#OKAY sure he’s hot thirst after him then I don’t care

[scrivler]

I’m tired of seeing one of few canonically aroace characters in media be unyieldingly sexualized and shipped by the fans

“Aro/ace people can still be in relationships/have sex though!!”

Okay cool. Not what I was talking about.

[yeahspider]

diet pepsi ❄️

Spider’s note - so yeah i’m drunk again sue me . i really need me a bang chan i fear . sparsely proofead (im sorry don’t kill me) but im committed to posting more this year . (my third post in a month i think everyone clap) but yeah this is nsfw for sure so mdni. n e ways enjoy as always and take care of yourselves my bees !! <3

“Baby cmon you have to get up.” said your boyfriend Chan.

“no im so sleepy lemme stay here”. You said from above him.

You two had just finished having sex. You know the routine that follows. And normally you're quick to follow it. But after this last round, all you want to do is fall asleep.

“you can sleep after we get you cleaned up.” attempting to slip his softening dick from inside you, hissing when you wouldn’t release him. Squeezing your arm in warning.

Aftercare is important. And you both know it. Chan has had a strict after-sex routine since you both started sleeping together.

water

toilet

shower

cuddling

in that order. But you were being stubborn today. And that was concerning him. Normally you willingly comply with his demands. He only wanted to best for you. Your health and happiness are his top priority always.

With a finger under your chin, you let him gently push your head back. Beckoning you to open up. Gratefully swallowing the water he poured down your throat. Quenching a thirst you didn’t know you had.

You felt him lift you both into a sitting position. Wrapping your legs around his bare waist to keep him as close as possible. You wanted to be inside his skin. He was always so warm and strong and steadfast. And with your head spinning all you wanted was for him to be your anchor.

Closing your eyes you started to dose off. Head in the crook of his neck. Inhaling in his intoxicating scent. He smelt like sex and you. Chan kisses your shoulder and stands the both of you up. Carrying you into the bathroom. Enjoying how he makes you feel like a feather around him.

Setting you in the sink. He grips your chin so you're looking straight at him.

Let’s brush those teeth yeah? open up .”

You do as you are told earning you a “good girl” and a smile from the man in front of you. You watch his face as he prepares your toothbrush for you. Allowing him to brush and manipulate you as he sees fit.

Chris liked to treat you like a doll sometimes. You didn’t mind that much. Especially at times like this when making decisions for yourself seemed hard . he watched as you spit in a cup and smiled when you showed him your pearly whites.

Watching his defined back as he walked to cut the shower on you couldn’t help but feel hot again. It’s like this man could do anything and it’ll get you started.

Like he could read your thoughts he turned around and shook his head. Sticking his pointer finger in the water to make sure it’s a suitable temperature for you both he helps you off the sink and and into the shower.

The second the warm water hits your back you let out a moan as your muscles relax. You could beat him and laugh distantly at your antics but all you could focus on was your body unwinding. Chan lathered your body with soap, massaging gently as he went. When you attempted to wash him back he shooed you. Always wanting to be the one taking care of someone. You’ve told him it’s okay to be taken care of but he’s stubborn . and you don’t feel like ruining the moment by reminding him so you let him get away with it. Willing to revisit that later.

Stepping out of the shower he dries you off with a towel. Gently pressing against your body to not irritate your skin. Throwing one of his shirts over your head for your comfort. As he turned to leave the bathroom you grabbed his hand to stop him. Gently tracing the words “thank you” across his back. Sometimes you had trouble expressing your feelings but Chan always understood. Squeezing your hand in a silent you’re welcome.

“C'mon, now we can sleep.” pulling you along with him. falling into a pile of limbs on the mattress.

[fawnsflowerbed]

UMMMM NSFW MDNI OBVI!!! PRETTY PLEASE!! RAMBLING ABOUT A POST I FOUND ON X!!!!

ugh… it is EXACTLY how I picture Damnation - RE6 - Vendetta - Death Island Leon would be with you after a long trip. Like he gets back from an awful mission.

OKAY THIS IS STRAIGHT UP A TWITTER CLIP SO TAKE CAUTION BUT!!!! THINK OF IT!!!!

Man’s been lusting, starving, thirsting for his baby. You’ve been all he can think of. Every second, every minute and every hour has been spent wishing he was back between your thighs with your hips grinding against his face. He missed you so damn much. He can’t help but be slow and greedy about it, sure some of the pleasure’s for you but it’s mostly for him. Don’t get him wrong, Leon loves you. He’d give you all the stars in the sky if only he had enough spare time to count them, pluck them from the air with rough fingertips. But a man’s gotta eat after being away from his favourite meal for too long.

I think it’s especially older him cause of the pacing. This isn’t some pussy drunk rookie sucking on anything he could get his pouty mouth around, no this was deeper. This was stubble and sweat, whiskey lingering on his lips as he licks over them. This was calloused hands without callous soul looking for the one thing that could bring him solace. Pussy. Yours, specifically. Aren’t you lucky?

Your hands raking through the dark strands of his hair are what really get him though, he’s not even showered yet. He’s fucked up, bruised and battered, fresh scars littering the Band-Aid battlefield you’d newly set up on his bicep after the last time he got nicked. But he just couldn’t care less. As soon as he got through the door he was dropping his bags, placing a gentle hand around the smooth span of your throat and kissing you. The briefest signal of dominance, of love and affection and trust. Just holding your neck as he carefully drags you backwards into the bedroom, and that was enough for you to know. No words had to be spoken, not yet. And the only ones that dared leave either of your lips? Nothing but whispered comments of bliss. “Fuck, forgot how fast you fall apart on my tongue..”

Your head’s still spinning by the time he’s got your underwear tugged down and your legs tossed over his shoulders. Whimpered breaths shuddering from your lungs in timid gasps, with weak hands keeping him so strong through it all. Leon can feel the way you somehow manage to get wetter at the sight of his return. It’s flattering, really. Then again, so is the way your cunt twitches at even the idea of his cock. It has him chuckling at how impatient you get, even your body’s gotten pouty for dick. “Be patient with me baby, m’ not as young as I used to be.”

You didn’t have any time to ask him about work, or what hurt him this time. That was for another occasion, for long hot baths and replacing old bandages, forehead kisses and making dinner. That was to interrupt your domesticity later, to break the normality of a different scenario.

But here? Here he gets to forget he’s some stupid fucking agent. He gets to forget he’s anyone, all he knows is he’s yours. He’s back home, back with his darlin’, and back with said darlin’s perfect cunt spread wide on his tongue for him to lave on for the next few hours. What more could a man want?

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: As you watched Tamaki's tentacles form against the spines of his fingers, you couldn't help the heat that rushed between your legs... you needed him now; it didn't matter that you two were still on a mission.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!tamaki, tentacle play, use of tamaki's quirk (takoyaki), tentacle 'fingering', breast play, suctions, orgasm (reader), tamaki's a skittish lover, he's horny for you but makes sure he takes care of you.

a/n: so you might've awakened a new kink in me cuz i was elated to write this (idk if its my kink in writing quirks just taking over or if i now like tentacles, we'll never know but this was hot to write) wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“This okay, Y/N?” A blush had spread across Tamaki’s face, the lavender visor he wore nearly fogging up from the heat from his cheeks as he looked away from you.

Of course Tamaki was timid… and flushed with lust. The both of you were in an abandoned alleyway, away from the hero scene doing God knows what. As one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, you shivered under the wet slick of them. “Yeah, Ama– we should hurry.” 

You felt your hero uniform nudge to the side and a lengthy coil fell between your legs, creeping up the side of your leg towards your throbbing cunt. His eyes zeroed in on yours for a second as he mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to freak out. You glanced down at his body, to his nimble hand which had sprouted five reddish tentacles from his earlier takoyaki snack. When you watched them transform, you knew you had to seduce him– hoping to get your boyfriend alone.

You said with innocence, “Betcha those tentacles don’t get used often, mind if I see ‘em?”

And here you were, after running your fingers against the suction cups and some sultry words slipping from your mouth– watching Tamaki tremble underneath said fingers as they rubbed against the seam of his tunic, right underneath his plum-colored bags. The white bulge was extremely prominent and you smirked. 

Tamaki had you under a spell, all five of his tentacles clinging onto you– one around your waist, one laying still around your neck, another suctioned to the fabric that covered your chest, and two teasing at your clit. As the two tentacles rubbed against your clit now, pushing beside each other, a whimper fell from your lips. “C’mon, Ama, put one of ‘em in.” 

“O-Okay…” You felt him shudder against you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as you palmed him and one of his tentacles pressed into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his normal free hand flying to your mouth to try to shush you. “Quiet down please, Fatgum could come looking for us.” 

“Mm, or worse…” As you said that, his tentacle thrusted into you further and you squeezed your eyes shut at the rousing feeling. His suctions pressed against your walls, fucking in and out and you couldn’t help the incoming whines that came from you. “T-Tamaki…”

“Yeah, you doing okay?” He eased out, his other tentacle that housed it way down there playing with your clit. Its tip suctioned into the swell of it, smoothing circles into it as a wet pop–! sounded from your cunt. You were nearing your orgasm way faster than you ever anticipated, his obedience was on par– absolutely exceptional.

“Yeah, make me cum– so close…” 

You were too preoccupied by the heavenly motions against your clit– inside your cunt, you didn’t feel that the one across your chest had slithered its way into your bodysuit. Oh, Tamaki was bold today… tweaking your nipple hard in the latex and humming softly to himself as you clenched around the tentacle inside you. It kissed at your nipple, toying with it as you tried your best to suppress your moans against his palm. 

