#actually no your neck is so pretty already

[shouyuus]

VI FROM ARCANE WITH PILLOWPRINCESS READER?!?! PLEASEEE ILL TAKE ANYTHING DUDEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

yes bc i feel like she'd love this lowkey midkey AND highkey bc vi's love language is def like 50/50 acts of service and physical touch and she'd love the fact that you trust her so much w/ ur pleasure, the fact that she gets to have this control, and you're always so obedient for her, always asks for permission -- the first time she'd gotten you to the edge and you'd sunk your fingers into her hair, thrashing beneath her, but still forcing yourself to look up at her with your big, watery eyes, asking --

"p-please v-vi -- can -- can i?"

she knew that she was done for like done for, the way she knew if she said no, you'd listen. the thought had made her head feel woozy, so much so that her fingers had almost paused inside you, and you'd keened, thighs squeezing around her wrist bc you were so, so close.

"holy shit -- yeah, sweetness -- fuck, yeah, come for me --"

and it's not like she doesn't know how much you like it when she manhandles you a bit; she likes it too, she likes it alot actually, how she can jerk you down the length of the bed, press your knees up all the way to your shoulders, wrap her fingers around your neck, or just hold you down and kiss you till you're shaking apart beneath her.

she likes too that all she has to do is say the word, and you'd drop to your knees for her, pliant and willing, your lips falling open for her fingers or her cunt, how you'd make these happy little mewling noises when buried between her legs, so long as she got a hand on your head, a thumb rubbing your cheek.

"do you... do you ever wish i'd do more... stuff?" you ask one day, crinkling your nose, frowning absently down at vi's hair as you braid the longer bits into a single plait, only to tug it loose and do it all over again.

vi glances over her shoulder, "more... stuff?"

"yeah like... be more active when we're, y'know --"

vi laughs, tugging you into her lap, "if you're asking if i'm happy with our sex life, sweetness, the answer is yes, very."

you sigh, nodding even as you tuck your nose into her curve of her neck.

"okay. just asking."

she runs her thumbs against your skin, drawing circles into your waist.

"why? are you happy with it?"

you nod so hard that you almost topple out of her arms, but she catches you, grinning. "yeah! of course i am!"

"then, what's the problem, princess?"

"nothing! just..."

"c'mon pretty, spit it out," she takes your chin between a thumb and forefinger, giving your face a tiny shake. your breath hitches; satisfaction unfurls in vi's chest.

"i saw something online about -- how being too passive isn't a good thing and --"

"ooookay, i'm gonna cut you off right there --" she hoists you up, twisting you around so you're straddling her lap, your face now parallel to hers. she loves the way you're so easy to read, loves that you don't hide your attraction to her, how all she has to do is twitch her lips and you're already gasping.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl," she says, and you do, your mouth dropping open as she swipes a thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it forward till it's resting on your tongue. you whine softly, hips shifting, but you hold still till she nods her head, "go on, suck."

you close your lips immediately, your tongue laving at the pad of her thumb. she lets out a clipped groan, watching. a few seconds later, she pulls it out with a light pop, grinning as she tracks the slick finger down your chin, tracing up the line of your jaw till she's got her hand cupping the back of your neck.

"that feel very passive to you?"

your lashes flutter, confusion gathering in your eyes before you lick your lips, blush, and give your head a tiny shake. she smiles.

"good answer. so? are we good now, princess?"

"yeah. we are."

"good!" she gives you a quick kiss, patting your hip, "what'dyou want for dinner? i'm thinkin'... it's been a while since we've been to jericho's."

you pout, "what about that other place we've been talking about?"

"what on the wharfside docks?"

"yeah...?"

vi rolls her eyes, even as she sits up and motions for you to get up. you jump up with a bright smile. she sighs, folding her arms.

"go get dressed. ugh, passive -- dunno what you were thinkin' when you asked me that princess."

[no-144444]

vampire!- o.piastri

summary: oscar gets a new nickname...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! jack wolff nanny! reader

this is part of a series but can be read as a standalone !

part one | part two | part three

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Oscar rolled out of bed with as much enthusiasm as usual, so none. Was he already late? Yes. Did he really care? No. Did he want to just stay in bed and relax with you all day? Yes. Did you look gorgeous in his bed? Yes. Did he want to stay there forever? Yes. 

But early meetings on track were a very big part of his job, and he’d be murdered if he was late again. 

“Don’t go,” you muttered, just waking up. He sighed and you smiled. 

“Baby I have no choice, I have to-” he was cut off by you kissing him, to which he wasn’t complaining. “Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, which then turned into you straddling him as he pressed kiss after kiss to your neck. Maybe it was the newness of your relationship, maybe it was the fact that he looked so pretty in the mornings, or maybe it was something to do with how persuasive you were, but Oscar finally had to run out the door, already running late for the meeting. 

Worst part? He didn’t regret shit. 

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You walked into the paddock looking like you’d just rolled out of bed (which you had). You had literally come in a pair of pyjama pants and one of Oscar’s hoodies, just grabbing your bag, slipping on some sneakers and leaving his hotel room. All of your makeup was in your hotel anyways, same with your clothes, but you didn’t care. 

Jack came running up to you as you walked into the Mercedes garage, and you picked him up, hugging him. 

“I’m rooting for Oscar today!” he cheered. “He’s my favourite.” 

“After Lewis and George?” you asked and he nodded, giving you a look that said ‘obviously’. You chuckled and put him back down, and he ran over toLewis, chatting animatedly. 

“What is on your neck?” Toto asked, his tone firm. He was pissed. 

You stared back at him, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes, taking out his phone, snapping a picture of you, and showing it to you. 

Oscar was dead. A huge, huge hickey on the right side of your neck. You clapped a hand over it, and another over your mouth. 

“Shit,” you cursed. “I must’ve really burnt myself. I didn’t think it would bruise so badly,” you lied (rather convincingly), but Toto was having none of it. 

“We’re going on a little field trip to McLaren,” he told you and you deflated. “Come on!”

Jack held your hand as you crossed the paddock, walking into the McLaren motorhome. 

Immediately, Toto found Oscar and grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him aside. 

“Toto, come on-” you started. 

“Me and Oscar are going to have a conversation, go take jack to see Lando please,” he smiled, but it was one of his scary smiles. You grimaced and mouthed Oscar a ‘sorry’. 

Oscar looked traumatised when he walked back in. He walked over to you and apologised for the ‘issue’, and barely made eye-contact. 

You groaned, looking at Toto. “You broke my boyfriend!”

Toto shrugged, taking Jack’s hand. “Too bad.” 

Off they went back to Mercedes, and you took Oscar’s hand. “You alright?”

“He’s very protective, and he did say that George would do everything in his power to shove me off the track tomorrow,” he admitted. “But it’s fine. You’re worth it.”

You felt yourself smiling. “Ever the charmer Piastri.”

He shrugged. “What else would I be?” he smirked. 

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F1 GOSSIP:

OSCAR PIASTRI SEEN TAKING TO TOTO WOLFF TODAY!

Today, Oscar Piastri (McLaren Driver) was seen speaking with Mercedes team boss Toto Wolff. They seemed to be having a heated discussion, could it have been about a possible future contract?! 

Read all about it here! ->

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You stared down at your phone with a sigh and sent the article to Oscar, and Toto.

You were too busy with Jack to actually go visit Oscar and talk about the article, but you just assumed he’d seen your message. 

He hadn’t. 

When he was brought straight to the media pen after sprint quali, he was confused about the amount of Mercedes- themed questions. 

“WHAT IS YOUR OPINION ON KIMI ANTONELLI?” “ARE YOU CLOSE WITH GEORGE RUSSELL?” “WHAT’S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH TOTO LIKE?” “ARE YOU CONSIDERING A MOVE?”

He just answered the questions as well as he could until someone finally just asked him straight. 

“Why were you seen with Toto Wolff outside the McLaren motorhome today?” 

Oscar burst out laughing. “That’s what all of this is about?” he asked and the interviewer nodded. “It was just about a personal matter, nothing to do with contracts or anything.”

“What was that personal matter?” 

Oscar had backed himself into a corner, it was just own fault. “Um… it was just something about something.”

The interviewer chuckled. “Oscar, we’re going to need more than that.”

“I can answer,” Toto interjected. “This vampire couldn’t keep his lips to himself!” 

“Is this about Oscar and Y/n’s closeness recently?”

Toto nodded. 

“Are they a couple?”

“I fucking hope so, considering what he did to her!” Toto scoffed. “Fucking vampire!” He said before walking off, the interviewer was left with Oscar, who was blushing very badly, and laughing very hard. 

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Oscar walked into his hotel room, silently praying that you’d be there. His prayers were answered when he found you in the bathroom in one of his t-shirts, brushing your teeth. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you tight. “Toto is fucking crazy,” he chuckled. 

You nodded, laughing. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. “You’re worth it.”

“Chessy,” you teased, leaving the bathroom with him behind you. He dropped his bag on the floor and took your outstretched hand, landing the both of you on the bed.

“You love it,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. 

You smiled at him. “I do.”

He pressed his lips to yours, hoping that  it wasn’t the last time he’d hear you say that.

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[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part twenty-two preview

Five days. They're still here. You realize what's taking them so long; they're collecting food, drying meat into jerky and simmering wild strawberries into jams that Nereida cans. They have quite a lot of supplies with them. One of Kyle's backpack's is filled with ammo and another is stuffed with medicine. 

Kyle is easy to talk to. Nereida, too. Price—however—seems like he doesn't know what to think of you. Or maybe you're too insignificant to have crossed his mind much. 

That's fair. You don't need to all be friends.

Blue seems to like Ari. He's thirteen, two years older than her, which is evident in the way her head reaches his shoulders. She doesn't even say hi to you in the morning. Instead she shows him all her magazines and even the rabbits. He decides to name one Rocky, a friend for Grim. You can't be bothered; she needs another friend. Ghost isn't keen about them alone together, though. You heard him mutter to Kyle—keep an eye on him, Gaz.

The threat of summer starts to invite more and more sweat down your neck. Your hair has gotten so long. After tossing and turning on Ghost's bedroom floor, it became a nest of tangles. When Nereida, Ari, and Blue go for a dip in the pond, you go with them and soak it, then let the water settle so you can stare at your reflection. Blade sharpened, you saw a few inches off. Better. More practical. 

"I thought you were going to cut more," Blue comments.

"I don't want it that short, or else it's harder to braid."

As the two kids keep swimming, Nereida finds bunches of rosemary and seems more excited than you'd be about it. 

"It helps fight off odors," she explains when you ask. "Like when I have my period, so the Greys can't smell it as much."

When she puts it that way, you grab some, too. Then you start wondering about her and John. Do they have sex? They must. You've seen the way they are. Kisses to their shoulder and neck, arms around each other's waist. You've stared a few times only to catch yourself and quickly look away. How do they avoid pregnancy? You highly doubt either of them want to bring a new child into the world. You wouldn't.

Ari and Blue lay in the sun together. You scoot away to give them space, but overhear some of their conversation, anyway.

"Your dad is so cool."

Blue plays with a piece of her hair. "Oh? You think so?"

"Have you seen him? He's a beast. My uncle told me he got his name because no one could see him coming before he killed them."

"He can be a pain in my ass sometimes," Blue mutters. Her nose scrunches. "But he's taught me a lot of things. I'm pretty good with knives."

"Damn, I gotta see that."

She is beaming. "I'll show you when we get back."

Then, she leans over and whispers something in his ear. Whatever it is, he smiles and shakes his head in response.

She pulls away, sighing. "I wish you guys could just stay here."

Or maybe your dad will make us go with them, you think to yourself. In a way, it's comforting, that he is secretive with her, too. He still hasn't brought up the topic again. Either he hasn't decided, or he doesn't actually plan on keeping you updated. You try your best not to ruminate, but it's hard not to, especially when you have a hard time falling asleep on floorboards and are left with your thoughts in the dark. 

Which is why you're not feeling thrilled by the time you go into his room. He's already lying in bed, one hand bent behind his head while the other props open a book. He looks comfortable. Almost normal, even.

"How do you sleep with the mask on?" you remark, kicking off your shoes. 

His eyes lift from the page briefly. "Like a baby."

"How come Kyle has seen you without it and not me?"

His jaw flexes. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Twix."

"And mental sanity doesn't suit you."

A light huff. Then, "Nice haircut."

When the room is dark, Ghost must get tired of hearing you toss and turn. He flicks on the small lamp, and you squint from the sudden light, stuffing the pillow over your head. There's shuffling before a hand rips the pillow from your face and tosses it onto the bed.

"Just get in the fucking bed. I won't bite." The sight of him standing above you, sweatpants low on his hips, consumes your vision. His voice is low but demanding.

"What, together?"

"I want good sleep. M'not going to get it on the floor, or listening to you up all night, so get in." His eyes peer down at you, half-lidded, before he lowly adds, "I'll be a gentleman, if you're worried."

You lift up and ignore the offer of his hand. "I'm not worried."

To protest would be embarrassingly juvenile when both him and you know you want to sleep there. Yet—your heart thickens. He watches as you crawl into the bed where the ceiling slants, tucking yourself under the quilt and curling against the very edge so that your knees float over it. The springs groan to your left and then heady warmth spills over you. Ghost keeps to his side, flat on his back, with his hands lying on his chest. His elbow pokes into your back no matter how carefully you try to inch away, and his thigh just barely brushes against your backside. 

The bastard doesn't say a word, nor does he make an effort to give you more space so you screw your eyes shut and fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. 

[p0ckykiss]

just a few kisses - jay

summary -> it turns out jay is an affectionate drunk (and a bit cheesy)

-> female reader x jay, fluff, established relationship, jay is obsessed with y/n's ass, suggestive, mentions of sexual activity

“can’t we leave already?” your friend complained trying to stretch her aching back. you and your friends (with your boyfriend jay) were at the new year’s after party, your friend group was huddled into a corner, too exhausted to mingle with the other guests.

“just half an hour more,” you tried to comfort your friend, while your eyes scanned the crowd. you hadn’t seen jay in a while, and you were starting to grow restless.

suddenly you felt a body come in contact with your back and a hot breath fanning over your neck. from the way your friend was jokingly rolling her eyes and turning her head away, you guessed the person behind you had to be jay. you were about to turn around to confirm this when jay opened his mouth.

“your ass looks so hot in this dress baby?” you spluttered and almost choked on the champagne you had been sipping for the past fifteen minutes. you coughed a few times before whipping around to stare at your boyfriend, scandalized. jay giggled at the look on your face and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in.

“how much have you had to drink?” you questioned after getting over your initial shock. this was a side of jay you rarely got to see in public. sure, he was the cuddly when you were alone at your apartment, but whenever you were out and about, the pda was kept to the minimum.

“not that much, actually,” jay chuckled before surprising you even further and starting to pepper your face with soft kisses. a giggle bubbled up from between your lips.

“baby, there are people here!” you laughed and tried to push his face away. it took a few tries but eventually jay surrendered and settled for just looking at you, caressing your neck.

“well,” you mused after a while of just standing there with a small smile on your lips, tracing patterns onto jay's chest, “how are you feeling right now?”

jay slowly slided his hands down your backside, settling them on your ass. you looked up at him and raised your eyebrows.

