#glossier so pretty!

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[augustonly]

if I ever delete this blog it isn't going to be because of fandom drama, it's going to be because my therapist accidentally fixes whatever is wrong with my brain that just made me open this app and sigh happily at a picture of early-seasons Dean Winchester because he looked a little dewy

[musiquesduciel]

A couple of Coach presents I received yesterday ✨

[sytoran]

PLEASE LIKE I BEGGGGG, make a fic based on sabrina carpenter’s lingerie commercial with skims IT CAN BE ANYTHING JUST DO IT I BEGG

espresso — w.m

you come to pick your girlfriend up from her photoshoot. things get a little out of hand in the changing rooms.

pairing — sub!model!wanda x dom!gf!reader

warnings — just pure filth, minors dni or block, usage of 'bunny' pet name

note — anon your wish is granted... this is me taking a break from writing hiwthi to come up with this short fic inspired by sab… i am not immune to the pretty blondes

word count — 1008

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“Baby, - ah! - the makeup artists are gonna be b-back, uhn, anytime,” Wanda gasps breathlessly, as she’s bent over the counter, as you’re three fingers deep into her sweet pussy from behind.

It was a common occurrence to see you at Wanda’s rehearsals and photoshoots, and today was no different. You had come to the studio to shower your girlfriend in love, affection, and a croissant, but then you had seen her in that lacy, lacy lingerie, and then, and then— 

“Fuck,” you growl, gripping fistfuls of Wanda’s pretty hair as she squeals and backs her ass into your crotch. She’s porcelain, fine china, and you have your tendencies.

Wanda would swear she tried to keep you off her, especially in this sponsored lingerie, because it was a brand deal, and she was supposed to be good. 

But you were not good. And she liked you that way.

It was a Sisyphean task, considering just how handsy you were, completely disregarding the cameras and flashing lights when you had your eyes set on your girlfriend. 

There was a moment’s silence when she locked eyes with you across the room, one behind the camera and one in front, and Wanda had to fight battles to not let start drenching the carpeted floor.

Your gaze was hot, molten, searing across her bare skin wrapped up in lace, and Wanda was a pool of gasoline that fed your will. She whimpered quietly, so quietly, when you licked your lips imperceptibly. She wanted it.

No longer had the photoshoot been paused for lunch break did she follow your retreating figure into the emptied changing room, heart pounding and already damp between her legs. It was no secret, then, what had ensued behind closed doors and cameras.

Wanda watched herself in the mirror through lowered lashes. She was being fucked within an inch of her life, bent over and manhandled. 

Her mascara was messed up, stained, and the rest of her face was no farther from saving. There were tears pooling in her eyes, from how deliciously rough you were being, and her hair was already a tousled mess, all credits to your insistent tugging.

“I know, bunny, they’re gonna be back soon, hm?” you tease, voice dripping in caramel and honey. Feels like it, too, with three thick fingers drenched in your girlfriend’s slick, pummeling into that tight little cunt like it was meant to be.

Her hair bows are all undone, strewn across the floor. Wanda looks like the fashion of a tainted angel, crafted by your doing. Her panties are undone by the laces and hanging off the side of the counter.

There was just such power you derived, from having the infamous Wanda Maximoff completely bent over in submission, subservient to your command. You just had control over her, had her wrapped around your finger, and in turn you were obsessed to her pretty self.

“Gonna be so good for me, yes bunny?” you pant into her ear, groping at her hefty tits through the lingerie. She’s so effortlessly babygirl, all wide eyes and pink lips, shy giggles in your ear when you tease her.

When Wanda fails to answer you in due time, you snap the thigh highs against her thick thighs, and the high-pitched squeal she lets out is worth it enough.

“Y-yes!” she cries out, jumping from where you snap the material. “Be good for you, promise.”

You rumble your acquiescence, looking at her reflection through the mirror. It’s immaculate all the same, glossy eyes and glossier lips. “Good girl,” you murmur into her ear, pressed hot and tight against her ass.

Wanda moans lowly at that, arching her back when your palm meets her ass once more. It’s already a handprint-red, and you didn’t want to think what her managers would say during the photoshoot that would continue later.

They should know who she belonged to.

“Fuckin’ princess,” you breathe, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her pretty back. Her lingerie is simply the prettiest thing you’d ever set your eyes on, hugging her figure like it was meant to be. 

At that, you curl your fingers roughly, and the near-scream Wanda lets out is sure to be heard by someone from outside. She comes suddenly, jet streams and white bursts, squirting all over your hand and dripping down your wrist. 

She whimpers at the sheer impact of her high, bright doe eyes catching yours. “Bunny,” you grunt, ramming your fingers into her pussy, not letting up for a second. 

“Give me another. Your cute cunt’s good for that, right? Coming for me?”

Upon listening to you, Wanda whines again, blonde locks getting tugged on by your impatient hand. Her eyes are watery, so pretty and angelic, and you a carnal urge washes over you to just take what you want—

WIth rough movements, you drag her by the hips and spin her around, setting her onto the counter with her thighs wrapping around your torso. This way, your mouths meet in an inferno of heat and lust, your prodding tongue intruding into her mouth greedily.

Wanda’s dragged out moan of your name gets lost in the squelching sounds of your fingers spreading her pussy open. You’re even rougher than before, if that’s possible, and it almost seems like she’s going to be torn within life and death if you go on further.

The second high comes in short bursts: Wanda writhes in your arms, all hiccups and tears, clutching the lapels of your suit jacket with your overstimulated she is, all your fault, all your fault.

“Y/N, please, please, please—” Wanda gasps, pleading your name in a mindless chant, flooding your hand. At this point, you’re pretty sure she’s dripping onto the fucking floor.

She comes and she comes and she keeps on coming, your hands all over her lingerie-hugged body, your mouth whispering sweet nothings into her ear, elevating her to a redeemed paradise.

That night, in the confines of your shared penthouse, sprawled over a King-sized bed with silk sheets, Wanda pays her due. She keeps you up all night — just like espresso.

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[kyeomofhearts]

Again & Again | C.SC

+ summary: you caved in and fucked your best friend, but it was only a one-time thing… right?

+ pairing: scoups x fem!reader

+ word count: 4k

+ content: fwb!, chubby reader (love ya'll), friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, pussy drunk cheol, size kink, angst, fluff.

+ WARNINGS: smut, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, rough sex, praise? pls lmk if I missed anything

🫧 AHHHHH this is my first fic on here! I tried proofreading it but I can only read so much :') I hope the people that see this, enjoy!

You wished you had an excuse for last night’s events, you really did, because how are you supposed to tell your best friend of ten years that you didn’t want to fuck him again?

Okay, that sounds harsh… but it’s the truth!

It’s not like he was a bad fuck either because it was quite the opposite. The man was incredible in bed, plain and simple. But you know how these things go, someone proposes the idea of friends with benefits, and then boom! Someone ends up falling for the other and now the whole dynamic is ruined. And you knew that you would be the one that fell for him.

There's no denying that there was always something more with Seungcheol, he was just different from your other friends. Your 'reasoning' was that you two had known each other for so long that you naturally saw him differently. This was something you tried to push time and time again. And for the most part, you were pretty successful in hiding your attraction towards him... except for last night.

Which leads us to our dreaded present. You have come to terms that the deed has been done (well done if you might say so yourself). And you most definitely cannot deny that yesterday’s events occurred because then you would be lying to yourself and Seungcheol-

“Hello? Are you even listening to me y/n?”

Shit.

“Hm? Sorry, what were you saying?”

Cheol scoffed and playfully flicked your forehead. He turned his whole body towards you, “I was saying that we should do this again. I really enjoyed last night so maybe we could make this a regular thing… if you wanted to that is.”

At least you knew he enjoyed last night, seeing how he wants more. But what if that's all he wants?

It’s now or never. You have to tell Cheol that it was only a one-time thing.

You turned your body to face Seungcheol and locked eyes with him. Even though you’ve seen his freshly woken up face countless times , it still brought butterflies to your stomach every time he looked at you. Especially his eyes, they somehow become even more droopier in the mornings. How could you ever say no to him when he looks like a lost puppy?

No. Stay on track.

“I don't know Cheol, I'm not sure if I can do that.”

And… here we go. You immediately see worry take over his face. His eyes somehow looked even more glossier than normal. You had to clarify yourself quickly or the damage would be irreversible.

You quickly throw your hands in the air for defense. “No, no, no… it’s not like that! I swear. I just don’t want to overcomplicate things Cheol. It’s just that I know how these things go and I seriously cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

He was about to say something before your hand went to his hair, going through his soft, fluffy locks. Seungcheol’s face seemed to relax with this gesture. You wanted to keep the atmosphere light and show him that nothing was going to change between the two of you.

It stayed like that for another minute or so.

He took a deep breath. “No I get it… But, my offer still stands you know.” He ruffled your hair while saying that last part.

God his morning voice sounds so raspy. Just how you like it. And it’s so tempting to just throw all of your self restraint away and fuck him again. But you know it’s for the best, I mean, it’s not that uncommon to fuck your best friend… right? Whatever. This whole thing will pass and you guys are just going to laugh about it someday in the future.

You giggled at that thought. But going back to what Cheol said.

“No yeah, of course. You know I would never turn down an offer to fuck you again.” This was a lie of course, but you had to keep it light. Although, this did make Cheol’s ears flush a bright red, which is very uncommon to see. Laughing, you were able to roll out of bed and start getting ready for the day.

Seungcheol’s eyes followed your frame as you went about in his room, gathering all of the lost pieces of clothing that you did not care for last night.

What you didn't know was that Seungcheol felt the same exact way about you. He was just as scared as you though, which is why he never pushed for more. Scared that he would lose you if he did so. He thought that maybe last night could lead the two of you for more, he just didn't know how to approach you about it.

He tried ignoring the sinking feeling in his chest. Your response worried a part of him because he knew that last night was for sure going to change your friendship, whether he liked it or not.

