#another fun fact is I fucked my finger the other day and typing is a but difficult yet I still did this because I was super excited

[frudoo]

I’ve only had your baker! simon for one day and I already know that I would cause mass destruction if something happened to him 😁 no but seriously such a cute and fun read I loved it thank you so much for sharing!

He is my BABY and I am obsessed <3

Part 2 of this!

Warnings: Simon is healing 🤍 Fem!Reader.

Simon’s heart skips a beat. It’s a scam, it’s got to be. No way such a pretty woman would dare talk to him, business move or not. Although, the more he looks through your profile and sees the amount of posts you’re tagged in, it’s easy to conclude that you are, in fact, real. Regardless, he’s still wary as he finally begins typing out a response.

— No charge? Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?

Maybe a little harsh, but hey—can never be too careful nowadays. If there’s one thing the military instilled in him, it’s to trust nobody. Simon flops down onto his couch, fingers anxiously tapping along his knee as he watches you type, the ellipses disappearing and reappearing again. He wonders if you’re just as nervous as he is, but if that were the case, surely you wouldn’t have contacted him first.

— No catch, I promise! No offense, it’s just that your pictures are a little grainy and I don’t believe they act as a great showcase for your talent. Really, I just want to show you how pretty your treats can look on camera!

Simon sucks his teeth stubbornly. He knows his pictures aren’t the best, but fucking hell, must everybody point it out? He’s about to type a scathing response and block you, but another message pops up beneath your previous one.

— Please, just a chance. We’re in the same area, so I can just come to you, wherever you want me.

A heavy sigh escapes the big man. His therapist has been telling him he’s too uptight, suggesting that he should balance out his peace by stepping out of his comfort zone once in a while. Besides, when’s the last time a sweet girl has given him the light of day? He’d be a fool to pass up this opportunity. Simon pinches the crooked bridge of his nose, trying to talk some sense into himself. It’s not like it’s a date, simply just two businesses helping each other out. If it doesn’t work, he never has to see you again.

Yeah, that sounds good. If everything goes up in flames, he can simply block you and move on with his life, continuing to post shitty pictures of his desserts. His thumbs twitch before tapping the screen once again.

— You’ve beat it out of me. When are you available?

Your response comes faster than he can blink.

— Saturday?

Two days. That gives him plenty of time to prepare (and maybe get Price to order an extensive background check on you). Simon can do that, no problem.

— I can be ready for you by about half 11.

Ready for you? Fucks’ sake, what is this? She’s not a bloody prostitute.

— That sounds good! Just send me your address day of. I’m looking forward to it!! :)

Simon smiles. Simon smiles, and he doesn’t even realize it. If he did, he would fix it immediately—but he doesn’t. Instead there’s a pep in his step when he stands from the couch, grabbing his journal and scribbling down his thoughts and ideas for what he’ll make on Saturday. His therapist will be proud.

Simon allows himself to be proud as well.

[hoshigray]

Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍)

I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo

Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck

Sorry if this is a very detailed request. Feel free to ignore it or change it :3

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my, another sukuna req! things bout to get hot, hehe~

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Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. “Y/n.”

You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. “Sukuna.”

Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But it’s a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously. 

College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as it’s been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike — even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association! 

But of course, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good — one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being. 

Ryōmen Sukuna is a man you’ve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as he’s the famous trump card of the school’s jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campus’ “demon dog.” Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.

He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students you’ve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesn’t listen — he won’t listen! 

And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, he’s such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.

…Until you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision. 

Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldn’t hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder. 

“Never figured the student government president would be here,” his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. “Something tells me there isn’t apple juice in that solo cup.”

The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, “What is it, Ryōmen?” You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you don’t wear stuff like this all the time, but you can’t expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, prez?” God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was — but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. “Isn’t this kind of thing what you’re against for and all?”

“Hmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?” You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. “Besides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones who’ll have anyone’s asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.” 

“Oh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ain’t that something,” he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. “I figured you’d be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.”

“Watch your tone when talking to me, Ryōmen,” you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. “Lucky for you, I’m only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and don’t start shit for me to take home and stress over.” 

He lifts a brow, “Is that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.” You didn’t like how he said that — nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. “Never thought you had that side of you.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Ryōmen,” you swing your cup around with a scoff. “And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

And you thought you’d win this round as Sukuna doesn’t say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. “You mean things like these?” You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos — a whole lot — of you. 

“You know, I’m sure it must be hard being president of the student body; that’s why I don’t envy you,” one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. “So, I can’t blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,” he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. “However, you really outta be careful with what you’re doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.” Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera. 

Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, “Wh…Where did you get those…”

“Hmm? I can’t share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,” he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. “But I can’t lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?”

“You fucking asshole…!”

You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist — the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. “Hey!” The guy grabs Sukuna’s shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. “…My fault, bro, don’t worry about it. I’ll go dry off,” the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes. 

You’re trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know he’ll break it if you make one wrong move. “…What the hell do you want from me?“

Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand — his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. “My apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,” you don’t move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. “I’ll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.”

The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, “You…devil.”

He snickers into your ear, “Pick your poison, and you’ll see just how much of a devil I can be.”

And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you can’t see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers. 

This was a nightmare — an absolute, horrifying nightmare. There’s no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation — what you’ve built with your own two hands — is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this asshole’s apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You didn’t want to go. You wouldn’t go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what he’s about to do to you. They’re just pictures; people will think they’re edited or question if they’re valid!

However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down — to humble and look down on you — and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed. 

The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain — and you should follow his commands to keep up.

“Gahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stop—Eeek! Y’re hitting so ha—Ahhh!”

“What? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times you’ve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.”

Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream. 

He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps – and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you can’t squirm out of his hold, or else he’ll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away. 

“Look at you,” he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. “Whatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n who’d always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, can’t be the same Y/n.” 

You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. “Who are you calling a whore, you fucking—Deeeii! Ohhh!” Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. “Wai—Tahhh! Take it out, take it out right—Noooh!!”

“Oh, don’t even think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, slut,” you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. “And with how you’re crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.”

Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that — but you didn’t because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldn’t think of anything, not when he’s still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You can’t even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!

And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. “N–No, stop it, Sukuna! That’s dirty, don’t—Mmnaahh!!” He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.

“That’s the point, prez,” he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. “Gonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you don’t recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. “Mhmm, just like that, princess.”

How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. “Ahhh, stoop, too fast, please, go slo—Mmmph!?”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. “That’ll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.” And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.

“Take it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?…Mmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.” 

This. Is. The. Worst! There’s absolutely no way you’re sucking Sukuna’s cock right now; this is the very last thing you’d want to be doing! He’s standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you would’ve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it. 

But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukuna’s glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesn’t help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, he’s so disgusting…

“Fhhh, fuck, that feels good,” he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. “Who woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?” You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. “That face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.”

You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction. 

“Shit, yeah, yes,” he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell he’s about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. “Bring your face here.”

He does it for you – his hand on your head for a reason – and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty. 

You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. “Lookin’ like a real cumslut for me, prez.”

And the worst part of all finally comes around — the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.

“—Fffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazy—Eeeee!”

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re tight as hell, woman…Khhh…! Tryin’ to milk me dry, huh, Y/n…”

Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.

He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldn’t get any hotter than watching the obscenity. He’s been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white ‘o’ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching – the goddamn squelching! – it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.

There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big — your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.

“Fuck, fuuuck, hsssh…!” It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldn’t tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug. 

It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. “Holy fuck, you really love gripping my cock, don’t you, princess?”

“I–I can’t help it! You keep ’n hit—Haishhh!” Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. “You—hic—…Yo’re the one m’king me like thisss…”

“Is that right?” He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. “Sounds like the to be enjoying yourself.” You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. “Brat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?” 

“Becauseee, it feels….Mmmm,” No, you can’t say that. Don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“Hmm? Feels what?” You can hear the smirk on his lips. You don’t say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, “You want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?”

Of course not! “Do—Don’t you dare…!”

“Then answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?”

Oh, damn you, Ryōmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase. 

“—Fucking ‘ell, it feels good,” you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. “Feels ‘oo good, you make me feel—Geheehh…so damn good…!”

Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukuna’s sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. “What a dirty bitch for me, princess…”

His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.

Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. “Phew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; you’d make a great pet.”

You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. “Delete…the fucking…pictures.” Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.

“Not so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.” Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. “So, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 14: genius

IRL, INSTAGRAM!

“hi, y/n and i’m here today with genius to explain the lyrics of my song ‘kill bill’.” you smiled at the camera.

“so, fun fact about kill bill is that it actually only took about 6 hours to produce. i, uh-” you laughed. “i saw this thing online and it made me feel some type of way, and i was like ‘i need to release what i feel right now.’ so, i took out my songbook and went crazy. i called up my friend jean, my producer, and i was crying,” you laughed again, and made a phone gesture with your hand and brought it up to your ear. “and i was like, ‘bro i just wrote these lyrics, can we make a song right now?’ and we did, in like 6 hours.”

VERSE 1

i’m still a fan even though i was salty

hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy

hate to see you happy if i’m not the one driving

“the person that this song is about is actually also an artist, and he’s actually really talented. so basically, i was saying that even though i hate that nigga,” you stuck up your middle finger. “he’s still a great artist, unfortunately. the next two lines are literal, uh, about a month, maybe a month and a half after we broke up, he was posted up with another girl. which was honestly really shitty because he broke up with me to ‘focus on his music’” you quirked your eyebrow and used quotation marks. “basically this whole song is about me being a jealous heartbroken bitch.” you sarcastically smiled.

PRE-CHROUS

i’m so mature, i’m so mature

i’m so mature, got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men

i don’t want none, i just want you

if i can’t have you, no one should

i might

“i was tryna convince myself that i was strong, and that this wasn’t hurting me as much as i thought it was, but it definitely was. literally wrote a whole muthafucking song about it.” you laughed. “we we’re dating for a long ass time to be honest, so with the ‘i don’t want none, i just want you’ lyric, it’s basically saying that i’ve been with you for so fucking long, it’s always been you, how am i supposed to move on, y’know? it’s lowkey corny but yeah. the last lyric is very um, yandere simulator vibes but it relates to the theme of the song, which is like jealousy and vengeance and possession.” you put your hands up. “don’t worry y’all, i’m not a criminal.”

CHORUS

i might kill my ex, not the best idea

his new girlfriend's next, how'd i get here?

i might kill my ex, i still love him though

rather be in jail than alone

“i can explain y’all, i’m not a killer or a criminal but imma be real, i was definitely having some intrusive thoughts. but everyone does. like, anyone who says they’ve never had thoughts about hurting someone that did them dirty, or fucked with them, they’re fucking lying, 100%. and relating to what i said before, we were together for so long. no matter how much i try to deny, the love is still there. it’s been built up for years, as much as i want to, i can’t magically forget it overnight.”

you continued on with singing the lyrics and explaining them until you completely finished the entire song.

“kill bill was an impulsive creation and release. we recorded and finished the song in like 6 hours, and i was like ‘i want to release this today’” you pointed downwards. “but everyone told me no.” you rolled your eyes. “so i asked when was the soonest we could release it, and it was like in 2 days. so the next day i posted on instagram saying that i was releasing a song tomorrow and that was it. there was no promo for it, which is why i’m so fucking shocked that it did so well. but, thank you to my fans, friends and family, i love you all. stream kill bill, album coming soon, bye!” you blew a kiss to the camera, before smiling and making heart with your hands.

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[jjwantsme]

34+35

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: four times they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and the one time they were caught.

warnings: nsfw, piv, praise kink, oral (f receiving),boob sucking, public sex, spit, a little of sub!jj, degradation kink, cussing, let me know it i missed anything :)

authors note: this is my first actual smut on tumblr so PLEASE have some mercy on me 🥲

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y/n and JJ were truly obsessed with each other. not in a lovey-dovey cute way- i mean, that too- but in a lustful perverted way.

ever since the week they got together, the pogues couldn’t recall one day where the boy’s neck wasn’t covered in love bites, or where his cheeks didn’t have lipstick stains on them.

they thought- or should i say, hoped- that it was a honeymoon phase type of thing, that their sex life would calm down after the first few weeks of being together.

oh, how they were utterly wrong.

it’d now been a year and a half, and if anything, it’s gotten worse. much, much worse.

i know what you’re thinking. ‘it can’t be that bad!’

so, here i am, providing you five instances to prove just how bad it is.

the first time

“J, we don’t have time!” y/n squealed when her boyfriend had pinned her against the door.

