl wanna play us like old times?”

A hand grabs his wrist, yet that does little to hinder the raven-haired one’s diligence within your leaking chasm. “B-But…We can’t!” Jesus, it’s tough to think adequately the more Geto pushes and pulls his finger, brushing it up against your texture. Tears welled up in your eyes, your body sore from their constant touches.

“God, still cryin’ from being teased, huh, crybaby?” Gojo chuckles while cupping your cheeks. “Still a cutie, though…”

No way, there’s absolutely no way! You had to be dreaming because there is no way you’re awake to see the day Gojo is kissing you! Biting your bottom lip and shoving his tongue inside, your brain practically explodes as you moan in his mouth, and your slit contracts the rub of Geto’s finger. Did you just cum from a kiss?!

“Oh wow, they’re spasming like crazy,” Geto chortles at the sight of your legs trembling and your genitalia fluttering around the digit. “Cumming from a kiss, huh? Heh, so easy to mess with.”

Your response was deterred to that of imperceptible wails, crying into Gojo’s pillowy lips as he sucked on your tongues to hear you sob more. This was so unfair; this situation was not in your favor once you were dragged into their apartment.

Not even in the next phase of this meet-up.

Your clothes are discarded from your body to the living room floor, mounting on the couch on all fours, Geto to your front and Gojo to your back. The three of you are too far gone to think about the damn assignment—your frame too occupied by their cocks to evade them so.

Soapy lips suck on the dick of the dark-haired other, puffy cheeks making room for the limb burrowing inside your mouth. He fucks you orally with vigor, snapping his hips to your lips as your head pounds with every jab to the back of your throat. You’re not left with a second to breathe calmly, his girth overwhelming.

“Fuuuhhck, Jesus Christ,” he curses, grinding his pelvis and moaning at the feel of your tight throat. “Such a good girl, sucking me so well; got the mouth of a great cumslut.”

“Has the pussy of one, too!”

The words burn your ears, coming from behind as the guy with snowy hair plunges his length into your vagina. His hands are situated on your waist to keep you on him, the curve of his cock scratching your sweet spots too accurately that you’re forced to scream on the other’s shaft.

Gojo throws his head back with a sigh, “Fuckin’ shiiiit, this pussy…clamping on me so hard, you wanna milk me dry?” He bends down to your ear, “Want my load so bad like a little whore?” Squeezing on him was inevitable, making him hiss. “Fuck! Don’t do that…”

“Damn this throat, man,” you peer up to Geto. Your eyes have already released the tears stricken down your face, the lower part of your face all hot from the frequent hits. He chortles, “You look so good all messy like that, sweetheart…Holy shit, you looked so fucked out.” 

Of course you were; they’ve been toying with your body for ten minutes with no rest! Your frame was aching so bad, sobbing because of the cock busying your throat and the dick grazing your G-spot. It was too much to catch up with, especially when Gojo sneaks a hand to your clit to rub and swipe. Your eyes roll to the ceiling, and a scream is muffled, your figure submitting to the pinches on your sensitive pearl.

“Wanna cum?” Silver brows trench together at the clamp of your walls. “Do it, cum on my dick, you nasty crybaby.” 

More tweaks to your clitoris coincide with the erratic pistons of Gojo’s thighs, and you have no choice but to climax once more. Your cunt tightens around his cock with every hit of your orgasm, and he makes sure to get his raw cock out of you to ejaculate his milky fluid onto your back, painting your skin with his load.

The same goes for Geto as well, who grabs your head and roughly pulls himself off to paint your face with his essence. You whimper with every quiver and addition of his sperm, spurting to your forehead and decorating your cheeks to slide down your chin. You never felt so dirty in your life, your tongue accidentally tasting it from licking your lips. “Good girl,” he compliments with a teasing pinch to your cheek.

Gojo rubs his length on the cusp of your butt. “Man, cutie, you keep driving me crazy.” His fingers aimlessly play with your clit. “Now I really can’t leave you alone…”

Dread weighs your bones at his words, and you can only question how you can survive these upcoming semesters with these harassers. And now that they’re hooked on you, this fresh new start has become much more suffocating…

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

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déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feel your cheeks warm at the proximity, you’re close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

[jiminsafairy]

Darling, you are late - Seokjin (ft Namjoon)

Summary: Your husband is late to your baby making session, so you take the matter into your own hands.

Pairing: CEOhusband!seokjin x wife!reader (ft husband best friend!Namjoon)

wc:3k

Warnings: unprotected sex (they are trying to make a baby, duh), reader is a bit bratty, exhibitionism, he cums inside (duh), cockwarming, seokjin is a workaholic, pregnancy kink (lactation kink if you squint?), namjoon makes a cameo! reader gives him a bj while seokjin fucks her

"Sir, your wife is here" you hear his secretary say.

"Send her in", he answers, his voice distorted as it comes off the intercom.

"You can come in, Mrs. Kim" the old lady indicates.

You push open the double doors and stepped inside. The room was spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows that filled the space with natural light and offered a stunning view of the city.

To one side, a comfortable red velvet sofa provided a cozy spot to relax. The office was tastefully decorated with a few pieces of art on the walls giving the finishing touch.

In the center of the office stood a large wooden desk, neatly organized. Seated on the fancy chair was your husband. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, face scrunched in concentration, a frown creasing his forehead.

You couldn’t avoid the thought of how handsome he looked with his two-piece gray suit.

"Hello dear, give just one m- " your husband starts to say, but you cut him, angry.

"I thought you were coming home early!" you scold him, crossing your arms over your chest. After waiting for more than an hour you got tired of it and decided to take the matter into your own hands, driving across the city to his office.

"I’m sorry darling, had to attend a last-minute meeting and now I’m stuck with paperwork" Seokjin excuses himself, eyesight never leaving the screen.

"Don’t you know what day it is?!" you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to refresh my memory, dear" he mumbles, not paying attention to you.

"It’s ovulation day! You said you were going home early!", you pout while walking up to his desk, the sound of your heels clicking on the floor.

"Gimme a ‘I’m sorry kiss’ at least" , you demand, and your husband finally takes his sight away from the computer. He looks at you with sorry eyes, and you lean in, allowing him to place a quick peck on your lips.”I love you” you say.

"Mmm, I love you too" he says against your lips, "Please wait for me just five more minutes and we’ll go home" he excuses himself, going back to his important CEO paperwork

"Darling but I’m bored! And horny!" ,you whine, getting behind him, placing your hand on his broad shoulders.

Placing your hands on his broad shoulders, you whisper in his ear, cheshire cat-smile on your face, "If you could do…" you place a soft peck against his neck," something…" peck, "to keep me entertained.." another peck, "while I wait…".

He lets out a sigh, knowing what your intentions were, but he caves in anyway, "baby, you can sit on my cock while I finish this paperwork, how does that sound?", he offers, leaning back on his chair. 

"Terrific" you say while unbuttoning your blouse, and sliding it over your arms. No bra in sight, your big breast in full display for him.

Seojin looks at you with hungry eyes, "god, you are so hot." He pulls you gently by your wrist, bringing you close to him. "Do you need me to prep you, love?" your husband taking one breast on his mouth, tongue flicking against your nipple. 

"No need Jinnie, I’m so wet already…" you say, unzipping your black midi skirt, the fabric pooling at your feet. You were not wearing any underwear. You grab his hand, inviting to feel for himself.

He inserts one finger inside your needy pussy making you moan, feeling your juices covering his digit. "You are such a dirty girl, going around my office with no underwear". Your pussy clenches around his finger. "Bet that’s why you are so wet" he coos, pumping his finger inside you a few times before taking it out, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing.

His hands go to his suit pants, pulling them down to his knees along with his black briefs, freeing his semi-hard cock. Just the thought of you walking around his building with no underwear makes his cock stiffen. You take his shaft in your hand and after a few pumps, it was hard and ready for you.

You sit on his lap, back against his, while he guides his cock inside your needy hole, rubbing the tip against your wet folds. "Oh god… so good", you moan at the feeling of his huge cock entering your pussy. "No matter how many times we fuck, I just love being stretched by your dick", you say, enjoying the feeling of being so full.

"My beautiful wife loves keeping my dick warm, huh? What a lucky man I am" he says, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder, "now be a good girl and lemme finish this, so we can go home and make some babies, yes?" he demands, giving your asscheek a quick squeeze, eyesight fixed on the boring spreadsheet again. His left hand goes to your nipple,and starts fiddling with it. 

"Mmm…keep doing that Jinnie, feels so good…" you moan, leaning back against his chest.

The feeling of having your husband playing with your sore breast it’s good, but not enough. Too horny to keep your thoughts straight, you begin to squeeze your inner walls, making excuses to wiggle around. 

"Stay still", your husband says, lowering his voice. He tugs at your nipple, making you moan. “I know what you're trying to do, you little devil” he warns, but you ignore him, clenching your walls again.

"But Jinnie I’m not doing anything!" you said mischievously, trying to hide a smile. But kept on clenching your walls.

"That’s it," Seokjin said as he lifted you from his lap, his cock leaving your aching pussy, "I’ve had enough, hands on the desk, ass up." You obey, placing your hands on the desk, leaning against it, lifting up your ass.

Being placed between his desk and the glass walls, anyone from the next building curious enough to look would be able to see the lewd scene the two of you were performing.

"You minx, you thought you were being slick, didn’t you?" he whispers and you feel his hot breath against your ear. "It’s time to show you who’s in charge.", he says, grabbing his cock by the base and giving it a few pumps.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your needy pussy. "Please love, just put it inside!" you plead.

"My wife wants to be bred, doesn’t she? Such a good girl” he coos. "I love you.” He declares as he buries himself inside your needy hole with one hard thrust, making you moan.

"Fuck! I love you!" you whimper,leaning on your elbows.

He starts pounding against your pussy, grabbing you by your hips.

"Fuck Jin, It feels so good! I feel you so deep inside me…please don’t stop!" you moan, closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Fuck, I feel your pussy clenching around my cock."

You two were so lost in the moment that neither of you noticed someone had entered Seokjin’s office and was standing next to you, observing the scene with curiosity.

"So, this is what the boss spends his time doing in his fancy office, huh?" the mysterious visitor said, looking at the situation unfolding before him.

"Shut up, Namjoon'' said Seokjin gasping for air, hips still bucking against your asscheeks, cock buried deep inside you, “we all know what you did at the Christmas party when you sneaked away to your office with that girl from accounting", your husband claps back, pushing his cock deeper into you. Even with an audience, you both were so caught up in the moment that the thought of stopping didn’t even cross your mind.

"Hi Nam" you chirp, looking at your husband’s best friend.

"Hey beautiful", your husband’s friend answers with a smile, flashing his dimples at you, "I just came to let you know that the Japanese investors have just posponed tomorrow's meeting...", said the man. The sentence was clearly directed at your husband, but his eyes were fixed on your tits, bouncing with each thrust.

"Message received. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're trying to do something important; this company needs an heir," your husband said, bending down to grab your tits with his big hands, pitching your nipples between his index and thumb. 

"Alright, I'll leave," says Namjoon, but his feet didn’t move.

Your eyes drift down to the tent that has been forming inside his trousers. A wild thought crossed your mind.

"Jinnie, can I..?" you say, motioning with your eyes towards Namjoon’s boner.

"Oh, hell no!" he yells, stopping his pounding, but not taking his cock out.

"He cannot leave like that!" you laughed, "poor guy is going to get arrested for public indecency!".

Namjoon just stood there, watching as the lover’s quarrel took place.

"Alright, but it's just this once," your husband says, starting again to pump into your pussy at a slow pace, "You know I cannot say ‘no’ to you", he says with a smile on his face.

"I love you" you said cheekily.

"Yeah, yeah."

You looked at Namjoon, "would you take out your cock for me, Joon?" you said, giving him the puppy eyes, "I’m quite busy here", you say.

"On it, gorgeous", he said diligently, sliding his black suit pants down to his knees, black briefs following them. Big cock springing free, you couldn’t keep your glistening eyes away from it, amazed by the size. It was different from Seokjin’s. Not longer, that was a given – your husband has the longest cock you ever had -, but it was on the thicker side.

Namjoon grabs his cock by the base and rubs the tip against your lips. You take your tongue out and start giving small licks around the head, going slowly down to the base. Your husband’s best friend lets out a pleasure moan.

