#Neck kisses

[00sweetrose]

Neck kisses <3

[venusbody19]

[deloveusion]

my neck could be a garden for your kisses or bites

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!!

[nekoo3001]

Neck!!! (MHA 430)

Not a fan of his new haircut but I had to draw it

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[120daysofsodomm]

By Sergey Galanter

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Neck Kisses from my patreon sketch requests!

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[daddyinfinite]

[knottedhearts]

Inspiration: B.E.

The sound of Billie’s voice filled the room, raspy yet melodic, as she leaned back in her chair, her lips brushed the mic in front of her as she worked on the chorus of Lunch, her newest track. She had been stuck on one part all day, and it was driving her crazy—but in true Billie fashion, she made even her frustration look effortlessly sexy.

She pulled the headphones off, tossing them onto the desk with a sigh before spinning her chair around to face you. Her eyes flicked over your face, a mischievous glint dancing in her gaze.

"Y'know, Y/n," she started, her voice dripping with playful charm. “You’re kinda distracting me right now.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not even doing anything, Billie,” you protested with a laugh, leaning against her bedpost.

She smirked, spinning her chair slowly back and forth. “Exactly. You’re just standing there, looking all cute and innocent. How am I supposed to focus when you’re over there stealing all my attention?” Her voice dipped into a teasing tone, making your cheeks flush.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “Pretty sure you’re the one distracting yourself.”

Billie raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, is that how it is?” She leaned forward in her chair, elbows resting on her knees as she looked up at you. “I don’t know, babe. Maybe you should help me instead. Wanna be my muse?”

You tilted your head, trying not to let her flirtation completely derail you. “What do you need me to do? Write the lyrics for you?”

She laughed, her head tilting back for a moment before her gaze snapped back to yours, intense and almost daring. “Nah, I’ve got the lyrics down. I just need... inspiration.”

Billie stood up slowly, the chair creaking behind her. She closed the small gap between you two, her hand brushing your arm, the touch light but deliberate. “You know, the kind of inspiration only you can give me, Y/n.” Her voice dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tried to hold your ground, but her smirk made it impossible. “Billie, focus,” you managed, though your resolve was slipping.

“Oh, I’m focused,” she murmured, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she leaned closer, her breath warm against your neck. “Just not on the song.”

Your breath hitched, and Billie laughed softly, clearly satisfied with how flustered you’d become. She stepped back, her grin wide as she plopped back into her chair. “Alright, alright, I’ll behave—for now. But if this song turns out to be a hit, just know you’ll be in the credits for... inspiration.”

You crossed your arms, biting back a grin. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it."

Billie was back in her chair, headphones on, her voice soft as she hummed the melody of Lunch. Her focus was intense, brows furrowed slightly as she replayed the same section over and over, tweaking little details. The soft glow of the desk lamp nearby cast warm light across her face, highlighting the curve of her jaw and the little pout of concentration on her lips.

You watched her for a moment, the sight of her so immersed in her art pulling at something deep inside you. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly she managed to look this good. And now you wanted to tease her back.

Quietly, you got up and moved toward her. She didn’t notice at first, her mind still wrapped up in the music. Placing your hands gently on her shoulders, you leaned down, close enough for your breath to tickle her ear.

She flinched slightly, pulling off one side of her headphones and glancing up at you with a crooked smile. “What’re you up to, babe?”

Instead of answering, you leaned in closer, pressing your lips softly to the side of her neck.

Billie froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat. Then she let out a low laugh, her voice huskier than usual. “Oh, you’re gonna play it like that?”

You didn’t stop, letting your lips trail lower, planting soft, lingering kisses against her skin. She tilted her head slightly, giving you more space to work.

“Y/n,” she breathed, her tone a mix of teasing and surrender. “You know I’m supposed to be working, right?”

“You’ve been working all day,” you murmured against her neck, your voice low, “I think you’ve earned a break.”

Her laugh was breathy this time, her hands reaching up to rest lightly on yours as they gripped her shoulders. “You’re trouble,” she whispered, though there was no real heat in her words.

You smiled against her skin. “And you love it.”

Billie turned her head slightly, just enough to catch your gaze, her eyes dark with something unspoken. “Yeah, I do,” she said softly, her lips quirking into a small, wicked smirk.

Billie’s smirk faltered as your lips trailed back down her neck, slower this time, teasing. Her breathing grew heavier, and the way she gripped your waist made it clear she wasn’t as unaffected as she tried to seem. You let your hands slide from her shoulders to her sides, your fingers tracing small, deliberate circles over the soft fabric of her shirt.

She let out a shaky breath, her head falling back slightly against the chair. “Y/n,” she murmured, your name coming out in a low, drawn-out moan.

You grinned against her skin, letting your teeth graze her neck before biting down gently, enough to make her gasp. Her hips shifted slightly, and her hands moved up your sides, her touch warm and firm.

“Babe, fuck” she said, her voice breathy and filled with a mixture of amusement and frustration. “You’re killing me right now.”

You chuckled softly, your lips brushing against the spot just below her ear, knowing it would drive her crazy. “I thought you liked distractions,” you teased, your voice low and smooth.

Billie’s breath hitched as you nibbled lightly at her neck again, your hands squeezing her sides just enough to make her shiver. Her fingers curled into your shirt, gripping you like she needed something to hold onto.

“God, you’re such a tease,” she whispered, her tone laced with both annoyance and desire. Her head tilted to the side, giving you even more access as a soft, barely audible moan slipped from her lips.