“no worries,” JJ mumbled as he kissed down her neck, “i’ll be quick.”

y/n had missed her alarm, after a moan-filled night, making her late for work. and JJ wanted to let her get ready, he really did, but how can he resist her when she’s in those pajamas?

it wasn’t long before JJ had his hand wrapped around his long cock as he pulled her lace panties to the side, “jus’ woke up so needy for you, babe. need to feel you.”

y/n couldn’t do anything but whine and gasp in pleasure when she recognized the feeling of his length destroying the walls of her pussy, her nails immediately going to his tan back.

“fuck, JJ!”

“i know, i know,” JJ cooed as he slid all the way into her, “jus’ let me destroy this pussy real quick, yeah? you gonna let me do that?”

the girl choked out a moan as she nodded.

he kept a tight hold on her, her back still against the door, as he began bouncing her on his cock, a groan escaping his swollen pink lips.

“y’gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that, princess,” he groaned, before letting out a much louder moan, letting a hand go down to grip her ass.

moans filled up the entire house, echoing throughout the walls as y/n made it known just how good she felt.

“please, please cum, please, i wanna feel it inside me so bad, please, J” she started begging, making his eyes rolls to the back of his head.

“wanna be your cockslut every morning, J, oh fuck- i’m gonna cum!-“ she chanted over and over.

“that’s it, cum on my cock, baby, make me happy,”

she granted his wish as she felt her orgasm wash over her, his following close behind as his cock twitched before releasing.

one last moan fell from y/n’s lips as the bouncing slowly came to a stop, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath.

“damn,” JJ breathed out. “you gotta start waking up late more often.”

the second time

“what about this one? is this dress okay?” y/n asked as she stepped out of the dressing room in yet another dress, JJ looking up from his phone and smiling at her.

“baby, you look like a goddess in everything you wear. how am i supposed to help you choose?”

y/n rolled her eyes but chuckled. “JJ, midsummer is in two days. two! i have to get a dress or my parents will be pissed; so you’re gonna have to start being more detailed with your reviews.”

she did a little twirl, “so, thoughts?”

JJ bit his lip, his thoughts becoming less and less pure the longer he stared at her. “definitely compliments the…chest area.”

“J, be serious!”

“oh, trust me, I’m being serious.”

he felt a smirk crawl onto his face, “how about i help you take this one off?”

“mm…” she couldn’t deny the fact that it was a nice idea. her fingers were tired from zipping up so many dresses, anyway. “fine. no funny business, though!”

JJ giggled like a little boy and quickly got up, leaving his phone behind as he followed her into the dressing room.

it wasn’t long before he had the door locked with y/n in his lap.

“babe, i said no funny business,” y/n whined as he began unzipping the dress off of her.

“mm, sshh, jus’ helping you get undressed.”

y/n rolled her eyes and began pulling the dress down, causing her plump breasts to bounce as she moved her body.

“goddamn, baby,” JJ whistled quietly as he moved a hand to grip her left boob, squeezing it lightly with his hand.

y/n couldn’t help but bite her lip, “J…” she warned.

“can i suck them, please, baby? please, just let me put that little nipple in my mouth,” he tweaked her right nipple with his index finger, making her groan.

“J, we’re in public…”

he smirked, taking her reply as a yes to his question.

“that just means we gotta be quiet.”

JJ dipped his head down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as she immediately arched her back, making access even easier for him.

y/n ran her fingers through his hair, making him groan around her nipple before releasing it to bite hickeys all around her boob. he licked the mark he left and went to her other breast, nibbling gently on the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“mmh, so good, J. Such a good boy for me.”

JJ moaned at the praise, lightly bucking his hips as his boner became painfully hard.

he licked all around her nipple while continuing to buck his hips into her ass, trying to relieve his clothed bulge with any kind of pleasure.

“love being your good boy, love sucking on these pretty titties,” he fit as much of her boob into his mouth as he could, squeezing the other one in his hand.

y/n tugged on his hair in pleasure, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

JJ released her from his mouth and hummed slightly, licking her nipple one last time before moving up to kiss her red lips.

so much for finding the right dress, y/n thought.

the third time

JJ pulled y/n into a closet at the midsummer party, locking it behind him.

“J, my parents will kill me.” she warned him, wrapping her arms around his neck out of instinct when he gripped her waist.

“not if they don’t find out.”

he connected their lips, a messy makeout being the turn out as their tongues mixed together.

JJ pulled away from the kiss, a wild look in his eyes. “you just look so gorgeous tonight,”

he began kissing down her neck, “wanna taste you.”

in no time, JJ had her thighs over his shoulders as he pressed a kiss on her clothed clit.

y/n jolted with a moan at the action.

he slid her panties down, revealing her puffy wet pussy as heat radiated from between her legs.

“such a pretty pussy, princess.”

he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, making her cover her mouth to quiet her moans.

she knew she had to be quiet. their friends and family were just outside, after all.

he licked all over, connecting with her folds and sucking on her swollen clit.

JJ starts eating her pussy like a mad man, the obnoxious sound of him licking her weeping cunt filling the dark closet.

his warm muscle laps at her hole with a sense of greed as he whimpered into it, the taste of her pussy giving him just as much pleasure.

he made sure not to let her clit go untouched, though. spitting on it before reattaching his mouth to it, sucking on it as if it was his favorite lollipop. which, between you and me, it was his favorite lollipop.

it soon became too much for y/n, the sight of his head between her thighs mixed with the feeling of his tongue abusing her hole. she felt it before she even heard it, her orgasm bubbling before crashing down onto JJ’s tongue, him licking her clean.

JJ licked his lips before placing a few kisses around her clit, her hole clenching around nothing at the feeling.

he then looked up at her, eyes blown out and chin glistening with her juices.

“thank you for letting me eat your sweet pussy, my love.”

the fourth time

it seemed like a normal drive for the rest of the pogues.

they all sat in the car on the way to the pier, kiara and john b in the front as y/n and JJ sat in the back.

little did they know, JJ and y/n were having some fun of their own.

“better keep quiet, baby,” JJ whispered into her ear as he had three fingers deep inside her. “wouldn’t want our friends to know you’re a dirty slut, would you?”

y/n shook her head as she bit back a moan, digging her head into JJ’s shoulder.

he moved his fingers in and out, a large cocky smirk plastered on his face as she whimpered into his shirt.

“you okay back there, y/n?” john b asked after hearing one of her quiet whines, keeping his eyes on the road.

her cheeks grew red in embarrassment while JJ’s smirk grew bigger in amusement.

she looked up him as she bit her lip, begging for any hint of mercy.

he looked at her then back at john b, “yeah, she’s good, her stomach just hurts.”

“oh, okay. probably just motion sickness.” he nodded in response, just as y/n came all over his best friend’s fingers.

poor thing. he had no idea.

the fifth, and final, time

“we’re gonna get in trouble!” y/n whisper-yelled at JJ after he pulled her out of class, just for a quickie.

he scoffed, “yeah, right.”

he was right, though. they never did.

he led her into the girls bathroom, making her gasp in a mix of surprise and guilt.

“you’re a boy! you shouldn’t be in h-“

JJ cut her off with a kiss, which quickly became heated as he began unzipping his pants.

though, lucky for him, they were interrupted just before he was able to pull anything out.

“ahem,” the vice principal cleared her throat as she stood in the doorway, looking at them with nothing but pure judgement.

y/n immediately pulled away from the kiss, a mortified look on her face as she realized her biggest fear had came true.

they had been caught in the act.

“mrs. shelly-“

“no! this is unacceptable, and both of you will be following me to the principal’s office!” she scolded them before turning around on her heel and heading towards their destination, content when she heard their footsteps close behind her.

“well,” JJ whispered into his poor girlfriend’s ear.

“looks like our reign of terror is over.”

[hannybun]

Hiii I just found your blog and I'm already in love 💓 there's barely anyone who writes for xikers. So who in xikers would be a hard dom soft dom, or switch

Xikers: A hard dom, soft dom, or a switch

Genre: Smut (18+) MDNI

Warnings: Oral sex (Giving/Receiving), degradation, praise, brat/brat tamer, Dacryphilia, corruption kink, Dumbification (Sumin and Seeun), mention of free use (Junghoon), mention of breeding (Hunter), Maknae line is included (If you’re uncomfortable with that), etc if there is more pls let me know

Author note: I had a lot of fun writing this one

Minjae: He is definitely a hard dom in my opinion. As the leader, he definitely loves it when you let him talk the lead in bedroom. If you decide to act like brat while he’s working on his music then you’ll be in for one hell of a night. Roughly fucking into you from behind and refusing to let you cum until he believes you. After you two finish, he will clean you up and cuddle with you until you both fall asleep

Junmin: Probably the only member in the group that is a switch leaning towards a sub. It’s not that can’t take the lead in bed (he very much can) it’s just loves it even more when you take control. One of his favorite things during sex is when you’re ride him for multiple orgasms and he can’t do anything except moan and whine. The only time he’ll be the dom is if it’s a occasion like your birthday and he wants to do all the work

Sumin: Him being a hard dom just makes so much sense to me. Out of all the members, he definitely has the most kinks probably too much to list here but one of his main kinks is corruption. The concept of you being a sweet girl that becomes so obsessed with him and his cock that you can’t physically pull yourself away from him drives him insane

Jinsik: He just gives me soft dom vibes to me. He’s more a pleasure dom than anything else tbh. Whenever his eating you out, it usually leads to multiple orgasms to the point that it becomes almost painful and you’re pushing his head back. Even though he’s a soft dom that likes to praise you most of the time he wouldn’t hesitate to say to call you a slut if he feels jealous

Hyunwoo: He is definitely a switch leaning towards soft dom. He likes to be the dom 70% of the time especially when he is needy. Like, you two could be eating at a restaurant and if he feels like it then he’ll pull into a bathroom and tell you to suck him off until he feels satisfied. He won’t ever admit it to you but he thinks it’s so hot if you push him into being submissive

Junghoon: It was a kind of hard to fully decide if he was a hard or soft dom but I think leans towards being a hard dom. I definitely believe that he has a dacryphilia kink, seeing you cry while he fucks his fingers into you makes his dick ache. If you consent to the idea of free use then that will become a regular occurrence

Seeun: He’s definitely a soft dom and he loves it. It’s mainly the fact that he so much taller than you that really gets him going. Like Junghoon, he has a thing for crying except it’s for when you’re begging for him to fuck you and than he feels satisfied enough to finally fuck you until you’re crying and can’t speak properly. Also likes to tease you while you’re in public like rubbing your thighs

Yujun: Yujun is 100% a pure switch and has no prefer role during sex. He just so desperate to touch you and make you feel good. They’re days when he just wants you to get him off while you’re both touching each other and others when he’s so needy for you that he just fucks you for hours, not hearing your whines for him to slow down

Hunter: Hunter is someone who gives off soft dom vibes. Hunter loves to treat his s/o like a princess so he likes doing all the work while you lay in bed taking all the pleasure in. The type to give kisses all over your body and give you endless calling you his princess of how well you’re taking him in (He’s packing believe me). He may or may not have a hidden breeding kink but that’s a story for another time

Yechan: Yechan’s took me some time to figure out but I think he’s a Switch leaning towards soft dom. Yechan is someone who is still trying to figure what kind of things he likes in bed and is unsure of what to do, so he really likes when you take the lead. Once he gains more confidence in the bedroom, he slowly becomes more of dom. He gives me jealous sex vibes in my opinion (If you want to add more to this feel free to)

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Dewther Psych Ward AU....

CW - Major Power Imbalance (Patient/Therapist), Manipulation of a Vulnerable Persons, Vague Implications of Assault, Talk of Past Addiction, Self Harm, and Disordered Eating. (None in great detail!!), Light Accidental Misgendering & Deadnaming

This is super ethically fucked but where's the fun without it /silly

Tags for: @artificialmoth , @sageofthestarz , @cosmicseafoam

Aether's been a doctor at an institute for over six years now. He's seen it all. From mental health, drug addiction, criminals who use it as a cop out, to even children struggling to distinguish reality from fantasy. He's seen it. But none, absolutely none, could prepare him for a recent intake.

Delilah.

Came in the back of a police car, yelling, cursing at the staff and hitting everyone if she got the chance. Normal to be honest, he's had worse. Trying to softly talk her down and it works somewhat with the help of getting her medications and she's able to fall asleep in medical for the night.

He meets with her the next evening, quieter and staring out one of the locked windows in his office.

