#and i want to run my fingers along his undercut and just like

[cmdrfupa]

Kento took a step forward when he notices that his blonde hair is slowly getting to a pale silver. The roots shining as he intently stares at the first few streaks in the mirror. A slight frown of surprise crosses his face as he runs his fingers through it, almost trying to see if they are real, contemplating the significance of this unexpected change.

“Remember we’ve got 2 potential homebuyers coming today after 3. Did you want to move anything around before then?” You spoke gently as you walked towards the bathroom noticing Kento look at himself. “Ken?”

His strict and rigid lifestyle had shaped his existence for years, but this moment marked a stark contrast to the strict regimen he's lived by. It's as if his hair was reflecting the toll of the pressure and stress he's endured.

It's a jarring sight, a symbol of the transformation he's undergoing.

“Did you notice these? The grays?”

You reached up, catching the close shave of his undercut and smile at his reflection. “We’re on each other practically every 2 seconds. Of course I noticed.”

“And you said nothing?” Eyebrow raised, Kento turned to you and kissed your palm. “Big fan of old man Kento?”

“Pffft, please.” The chuckle you let out was a slice of life to him. “I thought you were hot when you were 26 and I still think you’re hot at 44. You’re becoming a silver fox.”

He laughed but he was completely preoccupied by this new found piece of himself.

He was aging.

“Stop thinking, baby.”

“I’m not, honey.”

You squint. “Let me reiterate. Stop overthinking.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist from the side, resting your head on his chest. “When did we get to this point? I qualify for silver fox status after what feels like we just finished school.”

You bring your fingers up the back of his head and gently graze his scalp. “Years of wisdom and achievement via your roots. I have a few of my own sprouting at the center of my head. You’ve conquered a lot in life. I think it looks great on you.”

These hints of aging didn’t represent a loss of youth, but rather a testament to the years of life he'd lived and survived. Evidence of a journey filled with memories and growth. He starts to see the gray hair not as a symbol of decline, but as a badge of honor, a mark of the wisdom and resilience he's gained along the way. He kissed your cheek and lifted you up.

“A house, putting a kid through college, buying property on the beach,” He helped you onto the bathroom counter and smiled. “The grays are like a trophy.”

“A trophy, exactly, Mr. Nanami. Though I feel like we are missing a big key factor here.”

“Hm? What’s that?”

You leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. “You’re totally a DILF now. I have the hottest dad in this city.”

[goxjo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝜗ৎ ♥︎ ꒰ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 + 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 ꒱ ♥︎ 𝜗ৎ˖ ࣪⊹

⟢ ﹒ just the wind breaker boys comforting you through a tough time ┆ alternatively, some soft kinks / sensual acts with the wb boys <3

ft. togame & kaji ┆ umemiya & endo here

cw. hurt / comfort smut, all of these could’ve been much longer lol, f! bodied reader, no reader pronouns. togame cw ┆ shower sex, kinda rough, slight overstimulation, soap play? lol. kaji cw ┆ mutual aftercare, pussyjob, implied rough sex, bruising, guilty! kaji, slight masochistic reader, rough to soft, guided touching. nsfw content under the cut, minors do not interact (18+)

a/n. one. I wanted to use these banners !!!! two. I had the hurt, (been feeling ehhhh for a while now lol) all I desperately needed was the comfort !!! AND three. this is my first wb piece on this blog :’)

ੈ♡‧₊˚ TOGAME + SHOWER SEX

He knows you’ve been crying in the shower, hiding your tears behind the running water, sobs muffled by the patter of the water on your tiled bathroom floor. But he can see it in your eyes. It hurts him a little to think you don’t trust him enough to at least let him know you’ve been crying, let alone the reason behind it.

Still, he doesn’t pry. He just times it well enough to station himself and have your stuff ready by the time you need to step into your shared bathroom.

“Jo, what—”

“Shh, c’mere.” He pulls you into the tightest embrace, and it turns out that all it takes is the tiniest speck of attention from him until you’re falling apart, crumbling into his touch. “I know, I know. Let it all out.”

Your tears pool on his clothing, saltwater leaving a damp spot on his chest but he doesn’t budge. The way he pats your head feels like you’re a dirty ragged cloth and he’s gently wringing out all the hurt. You realize that what you needed all this time was this — his touch, and a few kind words to go along with it.

He helps you out of your clothes, discarding his own last before he takes your hand as you both step into the shower. Warm water runs through your naked bodies, hair getting damper by the second, and not a second sooner, you feel his erection pressing from behind you.

“It’s been a while,” he whispers, his nose flat against your cheek, and you feel your heart sink upon realizing you’ve neglected him in your isolation. “I don’t blame you,” as if he heard your thoughts, he murmurs as he plants warm and hazy kisses on your cheek. He nuzzles his face into yours, your back pressed against his broad chest, while big hands lather your body slick with soap.

Whether it’s the rising steam or him that’s making it harder for you to breathe, you’re unsure. But at this moment, he alone is the antidote to your torment, and the cause of the heat pooling between your legs.

“Need you to rely on me a little, ‘kay?”

“Okay, Jo.” You lean back, hooking a hand around his nape, his undercut prickling your palm as you run your fingers through his head of hair. His mouth captures yours, plunging you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

“Tell me you need me,” he groans, forehead resting on yours.

“I nee-h-eed you, Jo.” Your jaw loses its bolts, mouth forming an ‘o’ when he begins to rub sloppy circles on your clit. Your slick butters his fingers so easily, he slides into your slippery hole with no restraint — not from you and certainly not from your pussy. His cock twitches behind you, warm tip leaking pre-cum down your back.

“Ohh!” He presses your soapy body up against the glass, tits flat against the screen. Water wells up on your chest, streaming along your hands and your cheek.

“Mmffuuuuck.” Your breaths fog up the screen, running water spewing from your mouth while you take the stretch of his hard cock. Your head spins from the overstimulation. Every single rock of his hips splashes water every which way, and every single pump forms a lewd, foamy portrait of your body on the bathroom glass.

“Gonna fuck all the hurt away, baby.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ KAJI + MUTUAL AFTERCARE + PUSSYJOB

“Hey, we’re good.” Kaji’s voice snaps you out of your heightened daze, but not quite enough to wash off the tickling sensation left in your cunt from having orgasms one after another. You could never bring yourself to match Kaji’s pace no matter how hard you tried. It’s as if he has tanks upon tanks of stamina reserves. Not that you’re complaining when every fucking time his cock stretches you out feels crazy good.

“We’re good,” you hum back, and Kaji takes your reassurance to heart. He covers your shoulders with a robe, planting soft kisses on your lips while you take time to collect yourself. And soon enough, your breaths have grown heavy from the semi-familiar stinging sensation you feel all over your body.

You know Kaji forgets how strong he is sometimes. He knows that, too.

A single rough night with him is enough to cover yourself in bruises — from the marks left by his fingers digging into the mass of your thighs, the trail of bites on your shoulders down to your chest from when he just couldn’t help himself, to the swollen imprint of his hands around your arms when he pinned your hands above your head.

You hesitantly stare at yourself in the mirror, worried about what Kaji will think. But you have to look at the aftermath of last night on top of today, letting your robe drop just enough to expose your shoulders. Seeing yourself is like seeing a rough timeline of last night’s events. He can barely look you in the eye when he hears you hiss as you run your fingers across the offended parts of your skin.

“Ren?” You look at your guilt-ridden partner through the mirror.

“Tsk,” he clicks his tongue, thick eyebrows knitting together as he puts his hands in his pockets, as if to keep himself from touching you.

“Hey, now~” You walk up to him as you cover yourself up. Both of your hands soothe his strong chest, but he doesn’t budge. You cup his face, thumb stroking his cheek, prompting him to fix his eyes on you. “Baby, look at me,” you whisper.

And he does, his rough gaze instantly melting the moment his eyes meet with yours.

“We’re good.” You plant a kiss on his chest once, on his neck twice, hand cupping his face, preventing him from looking away again, and waiting for him to say it back.

“We’re good.” His voice is devoid of faith, in sharp contrast to how you answered him back earlier but you know he’s really trying to convince himself. And you know better than to let his dark thoughts linger long enough for him to actually believe he could ever hurt you.

“I love you, Ren.”

“I love you too.” That’s really all he needs to hear from you. But it doesn’t make it easier for him to look at what he’s done to you.

…

It takes you a little while to beg him to let you take control for once in an attempt to reassure your Kaji just how much you welcome his touch — and you mean every single one.

And though he gives in, he’s still unable to meet your gaze, even as you begin to straddle either side of his lap while he sits on the edge of the bed.

He’s stiff as a board, hands balled to a fist, hellbent on not touching you tonight even though he’s betrayed by his own wants, his hard cock serving as your mount.

“I’ll make you feel good, ‘kay?”

“Ohh,” he groans at the slow rock of your hips back and forth, your own juices coating his full length. It takes all of his might not to flip you over and make you take all of him from behind. And he’s so close to breaking if not for your own hands that catch him off guard, making him look into your eyes once again. You reach for his hands, slowly guiding them how and where you like to be touched.

You run his hands across your chest, down to your stomach, your legs, and back up to your breasts, palms alternating between pressing, massaging, and cupping. He grunts, cock twitching beneath you as you pick up the pace running your slick folds along his cock. And as if a switch flicked in his brain, he finds solace in your own guided touch, knowing your hands could leave remnants of its tenderness on his, and he’s able to touch you without hurting you.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers under his breath.

“So am I.”

[iwaasfairy]

dilf iwa bday sex !!!!

YeA YEA YEAAAA

just a quick lil thing for mY LOVE THE FIRE IN MY LOINS THE BEAT OF MY HEART Idk it’s so early I will revisit this w actual thoughts latER

tw daddy kink, breeding, implied age gap

“Happy birthday, Daddy.” Your grin is as coy as it is genuine, grabbing his bicep to teasingly squeeze, as Hajime’s brows furrow.

“Stop that.” He’s too busy finishing the French toast to look at you proper, but a slight blush still makes it’s way onto his ears. He looks so good with his shorter hair, undercut exposing more of his neck. Instead you place kisses onto his arm and repeat it, a few times — until those pretty olive eyes find your face when he finishes up cooking. “Stop calling me that. Go sit.”

“But you are,” you pout instead, picking one of the strawberries from the bowl to go lean against the table instead. “I can’t think you’re sexy anymore because you’re so much more mature than me now?” Hajime follows you with his eyes, before crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Want me to make you a daddy for real, daddy~?”

His Adam’s apple bobs, before he walks over to before you and towers like he does. His broad frame stands over you as you lean back onto your arms a bit more, let him brush a hand along your cheek and throat. Instead of brushing past his fingers ghost over your neck, the same one still bruised and full of marks — he can’t help himself. The raspy voice takes you aback, deep and steady and demanding. “Don’t tease me like this. You’re being a brat.”

You can never truly fluster him anymore. Hajime only raises his brows a little, as a tiny grin slips on when he leans in. “If you want me to hold you down and fuck the attitude out of you, you just gotta ask, baby.” His lips brush along your cheek to your ear, laying a meanly brief kiss there. “‘Daddy, daddy’ me all you want. If I breed you full right here, you’re not gonna complain, right? If I fuck this pretty, little cunt ‘til you go stupid?”

Your tongue gets stuck on the words, instead fluttering your long lashes up at him as he stares back at you so intensely. “Quiet already? I thought you had a lot to say. Hm?” The push of his thumb on your throat has you opening your mouth, and Hajime just chuckles. His other hand comes to squeeze your cheeks, then runs the pad of this thumb over your bottom lip and slips it into your mouth.

The glitter in his eyes is so sexy. “Go on. Call me daddy again.”

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 23 - Brain | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 554

“Jamie.” Regulus says, walking up to his partner. They’re both nursing cups of whatever drink is being served right now but James’ eyes are clear when they meet Regulus’.

“Hi, love.” James smiles, tilting their head towards Regulus so their voice can be heard better even despite the noise of the party around them, “What’s up?”

In lieu of an answer, Regulus reaches up with his free hand and pulls James into a kiss. James smiles into it, pulling away after a second, “What was that for?”

“I can do that now.” Regulus hums, resting his forehead against James’, “I like being able to kiss you. I couldn’t do that before.”

James’ smile widens even more, “You’re so sweet, love.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, “Shut up.” But it’s true. Regulus grew up reading romance books in secret and it very much permeated within him. He loved whenever the couple would kiss freely while laughing or just because. But he never thought he could do that, growing up in the household that he did, and he decided that pretty much every and all chance of being able to do that like the couples in his books because he liked men. 

Specifically, he liked James Potter. 

But now he has James Potter. Now he is able to walk up to his partner and kiss them whenever he wants since he’s no longer under the will of his parents. Now he can kiss James’ lips for any reason, even if he just thinks that James looks cute at the moment or if they’re being too annoying to shut him up. 

Regulus has that.

He never has before. 

So he’s going to abuse that. 

He surges up to kiss James once more, making the older laugh. Nonetheless, James puts the cup in their hands down on a nearby table and wraps one arm around his waist and the other reaches up to rest in Regulus’ hair. 

It’s a sweet kiss, intense but not steamy and Regulus practically melts at the spot when he feels James start to card their hand through his hair. 

Then they gasp and pull away. 

And when Regulus makes eye contact with them, he furrows his brows, “Is everything okay?” 

“You have an undercut.” Is their answer, their hands tracing along Regulus’ hairline, fingers running over the shaved hair, “Why didn’t I know you had an undercut.”

“Because most of the time my hair is down.” Regulus hums, reaching up to feel at his undercut, “And Barty just refreshed it a couple days ago so it’s freshly shaven. I honestly thought you knew I had one.”

James shakes their head, “No, I didn’t.” Then they give him a dopey smile.

“Why are you so fascinated by this?” Regulus asks, mirth evident in his tone.

“I-” they shake their head, “I don’t know.”

“What’s going on over here?” Sirius slurs, throwing his arm over both Regulus and James’ shoulders, “What’re you two talking about?”

“I think I’ve broken James’ ability to use their brain.” Regulus huffs.

“What’dya do?”

“Have an undercut.”

Sirius laughs, “Oh! They love those. Makes them weak in the knees. None of us know why.”“I’m right here, y’know.” James grumbles. Regulus just laughs, pushes Sirius away from the two of them, and pulls them for another kiss. Because he fucking can.