You put the tip inside your lips, liking the tip with your tongue.

"Fuck, she’s so good, hyung" he states, grabbing handful of your long hair, "her mouth is amazing."

"Yeah" he says, looking down at you. "My pretty wife gives the sloppiest blowjobs, right?". You mumble in response, mouth too full of cock to be able to articulate any word.

Namjoon’s hips start to swiftly buck against your face. You notice how much he’s restringing himself. And so does your husband.

"Are you going to let Namjoon fuck that pretty mouth of yours?" he coos, slowing down his thrusts. “Show him how good you suck cock?"

Humming in response, you relax your jaw, taking the full length inside your mouth. Immediately Namjoon starts fucking your mouth, right hand still on your hair.

"Hyung, can I?" he asks.

"Mmm… I guess you can" your husband says. You don’t know what they are talking about until you feel his fingers leaving your tits, and another set of - never felt before -  fingers on you. "Her tits are the best, feel them for yourself."

"Fuck yes, I always though how good they’d feel" says as he feels the weight of your breasts with his hands. "So soft...so big they can barely fit in my hand" says, as he starts pitching your nipples between his fingers.

The feeling of having your husband plugging you with his cock behind you, and his best friend’s cock filling your mouth and abusing your sore nipples was too much to handle. The familiar pressure building in your abdomen, your aching pussy clenching around Seokjin’s shaft.

"She’s going to cum, she’s milking my cock so hard" Seokjin says, pumping hard, "keep doing it Joon'' he demands, as he leans on your back, his hand reaching for your needy clit. "You are doing so well, love, fucking me so good while sucking my best friend."

You moan, feeling so full on both ends. Pleasure becomes almost unbearable, you reach your orgasm between cries of pleasure.

"Fuck I’m close" whines Namjoon, hardening the grip on your breast. "Where do-?", he asks, as he starts to get his dick out of your mouth.

"Don’t move" orders seokjin. "You can cum in her mouth, she loves swallowing cum, don’t you, love?" he asks you, even though he already knows the answer. You do.

You hum in aproval, and keep liking Namjoon's tip with your tongue. Lifting one hand from the desk, you start fiddling with his balls.

"I’m cumming, f-fuck!" moans Namjoon, leaning back his head with pleasure. Hot spurts of cum filling your mouth.

"Swallow. Everything" Seokjin commands, and you are happy to obey, swallowing every bit of cum. "Good girl" he praises.

Namjoon flicks your nipple one last time, before taking his cock out of your mouth. “That was amazing, thank you beautiful”, says the man while pulling his pants and briefs up. You smile at him.

"Good luck with the heir thing!" was heard as Seokjin's partner closed the office doors.

"No more interruptions, my love. It's time for us to get serious," says Seokjin, slowing the pace of his thrusts and taking his cock out of your pussy.  

"W-what?", You whine at the feeling of being empty, turning back to him. "What are you doing?!"

He grabs you by the hand, leading you to the couch. “Dirty girls like you don’t get my cum just like that, they need to earn it” he says, plumping himself there.

"Now ride me like the good girl you are" he orders, palming his naked thighs. "Show me how bad you want to be stuffed with my cum", he demands with a cocky smile adorning his beautiful plump lips.

You straddle him, grabbing his cock by the base and guiding it inside your pussy again, rubbing the tip up and down your wet slit. “Mmm, you feel so good”, you moan, closing your eyes. "I love you so much" you declare.

You gasp, sinking down on his long shaft, the change of position allowing you to feel him even deeper. "I feel so full, so stuffed" you moan, starting to rock your hips.

"You enjoy being full of cock, don’t you?" he groans, hands grabbing the flesh of your hips.

"Yes, I love your cock it’s so big, filling me so good…" you whine, pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

"I wanna see those big tits bounce, ride me faster" he demands, urging you to speed up your movements. You lay your hands on his chest, using them as leverage.

"Fuck, your pussy fills so good", your husband moans, sitting up and taking one nipple in his mouth. "I can't wait until these pretty tits are big, filled with milk" he whispers, his hot breath against your needy flesh."You'd like that, yeah?"

"Seokjin, fuck, I’m close", you whimper. The feeling of his hipbone gracing your clit with every move taking you close to your release.

He releases your nipple, leaving your tit glistening with saliva.

"“Such a good girl, riding me like that. I love watching you ride me" ,he praises. "I’m close too." he says as his hips start bucking to meet yours.“ Fuck I’m gonna cum."

"Seokjin!" you whine, "Fuck!", your orgasms taking over you.

"I’m cumming, fuck I’m gonna fill you so good, I love you so much" he groans. "Don’t stop baby, I’m cumming" he announces as you keep bouncing on his cock.

You feel his warm sperm filling you, hot spurts coating your walls, and lean to kiss him.You stay in that position for a few moments, indulging in your kiss.Until you feel his cum starting to run down your inner thighs.

"Oh, shit" you say, stepping out of his lap and sitting next to him. He looks at you, and to your surprise, he collects all the cum that had spilled from your pussy, "we cannot let even one bit go to waste," says, plunging you with his fingers. "Mmm… yeah" you moan.

Once you have collected yourselves, your husband says "now, get dressed, we are going home for round 2".

[daphwritesworld]

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ARSENAL W.F.C

#23 A. Russo 

Series: coming soon…

fics:

digital bath. 18+

You drunkenly claim that Alessia is a bottom to the team…she shows you & them just how bad you’re lying through your teeth. 

all to you. 18+, fluff

After spending two months away in the States with your family– you’re finally flying back home to England. To your Alessia. 

blurbs:

Alessia waking up from a wet dream of you, her teammate…it gets a little raunchy from there 👀 18+

Needy!Alessia taking the strap in the car 18+

Dom!Alessia teaching Rival!Reader a lesson in respect. 18+

You push yourself too hard your first game back on the pitch. It’s a good thing you’ve got two extra worried girlfriends to remind you to properly rest ft. Le 18+

#6 L. Williamson

Series: 

be my baby. 18+, fluff …in progress!

You’re an Athletic Trainer hired by Arsenal to attend practices and games. The captain seems to lose all ability to communicate properly around you. Some would even go as far as to say she’s purposely tripping just to have you run out to check on her to see that little worried look on your face. 

fics:

BeFoUr. ft— Le PART ONE 18+

You've always been a perfect submissive for your girlfriend…but what happens when you decide to break that good girl persona she's grown so accustomed to? And what happens when you enroll her best friend to help you? Lord help you, girl.

blurbs:

You push yourself too hard your first game back on the pitch. It’s a good thing you’ve got two extra worried girlfriends to remind you to properly rest ft. Less 18+

#11 K. McCabe

series: coming soon…

fics:

LUNCH. 18+, fluff

A much needed rest day has finally come for you and your girlfriend. She's got everything planned out for you both, from a secret appointment, to a movie date, and treating you to a nice lunch on the beach.

CHELSEA F.C.WOMEN

#22 L. Bronze

series: coming soon…

fics: coming soon…

#21 N. Charles

series: coming soon…

fics: coming soon…

#20 S. Kerr

series: coming soon…

fics: coming soon…

FC BARCELONA 

#11 A. Putellas

series: 

american wedding. 18+, fluff, agnst …coming soon!

 You wake up in Vegas with a rock on your finger and in bed with Alexia…your Captain and also the girl who made you swear this was all no strings attached. Now she’s calling you Mrs. Putellas, moving you into her house, but pretending you barely know each other in pubic What could possibly go wrong, right? 

fics: coming soon…

#23 I. Engen

series: coming soon…

fics: coming soon…

#4 M. León

series: coming soon…

fics: coming soon…

∘₊✧ extra people i write for ✧₊∘

Other footballers:

#23 Kyra Cooney- Cross

#7 Ella Toone

blurbs:

Ella ignores you during practice so you show her how you feel about it in the locker room 18+

#21 Keira Walsh

fics:

BeFoUr. ft— Le PART ONE 18+

You've always been a perfect submissive for your girlfriend…but what happens when you decide to break that good girl persona she's grown so accustomed to? And what happens when you enroll her best friend to help you? Lord help you, girl.

WNBA/NCAA WOMEN’S 🏀:

#5 Paige Bueckers

#1 Nika Mühl

MY EDITS 📸:

The Never Ending Cycle Of Success— Alexia Putellas

Women’s Achievements Can Never Go Celebrated Without The Criticism Of Men.

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[sxcret-garden]

Yunho ღ NSFW Alphabet [M]

ღ Ateez - NSFW Alphabets ღ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader (some parts might work better with fem-bodied!reader) ღ words: ~3.5k ღ genre: smut ღ warnings: none

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

He’s soso sweet :( oftentimes he already thought of preparing the essentials beforehand - some water, towels, some snacks,... and he won’t hesitate to provide you with anything else you might want or need after having sex. Takes especially good care of you if you’ve been going at it for a long time and/or if he got a little rough with you. He enjoys staying up with you afterwards, holding you close while just talking about literally anything, and he always wants to know whether you enjoyed yourself, if there’s anything you want him to do differently next time, and so on.

B = Body part (his favorite body part of his partner)

Your waist. He just loves the shape of it, loves tracing his fingertips along your sides, and though he’s trying not to make it obvious at first, it really just is obvious. Blushes a little when you ask him why he likes it so much and just tells you it’s pretty before pressing a kiss to your lips. Even when he’s looking at you from afar he can’t help but let his eyes trace your shape over and over again, and when he’s finally alone with you, you will catch him marveling at your beauty, wishing he could spend all day mapping out your shapes with his lips and worshipping your body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Your pleasure is his top priority when having sex with you, so it’s likely you’re gonna cum more often than him overall. And of course he eventually wants to chase his own high as well, but he just can’t stop searching for all the different ways in which he can get you off because he gets so addicted to the way your body reacts to him. His favourite is having you cum around his fingers, showering you with praises as if he got drunk on the feeling of your contracting around his digits. As for him, he loves it when you simply let him cum into your fist as you’re giving him a handjob. Idk, something about seeing his cum dripping down your fingers just really does it for him.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret or secret desire of his)

That time he caught you getting off by yourself and he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away. He didn’t even see anything, he just walked into his apartment, not knowing you had already come home, and he didn’t seem to be the only one unaware of the other’s presence. Because even when he deliberately closed the door loudly, your moans didn’t stop. And so he stood there, frozen up, and feeling himself being very much affected by what’s unfolding in the other room. And he just can’t stop himself from getting painfully turned on by the sounds falling from your lips as you’re bringing yourself closer and closer to your high.

He’ll keep this a secret from you for a very long time, because he knows he should’ve just walked back out and returned a bit later instead of listening in on you. But eventually he’ll tell you about it, once you’ve been dating for long enough to be sure you wouldn’t feel awkward about this anymore.

E = Experience (how experienced is he?)

Average I’d say? He’s had sexual partners before, but not that many. He doesn’t seem like the type to jump from relationship to relationship, and I also think one-night-stands are more of an occasional thing for him, but overall I think he has at least some experience!

F = Favorite position 

Depends on what mood he’s in, but usually a kind of position where he can observe you well. An all time favourite of his has got to be you having your back against his chest, while you’re standing or sitting in front of a mirror. He wants to see all your reactions and watches your reflection with great interest as he touches you. Plus, there’s just something very hot to him about also seeing himself taking you from behind in a mirror… When he’s frustrated or being rough with you however, he’ll prefer to bend you over the nearest surface and to have his way with you like that.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?)

There’s definitely gonna be the occasional giggle when you’re sleeping with him. He’s super chill about embarrassing situations, and will always want to convey to you that everything’s okay - sometimes you’re just gonna be clumsy about something and he actually finds that endearing more than anything. But even then, especially when you’re having very sweet sex, he will make you laugh time and time again to keep a lighthearted mood. However, if you’re being more rough and having kinky sex he’ll be more on the serious side, because he wants to make sure everything that’s happening is alright with you, and that you’re feeling good at all times!

H = Headspace (how much does he think about it/you during the day? how elaborate are his fantasies?)

I think he actually doesn’t think about sex super often? But when he does it’s usually deliberate. He’s very good at keeping his self control in case a sexual thought does pop up in his mind every now and then at an inappropriate time, so it’s also very hard to get him riled up if you’re trying to tease him in public for example. However, when he’s in the comfort of his own home he will let his thoughts wander from time to time, indulging in his own fantasies (whether it’s about a specific person or just anyone in general) and he will usually end up getting off to his own thoughts in the end.