As you fell apart Tamaki pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, coaxing you through your release with his normal hand soothing over your waist. He pulled his tentacle out, inspecting it slightly and you almost wanted to watch him suck your juices off of it– but he sadly didn’t. 

“I’m buying you takoyaki every week– no, everyday.” You breathed out, both of your hands sliding underneath his tunic and against the tent of his bodysuit. Tamaki squeaked out a tiny noise, pressing closer to you with a skittish expression as he looked down the alleyway. “That’s a promise.”

[cherryrogers]

i just think that leon could be railing tf you, like rearranging your guts and making you cry……... all while holding your hand and stroking your hair n stuff :(( yeah

A hot tear rolls down your cheek. You’ve never had him like this before. This hard. This rough. Leon has always been careful with you, but tonight, you asked him not to be. Looked up at him through your lashes and asked him to ruin you, as you’d put it.

And well, you’re getting what you asked for.

“You okay, pretty?” He says, gripping your hips hard as he pushes into you, hips landing flush against your ass. It’s a rhetorical question; he knows you’re enjoying this. He only made you repeat the safe word close to a dozen times before pinning you onto the bed and having his way with you. “This what you wanted?”

Your hands clutch onto the bedsheets for life, head impossibly hazy from how Leon has utterly abused your cunt for the past thirty minutes. Swiping over your clit with his thumb and pulling away when your thighs start to shake. Rutting into you hard and fast, but never keeping up the pace enough for you to climax.

It’s pain and it’s torture, but fuck it feels good.

He wraps a hand around one of your thighs, pushing it over his shoulder, eliciting a broken whine from you. He’s buried deeper inside you now, somehow. Stuffed like you’ve never known.

“N-Need to cum, Leon,” You look up at him, glossy eyed and pouting. “Please.”

“You’ll get to cum,” He grunts simply, lifting a hand to push some hair away from your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your temple. “You’re— fuck. You’re gorgeous like this.”

Truthfully, Leon wasn’t totally convinced by the idea. Fucking you until you cried, until you begged. But you’re clenching tightly around him, making the most wonderful sounds… you’re ruined. Ruined beautifully by the pleasure only he can grant you.

His free hand moves so he’s thumbing at your clit again, and you cry out at the pleasure shooting through your core. One of your hands moves from the sheets to clutch at his shoulder, but Leon is quick to envelop it in his own, lacing his fingers with yours and pushing your hand back against the pillow. You’re sure you’re squeezing it uncomfortably tight, but if you are, Leon doesn’t mention it.

And fuck, you’re crying again. You’re overwhelmed and overstimulated but somehow none of it is enough, your orgasm impending yet too far away with the game Leon seems to be playing.

This is what you wanted, after all. And well, you’re not complaining.

Upon seeing your cheeks wet and your eyes wide and blinking away tears, Leon leans down, never slowing his torturous ruts into your cunt as he presses his lips to the salty liquid on your skin.

“You’re taking this— mm, so well…” He utters against your cheek, hissing as you tighten around him. “So pretty getting fucked like this.”

His lips are soft and comforting, along with the hand that’s squeezing yours in reassurance.

When your eyes meet his, they’re heavy and dark. Plagued with desire and a thirst for your pleasure.

You don’t think this is the last time you’ll have Leon like this. It’s a thrilling thought.

[dashielldeveron]

i want to thirst for other characters but soulmate troupe!neitos on the brain yet again. whew. don’t you think that ‘first time’ with neito would go fucking crazy?? let me explain.

i can see it going two very different ways.

1. is that it’s the result of a normal date together and it’s so so vulnerable, because it’s the first sexual experience neito has with you that he doesn’t have the sexy bully persona to fall back on. it’s just himself. still teasing but in a way that’s incredibly soft. most crazy vanilla sex ever, because vanilla interactions aren’t the norm for these two which makes it even more crazy??, probably cries , takes incredible care of you after..mm..he’s an extravagant guy probably has fruits and water for aftercare on standby. most relaxing bath ever (if you get up out of bed in the first place). meowww 🐈

2. is that it’s the result of an intense bully session (gone wrong gone sexual?!). the way he’s talking down to you right now is hitting so so good (honestly pushing your mental into like a miniature sub space??). so instead of bantering back with him when he calls you pathetic reader just lets out a whiny ‘yess’. and like begs him to fuck her LMAOOOO. and for neito it switches on a part in his brain that he didn’t even know he had. like. he lives for your attitude and your wit, they’re so so sexy to him. but seeing you reach a place that only he can bring you?? oh he’s dragging you to the nearest supply closet and fucking against the wall for sure. still takes incredible care of you after and is incredibly apologetic.. like sorry babe my demons took over.

any way neito daily brain rot delivered. who knows when the next soulmate troupe guy infects me and release me from neito jail. hope you like it lmao.

-📌

i'm normal i'm normal i'm normal i'm normal

i'm. normal

okay lol we all know monoma is Mr. Committed to the Bit, but like..,,..,,i feel like he's got a Plan for the first time, and maybe it doesn't go accordding to plan perfectly, and he gets too nervous that you're not gonna like it bc what if.....what if you only like him for the persona he's crafted??? what if he slips up because something he didn't anticipate happens??? and you have to be like. neito you're crazy. and i love crazy. it's okay if we don't have a script all the time. in fact, it's great if it's you, neito, without pretending to be anything you're not. and then he starts fucking crying while he's like, inside you, and it turns v v v soft and more romantic than he could've planned..........baby boy. they should feed each other slices of fruit afterwards

second scenario: first, it's superrrrrr hot; i want to think about it for the rest of my life. i can't also help but think that this could be spoiling his Elaborately Planned Tender First Time, so, while both of you are super turned on and, like, dry humping, he's also frantically searching for a way to get to a bed, at least, because he wants some shred of classic romance to go with this. i can easily picture neito, angry, frustrated, and with a boner, as he guides a thoroughly unhelpful reader to a comfortable/safe location. i think he's very determined to do this "right" and is battling every horny thought in his head from caving in and taking you there. if he does cave, you're so right that he'd be just as soft/caring afterwards as if it'd been planned/in private.

i will be thinking about this Forever. the concept's too sexy!!!! ughhhhh you're SO big-brained xx.

[fangedmagick]

Rip him off! He doesn’t need any more! Stop! He will kill you! 

The voice of the beast roared inside the vampire’s head. The growl escaping only made him purr in bliss. Aurelius moaned  as he lay under Eddie, body pressing him into the couch, pinning him down.

The release of fangs gave him barely a second to get his senses back, “Edd-” He whispered, almost begging the other to stop or to take all of him.. he couldn’t know given Eddie’s fangs found his shoulder and resumed the dark kiss that made him melt all over again, “Eddie...” he moans out the fellow vampire’s name.

Aurelius reasoned that being drank dry, blood and soul would not be so bad. In his drunken haze, he reasoned that if Eddie wanted to kill him than he could. A scary feeling at how calm he was, if not aroused by the deadly idea further. He just didn’t want this to stop. It felt so good.

And he was both relieved and disappointed that Eddie ripped himself away, leaving the vampiric witch laying on the couch, staring at him with lust, but must paler than before. His hand had gotten pulled from the pants when Eddie jerked back, but the obvious tent was there. 

Eddie biting himself made Aurelius have to force himself to close his eyes and not breathe out of fear that he would attack Eddie with thirst and a need to take all his blood and Eddie’s back. 

“Keep me pinned, I don’t want to hurt you.” He warned. A starved vampire was insane and he didn’t know what he’d do if he looked at that delicious blood. The monster inside was already so loud, telling him how he could give his blood so willingly. As if it was a sacred oath he broke. Followed by the order to tear Eddie’s heart out and drink out of it. The image behind his eyelids disturbed him.

He couldn’t move as fast and just lay there, so close to going into sleep and not waking until he’s fed again. Eyes open with starved hunger. “I-... It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced.” He answered honestly, voice whispered and weaker. “... I need to hunt.” He had to find someone, and right now, he was not exactly caring who is innocent or a criminal at this point. He even stared at Eddie like a predator that cornered a rabbit until he forced himself to look away.

So close, you can cut his throat, take back what’s yours

The voice made him feel sick. “Eddie, fuck.. it felt so good. I... I will be okay.” The doe eyes made his un-beating heart ache. Why did he have to be so hot but so cute? His own dark blood still on Eddie’s face seemed to really arouse him further. “Fuck, gotta hunt with a hard on-” he joked some. “I would clean you up, but everything inside of me is telling me to drink from you and.. yeah I’d rather not risk it... it felt so good” He repeated. And he was sure he sounded drunk and high.

Very pale, starving. Aurie needed to hunt, needed to kill. “I am sorry, Eddie. I’m okay.. I’m okay.” He probably looked worse than okay. “I.. this may sound awkward given we’re both erm.. hard as a rock,” if he could blush he would. 

“You have to bring someone back.. or I may go and probably have a repeat of killing camping people. You have sanity and well, bring someone you hate or deserves it.. please Eddie, or I will go after the nearest person.” The implications were obvious. Eddie was stronger than him, but Aurie didn’t want to hurt him in his need to feed. “Or point the way.” This was both the worst and best idea he had, but yes, he should’ve made sure they both had something prior.

"Okay, just one bite out of me. I am curious to see what may happen." Dangerous? Probably. But he also wanted to see if his new, much more darker vampire blood would have more affect as well. -fangedmagick.

