#and removes his heart and holds it so softly it keeps beating

[licnheartedd]

sometimes james thinks about carving regulus’ heart from his chest just to prove that he can hold it gently

[sonarspace]

feral, suguru geto

synopsis: suguru’s not sure how you’ll react to his new haircut. content: very filthy and NSFW! (orgasms, 69, cowgirl - kinda, mating press, messy) wc: 2.3k an: combined two requests so i hope my lovely anons don’t mind 😸. and as usual not proofread!

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suguru looks up at the mirror and his identity — his once luscious long hair ... gone. immediately he regrets his decision and a frown takes home on his face.

he pulls on his hoodie and leaves the barber shop. "why did i think that was a good idea?" he scolds himself internally. "ugh, she's going to hate it. i look so stupid." he thinks as he's walking back home.

"i think it looks great," satoru chirps from the couch. he glances at satoru once before groaning, "you're just saying that so i don't feel bad. she's going to hate it man."

"no, i really am not. i think it's nice that you changed up your hair. couldn't tell the difference between you and your girlfriend when you guys would nap together," he giggles. and suguru's throwing a pillow at his face to shut him up.

he comes to pick you up at the airport. a beanie and hoodie over it to keep you from noticing his haircut for as long as he could. he sees you walk out of the airport, looking around for him. suguru's frown is immediately turning into a beaming smile when your eyes catch his and you're running into his arms.

he picks you up almost crushing you and you're a squealing mess in his embrace. you pull back and hold his face, peppering it with kisses causing him to breathe out a lighthearted chuckle.

you talk about your trip the entire ride home and he listens happily. he's glad you don't talk ask about what's going on with the beanie and hoodie combo. you come out of the shower, a small knowing smirk plays on your lips.

"don't you feel hot?" you ask him, fanning your face. "not really," he presses his lips together. 'uh oh...' an alert goes on in his brain. his heart picks up a beat at the thought of how you'll react.

you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. "what" he whines when you look at him like that. instead of making him nervous it was making his dick hard. "do you have something to show me suguru?" you ask walking towards him with faux tentative steps.

"you know, don't you?" he sighs. “satoru told me,” you giggle sitting down next to him on the couch. “come on let me see,” you tell him eagerly.

“will you break up with me if it looks bad?” he asks you half jokingly, half seriously. “depends,” you joke and he scoffs. “i’m kidding baby, i’m never leaving you” you crawl into his lap.

his breath hitches slightly when you sit directly over his half hardened cock. instinctively he wraps his arms you and drops his head to your chest.

he looks back up and whispers “go ahead”. you hold your breath as you pull down his hoodie. his usual bun not visible. your hands reach for his beanie and he shuts his eyes, afraid of your reaction. “suguru, open your eyes.” you chuckle.

“can’t. just remove the beanie and tell me you hate it already,” he says. you pull off the beanie and gasp quietly but he notices and opens his eyes immediately. a slow smiles spreads on your lips and you let out a giggle in awe.

“oh my god,” you run your hand through his locks. his hair much much shorter but his bangs were still framing his face like usual. a wolf cut. “i love it,” you squeal when your eyes fall to his. “really?” he matches your tone. “yesss. so so much. it suits you so well.” you beam.

“you look really sexy.” you add on, a blush creeping at your neck at the way he squints his eyes at you. you’re sure he can feel the wetness forming in between your legs at his half hard dick slightly prodding at your clit.

“yeah?” he asks, his face close enough you could feel his breath on your lips. his nose bumps into yours. “yeah,” you confirm.

he hums moving his lips over yours. kissing you so softly. too consumed in the kiss you start grinding in his lap. your hand tangles in his hair, tugging it.

he groans lowly into your mouth as he bucks up into you. he pulls away and bites into your exposed shoulder. “please,” you whimper when he looks at you. and he’d be crazy to say no when you look at him with a cute pout.

“what do ya want?” he asks, knowing the answer. but he wanted you to voice out. you look away and he pulls back your face to look at him – his hand squishing your cheeks cutely. “now now, don’t go shy on me when you were just grindin on my cock.”

“suguru,” you whine. “darling,” he whines back. you narrow your eyes at him. “go on. say it.” he urges you. “want you…want you to fuck me.” you huff.

“see that wasn’t so hard,” he squeezes your cheeks once more making your lips pucker and places a dirty kiss. biting your lip to watch it snap back against your teeth and smiling pridefully.

he pulls off your shirt slowly. admiring your soft skin with his lips. his mouth on your boobs licking around your nipple and sucking it in so sinfully — you felt hot in your skin. you squirm in his grip as he continues assaulting your boobs.

his hand moves between your legs and slips in your pants over your panties and you moan unashamedly. “let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” he speaks with a mischievous tone. you twitch and your head falls back when his fingers move over you panties, collecting your arousal. he lets out a contented murmur. “so wet baby, i bet i could just slide in easily.” your boob now covered with his saliva. you tug his hair and he unlatches his mouth with a pop. you bring his face up to yours and he lulls his tongue knowingly. you tilt your head slightly and suck on his tongue eagerly.

his hand moves around your neck and pushes you back, halting your movements. his nose pokes into your cheek as he rubs over your clothed clit. his breathing grows heavier as if he was the one reaching his high.

without a second thought you grab his hand still in your panties and press it closer to yourself. you move against it stimulating yourself. his fingers rub your pussy while the end of his palm presses against your clit with every jerk of your hips.

your grip tightens on the back of his neck as your head falls back and you gasp a whimper. feeling your fingernails dig into his nape has him rutting his hips into your core.

his heavy breathing hits your neck and he sinks his canines into your flesh silencing himself. you feel his muffled groans against your skin as he keeps torturing your drenched pussy and unconsciously bucking up into you.

“nghh— fuck sugu i’m” you cum with a loud cry of his name – both hands on his shoulder trying to steady yourself as you twitch in his lap. at that he finally pulls your panties aside and dips his finger into your hole. he holds his breath at the feeling of your warm arousal and the clenching of your walls around his digit.

“pussy’s so greedy. did you not give her any attention?,” he purrs teasingly. his hand still wrapped around your neck tightens – cutting off your oxygen and flooding your head with a lustful fog.

he clucks disapprovingly when you shake your head. he moves his hand down to your waist and holds you as he stands up and sits you back down on the couch – on his knees between your legs.

he pulls out his finger from between your legs and pushes it into your mouth. watching with his lips parted as you make a show of sucking your juices off of it. tongue swirling around the tip of his finger and then bobbing your head down to his knuckles.

“you’re going to drive me insane,” he growls immediately pulling you into a rough kiss. his teeth nipping your lips and sliding his tongue against yours — at last tasting you and he bellows a whine into your mouth.

he pulls down your pants along with your drenched panties roughly almost pulling you with it and he squeaks a sorry making you laugh at his excitement.

he places your legs on his shoulders and admires your glistening pussy – your sweet arousal covering every inch. he almost feels overwhelmed and his heart picks up a beat. he looks back up to you and you smile at him so sweetly he almost falls face first into your cunt.

he laughs under his breath moving closer. your hole flutters in anticipation when a cold puff of his breath patters near it. your squeal quickly turns into a moan when his tongue licks a stripe up your folds. he spreads your folds and lets a string of spit fall over your hole watching it clench.

“god, so needy. mama's not been takin care of you huh?" and as if in agreement your pussy clenches again and he laughs in amusement.

"suguru," you purr. he hums licking up your folds and then teasing your clit. "wanna taste you as well," you request. and he swears he almost comes at your needy tone. he'd be a madman to say no. he pulls you down on the floor with him. laying side by side in a 69 position.

you pull down his shorts and his dick springs up and hits his abdomen. the tip's flushed pink with pre cum covering his slit, a vein running at the side of his length throbbing under your touch. it twiches in your hand and he lets out a guttural moan.

your tongue teases his slit, gathering his pre cum into your mouth and then spitting it back on his cock — pumping him once, twice, before you decide to take all of him in your mouth. he bites down at your inner thigh at the immense pleasure feels. he bucks accidentally hitting the back of your throat making you gag. "fuckkkkk," he lets out a loud, deep groan, resonating throughout the living room.

he grabs your legs and brings you closer to his mouth. breathing in your arousal, twitching in your mouth. "ahh" you moan with him still in your mouth — he picks up the pace and starts tongue fucking you. dipping his tongue inside you, feeling your warm walls taking him in excitedly.

he tries to keep himself cumming in your mouth but you make it so hard when you start massaging his balls. he pulls away from you, unlatching his mouth. "need to be in you," he speaks with a raspy urgency. his hands move to your head keeping you there for a moment before he pulls you off of him and into his lap.

he wraps an arm around you once you take hold of his dick and sink down on him so wickedly slow. you grab his neck and bring him close. a string of saliva falls against his upper lip from your mouth. you close the space between you and lick it clean and plunging your tongue back into his mouth — both of you whining at the taste of your arousals on each other's tongue.

he leans back on one hand and starts bucking up into your heated cunt. moans of pleasure spilling out of both of you — loud enough that passerbys in the hallway felt a blush creep up their necks.

"ngh ha — baby, i'm not going to last long," he warns. you rub a finger over your clit, trying to reach your high at the same time as him. his cock head nudges against your g-spot pushing you closer — the coil in your stomach tightening.

he brings your mouth to his, kissing you — wanting to feel your moans inside him. the kiss is messy with spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, both it doesnt stop you from trying to kiss each other.

"cumming," you bite down his lip as the coil snaps and floods your senses. your fingers scratch down his chest, leaving trails of red in its wake. he halts his hips when you start clenching around him uncontrollably and in the process milking him. you grind against him slowly wanting to make the feeling last longer for him as his ropes of his cum fills you.

he wraps both arms around you and hugs you, still sheathed in your cunt. he fills you to the brim, a bit of his cum running down your thighs and falling on his own. you gather a little bit on your finger and lick it clean, keeping your gaze on him. and he's hard again.

"you're so cruel," he adds laying you down and getting on top of you. he pushes your legs up to your chest as he starts fucking you. his hips snapping against the back of your legs. he makes you cum so hard again, all you can see is white. he falls down to your chest both of you sticky from sweat and cum running your legs.

he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. you wrap arms around each other and share endless kisses under the water. "if i knew my hair cut would have you acting like this, i would've cut it long time ago," he speaks against the kiss. you blush and hide your face into his chest, "i missed you." you feel his dick poking against your leg and you gasp "again?" and he laughs in return, "guess he’s missed you too".

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[jaysng]

sulking when he has to leave for work | pjs

pairing: husband!jay x f!reader

genre: fluff

summary: when jay has to leave for work but sulky pouty pregnant reader wants to cuddle just forever a little more.

lower case intended.

you twist and turn trying to get in a comfortable as you turn around and feel warm breath on right side of your face along with the sunrise sky slightly peeking through the curtains.

you smile as you look at the sleeping figure beside you, his hands on your waist carefully holding you not putting alot of pressure, after all being first time pregnant got you 10x more of the gentle treatment that you already recieved.

wanting to live the moment a little more since you know that you have less time and he could wake up anytime for his work now you close your eyes and snuggle close taking in his warmth.

you slightly open your eyes to scan his features again, tracing them as you lightly bop his nose as he twitches in his sleep his eyes stuttering.

just as you are about to grab his bicep for some more comfort, the alarm rings shit you think as you immediately close your eyes shut

no no no no no

you feel him twisting and turning while groaning to the other side taking all his warmth with him carefully removing his hands of you as you frown in your ‘sleep’ and he turns it off with a sigh.

turning back for a while as he looks at you while you stare at him “did you not sleep darling?” he asked as one of his hand found your now round belly and the other under his head.

he stared at you for enough noticing your sulky and pouty behavior as you held onto his arm “wanna sleep more” you told while snuggling close keeping your face in his warm neck.

he quietly chuckled oh god his morning voice makes you go crazy

he gently rubs hand on your hips trailing them to your back as his lightly massages and your eyes trail to this flexed muscles.

both of you held eye contact for a little while lazily boring into each other’s eyes as he closes the space and kisses you as you cringe and block his lips.

“what?” jay says in almost a teasing tone knowing very well why you did that “you haven’t brushed yet” both of you say at the same time as he predicts your usual answer.