That sound sent a rush of warmth through you, and you couldn’t resist letting your hands explore further, sliding under the hem of her shirt to feel the smooth skin of her waist. Her breath hitched again, and this time, she didn’t even try to hold back the soft moan that followed.

Her hands found your wrists, not to stop you but to slow you down, as if she needed a moment to catch her breath. “You’re really not gonna let me finish this song, are you?” she said, her voice cracking slightly from the way her breathing had quickened.

You leaned back just enough to look at her, your lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “Do you want me to stop?” you asked, your tone playful but daring, like you already knew the answer.

Billie’s eyes met yours, dark and filled with something that made your heart race. Her lips parted as she shook her head slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Not even a little bit.”

Her words spurred you on, and you leaned back in, pressing kisses along her jawline this time, letting your hands trace up and down her sides in slow, torturous movements. Her moans became more frequent, quieter at first but growing louder as you found all the little spots that made her squirm.

The tension in the room was electric, every touch, every sound pulling you both deeper into the moment. Billie’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted her head back further, practically inviting you to keep going.

“You’re unreal,” she murmured, her voice rough and full of emotion. “How do you do this to me every time?”

You couldn’t help but grin against her skin, your lips trailing back to the curve of her neck. “Just lucky, I guess.”

[venusbody19]

[shakespearian-love]

Neck kisses with you ❦

[theeroticlover]

[harmeu]

Falling Tears

(BSD MEN REACT TO THEIR SPOUSE CRYING)

(GN!Reader)

Dazai Osamu:

We all know Dazai is one to shrug off people's problems as if it were a measly little thing that was nothing to fuss over. The casual “You’ll be fine~!” But we all also know that Dazai cares for you. He loves you. If you were to sob in front of him it’d send him into an overdrive of broken worry.

You were tired. Sick and tired. It felt as if everyone was shrugging you off of your problems and you ran to the agency bathroom because your throat closed up and felt water appearing in your eyes. 

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

You knew those footsteps. It was your boyfriend. Dazai. You immediately began trying to wipe the tears, imagining that if Dazai were to see he’d try to stifle his laughter because of all those times he waved off your problems and vents. Sadly the tears couldn’t stop and now you were a flushed mess looking down to avoid his gaze. It was piercing.

“Darling what's this? Why’re you trying to hide your pretty face from meee~?” He cooed tilting your head up, having a playful smile but it broke as he noticed your tears. 

“Oh..what happened.?” 

“No one listens or takes me seriously. Not even you! I’m tired. Go away.” You try to shrug him off but he grasps your hands pulling you onto his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He frowned, his face softening. “I’m the asshole for ignoring. I should've known.” Worry was evident on his handsome face and you flushed at his words. You really needed to hear that. As Dazai apologized he peppered your face with kisses.

“Next time slap me if I brush off your problems. I might like it if you slap me though.” He winked which you scoffed at, holding back a chuckle.

Chuuya Nakahara:

Chuuya, despite being someone who definitely needs anger management classes will get immensely suspicious if you were to get the tiniest bit of a frown on your face. “Are you alright?” He’d constantly ask and once you break down his heart shatters.

You collapsed onto your bed spasming a bit from trying to hold back your tears. You knew you could tell Chuuya your love about your problems. Though there was a thing inside of you that said that he would be forcing himself to comfort you so you kept your mouth shut silently sobbing into a pillow curled up.

You flinched as the door knob cranked open revealing your boyfriend with wide eyes as he saw you so disheveled.

“What's wrong doll?” He murmured going to you and sitting beside you on the bed taking his gloved fingers to stroke your back delicately.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t wanna bother.” You mumble back looking back down at the pillow you sobbed into.

“Tell me who did it.” Chuuyas glare becomes more pronounced as seconds pass and you almost chuckle at his overprotectiveness.

“I’m just tired.” You say averting your gaze.

“I can be your stress relief.” He stared and flushed at his own words, scowling. “Not like that! Like..my arms are free for you.”

You laughed and dug yourself deep into his chest nuzzling as Chuuya put his chin on your head, kissing it gently.

Ranpo Edogawa:

This piece of shit of an egotistical man will KNOW your sad but won’t do anything about it. He’ll brush it off like Dazai in a more childish way. “I have better things to do!” He’d say casually sucking on his lollipop. But those once closed eyes would widen at the sight of your tears coming on display.

Everything and everyone was so mean. Why can’t they just understand you're tired?! You’ve tried. So. Many. Times. To talk to your boyfriend about your problems but he’d change the topic with what he was busy with.

Thinking no one was here you buried yourself into your desk of the agency, silent tears slipping out your eyes as you took a shaky breath, hands trembling beneath the desk. You sniffled but then heard a drop of some kind of food. Ice cream. Splat on the ground as you lift your head to see your boyfriend staring at you wide eyed, his glasses barely holding on.

“What?” You say annoyed wiping your tears so you don’t embarrass yourself further.

“You're crying.” He said as if it weren't the most obvious thing in the world.

“No shit.” You rubbed your eyes frantically realizing the tears wouldn’t stop which turned into a sniffle fest and you averted your body from him in a fluster.

Footsteps came closer and you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind and a face nuzzle into your neck.

“Did I do it.?” Ranpo mumbled a childish tone evident in his voice.

“Your part of it.” You said between tears and then your boyfriend kissed the back of your neck sending shivers down you. You try to glare but he uses the puppy dog look to manipulate you. Damn it.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled averting his gaze.

You didn’t fully accept his apology but you did accept the kisses he kept giving you during this encounter making you flush.

(FIRST POST IN LIKE MONTHSOMG anyway)

[heretherebedork]

The back of the neck kisses that wrecked them both.

[120daysofsodomm]