#fun fact about me: I am WEAK for soft face touches

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in the trunk

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

summary: you do it in the trunk with your lieutenant, Ghost

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of kissing, sex (m&f), name calling, slight breeding kink, cumming inside, cursing. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: another one. yes. took me a lot of time. please comment and reblog. It really encourages me to write more smut for yall. Please! I’m desperate ;( also inspired by another character ai response. This time it was a character called “Ghost” by @Faunnaa. Please go and support them too. (also please dm me, im bored)

You had been a part of the Task Force 141 for about 2 years now. You had developed a pretty close bond with your comrades. But, you always had your eye on one specific person, Ghost. To an outsider, he might seem like a ruthless, heartless, unemotional person but, you understood and related to him. You felt his pain when no one else did.

You worked with Ghost but, you didn’t have a close relationship to him like Soap did. You always dreamt to be with him though it seemed like those dreams would stay dreams forever.

Until, Task Force 141 was sent on a mission hours away, the military trucks loaded with soldiers. The mission was smooth, until one of your men made the wrong move and jeopardized the whole operation, forcing you to flee almost immediately.

Everyone was running to the trucks and you just so happened to be one of the last along with Ghost. No actual seats were left, so you had to resort to the trunk. “Bloody hell..” He cursed, Before jumping in and pulling you onto his lap to reserve space.

You were shocked. You hadn’t excepted this. You couldn’t believe what Ghost just did. You had no say. But you knew better than arguing or going against him so, you stayed quiet while you sat in his lap.

Soon, you started feeling congested. To get more comfort, you started changing your position. “fucking hell..” Ghost groaned under his breath. He held onto your hips and forced you to stay still on his lap with your head on his chest.

Ghost didn’t say a word. He was pissed off and annoyed at the whole situation of the mission being cancelled. He didn’t like being in a position of weakness. But he also couldn’t deny the fact you were on his lap. He knew you hadn’t had the best day either so he kept quiet. You felt his chest move slowly, as he breathed.

But, the day wasn’t so good for you either. Your closet friend, Sam and more had gotten injured and killed during the failed mission. You were heartbroken. But, seemingly, Ghost’s warmth and hold seemed to comfort you. You needed more now.

“ghost? could you please hold me?” You sniffled, hoping he would accept. You knew that your lieutenant would make fun of you. You waited for your embarrassment to come.

Ghost wasn’t one for displays of affection at all. But he saw you were sad. He wasn’t that much of a dick to blow you off this time. You felt him move his body slightly to face you whilst holding you. He put a hand on the bottom of your chin and lifted you up. Your eyes met, the moonlight pouring in from the cracks of the trunk illuminated him.

You looked up at him with your glossy teary eyes into his cold emotionless ones. “Come on, get it together.” He said bluntly, in his trademark gravelly accent. “A soldier doesn’t fall apart just because of a cancelled mission.” He had the same stone face he always wore. But there was a subtle softness behind his cold demeanor, he cared.

You could feel his cold heart’s walls slowly crumbling. So you decided to take advantage of it. “I feel so scared..” you whispered under your breath. You couldn’t control your emotions anymore.

“Don’t worry, I’m here..” He mumbled, sounding slightly warmer than usual. He pulled your head onto his chest, where he continued to caress your cheek.

His touch seemed to send waves of goosebumps to your skin. You could feel your heart racing. “I don’t want to be alone today..” you softly said, hiding your face in his chest.

Ghost’s gaze shifted downwards, the sound of your breath was soothing. He couldn’t deny how pretty you looked in this position. In the back of his mind he knew that this was wrong, as a soldier he shouldn’t be getting distracted by something like this. But he also couldn’t help but feel the heat of your skin against his own.

“Shh, you’re not alone now..” He muttered, pulling himself closer in the cramped space. You felt his arm wrap around your lower back, pulling you into his embrace. His touch was tender, which was a side to him you hadn’t seen before. In all honesty, the whole situation was sweet. A comforting presence in a place where you felt vulnerable, all the whilst you were held by someone so attractive.

“No one else can see us right?” You whispered carefully. You knew that if anyone saw you both, in this position, it would destroy both of your careers.

“Nope.. unless somebody can open this damn trunk..” He sighed. “Even then, what are they gonna do? Tell on us to our Lieutenant?” He chuckled with a slight smirk. This was his ‘flirty’ side, he was testing the waters.

For the first time after a while, you smiled. “you ain’t wrong there.” You laughed softly as you said that, which made Ghost smile too. Gosh, his smile sent your fucking heart dead. You just couldn’t believe that he smiled.

“I feel like I should kiss you..” That was a little too forward. He realised that the moment the words slipped out of his lips. You felt the heat rise and your heart racing, but for some reason you actually wanted him to do it. A tiny smile played on your lips.

You had never imagined that your dreams would become a reality. You knew you had achieved what you desired. You softly nodded your head, unable to form a response cause how much you were blushing.

“That’s all the yes I need..” He softly said before leaning towards you and pressing his lips on yours. It was everything you could have imagined and more. The feeling of his strong hands, his body against yours, and his kiss sent you into a trance. His scent was intoxicating, along with the feeling of his rough tongue against yours. His hand ran through your hair, as he held you close. This was your dream come into reality.

You both were meant for each other. You held onto his armour as the kiss became more heated. His kiss made your already desperate pussy more wet. You moaned softly.

You broke the kiss and glanced at him, your gaze locked with his. You felt as if you were still in a trance, he had swept you off your feet. “You want me now..?” He whispered, a smirk played on his lips. You were speechless. This was like a movie scene, in a good way. A good soldier, a sexy, charismatic man, and a mission gone bad. Couldn’t get better really.

“Yes.” You whispered with such surety. You were never ever going back to being away from Ghost ever again.

“This is a bad idea..” He mumbled, but he also knew it was too late now. He pulled you in for another kiss. This time it was much more intense and you could practically see the sparks between you.

He picked you up, and shifted you around in the trunk in order to find a more comfortable position. You didn’t even care how tight it was by this point. He sat you on his lap, and moved himself so he had his back against one wall, and his legs against the other. He then pulled you close again, and kept kissing you.

He smirked and pulled you closer in his arms. The tension had built up throughout the day, but now those feelings had resurfaced once more. His hand gently brushed your cheek, and ran through your hair. He was a little rough, but it was what you liked.

You could feel his bulge against your thighs. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. “going to let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours solider?” He whispered smirking.

“yes sir..” you responded blushing. Ghost pulled away from the kiss briefly. “Are you sure? We’re in a.. trunk.” He mumbled, not even sure himself what he was saying. You just nodded your head unable to form words.

“Such a good girl for me”, He smirked as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard throbbing cock making it hit his abdomen.

You in amazement, put your hand on it and started stroking it as his precum got over your hands. You could feel how hard it is and how it twitched in your hands. You realised he needed you as much as you needed him.

“take it off.” He ordered. You know exactly what he meant. You pulled down your tight leggings revealing your lacy black lingerie underneath.

“fuck..” he muttered under his breath. He pressed his fingers over your wet panties. “so wet for me love..”, he softly pushed aside your panties so he could have access to your needy cunt.

“Alright..” His hand traveled down your body and caressed your thigh. He kissed your neck and then gently nibbled your earlobe. He felt your breathing speed up, and took it as a sign that you were enjoying what he was doing. He continued to kiss your neck gently, nibbling softly with his lips, and then your chin. A soft moan left your lips, and he smirked.

He held onto your hips tightly that you were sure that it would leave bruises. He moved you so that you were right on top his cock.

He slowly pulled you down on his hard cock. You moaned softly feeling his cock stretching you out so blissfully. You could feel how thick his girth was.

He kept pulling you down in his cock until he was all in while he kept muttering curse words cause how tight and wet your pussy wet for him.

He started kissing you passionately and aggressively as he started thrusting into you but ensuring that his cock went fully inside each time making you moan.

“so fucking tight for me..” He groaned into your ears as his thrusts seemed to get more aggressive and faster. But, your moans seemed to get louder so he pressed his hand tightly against your mouth. “shh..” he whispered in your ears as his cock went so deep and hard into you.

You were going dumb cause how good it felt. His cock was hitting the right spots each time. He spanked your ass couple of time before he started playing with your clit too now.

You were a mess. Your mind was clouded with thoughts about him only. He kept muttering and whispering sweet nothing in your ears, while he kept his hand pressed against your mouth.

But, suddenly you felt his slams into your hips become harder, you knew he was about to cum. “gonna let me cum in your wet fertile cunt for me? yeah love?”, you nodded your head unable to form words.

“cum for me love, cum.” You immediately felt yourself cum as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You could felt the hot thick spurts of his cum fill your womb. He kept thrusting in you softly as you both rode out your high.

He laughed softly and smiled. So did you. His eyes had a hint of lust still present in them. Round 2 was just about to begin.

The rest of the ride was filled with soft laughter and heavy breathing. After it was done, Ghost looked at you affectionately. “Well.. that was something.” He chuckled.

He slowly pulled out of you and you could see him cum leaking out your pussy. Ghost watched it with fascination as he softly pressed his fingers on your leaking hole and whispered in your ears, “can’t let a drop go to waste..”

You smiled softly and whispered, “I can’t believe we fucked in a trunk.”

“And nobody will ever find out. We really have to keep this a secret. We’re in the same unit, that would be bad..” He whispered, he wanted to be with you. The mission meant nothing now, in his mind he had already decided he wanted you. In his head, he knew the chances were small, but he was going to make his move now, and see how you reacted.

“I know..” you whispered. “You don’t look upset about it..” He smirked, the moonlight still pouring in to illuminate his gorgeous face. He tilted his head up slightly, studying you with a smirk. He could see your cheeks were red, and your hair was slightly disheveled. Even if you looked like a mess, you looked adorable to him.

“What can I do, I can’t seem to stay away from you..” you smiled blushing. This was the answer he had been waiting for. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really?” He chuckled nervously. The answer was obvious but he wanted to hear you actually say it. You were a good girl and he was a bad boy, and he knew that. He felt guilty by doing this to you but it was too late, he couldn’t deny himself what he wanted.

Before you could respond, the truck came to a halt and you heard the engine turn off. Then the sound of multiple boots hitting the floorboard was heard. “Everyone out! We’re back at base..” one of your fellow soldiers yelled. You and Ghost both looked at each other awkwardly. You had spent the past few hours making love (more like fucking like rabbits), now you were being greeted with the outside world again.

The truck had reached its destination, base camp. You felt sad. Reality hit you like a literal truck. “well this was fun..” you whispered trying for sound not sad, you opened the trunk.

“Mhmm.” Was all he was able to reply with. He was deep in thought. His heart was saying to ask you out, but his mind knew it wasn’t the right time. “Right.. Uhm I should go and debrief with the others. I’ll see you around okay.” He got up and took a step outside the truck.

“okay.” You muttered as you admired him. You didn’t know when you would get the chance tone this close to him again so you kept looking at him, memorising his face.

You softly got out of the trunk and stood on the ground. You felt so sore and it was tough for you to walk. You could feel his cum still inside of you.

You heard the click of the truck trunk closing and then you were alone. Slowly, you dusted off your uniform. You wanted to be angry with him, but deep down you secretly enjoyed the afternoon. You were just starting to get over him when you spotted him. Ghost was walking over to his tent, he noticed you looking at him. He shot you a wink, and then disappeared. You sighed and made your way back to your tent.