“let me kiss you, i have to leav-“ you cut him off by pecking his lips as quick as you can making him blush like a little girl.

he chases your lips but you move away from the kiss earning a confused look from him “no more kisses, not fair you’ll leave me and our baby” you say almost above a whisper in tired voice.

jay feels his heart about to explode because he knows especially in this stage he needs to be there for you, physically since you crave it but he also knows work is as important to keep you happy. 

he sits up as you whine like a kid, he turns around to look at you “stay” you say, “can’t” he laughs a little but then stops when he notices the genuine in your eyes.

“can’t, and you know it baby i’ll have to go” he exclaims but you still don’t give him giving him puppy eyes with a pout.

you try to sit up as he helps you sliding one of his hand on your back as the other secures the bump.

you grab his bicep and put your cheek on it resting your entire weight on him now as you sulk once again “don’t care, stay.” 

he sighs as he gives up pushing you lightly to lie you back down with him as you grin and try to control your smile as your cheeks burn up. 

he slips one hand under your head letting you use his arm as a pillow there was quite something about his arm that you felt so much of comfort.

kissing your forehead and rubbing circles as slow as he can on your bump with his other hand making your eyes shut softly then you hear him whisper “i love you.”

you didn’t want this to end, to be wrapped around in a warm embrace especially by him, if you could listen to only one thing for a lifetime it would surely be his beating heart. 

you opened your eyes feeling your eyelids heavy again as you stare at him he notices and makes eye contact.

it lasts for about 3 minutes before you gain all your energy to move your hand to his hair massaging his scalp as you gather all your genuine feelings as always “i love you.” 

its the way even when you and jay are tired you still remind each other how much you love each other and appreciate each and every moment, but times like these you just get too greedy to keep him for yourself. 

“i love you way more” he says before knowing he fucked up as you try to make an annoyed face “not this again i love you more.”

“no i love you the most” you try to debate sleepily as he shushes you “don’ you wanna sleep drama queen?” the nickname makes you giggle and nod.

“yes. whatever. i still love you more!” you say but whisper the last part as he pretends to not hear you.

once he notices that you fell asleep he double checks waving a hand infront of your eyes, when he gets no reponse he finally starts to move away from you, after all he had to go to his work, even tho if being with you for a little more made him late it was still worth it putting you to sleep. 

he carefully moves away removing the blanket off himself setting the air conditioning to the perfect level so you don’t feel as freezing cold the room got overnight. 

after refreshing himself he once again comes to you like a theif coming to steal something while doing his tie. he removes the blanket off you carefully not to make you wake up from your slumber again. 

he leaves a kiss on your bump “i’ll be back soon baby, love you so much.” 

he moves back adjusting the blanket on you and grabs his blazer, before wearing it he leans down kissing your forehead once again. 

jay leaves for his work, and it ends up thinking about you the entire time. atleast he left a note on your nightstand. 

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[svtiddiess]

Louder Baby

Synopsis: You're with Seungcheol again, but this time, you're putting on a show for someone.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!stylist!reader ft. Jeonghan

Genre: smut, mini-series, fwb to lovers?

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), mentions of body fluids, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), breast play, creampie, mean dom!Cheol, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is part of a three part series, reading part 1 and part 2 will help a lot with the context!

@tomodachiii she's here, I hope the ending is to your satisfaction. I'll miss this couple ngl.

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Why am I even here?

Was the first thought that rang through your mind as you stood outside, waiting for him to open the door. You tugged your hat lower and pulled your mask higher, paranoid that someone might recognise you. You shouldn't be here; you're not standing in front of some random person's apartment; you're standing in front of Choi Seungcheol's apartment. You shift from side to side, getting antsy.

This is a bad idea. I shoul-

Before you can finish your thought, the door swings open, and your heart skips a beat. There he is, the man who lives in your mind rent-free, Choi Seungcheol. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black fitted T-shirt, which makes your knees go weak. You almost moan at the sight.

"Hey baby, sorry to keep you waiting. C'mon in," he says as he steps to the side, flashing you a lazy smirk. You quickly shuffle in, keeping your head down. You look around his apartment and are pleasantly surprised to find everything so neat. You jump when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind.

"Calm down baby, no need to be so tense," he softly says as he rubs your arms in an attempt to calm you down. "I don't bite," he whispers as he shifts to move in front of you. He leans in close, his lips next to your ear. "Unless you want me to," he purrs, then leans back with a lopsided grin painting his face. You blush furiously and look away from him.

"You can ditch the hat and the mask. It's safe in here, promise," he says as he steps back, giving you room to catch your breath and remove the clothing items. You nod and slowly remove your hat and mask; you don't notice how Seungcheol's breath slightly hitches at the sight of you.

"Beautiful as always," he says as his eyes rake your figure, making you blush. "I'm glad you came. I didn't want our guest to be disappointed."

Wait, guest?

Before you could ask what he meant by that he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom. As you enter, your heart stills at the sight of the so-called 'guest' Seungcheol mentioned.

Yoon Jeonghan.

He's sitting on a sofa placed in the corner of the room, legs spread and a smirk on his face. You look towards Seungcheol for answers.

"Jeonghan said ever since he saw you that day he couldn't stop thinking about you," Seungcheol states as he gets closer to you and cups your face. "He said he wanted to watch you get fucked by me, so let's put on a show for him, shall we, baby?"

He waits for your reply, but when he doesn't get one, his smirk turns into a frown. "Hey, if you don't wanna do this, you can go back home. No one's forcing you to be here," he reassures you, gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. "N-No! I want…this," you shyly state, blush dusting your cheeks. Seungcheol smiles and gently guides your lips to his. His lips capture yours into a gentle kiss, different from last time.

The kiss slowly got rougher as you allowed Seungcheol to take control. His hands roam your body as he sucks on your bottom lip. You moan as you relax into his hold. He takes his time in savouring the kiss as, unlike the last time, he has all the time in the world to relish you. He separates his lips from yours and then attaches them to your neck, leaving marks as he starts guiding you to the bed. You couldn't help but let out soft whimpers when his teeth started digging into your skin, marking you as his.

He guides you to lie down on the bed with your legs hanging off. He grins as he shifts to kneel in front of you. Your breath hitches, and you instinctively close your legs together. Seungcheol stops you and pries your legs wide open with ease. "Uh-uh, I wanna taste you baby," he says, then starts undoing the button of your pants. You sit up, resting on your elbows, and bite your bottom lip as Seungcheol undresses your pants. You make brief eye contact with Jeonghan and couldn't help but blush and quickly look away which makes Jeonghan chuckle softly.

You let out a soft yelp and look back down at Seungcheol, who looks at you whilst biting your inner thigh whilst pouting, if that was even possible. He furrows his eyebrows as if to say, 'Pay attention to me,' and goes back to placing more marks on your inner thighs. You let out soft whimpers of his name and plead with him not to tease. You feel him smirk against your thigh, then shift to move towards your core. He hovers right infront of it but doesn't do anything; he just looks at you with a cocky expression. You let out a whine of frustration and buck your hips up, but he holds you down with a single hand on your lower stomach.

"Seungcheol, please," you whine, getting frustrated with his teasing. "Please, what, baby?" He cocks his head and pulls away even more frustrating you even further. "Please. I…I need your tongue," you mumble the last part.

"Hm? What was that? I couldn't hear you baby," he teases with a shit-eating grin on his face. "I need your tongue, please!" You almost yell, which makes Seungcheol chuckle.

He dives in and licks a stripe up your panty-clad core, moaning at the taste. You let out a moan at the feeling of some sort of relief. He continues to lick you through your panties, making your already wet panties even wetter. "Seungcheol, please," you whine.

"What is it baby? You asked for my tongue, and I'm giving it to you," he teases. You throw your head back and let out a frustrated whine, which only makes him laugh. "Maybe if you beg nicely…" he murmurs with a grin.

You start begging with tears of frustration pricking your eyes. You can hear him and Jeonghan laugh, which makes you blush hard but also makes you wetter. He then peels off your panties, making you squirm. "Make sure to scream my name out loud, baby," he says with a wink before diving in. You gasp and moan as you feel him suck on your clit. You grab onto Seungcheol's hair and tug, which makes him growl, sending vibrations through you. You moan his name out loud when his tongue starts prodding into you, lapping up all your juices. You make eye contact with Jeonghan and can't help but moan even louder; somehow, him watching you brings you closer to the edge.

Seungcheol noses your clit, and you cum, hard, legs closing around him, but he holds it open and continues to lap you up, driving your body into overstimulation. You whine at him to stop, and after a few more licks, he sits up; you almost cum a second time just looking at him, hair dishevelled and your juices dripping down his chin. He shifts to move on top of you and kisses you messily, making you taste yourself.

He separates from you and quickly discards any remaining clothing items separating the both of you. Your breath hitches at the sight of him fully naked. You run your hand down his well-built torso, almost drooling at the sight, making him smirk. "Like what you see, baby?" He asks cockily, causing you to blush.

He dives in, savouring your breasts, kneading and marking them, causing you to arch your back and moan his name. You moan and roll your eyes back when he slowly enters you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his huge size before starting to pound into you. You moan his name and grab onto his shoulders, digging into his skin and earning a hiss from him.

"Go on baby, tell Jeonghan how good I'm making you feel," he purrs in between thrusts. "So good, feel so full," you manage to whimper out, fuelling Seungcheol's ego.

"I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, right baby?" He asks, to which you attempt to answer but can only respond with broken moans.

Your eyes drift to where Jeonghan is sitting, and you can see his hard-on straining against his pants. You moan at the thought of the lewd scene taking place in the room, you getting ruthlessly fucked by Seungcheol as Jeonghan watches, the sounds of wet squelching and the smell of sex filling the room; it all brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm close," you pant out. Seungcheol sneaks his hand down to your clit and rubs it in circles, tipping you over the edge. You squeeze around him, and your juices drip onto the bed. He continues to pound into you, chasing after his own high. He cums with a growl filling you up to the brim, your mixed fluids soaking the sheets below you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath. He looks into your eyes and gently caresses your cheek before leaning in to capture your lips into a tender kiss. You melt into the kiss, savouring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. He separates from the kiss and stares into your eyes, searching for something. Silence drapes the room; it feels as if the world has come to a pause to allow you to admire the man on top of you for just a little bit longer. You don't want to let go; you don't want this to end; you want to stay in his arms forever. Finally, he breaks the silence.

"Go out with me?"

[madschiavelique]

Could I request dating headcanons for astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, and wyll with gn s/o please?

hey there anon !! i loved writing those i am soft for them all urgh

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : astarion, gale, halsin, kar'niss, raphael, haarlep, rolan, wyll

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : lots of fluff, bits of teasing but nothing too explicit, tiny bit of yandere!kar'niss, gender neutral reader

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2,6k (~ 300 words per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ astarion : 

Dating astarion means trying to chat with someone, and having him in the background doing some theatrical faces to mock how absolutely annoying and ridiculous the guy talking to you is. You’re trying to stay serious and pretend you’re concentrating on what he is saying when your boyfriend in the background keeps mimicking the most hilarious things that are sure to make you crack at any moment.

At the end of the conversation, when you join him, you give him a playful pinch in his sides as you laugh together just before he holds up to his head level the guy’s pouch, cackling to your rounded eyes “My love’s time is money from others, and the greatest treasure for me.”

You and him would sneak into some fancy couturier’s place, trying on robes and suits that would cost you way too many discussions with boring men to get astarion to steal their coins. You’d steal some to your liking and infiltrate some chic soirée where everyone smells like they bathed in perfume, where the old aristocrats speak like they have hot potatoes in their mouth, and where you have huge buffets ready for both of your stomachs to welcome.

You’d dance, drink champagne, stuff your mouth with soft creamy cakes, astarion licking the excess off your fingers as he takes your hand to bring you both on a balcony outside and kisses you under the moon like nothing has satisfied his hunger quite like your lips.

But you’d have softer moments, away from stealing and debauchery, just the two of you. You laying in bed, astarion resting his head on top of your heart, listening to its soft and regular beat.

You caressed his hair, your fingertips combing through his curls and brushing against his pointed ears from time to time. It made him shiver and hum, his thumbs on both of your sides tracing circular motions on your skin.