[im-ovulating]

If those last spots aren’t full yet: Bouncing on Alecs cock like a trampoline while he whimpers bc it’s been hours and he’s so close but he hasn’t been given permission to finish yet, and the feeling of readers cunt clenching every time THEY come isn’t helping him. Maybe he lost a bet or something he he had to be the submissive one for once

(A/n: Kinktober Day 7/15! It's looking like I'm finally going to finish kinktober (for once)!!!)

Word Count: 1,070

Summary- It's not your fault he begs so prettily.

Warnings: FemDom, Begging, Edging, Subby(?)! Alec, Creampie, Not Proofread

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec Volturi x Dom! Fem! Reader: Beg For It

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Alec can feel your inner walls clenching and releasing around his cock, each time driving him to the brink of ecstasy. But you show no sign of slowing down.

Alec couldn't help but beg you. "Please, Amore mio," he pleaded, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding himself back; from taking control of the situation until you're the one that's desperately begging. But he doesn't, He'll allow you to have your fun just this once. "Allow me to cum. I can't take much more of this."

You smile down at him, a wicked grin that would send shivers down his spine were he still human. "Oh, Alec," you purred. "You're mine to control tonight, remember? You'll cum when I allow it."

The feeling of your tight, wet pussy clenching around him is almost too much for Alec to bear.

You lean forward to kiss him deeply, your hands slipping up his chest to tangle in his hair as you pause your grinding. You tug his head back forcefully and kiss your way along his jaw, "Just enjoy the ride..." You whisper against his ear before sitting up straight again.

Your body starts moving in a slow, sensual rhythm again, milking Alec's cock with each forward roll of your hips. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of you is exquisite, and you savor it. You know that Alec is on the brink of release, and you intend to make him wait as long as possible.

His pleading voice echoes in your ears like sweet music. "Y/n," he begs, his voice raw with need. "Please. Let me cum, just once is all I'm asking. You can have your fun, just let me cum one time..."

You never thought that hearing your mate sound so desperate, so... weak... would be this exhilarating. And the knowledge that you're the one that brought him to this -that you, a measly human, could reduce such a powerful creature to begging you so sweetly- is a power trip you never could have anticipated.

"You're so close, aren't you?" you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "But not yet."

You lean back and begin to ride him again, your pace picking up slowly, every glide of your wet cunt around his cock driving Alec's pleasure higher and higher. You can feel him throbbing inside you, desperate for release, but you ignore it, chasing your own pleasure as you male him wait for his.

"Please," Alec begs again, his voice hoarse and pleading. "Y/n, I can't-" "You can," You interrupt, grinding down deeply before picking up the pace again. "Don't you want to be a good boy for me?" You fake a pout before breaking out into a small laugh. "It doesn't matter if you want to, you're my good boy tonight and you'll do as I say."

The low warning growl he releases is undercut by the way his hips kick up into you at the assertion. "Ah, ah, ah~" You chastise. "Careful, I don't like attitude, and I'd hate to have to leave you like this. Something tells me fucking your fist wouldn't satisfy you nearly as much as filling this pussy does."

You can see as he physically bites down on his tongue, swallowing whatever rebuttal he was going to throw your way. You can only grin down at him as he glares up at you with his piercing crimson gaze; a muscle ticks in his jaw and he begrudgingly smooths out his expression.

"Good boy," you smirk, and lean down to whisper against his ear. "Now behave."

You speed up, your inner walls clenching down around Alec's cock in time with your hips. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through his body, and you can see him struggling to maintain control.

You begin to quicken your pace, your hips slapping against Alec's cock harder and harder. You can feel him struggling to hold back now, his cock twitching more erratically inside you as it fights against the onslaught of pleasure.

A stuttered, choked sound leaves you and you clutch at his shoulders as you feel your own orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum again..." You moan, your voice shaking. You can feel it, right there at the tip of your pleasure, ready to spill out over you both.

"Let me cum with you..." Alec pleads, grasping your hips so he can rub small circles with his thumbs. His voice is soft in a way you've never heard before and it knocks you off your power trip real fast.

You shudder and grab onto his shoulders, pulling yourself upwards as you feel your orgasm crash over you. "Alec…" You moan, your body trembling with the force of it. You can feel his cock twitching inside you and it's too much; you're still sensitive from your previous orgasms and, as much as you want to prolong your dominance, you just know the feeling of his cum being pumped deep inside of you would be the cherry on top of this delicious feeling.

"Amore-" You don't let him finish before you nod. "Yes... Yes, you can cum, please cum-"

You barely finish speaking before your muscles clench down around him and you both climax, your walls squeezing him tightly as he fills you with his cum. You cry out in pleasure as you feel him pulsing inside you, your body shuddering with the force of the orgasm.

You collapse onto him, your breathing ragged as you try to catch your breath. The second you stop moving and relax your weight, the exertion of riding him for so long finally catches up and turns your legs jelly, using the draining of adrenaline to finally catch up.

For a moment, you just lay there, catching your breath and savoring the feeling of him inside you. Then, with a soft smile, you press up and kiss him gently on the lips. "See?" you whisper. "I told you you'd be a good beggar," You tease.

Alec chuckles softly, his head falling back against the pillows with a exasperated huff. "I'll never live that down, will I?" He asks, his voice still raspy from his release.

"Probably not," You agree, a playful grin returning to your face. "But it was worth it, right?"

He groans, rolling his eyes playfully. "Oh, shut up," he says, giving you a soft shove before rolling to his side and pulling you into his chest.

[odiesdayoff]

Kinktober: Tommy Shelby

Pair: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader

Summary: Your parents can no longer afford the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Tommy can't just let that slide.

Warnings: Boot worship?

this may be unfinished, but the whole point of my kinktober is to finish the wips I've had for so long. Enjoy and lmk if you want more.

Shelves of assorted pill bottles and prescriptions sat behind you. Across the counter, an older woman counted her coins for an extra canister of film and finally slid the sum over to you. Only a few other patrons wandered around the pharmacy. While it was your parent’s business, you found yourself running it more often than they did.

“Enjoy your day, ma’am.” You watched the old woman walk out of the store. A tall man held open the door for her to leave. He wore the all-too familiar cap of the Peaky Blinders, along with the winter coat style that many of them shared.

You tried to hide your indifference, and slight fear. You stayed out of the way of those men as much as you could, but anyone in Birmingham had at least one encounter a week with them. The man casually walked up to the counter and his eyes met yours. Arthur Shelby, not the worst person to see, but certainly not the best. 

“Mornin’ Darling. Are your parents here?” He wanted to be somewhat charming and intimidating, which definitely worked in his favor. Maybe if you weren’t aware of who he was and his reputation, you wouldn’t feel a familiar chill down your spine. 

You shook your head. “M’sorry, Sir. They went out to the next town over. Is everything okay?” A part of you knew that something was wrong. The Peaky Blinders only came around when it was time to collect their monthly protection fees from every local business. For all that you knew, your parents had never missed a payment. 

He leaned over the counter to get closer to you. “We haven’t received your payment. You do realize if you don’t pay, we can’t promise what’ll happen to this quaint little pharmacy.”

“My dad handles the payments. I didn’t know we were behind.” Business had been extremely slow lately. You could only assume that your parents were out of town to try and get the money they owed to the gang. “Could you give us until the end of the week? At least until they get back? I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding, you know we’re good on our word.”

Arthur thought for a moment, hopefully considering your words. “Two days. That’s all I can give you.”

You smiled. “Thank you. You’ll get the money and with interest.”

He nodded towards you and put his hat back on his head. “I know you will. You’re a good girl, yeah?” He walked out of the store, leaving an invisible cloud of something menacing in his wake. 

You watched him leave. You’d never really had a direct encounter with one of them before. There was a sense of fear mixed with something you couldn’t really put your finger on. 

~~

You shouldn’t have made promises that you weren’t confident that you could keep. Your parents returned and you thoroughly explained the situation and deal you made with Arthur. They told you that they would take care of it. That you shouldn’t be speaking with any of those men. They made whores out of innocent girls like you. 

By the next Wednesday, you assumed that this whole issue was dealt with and over. You were unboxing new shipments behind the counter and organizing the shelves when your theory was proven extremely wrong. Your parents were fixing the display at the front of the door. They noticed the group of Peaky Blinders before you did.

The front door opened, the bell signaling a new customer. If their angry stances didn’t give who they were away, their hats did. Two of them grabbed your parents and made them face the one with the undercut and a cigarette hanging from his lips. You knew that this was Tommy Shelby, leader of the gang. 

“Y’know we can’t let one person off the hook for a missed payment. Then we won’t be taken seriously, will we?” It was a rhetorical question, everyone knew the answer to that. Your parents keep struggling under the grasp of the men who held them with no success or escape. 

 The customers in the shop quickly fled through the front doors, making sure that they were out of harm's way from the gang and whatever they had planned for your parents. You stayed low to the ground, clutching the box of behind-the-counter medications in front of you.

“Your rates went up. Business isn’t like it used to be. We can’t afford it anymore.” Your father pleaded.

“We’re decent men. We understand the financial burden. We can always take some collateral until business starts booming again.” A new voice, one you remembered to be Arthur's, spoke up. “What about that daughter of yours?”

You perked up at the mention of your existence. “No. She’s out of the question.”

None of the men replied. Suddenly, your father’s grunts of pain followed the sounds of someone hitting him. It kept going. You shut your eyes. Your mother screamed for them to stop.

Ignoring the protests from your own body and brain, you stood up. “Leave him alone!”

Their heads turned to you. It was then that you realized it might’ve been a mistake. “And who might you be, girl? Some kind of hero?” Tommy’s blue eyes pierced into you.

Arthur grinned at the sight of you. “That’s sweet, little Y/n. Their daughter.”

“Y/n, run!” Your father struggled against the men, screaming as loud as he possibly could.

Like a deer in headlights, you stood still. Your brain screamed for you to run, but your body locked into the position you were in. “Y/n, stay.” Tommy commanded you in a mocking way. He almost sauntered over to the counter and let himself through the small gate so that he was right next to you. “Look at that, she knows who she belongs to already.”

“Mr. Shelby, I have money saved up. I can cover the cost. Just please, don’t hurt my parents.” Your voice was slightly over the volume of a whisper. Begging and pleading in front of a man like him was something people near death only got to experience. You hoped it wasn’t at that point.

He clicked his tongue. “I don’t want your money anymore, darling. I need your parents to remember what happens when they cross the Peaky Blinders.” He leaned close to you, enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. It gave you goosebumps. “If you’re good, you might enjoy this a little too much for a punishment.”

His hand trailed to your lower back as he guided you into the storage room. Once he closed the door behind the both of you, the courage to talk returned. “What are you going to do with me?”

He laughed and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke in your direction. “Nothing at all.”

You raised a brow. “Nothing?”

“Don’t sound disappointed, love. I may be a criminal, but I’m no monster.” Another puff of smoke. The stinging scent of tobacco invades your senses. He quirks a brow. “Unless that’s what you want.”

You shook your head, a little hesitant. “Of course not. But…why?”

He stifles a laugh at your apparent eagerness. "Fucking me is a privilege, not a punishment." He blows the smoke away yet again.

Taking a step closer to him, you cock your head to the side in curiosity. "And...I haven't earned that privilege?" You couldn't sound more desperate to jump his bones if you tried. If only your parents heard you. How ashamed they must be.

Maybe it was true about the Shelby men. They didn't even try and had women fawning at their feet for a chance to touch them. Or vice versa. You were no exception to this phenomenon. "No, not yet. If you want me so badly, you must prove yourself."

He dropped the cigarette, put it out with his boot, and it singed the floor. It was as if the idea popped in his head right then. "Grind on my boot. Make yourself come."

You looked down to see his boot, the reflection from a somewhat recent shining making you see your pathetic expression looking back at you.

This was necessary if there was any chance of him touching you at all. You fell to your knees and crawled to sit on his boot. "Eyes up here." He called, making you keep eye contact as you started to slowly grind against his shoe, the friction barely stimulating your clit at this point. You weren't sure if coming was even possible this way.

"That's it, wet by boot. Filthy slut." He carefully lifted the tip of his boot against you, pulling a quiet moan from your lips.

You must've looked silly, grinding your core over his boot while your parents were probably getting beaten just in another room. How could he have such an influence on you?

Still, you ground against him, chasing your high on his boot.

[sigmasemen]

YOUR BEAUTY IS SIMPLE.

chigiri hyoma x reader tags: fluff, gossiping, girl talk, cutesy relationships, flustered reader, established relationship, short.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: chigiri hyoma, hyoma’s sister, reader, (non romantic) mentions of isagi yoichi, chris prince, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira.

word count: 625

extra: FINAL REPOST FROM A TWITTER THREAD. technically i’m also gonna make a kaiser one but that isn’t posted yet!! wish this was longer but im lazy + i get to post the rest of my fics soon since i’ll have enough backlogged !!

many people assume that when you started dating chigiri, he would automatically care for your skincare and routine constantly. everyone assumed he would be making sure you’re taken care of always.

it was… partially true.

sure, he did care about taking care of you. he’d comb his fingers through your hair slowly before you two fell asleep. he would brush your hair and help you out of bed in the mornings you weren’t feeling the best.

it wasn’t as major as people made it out to be. it wasn’t constant. he did it when you two were both open.

what was becoming a constant was his big sister doing your nails every weekend. you’d come over an hour early for chigiri, then get stopped by her when she saw you walk in. 

the conversations ranged from your day, to a childhood memory, to her skin care routine, it just mattered on how you two were feeling. but on this day, the conversation had trailed off into chigiri.

since he had been away from his sister for a while because of soccer, you were there to give her all the updates.

“oh! and he made friends with this guy named yoichi isagi.”

“oh… the black haired undercut? i see why! he’s so, so sweet, isn’t he?” her shrill voice made you briefly stiffen.

“he’s very sweet! they get along well, along with reo, nagi, bachira, kunigami, the… british coach guy? hyoma has had an easier time making friends with people.”

“maybe manipulating teenagers into thinking they have to only care about themselves makes them clingy towards people with very similar experiences?”

it seemed about right… “why are you thinking about it like that?”

“i’m just happy my brother doesn’t only have some freaky guys talking about ego in his ear… that facility annoyed me,” she brushed her fingers against your collarbone, “besides, he’s always talking about you.”

you knew she saw your little twitch as her lips curved into a smile, ��mhm, always. it’s like all he thinks about is you!”

you didn’t care, you don’t care, it doesn’t matter, it isn’t important, why would it matter? “what does he say?” fuck.