He is hesitant. The idea did linger in his head out of pure curiosity. But.. What if it turned into something negative? The vampire frowns and his brows pinch together. “..Mmm..o-okay fine, but just a taste man..” Eddie is hesitant, moving closer to gently twirl a lock of black hair, pushing it away to expose the others neck. Red eyes meet with matching red and Eddie looks unsure again. “..Yeah sure you’re okay with this..?” His voice was low.

@fangedmagick

[saetoru]

omg bc you asked for loid thirsts the other day i binged the series (i’ve been meaning to for months now, that just kicked my ass into gear lmao)

but loid feels like the kinda person who’s so used to taking care of everybody else that the moment somebody starts taking care of him he just ~melts~ 😮‍💨 give him a handjob or blowjob, and don’t ask for anything in return, just doin’ it ‘cause ya genuinely love him and want him to relax? mans is getting a ring not even a day later

#𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — 𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑.

tags: nsfw, gn! reader, hand jobs

notes: sobs i am so mentally ill over him THANK YOU FOR SPARING SOME THOUGHTS

loid can’t remember the last time he’s had time to just sit. nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one to find. but he’s here right now, slumped across the couch, you seated on his lap, and he thinks maybe he should find more time for this—because this, you, this is a real shame to miss out on.

it’s almost muscle memory for him. it’s almost instinctive to reach for your waistband and sink his fingers past your folds—but then you shove his hand away. he furrows his brows, wants to say something, and he even opens his mouth to voice his thoughts, but then you palm him through his pants, and all that manages to escape his mouth is a choked groan.

“just relax,” you murmur, pressing a small kiss to his cheek, and he breathes heavier as your hands travel past his waistband to wrap around his stiff length, exposing it to the cool air as he hisses. “you just sit there and look pretty,” you hum.

he almost blushes—though you notice that the tips of his ears are just the slightest bit pink.

“what about you—”

“some other time,” you cut him off, “jus’ wanna take care of you.”

he frowns. loid forger doesn’t get looked after, it’s just not something that happens. ever. he’s used to being the one that does the looking after, the one that makes sure everyone’s okay before himself—and it’s meant to stay that way. but his cock is pulsing in your hand, hot and heavy and aching to cum, and he almost contemplates if he should really be putting up a fight.

it’s second nature to protest though. “but i always—”

“c’mon,” you groan, “just let me.” and you’re pouting.

you’re pouting like the prospect of him not relaxing, of him not melting under your touch as you care for him is making you upset. it’s foreign being handled so gently, like he’s fragile and dainty and vulnerable (which he’s not—ever), but he’ll admit it’s not exactly awful.

he must look a little skeptical still because suddenly, without warning, your thumb smears the pre cum leaking from his slit around his tip before gently stroking him a few times. his eyes flutter shut, and a low, quiet groan falls from his lips.

“see? it’s not so bad relaxing, huh?” you whisper against the shell of his ear, still dragging your palm up and down his hardened length, squeezing slightly at the tip each time. “you get to feel good. isn’t that nice? just let me help you relax.”

“fuck,” he grunts, and his hips do a little twitch that has him thrusting into your fist just a little, chasing the friction before he can stop himself. he wonders if it could be that bad to just listen to you this once. “okay,” he mumbles, eyes squeezing shut, “yeah, okay,” he finally caves.

you murmur a happy little “yay,” and he’s less than willing to admit he almost imagines you with a wedding band around your finger. he quickly tries to fight the scene in his head of your ring adorned hand wrapping around his cock before he cums too fast.

but then you squeeze around him a little tighter, your free hand moving to cup his balls and making his head fall back against the couch, and he’s not sure if he can hold himself out for too long in the first place. he moans, eyes squeezing shut as his lips tug between his lips, and your thumb glides through his slit. for the first time, he seems to be caught off guard—if the slight hitch in his throat is of any indication.

“i love you,” you say gently, littering soft kisses along his jaw, hand still gliding up and down his cock. “always taking care of me—you deserve the same too, yeah?”

everything feels hot, your skin on his and your breath fanning against his ear as you praise him. he feels pleasure burn through his nerves, chest heaving up and down as he approaches his orgasm slowly. loid can’t help but let out a soft gasp when you increase your pace, louder groans spilling from his lips—and his lips are pretty, so you lean in and press a soft peck to them, once, twice, then a third time before he desperately kisses you back.

it’s a messy kiss, a light clash of teeth and labored breaths as he pants against your mouth, letting out sweet little moans that you drink in as his fucks into your fist. he’s flushed, skin a dust of blush over his face and peeking through what little you can see of his chest from his shirt. his cock twitches in your hand, tip swollen and red, leaking pre cum and glistening in your hand as you stroke him.

“fuck, like that. feels so good,” he rasps, “g-gonna…gonna cum.”

“c’mon, baby,” you encourage, “just let go.”

a few more strokes of your hand as the other lightly fondles with his balls, and you feel him twitch in your hold once more. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say the noise he makes is a strangled whine as he spills into your hand, his own hands gripping your hips tightly for stability as he bucks up desperately into your fist and rides out his high. he groans your name lowly, voice cracking in the middle before finding your lips again as thick ropes of cum paint your hand white.

“god, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, and with a few more spurts of cum, he finishes, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he pants, trying to catch his breath. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“just wanna show you i love you,” you huff, face softening as he slowly wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you a little closer. “you should let me take care of you more often.”

his heart does a little jump, and something unfamiliar bubbles up in him as loid takes in your words. and he’s not entirely sure what to say, so for now, he settles for sighing with content into your skin as your clean hand threads through his sweaty locks gently.

guys he’s so hot i’m gonna throw up

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Ecstasy [01]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the guest room at the Sakamaki castle

*Knock knock* 

*Creaaak* 

Yui: Ruki-kun...I’m coming in?

Ruki: What do you need?

Yui: Are you thirsty, perhaps? I set some hot tea. Why don’t we have some together? 

Ruki: ...Come on in. 

ー Yui enters the room

Ruki: Hm? This fragrance...What is it?

Yui: It’s a herbal tea. I heard that it has a soothing effect, so I decided to give it a shot.

Ruki: ...Is that your way of implicitly ordering me that I should ease up more? 

Yui: Eh? Ordering is a strong wordーー

Ruki: You must be feeling oh-so bad for me because I’m constantly fretting over things...Don’t you?

Yui: That’s notーー

*Thud* 

*Shatter* 

Yui: Kyah!?

Ruki: That attitude of yours...I don’t like it one bit. I don’t need this stuff. Now get out of my room at once. 

Yui: ( The cup broke...I can’t leave like this. )

...I’ll clean up at once, okay?

Ruki: Just leave it be. I’ll ask one of the Familiars to take care of it later.

Yui: ...

( Still, I can’t ignore it. I’ll carefully pick up the shards so I don’t cut my hand... )

*Rustle* 

Ruki: If you don’t understand what the words ‘leave it’ mean, then I suppose I’ll have to seal your movements instead. 

ー Ruki steps closer

*Rustle* 

Yui: Eh? ...Ah!

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Do you understand now? ...You’ll only end up with bruises if you try to move, so keep still. 

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( ...He’s got a tight grip on my arms, it hurts...! )

Ruki: Fufu...Too late to have regrets now, you know? 

Selection

→ I don’t regret anything... (M)

Yui: I don’t regret anything...

Ruki: Then surrender yourself to me. I won’t listen if you come crying to me later. 

Yui: ...

Ruki: Your reply?

Yui: ...Yeah, sure.

Ruki: Are you trying to butter up to me like that? ...Good grief, you make me gag.

→ Please let me go (S)

Yui: It hurts...Please, let me go...

( My arms will go numb at this rate. I have to do something before that happens... )

Ruki: And what makes you think I’d listen? If you don’t like it, keep your mouth shut and glare at me all you want.

Yui: No way...

( I want him to let me go, but it doesn’t seem like that’ll work. ...Besides, I can’t bring myself to glare at him. )

Ruki: Pfft. ...If you find this situation hard to believe, go ahead and keep looking away like that.

Ruki: Well then...I suppose I’ll quench my thirst with you instead of the herbal tea.

Yui: Ehーー?

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Give me your blood ーー Nn...

ー Ruki bites her

Yui: Ow...!

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: Of course it does. I’m making it hurt on purpose after all. 

Your blood...makes me feel lightheadedーー

Yui: No...

Ruki: More...I need more. Give it to me...Make me feel satisfied with your bloodーー

Yui: ( What has gotten into Ruki-kun...? Why...Why would he do this...? )

Save meーー

Ruki: ーー! What am I...?

Yui: ...Haah...

( It’s over...? )

ー Ruki lets her go and steps back

*Rustle*

Ruki: ...

Yui: Are you alright...?

Ruki: Cut it out. ...Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?

Yui: But...

( His face is sheer white...I can’t turn a blind eye to that. )

Ruki: ...I’m even worse than a monster.

Yui: Eh...?

Ruki: I can’t believe I’d let my own emotions get the best of me and harm the one I love by sucking her blood. ...What on earth has gotten into me...!? 

Right...If I allow myself to show my emotions, I might repeat the same mistake again...

That’s why I always hold back from doing so. ...Or at least, that was my intention...!

Yui: ( He seems to be suffering a lot...I better show that I’m here for him. )

ー Yui approaches

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Yui...?

Yui: I’ll be with you, whenever you want me to be.

Ruki: ...