You both loved moments like these, where he could just relax in the arms of someone he loves and trusts, listening to the sound of life he had been deprived of softly beating in your chest.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ gale : 

Dating Gale means lots of book reading sessions. It would just be the both of you, sitting on a couch at home, your legs on his lap as he caresses your thighs softly, not removing his hand the slightest as a mage hand flips the next page for him.

After those sessions, you both would talk about your thoughts on your current readings, and it makes your heart soften every time you see the way he looks at you when you speak about something that lights your heart up.

It also means spending some afternoons and nights learning more about the weave, and having Gale as your teacher on the matter. He’d always have your back against his chest, guiding your hands to form the specific shapes they need to make to cast a spell.

He’d keep being a distraction to you, kissing your ear, your neck, your temple, letting his hands linger on your waist… and you missed your spell once more. Pity, guess you’ll have to try again while he keeps tormenting you so that this moment you both share lasts longer.

No matter what you are doing, Gale has to have some sort of physical contact with you. Has to take your hand while you’re both walking, has to have his hand on your waist, to sit next to you and have both your knees touch.

It feels like the air around is compelling, and although the charm spell is no secret to him, he knows that it will never equal the kind of electricity you make him feel.

When either of you is away for any reason, he will find a way to make sure he has a piece of you to keep for himself, like a present of yours or anything he can keep near his hands or body at all times so that he can feel you are with him no matter what.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ halsin : 

Dating Halsin means lots of dates hidden in corners of nature you felt only your imagination could make up. He’d walk you through a cave of shining crystals to bring you to this small beach with a willow tree. He'd have a basket ready, full of goods and snacks and your favourite food for a picnic in the peacefulness of nature, by your side.

Naturally you would both end up with your trousers rolled up as you looked at the fishes in the water, the algaes that rippled like emerald hair, and splashed each other until you both ended up falling and laughing at how drenched you were.

It also means calm evenings in the grove, peacefully helping around with the latest crops and going around to feed the different animals staying here. You’d read some stories to count the kids at night with your fingers still purple from picking grapes while leaning on Halsin in his bear form, taking a nap.

And when the sunsets would come, he’d watch you dance around the campfire with the druids as he carves a small wooden figurine of your silhouette. After the party, he would pick you up in his arms and carry you in bride style to your place.

He’d take the time to clean your feet from the dirt you’d danced on barefoot, would remove one by one the leaves stuck in your hair or clothes, and kiss your cheeks still warm from the dancing.

He never fails to open up to you, to tell you about his past, about his guilts, and you never judge him, only accept him. They say that to keep a couple up you have to look after it everyday, these idiots don’t know anything about love.

As if he had to make efforts to listen to you, as if he had ever doubted. He'd love your flaws if he managed to find any. You had been patient, so patient with him, accepting and loving and everything he could’ve ever wished for.

You make him hope again, remind him by your sole presence that there are things worth fighting for in this world, and he makes sure to remind you of how important you are for him through his words and acts.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ kar'niss : 

Finding someone whom kar’niss had more devotion for than his Goddess was no easy task, but your sole presence was the proof that there are exceptions to rules.

Thus, if you are his revered deity in his eyes and heart, he has to bring you offerings to your altar. Kar’niss brings you all sorts of gifts, from hidden crystals in unreachable crevices to flowers with unique fragrances, he covers you with gifts and anything that makes him think of you.

You can expect one thing from dating him, and it is that you cannot get out of his grasp ! He’s got 12 arms if you count his spider part and the two human ones, so you can be sure he’s going to have at least one of them around you.

Kar’niss isn’t used to getting touched but craves it with his every breath; so every time you cup his face, or place a strand of his white hair behind his ear, or simply take his hand in yours, his seven dark eyes widen in surprise.

Anybody or any things that dare touch you infuriates him. How could they think themselves worthy of your touch ? of your attention ? They’d get punishment from it, and he’d be sure to be the one inflicting that sentence.

You’d trace the scars of his face, telling him how handsome he is as something within him rumbles with a high purr. His dark grey-ish purple chitin is lukewarm to your touch when your hand sets on his shoulder.

He has been abandoned one too many times already, and he fears that for whatever reason, he could lose you as well. Whenever you take him in your arms, he holds you so close to him like it might be your last embrace. You hum a soft song as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your hands softly caressing his back as you assure him you won’t leave.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ raphael : 

Dating one of the most important devils in all Faerun might seem like an intimidating situation, but really, it was somehow truly liberating. Your relationship was no contract, nor did it derive from some spell either of you had cast upon another. It was… unworldly.

There was something about you that made Raphael untense by the second you were in the same room as him. He’d ask for you to be of company whenever he had reports to fill, contracts to prepare, and any other tasks that asked of his brows to pinch one another until you kissed his forehead and make all annoyance go away.

He’d bring you as much as he could to whatever meetup or reception he was needed to, but would never risk your life by bringing you anywhere that could be dangerous for you. One could say that you had become his weakness, his soft spot that made you the lever to pull on if anyone was after him.

You’d been kidnapped several times already by some that thought they’d manage to defeat the devil, but when he arrived for them, he made their torment so great that in any afterlife imaginable they’d suffer his wrath. You were untouchable, had been made immortal by his request and it made him worriless about you ever dying. Prepare your time, because all of his is for you.

You would discuss poetry around a glass of the best wines all the realms could offer, discuss futile matters; hells, you’d make him laugh. When were the times he ever had a moment to sincerely laugh ?

He’d never get tired of talking to you, knowing your points of views on any subjects no matter how ridiculous they were, of making him feel by your words that a devil’s hardened heart might beat for someone else than himself just for once.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ haarlep : 

One could think that outside of their usual occupations, Haarlep is nothing, just a cluster of people living through them, and someone that has no other living purpose than sexual pleasures.

But when you came into their life, it certainly was a different thing, because you offered them what few gave them in the past : freedom of choice. You were not spending time with them for their pure nature, but for who they had come to be. You listened to them, to their stories, to their interests, and they always looked at you with stars in their eyes.

Haarlep, no matter your occupation in the house of Hope, would always find ways to be with you.

Standing up to search the archives for a specific book ? They’d place their forehead on your shoulder as their arms laced around your waist from behind.

Sat to write a report ? They’d sit next to you, their tail suggestively teasing you by caressing your thigh.

Looking over a map while both your hands are keeping you steady on the table ? They’d tower over you, chest against your back as they placed their chin in the crook of your neck and both of their hands next to yours to touch them.

There was no way in hell you’d get them away from you.

Being with someone as a couple was such an enigmatic concept for them, thus they’d engage in the making of pranks, taking the image of one of their past conquests to come up to you, ask you questions and take their role extremely seriously.

Until at one point, they’d ask through their chosen envelope “Is your heart taken yet ?”, to which you’d always answer “they took more than my heart.”

They kept taking various forms to see if you’d somehow let your interests in them waver, flirting and pushing limits to see if you truly loved them : not a single time would you let yourself be charmed, describing how your partner was simply irreplaceable in your mind and soul, which only made them love you more each time.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ rolan : 

Dating Rolan will undoubtedly lead to afternoons where you stay by his side, sat as he searches for different books and scrolls in archives to make some sort of inventory.

You observe how serious he is when he sits down, quill in hand as the scratching of it on paper starts again. How his horns catch the candle light, how his glowing eyes skim through lines on end, how his pointer and middle finger join together to underline the words he has to copy.

You could stay like that for hours, and just when you feel you’re maybe disturbing his concentration by your presence and finally stand up, you feel something tighten around your ankle. Your eyes travel down your leg to see Rolan’s tail wrapped around your leg.

His eyes find yours, and he seems as surprised as you are of the reaction, but he doesn’t apologise. Instead, he murmurs two simple words : “Stay, please.” How could you refuse that ?

He’d take you on dates in the middle of the night, bringing you to the highest point of the tower to use the telescope and spend an evening watching the sunset and watching the stars. He’d bring pastries and fruits with him, having placed cushions and blankets on the ground for the both of you to settle comfortably.

He’d summon a flower to place in your hair with the flick of the wrist, create small fireworks with the snap of a finger, make a shooting star rain in the sky with a murmur, just for you.

You’d tease him about how long he’d have been preparing such dates, kissing him and telling him how you’d loved it, and he’d always turn his gaze away as his cheeks warmed up and your laugh made his heart flutter

There’d always be times when, for a break during the day at handling the tower, you’d come see him, and he’d drop whatever he was doing no matter the task to let you come sit on his lap and hug him.

He always waited for that time of day, for the kisses you placed on his horns and the words of encouragement you’d give him.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ wyll : 

Dating Wyll means being treated like royalty, and doing whatever you want with your prince charming of a boyfriend. I can picture him taking you to plays, some that sometimes retrace some of his own adventures, where in that case he comes hidden with a cloak to watch it.

You will always tease him about some memorable lines of diverse plays you’ve seen about one of his epics, and he’ll always end up chasing after you laughing as he catches you in his arms to attack you with kisses.

If you are not already proficient in swordsmanship, you can be assured that he will be the most patient teacher. He’d adjust your posture, some teasing touches that’d linger on your hips and waist as one of his hands guides yours holding your weapon.

Soon enough, when you’d be comfortable to handle a little fight, he’d have regular duels with you.

You don’t count the number of times he jokingly smacked your ass with the flat of his sword as you fell on the ground again and again anymore, but you always waited for the kisses on your sore palm after every training day.

He buys you flowers every week, different bouquets every time.

He treats you both like you’re made of porcelain that he wants to protect and hold gently, and as the brightest diamond he ever saw and that he wants everyone to see shine.

He always kisses your ring fingers whenever he holds your hand, showering your face in kisses that makes you scrunch your entire face with laughter.

Wyll is the kind of boyfriend that makes you feel like nothing has moved since your first “i love you”s, it’s been years that you’ve been going out together for 2 weeks. 

[zablife]

Being Benny's Girl Would Include

Benny Cross Masterlist

A/N: After creating a similar list for Johnny, I now have one for Benny. Ty to a lovely anon for requesting it!

Warnings: slightly nsfw, drinking, mention of injury, mention of a weapon

♡ There are many sleepless nights, worrying about him out on the open road. And you have good cause bc he's constantly returning to you bruised and bloodied.

♡ You learn how to dress wounds, even sew a few stitches, bc he's too stubborn to go to a hospital, preferring your gentle touch instead. "You're better than any damn doctor, sweetheart."

♡ If you pout when he returns, he'll try to make you forget how upset you've been with a bit of teasing that cleverly puts something else in the forefront of your mind. "Did you pray for me every night like a good girl? On your hands and knees? Let me see."

♡ When you're feeling clingy, he'll take you down to the bar with him, not giving a shit what the guys think when you leave lipstick on him or pluck the cigarette from his lips for a drag instead of lighting your own. In fact, he encourages your behavior, flipping his chair around in hopes your small hand will nestle into the back pocket of his Levi's.

♡ Benny's not much of a talker, but he opens up to you bc you're the first person who's ever really cared enough to ask the right questions. That makes him want to tell you things he's never said out loud. He confides the ring on his pinkie came from his granddaddy, the only real father figure he ever knew.

♡ He gifts the important possession to you as a sign of his devotion and his heart skips a beat when he thinks about how you wear it on a chain bc it would slip off your delicate finger too easily otherwise.

♡ You're his sweet girl, an angel so precious he has restless nights worrying about you amongst all the burly men in the rough bars and pool halls he frequents. His concerns over keeping you safe giving him full blown insomnia after Kathy is attacked at a house party.

♡ You'll prob find yourself in an empty field the next morning, caged in by Benny's muscular arms, holding his .38 in your trembling hands. Nodding toward the line of beer bottles in the distance as he softly instructs, "squeeze the trigger real slow as you exhale. You can do it, darlin'."

♡ You didn't see the need considering the protective way he drapes his arm over you, eyes cautiously scanning the room with a feral look in his eye. Everyone knows what it means. Touch her and you're a dead man.

♡ He's been known to take things too far, esp when he's drinking. Once a guy collided with you at the bar, spilling beer down your white dress and turning it sheer. The unlucky son of a bitch found himself on the street seconds later facing the broken end of the bottle inches from his throat.

♡ The novelty of having your honor defended loses its appeal with every trip to county. Benny senses it in your anguished sigh and furrowed brow when you come to bail him out, hanging his head shamefully the moment he catches sight of you.