"Delilah? Are you alright?"

She just glances over before sighing, going back to the window, hand under her chin and obviously annoyed. "It's Dewdrop. I don't know how many times I have to tell people that."

"Oh! I apologize. I'll make sure to put that in my notes... Do you prefer male terms?"

Another scoff and he turns again, "What do you think, genius?"

"Right. My apologies again."

"Don't bother," He's curled up on himself, staring at the ceiling and leaned back. "I know how this game works. You're not the first and you won't be the last. I mean, I get baker acted from another fucking inpatient facility to here because they 'can't help me', when that's literally their job. You're gonna ask me about my past, so what do you wanna know!" Shrugs and sits back up with a bit of laughter. "You wanna know about my dear ole daddy, my teen druggy years, the fact I can't eat without having a breakdown, or that I haven't been trusted around a pair of fucking kids craft scissors since I was 15. I'm 25."

Aether just nods, wiggling his pen between his fingers. "Well, I was actually going to ask you about you, currently. Not your past or your issues. I like to get to know people before I treat them."

"You're not gonna help me, buddy. I appreciate the enthusiasm, however."

It's a bit of a stare down before Aether smiles, sitting up in his chair a bit more. "Sure. There's no guarantee I can actually help you, but I am the only way you can get out of this facility. You can't leave until I mark you as competent and safe to be released. So, let's just pass the time and at least learn what the others music type is, hm?"

It takes a moment before Dew just smirks back and relaxes back, elbow on the arm rest and staring. "Top five genres and why."

It's like that for at least three weeks. Dew in his office, messing around with the many stim toys and activities inside, lounging around, and speaking about whatever topic of the day. Dew isn't meeting his markers at all, but Aether is quietly checking them to imitate he's actually improving.

It's all up until Aether gets called into the unit for an emergency de-escalation, seeing it as Dewdrop's room. He's screaming, standing on the bed and throwing things at the staff; shaking and crying his eyes out.

"Dewdrop?" Aether moves out of the way as a shampoo bottle is thrown near. "Hey! Hey... What's the matter?"

"Tell them to get the fuck out! Get out!!" Another item thrown.

"I can't do that until you stop throwing things, Dew. Maybe if you tell me what's going on, we can come to an agreement?"

"I—" Dew swallows pretty hard. "I just wanted to take a nap. A fucking nap! Next thing I know there's two dudes shaking me awake, they fucking touched me, and I just- I wanted to sleep!" The pillow is thrown.

Aether looks at the staff who's kinda sheepish, glaring at them. "I'm sorry that happened Dew. They were wrong for doing that, they should know better than to physically touch you especially while you're sleeping. Tell you what, you know that giant bean bag in my office?"

Dew sniffles, shaking and standing still but not throwing anything anymore. "Yeah...?"

"Why don't you come take a nap in my office? You'll be left alone, and I'll be right there. My only condition is you have to come down and stop throwing things, okay?"

"Tell them to back away and I will!"

"Okay, okay... Deep breaths." Turns to the staff and shoos them out of sight, showing his hands as he enters the room. "Alright. They moved. Your turn to hold the deal."

It takes a while before Dewdrop slowly steps down, hesitant before running to Aether, hugging him tight but only getting a light, nervous pat on his back in return. Gently escorted out of the unit and to his office, laid down in the corner and Aether's jacket over his torso. He's still sniffly and shaking, scratching at the bandages on his arm as he watches Aether sit at his desk and start paperwork.

"Dr. Quint?"

"Yes, Dew?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

It's said so soft, it almost breaks Aether's heart. "Because I care about you Dewdrop, and everyone deserves kindness, no matter who they are, what they're doing or done. It's a basic human affection."

It's silent after that, but it's what cracks Dew's shell and starts the lingering thoughts.

Dew is willingly telling Aether all his traumas and struggles, actually listening to advice being brought back, and it's starting to cause a very unhealthy attachment. Dew's never had a positive older male figure in his life, and Aether knows Dew is clinging and crossing professional boundaries but... He's allowing it. He likes Dew being around. Is actually filling out his forms properly, too.

Starts coming out more for supportive eating and trauma processing groups, how Dew clings to him as soon as he's in view inside the unit. Gosh, Aether loves it. He loves how he managed to break Dewdrop's shell. He managed to earn trust. He is the only one Dew wants. His biggest case he's finally started to crack, and Aether enjoys every bit of it.

Even as Dew starts trauma responding without realizing and getting flirty with Aether, it'll be softly reciprocated. Little things that's started being over thought; Aether keeps small snacks in his office he knows Dewdrop likes in case he misses an eating marker, and Dew takes that as Aether showing love. Aether doesn't correct the assumption.

All it takes is Aether doing a night round to assist with medications and being left alone in Dew's room, the only amab Dew can handle being in there so late and unsupervised. Watching him slowly blink and try to fight the sleep meds, rubbing Dew's shoulder.

"I love you..."

It's so soft from Dew's lips, and Aether can only smile as he leans down and whispers it back with a tiny peck. Watches Dew fall asleep before leaving, so excited, and feeling... Happy. Full. Motivated.

Aether's been single for a while, and he's never really felt so... Needed before! This is exciting him, his chest swelling, hands tingly. Dewdrop is basically a new hyperfixation of his. None of his other patients has his attention like this one, nor his desire for more.

Their sessions are becoming more and more closer, more intimate and honest.

"—It sounds like you have a fear of sex, right? It makes sense with all you've dealt with. Intercourse can honestly be a very scary thing, but not all the time. I think one thing that would definitely start helping you is to leave the lights on. Even when it's just you! You're able to see your surroundings and it erased the same factor you experienced for so long: it happening in the dark." Aether explaining as he looks as Dew on the bean bag he's claimed as 'his.'

It's so close near his desk. Was it purposeful? Maybe.

"Giving yourself time and more control over your body is the best way to start healing. Find what works for you until you feel safe to advance step-by-step."

It's so close that Dew lays his head on Aether's knee, who doesn't mind. Hand trailing up his pants leg and poking his long socks. "I feel safe to advance with you..."

Aether immediately eyes the door and his timer, locked and still with over thirty minutes left. Flicks back down to Dew who's hands have now started cradling his leg, massaging, and going up higher. He's not stopping him, he's not correcting the behavior, and he's most definitely violating multiple contract agreements.

Dewdrop moving to his knees, hands replaced on Aether's thighs, face looking up soft and wanting. "Can I advance with you, Dr. Quint?"

And he nods. Let's his body speak for itself as he's tented in his khakis. Eventually pulling out the single condom in his wallet after moving Dew to a clean spot on his desk and exploring what noises he'll have to muffle.

Tying off the full rubber, hiding it within paper towels and under his lunch, helping redress Dew who's smiling and curling on his lap to kiss him.

"We jumped some steps, didn't we?" All giggly, face tucked in Aether's neck, running a hand under his wrinkled button up.

Week five arrives and so does a packet on his desk asking if Dewdrop is suited enough to be discharged or if he'll stay longer. Aether is staring at it more and more, able to answer a majority honestly, but the last piece?

Can This Patient Be Released?

Treatment Completed. ___

Treatment Unfinished, OR. ___

Treatment Unfinished. ___

Could Dew technically go back to his previous impatient? Well, yes... He's reached enough markers to do so. But they'll ruin his progress! All Aether worked hard to get to. That space is too vulnerable, too unrestrictive. Dew needs stability, a routine, and walls. Aether can give that, so easily, and with a sign of his initials on the line.

He'll ignore the fact that he's not ready to let Dewdrop go yet.

Drops off the paperwork and leaves the therapist hallway to walk into the unit, looking for his beloved patient for their next session.

[acciocriativity]

DIFFERENT AS BLACK AND WHITE - JYH (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from anon

Thank you so much for the request 💕 This was so much fun to write, but damn it took me so long and I'm so sorry! I tried my best to make this bold cat black reader, but you guys let me know your thoughts!

Ateez Masterlist

You couldn’t blame the shock on anyone’s face whenever you and Yunho went out together in a friendly manner, even though it pains you to say it out loud. But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t annoying to notice it for the 150th time, someone whispering about the two of you behind your back in a restaurant nearby your office.

You took another deep breath as you played with the chains of your bag on your lap, a simple way to relieve stress that Yunho wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t ask about it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you noticed his beautiful smile turn into a slight frown. “You’re pouting”.

There’s no way in hell that you are pouting, so you could only look at Yunho with the utmost outraged expression you could muster, but these days, it wasn’t much. That stupid motherfucker knows he makes you smile with a snap of his fingers.

“I’m not”.

“Oh really? So you are not looking like a pouty puppy right now for a reason you don’t want to tell me”.

“I’ll let slide the fact that you just called me puppy, what do you want to order?”, you held up the menu as you tried your hardest to keep yourself together.

He always knows somehow, but never pushes you more than you want to tell him. In his mind, someday you would open up to it, but that’s where he is wrong. You rather die than let your secret off your heart.

“You’re doing that again”, Yunho whined as he pushed the menu in your hands down.

You were surprised just as much as he was. That wasn’t thought through at all. Now, he was the one pouting, and you didn’t want anything else besides kissing it away, but you couldn’t, could you? You were paralyzed by the scene in front of you.

Yunho was mesmerizing without knowing. The way his blonde hair moved ever so slightly by the slow wind coming from the nearby windows, how his eyes would become little lines when he laughed and his ears would turn red as he lowered his head anytime you complement him.

He was so beautiful, and you were so frustrated that he would never think the same of you.

“Excuse me”, that same sweet voice that whispered how cute Yunho was behind you, sounded confident now. She stood beside your table, a nice smile on her face as she focused solely on him.

Fuck me, why does she have to be soo his type too?

Her good girl style matched perfectly with his husband material style. The epitome of the perfect girl for Yunho, which you always knew it wasn’t you. Sometimes you wondered if you just changed a little… then you remembered who you are and how you’d never do that, not even for him.

You wanted to throw yourself off the window as Yunho gave her a perfect polite smile, which was what a nice reasonable person would do, but you stopped caring about reasonable for a long time.

“I was just wondering… are you two on a date right now?”, she barely looked at you while saying that. “I don’t want to bother, if you are”.

“Yes, we are, so you can go back to whisper behind our back”.

It was a tough competition between who was more surprised, Yunho or the girl, yet you remained as calm and collected as you were, staring straight at her. Her smile fell so fast, her demeanor changing as quick as her confidence left her body.

It was a pleasing sight to watch, you couldn’t lie to yourself. Maybe if she wasn’t as dismissive of you, you could feel empathy and regret, but that was far from the case.

Yunho held in the waves of emotions going through him as the girl focused back on him, to confirm what you just said, in hopes maybe he would like her more somehow.

“I think your friends are calling for you”, Yunho said as he looked from the girl to the others behind your table.

She didn’t need another sign to excuse herself.

Yunho never stared at you with this much intensity, he wasn’t smiling. Your own confidence and poker face begin to slip up as you waited for him to say something, anything, even laugh at the scene that just unfolded.

Even if everything goes down hill with Yunho now, she also doesn’t get to be with him.

It’s a selfish thought, but it’s one that brings a tiny bit of comfort to your heart as you heard them all leave the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His question made you want to scream. There was so much you never said, so much you didn’t want to say still, what does he know now? That you’re jealous of him? That you like him? That maybe you’ve been into him for some time? Then he doesn’t know anything at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me that people whispering about us bothered you?”

He wasn’t asking the right question and he knew it. But now you know that he heard it too, that he notices every time it happened too, and still never said anything about it.

Your eyes fell to the menu in your hands. You could barely think, but he was waiting for a real answer.

“It doesn’t”, you heard the scoff leaving his mouth. “It didn’t-”, you correct yourself. “It didn’t, but these people need a lesson to mind their own business, don’t you think?”, you looked up at him again, the walls around you raising again.

“I do”, he leaned on the chair, a smirk growing on his face. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Fine, tease me about this as much as you want”, you smiled to yourself, not a happy one, no, but a content enough smile. “It must be fun for you to have that much attention”, you didn’t want to sound bitter, but you were.

“But I only want your attention”. He didn’t even hesitate to say that. His eyes looking for yours, but you still refused to look him in the eyes. “Hey-”, his hand grabbed yours and held it into his as you let go of the menu. “Don’t you believe me?”

He leaned in, his face tilted to the side as he watched your every move. You felt burning hot with all of his attention on you, specially like this, like your answer, like you, could make his night or ruin it.

“Of course I believe you, but that doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day be-”, you looked up at him.