“pretty amazing,” jay smirked and gave your ass a light squeeze. you snorted at that and slapped jay lightly on his arm. jay's smirk only widened as he leaned in closer to your ear.

“y/n,” he whispered, “i wanna eat you out.”

a shiver ran through you as you closed your eyes and bit your lip. you wouldn’t deny that the offer was very tempting, especially because lately your work schedules had been so hectic you used every bit of free time to just catch up on sleep, but nothing would change the fact that you were in public and leaving the party soon.

“jay, you know we can’t.”

jay whined and went back to nosing your jawline, stopping occasionally to press a small kiss to your face. you exhaled slowly, gathering all your willpower to push jay gently away from you. jay gave in and pulled his face away but tightened his grip around your waist.

“i didn’t even get my new year’s kiss yet, can i at least get that,” jay started pouting and tried to emphasize his unhappiness by stomping his foot, which only resulted in him losing his balance and almost falling and pulling you with him. you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. you glanced quickly at your friends over jay's shoulder. no one was paying you any attention.

“alright, just come with me”, you said in a hushed tone, grabbing jay's wrist from behind your back and starting to lead him through the crowds. jay didn’t question you, only followed you pliantly for a few minutes before you reached a secluded corridor. you quickly scanned your surroundings before turning to jay.

“just a few kisses, okay? we don’t have much time, we’re leaving soon,” you reminded jay while pulling him closer from the collar of his shirt. a sly smirk overtook jay's face.

“sure, baby,” he said before pressing you into the nearest wall. it became quite obvious to you in the next seconds that this was not about to be just a few kisses.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

I just love this fic! Jason is so sweet, and I wanna wrap him and the reader up in a warm blanket, give them tea, and kiss their foreheads. fr, OP, your work is stunning, and I'm devouring every line!! I talk about my favorite parts below the cut!

The quiet snores echoing in the air and the soothing rise and fall of his chest against your back would usually be enough to lull you into a gentle morning sleep. But usually you can breathe out of both sides of your nose.

Plsss, I was hooked immediately by this!! The relationship building in the first sentence and just how domestic it is has me clutching my heart! And then the next line actually had me giggling. We've all been there fr

You feel a sneeze coming on and try to stifle it, to keep it locked tight in your lungs so you won’t wake the love of your life from the rare bit of peace and quiet he gets. You make no noise, but the shaking of your body stirs him anyway. Damn vigilantes and their preternatural awareness. He hums lazily as he pulls you further into his chest.

ahhh, they're precious!! I know he's an unfairly light sleeper, and you couldn't get away with a thing.

“Then why do you sound like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?”

WHEEZING!! He's gonna hit, and that's what happens when you mess around with someone when they're already sick 😤

You push yourself out of his arms and make it as far as the edge of the bed before he’s pulling you back to him again. “Aw, c’mon, ma. Don’t be mad. You are sick. Just admit it,” he says, voice kind as he runs his hand up and down your spine.

... he's forgiven, that's adorable, and I'm weak for pet names

He just squeezes you back, then manhandles your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He rises from your bed like you weigh nothing to him, hefting you into the air so that you’re better positioned.

Jason Todd carrying people supremacy. I'm swooning over here!

You can see it in the fact that everything he needed for this was already in your kitchen, in the fact that none of it was there when you fell asleep last night while he was on patrol. Jason cares. He cares from the tip of the stubborn curl that sticks up on the top of his head to the soles of his feet that guide you in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

AHH! THIS!!! Jason Todd and slow dancing in the kitchen is my WEAKNESS!! And he cares so much!! Yes, yes, and yes, this is sooo him! Actually, I'm going insane over this paragraph! Just, yes, I looove the line about the curl of his hair to the soles of his feet, it's just so picturesque. 10/10 has my whole attention. 💙

You nod your head that’s tucked against his chest, sniffling as you feel your nose start to run. Without missing a beat, Jason pulls a tissue from the pocket of his pajama pants and hands it to you.

The sigh I just let out was soooo dreamy

He goes rigid momentarily before he relaxes against you. Then a soft smile breaks out on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning his face away from you. But you can be observant too. You don’t miss the way pink dusts his cheeks and, oh, he looks so pretty like this.

Jason Todd is a pretty boy and I will never keep quiet on that fact!!

Jason reads the new book he was telling you about as you listen to music, dozing in and out of consciousness. It’s not your fault he makes such a great pillow; his large body is warm and soft as he lies relaxed on your sofa. Every now and then, especially when he thinks you’ve fallen into a light sleep, he’ll place a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

SWOONING! Cuddling with him on the couch is just chef's kiss

Carrying you out of bed, making you soup, letting you rest on him, the soft kisses and touches he flutters over your skin; it’s all his way of saying he loves you when the words themselves are simply too much or not enough.

ugh, yes! Sometimes words aren't enough to get the feelings across, but he shows them with every action and look, and I love him, your honor

And maybe it’s the homemade soup settled in your belly, or the afternoon sunlight shining through the window, or the warmth of the man you love beneath you, but you soon find yourself lulled into a peaceful sleep that feels just like home.

This is the sweetest, omg, I feel like I just ate my favorite candy. Seriously, OP, I'm eating up your work!! It's fantastic, and I'm enthralled! 💙💙

darling, won’t you take me home?

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: reader has a mild cold, but nothing much else (lmk if I missed anything)

a/n: this is just a lighthearted sick fic that got real prose-y at the end bc I was listening to my Jason playlist and got all in my feelings while drowsy off cold medicine. again, i give thee my wares.

divider credit: saradika-graphics

You wake to soft light filtering in through the white curtains of your bedroom and the warm weight of your lover’s arm across your waist. The quiet snores echoing in the air and the soothing rise and fall of his chest against your back would usually be enough to lull you into a gentle morning sleep. But usually you can breathe out of both sides of your nose. And you usually don’t feel like there’s sandpaper in your throat. And your body doesn’t usually feel this heavy.

Goddamn it–you’re sick.

You feel a sneeze coming on and try to stifle it, to keep it locked tight in your lungs so you won’t wake the love of your life from the rare bit of peace and quiet he gets. You make no noise, but the shaking of your body stirs him anyway. Damn vigilantes and their preternatural awareness. He hums lazily as he pulls you further into his chest. You think he might be able to doze back off and you’re glad for it. Then your hopes are dashed. One, two, three sneezes wrack your body in succession and you are finally forced to admit defeat.

“Are you sneezing?” Jason asks, groggy but inquiring.

“…no.”

You don’t even know why you tried to lie to him. You’re a bad liar in most cases, and an absolutely abysmal liar when it comes to Jason. He simply sighs and you’d bet twenty dollars that he’s rolling those pretty seafoam eyes of his. He easily turns you in his arms so that you’re facing him. Great, now you really won’t be able to lie to him.

“I told ya that you were gettin’ sick,” he scolds gently.

“‘M not sick!”

He did. And you are.

“Then why do you sound like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He tries to keep his face serious, but soon the facade cracks and he lets out a deep belly laugh as you glare at him. You push yourself out of his arms and make it as far as the edge of the bed before he’s pulling you back to him again.

“Aw, c’mon, ma. Don’t be mad. You are sick. Just admit it,” he says, voice kind as he runs his hand up and down your spine.

“Okay. Fine. Whatever,” you mumble, your words trailing off unintelligibly.

Jason doesn’t miss it. He never does. Fucking vigilantes and their fine tuned hearing.

“What was that?” he smirks.

You whisper it again, quiet as a mouse. He shakes his head. You smack him in the chest.

“Ah ah, I wanna hear it,” he laughs.

“I said you were right! There! You happy now?” you pout, burying your head in his chest.

You can feel the giggles travel through his body and find it impossible to fight the smile it brings to your face, even if your head feels foggier than Gotham after a heavy rain. You squeeze him tight, a sudden aggressive love for him that you just need to let out. It does nothing to his strong frame. He just squeezes you back, then manhandles your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He rises from your bed like you weigh nothing to him, hefting you into the air so that you’re better positioned.

“C’mon, we’re makin’ soup.”

One thing about Jason Todd is that he’s an amazing cook. He didn’t cook much for himself before he met you. He’s told you he didn’t see any point when cheap takeout would fuel his body just fine for whatever fight was inevitably coming for him. But now he has both the reason and the time to care. And he cares. So much.

You can see it in the way he sets the chicken to bake while he tells you about the new book he got from the bookstore down the block. You can see it in the way his skilled hands, calloused and bruised, slice the carrots razor thin because he knows you hate the crunch of them. You can see it in the barely noticeable look of pride on his face as all the ingredients simmer in the big metal pot, giving your shared home a warm aroma of comfort. You can see it in the fact that everything he needed for this was already in your kitchen, in the fact that none of it was there when you fell asleep last night while he was on patrol. Jason cares. He cares from the tip of the stubborn curl that sticks up on the top of his head to the soles of his feet that guide you in a slow waltz around the kitchen.

“I know you probably aren’t too hungry, but I need you to try to eat at least one bowl for me,” he says in his gentlest negotiation voice as he puts a bowl of chicken noodle soup on the counter.

You nod your head that’s tucked against his chest, sniffling as you feel your nose start to run. Without missing a beat, Jason pulls a tissue from the pocket of his pajama pants and hands it to you.

“And you’re takin’ cold medicine the second you get some food in you.”

He’s not asking anymore, just stating facts.

“Gonna stay up all night watching me too?” you ask teasingly.

“I might,” he retorts.

“I love you too, Jay.”

He goes rigid momentarily before he relaxes against you. Then a soft smile breaks out on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning his face away from you. But you can be observant too. You don’t miss the way pink dusts his cheeks and, oh, he looks so pretty like this. You tell him as much just to watch the soft pink turn to vibrant red.

“Shut up and eat your soup.”

One bowl of soup and a disgusting shot of cold medicine later, you find yourself wrapped in the arms of your lover as you both lounge on the couch. Jason reads the new book he was telling you about as you listen to music, dozing in and out of consciousness. It’s not your fault he makes such a great pillow; his large body is warm and soft as he lies relaxed on your sofa. Every now and then, especially when he thinks you’ve fallen into a light sleep, he’ll place a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

You may not be a vigilante or The World’s Greatest Detective, but you can put all the pieces of the day together well enough. Carrying you out of bed, making you soup, letting you rest on him, the soft kisses and touches he flutters over your skin; it’s all his way of saying he loves you when the words themselves are simply too much or not enough. But the words are enough for you. You swear that you’ll go to your grave finding all the prettiest ways to tell him just how much you love him. Because you do.

And maybe it’s the homemade soup settled in your belly, or the afternoon sunlight shining through the window, or the warmth of the man you love beneath you, but you soon find yourself lulled into a peaceful sleep that feels just like home.

[rinachains]

"Mhm, should I shave?"

Toji's question makes you look up from your phone, only to be greeted by the sight of him staring into the mirror, rubbing his hand along the lower part of his face, turning it from side to side.

You level him with a deadpan face.

"You ask this now? After I've already complained to you several times in the past weeks?"

Toji being lazy is nothing new, and while he does take good care of himself (most of the time), there are certain things he tends to put off - things like shaving. Selectively lazy, you called him once, and he just shrugged.

Over the course of a few weeks, he has grown a stubble, and while you don't actually mind the look - in fact, you find that he looks a little too good with it -, it scratches your skin whenever he kisses you, whether it is on your face or on other parts of your body.

Ignoring your remark, he makes his way to the couch you’re lying on, leans over the headrest and throws an arm around your shoulders, his lips coming close to your face; but before they can make contact with you, you put a hand against his face and push him away.

"Nope. You're shaving first."

Your partner exhales unnecessarily loudly and grabs your wrist to remove your hand from his face. He clicks his tongue as he throws his head back into his neck.

"Too tired."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah,” he replies, lazily scratching the subject of your disdain.

You cross your arms over your chest, purse your lips, and narrow your eyes. You set your phone aside as an idea pops into your head.

"Then I'll do it."

And that's how you end up in your shared bathroom, with him sitting down on a small stool – which makes for a ridiculous picture since his bulky frame can barely fit on it and you're afraid it's about to break under his weight - while you stand in front of him, applying some shaving cream to his stubble.

Toji is wearing a loose tank top that shows off the bulging muscles in his big arms and his defined pecs, and a pair of gray sweatpants - a supposedly thoughtless combination that he pulled out of his closet, but he is more than aware of the effect this look has on you.

You stifle a snort as you notice him subtly flexing his muscles, obviously enticing you to admire them.

You instruct him to stay still as you hold a sharp tool against his face - but as predicted, the insufferably touchy man grabs at your waist, massages your thighs, playfully pinches your sides - the asshole that he is, he wants to see you squirm and hear you yelp.

"I'm gonna accidentally cut you if you don't keep your hands to yourself," you grumble, trying to slap his hands away and rolling your eyes when they don't bulge from where they rest. "Seriously. Control yourself."

"Can you blame me?" Toji counters, his grin all smug and mischief glinting in his forest green eyes as he cocks his head, "I like it when you take care of me."

As if to further prove that statement, his arms wrap around the back of your knees, holding onto them in a stone grip. Your mouth falls open to scold him again, but the warmth of his touch makes you close it and go soft. Bastard.

“Y’know, you're not bad at this," he chimes in, raising a brow at you, "you've done this for other men before?"

"Oh yeah, just last week for boyfriend number two."

Toji grunts, mouth pressed into a flat frown.

"Not funny."

"You're the one who asked a stupid question," you sing, nodding in his direction. "Besides, I should ask if I'm the first one to do this for you."

"You are,” he immediately replies, "wouldn't let anyone else get that close to my face with that thing."

You hum, "So you trust me. How sweet."

He grunts, again. You're pretty close to making fun of his dad noises.

"Do you actually not like my stubble?"

"It tickles and burns when you kiss me."

"You'd get over it."

"I'll stop kissing you if you keep it."

"…You don't mean that."

"You know I do."

Once he missed picking up Megumi from daycare because he fell asleep in front of the TV; so you, as petty as you are, decided to deprive him of all hugs and kisses, and walked away the moment he approached you, tried to reach out and pull you into the confines of his strong arms. You managed to last a week before your resolve crumbled. You blame the fact that you were ovulating during that week and the dejected looks he kept giving you.

Averting his eyes to the side, he gestures to you with a wave, "Aren't y'supposed to love me the way I am?"

"Sure, but my love grows even stronger when I can kiss you without any damage."

“So I’m harming you with that? Way to make me feel bad, I liked the look.”

"Grown man," you mumble under your breath, moving his head to the other side with a bit more force than probably needed - but still careful, of course. "Be glad that I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, you'd probably walk around with a full beard."

At that he squints his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?"

"You'd look too much like a man."

His nose scrunches up, the corners of his mouth drop down - that's his grumpy face.

"What's that supposed to mean? I am a man."

"Yeah, my handsome, pretty man who doesn't have a beard that will give me a bad rash.”

A huff leaves him, only emphasizing his grumbling.

"...Whatever."

His head tilts, allowing you to carefully run the razor across the lower part of his face and the underside of his chiselled jaw. He leans into your touch, letting himself be vulnerable despite the supposed simplicity of the task.

You know what it means to be able to do that to him. It's not as insignificant as it might seem at first.

A few seconds of silence go by, but then, "Can I kiss you now?”

So needy.