♡ Since there's nothing he hates more than disappointing you, he tries to keep his impulses in check and focus on your needs. "You know I'd do anything for you, angel."

♡ Nothing made your heart race with excitement quite like the day he stole you away for a winding ride that ended under a magnificent orange sunset. When he removed his shirt to make love to you in the tall grass, you glimpsed your name freshly inked over his heart.

[imloyaltoscoups]

it's fiction | jeon wonwoo

Wonwoo leans on the door frame, his arms crossed, looking at you focused on your laptop. Your fingers keep typing nonstop, the clatter of keys the only sound in the room.

"You've been engrossed with your laptop for days," he says, breaking the silence.

You stop typing and close your laptop immediately, turning your head to look at him. "It's just some research stuff," you reply, trying to sound casual. But the truth is, he has no idea you're writing a fanfic about him—not just any fic, but a R18+ one.

You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. "Soo how's the progress on the album with Hans?" you ask, hoping to divert his attention.

He rests his chin on top of your head, his arms encircling you in return. "It's going well," he says softly. "Just preparing for the MV maybe this coming week or so... But I'm more curious about what you've been working on."

You feel your cheeks heat up, your heart racing as you hold him tighter, "I'm just searching for a new game that's all," you reply, trying to sound convincing.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Your chrome isn't even open."

You look up at him, caught off guard. He points to his glasses. "My vision is clear," he says, smiling.

You let out a nervous laugh, your mind racing to come up with another excuse. But the way he’s looking at you, with that teasing glint in his eyes, makes it hard to think straight. So instead, you tighten your grip around his waist, hiding your face in his chest.

"Okay four eyes, you caught me," you mumble into his shirt. "But it's really nothing."

He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. "Alright, I'll let it slide for now. But next time, maybe you can show me what you've been working on?"

Your heart skips a beat, and you can only hope he never finds out the real reason behind your late-night typing sessions.

He then gently removes your arms from around his waist and he directly head straight to your workstation. Panic sets in as you rush to stop him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind.

"Yaaaa, wait!" you plead, trying to hold him back. "You said you will let it slideee."

He laughs, a deep, genuine sound, and continues to move forward, dragging you along with him. "What are you hiding, hmm?" he teases, enjoying your struggle.

"Seriously, it's nothing!" you insist, your grip tightens.

He pauses, turning his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, still smiling. "You know, you're making me even more curious."

You groan, knowing he won’t give up easily. "It's just… embarrassing, okay?"

He turns around fully, facing you, his expression softening a bit. "I won't judge, you know that," he says gently.

You hesitate, then sigh, loosening your hold on him. "Fine. Again don't judge me and don't even laugh." as you point your finger on him.

He grins, reaching out to lift your chin. "I promise."

With a reluctant nod, you step aside, watching nervously as he approaches the table.

Wonwoo sits on your chair and opens the laptop, starting to read. You panic and cover his eyes as he begins to speak, "Really, babe?"

"Stop, stop," you nervously plead.

He removes your hands from his glasses and looks up at you. "I thought you didn't like being rough, but here? You even describe my dick well, props to that," he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks. He grabs your waist and settles you on his lap, and you nudge your face into his neck, mumbling, "It's just fiction."

He chuckles, "But the details… wait, am I a mafia boss here?"

You blush even more deeply. "And how do you know this kind of position? We haven't even tried this one yet," he continues.

"Stop reading." You plead, but he ignores you and keeps reading.

"Have you been watching porn while I'm away?" he asks.

"It's just for reference, Won," you reply weakly. "You know I have more experience than you, right?" he counters.

"Well, then it wouldn't be fiction, it would be like your diary or something," you retort, looking at him. "And my readers like this kind of stuff."

He laughs and scrolls down, continuing to read. "And you even make me a cold, possessive jerk? Really, babe?"

You bury your face in his shoulder, mortified yet unable to suppress a giggle at his reaction.

"Well, this is already a fanfic since you made me a mafia boss," Wonwoo remarks, pausing in his reading. "You make Mingyu my rival... wait, will he... uh, fuck around with the female lead too?"

He's now fully invested, and you try to cover the screen, but he removes your hand, his expression turning serious. "Behave," he instructs firmly.

"Why is the female named as Y/N?" he asks, his tone softer now as he realizes you're writing a reader-insert fanfic.

You hesitate to answer, but he catches on, teasing you, "So you're imagining yourself being fucked by a mafia boss, huh?"

"It's not like that," you deny it quickly,

He chuckles, shaking his head. "You know, you're missing some details in this sex part," he points out, gesturing to the screen.

"What's wrong with that?" you ask, feeling defensive.

"Since you haven't tried this position, you need to experience it firsthand to be able to describe it accurately," he explains matter-of-factly.

He then stops reading, setting your laptop aside. You think it's over, so you stand up. He does too, but to your surprise, he grabs your hand and drags you to a nearby couch in the room.

As Wonwoo positions you on the couch, he bends you at the waist, your upper body resting on the cushions while the arm of the couch supports your hips. Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he swiftly removes your shorts along with your underwear, making you gasp in surprise and arousal.

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You know, I read something in your story about fingering and sucking first," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Before... before fucking her hard."

You shiver at his words, feeling a rush of heat pooling between your legs. "Y-yes," you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without further preamble, he descends upon you, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of your neck. But his touch is not gentle; it's rough, demanding, leaving marks of his passion in its wake. He bites down on your skin, his teeth grazing against your flesh, leaving you gasping for more.

As his lips find their way to your shoulder, With a wicked grin, he murmurs against your skin, "Let's see if I got your story right." he grips your thighs tightly, parting them with a force that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. His touch is possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he explores every inch of your body with a hunger that leaves you trembling.

Your breath catches in your throat as his words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You nod, unable to form coherent words, your heart pounding in your chest.

And then, without warning, he lowers his head between your thighs, his mouth claiming you with a primal urgency. He doesn't hold back: his tongue is rough and insistent, lapping at your core with a fierce intensity that threatens to drive you over the edge.

But it's not just his tongue that drives you wild; it's his teeth, sinking into your flesh with a delicious sting that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He bites and sucks with abandon, his mouth a whirlwind of sensation that leaves you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

You then gasp as Wonwoo inserts his fingers roughly, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His roughness only intensifies as he continues to suck and lick you, driving you to the edge with each relentless stroke.

When you finally reach your climax, the pleasure is so intense that you can't help but squirt, your juices spilling over his face in a hot, sticky mess. He doesn't flinch; instead, he stands up, slapping your ass roughly as you continue to leak your essence, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

With a primal growl, he positions himself between your legs, straddling you as he forcefully slaps his cock into you like an animal. In this position, there's no room for romance—no eye contact, no kissing, no caressing. It's pure, raw, animalistic fucking, and you revel in it.

As he takes you from behind, you can feel his gaze burning into you, consuming you with lust as he uses you for his pleasure. You lowkey love it—the feeling of being dominated, of being nothing more than an object for his satisfaction. It awakens something primal within you, igniting your submissive side like never before.

As Wonwoo continues to pound into you with primal intensity, his breath ragged and his movements rough, he begins to utter possessive lines, echoing the ones you wrote in your fanfic.

"You like it when I degrade you, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You love being used like this, don't you, you filthy little slut?"

His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine. You find yourself nodding eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure clouds your mind.

He continues, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're mine, Y/N," he declares, his grip tightening on your hips as he drives himself deeper into you. "No one else can have you like this. You belong to me, body and soul. Say it."

You moan in response, unable to resist his command. "I'm yours," you gasp, the words coming out in a breathless whisper.

"That's right," he murmurs, he then delivers a sharp slap to your ass. "And don't you forget it. You're mine to use, to pleasure, to fuck however I want."

Wonwoo's thrusts grow deeper and rougher, each movement driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies collide with a primal rhythm, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

He hisses in pleasure, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're so tight," he gasps, the words slipping out between clenched teeth. "Even after all this time, you still feel so fucking good."

With a final, powerful thrust, he releases his hot, sticky essence deep inside you, filling you completely with his fluid. The sensation sends you over the edge, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Wonwoo pulls his cock out, releasing the last of his cum onto your back. You breathe heavily, reveling in the fact that this is the first time he's been so rough with you during sex. He then gently picks you up and settles you both onto the couch.

As he plays with your hair, he smirks and asks, "So, who’s the better fuck—the mafia version of me or the real thing?"

You squint your eyes at his absurd question, trying to suppress a laugh. "It's just fiction, Babe, Mere fiction," you reply, shaking your head.

He chuckles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I know, I know," he says, his voice gentle. "I was just curious... At least you got to experience the sex position you wrote about," he added as he resumes on toying with your hair. "And if you need to try more for the sake of realism in your stories, I'd be open to it. No need for extra research when you have me."

You roll your eyes playfully, leaning against him. "Whatever." But he's not done yet, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Are there other stories you've written that I haven't read? Are they rated 18? And do you write about other members too?" he fires off questions.

Before he can ask more, you hush his mouth with a kiss, which he eagerly reciprocates, pulling you closer. You sense there might be another round, but this time, he'll be gentle like he used to be.

....... ≿━━━༺WONWOO༻━━━≾ .......

[jjungkookislife]

Sunday, Monday: Thursday Halloween

pairing: bar tender!jungkook x bar tender! f. reader

genre: established relationship, 18+

summary: It's Halloween at the bar.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex in a car, some fluff, jealousy, alcohol mention, daddy joke,

date: October 29, 2024

Sunday, Monday Masterlist

“Why aren’t you in your costume?” Jungkook asks as he opens the door to his SUV for you. You climb in, setting your bag in his backseat. 

“Because I knew you’d rip it off me before we even got inside,” you respond as you take a sip of your energy drink. 

“Fair,“ Jungkook giggles. “Are you wearing that silky soft maid outfit?”

“No,” you giggle, shaking your head. “You stained it with cum last weekend.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jungkook blushes. “Sorry!”

“No biggie, I had a backup.”

“Oooh, show me,” Jungkook pouts, but you kiss him before downing your energy drink. Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes as you set the drink in his cup holder. You lean over his lap, using the lever to push his seat back.

You straddle him, kissing him immediately.

Jungkook tilts his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck. His hands grip your hips, guiding your body on his lap.

“I don’t know why we couldn’t do a couple’s costume,” Jungkook whines when you nip his earlobe. He curses. He moves his hands to the small of your back as you kiss up to his jaw.

“Because we won’t get tips if they know we’re taken. You know our customers like to flirt,” You remind him.

“But Yoongi and Hoseok get to,” Jungkook pouts when you sit up, gripping his t-shirt to pull over his head. You toss it in the backseat, mindful to keep it close so you two won’t be late again.

“They’re married,” you snort, laughing when his eyes widen at the sound.

Jungkook furrows his brows as he thinks for a moment. You don’t notice as you pull your tank top over your head to toss in the empty passenger seat. Should you both move to the backseat? He’d get you on all fours and fuck you so deep. You moan at the thought.

“What if we do?” Jungkook suggests as he grins when you press your tits against him. You kiss him, your fingers threaded in his black hair.

“What, baby?” You murmur in between kisses as his hands grip the back of your thighs. He pushes your panties to the side. He doesn’t know why you still wear any around him when you know they’ll end up pushed to the side or lost in his SUV.

“Koo, what if we do what?”

Jungkook blinks. He’s captivated by your beautiful smile. Your hair frames your face beautifully, and his heart skips a beat. How was it possible to be so in love?

“Koo?” You wave your hand in front of him. “Hello?”

“Sorry,” Jungkook feels heat rush to his cheeks. “I just meant if we got married, we could do a couple’s costume.”

“You’d get married just to match one night of the year?” You ask with a raised brow, judging him.

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, of course not! I just meant…”

You kiss Jungkook, moaning softly when he holds the back of your head with his large hand. The two of you kiss as your clothes get removed, or pushed out of the way.

“I’m not proposing… yet,” Jungkook assures you as he slides home. You bite his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure, the stretch driving you wild. 

The windows are fogged up as you ride him slowly.

“I would hope not,” you whisper as you rock your hips. You cup his face. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he affirms as he kisses you.

You moan, cursing when he takes your breast into his mouth. Your fingers card through his long hair, moaning when his teeth nip your sensitive skin.