“Because you act like you don’t like me even if you do”, he interrupted you.

You both went silent, trying to decipher each other’s reactions.

“You only figured that out now?”.

Once again, you caught him off guard. Yunho expected at least a shy smile from you, but he was the one blushing. The thought of you liking him for a long time made his heart flutter.

“Are you going to show me how much you like you me now?”, he wet his lips, catching your attention to it.

That shut you up, and he smiled wide, clearly satisfied with himself.

“Since when did you get that bold?”, you couldn’t resist the urge to smile yourself.

“Oh, you know perfectly who did this to me, don’t even pretend like it wasn’t you”.

You kept the act, even thought you knew it was true. You never let Yunho’s parents dream about it, but you were the bad influence between the two of you since you two met, all of those years ago.

Then, you gestured for him to come closer to you, and he did in such a naive innocence, that almost made you feel bad about the things you said next.

“What about we go to your house, so I show you all the things I still want to do to you, hm?”

You left the restaurant with a clearly embarrassed, distraught and hurried Yunho pulling you to his car. You both didn’t have much time of your lunch break, but that didn’t mean Yunho wouldn’t use every single second of it to his advantage.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Sipping on fire - JJ Maybank Smut

A/N: I love this gif your honor. Also, please only interact if you’re 18+

Warning: unprotected sex, fingering, cursing, JJ being adorable, p in v, and I think that’s it! Other than it being written at 5 am and unedited, that is!

The first night of summer bonfire was a tradition that John B had started with the pogues and since you were Sarah’s best friend, you had been invited to tag along. You were a kook, but you tended to pride yourself on not being stuck up like most of them. In fact, according to your friends, you were a pogue in a kooks world, and you definitely agreed.

You had more fun on the cut in the last few months than you had on figure eight on any given day. There was an era of chaos with the pogues that you grew very fond of everytime you hung out with them. You never knew what was going to happen, and that was part of why you loved it so much. It was spontaneous and you got to live life on the edge.

“Alright, guys. Sarah and I are going to head to bed. Feel free to crash wherever you may fall.” John B’s voice rang out as he helped a very giggly Sarah inside, a wave following the gesture before the screen door closed. There was a comfortable silence that was accompanied by the crackling of the fire, a laugh suddenly ringing out from Kiara. “They are so going to go fuck.” The rest of you agreed and an easy conversation fell over you all as you kept the night rolling.

A little while later, Kiara started to yawn along with Pope and they both retired into the chateau to pass out on the couch. That left you and JJ, the both of you completely buzzed and not wanting to leave the serenity of the fire and the stars above you. You both were just enjoying the time, minds incapacitated and wandering. “You know, you don’t have to be a stranger. I won’t bite.” Your words cut through JJ’s train of thought as you nodded to the empty seat next to you, inviting him over instead of sitting across from you.

He got up and walked over, a chuckle leaving his lips as he raised his beer and took a sip. “That’s a shame, it would be hot if you did.” His words made you laugh, your eyes rolling on instinct. JJ was one of your favorites out of the group, he always made you laugh and feel some type of way. The easy banter between the two of you was always welcomed, especially when you were intoxicated and oh boy were you drunk tonight.

You had been doing shot after shot with Sarah, the tequila and vodka mixing and tasting like the best decision in the world. You had been letting loose all night and you had barely noticed that you had caught JJ’s attention early on. You were wearing an outfit that Sarah specifically picked for you to use to try and get his attention, but you hadn’t figured it had worked.

You were lost in thought when you felt his gaze on you, an eyebrow arching in question as you looked at the blonde haired boy. “Do I have something on my face?” Your words were meant to be a joke, but JJ shook his head, his eyes locked on your lips. “You just look really kissable right now.” His gaze was dark and lustful and it went straight through you, your lip pulling in between your teeth. “Kiss me then.”

He didn’t hesitate, his lips pressing to yours in a sloppy, yet passionate kiss. He tasted like a mix of alcohol and weed and the taste was intoxicating, a low groan leaving your lips. At the sound, he pulled back and looked at you. There was a look of something feral that flashed in his eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet.” His words went straight to your core, an involuntary whimper sounding from somewhere foreign inside of you.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands finding your hips as your hands tangled in his hair. The kisses were getting more and more desperate as the seconds passed, teeth and tongues clashing as he carefully moved you to straddle his lap. His eyes ran over you, your hair tangled from his fingers and your lips puffy from kissing him. You looked absolutely breathtaking, and it made him hard to know he was the reason. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His words accompanied sloppy kisses to your neck, your hips moving down to grind against his as the breath caught in his throat.

The two of you had been eyeing each other all night, and the tension was finally coming undone. As you attached your lips back to his, you could feel his hands sliding up your thighs under your dress. “You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night.” His words were almost a primal sound now, lust sinking into his every word as he squeezed your ass. You let out a groan and let yourself bite his bottom lip, the action causing him to immediately want you then and there.

You felt his hands move to push your panties aside, a finger instantly pushing into your wetness as your head fell back. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until now, another one of his fingers sliding in easily. Your let a string of moans leave your lips as he watched you intently. Every single curl of his fingers had you going absolutely feral, moans of his name filling the quiet night.

Little did you know, he had thought about this a lot. Every since Sarah started bringing you around, he wondered how you would look on top of him. His fingers and his cock deep inside of you. He has made it his personal mission to get you and hear you moan his name, and now that he had heard it, he might be addicted. Your voice that was usually sickly sweet was now broken and strained from pleasure, breathy whines going straight to his cock.

“I’m getting close.” Your whines were getting more and more desperate as his thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers skillfully worked in and out of your dripping wet pussy. “Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my fingers.” The words were enough to finish you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips you felt the coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach. His words kept repeating in your mind as you let out the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, the coil finally snapping as you let yourself finish all over his hand. He helped you to ride out your high, his fingers instantly going into his mouth to taste you as your forehead fell against his shoulder. Your chest was heaving, your breaths coming out in uneven pants as you tried to keep your composure.

However, the feel of his fingers inside you had you wanting more. If he was that good with his fingers, you could only imagine how good he was with his cock. “I wanna make you feel good now.” Your words were mixed with uneasy breaths before he shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “Baby girl, there will be plenty of time for that. I wanna be inside of you right now.” At his words, you were helping him to unzip his pants and maneuver his boxers so he could get his cock out.

The size of it made you audibly moan as he rubbed the tip between your folds, his gaze watching yours intently for any sign that he should stop. When none came, he slowly pushed into you, a low guttural moan leaving his lips as he completely filled you up. “Oh my fuck.” His hands found your hips as you started to ride him at a steady pace, his cock hitting just the right spot every single time.

Feral moans were leaving both of your lips as you kissed him hungrily again, moans being swallowed by both of you. His kisses were intoxicating and you didn’t think you could ever get enough, the all too familiar pressure building up in your stomach again. “I-I’m close again, JJ.” Your voice was coming from a place of desperation and need as his cock filled you up thrust after thrust, his own high staring to build.

“Come with me, baby.” His voice was strained and desperate as the movements between the two of you started to get more and more sloppy. He was trying to thrust into you, his timing being thrown off by the chair you were sitting in. “I-I can’t-.” You let out another desperate sound as you came around his cock, your pussy clenching around him as you rode out your release on him. The feeling of you coming done on top of him had him closely following suit, his cum coming out in white hot sports as he filled you up. His breaths were coming out in short, rapid pants as you sat there and tried to catch your breath before you moved to get off of him.

The loss of pressure inside of you as you got off was a disappointing feeling, your hands moving down to smooth out your dress as you sat back down beside him again. He wrapped an arm around you and you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, your chest heaving again as you let your eyes shut. “Holy fuck.” The both of you chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants, blue eyes looking at you through blown pupils. “That was even better then I ever could’ve imagined.” He looked down into your eyes again, his lips finding yours for a few short pecks.

“You’ve thought about that before, huh?” Your teasing words made a slight blush break out over his cheeks as he nodded and smirked, “I’m not going to lie and say no. I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” His confession had you absolutely wheeling, a blush breaking out across your face as you pushed your hair back off your face. “Good thing I’ve had a crush on you for a while too.”

Your response made him grin as he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Well, then my lady, wanna accompany me to bed?” He fake bowed as laughter left your lips, your eyes sparkling as you nodded. “You’re such a dork, but you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

My Only Angel

Pairing ▹ boss!Harry Styles x f. reader

Genre ▹ smut

This fic contains ▹ boss x employee relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, office sex, dry humping, finger sucking, mention of blowjob, scratching, hickies, Harry gets cockblocked

Word Count ▹ 1.1k

Summary ▹ pt. 2 of Not a Typical Boss

Notes ▹ Here is my very late submission for @the-slumberparty's Blast from the Past (week 2) challenge. I missed writing for Harry and I had fun revisiting one of my earlier fics ♡ Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

After spending the three-day weekend with Harry, you had some bounce to your step upon arriving at work. Your coworkers stared at you in bewilderment, unable to recognize this uber happy version of you. Memories of your time at Harry’s place filled your head as you typed away at your computer. 

All of a sudden, your desk phone began to blare that annoying ringtone. You sighed, picking up the phone and bringing it to your ear. 

“Yes?” 

The sound of the secretary’s voice echoed through the other side of the phone. “Mr.--I mean Harry–would like to see you in his office immediately.”

“Got it. Thanks, Kandice.” As you hung up, you bit back a giddy smile, thinking of seeing Harry again. Never mind the fact that you showed up to work from his house. You smoothed out your dress and reapplied your lipstick before stepping out of your office. 

Harry’s door was wide open once you reached his office space. His feet were propped on his desk and he mindlessly twirled a pen in his hand. He must have sensed you since he whipped his head around, a devilish smile plastered on his gorgeous face. His eyebrows motioned towards the door, and you shut and locked it behind you. 

You wasted no time in rushing towards him, climbing onto his lap with each leg locked by his hips. Muffled giggles left your mouths as you held each other on his rotating chair. His lips attached to your face, leaving gentle kisses all over.

“Miss me already?” You teased, as Harry kissed down your neck. He smirked against your skin coated in concealer. Your boss gave you no mercy this weekend when he littered your body with hickies. This morning, you desperately applied makeup over the hard-to-cover parts of your body. All of that work went to waste as Harry swiped his lips over the concealer, revealing bits of the bruises.

“Can you blame me, darling?” He mumbled, his fingertips tracing over your marks before landing underneath your chin. “Besides, I need a little stress relief before my meeting.” 

Then, he pulled you towards him to kiss you passionately. You both smiled and hummed into the kiss, deja vu kicking in as your lips danced along one anothers. Your core instantly grew wet and you subconsciously rutted your hips against his. Harry moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He lifted your tight dress up to your waist, revealing your bare thighs and p to him. 

“Good girl, you remembered my rules.”

“I just want to be good for you, daddy.”

“Oh, I do love the sound of that.” His ring covered hand lightly wrapped around your neck, pulling you into another heated kiss. Your rosy lipstick smeared around his face, but he could care less. All that mattered to him was how much he could relish his fill of you before his meeting.

While his hand caressed your neck, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest which was also covered in your love bites. With your lips still on his, you raked your nails  down to his abdomen, creating red scratches over his tatted form. You had experimented this tactic with him in bed, and the reactions you pulled from him would be ingrained in your mind for eternity.

“Fuck, baby girl!” A growl erupted from his throat before firmly grasping your hips, guiding them over his clothed cock. You whimpered louder than you wanted, earning a hard smack on your ass. 

“Quiet, baby. Did you forget we’re not at home?” You pouted at him, which he quickly learned was your way of apologizing for being disobedient. Harry stroked your face before shoving his thumb into your mouth. 

“Can you be a good girl and suck my thumb?” He muttered seductively, causing your pussy to throb. You nodded, only to be met with another spank, the sting biting a little harder than the last one.

“Try again, but with your words, baby.”

You murmured with his thumb still in your mouth. “Yes, daddy, I can be good for you.”

Harry smiled before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Much better. Go ahead and keep grinding that little pussy on me.” You rolled your hips over him, feeling him harden underneath you. He wrapped his free arm around your torso, closing the space between you and him. This allowed you to grind harder on him and suck his thumb with more need. His cyaneous eyes fixated on your pink lips the same way he’d watch you sucking his cock.

“God, that’s fuckin’ good!” Harry groaned in a hushed voice. This motivated you to go faster, in hopes to reach that sweet release. The pleasure began to fill your lower belly as your wetness coated Harry’s slacks. 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He yanked his thumb out of your mouth before gripping your ass and controlling your movements over his lap. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his collar bone.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum like that, daddy!” You cried into his skin. 