Yui: ( So please, don’t suffer all on your own. )

( I want you to show me...the pain you feel inside... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[all-about-kyu]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ▸ You run an nsfw stan account where you openly thirst after Seonghwa. But he’s an idol he’ll never know what you’re tweeting about him.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ▸ smut, crack, smau

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ▸ R 18+

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ▸ Seonghwa x fem!reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ▸ very mature themes, crude humor, language, explicit smut, pet names

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ▸ fingering, dirty talk, hickies, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, aftercare

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ▸ 3.5k

You and Danbi have been wandering around Gangnam for a little bit now. It was nice, it wasn’t often that you got to hang out with her. She’s been ridiculously busy recently with her university assignments and her job. As much as you love hanging out with her you were far more focused on seeing if Seonghwa was around yet or not. Danbi had dragged you into a clothing shop she was dying to go to. She’s always had a very specific aesthetic she dresses in and that shop specifically caters exactly to her aesthetic. You kept checking your phone for any updates via text or twitter regarding whether or not Seonghwa was on his way or not, but nothing showed up at all. You sat on a couch outside the dressing room Danbi was in, you scrolled through your phone waiting for her to show you whatever she had chosen to try on this time.

“So what’s up with you and that boy on twitter?” she asks through the door.

“Hmm?” you respond, “Oh, Hwa? I’m not totally sure but we’re having fun.”

Yeah, it’s a bit of a lie but you couldn’t tell her that you’re basically dating Seonghwa. She’s your best friend but you can never be sure what would happen if you said you were sexting Seonghwa, the actual idol Seonghwa. You hear her make a dissatisfied noise on the other side of the door.

“This dress looked so good on the rack but it looks horrible on me.” you can practically hear her pouting.

A moment later she walks out of the stall in her own clothing and offhandedly comments that she won’t buy anything today. You started wandering around the area again and grabbed some street food during the walk. Suddenly Danbi started choking. You turn to her with wide eyes, quickly checking to see if she’s okay. The moment she catches her breath she starts stuttering and is not sure how to talk properly.

“Don’t look now but I think that Seonghwa is walking around behind you.” she finally blurts out.

“What?” you gasp and quickly turn around.

“I told you not to look!” she scolds, “You’ll collapse the moment he looks over here and you know it.”

5:39pm

Hey you look pretty hot over there with your skinny jeans and hoodie ;)

You hardly hear her though, you whip your phone out and text him. The minute your text goes through you see him take his phone out and smile at it. Danbi looks at you baffled that the minute you took your phone out he did too. You don’t care in the slightest that she might be getting suspicious of what’s happening. He’s right there and you can finally see him in person. When he finally sees you and smirks, you can feel the heat of a blush run across your face and neck.

“I-is he coming over here?” Danbi asks, slightly panicked over your shoulder.

You don’t respond, your eyes stay trained on Seonghwa who started walking to the pair of you. You break from your zoned in state though and realize your friend is probably very confused slightly behind you.

“Remember that Hongjoong stan account I interact with a lot?” you smirk, eyes staying on Seonghwa despite talking to Danbi, she hums in response, “You’ll never guess who the boy behind the account is.”

“There’s no fucking way.” she gasps, “You’re hooking up with Seonghwa?”

“Not yet, definitely soon though.” you comment.

Not much later Seonghwa finally makes it through the crowd to where you were standing. Danbi seems like she’ll collapse any moment from pure shock. You can hardly see his face with it covered by a mask and his hood pulled up most of the way. He’s still breathtaking though, his hair is still black and falling down in his face. In all the photos you’ve seen of him, nothing compares to having him stand right in front of you. But him standing here also puts into perspective just how tall he is compared to you.

“See I knew you’d dress pretty. It’s like I know you or something.” he teases as the first thing he has ever said to you in person. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, you open your mouth trying to find a smart remark in return, but your brain is completely blank. He chuckles slightly before speaking again. “Hi Danbi, I’m sure we’ve had a few interactions before. It’s nice to see that you’re not a stalker either.” he teases again, “Also, I hope you don’t mind, I sent Mingi your account, he’s um…” he thinks how to phrase his thought, “looking for someone. Let’s put it that way.”

“M-mine?” Danbi stutters.

Seonghwa nods and turns back to you, you shrink slightly under the gaze he was giving you. You aren’t sure how to react so you do what you’ve done the entire time you’ve talked to him (even before you knew it was him).

“If you keep staring at me much longer you might as well kiss me.” you sass.

He smirks at you, “Don’t worry, princess, I will.”

Heat floods your body when you hear his response. Danbi doesn’t know how to react to the situation. She starts giggling like she always does when she doesn’t know how to react. You hardly register her giggles though again and hold your eye contact with Seonghwa. You start feeling your blush grow hotter on your face, you can’t handle holding eye contact any longer. You finally turn back to face Danbi and she can already see in your face what you’re going to say.

“Go, have fun. It’s not every day you have the chance to sleep with your celebrity crush.” she winks at you, before you can even respond she wanders off with a comment that she wants to hear about it in the morning.

There you are, in the middle of a crowded square, Seonghwa still right in front of you. You had no idea how to act now. You had been so confident over text but now that you were in person suddenly you didn’t know how to speak. Though, you are aware that he is a public figure and the last thing you want is to get him in a scandal for being seen with you.

“Do,” you pause for a moment, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Straight to the point I see.” he teases again.

“Do you always have to tease me?” you whine, “You know what I meant.”

“Do you dare return to the dorm with me, or would you like to go back to yours?”

You look at him trying to see if you could find if he had a preference from just the little bit of his face that you could see. It’s clear that he really just wants to know your genuine preference, “Let’s go to mine, I don’t know if I can handle meeting everyone yet. I don’t need to know you guys personally to know everyone is loud and chaotic there.”

“Lead the way princess.” he smirks behind his mask.

The minute you get into your car you have the realization that you never really straightened up before going out. You hadn’t expected to bring someone home with you, let alone Seonghwa. You probably should’ve though, considering how you’ve been talking the past month or so. You try to warn him on the drive back that it wasn’t the tidiest in your home but he seemed to not care. It shocked you to hear him say that, considering how you’ve heard the others talk about his cleaning regiment around the dorm. The majority of the drive was rather quiet, Seonghwa couldn’t help himself of course and made a comment that made you blush ridiculously hot.

“You know, you look really pretty tonight,” he sighs when he sits in the passenger seat, “and seeing you drive while looking so pretty. Who knows what I’ll do when we get back to your place.”

You don’t respond to his comment, completely unsure how to react, he chuckles knowing exactly why he didn’t get an answer though. He ends up humming to the radio absentmindedly the rest of the drive. His hand did find its way over to your thigh and rested there for a while before he realized that you were starting to be affected by the touch. It luckily isn’t a long drive and you arrive at your apartment complex rather quickly. He keeps his hood up and mask on trying his best to conceal his identity until you were behind the safety of your apartment door. The minute you step foot into the small studio though he throws his mask off to the side. It lands on your arm chair but he doesn’t seem to care where it lands. His hood follows next and he runs his fingers through his hair. You unintentionally stare at him as he does so and you get caught in the action. He just smirks at you though and steps closer when he finishes playing with his hair. You stay rooted in your place feeling ridiculously little under his gaze. He brings one hand up to wrap around your waist and you gulp not expecting him to be so forward.

“You know, I meant what I said earlier.” he near-whispers.

“What thing you said earlier?” you ask quietly.

“You look absolutely beautiful. I’ve been dying to meet you in person for a while now, and now that I have you in front of me, I don’t think I’ll ever want to let you out of my sight again.”

Your hands move to rest against his chest, “Eventually you will have to look away though, you do have a career to worry about too.” you tease, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

“Hmm,” he hums in return, ready to continue the banter, “doesn’t stop me from imagining it when I can’t have the pleasure of looking at you.” his grip on your waist tightens slightly, his free hand coming up to push a piece of hair out of your face. “Do you know how much I’m holding back right now?”

“Don’t.” you breathe out, your eyes fixated on his lips, “Don’t hold back, we’ve done that long enough.”

He doesn’t say another word, the hand that had fixed your hair cupped your face, his lips were on yours a moment later. You make a slight noise due to being caught slightly off guard despite essentially telling him to kiss you. Your hands smooth over his hoodie and wrap around his neck, your fingers thread into his hair. You give an experimental tug at the locks and he sighs against your lips. You can feel him smile into the kiss and start nipping at your lower lip. You quickly give him access and feel his hand move from your face down to meet the other one around your waist. He tugs you closer to him as you stand there making out in the middle of your living room. Your hands wander down his sides and find their way under the hem of his hoodie and shirt. He jumps slightly and comments how cold your hands are against his skin. You can feel his member growing in his pants against your body. You barely make a comment when you pull away from the heated kiss. Dragging him back to your bedroom you both knew what was about to happen and you couldn’t be more excited.

“Baby,” he rasps, the way he calls you that name makes you melt slightly, “complete disclosure it’s been a while since I last was with someone. What’s on the table and what’s not.”

“Hwa, you said you’ve been looking at my twitter for a while. You know damn well anything’s on the table when it comes to you.”

“But for our first time?” he asks, lining kisses down your neck.

“Anything you want. Just please fuck me already.” you whine when he starts leaving marks behind.

Within moments you’re on your bed with him over you. His clothing is gone from his upper half and you’re completely bare. His fingers gently run through your folds, he purposely avoids your clit just to hear you whine more and maneuver yourself to get his touch where you want it. You’re practically dripping onto your sheets so desperate for more. Your brain can hardly comprehend that Seonghwa is the one touching you, it's so clouded with pleasure and want that you can barely form proper sentences already.