"Hey, I have to go now, but I'll see you later, yeah?" You said while waiting for him to walk you out.

"Yeah, for sure."

It will all work out, he thought. It has to.

All good things eventually come to an end.

That ‘good thing’ being your resolve. One week. A total of seven days before you came crawling back to Seungcheol about that deal. Because at this point you did not care about what was going to happen next.

From: You

Hey, I know it’s late but are you home rn?

Sent at 11:42 pm

You were desperate at this point. You thought that maybe Cheol was “great” in bed because he was the only person you’d had sex with within the last six months. So naturally, you decided to hook up with a stranger from the bar, to test your theory.

Not the best idea.

When you guys got to his apartment, he was all over you, but not in a good way. It felt rushed and sloppy. What you had forgotten during your night with Cheol was that some guys really did not care about your pleasure. Because not even two minutes of making out, and the guy was already trying to stick it in! To make matters worse, the guy didn’t even know where your clit was, like come on! Overall, it was a terrible experience.

Which is why you were in your current situation. You had weighed the pros and cons of fucking Cheol on a regular basis. …And they weren’t too bad. If anything, the two of you had excellent communication so if a problem came up then you could just talk it out, no big deal.

But god did you feel pathetic. You were so quick to shut his idea down and now you’ve come crawling back to his-

From: Cheollie

Yeah what’s up?

Sent at 11:53 pm

Relax. If he says no, then he says no. Not a big deal.

From: You

Well, if you’re not busy… I was thinking about a follow up from last week?

It’s okay if you changed your mind about it! I was just curious if you were still up for it 🫣

Sent at 11:55 pm

You immediately put your phone on ringer and threw it to the couch. The thought of seeing his text bubbles in real time gave you so much anxiety. Maybe you should just take a lap around your kitchen, that always helps right?

Not even a foot away from the couch and… he was calling you?

You scurried over to your phone and accepted the call with haste.

“He-”

“I’m coming over in ten.” And then he hung up.

Wow. That was pretty dramatic, he couldn’t have said that through text? Although, you couldn’t deny just how excited you were. It certainly didn’t help that he seemed to be just as ready as you were for him.

These next minutes of waiting were going to be hell for you.

Needless to say, you were thrilled.

You figured that with the time you had, you could at least spruce yourself up.

Which is exactly what you did.

You changed out of your old pajamas and into something more presentable. By presentable you mean revealing because you really do not want to struggle to take off your clothes. Plus, you want to give Cheol a treat for being able to come out so late. So you also sprayed on that perfume he complimented you on a while back (totally not why you continued buying it). Maybe you should clean your apartment up? Seungcheol has seen worse but it never hurts you know.

You were about to go ahead and start cleaning but the doorbell rang.

Damn, he was fast.

The anticipation was eating you alive. You could not wait for what Cheol had in mind for you. Just the mere thought of him made heat rush down to your core.

Opening the door, you were met with Seungcheol. Not just his regular self though, he was in a black compression shirt with loose-fitting sweatpants. It was so simple yet so hot. You would have kept ogling until he cleared his throat.

“What made you change your mind?” He asked with a smug expression.

Ugh, if you weren’t so turned on you would definitely wipe that smile off his face… but you needed dick bad. Like really bad.

“Well I would lie to you and say that I thought it through but I’m really horny right now…”

You turned away from him to close the door.

“Well, we can always talk about it after… right? Or maybe you’ll be too fucked out to even talk.”

Now this made you turn swiftly towards him.

Which was a big mistake. His face was merely inches away from yours and you could even smell his cologne radiating off of his body. His eyes were dark, something you only saw when he would talk to girls at the club. Only this time it was directed towards you.

You went for the kill and locked your lips against his. You needed to taste him again, you were just that insatiable. His lips were so soft and plush against your own. You were always jealous of his lips, they were always somehow perfect.

Your arms slid over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. Now pressed as close as possible, your hands began to wander throughout his torso. You never truly noticed just how broad his shoulders were, never mind his chest. You wished that he never stop whatever he was doing at the gym, because clearly it was working.

As much as Seungcheol loved the attention, he felt the need to taste you again.

“Open,” he said with a low rasp.

You obliged and opened up for him, allowing him to nibble at your lower lip. He kissed you with the same amount of fervor. He raised his hand to tangle his fingers around your hair. Seungcheol’s fingers tightened their grip causing you to let out a small whimper.

Now that was a sound Cheol loved to hear, especially coming from you. He wanted to see just how loud you could get.

Carefully, Seungcheol readjusted his grip on your hair and firmly tugged on it once again. This was his way of testing the waters, since he didn’t know how rough you liked it.

When you whimpered once again, he made sure to take a mental note of that.

Things began to get increasingly heated by the second. Which is why you decided that it was (finally) time to relocate to your bedroom.

...

Once the two of you had reached the door to your bedroom, Cheol had suddenly lifted you off the ground.

Now you weren't necessarily a fan of being picked up, considering you weren't 'light' like others. Totally not traumatized from previous partners struggling to pick you up...

“Now why would you do that?" You tried to keep it cool but it was obvious that you were a little frazzled. It honestly scared you that he was able to lift you up so easily, like what was he training for at the gym?

“Just because I can,” Seungcheol said nonchalantly. His voice made you gush with wetness, it was just that deep.

After that, he gently threw you on your bed. Maybe he just wanted to show off his strength, you thought. It was still hot either way.

He slowly started stripping, starting with his shirt. Seungcheol was a big dude, and you knew that, but seeing him in all of his glory really did something to you. Though the lighting in your room was dim, the shadows did an excellent job of emphasizing just how big his chest was. He was undeniably handsome, you could see why everyone threw themselves at him...

You were staring again. Get a grip!

"Quit with the teasing and just fuck me," you were getting more desperate by the second.

This made him even more cocky, but he didn't say anything. Rather he tugged at your shorts for you to take them off. So you did, and your cunt was immediately hit by the cold air in the room.

"No underwear?" Cheol said, trying to not make his surprise evident.

You felt like being bold today, who knows what he’ll do to you if you teased him enough.

"Why bother when you were gonna take it off anyways?"

That's when he knew you were going to be the death of him. How could he ever think about being with anyone else when you were perfect for him?

"Fuck, don't say shit like that."

Seungcheol was enamored with your body and everything that you had to offer. The soft plushness of your skin made him want to break you even more. But before he broke you, he had to give you a taste of heaven.

He started off by trailing sweet kisses on your thighs. He took his time on working you up. Eventually he reached your cunt, pressing light pecks on it.

He wanted to take his time here, remembering just how sensitive you got when he ate you for the first time. His goal was to have you crying by the end of the night.

“God, I forgot how good you tasted love,” he mumbled into your pussy.

Seungcheol used his arms to hoist your legs on his shoulders. His grip on your thighs now firm and steady.

He started off light, giving you slow and gentle licks on your clit. He wanted to slowly build you up to your first release (more like an excuse to tease you).

This seemed to please you, but not for long. You could only enjoy the slow pace for so long until you started craving for more.

Fortunately, Seungcheol had been growing his hair out, making it the perfect length to tug on.

You didn’t realize how good and bad this move would be.

This for sure got him to speed up his movements. Instead of gentle licks, he switched to harsh sucking. Occasionally groaning into your pussy, which brought you delicious vibrations. He was eating you out like a starved man, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

With his consistency, it was no surprise that you already started to feel the warmth in your lower belly. It's not like it was hard to make you cum either, that is if you knew what you were doing.

Seungcheol knew this, he felt the way you were beginning to twitch and tighten your legs around his head. God did he love just how plush and warm they were. He thinks he could stay here forever if given the opportunity. He began to speed up his efforts in hopes of bringing you to your first release of the night. The more releases, the easier it gets for him to slide into your (heavenly) pussy.

And just as he was thinking about this, you came.

But Cheol wasn’t feeling nice today, he wanted to push you past your limits. So even after you came, he still kept the same pressure and speed on your now sensitive bud.

You tried to get him to slow down, or at least just give you a little break. Tugging his hair didn’t seem to work, in fact, it worsened it. He would speed up every time you tugged on his locks. You were beginning to feel the same warmth in your belly. Two minutes haven't even passed since your first orgasm!

Just a few more licks and you were spasming against Seungcheol's head again. Finally, you pushed his head away from your overly sensitive cunt, this seemed to do the trick.

"Aw, is my pretty girl already tired?" He cooed while moving his face up to yours.

You didn't reply to him. Feeling spent from your first and second orgasms for the night.

"I hope you know that this is just the beginning love, I haven't even stretched you out yet," he whispered right before diving in to give you a kiss.

You have never tasted yourself before, it was a bit salty but nothing too strange. His hands roamed over your waist, just before going up to settle on your chest.

He softly tugged at your shirt so you would let him take it off.

Now Seungcheol was aware of how you felt about your body. Having heard your frequent frustrations with being on the chubbier side. And no matter how much he reassured you that you were beautiful, you still managed to doubt yourself. He never understood that which frustrated him just as much. He just wanted to show you just how gorgeous you were in his eyes.

So while he had the chance, he was going to show you how much he loved your body. He was going to worship you. Seungcheol peppered your chest with small chaste kisses, and he continued all the way down to your boobs. His tongue passionately flickered over one of your hardened nipples, with his hand softly massaging your other breast.

While his hand was working on your hardened bud, his other hand slithered its way down to your cunt. His thumb made slow circles on your clit, while two of his fingers teased at your entrance. Fortunately, you were wet enough to slide in with little resistance. He made slow scissoring motions to open you up for him. While he wasn't necessarily trying to make you cum, he did want to make this at this pleasurable at the very least.

But you were growing needier by the second. You loved his attention to foreplay, but god did you just want him to get inside you already.

"Please, Cheol, just get inside, I'm more than ready by now." Your face was burning, never have you begged someone to fuck you.