“Yeah, baby girl? You gonna cum for daddy?” He chuckled lowly. “You like being my little fuck doll?”

“Yes, I love it, daddy!” The desperation cracked in your voice as your clit rubbed over his length. “Please, make me cum, please!”

Harry didn’t need to say anything before he started rocking into you while still working you on top of him. Breathy grunts fell from his mouth as his abs tightened with pleasure. His fingers  dug into your hips as you slammed against each other repetitively. Before either of you could hit your high, the same ringtone that tipped you off cloud nine earlier filled the room.

“Fuckin hell!” Harry cursed under his breath, throwing his head back. He flashed you an remorseful look and you reassured him with a peck on his lips. Your boss quickly gained his composure back before answering the call. 

“How can I help you, Kandice?” You could hear the woman’s sing-song voice, reminding Harry of his meeting that will start in ten minutes. He thanked her before setting the phone down. Somberness dawned over his face for a slight second until he peered into your eyes, making him more at ease.

“Looks like we’ll have to pick up where we left off on our lunch break.” You nodded enthusiastically, and helped him look presentable for his meeting. Glancing up and down his tall frame, your heart fluttered and heat rushed to your cheeks. How did you get so lucky in stealing your boss’ heart?

“Thank you for helping me destress and clean up, darling.”

“Anything for you, daddy.” You shared one last kiss before watching him walk out of his office.

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Kinktober 2024

Day 16: Impact Play

Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 2,058

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: Slightly mean dom!Yuta x sub!Reader, fingering, pussy slapping, rough sex, actually protected sex for once, spanking, multiple orgasms, sort of implied sub drop I think, angsty shit, happy ending I think. If you think I missed a warning let me know!

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Fic is under the cut.

You knew from the moment you walked into your favorite club that you would be leaving with a stranger. Nights spent with people you barely knew never bothered you, though. It was nice sometimes to just have a night of fun without any attachment. Especially when you were hurting as much as you had been for the past few weeks. Your best friend of 10 years had just moved to the other side of the world, you weren’t talking to your parents, and your fiancé had left you for another woman. You were tired of pain, and you just wanted to let loose.

You looked around the club, considering your options for the night. Most of the people that were sitting at the bar were not your type. When you turned and looked at the dance floor however, a certain handsome stranger caught your attention. His hair was long, his makeup made him look like a rock star, and his eyes stared into your soul when they met yours. You considered approaching him, but he made his way to you before you could even start to move your feet.

“Can I help you?” you asked, trying to sound cooler than you felt.

“I don’t know, maybe. Can you tell me what someone as pretty as you is doing in a club as shady as this one?”

“I’m just looking for a good time tonight. Maybe you can help me out with that.”

“Maybe I can, but first I’d like to at least know your name.”

“(Y/N). What’s yours?”

“Yuta.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Would you like to dance?”

“That sounds great.”

Yuta took your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. As you danced, you felt all of your stress from the past few months melting away. You knew that the feeling would be temporary, but a temporary relief was better than no relief at all in your eyes.

While Yuta moved in time with you, he asked you questions about your life and interests. You happily answered some of his questions, but others made you want to change the subject. The more he got to know you, the easier it was to tell that you were trying to forget something, or someone. He didn’t mind that, though. In fact, he was happy to help you forget, even if it was just for one night.

As you talked to Yuta and learned more about him, you found yourself wanting him more than you already did, if that was even possible. If the way he looked at you and touched you while you danced was any indication, he wanted you too. It didn’t take long for the tension between you to become too much for you to bear. When Yuta hit his breaking point, he asked you if you wanted to go to a nearby hotel. You readily agreed, desperate for him to fuck you but not wanting a stranger to know where you lived.

Yuta got to the hotel before you did. When you arrived a few minutes after, you found that he had already paid for a room for the two of you for the night. You wanted to argue about it, preferring to pay your own way in situations like this, but something told you that your efforts would be for nothing.

Yuta took your hand, encouraging you to follow him to the room. When you got there, he immediately locked the door and dragged you to the bed, positioning you on his lap. When his lips finally met yours, you felt like your heart was doing somersaults in your chest. You immediately deepened the kiss, and a soft groan left his mouth. When the ache in his pants got to be too much, he pulled away and asked, “Before this goes any further, how do you want tonight to go?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to me. I’ll tell you if you go too far, I promise.”

Yuta kissed you again, and without thinking about it, you started to move your hips back and forth. You let out soft moans at the friction until a harsh smack landed on your ass, stopping you immediately. When you pulled away from the kiss to complain, Yuta said, “Did I give you permission to do that?” You shook your head, and he grabbed your chin before he said, “I asked you a question. Either you answer with words, or everything stops here. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Good girl. Now, did I give you permission to do that?”

“No, sir.”

“Then don’t. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Yuta went right back to kissing you, except this time he went for your neck instead of your lips. You moaned louder than you intended as he bit you, knowing there would be marks when he was done. His mouth on you felt too good for you to care about any hickeys that he left, though. When he was satisfied with what he did to your neck, he looked at you and said, “Dress off, now.”

You quickly stood up to remove your clothes, watching as he did the same. Once all of your clothes were in a pile on the floor, Yuta said, “Sit in front of me, princess.” You did as you were told, and he asked, “How about I fuck you with my fingers before you take my cock? How does that sound?”

“Sounds good.”

Yuta took one of his hands and brought it to where you wanted him most. He started with small, teasing circles around your clit, and you cried out at the stimulation. He took that as his signal to continue and slowly inserted two fingers into you. It felt incredible, and you couldn’t help but move your hips back and forth in an attempt to get more friction.

When he noticed you bucking your hips up again, Yuta quickly smacked your pussy, earning a cry from you. Then, he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “If you start moving again, I’m going to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Yuta continued fucking you, loving how responsive you were to his touch. The noises that left your mouth were heavenly, and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers made him desperate to fuck you properly. He already knew that he wanted you for more than just one night, and he could only hope you felt the same way about him.

It didn’t take long at all for you to cum, moaning a string of expletives as you clenched around Yuta’s fingers again. He fucked you through your first release of the night until you were too overstimulated to keep going. Then, he pulled his fingers out of you and stood up to wash his hands in the bathroom sink.

While you caught your breath, you thought about how the night had gone so far. You liked Yuta a lot, but you knew that you probably wouldn’t see him again. The guys you’d hooked up with always acted like they were interested in more, but when you actually called them, you got no answer. You had no reason to believe that Yuta would be any different.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your lover for the night asking you if you were ok. You nodded, and he said, “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

“Stand up and bend over.”

Once again, you did as you were told. After Yuta made sure that you were ok one more time, he rolled the condom that he’d taken out of his pocket onto his cock and slowly entered you. A low moan slipped out of your mouth as you felt him inside you, and it took every ounce of self-control that Yuta had to not just fuck you with no mercy right away. When he was certain that you were ok with him moving, however, he didn’t exactly fuck you slowly.

As Yuta fucked into you, you noticed that he really seemed to enjoy smacking your ass. You weren’t complaining, though, because with every slap you found a new wave of arousal travelling right to your core. You couldn’t explain it, but you liked it when whoever you were having sex with was rough with you. Sure, it wasn’t exactly smart to have kinky sex with someone that you had no plans of seeing again, especially with your history of sub drop after intense hookups, but you couldn’t really find it in yourself to care. Especially when they were as good at fucking you as Yuta was.

Before long, you could feel what would be your second orgasm of the night approaching. You begged Yuta to let you cum, and he did. As soon as he said the word, you came around his cock while screaming his name. With a few more thrusts Yuta felt his own orgasm hit him, and he spilled into the condom with a loud moan. He fucked you through your release, and you found yourself finally spent after a long night.

As soon as you caught your breath, Yuta helped you to get dressed, then dressed himself. Once both of you were fully clothed again, he brought you back to the bed and held you. The tenderness of the moment was a welcome change from the typical routine. You loved the feeling of being in someone’s arms at the end of a long day. Once again, you found yourself thinking about how badly you wanted to see him again as you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to find Yuta still beside you. Normally, you didn’t care if your one-night stands were there when you woke up, but still seeing Yuta there was an unexpected relief. Shortly after you woke up, though, Yuta got out of bed and started to gather his things so he could go about the rest of his day. Before he left, he turned to you and asked, “Where’s your phone?”

“On the nightstand, why?”

Yuta took your phone from its place and put his name and number in your contacts list before he said, “Call me if you ever wanna do this again, or if you ever want me to take you on a proper date.”

“Don’t say that,” you said. “We both know you won’t answer if I call.”

“Just think about it, ok?”

You were quiet after that, watching as he left the hotel room. You loved hooking up with people, but you always hated the morning after. The feeling of intimacy always disappeared as soon as whoever you’d fucked the night before did, and a feeling of loneliness settled into your heart once again. Somehow, the typical feeling of emptiness was worse after Yuta left. You decided to just ignore it like you usually did. This had happened before, after all, and every time you reached out to someone you’d previously hooked up with, they didn’t answer their phones. You were sure it’d be the same with Yuta.

You went about the rest of your day as usual, still missing Yuta more than you should. You thought about him as you worked, as you went out for dinner with friends, and as you went out to the club again in search of a different fuck buddy for the night. Your search this time was fruitless, however. No one that you saw at the bar or on the dance floor gave you the same butterflies in your stomach that Yuta did, so you ended up calling him after you left the club.

When Yuta’s phone rang late at night, he had a feeling it would be you. He’d seen the look in your eyes when he asked you to think about calling him if you wanted to go out again, and he knew that you would take him up on his offer eventually. What was unexpected, however, was hearing your voice break as you asked him if he was busy. He responded, “No, I’m not. What’s up, beautiful?”

“Is the offer of a proper date still on the table?”

“Of course. Where do you wanna go?” You suggested your favorite local diner, and he said, “That sounds great. I’ll see you there in about 20 minutes.”

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

A Little Jealousy

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Sex, Cockwarming, unintentional exhibitionism Pairing: Nanami Kento X Female Reader Premise: You learn what happens when Nanami gets jealous

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Nanami rarely mixed business and pleasure, but you had messed up. At the last office party, Gojo had been harmlessly complimenting you, smiling in that charming way that he did. There was no other intent behind it; everyone knew you were Nanami’s girl. However, Nanami had his own ideas about how to deal with this incident. 

You had never seen him jealous before, he was always so stoic and calm. In fact, he was the one always calming you down when you went on a jealousy rampage. So to have the tables turned, to have him so determined to show that you were his was a proud moment for you. Until you’d heard what he had in mind. 

“This isn’t fair…”

You whine restlessly as you try to move around on Nanami’s lap. This prompts him to put an arm around your waist and hold you still. His free hand continues to type on his laptop. How he’s managing to think straight at all is a mystery considering he’s balls deep in your pussy.

You’re in his office, the door closed but unlocked. You had thought it would be easy. All you had to do was sit on his cock for the last half hour of the day. 5:30 to 6:00. Easy right? Oh, you could not have been more wrong. 

You had been under the impression that he would give in easily, maybe last for 5 minutes before tossing you on the desk and fucking your brains out. You curse yourself mentally for underestimating his patience. It’s been 15 minutes and he’s still hard, his hot length buried in your wet folds, and unbelievably staying still. His zip had been undone and you were wearing a long, flowy, opaque, dress that hid what was actually happening. 

If someone were to come in and see them…

You make another impatient sound and try to move along his length. Nanami’s grip tightens on your waist before turning to look at you.

“Problem, my love?”

Your pussy is dripping from your own juices, sliding down his cock and onto his balls. “Please, I just…need a little movement…Please Nanami… I’m sorry I made you jealous that day…I didn’t mean to…You know I love you…baby…”

You manage 2 little thrusts before he grips your thighs, preventing you from moving. You whimper with impatience, looking at him desperately. A wicked grin plays on his lips.

“I thought you said you were scared about getting caught. Could it be…” His hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples through the fabric. “That you’re actually enjoying this?”

You gasp as his fingers continue to tease you through your clothes. You pussy keeps spasming around his cock and you’re so desperate for the friction. 

Nanami checks his watch. “5:45. Only 15 more minutes to go…”

You huff, trying to distract yourself but nothing is working. You’re so hot and desperate for him. You sneak a hand under your dress and start rubbing your clit as compensation. 

You hear a deep laugh come from Nanami, the rumble starting in his chest. 