[altrodent]

Freckled Delight

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Just a lover boy getting flustered over the fact that his lover likes kissing his freckles 🤭💕

Word Count: 580

“Where do you think you’re going?” Adrian turned around to see you leaning against the doorframe, he held his mask in his hands “Oh, Peacemaker asked me if I wanted to go blow up stuff in his yard again!” He smiles as brightly as he always has, and this still makes you fall head over heels, just as it always had. “Aren’t you forgetting something” as smirk grew on your face and his face turns into a confused and serious one. “Uh… I have my keys, and I left my wallet so I don’t lose it… again-“ you pushed yourself away from the doorframe and made your way over to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His face shifts back into a happy and slightly sinful look “Oh… I still don’t know what I forgot, but this is more important.” He smiles and holds your waist as your lips meet his. He smiles, even while kissing, and before you pull away you can even hear his goofy little chuckle. And though he bragged about it a lot, and I mean a lot, you always knew that he loved you. “Stay a little bit longer…?” He breathes a laugh and scratches the back of his neck “I don’t know baby, I mean… I want to, but I don’t want to leave Chris hanging, you know?” You pout “Alright, have fun Adri…” You place a small kiss on his cheek right before walking to the living room. Only a couple of minutes pass before you see the handsome, un-vigilanted man, only wearing his comfy lounge pants and putting his glasses on. He walks to his side of the couch, which is comfortably next to yours, and leans into the plush pillows. The slight touch of your shoulders together creates a blossoming embrace that allows you to put your head on his shoulder and make him go lovey. “Am I too late on the ‘stay-home’ offer?” He asked as his playful grin came back. You pretend to think “I don’t know…” you smirk before he opens room for you to shift onto him in a way that your legs can hang off the arm of the couch and touch his soft and beautiful face. You gently bury your face into his neck, as his chest rumbles with every giggle. Though, maybe something sparked inside of you that made this devilish idea pop up, but you know his weakness, and he’s right where you want him. Gradually you start kissing the individual freckles that ran along his shoulders, neck, and chest. He immediately starts shuffling and chuckling, he’s always been sensitive to tickles but nobody else knows that but you… and maybe peacemaker. “What are you doing- stop that tickles!” He laughs gentle pushing your face away from his neck before longingly gazing into you. “I love you.” He raises one of his worn yet soft hands to your face and cradles your cheek as if you were made of porcelain. “I love you too.” He leans in to claim your lips, to deliver you a tender and passionate kiss. And before you get to relax in this place, he pulls away. He smiles again before quickly tousling your hair “Wanna go blow up some stuff with me and Chris?” You smile brightly “I would love to” he quickly picks you up and lets you cling onto him like a Koala before grabbing his mask and suit to go.

(A/N): I love Adrian so much, I’m sorry it it got a little out of character 😭. P.S I wanted to do like an episode x reader thing but it ended up super cringe… I might try again though 👀❤️

[belamourelysianlimerence]

NSFW Jack Frost

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

Jack Frost is very gentle with you after sex. His touches are soft, and he treats you like you're very fragile.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He prefers your warmth compared to an actual body part. Eyes maybe.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

N/A

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You are the only one that makes him weak while he is still Jack Frost.

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

Some would think so, because of his charisma, he's not a virgin, but he can tailor to your needs and adapt quickly.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Most likely missionary, but of course there's variations of said position. He likes being able to touch you everywhere.

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

He can be humorous if your feeling nervous, and very seductive if you're in the mood for that. He can tease and be playful too when you're shy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

...HoW the FuCk Do I aNsWeR tHiS!?

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

His body temperature vastly differs from yours, so it makes for interesting sensations for both of you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

No need unless you're involved.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Temperature play can be fun.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Most comfortable, and convenient. Although... he does have that condo...on the beach...

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

'That's for me to know, and you to audition.' *smacks arm* "Where did you come from!?"

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

'I'm not a dirty kind of guy. I'm quite vanilla, but I'm not opposed to spiked punch.' "What are you talking about??" .....I don't know anymore.'

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

'Both.'

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

'Well, I'm not a snail. Though I do like to tease. But, I'm not a turbo rocket either. You flick the abacus.' .....🤦🏻‍♀️

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

'Fun!'

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

'Well, I'm not going to skydive..'

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

'Despite the fact that I am a legendary figure, does not mean I'm Superman.'

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

'I don't need them. Though I've found some.' "SSSHHHhhHhhhhh..."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

*chuckles*

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

'The walls in our home are very well insulated.' "Knock it off, I'm not a screamer." 'Yet.'

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

"I personally think his eyes and his voice are his biggest turn on for me. Especially when he's teasing, and that smirk. I'm getting warm." 'I can help with that.'

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

'I am impervious.'

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

'I'm normal. Set to drive.' *Giggles*

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

'She tanks me.'

*huphh* "Why..." *covers face*

@definitelyy-not-a-vampire I did it!

[leahsflwer]

Steven Grant imagine - Smut

⚠️ Smut warning, adult content ⚠️

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Walking into a late night shift was not usually fun, but as soon as I spotted Stephen grabbing things from Donna's hands I felt a sense of ease rush over me. Donna scolded Steven for not being more responsible before spotting me.

"Ah Y/N perfect, make sure you both finish scanning and sorting out all those carts over there and lock it up for the night, alright? Now I'll be off I have a date" she sighed and I nodded

"Enjoy your date Donna" I smiled and she just walked out without speaking making me turn to Steven rolling me eyes

"She needs some manners" I laughed

"She ain't a nice person someday s but you cant really say anything to your boss, without getting fired ayé" he spoke in his strong accent.

I chuckled at his words and nodded before walking over to the counter and spotting all the carts of things to scan and put away. My teeth clenching together in annoyance. Grabbing my phone I put on some music and sat down scanning products in the first out of fifteen carts. Steven sitting beside me and scanning things from the second cart, looking over at me. I noticed the stare ans peaked over at him.

"Have I told you about The Girl With the Rose-Red Slippers?" He spoke up and I shook my head making him hide his face in his hands and then laugh gently

"Ah well shall I tell you it?" He smiled.

My head nodding in return listening as he spoke to me about this Egyptian myth. He loved to tell me all about these stories, facts and myths. But i didn't mind, I enjoyed the talks we had even if it was mostly me listening to him rant on. His hair was more curly today, one piece falling onto his forehead, curly as ever and making me wonder how springy it may be if I touched it. His pink lips catching my eyes as he spoke.

"The Cinderella story came from this, a Greek girl named Rhodopis who was sold into slavery in Egypt." He continued

His lips looking soft ans plump making me wonder how good they would feel pressed against mine. His eyes going from my eyes to around the room as he used his hands to gesture each thing as he spoke.

"A very kind man bought her and, in turn, provided her with a home and showered her with beautiful gifts. One day, an eagle swooped down and stole one of her rose-red slippers. It was delivered to the pharaoh Amasis." He said and I managed to nod as my eyes took in the details of his dark eyes

Steven's dark eyes made my body feel weak and good all at once. His gaze stared right back at me even when I closed my eyes I could see him. He was on my mind a lot to the point were I have to try and pretend he's a happily taken man, even though I know he's single and my close friend. I just cant fall in love with someone. The last time I fell for a man and told him I had never kissed anyone he laughed and called me 'virgin freak'. It was a putrid name that still echos in my mind.

"Amasis asked to meet the owner of that slipper and the rest, shall we say, is history. The two fell so deeply in love they even died on the same day." He said almost gasping at the end

"Its quite romantic I think, falling in love so deeply that the gods had them never even part for a day, as they died together, cute love story that always makes me smile" he chuckled

"Thats a cute story actually.." I smiled with a sigh making Steven frown

"You alright? Im not boring you am I?" He asked

"No! Not at all. I enjoy all the myths and facts you tell me, I've always had to be the talker, I hated it I much prefer to be the listener" I nodded and he understood with a soft smile

"My talking is a lot innit" he chuckled with his strong accent making me flustered

"I love your talking Steven don't worry so much" I chuckled and continued to beep products and placing them down on the counter.

The rest of the night contained of us doing our job as I listened to Steven talk more and more, me reassuring him to continue and that im interested in what he was saying at all times. Finally we had finished scanning and had to put the things away on shelves. Steven going to the other side of the gift shop and me trying to reach the top shelf but struggling. Steven suddenly coming up behind me and placing a step down.

"Here you are darlin' don't fall aye?" He smiled and continued what he was doing

"T-Thanks Steven" I spoke but he just nodded and continued putting things on display.

I could finally reach the shelf and places all the plushies on it making it look beautiful and appealing to customers. Reaching my hand down in the box to get the last one, standing back up but on a bit of a lean, causing me to fall back and off the step. Hitting my head hard on another box besides Steven who quickly helped me back up, his hand landing on my cheek as he looked for any injuries.

"Im aight Steven" I sighed and got lost in his dark eyes again, it wasn't what my mind wanted but it was exactly what my heart wanted

"You sure? Here sit down and I'll finish this last box yeah?" He spoke and he lifted me onto the desk and left me to put things away.

He was driving me mad, he was so sweet and the perfect definition of a gentleman. It has my heart racing around in my chest, filling my stomach with butterflies ans giving my mind new thoughts and ideas. He had me going insane. I wanted him to be a rude person so I could hate him, but he wasn't. That annoyed me.

He finally finished and took me off the desk gently as he held onto my hips. I gulped at the touch and just smiled in return. Thanking him and following him as we locked the museum up for the night him turning to face me.

"Shall I walk you to the bus then darlin?" He smiled with his strong accent causing me to blush and feel hot in the face

"Actually Steven, can I stay at your place tonight?" I spoke up finally.

So many times has Steven asked me the same question and I wanted to reply with that. Tonight I finally said it. Id rather be rejected then feel the pain of holding in so many ideas and thoughts. Steven staring down at me with wide eyes. His lips slightly parted as if I stole his only words.

"W-Well I suppose if you want to you can, yea' ah let's go then" he chuckled awkwardly.

Which I followed him to his flat. Looking into the elevator mirror noticing Steven was quiet and looking down at me, his breath slightly hitched, telling me he felt nervous, perhaps he had never had someone at his flat before so I laughed to myself and then realised I had never been alone at a guys place before so I gulped.

He pointed out different things in his little place and I just smiled at then found his fish smiling st it, watching the golden creature swim around.

"Does it have a name?" I asked him

"Name? Oh yeah he's called Gus" he replied

"Awe Gus you're so cute and unique, you're lucky to have such a good father, hmm?" I chuckled and could see Steven staring at me from the reflection on the glass fish tank

"Y-yes I take good care of him." He laughed

Wondering over to his bed I spotted the chains and restrains on his bed making me smirk up at Steven who was looking nervous.

"Steven I had no idea you were kinky" I grinned

"Oh no! I use those because I sleep walk.. that why I have so much tape in the bin there.. im bad with it sometimes" he sighed and sat beside me

"Sleepwalker huh? Thats pretty cool" I smiled and he looked like he had seen a cute puppy, a smile plastered on his face, glowing eyes

"You think its cool? Not weird or something?" He questioned me

"No I thinks its hella cool Steven" I chuckled and lifted up the restrains taking in all of it.

Steven looking at me as I fiddle with it.

"Wanna try it out?" Steven asked me and I gulped.

Never in a million worlds did I expect, sweet, nerdy and funny Steven Grant to ask me if I wanted to be restrained to his bed. A shiver running down my spine. Steven just innocently looming over at me as id he said nothing.

"You want to restrain me to your bed..?" I asked

"Ah sorry I meant, like see how I put it on at night!!" He panicked and so did I taking a sigh of both relief and disappointment

"So you don't want to restrain me right now?" I chuckled only playing a joke

"Well.. its a thought in my mind.. but.." he stuttered making me flustered

I stood up and peaked over at his books and picked one out pretending I was interested in it which I usually would be but I was too flustered to think currently. Peaking up I saw Steven running his hand threw his dark hair.

Im body had enough, I made my way over to him again and finally played with his hair, his curls exactly the way I imagined. A smile on my face that couldn't leave. Understanding he was looking up at me with cute, dark eyes had me weak in the knees. His hands landing on my waist and pulling me onto his lap, I gasped at the feeling of my area slamming down onto his lap.

"Ive liked you ever since you first spoke to me on your first day at the museum, you just seem to become more and more what I want, ive wanted to kiss you for so long Y/N, can I kiss you darling?" He grins at me still holding my hips.

Nervously I gulp and nod in agreement.

He leans in close and his lips finally touch mine, the heat crashing between each movement we made. This was a much needed kiss that I had been begging and imagining for everyday.

Steven laying me on the bed his Hand's leaving my hips and moving up slowly sneaking under my shirt, his kisses leaving my lips down to my neck and collarbone. I imagined a side of Steven like this but never thought it was real. He stopped and looked down at me.

"Are you sure you want any of this? I don't want you to regret anything or feel uncomfortable at all" he asked making me feel safe and loved

"Im sure, I trust you Steven" I nodded and he smiled softly.