When you first started seeing each other, Toji was all cocky and nonchalant, but when you finally got together, he started clinging to you, following you around like a lost puppy who refuses to let you out of his sight. It's endearing, you suppose - especially since you (and everyone else) didn't expect him to act this way.

"I'm not done yet."

All of a sudden he leans back to free himself from your grasp and get out of your reach, now holding both your wrists in his calloused palms as he stares directly into your eyes, forcing you into a silent debate. Finally, you let out a tired sigh, though you can't stop a grin from tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Okay, just one quick ki-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the plush of his lips meets yours and you melt into each other, not even noticing the shaving cream on his face transfer to yours. Instead of pushing him away this time, you instinctively deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him nibble on your lower lip until he slowly pulls away.

His mouth twitches as he opens his eyes and zeroes in on a certain spot. A finger comes up to your face, wipes something away, and then shows the shaving cream on it that came from your face.

"Want me to shave your stubble too?"

The slap you give his broad shoulder doesn't move him a millimeter, but it makes him shake with laughter.

"Shut up."

[punkkture]

does anyone else ever want to be a pornstar for simon riley ???

simon is coming home from the store one day, you had asked him to go grab a couple things you forgot you needed to cook dinner with— and when the front door opens, youre too lost in your own world to hear it. his heavy footsteps up the stairs go unnoticed, and only when it’s too late do you notice him walking through the doorway.

your phone in your hands, legs spread, whining to yourself and trying to mimick the feeling simon can derive from you when his fingers are deep inside you. its not the same. even if the little puddle on the bedding says otherwise.

the second you notice his presence you flip the phone down, squeeze your legs shut, and your palm slaps tight over that mouth that was just making such lewd noises.

simon chuckles because of course he does. thats funny. this is funny to him. his missus really thought she could get off to something other than him? its amusing.

“baby, you gotta start locking the door and goin’ to the bathroom if this is really what you wanna do . .” he would retort to you, walking over to the bed.

his hand grabs for your phone as youre still trying to steady your breathing. but he already knows what’s going on. theres no point in hiding it. “simon i- i really-“

he cuts you off, “lets see what you were watchin’ hm?” and thats what makes your heart kind of sink. simon flips the screen back over and his eyes widen only a little bit, its all in amusement.

you whine in embarrassment as your face turns red, squeezing your fatty thighs together even more. waiting for him to humiliate you, which he inevitably does. it was some pretty dirty stuff you had been watching, something you would probably never have told him you actually watched. a little homemade video a couple had filmed. it wasnt anything rougher than what simon has already put you through . . but the guy kept shoving the camera in the girls face. wet slaps being heard as he bullied his cock into the girl from behind. you could see him lean forward to get a perfect view of the girls fucked out face— was that what drew you to it?

“were you trying to picture this happening to yourself, sweetie?” he teases with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. he wasnt mad at all, getting home and seeing you like this, all ready for him, he loved it. “you a little exhibitionist?” he continued to tease until you nodded. it was always easy to be honest with him.

your face so red at the idea of being caught. you know he would never genuinely make fun of you— it didn’t make it any less embarrassing however.

but simon seeing the expression on your face and the redness that had overtaken it, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“theres no need to be so shy, baby” he muses to you. turning the phone off and throwing it somewhere in the bed as he crawls up to you. all the way until those pretty eyes of yours he loved so much were staring up at him as he rested between your legs he spread back open. “dont worry . . ‘m not mad at you for this. just a little . . curious now.” his frame leans down as your hands instinctively go to softly rest on his muscled shoulders. “you thinking of being a little pornstar arent you? you want to be on film with your face all blushed, doing pretty things for the camera?” he teases in a light tone, his warm lips already kissing at your neck.

it only took him another five minutes before he was the one laying down against the headboard with you between his legs. your face near his jeans as his right hand carded through your hair sweetly and lazily. in his other hand, he held his phone—camera turned on and pointing at you.

“say hi, sweetheart,” he mused with a smirk, watching your face through the camera. simon’s warm palm and fingers brushing against your face every so often when he was carding through your hair made you feel more comfortable. he reminded you it was just the two of you before all this started. he praised you with a pat on the cheek when a gentle ‘hi’ was heard from your mouth.

“open your mouth and let the camera see that pretty tongue of yours” he spoke. his eyes watching you intently though the camera screen. your wet mouth opening and tongue sticking out. warm strings of spit coating your tongue and dripping down onto the bulge in his pants.

thats all it took for him to instruct you to unbuckle his belt and pull him out of his jeans. soft praises mumbled the entire time you did. simon let out a sigh when you finally held him in your hands.

god he wanted nothing more that to bury himself in that little mouth of yours. his right hand went back to your hair. leaning you down closer to his aching and leaking cock. you didnt think you had ever seen it this needy before. a clear glistening streak of warm precum was already sliding down his thick shaft. the tip was red and needy, like he had never fucked you before.

“open up, baby . . . gotta show the camera how good you are,” he coaxed gently. “lets see how far that pretty little mouth can take me, hm?” he asked as he pulled your head closer to him.

your tongue came out to lick up the drips of precum he had been leaking. warm, open mouth kisses along the length of him. going back to his base and licking a wet stripe all the way up until your puffy lips wrapped around his tip. sucking in any more of the salty essence he was leaking. your eyes flicking up to him and seeing only his mouth agape with soft groans as he held his phone camera up to film you.

the way simon’s fingers were digging into your scalp let you know that he was going to get more from you soon— and he sure did.

your lips covered and coated in spit as his hand bobbed you up and down on his thick cock. your eyes watering from the pressure of him hitting the back of your throat over and over again. gags and squelching noises intertwining with his harsh groans and puffs of breath. your hair falling in your face a little bit as his motions got sloppy. his hips now rutting up to meet your mouth even though he was already shoving you down onto him. your nose pressing against his abdomen as you gagged roughly around him. he kept you there for a good couple of seconds, rutting his hips up into you. your eyes squeezing shut from the pressure of him reaching the deep part of your throat. he moaned and hissed in a breath at the feeling of your gummy throat pressing up against his sensitive tip.

he pulled you up and off of him. a gag coming from you as a little bit of spit and cum dripped off of your coated tongue. only slightly being able to taste his release since he had finished so deeply in the back of your throat. your lips were puffy. spit and cum just caked down your chin and neck. covering the entirety of his cock and pelvis. streaks of black mascara and eyeliner streaking down your cheeks. you were just so messy.

simon chuckled breathlessly at the sight of you. he leaned up, grabbed your jaw and cheeks with his big hand, making sure to get his camera right up in your face.

“pretty baby so messy for the camera . . . say ‘ahh’ let them see.” the way he spoke, you could tell he was restless and out of breath at the same time.

parting your lips and sticking your tongue out— coated in his release and a little glob of your spit stringing down and kissing his overstimulated tip that was right under you. keeping your hazy and teary eyes on the camera lens for him. he patted your cheek, turning the video off.

“good baby . . . such a good baby.”

quick little thought i had to get out lolz

[bbearthyy]

JJ Maybank is a Mama’s boy

* CW: dom!reader, sub!jj, mommy kink, handcuffs, blindfold, using a gag? i dunno how to word that, sex toys (plug, cock ring), overstim?, edging, use of safe word, aftercare *

Everyone knew it. The pogues did, the kooks did, his boss, the cops, all of OBX knew that JJ didn’t take shit from no one…except his Mama.

“Jackson James Maybank get your ass over here now!” The boy froze, wincing as he knew he’d been caught. The boys had promised that they wouldn’t go fishing this morning, the shop was closed for the day and they were all supposed to sleep in and relax. So one can imagine how pissed the girls were when they woke up to empty beds. You stood on the porch, arms crossed, between Sarah and Cleo; Kie stood in the doorway giggling behind you. The three of you giving your boys the meanest looks you could muster.

John B was the first to surrender, walking up to Sarah and gathering her in his arms. “Mornin’ pretty girl.” He walked inside, knowing that he’d be forgiven as soon as he got between her thighs.

Pope went next, slightly more hesitant. Giving Cleo a shy smile he wrapped his arms around her waist, “‘M sorry baby,” he mumbled, hiding his face in her neck. “Peer pressure y’know.” The girl sighed, pulling her boyfriend inside, already folding.

Kie held in her laugh as she watched JJ, clearly scared to see his girls angry face, walking as slow as possible towards the porch with his head down. She walked towards the shop, going to check inventory, shouting to JJ on her way past, “Good luck Jayj!”

When he finally made his way to you he was tense, bottom lip trembling, tears already pooling on his lash line. “Mama-,” he begin, reeling back as if he’d been hit when you immediately cut him off. “Don’t, ” you began, tone biting, “Bad boys don’t get to talk to me. Go inside and sit on our bed. I want you naked by the time I make it in there.” The boy began scurrying inside, trying to save his ass as he went, “Mama please it was John B’s idea I swear!” But you didn’t care to hear it.

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JJ cried, trying his hardest to apologize to you through the gag. He couldn’t see you, eyes shielded with the blindfold, but he could feel you watching him. The two of you had been in your bedroom for the past three hours now, and you hadn’t let JJ cum once. He was getting desperate, legs trembling and kicking all over the bed, trying to pull away from the overstimulation. After multiple hand jobs, and almost an entire hour of fingering, you’d left him. (You hadn’t actually, you were sitting on the dresser at the end of the bed, watching closely if he needed to tap out) His arms were handcuffed to the bed frame, wrists red and no doubt bruising from how hard he was pulling on the restraints. He had a bandana over his eyes as a blindfold, a similar one in his mouth to gag him. A plug pressed deep into him, all 7 inches of it making him feel so full. You’d put a cock ring on him as well, vibrating on the lowest setting, though it still felt like torture.

You watched silently, biting down the urge to praise him, to pet his legs gently and press them onto the bed, to assure him that he was almost done. But this was a punishment, and you weren’t going to indulge. Suddenly, his legs stop kicking, instead curling up into his chest. He’s stopped trying to speak through the gag, and is now shaking his head repeatedly. You tilt your head, watching him closely but still not speaking, when it happens. He starts snapping the fingers on his right hand quickly, his nonverbal safe word, and if you could tell anything by the swiftness of it, he needed out now.

You were quick to grab the remote for the cock ring, turning it off immediately and swiftly but gently removing it as you began speaking, crawling over his body to straddle him as you go to remove all of his restraints. “It’s okay baby, sh sh sh, Mama’s right here. Hold on sweet boy lemme get you down. Take deep breaths.” JJ was falling into subdrop, and he was falling fast. As soon as you pulled the gag out of his mouth he was crying out, “MAMA!” You snatched the blindfold off next, quickly unlocking the handcuffs as your baby cried. As soon as the cuffs came loose he flew into your arms, burying his face into your chest as he sobbed, struggling to breath. “No more mama, n’ more please. Ah- I can’t mommy i’m sorry, ’m sorry, ’m s’rry.”

You removed your shirt and bra, knowing he’s going to need that skin on skin contact. Pulling him into your lap and against your chest, you mumble out constant praises, gently rocking him side to side. “It’s alright baby boy, you’re okay. Hush now little one. We’re all done. No more Jay. Just breathe. Deep deep breaths. Mama’s right here.” He nestled into your chest, mouth moving over your right nipple as he began to suck, his right hand coming up to hold your left breast, soothing himself. “Do you wanna cum baby? Mama’ll make it quick.” You weren’t surprised to see him shake his head no, he usually denied an orgasm if he had to tap out, feeling too worn out to want it anymore.

“You still have the plug in, honey, do you want me to take it out?” Your comment seems to remind him that it was there in the first place, his shoulders tensing, before he shakes his head ‘no’. His eye lids flutter shut, body fully relaxing against yours as he soothes. He trusts his Mama, and knowing that you’ll take care of him is the last thought he has, smiling softly around the breast in his mouth as he falls asleep.

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-

[supernovafics]

completed series masterlist

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 6k words

warnings:  explicit language, established relationship, lots and lots of fluff, a tiny bit of angst, smut (18+), unprotected piv sex

summary: you and steve get to spend the weekend together 

author's note: this takes place about six ish months from the epilogue of this series. you don’t really need to have read everything to read this, just know that actor!steve and reader are dating and have been for the past six months, and reader works in film (production/behind the scenes stuff)🫡🫡🫡 this whole thing turned out to be so much longer than i expected omg but i was really missing actor!steve and star of the show so yeah this happened! enjoy<3333

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BONUS | ❝𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅❞

You were practically jumping into Steve’s arms when he exited the car, not even giving him a chance to grab his bag from the trunk before you were hugging him tightly. 

The soft and happy laugh he emitted in response to your antics made you smile into his neck.   

“God, I’ve missed you.”

His arms tightened around you. “I’ve missed you too.” 

You two stayed just like that for a bit, simply savoring the feeling of finally being in each other’s arms after two and a half months of not having that. Until the cold was hitting you and the red knit sweater you were wearing and Steve’s arms wrapped around you were sadly not enough to keep you warm. 

Reluctantly, you pulled out of the embrace and looked up at him. “Okay, it’s freezing out here. Let’s go inside.”

Steve nodded as he went to grab his bag from the trunk of his Uber; a small suitcase that made sense for this weekend trip to the small town that was an hour away from where the documentary you’d been working on as a producer for the last few months was filming in upstate New York. 

“Does the inside actually match the pictures on the website?” Steve asked as his free hand found yours and the two of you walked up the small path that led to the house you rented for the weekend. 

“Surprisingly yes,” You answered, about to open the front door, but then you remembered something that had somehow slipped your mind in the last few minutes; which actually made sense because being with Steve always managed to do that to you. You stopped walking before you pushed open the door and looked up at him. “Oh, okay, so I kinda fucked up.”  

He gave you a confused look. “What happened?”

“It was really cold in the house when I first got here a couple hours ago, so I turned on the heat,” You started and Steve nodded along to your words. “But, it’s broken or something because when I tried to turn it down, it didn’t work and it won’t turn off, so it’s… pretty warm inside.” 

“Oh, okay, that’s fine,” He said with a quick shrug, completely underestimating just how bad it was because you were downplaying the entire situation. “I thought you were gonna say you flooded the place or something.”

You finally pushed open the front door and let Steve walk in first, taking note of his reaction as he was hit with the heat and immediately went to pull his jacket off. 

He raised an eyebrow at you. “‘Pretty warm’?” 

“I know. I’m sorry,” You said as you pushed the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows. “I called the lady that owns the place and she said that she can send her brother over tomorrow to fix it.”

Aside from the heat, the place was nice. You gave him a quick tour of the small space; well, only the parts that mattered— the living room that didn’t have a TV but you already had your laptop set up on the coffee table, the kitchen that was actually the perfect size for the meal that you two would be cooking later, the backyard patio that had a fire pit that you quickly told Steve would be perfect for making smores. 

And then there was your bedroom on the second floor. It wasn’t until you were closed behind the door of the room that Steve finally kissed you, spinning you around as you were pointing at the door that led to the bathroom and slotting his lips against yours. 

You knew why he had waited, and why you had put it off too— that first kiss after being apart for so long was never just a kiss; it always quickly led to more and you both hated having to interrupt it. 

You yelped in surprise before instinctively melting into your boyfriend’s touch. His hands were cupping your face so tenderly that it didn’t even bother you how cold they were; in fact, you found it as a nice contrast from the heat that took over the entire house.  