“oh… y’know,” she was dragging this out, “he mentioned that he wanted to take you on a date this friday. like a little surprise. he had a rose and everything on order…”

“oh! yeah… cool.” 

…

it was impossible to remain casual. “what else?”

the words of his sister continued to fuel your ego more and more. it shouldn’t have made your heart feel this warm for your cold-hearted princess of a boyfriend to be secretly saying this cute stuff about you, but it did. it made you want to burst out into tears and run into his arms.

the entire time she spoke, your leg bounced as a tick to show joy. your hands fooled around with each other as a mechanism to calm down. it wasn’t that these worked, but it was worth a shot.

“then he grabbed a bonsai plant, which he said he hated, and wanted to give you it because it reminded him of you! he carried it around the entire store and—”

the click of a lock shot both of your head straight to the door. chigiri. you swung your body to be facing the window instead of him. though you couldn’t see it, a light was pulled from his eyes briefly.

“hm. how are you two?”

you willingly ignored the conversation you had been having previously in a feeble attempt to suppress your feelings. you were just focused on calming that blush on your face. the stupid blush your boyfriend didn’t even know he caused… you hoped to give him the same sort of embarrassment one day.

[shotokimchi]

Cigarettes After Sex

Just a small drabble I decided to write because apparently, I can't stop thinking about this man ya'll lmao

W: f!reader, reader smokes, mentions of sex, fluff, gojo being a man child as always

Just Gojo waking up to an empty bed after having a steamy night with you, he whines and searches for the spot you should be sleeping on only for his hand to meet with silky white sheets. His nose takes notice of the lingering smell of nicotine in the air, nose twitching and scrunching up with dislike which causes him to vocally whine, hoping to get your attention so you can join him in bed (after brushing your teeth and changing your clothes of course, cuz he's not a fan of the smell). After multiple attempts of exaggerated huffs and puffs and small calls of 'baby' s. The handsome man-child finally makes an effort to turn his face towards the balcony, his shiny azul capri eyes meeting your back, eyes slowly trailing up from your thighs towards your head (you are wearing his white shirt which exposes the fat of your thighs to his hungry eyes) He giggles and bites his lips, trying to contain his excitement. You are here with him, in your shared apartment. Watching the city with a cigarette in your hand while the marks he left sits prettily on your canvas-like skin. It makes him happy, feels like he owns every special thing about you, he kicks the covers on him with a groan and slowly waddles over to you while scratching that one part at the back of his head, white long fingers checking if his undercut got longer, it's been 2 weeks since he got them trimmed. He slowly slides the glass door open, causing you to turn and give him a "morning" smile. "Come back to bed baby~" He whines and slowly circles his arms around your waist while dramatically dropping his head on your shoulder, his nose making contact with that one spot on your neck, causing you to twitch and giggle in return.

He gives you a sincere chuckle and blows a raspberry into your neck, causing your giggles to turn into squeaky laughter. You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with your slightly long nails, causing his eyes to roll at the back of his head, he voices his pleasure by letting out a pleased groan. "Go back to bed Toru, I'll join you in a second kay?" He frowns and shakes his head multiple times while digging his face into your shoulder. He is super clingy but you love it, love the amount of need he has, love the constant cravings for affection love the genuine smile that appears on his face every time your eyes meet his. Love it when he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for a full day. Love how his eyes shine brighter after you surprise him with the desserts you've baked. He is your Satoru, your one and only true love. "What are you thinking so deeply about?" The certain amount of curiosity in his tone interrupts your thoughts. You slowly turn towards him and this time it's you who's circling your arms around his waist, while slowly laying your head on his chest you let out a content sigh "I'm thinking about you." stiffening from your words, his bright eyes look at you with interest. "About me?" You finally raise your head and rest your chin on his chest while taking in the beauty on your lover's face "I was thinking about how much I love you." It's easy to notice the quick appearance of surprise on his face followed by a handsome grin taking its place on his glossed lips, he is holding you a bit tighter this time. His eyes bright and the tips of his ears dusted with a pretty shade of red. "Awww I knew you were obsessed with me baby." He quickly masks his coyness with his usual smugness but the poker face doesn't last longer when you reply with words of affection instead of your usual playful attitude, this time you don't play along, you just want to actually show how much you love him. "Yeah I am obsessed with you, I love you Toru, whatever I do and wherever I go you are the only thing on my mind, i cant- Woah" He cuts you off by quickly lifting you onto his shoulder and dashes inside, his movements fast and impatient, he quickly drops you onto the bed and gets on top of you, caging you between his bulky arms and rests a pointer finger on your pretty lips, your brows slowly quirk up after seeing the slight amount of surprise and shyness in his eyes and you land a small kiss onto the tip of his finger. "I know it's impossible to resist me, baby~" The usual playfulness takes over and he lifts the white shirt up, landing kisses on your stomach while gazing up at you "Says you who was as red as a tomato ten seconds ago~" He raises a brow at your comeback and grins wider, "Says you who was blushing like crazy while screaming my name last ni- ACK" you quickly pinch his arm causing him to pout and slowly bite the fat of your tummy. This time you are the one who is whining while trying to pry him off of you while he attacks your stomach with a bunch of kisses followed by small nibbles of his teeth. You tug at his hair causing him to bring his attention to your face, cupping his cheeks with your hands you bring his face towards yours to land a passionate kiss on his lips, he whines into the kiss and puts his hand on top of your's which is currently resting on his cheeks, after feeling like you are losing consciousness you slowly break from the kiss and rest your forehead on his "You smell like cigarettes babe." But the playfulness in his tone doesn't match his eyes this time, they are soft and hazy while gazing into your own, filled with love and affection so you simply ignore the remark and smile "I love you Toru." He reciprocates your smile while rubbing his nose onto yours and utters the words he wants to scream while he is on top of the world, so everyone can hear how much he cherishes you "I love you too baby."

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A/N: I wrote this at 3 AM so don't come at me if there a bunch of typos and stuff I was feeling affectionate c: I was craving my man's so hope ya'll feel the same cuz GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE-

[honeykngdom]

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎.𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 4.7k Warnings: NSFW - mentions of prior sexual assault, mentions of prior ingestion of date rape prev. chapter | next chapter

The sun broke through the curtains, pulling me from my slumber. Embry left the window open throughout the night, making the air within our shared room frosty and bitter; I sunk deeper into the mattress and pulled the thick duvet under my chin. My eyes strained against the light, and I gave a sort of whining noise as I stretched my legs, entire body aching with the movements. A pair of warm arms tightened around my waist and Embry’s nose pressed into my neck as he hugged me closer to his half-asleep frame. 

My eyes watched the gentle fall of the snowflakes, a small smile breaking across my lips as I gingerly ran my hand along the arm that held me. “Look, babe. It’s snowing.” I whispered quietly; the gentle lift of his chin was followed by a slight hum, then a lingering kiss was pressed to my jaw. It was mornings like these that I wanted to freeze in time forever. Wanted to remain in bed all day with Embry and his warm embrace. “I have to get up.” I lamented, my breath faltering into a laugh as Embry groaned in reluctance. 

I spent several minutes trying to coax him into letting me go – it ended with multiple kisses and disapproving mumbles. I had an early shift at the diner, and needed to give myself ample time to get to Forks so that I wasn’t late. I rushed through my shower, slipping on two pairs of socks to keep the cold tiles from bothering my feet. Once I was satisfied with my hair and no longer looked lifeless, I returned to the cold bedroom to see Embry’s frame spread across the bed frame. He laid on his stomach, hugging his arms around the pillow his head was resting on. The bed was a King, and still, he almost looked too big – as though he were sleeping on a double. 

I pressed my cold lips to his back, evading his desperate fingers as they searched blindly for me. “I’ll see you at Emily’s tonight – I promised her we’d help out.” 

“Your keys are in the ignition.” Embry grunted in response. 

I expected the Jeep to be buried under a mountain of snow, but instead it sat in the driveway cleared. Embry must have slipped out while I was showering to clear it off for me - and had even started the heat inside. I shivered in the warmth of the vehicle, thanking all the Gods for my boyfriend before I pulled the car into drive and sped off down the road towards the highway out of town. 

It took me an extra twenty minutes to get through the snow banks; the plows hadn’t come through the reservation yet but I was certain the drive home would be less daunting. I parked behind the diner, rushing through the backdoor. I was shrugging out of my jacket just as the clock ticked to 7:00 AM. 

“Mornin’ chickie!” Debbie chirped from the front counter, her red hair curled uniformly away from her face. 

“Morning.” I smiled, kicking my boots off at the door to pull my sneakers on. “Where’s Angie?” 

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. The short-haired girl rounded the corner, supporting the tray with her hip. I could tell Angie had recently buzzed the undercut, leaving the three inches up top to grow out a little more. I smiled wider, catching the cloth that was tossed in my direction. 

“Hey, nugget.”

“How’s the rush?” I asked.

“Not much of a rush,” Angie sighed, sorting the dishes off her tray. “Damn snow.” 

I bumped her hip, rolling the sleeves up on my white blouse to wash my hands. “Don’t knock the snow.” 

“What’s so great about it? It’s cold, it’s wet, it gets ugly when exhaust and cars run over it all the time.”

I rolled my eyes. “It means Christmas is coming.” I rinsed the soap from my skin, and flicked my fingers at Angie’s face, water droplets pelting in her direction. “Plus, it means my birthday is almost here.” 

Angie was about a year older than I was. When I first started working at Shaker’s, Ang’s hair had just reached her chin, was parted in the middle and was a warm chestnut brown. After her break up, she buzzed the undercut and kept it short, just long enough to grab a decent fistful whenever she was stressed. Her teeth sat in perfectly straightened rows – many thanks to the braces she endured in her teen years. Her pale skin made me envision red sunburns in the summertime. She was simple, but still pretty. It was her firecracker attitude that made me fall in love with her. 

“There’s somebody out there asking for you.” Angie stuffed her towel into the back pocket of her black jeans. “All morning - showed up right when we opened.” 

I pulled my brows together, tying my apron around my waist hastily as I wandered towards the front. The girls were right – the diner was essentially empty, except for the two occupied booths in the corner. There was a man that sat at the front counter, his hands wrapped gingerly around a cup of coffee and his hat pulled down over his eyes. I grabbed one of the breakfast menus as I wandered towards him. 

“Special for the day is blueberry pancakes. Trust me, you’ll want to try ‘em if you’re just passing through.” I mused lightly, sliding the laminated booklet in front of him. 

When he looked up, I froze. I would have recognized that petulant stare from a mile away; his brown orbs now darkened into a sort of black, his mouth pulled back into a slight grimace. I braced my hands on the countertop between us, trying to keep the bad taste from rising completely up my throat. 

Maddox looked as though he had been through hell and back a few times. I couldn’t find the heart to feel any sort of sympathy. 

“Not hungry,” he said finally, pushing the menu away with the tips of his fingers. 

I watched him carefully for a moment, assessing the way his shoulders hunched forward, the way his movements seemed controlled and careful. He was trying to make himself small, so much different from how he used to be. 

I had loved him once. Prior to the date-party, prior to my unhappy ending, I had believed him every time he said he’d marry me someday, that he’d make me happy. He’d take care of me. That is what I had counted on - being with someone that could protect me from any sort of danger, although I had never fathomed what that danger could possibly be. His honey-brown orbs used to make my head spin, the way he carried himself made me feel as though he was an unstoppable force of nature. 

When he was hanging out with my brothers, he spent fight  nights stepping into the shoes of some stereotypical douchebag, trying to put on a show to get the cash flowing. He knew people would never bet against him if no one ever landed a solid swing or two on him. He never wanted me to be there, mentioned something about it being too crowded, too busy. I never listened, obviously. Travis always kept good on his promise to sneak me in, but always failed to make sure I didn’t go missing. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked curtly, pulling the menu from the countertop to drill holes into his forehead. 

Maddox lifted his chin and sighed, his eyes wandering just above my head for a split second before he cracked a small half-smile. “Staying with some friends in the area,” he lied, cocking his left brow, “what are you doing here? Don’t you live on the reserve?” 

I pulled my brows together. “How did you know?” 

His eyes rolled. “Because you told me where you were born, love.” 

“Do not,” I seethed, leaning forward to get in his face, “come in here and pretend like you know me.” 

“But I do know you.” Maddox pressed, leaning back away from me quickly. “Your favourite colour is purple. You absolutely love ketchup even though it’s awful for you. You can’t stand the rain yet you can’t seem to find yourself anywhere sunny and warm to live. You’d never admit it outloud, but Trenton is your favoured brother -”

I held up my hand, having heard enough. I was certain he could go on and on. We had spent the majority of a year together as an item; being young had meant we spent more time in private than at house parties. The first time I agreed to go to a frat party was only because he was a freshman and had begged me to come along. Maddox was on bitch duty, had to make sure everyone had a drink in their hand, and had to be the one to clean up the house once everyone had left. Before that night, I thought I had met the one, thought I knew what it was like to be loved. 

If only I had known a love like Embry’s, I might’ve been able to save myself from the months of nightmares and internal torment. 

I moved down the countertop, wiping the space at the end of the counter where my regular usually sat. He only came in Tuesday mornings, right before his shift at the department with my father. My lips broke into a slightly forced smile as Charlie took his seat, shrugging out of his coat. 

“Regular black?” I asked as I pulled a mug from the dishwasher. 

“Yes ma’am,” he beamed; his face was old and weary. TJ talked about Charlie quite a bit, with him being the Chief and all. When I finally met him, we clicked and he swore up and down he’d only come in for breakfast or dinner on the nights I was working. He always tipped generously, and always left smiling. Last I heard, he was dating Sue, Seth and Leah’s mom. 

I glanced at Maddox from my peripheral vision; he had removed his hat, light brown hair pulled back into a small bun. He was watching me, assessing my movements much like I had been watching him earlier. I tried not to let my annoyance surface, poured Charlie’s coffee and tossed the empty canister into the sink. 

I set the mug in front of Charlie, leaning against the countertop. “The special’s blueberry pancakes.” I said cheerfully, browsing through the laminated pages of the menu. “But, you have yet to try any of the omelets – which is a sin, because they’re so delicious.” I mused, eyes scanning over the page. 