Continuing his kisses as he pulled my shirt up and over my head exposing my white bra. He smirked at it and kissed my stomach softly. Holding onto the waist line of my shorts looking up for permission which I granted with a nod. He pulled them down along with my panties. His cold fingers touching my warm folds.

"Ive never really done this so let me know if I should change anything" he stated.

His two fingers slowly entering me making my hips buck forward, his fingers were much bigger then mine. A soft moan escaping my mouth. Giving him a confidence boost to move in and out, which felt good but something was missing.

"Steven fuck- that feels good, u-use your tongue here- fuck!" I whimpered almost from his fingers curling inside me, his tongue gliding around my clit making me throw my head back in pleasure and hold onto his curly hair in pleasure.

My hips moving up and down to feel more of Steven. The rush causing me to moan out loud and my legs to shake as my orgasm finally came over me. Steven removing his fingers and cleaning them with his tongue making me want him even more now. He removed my bra his hands shaking telling me he had never removed clothing off a women like this before.

Steven throwing it somewhere in the room. Then picking me up and placing me on the other side of the bed, his tight grip on my wrists making me gasp as he grabbed the restraining me to his bed. I thought he was only joking but yet here i'am completely venerable to him with my body exposed and those eyes pinned on my body. His hands running down to my hips with a smile on his face making me nervous.

I moved to remove his clothes but was stopped with a jolt of tightness around my wrists that were tied together above my head. Steven smiled at me and removed his shirt himself. My body wanted to lift my hands up and touch his tanned body but I couldn't.

He removed his pants and boxers making me gulp and feel nerves rush over me. Steven was bigger than I was expecting. He kissed my forehead and the sweet Steven came back to me for a second.

"You ready? We can stop anytime you want" he smiled and I nodded in return feeling looked after.

He realised he didn't have protection but I smiled to tell him it's alright and his cock rubbed on my clit making me grip the cuff around my wrists.

His cock slowly pushing inside of me making me moan and pull tighter on the cuff. He stretched me out perfectly making pleasure flood threw me. Steven kissed my lips passionately as he pushed it all the way in causing me to moan into the kiss.

"Mm Steven you make me feel so good" I moaned out feeling so flustered and shy underneath him.

Steven's pace fastened as he gripped onto my hips definitely leaving a mark.

"Fuck- Steven.." I moaned as I felt myself orgasm once more but Steven didn't slow down, overstimulating me.

He placed my legs on his shoulders and pounded into me moans from me and his grunts was all that could be heard, featuring the sounds of are skin clapping.

Soon we were laying together me on his chest catching our breaths with a smile. He kissed my forehead and I looked up at him kissing his plump lips.

[beommiya]

The next question made Xuan snort. "Do you really have to ask? I am a simple man after all, I have cravings too and when I see someone as beautiful and appealing as you... Well... I guess you can tell what kind of thoughts run through my head. Especially when that beautiful someone ticks every box of my type." The last part makes him grin as he says it, aware of the fact that Kibum was secretly looking at him from under that blanket. "As for what I would have done if you were awake and gave me your consent back in the bathroom... To put it simple, I would have taken off my clothes and joined you in that warm water. Maybe even washed your back if you asked me nicely!" Xuan then chuckles and sighs in a dreamy way. Was Bum asking these questions because he was interested in him in a romantic way? He could only hope it was the case.

Xuan never did anything without consent. It was one of the rules he had imposed to himself, especially given the fact that he hated human traffickers for what they did and how they stole people's power over their own bodies. So even if he would have desired Kibum, he wasn't going to lay a single finger on him in a sexual way if he hadn't the young man's accord for it. And this was yet another reason for why he got the sofa, to avoid risking touching Kibum in any inappropriate ways while they were asleep. "Consent is sexy, that is one of my rules." The young mob concluded and looked back in Bum's direction.

The hand dangling by the side of the bed was like a silent whisper of wanting to be hold and it only made Xuan's desire of reaching out to Kibum grow even stronger the more he looked at it. In a moment of weakness, thinking that Kibum must've finally gone to sleep since he had gone silent for a while, Xuan raised his own hand, trying to reach out to him. But of course, given that their beds were pretty far from one another, he couldn't touch Kibum's hand.

Xuan let out another sigh, but this time a more silent one, when Kibum's voice startled him again. "Ah... You don't?" The fact surprised him, even if he deep down his heart was jumping with joy in his chest. "I'm glad then... I don't hate you either." Finally, after having felt so hopeless, a faint smile made its way back onto Xuan's lips.

Xuan's extremely blunt answers were making him feel a bit giddy on the inside, covering half of his face with the blanket so Xuan could never witness the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. The compliment flattered him more than he would ever liked to admit. So this is what it felt like to flirt with someone close to his age, there were butterflies in his stomach and not creeps up his skin. "The bath was really nice, though...I wish you were there with me. I'm sure that would have kept me awake" he said, already picturing taking a bath with him, the sensation of skin on skin becoming more and more real the more he imagined. The confession was just as blunt as Xuan's words. "If I asked nicely? Hmm, would asking nicely also give me a nice back massage too, I feel so tense~?" he decided to keep pushing his luck with the conversation, it felt so natural and it was actually really fun flirting for the first time.

The silence that followed was not awkward and he loved that. He assumed that Xuan must have been sound asleep but he responded back to his little remark. What Xuan said about not hating him either made him laugh into his pillow. "Hate me? What would you even hate me for?" he complained in a joking manner, even throwing a pillow at Xuan in a playful way. The atmosphere was both light and heavy, but heavy in a good way if one could even say that. That night really changed something within Kibum, he felt almost as if the weight of the world got lift off his shoulders. "I will shut up now and let you sleep though...you had a long day hunting me down, breaking me apart and then pulling me back together" he said in a soft voice. "Thank you, by the way...and sweet dreams" a sigh of contentment leaving his lips while looking over at Xuan one last time before finally closing his eyes.

@phoenix-of-jade

[oetravia]

Brainia + Face Touches

[forever-rogue]

Hi! I have a Frankie x Reader request for you don’t mind? Could you do one where reader is in a car accident? I was just in one today and I need some fluff in my life after that. Thank you 🥺

AN | Best Husband Frankie is back at it again. I hope you’re feeling better bb! 🥺🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Mentions of injury

Word Count | 1.5k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When Frankie woke up, he reached over to your side of the bed, wanting to pull you into his arms. Much to his dismay, he didn’t find you…he didn’t even find any lingering heat on the sheets or your pillow. Grumbling to himself, he pushed the covers back, ready to seek you and steer you back into your bed of warm, soft blankets. Knowing how you were, there was no doubt in his mind that you were probably making breakfast or cleaning up the kitchen. Or both. 

He didn’t even bother to grab a shirt, stretching and yawning as he walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs in only his boxers. He stopped at the bottom of the staircase, just before that last creaky, groaning step and listened for you. Sure enough there was the sound of you humming lightly along to whatever you had playing on your phone. 

“Bee?” he hopped onto the floor and padded his way down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. He found you leaning against the counter, a frown on your face as you studied the cast on your leg, “baby, what are you doing?”

“Hiya,” you offered him a sheepish smile as our face warmed up, “just…ugh, attempting to make breakfast. It’s proving to be a little harder than I thought.”

“You should be in bed,” he huffed, coming over to help you back upstairs, “let me come make breakfast. Let me take care of you.”

“I don’t…” you paused and waved your hands in exasperation. You had been struggling to keep it together and the gentle way he looked at was enough to push you over the edge. Tears that had been prickling at the back of your eyes pearled up and ran down your cheeks, “I hate this. I can’t do anything for myself and I feel like I have to depend on you for everything, and I hate doing that. It’s not you, I just…I like to be independent. I can’t even drive and it takes an eternity just to get up and down the stairs, bathing sucks, I can…I hate this.”

“My little bee,” he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he soothingly rubbed your back while you got your tears and cried into his chest, “I can’t imagine what you must be going through right now. I wish I could take it all away from you and deal with it myself. But you have to remember that you were in a car accident, your body needs to heal. You have to let it do what it needs. Rest and taking it easy is the best way to do that.”

“Well I hate it,” you huffed lightly, “it’s so stupid, why my did my dumb leg have to break? Such a weak ass.”

“Baby,” he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at your little rant, “I know it’s no fun, but think about it this way. I am at your mercy, your beck and call, until that cast comes off. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll take care of you. However and whenever you want.”

The sentiment put a small smile on your face, despite the fact that you were reluctant to give up any sort of freedom. But you knew, as you had just told him, that the next few weeks were going to be challenging no matter what. Until your body had time to recuperate and your leg was taken out of the cast you were sort of…stuck. As much as you hated it, there really wasn’t much of a choice.

“What did I do to deserve a husband like you?” you touched his face, lightly scratching along his patchy stubble, “I love you, Francisco. I know I’m going to be an absolute bear over the next few weeks, so I’ll thank you in advance for being the most wonderful person in this world. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know you’d do the same for me,” he kissed the top of your head, “it’s not a chore or burden to take care of you, baby. I want to help you and I want you to get better as soon as possible.”

“I guess I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?”

“Not at all,” he agreed, chuckling lightly as you pouted at him, “I promise it won’t be so bad. And you can work from home at least.”

“I’ll be like a prisoner,” a dramatic sigh escaped your lips, “you’ll be out working and I’ll be home alone all day. I’ll go mad, absolutely mad!”

“I’ll take some time off work,” he insisted softly, knowing that you would never ask him to do such a thing. You would have done the same thing for him without a moment of hesitation, so you shouldn’t be surprised that he would do it for you, “I can cut back my hours to make sure I’m home for you…and on my days off, I promise I’ll take you to the beach, or river, or whatever you want. The cast will be off before you know it.”

“Francisco,” you watched his big brown eyes soften with affection at the sound of his name, “thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he whispered, “and look at it this way - a broken leg with a cast and a sore body is much better than the alternative. This is fixable - mendable - and you’re okay. I don’t know what I would have…if something had happened to you, bee.”

“I know,” you put a finger to his lips and gently shushed him, “I’m okay…we’re okay. This will get better…it’ll just take patience. But you’re right. The bright side is that I will be okay and that I’ll get to see my handsome husband even more. Who can complain about that?”

“Not the man that gets to spend time with his beautiful wife.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next month might have been one of the hardest ones…it definitely tested your patience and you were sure that it did the same for Frankie. He’d made good on his promise and took the first two weeks off work to be home with you. That was the easy part - you always loved spending time with him and found that you never grew tired or weary having him around all the time. That was one of the beautiful things about your relationship.

The next three weeks after that he dramatically cut down his hours at work. It helped that he was his own boss (along with his best friend Santi) and he could do whatever he needed. It gave you some time to get used to trying to do things for yourself, to ease back into them, and gave you some space. You were sure that Frankie appreciated a little bit of separation too. As much as you adored your time together, a little bit of alone time was important too. And he had been right, it really did give you time to let your body rest and heal. Slowly but surely, your body and mind started to feel better. 

“Good news,” you grinned at Frankie as he came into the kitchen, carrying a large bouquet of tulips and daisies. He held them out to you with a small smile which just caused you to melt. He really was the best thing ever, “Francisco…they’re beautiful. I…why?”

“Not to be totally nosey, but I overheard your call earlier and I’m assuming the good news is that your cast comes off in a few days?” a flush of pink rose up in his cheeks as he just smiled and you nodded. He set the flowers down before pulling into a tight hug, “see, bee, you managed to survive!”

“It wasn’t always easy,” you admitted with a sigh, “I’m no angel, and you have the patience of a saint. I love you.”

“I think it goes both ways,” he insisted, “I love you too. I have an idea!”

“Oh?”

“How about we go to the cabin this weekend, once your cast is off?” his soft sable eyes were wide with excitement, “a few days of fresh air and freedom. Maybe that’s what we both need right now.”

“Brilliant idea,” you kissed his cheek, “let’s do it. I…thank you, Francisco. I love you beyond words.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, “my gorgeous girl, my bee. I’m so glad you're okay - you’re here.”

“Me too, my love,” you promised, “no place I’d rather be. Nothing could ever keep me from you. That’s a promise I intend to keep.”

“Same here, bee. Same here.”