Steve guided you back toward the nicely made bed and then softly pushed you down so that you were lying on it, breaking the kiss. You wasted no time in pulling your sweater up and over your head and tossing it somewhere in the room, leaving you in your black bra. You felt near desperate to get Steve out of the long sleeve he was wearing too, but before you could make any move to do so he was leaning over you and kissing you again. 

Your fingers slipped into the belt loops of the dark jeans he was wearing and pulled him firmly against you. Feeling his hardness pressed against your thigh made you softly whine into the kiss and the quiet groan Steve let out in response sounded like music to your ears. 

He grinded against you roughly and your hips bucked upward at every one of his movements, trying to feel anything through your jeans. You suddenly wished that you had opted for wearing the skirt that you had ultimately decided to save for later. 

With a particularly rough stir of his hips, you moaned into his mouth and your hands shot up to find their home in his hair.  

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled against your lips. 

You hummed in confusion. “For what?”

His mouth found your neck, nipping harshly at your collarbone and making you mewl. “I really don’t wanna take my time with you right now.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Good, because I don’t want you to either.”

Clothes were shed and littered on the floor in a matter of what felt like seconds. Your head fell back against one of the pillows and Steve settled comfortably on top of you and between your spread legs, his body enveloping yours completely. You two didn’t even bother getting under the blanket; it was too hot to do so anyway.  

The feeling of his cock pressed against your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you needed it to be, made you moan and you could feel yourself dripping at the thought of what was to come. You needed him badly and right now. 

As if reading your mind, Steve positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside of you; your wetness making it easy for him to fill you up completely in one swift movement that made you both gasp. 

Your mind effectively became a pile of mush, but you still were coherent enough to reach up and give his hair the soft tugs that you knew he loved. It made him groan and his thrusts started to pick up speed, not taking things slow just like he said. 

It was the pent up frustration and build up from not having been with each other in person that made you both practically feral for each other. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so much. Your pussy always feels so good. Takes me so fucking well. Shit, fuck. I love you. I love you so, so much.” Steve’s rambling was a given in moments like these. 

It was always this “hello” sex or subsequent “goodbye” sex where he would ramble on and on about how much he loved you and how perfect you were. His words came out quick and rushed as if they’d been living inside of him for so long and they were finally able to burst out. 

You became pretty much the opposite in these moments, mind running on autopilot as you took everything he was giving you. It was always so hard to form coherent sentences when all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. 

“Shit, I’m not gonna last long, honey,” Steve said. His hand had a near-bruising grip on your hip as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside of you with every thrust. 

“I don’t care,” You told him, finding your voice. “I need you to cum inside me, Steve. Please.”

His hand moved from your hip and snaked between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles against the sensitive nub to bring you there with him. You let out the loudest moan and clenched around his cock in response and it abruptly sent him over the edge. He came inside you with a groan and a surprised “fuck,” hand finding and squeezing your hip once again. The feeling of his cum painting your walls nearly made you burst with him. 

He buried his face in your neck and you could feel his racing heart against your chest and it made you smile, it also made you want to kiss him. You turned your head a little, pressing a kiss into his hair, but it wasn’t enough for you. 

You gave Steve a little nudge and he lifted his head, looking at you curiously. 

“Let me kiss you,” You told him and he smiled as he leaned in and you closed the rest of the small bit of distance between you two. It was slow and languid, a surprisingly nice contrast from how rushed and intense everything had been a few minutes ago. 

When you felt sated, you pulled back. “Okay, let’s go shower.”

“No, no, wait,” Steve said, lifting off of you a bit. You should’ve known what was coming; Steve hated finishing before you— although, you didn’t really care that much because it never happened that often anyway, and honestly when it did happen you found it quite endearing. But, there was no way that he’d let you get up in this moment without making you come. 

His middle finger found your clit again and you couldn’t help but let out the softest whine and clench around his cock that was still inside you as he started slowly circling the bundle of nerves. “Need you to come for me, baby, okay?”

Your eyes fell shut and you were nodding immediately. “Mm, okay.”

You felt him kiss your cheek and then his mouth was right at your ear as his finger started moving faster and you were bucking your hips upward to feel more. “God, you look so perfect spread out for me like this. Be a good girl and come for me.”

You’d already been close so it didn’t take long for you to come around his softening cock, especially with the soft praises he was giving you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Steve.” He continued stroking your clit through your orgasm, not pulling away until he could tell that you were becoming too overstimulated. 

“Okay,” He said, lips pressing against yours in the softest kiss. “Now we can shower.”

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You and Steve were really good at long distance— texts and calls and FaceTimes were always frequent and you never went a day without talking to each other, even if it was just a quick conversation— but nothing would ever beat seeing each other in person. The last time was a couple of months ago when you had a few days free and you went back to Los Angeles to see him. It was great, but felt so short, and it already slightly saddened you that this weekend would be the same thing. 

Steve was making grabby hands at you the second you two stepped into the cool shower. 

“Hey, hey, no funny business right now,” You said, playfully swatting his hands away as you pulled the curtain closed. “We need to make this shower quick because there’s this outdoor Fall market thing I want us to go to. It’s like a five-minute walk from here.” 

He pressed a soft kiss against your neck and then gave you a curious look. “Is that a good idea?”

You two were still navigating how to be in public with one another and how to make it work; and if it would even be possible to make it work in the way you wanted it to. You really didn’t want to get pulled into the spotlight and Steve was completely understanding of that, so staying in when you two were together wasn’t uncommon to either of you. And it had yet to feel like a huge deal because when you two only had a few days to spend with each other at a time, going out wasn’t on either of your minds. However, these current circumstances felt pretty different because of where you two were.

You pulled back a little and let your arms come up to circle his neck, your hands finding home in the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Yeah, we don’t have to worry here, this is such a small town and a paparazzi-free zone. I promise.”

“Okay,” He nodded, and then his eyes fell shut as you softly started stroking his hair. “So, what do they have at this Fall market thing?”

“I only quickly drove past it so I don’t really know,” You told him. “But, I did see a hot chocolate stand and we have to get that.” 

“Mm, that sounds good.”

“Oh, oh, oh, that reminds me, did you bring me chocolate from San Francisco?” You asked, smiling up at him. 

His eyes opened then and he smiled back at you. “Of course, it’s in my suitcase.”

“God, I love you,” You tilted your head upward to give his lips a quick peck. “We should probably take it out soon and put it in the fridge because of how hot it is.”

 “I’ll grab it after this,” Steve said and you nodded. 

You were the one to pull out of his arms and force you two to do what you were supposed to be doing in a shower, and five minutes later, you both were clean but neither of you made any move to turn off the water. Instead, Steve was turned away from you and you were softly running your finger across his back, doing a sort of connect the dots with the few freckles and moles that were littered across his skin. It would be pretty safe to say that you two were using the shower as a way to cool down from the heat that was taking over the entire house. And although you had proclaimed that this needed to be a quick shower, you didn’t mind wasting a few more minutes in it with Steve. 

“Hey,” He said softly and you hummed in response to let him know that you were listening. “I think that I’m gonna turn down the role for the movie that’s filming in Toronto in January.” 

You abruptly stopped tracing random patterns on his back. “What? Really?”

At first, he simply nodded in answer, and then you poked him a couple times so that he would turn and face you. 

“Yeah, I’m not really into the script or the role that much. And it also would overlap for two weeks with the next thing I’m gonna do in Europe. Those producers said that they can make this overlap work, but I don’t know, I just don’t really want to do the one in Toronto, anyway,” He told you, and then his hands settled on your bare waist. “Plus, if I don’t do it, then that means we’ll get three uninterrupted months together in LA instead of just having December.” 

You tried not to let yourself get too excited at the idea of things working out like that. Once the documentary finished, you wouldn’t have anything big planned until you worked as the Assistant Director on Jessie’s, your good friend’s, next film that was starting in three months. Your plan in the meantime was to go home to Los Angeles and just take a break until then; maybe help out on some local projects here and there because it was hard to completely push your mind away from working. Now knowing that Steve would also be home the entire time made the thought of actually taking a break sound nice.

You gave him a look in this moment, though, because it was impossible for you to not think logically about this too. “You’re not really doing this just for that last reason, right?”

If his answer was yes, you were ready to launch into an explanation about how he didn’t need to do that just so you two could spend more time together. Your schedules had already aligned perfectly and you two would get to spend the holidays together— and that felt lucky and great in itself— so he didn’t need to turn down roles he wanted just so you two could have more moments like this one. You’d been making it work these last six months and you knew that you’d continue to make this relationship work without either of you having to make any crazy sacrifices just yet. 

“No, I meant all of that other stuff,” Steve told you, wrapping his arms around you completely and pulling you closer. “Things were entirely different before you and before us. I used to like taking every role that I was offered because I wanted to stay busy and because I hated taking breaks between projects. But now I don’t wanna work all the time and take roles that aren’t that interesting just to stay busy. Especially not when not doing the movie or whatever else means I get to spend that time with you instead.”

It was honestly really endearing seeing how things were shifting for him because of you and your relationship; it was also a little scary. 

“And you’re completely sure about this?”

Steve didn’t hesitate to nod. “A thousand percent.”

You let yourself accept his words then, knowing that he was telling you the truth.

“Y’know, this means that we’ll finally get a chance to get sick of each other instead of constantly missing each other,” You said, playfully poking his side.

Steve laughed a little. “That’ll be a nice change.”

It was a possibility, but neither of you could actually see that happening, you couldn’t imagine growing sick of him. 

You had wanted to keep things fairly PG, but it was too hard not to kiss him in this moment; threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him close to you, chest to chest and hands grabbing at your hips. He guided you back to the wall of the shower and softly pressed you against the white tile. You could feel his half-hard cock twitch against where it was pressed to your lower stomach and you suddenly felt so close to telling him to fuck you against the wall. 

Before you could beg or even simply ask for that, Steve was pulling away from your mouth and pressing his forehead against yours with a soft breath. “Remember when this was supposed to be a quick shower?”

He was being the logical one in this moment and you were simultaneously happy and annoyed about it. 

You nodded. “Sadly yes.”

Steve moved away from you completely, finally turning off the water and pushing the curtain to the side to grab the towels that you two had hanging up. He wrapped one around your shoulders and then grabbed the other one for himself and wrapped it around his waist. 

You readjusted your towel and before he stepped out of the shower you grabbed his attention with a soft, “Hey.”

You held up your pinky and then continued. “I know you said that you didn’t even want to take this role anyway, but promise me that if there is something that you do really like and wanna do or even like a little or whatever, you won’t turn it down for me and because of us, okay?” 

You weren’t entirely sure why you felt the need to say that in this moment, to remind him that you two would always figure out how to make things work despite all of your guys’ work stuff, but it felt important to. 

He nodded as he lifted his hand and linked his pinky with yours. “I promise.”

“Remember, I take these very seriously, Steven,” You said, smiling up at him. 

“I know,” He said, a small smile on his face, and he was the one to kiss you that time around.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

The hot chocolate was warm in your hands and it felt so nice that it made you not want to drink anymore of it yet; it was still a bit too hot anyway. 

You and Steve were settled on a random bench in the park where the market was happening. After an hour of walking around and buying a few things, you two were away from the busyness of the little shops and stands that took over the park and the hordes of people; it had ended up being more crowded than you had expected it to be.

You looked up at Steve and his beanie-covered head. “You do like the candle, right?”

“Yes, I do,” He answered. “It smells really nice. And you made a very compelling case about smelling it in my place when we’re together and doing fun holiday stuff in December so that really sold it for me.”

You could imagine that probably too easily, and that was exactly what you had told Steve. The cinnamon and vanilla scent perfectly defined Fall and Winter in your eyes and it was nice to think about the cozy smell taking over his apartment in LA as you two spent the holidays together for the first time; watching Christmas movies and baking cookies because why not? The thought of doing that, and especially doing it with Steve, warmed your heart. You hadn’t done anything like that in what felt like forever. Instead, you had always figured out a way to busy yourself with work during that time, knowing that you’d just feel lonely otherwise. Now things were very different.

“I can’t wait for that,” You told Steve softly.

He switched his hot chocolate to one hand so that he could wrap an arm around you. “Me too.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your cold nose and then your lips. Before either of you could make the kiss deeper than the chaste peck that it was, your phone started ringing in the pocket of your coat. 

Reluctantly, you pulled back from Steve and fished your phone out of your pocket. When you saw Jackson’s contact name on your screen, you were quickly both annoyed and worried. He was the director of the documentary and technically your boss, but the entire small crew felt more like family at this point, so that made you feel more inclined to answer the call. 

You sighed, looking away from your phone still ringing, and up at Steve. “I told him that I wouldn’t be available this weekend and he said he’d only call if it was something really important so…”

“It’s okay. Take it,” Steve told you and you gave him a small smile before swiping to answer the call and standing up from the bench. 

For the next ten minutes, Steve watched you on the phone a few feet away, pacing back and forth as you talked because it was too hard for you to be still when you were on a call, especially an abrupt work one. He found you so goddamn adorable; the furrow of your eyebrows and how you’d chew on your lip or become fixated on something as you talked and listened. In this moment, it was the hot chocolate in your hand.  

He loved how serious you got about work, it reminded him of himself in a lot of ways, and he also loved that he got to see both sides of you. The side that happily became consumed by work, and the not-so-serious side where you and he would talk about anything and everything that didn’t involve work. He vividly remembered one night in his bed when you went on the longest tangent about early 2000s music. It was so random and a little weird, but it only made him fall deeper and harder for you. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked you once you were sitting back next to him on the bench and your phone was pocketed away in your jacket again. 

“Yeah, now it’s fine, thank god. Jackson was freaking out because one of the parents wanted to pull her kid out of the entire thing, which would fuck up pretty much everything we’ve been doing for the past few months because she’s one of the main kids that we’ve been following at this performing arts school. According to Jackson, I’m the best at talking to the parents so he put me on a call with the mom, and I managed to convince her to be back on board with everything— I reminded her about how much exposure the documentary is gonna give the school, and in turn her daughter, and she was really happy about that. Apparently, she was getting annoyed that the cameras haven’t been “following them enough” lately, which I think actually has been true, but it’s only because one of the other girls is having more interesting stuff happening right now or something. I don’t really know. But, I told her that that camera time doesn’t really matter because everyone’s gonna get the same amount of screen time in the final cut; which might actually be kind of a lie, I don’t know…” You trailed off with a sigh when you realized how long you’d been talking. “Sorry, now I’m just rambling about nonsense.”

Steve shook his head, smiling at you. “No, I think it’s cute when you ramble about work.”

You two were on the same page about that; there was something about hearing his work stories that had yet to get old to you too. Whether it be about random castmate drama or filming delays, or even stuff outside of filming— like interviews that actually ended up being fun, or ones that had one too many awkward questions— you loved hearing about it all, and Steve was a really great storyteller. 

“If I ever mention wanting to work on something that will involve kids and their parents again, please remind me of this annoying moment,” You said and Steve nodded amusingly at your request. “Oh, and I stress-drank my entire hot chocolate during that phone call, which sucks because I wanted to savor it.” 

“Let’s get you another one and then head back to our sauna for the rest of the night.” 

You laughed at his joke and then nodded. “Solid idea, Harrington.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

It was barely nine o’clock when you and Steve fell asleep. You two had cooked a quick meal in the kitchen when you made it back from the park and then promptly ended up in bed, watching a movie with your laptop opened up next to you two because the living room couch wasn’t as comfortable as you thought it would be. 