“I would though,” you whisper, breathily.

Jungkook looks up at you. The stars in his eyes shine brighter than ever before.

“I would,” You repeat. “I want it all with you.”

Jungkook nods, too overwhelmed to answer as he swallows the knot in his throat.

~

Security is tighter tonight. Masks aren’t allowed nor fake weapons. 

The bar is crowded as well as the dance floor.

Jimin’s shirt is already off, his costume hanging by the threads as he pours a bottle (of water) down his abs. The crowd goes wild as he empties the bottle on his incredible abs.

Yoongi surveys the crowd from the second floor. Hoseok is at the end of the bar with his private security. Namjoon tries to calm the waiting club goers in line as the streets outside fill with people out on Halloween weekend.

“What are you supposed to be?” You ask Jimin when the crowd finally calms down. Jimin giggles and points to the tiny headband on his head. “I’m an angel.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Uh-huh.”

Jimin rolls his eyes at you. “Tae’s the devil. Doesn’t he look cute?”

You watch Tae clear the empty glasses on the bar before heading to the back. The tiny headband on his head is red with tiny horns.

“How’d you get him to do that?” You ask as you wipe the counter.

“I have my ways,” Jimin smirks before he gets back to work. 

Seokjin approaches the bar, fanning himself. “A water please.”

You get him a bottle of water, opening the cap for him. He chugs half of it down before he sets it on the bar top. 

“It’s so hot in here,” He groans as he continues to fan himself. “Why is everyone here? There are other bars on this block.”

“Because we’re the best?” You supply, and Seokjin laughs.

“Mhmm,” He waves you off as he heads back to the entrance.

Jungkook is at the other end of the bar. His Suguro Geto costume is torn to bits. He rakes in the tips as he flirts with some of the customers.

You feel silly in your bunny costume. You still get a handful of tips in your jar, but watching Jungkook smile and flirt easily with others makes your heart sink. It’s just work. You’re the one who takes him home at the end of the night, the one he loves, the one he holds at night.

You smile, forcing those dark thoughts out of your mind. You need to make rent tonight so you giggle to stupid jokes and flirt with randoms.

“Oh, excuse me,” you giggle as you walk in front of Jungkook to reach the liquor bottle at the end of the bar. Your ass rubs against him, and he resists the urge to moan.

Jungkook tries to focus on his clientele, grinning when they buy him a shot. He pretends to wash it down with beer, but he spits the alcohol into it instead. Tips fill his jar as he moves to the next group, turning the charm to ten. If he wanted to get you the ring he thought you deserved, he would need lots of cash.

Break time comes quicker than he thought. Being busy at the bar, makes time fly as he heads up the stairs to the break room. He chugs a bottle of water by the time you walk in.

“Come sit on hubby’s lap,” Jungkook pats his lap and you giggle.

“Hubby, huh?” You question him.

“Would you prefer Daddy?”

“Boy, bye,” you cackle as you slide off his lap. His hands reach out for you, tugging you back. You laugh with him as you straddle him. He tugs on your bunny tail, giggling as he presses his forehead to yours.

“It’s so hard watching you flirt with others,” Jungkook admits.

“Same. Do you think I like seeing your top torn to shreds? Those customers need to keep their hands to themselves,” You huff.

“Actually,” Jungkook rubs the nape of his neck. “I ripped my top open. I thought body shots would rake in the cash.”

You laugh, shoving him. “Wow, Kook!”

“I made money,” he smiles before he kisses you. “Besides, you’re the only one I want.”

“Mhm.”

“You know I only want you, baby. Come home with me tonight. Wear the bunny ears.”

“You little freak,” you giggle. 

Jungkook shrugs. “I like what I like.”

“Is that right? Gonna breed me like a bunny? Pull my tail just to make me moan?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans. “Please, don’t tease me.”

You giggle, shaking your head before Yoongi pops his head in. He has a hand over his eyes, not wanting to see the two of you going at it.

“When you’re done making babies or whatever, can you help Jimin at the bar? Taehyung is doing well but Jimin’s doing body shots and dragged Seokjin into it.” Yoongi explains as he risks a peek at the two of you.

“Sure thing,” Jungkook nods as you get off his lap. You take his hand in yours, kissing him quickly before following Yoongi back to the bar.

Tomorrow you’ll hit the grocery store for discount candies, and Jungkook will plan your costumes for next year. Perhaps by then, you’ll be living together, handing candy out to all the neighborhood children.

Jungkook smiles at the thought as he joins you back at the bar.

[sunwashigharchives]

Tastes Like Honey (AO3 + Wattpad)

Words: 1,868

After completing your mission with Xavier, you decide to have a little fun. Takes place during No Restraint 🌌🩵

The protocore pulses on the bedside table as your come hither stare brings Xavier closer, standing over you. "We should stay away from it," He says, feigned worry in his tone as he pulls you up, leading you a short way to the chair. 

You sit in his lap, playing with the wet hair that curls at the nape of his neck. "You are so protective of me, Xavier," You say, wanting to bury your face in his neck and smell him, the hotel soap and his scent mixing in a dangerous concoction. 

"I must protect what's important..." His voice is barely a whisper as he runs his fingers over your thighs, his cock more prominent under your ass. "But I..." He trails off, your faces so close. Your noses nuzzle against each other, lips brushing over. He breathes heavily, biting his lip. "We will need to find an antidote... I think I am affected too..." He says, pulling away. 

Your heart fumbles over itself, excited he took your bait. "Oh no..." You say, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. He turns his head, kissing the soft skin on your wrist. 

"There must be something we can do..." Xavier says, punctuating his spaces with kisses down your arm. Your heart beats so loud, you're sure he hears it as you bring your arm from his grip, kissing his cheek. "How is that?" You ask, his hand running down your back. 

He grips the bottom of your robe and pulls it up to feel your ass. "More... I definitely need more." Xavier replies, gently squeezing your ample bottom. Your nerves are alight as you start a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, slipping off his lap until you are between his legs. 

His cock tents in his boxers, waiting for any attention. "How about here?" You ask coyly, kissing the hot bulge. 

He shudders, "More..." He says, tugging at his underwear and kicking them off. You smile at his eagerness before looking down at his shaft and the light blonde hair that surrounds it.

Your lips wrap around his stiffened cock, slowly taking Xavier's shaft down. He groans quietly, his hips bucking softly. You remove your mouth, trying to suppress a giggle, "Did you feel that?" You ask him, gauging how far he would take this act. 

"Not enough," He whispers, his fingers trying to knit through your thick curls, beckoning for more of your touch. You hum, opening your mouth just enough for your tongue to slip out and tease his tip. He shivers, and you close your eyes, tracing the edge of his swollen head, dipping between the folds of his foreskin. 

His breath hitches, and he pushes your head again. "(Y/N)..." He huskily whispers, his other hand gripping the sheets. You could tease him all night, enjoying the moans that escaped his lips. You, however, give in, opening your mouth and resting your tongue on the underside as he thrusts in slowly. "N-n-not enough..." He grunts as he slowly fucks your mouth, savoring the way you keep your head steady, glancing up at him every so often. His shimmering blue eyes are dark lagoons, heated with passion as he alternates between watching and closing his eyes to allow the pleasure to wash over him. 

You pull your head back, your lips wet and puffy, a strand of salvia coming from the tip of his cock and your glossy mouth. He sits up, at first dazed, but quickly returns to earth, his hand returning to the back of your neck. You expect him to return your mouth to his leaky cock, but instead, he kisses you passionately, his hands pushing at your satin robe. 

"I need more," He whispers against you, trailing kisses down your jaw and exposed shoulder. 

"More?" You ask, raising your eyebrow. 

He holds your face between his two fingers as he stops his trail. Your cheeks heat when your eyes meet, his eyes pool of lust, and you want nothing more but to jump in. He pecks your lips before untying your robe. The cooler air on your skin perks up your nipples and Xavier is quick, warming your sensitive bud with his mouth. It's your turn to pretend as goosebumps travel down your spine, your fingers gripping onto Xavier's shoulders. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue teases your nipple, flicking the bud. "M-more," You manage to say. He pulls off your breast, helping you stand before standing himself and leading you to the bed. 

Your mind races as you glance out the window, lighting flashing across the sky, thunder rumbling and clapping shortly after. The weather seemingly matches the tension between you as Xavier climbs on top of you, parting your robes more to expose your body to him. "I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this, (Y/N)..." He says after a moment, his eyes roaming your body with the intention to claim you as his heavy in his expression. You smirk, deciding to tease him more, running your fingertips lightly over your breasts and down your stomach. His jaw clenches, and you trail your fingers up to his chest, pushing his robe off his shoulder. He quickly takes it off, tossing it on the floor. 

"I need you," He says, returning between your thighs. "Xavier..." You whisper as he presses a kiss on your pelvis. "Your panties are in the way of what I want." He continues, pushing at the dark fabric, his fingers rubbing against your slit. 

You bite your lip, the close heat of his mouth driving you crazy. His tongue presses against you, dampening your ruined fabric. Your legs rest on his shoulders, your breathing shaky as he closes his eyes, finding your clit through the panties. "Did you think of me when those other men tried to have their way with you?" Xavier asks as he pushes your underwear to the side. 

Your mind scrambles for an answer as he kisses your lower stomach, his finger slowly slipping between your folds. You imagine how his cock would fill you, the way he'd look over you as he fucked you through the storm. He slips in another finger, watching as your hips buck. "It's not enough," You say softly, sitting up on your elbows and biting your bottom lip. 

He smiles as he leans down. "You didn't answer my question, (Y/N)..." His tongue laps at your slick folds, the lewd sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out, making your body heat with lust. He removes his mouth, raising his eyebrow, "Did you think about me?" He asks again, his thrust quickening. Your toes curl as you look away at the rain-splattered window. 

"You're all I think about," You admit softly. He chuckles, returning his mouth, this time spreading your lips just enough to find his treasure. He suckles your clit, making your back arch as you lie back on the bed. The pleasure shoots directly to your brain, and you breathe out, a whimper escaping your lips. You don't know how long he's at it, your body a live wire until he pulls away, staring at his wet fingers, your wetness clinging to him. 

"We need more..." Xavier whispers as he comes up, kissing you hard against the bed. You don't argue, tasting yourself on his tongue. How many times did you imagine wanting him in this way? So many nights you spent with your toys buzzing away as your partner's name escaped your lips while you wished for him. 

You pull away, resting your hands on either side of Xavier's head. His cheeks warm under your touch. "Did you bring..." He snaps out of his daze, looking over at the small desk. "The vending machine," he says, slipping off the bed. 

You sigh of relief as he grabs a condom and puts it on. You wonder if he asked that receptionist about it when he got the bandages but don't have a chance to ask as he returns, his heady eyes drinking you in as he pushes your legs back. "I want to watch you take me," He whispers, rubbing his cock tip against your folds. Your hands cover his, trying to remain calm as you can feel the girth of him teasing your hole. 

"X-Xavier..." You whimper. He thrusts in slowly, watching your face attentively as you close yours, his cock stretching you just right. He sets his pace, both of you panting as sweat pools between your breasts. "You are more perfect than my dreams," Xavier grunts, coming down to kiss you. 

Your arms wrap around his toned shoulders as he pounds you into the hotel bed. "More..." You whisper as he ends the kiss, resting his head against yours. "Yes..." He says back, his thrusts becoming sharper, following your orders. You don't know how much more you can take, wrapping your legs around his waist, his cock feeling engorged with each stroke. 

He kisses you again, your tongues rolling against each other, pulling away briefly before coming together again, his body so hot against yours. "My love..." Xavier whines. He grips your wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "Let's come together, please," He groans, grinding his hips against yours. You don't have to be asked twice as you nod, his mouth wrapping around your exposed breast. You cry out, begging for him as the headboard smacks against the wall, matching his erratic pacing. You try to run from his thrusts, but his grip on your wrists is stronger. 

The ecstasy drives you over as you shut your eyes tight, unable to form more words or thoughts, heat flushing your skin as you squeeze around his cock. He sputters, letting go of your arms to engulf you into an embrace, moaning against your neck as he fills the condom, his hips flush against yours. 