[erwinscrybaby]

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧.

male character x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. doggy style, creampie, implied student+professor relationship, char is against any kind of porn, age gap (ten years), manipulation, coercion.

note: i'm not against sex workers! just took the idea from my bf's opinion about it lol. also, i thought about many guys while writing it and couldn't decide between risotto nero (i feel he's be sooo anti porn), hajime and eren hcdsvgx

1.034 words.

masterlist

By dating you, a college girl ten years younger, he wished he was fucking some sense into your air head. He had talked with you about how dangerous it is to go around selling lewd pictures of your naked, hot, delicious body. It isn’t as cool as your friends make it seem, it has consequences and a good and smart girl like you should not think about it as a simple option of getting easy money, if that’s what you’re afraid of. You should not think about opening an account on OnlyFans.com just for fun at all; you should not think about uploading videos of you masturbating in front of the camera he uses to record his online classes.

He has told you that if you can’t follow this simple rule—don’t fucking mess with pornography while dating him—he was going to break up and let you do what you want to do.

So, when he finds not only those kind of videos on his SD card, but also sexy lingerie photosets that had as the scenario his bed, he feels the bitter feeling of betrayal—but also can’t help the erection in his trousers, the hand stroking his length over the fabric. Fuck you and your pretty voice and body doing a great job at the JOI video that does not seem to him only.

It is fucking disgusting, as a man that disagrees a hundred percent with pornography and its tricks, the fact he has to admit you’d be a damn star. If he were a teenager, he’d absolutely jerk off hearing your voice every day and put your pictures on his door.

Yet, he can’t let things like this.

In a matter of minutes you’re on your hands and knees, ass up, as his palm slowly caresses it, the bruise of his hand still there. His hands don’t smack you anymore, but your legs are shaky, your body is weak just with the thought of receiving one more slap. His hand is as heavy as his dick fucking you painfully slow, asking you a lot of questions you don’t seem to understand.

“You’re more stupid than I thought before, hm, little girl?” His words are sharp, but his touch is careful, soft. With a buck of his hips, hard enough to have your tears filled up with tears once more, he continues. “Did you want me to break up with you? Being a slut like this. I thought you were so smart, despite finding the idea of being a porn star something cool.”

His hands find your breasts and he presses them together, leaning over you a little more. You squirm and look back at him, panting, with parted lips, tongue poking out of your mouth. Oh, and eyes full of tears, cheeks wet with it. You did that face when you put that tentacle dildo into your cunt, didn’t you?

How could he fucking forget the videos you’ve accidentally recorded on his camera?

“N-no, just wanted to see if…” You answer him for the first time—finally! He knew you’re not that dumb, for god’s sake. He pushes himself into you once more and you gasp before finishing your sentence. “If I’d look pretty.”

“Disappointing, sweetheart,” he replies with a groan. “Nothing I say about you enters your stupid brain, am I right? You don’t believe when I say you’re the prettiest girl, my fuck doll. You don’t believe when I say porn isn’t that nice for girls, especially with psychological issues. Finger that tight cunt when I’m not at home as you’re trying to convince me you can be a good little porn slut.”

“Sorry,” you manage to babble, squeezing your eyes when he thrusts especially hard, his length reaching deep into you. You can’t properly think—yes, you’re feeling guilty, yes, you’re feeling stupid. But apologizing is the only thing you can do.

“When I don’t let you cum, is for your own good, you know it, baby?” He whispers, his pace even harder as he ignores your gaze, your silent beg for him to touch your aching clit.

It’s so good when he fucks you, his tip rubbing your g-spot for a few moments then leaving, just to restart the cycle, but not enough to make you cum.

“Gotta fuck some sense into your brain. You’re so good at college, why can’t you be good to me? Forget about that camgirl idea. If you need money, I can give it to you,” he mumbles, never stopping his thrusts, his stroke on your skin. You’re so weak, so broken that he’s sure he can make you promise you’ll never make an account on Patreon or OnlyFans. Such a fool young girl—just take some hard dick and he can control every centimeter of your manipulable brain. “If you feel like trying exhibitionism, you know I’d fuck you for any friend of yours, or even my friends. Doesn’t need to expose your body on internet, hm? Am I wrong?”

“Let me… cum, please?” You beg, mumbling, throat aching as you try to speak louder. “I do anything for you, just make me cum.”

“Hm? Anything?”

See? That’s what he was talking about. You’re such a horny girl, ready to do anything just to cum. But he can’t—what kind of responsible man would he be if he doesn’t fulfill his words and promises and punishments?

“Promise me you’re not going to make a profile on those websites,” he groans. “Just need this and I can fill you up, make you my cumslut.”

“Yes, yes, yes, just cum inside me” you nod multiple times, sobbing. He’s sure your mind is so dizzy you can’t even understand what he is saying. He doesn’t care, though. Just need the ‘yes’, no matter how he made you say it. So, he’s glad when you say this. For the first time, he doesn’t pull out when his orgasm hits, filling your cunt with his seed, fucking it even deeper as he struggles to stay still.

“Good. You’re so good.”

Now, the only thing that could ever make him break up with you is gone—if you want to, you’re staying with him forever.

[snortlaughs]

for the drabble request, could u please do a lee!hunter with ler!luz, where hunter decides to annoy luz all day, so for payback she just decides to wreck him with tickles?

yes~! (o˘◡˘o) thank you for your ask!

slow down!

fandom: the owl house

pairing: none! please don’t tag as ship!

characters included: ler!luz, lee!hunter

word count: 658

genre: fluff!

warnings: none

author’s note: AHHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET DONE ENJOYYYY~! 

"hey, luuuuz~!" hunter sing-songed, nudging his friend (and, newly, sister figure) who was sitting next to him with his elbow. "is that another text from amity~?"

luz looked over at him and stuck her tongue out before shifting her gaze back to her device.

"you have been especially irritating today, hunter." the human retorted. "you can just say that you want to hang out with me without being a thorn in my side."

"...and, yes, it is."

the way that luz spoke made it sound like she was kidding about hunter wanting to spend time with her, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in surprise when she said that.

he did want to hang out with her. he was never, not in a million years, going to admit that, but he did.

she was... fun.

hunter's nicked ear twitched as he huffed out a sigh.

"whatever..." he muttered, brushing off luz's snide remark. "it doesn't matter. i'm sure that whatever you guys are talking about is lame, anyway."

luz puffed out her cheeks and gently put her cat-shaped device down.

"oh, you asked for it, you doofus!"

she stealthily turned towards the wavy-haired boy and dug her nimble fingers into his ribs.

he let out a squawk and fell to his side in surprise, which gave luz leeway to scramble onto his waist and firmly hold him down.

at this point, he was trapped.

“l—luhuhuz! AH!”

the laugh that broke out of him following these words was… frankly, absurd.

wonderful, but absurd.

it seemed so unlike him. unlike the version of himself that he showed everyone, anyway.

it was warm, it was boisterous, it was unique. it bubbled out of his mouth like it had been held inside for far too long; as if he had just released an immense pressure from his body.

he screeched, and then fell into peals of clunky, loud laughter. it was like he hadn’t laughed in a while — like he was out of practice.

“wow, hunt!” the human chuckled, shifting her hands between hunter’s sensitive sides and ribs. “your laugh is so nice! i don’t think that i have ever heard you laugh like this!”

hunter attempted to push luz’s taunting hands away through his uncontrollable chuckles, but his arms were far too weak. 

already.

even though luz had just started.

“nohohohohoho!” hunter screeched, kicking his legs frantically and shifting under luz’s weight. “dohohon’t complimehehehent mehehe!”

luz grinned mischievously, intrigued by her friend’s request. 

“ooooohhhh... i thought that you loved compliments, though. do they make the tickles worse, hmmm~?” 

the boy attempted to mold his huge grin into a pout, but he failed miserably. 

he was all smiles.

in fact, he almost looked bashful.

“yohohohou’re just embarahahahassing me becahahahause you thihihink it’s fuhuhunny! you are being unfahahair!”

as he spoke, a hefty snort broke out, which made him slap his hand over his mouth and look into luz’s eyes as if he was making a silent plea for her not to say anything about it. 

“aww, are you getting shy, bad boy?” luz teased, now scribbling her nails on hunter’s soft belly. “you’re getting so red! also, you’re right. i do think that it’s funny to embarrass you.”

“also, i am choosing not to say anything about that ridiculous snort right now, but you should know that i won’t be forgetting about it.”

“LUHUHUHUZ!” the blonde whined, covering his warm face with his hands to hide from his attacker’s knowing gaze. “plehehehehease!”

“please what~?”

“plehehehease go slohohower!” he shrieked from under his palms, overtaken by his own laughter. “ahahahand (snort) quihihihit teheheasing!”

luz raised her eyebrows and momentarily lightened her touch. 

“‘go slower’, you say...?” the girl playfully taunted, poking at her brother figure’s sides — further sending him into hysterical giggles. “why didn’t you say ‘stop’?”

“oh, come OHOHOHONNNN!” hunter cried. “i have alreheheheady (snort) said ENOHOHOUGH! nohohow you’re just pihihihicking on meeee!”

[softiem]

you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face. 

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– – – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

[crybabyalexxx]

The One Where Peter Parker Is A Sub

Sub!Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that Peter is a sub and she loves every second of it. What could go wrong with a little teasing?

Warnings: submissive peter parker, dom reader, smut of course, BOTH ARE 18+, sex in school, unsafe sex (wrap before you tap)

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a good MINUTE so I'm so sorry if it's not as good. And I also have never written a peterXreader, yup first timer over here. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Word Count: 2k

When you first met Peter Parker, he was a shy and awkward kid. He only really has one friend, Ned, and they were basically inseparable. You and Peter both had English class together and he drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was the little things he did, like the way his eyebrows would rise when he was suddenly called on when he was surprised. The small smile he would make when he got an answer right, then a lightbulb went off in your head.

Peter Parker is a sub.

Of course, you were more than eager to test your little theory, but in order to do that, you had to actually talk to the kid. So you did what any reasonable teenage girl would do, you talked to him. After a few weeks of small talk and occasional flirting, Peter was stuck to you like glue. It was as if you were the missing puzzle piece for the duo. Ned and Peter adored you and couldn't believe a person like you would want to actually hang out with them, you weren't shy at all. You stood up for people in need, you stood up for them. You were quick with your comebacks, you were extremely funny and nerdy. Not to mention extremely sassy, god you were so sassy and Peter felt intoxicated every time he was with you.

Peter wondered if Ned felt this way with you too if everyone felt this way when they were with you. He wouldn't blame them if they did, but he felt a pang of jealousy every time he thought about other people liking you the way he did. How could he not like you? You were stunning. The way you carried yourself was one of the things he loved most. Like everyone else in school, he couldn't stop looking at you when you first walked into the classroom. Not only because you were absolutely gorgeous but because his spidey senses went crazy the second he saw you. He didn't understand why at first. Maybe it was just a fluke, but then after a few weeks, he noticed it would happen every single time he saw you. It's not like he was complaining though. He had the hardest time focusing when you were in class together though.

He could feel your eyes on him every time, and when his eyes would meet yours you wouldn't look away, you'd just smile and he would blush. He blushed so much with you and you loved it. It was small things that would make the brown-haired boy blush. Like when you’d complement his outfits and the way his biceps look bigger when he wore his blue button-up shirt.

Then there was the touching. Peter thought he would pass out every time you touched him. It started out small, placing your hand on his arm when you would laugh at something he said. Or how you would play with his hair when he'd put his head down while studying. Then he noticed how you would touch him in other places that got his heart racing. You would brush your fingers against his, or when you whispered to him you were lingering a little longer and he could feel your lips brush against his ear. Just that would make his head spin. He didn't know if you knew what you did to him or if you were completely oblivious. He sometimes wishes you would do more though. He would imagine what it would be like to finally have you, to feel your lips against his, your hips flushed against his. The way you’d moan his name. Peter would often get carried away with his thoughts about you, and he didn't care. He was drunk on you and he loved it.

“Hey, Peter?” Peter was lost in his thoughts again and you hated to interrupt him in his thoughts because he looked so cute to you.

Peter jumped slightly, not realizing you had sat beside him. “Oh um, hey y/n! Didn't realize you'd be here so soon.” Peter was slightly flustered from the thought he had of you seconds before you showed.