“How about just a big stack of bacon.” I glanced at him with slight disapproval. “What? Look at the crap I gotta deal with today, I deserve some pig meat.”

“Only if you get eggs with it.” I finalized, standing up straight.

“Fine.” Charlie replied bitterly, taking a sip of the steaming coffee. “Poached.” 

“Bacon burnt to a crisp?” I asked, slipping the menu back into its place under the register. Charlie nodded. 

Customers trailed in one by one over the course of the next two hours, each seated with heaping mountains of warm breakfast filling their tables. Maddox had yet to finish his coffee, but I was certain it was ice-cold by this point. When I walked past him for the umpteenth time, I swiped his mug off the countertop, dumped the contents in the sink and poured him a fresh cup. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said once I replaced it in front of him, leaning back on the stool when I neared. I pulled her brows together first in confusion, then annoyance. 

“Yes, I did.” I grumbled, wiping the counter around him. “My boss does keep an eye on me, and the customers.” 

Maddox pursed his lips together, settling his hands around his mug again, “You’re doing a good job.” 

“Don’t.” I hissed, turning to pile the empty and used mugs into the dishwasher up front. When I turned around to restock the napkin dispenser, Maddox was wearing a smug smile. His smugness was nothing like Embry’s - and that made me want to launch my fist right into his nose. 

“Would you prefer it if I left?” He asked. 

“Yes, actually,” I braced my hand on the counter and the other on my hip, trying to keep my face straight and emotionless, “because I don’t know why you’re here.” 

“I wanted to see you.” 

I clenched my jaw together tightly, lifting my eyes from his to scan the restaurant. Charlie was pulling his jacket over his uniform, offering me momentary relief. 

“I never wanted to see you. So, I think it’s best if you leave.” I pressed, hard eyes cutting back to the unwelcome visitors before I pushed away from the counter to meet Charlie at the till. 

Another hour passed; another hour where Maddox waited patiently, where his coffee remained untouched, another hour where I could feel my irritation building. I pushed through the doors behind the kitchen, wandering over to where Angie sat on a pile of skids. I sat down next to her, leaning against the wall for support. 

“Still there, huh?” Angie asked with a laugh, working her fingers through her cropped hair. 

“Mhm,” I sighed, fixing my ponytail. “I wish he’d leave.” 

“Tell him off.”

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t you think I haven’t tried that, Ang?” My friend tossed me a sheepish smile over her shoulder, shrugging meekly. “Debbie would be pissed if he left a bad review.”

“Would he leave a bad review?” 

I thought about it for a moment. “Probably. Just to spite me.” We exited the kitchen together, working to clear the tables on our respective halves of the floor, quickly wiping down tables and restocking condiment containers. By the time lunch pulled around, I opted out of walking down the street to buy lunch. I tossed my apron onto the skids in the back, and walked out into the dining area, around the counter with my food. 

Maddox watched me take a seat in one of the booths. Much to my dismay, he slipped off his stool, bringing his cold coffee with him. 

I watched him settle into the booth across from me; I began pouring the syrup across my two slices of french toast, trying not to pay him any mind. We sat in silence for five minutes before he spoke up, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?”

I dropped my fork on my plate, folding my arm., “That’s funny.” 

“What is?”

“You’ve got a lot of balls, Maddox.” I spat, cutting through the second piece. “To show up here and pretend like I don’t have every reason to completely hate you. The only reason why I’ve been playing nice is because this is my job, and I have to be nice.” 

Maddox leaned forward. “And if we weren’t here?” 

“I would’ve kicked you in the fucking balls three hours ago.” 

He laughed, mainly to himself, folding his hands on top of the table. “Still feisty, it’s adorable.” 

“Yeah,” I growled, “my boyfriend seems to think so, too.” 

“I’m sure he does.” Maddox – for the first time that morning – took a small sip of his coffee, face even, smooth and emotionless. “Embry, isn’t it?”

I paused again, eyes burning holes into his, jaw clenching shut again. “How do you know his name?” 

“Are you happy?”

I shook my head, pushing my plate away from me. “Dammit, Maddox.” I growled, leaning back in the booth. “How do you know so much about my life here? I haven’t seen you since –” I stopped talking, pursing my lips shut tightly. I watched the slightest hint of remorse flash in his dark eyes. “You need to leave.” 

“Ainsley.”

“No. You don’t get to show up here and pretend like nothing happened – like you have a right to know me.” 

“Your friends aren’t the safest people to be around, Ains.” 

“What friends?” I asked bitterly. 

“Jacob, Embry – the rest.” His tone was suggestive as he leaned forward. “They’re walking timebombs, love, you gotta know that’s not safe.” 

“Better than a bunch of rapists –”

“I am not a rapist.” He retorted, his eyes flashed quickly and his voice was low and raspy. The sudden change in his demeanor sent a shiver down my spine, causing the hairs on my arms to stand at full attention. 

My tongue moved slowly around the words. “No. You’re just an accomplice, which is just as bad.” 

Maddox was moving quickly then. He slid out of the booth, reaching into his wallet for a twenty. He slapped it on the table, his nostrils flared angrily. “For the coffee.”

“Coffee’s two-fifty –”

“Then consider it a tip.” He growled, pulling his hat back over his head. Maddox paused for a brief moment, then inhaled deeply and bent down quickly, pressing his lips to my hair – which I tried to refrain from recoiling from. He then turned and appeared to glide towards the front door, walking into the white storm with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I moved my eyes back down to the twenty on the table, then looked up to meet Angie’s eyes, sinking down into my seat with a sense of defeat washing over my body. 

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I parked next to Emily’s house, cursing myself for not thinking to pack an extra set of clothing for after my shift. The baby shower was tomorrow, and I promised Emily I would stop by after I finished at the diner to help set up. There were sisters from her hometown that would be driving in, along with the entire pack plus their significant others, and some extended family. Embry and I had gone halfsies on adorable onesies. One read “You People Are Huge” (my choice) and another read “Watch your language asshole, I’m a baby” (Embry’s choice, unfortunately). 

I slipped my boots off at the door, leaving my jacket draped over one of the kitchen chairs. “You shouldn’t be doing that.” I chided, moving to help Emily down from the mini-ladder. The kitchen had been overfilled with streamers and balloons carefully and strategically hung from banister to banister. 

“My husband wouldn’t help.” She growled, resting a hand on her swollen tummy. 

Sam popped his head out from around the corner of the living room, his thick brows pulled together. “You yelled at me and told me you could do it yourself!” 

“You’re not supposed to believe me!” Emily hissed, shoving the leftover garbage into the white bag that sat in the middle of the table. 

Embry came up from the basement with Jared on his tail; I felt my chest lighten, hands instinctively reaching forward to him. “Warm.” I mumbled happily, wrapping my arms around his stomach, pressing my cold hands against his bare back. He leaned down with a quiet chuckle, pressing his lips to my hair.

And then shoved me away quickly, arms gripping my shoulders tightly. 

“Ow.” I whined quietly, trying to squirm away from his grip. “Emb, ease up.”

“You stink.” Embry said definitively, his eyes hard and cold.

I stopped moving, feeling the heat rise in my chest. I looked around the room uncomfortably, then lowered my voice. “No, I didn’t have time to go home and change, I’m sor–”

“No, shut up.” He growled, pulling me into him again, returning his nose to my hair. Embry inhaled deeply, pulling his face away with a look of disgust before he looked over his shoulder, “Sam, c’mere.” 

I shoved his arms away from mine, hands rubbing over the skin tentatively, hoping that it wouldn’t be too heavily bruised. I planned on wearing a short-sleeved dress for the shower. Sam put his empty wrappers into the garbage, then leaned over the chair to sniff the air around me. 

His face hardened, much like Embry’s had, a certain distaste crawled over his features as a visible tremor rolled down his spine. Emily watched from behind Embry with a confused expression, carefully keeping close eyes on Sam’s frame. “That’s the scent.” Embry finally said, taking a step away from my frame. 

“They’re in Forks.” Jared said quietly from his seat on the stairs. 

“What are they doing in Forks?” 

“Who’s in Forks?” I wondered out loud, looking up at Embry for some sort of explanation. He ignored me, following Sam into the living room as the pair began conversing hastily. Jared rolled his eyes, giving Emily a knowing glance. 

“Woah, what stinks?” Paul scrunched his nose up, Jacob, Leah and Trent following suit as they entered in from the crisp outdoors. Paul and Jacob were bare-chested and wearing cut-offs, which meant they were back from their evening patrol. 

“Ainsley.” Jared grumbled in reply to Paul, his eyes narrowing in my direction.  

Emily threw a roll of tape in his general direction. “Give it a rest, Jared.”

“What’s going on?” 

Emily rolled her eyes, sitting next to me at the table, “Ainsley came across one of the scents today and brought it home, so I’m sure Sam and Embry are in the living room plotting how to eliminate the threat.” 

Paul sat on the other side of me, sniffing again. I blushed. “That’s the males – how did you manage to bring that home?” 

“Bring what home?” I asked, annoyance dripping off each word. 

“The leeches scent. You’re covered in it.” He stated, as if it were the most obvious thing.

I paused, rearing my thoughts back to my day. I always kept an eye out for anything that seemed out of place, people that seemed obviously beautiful and perfect. People that seemed restrained. “Maddox ..” I whispered quietly, feeling my chest cave abruptly. There was no way – 

“Maddox?” Trent asked from across the table. “What’s he doing in Forks?” 

“He was looking for me at Shaker’s.” I replied absently, eyes unfocused on the table in front of me. “Came by before I even showed up, didn’t leave until after lunch rush.” 

“What did he want?” Paul asked, kicking his feet up onto the table. Emily grimaced. 

I shrugged, hoping I could remain cool and collected. “No idea, honestly. That would explain how he knows you all by name – that’s what he meant when he said you were …” I sighed, letting my eyes slip shut. “This makes sense.” Kind of. 

“His scent is saturating you, Ains.” Embry drawled from the doorway, arms folded across his broad chest. Sam stood next to him, mimicking the same seriousness.

I could feel my shoulders drop forward, attempting to make myself small under the careful watch of everyone in the room. “He sat with me when I was on break.” 

“You let the scumbag sit with you?” Trent asked dubiously. 

Better rip the bandaid off. “And he might have kissed my head before he left.” I conceded. 

“Ainsley –”

“I told him to leave.” I said desperately, trying to avoid bringing my eyes to meet my boyfriends. Embry had tried his best to keep his temper from coming forward when I was around, trying to believe nothing I did was to purposely hurt him. But in that moment, I could see Leah move in between Trent and Embry, hands braced on the back of his chair. The room had shifted; it was suddenly thick, hot and uncomfortable. 

“Who’s Maddox?” Jacob asked, breaking the silence in the room. I shared a look with Trent, hoping he would keep good on his word. When he met my eyes, his face softened in understanding. The situation I had thrown myself into was not one out of choice: undoubtedly, Embry was fuming. If not because a vampire had been close enough to his imprint that I could have died, then because said vampire had actually touched me. Kissed me. 

“Someone from Seattle that I knew.” Trent said finally. “Worked with him for a few months. Not the greatest guy.” 

“Perfect. So, we’re doing the world a favour, then.” Embry suggested, anger dripping from his words. It was uncomfortable to hear him speak so freely about the idea of killing someone, although I knew they didn’t necessarily see it as murder. Couldn’t kill what was already dead. 

“What are you going to do, Emb? Kill him yourself?” Leah asked from behind Trent, her tone half-teasing.

“Yes.” 

All eyes shot to Embry then, watching his arms settle at his sides, fists trembling the slightest bit. I thought back to Maddox – small visions played across my mind. Embry’s large gray wolf ripping through his flesh, his growls filling the empty air. I tried to suppress the urge to shiver. 

“Guess we’re heading back out there.” Jacob sighed, nodding toward Leah. “Embry, maybe you should go home with Ains. If one of them knows her, it might be better if –”

“No.” He said angrily, his hard eyes cutting back to me briefly before he returned his gaze to Jacob dutifully. “I'm going with you.” 

At this point, I couldn’t tell if he was adamant about finding Maddox to kill him, or if he really didn’t want to be stuck with me. I was trying to pretend like the latter wasn’t a possibility. The room emptied quickly, each warm body following Embry out of the front door, slamming it shut behind them. Trent, Emily and I sat around the kitchen table, quietly looking around the half-decorated room. 

“Better finish this, then.” I said finally, grabbing a roll of tape. Emily and my brother watched me for only a moment, both of their faces heavy, before Trent stood and came to help. We spent the following hour hanging multi-coloured ribbon from the ceiling, turning Emily’s kitchen and living room into open areas with lots of space, full of balloons and streamers. 

I offered to give Trent a ride back to Leah’s, seeing as Jacob had been their original ride to Emily’s. Once we were in the Jeep, he turned the heat on full and turned to me. 

“Are we going to talk about what happened?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon, Ains.” He sighed, leaning his elbow against the window. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” 

“That’s a load of shit,” he grumbled, “Maddox gave you hell.”

“Maddox wasn’t the one who defiled me and left me on the bathroom floor.” 

Trent clenched his jaw. “No, but he was the one who let frat scum slip a pill into your drink.” 

“Trent, leave it alone.” 

“Why?” My brother asked, neck craned so he could look at me with a hard expression. “Maddox deserves everything Embry wants to do to him, and probably more.” 

I didn’t respond; my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly while my eyes focused on navigating through the white sheet of snow that whirled around in the darkness. I didn’t want to talk about Maddox. I didn’t want anyone to know about what had happened, or give Embry more of a reason to get angry. I didn’t want to make excuses for the man, but I didn’t want to think about my boyfriend taking pleasure in killing anyone. 

“Ainsley,” Trenton finally broke the silence, a sigh tumbling from lips. “Do you wanna go home? We can go home. I’ll stay at the house with you.” 

I shook my head vehemently. “No, I should probably be there when Embry comes back.” I sniffled, wiping my nose on my sleeve. I was still sick and the outside weather wasn’t helping me feel any less crappy. “You’re living with Leah now?” I asked, glancing over at Trent in the darkness. 

He shrugged. “My idea. Took a lot of persuasion.” 

“I bet.” I mumbled, turning into Leah’s driveway. “She doesn’t seem like she’s the type to jump head first into all of this.” 

“Definitely not.” He laughed, pulling his hat over his ears. “See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah.” I nodded, offering him a smile as he exited the vehicle. 