I = Intimacy (how passionate or romantic is he?)

I think he’s both very passionate and very romantic deep inside, though the passion-side doesn’t always show very obviously. He’s responsible and more concerned about your pleasure than his own most of all, so even when you can undeniably see the passion burning in his gaze, he’ll stay in control most of the time and not let it take over - especially if you’re having rough sex. Though that might just make the times when his passion and need for you break through that much hotter… As for his romantic side… that will show most if not all of the time, he just can’t help it. Whether it’s in the way he communicates with you, always making sure you’re on the same page at all times, or in the way he gazes at you lovingly whenever he has the chance, or how he whispers sweet nothings to you throughout. If one thing’s for sure then it’s that this guy will make you feel loved at all times! He might get a little shy about classic romantic acts, you know, like putting on some background music to get in the mood, or candles or rose petals scattered all over the bed, but if you mention to him that you’re into that kind of stuff he’ll definitely one day surprise you with it!

J = Jack off (how does he masturbate and how often?)

I don’t think he gets off all that often? Though he seems like the type to use it to let off some steam at the end of the day, but then it’s really just a quick orgasm and nothing more. As I mentioned above, he will sometimes let his mind wander, and if he’s caught up in his fantasies he might just end up taking more time with pleasuring himself sometimes. But I think that especially when he has a partner, he’d choose having sex with them over masturbating any day.

K = Kink (one of his kinks)

Gonna go with a choking kink here because… if Yunho then hands, and hands around throat just makes him soso horny even when he’s just thinking about it. He occasionally likes having your hands around his throat too, whether you’re just resting them there or actually applying some pressure, but he definitely prefers it the other way around. So if you’re into that too, he will do it quite often. Just the image of his big hands wrapped around your throat is so pretty to him, and he’ll be very responsible about the power that gives him over you. Loves having you watch yourself in the mirror as he’s getting you off with one hand, the other hand around your throat keeping you in place and forcing you to watch as he whispers dirty praises in your ear, but he also loves simply having you underneath him in missionary, fucking into you as he applies pressure to your throat, watching as you’re slowly losing your mind.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

The comfort of his or your home is definitely by far the nr 1 for him. He’s not a public sex type of guy at all, like the most public he’s willing to go is in the car usually. If you like the thrill of it, he’ll sometimes be willing to get you off in a semi-public space, but in the end he’d really rather be somewhere the both of you can get comfortable and won’t have to worry about being caught or being too loud, etc. However, that doesn’t mean y’all always have to go at it in the bedroom. If you’re both very horny he’ll take any surface available - the couch, the dinner table, the kitchen counter, even the floor. There’s actually something very enticing to him about taking you on the dining table and making you moan his name where he knows friends or family will sit and have a meal with you on another day, without even so much as suspecting what he’s done to you in that very same place.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Praise! I think praise has got to be his biggest motivator. Hums at you when you tell him how good he’s making you feel and then somehow manages to make you feel even better. This guy could spend all day just getting you off in various ways, fuelled by nothing but the way you praise him, and how he can feel your body reacting to his touch. Even the subtle things, like you melting into his touch or leaning into his hand at the small of your back will make him go crazy about you. And the tension is undeniable when he’s coming closer and closer, not yet giving you that kiss you’re craving or his sweet touch you’ve been longing for all day - it’s his way of riling you up and making you need him, and once he succeeds in making you almost beg for him he’ll be all over you in no time.

And even when the tables are turned, and you’re the one taking care of him, every praise falling from your lips will sound like heaven to him. He WILL blush as you keep praising him while bringing him closer to the edge, and the sounds you can get out of him as you continue sweet-talking him towards his orgasm will be so sinful and perfect, and yet not something he’d ever let you hear otherwise.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Receiving pain can be a big turn-off for him. Unless done right, he’s just not into it, and actually finds it kind of awkward? It just doesn’t feel right to him most of the time, and will ruin the mood so fast. However, in certain situations, when he’s about to cum, that definitely changes, and a slightly painful sensation like you pulling his hair a bit roughly or digging your fingernails into his skin might serve to enhance his pleasure!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s pretty decent at giving oral I’d say. And though his favourite way of getting you off is simply using his hands, he’s more than willing to give you head rather often as well. There’s just something so intimate and sexy about the way his eyes will be glued to your face the whole time, checking for even the slightest reaction to his touches. This helps him figure out what you like and what drives you crazy very quickly, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t put that knowledge to good use. Loves the taste of you and how it feels when you cum into his mouth. 

The other way around he’d never say no to receiving oral from you, and prefers it when he can just lean back and enjoy the ride. Won’t really do much except telling you how well you’re doing, until he’s coming really close or if you’re edging him. Then he’ll eventually reach the point where he can’t take it anymore and he’ll buck his hips up into your mouth or grab your hair (if possible) to keep you in place and fuck your mouth until he reaches his high.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yunho is naturally more on the sensual side, with everything. Whether he’s giving you just his fingers, head, or his dick. But the thing with him is also that he’s pretty versatile and is willing to adapt to his partner’s likes quite a lot. So if you’re into a fast and rough pace, he’ll give you exactly what you want, and he’ll definitely end up enjoying it too! Though if it were entirely up to him, he usually prefers going slow and taking his time worshipping your body and mapping out all your favourite places to be touched. Only when he’s very desperate or his very dominant side comes out he’ll become rougher, but even then he tends to still be slow, to savour every single moment, every sound coming out of your mouth and every sensation flowing through your bodies.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies?)

He’s the type who would rather take his time with his partner usually!! However, at certain times a quickie is an appreciated change of pace so to say. If having sex with him normally is all about your pleasure, then a quickie is usually more about him, and so he tends to get a bit rough during them (unless you tell him you don’t like that of course). He just needs you right here and right now, and if you’ve been out or one of you haven’t been home, there’s a chance the frustration has been boiling deep inside for a while, and now that he finally has you to himself, all of that will come bursting out of him at once. You can tell how much he needs you by the way he kisses you impatiently and how he manhandles you into the exact position he wants you in. It’s not rare for him to cum quickly in a situation like this, and not leave enough time for you to reach your high as well. So if the situation allows for it, he’ll slow down once he’s caught his breath and make sure you get your fair share of pleasure as well. But then it’s not really a quickie anymore so alksdöfjs yeah, he really is the type to want to indulge properly after all.

R = Risk (does he like to experiment or take risks?)

He’s not a risk-taker at all. That said, he prefers having sex when it’s guaranteed there’s no risk of getting caught in the act (it kinda ruins the mood for him ngl). However, I do think he loves the sight of watching his cum dripping out of you, so if it’s about not using a condom he’s down for it, so long as you’re using some other form of protection instead.

S = Stamina (how long does he last?)

Has A LOT of stamina. He doesn’t really need a long recovery period until he can go again after cumming once, but even then he knows more than enough things to do in between - whether that’s making out with you or going straight to getting you off again. I think he can last several rounds, and he knows just what to do to make sure he’ll have the energy to keep going for as long as possible.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

I do think he’s a fan of toys! Might have one or two for himself, but definitely has a few to use with a partner! Loves getting them out for in between rounds, so he can continue pleasing you while he rests. Toys to him are mostly about enhancing your pleasure, so he’ll pick them accordingly and discuss with you what you want him to use on you. He likes watching your reaction to them, and tbh he also enjoys that they allow for him to have a lot of control over you while being able to give you multiple orgasms once you’ve figured out what works best for you.

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Yunho isn’t much of a teaser originally, it’s really not something that needs to be a part of sex for him. He’s more of a praise kinda guy, but if you like being teased he’s up for trying! And seeing the reactions he can get out of you with it, it’ll quickly become something you do often. Vice versa, it can go two ways. If you’ve established a dynamic where he takes on a very dominant role he’ll definitely make you regret teasing him by teasing you back harder and maybe even going as far as not to let you cum until you’ve begged for it. However, if there’s no such dynamic between you two he’ll probably be super flustered if you tease him. Especially if your teasing is verbal while you’re going at it, he’ll be blushing so hard and won’t know how to respond cjxnxnxn

V = Volume (how loud or vocal is he? what does he sound like?)

He isn’t really loud. He definitely talks a lot - ongoing communication while you’re having sex is very important to him, plus he finds it hot too. Some dirty talk certainly gets him going! Otherwise he’s pretty quiet, but you will hear him moan as he gets closer, and then sometimes he’s just gonna let out the most unholy sounds you didn’t think he’d be capable of producing…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Your mind clouded by pleasure and your knees weakening, you’ve melted fully into Yunho’s touch. He has his arm around your waist, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re coming close to your orgasm you might’ve been embarrassed about your fucked out expression you find in the mirror right in front of you. Yunho has his face buried in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there, his slender fingers ghosting just above your core as he mutters a praise.

“So pretty for me…” he breathes and you arch your back just a little more, immediately feeling him hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Y-yun… ‘m close…” is all you can whine, and you hear him hissing a curse below your ear. 

“Fuck, me too,” he growls through gritted teeth, all while never taking his eyes off the mirror. “Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” You let out yet another desperate whine at his words, and when his fingers come in contact with your core for some extra stimulation, you know you won’t last another ten seconds. 

“C-coming… Yun… I’m-” Your high crashes down on you, and you feel yourself shaking violently in his hold as he lets out a strained groan and releases inside you, muttering once again how pretty you look in the mirror.

X = (X) as a mark (does he like marking you/being marked? where?)

While he doesn’t want any marks on his or your body to be visible when you’re wearing clothes, he does quite enjoy the sensation of getting marked. You marking him actually activates his possessive side, and is one of the ways to make sure he’ll get rough with you afterwards. Might mark you back, though he prefers doing it with his fingernails dragged across your skin than giving you a hickey. As mentioned before, he’s overall not the biggest fan of being made to feel pain during sex, but if you’re both very close and you end up biting or scratching him in the heat of the moment, that will very much add some more pleasure for him!

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Somewhere in the middle I’d say? Not suuuper high, though his sex drive definitely increases when he has a partner, especially when you haven’t been together for long. He’s not the type to want sex everyday - he’d much rather do it only a few times a week, on days where you can really take your time and enjoy yourselves. But don’t let yourself be fooled, once he does get horny he gets reaaaaally into it!

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

As I already mentioned, he’s really big on aftercare, so most often he will stay up with you for another while after having sex. In general I don’t think he’s that easily tired out, so won’t be the type to blackout right away.

[malereadermaniac]

An Oni's Instinct ~ Alpha Itto x Omega Male Reader

Super happy with this one - hope you guys enjoy! word count: 2k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

When people look at Itto, most agree that he is pretty much a textbook definition of an Alpha

The Oni is tall, lean yet muscular, he's loud and overly confident; to sum up, the man is attractive

However, even as an Alpha, Itto is caring, he's not a very serious man, and he most definitely treats his Omega as a person

People are shocked to see you and Itto out and about as a happy, mated couple - mainly due to the shock factor of a man that looks like Itto treating you, an omega, with incredible amounts of respect

Itto worships the ground that you walk on, the Alpha is a gentleman - a slightly dumb and unserious one but a gentleman no less

The oni opens doors for you, holds heavy objects for you and teases you about it without belittling you like other Alpha's do

Itto takes care of you in many ways, not because he feels like he needs to, but because he wants to show his love for you

And that love transfers over to the bedroom as well

Itto is the perfect Alpha when it comes to helping you through heats

The silver-haired oni can smell the slight change in your pheromones when you go into pre-heat, and he immediately acts on it

The geo-user calls off anything he has that day and takes you home straight away despite your protests

An Oni's Instinct is never wrong, especially when it comes to his whiny Omega boyfriend

By the time Itto has you on your shared bed you've already started to feel the effects of his pheromones on you

The muscular oni gently undresses you, making you lay comfortably on the bed as your body starts to turn redish with your rising temperature

Your full heat hits you like a truck once you watch your handsome Alpha undress, his huge back and arms flexing as he throws his clothes into the corner of the room, his tall form looming over you once the oni crawls to hover over your smaller body

You can feel the pang in your gut, the heat in your stomach twisting into a painful knot as you start to leak precum and slick

Itto makes sure to release calming pheromones while verbally making you relax while he trims his sharp nails

"I know it hurts, babe but just wait a little longer... I don't wanna scratch your perfectly soft walls with my nails now do I?"