You noticed the way his blush was slowly making its way down his neck and chest, and how his pupils were blown, and how he was breathing a little harder. He’s horny.

You giggled softly and decided to have a little fun with him today. “Well, i could leave if you'd like and come back-”

“No! I mean, not that’s okay you're here and we should erm, I mean I don't want you to leave.” Peter couldn't seem to stop rambling, and you saw how much the poor boy needed help, and you couldn't just sit there and not help someone in need.

You grabbed Peter's face with both your hands and leaned in close. Peter felt like the entire room froze. He looked down to your lips and prayed that you would kiss him right now because he's been dreaming of it. And you almost did until you heard him whimper, and all you could do was smile.

“Peter Parker, did you just…” you leaned in to whisper into his ear, your lips brushing his ear, “whimper?” You could feel his breath fan against your neck and shoulder. You leaned away from him to find him with his eyes closed and lips parted. When he finally opened his eyes he found you smiling at him. His eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened. “Y/N I am so sorry I don't know what I was thinking!” Before Peter could continue, you stood up and pulled him with you. “Follow me, Parker.”

You pulled Peter out of the library and into an empty classroom. You were glad that school was out and there was practically no one in the halls, which meant you wanted Peter to scream for you. You locked the door as soon as Peter walked in and covered the window just in case anyone decided to pass by.

Peter could feel the hairs on his stand-up straight, he was breathing hard and he could feel the blood rush down and his pants get tighter. He heard the door lock and turned to see you staring back at him. His spidey senses were going off like crazy, and although he knew he wasn't in any type of danger he still felt like prey.

You pushed him into the chair behind the teacher's desk and straddled his hips. “Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want me to stop?” You slowly grind down on him, feeling him grow from beneath you.

Peter’s head was dizzy and he wanted nothing more than for you to continue with what you were doing. His head rolled back when you ground down against him again, his hands flew to your ass to feel the roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop.” He swore this is what heaven felt like.

That was all you needed to hear. You continue to grind down as you start to kiss him. You'd imagine how it would feel to kiss Peter, but you never imagined them to be this soft. If it weren't for the fact that you were in a classroom right now, you would kiss him for hours. You had to pull yourself away from him if you wanted this to go any further.

“Take your clothes off, pretty boy.” Peter seemed to be eager because, by the time you were down to your underwear, Peter was already naked in front of you. The little smirk you gave him made him blush and you moved closer to him.

“I could stare at you all day, but I really want to taste you right now.” You pushed him back down on the chair as you got on your knees. You couldn't believe how massive he was, but you always did love a challenge.

Peter could feel himself grow, the way you were looking at him had him shaking in seconds. He just wanted you to touch him already. The worst part is that his senses were going crazy. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, he could still taste your lips from moments earlier. He could smell you, you must have been soaking and all he wanted to do was please you and let you do whatever you wanted. He just needed you to touch him already.

“Y/N, please.” Peter sounded like a wreck and that is exactly how you wanted him.

“Please what? Use your words, pretty boy.” A little teasing never hurt anybody.

“Please just touch me already! Anything just please I-” Peter’s head fell back as your mouth and tongue finally touched his aching red tip. The way you were sucking and licking was nothing he has ever felt before.

You could feel him shake as you continued to suck his tip. You noticed how tense he seemed as if he was holding himself back. You decided to push a little bit more of him inside your mouth. This seemed to knock the wind out of him because he came leaning forward as if someone punched him. You looked up at him as innocently as possible and couldn't help the moan that came out of you.

Peter swore you were trying to kill him, then when you moaned his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thought he saw stars. Peter could feel the way your tongue moved against him, the way it was pressed against that certain vein. The way your moaning sent vibrations and he didn't think it could get better than that.

The way Peter was gripping the chair made you weak in the knees. If you weren't already on your knees, they would have given out. You looked up at him and couldn't resist the urge to run your hands up his abs and play with his nipples, you felt him twitch in your mouth.

“Y/N I'm- ung- close!” Peter could feel himself get closer to his release and god he wanted it. “Please ride me, please y/n.” Peter could feel the way you smirked with your lips wrapped around him.

“How can I say no to that?” You get up and gently slide him inside you. You both moan as he stretches you. As you start to slowly ride him, you decide to hide his moans by kissing him. Peter wanted to stay inside you forever.

You wrap your fingers around his throat and he gasps. As you ride him you lean closer to his ear and whisper, “fuck me, Parker.”

Peter let out a low growl and wrapped his arms around you as he pounded into you. You had to cover his mouth with your hand suddenly aware that you were in school.

“Peter, I'm coming,” you whisper to him. And as soon as he heard those words Peter was coming inside you, igniting your own orgasm.

You and Peter help each other ride out your orgasms and stay there for a couple more seconds. The two of you finally decide to get dressed.

“So, is this like...a one-time thing?” Peter dreaded the question, but he had to ask.

“Do you want it to be?” You look at Peter and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“No! I mean, no. I really want to do this again. And then maybe some more after that...please.” Peter could feel his blush creeping up on him, especially with that smile you're giving him.

“Don’t worry Spidey, I want to keep doing this too.” You giggle softly to yourself. He’s the cutest.

“Okay good because- wait, did you call me spidey?”

“You aren't so good at keeping secrets from me Parker.” And with that, you walk out of the room with Peter hot on your heels.

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2022 Day 5

Have I been thinking about this AU for over a whole year? ...Anyway.

Prompt: Family

…Where am I?

She doesn’t know. She feels tired and weak. Grating noise fills her ears, and she wants it to stop. She blindly moves her hands, searching through touch alone, and immediately, the noise worsens. Then, voices join in, calling for help. And at last, she hears her name.

Mia Fey opens her eyes.

It’s only for an instant, before sleep pulls her under again. But at the foot of her hospital bed, she sees a bright blue jacket.

***

By the time she recovers, the case has ended. Redd White will be in prison for attempting to murder her, an attempt that would’ve been successful if Phoenix hadn’t returned to the office. And the scumbag had the audacity to incriminate Maya. Her little sister’s had an ordeal, but nevertheless, she’s there to escort Mia out of the hospital. Her smile almost makes Mia forget her renewed worry about a different patient.

“I’m fine, Sis. Phoenix defended me in court.”

“Did he? I’ll have to thank him tonight.”

The party is only comprised of the three of them, plus Charley. They feast on gourmet burgers, and Mia receives the entire story from Phoenix and Maya. She’s listening but she also notices how comfortable they are around each other. She thought they’d get along, and she might have underestimated how well. Already, it’s like they’ve been friends for years.

Unfortunately, it’s the sole break they have for months. With the takedown, the office is in high demand. Mia is soon swamped with cases, and while she can always set aside a minute or two, Phoenix has to step up in his responsibilities.

Maya volunteers to assist him. “I can back him up! Don’t worry, two pairs of eyes are better than one.”

Ultimately, Mia doesn’t argue. Her sister deserves to explore the city like a normal teenager, to learn what life is like outside spiritual training. “Look after her, Phoenix.”

“Of course, Chief.”

It’s not until after Christmas and the unearthing of the DL-6 case, that she begins to suspect something. Maya’s tearful at the train station, but her mood lifts once Phoenix reminds her of the vital evidence she uncovered. And Mia notices that her face is noticeably pinker when they hug goodbye.

***

After enough of Maya’s calls mentioning Nick, Mia decides it’s time to broach the subject. “So…Phoenix.”

He visibly gulps. “Sorry, Chief. I meant to clean the bathroom earlier-”

“What? No, never mind the bathroom. I wanted to talk to you about Maya.”

Immediately, he perks up. “Is she alright?”

Huh. Interesting. He’s been moping since Maya left, not motivated to take on new cases. “She’s doing well. In fact, I was planning to visit her this weekend, since it’s only an hour by train. Do you want to come with me?”

“Sure! Wait…only an hour by train?”

“That’s right.” She smiles. “So, we can visit any time.”

Maya’s thrilled to hear they’re both coming, and in the background of her phone call, there’s rustling and thumping. “Oh, I have to clean my room! Nick will totally make fun of me.”

Mia can’t resist laughing. She’s way too obvious.

In Kurain Village, her guard is automatically up. Despite her presence, the elders stare at Phoenix, and when Maya cheerfully bounds out of the house, Mia distracts the group of old women. It’s also embarrassing that they assume she and Phoenix are a couple.

“He’s my subordinate.” She coolly says. “And a good friend to me and Maya. He saved us both.”

They may curl their lips and give nasty glares, but as long as Maya and Phoenix are happy, Mia doesn’t care. Maya provides an animated tour of the village, while he looks the best he has in weeks.

“Mystic Mia?”

The soft voice stops her and she turns to see her youngest cousin. Little Pearl, who’s sweet and kind and unlike the other women in her family. “Pearl, it’s been a while! You’ve gotten much taller. Goodness, you’ll outgrow me someday.”

Pearl gasps. “That’s not true, Mystic Mia! But it’s good to see you too. And, um, is that man Mystic Maya’s special someone?”

“…Special someone?”

She vigorously nods. “Mystic Maya talks about him all the time, that he’s brave like a knight in shining armor! And Mystic Maya is like a princess, so…so…!”

“Well,” Mia stretches out the word, buying time. “I don’t think we’ve reached that part of the fairy tale yet. In the meantime, let’s keep it to ourselves.”

“Okay!” Pearl is delighted to share a secret, and Mia smiles at her.

Then, she happens to glance up at the Fey house and a curtain falls, obscuring a silhouette. A foreboding chill pricks at her skin; out of habit, her fingers grasp for her own magatama.

***

One disastrous channeling later, Mia isn’t surprised when her aunt goes to prison, and honestly, that makes her sad. But she takes custody of Pearl, and Maya temporarily moves in with them.

“Phoenix is a good guy.” Mia offhandedly remarks, when Pearl is out of earshot. “He’s loyal, brave, funny. And a defense attorney, which is always a plus.”

“What?!” Maya squeaks. “Sis, it really isn’t like that. He doesn’t see me as more than his assistant.”

“Oh my God.” She rolls her eyes. “He broke down a solid door for you! And didn’t you two just go to the circus?”

“With Pearl! It wasn’t a date!”

“Were you hoping it was a date?”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing!” Belying her eighteen years, she clamps her hands over her ears and runs off.

Not long after, Mia does regret teasing her. All she wants is her sister to be safe and alive. She jumps every time the walkie-talkie hisses, and Phoenix isn’t any better. He yells Maya’s name into the receiver, without fail every time. And when Maya is finally released, Mia breaks down into sobs. She embraces her little sister in the lobby, overcome with emotion.

“Maya!” Phoenix emerges from the courtroom, and he heads straight for her. He lifts her off her feet, and when he sets her down, he holds her face with such tenderness.

Before Mia can ask, she gets a call from the hospital.

***

The subsequent years are bittersweet, of trials and triumphs. Phoenix nearly loses his badge, not to the point of disbarment, but his confidence is shaken until he helps a new attorney. His adopted daughter, Trucy, is a sweetheart who adores Maya. Her training has escalated, necessitating a stay in Khura’in, and the transition is hard at first before she grows into her role as a full-fledged spirit medium. Pearl has returned to the village, her own training guided by Misty. Their reunion had been another close call with death, but at last, their family is whole.

As for Mia, she’s continued to head the Fey and Co. Law Offices, but now as a wife and mother. Too aware of the fragility of life, she and Diego hadn’t wasted any more time. Their son had arrived four years after their wedding, and he’s certainly kept them on their toes.

She’s just finished giving Marco his lunch, when Phoenix enters the office. “Hey, Chief. Has Maya called yet?”

“No, but she should soon. Why do you ask?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you serious?” She deadpans. “You’ve been talking almost every day since she left. You should just fly over there and ask her out yourself.”

“Wait, what?!”

“I’m not blind. I’ve watched over you two for the past ten years, it’s honestly annoying at this point. And it’s not just me. Pearl is still your biggest supporter, Mom’s ready to give her blessing whenever, and even Diego’s mentioned you’re taking forever. Do you know how many times Trucy’s brought up to me that she wants Maya to be her mom?”