You two were not even halfway through the movie— some random rom-com that was the first thing you saw when you went to Netflix— when you fell asleep. It was early, but it made sense; Steve had had a long flight from where he had just finished filming in San Francisco and you hadn’t been getting more than five hours of sleep lately because of work.

You honestly didn’t expect to wake up until late in the morning, after you successfully caught up on all the sleep you’d been missing lately with Steve right next to you; you’d come to have the best sleep ever when he was with you. So, when you randomly woke up in the middle of the night, it was because you didn’t feel him next to you. Despite how hot it was in the house, you remembered his arms had been wrapped around you when you fell asleep.

You sleepily opened your eyes and noticed Steve standing in front of his opened suitcase in the corner of the room with his phone pressed to his ear. He was shirtless and had one hand slipped in the pocket of the basketball shorts he was wearing. You were pretty much dressed the same, only in a tank top and a pair of small pajama shorts because it was pretty impossible to wear anything else in the warm house. 

“We’ll figure it out…” Steve said and then you heard him sigh. “She’s sleeping now, so I’ll tell her when she wakes up… Yeah, uh-huh, okay. Bye.”

The call ended and you saw him slip his phone into the pocket of his shorts and then he sighed again, it was a longer and more annoyed-sounding one that time. 

“Tell me what?” You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, the sheet covering your body slipped down as you moved, but you didn’t mind. 

Steve turned to you and gave you a smile that even in the darkness that took over the bedroom you could see didn’t reach his eyes. You turned on the small lamp that sat on the nightstand next to you to bring some light to the room. 

“Okay, don’t be mad…” He pulled out his phone again as he walked over to sit back next to you on the bed and then handed over his phone. 

The first thing you saw was the headline— Steve Harrington Spotted with Mystery Girl in New York. You scrolled down and there were a series of pictures of you and him at the park; laughing, smiling, smelling a candle at the candle stand, and your hot chocolates in hand moments after you’d gotten them. It felt weird seeing yourself like that; invasive. It was exactly what you didn’t want to happen.

The remaining bit of tiredness you felt was quickly wiped away and you shook your head. “Oh, oh, fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“That’s not true,” You heard Steve say as you still looked at his phone. 

“Yes, I definitely am. I should’ve known this would happen. Why did I think that just because this is a small town, you’d be able to be normal for a couple days?” Now that you were saying it out loud you knew just how stupid that assumption had been, and you were actually surprised that you hadn’t realized that sooner, or that Steve hadn’t called you out on it. “Was that Tom on the phone?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah.”

“What did he say?”

“First, he was pissed that he had to find out this way; it was very ‘blindsiding,’ and as my publicist, he should’ve known this huge thing. But, he’s glad that it’s at least you because he likes you,” Steve said and you nodded along to his words. “Second, he wants to know what we want to do about it because there are a bunch of other articles coming out calling you my girlfriend and trying to figure out who you are, and also calling Tom and asking for comments and confirmations and all of that stuff.”

The wheels in your brain were already turning, trying to figure out what to do now that the initial shock had worn off. Your eyes were still solely focused on Steve’s phone because maybe the answer would hit you if you kept staring at the picture of him smiling at you as you took what had been the first sip of your hot chocolate. 

Steve kept going when you were quiet for too long. “Tom said that the pictures aren’t too ‘romantic-looking,’ so he can put denials out if we want.”

You still couldn’t figure out what to say. Your mind was moving a million miles a second but not one coherent thought or solution or anything was forming. 

Steve spoke again after a few moments. “I’m really sorry about all of this.” 

That made you finally look at him; he was leaning back against the headboard and pushing a hand through his hair. “What? Why are you sorry?”

“Because I know this is the opposite of what you wanted to happen.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but it’s not your fault,” You told him, placing his phone down on the bed and scooching closer to him. “At all.”

You didn’t want to get pulled into the spotlight, but it was pretty much inevitable, you were finally realizing now. Being with Steve meant that. There was really no way around it, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized that it was kind of surprising that this actually hadn’t happened sooner.

“Whatever you want to do about this, we can do it,” Steve told you, pulling you out of your thoughts with a reassuring hand squeeze. “I’m used to the bullshit pap stuff and articles talking about me, but you’re not, so we could deny this and forget it happened.”

Maybe he was right and you two could forget about it for now, but something like this was bound to happen again. Steve was only becoming a bigger actor— which made sense because he was insanely good, and you loved telling him that and watching him turn a little red and playfully roll his eyes at you whenever you did.

It meant that more eyes would be on him, so what were the options? Lie and hide your relationship forever? Never go out in public with him again? 

That sounded a thousand times worse than what this article and whatever the other ones were already saying about you and him. 

“I don’t think we should deny it,” You told Steve as you moved even closer to him and settled in his lap, knees on either side of him. “This was bound to happen sooner or later, right? So, maybe it’s okay that it happened now.” 

His warm hands found your hips immediately, slipping in the space where your tank top had ridden up and touching your bare skin. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” You nodded and a part of you wanted to simply leave it at that, but then you continued. “We could deny this and forget about it, but something like this is just gonna happen again.” A playful smile tugged at your lips. “Also, it would probably get really annoying keeping us a secret because I don’t know if you know this, but I love you and I’m planning to be with you for a really, really, really long time.” 

Steve matched your smile. “I do know that, but I also really love hearing it.” 

Your hands came up then, settling on his bare shoulders and then moving to the hair at the nape of his neck. You leaned in, brushing your nose against his and his head tilted upward, closing the final bit of distance between you two. 

The kiss was soft and teasing. Steve’s arms circled around you completely and he pulled you impossibly close to him. You let out a soft sound into his mouth at the feel of your chest brushing against his, the only thing that separated you two was the thin black fabric of your shirt.  

He thumbed at the strap of the tank top for a quick second before slipping it off your shoulder, mouth and tongue still solely focused on you as he did so. 

You finally found it in you to pull away after a moment and you met Steve’s eyes and the small pout quickly taking over his features. “Shouldn’t you be texting Tom?”

He shrugged as if that was the absolute last thing on his mind at this moment; you were pretty certain that you knew what the first thing was. “I’ll do it in the morning.”

You decided against questioning and teasing him further and instead whispered a soft, “Okay,” before leaning in to slot your lips against his once again. 

It didn’t matter that the text hadn’t been sent yet, and it also wouldn’t really matter if it wasn’t sent tomorrow or the day after that. Because it wouldn’t really change anything aside from the obvious; and you were making a mental note to make sure that all of your social media accounts were set to private before you started getting bombarded with the inevitable.

At the end of the day, Steve was yours and you were his, you both were so sure and certain of that fact, and that’s all that mattered right then. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

let me know your thoughts<333

(there's a part of me that really really wants to write holiday stuff with these two and i'm gonna think about that for the rest of the night 🫶🏾)

[cxffecoupx]

love languages: jeon wonwoo

jeon wonwoo x reader fluff warnings: mentions of food, mentions of being attacked while playing games wc: 651 author's notes: will forever support the gamer!wonwoo agenda. i actually wanna play games with him and seungcheol😔. also, trying to finish posting this series for the '96 line before i change my theme for a winter event (i hope i get done w jihoon's tomorrow.) hope you like it!

acts of service:-

wonwoo loves silently. he might not always say it out loud (but mind you, he does — he does when he feels like his heart will explode if he doesn't say it) but he expresses it in ways that melts your heart. he shows his love when he kisses you on your forehead when you sleep in on day-offs, before heading to make you breakfast (well, attempting to). he shows his love when he stops you in the middle on your walk to tie your shoelaces, or pulls you across him so he's the one walking towards the road-side. he shows his love by restocking all your favourite candies and drinks and fruits when they're over, or when you're nearing your shark week. it's his love in the way he makes you an album of all the pics of you he's taken while you weren't noticing. he doesn't say it all out, but you can see it in the efforts he puts in for you, and that's more than enough for you.

"we might need to go grocery shopping; we're out of banana milk..." your voice traces off as you open the fridge and notice a tray filled with the item you just mentioned. wonwoo hugs you from the back as he nuzzles into your neck, "i knew you'd say that, so i bought them the other day itself."

quality time:-

another way wonwoo expresses love is by trying to be with you as much as he can. weekends are days for you both to relax together, even if that means you're on the opposite sides of the couch, one reading a book and one watching videos on their phone. he lovingly indulges in your routines — silently accepting his fate when you drag him for skincare, humming songs to keep you company as you clean up the kitchen, massaging your head on wash days. when he's playing games and you're somewhere around, he instinctively pulls you into his lap, saying something along the lines of, "you help me play better." so now you're on his lap, playing with and tugging at his hair while he wins games.

wonwoo silently watches you as you gather a few things and get ready for your bath. you turn around to look at him, "hey, i'm going to take a bath." he smirks before standing up. "mind if i join?"

playing video games together:-

if wonwoo is asked, 'what are the two things he loves the most?' he'd probably reply with 1) games, and 2) you. so even though playing games together comes under quality time, it's so special to wonwoo; it's like his own multiverse of madness. It was a surprise to him, when you'd first told him you were interested. he almost jumped from joy when he actually processed it. from then on, it was a joint project to help you clear the levels; sometimes he wouldn't even let you play because 'its too difficult, I'll do this for you.' always plays on your team because he wants to be there for you when you need help, but once he understood that you're good on your own, you started competing against each other (you winning over him ended up turning him on, and you had to deal with it, but that's a story for another time). he also gives your characters names that match with his — GAM3 BO1 and GAM3 G1RL (will get ready to physically fight anyone who's already taken the name).

"wonwoo!! i'm being attacked!" you yell at the top of your voice. wonwoo rushes his character over to where you were getting attacked and uses his special skill, the shield (one he bought especially for you), to help you regain health and get into form. but just as you begin to play, wonwoo says: "i'll complete this level for you, love. you just sit back and look pretty."

[lunaandco]

dom!gavi nsfw alphabet

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: headcanons of dom!gavi in bed

warnings: obviously nsfw, rough sex

sub!gavi version // masterlist

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's the king of cuddles. He's already very touchy and clingy on his day to day life, but after spending the night with you, it's even more.

He's terrified of coming across as too much while in bed and the aftercare is as much a way of reassuring him that you're alright, as it is of making sure he knows you enjoyed his intensity.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Of his? His shoulders. He loves the way you cling to them when he's fucking you; the little kisses you give him there from time to time or the way you stare at them. It's obvious you find them hot and he likes that.

Of you? Your neck. There is no way he's passing out on the chance of kissing your neck, sukcing and licking there. He knows all the sensitive spots and loves seeing you with his marks all over. He sometimes likes to rest his hand on your neck like a collar.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves cumming on you.

If he has to wear a condom —whether bc lack of birth control or just recently met you, he will pull out and jack off above you—ass, face, tits, not a single part of you is safe, it would depend on his mood.

If there is any birth control method available—pills, iud implant... he's cumming inside, he loves watching his cum drip out of your fucked out pussy.

D: Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try anal but is scared you will think he's too filthy.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a bit shy, so it takes him a while to dare to talk to girls. His sudden rise to the first team forced him to come out of his shell. He's had more chances than the average 20yo guy, but I don't think he's more experienced than the average. A few flings here and there, three to four steady girlfriends...

F: Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. He has all the power there, gets to see how he's sinking into you and how your ass bounces with each thrust. He also loves grabbing you by the hair or your neck and lifting you up until your back is pressed to his chest.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He's a ball of fluff and goof normally, but when he gets horny, suddenly everything is very serious. He frowns a lot and in the beginning you thought he was pissed at you, but he was actually turned on.

He doesn't do many jokes in bed, but if you burst out giggling for whatever reason, ge will follow no matter what.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

He's usually well groomed, takes care of it as often as he does the legs or the chest. He likes having a happy trail tho

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's intense, his body always glued to yours one way or another. It doesn't matter how hard or rough he's fucking you, he's always as close as he physically can. There is a lot of eye contact too, he's always checking to make sure you're enjoying it, specially in the beginning when you don't know each other that well.

J: Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Often. Probably everyday, if he's not around you. When you're together, he still keeps the habit. He likes having some me time regularly, it's something intimate he won't give up just because he has a partner. Also because he's horny 24/7 lol

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Brat Taming: Gavi loves putting you in your place. Whether you're just disobeying or just teasing him, he will become a very bossy, forceful dom, always pushing you and manhandling you into doing what he wants you to. He won't shy away from spanking or choking, delighted at the startled noises you make and the bruises in your skin.

Jersey Sex: Wear his kit and soon you'll be bent over the nearest surface. Seeing his name and number in you back always gets him going. Once, you borrowed a Madrid shirt from your brother, just to see what Gavi would do. To this day, it's the hardest fuck of your life.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Usually the bed, but he's also very into any surface he can bend you over, like the kitchen counter, the loving room table or the bathroom sink.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you're touching him, turn the caresses into slow, focused movements and he'll be yours. Like it was mentioned earlier, seeing you on his kit—or his clothes in general will turn him on. However, he's still very young and temperamental. He gets horny with very little.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with food. It's messy—and not in the fun way.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes eating you out and having you squirming on his tongue, but he's still a boy. There is nothing he loves more than seeing you on your knees, struggling to take him, a mess of saliva, tears and pre cum.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Fucks like he plays and with that I think I say it all. He's a beast, fierce and sharp.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Did you really stay the night at Gavi's if you do t have a morning quickie before you need to go to work/training?

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Gavi is young and there is still a lot of things he wants to try. He has a bucket list of different stuff that you like to pick over when you're in the mood for something new.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

As commentators like to say in matches, Gavi has three lungs. He lasts a while, definitely more than you sometimes, but it gets you off when he uses your body after you've been exhausted like you're some sex doll.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's too afraid to buy them himself, but if you have your own, he won't gave any trouble in using them on you.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not much. He's direct and straight to the point, even if the point is touching your body for hours at an end before actually fucking you.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not a stranger to groans and grunts, his voice is one of your biggest turn ons and he takes advantage of it. He gasps a lot specially when you're sucking him off.

W: Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gavi loves it when you scratch his back as he fucks you. The embarrassment of his teammates noticing the marks and mocking him is completely worth it, if he gets to feel the reminder of your pleasure every time he moves.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Average length, but rather on the thick side. The stretch is nice but not uncomfortable.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Every day, sometimes twice a day. Depending on the calendar, adrenaline can get him even more horny. Gavi does not care if you're on your period, he needs to have you and he'll have you no matter what.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast. Between all the football and fucking, he's usually exhausted by the end of the day. It's normal Gavi to pass out mid sentence during the aftercare, which you find quite adorable.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ a/n: i pretty much wrote this bcs of boredom, then put on queaue, then i wanted to rewrite it lmao. so i'm just posting it now ~

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: well, cannibalism????? gn!reader as always

"How does it taste?"

You asked, watching the blood staining his lips. Like a river, the red, metallic liquid trickled down the sides of his mouth with each bite of raw flesh that Jade savored so passionately. Hungry like a predator, his eyes carried a promise of death for anyone who dared to interrupt him at that hour when he suddenly turned.

You, however, were used to receiving that look and didn’t mind it.