Once Itto's nails are finally dull enough as to not hurt you, the Alpha man-handles your heat-induced jellylegs onto his broad, muscular shoulders to open your entrance up to him

Itto takes a split second to admire your slightly gaping hole, your (pinkish/brownish) rim sopping in your slick

But the oni doesn't admire you for too long, your horny, desperate whines snapping him out of his horny daze

"Alpha... Ittooooo~ C'mon pleaseee" you moan out in a whiny tone

"Aye aye captain!" The white-haired oni says with a grin, looking into your eyes. Who was Itto to deny such a request?

The Alpha moves his mouth down to your hole, giving your entrance a hot lick with his abnormally long, Oni tongue

Itto wasting no time, shoving one of his long, lean fingers into your piping hot hole after getting his short but sweet fill of your slick

You writhe and moan from your Alpha's immediate attack on your prostate, his finger thrusting in and out of your hole, curling into your boiling hot walls from time to time

Itto loved watching as he fingered you, your dick twitching from his veiny fingers - he fucking loved watching his middle two fingers fuck into you as you subconsciously ride his veiny, lean digits

Once Itto has gotten a third finger inside of you, you were pushed to your first orgasm of the night, you came hard, your infertile cum covering your chest as your dick even manages to squirt some of your jizz onto your Alpha's hair

Your dick was twitching, but the knot in your gut had barely relaxed, your heat making your ass tighten as you beg Itto for more

So as to not keep his sweet Omega in pain for much longer, Itto lines up his absolutely massive hard on (that he'd been ignoring up until now) with your hole

He chuckled when your hole seemed to wink at him, your ass tightening around nothing out of desperation

It's common knowledge that all Alpha's are... well endowed - but because of Itto's oni genes, he had a fucking monster on him

Not only was your Alpha's dick huge, but he was veiny and his knot would literally lock him inside of you until it fully went down

Thankfully, due to your heat, your usually tight hole was loosened up and ready for your Alpha to wreck you

So in one fell swoop, with your waist in Itto's tight grip, the Oni pulls you onto his dick as he thrusts his hips forward until they collide with yours

Your tummy instantly bulges with an imprint of your Alpha's monster cock, your arms frantically gripping st the bed and pillows above your head as you moan your Alpha's name loudly and lewdly

Itto knows that when you're in heat, you prefer hard and fast - it gets rid of the tight and hot pain in your stomach when you feel a dick fucking into you at lightning speed

And so, your oni does just that, he holds one of your legs up on his shoulder and keeps his other veiny, manly hand on your waist, pulling you in time with his hips to meet his thrusts

As his dick drills into your prostate, Itto'a groaning and grunting in pleasure from.how warm and tight your walls are getting

Your pheromones are driving the man insane and his are doing the same to you

Once Itto bends down, bringing your knee to your head, your ass opens up even move, allowing the Alpha to fuck you even deeper and even harder

Itto kisses you gently, his way of showing his love in such animalistic moments

You let your moans fill the Oni's mouth while his long tongue plays with yours, and as you make out with your alpha, he moves his rough hand from your waist to your hard, smaller dick - his veiny hand able to cover your whole dick

Once Itto starts to jack you off to the pace of his rough thrusts, you cum again

You break the kiss you shared with Itto and gasp, that gasp quickly transforming into a loud, pornographic moan

Itto's face scrunched up from the overwhelming feeling of your clenching fuckhole, but he didn't shut is eyes in effort to watch your sexy face as you came

With your cum splattered on his rock-hard abs, Itto decides to swipe some onto his finger and taste your sweet, addictive, omegan cum

Like some kind if drug, your cum made Itto release more of his horny pheromones - resulting in the Alpha speeding his muscular hips up as he desperately wraps his muscular, veiny arms around you waist; lifting you up off of the bed

Your legs wrap around Itto's waist on Instinct and your arms loosely around your Alpha's neck

Itto was desperately moving you up and down on his huge, hard dick - his panting echoing in your ear like a heavenly choir, and the way the man looked at you with a flushed, sweaty face turned you on more than your heat ever could

As Itto fucked up into you harder and faster, you were beginning to get overwhelmed again - your heat making you desperate for another orgasm at the hands of your handsome, strong Alpha

Due to the speed of Itto's fucking, he started to lose his grip on you - as you started slipping from the Alpha's grip, you reflexively grabbed the nearest sturdy object

Unfortunately, or rather very fortunately for Itto, the nearest thing you instinctively grabbed were his horns - his extremely sensitive horns, which were an Oni's biggest, most effective erogenous zone

"HAAAAH! FUCK, (Y/N)!~" Itto shouts with a moan, stopping his thrusts abruptly as his whole face scrunched up from the shocking amount of pleasure

You can feel the oni's dick throb and twitch inside if you, his not evidently starting to swell - meaning your Alpha's orgasm was close

In your heat-rotted brain, you could only think of being filled with Itto's thick, fertile cum and his fat knot plugging you up

So you go ahead and push Itto's buttons some more, gently caressing one of your boyfriend's bright red horns while tightly gripping the other one

Itto whimpers and pants into your ear for a moment before tightening hid arms around your waist and starting to pound into you once more

Your dick slaps against your stomach as Itto fucks up into you at the speed of light - his fat dickhead pushing against your prostate so roughly that it almost winds you

Your moans mix with Itto's to form a harmony that turns the both of you on even more

Your play with your oni's horns more and more, listening to hid whimpers between grunts and moans, his face blushing more and his body sweating insane amounts of his Alpha musk

And with a few final tugs at your boyfriend's horns, Itto hugs you tight against his body as he shoves his whole dick and knot into you, keeping his dick snug between your warm, soft, and wet walls as he gently ruts his cock

You both moan as you reach your climaxes - Itto's hot, virile cum fulls your Omegan heat to the brim - making your inner Omega ecstatic.

You moan at the feeling if Itto filling you up with his dick, cum and most importantly his huge knot plugging you up

Your 3rd orgasm of the night hits you harder than the others, your legs unwrapping from Itto's waist and twitching uncontrollably from your orgasm

Your dick spurts small splashes of clear cum which coat your dick, chest and Itto's abs in your useless seed

Your grip on Itto's horns tightens as you pull the Alpha down for a passionate kiss - your pull on his horns making the Oni cum a second time immediately out of overstimulation

You sloppily makeout with Itto, his tongue dominating yours lazily as his tight grip on you doesn't loosen one bit

You can feel your tummy full of your Alpha's cock and cum, the bulge in your stomach slightly bigger from the Alpha's unreal amounts of cum

However Sticky and sweaty the two of you were, as well as incredibly overstimualted and hot, you two enjoyed the moment m, basking in the afterglow as Itto rubs his strong arm up and down your back

After managing to calm down (his knot, therefore, also going down) Itto pulls his dick out of you, his thick jizz pouring out of you like a leaking tap

The Alpha lies you down on your bed and immediately reverts back to his less horny, gentlemanly demeanor

Itto jokes with you as he cleans the two of you up - taking care with you as your heat is very much still in effect, his cum and knot merely subduing it for a few hours at most

After the two of you are cleaned up and cleaned out, Itto and you share the few moments you two remain awake cuddling and chatting

Itto had quickly informed Lady Yae that you won't be in for a week, and he's left Shinibu in charge until he's back

As you lull to sleep in your boyfriends warm, strong arms, Itto caresses your body softly while whispering sweet nothings to you

Each one of his sentences having at least one way of saying "I love you" in them

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 11

<;-----part 10, part 12----->

A/N: Ik DogDay has human looking hands but I just like calling them paws and the term for the equivalent of a finger to a dogs paw is called a digit so I used that in the story. Okay I'll stop talking now.

I sat on the examination bed in anticipation. It’s been four weeks. Four weeks of being trapped at my parents' house. Four weeks of having to deal with my mother pestering me every day. Four weeks that I worried that Damian might not be at Playcare anymore. And four weeks that I haven’t seen DogDay.  

A knock interrupted my thoughts. “Miss Y/N?” The door opened and the doctor came back with the x ray results. I’ve been doing everything I needed to heal properly and return to work. “Alright Miss Y/N, good news! It seems like you are healed up completely and no longer need to wear a boot.” “Yes!” I covered my mouth and apologized for my sudden burst. 

“No need to apologize. Seems like this is an early Christmas present for you.” “Indeed, it is.” I was overjoyed then. I can finally leave my parents' house and go back to work! The doctor prescribed me some medicine just in case I felt any pain later. I thanked the doctor, went to the waiting room and saw my dad looking at a newspaper. 

“I’m back.” He looked up from the paper and smiled before folding down the paper. “Hey kiddo. What’s the verdict?” “All healed up.” He smiled and nodded while standing up to leave the clinic. “You know your mom will be hurt that you’re all better; she’s hoping you’d stay with us till’ New Years.” “Sorry not sorry.” My dad knew what I meant when I said that, and he understood why I said that. “Just be careful when you go back to work.” “I will.” 

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Unlocking my door to my place felt so nice. I smiled and sighed as I walked in and shut the door behind me. “Hello home.” I said to no one in particular. I noticed that by the door there was a lot of mail. I should’ve had one of my parents come by and collect these for me. I picked them up and started going through them. “Junk, junk, junk, more junk-wait a minute.” I went back to the previous envelope and took another look at it. It was addressed to me; Angel. 

My heart began to race as I ripped open the envelope. “My darling Angel, it has been almost four weeks since we last spoke. I hope that you are feeling better and that you will be able to return to us soon. Yes, that’s right Angel; us. Damian is still here.” My eyes were watering up as I read. Thank the stars Damian was still there. “And don’t worry my Angel; BB has stayed far away from me. Her helper Edward was a little peeved that we kinda sorta ruined her fur, but I don’t really care.” I chuckled. I knew he would be upset with that. 

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I finished reading DogDay’s letter and went out to the fabric store for his gift. In his letter he said he had a gift for me and that he was excited to give it to me. I looked up a pattern online for what I wanted to make for DogDay and hoped that they had what I needed. Shopping near Christmas is a very hit or miss kinda situation. 

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I was practically jumping in excitement as I saw Playcare. It looked so decked out with decorations. In the center where the statues of the Smiling Critters were at was a Christmas tree. As I got lower into Playcare I could see garland wrapped around the Bron lamps. There also seemed to be snow. Not real snow but fake snow for the children. The cable car soon came to a halt, and I exited while carrying DogDays gift in my hand. 

There were some children running around, sleighing down the hill, building snowmen; it warmed my heart to be back. I looked around and spotted Damian up by the duck pawn with Miley. I smiled and started making my way up to them when I heard Hoppy call out to me. “Hey you’re back!” She hopped over to me and gave me a tight hug. When she set me down she shouted, “Hey kids! Angels back!”  

All the kids that were outside stopped in their tracks and looked over to me and Hoppy before saying, “Angel!!!” The kids ran up to me and surrounded me while asking me questions and hugging me at the same time. “What happened?” “Why’d you leave?” “Did you die?” I did my best to hug each child that came up to me. “I had an injury and needed to go away for a while and no I did not die, haha.” “Miss Y/N!” I looked up and saw Damian was in the back of the crowd.  

I excused myself from the kids around me and made my way towards Damian. Once I got close Damain tackled me in a hug almost making me lose my balance. “You’re back!” He said while crying. “Damian! I’m so lucky I got to see you again. I was afraid that you wouldn’t be here; but after reading DogDays letter and knowing that you were still here, I was counting down the seconds that I could return to you both.”  

Hoppy tapped on my shoulder while saying, “Don’t mean to interrupt but I wanted to tell you something.” I let go of Damian and turned to face Hoppy. “So, you know how in the show Belle and the Beast waltz? Well, I heard from CatNap that DogDay has been wanting to do that scene with you and so he and Sarah have been practicing since she’s about the same height as you and he can't remember how you guys waltz before. They’ve been practicing once a week, and you are here on the day that they practice so I think it’ll be a good surprise to have you be seen by DogDay then.”  

I really wanted to see DogDay now, but I liked what Hoppy had suggested. “Okay, I’m in.” She clapped her hands together before grabbing onto my hand and leading me to the school. “Awesome! Now we just have to hide you until bedtime; that’s when they rehearse.” Damian and Miley followed behind me as we entered the school. “Where is DogDay?” “He’s been couped up in your office. He assigned me to your guy's group. You not being here really took a toll on him.” My heart sunk when she said that. He would probably be a little better if I had written back to him. Once I see him, I’ll explain why I couldn’t and hopefully he won’t be upset. 