Stunned, he slowly replies. “Maya and I are friends. It’s not like,” He’s flustered, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I mean, she can do better.”

It’s been a long time but she’s rendered speechless. Then, the phone rings and Phoenix eagerly picks up. “Hey, Maya.” If only he could see his expression, he’s completely in love with her.

“Oh my God.” Mia mutters, and as dignified as she can be with a toddler on her hip, she marches off.

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[18+] Filthy Summer - Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader (AFAB)

[No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [AFAB Reader]

Words : 6710

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Follows the work of Gentle Summer or can be read on its own.

Synopsis : On a heated summer night, you and Rengoku decide to finally fuck after a pretty intimate moment.

Warning : Oral Sex / Light Bondage / Cunnilungus / Creampie / Cum play / Hair-Pulling / Power play / Marking / Aftercare / Fluff / Smut / Penis in vagina sex

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A comfortable silence had set in the night. I thought I would be exhausted. Wrapped in the safety of his arms, I was certain I would fall asleep in an instant, but my body did not want to listen to logic. Something else was doing the thinking, and that was my lust. My need for him. The moon outside was illuminating the inside of the room beautifully. I could not see much of Rengoku’s face because the light of the moon cast a shadow on it. The flame of the lantern had long since died out.

I brushed my hand delicately on his cheek and sighed in silence. There was nothing I could do to satiate that need that had built up inside me; he had fallen asleep almost instantly after laying down. It seems I was the only one who was left frustrated and wanting, it’s a shame, I thought I had done a great job at riling him up, I thought in disappointment. The image of his eyes widened in surprise and the feeling of his tight grip around my hand were carved inside my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop thinking about it.

Carefully, I brushed my thumb over his lips and smiled to myself as I moved his hand to rest it on my hip. Maybe his presence would help me fall asleep, maybe he would bring me closer and hold me tight and that would calm my stupidly awake mind. Closing my eyes once again, I tried to force myself to think of something other than his lips on my skin, or his hands on my stomach, or even his breath against my ear—it’s not working, it is like asking someone to not imagine a red balloon. Of course, they will think about it, I reprimanded myself as I opened my eyes again. “I need a cold bath, surely it will help,” I mumbled to myself. It was barely audible, and clearly not enough to awake anyone.

When I was about to move Kyojuro’s hand, I felt the grip tighten, “Where are you going?” His voice was nowhere close to sleepy, the clarity of it surprised me more than anything. Looking at him, I chuckled nervously and asked, “Were you not asleep?” He hummed deeply, thinking of his next words as his hand slid down my leg. He brought it over his thigh and moved his face closer to mine, our foreheads almost touching. “One can hardly sleep with how loud your thoughts are, my love,” I was about to ask what he meant when he pressed a slow kiss on my lips before continuing, “I am very flattered that you cannot keep my hands off of you.” His hands slithered to my kimono, the moonlight helping him see what he was doing. He chuckled softly at the knot I had tied around again and undid it effortlessly.

“Did you think tying it close would help those lewd thoughts that are plaguing your desperate mind?” He asked teasingly. I laughed and nodded sincerely, “In all honesty, I did. But you are right next to me, and those thoughts are only growing.” His beautiful laugh echoed while he pulled me even closer, I let my hand wander between us and lower on his body to part his kimono. He had not dressed back when we laid down, which made it easier to simply move his kimono out of the way to have him exposed in his full glory. “You are impatient, maybe I should do something about your hands, what would you say?” He asked teasingly as he helped my arms out of the sleeves before bringing them around his neck.

I gladly wrapped them around it and leaned in for a tender kiss that was quick to turn into something more needy. His hands did not join the mix, but I did hear the rustle of cloth which made me question what he was doing. I found out soon enough when his rough hands took hold of mine and wrapped my wrists with the cotton belt that only moments ago was around my waist. I broke the kiss in confusion, then felt him lift me onto his lap as he sat up, crossed-legged like he had earlier when he wanted us to hug. This hug was a lot different.

My knees were on each side of him and I could feel his hard cock against my stomach; my core ached to feel it, so I rolled my hips in the hope that he would let me do just that. With one hand back on my hip, he stopped me from moving and brought his other hand on his cock, “That neediness was not nearly as well depicted in your letters as it is right now, with your pretty legs open like this. It’s a sight that would make any man’s knees buckle, you are lucky I am seated.” His tone, while warm as usual, was not the same. The warmth that traveled my entire body was much more carnal, less charming. “Is that so? Being fully nude on your lap is all that is needed to make you weak?” I asked playfully. With the little access I had from having my wrists tied, I pulled his hair back gently to tilt his head up and look down at him.

A pretty grin was resting on his lips, it was inviting and what kind of guest would I be to refuse such an invitation... Slowly, I dipped my head and grazed my lips against his, making sure to exhale against his mouth as our noses brushed against one another. “Tell me, what else would make you weak?” I asked, my tone sultry and playful at the same time. I heard his breathless, yet choked laugh as he half-closed his eyes to look at me, “You remembered the hair, I like it. You seem to remember my letters so well… Tell me,” His lips were pressed teasingly on mine, I did not play along and kissed him with more fervor, only to have him push my face away by grabbing my jaw with a bit more force.

“Would you please wait? You seem so eager, but we are having a discussion, my love,” He trailed his open mouth from my chin to my ear then continued, “Then again, you were that eager even before that, who am I to act surprised?” He chuckled, kissing my jaw fully. I huffed a laugh to hide the fact that I was growing flustered and said, “So were you. Need I remind you how aroused you got the moment I started kissing your body? Such tender actions, tainted by your lewd thoughts... Quite sinful, wouldn’t you say?” The moment I finished talking, Rengoku placed his large hand on my lower back to push me closer as his other one was behind my head. He then leaned forward, making me fall back on my back on the futon.

I did not hit it hard thanks to his hands, but it felt weird not being able to catch my fall because of my tied hands. Another laugh escaped his lips, his eyes wide and bright as a proud smile adorned his lips. He slowly let go of my body and moved his head from my arms so that they were now still bound at the wrists, but resting between us. “Shall we re-enact those so-called tender actions of yours?” I was confused by his words, then felt his large hand grab mine and guide them to his cock. He then wrapped them around it, sighing in pleasure when I tightened my hold around his erected member. “Good, yes-“ A groan escaped his throat as he bucked his hips inside my hands, dropping his head onto my shoulder as he kept going, his mouth open as his breath was constricted.

“Those beautiful hands that-“ a salacious moan escaped his lips again, this time right next to my ear. I couldn’t help but try to bring him closer by bringing my foot on his back and digging my heel against it to push him closer. I wanted to feel him, not just hold his cock, even if the idea of being in control of his pleasure was more than exciting. “Were so gentle in taking care of me, but-“ I could hear the smile through his words, “...but all they are good for now-“ another deep groan muffled against my skin, I wanted to see how far he would go, if he would only find his own pleasure or if he was simply having fun. I was waiting for an opportunity. “Is to make my cock feel so good-“ Feeling like his thrusts were getting wilder, more desperate, I did the thing I found the most entertaining in times like these. The moment he bit into my shoulder in pleasure, I let go of his cock and heard him gasp loudly next to me in indignation.

“Do not talk about my hands as such, they can take as much as they give.” I said tauntingly as I pressed my cheek to his face only to have him lean back and look at me with an amused expression. “I suppose it is time to enjoy how beautiful your voice is,” He grinned as he moved back slightly and was now kneeling between my spread legs. I could not keep my gaze on his eyes, for mine kept looking down at his glorious cock that seemed to be needing attention. “Although I wish to make you moan loudly, you will have to be quiet-“ “What if my moans were muffled by… something?” I tried to make him understand by looking down between his legs. His expression faltered, seemingly surprised by my suggestion.

I did not miss the smile in the corner of his mouth as he threaded his hand through his hair before slowly standing up and lighting the lantern. He joined my side again, this time he brought a knee to his chest while his other leg was free in front of him. “Seeing how you seem almost hungry for it, I will not refuse.” He gestured for me to come closer. I sat up properly and knelt in front of him, only to have him spread my knees with a gentle laugh. “You look delicious like that, my dear.” He commented, his hands sliding to my slit to stroke it a few times, eliciting a gasp from my throat.

He brought his fingers back to his mouth and licked it, the action in itself was so vulgar but the smile on his face was soft. His words were a mix of both, “You know, you must always have a taste of your meal, in case it’s not to your liking.” He leaned in and kissed me tenderly, albeit shortly, leaving me wanting more with my mouth open. He filled it with his fingers to have me taste it too and added, as I licked them clean, “After all, I will eat you out once you have satiated that hunger for my cock.” I almost gagged on his fingers upon hearing his words, he pulled them out laughing before threading them in my hair and slowly pushing my head towards his cock.

“There, I did say I would work on that gagging, did I not? It is the perfect opportunity,” He was almost determined. His other hand placed itself under my chin and held it gently as he helped his cock inside my mouth, holding me still as he did so. His fingers drummed on my throat a few times as silent gasps escaped his lips. “Very—good, yes-“ He grunted in short sentences, if one could call them such. My tongue was pressed against his length, I could feel it hit the back of my throat and slightly push in, making my eyes tear up. Saliva was already drooling from my mouth, and down the length of his cock. Curiously, I looked up at him and was met with a look I would have never thought I would see on his face, something close to threatening, no… dangerous.

Slowly, I tried to bob my head onto his member, but without the support of my hands that had drifted between my legs, I had to rely on Kyojuro’s tight grip in my hair. Sliding his hand fully around my throat, he looked at me with what was supposed to be a reassuring smile. “Beautiful, so full-“ He hissed as he moved inside my mouth, lifting my head only to let it come back after. His hand tightened around my neck at the feeling, enjoying knowing he could feel himself there. “Will you allow me to fuck your throat good? I will not finish in your mouth,” I nodded the best I could with his cock in my mouth and started stimulating myself as he started bobbing my head on his cock. While he did so, he gritted through his teeth, beaming, “I reserve that for you needy- aching- hole,” The thoughts of having him fill me only aroused me more.

Pain joined the exquisite feeling of my fingers on my clitoris, his grip was not letting go of my hair one bit as he lowered my head down his cock before pulling back. At first he leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling greatly, the sound of my whimpers around him made him more than ecstatic. I knew it from his openmouthed moans that he was not muffling one bit. When I started rolling my hips against my hand, he looked down at me suddenly, stopping his actions. “My dearest, do you need attention?” He hummed inquisitively, his eyes traveling down my body to land on my hands. “I see what’s going on, you are very smart to enjoy yourself too,” He praised me before thrusting his hips once in my throat. I gagged at the feeling, more tears streaming down my face but held back anything that I could feel coming up. “I will stop for tonight, since you are so needy.” He cooed gently.

Delicately, he pulled out of my mouth, grunts leaving his throat as he did so. A trail of saliva connected my tongue to his tip; looking at him through half-lidded eyes, I leaned in and licked it painfully slow. He quickly pulled my head back roughly, then let go to cradle my face with both hands. “You did good.” A tender kiss followed, it turned more passionate when he pried my mouth open and let his tongue venture. As he did so, he pushed me back onto the futon and broke the kiss. “Will you forgive me if I tell you the sight of tears rolling down your cheeks, along the feeling of my cock in your throat, is one that I would like engraved in my mind? You have no idea how salacious and endearing it was at the same time.”

Both chuckling, he trailed kisses down my chest to my stomach. While he did so, I croaked, “I will forgive, simply because you must be quite the sight too with my thighs around your head.” I must have caught him off guard for he snorted without much charm upon hearing my words. “I will admit, it is the best accessory I can ask for,” He commented, his fingernails barely clawing at my inner thighs as he looked at me, “And I like colorful accessories, do you?” His tone was mischievous, his eyes too but his smile was sweet. Hesitantly, I nodded. It made him grin broadly as he started fervently kissing my thighs, sucking and licking. Nibbling on them too. While his mouth would be on my inner thighs, one hand would be gripping the one being attacked while the other wrapped around the other thigh and kept it close to him.