The ride back to Embry and Jacob’s side of the reservation was slow; neither of the men were home when I arrived. To spare any sort of argument later, I showered as quickly and thoroughly as I could, and threw in a load of laundry in hopes of eliminating any traces of the vampire stench. The clock on the kitchen wall read 11:56 PM by the time I finished eating and cleaned the dishes.

My eyes fought sleep until my phone read 2:00 AM. I finally gave up waiting for Embry to come home, and gave in to the exhaustion that draped over me like a thick blanket. I locked the windows tightly, ensuring to keep any harsh winds from coming through. Then, I collapsed onto my side of the bed, pulling the thick white duvet up to my chin, shivering slightly in the bed that was colder than usual.

[dwead-piwate-meggers]

(it didn’t want to let me go until I was finished)

Dream a Little Dream

Chapter 1

Elliott/gn!Sunshine, rating: g, words:508

Read it on Ao3

tagging: @sealriously-sealrious, @pchberrytea, @zozo-01 (thanks for your interest in the snippets 💖)

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Late afternoon sun streams through the giant rose window, set high in the white stone wall. It scatters a kaleidoscope of colour over the cathedral. It paints watercolour rainbows over the assembled congregation, the royals and the celebrities and the who’s who of the world. And it bathes the couple at the altar in a warm blushing light, adds its blessings to that of the mitred and robed officiant, intoning the ancient words over the newlyweds-to-be.

“Mawage,” the bishop proclaims, “is wot bwings us together today. Mawage, that blessed awangement, that dweam wifin a dweam

Seriously?” a voice from just behind them interrupts, and the scene freezes to the sound of a record scratch.

“I can’t believe The Princess Bride predicted Inception.” They turn to find Elliott standing on the steps, in t-shirt, jeans, and ubiquitous beanie.

“Damn, Sunshine. First of all, you look stunning,” his gaze roams over them, his lopsided smile widening, brightening, the longer he looks. “Just, wow.”

The compliment acknowledged with a dip of their head, he continues, mock-serious, “Second, do we need to talk?”

“Why would we need to talk?” they ask, eyes wide, guileless. “Because my dreaming mind is marrying me off to my fictional pixel boyfriend in a massive church wedding?”

The innocence they are affecting is undercut by the slight upward curl of their lip, as they continue, sincerity laid on too thickly to be believable, “Or because, as my best friend, you are obviously in place as my best man?”

“Which, by the way,” they point a finger at him, up-down and back up, head nodding along with the gesture, “you are tragically underdressed for.”

He rolls his eyes, huffs a laugh, formalwear wrapping itself around him with a flick of his fingers. “Let's go with both.”

They hum - half-approval, half-thoughtful - and take a step towards him. “I mean, there’s nothing stopping you from objecting at the appropriate moment.”

“Telling the entire congregation that I can’t marry him because you love me.” They take another step. “And that you’re pretty sure I love you too.”

They take a third step, and he gathers them into his waiting arms. “There is that,” he agrees.

Leaning in, lips brushing against his, they whisper, “And then we run off into the sunset?”

He smiles into the kiss. Eyes closed, they don’t see the white stone and coloured glass begin to spin. It turns, whirls, blurs together around them, then finally falls away like a fur coat, dramatically shed, leaving them standing on a green-grassed cliff, overlooking a western ocean, the sun hanging low in the sky.

“You know,” he says, after a moment, pulling away just enough to watch the sunlight play over the planes of their face, “I’m pretty sure this is a Julia Roberts movie.”

“Hm,” they consider this for a moment, then break into a grin. “Or you’re Shrek.”

“Oof. Wow.” His hand flies up to his chest, mock-protecting his wounded pride. “Rude.”

“Hey now, they had a very successful relationship.” His Sunshine just laughs, and pulls him back to them. “C’mere.”

[campchitaquamemories]

OH MY GOD RIZ ITS LIKE YOU KNOW ME

everyone has seen this photo right ?

[fayes-fics]

Hey. Congrats on the followers could I get one for Benedict with the Promot from your list

15. "Be a good girl and swallow it"

For Benedict bridgerton maybe the first time she does down on him

Swallow

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (f to m), deepthroat, swallowing.

Authors Note: Hey Nonny! Thanks for this one. I got a bit umm carried away with this wedding day filth. All undercut as its filth from the get go. I hope you enjoy! <3

“Yes, that’s it, perfect,” his voice is encouraging and rough, his fingers running into your hair, blunt nails scratching your scalp lightly. Holding you against him, your nose pressed into his public hair—the buttons of his gaping trousers rubbing against your neck.

You can’t respond; your mouth and throat are too full of him - so hot, so hard, so there, overwhelming your senses. The uneven wooden floor feels slightly painful for your knees, but it's a welcome distraction, something to anchor you to this moment. You can hear the wedding party, your party, distantly through a door.

“Look up at me," he implores, and you tip your head slightly, meeting his gaze. You know your eyes are watering, but that is precisely what he wants to see.

“Oh yes, you look so beautiful, my girl," he praises lavishly, stroking your cheek, his wedding ring catching against your skin “look at you taking me all in on your first time; you are doing so very well.” 

Fuck if your pussy doesn't flood even more from that praise. 

He slides out and gives you some reprieve to take a few breaths. You cough and gasp for air, strings of saliva dripping onto your chin, onto your damn wedding dress.

“Open up again, my girl.” You obey without thought. And then he's teasing you, getting you to concentrate on his head. His precum tastes salty and tangy, and you just can't get enough. You run your tongue hard along the slit down to his frenulum, listening to his heavy breaths and little moans. You are drunk on the power you have over him right now.

“Suck a little harder; let's see those cheeks hollow," he directs softly.

So eager to please, you take a quick breath around him, the best you can, then suck hard, Your mouth narrowing to just the width of him, making obscene noises as you move up and down slowly, going deeper on each movement.  You feel every ridge and vein pass over your lips. Your tongue is lathing the underside of his cock, his foreskin rolling against you. More than anything, you want to please him, Benedict, your husband of about two hours.

“Oh yes,” he hisses, “that's it, fuck, you are so very good at this.” His hips start to rock slightly, tilting himself against your tongue, pushing harder, further. You move to grab his thighs, attempting to control a little of the motion.

“Nuh-uh, keep those hands at your side, wife,” he warns.

“Yes, husband," you attempt to say as you drop your hands, but it’s mostly a muffled noise that makes him groan and push harder. You feel yourself gag slightly, and it just encourages him. 

“What a lucky, lucky man I am. You are such a good girl,” his voice is a gentle murmur that settles over your skin like honey.

Oh. He’s already worked out your praise kink. The prospect of this, of him, you both as a couple feels heady, potent with possibilities - what an excellent choice of husband.

His noises are whiny and desperate as you keep up the suction and movement. His hands are holding your face, directing you.

“Ohhh, I am so very close,” he pants a warning.

You have heard rumours of what happens next - ladies maid idle gossip - but nothing can prepare you for its reality.  

You feel a strong ripple up his cock, and then a salty, sour taste hits the roof of your mouth and coats your tongue. It keeps coming as he holds you there, his body curling slightly, groaning heavily.

"Be a good girl and swallow it." His hand slips to hold your throat; his tone brokers no argument. 

You do as asked, feeling his palm against your windpipe.

“Oh good girl, such a good fucking girl.” 

He effortlessly pulls you to your feet and starts to gather up your dress, pushing your back against the column you stand by, and sinking to his knees before you.

“Your turn, wife,” his voice like velvet.

Tagging my usual girls: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @orangevelvete @kkpolakow

[bteezxyewriter12]

BTS Run

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- ponytail Yoongi, rough sex, handcuffs, collar, use of slut and whore, dirty talk, breeding kink, pussy eating, deepthroat blow job, fucking from behind, riding, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, so much fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

J POV

"Uh what do you want me to do?"

"Put my hair up jagi"

I thought that's what he said

"Seriously?"

He smirks, "Yeah jagi. Half up, half down"

"You are trying to kill me", I grumble

He just smirks wider

"Not nice"

He knows certain hairstyles on him drive me insane

Undercuts, his long hair and when it's up in ponytails

He does it on purpose to rile me up, wearing his hair up all day everyday at home

"Please jagi?", he pouts

I roll my eyes, "You are so fucking lucky I love you"

He gives me a smile and of course I melt

"Sit", I grumble

He sits in front of me and I finger comb his hair

"Mmm jagi", he whimpers

He loves when I play with his hair

It relaxes him and when he's tired it puts him to sleep

Our kids are just like him too

Playing with their hair puts them to sleep

"Yeah yeah", I answer, separating some of his hair and finger combing it into a ponytail

"Hair tie naekkeo?"

"Don't you have one baby?"

I sigh

Of course I have one

Reaching over for my bag, I pull out the baggy of hair ties

"Here", I say, "Open it for me"

He does and I reach in, taking out a black hair tie

I wrap the tie around the ponytail until it's secure

Then I smooth down the rest of his hair that's not in the ponytail

"There naekkeo", I say, taking the baggy bag, closing it and dropping it in my bag

He reaches for me, tugging my hand and I move in front of him

He pulls me in his lap, cuddling me, nuzzling into my neck

"Thanks jagi. My pretty baby", he murmurs, "My perfect wife"

Giggling, I say, "Stop baby. All I did was put your hair up"

"No jagi. You do so much more. Making me look good for our shoots and performances"

"It's my job naekkeo", I laugh

That's how I met him, when I was hired as one of their makeup artists

I've been with them since before debut, been with Yoongi since 2014 and we got married in 2016

He's the best husband in the world and I'm so lucky to have him

"Ok Jo", he says, "You're still perfect jagi. You always supported me, was always understanding, always by my side, never left when it got hard. You do everything for me, gave me two beautiful kids and you're just my everything. I love you"

"I love you Yoongi. So much. You're my perfect everything. My naekkeo"

He smiles, then presses his perfect lips against mine

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, loving the way his lips feel on mine

His tongue moves against mine, both of us moaning softly

I feel his cock harder under me, turning me on

"Stop baby. You can't dance with a hard dick", I tell him between kisses

"I can't help it jagi. Everything about you is just hot. You know I can't touch you, can't kiss you without getting turned on"

"Mmm me too", I say, smiling against his lips before kissing him again

His fingers move under my shirt, trailing along my skin, shivers running down my spine

We get lost in each other until I hear Namjoon

"Hey! Let's go Yoongi!", he shouts, "You can work on baby number three later"

He pulls away from me, glaring at Namjoon, "Fuck off"

Namjoon just rolls his eyes, "Yeah whatever. Let's go. We don't have all day"

I kiss his cheek, turning his face to mine, "Don't get mad naekkeo. Namjoon is just upset that Aera didn't come again. Cut him some slack"

"I told him she's no good for him but he won't listen", he huffs

"He just has to figure that out for himself baby. Just be nice ok"

He sighs, "Ok baby. I'll let it go. But if he says one more shitty thing, I'm gonna tell him off"

I just laugh, "Ok naekkeo. C'mon. I want to see you dancing sexily for me"

He snorts, "Yeah ok jagi"

We get to the practice room, he kisses the top of my head, then walks to the guys while I take a seat behind the cameras

They're gonna do a practice video for Run BTS

I love that song and they got so much praise for the performance they did for it in the Busan concert

Yoongi was completely sexy and I was so turned on I fucked him after that set in a dressing room

Then again at home

And I know he asked to put his hair in the ponytail now for this song so I can fuck him again right after

And he's absolutely right

That is going to happen

After a few minutes they all get into position and the music starts

I watch Yoongi start the song, standing then sitting on a chair

Suddenly Jungkook jumps over him and I'm shocked at that surprise move

As they dance the chorus, I keep my eye on Yoongi

He's such a good dancer

I remember when he used to complain about it when we first met and we're just friends

I always praised him and later found out that he would say that to me just to talk to me

He didn't know what to say so he just complained about dancing

And he says that my praise helped him do better, helped him to see that dancing isn't so bad

And it was an opening for him to keep talking to me, eventually asking me out

He was so slick back then too

His verse comes up and he raps so fast, moving around, doing little dance moves

When he turns his head, I'm hit with his ponytail and his stunning jawline

My god my husband is fucking hot

He's so fucking amazing, such a hard worker, an amazing performer

I've always admired how hard he works for BTS and on his solo songs, his passion for music and how he comes up with all these melodies and lyrics

He really is Min Suga Genius

He moves back to the center, right in the front of the group, dancing and rapping the post chorus

I watch the way his body moves so effortlessly, so smoothly and I can't wait to see him move on top of me

Holy shit, not the place nor the time

He looks at me, smirking before he moves away with the other guys so Jimin can dance and Hobi can rap

I keep my eyes on him, watching him breathing hard right before he gets back into the choreo for the rest of the song

When they're done, he comes over to me, coming right into my open arms, his face buried in my neck

"You were so good baby", I praise him

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?", he breathes

"No naekkeo. You know I never lie to you. You're amazing baby"

He's so sweaty but I don't care

I find it very hot

He's called back to look over the video and he takes me with him

We watch the playback, the guys commenting on their performances

It's decided that everything was good in just one take

I'm not surprised

They're that good

"So we done?", Yoongi asks

Namjoon nods, "Yeah"

"Great. Bye", he says, taking my hand and leading me to be practice room door

"Yoongi!"

"C'mon jagi. We finished early and we have extra time before we have to get the kids from your mom's"

"Naekkeo, they're at my mom's all day. You know she loves taking care of them and we can get them anytime"

My mom watches our two kids, our two year old son Jae-hyuk and our four month old daughter Nari while we both work

Yoongi works a lot more than I do as BTS doesn't always need a makeup artist for things like practice, recording or when they're in their studios

I stay home with the kids most of the time, taking care of them and the house

My mom watches them when I'm at work or Yoongi and I go out together

He still takes me out on dates so we can still spend time together

After the dates we usually go home and yeah we have sex

Those are the times when we can be loud and rough and not have to worry about the kids waking up

"Ok then. Home now", he says, tugging my hand

I follow him out of the building to the car

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The front door slams into the wall as Yoongi shoves it open

He carries me inside, my mouth pressing kisses to his neck

We got home so quickly, he jumped out of the car, picked me up and here we are

Kicking the door closed, he carries me straight to our room, sitting right onto the bed

"Naked now", he growls, pulling on my shirt

I crash my mouth to his, shoving his jacket off as his tongue plays with mine

His hands goes under my shirt, shoving it up my body

He separates from my mouth just for the time it takes for him to peel the shirt off me and for me to take his black shirt off

I love when he wears black shirts

White shirts too

So fucking sexy

He kisses me wildly, turning us and slamming me on the bed

He shoves my pants down and off, grabbing my panties and completely tearing them off, tossing them on the floor

He flips me over, hands undoing my bra, then turning me back on my back, pulling my bra off

He moves me up the bed, laying me on the pillow

Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out handcuffs, smirking at me

I immediately move my hands up to the metal bars of the headboard

"Such a good girl for me", he praises

He sits up, handcuffing me securely to the bed

He reaches over again, pulling out a collar with bells on it

My collar

My cunt gets so much more wet seeing it

"Want to wear it baby?"