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Hoppy led me into the cafeteria and told me that this is where they practice at. “Mmmk, now you’ll just wait behind these curtains for a while while I go and find Sarah to tell her about the plan.” I gave her a thumbs up and she took Damian and Miley back with the rest of the kids. They both said they wanted to stay and watch, and she said they could if they could solve a math problem, she gave them. They both groaned in disappointment, but I chuckled. I’d have to have either Sarah or Hoppy record us, that way I can show them later. 

Once they left I sat down behind the curtain still holding DogDays gift in hand. I then thought about what to give Damian. After a moment of thinking I thought of the perfect gift. I wouldn’t give it to him tomorrow since I didn’t know how long the process would be, but I knew he would happily wait for it. I got on my phone and searched up how to adopt a child from Playtime. 

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I fell asleep while waiting for DogDay and Sarah to come and the sound of DogDays voice woke me up. “Angel should be back any day now so let’s do our best tonight, Sarah.” “Um before we start, I have a suggestion. Why don’t I go put on something similar to what Y/N will be wearing, that way you like don’t step on her dress when she’s here.” “That’s a great idea Sarah! I really appreciate you helping me out with this.” “No prob.” I heard Sarah saying while popping her gum. 

I listened closely as Sarah left the cafeteria but then heard another set of footsteps near me. “Psst.” I looked over and saw that it was Hoppy. “Here.” She handed me the dress that Belle wears. “Go ahead and change. I’m gonna go out there and dj.” “Thank you. Oh, and here, take my phone.” I handed her my phone and she winked at me before leaving to give me privacy to change. 

“Hey there boss.” I could hear Hoppy say to DogDay. “Hoppy? What are you doing here?” “Oh I’m just here to dj. Sarah asked me to help with you guys tonight.” DogDay didn’t say anything but I’m guessing he was okay with this. “Now you just face this way alright?” “Um why?” “Don’t question me.” I then heard the music start to play. Suddenly, my hands felt sweaty. “Alright come on out!” I swallowed and opened the curtain.  

DogDays back was to me. Once I saw him I felt calm and no longer nervous. Hoppy was grinning and she pulled out my phone and started recording. “Hey that looks like Angel's pho-” DogDay stopped mid-sentence and slowly turned around. He turned and once he saw me his tail began wagging. I stepped down from the stage and walked over to him. Once I got close to him, I curtsy and said, “May I have this dance?” He wiped away a tear and bowed while saying, “It would be an honor to dance with you, Angel.”  

I motioned him to come a little bit closer. “I don’t remember the dance.” I whispered while laughing. He laughed to and said, “Not to worry Angel.” He picked me up and had one arm around my waist; and the other paw held my hand. “I’ll lead~”  

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The whole moment felt magical; even though it was really just DogDay waltzing. Once the song had ended, he dipped me down and stared at me with such happiness. He then lifted me up and then we both saw CatNaps tail lower above us holding a mistle toe. “Go on! Kiss her! You know you want to! Haha.” Hoppy was still recording us. “You don’t have to tell me twice Hoppy!”  

DogDay closed the gap between us and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. After a while we pulled back for some air. “I’ve missed you, Angel.” “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry that I didn’t respond to your letter. I had no idea that you sent one and-” DogDay put a paw finger (digit) up to my lips while saying, “Shh. We can talk later. Right now, I just want to kiss you~” I smiled against his paw finger (digit), and he moved it away and kissed me again. “Oh I’m totally gonna show this to BB and KC.” 

A/N: Reunited at last.

[hyewka]

warnings. switch!taehyun, angsty, small little continuity to this plot

coming back to expand on this because something about an insecure taehyun, who has been cheated on in a past relationship, who suspects you’re hiding something grave from him is eating away at my heart because imagine THAT in bed. he doesn’t want to not trust you, he thinks its really all in his head but he needs you to reassure him. he just doesnt know how to ask without scaring you off. usually, taehyun takes the charge but when you come back home one day, and he’s already there sitting on your couch, youre a bit taken aback (until you remember giving him a spare key). he tells you he just wanted to cuddle up with you because he knows how tired and stressed you get after work, you completely believe him and sigh, slumping down on the couch next to him.

whole time, hes fidgeting, shaking his leg. he hasnt been serious about anybody ever since that relationship. hes so sure youre the one, but he just wants you to ease his heart, just a little bit.

when you end up stumbling back in your bedroom, giggling lazily as he takes your shirt off over your head, he notices a hickey.

when he claims your mouth in a deep, dominating kiss, leaving you breathless and dizzy, he notices the faint whisper of a not too foreign name as you moan against him. he convinces himself fully that he’s imagining it all. that hes such a terrible boyfriend for assuming the worst of you because of his past experiences. who is he to spill all his insecurities onto you? hes not going to become that type of boyfriend—he wont.

but it gets the best of him.

when he burries his face into the crook of your neck, taking your scent in a sharp inhale, he mutters something you dont catch. “you smell different,”

“how long has it been since you hung out with beomgyu?”

that you hear. your eyes visibly clear up and theres a slight hesitance before you speak, “march, around his birthday. why?”

“really?” he lets out a breath, bumping his nose against yours as his hand work to get your pants off. “nothing, nothing. thank you.”

you dont get to question that before you feel his fingers start to gather up your slick, slowly inserting digits in. you gasp softly, so eager to have him inside of you already.

when hes sheathed completely inside of you, he pauses at a hilt and he takes the time to lock eyes with you. but then again, he sees you closing your eyes. youve been doing this a lot lately, he hates it. he doesnt tell you but he hates it. “open your eyes princess.”

“m-move, fuck me already..” you whine, completely ignoring his request, the bratty side of you coming out a bit.

but tonight, its as if he wasnt really in the mood to play a role because his voice breaks when he says a firm “please.”

the last thing you expect when you flutter your eyes open is to see such a look on his face. you furrow your eyebrows. “taehyun? are you —"

he shuts you up, moaning into the heated kiss he pulls you in, his lean body pressed flush against you as he feels your fingers tangle into his hair. his thrusts pick up a pace very fast, and he gets delirious very fast.

taehyun can barely form coherent words for the first time ever, overwhelmed with all the conflicting emotions inside of him. all he knows is that he needs you, your approval, your love.

at that thought, clarity washes over him and his finally able to say something clearly. “i love you.” he whispers.

then he says it louder, “i love you. i love you so much. i love you.”

it clearly catches you off guard but if it the smile that spreads across your face was any indication, it was that you were happy. your arms that hang off his shoulder get firmer around his nape as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. he grunts, his breath getting heavier.

“took you so long.” you laugh lightheartedly, and a shaky smile of his own plays at his glistening lips.

“you’ve been keeping track?” he huffs out in mock disbelief.

“duh, kang taehyun.” you tease, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. “i love you’s a big statement. was counting down the days until i could break up with you if you didnt blurt it out already.”

your joke comes out a bit uneven, the intensity of the moment making it difficult to keep a steady voice.

he doesnt share the teasing spirit for long because his face falls slightly, “what about you?” he asks softly, his gaze searching yours. “do you…”

his question hangs in the air, filled with a vulnerability that you’ve rarely seen in him. he bats his lashes at you so cutely you dont think he notices, but it has you grin even wider, reaching out to wipe at the small bead of sweat running down his face. his eyes follow your every move—they twinkle so pretty in the dimness of your room. you can see the unspoken hopes and fears swirling within them, and it makes your chest tighten with affection. and you know.

you know what he needs to hear, what he’s been waiting for.

“i love you too. of course i love you.”

then he snaps—he loses all control he thought he had.

he thrusts into you even faster, slamming his hips against yours with reckless abandon.

you don’t know how much those words mean, you cant even begin to grasp the gravity of it all. it’s like a drug seeping into his veins, intoxicating and exhilarating, the euphoria spreading through him.

“again,” he whines, his voice low. “say it again.”

youre not sure where this neediness is coming from but your pleasure increases tenfold. you brush a damp strand away from his forehead. “i love you, taehyun.” you say earnestly.

you can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the muscles in his back tensing and flexing beneath your fingers as you grip him tighter. “again…again, please” he breathes out in your ear, his pace getting sloppier as he loses himself in you.

you say it again and he leans into you, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he buries his face into your chest, his sobbing growing louder as he cums inside you, filling you up with his seed.

he doesnt stop slowly moving inside of you as his cock softens even after you cum, and you hiss a bit at the overstimulation. “i cant do a second round, love.”

he sighs against yours skin happily, “unlocked a new petname?”

you only realize the slip when he points it out causing you to laugh lightly. “shut up, dont get used to it.” you joke.

this is where you’re supposed to be, in the embrace of the love of your life. something stable, something you can make something out of.

[sleepyhutcherson]

can you write a fic where mike is jerking off to a pic of reader because she’s on vacation or a family trip?

please.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

contains: nsfw, minors dni, m!masturbation, sub!mike. let me know if i forgot anything else!

a/n: eee thank you for your request (๑>◡<๑) hopefully this isn’t too boring lmao hope you enjoy <3 !!

mike becomes so desperate when you’re gone—you’ve only been gone for four days and you wouldn’t be returning from your holiday with your parents for another three days which wasn’t long…but it was too long for mike. he’s used to having you around all day but now the house is extra quiet without you and he hates it.

you call him everyday, you text him whenever you can and mike appreciates it, he feels less alone when he’s talking or texting you. albeit, there’s a familiar melancholy feeling that washes over him the moment he hangs up with you, your goodbyes only reminding him you’re not there with him. he misses you terribly, it’s almost so pathetic how much he misses you. he misses your voice already, your laughter, your smile that he cherishes so much, your lips, your skin…the way he would have access to it, running his digits against your soft skin whenever he craved your touch. god, he missed you so, so much. he missed the sounds you would make whenever he was burying his cock inside of you, the way you would praise him for doing such a good job fucking you, the sight of you bouncing on his cock while he whined and begged for you to let him cum.

a whine falls from his lips once he’s brought back to reality, the living room’s empty and it’s almost dark out, his cock twitching in his boxers. he needs you now - fuck, he needs you so bad. a sob escapes from him… it’s such a pathetic sound it only makes him more desperate for you. he thinks about calling you, he needs your attention, but he isn’t sure you’ll be able to help him with his little problem—what if you’re with your parents? he can’t risk that. instead, he scrolls through your messages, back to that photo you sent of yourself a few days ago. it was a low quality photo, one that shouldn’t have brought him the pleasure it did, but you just looked so beautiful.

he fiddles with his belt, struggling with one hand. once he finally manages, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers, letting them fall down to his ankles. he positions his phone in front of him where he can get a good look at you. he starts stroking his cock, pre cum dripping from the tip… he’s lucky he has the house to himself considering how loud he starts to get. he whines, begging for you… “please, please, please,” he begs, his cock throbbing in his hand as he’s stroking it. he stares at the photo of you, eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. he quickens his strokes, his cock desperately wanting to release. “mm’so good. please, please let me come.” he whines, bucking into his fist. the thought of you denying his release only made him harder.

his eyes were hazy, daring to shut but he so desperately wanted to continue to stare at how fucking hot you looked in that photo. more whines escaped from his mouth, crying out your name, begging for you to let him come. “i’ll… i’ll be so good for you just - fuck - please let me come,” he cried out, picking up the pace. lewd sounds of his hand pumping his cock and his whimpering sounds filled the home, he wondered if the neighbours could hear him. god, he wished you could hear him. hear how much he needed you—how eager and hungry he was for you, for your touch; for all of you.

he was close. he continued to stroke himself, the thought of your pretty hands around his cock only bring him closer to his release. “m’so close, baby. please let me come.” he sobs and like that he threw his head back, a loud final groan slipping from his lips as he bucked into his hand one last time before finishing, his come coating him. he panted heavily trying to catch his breath—he was a complete mess now. his hair sweaty, sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, his hand covered in come. if only you could’ve seen him like this.

[lucerothings1]

Someone’s been a naughty boy

This is not my photo it is Fwsfakes

John Krasinski x male reader smut

Warnings : gay sex, top John, bottom reader, oral, fingering, role play.

Summary: you get home to find your husband John next to the Christmas tree with your Christmas gift.

Today was finally Christmas Eve but it had sucked since you did have to work now you where on your way home finally excited to be at home with your husband John to spend time with him.