Your plea was more than enough and he quickly stopped everything he was doing. He got out of the bed to shimmy out of his sweats and underwear. And... god was he big. You were never the best at hiding your expressions, because one look at you and Seungcheol started laughing.

"Is something wrong?" He asked with feigned concern.

"Don't tease me right now!" You huffed with slight annoyance.

He chuckled while digging in his sweats for a condom. His smile quickly dropped when he didn't feel anything in his pockets.

Now it was your turn to laugh at him.

"I forgot to bring a condom."

You knew what you were going to recommend was dumb. But since you knew Seungcheol pretty well, you trusted him.

"We... can do it without one," you said, trying to make your voice sound confident enough.

His eyes grew wide, surprised to hear that you would let him fuck you without protection.

He took a deep breath before responding. "I know I'm clean, and I've never fucked anyone without one. I just want to make sure you are completely okay about this."

"I promise." Plus you were on birth control, it was going to be fine.

That being said, Cheol got back on the bed and settled himself between your legs. He gave his cock a few pumps before he settled it near your cunt. Within a few seconds, he slowly began to push the head inside. The initial push stung a bit, but it quickly dissipated once he went further inside.

His eyes fluttered shut at your tightness alongside letting a rough groan out.

Once he was fully inside you, he stayed there for a minute, just wanting to let you adjust to his size. After a beat or so, he experimented with a gentle thrust. You whimpered at the feeling, you wanted more so you decided to clench around his cock to let him know. Seungcheol started at an easy pace, one that was able to tame your neediness. He held that pace for a minute before he quickly switched gears on you.

He started pounding into your aching cunt, lifting your legs over his shoulders. Now this was on another level, it made it easier for him to hit that one spot.

You felt yourself clamp hard around Seungcheol's cock, feeling his thick veins dragging deliciously inside you. A whine was ripped from you as a wave of pleasure shot throughout your body. His hips started snapping into you, smirking every time you desperately cried his name out.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum again Cheol-"

"Not until I say so," as he continued snapping into your hips. The grip he had on you was growing rougher by the second. It was for sure going to leave a bruise in the morning.

He continued with his animalistic pace, grunts occasionally leaving his mouth. He started trailing messy kisses along your neck, sometimes focusing on specific areas. It was getting harder for you to hold your release, you could only last for so long...

"Come on love, you can cum," Seungcheol mumbled against your neck.

You didn't need to be told again, feeling your body shake against his. The sudden gush of wetness running between your legs. Quickly following your release, Seungcheol pulled out and came all over your stomach.

Part of you felt disappointed that he didn't come inside you, but you tried to push that feeling down.

Everything started feeling hazy, you didn't even feel it when he got off the bed to go to the bathroom. Just before you fell asleep Seungcheol lightly tapped your leg.

"Let me clean you up, yeah?"

You flinched once the rag made contact with your cunt, it was just so cold. But it only lasted for a minute.

You felt the bed dip once again and Seungcheol covered the two of you with your blanket. He wrapped his strong arms around your body, pulling your back flush to his chest. He buried his face into your neck and lulled the two of you to sleep.

You woke up to the feeling of fingertips lightly touching and tracing over your side. It was oddly soothing.

When you moved your eyes up to his face, he was looking at you with fond eyes.

"How long have you been staring at me, weirdo?"

"Only for a minute"

You let out a soft giggle. His face was so puffy in the morning, so cute.

"Did you want to come up with some ground rules for our arrangement?"

Crap. You forgot about that.

"Hmmm... I guess my only thing is not sleeping with other people."

Hopefully, he would agree to that. You just didn't feel comfortable messing around with someone knowing they have been sleeping with others.

"Yeah, I can get with that." He said with a gentle tone.

He added, "We should also let each other know when we are talking to other people."

"Of course."

Your arrangement wasn't too difficult. If anything the two of you could always opt out of it.

That should be easy right?

Part Two: II

[lasciviouspoison]

omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p

ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(

plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.

plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.

plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.

plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -

“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.

“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.

“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”

your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.

the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.

“please.”

that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.

he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.

he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”

you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”

he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”

before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.

eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.

he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.

“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.

“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.

eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”

after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.

immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.

eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.

as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.

when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.

he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.

he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.

his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.

by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.

with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.

“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”

with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.

eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.

he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.

he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.

with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.

“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.

you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”

his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”

your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.

your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.

his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.

he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.

with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.

a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.

once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.

as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.

when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.

he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.

eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.

however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.

“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.

eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.

[lenoraslament]

Slytherin boys +Pansy react

Their Favorite Perfume for you to Wear

I’m such a fraghead I had to make it

Mattheo Riddle

Fruity, confident, bright scents

There is nothing that turns his head faster than a confident girl. He loves sexy, fruity perfumes that inspire him to take you on like a conquest.

Tom Ford Lost Cherry

Armani Si Passione

Sol de Janeiro 40 Bom De Bright

Victoria secret Bombshell

7 Virtues Coconut Sun

Lorenzo Berkshire

Sweet edible scents

This guy is just such a damn munch. He wants you to smell as edible as he thinks you are.

Kay Ali Vanilla 28

Burberry Her

Kay Ali Yum Pistachio

Sol de Janeiro Cheirosa 62

Theo Nott

Dark sexy scents

Theo wants you to smells as tempting and as seductive as you look. Dark coffees, spicy ambers, the epitome of sinking his hands into your hair and tugging jt back. Hard.

Black Opium

Victoria Secret Very Sexy

Tom Ford Black Orchid

Maison Margiela Jazz Club

Draco Malfoy

Clean florals

He loves when you smell as fresh and pretty as a spring day. Or at least as pretty as the expensive floral arrangements he buys you.

Replica Springtime in the Park

Chanel Chance

Glossier You

By/ Rosie Jane

Bliase Zabini

Spicy florals or Clean Scents

Blaise I’m torn because I feel like he would appreciate the simple clean soap smell. Beautiful and unproblematic. But Blaise secretly loves that sexy drama so he would appreciate a sexier floral scent that still has an air of sophistication to it.

Good girl

Arianna Grande Cloud

Juliette has a Gun Not a Perfume

Nest Indigo

Tom Riddle

Expensive and Sexy

Tom wants you to smell luxe, expensive, and unquestionably perfect. Think hotel lobby or the world’s most expensive vanilla. He won’t take you seriously if you show up smelling like a piece of candy. He probably won’t take you seriously either way but at least your presence won’t be as much of a bother if you smell good.

YSL libre

Baccarat Rouge

Billie eilish ‘Eilish’

Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede

Pansy Parkinson

Niche scents.

Pansy ‘quintessential cool girl’ Parkinson will appreciate niche fragrances. She loves the unique and lesser known, it reminds her of you. Also she wants to be able to steal perfumes from your cool collection.

Vilhelm Perfumes: Poets of Berlin

Tokyo milk: Dead Sexy

Byredo Gypsy Water

[kairismess]

just let him adore you. — atsumu miya x reader

🎧 song inspo: adore you by harry styles.

🏐 genre: fluffiness with a good brew of coffee ~

✒️ word count: 1,006

💭 summary: atsumu could never move on from the one who made his heart skip a beat at first glance, he held you in his heart, even after six years, for him to grab this very opportunity to tell you how he really feels.

🍥 author's note: time to spread the harry styles agenda (i'm so late to the party)

it was one sunny morning at the local cafe atsumu frequented, there was nothing out of the ordinary that day–just the same, average routine for the pro volleyball player, when he wasn't being noticed in public, that is. he was surprisingly very good at being lowkey, especially at the one place he found the most relaxation at.

on that day, that day when the light, feathery clouds let the sun's warm rays seem through it–he was greeted by the voice of someone who sounded familiar by the counter. he turned his head to see his old classmate from high school, smiling up at him, wearing that usually mundane, boring uniform of the cafe, that looked a thousand times prettier now that you were wearing it.

he's cheeks went flushed without him realizing it, and his honey colored pupils dilated as his lips parted, his mouth hung a little open. he tried to compose himself after you called out to him again, smiling still, and he shook his head, coughing a bit. "ah, yeah, um... can i get a, uh..." he stammered, unsure now of what his usual even was anymore because: one, you didn't usually take his order–and two, it was you who was going to take his order.

you, the exchange student that ended up in his class and brightened his uneventful days up with the small hint of your smile–you, who sat next to him in class and beat him to greeting you first–you, whose pretty strawberry lipstick always made your lips shine and appear glossier, and always had a sort of colorful way of looking at and doing things.

with you, atsumu always felt like he was in a rainbow state of paradise. but today, unfortunately, it felt like today he was stuck at one end of the rainbow spectrum at a time, since... you probably didn't recognize him–and, even if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd even remember him.

well, no harm in starting over again, he thought to himself as he finally got his order out to you and you went right to work at punching his order in and making it. atsumu really felt like his usual today would be a lot more flavorful than his ordinary 'usual', because today, the first person to ever make his heart beat a tiny bit more was going to make it.

"so... ya been 'ere long?" he asked you with a partially confident smile as he watched you brew his drink. you chuckled and responded that, no, you hadn't been working here for long–you'd barely been here for a month, actually. atsumu nodded as he watched you pour in the rest of the contents of his drink, mixing them up into a beautiful slurry of shades and lights. "for a rookie, y'sure are great at this whole coffee makin' thing." you smiled at his compliment. "and... you sure are nice, mister." you complimented him back, making him blush and smile wider.

atsumu snickered as he leaned over on the counter as he watched you cover his drink and began to write his order down. "alright, um, your name, sir?" "you first." he teases, grinning sneakily, making you laugh a little at how smooth he was. you pointed to your name tag and giggled. "right here." "i know, but... there's somethin' real pretty about ya and yer name, i wanna hear what it's like for ya to introduce yerself ta me, if it ain't too much ta ask for." he admitted, blushing a little as his eyes shone even more staring up at you with a wide smile on his blushing face.

you gave in and introduced yourself to him, and atsumu repeated your name, as if to take in the fact that, indeed, you were the one that made his heart patter all those six years ago–with the same way you carried yourself and said your name, how your eyes gleamed with a darling innocence and brightness to them, and how you always seemed to catch his heartstrings and squeeze his heart in all the right places to make him love you so, so much more the more you two talked and casually spent time together.