I nod eagerly

I do

So much

"Ok baby girl"

I lift my head, letting him put it on me, the tag that says "Master's cockslut" cool against my throat

I lay back down on the pillow, his eyes roaming all over me

"Fuck, my little wife is so fucking beautiful. So sexy"

His gorgeous hands move on my body, starting at my hips, slowly going up, my skin on fucking fire from his touch

"So pretty", he murmurs, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples

I shiver hard, whimpering softly

"Open your legs for me baby"

I immediately spread them as his mouth takes my nipple and he sucks softly

"Yoongi!", I cry, pleasure hitting my body

His mouth keeps on going and I just want to plunge my hands in his hair, pull his ponytail out and pull hard

Unfortunately my hands are tied and I just pull on the handcuffs

"Mm pulling against them already baby?", he teases, pressing kisses down my body, "Let's see how hard you pull on them while I devour your pretty cunt"

With that, he buries his face in my pussy, his tongue licking furiously

And I just scream, euphoria slamming into me

"Fuck jagi, so fucking good baby", he groans

I don't care what anyone says, Yoongi is the king of oral

For both of us, we've only done anything sexual with each other

He was my first and I was his

His tongue is the only one I ever had and the only one I'll ever want

He learned how to be good at it and I know he's the fucking best

He knows what to do with his tongue, how to make me cum quick or how to make it last long

Right now, he's working me up for it to be quick, swirling his tongue between my pussy lips, then circling my slit

I'm waiting impatiently for him to do what I want

He shoves his tongue inside me, wiggling it around and I scream his name, tugging viciously on the handcuffs, my pussy getting so fucking soaked

"Yoongi more. Baby more"

He lets out a completely sexy laugh, that does nothing but bring me closer to an orgasm

"Does my little slut want me to tongue fuck her?"

"Yes Yoongi! Fuck yes!", I yell

His fingers spread my lips wide open, his tongue back in my hole as far as he can go

Then he pulls it out and thrusts it back inside

"More baby, please"

He fucks his tongue in and out of me, the pleasure taking over

"Gonna cum around my tongue?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

His tongue doesn't stop, sending me head first into a massively pleasurable orgasm

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi!"

My cunt pulses around his tongue, releasing cum all over him

"So fucking good jagi", he moans, swallowing, "More baby. More cream"

When I finish, his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking like his life depends on it

I can't stop screaming, the ecstacy hitting me in waves

I watching him and he looks so fucking hot, so beautiful in between my legs

His eyes move up to mine, staring intensely at me, holding my gaze as his mouth slurps all over my clit

His hands grip my legs so hard, holding them down and open wide

"Yoongi I can't-", I cry, tears falling down my face from how intense it is

"You can jagi", he encourages in between sucks, "You can. Cum for me baby"

He lavishes my clit with his amazing tongue and I snap, stars bursting in my vision

I cum hard and he sucks me through it, the pleasure astounding, my arms straining against the handcuffs

God I wish I was pulling his hair

Only when I'm done does his tongue move to my slit, licking and moaning loudly at how sweet my cum is

He loves how I taste and the first time I heard him say that, it blew my mind

But then again, I love how he tastes too

He gives me one more long kick, kisses my clit then stands up

He undoes his pants getting them and his boxers off

My eyes land right on his hard cock, standing straight up and crying cum

I press my legs together as I get turned on more

He smirks, "Aww jagi, you're getting so horny just from seeing my cock?"

I nod

Of course I am

He has the perfect dick

His length is average but he's so thick and he knows how to use it

Plus I'm small so he's big for me

"Well I wanna hear you screaming when I'm fucking you. Got it?"

"Yes naekkeo"

He reaches for the handcuffs, undoing them

He flips me over, on my stomach, handcuffing me back to the headboard

"Ready my beautiful baby", he asks as his hands run down my body, starting from my shoulders, down to my hips where he grips hard

"Yes naekkeo", I moan, waiting in anticipation

He doesn't keep me waiting long, his big head entering and stretching my slit

I moan like a huge slut as he moves inch by inch, impaling me on his massively thick cock

My body shakes from the amazing pleasure and when he bottoms out, I feel him inside so deeply, just how I like it

I love being full of his dick

It's the best feeling in the world

"God jagi, still so tight. Always so tight and wet for me", he pants, "Are you ready to scream for me?"

I nod my head rapidly, bells on my collar jingling

I'm so ready

He pulls out slowly then shoves himself back in with such force and speed I move up the bed, my hands gripping the headboard bars, a scream ripping from my throat as stars burst in my vision

Right away Yoongi set a hard and brutal pace, fucking me wide open, completely ruining me on his cock

And I am loving it

I can't stop gushing around him, the sound of his skin hitting mine as well as the squelching sound when his cock dives back inside me are so fucking pretty

Add to that the constant ringing of the bells on my collar and his sexy grunts and moans, I can cum just from the sounds alone

He fucks into me hard, his cock slamming into my spot over and over

My head is in the clouds, the feeling taking over my body

"Oh yeah, my pussy's gonna cum", he laughs so sexily, "Fuck creaming my cock so well baby. Need your orgasm"

"Yoongi", I whimper, my fingers and knuckles white from how hard I'm gripping the headboard bars

I feel the orgasm coming and it's going to be huge

"Give it to me", he demands, slamming into me so deeply

The typhoon of pleasure smashes into me when I cum, screaming his name at the top of my lungs

My legs shake and I'm having a hard time staying up

"Yoongi!"

"Oh fuck jagi. Yes baby. Give it to me. Don't stop baby. So good", he praises

He fucks me through the orgasm the pleasure bleeding into the feeling of his cock hitting my spot

His arm reaches around me, his fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously

"Don't stop coming", he orders

It's so good, tears running down my face and I scream wordlessly as a powerful orgasm runs through me

My vision goes black and I know I'm squirting on him

"Yes!", he yells, "Fuck I love watching your beautiful pussy gush on my cock. It's so fucking pretty"

I hear him but I can't answer because my body is seized in ecstasy

His cock keeps moving, growling, "Mm baby, gonna fuck another baby into you"

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah jagi. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant again. Make your stomach swollen with my baby", he grunts, fucking me into the bed

I can only whimper as I hear him, so turned on

I know he's just playing into his breeding kink but seriously it's hot

"Do you want that jagi? Want another baby?"

"Yes Yoongi!", I moan, "Want you to knock me up again"

"Fuck", he cries, sheathing himself inside me, his thick cock throbbing and spilling his hot cum inside me

My slutty cunt clenches on him, milking his cock for all his cum

"Yes Yoongi", I urge him, "Give me all you cum naekkeo. I want it."

"Take it baby. Fuck such a greedy pussy, sucking my cock for everything I have. Such a good slut for me"

When he finishes, I can't hold myself up and I slump forward, his arm around me holding my ass up

"My baby. My pretty baby", he murmurs as he slowly pulls out

He gently puts me down, his body over mine, unlocking the handcuffs, my arms dropping down

Moving next to me, he turns me to my back, one of my arms in his hands, massaging them

It feels good and he does it to my other arm as well

After he pulls me into his arms, he kisses my cheek, holding me

"Ok jagi?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Not too rough?"

Looking up at him, I smile, "Never naekkeo"

"Ok. I never want to hurt you jagi"

"You won't baby", I answer, touching his cheek softly

I trust Yoongi with my life

I know he would never hurt me

Never

Moving closer, I press my lips to his in a kiss

He kisses me back immediately, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me right against him

I finally move my fingers into the loose part of his hair, tugging on the strands

I'm not taking his ponytail out yet because hot

As we make out, our hands grope each other and his hardening cock pressing into my stomach, turning me on

Yoongi has amazing stamina, able to get hard a few minutes after he cums

Able to go for multiple rounds

He says because I'm that hot

I always roll my eyes but he insists that I'm the sexiest girl he's ever seen and that just looking at me turns him on

I believe he feels that way but it's just hard for me to believe in general

But then again just looking at him makes me wet so yeah

"Again baby?", I tease him between kisses

"Always baby. For you always", he murmurs

He kisses my neck, making me moan from how his soft pretty lips send fire through my body

"Come on top baby", he asks, "Ride me"

I sit up, smirking at him, asking, "Time to switch naekkeo?"

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Yoongi POV

"Time to switch naekkeo?", she asks

I nod

Definitely

She smiles, grabbing the handcuffs while I lay down, taking her spot

I smirk at her and hold my hands up, against the headboard bars

She leans over me, handcuffing me to the bars, then presses her soft lips to my cheek before her kissing my lips

Her fingers move into my hair that's not in a ponytail, running through the strands

I know she loves my hair like this

Half up or all up, it drives her crazy and I know it

Which is why I started putting my hair up all the time

Or having her do it

I love watching her clamp her legs together, watching her try to keep a straight face on

It's only fair, she drives me insane all the time

Her lips move down to my neck, right into the spot that sends pleasure down my spine

I moan softly, loving the way it feels

"Jagi, please", I whimper, "Need you"

"Mm is that so naekkeo?", she teases

I nod, "Yeah baby"

Her hand moves down to my hard cock, jerking me off slowly

"Oh baby's so hard", she smirks, "Can I suck your pretty cock before I bounce on it?"

"Yes", I whine

Anything for some relief

She moves down immediately, my cock in her throat in seconds

She sucks, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

I snap my gaze down, watching her deepthroat me right off the bat

She's fucking amazing

She learned how to do this for me and she's fucking perfect at it

Bobbing her head up and down, bottoming me out every thrust as she fucks my cock with her throat

Tears run down her face, spit all over me and my lap, those fucking bells ringing hard and loud, turning me on so much

So fucking messy just how I like it

Taking me in again, she holds me inside, her mouth sucking hard and so fucking fast, stars bursts in my vision

"Baby! Oh god, fuck"

Watching her mouth sucking my dick is bringing me so close to coming

"Jagi, stop baby. Please. I'm gonna cum", I plead

She looks up at me and just smirks around my cock, sucking faster

"Baby no", I whine, the bliss almost taking over, "I want to cum in your pussy. Please baby, want you to ride me"

She sucks one more time, the pulls off, pleasure leaving me

"Since you asked so nicely", she says, climbing on top of me, straddling me

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

Only her pussy wrapped tightly around me can make it better

She holds my cock up, her hand stroking me a few times before she sinks down on me

I keep my eyes on her tiny cunt, watching her little slit open so prettily, her lips wrapping around me

Inside she opens just enough for me to pass, latching on to my cock, pulsing around me, drenching my length and lap

God she always soaked, always ready for me

She gets me all in, sitting on my legs, moving her hips in a circle

"Fuck!", I yell, squeezing my eyes closed as the pleasure runs through my body

"Fuck naekkeo", she whimpers, moving faster, "You're cock is the best. Feels so fucking good"

She rocks on me, my head rubbing against her spot

I watch her move, her body shaking, pleasure on her face

"God this cock can make me cum so quick", she moans

I feel her getting close, her pussy throbbing so pleasurably

"Baby", I gasp, "Cum on me. Please"

"Yoongi, oh god", she cries, coming

Her orgasm gives me so much bliss it's insane

It's like nothing I've ever felt before

I was so shocked the first time she came on my dick

It was so fucking good and I thought it was just because I never had sex before

Anything felt amazing

But no, her orgasms are the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

I need them

I'm addicted to them and I wouldn't have it any other way

When she finishes, she leans, over me, her mouth against mine as she kisses me wildly, her fingers twisting in my hair

Her hips start moving, her cunt bouncing up and down my cock

I feel her creaming my cock, feel is drip down onto the bed and just imagining the sight is such a turn on

Her hands pull my hair, pulling my head back and she lavishes kisses all over my neck

I moan loudly, pulling against the handcuffs hard, the bed rattling

I want to touch her so bad

Grab her cute ass, hold her as I fuck up into her dripping cunt

Her clit rubs against my pelvis, her moans on my neck sending vibrations down my body

She's moving so fast, riding me so fucking good stars are blasting in my vision

I need to touch her

I yell loudly, using all my strength to pull against the handcuffs

There's a snapping sound and suddenly my hands are free

Grabbing her ass, I squeeze, holding her in place and I fuck up into her

"Yoongi!", she screams, her cunt getting so tight around me

I don't stop, thrusting up, impaling her on my dick over and over, destroying her tiny spot

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she screams, "I'm gonna cum! Baby I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, yes!", I shout, "Cream my cock baby. Now!"

Thrusting again, she screams in my neck, her entire body shaking in my arms, her fingers yanking on my hair as she orgasms all over me, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

I hold her on my cock, letting her ride it out, feeling incredible pleasure

"Good girl", I yell, "My good girl"

When she finishes, I roll us over, getting her on her back

Moving to my knees, I put her legs on my shoulders, fucking her hard into our bed

Her screams, her begging for more is music to my ears

I snap my hips, plunging my cock in so deep her stomach bulges with every thrust

So hot

Leaning forward, my hands move on either side of her head, crashing my lips to hers as I fuck her

Tears are falling from her fucked out eyes, wetting my face as we kiss, her hands buried in my hair

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, spasming hard

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your perfect cunt with cum", I murmur, pressing kisses to her cheek, "Ok baby. You want my cum inside you?"