“Are you having fun? Maybe this is too much for you. Maybe I should take pity on your desperate pussy and just fuck you now.”

You look at him hopefully. “Please Nanami…yes…I’d love that…please fuck me now…”

A sudden knock on the door shocks you both into silence. You quickly remove your hand from under your dress. “Stay calm. No one can see anything,” Nanami whispers in your ear.

“Come in,” he calls out. Your whole body tightens in fear and embarrassment. You can’t see who it is, you’re impaled on his cock, looking over Nanami’s shoulder in the opposite direction. 

“Nanamin, I - oh.” 

You flush as you recognize the voice. It’s Gojo!

“Y/n has been having a rather bad day. I’m just comforting her.” Nanami says smoothly, patting her back.

How the fuck is he staying so calm?!

“Yeah…a bad day,” You manage to say before putting your head on Nanami’s shoulder, closing your eyes, praying Gojo will get out soon. 

“Ah…right…” Gojo seems very perplexed. “So. Nanamin, I just wanted to ask if you were coming to the party this weekend at Shoko’s place.”

“Yes, me and y/n were planning on attending. Right?” He asks you, and you glare at him for making you talk in this state. 

You look over your shoulder ever so slightly and reply, “Yes, we are. thank you for the reminder Gojo.” Your pussy keeps contracting over his hot length with each word. 

“Awesome! I’ll tell her it’s you and a plus one then. Well have a nice evening!” He finally walks out. The second you hear the door close, you let out a groan of frustration.

Nanami checks his watch again.”6:00 exactly. Well, I’m done with work.” You hear him close his laptop. 

“Now…” In one swift movement, Nanami stands, holding you under your thighs before roughly putting you on your back on the desk. You yelp in surprise and then take a deep breath as you see the look on Nanami’s face.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You…Nanami…always…” You whisper, praying he would have mercy on you and move. 

His thumb rests on your clit and starts rubbing it, slowly going down between your slickened folds to gather your juices that have escaped from your hole. He moves back up and expertly rolles your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

A hot flash of pleasure runs through your body, and you arch your hips against him, feeling his length shift and move inside you. You look him directly in the eyes.

“Please Nanami…” Your voice is breathy and faint. “I need you to move…fuck me…please…”

“You’re so pretty when you beg.”

He lowers his mouth to yours for a kiss, his thumb still moving on your clit, and starts moving his hips, starting with a few moderate thrusts before picking speed, his sack hitting you as he moves. After the half hour of no movement, all the stimulation all at once hits you, and you moan unashamedly, crying out his name, gripping the fabric of his shirt. 

When he starts to bottom out, your eyes roll backwards, feeling the tension building in your stomach, the sounds of lewd squelching filling the room. 

“I’m…I’m close…”

“Me too…”

A minute later, the orgasm hits you. You freeze for a second, mouth open, and a  loud sound of pleasure escapes your throat. Nanami grunts, feeling every small spasm of your pussy on his cock, and not a moment too soon, his orgasm fills you with his cum. He stays in you, being careful to not let it drip. You sigh in satisfaction.

“I hope you won’t repeat this behavior at the next party.”

You giggle. “Oh I don’t know, it might be worth it…”

[mykoreanlove]

doom in a cap

„Aren’t you sad?“

„About what?“, you asked confused.

„Well, about everything that happened? Or didn’t happen?“, your friend replied bewildered. 

Flashbacks of the first days after the incident made it into your mind, making you shudder internally. Low vibes, bad mood, constant longing and suppressed tears - the well known results of your own actions.

„What’s there to be sad about?“, you played it cool.

„Oh my god, y/n, keep it real, will you? You went out with Yoongi, your platonic friend, and met his friends, one of them being exactly your type.“

„He wasn’t my type.“, you interrupted. 

„He was enough to almost let him fuck you though…“, your friend mumbled under her breath. You shot her a glaring look, daring her to keep this going.

„Okay, fine. He may not have looked like your dream guy but you were certainly into him. And besides, all the other points were met! You told me so yourself - he was funny, smart, charming, successful and a fantastic dancer. Which is exactly your type, y/n.“

Your friend was right but you didn’t want to admit it. When you met Hobi for the first time you felt starstruck. He didn’t look like the guys you normally fantasized about but something about him made you feel for him. His cute smile, his sunshine aura, his whole being just made you feel fuzzy and warm. That feeling only grew as you got to know him more.

„He was just a flirt, okay?“, you tried to drop the topic.

„Maybe. But are you really okay with that?“, your friend asked concerned.

„What do you want me to say? That I’m sad? Fine, I’m sad! All night Hobi and I flirted and laughed and had a great time, we always found our way back to one another even though I was there with Yoongi, who was having the worst time as usual.“, you started to rant.

„Y/N…“

„You want me to say that I’m devastated? Yeah, I am. I wasn’t sure if he really liked me or just flirted a lot but when we all went back to his place it was crystal clear that he liked me, too. The conversations got more serious, the longing in our eyes got deeper and finally, when everybody else was asleep, he kissed me and confessed that he liked me.“, tears started to form in the brink of your eyes. 

Your friend wanted to console you but chose not to, giving you the time of day to finally admit how you really felt.

„Am I heartbroken because it felt like more when in fact it wasn’t? Yeah. I am. While everybody else was sleeping we were making out, quietly, giggling and panting like stupid teenagers. God, I would have fucked him all night long if it wasn’t for the fact that there were no condoms in his spare room. We went to sleep, next to his other friends, while we were hugging and kissing and grinding and ugh…“, you stopped frustrated.

„Did I want to be with him? Yes. Do I miss his fingers inside of me? Yes. Do I miss his strong grip on me? Yes. Do I miss the sound of his deep voice filled with sleep in the morning? Yes. Almost as much as his scent, so yes, I am sad. Happy now?“

„You know that I’m not, y/n.“, your friend said concerned.

„It’s just.. I feel so stupid, you know?“, you broke down crying.

„Why do you feel stupid?“

„Because every time I do something like this, some casual shit, it always ends the same. I mistake it for something, like it would mean something. When in fact, it’s just an act. Hobi didn’t ask for my number all night long, not once. All the cuddles and kisses and compliments were an act. Or maybe he meant them but he didn’t mean them enough to make them mean something. At least not with me.“, you explained saddened.

„You wanted him to want you more, right?“

You nodded silently.

„Even if this was just fun for a short time, I wanted to be the one deciding. Just once. Now I’m back at square one - falling for every guy that is nice to me when all they want to do is get in my pants.“, the bitterness was evident in your voice.

„We don’t know that for sure, though.“, your friend intervened.

„What?“

„I mean, there could be different reasons for him acting that way.“

„Reasons? As in plural?“

Your friend nodded eagerly.

„Yeah, I mean think about it. Maybe he just wanted to get in your pants and decided that this time was enough. Or maybe, he didn’t plan to get with you at all.“

„Is that supposed to make me feel better?“, you snapped.

„Geez, relax. You said so yourself - he is Yoongi’s friend. Maybe he knows more than you do?“ „What are you insinuating?“ „Yoongi might have feelings for you, y/n. And it would be a shitty move to get with you knowing that his friend has a crush on you.“

You paused for a moment and thought about the night again. 

Every time that Yoongi was near, Hobi was more restricted. The first time his hands landed on your body was when Yoongi left the club for a moment. The first time his lips crashed onto yours was when everybody else was sleeping, including Yoongi. In fact, every time Yoongi re-appeared was the turning point for Hobi, averting himself from you and growing more distant. 

Your eyes widened in shock, since you never had considered this possibility.

„You never thought about Yoongi having feelings for you?“

„Of course not. We are just friends. I don’t see him like that.“

„Yeah, but maybe he sees you this way.“

„Do you think he regrets it?“

„Hobi?“

You nodded silently. 

„I really don’t know. But I could understand him being hesitant with you now. Maybe he didn’t plan on hitting on you but it just happened, after a long night out drinking. And now he doesn’t know how to act.“

You let out a deep sigh. 

„This sucks.“

Your friend agreed, placing her head on your shoulder.

„I know.“

Thousand thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to make sense out of this. You didn’t want to hurt Yoongi but you were selfish enough to acknowledge that you were more concerned about yourself. If he wanted to, he would find a way to get in touch with you. You took another glance at your phone, staring at the black screen. An uneasiness spread through your whole body, clouding every cell with anxiety as you wondered if Hobi would ever want to want you. 

[cowgurrrl]

Alone and Forsaken

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: “if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.” - s. osborn, from “blasphemies at the 5th street station” aka you and Joel meet for the first time [3.0k]

Author’s note: god he’s so dramatic I love him (gif by @loregifs) also blame @pedges they told me to make this a cliff hanger

Warnings: canonical type violence, reader being a badass because I said so, enemies to ???

It was supposed to be a normal run. Get in. Get out. Try not to die at the hands of raiders or jumpy FEDRA officers or Infected. It seemed simple enough, and you trusted Tess. She would never put you in a difficult position if she could help, and even if she did, she'd be there to bail you out. So, you didn't think twice about climbing the stairs and knocking on her apartment door as FEDRA repeated orders about curfews over and over again. 

Things have been getting tense in the QZ. Not that things haven't been tense since the Outbreak, but it feels like even the smallest thing is enough to get you hung these days. Cards are tight, rations are limited, and gunfire fills the days and nights. The Fireflies think they're getting closer to liberation, but liberation seems pretty fucking stupid when there's constantly innocent blood staining the streets. Watching bodies burn in the pit or listening to people screaming certainly doesn't make you feel liberated. You knock on Tess's door again, anxiety digging into your skull at her lack of a response.

When she doesn't answer the door, you pull your gun from its holster and keep it low as you turn the knob and walk into her apartment. The fact that her door was left unlocked does nothing to soothe your fears, but you ignore it. The living room is a mess, with first aid supplies strewn about and a handful of dirty dishes next to the couch. Nothing super out of the ordinary for her, you think as you turn toward the bedroom and come face to face with the barrel of a gun. Okay, so that's not normal.

You raise your own gun to match the looming man in front of you and plant your feet. If he tries to rush you, you could at least try to hold your ground long enough to get the drop on him. He's big, though— all broad shoulders, long legs, and strong hands choking the grip of his gun. His eyes are dangerously dark, almost black, as he stares you down with a brutal snarl on his lips. In another life where he's not holding a gun to your head, you would think he's handsome. 

"Who the hell are you?" He asks, a deep southern drawl slurring his words together.

"Where's Tess?"

"'M afraid you're not in a position to be askin' any questions, sweetheart," He says. Your finger twitches on the side of your gun, and you set your jaw before you give him your name. A flicker of recognition sputters behind those deep brown eyes, but he hides it before it can linger. "I've heard a lot of shit about you."

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you're pointing a fucking gun in my face."

"I should shoot you."

"Then, neither of us gets what we want. And where's the fun in that, huh?" You ask. You also want to point out that he's had every opportunity to bury a bullet in your brain, and he's yet to do it, but you know not to push your luck with men like him. "Where is Tess?" 

There's movement on the other side of the bedroom door before it flings open and reveals a bruised Tess. She looks terrible, with a rough patch of stitches holding the skin of her forehead together and a limp affecting her gait as she walks into the room. Her hair is wet, and she smells like the soap you trade for. Not the shitty FEDRA lard of soap, the nicely scented lavender bars of soap that come from somewhere way more peaceful than here. "Joel, would you drop the fucking gun? She's with me," she says, more than annoyed with him, before looking at you. "Jesus, it's like having a feral dog." 

Nobody moves for a full breath until Tess gives the man, now known as Joel, a nasty look. You catch him grinding his teeth together, his jaw working as he thinks before finally putting his gun down. You follow the unspoken truce and wiggle your toes in your shoes to distract your racing mind. Who the fuck is Joel, and why is he in Tess's apartment? How does he know who you are? Why didn't he kill you the second you stepped foot in her space?

"You look like shit," you say, and she nods. "What happened?"

"Got into it with a group of raiders. Killed 'em all, but they made sure to get a few good hits in."

"Is that why you asked me about making this trade?" You ask. Joel gives Tess a look, and she rolls her eyes. Something unspoken travels between them, and she turns and holds up a finger to tell you to give her a second, and she grabs Joel, turning their backs to you. All of it gives the illusion of privacy when in reality, you catch every other word they say to each other. Something about Joel not trusting you, how he can do this alone and doesn't need "a goddamn babysitter." You think you hear the word "rat," but Tess doesn't care enough about it to change her mind. It's one of the many things you admire about her. That and her ability to be absolutely ruthless when she needs to be. You've seen her in action a handful of times, and every time, it reminds you not to get on her bad side. Tess tells him something you don't quite catch, but Joel's shoulders relax just enough for you to know that she's got him right where he wants him. "Are we gonna do this deal, or are we gonna point guns at each other again? I'm fine with either." 