"alright, well... tsum." "tsum?" you asked him, feeling as though you've heard that name before, somewhere in a chapter of your past that you could kind of but not wholly remember. atsumu nodded. "spell it however ya want, i ain't that uptight 'bout it." he spoke, trusting you that you'd remember him well enough, even just barely, to spell his name the way you always did–because you gave him that nickname, 'tsum', and he grew to love it ever since, because... you gave him that name when you two became friends.

"this may be strange, tsum, but... i feel like i know you from somewhere." you confessed, feeling a bit awkward and shy. atsumu chuckled and thanked you for the drink, his long, calloused fingers brushing against your own when he received the drink. "well... so do i, actually." "really?" "i think... i've seen ya in m'dreams before." he teased, which was semi-true, he had occasionally dreamt of you here and there after graduation, wondering if you two would ever meet again.

it surprised him how calm he was, seeing the first person he ever truly loved right before him–and though he was always confused about what exactly he felt about you back then since he was so young and unsure... he knows how he really feels now, and he couldn't be any happier to feel it again and see you, be with you in the very cafe he loved visiting.

he doesn't mind how long it takes, he doesn't need you to love him, you don't have to say anything to fill the silence with him or say you're his when you two are starting out again–he'd gladly walk through fire for you, he'd do any and everything for you... just let him adore you. it's all he'll ever do, and all he's ever done.

[saturn-nite]

"she goes boom!"

- drabble . gojo satoru x afab!reader .

summary: maybe you deserved it, maybe you didn't, but satoru can't resist breaking you down to make you beg

cw: dom!satoru, sub!reader, edging (a lot), a very teasing satoru, brat taming if you squint, dumbification for a bit, satoru being unfair, mentions of cunnilingus + fingering, a sprinkle of degradation (calls reader slut), praise (calls reader a good girl), one (1) daddy used, nicknames (honey, darling, my girl), clit spanking briefly, begging, punishment play ish , slight dacryphilia

a/n: first time writing smut and first time posting on tumblr :")) hope yall like xx [this is a repost]

"You still with me, baby?"

The words, low and teasing, are mumbled into your inner thigh in between playful nips, but the concern is still quietly audible. Shakily, you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking blearily where Satoru has lifted his head up from your core.

It's unfair how beautiful he looks- alabaster strands artfully ruffled from when your hands had clung onto them, blue eyes bright and cheeky, glossy pink lips made even glossier with your arousal.

A sharp tap on your thigh reminds you to focus and you force yourself to rein in your thoughts to focus.

"I asked you a question, honey," Satoru murmurs, tilting his head mockingly. "Don't tell me you're already fucked dumb? I haven't even done anything yet."

Your first instinct is to scoff- liar. He has been doing something- someone, rather- and has been for the past hour in fact. Teasing you with his fingers, tongue, playfully slapping your throbbing clit as his fingers massage your outer folds, their tips skimming your entrance but never pushing deeper to soothe the burning ache in your core to let you cum, playfully dangling you at the edge of release every time before pulling back.

"I- Satoru-"

"Focus," he singsongs, his smirk widening into a grin, slapping your clit in quick succession, causing you to squeak slightly. "You never answered my question, darlin'."

"Mm-" you struggle to rein back your thoughts, still panting and sniffing slightly, remembering his check-in. "I- y-yeah, 'm good."

Satoru hums, gently kissing your inner thigh, a quiet agreement to continue this.

"Good girl," he murmurs, letting his soft side show for just half a second before his smirk's back on his face, eyes half-lidded with mischief, low tones transforming into a growl. "Or well... not. This is a punishment, no? 'S what you get for being a bitchy little brat."

You cry out when he spanks your pussy hard to punctuate his point, a half sob lurching out your throat as you try to close your legs and hide your poor cunt from him, but his hands firmly lock your thighs in place, spread out and wide open just for him.

"S-said I was sorry," you whine.

Satoru chuckles lowly and you can't but clench involuntarily at the sound. "Aw, but brats like you never do mean their apologies, do they? But that's okay," he continues casually, conversationally, hands gliding up and down your thighs, tone turning faintly mocking. "Daddy's just gotta fuck the brat outta ya, hmm?"

You whine. "'toru-"

"Shh..." he cuts in smoothly, clambering on top of you, caging you in, gently raising your hands up to pin them on either side of your head. "Just stay pretty for me, hm?"

His lips meet your own, wet with your arousal and you can't help but moan into the kiss, eager for more as your hips needlessly bounce up to rub against one of Satoru's thighs that had sneakily pressed up against your core. The slight friction makes you dizzy and you whimper, mindlessly rubbing up and down his thigh as the kiss deepens.

"God, you're such a slut, huh?" he chuckles, breaking the kiss. "Can't last two minutes without me touching you down there, can you?"

"Satoru, please-"

"Please what, honey?" he chuckles, mouth moving down to nibble on that sensitive spot on your neck and you keen. To him, you're so cute like this, your walls breaking down from some simple pleasure, tongue-tied from trying to answer a couple of questions. "You gotta be specific."

"'Toru," you gasp. "Just- please."

Satoru clicks his tongue, shaking his head, mock pouting. "Darling, I know you can to better than that... use your words, huh?"

"Satoru-"

He frowns and sits up, releasing your hands. "Hmm? Well, I guess you don't want it that much then-"

"Toru, please-" you grab his wrist, blinking away tears of desperation, trembling. "Please just fuck me, please, need you inside me, wanna feel you-"

"Aww, you're so cute when you're honest," he purrs, leaning in close, right beside your ear.

You screw your eyes up at the feeling of his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear. Even with your eyes firmly shut, you don't need to imagine to cocky, fox-like smirk on his face, canines ready to devour you.

"But I think my girl can last a bit longer than that, right~?"

[losing-it-lately]

Pretty when I cry by Camila Cabello for TASM!Peter Parker.

Or

Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish for TASM!Peter Parker.

Pretty When I Cry

wc: 0.8k

tasm!peter parker x reader

this is a bit angsty so beware!

You look good, really good. In the way that Peter doesn't know what he should be doing anymore. Makeup smudged all around your eyes, a shiny dress of some kind and the most beautiful clear tears adorn your cheeks like small crystals. You always get sad when you're drunk, and he always takes you home when you're drunk.

Peter hates clubs. He always has. When he was younger, he couldn’t stand places with too much noise or too many people or too many random stains, and all of his dislikes increased abundantly after he got bit. It’s been so many years and Peter still hates clubs, he can’t fathom why anybody would ever willingly spend their Friday night in one. But, ever since you both turned old enough to frequent one, you would bring him there and he would look after you. And without a doubt, every Friday since he broke your heart, Peter continues to lurk in the club near your apartment and watch over you.

Yes, your friends can look after you, and it’s dingy and dirty and downright disgusting, but you’re there too. Every Friday, you’re there, so every Friday, Peter will be there too with a watchful eye.

You were Peter’s classmate, then the cute girl who found out about his double life, and then his girlfriend. You both had grown up together. Your first drink was a shot shared with Peter; it was sour and caused a visceral reaction, and that night, he gently lay you in your bed after the alcohol had suspended you in a drunken stupor. Peter promised you that night that he would be there for every drunken evening, and he hadn't yet broken that promise.

Every Friday, you would dress up in your finest party outfit, anything that you could scrummage from anywhere to try to get your mind off the love of your life's swift abandonment. And you knew you were doing something right, because without a doubt, Peter would end up taking off your shoes and draping warm blankets over your tired body. The liver damage was worth the potential undoing of the damage that Peter inflicted on your heart.

Your arms begin to drop more when you dance; Peter knows your tells and he can see that you are exhausted from the hours of dancing and drinking. He looks so out of place, in a dark hoodie with some darker jeans to let him blend into the background; he must be naive if he thinks you don’t notice him even in the dark. Peter shoves through people. He’s going to take you home: seat you in his car, play your favourite music and hold the back of your seat to pretend that he is holding your hand and resting alongside you. You both participate in this routine every week like clockwork. He picks you up out of the crowd and drives you back to your place, he helps you get unready and takes off your makeup and whispers whatever he wishes he could say when you’re sober, and then he breaks off completely and leaves you alone in your apartment without a note or a message or any indication that he still cares.

But today, something feels different, you’re completely silent in the car. No humming or mumbling or even moving, something has washed over you. Your eyes are even glossier than usual, a telltale sign of an incoming sob- but you’re still dead quiet. “Hey, are you ok?” Hif voice is soft and it floats around you like music.

“Why did you leave me,” in the lowest whisper you can muster up. If Peter’s car was any older and louder, he wouldn’t have been able to hear that question, and for a fourth time, he feels his heart shatter.

How can he properly explain to you all of the guilty nights, knowing that you were in danger. There were a myriad of villains who hated him enough to try to find you, to try to hurt you, and everyday that you loved him felt like another death sentence. So he ended it. Looking after you from afar was still looking after you, and even if it felt like a prison of his own making, he was keeping the promise he made you. Maybe it was selfish, but he hadn't taken the time to consider how horrible you felt too. “Just… you keep coming back, and I keep wanting you to come back, but then you leave again.”

Your voice seems so small now in comparison to how much space and attention you try to take up on the dance floor. And you look so pretty, then and now, even with your mascara making trails down your cheeks and your lipstick smudged and your tears wet. “I’m sorry,” is all he can muster up.

“Just take me home.” You turn to the window and watch whatever drives by. Next week and the weeks after that, Peter won't be there, and eventually you will stop frequenting that club. But he won't stop taking care of you, even if you don't know and you don't stop missing him, not until he comes home to you.