I would sometimes chuckle at the light feeling of his tongue on my skin, goosebumps raising all over my body. I threaded my fingers through his hair gently, needing to touch him but only being able to reach that part. My legs were over his shoulders; I could feel some pain coming on the parts of my legs he had been working on, but was able to not pay it any mind thanks to the frustration I was feeling. He was so close to giving me pleasure, but he was taking his sweet time. “Kyo, why are you taking so long? Please…” He looked up, his smile more teasing than ever. “My love…” He bit my leg gently, his eyes never leaving mine before continuing, “I assumed you were patient, considering it took some long, painful courting to get us right here.” He bit the other thigh, earning himself a groan from me. He grazed his teeth on it afterwards, “I remember the mention of not wanting to be inappropriate in those beautiful letters of yours.” He trailed off, his hands slithering between my legs and onto my ass as he suddenly pulled me closer.

“Tell me, don’t you believe it vulgar to be spread as such in front of me?” I felt warmth rushing to my cheeks and down between my legs, my back was oscillating between burning hot and cold from the shivers that kept coursing through my body. “If you do not like the sight, you may let go of them, I will close them to not look too vulgar.” I said in faux confidence, making him huff in response. Shaking his head, he made sure to spread them just a little bit more. His observant eyes travelled from my eyes down to my stomach then paused to slowly lower to my spread legs; there, a smirk drew itself on his lips, “You will close them, yes,” after saying that, he lowered his head onto my slit, “Around my head. Don’t be shy to wrap them real tight, I can assure you I will survive.” He winked, then dipped his head and started lapping at my cunt.

I wanted to cover my mouth and hold onto his hair, but could only do one. I chose the former, in order to not wake up everyone with the whimpers escaping my lips. With each movement of his tongue between my lower lips, I would arch my back when he’d graze my clit with the tip of his tongue. His nose would press against it from time to time, giving it a little bit of pressure, but not nearly as much as I would need. I tried to angle my hips to guide myself on a spot that would make me feel even better, but he made sure to hold me still by gripping my sides. Looking up with a glistening chin and out of breath, he gave a slow lick between my legs, “Are you alright? Perhaps, is it not good enough?” His tone was teasing, arrogant, but loving still. I wanted to grab his chin and kiss him deeply, but did not trust he would let me. Freeing my mouth, I uttered, “You are doing it on purpose, can you please…”

Tilting his head to the side he quirked a brow, “If you look at me like this, I can hardly refuse,” He started, there was something else he wanted to add. I knew it from the look he was giving me. He did not disappoint when he spoke up again. “But only if you bring those beautiful hands back on my hair. My purpose here is to make my songbird sing, I can hardly hear anything if your hands are covering your mouth my love.” Doing as he asked, I brought my hands to him, but instead of gripping his hair I gently took hold of his chin, “So you do keep that beautiful way with words,” I commented as I pressed my thumbs on his lower lip to open his mouth. He followed my moves and did so, his smile never leaving his face. “If filthy words will not leave that pretty mouth of yours, I suppose I’ll fill it with filth myself.”

I was thrilled to see his smile change from mischievous to excited, challenged. I mirrored it. He was quick to bring my hands away from his face and into his hair wordlessly. His only response was to resume his actions with a lot more fervor, his tongue lapping at my sex with the lewdest sounds. The ache I had been feeling for so long was growing and building up inside me, I only realized my thighs were tightening around his head when I felt him grunt against my sex as his nails dug deeper in my skin. Whimpers were flooding from my mouth; it was not nearly enough to drown the salacious wet sounds from his tongue between my legs. While it made my entire body heat up in embarrassment, I could not spare one ounce of energy to feel remotely ashamed of what was happening. Moans soon followed when he started sucking on my clit, his eyes lit up with pride when he elicited a louder one.

At that, his hands slithered to my thighs to hold them open instead of around his head. He looked up at me playfully as he did so, “I liked that one, I am sure you could do it again, for me?” “Kyo—Kyo we’re not alone, don’t-“ He did not listen and returned all his attention to my sensitive nerves. My brows knotted in pleasure, I let my head roll back. I was getting close to relief, my eyes riveted on the ceiling as my entire body tensed. He did not seem like stopping, nothing was leading me to that conclusion, and it made me happier the moment my vision filled with white, and I let out a cry of relief. Utter silence followed, I slumped back on the mattress and sighed in content, my hand had long since let go of Rengoku’s hair and was now resting on my stomach.

I gasped when I felt a lazy tongue lick between my folds then saw Kyojuro’s face right above mine, a stupid smile on his lips. His skin glistened from my filth. He was not grinning, but I knew something was going on when he kissed me softly and pried my mouth open to deepen the kiss. His tongue intruded my mouth with something more salty than saliva, it took me some time to come to the realization of what he had done; I quickly broke the kiss and swallowed to speak but was interrupted by the sliding of the door open. I looked behind Rengoku’s shoulder in panic, trying to bring him against me to cover my sweaty form. It was pointless to fake sleeping since the light was on and my eyes were wide in shock.

The sleepy form of Uzui stood there, his hair messy and his eyes, half-closed, focused on us. “It’s Tengen.” I whispered to Rengoku who still had his back facing the door. “He is half-asleep.” I added. The red-haired smirked and kissed my neck, “I’ll tell him to leave.” He chuckled before pulling the blanket on my form as he stood up. He did not bother to cover himself as he made his way to the door, fully nude and uncaring of anything. “Giyuu said he heard something, but since it was coming from your room he did not dare come in case y’all were…” the silver-haired man waved his hands in front of him to explain exactly what he meant; as he tried to look behind Kyojuro’s shoulder, the latter moved in the way to block his view. “In case you were fucking, clearly he guessed right.” He laughed, facing the Fire Pillar again. “We are, is there anything else?” Rengoku asked.

There was a pause, I was starting to calm down which made me feel annoyed since I wanted to finish what I had started with my lover. “Well, clearly the night has just started,” The Sound Pillar laughed again, “Just tone down the moans and all that, fuck all you want but just a bit more silent, yeah?” Kyo nodded and gestured for him to leave, still as confident as ever without needing to cover his cock, nor the marks all over his body. Before leaving, Uzui glanced behind Rengoku the best he could and covered his mouth in excitement before looking at my lover again. “Tied up? On the first fuck? You are wilder than I thought, Ren!” I heard him say, quickly I tried to cover my hands more. Uzui slapped his hand on the lion-like man’s shoulder and said, “Good for you, both of you. Have fun, don’t be late for training—and take a bath, there is paint all over the damn place. That’s some weird shit you’re into, not going to lie. Good night friend.” He then bid us goodbye and closed the door again.

Rengoku returned by my side in seconds, “Unnecessary interruption, I hope it did not turn you off my love.” He whispered softly as he removed the blanket from my form and pressed a kiss on my stomach. “All of this because you told me to uncover my mouth, it was obvious someone would hear.” I berated him playfully, thinking he would perhaps apologize but still say he did not regret it. While he did the latter, partially, he added more to it. “If it was that obvious, why did you do it?” He asked with a smug smile, his face close to mine once again as his fingers danced on my thighs. Slowly, they slid to the inner side of it while I stared at him confused, “Because you asked me to do it…” I told him with my cheeks heating up.

“You could have refused, my love.” He breathed, his lips ghosting over mine. “You know I would not have minded if you had refused.” He added, this time pressing a teasing kiss on my lips. I could feel the smile on his lips as his hair tickled the side of my face. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pressed himself more against me and as he spoke, “Did you want to get caught?” he slid two fingers inside me, making me gasp silently at the unexpected feeling. I shut my mouth to hold back any groans from the thrusts of his fingers, but he was not having it; his free hand moved to my mouth and pried it open with his thumb, his expression softer than ever. “There, my love, I am sure you can give me a proper answer. Don’t be distracted by my fingers, focus on me.” As he said so, he made sure to add another finger and to rub his thumb on my clit.

Swearing under my breath, I tried to grab his shoulders, but was still bound and grunted in desperation. “Maybe you wanted that—“ He curled his fingers inside me, grunting in satisfaction at the sound that escaped my throat. ­Rengoku’s face was nested in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he whispered right next to my ear, “My love, you obeyed so dutifully when I told you to open your pretty mouth,” He chuckled to himself, never stopping his thrusts as I kept whimpering under him, trying hard to stay as silent as possible. When I rolled my hips against his hand, he kissed my temple softly and caressed my cheek. The tenderness of his actions could not balance the roughness of the one that followed when he grabbed my throat to bring me into a delicate kiss that he quickly broke. “Can you obey once more and answer my simple question? I’m sure you can be good and do that for me, hm?”

Giving him a long look, I smiled lazily and cradled his face in my hands to kiss him longingly, the sounds of my moans were muffled by his mouth. It did not take long for the kiss to grow more sloppy, more needy and clearly hungry. Feeling Kyojuro’s cock pressed against my thigh, I closed them around his cock and made him moan into the kiss, breaking it in the process. “Do not think I will be satisfied with just fucking your beautiful thighs, my love,” His gaze never leaving mine, he brushed his thumb on my throat and pulled his fingers out to spread my legs and instead place his between mine. Leaning over once again, he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole but did not move, instead he kissed my cheek, then my throat and grabbed my tied hands delicately. My eyes followed all of his movements, never leaving his body. I wanted to know what he wanted to do next, I wanted to be ready, to not be caught off guard again. “Would you like to use your hands again? I’d like to think it would feel better for both of us if you could use them.” He smiled gently, his hands playing with mine while waiting for an answer.

“I think you’ve held me down long enough; I would love to be able to run my hands all over your gorgeous body.” I said playfully, thrusting my hands towards him even more. I held back from smiling to not let him know what I was planning on doing. He scoffed and smiled before undoing the knot; the moment I was free, it did not take me more than a few seconds to bring him down and roll him over to be the one on top and pin his hands above his head.

The thrilled expression that was adorning his features filled me up with glee as I leaned over and ghosted my lips over his, just as he did before. “My turn,” I breathed with a smirk, “But I won’t tie your hands, I think they will be more than useful when you will be desperate to feel me more.” I taunted as I placed my hands on his hips and raised my hips above his hardened cock; I did not have time to lower myself that the Pillar held me in place and sat up. It made me move my hands on his shoulders and grip them tight, in case he decided to take control. “Do you remember my question? I believe I am still waiting for your answer.” He grinned darkly, an open kiss pressed at the spot where my neck and my shoulders met.

“It was… thrilling that Uzui was there, but it is simply because it is the boldest we’ve been in front of him,” I said softly, then lowered my tone and ghosted my lips against the shell of his ear as I added, “If I am being honest, seeing you walk there without covering yourself was a lot hotter than that idiot being there,” One of my hands placed itself on his jaw as I kissed his cheek, “And I got to see your beautiful bum too, which is more than a simple sight.” Chuckling, we kissed passionately, our hands traveling one another’s body. I could feel his cheeks were burning up, perhaps from the efforts and all the energy spent, but I liked to think he was flustered from my words. I realized his hands were not holding me anymore, while they were resting on my hips again by the end of our fiery kiss, they were doing just that, resting.

With my hands back on his shoulders, I did not waste time and lowered myself onto his cock. I tried hard to hold back the swearing from flooding out of my mouth, but the feeling of his cock stretching me out was painful and blissful at the same time. Without paying attention, I had spread my legs wider to get more of him inside me. Warmth spread all over my body when I heard him sigh in content, his hands gripping my waist to hold himself back from pulling me onto him with force. His nails were pressing hard into my skin and only dug more when I had him fully sheathed inside me and I rolled my hips once, twice. Looking up at him, I saw he was staring at me with hunger, a clear carnal desire that I matched by kissing him wantonly. One hand was splayed on his cheek while the other held onto his shoulder as I started lifting myself up and down his erected cock, rolling my hips as I did so. Soon enough, our grunts of pleasure started filling the room, our sweaty bodies melted into one when he wrapped his strong arm around my back and pulled me even closer.

The slick sound of his cock thrusting in and out of me made the act even more vulgar, but at this very moment I could not care less. I was focused on feeling each part of him, on feeling his burning touch traveling from my back to my shoulders as he tried to bring me even closer to bury his face in the crook of my neck. His moans were the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard coming from him, the heat emanating from his entire body was heating mine in return. His warm breath made my neck feel like it was on fire, even more so when he bit into it and groaned in pleasure as he started thrusting more. I had long since wrapped both of my arms around his neck and was holding onto him with force.