He pulls out, breathing heavily, and rolls off you, pushing his fluffy blonde hair from his forehead. He carefully pulls the used condom from his soft cock, tossing it in the wastebin by the bed before relaxing back. You both try to catch your breath, a laugh bubbling out of your chest. He glances over at you, eyebrow raised. You move closer to him, and he welcomes the cuddle, pulling you tight to his side. 

"The receptionist thought you were my boyfriend..." You say suddenly, trying to fill the sex-thick air with something else. He chuckles, "I suppose her hunch was correct..." He whispers, glancing down at you. You answer him with a smirk, attacking his neck with your mouth before he can say anything more, sucking the taut skin. He tastes of sweat and soap. He moans softly, his hand slipping down your back to your ass. 

"How long do you think it'll storm?" He asks, massaging your bottom. You pull away, carefully watching his face. "I don't know..." You reply honestly, and he slips two fingers in your needy hole. You moan, burying your face in his neck, surprised. "Mmm... Good. I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight." He whispers, finding your mouth, ready for round two.

[ryebread0605]

Could I request bottom Sebek with top male reader? it's fine if not :)

Of course! I’ve never really written for Sebek but I adore him as a character so I’ll do my best!!! 

And yes I gave Sebek a praise kink because he deserves praise 

“I’m sorry I know I should’ve warned you before you slept over but-“ Sebeks fingers fidgeted with the soft blanket covering his lap, his eyes cast downwards and a heavy red tint covering his cheeks. 

Earlier today, he had been so excited about inviting you, his boyfriend, to sleepover for the first time (which Lilia teased him endlessly about how he stuttered while asking) that he forgot one major key detail.

His rut.

It wasn’t new to him, Sevens no, but it completely slipped his mind this time and so now he was sat in his bed hoping to whichever of the Great Seven could hear him that he could calm his now desperate mind and just have a normal sleepover with you. 

But as your lips gently pressed against his and a small smile made its way to your face, he couldn’t help but be completely entranced and focused on nothing but your voice and body.

“My poor boy, you don’t have to be embarrassed. These things are natural sweetheart, it’s alright. Now, would you like some help?” You made sure to keep your voice calm and soft, not wanting to scare the already heavily embarrassed man any further. And well, you knew how much he adored when you spoke like that.

With a hesitant nod and a small whine, you coaxed him to lay on his stomach and slowly reached around to undo his belt. Slipping it out of the loop and undoing his pants before pulling those off too, you could already feel his cock hard and pressing taut against his boxers. His face flushed even more red as he tried to hide it but slowly moved his hands as you reminded him you had to take his boxers off to help him.

“Such a good boy, now I know how bad you want me but I have to prep you first alright? Cant have my precious boy in pain” he practically melted at the praise. The way you called him precious made his heart beat faster and his body grow more desperate for you. As you slipped one finger inside of him, he bit back a moan at the sensation. He was always so sensitive and surprisingly quiet during these intimate times, that was until you *really* got him going. 

Slowly yet steadily you pumped your finger in and out of him, adding a second once you thought he was ready and beginning to scissor his hole to stretch him for you.  His soft moans were muffled by the pillow he had chosen to bury his face into but the way he ground himself against your hand told you he was enjoying himself. 

He let out a soft whine as you removed your fingers, looking back to see why you stopped only to be met with the site of your bare body. Grabbing the bottle of lube you knew he kept in his bedside drawer, you coated your cock in it before lining yourself up against his hole.

“Take a deep breath for me sweetheart, and if you need me to stop you tell me” he nodded in response and gripped the pillow, letting out a moan of pure pleasure as you began to push into him. Allowing him to adjust slowly to the feeling, you took your time before bottoming out, smirking a bit at the slight bulge in his stomach. He panted softly before looking back at you again.

“P-please (name), i need you to move. P-please don’t hold back i need you to be fast (name) please!” His begs were like music to your ears and, with a smirk, you complied. The sound of skin against skin and his desperate yet muffled moans filled the normally stubborn boy’s room as your cock moved against his walls. Reaching a hand around, you used one hand to jerk him off while the other held his hips in place. 

“Such a good boy for me, being all loud~ I just love when you’re this obedient~ you really want everyone to know who you belong to, don’t you sweetheart~?” Your teasing praise made him blush more, his mind too scrambled by the pace of your hips slamming into his to do anything more than shakily repeat the word more over and over. And who were you to deny your perfect boy what he wanted? 

Your pace was brutally fast, each thrust causing your balls to slap against him while your hand continued to jerk him off. He was far too fucked out of it to even speak anymore, lips parted and tongue hanging out as his back arched beautifully and he moaned out your name like it was the only thing he knew how to do. It wasn’t surprising when he hit his peak and came hard onto his sheets and your hand, his hole clenching around you and milking your cock. You sent ropes of warm, sticky cum into him while still fucking him through both of your orgasms.

Pulling out him slowly, you lay beside him and gently run your hands through his hair that now sticks to his forehead, a lovedrunk smile on his face as he lays his head on your chest.

“You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you. You’re so amazing for me” your words of praise made the man whine again, quickly feeling his cock harden and, with a chuckle, you got on your knees in front of him, intending to please him until your poor boy was finally satisfied 

[sonarspace]

love cramp, choso

wc: 1.8k content: fluff (reader has period cramps and he takes care of you). nsfw (oral. fem! receiving. multiple orgasms. face riding. overstimulation if you squint.) a/n: not proofread as usual. idk why its taken me so long to write for him but here we are :D.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

the first time choso eats you out he thinks he’s in heaven. sweet taste and honey like consistency. he can never get enough of tasting you. so when you get your period it’s like his source of food is gone.

you wake up to find your underwear covered in a light shade of red. the cramps come soon after. choso comes over at night, a smile on his face — excited to be around you.

the smile is soon wiped off his face when he walks around the couch to see your eyes scrunched. your body curled up, and your hands clutching your lower abdomen, a cramp hitting when he walked in. “are you okay??” he moves over to you. his hand moves over yours holding your stomach. trying to pry them away to see if you're hurt in anyway.

"cramp," you cry in pain. he pushes the hair sticking to you back and presses a kiss to your head. you huff out a laugh "ha, that was a bad one, but yes i'm okay.. i got my period in the morning".

"ohh," choso elongates the word in understanding. he asked you about it earlier when he noticed the pads in your bathroom shelf and you explained to him what it was then. how your cycle happens once and sometimes twice if the universe was trying to fuck with you.

and sure the universe was trying to fuck with you this time cause only two weeks later your cycle starts again. having done his own research about it, choso's patient and understanding when you lose your temper or get too emotional.

as soon as he finds out your on your period he gives you a quick peck on the lips and is out the door. not because he doesn't want to be around you but because he wants to take care of you in the best way he could. "text me, if you need anything specific i'll be back in twenty minutes."

you text him a "come back quick, i wanna cuddle 😞" after he's gone for ten minutes. he replies "be back real soon sweet cheeks :)". he does a quick google search on foods to reduce menustral cramps and grabs whatever he thinks you'd like from the list: dark chocolate, bananas, avocados, chamomile tea, pineapple and some ice cream just cause, and a heating pad since you've lost yours.

you're sitting up on the couch now, knees brought up to your chest. he gives you a short haul of all the things he's got you. a smile on your face and his love gripping your beating heart as you watch him explain why he bought each item.

a happy tear slips from the corner of your eye and he notices, "why are you crying? does it hurt too much?" you shake your head and chuckle softly "i'm just really happy you're here choso". he blushes "wouldn't wanna be anywhere else, darling".

fifth day of your period and you're barely bleeding. the cramps are almost gone unlike usual. you can't help but notice how he's being a little distant. you're about to ask him but that is until you notice his hard on and connect two and two together. he's sitting beside you trying really hard to keep up with the movie instead of getting on his knees and eating you out like a starved man.

he gulps when you move your hand to his thigh. you know you shouldn't tease him but you do anyway because it's fun to see him get flustered by your touch. your hands slide further up his shorts, your nails lightly scratch his inner thigh. his breath hitches when your pinky finger lightly rubs over his boner.

you fake a yawn and competely remove your hand. "i think we should go to bed," you tell him. he follows you with a confused look. "is there something you want to tell me, choso?" you tease him. "um...can i-" he clears his throat.

he gets on his knees then. "can i please, please, please eat you out?" you're taken aback. your lips parting in a silent gasp — expecting him to ask you for a blowjob instead. "is that why you're so hard?" you raise an eyebrow.

"god yes, baby, please let me touch you. let me make you feel good, please it's all i've been thinking about for the past five days. thought i'd be able to spend the night between your legs but you got your period," he pouts. you laugh, your hand grasping his cheek, "oh choso, you're a such a needy boy, aren't you?" and he nods feverishly.

"go ahead." you tell him. and his lips are immediately kissing up a path to your shorts. his hands on your hips to keep you steady, as he kisses you over your shorts. his nose nuzzling against your clit and he whimpers. his hands make their way under your shirt, his cold fingertips cupping your boobs. you gasp your head falling backwards.

you feel his teeth nipping at the skin of your hips. you look down to see him pulling off your shorts with his mouth. determined to keep massasing your boobs he successfully pulls down both your shorts and panties. "choso," you whine at his neediness. he stands up and press a quick kiss to your lips. his hands under your shirt helping you remove it. fully nude now, he gets rid of his own clothes quickly and pushes you down on the bed. "just relax, i'm going to take such good care of you sweet girl."

he kisses his way down to where you need him the most. leaving hickeys on his way — obessed with the way your skin felt under his lips and between his teeth. his arms move under your legs as he gets comfortable. he slowly licks once from your entrance to your clit, twice, thrice until you moan out a please.

"shh sweet honey, need to take my time. been waiting for five days, you can wait a bit longer for me, can't you?" he pouts. and his pouts always have you melting. "yeah i can wait," you pant. you're so wet — all because of him, he thinks. he takes pride in having you sprawled and needy for him like this, it's rare. sometimes he can't believe he has the same effect on you like you do.

he takes a finger and gathers your wetness on his tip, smearing it all over your stomach. he moans as he bites your inner thigh and inserts a finger into your needy hole. he moves up your body to lick at the wetness he left on your abdomen. the sounds he lets out as he licks it off you are pornographic.

"clenchin around my finger so much, breathe for me baby, deep breaths," he guides you. he chuckles when you give him a blank expression. another kiss to your hips. he always had to kiss you. it's as good as oxygen for him — the taste of you on his lips, on his tongue.

his tongue pokes out and licks lightly at your clit. "that pineapple's made your taste sweeter," he hums. he loved your taste. could live off of it forever. he presses his tongue on your clit, heavy. his eyes meet yours. your lips parted in a whine. his finger plugged in you starts slowly moving in and out, curling — trying to reach that spot in you.

your eyes roll to the back of your head. his long fingers reaching deep inside of you, curling and meeting your sensitive spot. you buck into his hand. your hand makes its way into his hair, scratching lightly. he replaces his finger with his tongue. dipping in and slurping. making filthy noises.

he links a hand with your free hand. the need to hold you through this in some way. his tongue alternates between flicking and sucking your clit and dipping into your needy hole. his thumb rubs your clit quickly trying to get you to reach your orgasm. he feels your walls tighten around his tongue as you cum.

he doesn't stop though. his tongue moves over your clit sucking. desperately wanting you to cum once more. and you do with a loud cry of his name "choso, choso, god, choso".

"no god here baby, just your choso." he smiles. his chin drenched in your juices and his hair slightly undone, sticking to his face. he tries to go down on you once more but you pull him away with the grip you have on his hair. "i can't" you pant.

"it's been five days, sugar. please, please, just one more," he begs and you give in. his tongue moves over you quickly. his teeth coming out to lighlty nip. adding an extra sensation. making it harder for you to keep your orgasm in, you let go. he lays beside you, breathing heavily. he kisses you deeply, enough that you could taste yourself on his tongue. you look down to his cock, rock hard and covered in white liquid. "did you..?" you ask with knowing smile. "yeah, your pussy drives me crazy." he laughs.

still unsatisfied, he grabs your hips moving you over him. "choso?" you question. "need you to ride my face, doll. get yourself off on me, come on. please?" he asks. grabbing your ass and moving under your pussy. you clench around nothing when his breath hits your core. "it's just beggin for my mouth, peach," he pulls you down on his face.

his tongue works you to yet another orgasm. your hips have a mind of their own as they move over him. his nose pushes into your clit. his ministrations this time have you more than cumming. you gasp as you squirt all over his face. surprised that he made you reach this state, he takes it all in like a proud man. satsified groans and whines falling out of his lips.

you pant pushing yourself off him. you lay beside him, breathing heavily — too tired to move. you hiss when you feel a warm towel between your legs. he cleans you up quickly and softly. a gentle peck on the marks his nails left inside your thighs. "choso, no more. please." you whisper.