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ „ POISONOUS ─┐

tw. almost noncon, incest, manipulation/coercion, lowkey cucking, manhandling, voyeurism, breeding, oral wordcount. 5.8k

a/n.  day 1 of kinktober fics! writing suna was very fun but also kinda hard so i apologize if he's written pretty rough ♡♡♡ but i did it for the suna fans in the audience, so you better appreciate how long this fic is at least! anyway i love him and his stupid as fuck perfect face

suna rintaro x fem!reader x miya osamu

There’s a certain charm to the way it trickles from the roof down, down the pipe into the ever increasing puddle of muddy, dirty rainwater. It gives him the same feeling he gets when that rain drums hard on the translucent umbrella above his head, with the rhythmic pattern of a frantic heartbeat. Makes his evenings walking back along the same street, same houses, same -now that winter is on its way- dreadful scenery a bit more bearable. His thighs and core still tingle from practice, radiating heat like a stove— and if he stares long enough he could convince himself that droplets aiming for his skin evaporate upon landing.

His typical, daily walk ends at the end of the road; the house on the very edge, two facades free to the street as a stray car slowly drives by and makes the wet sidewalk sud with more water. Lucky he’s not wearing nice sneakers, he presumes. It’s not his house. Can’t be, you wouldn’t allow it. And ignore it as he might, his repentance is indefinitely tied to this place.

As he stuffs the spare pair of keys into the keyhole, the flowy curtains pull back, and he lowers the umbrella to pull it to a squeaked close. He can sense the eyes on him, even if he can’t see them, and lets a grin curl onto his lips. Click of the lock, not once but twice, and a little shove — and the curtain drops closed as the pat of feet running down the hall meets his ears. The door is swung open before him with a sort of mix between fear and excitement that scares him for a moment, arm reaching to block the exit before he can think it through; or see if you’ll stop in time.

An arm and a leg, knee also knocking into the doorframe to block the path towards the street, like you’re an overzealous pet. But he doesn’t have time to think it through, before your face is aimed at his and you’re staring up at him like you’re appreciative and disgusted all at once. Your silence is tense, with the calculating way you position yourself in the doorway. But he smiles nevertheless, and clears his throat. “Hey, little sister. I’m home.”

Your long, stupid long fucking lashes flutter as you take a deep breath and reach to grab at his collar to gently, but impatiently, pull him down a few inches. “Rin nii,” you breathe, and smile as your eyes get a tad glossier. Though he can clearly tell you are a little bit uncomfortable embracing him again -his own fault, he knows- it’s a sweet attempt at normality. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?” His voice comes out a bit raspy, and he dips down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your crown. You basically melt against him at the touch, the human equivalent of a purr, and he runs long fingers along the side of your face with a soft breath. “Good.” Then he pulls back to glance at your face, the heat burning over your nose, and how you seem to be a little short of breath. That— and suddenly all at once he notices the distinct lack of much clothing, covering the doorway even more. 

The look burns at the edges of his thin blanket of shame, and makes his stomach turn. “You should go back in, baby sister. You’re giving the neighborhood a show.” Your expression barely changes, but there’s a split second where your eyes flick to his waist, then right back up. It’s not even an unfair reaction, but it still makes him let out a cold laugh, looking away. Well, you’re not wrong, he guesses. The moment’s enough to have him forgetting about the familiar rush of displeasure, the nauseating feeling of jealousy seeping from his skin. In this split second, there’s only him between you, and that door; and he’d never forgive himself if you got away again. Got hurt. He just… just can’t have you running out.

Not again. “C’mon, use those pretty little legs to carry yourself all the way back to the couch, and then we can talk.” Your big eyes flick only over his shoulder for a second, like you’re considering the possibility of running, before you turn and thump back the way you came. And another familiar voice sounds out through the hall.

“Yer late, she ‘bout threw a whole fit before I could get ma hands on ‘er. Baby, c’mere, sit back down.” He’s interrupted by your soft voice, though you’re too quiet for him to make out what you say. And after a hum, Osamu continues. “Ran out into the yard— she was near hypothermic before I got her into the bath.” There’s a few moments of silence, before a low moan comes. “Fuck, that’s it— Take it ju~st like that.” Rintaro bristles, skin crawling with a low sort of irritation that makes the hairs on his arms stand upright. He closes the door behind him and takes a long, deliberate breath- then walks around the corner. The sight that greets him makes him a little sick to his stomach, though mostly from the icky envy sticking to the roof of his mouth as he drops his bag of practice gear aside and averts his eyes.

From the way you, his girl, his property, is sat between Osamu’s legs; pretty lips kissing up the length of his cock with a whine and a shiver. The brunet grimaces. “Samu, I thought I asked you not to pull this shit with her when I’m around.”

“Ya weren’t, until two seconds ago,” Osamu simply responds, grabbing your cheek to coach you back to his cock and bucking into your wet mouth as the sound -along with your pretty moans- fills the silence in the room. Rintaro’s eyes glide back to his friend, trying to bite through the hostility. You pull back with another noise, but Osamu’s grip on your cheek doesn’t allow for much room, and so you huff and lick at the head for a few more moments. “B’sides, she’s my fiancée,” the wet noise of your tongue darting around his length as he forces it back into your mouth, “don’t tell me- w-what to do- ah- with my own wife… And s’nothin’ you haven’t seen before, Rin.”

It stays quiet for a long time, where time itself seems to hold its breath for you three. As the truth collects in a puddle between you all and wets your feet with icy pinpricks. The other man is the first to break the silence, as he brushes his thumbs along your cheeks in the exposed position. “She’s your sister, Rin. You guys have ta sort this thing out, don’t ya think? Right, baby?”

“... I let him in, didn’t I?” You pull back again, swallow and take a deep breath against the tears on your waterline, before wrapping your soft palm around Osamu’s cock to turn over your shoulder. Eyes questioning, carefully flitting over his expression to test the waters. “We’re okay, Rin nii. You’re… fine.” It's vile. The way his brain clings to that admittance of mercy, and melting it together with the image of your flushed, glossy lips and marked up neck and tits. You mewl under your breath, going more putty when your soon-to-be husband pulls your head towards the ceiling by your hair.

Osamu groans low when you continue the handjob dutifully, but lets his eyes flutter closed on the couch, and you don’t take your eyes away from him where he still remains to the side. “Rintaro,” you speak it again, even softer— like the feeling of his name on your tongue is almost too much to bear. He feels the same. He shrugs off his jacket, gives you another last look, before walking past you two towards the bedrooms. “Nii nii,” you almost beg.

But he can’t. “Well, let me know when you finish up here,” his voice is slow and deliberate as you fully attempt to follow him, but the hand in your hair stops you. And though Osamu lets out a slight grumble under his breath, he pretends well not to care, coaching you patiently back to the hot cock in front of your face. You don’t struggle, not anymore, and Rintaro wills himself not to feel the ache in the center of his chest as he leaves you behind in the living room to mind his own. He would be mad. Could be, if not for the fact that he started all of this in the first place. Made a show out of you. 

It doesn’t really surprise him that you don’t fight the order any harder either. You never fight anyone on their mishaps hard enough to cause a ripple. He loves you for it, he does. Even if everything else falls apart around you two, you love your big brother. He knows it, Osamu knows it, and even if you’re too proud to admit it— you did let him in. You have yet to deny him anything. He crashes onto the bed of the spare room, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of you and the squeaking of the couch grow louder and louder.

+

“Rin nii, where are we going?” your voice echoes through the night, where you trip, stumble, and barely catch yourself on his arm as he laughs. Your little pout is set a little sharper when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along with him, ignoring street lights in favor of crossing the street under the protection of night. “Rintaro~” you whine long and needy, frown growing with each second he chuckles more— but he can’t help it. It’s exhilarating to have you clinging to his side like an overgrown child, fixed with an uncertainty only he can clear up.

“Stop being such a brat, just keep up,” he whispers into your crown, burying his face into your hair for just long enough to have the heat linger. “I need your help for something.” You falter a little in your step, and stare up at him as you walk, but he doesn’t look down. Can’t, or he might just spill his guts right here and now, both literally and figuratively. Truth is, you’re not stupid. A little too trusting, and endlessly forgiving of his sins, yes; but not stupid. He would dare to bet that you could figure it out if you really wanted to. And as long as you don’t bother to confront him, he isn’t going to speak life into it. “Stop staring.”

“Rin nii,” you try, only to snap your mouth shut when his sharp, bright eyes find yours.

Truth is— it’s easier to pretend that it’s brotherly affection, isn’t it? That you don’t feel the way his heart races as his arm slips around your lower back and he pulls you in close enough to share each other’s body heat. You walk through the empty-enough street with soft footsteps, pace fast, until he suddenly squeezes your hip. And though you bristle a little, you can only look at the side of his face. He refuses to make eye contact. “In here, c’mon.” You follow him in between the gates of the old park, towards the faint flickering of yellow light and murmuring— steps only getting a little more hesitant.

“Mom will know we left,” you suddenly whisper, hiding your face into his side more, and clinging to his long shirt with a sudden fear.

“We’re sibling bonding, little sister. Mom will understand. And I won’t tell if you don’t,” the brunet shoots back with a convincing grin, making you nod and wrap your arm around his waist in return. But really, his hands are a little shaky, and his throat dry. You arrive at the fire pit like that, tangled in each other’s embrace and hiding yourself into his ribs— his friends falling a little quiet before Rintaro dares peel himself away from you. Atsumu’s eyes look giddy in this light, and Osamu’s calculating but attentive. Aran only pauses his story for a few seconds, before smiling at you.

“You want to take a seat?”

Your first instinct -a fact that makes him heat up inside- is to look at your Rin nii for confirmation. And so he shakes his head. “She’s fine.”