She nods, her eyes glazed over and I know I fucked her dumb

It happens at least once a day and I know all she wants is to cum

Barreling all inside her, I stay there, grinding against her, making sure her spot is getting stimulated, my pelvis rubbing her clit at the same time

"Yyy...Yoon...", she stammers

"Fall apart on my cock jagi"

She shudders hard, losing it, her body arching, cunt exploding all over me

"Oh fuck! Joanne!", I scream, releasing inside her in pure ecstasy

White light blinds me as I orgasm, my body shaking as I struggle to hold myself up

I don't want to crush her tiny body

When we both finish, I pull out and collapse on the bed next to her

Looking over at her, I see her eyes closed as she pants for breath

Reaching for her, I pull her sweaty body on top of mine, holding her tightly

I run my fingers in her sweaty hair, both of us just breathing, relaxing

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers, holding my hand close to her

"Naekkeo, you still have the handcuffs on"

I do?

Holy shit I do

I thought I broke the actual cuffs

But no, I broke the chain that connects them, the cuffs still around both my wrists

"It's ok jagi. I'll take them off soon"

She nods, cuddling into me, "We have to get the kids naekkeo"

"Yeah jagi. I think we should take a quick shower before we get them"

She smirks at me, "It's never a quick shower when we're together"

I smile back, "Then we should go now"

"Now?"

I nod, "Now"

Sitting up, I get her in my arms, picking her up

"Yoongi! I can walk baby!"

I shake my head, "You're my princess"

"You're my king", she giggles, kissing my cheek

As I walk to the bathroom, she tugs on my ponytail, pulling it out, my hair falling in my face

"So sexy naekkeo", she says, softly, tucking hair behind my ear and kissing my jaw

I blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead

Once in the bathroom, I put her down and turn on the water

Popping off the handcuffs, I throw them out, then take her collar off

Taking her hand, I pull her in the shower with me, coming right into my arms

"I love you", she says softly

"I love you", I answer, as we

hold on to each other under the warm water, happy in her arms

[emjiroki]

Gangs All Here Collab: Reader x Izana x Shinichiro x Mikey

18+ Minors DNI Explicit Scenes and Language

Word count: 3k

Warnings: early mentions of orgasm denial, smoking and drinking, biting, M and F oral sex, fem reader!

Hi everyone! I'm so happy to be able to get this SUPER self indulgent piece out for my birthday! Happy Birthday to my big brain for helping me finish! I hope everyone enjoys!

Big thank you to @kinjuutsu for hosting this collab and just being amazing ❤

"So you’re sure she'll be okay with this?" Shinichiro asked, "this seems a bit weird to me". 

"Trust me, it was her idea," Izana said with confident ease as they rode the elevator up to his penthouse, "just a little gift for her birthday". 

"Is Manjiro here yet?" The dark-haired man asked, lighting a cigarette just as a soft ding signaled their floor arrival. 

"Probably not, you know how he is, he'll be here though. Got a thumbs up message when I asked him to come" Izana replied, pulling his keys from the pocket of his jacket and going to open the front door until the knob turned in his hand. A grin broke out across his face when he heard your cries a few seconds before Shinichiro did, side glancing at his brother in time to see the color spring to his cheeks. The sounds filling Izana's living room were sinful, wet skin steadily colliding and the debauched sound of your voice crying out for "more! please, Mikey, anything" completely changed the atmosphere of the conversation the two older Sano's were just having. 

"M-Mikey," you moaned, fingers digging into the cushion, stomach tense as the arm of the couch dug in from where he had you bent over. Mikey’s back was to the door, body bare and Bonten tattoo on full display on his neck, paying no mind to the opening door. 

“I’ll give what I give,” He said, biting off a groan as you clenched around him, “Just take it”. 

Shinichiro’s jaw dropped at the sound that poured from your lips, cigarette nearly dropping before Izana snatched it, grinning at his brother as he took a deep inhale, cherry end glowing brightly for a moment before he flicked it to the floor, snubbing it out under his Prada loafer. 

“Don’t torture my Angel now Mikey,” Izana called loudly, motioning for Shin to pick his jaw up and shut the door behind him, “It is her birthday after all”. 

“And you wanted to be ours for the night as your gift, pretty little whore” Mikey said, slapping his left hand down against your ass, leaning down to skim his nose along your spine as he stilled his steady thrusts long enough to press a searing kiss to your shoulder. With shoes toed off at the door, Izana crossed the walkway over to the couch with Shinichiro following right behind him. 

“Can’t deny that,” Izana agreed with a smile, ring-clad hand going under your chin to lift your face. 

“Z-Zana,” You said in a breathy whimper, nuzzling against the palm of his hand, legs trembling from their prolonged position. 

“What is it? Already gonna beg?” The white-haired man cooed as he began unbuttoning his shirt, “We’re all here for you sweetheart”. Mikey was suddenly pulling out of you and hauling you up, your head spinning from the blood rushing and from being turned so quickly. His mouth was on your chest immediately, head bent down to press his lips to your nipple and suck it against his tongue. Your fingers went his short honey blonde hair, nails scratching lightly against the shaved undercut as he groaned into your flesh. The oldest Sano brother had paused when you turned to look at him, shirt off and hands unbuttoning his jeans. You extended your hand to him, the fresh red in his nose bringing an endearing smile to your lips. ‘Just like the first time’ you thought to yourself. 

“Move Manjiro,” Shinichiro said, tone firm despite the flush and dark eyes gaining a sharp edge. 

“Don’t wanna,” Mikey said, a thin drip of drool breaking the seal of his lips and running down his chin.

“Don’t care.”

“Don’t be greedy Mikey,” Izana said from where he was sitting back against the couch cock in hand as he got off to the soft sounds spilling from your lips. Mikey groaned in disapproval, casting a heated look up to you before pulling away and flopping next to his brother. Goosebumps rushed across your skin from the coolness of the air around you, a shiver running up your spine as Shinichiro’s warm hands dragged down your sides to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“You sure this is what you want? Us? I don’t want to hurt you,” He said, bending down to rest his forehead against yours, dark eyes seeming to search your face for any signs of hesitation. You nodded, your hands going to the sides of his face to pull him into a kiss before he pulled away a little. 

“I need you to say it, baby. for me" 

"This is what I want," you said, heat pooling in your gut as you leaned in to kiss up his throat to his jaw. His big hands went down the curve of your ass to the back of your thighs, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Where’s your bed Izana?” Shinichiro asked before slotting his lips against yours, a low groan in his throat as you brushed your tongue against his. 

“Down the hall to your left”. He was walking to the hall before Izana had finished his sentence, paying no mind to Mikey who followed nearly beside you, and Izana who had held back to the living room. 

“So sweet,” Shin groaned against your mouth, your arms around his neck and hands running up to tug at his dark hair, “wanna taste your pussy”.

“It’s like heaven,” Mikey said, opening the door to the dimly lit bedroom. Shinichiro supported you with one arm for a moment as he pulled the dark comforter off the bed, throwing it to the side somewhere on the floor before laying you down, hands spreading your knees apart.

“Know what you’re doing?” the blonde asked his brother with a teasing glint in his eyes as he sat on his knees next to you on the bed. 

“Yes Manjiro, I know what I’m doing,” Shinichiro said, with a soft glare at his little brother. 

“Could show you some pointers” Mikey said with a smirk, barely flinching when you smacked his stomach. 

“Always running your mouth Mikey,” Izana said from the doorway, body bare as he carried in water bottles. 

“Right like you should talk Izana” Mikey said with an eye roll. You were so focused on their arguing that you hadn’t noticed Shinichiro sinking to his knees, the feeling of his tongue running through your folds to your clit dragged a sharp breath from your chest, your hands immediately tugging on dark strands. Shinichiro groaned as he dipped his tongue down to your soaked entrance, your body automatically clenching around the intrusion. Heat blazed in your cheeks again as he ate you out shamelessly, your arousal coating his chin as he moaned and groaned into your pussy. A strong tug on his hair had him looking up at you, shining dark eyes drinking you in with blown pupils and sending butterflies through your stomach.

“Wanna make you cum” he mumbled, sucking harshly against your clit for a moment as he slid two of his long fingers inside of you, continuously nudging the soft spot that had your toes curling. 

“F-Fuck ‘Chiro I’m-” a high-pitched whine broke across your tongue as Mikey’s fingers went to your nipples, settling himself behind you. 

“Cum on his tongue Angel, know you want to” Mikey whispered against the skin behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. A broken cry slipped from your lips as your back arched, Shinichiro burying his mouth against you so far you couldn’t tell if he was even breathing. When your legs began to tremble from overstimulation he pulled back, hearts practically swimming in his eyes as his cheeks were flushed a dark pink. 

“My turn!” Mikey exclaimed enthusiastically, his cock throbbing against your back. 

“Back off, you already got to make her cum” Izana snapped, resting on his knees at your side, pretty tan skin such a contrast to his platinum white hair and his orchid purple eyes that it was hard to take your eyes off of him, “Besides, she’s my girlfriend”.

“She’d be mine too, wouldn’t you?” the blonde asked with a soft hand under your chin, turning your face away from his brother to look at him. His heated gaze matches Shinichiro, lust making the pooling darkness shine. 

"Yes" you said without a second thought, almost afraid to look at Izana from the expression on Mikey’s face. A smug triumphant smile. 

"What about Shin?" Izana asked in a rough voice. You nodded, Shinichiro's hands going to cup your cheeks as he leaned up to press a hot kiss against your lips. 

"My little whore. Showing off so well" Izana groaned, drawing your attention to where he was jerking himself, silently begging you just to turn your face to him and let him fuck your mouth. You broke away from the eldest's lips to turn and take Izana’s flushed cockhead in your mouth, your tongue curling out around it as he groaned, purple eyes fluttering closed as he rested a hand against your cheek. A moaned rolled off your tongue against Izana’s cock as Shinichiro nudged his head against your entrance. 

“You sure this is okay?” He asked, thighs trembling with the restraint not to shove inside of you. You nodded with another needy sound, circling your legs back around his waist and pulling him forward. One fluid movement had him buried inside of you, heavy balls tapping your ass with every small twitch of his hips.

“Fuuuck” Shinichiro groaned, breath coming out in heavy pants as you clenched around him. 

“She’ll make you cum so fast your head will spin” Izana said on a broken moan to his oldest brother as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled him to the back of your throat. 

“I want attention too” Mikey said with a huff, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around his length, sighing when you squeezed your fingers around him. Your head was dizzy from the feeling of everything, all the warm hands grasping your body, the hushed and heated praises falling from their lips as you moaned and writhed under their touch. Shinichiro’s cock might not have been as thick as Izana’s but it curved directly into your G-spot sending slick running down to soak beneath you on the sheets. It felt like your body was on fire, sweat trickling down your temple as Shin fucked up into your body, Izana gripping the hair at the base of your neck to hold you against his cock even as your jaw ached, the feeling of Mikey’s pre cum oozing down your fingers as you twisted and pumped your hand had your eyes rolling back. It was all too much and yet not enough. Your cheeks were blazing heat as you listened to all three men fall apart, thrusts and groans turning sloppy.

“Gonna cum sweetheart, gonna fill this pussy up” Shinichiro said on an almost airy whine, hands gripping bruises into your hips.

“Please. Want you to cum. Need you to,” You groaned as Izana pulled you off of his cock, jaw finally lax for a second as your heart thrummed in your chest, breathes coming out in wet pants as you tried to catch your breath. Three more thrusts had him spilling inside of you with a guttural moan, his legs shaking as his cock pumped shot after shot of hot cum against your cervix, your slick walls fluttering and clenching around him as the warm feeling in your belly had your orgasm crashing over you with spots bursting behind your closed eyelids. The debauched noise that fell from your lips had Izana and Mikey moaning, theirs cheeks and noses flushed as they jerked themselves over your chest.

“Such a pretty Angel, my birthday girl, did so good for us” Izana groaned roughly, bending down to press his lips to yours. You cried out against his mouth as when you felt Shinichiro’s fingers at your entrance, lightly pushing the cum that had dripped down when he pulled out back inside of you, his slender fingers feeling the copious amounts of cum filling up your overstimulated insides. 

“Open your mouth” Izana said, hands going to your hair to pull your head back. You moaned needily as you let your tongue fall from between your lips. 

“That’s right, just like that” Mikey moaned, his hand going around yours and pumping himself a little faster as his hips twitched, cock throbbing in your fist. Another soft sound escaped your mouth before they were coating your skin and cumming against your tongue, hot, sticky cum painting your skin like debauched artwork. Mikey smeared the head of his still pulsing cock against your cheek, smiling when you turned your face to lick against it and send shivers to his toes. You laid there for a few moments in a buzzing haze, letting your heart slow the sweat cool on your skin when Izana suddenly sucked your nipple into his mouth, settling against the curve of your side and wrapping his arm around you like he always does when he’s trying to calm down and relax. You closed your heavy eyes for what felt like only a moment before you felt a warm towel being wiped between your legs, your eyes cracking open to see Shinichiro cleaning you up. You realized neither Mikey nor Izana were in bed anymore. 

“How long was I out?” You asked, sitting up on your elbows.

“Like ten minutes not very long” He muttered around the unlit cigarette in his mouth, rolling the towel up and throwing it over to the laundry basket. 

“Where’s-”

“Mikey’s ordering food and I think Izana’s making a drink in the kitchen” Shin said, going over to the bedside table and finding your candle lighter, sparking the end of the cigarette and taking a greedy inhale and flopping onto his back on the bed next to you and looked up to the ceiling. Heat rushed to your core as you watched goosebumps prickle across his pale skin from the cold air around you and slight nicotine rush. You tapped Shin’s arm and signaled for him to give you a drag, his slender fingers holding the cigarette to your lip.

“Didn’t think you smoked” Shinichiro said with a soft hum as he watched the smoke billow up from your nose and kiss swollen lips. 

“I don’t, not regularly” You said casually, turning on your side to kiss him softly, catching him off guard and making his dick jump. 

“Yeah she doesn’t drink either” Izana said as he walked into the room, glass of ice and amber liquid clinking in his hand. He paused at the end of the bed, taking a sip of his drink as his bright eyes scanned your nude body from head to toe before his strong hand gripped your ankle and yanked you down the bed so that he was pressed against you. Izana took a mouth filling drink and leaned down to you, slotting his lips against yours and pouring half of the burning liquid against your tongue, groaning with his chest as he pulled away to swallow. The hand that was still grasped around your ankle pushed your knee to your chest, opening yourself up while his other hand grasped his half hard cock, brushing the weeping head through the new wetness at your entrance before pushing in. One of your hands went to Shinichiro’s as you gasped, the dark haired man pulling it to his lips and pressing soft kisses against your fingers and wrist as Izana dipped his head to your throat, his teeth nipping the skin into sore spots that he soothed with his tongue as he thrust against you. The snap of his hips was bruising, the head of his cock jamming up against and past the bundle of nerves inside of you and kissing your cervix till there were overwhelmed tears in your eyes. It felt too good, your toes were going numb. 