"no more baby. just cleaning you up". he smiles softly. his hair fully undone and framing his face perfectly. he lays down beside, pulling you in as close he can. "really tired you out, huh?" he pushes your hair back so he could take in your features clearly. your eyes slightly open, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red.

you take him in for the first time in hours as well. his lips flushed a darker color than usual and his cheeks warm as your palm cups his face to pull him in for a kiss. you hum a yes into the kiss. "my girl, my sweet girl. my girl. the most perfect girl. my honey bun. my sugar filled doll. i love you. thank you." he whispers against your lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

© SONARSPACE 2023 | DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Comforts You

i’m on my period atm and it’s that mental state where you just want to curl up forever and you forget to take care of yourself and i wish i had a big sexy military man to look after me :(

simon comforts a sick reader who’s been struggling to care of herself 💞

not proofread - comfort, angst, alluding to bad mental health but simon is so sweet

Coming home from a week away, working, Simon quietly unlocks the door. His heavy duffel bag weighs him down, and his dark mask and military boots make him seem almost terrifying, the humanity in him hidden behind cloth and eye black - but under his mask, his thin lips smile softly, already imagining how you’re going to greet him… how you’ll be waiting by the door, like you always are, like some sweet puppy waiting for her master to come home. Maybe you’ve baked cookies, or lit candles… maybe you’re asleep in bed, the only thing covering you being the duvet cover… all these thoughts run through his head, and he smiles to himself. God, he’s lucky.

The 4am winter cold slows his movements, but eventually the house key clicks into place, and he’s finally home. He places his kit on the floor, locking the door behind him, and switches on the light…

Only to be met with a messy house. No girlfriend, no cookies, no candles, no wet panties… just some papers, strewn about the floor. A pile of coats on the table, ibuprofen on the kitchen counter and dirty cups littered on the floor around the sofa. He almost doesn’t recognise the flat, but those are your coats by the door, and that’s your childhood teddy on the sofa. The one you only get out when you’re really, really sad.

"Oh… oh, baby," he sighs softly. Ashamedly, he’s a little disappointed, a little annoyed. He risks his ass in the field, so you don’t have to work, provides for you… and this is the welcome he gets? A dirty kitchen? Are you a pig?

But he knows you better than that. He knows you’re his good girl, you wouldn’t disrespect him like that, you want nothing more than to make him happy. He can tell by the medicine and the throat lozenges strewn everywhere, and by the fluffy comfort teddy (not so fluffy after all these years) on the sofa, that something is wrong.

He gently opens the door to your shared bedroom, moving softly and taking care not to disturb you as you slept. The room was similarly disorganised - piles of clothes, random things that needed putting back, endless cups of camomile tea on the side. And in the middle, was his girl. In his tshirt, and an unsexy pair of your comfy underwear, lying curled up into a tense ball under at least 2 blankets. A little tear wobbled on your puffy cheeks as you slept, and there was a little blood stain by your thighs.

Without a word, he removes his mask, taking away that element of separation completely so that it’s just you and him. Not Ghost and his bird, but Simon and his little girl. And his girl needed him. Tenderly, he lifted the covers and slipped into bed at your side, wrapping his strong, sore arms around you and holding you to him. He was tired and aching from training, but he would always have the energy to hold you tight. His rough, wide hands traced up and down your back in small steps and his chapped lips met your soft forehead, as he pulled you close into his chest. His body was like a blanket, shielding you from the world, keeping you cosy with your cheek against his heart, that beat behind his muscles that were so soft, and so warm…

"I’m home, love…" he coos softly into your ear, his typically rough manchester accent sounding unusually tender against your temple as he kissed it.

As his warm arms encircle you, your eyes softly start to flutter open, not quite understanding what is happening.

"Simon…"

"That’s right."

"You’re…" you look away, ashamed, as you remember the house that he had to come home to. As you remember what a bad girlfriend you’ve been.

"I’m sorry," is all you can manage to say as the tears start to fall again. Your boyfriend realises as your arms relax that you had been curled up so tightly around a little teddy… a bear, in a military uniform, that he’d bought you for fun when you were out one day and had seen it in a shop window. That bear had become your comfort when Simon was away.

"Oh, baby…" he whispers, "don’t be sorry, darlin’, m’just glad to see you."

"But the flat’s a mess… i’m a mess…"

"I’ve got it, sweetheart, we’ll get you cleaned up. Don’t worry that pretty head. Love ya too much t’let you worry about anything," he whispers softly, noticing the hot water bottle at your side, "you got cramps..?"

His thumb strokes your hair behind your ear as you nod weakly, appreciatively.

"Mhm…" you whisper, "bad’uns."

"S’alright," he smiles, pulling you face down onto his chest, and placing a firm hand on your lower back as the other holds you tight, "I can be your hot water bottle for the night."

thank you for reading lovelies :)

[starogeorgina]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

The king's queen and hand

Paring: Aegon ii Targaryen × reader × Criston Cole

Warnings: Swearing, smut, incest, anal sex, DP

The warm water feels soothing against your skin; usually, you and Aegon prefer it a lot warmer, but you settled on a cooler temperature so Criston would be able to withstand the heat.

Aegon had a large stone bath built in the bathing chamber with dragons engraved into it. The knight was supposed to have joined the two of you a while ago, and Aegon was growing impatient. His cock was borderline painful with how hard it had become while he ‘prepares’ you with his fingers.

“Please, wife.”

You chuckle against his ear. “You’re so impatient.”

Aegon pins you between him and the stone wall; his lips smash against yours as he grinds against you, teasing your entrance. “I want you to squeal like a whore while begging for my cock.”

“Hmm.” Your lips trace his jawline. “What happened to sharing?”

He smirks, “Fuck Cole, you’re mine.”

“Aegon!”

“Please, please, please,” he laughs. “Let me—”

The sound of the chamber door closing causes both of you to turn. “My king, my queen.”

“Ser Criston,” you giggle, feeling Aegon kissing your neck frantically. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

“My apologies,” he says in jest.

While the knight undresses, Aegon licks down your collarbone until he reaches your breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth while you tease the head of his cock with your thumb.

When Criston is waist-level in the bath, Aegon finally removes his mouth from you and looks directly at the other man. “The queen has previously shared her desire to be fucked by both of us at once, and I say we give her what she wants.”

“Where do you want me, my king?”

“Sit.”

Criston goes and sits on the ledge built in on the deeper side of the bath; his feet can touch the bottom, and the water just reaches his chest.

“And me?”

Aegon picks you up with ease, and you wrap your legs around his waist. The water swishes as he carries you over to Criston. “You, my dear, will do nothing but feel pleasure.”

Aegon sits you on top of Criston’s lap, so your back is pressed against the knight’s chest. Criston’s warm hands wrap around your stomach, holding you securely in place. You can feel his heart beating against your back.

You hook your legs on either side of Criston’s thighs; this was the moment all of your husband's teasing had been leading up to. Aegon tucks stray hair behind your ear. “Are you ready?”

Your mouth goes so dry that you struggle to form a sentence, so you nod.

While kissing you softly, Aegon reaches underneath you, takes Criston’s cock in his hand, lines him up with your ass, and eases him into you. Your husband touching your lover causes a wave of excitement to course through you; it goes straight to your core.

“Oh fuck!”

Still keeping an arm securely wrapped around you, Criston massages your breast with his free hand while Aegon slides the head of his cock between your folds, teasing you.

Criston slowly starts to thrust. “Is this okay, my queen?”

“Yes!”

“Do you think you could take the both of us?”

Criston’s question was sincere, as his touches were gentle, but Aegon's was different. His eyes glaze over with a feral mist, like a dragon ready to devour its prey. “I do. What do you say, my king?” Your voice is laced with cockiness. “Do you think I can take you both?”

Groaning, Aegon lines himself up and, with one thrust, pushes his cock inside you.

You can’t speak; you can barely keep your eyes open. Never before have you been so full. Criston tilts your head back, claiming your lips. Aegon nips and sucks at the side of your throat, holding onto your thighs tightly.

“Someone touch my clit,” you whine. “Please.”

You feel Aegon smirk against you as one of them complies and rubs circles against your aching clit. Their thrusts become slightly faster, but they aren’t as rough as normal.

Criston cums first, moaning into your mouth as he does. Reaching your orgasm, you tighten around Aegon’s cock, pushing him over the edge. “Fuck, fuck,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. “You took us so well, my love.”

Gently, he pulls out, and a few seconds later, you lift your hips so Criston can do the same. You remain sitting on the knight's lap, too exhausted to do anything else. Criston plants soft kisses across your face while Aegon starts slowly massaging your calf.

“How about we take care of you?”

You smile, “Please.”

[pahtoosh]

what's in a name

[image ID: a gif of steve and bucky smiling. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: 960 words

warnings: drama with a wasp, steve picks you up

a/n: shakespeare says names don't matter but in this case I say they do!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: the first time you called Bucky "Baba" and Steve "Dada"

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It came out by accident. You found yourself dozing off in Bucky’s arms while watching a movie. The whole day, Steve and Bucky had been doting on you, making you feel safe enough to slip into littlespace. It was your first experience with slipping in front of them for a long period. You felt so light. The fuzziness of your mind had you lifting off your toes and into the arms of your protector. 

Steve had been called for a meeting, so it was just you and Bucky cuddling on the couch. 

Bucky shifted a bit to get more comfortable. He wasn’t planning on getting up, but you didn’t know that. You furrowed your brow and held onto him tighter. Your next words tumbled out of your mouth like marbles down a staircase. 

“Baba, don’t go.”

Your words were slurred. Your cheek was smushed against Bucky’s chest and your sleepiness stopped your mouth from properly forming the words. Bucky heard you perfectly, though. 

His heart skipped a beat. His mind raced. He didn’t want to wake you up though, so he just kissed the top of your head and soothed you by rubbing his hand over your back. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Baba’s not going anywhere.

When you woke up from your nap, you remembered your little slip-up. Your face grew hot with embarrassment. 

“Hey there, sunshine.” Bucky cooed. “Are you waking up?”

You nodded and then slowly removed yourself from his embrace, still clinging to his shirt with one hand. 

“Do you wanna get up?”

You nodded, then shook your head and nodded again. 

“Is something wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

You shook your head.

“What’s got you all shy?”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I just wish I knew what was going on so I could help you,” Bucky said as he rubbed your back.

“I- I called you Baba.”

“That’s nothing to be shy about.”

You shook your head, still avoiding eye contact. 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded.

“I liked it.”

You peeked out from your hiding place against his chest, allowing your soft eyes to ask a wordless question.

“I love takin’ care of you, honey. And if you love it too, enough to give me a special name, my only business is to keep going. I’ll show you how much I like being called your Baba.”

Ever so gently, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. You got comfortable in the crook of his neck before softly speaking. 

“Baba. My Baba.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

It was nearly dinner time when Steve returned. The three of you decided to hang out on the balcony while waiting for the food to be delivered. You sat on the outdoor rug, playing with toys while Steve and Bucky sat on the bench, chatting about their days and looking much like the love-struck Brooklyn boys from the past. Only now they had a precious little one whom their gaze often turned to. 

Your mind was utterly blank. Any train of thought drifted away as you lost yourself in the colorful blocks. You reached out to grab another piece when a large wasp landed in front of you. Startled, you pulled your hand back, accidentally knocking over the little tower you had worked so hard on. The wasp must’ve been startled too, as it began flying in frenzied circles by the fallen blocks. 

Your whimper caught the attention of the two super soldiers. Being the closest one to you, Steve leaped into action. He swiftly picked you up and carried you to the other side of the balcony. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve gotcha.” Steve did his best to soothe your trembling figure. He bounced you in his arms, holding you tight. 

You took in a shaky breath, trying to shake the fear from your thoughts. 