As you had pulled up to the drive way now you had received a text from your husband “Hey baby I’ve got a present for you come to the living room right away” he texted.

“Hey I’m in so what is this present of mine babe” you yelled out going into the house and closing the door behind you. As you walked into the living room you where shocked to come face to face with your almost naked husband sitting on a chair in front of the Christmas tree with a Santa hat and a small red cloth draped over his man hood.

“Hey M/n someone’s been telling me you’ve been a naughty boy lately is that true” John said seductively to you. “I guess if my name is on the naughty list and people are taking it must be true” you said going along with the role play as you started to undress your self. You didn’t feel weird since John was into this kinda thing so it wasn’t really a shocker to find your husband like this so

“Well since it’s true I guess I will have to give you coal this year and some sort of punishment” “why don’t you give me a different kind of rock this year Santa” you said now fully naked and on your knees in front of John as you ripped off the cloth revealing his hard as a rock 11 inch cock.

“I guess that can be arranged” he said getting a hold of your neck as he started to sink you on to his cock “yeah naughty boy suck that cock” he said pushing you down more.

“Mm you think I might get a present after all” he said to you as you moved to reach your aching hole as you continued to suck him off. “Ah-yeah you got a nice hot hole here boy” he said as he spit on his fingers and had begun to shove his digits past your entrance.

As he continued to fuck you with his fingers “Okay boy give me a minute” he said as he got up and laid on the floor and motioned you to get on top “come on you naughty boy ride me” he said.

As you got on top of him chest to chest as he grabbed you by the waist “Ah-yeah that’s it take it boy” he said shoving passed your entrance and right away hitting your prostate as you moaned not being able to form words.

“Yeah my naughty boy take my cock” he moaned in your ear causing you to get even harder as you got up and began to jump up and down on his manhood as he got a hold of your arms pushing you back down as he got your waist and begone to go full blast into your hole.

“OH-FUCK-K-K” you screamed by the pleasurable abuse you where endorsing. “YEAH TAKE MY FUCKING BIG DICK MY NAUGHTY BOY” he yelled as all that could be heard was the sound of his cock taming into you skin slapping skin.

“OH FUCK I’m gonna cumm-mm” you yelled as you cummed all over both your chest. “Oh fuck me to my boy take my fucking milk” he yelled erupting inside your hole as as you both laid there naked in between each other as you both had sexy 5 more times that night and again on Christmas morning.

[withleeknow]

endgame. (m)

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, explicit smut; unedited. minors dni. word count: 1.1k note: she was gonna be a cute fluffy piece but she got away from me and turned slutty all of a sudden lmao... anywhomst, i wrote this while half asleep so it definitely could've been better but oh well 🤷‍♀️

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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It started off innocently at first, or as innocent as can be when you’re naked together in a bathtub, with your husband’s hands roaming your body, kneading any spot he thinks would help you ease your tension. The knot on the back of your neck, your shoulders, down your arms and legs, until he paused at your thighs.

Today was a crappy day, one of the worst you've had in a while. Everything started going downhill about an hour after you showed up to work, and it kept rolling down the slope of bad-day-ness until you got home. Shitty boss, shitty coworkers, some annoying backhanded remarks from your family that you didn't appreciate at all. It was too much.

You just wanted to go home, cuddle up with your Minho, and start anew tomorrow.

The second that you opened the door, though, your husband was there, greeting you with a soft smile and an even softer kiss. Like he could sense that something was up even though you hadn't mentioned anything to him all day. You even tried to hide your sour mood from him, thinking that maybe you were overreacting, that maybe it would go away eventually.

You don't know how he knew, but there he was, trying to cheer you up without you having to ask. He'd made all of your favorite dishes, because he knows you love it when he cooks for you more than any expensive meal he could get for you. After dinner, he'd told you to just sit there and look pretty with your favorite ice cream that he bought earlier today, while he cleaned everything up. He'd gotten on the couch afterward and cuddled with you while watching your comfort show.

And now here you are, in a bath that he ran for the both of you, trying to help you wind down after a hellish day.

He's been showering you with affection and pampering you with love all evening, without even being aware of everything that transpired throughout the day. He just knew, and he just simply made it his personal mission to comfort you any way he could. The mere thought of it is enough to bring your tears to your eyes.

Slender fingers squeeze your flesh before they start drawing odd patterns into your skin. Minho tilts your head to the side so he can kiss the corner of your mouth. “Can I make it better?” he asks.

You don’t answer him with words. Instead, you place your hand on top of his and guide it toward where you need him the most. Your husband graces you with an endeared smile the second his fingers meet your core while you sigh, eager for what’s to come.

He finds your clit with ease, just rubbing it for a moment and relishing in the way your voice gets caught in your throat, until he’s satisfied with how wet you are.

You wait with bated breath as he starts circling your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. And when he finally pushes in, burying the digit to the knuckle, all you can do is moan his name with a neediness that’s only reserved for instances like this.

“Fuck…”

You throw your head back to rest on his shoulder, your lips parting in a silent prayer as your thighs try to close around his hand, to keep it there between your legs. There's no one you love as much as him, and even after all these years, sometimes you still wonder how he could possibly be yours.

It's this kind of moments that makes you want to thank all the higher powers out there that aligned the stars for you and him.

“Feel good?” he asks, dragging his lips to pepper the side of your face with soft kisses.

“So good… You’re so good to me…”

Minho thrusts the single digit into you for a while, just testing the waters, easing you into the feeling, before he adds a second finger to join the first. It earns him a beautiful whimper from you, then a clench of your velvety walls around his fingers.

Then you’re turning your body to try and face him better. You catch his mouth in a kiss, but the way he instantly takes control and deepens it makes your head spin with desire. You think he must be doing it on purpose when his digits suddenly curl inside of you, making you gasp against his lips. If there’s one thing that Minho loves more than hearing the sounds you keen out for him, it’s feeling those sounds being released into him.

You attempt to reach for his hardened length - which must be throbbing at this point - between your bodies, but he just swats your hand away. “Just let me take care of you," he scolds lightly.

You want to protest, want to say that he should feel good too, but it's not exactly easy to put up much of a fight when his fingers are still relentlessly pumping into you, caressing your walls on every stroke.

His thumb flicks your slippery clit as his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, squeezing it in his palm until you’re arching desperately into his touch. Some water splashes over the edge of the tub and onto the marbled floor as you squirm against his body, your hips bucking wildly into his hand, trying to find that high and hoping to crash into it headfirst.

Minho can tell that you're close. He knows you too well.

“Come on,” he says softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. “My love.”

A few more swipes at your clit coupled with some more consistent thrusts into your slickened heat and you're done for. Your cunt spasms around his fingers as you cry out his name, grinding feverishly against his hand. He helps you through your orgasm, all the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. There's my girl. You did so well for me. I love you. Just things that he tells you practically every day, but they still make you flutter with absolute fondness for him nonetheless.

Once you've calmed down, you peer up at him lazily, still leaning against his body with his arms around you. Minho just smiles, seemingly so proud of himself that he's made you feel better.

More than better, actually.

You love him, so goddamn much. If only he knew that he didn't have to do anything to salvage your day. Only his presence was enough for you. It's always been enough for you.

The thought of ever loving anyone else seems like an impossible one. He's it for you. This is your endgame, right here.

"Thank you," you say.

"You never have to thank me." He shrugs sheepishly, then kisses you again, softer and slower this time. "You're my wife. I love you. I'm always going to want to make your days better."

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 06.11.2023]

[number1mingyustan]

Bored ☾

producer!woozi x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, hand kink lowkey, fingering (f.), kissing, cursing, marking, squirting

Summary: When you're bored you tend to grow needy and your boyfriend's been neglecting you

Word Count: 1.5k

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(a/n: something short and sweet for you guys)

He promised he'd be done an hour ago. You should've known better honestly, Jihoon refuses to leave his studio if his work isn't absolutely perfect. There have been too many nights of him coming home late and apologizing because he got caught up.

Today, you thought you would remove that possibility and come visit him instead. However, your presence doesn't seem to be changing much because he's still busy.

And you are so incredibly beyond bored. You can only scroll mindlessly through your phone for so long. Despite the black couch behind him being extremely comfortable, you don't want to lay on it anymore. You want your boyfriend and his attention.

He's been messing around with the same track for at least 45 minutes. Altering the pitch, playing with the key, and adding and removing different layers. You've been watching him, how his hands move along the recording table.

You push your thighs together at the thought of his hands.

It's not often that you get this needy. Neither of you has very high sex drives, but when one of you is in the mood... it's always worth your time.

Jihoon was a gentle lover, but fuck, he was so good with his hands. His touch was always delicate, yet satisfying. And he knew your body well, where his fingers should go and just how to touch you the way you needed.

Good thing you wore a skirt.

You lift your body off the couch and walk over to him.

"Jihoon," you whine.

He lifts his head to meet your eyes. "I know baby, I'm sorry. 30 more minutes, I promise."

You groan, planting yourself on his thigh. He wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek. "I swear I'm almost done, just bear with me a little longer."

"Jihoon."

"Hmm?" he doesn't lift his head.

"I'm horny," you confess.

His body completely freezes for a moment. "Y/n, baby..."

“Just make me feel good,” you run your hand along his chest. “You know I can be quick.”

He hesitates. You watch the way his face contorts as he contemplates giving in. Finally, he leads your body back to the couch where he lays you down.

“10 minutes,” he breathes out. “That’s it, and then I gotta get back to work.”

You smirk, spreading your legs open for him to see. “C’mon, you know you can make me cum in 5.”

He pushes your panties to the side, running his thumb along your slit. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re soaked. You love his hands, his fingers always touch you the way you need, pleasuring you beyond satisfaction.

He smirks at the way his fingers grow damp and shiny. He doesn’t waste anymore time before slipping his middle finger inside of you.

You allow your eyes to fall shut as he pleasures you. He pumps his middle finger into your cunt a few times before slipping in his ring finger.

“Fuck,” you breathe out.

He pushes his fingers in deeper, scissoring them to stretch you out. Your body grows tense when he does so.

“Relax baby…” he begins kissing along your neck. His lips latch onto one particular area where he begins sucking. He’s not satisfied until a bruise starts to form on your skin. “ ‘M making you feel good aren’t I?”

His fingers have started pumping into you quickly. You’re so wet, his fingers slip in and out with ease. You’re sure you’re dripping onto the couch, but neither of you seems to mind. His pace is increasing with each pump of his fingers, fucking you hard and fast with his digits.

He continues nibbling and sucking on your neck as he fingers you. There’s hickeys decorating your neck, leaving him smiling and satisfied. He curls his fingers, placing pressure deep inside of you that sends you into overdrive.

“Jihoon!” You cry out.

He catches on before you do, pulling both fingers out of you as the rush of liquid leaves your body. You squirt all over him and the couch shamelessly. And hey, it only took him 3 minutes.

He looks down at the mess you’ve made, smirk plastered on his face. You’re still panting beneath him, mouth parted and eyes fluttering open as you come down from your high. He places his fingers in his mouth, sucking lightly before shooting you a wink.

"Better now?" he asks, voice laced with amusement. "You made quite the mess."

You cover your face in embarrassment when he reminds you. You hardly lasted and you squirted everywhere. "Don't tease me."

He tosses a t-shirt and sweatpants in your direction. "You love it."

“You keep clothes here?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah, you know how much time I spend here. I always keep some comfy clothes for when I’m here late.”

He helps you remove your damp clothing and dresses you in his clothes.

“What about the couch?” you ask.

“It’s no biggie,” he shrugs. “I’ll just get it cleaned. It’s all black anyway.”

He goes over to the storage closet where he pulls out a chair for you to sit. He sets it up right next to him, facing the recording table. He sits down in his chair and you in yours.

“Good,” he smiles. “For the next 30 minutes, I want you to be good. Can’t bother me or get me all worked up. And if you're good, I'll give you my cock when we get home."

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[tripthelightfatality]

Exodus Unholy |D.W.R x S.F.K|

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW: Heavy BDSM, Dom! Danny, Sub! Sam, Oral (M Rec), Impact play, Unprotected anal sex, Toy use, Double penetration, Hair pulling, Consensual slapping, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Biting, Hickeys, Dirty talk, Dacryphilia, Pure filth, Porn without plot

Summary: Danny knew that Sam needed a little attitude check and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Word count: 3440

Thank you for being so patient with me! This took hella long to write but it was worth it. Hope you enjoy my Sanny brain rot lmao.