"You two are gonna go," Tess answers, and they both turn to look at you. "You just have to meet Cindy at the old 7/11 outside the walls. She's got bullets, pills, food, and some clothes to trade for what I gave Joel. Make sure it's all there before you let her walk away. She can be sneaky," she walks over to you and puts a gun in your hand. It's an older model but still something with a good amount of power. When you check the magazine, it's full. You look at her, confused by the gift, and she steps closer so only you can hear her. "I stole it from one of the raiders and figured you might need it. That old one's been jamming on you, anyways." She says simply, and you chew the inside of your lip to fight a smile.

"Thanks," you say, tucking the gun into your jacket and peering over her shoulder at Joel. "You trust this guy?"

"I do," she says, and you nod. It seems silly to put all your weight in Tess's opinion, but she hasn't steered you wrong yet. "Be smart about this. I don't need either of you coming back looking like me, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Joel is reluctant to leave with you, but one look from Tess, and he's following you out the door. He doesn't say anything as you wind down the crowded streets, ignoring the stray Fireflies or people you deal to, which you're fine with. You're not exactly excited to do this job with the man who shoved a gun in your face. He remains stony-faced and unreadable even as you approach the section gate. 

"Walk in front of me." Joel finally speaks, switching sides with you so he's closer to the guard, and you scoff. 

"How chivalrous. Do you make Tess walk in front of you, too?"

"No, she can hold her own."

"'M not dead yet." 

"If you were, there'd be a lot less goddammed talking." He says, and you nod, dead set on proving him wrong. As you get closer to the gate, you spot a familiar face and let yourself animatedly light up. It's over the top and stupid, but you know he eats it up like a man starved.

"Sammy, how are we doing today?" You ask in a sickly sweet voice, and the guard gives you a look.

"I thought we talked about not calling me that while I'm on patrol." He says, and you pull a pout. Joel watches with a glint of something in his eyes, but you barely look at him.

"Oh, c'mon. You really gonna make me call you Officer Wilson?" You ask, and Sam shakes his head, a smile pulling on his lips. You pull your papers from your bag for him to look at, and Joel does the same. Sam looks between you and Joel and raises his eyebrows at you. "We're visiting a friend."

"I thought you didn't have any friends." 

"You gotta stop believing everything you hear these days, Sammy. You know I'm friendly enough," you smile as he returns your papers. "Can we get through now, or are you gonna interrogate us for the rest of your shift?" You ask, and he mumbles something under his breath before buzzing you through the gate. You squeeze his bicep as you pass him and ignore the incredulous look on Joel's face. Together, you weave through the section until you find your usual opening in the wall and crawl through to the other side.

Boston was a shit hole even before the world ended, but outside the wall is a little more tolerable. There's sprawling greenery and actual animals that come through every now and again. The quiet is what always surprises you. Outside the QZ, you can hear the wind rustling through the trees and distant bird songs, and if you're observant enough, you can hear Infected groaning as they stumble around. You like to take a second to listen every time you're out, basking in the silence of a fallen city. "So, do you just have all the FEDRA officers wrapped around your finger or just that one?" Joel asks, interrupting your thoughts, and you laugh.

"My connections to them have nothing to do with wrapping them around my finger and everything to do with what I know about them and how much they want to keep a secret." You say as you trudge through the overgrowth. 

"Like what?"

"Like Wilson failed his weapons test, but he's fucking his boss's secretary, so she forged the documents for him. He can't shoot worth a shit," you say, and he raises his eyebrows. You can tell he doesn't believe you, but you don't really care. "He also owes me cards, so there was no way he was gonna say anything."

"And how did you get that information?"

"Girl's gotta keep her secrets, cowboy," you shrug. "Do I get to ask you something now? It seems fair enough since you practically accused me of sleeping with the enemy."

"I did not," he starts but then stops himself, shaking his head. "Sure."

"What's your whole deal?"

"My deal?"

"Yeah, like the whole grumpy, southern survivalist deal."

"I don't think the apocalypse ever put anyone in a good mood," he says, and you hum. "And 'm from Texas."

"Long way from home." You say, and he nods. You tell him where you're from as payment for the tiny bit of information he's shared with you. These days, opening up is hard even when you trust the other person. It's no small feat that he answered your question. 

You fall back into as comfortable a silence as possible with the practical stranger next to you. You don't ask about why he was in Tess's apartment, and he doesn't ask about what information you have about other FEDRA officers or how you got it. He constantly checks over his shoulder, making you nervous, but you don't say anything about it. You think it's probably a tick or those survival instincts of his kicking in as you get closer and closer to the run-down 7/11. He switches sides with you again, wordlessly putting you to his right, and you make a mental note to ask Tess about it. He's not jumpy, but he's protective, you guess, is the right word.

You see it in the way he walks next to you, and the way he adjusts the grip on his gun as Cindy and two young guys with guns come into view. Tess was right, you think. Having Joel around is like having a guard dog. Selfishly, you kinda like it. Cindy does not look happy to see you and crosses her arms over her chest the second she stops twenty feet from you. "Where's Tess?"

"Busy," you say. "I'm doing her a favor."

"Like you did me a favor? Or Robert?" she spits, and you roll your eyes. "How much longer do you think you can live with yourself, huh?"

"Do you want your fucking pills or not because we can call this off and go back to the QZ if you're gonna talk to me like that," you say. Joel clenches his jaw in your peripheral, staring down the two guys she brought as protection. At the same time, they seem to realize she would need way more than the two of them to keep her safe from you and Joel. "Withdrawl is a bad fucking look for you, Cindy. I'd hate for you to get any worse."  

She doesn't say anything as she stares at you, the gears turning in her head. You can feel Joel's unease at the situation and the fact that you know something he doesn't. It seems to be a reoccurring theme for him this afternoon, and you're not sure how he feels about it. You shrug when she doesn't move and turn to start walking away. "Wait!" She calls, and you smirk before facing her again.

She makes her guys hand over the supplies Tess promised you, and you look them over. Cindy watches with shaky hands and darting eyes as you produce your end of the trade. The second the younger guard grabs the bag from your hand, a shot fires nearby, and the kid goes down. A hand finds your shoulder and drags you down as gunfire explodes all around you. All at once, Tess's story of her last drop comes flooding back. Raiders. You pull your new gun from your jacket and see Joel next to you, firing shot after shot into the gas station. They're mostly blind shots in the general direction of the firefight, but you spot the sniper on the gas station's roof. 

You take a second to breathe as the bullets whistle above your head and fire a shot. The little handgun kicks back harder than your usual sidearm, but it gets the job done. You watch blood spray from the sniper's neck before following Joel's line of fire, firing a shot simultaneously. You don't know whose bullet hit where, but you know that the air around you stills and your ears ring so loud it feels like the sound will pierce your brain. Joel isn't bleeding or acting like he's been shot, so you take that as a good sign and let your body rest against the overturned truck he hid you behind.

Joel is looking into the shattered gas station windows when a pair of solid hands yank you from safety. You scream and thrash, throwing your head back until you make contact with something. Someone yelps, and the grip loosens enough for you to turn and shoot Cindy's second guard. Before his body can even hit the ground, movement sounds from behind you, and you quickly turn. Your heart is beating so fast, and your mind is working in overdrive as you struggle to lock your eyes on the raider trying to get the upper hand on Joel.

It's a mess of bodies, voices, and dust flying as Joel tries to protect himself. The raider has a knife to Joel's throat, and you quickly steady your hands against the gun's grip and fire two succinct shots. Joel jerks in shock as the bullets hit the raider, making him go limp. You let out a shaky breath and turn to scan the area to see if anybody else wants you dead. 

"Are you fuckin' crazy? You almost hit me!" He yells as he stands and walks over to you. He's pissed. A pulsing vein pops out of his forehead, and you wonder if his teeth hurt from gritting them like a feral animal.

"Relax, I was not gonna hit you." You say, tucking your gun back in your jacket and moving to retrieve your supplies. 

"Are you serious?" He asks, and you groan. 

"Jesus Christ, are you always this dramatic? I wasn't even close to hitting you!" You yell, turning to face him again. It's not completely a lie. You were not going to hit him, but you're a little surprised the bullets didn't even graze him. Maybe you're a little better of a shot than you thought you were. 

"You're a real piece of work. You know that?"

"Like you're much better. You'd be fucking dead if it weren't for me." You spit. In one movement, he puts his hands on your arms and pushes you against the wall of the gas station. You fight against him but freeze when you feel a knife tip pressing lightly against the bottom of your shirt. His body is flush against your own, his touch sending sparks across your skin. His breath fans across your face and neck, and his pupils widen as he stares at you. 

"I've known you for less than a fucking day, and you've already almost gotten me killed. Everyone we've run into has said something about you bein' dangerous," he says, his voice rough as he holds you in place. "Who the fuck are you?"

if i forget about this goddamn tag list one more time: @evyiione @nyotamalfoy @abbyhaslongshorts

[triptychgrip]

Because the YOI fandom needs more "Viktor riling his husband up in order to distract Yuuri from his nerves (and also b/c he longs for smutty payback)"...

I personally believe that every once in awhile, Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov would get an immense rush from sexily teasing his nervous husband, all so that Dom Yuuri can put him in his place, afterwards. If you need convincing, might I interest you in this fluff/smut fic (that will be at least 10K words long when I'm done with it, which, incidentally, is actually on the shorter end for me)?

In this particular bit of filth set in the summer of 2021, Yuuri is anxious prior to his meeting with the Japan Skating Federation, one in which he'll relay his decision to retire the following year (after the 2022 Beijing Games). In his duty as coach, Viktor first tries to distract Yuuri in their shared office at home, but when Yuuri kicks him out -- after an all-too-fleeting makeout session -- Viktor steps it up to sexting.

I always have so much fun writing kinky fluff/smut between these two, and can't wait to post the final (second) chapter next week. Below is an excerpt that I hope will pique your interest in this or my other Yuri!!! on Ice work.

Content warning for explicit/implied sexual content ahead

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With almost embarrassing speed, Yuuri nudged Makkachin out the door (first kissing the top of her floofy head in apology) and retrieved the lube that he kept in the bottom-most drawer of his desk.

…just in case.

Then, he got his phone back out and clicked into Signal, his heart climbing into his throat and his anticipation mounting.

Immediately, his mouth went slack; he knew this song! And what was more: Yuuri knew that Viktor knew that he knew it.

They’d heard it together two weeks ago when they’d capped off their date night at Dark Room, one of their favorite nightclubs in Fukuoka. He shivered, remembering how they’d both been a bit tipsy, kissing and grinding up on one another as the pulsing beat vibrated through their bodies, pressed flush together. 

‘Heatstroke’, indeed.

And though his love was by their pool and not in a dark nightclub, the current video featuring his nearly naked body – contorting mesmerizingly as he danced to the song – sent that same rush of scorching heat licking up Yuuri’s spine. 

But the most erotic part of the video wasn’t how Viktor’s bare chest and arms were gleaming – had he covered himself in some kind of shimmery massage oil? – or how the skirt he was outfitted in was even shorter than the rose-print one he’d been wearing, earlier.

It was his choice of prop: a melting ice cream bar that Yuuri was positive he hadn’t seen in the freezer. 

A trickle of white ran down into the crevice between Viktor’s fingers, and he didn’t appear to blink even once as he eyed the camera and began to suck on them, vigorously. After only a few seconds of this, he swiped a dab of ice cream onto his spit-slicked fingers and then streaked it over a nipple, the visual reminding him of last week, when his husband had blown him and frantically begged him to cum all over his chest.

Yuuri moaned as if struck. 

Stress-eating sweets was a go-to move for him prior to meetings like this, so he’d scoured their cabinets and freezer earlier for that needed dopamine rush. He hadn’t seen any hint of ice-cream, and had actually been a little cranky because of it. 

Added to the fact that Viktor had on a different skirt and type of braid than he’d been sporting earlier, he was more confident than ever that his spouse had filmed this video on some other day.

Meaning, he’d been planning this.

Fuck.