“Scared.”

“I know, honey. Let’s go inside, hm? Bucky’s picking up your toys for you.” Steve carried you through the sliding door, making sure no other little creatures were around as he pushed the glass aside.

He sat on the living room’s armchair with you. Steve ran his hands up and down your arms, making you feel safe. It was as if he was slowing down time just for you. You felt much calmer by the time Bucky came back inside. He gently set down your crate of toys before kneeling by the armchair. 

“You okay, pumpkin? I’m sorry that happened to ya.”

“I’m okay, thank you.”

Bucky breathed a small sigh of relief. “I gave that little punk a good talking to. No more stingers are coming around here to scare my baby, ya hear? I’ll have Tony set some nets up to be sure of it.”

You giggled, loving how his accent came out with a twinge of sass. 

“It’s okay. Dada saved me.” You punctuated your sentence with a kiss on Steve’s cheek. The blonde super soldier’s heart swelled to three times its size.

He failed miserably at keeping a dopey smile off his face. He didn’t want to scare you off by making it a big deal, though. Play it cool, Steve. Play it cool.

“I-is that me?” He coughed to clear his throat, “Am I your Dada?” 

You nodded proudly and pointed at Bucky. “And he’s my Baba.” 

The next few moments were a blur. Steve pulled Bucky onto the chair, making his partner shout before chuckling in surprise. Both of them simultaneously decided that you needed to be peppered with kisses. You decided to get them back by holding one of their faces still while you returned the favor. The three of you were a giggling mess, squished on the too-small chair: the perfect start to your precious little family.

[actuallysaiyan]

You and Me(Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Childhood Crush!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Kento and Reader are both 19+ and graduated from Jujutsu Tech, semi-public sex, creampie finish, dirty talk, childhood crush turned into a relationship, rough sex word count: 0.8k pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: you and Nanami are always trying to find time for one another, but with being full-time sorcerers, it's becoming harder and harder to find the time to have any intimacy. taglist: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly @an-ever-angry-bi @namikyento

He presses you down to the ground, his large hand covering your mouth for a minute. Kento takes a second to look around, making sure that nobody is hiding in the classroom. Then he smirks at you, loving the way you look so flustered right now. He removes his hand and kisses you so passionately.

“Finally,” he breathes. “Some fucking alone time.”

Your heart skips a beat when you hear him cursing like that. Not that he doesn’t curse usually, but just hearing it from his lips is what gets you so excited. You love hearing anything filthy come out of that mouth of his. Then he kisses you again, his hands spreading your thighs. You don’t have much time, so he wants to take advantage of it.

“Lemme get you wet, ‘kay?” He asks, but it’s not really a question.

You’re putty in his hands as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. Kento smirks when he notices the wet spot on your cute little panties. He’s quick to pull them down and he brings them to his nose. He takes a greedy inhale, shuddering at the scent of your musky arousal. Then he tucks the panties into his pocket.

“Fuck, I need you.”

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He’s holding you down against the wall, keeping your legs spread with his knee. It feels like it’s been so long since you two have had a moment alone like this. After you both graduated, you decided to stay and become full-time sorcerers. So it’s mission after mission, leaving you both too exhausted for too much fun these days. But now with nobody in the classroom, and you and Kento having an evening off, he’s the one who suggested you have a little fun here.

With one hand pushing his pants down past his ass, the other one is slowly rubbing your clit. You moan softly at his affections. Kento is enamored with the way you look whenever he gets to play with your pussy. If he knew he could take his time with you, he would. But he doesn’t have all that much time right now.

He spreads your thighs even wider, and he lets his thick cock slap against your swollen nub. You whine for him, making him shut you up with a passionate kiss. Then he pushes into you, both of you panting as his cock bottoms out and his balls are plush against you. Kento chuckles breathlessly at the way your cunt squeezes him. He takes a minute to let you adjust to his thick girth. His eyes search your face for any signs of discomfort.

Your little hands are shaking as you reach to cling to him. You want to ground yourself from this amazing pleasure. Kento smirks before he begins to rock his hips, hitting the right places deep inside of you. You cling to the top of his uniform, wrinkling it beneath your nails. He laughs at you, mocking you for being so needy.

“Awh did my pretty girl need some cock? Is that what you were missing?” He quips, smirking at the way you’re trying to buck your hips against him to get more pleasure.

This is when he picks you up, slamming you against the window and hiking up your skirt. Kento wastes no time in pushing into your wet heat. His hips slamming into you, making your breasts press hard against the cold window pane. Anyone walking by and looking up would be able to see you getting fucked so good.

“K-Ken, ‘m gonna…” you can barely make out the words properly to warn your lover.

“What’s that, pretty girl? Use your big girl words,” he taunts you, pumping into you even faster. One of his hands reaches down to begin flicking your clit.

“I–I'm gonna cum!”

Kento leans in to bite down on your neck and this is what sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll back as your legs begin to give out from the trembling. Your juices coat his cock completely, and with the way he’s fucking you so hard, it forms a frothy ring around the base of his cock. He grunts as your walls pulse around him, making his balls draw up.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum inside,” he growls in your ear. “You want that, don’t you? Pretty fucking girl wants her pussy filled.”

You whine as he tugs on your hair, and you turn your head back to meet him in such a hungry kiss. Just as your tongues touch, Kento falls off the edge with a loud grunt. He pumps into you harder and faster, ropes of hot cum filling up your cunt. Gradually, he slows his pace until he’s completely stilled but keeps himself inside of you.

“Look at that,” he teases you. “Anyone could have seen you. So much for us trying to keep this a secret huh?”

[anonymous-dentist]

Bleeding Heart Part Two

Part One

-

Cellbit gets an email notification as Bagi is driving him home from the hospital.

As expected, Bagi is royally pissed about him ending up in the hospital again. She's even more upset over him getting to meet her criminal before she could. She's even more upset over the fact that Cellbit refuses to tell her anything about what he saw outside of an interrogation room.

"It can be off the record!" she offers, dangling the opportunity to gossip over Cellbit's head like a set of shiny keys.

But Cellbit just shakes his head and sighs, slumping in his seat; the seatbelt cuts into his throat uncomfortably, but he really feels like he needs the grounding right now.

Hombre Misterioso... the Federation's most recent nuisance, a bloodthirsty emo killer in a gas mask and a cape, and a goddamn fanboy.

Cellbit's stomach curls at the thought of Hombre Misterioso going through his stuff while he was passed out on the sidewalk. He already knows about his camera- it's been confiscated by Bagi to be used as evidence- but what about his wallet? His face?

Obviously, Cellbit's mask was off when he woke up at the hospital. The nurses removed it, or the paramedics did in the ambulance. Or. Or Hombre Misterioso did. They want Enigma on their side, of course they would try and find his civilian identity.

Bagi, frustrated, turns the radio up so she doesn't start arguing. (She has a strict 'no arguing after the hospital' policy.)

It's music. Bagi hates listening to the news. She isn't Cellbit, after all. She is the news, she doesn't hear it when she's not at work.

Cellbit looks down at his phone. There's a text notification from the man from the hospital. It's just a smiley face and his name, Roier, so his number went through.

Roier agreed to Bagi's request for testimony immediately. He set a time and a date to meet her at the station, and then he left... but not before making sure that Cellbit got his phone number and that he got Cellbit's.

("Just in case," he had said.

Cellbit had raised an eyebrow, a smile teasing at his lips. "In case of what?"

Roier just shrugged and winked, and Bagi, in the corner talking with a doctor, had gagged. Physically.)

And then there's the email notification: '1 New Email: Regarding Your Photos...'.

Cellbit turns his phone off. Flips it over so it's face-down in his lap and he doesn't have to think about it.

-

Late that night, Cellbit tries to sleep. But, every time he closes his eyes, he sees glass. Feels paper against his skin. Smells Isopropanol.

Richarlyson is with Felps for the next few days so Cellbit can recover in peace, so Cellbit isn't too worried about anyone seeing him as he rolls out of bed and drags himself and his phone to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Glass under the faucet, Cellbit scrubs at his face with his free hand. What time is it, anyway?

Glass filled, Cellbit sits at the table and opens his camera roll. Goes to the album dedicated to pictures of Richarlyson. Smiles softly into his water.

Richarlyson is... afraid of the cold. He always wears a knit hat to keep his ears warm. He wears long-sleeved shirts under his favorite jersey. He sleeps with five blankets on his bed even in the summer.

Even with Richarlyson gone, Cellbit's apartment is like a sauna. Hence the water: Cellbit would dehydrate otherwise.

One picture in the album is of Richarlyson doing a handstand in front of the judge at the family court Cellbit and Richarlyson's other parents all had to go to to get equal custody of him. Pac is making a peace sign, Felps is holding Richarlyson's legs so he doesn't fall, Cellbit is dabbing, and Bagi is dabbing in the opposite direction; Mike is behind the camera, unwilling to have his photo taken in a court of law.

Cellbit understands being afraid of the cold. He used to cry if he wasn't wearing at least two layers at all times; the orphanage beat that out of him quickly, though.

Richarlyson won't ever have that happen to him. He works on his own fear one step at a time, at his own pace, and in his own time. And Cellbit will be with him every step of the way.

Yawning, Cellbit accidentally swipes a bit too forcefully from the top of his screen and opens the notification center. And right there, once again, is the email notification: '1 New Email: Regarding Your Photos...'.

He stares at it.

He stares at it for a long time.

He's so focused on it that he doesn't realize that his water is spilling too far out of his glass until it's hitting his legs.

Swearing, he puts his glass down and pinches the bridge of his nose. (He is an adult.)

His thumb moves on its own. It taps the email notification and opens the email, and there it is. The email. From the email notification.

From Cucurucho.

Mr. Balanar, It has come to our attention at the Federation of Heroes that you have been attacked by a villain near our headquarters. We here at the Federation of Heroes offer our sincerest apologies. No citizen of Q City should feel unsafe walking the streets, and no citizen should ever be harmed so close to safety. Attached to this email is a $10 coupon for a Federation of Heroes-affiliated business of your choice. Take this as a sign of our apologies, and as a promise that we will keep you safe in the future. In addition to this matter, I would like to personally discuss the photographs taken by the villain on your camera. I would like to offer you a compensation of your choice in exchange for these photos as well as any you may take in the future of this specific villain. It would be of extreme benefit to Q City and to the Federation of Heroes. We must eradicate villainy from the streets of the city at any cost, and the cost is up to you. Monetary compensation for civilians can reach up to $50 per photo. Perhaps you could use this to take your family to the new Federation of Heroes: Avengers Assemble!! stage show opening in a few weeks. Thank you for doing business with us. C.B. Cucurucho, Civilian Liaison, Federation of Heroes

Cellbit doesn't even hesitate before deleting the email. His hands shake as he does, though, and his chest heaves with pained breaths, and his stomach turns and bubbles, and his blood boils.

Literally.

He doesn't mind the pain, though.

It just warms him up.

(He hates the cold.)

-

He gets a phone call a few days later as he's rewrapping the bandage around his hand.

Unknown number.

Before answering, he makes sure his super illegal recording app is, well, recording.

And then he accepts the call, putting it on speaker so he can keep messing with his bandage.

"Hello?" he greets, running through his professional monologue in his head. Just in case. It could be a client, who knows?

Silence.

Cellbit frowns.

"Hello," he repeats, firmer. "Can I help you?"

Nothing but a crackle from the other end of the line. Almost like popcorn, but slower. On a loop, as if it's breathing. FWOOSH-fwoosh, FWOOSH-fwoosh.

He's about to hang up when a familiar voice sends a chill down his spine:

"Aquarium," says Hombre Misterioso. "Saturday. Midnight. We need to talk."

"Oh, we do not," Cellbit scowls. He scoops the phone up, bandages be damned, and holds it close to his mouth so the bastard can hear every ounce of distaste in his voice as he continues, "I don't know you. You don't know me. We have no business with each other. At all."

Hombre Misterioso just laughs, slow and deliberate and... pained? There's a thin line of something seeping through their voice changer, what is it?

"Funny!" Hombre Misterioso exclaims. "I'll see you on Saturday, mi enigmito."

And then they hang up.

And Cellbit realizes that they did look at everything, after all. His camera, his wallet, his phone.

And him.