“You’re so wet princess, you really meant it when you said I could do anything and it would be okay.” he teases, “I’m hardly touching you and you’re dripping.”

You just whine again and finally he dips his fingers inside you. You let out a broken sound when he starts moving his fingers slowly inside you. His thumb finds your clit and you moan, you throw a hand over your mouth trying to mute yourself but he stops you. His other hand grabs your hand and weaves your fingers with his.

“Don’t you fucking dare hide those pretty noises. I’ve heard them in those pretty audio messages you’ve sent me, and I’ll be damned if I can’t hear them now.” he practically growls.

His fingers thrust into you faster and harder and his thumb moves in faster circles over your clit. You can feel your orgasm build in your lower belly like a fire. Moans fly free from your lips with no shame. You can’t even warn him when your orgasm finally washes over you. Your thighs convulse and you clench around his digits. You hardly recover from your orgasm when you notice that the man in front of you is now completely naked too. You let out a noise in appreciation and he chuckles lowly before moving to cage you below him. His lips find yours again and you immediately root your fingers in his hair again holding him there as you kiss.

“Princess,” he breathes between kisses, “do you want protection? I’m clean, I promise, it’s whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll do it myself.” you give an empty threat.

His kisses move down your neck again leaving marks and wet spots in his wake as he eases himself into you. You gasp when you feel him finally fill you combine with the wet kisses against your neck. He doesn’t move for a few moments just to be sure you’re okay, you tug at his hair again and hear him groan at the feeling. He starts moving slowly letting out a shaky breath at the feeling. It doesn’t take long for his pace to pick up and let his own noises out, creating a harmony of moans in the open air. You can feel another orgasm building slowly until it suddenly dissipates when he pulls out of you. He pulls his face away from your neck finally ending his assault on the area before giggling at your pout.

“I want to fuck you from behind, pretty.” he says in a rather sweet tone, “Could you get on your hands and knees for me?”

You scramble into the position he requests, your hair falling in your face as you do so. He thrusts back into you not even a moment later. His pace is hard and fast, completely unlike how it had been a mere few moments ago. One hand rests on your hip, steadying himself behind you. His other hand though, runs up your back and his fingers find their way into your hair this time and tug at the handful. You let out a high whimper at the feeling and he tugs harder.

“Aww, princess, you sound so cute like this.” he punctuates his comment with a hard thrust, “I can’t wait to try out so many things with you. Right now though,” he tugs you so your back was against his chest, “I bet you want me to fuck you full. You’d like that wouldn’t you, angel?”

You can hardly answer him, “Hwa, please, I want it so bad.”

“What did you just call me?” he practically growls.

“Fuck,” you moan when you feel his grip on your hair tighten again, “daddy, fuck, I want you to so bad.”

He chuckles right by your ear, making goosebumps rise on the skin where his breath hits. His thrusts somehow get more intense when he hears your response. He turns your head to face his and pulls you into a lust filled kiss. Between the atmosphere of the room and how he’s treating you, your second orgasm builds and tumbles over you. Your walls flutter around him and you moan into the kiss shamelessly. Your orgasm triggers his and he cums deep inside you with a particularly hard thrust.

He lays both of you back against the mattress in a comfortable position. He holds you close to him for a few moments praising you and telling you how good you did. He only separates from you when you let him know you’re okay. You tell him where your bathroom is and he returns a few moments later with a damp rag to help you clean up. The moment he makes sure you’re properly cleaned up and comfy again he climbs back into your bed and cuddles close to you. Conversation flows easily through your sleepy state and you eventually fall asleep using his chest as a pillow. As you feel yourself starting to drift though, you hear him gently tell you to get some sleep and that he would be right there when you wake up.

When you do finally wake up again you find him still in bed with you. Your head still pillowed on his bare chest, his arms still tightly wrapped around you even in his sleep. You lean your face up slightly and kiss the underside of his jaw. He groans slightly due to the disturbance of his sleep. When he peeks his eyes open finally he smiles though.

“Good morning, princess. I told you I’d be here when you woke up.” he giggles, his voice gravelly from sleep. It may be one of the hottest sounds you’ve ever heard (other than the sounds he was making last night).

“I never doubted you.” you smile back, cuddling impossibly closer to him.

Just when the moment feels comfortable his phone starts vibrating aggressively with an incoming call. He groans and rolls over to grab his phone from the end table closest to him. You see a bad picture of Hongjoong on the screen clearly telling you that he was trying to call the older man. Seonghwa sighs before answering the call.

“What Joong?” annoyance evident in his voice. You can hear Hongjoong slightly panicked on the other side of the phone but can’t really tell what he’s saying. Seonghwa tells him that he’s with you and safe.

“You need to get back to the dorm, like right now.” you clearly hear Hongjoong scold his friend through the phone.

“Okay, okay, let me get dressed and ready and I’ll be on my way.” he sighs, before hanging up, “Baby, are you able to drive me to the dorm? I don’t really want to deal with a taxi right now but if you can’t I can deal with it.”

“That completely depends on if I can walk or not.” you chuckle.

Luckily you’re able to walk, of course a slight limp that Seonghwa teased you about. You found an extra toothbrush in your bathroom closet and you both got ready for the drive over to his dorm. He gave you his hoodie to wear to hide all the hickies on your neck just in case paparazzis did manage to see you with him. You had no plans of getting out of the car when you dropped him off but if he needed you to, there was no question about going in with him. Even if you aren’t fully ready to meet the other members yet, you’d do anything for him.

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[discobrainrot]

jean/judit!

Ahhhhhhh yes! The rarest of ships for me - a hetero one that I don’t mind LMFAO (j/k mostly)

1. Jean knew Judit before either of them were in the RCM.

Okay, look, one of my favourite tropes is Childhood Friends Who Lost Contact With Each Other But Are Reunited Now And Uh Oh You Grew Up To Be Hot.

I love the idea of the two of them having been childhood friends! I like the thought of Judit holding Jean’s hand, pulling him with her as they explore a storm drain or abandoned building. She was always the one to pull him out of his shell. She was the one who wanted adventure. She was the wild child, getting him to sit on her handlebars while throttling down a steep hill.

But he was the one to hold her hand during the nights, the one to talk her out of running away. He provided some stability, and she gave him joy.

Which is why it hurt her so much when she found him again. She learned how to walk the straight and narrow - how to make sure things go according to plan. That’s the cost of climbing the ladder. It’s just unavoidable, sometimes. But Jean? God, Jean…

She finds him again and he’s already fraying at the edges. The boy who needed her to speak up on his behalf is having screaming matches with his partner. He’s lashing out just to lash out. It’s awful to witness.

And it leaves Judit in a state of shock. She thinks to herself, what happened to the boy I loved? Where has he gone?

He’s still there. She knows it. And under the mask of professionalism, she’s still a wild child with a thirst for adventure. She still loves a challenge. She still loves Jean. And she will find him again.

2. Both of them are Bi.

And Jean is the first person Judit ever tells. It’s a new, terrifying revelation. Her attraction to men and women is wildly different - they touch different parts of her. It never occurred to her that her feelings toward other girls weren’t “normal.” All girls want to hold each other’s hands, right? All women look at each other’s lips and wonder what they taste like. All ladies get butterflies when popular girls compliment their hair or nails. It’s just friendship… right?

And when she tells Jean, she shakes like a leaf. They’re both in their 30s by now - she should have figured it out sooner. What if this is the final straw? What if, after everything he’s been going through with Harry, this proves to be too much? God, he already has so many problems to deal with.

But he reaches out and pulls her close, leaning her head on his shoulder. He just mutters that it’s okay, and it was hard for him to figure out, too. He’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but it doesn’t last. She’s just so relieved to have his support and overjoyed to share this connection.

They spend hours and hours talking after that. Not just about their sexualities, but about… anything! Important shit! Unimportant shit! Things that make them smile.

And when Jean sees her smile, he realizes his face hurts. Why does his face hurt? My fucking god, it’s because he’s smiling too. And for a second, he forgets to care about the ache because he can’t help but smile more.

3. Jean has a Mommy kink that he didn’t have before Judit.

Can you change my mind? No. Will I explain further? Also no. <3

[myarlert]

i’ve seen the aot thirst tag and i’ve been summoned. lately i’ve been thinking about ~ guess who ~ *drumroll* JEAN of course 😌 you and him somehow end up in a friends with benefits kind of situation? you’re not even friends like that though. you just hook up regularly — because you’re young and horny and the chance of dying hovers over both of you every day.

he’s fucking you from the back, both of you standing up in a small closet, brooms and mops around you. ‘just a quick one, gotta get some relief’ he said. but it’s been well over ten minutes now. you don’t say anything, not wanting to hurt his ego; it also kind of seems like he’s enjoying it. a little too much. 

even with your back arched to give him a better access to your pussy, he’s incredibly close to your body and his hands are everywhere — your hips, your waist, yours tits, your neck. doesn’t even matter that you’re still wearing clothes. he’s huffing hot puffs of air onto your neck, trying to keep himself from moaning and not caring when you yourself let a small moan or whine slip out.

if anybody caught you, it would be an embarrassment. but you can’t make yourself care enough when jean’s making you feel so good.

he slips out of you after some time, making you whimper in protest. ‘turn around, wanna see your face when you cum and when i fill you up’ is his explanation. you can’t argue with that.

soon your back is pressed against the wall, your hands are holding onto his shoulders, your legs are wrapped around jean’s hips while he’s quickly pumping into you and he’s kissing you everywhere. on your face, on your neck; he kisses every inch of skin available to him. he makes you cum with his thumb on your clit and makes sure to push his load deep inside of you.

maybe you should have a talk.