[stanurines1mp]

Regrets

pairing: Ulquiorra Cifer x Fem!Gin's sister!Reader

type: angst

an: ignoring the fact that i start sm fanfics that i havent finished, here's another Bleach oneshot of one of my fav characters! i can write an entire essay on his character eheh. also, this is pretty short but im kinda lazy lol... its basically like the scene of him and orihime about the 'heart' but with a romantic(?) and angsty twist. so have fun and enjoy! dont forget to follow me on Tumblr and Wattpad! and share, like, vote, comment and all :)

warnings: angst (dont expect more from me), death, aizen (bro deserves a warning), gin (also deserves a warning but he's barely in here), reader is gin's younger sister, kinda rushed, blood (barely). i think thats all, lemme know if i miss anything! 

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Following Aizen into Hueco Mundo was a decision filled with regret. Leaving behind your friends from the Seireitei was not your best move. But what more could you do when your older brother, Gin, had brought you along?

Honestly, what was he thinking?

But you couldn't deny him. You swore to stay by each other's side and this was not an exception.

So there you stood just a little behind him, fingers gripping tightly on the sleeve of his robe. Scared, you were barely peeking into the view of whatever Hollow Aizen had found interest in.

Ever since you set foot in this world, you were driven with fear, longing for a sense of warmth in this cold atmosphere. It's much too different than the Soul Society and the Human World. You'd do anything to get back to either one of those. But you swore to stay with Gin.

And Aizen was kind enough not to separate you both.

Until one day, he found your presence to be irrelevant and quite honestly a nuisance though he hid that fact with a sweet little lie of saying that he just wanted you to be safe.

And you remembered that day very well, too.

After all, it happened during a meeting with all the Espadas who swore loyalty to the God wannabe. Seated around the table were those 10 Arrancars and the traitors of Soul Society, including you.

"Y/N," Aizen brought the attention to you.

At this point in time, you had made yourself somewhat comfortable. Or rather, you've let yourself not get involved with anyone except your brother. So from your seat, your slouching back immediately straightened while your eyes widened. 

Your gaze lifted to meet the man, his soft orbs peering into yours. To the outside looking in, one would think he was displaying a look of warmth but you knew better than to fall for his manipulation. 

"Y-Yes?" You stuttered.

Sure, you were aware of his tricks. That didn't mean you weren't scared of him. 

"I have a very important task for you," he smiled. "I have informed Ulquiorra of everything and he is in charge of you."

"Wait, what?!" Your words slipped out, panic jolting your body as you looked from the man to your brother, your brows stitched in a silent beg for help. 

Before your brother could display even a shift in expression, your body froze in the chair. Your eyes widened, your lips emitting a hitched gasp. 

Aizen's Reiatsu was hurting you. 

Your fingers clutched firmly at the edge of the table. Your lungs felt like it was closing up, your airway narrowing as you gasped helplessly for air. 

"Are you denying me, Y/N?" His tone was silky smooth, an eyebrow raised condescendingly. 

Not without struggle, your head began to shake weakly as the brims of your eyes begin to well up with tears. Having enough of your suffering for the moment, Aizen lowered his Reiatsu and you gasped loudly as you could feel air flowing in and out of you again. 

"My apologies, Aizen-sama," you trembled, gaze lowering to the ground.

To that, he let out a pleased hum that matched his smirk. What a fucking sadist. 

So that's why you were currently stuck next to the 4th Espada, hiding in the Dangai while you waited to capture the human girl Aizen took an interest in. Honestly, some part of you hated yourself for being in such a position, forcing the same fate on an innocent girl who would do anything for her friends. 

"Inoue-san," you cleared your throat one day, knocking on the door. 

You pushed it open and saw the girl's sullen figure on the floor, gazing at the moon. She remained silent as she watched you enter. 

"How are you doing?" You asked, knowing it wouldn't bring any sort of comfort whatsoever despite that being your intention. "If you need anything, I'm at your service," you sighed. 

Silence passed between you two. Though expected, you took it as a sign to leave. Just as you were about to, she stopped you with a question. 

"Kuchiki-san told me about you," she said. "Why did you betray the Soul Society?" 

Her question struck you right at the pit of your regretful heart, making you stop in your tracks. 

With a sigh, you answered, "Just as you'd come here for your friends, I would do anything for my brother."

Refusing to prolong the conversation, you took your leave. Turning a corner as you head to your room, you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Holding you in place, Ulquiorra then appeared before you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He raised his brows in question. 

Your eyes met his and you lowly exhaled. 

"Aizen-sama said that she's under our care," you reminded. "I am only caring for her." 

He let go of your hand, eyes still staring into yours. "You have no need to make friends with  her." 

A scoff slipped past your lips. "What are you?" You changed the subject, rather curious about something regarding the Arrancar. "Which part of Death do you signify, Ulquiorra?"

With your eyes stuck on him, paired with your question, he felt somewhat, exposed. His lips remain pursed, gaze peeling away from yours as he turned to walk away. 

"I do not see how that is of any relevance." 

"If I am to work by your side, I'd like to know more about you," you simply answered. 

Looking over his shoulder, he said, "As I said, I do not see the relevance." 

"I'll find out soon enough," you hummed, watching as he walked away. 

And with your future days spent closely with him, you actually did figure him out. 

You could clearly see it in his eyes, you actually wondered how you could have missed that. But you couldn't miss it anymore as each day passes by and he often visited you. 

It was odd but you had realized how frequently he came to see you whether it was to send you food or talk about the prisoner. You wondered if it was intentional but over time, you didn't seem to mind it. And maybe because now that you know him, you couldn't help the interest you held for him. 

You wanted to understand him. 

You wanted to understand why it was that you noticed his eyes changing since the day he met you. 

It seemed like you managed to reach that on an afternoon in Hueco Mundo. 

You were gazing at the blue sky, a smile tickling your complexion at the view that reminded you of the warmth back in Soul Society. But the one that sheltered you at the moment was nothing but a fake. At such a thought, your smile faltered. 

"What are you doing?" Ulquiorra's voice ran through your spine. 

"It's so heavy," you murmured. 

"What is?" 

You let out a sigh, turning around to see him. "My heart," you said. "It's full of regrets." 

He let out a patronizing scoff, "You humans and Soul Reapers toss that word around mindlessly. What is this 'heart'?" 

Your eyes flickered close for a moment but hearing his question, you understood him. 

And you understood yourself. 

And with a saddened smile, you reduced the distance with a question. "Do you not believe in the existence of the heart?" 

"I do not believe in things I cannot see," he began, taking another step. "Even with these eyes of mine that perceive all, I cannot see this so-called 'heart'."

"And that makes it not real?" 

His hand stretched forward, fingers aiming at your heart. 

"If I rip out your chest, will I see it? If I crush open your skull, will I see it?" 

The gap between the tip of his finger and the fabric of your dress over your heart closed with another step from you. His long nail threatened to puncture your skin but you did not have it in you to break your composure as you stared into his eyes. 

"Do it, then," your words silkened out daringly. 

You can see surprise behind those dark eyes, only aiding you to go further. 

"Rip out my chest. Crush open my skull. Do whatever you must to find my heart because I can assure you, it is real and it is there." 

You could see the slight tremble in his hand. With another step toward him, your dress let out a ripped sound as his claws penetrated through. 

"I have a heart that beats and with each passing second, it beats for you." 

Your lips parted in a slight gasp as you feel warm blood oozing out. Still, you let yourself be guided by your heart. 

"I am not afraid of you, Ulquiorra," you exhaled. "As I can see the emptiness in you begin to fill with the reflection of my love for you." 

Any changes of expression he tried to hide had failed terribly. But he was not the only one shocked by your confession.

It seems that you've let yourself fall for the 4th Espada. 

Maybe that would soon turn into yet another one of your regrets but for the time being, he let you go. 

His cold, empty demeanor had returned when he retracted his arm to his side. He began to walk away, leaving you a taste of his void and disappointment. But before he closed the door, he stopped. Over his shoulder, he looked in your direction but not really looking at you. 

"The human's friends have come to Hueco Mundo. My order for you is to stay in your room," he slurred out. "No matter what." 

With everything that occurred next, you still remained in your room. Why? 

Because he had asked you to. 

And you were meant to listen to him. 

So you ignored all the changes in Spiritual Pressure that occurred in Hueco Mundo to fulfill his order. But there was one change that you can no longer ignore. 

And with that worry, that fright, you ran out of your room. With all your strength, you flew upwards, past the fake skies of Las Noches and into the truth of Hueco Mundo. Landing on the ground, you stood up. 

And it was as if your mere presence had caused him to peel away his gaze from his opponent. His eyes that met yours were no longer those you saw during your first meeting. 

That emptiness that he signified was filling up. 

Just as your tears welled in your eyes, your lips parted in a frightful gasp, watching his wings begin to disappear. His hand, the very same one that bled you, lifted from his side. His fingers reached for you. Allowing your tears to fall, you cried as you ran to him, your own hand stretched out to grasp his. 

Yet no matter how fast you ran, you could never reach him. 

He was so close.

Yet so far. 

"I see it now," he said, stopping you in your tracks with wide eyes and parted lips. "I understand now," he said. 

You ignored the presence of the humans, only focusing on the fallen Espada. 

"Your heart," he let out, fingers beginning to close in an empty grip. "Has always been in the palm of my hands." 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you ran to him again, weakly struggling to reach him. 

But just when you did, his hand leaves you as it dissipated into darkened ash.

With a loud cry, you fell to your knees, our tears unabashedly falling to your cheeks. Your left hand clutches over your heart-

"Rip out my chest."

-while your right hand clutches over your head-

"Crush open my skull." 

As you were heeding his last order, he was heeding yours, providing you the sensation of actions you asked for. 

Yet another regret filled that heavy heart of yours.

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Tokyo Revengers Headcanons for Hanma Shuji

Hi! Omg Thank you for all the love on my first post! I currently have requests open and two pieces in the works for halloween(those maybe late but who cares, here we are spooky bitches) Anyways, enjoy some Hanma headcannons!

Hanma is an adult in this piece 

Nothing that I write is for minors, but I feel like Hanma is warning enough

There’s a few other characters in here, but only in relation to Hanma

Hanma has a love hate relationship with his “Reaper” title

He definitely is friends with benefits with Smiley 

He likes to take candid photos on his smartphone, especially during fights. Fight photos are specifically taken in black and white

He likes tongue piercings- Hanma would not get one himself, but he does find them attractive.

Does not like people standing behind him

Hanma should not have caffeine. It makes him a special type of hyper. He will not stop shaking, and bouncing and will talk your ear off more then usual. But because he knows he’s ten times more annoying when caffeinated he will occasionally have it . He doesn’t “need” it like others, but he will make a point to drink it in front of you so you know you’re fucked.

As just stated Hanma doesn't need to caffeinate. He's not a morning person he's just an "I'm awake" person and has no problems staying awake once he's moving.

He doesn’t play video games, but he swears up and down he’s a Mario kart champion. This is only brought up when it is beyond the point of irrelevant in a conversation he was not paying attention to

Hanma once kicked straight up to get someone's jaw, but he put too much force into it then he meant to so his leg swung harder then he thought and while he did hit his intended target he did also knee himself in the face.

That was the day he learned he could do the splits, another thing he flexes when it’s not relevant

Hanma would get “fuck around” and “find out” on his knuckles if he hand more fingers to get “around” on one hand. He is weirdly bothered by the fact he doesn't have enough fingers and will occasionally grumble about how he can never get his "dream" tattoo.

He has 100% considered seeing what happens if he gives Draken’s braid a good yank. He’d label it as a “social experiment” and whatever consequences he may have for the action would be deemed worth it... for the experiment of course... for science.

Hanma definitely has “lucky you” embroidered in the fly of all of his pants.

Hanma loves dad jokes, but only when he’s the one telling them otherwise they are stupid and boring, it’s stupid of you to think that’s something anyone would find funny. But if he told the joke, he would be d y i n g

Hanma is scared of the dark and doesn’t like sleeping without a light source

When Koko and Inui were homeless he 100% found their hideout and thought it had been abandoned. He stayed the night since no one returned, but the two got back in the morning and caught him raiding their stuff. Hanma got his ass kicked, partially because he was caught off guard, and partially because he was laughing his ass off at the fact Koko’s money greedy ass was homeless. Inui kicked him harder for making fun of Koko.  

Hanma likes the idea of getting into the pants of every known gangster he can. He has tried to get into Koko’s pants multiple times, and while Koko does find Hanma to have a weird sort of charm Koko always tells him. “You couldn��t afford me.” and ends it there.

Hanma knows how to pole dance.