“Told ya he’d actually get ‘er, Tsumu.” Osamu’s lips are wrapped around a beer bottle, one of many strewn around the fire. The heat of it makes you glow a little more, skin feeling electric on his. He feels a little fuzzy under all their gazes, under the expectations of the night. “Ya’ll hafta cough up fifty bucks soon.” 

“‘M not coughin’ up shit until I see ‘t.” The other man besides him grimaces as he speaks, voice a little too loud in the silence of the night. “So, little Suna, ya like yer brother?” Atsumu’s eyes glint gold as he takes in how you’re still pressed into your big brother’s side, and you give him a polite nod as answer. Then the blond glances up at him instead, and leans back on the log he’s sat on. “What now, Sunarin…”

“He’ll do it,” Osamu mumbles.

And Atsumu frowns, taking a beer of his own. “Shut up, he couldn’t, Samu.”

They continue with the bickering as Rintaro’s hand slides down your spine to comfort you a little. “Do what?” you whisper, almost as if to yourself, and Rintaro’s breath hitches in his throat. Your eyes glisten as you turn to look up at him now, lips glossy as they pull into a frown. You clear your voice to speak louder, demanding as your chest presses against his belly in the process. “What did you take me out here for, Rintaro? Do what?”

His tongue rubs along the back of his teeth as he dares to finally, finally confront you — towering over you as he does, and takes your hand. You go blank-faced, and try to pull back; because maybe, whatever you see on his face isn’t the answer you were hoping for. But his fingers wrap tighter around your wrist, and he cracks open his mouth to let out a little chuckle. “What, you don’t trust your big brother?”

“Tell me what’s happening, Rin nii.” Your rapid breathing and the way you grab at his shirt like you’re ready to push, fight him if you have to, it stings. But he’s a good enough actor to bite through it to paint a smile on his lips, ignoring the eyes he can feel on the two of you. Staring in anticipation. There’s a few tense moments where you just stare up at him, big, innocent eyes flicking all over his face in question. Before you grow impatient and try to pull your hand away again, only to be stopped by his arm where he wraps it around the small of your waist. “I want to go home, nii nii,” your lip shakes, voice quieting to barely a whisper, “let go.”

“We’re just playing, little sis,” he breathes out with another smile, though he’s sure this one barely reaches the corners of his lips. Biting his bottom lip, he leans down further into your space until you’re basically nose to nose and your eyes go wide in shock. It happens before his brain can catch up with his body. One second you’re shoving at his shoulder in an attempt to escape from whatever situation he’s just trapped you in, and the next he’s pulling your head back by your hair and is kissing you like he means it. He does mean it.

Everything goes deathly quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the rapid pounding of his blood rushing through his brain. Cheeks hot and lips tingly. His tongue is in your mouth before either of you have any chance to catch your balance, pulling you into him full force and squeezing you so close it’s suffocating. And then he moans, and you let out a muffled noise into his mouth and everything comes in with the weight of the world. The guys’ shocked mumbles. Your nails digging into his arm, your whimpering, the way you’re pushing against him and trying to snake out of his grip.

But it doesn’t really matter, because he’s still kissing you. You, the apple of his eye, the one thing he’s wanted more than he’s ever wanted anything. He’s actually fucking kissing you, making out with his little sister like the fucked up lunatic his friends bet he was. Can’t help but lick into the sweetness of your mouth and claim you for himself. “Stop wiggling. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rintaro huffs in the split second you manage to separate yourself from him, before forcing another kiss on you and his time, your tongue tangles with his much sweeter. Turning into lazy kissing when you slump into his hold and your shaky hands reach for his collar. His head is heavy as he pulls back to stare at your puffy lips, the way your wet lashes flutter— and his stomach flips hard.

“Take off your shirt,” Rintaro breathes out into the tenseness of the air, “pants too.” Whatever you want to say next is interrupted by the way Atsumu breathes out a hoarse ‘bro’, and you stare at your big brother with utter mortification written all over your face. You shake his hands off of you and reach up to slap him hard across the cheek— though not nearly hard enough to knock him out of his love-drunk haze; and he’s grabbing at you and pulling you closer towards the firepit.

“Rintaro, no! Stop it, stop!” You cry as you’re hauled into clearer view and he manhandles you down onto the ground, with his body on top of you. “Stop being so weird, I wanna go home!” you can only squeak, and beg as your glossy eyes spill over into thick tears. “I did as you asked, now let me go~!” It’s with almost nauseating regret that he feels his cock stir hard in his jeans at the sight, the touching and blubbering panic crossing your pretty features.

“Rintaro, people will hear.” Aran softly speaks from the side, the twins rendered entirely quiet too.

But he— can’t let this chance go, can he? He loves you, loves you so fucking much it makes him sick. After years of longing and regret, you can’t possibly blame him. Your pitiful whining dies down almost instinctively when he kisses you again, claiming your mouth and cheeks and down your neck with hot panting, and grabs your upper arms to heave himself above you. “Come on, just trust me. Please. Big brother will take care of you.”

“No!” Your pretty cheeks are wet with tears by the time he takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. You’re halfway towards bawling your eyes out in his arms, clinging so desperately to him that the realization punches him in the belly hard enough to quiet him. Tongue tied. He’s immediately flooded by the weight of his actions, apologetic or not, loosening the grip he has on you just enough for you to take a sniffled breath and push yourself from the floor. You punch him hard in the chest, and run your hand under your nose to wipe away the snot and tears there, then get up entirely.

“I hate you, you’re such a dick! All of you.” You bite out through your tears, wobbly on your shaky legs. His mouth drops open, and suddenly he’s never felt more guilt in his whole life— he is so sorry, so, so, sorry— but before he can say anything of use, you’re turning on your heel, and marching out of their presence.

It wasn’t his stupid bet. It wasn’t him who noticed your infatuation with him first, it was them, it was his friends- his stupid friends— but- “Wait,” Rintaro manages to mumble, barely adible. But Osamu’s the first to move. Or rather -the only one not frozen in the absolute chaos of the moment- calling your name and gently jogging towards you as you disappear towards the far end of the quiet park. 

+

Rin.

Rin.

You don’t hate him anymore, do you? It’s been years, so he’s sure you can’t. He’s been patient. And apologetic, too. Penitent.

It’s definitely a few hours past midnight when he rolls over to meet warm skin, arm curling subconsciously around the heat. He lets out a long, heavy breath, burying deeper into the soft blanket. Before sharp eyes open again and zero in on the shape before him, no longer alone in the spare bed.

“Rin nii,” you whisper, looking ever so attentive.

He’s cold and warm all at once. “It’s the middle of the night,” his voice comes out heavier and a bit raspy as he pulls back his hand, “go back to bed.” You don’t acknowledge it, but are quick to tangle your fingers with his again despite his hesitation.

“Osamu says we should talk-”

“-we can talk in the morning,” Rin snaps back, staring at your face. It’s harsh, but … he’s well aware of his faults by now. And doing his best not to long for more is so much harder when you’re pressed close to him and look at him like he hung the moon in the sky. Truth is, he doesn’t trust himself anymore. Because he knows that if given the chance, he’d do everything Osamu did and then some— kiss your pretty lips until you run out of air and choke on his love. The silence remains thick between you two, your smaller hand squeezing tight around his. He’s really not sure how it happens, but you manage to shuffle close enough to take up his entire world, your legs tangled with his long limbs without hesitation. And you take a deep breath.

“I love you.” Rintaro’s pretty sure he’s lucid dreaming when you say it, whisper it like it’s a well kept secret; and don’t shy away from him when he leans in to hover his lips over yours. “Samu says we should make up, for his sake.” He can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, but he nods anyway, barely sane as he stays right in place. Smiling, because he must be. A lunatic. Pining for his little sister like a first class Oedipus complex. “Are you sorry?” you ask, and he answers genuinely— because if nothing else, he loves you too much to care about perception.

“Always.” This too, is the truth. “I shouldn’t want you, but I do. I hate it.”

“I -” you start, and loop an arm around his neck to draw him even closer, “I wanted you first.” Everything goes a little crooked in his head. Palms clammy, he grips your hip with his free hand, and nose to nose, you let him pull you in more. Even daring to break the silence, heavy lashes fluttering with your words. “I don’t want you to leave anymore, niichan.” And then there’s a kiss. A hard kiss, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in, immediately moving you to get pinned below him. With tongue and teeth, you two melt together as you whine and moan, and send him into a spiral even more than before.

“Always showing me what I can’t have,” Rintaro grunts as you tangle your fingers into the base of his hair, threading through it as you let him take you— wrap your thighs around his glutes. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” The kiss grows deeper, more intense, as he heaves his weight above you and presses you into the pillows, entire body hot and cold all at once. You’re so sweet under him, clinging to his wide shoulders as you give yourself to him and roll your hips against his. A soft ‘more’ is moaned against his lips, something he gladly gives into, pulling away to rid himself of the shirt making him overheat, and shoving his shorts down.

Then he's back to your mouth, and moaning your name into it, sucking on your tongue and squeezing your cheeks like he can’t possibly be close enough to you. His wiry body is wrapped entirely to swallow you up whole, strong thighs against your soft ones, your chest rising and falling against his, and an entirely new sort of noise falling from you as he goes between kissing you and nipping down your neck with greedy love bites. “You’re so- hmh, fucking beautiful; you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” He pants against your neck as his cock swells in his boxers, pushing hard against the stretchy fabric and against your pelvic area and leaving him a trembling mess.

Like he’s a giddy teen all over again, you leave him sweating and too eager to really think. Hands come to squeeze your tits, all the years of pent up tension pouring into the kisses and words he lays on your skin, and you let him. Let all his doubt melt away into you as you kiss him again too, and moan for your big brother like you’ve never done before. He’s had the pleasure and punishment of hearing your noises plenty before, and not once were you like this. So vocal, desperately withering beneath his hands as they slide up your top and suck on your pebbled nipples.