IM — hOW DO I ADD ONTO THAT-

okay.. so think about him watching you fix your skirt, n he just bites his lip, ‘think you can keep it in til the end of the day?’ when you nod at him he smirks, ‘i’ll text you later. when i come over i better still see that cunt all full. hm?’

PLEAZE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO ADDD

[bratkook]

will you let me? (m) knj.

pairing. namjoon x reader genre. smut, pwp, established relationship word count. 1.2k warnings. unprotected sex, impreg kink, dirty talk, but also kinda cute note. based off a request sent in for thirst night! i hope u enjoy the insanely short filth🤠(also my first published joon fic can i get a hell yeah, also not edited sorry)

The air is stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Namjoon groans into your ear, mouthing kisses along your neck, tongue trailing down your jugular before he gently nips your skin. 

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” he mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock. You felt every inch of him as he fucked you, the two of you finally agreeing to not use a condom for the first time. Namjoon swears he’ll never want to put one on again. 

The smack of your skin mixes in with each of your moans, your hands wrapping around him, digging your nails into his back as he rocked forward. “Ah, Namjoon,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he starts to suck on your neck. “Harder baby, please.”

“Yeah? Feel good?” he rasps, holding himself up to stare down at you. The pink tendrils of his hair stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and the sparkle in his eyes shows his excitement. His soft lips spread out into a smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he does so. 

Another precise thrust has you nodding, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him closer. Namjoon could fuck you harder, could grip your hips so hard they bruised as he pistoned into you, but he liked this too much. He wants to savor the feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him, wants to remember each of your trembled breaths when he hits your gspot, and wants to really enjoy the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. 

The thought alone makes him shut his eyes, groaning deep in the back of his throat as he pictures it, imagines seeing the globs of white dripping out of you, stuffing you so much your tummy would bulge. And suddenly he wants that, his eyes fall to your stomach, seeing the way it tenses in pleasure. Namjoon wants to claim you this way, make you his in a way you’ve never been before. 

“Fuck baby,” he pants, jaw slack as the thoughts flood his mind, hips snapping into yours with more determination. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A teasing laugh spills from your mouth, one of your hands coming up to cradle his face, wondering where this was coming from after the filthy words he had been spewing earlier. “You think I look beautiful covered in sweat?”

Namjoon nods like it’s the most obvious response, surging his cock deeper into you, wanting to reach as far as he could. His balls slap against your thighs from the force, making your tits bounce around and he groans once more when he imagines how they’d look if you were pregnant. 

“Always look so beautiful,” he continues, cursing when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. “Look pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, fuck, bet you look pretty full of my cum too.”

His words make your skin warm up further, the thought of it sinking into your bones, already imagining how it would feel. And then he says something you never thought he would, “Wanna knock you up. Will you let me baby?”

It takes you a second to comprehend it, mind blanking as he moans above you, whimpering slightly when you fail to answer him, hips becoming more desperate. “Baby,” he whines again, feeling his release creeping up on him, needing to know if you’d be okay with him filling you up this way. 

The head of his cock rubs against your walls deliciously, snapping you out of your small daze as you nod frantically. “Yes, yesyes please. Fill me up Namjoon.”

Those were the golden words he needed to hear, burying his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle, the wooden headboard slamming into the wall so hard the neighbors would surely complain. He didn’t care though, not when you cried his name so beautifully as your orgasm crept up your spine. With his close position, each of his thrusts put pressure on your clit, sensitive and needy for attention, you mewl at the friction, rutting your hips up in time with his. 

“Namjoon, c-close—please don’t stop.” 

“Mm, don’t worry baby, I got you.” he softly reassures you, shivering when your hands tangle themselves in his hair, nails raking along his scalp. Another few thrusts is all it takes to sends you over the edge, shouting out his name as your ears rang from the pressure. Namjoon groans in your ear as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him for his orgasm, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised. 

“Joonie,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart. 

“Ah shit—“ he rasps, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, bulbous head of his cock just shy of reaching your cervix. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until my pretty girl is messy, hm?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, take it baby.” It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop. 

He falls over you like deadweight, forgetting his giant self could crush you if he wanted. His cock is still nuzzled deep within you, slowly softening as it kept the cum from leaking out. ��Hey, watch the baby!” you playfully call out, giggling when he snorts against your skin, large palm sliding up your sides in a soothing manner. 

“Don’t tease me.”

Your hands trail through his hair again, feeling the damp strands slowly detangle as you take your time. “You know, I could always get off birth control and we could actually try.”

He visibly perks up, brown eyes staring up at you with a certain glimmer to them that makes your heart flip in your chest. Picturing Namjoon with your child, strapped to his chest as he did things around the house, tucked into a stroller as he took him for a walk around the park, finally having a little human to fit into the baby shoes he was so obsessed with buying. You couldn’t imagine a better future. 

“Really?”

“Yeah you dork, let's have a baby. Knock me up.” Your brows wiggle in time with your words, and when he slips out of you as he attacks your neck with kisses, you let out a squeal in delight. 

“C’mon, we gotta practice then!” he announces in all seriousness, not caring that his cock was still soft and you had just been thoroughly stuffed by him seconds prior. But when he was determined there was no stopping him, so instead you coax him up, dragging him into the bathroom with the promise of shower sex and the freedom to be as messy as he wanted.

[tomurasprincess]

I couldn’t find wether or not requests/ thirsts were open but could you imagine Daddy Deku fucking his daughter after she got showed up by a date (due to dekus threats) and at first the sight of her tears makes him sad then he gets turned on and he cuddles her until she falls asleep then he fucks her and she wakes up to him barely containing himself from fucking her stomach into her skull bc I sure can

Note::The cooch ran away with this one and it got kinda long. Enjoy! Warnings: Dubcon, somnophilia, incest, daddy talk, yandere

Izuku tries to contain the smile on his face as he holds you, his sobbing daughter, in his arms. 

“Daddy, he stood me up. Why would he do that?” 

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he says gently, trying to hold you as close as he can, not wanting to see your tears because of how much pain it causes him to see it.

Of course he knows exactly why. One doesn’t refuse the number one hero when he threatens to break your bones if you try to date his daughter.

“Come on, let me put you to bed.” He picks you up gently into his arms, softly groaning at the feeling of your small trembling body pressed against him. You give a simple, wordless nod, having exhausted yourself from your crying.

He tucks you into bed, contemplating whether to stay with you or not. He knows he shouldn’t. His desires for you aren’t ones a father should be having for his daughter. But then you make a soft whine as you reach out for him, and he can’t bring himself to leave.

So he crawls into bed, pulling you into his arms. You settle in with a contented sigh, and he finds himself staring at your face. Your tears are beautiful, he realizes. And even further than that...your tears make him hard as a rock.

You whimper a bit in your sleep, pushing back against his erection inadvertenly and causing a gasp to leave his throat. Surely it wouldn’t be so bad if he just stuck the tip in? You’re asleep, and as long as he’s careful not to wake you - 

Before he can really think about what he’s doing, he’s unzipping his pants and pulling up your nightgown. He runs his cockhead along your folds, groaning deeply as he feels how wet you are. 

Doesn’t that mean that you secretly want this? That you’re okay with it? 

He begins to push inside of you, breaching the tight muscles at your entrance before stilling. He told himself just the tip. He knows he shouldn’t go any farther. This was wrong in every sense of the word.

But then your inner walls clamp down on him, gripping him like a vise, and he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He continues pushing in, feeling your warm, wet walls stretching around his girth. You can’t seem to stop clenching around him, sucking him in further as if you never want your father to leave your pussy.

He finally bottoms out, unable to get any deeper inside of his daughter. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, the desire to force you down and ravage you until you cry out his name almost overwhelming.

He’s already in this deep. What’s a little more?

And so he begins to thrust. First small and contained thrusts that quickly became savage as he loses himself in his daughter’s tight little pussy.

Your eyes fly open to see your father’s face above you, twisted into pleasure and something hot and hard inside of you. “Daddy - daddy what are you doing - ahh!” You let out an unintentional moan as he hits a spot inside of you that you’ve never felt before, causing your walls to flutter around him.

“Shh, babygirl, it’s okay - daddy is going to take care of you. Let daddy take care of his baby, alright? Going to make everything alright.” 

You’re about to say something, anything, but then he hits that spot inside of you again and your eyes roll back into your head as your whole body trembles. “Daddy, oh god, it feels - it feels so good -”

“Then this will feel even better, baby,” he coos at you, reaching down to find your clit. He rubs tight circles around the throbbing bead, and the groan you make goes straight to his cock. He’s close, so close to cumming, but he doesn’t want to leave his precious daughter without her needs taken care of. And so he angles his cock against your g-spot as he rubs your clit harder, and feels a sense of victory when your pussy begins to flutter around him.

“Daddy - oh god daddy,” you whine as you cum around your father’s cock, and he follows shortly afterwards. He realizes that he should pull out, not cum inside of his daughter’s warm, welcoming pussy - 

But he just can’t bring himself to do it. Your walls clamping down around him milk him of his cum as he twitches inside of you, and you whimper at the warmth spreading through your core.

He fucks you through your orgasm and his own before he finally has to pull out. He rolls off of you, wrapping his arms around you again as he pulls your back into his chest.

“See, baby? Don’t you feel better now? Go to sleep, and Daddy will be here to watch over you.”