No words could escape my mouth, only whimpers and muffled moans as I tried to cover my mouth. I kept switching between covering my mouth or grabbing his shoulders, desperately trying to stay balanced but when he leaned forward, I let him tilt me back onto the floor with his hand resting behind my head. With his free hand, he held onto my waist and started ramming into me, his breath ragged and his mouth open as groans and moans escaped it, emphasizing each of his thrusts. Seeing him so primal was a sight I do not believe I could get tired of. Through high-pitched whimpers I reached out for his face, sliding my hand to the back of his hair as I pulled him closer once again. “Kiss me, please.” I pleaded. “Yes, of course, yes.” He replied, his speech hurried, tone desperate as he lifted my head from the ground with the hand resting behind it. The kiss was clumsy, dirty but it felt so good.

It felt so good to be this close to him, to not think of anything but the pleasure one was giving the other. He hiked my leg over his hip to angle himself better and as he did so, I arched my back in satisfaction, he had hit the perfect spot. He must have understood that since he swelled with pride and kept hitting that very spot over and over again, his speed decreased to a taunting one. “Look at you, squirming for more,” He huffed and caressed my stomach, down to my thighs, “Are you close, my love?” He had asked with a soft breathless smile, his hair covering the sides of his face. “Yes, please,” I let my head fall back once more and sighed, trying to catch my breath, “Please, make me cum, I’m aching for release, if you don’t—“ There was no need for threats, he was more than glad to resume his thorough fucking. There was no other word for it.

The entire evening had been love making, intimacy, gentle touches, but it had now turned into something so desperate that it could only be called fucking. Hands reaching for any sort of hold onto the other, sweat making the grip less secure, the paint from our bodies had long since tainted the sheets and was no longer adorning our backs. Our hands were covered in said paint, and as they traveled from back to shoulder to face, it left a colorful trail that made the body look even more like a work of art.

Soon enough, the tension that had built up inside me reached a peak. All I needed to break that tension was a few more thrusts that were strongly provided by Rengoku’s rough, heavy, forceful hips. At this blissful moment, all I managed to do was hold his arms in a death grip and mutter his name under my breath alongside swears as I felt myself tense for what felt like too long before letting my entire body relax and my hands fall back to my side. Kyojuro followed soon enough, one hand reaching for my cheek as he caressed me gently. His look was desperate as his thrusts became more erratic, seeing as if he was about to pull out, I wrapped my leg around his waist to stop him and with a tired arm reached out for the side of his neck to pull him close. “Don’t pull out, I want to feel you, all of you.” That was all he needed to finish, his movements stopping as his head fell back in utter pleasure.

Silence followed, moments after Kyojuro laid down next to me in exhaustion. He still had enough energy to help my head onto his chest to caress me gently, both of our bodies were dirty and reeked of sweat, but I could not care less. I did not want to think of anything but this very moment, from his words he wanted that too, “If you give me one hour, I am sure I could do that again.” He whispered, his eyes locked on the ceiling as a proud smile adorned his lips.

Trying to face him, I turned around on his chest with my chin resting on it. “Give me a few days, I am definitely not ready for more. As good as it was, I am out of commission for the time being.” I laughed as I trailed my hand on the scar on his stomach. I was relieved when he did not tense up and instead mimicked my actions but trailing a finger on the scar on my back. “Do you have energy to spare for a bath? I do not believe we’ll have time in the morning to bathe. It is already pretty late.” He explained softly as he rested his cheek against the side of my head, I was already starting to feel sleepy but knowing he was right, I pushed myself off of him and nodded sleepily. “I will find the energy. If I fall asleep in the bath, it is your responsibility. Understood?” I asked playfully as I handed him his kimono before draping mine over my form.

“I will keep you awake by talking to you without ever stopping, does that sound good?” He asked cutely as he stood up. He reached out for my hand, helping me stand up before pulling me close and hugging me gently.

“There is nothing more I could ask for than to hear you talk, please do.” I huffed a laugh then kissed him tenderly, enjoying each and every second spent by his side on this beautiful evening. When I pulled back, I tucked his hair behind his ears and grinned, “Tying your hair was not very helpful considering most of it fell from the ribbon.”

“It matters not! I looked very hot to you for a moment, I am sure you enjoyed it while it lasted.” He winked, his hand sliding down my arm to hold my hand. “Now you have the responsibility to wash my hair-“ “Mane,” I corrected him, “It is no longer hair seeing how many knots there are in it.” I continued playfully as we made our way out of the bedroom.

As we finished the night, I thought for a second I could imagine spending the rest of my life in this pure happiness, having someone I loved by my side, taking care of that someone as they took care of me.

Maybe everything will be alright, maybe I’m allowed some happiness.

[cloudenthusiast2]

To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

(Not my gif)

Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school. 

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

Word Count: 2.6k

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 She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

***

“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.�� Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

***

She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as  Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing  her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.

[xtinyaurora]

Hii ˚‧*♡ॢ˃̶̤̀◡˂̶̤́♡ॢ*‧˚ Can you please do a Ateez reaction When s/o have a weakness for his black hair: (as if you get more nervous with them, you blush more, you stutter when talking to him or you will look at him more) please? Thank you 💖🥺

Ateez reaction: Y/N has a weakness for their black hair

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 1,4k+

➼ Warnings: None? Maybe use of pet names and mentions of being hot / sexy, Y/N is really flustered

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk.

➼ A/N note: Sorry for taking so long to upload this. I am a bit stressed out these days, because I am in my exam phase right now. :( Hope you like it tho.

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Park Seonghwa

Your boyfriend was currently cleaning the dorm, you silently watching him from the couch. Of course you offered him some help, but he told you that he’s as good as finished, so there you sat, staring at him for over ten minutes now. To be more specific, you were staring at his freshly dyed hair. The black color made him look more sexy, making you flustered. You didn’t realize that you had your mouth wide open, until your boyfriend chuckled lightly saying „Baby, close your mouth before a fly gets in.” You immediately closed it and started blushing, making the hot male laugh a bit louder. Since it was the exact time he finished his cleaning, he made his way towards you, sitting on the couch and taking you into his arms. „I'm exhausted.“ you still starred at him, not realizing what you were saying „And sexy.” Seonghwa looked at you amused. „Oh, really?” That’s when realization hit you, making you blush even harder then before. Seonghwa of course enjoyed your current state, laughing yet again and kissing your forehead. „You’re cute when you get shy, I should keep this hair color for a bit longer.”

Kim Hongjoong

„A-and then we came b-back here.” You stuttered out, Hongjoong grinning at you. „Uhu. That’s nice, baby.” You gulped, looking at the floor. You knew that you’re as red as a tomato, your cheeks heating up with every passing second. Your boyfriend just looked too good to be true. Not only his outfit was stunning today, but his new hair color. You just loved how he could pull off anything and not only looking incredibly handsome but hot at the same time. „Yea... How about you, Joong. How was your day?” You asked, still looking at the floor. „Oh it was pretty cool, I went out with Yunho. We went to the cafe down the street and I got my hair dyed right after. Do you like it?” You only nodded, answering his question. „Really? How much do you like it?” You looked up, realizing what he was trying to do. „A lot.” He started smiling. „I'm glad that you like it.”

Jeong Yunho

Sweat dripped from his forehead, while he was dancing to the loud music. Since Ateez had a comeback, they all kept practicing all night and day. Your boyfriend dyed his hair back to black this time, making it hard for you to take your eyes off of the tall and handsome male. Of course he noticed how you immediately looked away when he was trying to make eye contact with you or how you stared blushing when he stroke his hand through his hair, pushing it back. God, you loved that look. He knew and he liked it. He stared to smirk to himself, planning what he could do next to get you even more flustered. „Baby, could you hand me my water, please?” said your boyfriend, you immediately getting up and handing it over. „Thank you, can I get a kiss now?” You eyes went wide but of course you did what he asked for, placing a tiny kiss on his soft lips. You wanted to go back to sit on the floor again but Yunho pulled you against his chest, half smiling and half smirking at you. „What’s up my tiny tomato, do you like my new hair color that much?” You got even more embarrassed by that and buried your face into his chest, making him laugh out loudly.

Kang Yeosang

Yeosang was finally the new MC for the music shows. You were more than happy for him, visiting him to support him. You arrived a bit later than planned because of the traffic, so Yeosang was already on stage, doing his job. When you looked at him, standing in the crowd area, you almost got a heart attack. You didn’t know that Yeosang had dyed his hair. The black color really suited him. You were so amazed that you stared at him, mouth a gap, eyes wide open. When Yeosang made eye contact with you and saw your reaction, he couldn’t hold back and stated chuckling a bit but quickly stopped since there where cameras filming him. He tried to focus, but with your flustered state, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. The others noticed how he started smiling like an idiot, constantly paying his attention to you rather than the cameras. One of the MCs low key addressed him, so Yeosang put back his stoic face, only smiling once in a while. The young boy was going to explode in any minute, not able to cope with your cuteness.

Choi San

„Annnd? Do you like it?” did your boyfriend ask you with a smirk in his face, winking at you. You silently nodded your head, looking at the ground. „Hey, look at me! My face is up here.” did he laugh out, hands touching your cheeks to pull your head up. A smile was now plastered on his face, fingers brushing across your light pink face. „What’s wrong, baby? Why so shy suddenly?” „Can you please stop teasing me? I'm getting even more embarrassed for drooling over a new hair color than just the fact that your way too close to me.” But what can you do, he just looks so good. Sans face lit up even more, his smile getting brighter. „Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you don’t like me being so close to you. I'm your boyfriend! I can be as close as I want to, bunny. And now give me a kiss and show me how much you like my new hair.”

Song Mingi

At first, you thought you would be the flustered one, but after complimenting your boyfriend, he started blushing and giggling. „Thank you, Cupcake. I'm glad that your like it.” You smiled back, reaching out to give him a hug. When you let go, to continue eating the sweets Mingi bought for you two, you noticed how his face started to get red. You immediately started laughing, him hiding his face behind his hands. „What’s wrong, Mingi-ah? Why so shy suddenly?” „I am totally fine! I-I just... I just didn’t excepted you to hug me, that’s all.” You started laughing harder. „What are you talking about, you usually don’t blush when I hug you.” He just shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with you. You stopped laughing, taking his face into your hands, turning it so he could look at you. „Mingi, you can tell me. What’s wrong?” He let out a sigh. „Do you think Atinys will like it? Like, will they think that I am hot?” Again, a bright smile creeped on your face. He is so adorable. „I am sure they will love it, my dorky baby.”

Jung Wooyoung

„I look hot, don’t I?” said the boy, wiggling his eyebrows. You just rolled your eyes and turned around, trying to hide your blushing face. „Hey! I am talking to you, tomato. Tell me that I look good!” He grabbed your shoulder, turning you around. „Can you leave me alone? You know that I think that you look good, so stop annoying me and let me live my life in peace.” He started grinning. „Of course I know that, but I want to hear it in a full sentence, with no stuttering or looking on the ground. Come on.” You rolled your eyes again. „Agh! Okay, fine. Wooyoung, you look soooo good with black hair! No one would ever be able to look better than you, no matter what color you dye it. You are just too perfect!” You let out a long sigh, cringing a bit from your use of voice. „Are you happy now?” The boy still had a smirk on his face, looking happy, yet satisfied. „More than happy! Thank you, butter cheeks.”

Choi Jongho

The boy couldn’t stop smiling. Your were trying to form a halfway understandable sentence for the past five minutes now. Let’s just say that you did more than fail. „Baby, if you want I can hang up so you can clam down a bit.” Laughed Jongho. „No! I... Uhm... I... want to look at you for a bit more.” Now a light smirk formed on his lips. „Oh? Okay then. But... can you talk to me probably at least? I have to go to bed in a bit, tomorrow will be a tough day.” You blushed while nodding your head. „Sorry.” He now let out a bright chuckle, shaking his head. „You don’t have to be sorry, bumpkin. It’s cute how you get all shy just because of my hair. I am glad that you like it.” Now you were the one smiling at him, not realizing that you were staring at him again. „Ah! If you want you can take a screenshot, so you can stare at me again, after we hang up. Or I can send you some pictures?” Annnd you stared blushing again.