Your hips buck against his hard cock until he can’t take another second, and crawls back to shove his boxers down his thighs. His heavy cock is leaking pre and glossy at the tip as it bounces between his legs, and his entire body feels electric when you moan loud and needy at the sight. “Niichan, please.” His ego glows bright in the darkness, at your coaching, and the way you’re desperately trying and failing to pull him closer. It’s cute. You’re cute. And also so fucking quick to follow suit and shuffle out of your panties it kinda shocks him, his balls feeling heavy and needy too.

He rolls your nipple between his fingers a few times, before sliding his big hands along your body down and overy your raised mound, and puffy lips of your wet -really fucking wet- pussy to stare. “G-od, please, nii nii, I want you. I love you,” you babble as you so hopelessly beg him to get closer, but the way your pussy glistens in the low light of the room is too much to ignore.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he coos, and chuckles in disbelief as his fingers find no resistance upon pushing into your clenching, sloppy cunt like he’s been dreaming of for years. “You wanted your big brother’s cock this bad? Hm?” Your head bps up and down honestly, tears glistening at your lash line while you curl in the blankets, and he doesn’t hold back from gripping his cock hard and wiping the head along your slit until your wetness coats him entirely. You feel so fucking good— it’s criminal. He’s already halfway to coming just from touching you like this, grabbing your chest to suck there impatiently. He lets out a long hum when you curl your arms around his head and sucks hard on your nipples, moving between the two of them to kiss and bite at his sister’s tits.

“Always want you, Rin. Even when you…” you go quiet, before biting your lip hard, “I still w-want you. Does that make me crazy?”

He’s back nose to nose when he pulls back to look at you proper, and the way you’re about to cry, cunt kissing the head of his cock and distracting him from full sentences. “No, you’re- it’s not. You’re my girl, ‘kay? Agh, you’re your big brother’s body t-to use. Give me a kiss.” You moan into it as he pulls you up against his body more, positioning you so that your cunt drools onto his cock and the hot, flushed head of it is able to rock against your needy pussy. His fat, heavy cock slips in while you’re saying his name, and makes his head go light and body go tingly.

You’re so fucking tight. So wet and sloppy all for him, and he groans long and deep as he pulls you down all the way onto his cock and fat balls with a slow pull. He can’t help it, his little sister’s just so fucking pretty taking his cock deep into your belly. Has him humping against you without much control, rhythm animalistic as he stuffs you full of cock with each hard pump. The sharp sting of his hip bones into your supple skin is enough to have you crying out, dutifully holding your hands to his broad shoulders with your head buried deep into his neck. It rattles the bed hard and obnoxious, and he doesn’t give a fuck.

Let Samu wake up, it’s all his fault anyways. All the noise and stimulation of his cock head nudging against your spongy spot has you trying to blink back tears, mouth cracked open and lips so puffy and pretty. Your cunt’s sucking on his cock like it’s enchanted, needing more and more and more. And Rintaro’s all too glad to give. “Rin nii, Rinta—” you whisper, choking your little breaths down and pushing back to meet his thrusts, tits bouncing with the motions.

“Fuck, baby sister, that’s it. Your pussy’s so fuck—ing good, s’tight. Takes me so- ugh, ah, so well.” He pulls your hips up into him to force his cock even deeper inside you, your gushing walls clinging to his pretty cock tighter than he can handle. Your body arches and trembles below him too, he can tell by the way you’re  trying and failing to hang on more with his coaching, mewling incoherent pleas as your pussy gushes around him. “My little sister likes being stuffed full of cock? Like getting that needy pussy stretched by her nii nii, hm?” ‘Yes, yes,’ you babble over and over again, thighs sinking a little lower to tilt your hips into his thrusts.

This way his spongy, sensitive head bumps so perfectly up against your spot each time he fills you that it’s impossible to think straight. Let alone respond properly, barely aware he’s asked you anything at all. He can’t blame you, close enough to come with every single motion of his hips meeting yours. Each thump of the bed frame rattling as it hits the wall.  “God, fuck, I’m fucking my little sister. ‘M so sorry. So fucking— shit, ahg-fuck.”

“Rintaro, rintaro, I’m close,” you breathe into a kiss you force onto him, taking his cheeks between both hands to pull him back to you and feel his balls slap against your ass, and strong thighs straining as he fucks into you again. “I want my big brother to make me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna get this pretty belly filled with my cum?” He presses one hand between your bodies to your belly to push down on it, tightening the space around his cock even more and making him groan. Your cunt’s clenching around his dick so hard it’s making him lightheaded. Hair sticks to his face as he grips your face to slide his tongue into your mouth, and put all his devotion into showing you. Again, all you can do is bite your lip and moan, rolling your hips back right when he thrusts all the way back inside your ring of muscles. He only speeds the rhythm up when you don’t answer, laying down onto your body to bite the crook of your neck with a grunt. “Tell me, c’mon, fucking tell me. I wanna hear it.”

“Ah, I want my— b-big brother to cum in me,” you whimper at his hot breath on your neck and sticky skin molding with yours as his hips pound into you and his cock forces open your desperate walls. “Feels so good, so big, -ah- please. Gonna cum, g’na cum~ niichan.” He takes a deep breath at that, lifting himself off you and one hand coming to wrap around your throat to hold you for leverage, squeezing just right at the sides. It’s so perfect, the coil in your belly ready to snap so hard. You dangle on the edge of orgasm long enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, cream all over my cock. You’re gonna milk me for every last bit of nii nii’s cum, that’s it.” You try to nod in his hold, but you’re being bounced on his cock so hard at this point that the blood’s rushing between your ears and deafening you. All that’s left is your needy body pushing back onto his cock and shaking when he sneaks his other hand between your legs to rub at your clit hard and precisely, with tiny circles right on the puffy, glossy nub. “Cum so that I can fill this pretty, cumdump pussy with my seed, baby. Come on. Cum. You’ll make me a daddy, right?” he hisses, squeezing harder and letting you see stars over your closed eyelids, pussy fluttering around him and pulling him back inside with each wet ‘pap’. “Say it,” he grunts.

“Yes, yes, I wan’it,” your voice rises in pitch each word with the relentless rubbing of your puffy clit, before your back arches entirely and you reach back to claw at his thighs as your orgasm hits you. His fingers don’t stop for a second as you cry out. “Ha-hng, big brother, big bru~dder! Want your cum, want Rin nii’s hot cum filling me up, please! Please- niichan!” His rhythm goes even faster, balls smacking to your dripping pussy and cock stretching you out so pretty.

You’re so pretty for him, shaking on his cock as he fucks you through it, and kisses your face for a few more thrusts before he cums with a choked grunt of your name, fucking hot ropes of white into your gushing cunt. With a low, choked grunt he pulls out and slides three of his fingers in instead to keep your clenching pussy nice and plugged up, and keeping every drop of cum right where it belongs. And though he can tell you’re tired, you still take the time to brush your fingers along his cheek, and look up at him. “Love y’ nii nii. I forgive you.”

“I love you too,” he mumbles back, on his knees and suddenly exhausted too. The door squeaks just barely as Rin allows the moment to break and turns over his shoulder. To look at the hall and the face peeking into the room with an unimpressed, tired glance between the two of you. “Yer both so fuckin’ loud, fuck.” He gives the man a quick look of something resembling understanding though, and waves his hand as he disappears back into the master bedroom across the hall. “An’ yer fuckin’ welcome.”

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[paperstarwriters]

What do you do if you find your lover sleeping with a better version of you?

Maybe not even sexually, but they wrap their arm around your midsection, they cuddle their face into your neck, and from afar it looks as if they're hugging you.

but that can't be you, because you're standing here. In the doorway, staring at the stranger who wears your skin. And when they turn their head, you know full well that it is not you.

They're beautiful. Too beautiful. Too ethereally beautiful their face is just like yours but so much prettier somehow, it's softer where it should be soft, sharper where it should be sharp. The structure is the same, but fine details are changed. Not every blemish is removed form your skin, but enough are that you can tell, and those that remain hardly even look like blemishes.

Your skin looks smooth, free of the texture that it's notorious for having, your hair looks tousled and yet is somehow free of knots.

and when that creature opens it's eyes, you find yourself looking at your own, glossier, shinier and prettier than you've ever seen them before.

It's like every single word, every single compliment your partner ever gave you turned true.

And though you see the creature shift, though you see the bones snap and swivel and turn, you see the flesh shrink, stretch, melt, they eyes roll loops in it's skull, you still find yourself reaching out to touch the finished figure.

They look exactly like your love.

To you at least perhaps... did you truly look so pretty to your love? Did you—

did you check if they were alive?

[grimioure]

footnotes ⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀sub! sunwoo x afab! reader .. smut .. some fluff .. pussydrunk! woo .. cunnilingus .. mentions of face sitting .. did i hint at the idea that woo loves giving head? + first time writing smut so please don’t turn me into a s’more at the bonfire

apparently, in this world, you can be either one of two things: a rule breaker or a people pleaser. sunwoo is neither of them—not completely at least. does he still qualify for the second category if there’s only one person he seeks to push to the edge of pure bliss?

it’s never a surprise when he holds your legs spread apart, eagerly licking a strip before lapping at your sensitive clit. he loves it when you’re soaked right down to your pearl before he even gets the chance to taste you.

(‘makes his plump lips even glossier or something like that. his head was buried between your thighs at that time so you couldn’t fully comprehend his reasoning. it had also mixed with his pleas for you to sit on his face properly so there was no chance of proper communication.)

yet no matter how drunk sunwoo is from your pussy, he’ll never fail to check if you’re enjoying it as much as he does. twinkling, chocolate-tinted irises pinpointed on your visage, eagerly savoring the way you struggle to close your mouth while he’s using his so well. but among them all, his favorite signal has to be the delicious burn on his scalp after you curl your shaky fingers in his tousled onyx tresses.