[notepadsandtealeaves]

K. Bokuto || Say My Name A Thot’s Thoughts 💦

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↠ Requested By: This damned thirst dream that won’t leave me be until I write it out ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((*whacks minors on the nose with a rolled up newspaper* No! Not for you!!)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: Any applicable warnings can be found in the tag list under the cut. ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 2.3k~

“I know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. Say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

He’ll get what he wants—even if he has to fuck it out of you…

I want this man to snap my spine like a gd glow stick. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

((p*rn with v. little plot ahead, in case you somehow couldn’t figure that out lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns (tho I don’t think Reader’s pronouns actually come up in this? dk how I managed that *shrugs*) | Reader has ambiguous anatomy | Penetrative sex (missionary that turns into a mating press, Reader receiving) | Rough-ish sex (some grabbing of the face, and like he’s really laying into you, but it doesn’t get too heavy) | ((so maybe it’s more ‘hard’ than ‘rough’?? idk, I’ll let you lot decide)) | ((also, Bo’s a lil bit feral in this one, ngl)) | Some dom/sub undertones | ((my subby ass is predictable as hell, so are you even surprised at this point?? lmao)) | A smattering of ✨ ~Size kink~ ✨️ | ((Bo’s a big, big boy with a big, BIG dick, but I digress)) | Use of petnames (pretty baby, sweetheart, that kinda beat) | Also Bo’s got a bit of voice kink—who saw that one coming?? | ((me, I did, because I just made it a thing lol)) | Unprotected Sex because is fic, and is hot in fic. Don’t the thing irl unless you take proper precautions and discuss it with your partner well beforehand, mmkay? Mmkay… | Also what probably amounts to an unrealistic amount of cum, but look—I’ve got my kinks, okay? Lmao | Also, also—potentially OOC Bokuto if you canon him to be soft ‘n’ sweet in bed. He can be, and is a good portion of the time, but like… sometimes he just wants to bully you a bit while he fucks you into the mattress, yanno? | Also, also, also—unintentional cockwarming | Sappy ending because OP is a giant bb that just wants to be loved

“Bo-Bokuto, gods, please,” you damn near sob, the pleasure coursing through the whole of your body setting your hands to feebly grasping at the sheets, your face, and anything else you can reach in an attempt to ground yourself.

For his part the man above you is distinctly unamused, though for the life of you, you cannot figure out why that is–

“That’s not my name, baby. Not when I’m taking you like this.”

Oh. That.

In all honesty, you don’t think anyone can blame you for the slip up—after all, the pair of you were little more than acquaintances just a week ago. Sure, you’d been keeping up a line of friendly banter on those not-so-rare occasions when he decided to grace your little deli with his presence, and yeah you could reliably call him a regular at this point, but still you’d hardly been expecting him to ask you out when he bounded through the door last Friday. What’s more you didn’t think that your very first date would go so well that he would be taking you on another just a few days later, and finally a third one two days after that. To say that the pair of you are speed running your relationship is an understatement, and yet somehow things don’t feel rushed in the slightest.

This is more than likely due to what you’ve now dubbed the ‘Bokuto Effect’.

Said effect seems to lend an air of stability to actions that would otherwise leave you recoiling. And how can it not when he’s just so… him. Kind and sweet, caring and compassionate… You may not have known him for long, but you’re thoroughly convinced that there’s not a malicious bone in this man’s body. This is why you allowed him to follow you up to your apartment tonight, despite it having been technically less than a week of your being together—gods, are you even together? You have no idea as you’ve yet to actually talk about anything even remotely close to that, much less bothered about putting a label on it. There’s no time to consider something that ultimately feels tangential when you’re in the middle of falling at a breakneck speed.

(You can only hope that he feels the same, this quickening that has you casting aside a lifetime’s worth sensibility and letting him in like this. It’s hard to tell when he’s always smiling, always laughing, always keeping it light and bubbly and wonderful…)

In the now Bokuto—no, Koutaro—parts his lips around a particularly vicious looking grin. “I know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. Say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

You try, you swear you do, but when he’s drilling so deeply into you, his thick head scraping against that one spot with every drag of his thick cock… words become understandably difficult. You slur out something with roughly the same composition as the appellation (you think) but valiant though they are, your efforts are not enough to appease him. The sound of his laugh paired with the glint in his eyes has you shivering underneath him. Who knew he could wear ‘cocky bastard’ so well?

“Aww, listen to you,” he coos, condescension dripping from every syllable. “Cock drunk already, baby? Can’t say my name because you can’t remember it, huh? Well lemme help you out.”

Suddenly the legs that had been tossed over his broad (so, so damn broad—fuck) shoulders are being pushed up against your chest with the whole of his impressive weight following closely behind. Your resulting scream is loud enough that you’re sure to get a noise complain or several, and maybe even a visit from the cops if your neighbors confuse your bliss for a legitimate cry for help. But those are all distant worries, things that cannot find a permanent home in a mind that is far too clouded with lust and a resounding chant of more-more-MORE.

You claw at his back as he bottoms out over and over again, marking territory that you’re not entirely sure is yours to claim; the sounds that are pouring out of you all the while would be mortifying, you’re sure, if you weren’t so lost in the sex fog. For his part, the man above you is just as vocal, with a series of hisses, groans, and chuckles falling past his lips as he works at dismantling you, piece by needy piece. It seems to take him a few moments to remember his original goal—or maybe it’s more so a case of an artist admiring his work—but once he does…

“Kou- “-tar- “-o.”

He fucks the syllables into you, growling them directly in your face each time his hips come to press flush against the plush of your ass and thighs. He repeats it again and then a third time before he palms the bottom half of your face. That he can cover such an impressive area with just one hand should probably unnerve you, but as it stands the size disparity only makes you hotter. You moan into his grasp only to have the sound scale up into a squeak when he smooshes your cheeks inwards with a flex of his fingers. The movement sees your lips jutting and puckering in what you’re sure has to be an extremely unflattering matter, but if he minds the view he doesn’t show it.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he starts, voice surprisingly even (or maybe not, given his job’s stamina requirements), “I know you’re feelin’ good, but that doesn’t excuse your bad behavior. Now say it with me—Kou-tar-o.”

“Kou- Kou—ahh~! Fuck, so good–”

He tuts at that, his grip going that tiny bit tighter. “Focus, baby. Kou-”

“Kou-” you repeat, the breathy quality of your voice reducing the sound to little more than a pant.

“-tar-”

“-tar-”

“-o.”

“-oo-ooo shit!”

When you feel the first brush of his fingers against your sex the only thing that keeps you from vaulting straight off of the bed is the sheer size of him. You’d been so focused on getting things right (on giving him what he wants) that you hadn’t noticed his free hand moving to what little space there is to be found between you. Years of honing his craft has left the thing roughened with thick callouses; they had felt a bit odd against your own smoother palm when he’d held your hand earlier in the day, but feeling them now… The scrape is addicting, adding an extra delicious layer to the pleasure of him working over your core with a precision that shouldn’t be possible as this is the first time you’ve been together like this–

Just yet another result of the Bokuto Effect, you suppose.

Koutaro kisses you deeply then, greedily filling up his lungs with your moans even as he empties out your own. When he breaks away with a growled pant some long seconds later he’s all wide, wild eyes and pouring praise.

“That’s good, baby—fuck, it sounds so good when you say it like that. K-keep doin’ that f’me, yeah? Keep screaming my name and I promise I’ll make you feel so, so good– Gods, you’re so good…”

And he’s as good as his word.

Every utterance of his name sees him taking you harder, impossibly deeper, and faster. It’s a loop of pleasure that is all too easy to fall into; your whimpering cries giving him what he wants as his rolling hips work hard to give you what you need. Sweat darkens the lighter strands of his hair at the base turning the pale silver into something more akin to slate, with the salty liquid occasionally breaking past his hairline to slide down the chiseled contours of his face. Knowing that he—a professional athlete who is in near godly shape—is fucking you hard enough to actually break a sweat is a heady thing, one that draws you yet closer to your end.

With your orgasm so close at hand your brain’s higher functions all but cease. All there is in this moment is you and him and the one word that is left to you: Koutaro.

“Sound so pretty,” he tells you before pressing a quick kiss to your mumbling lips. “Gods, babe, I’m close—so damn close, I– ah-ah-ah shit!” A particularly decadent roll of his hips nearly sees you both shaking apart right then and there, but he pulls back some—just a bit, just enough to draw things out a little longer.

“‘M close,” you tell him a short while later, your declaration sounding more like a lament than anything. You don’t want this to end, but at the same time you need it to if only for your poor battered hole’s sake. “Fuck, Kou, please…”

He softens a bit at that, those molten pools of gold syruping with something tender as he takes in your fucked out expression. “I got you, baby, I promise—you cum when you need to, ‘kay? Do it and I’ll be right there with you…”

This touch of gentleness is well at odds with the way he continues to take your body through its paces, and that dichotomy is the very thing that finally drives you over the edge. You manage to eke out his name one final time, and the choked cry is enough to see him falling into bliss with you. His hips stutter compulsively as rope after hot, thick rope of cum shoots into you. You can feel it squelching out of you every time he pulls back, the liquid gliding warm and viscous over your skin to drip down and pool underneath you in a small puddle that’s only going to get bigger when he pulls out—if he pulls out. It certainly doesn’t seems as if he plans to anytime soon, not with the way he’s kissing you all over your face and neck, the ministrations cut through with praise and little love-drunk giggles.