If there was one thing Sam Kiszka was notorious for it was being the biggest pain in the ass. He had many simple pleasures in life and what he chose today was getting a rise out of his boyfriend.

Filthy words rolled off of Sam’s lips into Danny’s ears. Everything from ‘I need you to fuck me, daddy’ to ‘If you don’t, I’ll just finish myself off’ were thrown out. Rather than give in, Danny was adamant on standing his ground.

“That mouth can get you in a world of trouble so I suggest you use it wisely” Danny whispered into Sam’s ear.

Strike one.

“Hmmm I don’t think I will. It’s my mouth and I’ll use it how I damn well please...unless you have a better use for it” Sam hissed back.

Strike two.

Danny raised both eyebrows and placed a hand on Sam’s knee. He gave it a firm squeeze to indicate “This is your final chance to get your act together before I take matters into my own hands’.

If you’re going to be a brat, go big or go home was Sam’s personal motto and he was sticking to it. To finish the job, he said the one thing that would definitely land him in the line of fire:

“I guess you’re too much of a pussy to put me in my place. What a shame I guess”

Strike three.

Danny grabbed his car keys and Sam’s hand. He was going to make Sam eat those words. The ride home was eerily quiet and Sam was now questioning if he went too far. Usually Danny talks about what’s waiting for him at home but the silence was too close for comfort. Once the car was parked in the driveway, Danny looked straight ahead and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

“You are going to walk your ass into the house and go straight to the dwelling. When I’m good and ready, I better see you naked and on your goddamn knees”

To avoid digging his grave any further, Sam ran out of the car and into the house. His heart was threatening to burst from his chest as he thought about what’s to come.

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“Looks like someone forgot how to behave in public. Well now you’ve got my full fucking attention, Sammy boy.”

A loud gag ripped through the air as Danny pulled out his fingers from Sam’s throat; The saliva covered digits glistened in the dim light.

“Listen to how pitiful you sound. Be thankful that I’m even helping you take my cock down your throat. I should just let you choke on it like the little fuck slut you are” Danny huffed while wrapping a hand around Sam’s neck.

Degradation was like a second language in the bedroom. When it was used, it was used to the fullest extent. Sam coughed and shuddered at Danny’s statement. His hands were bound with metal cuffs behind his back and knees were digging into the concrete floor. Being a disobedient brat always led to a punishment but being dragged into the dwelling meant he fucked up royally.

“T-Thank you…”Sam rasped out. He looked up with teary eyes and saw just how angry Danny actually was.

As a swift hand cracked against Sam’s cheek, Danny’s grip on his neck tighter ever so slightly. His other hand tilted up his chin so Sam could fully look him in the eye. If looks could kill then Danny would be behind the trigger.

“You know how to address me. Try again”

“T-Thank you, Sir…” Sam quickly corrected himself.

Danny shook his head and gripped Sam’s jaw. His honey doe eyes were met with the lustful obsidians of the man above him. Sam wasn’t afraid to play with fire when it came to his bratty tendencies but no matter how high his crimes were stacked, Danny will always become the executioner.

“Since you don’t know how to control that mouth of yours, I’m going to put it to better use.” Danny removed his hands from Sam to free his throbbing cock from his jeans.

Like presenting an offering, Sam opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. His heart was fluttering in his chest waiting for Danny to be buried deep into his throat. Danny tapped the head of his dick against Sam’s tongue and slid into him in one swift motion. Giving him no time to adjust, Danny began to thrust into Sam’s mouth.

“That’s right…fucking take it. Gag on me you little slut” Danny grunted out while placing both of his hands on the sides of Sam’s head and fucking into the back of his throat. A stream of tears and drool fell down Sam’s chin as Danny set a vicious pace in his throat. The sound of gags and broken moans was like a symphony to Danny’s ears. His thrusts stopped suddenly as Danny held Sam’s head down.

“Only good boys get to breathe and you are far from that. But I know you’d die happy if it meant you got to go out choking on me. Isn’t that right, Princess?”

Sam nodded to the best of his abilities then coughed as Danny pulled out. The rush of oxygen made his head feel dizzy and his cock throb, almost like a full body high without any drugs. Just being manhandled alone was enough to make him cum easily.

“Y-Yes sir…I’d be the happiest slut on this planet if it meant I got to worship your divine cock. I’d grovel at your feet every waking moment just to let you know where I belong”

While Danny was fluent in crude prose, Sam’s expertise was counteracting those obscenities with admiration. His bratty mouth may get him into trouble but it can also get him out. Danny leaned in close then placed his hand on the side of Sam’s cheek, slowly slipping his fingers towards the nape of his neck. With one quick snap, Danny grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Sam’s head back.

“It’s gonna take more than ass kissing to get you out of this, darling.” With pursed lips, Danny spat onto Sam’s tongue and smeared it around with the head of his dick. Sliding back into his throat, the sinful dissonance coming from Sam recapitulates. At the pace Danny was going, Sam’s throat was bound to be sore the next day. A fresh set of tears mixed in with the rest of the saliva running down his chin.

“I haven’t even touched your cock and you’re already making a mess of yourself. Fucking disgusting how you’re getting off from this”

That was the final nail in the coffin. It wasn’t often that words could get him to finish but mixing that with pitiless actions of his dominant counterpart became simply unbearable. Sam whined pathetically as he came on the floor without giving a proper warning. The temporary relief was short-lived as Danny pulled out of his mouth.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re just digging your grave deeper.”

Danny placed a heavy hand on the top of Sam’s head and pushed him to the floor.

“Clean up your fucking mess”

Sam winced and began to lick up the small pool beneath him. He glanced up to see Danny’s pleased reaction and swallowed up his release.

“I hope that was worth it because you’re not allowed to cum from now on. Do you understand?”

Sam whimpered and slowly nodded. Putting up a fight in this position wasn’t worth the trouble. However he did take solace knowing he had the choice to pick the punishment.

“You’ve disobeyed me too much today” Danny sneered while squatting down to Sam’s level.

“I’ve had it with your bratty ass today.”

In a lapse of judgment, Sam decided to add fuel to the already burning fire. He smirked then looked directly into Danny’s eyes.

“And what are you gonna do about it, Danny?”

Sam was awaiting another strike to his face but it never came. Instead something more ominous was looming on the horizon. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Danny yanked Sam off the ground and dragged him towards the modestly sized St. Andrew’s cross mounted on the wall.The grip on his hair was dropped as his cuffs were removed. Momentary freedom dissipated as Sam’s wrists and ankles were locked into place.

“I was going to let you pick your poison but I don’t think you deserve such a privilege”

Danny was seething at this point. A couple swatts to the ass wasn’t enough to get the point across. Glancing over at the matte black chest, lovingly called Pandora’s box, a different idea came into play. Sauntering over to the chest Danny opened it and fished out the item he was looking for. He walked back over to Sam and leaned close to his ear.

“Matter of fact, you don’t even deserve to look at me”

Taking away one of the core senses was one of a part of a punishment in Danny’s book along with many other stipulations. Sam swallowed harshly and bit his lip as the silk blindfold robbed him of his eyesight.

Danny had three different tiers of punishment depending on the crime: his hand, which was the equivalent of getting a slap on the wrist. The flogger, the sting of the leather was more of a putting you in your place method. The worst and final tier was the cane. That was bought out only if the most severe punishments were due.

“I better hear you count every strike. If you lose count then it starts back at number one. What’s your color?”

Sam took comfort knowing that if the safeword was said, everything stopped and he would be taken care of. Both of them go off of the color system: Green means “I’m good”, Yellow “Take it easy on me”, and Red “Everything needs to stop”.

“G-Green sir…”

The first blow of the cane smacked against Sam’s right cheek echoed through the air. With no warning, the sudden strike caused Sam to shriek in shock. It wasn’t long before the lingering sting began to set in. Catching his breath, he started to count.

“O-One”

The second strike hurt worse than the first since he was expecting it but actions had dire consequences.

“T-Two…”

*Thwack*

“How many was that, brat?”

Admiring the marks Danny has painted across Sam’s ass, he took a handful of his cheek and squeezed. Tears soaked through the blindfold and shaky breaths fell from Sam’s lips; crimson imprints adorned his alabaster skin.

“S-Six sir…”

Once he was satisfied with his work, Danny put down the cane and released him from the cross. The cuffs returned back onto Sam’s wrists as his knees kissed the concrete once more. It took a second for Sam’s eyes to adjust to the light when the blindfold was removed but the tears made it just a tad bit harder.

He glanced up to see Danny knelt down in front of him with that damned smirk. Sam let some more tears roll down his face in hopes that some mercy would be given but he was sorely mistaken.

“A hard head makes a soft ass. You could cry me a fucking river for all I care.”

Danny grabbed Sam’s chin and slowly licked up the stray tears. He watched Sam’s eyes roll into the back of his head as a deplorable whine rattled out of his chest, that very sound went straight to Danny’s already painfully hard dick.

“Oh, someone liked that. Does my precious little crybaby enjoy getting treated like a whore?”

Sam sniffed and slowly nodded. Danny already knew the answer but it was the humiliation aspect that really got him off.

“Pathetic. Get up and bend your ass over the bed”

Sam slowly got off the floor and made his way to the bed. Glancing down at his knees, he can see the bruising starting to form. Danny placed his hand on the center of Sam’s back and bent him over; the soft material of the sheets rushing against his chest and face.

“Mmmm…I’m going to ruin this fucking hole of yours, Princess” Danny purred while spreading Sam’s cheeks and spitting right onto his pulsing hole. Sam whimpered as he felt the saliva drip down. He was achingly hard and desperate for Danny to direct some sort of attention down below. The sigh of relief that rolled off of his lips when the single finger slid into him elicited a sinister chuckle out of the man above.

“Do you think you deserve my cock in your ass after all that trouble you put yourself through? Because I surely don’t think you do”

While one’s pain is another’s pleasure, he enjoyed watching the man below him spill at the seams. Danny thrusted his finger at an agonizing slow pace. Sam whined and tried to move his hips upward to get more friction. He needed more than just the finger; He craved the pure wrath of Danny.

“M-More…please sir”

He was greeted with another open palm to the tender side of his cheek. Sam winced as he was still hurting from the caning from earlier.

“You are in no position to make requests. You will take what I give you and be fucking grateful for it. Do I make myself clear?”

Sam nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes sir…I’m sorry”

“It’s really a pity. I was ready to fuck you stupid but I see the lesson hasn’t stuck. Do we have to start all over again?”

Sam shook his head in a panic and whimpered pleadingly. He knew if the process started all over again then it would be over before the beginning.

“Nonononono please don’t start over! I-I won’t be able to contain myself if you do…”

At this point, Sam didn’t care how desperate he sounded. All he wanted was Danny to fuck him to the point of no return. There was one last card in his hand that would get him anything he wanted and in a last ditch effort, he was ready to play.

“P-Please daddy…”

That two word phrase felt like a punch to the gut. Of course Sam would fight fire with fire just to have the odds in his favor. Danny pulled away from Sam all together then reached over to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Popping the cap, he squeezed a liberal amount onto his hand.

He placed it back on the table and slowly stroked himself until he was deemed ready. Sam softly gasped as he felt the blunt tip teasing his rim. Within the blink of an eye, Danny slid himself in. Giving no time to adjust, he began to fuck Sam into the mattress. Danny had a vice grip on Sam’s hips as he pounded into him, fingers digging harshly into his skin. Staccato moans bounced off the walls with each thrust.

“Maybe I should fill all your little holes, yeah? Would that make your whore heart flutter?” He growled while sucking a deep hickey onto the junction of Sam’s neck.

Sam whined and clenched around him. The mix of Danny hitting his sweet spot and nails digging into his hips were beginning to be overwhelming to his senses. To add onto his canvas, Danny bit down on Sam’s shoulder with a long groan.

“Do what you please with me…f-fill all of me up, daddy”

Just those words alone almost made Danny finish. Slowing his thrusts down, he licked up the shell of Sam’s ear once more.

“Yeah? All you want to be my personal fuck toy. Well get this, Sammy…That’s all you’re gonna be…another hole to warm my cock. Say it, cockslut”

“I-I’m just another hole to warm your cock, daddy…”

Sam longed for Danny to give his neglected cock some attention but in true sadistic fashion, he loved to watch his boyfriend unravel into a puddle of nothing.