On the ground before you lay dozens of enemy bodies. The foul stench of death spread in intense waves. You wouldn’t be able to describe it if someone asked, but it was horrendous. And yet, Jade found pleasure in devouring that flesh and blood. You wondered what it tasted like. Would it be similar to beef, pork, or chicken? Or something entirely different?

He smiled, bits of flesh stuck in his teeth as he adjusted his suit and walked toward you. Blood dripped from his sharp, grinning teeth. His eyes sparkled with a wild gleam as he savored every bite.

"Raw flesh has a peculiar taste, an indulgence that few understand," he mused, running his tongue across his lips to clean the remnants of blood.

"That’s technically cannibalism," you retorted, uncertain.

Nothing in his posture suggested Jade would harm you, yet it was better not to push your luck while you were still on his good side. It would be safer to do what Floyd had asked — borrow a pair of Jade’s shoes — and leave, but Jade was already too close, staring at you with gleaming eyes and a smile that made you want to vomit from the overwhelming stench of death emanating from him.

"Cannibalism? Don’t be so mundane, my dear. It’s part of my diet. In the ocean, everyone eats such things all the time. Please, don’t apply human laws to me in the same way." Breathing in that warm breath was difficult, but you maintained your composure to avoid offending the eel. You never knew when you might be next on his list.

"Is that how it works?" You murmured, trying to look away, but Jade’s eyes were like an abyss. Hypnotic. Inescapable. He always had that effect on you, a mix of fascination and fear. Despite his refined and polished appearance, you knew he was dangerous. Deadly, even.

Jade tilted his head, as if savoring the tension in the air between you. The smile never left his bloodstained lips.

"Oh, it works quite well, actually." His voice was a seductive whisper, dancing between calmness and something... predatory. "Each bite... every drop... is an experience. Something that few have the privilege to appreciate."

You swallowed hard, feeling cold sweat trickling down your neck. Fresh blood dripped from his pale fingers, staining the already soaked ground around you. He made no effort to clean his hands, and the sight only made him seem more savage, a refined predator who had just hunted.

"Do you... enjoy it?" The question slipped out before you could stop it. Your voice sounded shakier than you’d have liked, but it was hard to feign indifference in the face of such grotesque scenery.

Jade chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound, like the echo of an underwater current. He took a step forward, and you felt the space around you shrink. He was too close now.

"Enjoy?" He repeated, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I would say it’s more than that. It’s a matter of necessity... of survival. And you, Yuu?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on yours. "Have you never wondered what it would be like? The taste? The texture? The feeling of completely dominating something or someone?"

Your stomach churned. Jade always had a way of wrapping you in his words, as if trying to drag you into the same dark world he inhabited. And the worst part? A small part of you wanted to know. Wanted to understand.

"No... I..." You began, but the words died in your throat when he raised his bloodied hand and ran it across his lips, licking his index finger with disturbing calm.

"I could show you, if you wish," he whispered, his voice like a cold current snaking toward you. "Just a small bite... nothing too dangerous. Just enough for you... to experience it."

Your heart raced. It was an invitation, but also a threat. A test. Jade enjoyed playing with your limits, pushing them just to see how far you could go before breaking. And now, he watched you with that intense gaze, waiting for your answer.

"I... think I’ll pass," you managed to say, trying to smile, though fear burned inside you. "Floyd sent me to get the shoes. Nothing more."

For a moment, silence stretched between you. Then, Jade stepped back, the smile still present but now with something almost disappointed.

"Ah, Floyd." He murmured, adjusting his suit with a graceful gesture. "Always so practical. So straightforward. Very well, Yuu. I won’t be rude. Not today."

You took a deep breath, feeling relief fill your lungs. He was letting you go. For now. Jade retrieved a pair of shoes from a nearby corner, clean, as if they hadn’t witnessed the macabre scene around them. He extended them to you with a refined gesture, as if offering a gift.

"Take them." His eyes gleamed again with that familiar malice. "But remember, Yuu... the door between you and me is never fully closed. Perhaps, one day, your curiosity will win."

You took the shoes, your hands slightly trembling, and stepped back.

"Maybe..." You replied softly, trying to sound firm, though you weren’t sure you believed it.

With one last smile, Jade turned back to the bodies on the ground, as if you were no longer there. You didn’t look back as you left—because you knew that if you did, you would find those predatory eyes watching your every move.

And somehow, you knew he was right.

[rose24207]

Can you please write something where Mafia lando is being distance and suspicious and when reader looks at his phone she texts from a girl so reader starts avoiding him, being extra sad and he can tell and he corners her, she explodes about him cheating on her but it was actually his sister. (They hadn't been introduced to family yet), but happy ending, pretty please.

Misunderstanding

Summary: A misunderstanding over cryptic texts from Lando’s sister leads to heartbreak and confrontation, but ultimately strengthens the trust and love between him and his girlfriend.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: Mafia, accusations of cheating

A/N: Thank you sooo much for the request! I really hope you like! Feel free to send in more requests! English is not my first language. I hope you like it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The night was unusually quiet in the penthouse, save for the soft hum of the city below. You sat curled up on the couch, your mind preoccupied as you stared blankly at the TV. The show playing was one of your favorites, but you couldn’t focus on it. Your thoughts kept drifting to Lando.

Lately, things felt… off.

He wasn’t the same. The warm, attentive man who used to shower you with affection now seemed distant, his attention constantly diverted to his phone or the late-night errands he refused to explain. You’d tried to brush it off as stress from his work—running a mafia organization was no small task—but the nagging feeling in your gut refused to go away.

You heard the soft click of the door opening, and Lando walked in. He was dressed sharply, as always, his tailored black suit hugging his frame. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice low and tired.

“Hey,” you replied, forcing a smile.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, and for a moment, you felt the familiar comfort of his presence. But then his phone buzzed in his pocket, and just like that, his attention shifted. He straightened, pulling the device out, his face darkening as he read the screen. Without a word, he turned and walked toward the bedroom, his phone still in hand.

Your stomach twisted.

It had been happening more and more—these cryptic texts that seemed to pull him away from you. He never explained them, and every time you tried to ask, he’d brush it off with a vague excuse about work.

Tonight, you decided you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Half an hour later, Lando emerged from the bedroom, his tie gone and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He sat down beside you on the couch, draping an arm over your shoulders as if nothing had happened.

“What are you watching?” he asked casually, his tone light.

You shrugged. “Just something to pass the time.”

He nodded, his attention flickering to the screen. But you couldn’t focus on the conversation. Your eyes darted to his phone, which he’d carelessly placed on the coffee table. It buzzed again, the screen lighting up for a brief moment.

You glanced at him. His gaze was fixed on the TV, his expression unreadable. Carefully, you leaned forward, pretending to adjust the blanket over your legs. When you caught sight of the name on the screen, your heart sank: Sofia

Beneath her name, a preview of the message read:

Can‘t wait to see you again. Last night was…

You didn’t bother to read the rest.

Your blood ran cold as you sat back, your mind racing. Who the hell was Sofia? Why was she texting Lando things like that? And more importantly, why was he hiding it from you?

You felt a lump rise in your throat, but you swallowed it down. You couldn’t let him see how much the message had shaken you. Not yet.

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” you said abruptly, standing up.

Lando frowned, his brow furrowing. “Already? It’s still early.”

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “I’m just tired.”

He didn’t push, but you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away.

The next few days were agonizing.

You couldn’t stop replaying the message in your head, your imagination running wild with worst-case scenarios. You started avoiding Lando, making excuses to stay out of the apartment or retreating to the bedroom when he was home. When he tried to touch you, you’d pull away. When he asked if you were okay, you’d give him a clipped “I’m fine.”

But you weren’t fine. You were spiraling.

And Lando noticed.

“Alright, what’s going on?” he demanded one evening, cornering you in the kitchen.

You froze, clutching the mug of tea in your hands. “Nothing,” you said quickly.

“Don’t give me that.” He stepped closer, his dark eyes searching yours. “You’ve been acting weird all week. You barely talk to me, and you can’t even look me in the eye. Did something happen?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding. Should you confront him? Demand to know who Sofia was? Or should you keep quiet and hope it all blew over?

His phone buzzed on the counter, and your resolve crumbled.

“Who’s Sofia?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Lando stiffened, his expression hardening. “What?”

“Sofia,” you repeated, your voice trembling. “She’s been texting you, hasn’t she? I saw her name the other night. She said she couldn’t wait to see you again. Is she the reason you’ve been so distant?”

He stared at you, his jaw tight. “You looked at my phone?”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. “The point is, I’ve been sitting here wondering why my boyfriend suddenly doesn’t have time for me, why he’s always distracted, and now I find out it’s because of her?!”

Lando’s eyes softened, but you were too angry—too hurt—to notice.

“Do you think I’m cheating on you?” he asked quietly.

“What else am I supposed to think?” you cried. “You’ve been sneaking around, lying to me, and now there’s some girl sending you flirty messages? You tell me, Lando, what am I supposed to think?”

For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on you. Then, with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair and reached for his phone.

“Sofia is my sister,” he said, unlocking the device and holding it out to you.

You blinked, your anger faltering. “What?”

“She’s my sister,” he repeated, his tone firm. “The messages you saw? They weren’t what you think. She’s been staying out of the city for her safety, and I’ve been helping her with some problems. That’s why I’ve been so distracted.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. “But… the text…”

“Read the rest of it,” he said, his voice soft but insistent.

With trembling hands, you took the phone and scrolled to the conversation. Sure enough, the message you’d seen continued:

Last night was terrifying. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. Thank you, Lando.

Your chest tightened as the guilt hit you like a truck.

“I should’ve told you about her,” Lando said, his voice breaking through your thoughts. “But I didn’t want to drag you into more of my family’s mess. I thought I was protecting you.”

Tears filled your eyes as you handed the phone back to him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I should’ve trusted you.”

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t important to me. You’re everything to me.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I just didn’t want you to worry about Sofia or what’s been going on. But from now on, I’ll tell you everything. No more secrets.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with relief and love. “Okay.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him.

As he held you close, the tension that had been hanging over you for weeks finally lifted, leaving nothing but the warmth of his embrace.

Thank you for reading!

[acupofinkedblood]

Subspace x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Be so for real here, to be able to tolerate this man alone is already a hassle, let alone fall in love with him. You definitely concern people enough for them to check if you have any traumatic brain damage because out of anyone you had, you chose this little shit to begin with. We all need a bit of craziness in our life, but you took it to a whole new level with your evil boyfriend. But in your defense, his unhinged behavior was intriguing!

• Subspace was definitely not the typical romantic type to begin with, that’s a head start for you. He has spent years under Blackrock’s guidance and became an ambitious achiever, romance is definitely something foreign to him. All he knows is that he enjoys your company. And you should be grateful for it! Because he — the great Subspace — even spares you his upmost attention when he isn’t working

• But in all due seriousness and no offense, this guy is such a loser in the most affectionate way

• You know orange cats? They can be such sweethearts, but they have certain reputation for being crazy little rascal. In this case, if we minus the teeny tiny bit of sweetness out of Subspace, then there you have it - An unhinged insane little fuck

• Don’t be surprised when he brings you such random things back. Of course, he is rich and will not hesitate to spoil you. Yet aside from those lavish designer stuff, you can find some of the most questionable items that he ought to bring back to you. Maybe it’s just simple thing that reminds him of you, like butterfly taxidermy collection…or some piece of funny-looking bone he found when doing some experiments. If you’re fond of cryptic trinkets, he is all yours

• He is such a yapper. He will go on and on with anything possible around him: Telling you his accomplishments with pride, bitching about how bothersome his co-workers or ‘pests’ are, rambling on some experiments he has been running…And when you actually ask him more about what he just told you, his eye definitely brightens up

• You definitely have a Biograft that he modifies carefully to be with you when he isn’t around. A companion to keep you company if you may. Just use it for your personal assistant, surely that is his intention beside destroying anyone who dare to harm you—

• Since his lower set of horns can be troublesome when it grows out, you offer to help him carve it. And that is just one of the few things you lend him a hand

• Remember his missing eye? Sometimes a certain liquid just oozes out of his socket, especially when he is stressed out, so your first instinct is to grab the nearest medical kit to help clean it up. Can’t let it infects his already rotten skin as well. You keep in contact with his doctors to know what to do

• Speaking of his rotten skin, he is aware how ruined he is. Hell, his arm is almost falling apart if it isn’t for the sleeve that aids him. Tell him that it doesn’t matter. He is still your number one and who cares if his skin is rotting? You’re already nasty when you first fell for this mess of a dude yourself, surely you have foreseen this coming. When you kiss him for the first time, he almost bites his tongue and waves his hand around to shoo you out of flusteration, and the iconic ‘How dare you-!?’ as well. But when he gets used to the affection, you will see this shit-eating grin appears on his face with pride. This guy is just so full of himself

• Subspace is pretty touch-starved, to your surprise. He won’t ask for it straightforwardly, of course, as if his pride will allow it. But just pick up his body language and you will know when he wants your physical affection. He has this certain part of his horn that if you massage it slightly, he will freeze and literally just not moving at all. Like how you grab a cat’s neck and all of the sudden it just freeze there

• If you do gossip, then oh boy is he ruthless with his tongue. This guy doesn’t hold back when he is talking shit of someone. Especially now he finally has someone who is more than willing to entertain this hobby of his. Poor whoever unlucky enough to be the victim of you two’s verbal violence

• Want his attention? Call out his full government name — Subspace T. Mine — and watch as he look at you with confusion

• He can bake and it’s pretty much edible. But whether it tastes good or not is debatable since he can’t really taste it anymore. You have volunteered to be the gracious one that he allows to test out his baking skill — or basically you have became a domestic glorified test subject — and see if it is good or bad. He usually bakes when he has nothing to do at the moment, which is usually rare considering his workload

• And listen, he is the Morticia of your Gomez. Ain’t any other way around mate. It’s pretty obvious in the dynamic between you two. You love his psychotic quirkiness, and that just fuels his pride even more. Just a compliment from you is enough to boost his ego to the top. It’s like that meme of ‘Hot witch wife and me who will do anything she wants,’ but in his case, he is your wifey

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I used to main this little shit before I lost my account so he has a special spot in my heart

[winxfairyliveshere]

No Swings For A While

Wake up! It's da first of the month! Hello lovely people, this has been on my mind for a long time. I hope you will like it. Excuse me for mistakes English is not my first language. Feedbacks are welcome 🌅🫧💙

Summary: Reader and Rúben goes to a beach wedding and reader gets into a little accident. Fluff.

I got the photos from Pinterest. All rights to the owners.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, turned around and looked at your hip. You were wearing the new pair of underwear you just bought for the wedding; a seamless set from Skims. All of the people on the internet was hyping so when you needed a new one, first thing came to your mind was Skims!

You moved yourself in front of the mirror: walking, a little bending over, sitting while crossing your legs, raising arms and pretending like you are hugging someone. That's it, this new pair was amazing in every movement, does not bother you. You threw your robe over yourself, tied your sash sloopy. Hair rollers all over your head. When you woke up in the morning and went to the kitchen for your morning juice you felt Simba looking at you with his whole being.

The noise which was coming from shower head was still going, non stop. Rúben really takes his time showering, sometimes it can be bothering actually, you wonder what he is doing. When you express your curiousty he always says "You can join me and puff! No curiosity."