“Cum around my cock love, haven’t gotten to feel you tonight” He panted against your collarbones, mouth dragging down your heated flesh to latch around your breast again, sucking the nipple in against his tongue and letting his pretty eyes flutter closed, the speed of his thrusts increasing as he drooled against your skin. The moan that poured from his lips when you clenched around him had you tipping over the edge, your nails digging into his shoulders until there was tiny moons embedded in his skin. The slight pain from your nails had Izana gritting his teeth, slamming once more into you as deep as he could and cumming with a shout, his toes curling and chest heaving as he emptied himself. 

“Damn, you guys started without me?” Mikey said from the doorway, mouth half full of take out noodles and a towel slung around his hips. “Guess it’s pay back”. 

“You didn’t answer the door like that did you?” Shinichiro asked.

“I could have answered it naked” Mikey said, leveling his brother with twin dark eyes and turning around to go put his food up in the kitchen. Izana smiled up at you from where he was resting against your chest, white hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

“Now you’re stuck with us Sweetheart,” He grinned, his amethyst eyes glimmering in the low lighting of the bedroom, leaning up to sweep his tongue into your mouth. You heard Mikey come back into the bedroom and trade spots with Shin, pressing himself against your back side and running his hand down to press his thumb against your clit and roll in slow circles. You gasped as he pressed a kiss to your ear, warm breath fanning across your neck as moaned at the wetness gathering on his wandering fingers. 

“Gonna keep you going until the sun’s up baby,” He moaned as you rolled your hips back against him and felt his hard cock between your asscheeks, “Happy Birthday”.

[libra-kirishima]

BNHA Boys + What They'd Call You if You Were Dating

Ft. Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, and Todoroki Shouto

This was sort of an impulse write but I'd like to make more of these with other characters. also merry christmas or whatever

Iida Tenya

Definitely a dear, darling, love, or sweetheart kind of person. Darling is his favorite and tends to be his go-to.

Once he starts using pet names, Tenya basically never calls you by your name again. The only time he calls you (y/n) is in front of your families or when he's upset with you.

And even then, he can never stay very mad at you for long. Conflict with his darling is something he absolutely detests and when it happens he wants it resolved as soon as he can.

The sound of a door softly opening behind you stirred you out of your dream. With a sleepy smile, you turned to look in the direction of the sound, and met the eyes of your fiancé, visibly embarrassed that he's woken you up.

"I'm sorry, my love, I didn't mean to wake you." He spoke carefully. His voice was soft and every word was calculated, as if he were scared that speaking any louder than he was now, just above a whisper, would make you disappear. You extended your arm outward, grabbing for him with that same tired smile across your lips. He moves without thinking, anxious to be back by your side once again.

"Back from your run?" You asked him as he walked across the room to your shared bed. He rested his upper body above you on his elbows, face just a hair's breadth away from your own.

"I am, darling." He whispered.

"How was it?"

"It was nice, but I'm glad to be home now..."

"Good." You answered. "Me too." Your hand snaked his way up his shoulder and to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you until his lips finally met yours. One of the hands resting at your side moved up to cup your jaw in his palm, holding you close to him for just a bit longer. Savoring this tender moment for him for just a few seconds more. "You're sweaty." You said after parting. He laughs a soft exhale through his nose. After another moment of tender silence you speak quietly. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I had a glass of orange juice before I left."

"That's not food." You argued. The smile on your face soured into a pout. Tenya's eyes softened at your change in expression.

"Darling, don't look at me like that." He pleaded, leaning down after he spoke to kiss the pout on your lips away. "I'll eat in just a moment." When you moved your hand up his neck to run your hands through the hair at the top of his undercut, the feeling of wet hair under your fingertips made you cringe. Tenya noticed this and laughed.

"Go take a shower." You insisted, the smile from before slowly returning to your face. "I'll make breakfast."

"I can help." He said, thumb brushing across your lip before he kisses you again.

"I know you can, but I'll do it. Let me."

"Sleep for a little bit longer, love, and I'll help you when I-" Tenya began to argue. Before he could finish his sentence, you silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"You need to eat." You reminded him. "But you smell like exhaust fumes and body odor right now. Go, and I'll make breakfast."

"Thank you, I love you."

Midoriya Izuku

Izuku stole all of his pet names for you from his mother. Honey, sweetheart, dear. Occasionally he'll refer to you as "baby." It's the only term he came up with on his own and only he is allowed to call you that.

Honey is his favorite and it's the one he tends to use the most often.

You along with some of his other friends went to his mom's house for dinner and after you'd left Izuku explained to her that you were the girl he had a crush on. His mom said she really liked you and called you a sweetheart and it stuck in his head.

As you started spending more time around the Midoriya house as a close friend of Izuku's, his mom started to see you like one of her own. On one occasion his mother called you from the kitchen by saying "(y/n), honey, would you might helping me carry something." And that stuck in his head as well.

You bought her a gift for her birthday and she called you a dear, and Izuku added that pet name to his knowledge bank immediately. By the time the two of you actually started dating he's been saving these terms of endearment in his head for a couple years and anxiously awaiting the chance to use them.

Izuku stood under the awning of a restaurant with a folded umbrella in his hand. In a few seconds time he had it opened and placed it over your head, pulling you closer so the two of you could share it.

"Thank you." You stepped out into the rain with him, huddling close to his side as the rain pounded around you.

"Would it be okay if I walked you home? I wouldn't want you to get wet." Izuku asked, eyes trained on the slight shivers racking your body.

"Funny, I was just about to ask if you would." You answered. "I'd love that." You said. You only made it a few steps forward before he stopped you and pulled you even closer.

"Are you cold, honey?" He asked.

"A little bit." You admitted with a nervous smile. "It's okay though!" You added. "But if I knew it was going to rain maybe I would've-" As you spoke, you didn't notice the way Izuku shifted the umbrella from hand to hand as he lifted his hoodie up and over his shoulders. You didn't get the chance to finish your sentence before your vision was blocked by the red and white fabric of his All Might hoodie.

"Here." He said, slipping your head through the hole at the top and pulling the hood up over your hair. Your arms moved from their place at your sides to slip into the sleeves. Immediately you were overcome with how warm it was, and how you were soon enveloped in his scent. "I don't want you catching a cold."

"Thank you, Izuku." You repeated. "For everything."

Walking side by side, making conversation, the two of you regularly looked away from the path ahead of you to stare at each other. There was something indescribable about him that made you always want more. You wanted to know everything about him, commit every detail to memory, and not go a moment of your life without hearing his voice.

As he explained the details of his new position at Might Tower, you couldn't bring yourself to focus on anything else.

"-So now that I'm at his agency, I got to talk to the people in marketing," He explained. "and I got to talking to the merchandise team. They wanted to meet me to discuss making merch for me."

"Oh my god that's huge!" You said excitedly.

"No wait, it gets better." He insisted, smile growing wider. "I kind of made friends with the head of design during our meetings." He explained. "and I had some questions I wanted to ask her about All Might merchandise. She sort of showed me how it works and now she sends merch to my work mailbox all the time. A lot of it is prototypes made to see how they like the design but sometimes she'll send me early prints of merchandise that they haven't released yet. I'm growing this huge collection of rare All Might merchandise and I haven't bought any of it!"

"I don't know if that's better than your agency considering you a marketable enough hero to deserve your own merch line but it is really cool." You said, captivated by the way his freckles cheeks looked when he smiled. "Soon your closet will only be made up of-"

As the two of you turned the corner, your attention on Izuku distracted from you from a curb ahead. You stumbled at the unexpected step down, attempting to steady your balance on the sidewalk but when your foot met the edge of the curb, you felt yourself falling backwards and braced to hit the pavement...

But it never came. In fact you didn't even feel the rain. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and rather than the cement of the sidewalk, your back hit Izuku's chest.

"Are you okay?" He asked. When you finally opened your eyes you were met with the sight of Izuku hovering over you and visibly concerned.

"I'm okay, don't worry." You assured him, gripping the arms around your waist tightly. The umbrella still shielded you from the downpour, but when you looked back you noticed that Izuku was drenched. "Except you've gotten wet. You didn't have to do that for me, I'm sorry-"

"Baby, there are worse things you could do." He reassured you, placing a kiss to the crown of your hair before lifting you back up onto your feet. You were lost with what to say. Nothing in your head was enough to capture what you wanted to express. After a pause you finally spoke.

"Let's get home. I think you left some clothes at my place last time. Come in so you can change and I'll warm you up."

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto just calls you by your first name.

But it's, like, intimate to him.

He's really bad at expressing how he feels, so in his eyes calling you by your name was a way to convey that you're someone prescious to him.

He doesn't need pet names because your name is special to him. It's special to him because it's your name and you are special to him.

After the bell rang to signal the end of class, you hardly got the chance to stand before someone called for your attention.

"(Y/N)!"

You turned around to meet the source of the voice, only to collide with the one calling out for you. Before you could stumble and fall, two hands caught you tightly by your forearms and steadied you on your feet. You hardly got the chance to apologize, or thank him before he said "Be my partner." It was more of a command than a request, but you were more caught up on his use of your given name. "For the group project, I mean."

"Okay," Was all you managed to get out. After another long moment of thought, in which his gaze didn't move away from your eyes once, you offered a nervous smile and added "Do you want to get together after dinner to work on it?"

"Yes."

That evening after dinner you met in his dorm room, seated side by side on his floor. As he began reading the assignment guidelines, you slid closer to him to see the materials on his lap. Though he maintained his typical stoic expression, internally Shouto was experiencing shock in waves.

"Seems pretty straightforward. It's just a presentation on one of the books we were assigned this year, right?"

"Right." He nodded, bringing the hair of his bangs down into his eyes. "Do you want to pick the book, (Y/N)?" He asked as he pushed his hair back with his fingers. You'd never seen him with his hair back before. When he looked into your eyes again, you realized that the girls were so right when they called him handsome. Instead of answering his question, you responded with one of your own. One which you couldn't stop wondering since the start of the day.

"Hey since you call me by my name, would it be alright if I call you by yours?"

"I'd like that." He answered with another small nod. A lock of his hair fell into his eyes again, which you lifted your hand to push back for him before you realized what you were doing. He didn't say anything when you pulled your hand away, but offered you the faintest hint of a smile. Something you'd never seen from him before, but wanted so badly to see him do again. You smiled back at him as your hand fell to your lap. "So do you want to pick the book now?"

"Right! Sorry..."

[touyasdoll]

ashy... bby pls... m' on my knees... beggin' you to tell me more 'bout watching a scary movie w/ katsuki bakugou- it's been on repeat in my dreams 🥺🙏🏼

since you asked so nicely and bc I love & adore you sm, here you go, bby <3

Katsuki’s not a small man by any means. He’s big, bulky, and cumbersome. His footsteps thunk throughout your home, even when he’s clad in socks and you can always feel the sheer size of him radiating against your spine when he’s behind you, before he’s even close enough to touch you.

He’s intimidating to most. Perhaps to all, in one way or another. To all except you, of course.

You’re the one he likes to curl up with at night. The only person who’s ever had the pleasure of feeling his hefty weight reclining between your thighs the way he is now.

It’s another lowkey night in for the two of you. Katsuki took the liberty of selecting plenty of horror movies for you to indulge in well into the wee hours of the morning if you so choose to.

He’s nestled between your thighs, the buzzed locks of his undercut bristling against the fabric of your shirt where it rests over your stomach. It’s the most subtle indication he can offer you to tell you he wants you to keep doing that thing he likes so much.

You roll your eyes, scoffing in faux indignation as you do what he has silently plead for and begin carding your fingers through his hair.

“You’re needy sometimes, y’know that?” You jape at him quietly, sparing a glance down at his blonde tresses as you take your fingers through them, dragging your nails delicately across his scalp.

He sighs in response, crimson eyes falling closed momentarily as a contented grunt passed through his lips.

“You think I call you princess because you’re actually royalty?” He scoffs, a hearty chuckle rumbling his broad chest, causing a vibration you can feel shaking your own ribs. “You calling me needy sounds a lot like the pot calling the kettle black.”

“Shut up and watch the movie, princess,” the name leaves your tongue in a playful hiss. “You picked this one, don’t you wanna watch it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, readjusting between your legs to lay his biceps over your thighs and curl his palms around your calves, his massive hands swallowing them up.

But he doesn’t wanna watch the movie. Not tonight. It’s been a long week and all he wants is you. Whether it’s you all over him or him all over you, he doesn’t care.

He turns his head, letting his cheek rest against your abdomen as he feigns interest in the movie. Some poor girl is running around on the screen, crying for help until—

You startle at the jump scare that Katsuki saw coming from a mile away, your whole body tensing as you gasp and inadvertently tug on his hair.

He groans, but you don’t notice. You don’t seem to notice the way he sinks a little lower either, aligning his face with the lowest part of your hip as he leans to one side, pressing his lips to your hipbone at first to kiss and then to suck gently.

This, you notice. Your attention falls to his mouth on your partially exposed skin, the warmth and wetness of his tongue laving against the sensitive spot until you pick your hips up just slightly from the couch.

He turns over completely, closing his mouth around the spot once more to darken the faint mark already forming before shifting his attention to even more sensitive places.

Rough, eager kisses span along the inside of your leg as he settles between them, his huge hands taking palms full of your thighs while he dives in.

He noses at your clit, excitement thrumming through his veins when you snap your head down to look at him, mouth agape from the lewd action of him jawing at your clothed cunt.

“Katsuki..” you whine, bucking your hips awkwardly in search of more meaningful stimulation. In search of a rewarding rhythm.

“Hmm?” The gruff sound is accompanied by a smirk to your innermost thigh and he sinks his teeth into your soft, pliant flesh.

“N-need more,” you pant, feeling an involuntary gush of liquid surge between your legs in anticipation of what’s to come. “Please. Please, give me more.”

He chuckles again, a darker sound than the hearty laugh from earlier. It’s tinged with bravado and the faintest edge of sadism as he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your panties and tugs them aside, shamelessly burying his face in your soaking pussy before he speaks again in a low rasp.

“Who’s needy now, princess?”