“you look so pretty from this angle,” he’s dreamy-eyed by the time he experimentally flicks his tongue at your entrance. “my pretty baby, my beautiful angel, my.. my.. my..”

he can’t think straight right now, proven by his mindless babbling, but he knows you know from the way he stays between your legs until you’re spilling everything in his awaiting mouth.

my only one who i’ll ever want to satisfy.

[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 14 [ GOJO SATORU X MUTUAL MASTURBATION ] cws mutual masturbation ! MDNI

it all started when you caught satoru masturbating. he was laying in your shared bed, legs spread open and one hand fisting his cock while the other held up his phone where some cheesy porn played. as soon as he realized he had been caught, he came, and although he felt shameful over it, the warm cum dribbling down his fingers almost feeling as if it was burning him, he still invited you to join him — that being the first time you two played with one another.

satoru loved how your hands looked wrapped around his dick, how you would sometimes stroke his length while playing with his balls, going at the exact pace you knew made him whine your name while bucking up his hips, craving more of your touch, always showing just how impatient he truly was, never fully satisfied with anything you gave him. he would ask you to go faster, his thighs tensing and parting wider all while he got more breathless by the second, the way his back would arch forward and his cheeks would turn a pretty shade of pink when he came down your fingers making you moan his name louder — especially because even if you were focused on him, and he was feeling ever so overwhelmed by his own orgasm, satoru still wouldn’t forget that he too was trying to bring you to one. while you touched him, he would have two fingers stuffed in your cunt, your slick leaving them glistening and your walls clenching around them anytime he reached into that soft spot inside your pussy that made your eyes roll backwards and your legs close up around his wrist. satoru loved seeing you like that, trying to focus on both things without letting your lust take over your mind completely, wanting to seek your own high while still wanting to make sure your boyfriend reached his. it was cute, he had to admit, and it only fueled him, the moment he noticed your eyes growing glossier and your stroking around his dick losing a bit of rhythm being when he knew you were close — so he would move his fingers in and out of you faster, using his thumb to play with your clit and even starting to help you by fucking up into your hand, his favorite thing being the times you two were able to make each other cum at almost the same exact time.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[onlyjaeyun]

YES YES YES PLEASE LET’S TALK ABOUT MEAN DOM SUNGHOON AND HOW HE’D BE SOOOO INTO SPITTING AND DIRTY TALK (im SO sorry for caps lock this man just makes me crazy)

you're so right about this because mean dom!sunghoon is the type to have you seated in between his legs, pretty tigs on full display for him to admire as he fucks his fists and makes you watch because you didn't earn the privilege of taking him in your mouth. he knows how badly you want to taste and suck him, make him happy and take every drop of his cum, yet also won't say anything because he gave you clear instructions of keeping your hands on your thighs and watch him without making a single noise. sunghoon just can't help but groan and throw his head back the glossier your eyes become from how much you want him; you're his in every way imaginable and he just loves teasing you about it. "look at how fucking greedy you are, it's pathetic", he grunts and slows down his strokes, his own release tickling the bottom of his spine to the point where he cant do anything without letting out a sound of pleasure, "you're lucky it looks good on you, princess, not everyone can pull it off like you." his words are mean, his voice deep snd raspy from all the arousal rushing theough his blood but his eyes don't match, as they're filled with want and hunger in a way you've never had anybody look at you. all you can do is nod in agreement, too mesmerized by the way the precum is dripping down his pretty fingers before he uses them as lubricant for his fast strokes. "open up", he suddenly demands and before your brain can even process it, you part your lips and stick your tongue out, too excited about what's to come. sunghoon chuckles and rolls his eyes at just how eager you to take whatever he gives you. so he just casually grabs the base of his thick cock, taps the tip against the muscle of your tongue and hisses at the sudden warmth from your mouth, barely stoppinh himself from fucking your throat. and just when you think you're finally gonna get to taste his cum, sunghoon pulls his cock away and lets a thick drop of his spit fall onto the back of your tongue, the taste eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. "you're such a good little whore, aren't you? almost good enough for my cock", he chuckles again and leans back, his eyes eagerly roaming your face and the pretty sight of your tits, "let's see if you can earn it this time, hm? or i'll have to fuck it into you, yeah?"

[triplesilverstar]

Unexpected literature

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, established relationship, slight cringe, teasing, nerds being nerds

Word count: 1.3K

A/N: You're left waiting for the bus and getting bored, and you find something hidden between the page of book that you find rather interesting.

You were bored, so instead of sitting at the bus stop waiting with Vash you decided to head back to the hotel to see if you couldn’t find a book or an old newspaper, really anything with the written word, to try and occupy some of your time. You could only sit next to Vash at the bus stop for so long before you started to feel antsy. Like there was something else you could be doing instead of cooking under the twin suns. Well and instead of sitting at a bar or diner scaring off the locals, or so Vash had said last time you both tried to snack and rest inside of one while waiting. 

The delays to the bus schedule were starting to get hectic and while you wanted to investigate, Vash had asked you to keep your head down for that one.

For once. You decided to listen to the plea from the wanted outlaw. At least for now anyway, because you were finding it strange how affected the once very regular schedule of the bus runs between larger settlements had become. As much as you wanted answers, you’d stand by just like most other passengers just waiting to move along. 

Which brought you to your current situation. 

Pulling old books from shelves inside of the inn the two of you had checked out of that morning. Some days you really did miss how many books and novels had been on the ship's drive that you could read while floating out in space waiting for well, anything. At least no town ever had the same books as another, you assumed it was from the rarity of books from the archives and just how much it cost to print books. 

Magazines and newspapers was one thing, a passing journalist, that had made you do a double take when you learned the arid planet had them, had explained. The people of Noman’s land didn’t use paper for their magazines or newspapers. No. They used highly processed worm skins to print on, apparently, the only native species found on the planet so far had a pretty good use between making printing material to cables. And what they wanted to call cigarettes.

As you pulled the different books from the shelves you checked the titles, flipped a few pages before realizing it wasn’t what you were looking for and sticking it back in place. There was only a dozen or so tomes and you were starting to get near the end with none of them having really caught your interest. Pulling the next book you don’t expect to find anything of interest in a book titled Horticulture and Hydroponics . Kind of a bad joke all things considered, like a cosmic joke on humanity that a book like that existed on a planet covered in sand that it’d have little use for.

Flipping through the pages until landing near the center and feeling your eyes widen and your cheeks starting to burn before slamming it closed. Glancing around almost as if you're skittish with the noise you just made, a soft sigh and your shoulders dropping as you realize you were entirely alone. Thank whatever forces existed because the line you just read does not have anything to do with growing plants.

Well. Not in the sense of the book anyway.

Another glance around and you open back to where you were and notice the pages are glossier, tilting your head in confusion as you flip back and realize you’ve found something not quite of the ordinary tucked in the folds of the book. It looks like a magazine of some kind, and you feel your body flush as you find the cover page. It takes almost all of your willpower not to burst out laughing at the title and the image gracing the front.

How the Typhoon sent me in a spin. The best short stories about Vash the Stampede physical encounters . If the image just under the title is supposed to be Vash, oh boy. Sure it has the blond hair and sunglasses, but the artist has taken a few liberties with his clothing. Or lack thereof. You know from experience that Vash uses that massive bulky jacket of his to hide how built he is. The image on the cover however looks more like an oiled up bodybuilder than your shy plant. Even the smirk the artist gave him gives off the allure that he’s a lot more confident than he actually is. You know everything in this little book has to be fake for a reason beyond your own knowledge with what his experience had been before you. The beefed up fake Vash doesn’t have a single scar or blemish on his skin.

Great for a thirsty mind that might need a distraction, but far from the real thing of his patchwork skin held together by a variety of metal bits and wires. At least they still drew his prosthetic.

Flipping to the first story you almost snort. It seems like the title implied its little snippets about Vash the Stampede spending some time with a few ladies, and gentleman, and leaving them a mess afterward in bed. 

Using the book it was hidden in you read a little more, raising your eyebrow at some of the descriptions as you try to picture Vash doing what’s written on the page.

And reading a little more, now leaning against the wall with a grin on your face.

Until you realize an hour later you read all the little stories about what people thought they had done with your handsome plant. Glancing around and biting your lip, you’re hit with a terrible, wonderful idea. It’s obvious this book was hidden away for a reason, and it certainly wasn’t made by any of the big publishers but it’s clearly something fan made. If that was a thing on Noman’s Land. Pulling a few bills of double dollars from your wallet you slip them between the pages before curling the magazine and tucking it into your sleeve.

It’s too good of an opportunity to see how Vash reacts to it. Humming as you head back towards the bus stop to see the blond sitting there with his bag under his butt and yours serving as a backrest as he lounges under the paltry shade. You’d think he was asleep except for the tapping of his foot in the air and the slight bob of his head to the tunes playing in his ear. Approaching him slowly and waiting for that imperceptible nod that he’s aware of your presence and reaching up to remove his earbuds you strike.

  Sliding the magazine from your arm and almost hurling it at his face. “I guess some of the rumors make more sense if this is what you’re doing to people.”

  The pages spread as it flew threw the air so the centerfold slapped him with a smack that echoed in the empty street. A grumble as Vash’s gloved hand removed the object “What are you talking about Snipes?”

  “Look at the cover.”

  “I still don’t ge-“ Squeaking after his eyes dart across the page, tossing the magazine in the air you snap your arm out to grab your newest prize as Vash turns into a mumbling incoherent mess about how that isn’t him while trying to hide in his jacket that he’s turning a lovely crimson to match.

  “Oh I think you do, and I think you have some explaining to do.” Folding your arms across your chest in mock answer. “Now start talking.”

  Sometimes it’s worth being bored on the desert planet, at least now it is when you oh so often find something to tease your boyfriend about. It’s fun to be a jerk sometimes with the independent plant that stole your heart.

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