You went to the big dressing room which you two have. It is a room with black furnishing and windows, an island middle of room with Rúben's watches, belts and other jewelry. The room contains your things and Rúben's except his sport gears. You turned your direction to your side, hands sliding over black wood. You felt extreme happines as you saw your dress. In this black room, your dress was like a sun shining. Well your dress is blue but anyways. While you were wearing Rúben called for you "Babe, where are- here you are." You turned your head to him with rollers on your head. A roller was struggling to stay in its place, it fell to your forehead, you left a whine from your lips. Rúben approached to you, because of the roller you did not see his face but after he placed roller to its place you saw his big brown, smiling, shining, charming eyes. "You are literally my hero." said to him and placed a wet kiss to his cheek. "Hey girl easy i just took a shower."

"So what?"

He said while placing his hands to your waist "I think we have other things to do first. Come on, we can not be late."

"Okay okay, wait a second" You fixed your dress' strap and asked him to zip up your dress. He held you by your shoulders and turned you around. You guys were in front of the wardrobe with big mirror.

He stared into your eyes from mirror, kissed your neck. "You know i am not the best when it comes to zipping." He zipped up while looking at your eyes.

"I think you are pretty cool, you did not get my skin stuck in the zipper."

"I feel better when i unzip." he was hugging you from behind, hands resting on your stomach, head on the shoulders. You held his hands, it's like the view on the mirror was hypnotizing you. You kissed his beard. "Thank you." You are facing him now, it is time for you to place your hands on his shoulders. You pecked his lips and quoted him "Come on, we can not be late."

You left him in the dressing room and went to your vanity mirror. You had already taken out everything you were going to use. Some of them was gifts from Rúben, some was pr gift which you do not know why they sent to you because you are not in social media business.

Make up was done, hair was done, purse ready, heels on point and no need to think about jewelry because they were perfect. While you were getting ready, Rúben also finished his things.

"Amor" he stretched his right arm towards you, you held his hand, he took you by the hand and turned you around. Your hair and dress flew with the turning.

"You look amazing amor, everything about you is amazing. You may make the bride jealous if you ask me."

You were smiling with your full teeth. "Oh really? You are like a psychic with good senses."

"Yes i am m'am."

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Weather was amazing, sun was there but not burning your skin, it was literally caressing it. You and Ines were sipping the drinks you have, some mocktails. Rúben was with his friends, chatting while his hands were in his pants pockets. Also he did not stop following you with his eyes. Him being protective is not a new thing to you.

"Look! They placed a swing here, it is genuinely a beach wedding." Ines said, placed her drink on a table and took your arm. "We should take a photo there." Her big blue eyes found your eyes and you read her mind. You tilted your head to the right, "Aww, Carlota would be so cute on the swing!"

"Oh yes she would be, i missed her already."

Ines sat on the swing, you took her photos. She was so beautiful, in and out. She got up from swing and glanced at the photos you took.

"Come on, it is your turn." You did not know where to place your drink, Ines took it from you and left it on the ground. "It will take a minute, it won't harm anybody."

And that's it, you heard a crunch from bottom. Seat was moving. You were extremely surprised, your mouth was wide open as Ines. You did not know what to do. She extended her arm while laughing and came to help you but it made worse because first, you moved a bit trying to hold her hand and it made seat go down more. You were looking like a slash, leaning to the left. Second, she is a petite woman so she couldn't handle you. Someone different must help. You took a look around for Rúben yet you saw him but you had to call out his name. And you did not want to do that because if you do, everyone would look at you. The swing was under the trees so you and Ines were not obvious. While thoughts were blowing like a wind in your mind, the waiter came to help. And look at the coincidence, Rúben saw Ines, he knew you were with her. His eyes caught the waiter who helped you. He was holding your right hand with his, left hand placed on your curvy waist. Your head was in line with his chest, his perfume definitely got to your nose. Also he definitely felt your hair in his face because the rollers you used did a good job. Rúben felt a growing unrest while watching you and him.

"Oh my God thank you so much." You looked at his chest for a name holder, didn't see any.

"My name is Jason, i am happy to help. Are you alright?" While he was asking you and Ines were fixing your dress and hair. "Yes i am fine. I don't know why this happened. I don't weight too much." You were smiling while saying the last sentence.

"Well i think some of the screw loosened. There is no other way. You look beautiful." Jason turned to Ines and said" And you too beautiful lady." He saluted both of you with his head and went back to his work.

Rúben was walking up to you, you were still in shock due to what happened, looking to the revaling part on your dress. You frowned and said "I hope i did not show my WHOLE leg."

"I think we should ask this to the waiter helped you." Rúben was standing next to Ines now. She started to talk in Portuguese to Rúben, although you did not understand everything, you picked a few things. Oh my Gosh, we were just taking pictures and swing decided to ruin it. We didn't know what to do but Jason came and he helped. And other things describing the accident. You thanked Ines and she got the drink she put on ground earlier and made her way to the crowd.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes i am fine. I was a bit worried but now i am fine."

"Why didn't you call me? I am here, we came here together remember?" He was sounding angry.

"I was nearly falling Rúben. I wanted to call you but you were far. And waiter was around so he came to help. That is it. You are making it complicated."

"I am not making it complicated. Some stranger comes and helps you. By. Touching. You. I think it is very clear."

"Yes as you said, helps me. Help. What do you want me to do? No don't help me and let that swing fall over me please."

Rúben knew you were right, the idea of a stranger holding you was the issue bothering him. He scratched back of his head, looked around, fixed his suit. Then he looked at your eyes blankly. You didn't find any meaning there. He was just looking.

"Okay. Let's go to the where others are. Far away from this swing." You made a little "Huh". He got irritated.

"What? You are being funny. You are getting tense because i was nearly falling from the swing." Your words were coming out of your mouth so fast, so he understood you were getting pissed also.

"You know i could have died there? Under that swing?"

"No let's not have this conversation here. Ceremony will start. I understood your point, i am not angry or anything. Okay? I was just. Uhm. Not pleased with what happened. And jealous. Alright?" He caressed your bare shoulders with a following kiss to your hand. Rúben offered his left arm to you, you took his arm while rolling your eyes. "There is no need to be jealous actually." He didn't say anything.

You guys started to walk to the place where ceremony will start. While you were walking, you pinched Rúben's arm. Well tried to pinch because this man is fulled with muscle.

He patted your hand in his arm and said "Yes amor you are right. Maybe i should tip the guy. Jason rigth?"

You leaned your head on his shoulder while walking. The sun was about to set, the sky looked amazing with its colors. And your man was more appeling than this view.

[lilsocksiswriting]

Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Your Home!!

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, hurt/comfort, phone sex, orgasm denial, Sukuna likes to be called sir, Sukuna pep talks, mutual masturbation

Word Count:

Master list || Ko-Fi

Chapter Seven|| Chapter Nine

Sukuna: look at these nerds

Sukuna sent an image

Sukuna: it’s really clear out tonight, really pretty.

Sukuna: I hope you’re sleeping well

Sukuna: OK who FUCK decides who gets to be small Satna.

Sukuna: Dude this grown-ass man is crying from getting a gift from Yuji. He isn't even related to us! Damn, this is cringe. But kinda funny.

Sukuna: I dreamt of you last night. You were here next to me in bed. You felt so warm in my arms. Looked so cute in red lingerie. I really miss you doll. I woke up in cum soaked boxers.

Y/N: Sukuna oh my god.

Sukuna: When you get back there’s this new ramen place I wanna try.

Sukuna: fuuuuuuck me. What the hell doll? what have you done to me? I've never been so horny in my life. Gonna have your cunt stuffed full of cum when you get back.

Sukuna: I miss you being here.

Y/N: I’m waiting to board the plane to lay over land!! 

Y/N: Ok mall Santa’s can be creepy, but they are just trying to spread holiday cheer!

Y/N: Give Choso a break, haven't you both known each other for a long time?

Y/N: awww Sukuna this is all so cute! You miss me.

Y/N: oh my god Sukuna, seriously chill with the lewd texts.

Y/N: ok actually don't…I  kinda like em’

Sukuna: ohhhh, I should have known you’d be a shameless pervert with a screen between us.

Y/N: Oh, don’t even start buddy.

Sukuan: Buddy? Oh, doll you better be careful with the mouth.

Y/N sent an image

Y/N: My lay over-treats!

Y/N: With some distance still between us I feel like I can confidently say: or what?

Sukuna: Have a safe flight home, I’ll be waiting for ya.

Sukuna:  I can shove my cock so far down that tiny throat you won’t have any room to talk.

Y/N: just landed, taking forever to get off.

Y/N: Also slow down their sport. Like, buy me dinner first.

Sukuna: you think these nicknames are so cute, don’t you?

Y/N: I actually think they’re funny, Buster. I can just imagine that pout on your face.

Sukuna: What is it with you and being such a brat sometimes?

Sukuna: I’m in the lobby hurry your ass up.

Sukuna: I wanna see you already.

You cannot get off the plane fast enough. You are bouncing on your feet at baggage claim waiting to yank your suitcase off the conveyer belt. A suitcase that you completely forget when you and Sukuan lock eyes in the airport lobby.

 He indulges you by opening his arms wide for you to run into. Even at full speed you barely make the man stumble back a step when you crash into him. You inhale deeply, letting his scent envelope you. You take another long inhale through your nose.

“Stop fucking sniffing me,” he says but does not let you go.

Kisses instead?” you look up at him with a beaming smile.

 “One kiss,” he tells you sternly, holding up a finger to emphasize his point. “ I want to get out of here.”

Though Sukuan only said one kiss he did not say how long it could be. So, what began as you are pressing your lips to his slowly becomes you shyly poking your tongue against Sukuna’s lips to him gladly opening his mouth. Your hands snake around his neck, one hand threading itself through his locks. Sukuan digs your fingers into your hips as his tongue slides against yours.

Pulling away, gasping for air, Sukuna smirks at the goofy smile across your face.

“Go get your suitcase and let’s get you to your dorm yea?”

The way your droopy eyes widen in panic is funny to the pink-haired man. He lets you go with a chuckle. You curse under your breath and sprint back to grab your forgotten suitcase before it gets stolen.

 Walking back to him with your suitcase in toe, Sukuan takes the handle from you and slings an arm around your shoulders. You tuck yourself into his side. That goofy smile spreads back across your face. Walking with Sukuan out to the airport’s parking lot feels so coupley. You love it. You love that your boyfriend came to pick you up from the airport.

Your roommates were still away for break as is most of the university. Sukuna kicks off his shoes and flops down in your bed while you get to work unpacking your suitcase. He always wondered why you came back earlier than Nobara, now he had some idea. Staring up at the ceiling and listening you you opening and shutting drawers of your dresser he wants to ask you more about your family. He almost thinks of that place you visited as your home. But then he thinks about house his home does not make him feel like he has to constantly put on an act to make everything easier.

Besides he has other things that keep occupying his mind. Like how he finally has you back and that attitude you got with him over text.

“So, about these nicknames you have for me,” he begins.

Oh boy, your shoulders tense. There was no screen to hide behind now. “I-I was just teasing you jeez ”

“Were you?” he sat up and braced his arms against his knees. You were sitting on your knees, back to him, but could feel his gaze bore into your back. “Or were you wanting me to put your bratty ass back in line?”

 You sit up a little straighter.

Got you~, he thinks.

 “Oh? No smart retort? What happened to that attitude you had on your way back? Come on now y/n call me another one of these silly nicknames.” His voice drops. “I dare you. “

You feel a shiver run down your spine and seep into your core. Fuck, his voice is such a turn-on. The man behind emits an air of danger making your flight or fight response want to kick in. But there it that teasing tilt in his voice that reminds you the man behind you is no monster. Just your devilish boyfriend.

You turn to face him. Sukuna is leaning in a lot closer then than you had originally thought. You shift your knees to scoot back but his hand appearing to cup your cheek stops you.

 “Now, now don’t get all scared on me now doll. I’ve barely done anything yet.”

His thump swipes along your cheekbone. Your body missed his touch and his moving on its own. You crane your neck  to be closer. You bit your lip, growing anxious and excited. His calmness makes it so hard to tell what he is planning to do to you.

“What are you going to do?” you ask him.

 “Hmm,” he hums like he is thinking, but Sukuna knew what he wanted to try as soon as he suggested it over text. “Well, we ought to do something to fix that smart mouth of yours first.”

You lick your lips when he mentions your mouth.

The man smirks, ”Oh? Does that excite you? Are you getting wet thinking about me punishing you doll?”

 In a flash of movement, he is gripping your chin forcing you to look him in the eye. “Answer me.”

 “ Y-yes,” you say. This does not seem to please him, so you quickly add a breathless, “It excites me so much.”

Sukuna chuckles. Fuck, he loves how much of a horny little minx you become with just the slightest push.

“Look at you all flushed and needy. You think that is going to make it all better?”

You shake your head.

“Ah, ah, use your words doll,” he warns.

“No, it won’t.”

“But being a good girl and accepting the punishment I dish out will.”

“Yes,” you nod. Mabey a little too eagerly.

“Good, good. Now,”  a thumb pokes into your bottom lip. You obediently part your lips and take it into your mouth, letting him lightly press down on your tongue. The action was so soft, quiet, and intimate. “Since your mouth will be too occupied you won’t be able to use your words to tell me if it’s too much for ya, so you will have to use your hands, just two simple taps. You can do that can't ya doll?.”

 One of your hands slides along the inside of Sukuna’s thigh and gives two light taps. In response,e he pulls his hand away.

“Like that?” you ask with a head tilt.

He nods,” Just like that. Now on your feet.”

Excitedly you hop to your feet momentarily forgetting that the man sitting on your bed could be a downright monster.

“Aww, look at you so excited, brat. You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“Don’t call me that,” you pout.

Sukuan stands to his feet, towering over you and making you feel like a tiny, indignant bug in his presence. “I will call you whatever I damn well please brat. Now strip.”

You are so enamored by the dark and authoritative aura that has settled over your boyfriend. It was so enticing. It reminds you of the first time you two had slept together. When you accused him of faking that softness he was treating you with. It was like a flip of a switch,  sweet and teasing one moment then dark and dangerous just like this.

“…you aren’t actually made right?”

That softness reappears in Sukuan eyes as he lifts his hands to cup your cheek, “Don’t be stupid…” you blink as he seems to be at a loss for words. A light blush creeps across the bridge of his nose. “I’m happy you're back.”

Your smile makes his stomach do an odd flip, something that he still is not used to. just like he is still getting used to being soft and blunt with feelings.

“And if it gets too rough, just two taps,” you repeat proudly.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. His hand slips down to light wrap around your throat making you gasp. “Now do not make me repute myself.”

 You quickly step away, out of his hold, and begin to stip. Sukuna’s eyes never leave your body as my bare skin is revealed to him. A bashful blush creeps up your neck as you strip down to your bralette and panties. You wonder if there will ever be a point in time when you are comfortable being naked in front of Sukuna and his hungry, dark  gaze

 Said man licks his lips and slips you out of your lacy bralette. You plumb breast looking like they are out of a lewd dream to him.

Fuck I’ve missed her Sukuan thinks watching your nipples pebble.

Sukuan stops you from taking off the cotton pair of panties with another command, ”Now get over here on the bed, lay on your back, and  head off the bed.”