Once he’s come back to himself, Koutaro flips you both over so that you’re resting against his chest—single-handedly, a thing that’s way hotter than such a simple action should be—with his softened cock still tucked snugly inside of you. You can tell the exact moment his skin makes contact with the cooling wet spot because he yelps before jerking you both over to the left. You’re just as love-drunk as he is apparently because you cannot stop giggling all the while, giddy at the return of the silly antics that had drawn you to him in the first place (not that you mind seeing this other, darker, more mature version of him at all).

He tilts your head up towards him for a short, sweet kiss before asking, “What ya laughing at, pretty?”

“You.”

“Wow, rude.”

“Whatever, you like it,” you tease as you prop yourself up against his chest.

“I mean… yeah,” he concedes with a laugh, “but only because it’s you.”

There’s a tenderness to his gaze that turns the simple phrase into an admission and you find yourself ducking your head in an attempt to conceal just how flustered it’s left you. Suddenly the scar underneath his right pec is the most interesting thing in the world, and you find yourself lightly tracing over it as you mutter out a quiet, “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm.” As the onomatopoeic sound vibrates through his chest and up into you it somehow manages to carry far more truth than something more elegant could ever hope to—because it’s real, because it’s him.

“I like you a whole helluva lot, ____,” he continues on, “and if I’m being completely honest I’m really hoping that I didn’t screw things up.”

That’s enough to get you to look up again, and Koutaro takes in your confused look with a sheepish expression of his own. “Yanno, with all of this.” He gestures vaguely over the length of your still naked bodies. “I, um… I have a tendency to go full tilt when it’s something I want, but that’s not always the move when it comes to relationships—or am I presuming too much in calling what we’ve got a ‘relationship’? I don’t think I am, not with the way you’re smiling, but…”

You swat at his chest and earn another heart stopping kiss for your troubles. The man—your man?—underneath you gives you his signature megawatt grin, though it fades into something softer and more intimate as he regards you.

“I think you’ve already given me your answer, but just to make sure—can I call you mine?”

You trail your fingers over the expanse of his well-defined jawline before cradling his cheek in your palm as you tell him, “Only if I can call you mine, too.”

He huffs out a laugh as he nods a bit before nuzzling into your hand. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Good.”

“Great,” he amends.

“Fantastic, even.”

“Stupendous.”

“Amazing.”

“Wonderful…”

The pair of you carry on like that for a good while, exhausting your vocabularies and arguing over synonyms in between laughter and sweet kisses until rumbling stomachs demand their due.

|| Bonus

Imagine sitting in Bo’s lap while he feeds you your snack of choice. You’re both still nude because why the fuck not, tho he has opted to get you a nice, soft blanket to burrito in. So anyways, he feeding you while you guys are watching something on the television, and he finds said something v. interesting—so interesting, in fact, that the next morsel he feeds you gets shoved damn near into the back of your throat.

Cue him laughing out an apology for gagging you—“I didn’t do it on purpose, baby, I swear!”—and kissing away the compulsory tears that are streaming down your cheeks from nearly having your life ended by a set of ridiculously long fingers and a fucking Dorito or whatever the fuck he was feeding you lmfao…

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[theinvisiblecapricorn]

Surprise.. Surprise.. Final Part.

Warning: Mentions of body insecurity, lots of fluff. No smut, sorry. Perhaps in the future?

Final Part.

// Y/N's POV //

‘’ Care to join me in the shower? It’ll save water and I would love to see you in your natural thirst trap habitat. ‘’ Vinnie blushes. I haven’t seen him blush before and it’s cute and hot at the same time.

‘’ You... you want me to? I mean... it’s no big deal. We live in a house full of people who work. We earn enough money so don’t you worry about the water bill; I can stay here and shower when you’re d...’’

I pull him closer to me as I stare into his eyes. I ghost my lips over his.

‘’ Vin, I want you to join me in the shower. I’ve been waiting for this long enough. Please join me, I promise I won’t bite. ‘’ I wink at him as I give him a quick peck on the lips. He moans against my lips.

Before I can say anything else, I feel Vinnie pull me into his bathroom and locking it.

// Vinnie’s POV //

I pull Y/N into my bathroom and lock the door.

We start making out like crazy and I can’t complain. Some people may think we’re rushing, but you have to understand, we’ve known each other for more than a year now and Y/N knows me in a way people I’ve known my entire life don’t even know me. So, if anyone has something to say about it, they kiss my ass.

I undress, leaving my boxers on while Y/N get rid of her trousers. I can see doubt on her face as she carefully takes off her shirt. I take her hands in mine as I stare into her eyes.

// Y/N’s POV //

While we’re getting ready to hop into the shower, nerves take over my body.

I’ve always struggled with a lot of insecurities. My body being one of them. But I didn’t have to face this insecurity before, because I’ve never been in an intimate situation. My entire body is screaming YES when I look at Vinnie, but my heart is clearly saying NO. I notice Vinnie looking at me as I start to panic.

I feel him take my hands into his own as his hazel eyes stare into mine.

‘’ Hey, we don’t have to do this, okay? Remember I told you, we can shower separately, and afterwards we can watch a movie and get some snacks or something. ‘’ I hate myself. Vinnie is literally everything I could’ve wished for. He always makes sure I’m okay with everything and if not, he will do anything until I am. He always does. And here I am, making a fool out of myself. I’m the one who came up with the idea of showering together, now I’m the only one who’s still fully clothed.

Vinnie puts his hands on my cheeks as he softly kisses my nose. I blush.

‘’ I’m sorry, I’ve just never done this before, and I’m just scared that if I undress that you won’t like what you’ll see. ‘’ My eyes get watery. Of course, as if it wasn’t embarrassing enough already.

Vinnie takes a step closer as he rests his forehead against mine. Wiping away the tears that scroll over my cheeks.

‘’ I love every single part of you, in and outside. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, because to me, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I don’t want to put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable, okay? One step at a time, baby. ‘’ He softly smiles at me.

‘’ Show me that beautiful smile of yours, please. ‘’ I stare at my hands before I return a smile.

// Vinnie’s POV //

She returns a smile. I give her quick, but loving kisses on her lips, cheeks and forehead.

‘’ I love you. Never forget it. ‘’

‘’ Love you back, never forget it. ‘’

I turn away from her as I open a cabinet and pull out two towels for Y/N. One to dry her hair and one to dry of her body. When I turn around, Y/N is completely naked. I can’t help but stare.

My entire body starts to heat up and my heart is pounds into my throat. I shake my head as I return my gaze to Y/N’s face.

‘’ Do you still want to join me in the shower? It’s okay if you don’t want to. ‘’ She shyly smiles at me as I nod.

// Y/N’s POV //

Vinnie and I step into the shower. I give Vinnie space so he can get under the shower head, but he pulls me under it as well.

‘’ Like you said, we need to save water. ‘’ He winks at me. He takes his shampoo bottle out of the shower basket and squirts some of it into his hands. He rubs his hands together and looks at me, his eyes asking permission as I nod.

He turns me around, my back facing him as hands gently massage my scalp as the shampoo starts foaming in my hair. It smells like mint, the scent of comfort. Vinnie.

He washes the shampoo out of my hair. Once it’s all washed out, he takes a bit of shampoo for himself as well while rubbing it into his own hair.

After a while, we’re both out of the shower, drying our bodies and put on some comfortable clothes. Me putting on Vinnie’s T-shirt he lend me earlier on. I walk towards his bed as I see Hera laying on it. I gently pet her belly as she starts to purr.

‘’ She likes you. Like owner, like cat. ‘’ I giggle as Hera licks my hand.

Vinnie puts on his led lights and turns on his computer.

‘’ I promised the fans I would stream for a bit tonight. It won’t take long and by the looks of it, you won’t have time to give me attention as well. ‘’ Hera places herself on my lap.

‘’ Yea, please don’t let me take your time with your fans away. I have this little lady to keep me company. ‘’

// Vinnie’s POV //

Once my computer is turned on, I begin to stream on Twitch. I post a picture on my snapchat and Instagram stories telling everyone I’m live. I look at Y/N one more time before turning towards my game.

‘’ Hey everyone, I hope you guys are having an amazing night so far. We’re going to play a bit of VALORANT tonight. ‘’ The comment section filling up with fans asking me all types of questions and the usual thirst comments.

I’m 30 minutes in as I hear Y/N giggle from behind me, I turn around and see Hera laying on her back completely covering Y/N’s belly. I stare in aw before telling the chat that I have to go to the bathroom. I stand up and walk straight up to Y/N. I bend down to give her a little kiss.

‘’ I miss you ‘’

‘’ I’m not going anywhere, Vin. I’ll still be here, once you end the stream. ‘’ I love this woman.

‘’ I know, just making sure you miss me as well. ‘’

‘’ ‘Course I do. ‘’

I blow her a kiss as I walk back to my computer. I look at the comment section and see everyone freaking out.

‘’ Who’s in laying in his bed? ‘’

‘’ WAIT, HE KISSED HIM/HER???!!!!’’

‘’ Is Y/N with you right now? ‘’

I smile as I see everyone talking about Y/N and I. All positive comments, luckily.

‘’ Yes guys, Y/N’s here with me. She flew in this morning as a surprise. Isn’t she the cutest? Thank you, guys, for all the support and nice comments. I appreciate it. Alright, enough of the simping let’s fuck some people uppp. You feel me? ‘’ I continue to play the game for at least an hour more before getting into bed with the love of my life. Finally, in my arms.

The end.

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