“Since I’m feeling generous, open your goddamn mouth”

Through the pornographic moans, Sam managed to open his mouth wide enough in order to obey Danny’s command. The taste of plastic melted onto his tongue as he recognized the toy.

“Does my little bitch like to be filled to the brim? Remember…it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full” Danny groaned while thrusting the phallic toy into Sam’s mouth in tandem with his thrusts.

If the filthy noises weren’t pouring out in the moment, they definitely were now. Sam could feel that familiar burn in his stomach building rapidly. He gurgled out a pathetic whine in hopes that Danny would grant permission for his release.

“Oh you’re gonna have to do much better than that. You haven’t even come close to earning the right to cum. Fucking hold it or this all stops. I have no problem edging you all night”

To test Danny’s threat was highly tempting but that reward would not outweigh the risk. If Danny says he will do something then best believe he will follow through. Sam’s now red cock was throbbing with burning wanton as he was being fucked from both ends. He could tell that Danny was starting to get close from his faltering thrusts. In a last act of desperation, he began to fuck himself against Danny’s length. It wasn’t long before Sam’s impending climax was lurking dangerously close. Pleading for release, all that came out what’s gargled moans.

“Do it. Be a good boy and cum around my cock”

Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came all over the sheets. If Danny didn’t have the tight grip on his hips then he definitely would have collapsed over. Letting out an animalistic moan, Danny released himself deep into Sam’s heat.

For a quick second, a few chaste kisses were placed on Sam’s shoulders. Both men hissed in unison as Danny pulled out and yanked the toy out of Sam’s mouth. The only thing that was audible was soft pants as Sam came down from his high. With carefulness, Sam was freed from his bonds. Gentle kisses were peppered on his wrists and palms but the tenderness of the moment was short lived.

“Oh you thought we were done? God I truly did fuck you stupid” Danny darkly chuckled while sliding the toy into Sam’s now sensitive hole.

“One more and then we’re done”

Sam let out a high pitched whimper and gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks but this time they were tears of pleasure.

“T-Thank you for using all my holes, daddy ! O-Oh fuck…”

A huge grin plastered itself across Danny’s face as he slowly thrusted the toy deeply into Sam.

“There’s my good boy. Sounds like you’ve finally found your manners.”

With each thrust, the warmth in his stomach came back with full force. Sam looked up at Danny and touched his face with a shaky hand. His legs began to shake as he was teetering dangerously close to his climax. Danny smashed his lips against Sam’s and swallowed his moans as he finished all over his abdomen.

Little stars clouded Sam’s vision as he descended from his last orgasm. He looked absolutely fucked out but it was one that suited him best. Danny softly patted his hip to let him know he’s pulling out the toy. A soft wince fell from Sam’s lips but the pain was over within a second. After putting the toy down, Danny grabbed a towel and wiped off Sam’s stomach.

“Let’s get you taken care of, sweetheart. I’ll be right back” Danny softly cooed while giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. Sam gently hummed and closed his eyes for a second. He heard the sounds of running water in the background and tried to stay awake. The little slumber was interrupted as Danny gently picked him up and walked to the bathroom. The aftercare portion was usually both of their favorite parts after a session in the dwelling. After being gently placed in the tub and sliding in behind him, Danny put up Sam’s hair so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Good lord I did a number on you” Danny laughed while tracing his fingers against the menagerie of hickeys decorating his skin.

Sam softly chuckled and smiled. “Walking is definitely going to be a chore for the next few days but it was so worth it”

Danny shook his head and wrapped around his waist. He placed a soft kiss on the back of Sam’s neck then rested his chin on his shoulder. Sam leaned into Danny’s chest and sighed happily.

“I love you, Danny Wagner. Forever and always”

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𝑭𝑺𝑴 ✩ 𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(adj.) Of grey skies and winter days, filled with heavy clouds or fog

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᥕᥲrᥒ . Fem reader, ooc kaiser?, Fluff, part ii of INARTICULATE

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsᥙm . With the match being cancelled due to the rainy weather, why not relax at the balcony after waking up and drinking coffee in the morning with his darling?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᥴһᥲr . Micheal Kaiser

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☃︎⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

6:30 a.m

Buzz.. buzz.. buzz.. rang the digital clock

Waking up one sleepyhead, which is you, groaning and rubbing your eyes. Your hand reached to close the digital clock. You looked at the sleeping figure next to you, smiling fondly as your hand reached its new destination, his cheek. Your thumb rubbed it softly, your face reaching closer, til your lips connected to his slightly open ones, your lips took its own little nap for a few seconds, leaving after it felt satisfied.

Kaiser's eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim but too bright lighting. He groaned as you were in the middle of your stretching, the uncomfortable noises of your bones cracking must've woken him up, you thought. "Mm, did I wake you up, love? m sorry, you can sleep tight now, I need to take a shower." You said, getting out the bed. But a hand held your wrist in place, looking back "love let goo I need to take a shower and brush my teeeeth" "it's fine you smell amazing.." playfully huffing in response to his answer, "just come and.. cuddle with me." Your ears perked up, your mouth forming a mischievous and teasing smile "what's that?~ I didn't hear thatt~" "you smell like shit, go take a shower" his hand immediately let go, turning his back to you annoyed. You laughed at his childish yet cute gesture, engulfing him in your hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he tried to escape by wiggling out of your warm hug "go take a shower you bloody parasite" he softly yelled out "oh but I thought you said I smelled amazing" his eyebrows furrowed at your emphasis "just cuddle me, I'm cold." You did as told as he lazily made his requests clear. Your hand repeatedly patted his head, putting the tired kaiser to sleep.

You left the bedroom warmed with the love radiating off both of you, shivering as your feet touched the cold hard bathroom tiles. Every other room you stepped into felt cold, longing for your grumpy boyfriend's warm embrace. He woke up only 10 minutes after you did, getting sick of the absence of your presence. Sitting up, he gazed at the window, stained by the rain water. The rain had only calmed down in the morning, raining hard all night long, keeping the sleeping couple company with its calming sounds.

6:45 a.m

He left to bathe, turning on the tap and engaging in another activity til the water in the grand bathtub filled up.

Decorating it with beautiful blue and white rose petals, and sumerging his naked body into the warm emollient water. Sighing and letting his head rest on the near wall, his arms relaxing sitting on top of the bathtub. The bathroom door opened with a creek, opening his eyes, roaming around the room just to find his lover wrapped in a towel approaching him.

"What? Didn't bathe?" He said, scooting over to make room for you "Just thought of joining my oh-so-very-handsome man today"

"Get out"

Chuckling, you said "you're very grumpy in the mornings, ya know"

His chin now rested on your shoulder, arms hugging your waist and his brows furrowed. Unspeaking of your comment. Your hands found its way to his dry hair, playing with it. He hummed softly. The silence in the air was comforting, the couple back to embracing each other, the unwavering rain accompanying them as background music. It felt.. seraphic.

Kaiser was usually gone for most of the day, sometimes even months due to matches and such. And when he is at home, he chooses to relax, or do relaxing things. But you had him all to yourself today, seeing a new side to him yesterday, and today. He was soft, he was himself. He finally felt comfortable sharing all of him with his lover. It was a new chapter to your relationship. A new beginning even.

Shaking out of your trance as your boyfriend's placid humming came to an end "can I use your shampoo" he asked, eyes begging pathetically but face sly as ever. "Of course, only if I get to use yours" light light rose pink coloured his cheeks (he nodded in response), looking away. "Will my oh-so-very-kind wife wash my hair for her very tired husband?~" your eyes widened a bit at the use of his nicknames, now this was new, he had never called himself your husband, nor you his wife. A new tactic of teasing you? "Now that's new, when were we husband and wife" "since yesterday" he spoke, smiling, unphased. "Soo, what do we name our children" Now it was his time to blush "noel noa"

"how about ness"

"absolutely not, don't even think about it"

"Whyy, it's cute?" He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand against his chest

"Cute?! Cute??! Can't believe you find HIS name cuter than your own husband's!" Oh him and his stupid theatrics, but you loved his stupid theatrics.

"Okay okay don't get so butthurt, We will just name it noa" "Now your hurting my heart babyyy" he cried out "what~ , it was your suggestion" you spoke as if it was a question "but I was joking" "and before you say anything else, no, we are not naming our child michael jr" "stop your killing me with your words!" He pushed you away gently, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead, other hand on chest.

7:00 a.m

You sat on the vintage chair, accompanied by an empty chair and a vintage metal table, you stared out blankly, thinking of nothing, but calmly listening to the sounds of the calming rain and patiently waiting for your lover's return. Oh how much you love him, the first thought appeared. Smiling brightly to yourself. You were shaken out of your trance at the hearing of your lover's voice "what must you be smiling so bright about, schatz? Thinking about your handsome boyfriend?" He teased, entering the bedroom with warm cups of coffee on a tray. Playing the tray in the middle of the table, he placed one on your side, taking his, he blew on it gently. "Why are you so.. pretty?" You asked, now looking directly at his face in a dreamy trance. If he were to drink the hot coffee, he would've choked. Pretty, now it was his turn to say "well, that's a new one." He chuckled "God, thank you for giving my such a-" standing up, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a tight but passionate and gentle kiss and all the emperor could was sit in shock and simply lean into your kiss. With the breaking of your kiss, he completed your sentence for you, panting for air "blessing? singvogel, know that you are a special blessing for me, God's chosen emperor, as well."

You had now abandoned your seat, instead, making his lap your very own seat "we both are blessings for eachother." You whispered into his chest as his hand ran up and down your back slowly, letting your scent be ingrained to his brain and nose.

The both of you shared this cherished moment silently, knowing that another opportunity like this will only come once in an eon."

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 —

schatz - treasure

singvogel - songbird

copyright © @vvluvmai

This was completed at 2:47 a.m LMAO

Tags: @kaiserkisser

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #1

🎶  Just a perfect week Read fanfiction in the park And then later When it gets dark, look at art. Just a perfect week Reading at work in the loo, And then later a podfic, too And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect fest We're glad to share it with you Oh, such a perfect fest It just keeps us reading on, It just keeps us reading on.   🎶

🎤 Welcome to our 8th round of H/D Wireless!

The time has finally come to start posting all the fantastic entries we’ve received this year!

We’ve revealed 14 top hits so far, with many more to come. The mods have been working non-stop since December to make this happen, so we’re beyond excited to finally be back 🤩

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️

And here for the YouTube playlist.

And now without further ado, our Wrap-up for the first week of posting:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Why don't you like me? [T, digital comic]

🎵Song Prompt: Grace Kelly by MIKA 🎵Summary Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

📻 Alive [E, Digital comic]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Alive' by 'Sia' 🎵 Summary Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source. 

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Before the Cold Sets In [T, 9,154, origami art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies 🎵 Summary But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist [E, 51,500]

🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 🎵 Summary On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

📻 Take You Home [E, 26,333]

🎵 Song Prompt: Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches and Take You Home by Dido 🎵 Summary Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

📻 love is just a shout in the void [M, 4,489]

🎵 Song Prompt: i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san 🎵 Summary Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

📻 The Two Of Us In Sympathy [M, 5,782]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rent by Pet Shop Boys. 🎵 Summary Draco Malfoy is a sex worker. Harry Potter is the client who falls in love with him.

📻 Vipera Berus [M, 20,614]

🎵 Song Prompt: Just Pretend by Bad Omens 🎵 Summary Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was. And so what, if he was still waiting.

📻 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave [M, 2,226]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Two-Headed Boy' by 'Neutral Milk Hotel' 🎵 Summary The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

📻 (you) find me when the lights go down [T, 1,839]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'save me from the monster in my head' by 'Welshly Arms' 🎵 Summary Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

📻 If You Took the Time to Try [T, 18,169]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Go Like" by Fox Stevenson 🎵 Summary Last summer, Draco's impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he's looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

📻 Title & Possession [E, 49,063]

🎵 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company - Asking Alexandria 🎵 Summary Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [podfic] [M, 33 minutes]

🖋️ Original author: Jackvbriefs 🎵 Song Prompt: Black Sheep by Metric 🎵 Summary The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Moldova's Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic [E, 2:46:12]

🖋️ Original author: aibidil  🎵 Song Prompt:  Clint Eastwood by Gorrillaz 🎵 Summary Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.