An excited shiver runs through your body making your arms break out in goose bumps. Sukuna steps aside to let you step past him and crawl onto the bed. You try to make it slow and sexy, give your ass a little wiggle. When you lay on the bed just as Sukuan told you to, you have an upside-down view of Sukuan standing above you, lips pressed into a thin line trying to suppress a laugh.

 “What the hell was that, Doll?”

“I as tryin’ to be sexy…”

Sukuan leans over you. In this position, he can push his finger into the fat of your thighs. The bulge of his pants hovers over your lips. You can feel a heat radiating from there and it would be so easy to just crane your neck a bit and kiss the bulge in his jeans.

Another squeeze to your soft thighs stops you. Sukuan deep voice follows, “With a body like this you ain’t got to try anything. Look so fuckable and beautiful.”

You can’t squeeze your thighs together to relive the small ache that Sukuna’s words have caused because of the man’s hand keeping them apart.

Sukuna paws at your thighs and lowers your stomach, never venturing into the growing ache between your legs. Your attention is drawn back to the definite bulge in the crotch of his pants.

Is he already hard?

A kiss pressed into that bulge that leads to a deep groan from Sukuna confirms that he is.

 “Fuckin’ brat so eager aren’t ya.”

“I wanted to know if you were hard,” you tell him with a sly smile. “ I was right.”

 Your breath catches in your throat when heated fingers slip over your cotton panties right over your core. Your head swims with want and dizziness. You have to work to focus on what Sukuna’s next words mean.

“You want my cock so bad then I’ll give it to you. Fuck some manners into that mouth of yours’s brat.”

 There is something in the back of your head, one thought trying to connect to another. Mabey a smart reply that is just on the tip of your tongue?

 Sukuan stands up to his full height. He gets a good look up your head hanging off the edge of your bed as he unbuckles his pants. The jingle of his belt is like a little bell that finally makes the thoughts connect.  

Oh, that’s what he wants to do, you think his mouth already beginning to water.

Sukuna pulls his pants and briefs down past his ass letting his dick spring free. It lightly slaps against your cheek and you pop open your mouth. The pink-haired menace smirks.

 “Aww look at you so eager for my cock. Is that why you were using those stupid pet names? Wanted my cock so badly?”

 He does not let you answer. Swiftly thrusting his hips forward, Sukuna pushes the head of his cock passed your open lips.

“Fuck yes,” Sukuna hisses as his cock sinks into your mouth, the soft tip of his cock smashing against the back of your throat. “Fuuuuuck that’s it.”

Your cheeks puff as you cough around the thick girth. Your fingers claw into your comforter. You try your best to relax and ready yourself as Sukuna pulls his hips back.

“Anything to say for yourself brat?”

You can only moan in reply. Your body quivers as he snaps his hips and buries his cock back down your throat. Fully sheathed back into the heat of your mouth  Sukuna’s body gives its own shutter when he feels your throat constrict around him.

He had this whole plan for when he finally got to hold you in his arms again. Take you back here, order your favorite takeout, and shower with slow affection while the TV plays in the background. Show you a softer side of him that no one beyond your bedroom door would see. But then you had to go and call him those cringey nicknames and look where that landed the two of you. Sukuna cannot complain and by the way that you are squeezing and rubbing your thighs together neither can you.

After a few more experimental thirst Sukuna finds a good rhythm to fucking your mouth. His balls slapped against the middle of your scrunched brows. Sukuna’s eyes flutter close. he missed this. He missed damn near everything about you. Your voice, your smell, your taste, your touch, and your sweet warmth. The way you become so pliable under him and more eager than him to try new things with him. Such a little slut dressed up all innocently in that tired college kid look.

Your eyes widen when Sukuna’s fingers press into your cotton-covered folds. You moan around his cock. Sukuna groans in response and rubs you through your panties.

Your head swims with pleasure, lust, and dizziness. It is a combination that you have never felt before. While Sukuan counties to rut into your warm, wet mouth he rubs your clit through your panties. The cotton becomes soaked and sticks to your skin.

The soaked patch warrants some teasing, “Aww look at that doll she missed me.”

 You buck your hips when Sukuna meanly pressed down over your clit. His other hand is quick to hold you down by the hips so he is the only one who can give you pleasure.

 “Makes you punishment so much fun,” he groans, and the pace of his hips becomes rougher and shorter. “Fuck, goanna teach this bratty mouth of yours a lesson.”

You gag as he ruts into your mouth. You try to relax but cannot. Sukuna’s fingers keeping you on the edge of a glorious, I-missed-you-so-so-much orgasm.

“Are you sorry now? For using all those stupid nick manes while you texted me?” he asks knowing full well you cannot answer him. Only gag, cough, and moan.

 You can feel the drool start to roll up your face. Your head feels swimmy,  and your vision becomes darker. It is then that you realize that this is not just lust making you dizzy, it is all the blood rushing to your head.

Your shaky hand comes to rest on his hip. There are murky thoughts about you trying to push him away only for Sukuna fuck your mouth harder or digging your claws into the firm globes of his ass to press his cock deeper down your throat. But right now...

Feeling two light taps on his is like flipping a switch off in Sukuna’s head. He immediately pulls his cock out. You barely have time to take a deep breath in before your world is spinning. Your vision, on the edge of darkness, blurs and takes a moment longer than it should to clear. Sukuan is sitting there in the bed next to you. His hand is on the small of your bare back. The warmth seeps into your skin.

 “There, there,” his voice is soft and soothing, “I got ya doll.”

You take a few deep breaths as you relax into his hand. A few coughs interrupted the silence.

“Water?”

You nod and for a moment you are left to sit on your bed alone as Sukuan digs through your book bag for your water bottle. You smile fondly. You never told him where he could find your water bottle. Sukuan pulls out the water bottle and brings it to you. He knew exactly where to find it from the hundreds of times he had watched you pull from this same book bag when you came over.

 “Here,” he passes the water bottle over to you.

 Taking a long swig, you see the worrisome frown that weighs the corner of his lips down.

 “What’s wrong?”

 Sukuan is quiet for a minute. Your head feels better now that all the blood is not rushing to your head and your throat is not clogged by the thick girth of your boyfriend’s dick.

 “How are you feeling?”

 You set down your water bottle by that bed. You cup Sukuna's cheek, thumping trilling across the tattoos that line up. His cheekbone, “I’m feeling amazing, just got a little dizzy is all.”

 A soft smirk settles across his face, dips his head, and kisses your palm filling your chest with a warmth you had missed this whole break. Something catches in the back of your throat that you swallow down. You could cry later and figure out what that knot was all about. But right now…

Sukuan is surprised when you flop back down on your back. This time you lay your head so that is a bit more even to your chest and not fully hanging off the bed. You smile up.

 Sukuan smiles back, “God you are such a slutty brat. I love it.”

 Sukuna leans back over you, his cock slipping right back onto your awaiting mouth He gives you clit a slap making you cough around his cock. He thrusts a little more hurried now. He doesn’t want you almost passing out on him again.

You moan and gargle, a rough hand pushing down your hips as Sukuan counties to fuck your mouth.

 “Fuck just look at this you bratty little fucking slut. You soaked through you are. You are fucking like this don’t you?”

Like you can answer him. Not just because his cock is shoved so far down your throat but because you are moaning again as Sukuan seems to give you a break and rub your clit through the pair of cotton

 Pleasure makes you arch your back. You try to lean into his fingers only to have his fingers teasingly pull back just enough for the friction to lose its build.

“Remember to try and b-breath through nose brat, don’t want you passin’ out like this. Not when I am so fucking close.”

 And you can feel how close he is getting. He is getting messier. His hips are rutting into your mouth and are feral and uneven. His dick begins to twitch at the back of your throat

You love it. You love the spit dripping up your face, the heavy balls thumping against your forehead, and Sukuna’s grunt above you. Even the way he is teasing your soaked pussy, rubbing and changing the pressure just enough to keep you in the same spot of spine-tingling pleasure.

“Fuck doll, keep on moaning and groaning like that, feel so good round’ my dick. Gonna cum all over this pretty fahhh- face!”

You do not know what comes over you. but you do not want his cum plaster all over your face, mixing with snot and drool, no matter how hot that may sound. You want it inside you. You feel your fingernails digging into the globs of his ass. A feral groan is pulled from Sukuna’s throat. The slight pain sent him over.

  “Fu-Fucking…brat,” he seethes as you gag.

Sukuan hips stutter and his cock swells then spills its load down the back of your throat You gulp once, twice, and even then, some of his seed leaks out of the corner of your mouth.

You inhale and woosh out an exhale after Sukuan pulls out of your mouth. A sicky string of drool and cum connects your swollen lips to the flaccid cock. Sukuan helps you sit up. He takes in the sight of you with that goofy cock dunk smile across your face. His soft cock is still out, laying against your bare thing. His warm hand settles over your shoulder.

“You sure that was a punishment?” you tease laying against his chest, listening to the steady thump.

All it takes is a dark laugh that you hear fret his chest to make you stomach drop.

 “Oh, doll, that’s cute. You think I’m done? You think that me fucking your throat raw was  all your punishment?”

You move your head away and look up,” Yeah? And now we get to cuddle and enjoy that I’m back?”

There’s that mean smirk that is so hot and dreadfilling.

 “Sukuna-“

He slips you between his spread legs, “yes?”

“What is the rest of my punishment?”

He does not answer. He instead pinches the wet fabric of my panties between his fingers, pulls it apart from your skin then lets it go with a wet snap. You shiver at the slightly uncomfortable feeling. He then begins to tease you by rubbing you through them again, prodding at your entrance, but never going deep enough to penetrate you thanks to the cursed fabric.

“The rest is for me to know and you to figure it you,” he teases..

Sukuna pulls your soaked panties aside and dips two of his thick fingers inside you. With his other hand, he shoves two more into your mouth, pressing down you’re on your tongue.

 You feel your eyes roll back Sukuna’s fingers, knuckle deep inside your tight cunt, curl and push into a spot that makes you feel so damn good. Sukuna takes the opportunity to push his fingers deeper into your mouth 

 “shuku-“ you try to say but he adds a third finger to your mouth..

“Tsk, tsk, didn’t I tell you to use your hands doll?”

You shake your head. No that was not it all! you buck your hips into his touch and it only makes Sukuan chuckle at how quickly you get so desperate. It was so hot and never failed to make his cock stir. He continues to softly massage his fingers inside you.

“Oh, you want more?”

You eagerly nod.

 “Be careful. What you wish for doll,” is the only warning you get being Sukuna is jackhammering his fingers inside your sloppy cunt.

Thank God no one is here yet. They surely would hear the wet sound your pussy is making and the choking screams

You gurgle and cry, slimy drool dribbles down Sukuna’s fingers. He laughs and feels giddy and high from his post-orgasm and having you like this. He was getting hard again.

“What too much? Poor pussy can’t handle some rough play?”

 One of our hands is clawing at your wrist while you desperately buck your hips.                          

Then the bastard stops!          

 A sob escapes you as Sukuna pulls his fingers away from you. Now you are going to really cry.

“Sukunaaaaaa,” you wine.

 “Yes?”

“Ok, okokok! I’m sorry for the stupid nicknames. I-I’m super super sorry! Please, “ you blabber so frantic to cum.” Pretty please I’m sorry ok please. Please I need to cum. I need it so bad. I missed you makin’ me c-cum!“

 “See what good manners get you,” Sukuna’s tone changed into praise. “Such a good girl asking me so nicely and apologizing.”

  “yes,” You nod, “Such a good girl, your good girl. Please, please.”

“Fuck doll, alright lay down for me.”

You scramble off his lap and lay down in your bed. Sukuna rolls over between your legs, making quick work of pealing your panties off you. You hook your ankles at the base of his spine. Sukuna takes a moment to look down at you laid bare and needy for him.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says mostly to himself. So wet and needy for me. “So needy because I am the only one who can make you cum.”

His words have you clenching around nothing.

Though Sukuna’s naming nothing but mean and handsome his touch is gentle. Hands take your hips and pull you closer. The head of his flush cock rubs between your folds, gathering up your wetness and letting it dribble down his shaft making him full hard again.

 “Fuck who needs lube when you’re so wet like this?”

You wine, rolling your hips so his dick slides along your clit. You threw your head back at just a sliver of the feeling you had been needing this whole time.

 “Poor impatient little thing.”

“Sukuna, pl-please,” you huff.

“Yes, yes I know,” he says while most of his attention is still drawn down to your glistening pussy, ”Just let me enjoy this view a little longer doll.”

And what a view it is. Sukuan gives his cock a few good pumps to spread your wetness all over it. Slowly Sukuna lines himself up and pushes in. Somethin trembles inside Sukuna as he watches your hole stretch to accommodate his girth. The wet heat hugging his cock makes him feel like he could cum right there.

 You, tossing your head this way and that, feeling Sukuna slowly stretch out. You feel so full once his hips are pushing into yours. Your legs squeeze around Sukuan as a smile stretches across your face. Everything feels so good right now. Sukuna’s cock fit snuggly inside you,  the peaceful sound of your and Sukuna’s labored breaths, the warmth that radiated from him, and just knowing that you were not home anymore.

“Look at that smile, “ Sukuan says as he leans over you, “ So happy to be stuffed full again? Did you miss it? Were your fingers not enough?”

   “ I missed you too dummy,” you tell him not quite realizing your mistake.

  But Sukuna does. He muzzles his face in the crook of your neck laughing to himself mostly.

  “Sukun-ah~” your voice tapper off in a nigh moan as the man pulls almost all the way back and than snaps his hips back.

The sound that rumbles for Sukuna is something between another laugh and a long groan. Your hands scramble the warmth around his neck for something to hang onto.

“What did just say about the nicknames brat?”  his questions sound like more a of threat to your ears.

 “I-I wasn’t-“

 “I didn’t ask for excuses,” Sukuna says before giving your neck a mean nip. “ But if you wanna act stupid then I’ll fuck you stupid.

Oh fuck.

Sukuna starts out with a brutal pace and thank fuck you went and called him a dummy because he does not think he can hold himself back. It sounds so pathetic that he missed your body this much. He can barely think himself. His mind is consumed by your slippery cunt clamping down with feral thrusts of his hips.

“Fuck, missed you so so much doll, “ he says against your skin.

“Su-Sukuna,” is the only word you seem to know right now.

His pace is fast, brutal, and desperate. Your heart thrumming because it means that he missed you just as much as you missed him.

It feels so perfect. Everything feels so good. Each time Sukuna’s hips come down his pubic mound h bumps your clit in such a perfect way.

Your back arches as a high-pitch-grateful whine escapes you. Pleasure, Euphoria, and then even more pleasure washes over you as you cum. Sukuna wheezes. When he tries to regain any sense of sanity oh he breath he just hears him moaning.

Your walls are milking him dry. They clamp down on him as his cums fill you. Sukuan keeps thrusting in and out until his body collapses beside you and his cock is spent.

“Fuuuck, that was good.”

You hum moving closer. Sukuna slings an arm around you waits and pulls you close. The room was just filled with your labored breaths. You felt sweat, slippery, muscles burning and sticky. But it was perfect. You have yourself a boyfriend who is grumpy and has face tattoos that make you feel so giddy and real.

“I want a shower,” You break the comfortable silence.

“I want food,” Sukuan adds.

“Ohhhh yes, takeout. I don’t wanna leave.”

Sukuan could not think of anything more perfect.