#he captured this random ass man

[riddle-man]

[whateverloomis]

🖤 Dilf!Billy Loomis x AFAB reader (Stepcest)

🖤 Part 2

Warnings: Stepcest, predetermined family, fingering, teasing, p in v, roughness, infidelity, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight degradation, mentions of Stu, age gap (middle aged Billy and reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (no pronouns,) unedited

Your mother had never been shy with her love life. She's had multiple partners after your dad passed away. Random hookups with attractive older men happened pretty often too. You're sure it's all been to fill the void and drown the unwanted emotions.

You've never really had the best relationship with her, you bud heads a lot and have grown distant since your biological dad passed, not to mention the countless arguments about every little inconvenience.

For that reason and many others you haven't been secretive about the attraction towards your step father, Billy Loomis. You don't care if he actually loves her or not. You'll let any selfish thoughts cross your mind and oh boy, you want that man inside you as soon as possible.

He's been living with you and your mother for 2 years and as time went by it got more difficult to contain yourself around him, especially since he openly flirts with you and you swear that one of these days you're going to jump on his cock the second you find a chance.

One particular day your mother left for the weekend on a business trip. You were more than sure that she'd been cheating on Billy with his best friend, Stu Macher. They've worked together for years and it's so obvious that they've got something going on.

To be completely honest, you wouldn't mind having Stu as your next step father. He's just as hot as Billy and you never miss the way that he checks you out whenever you're around him. Gosh, if you could have both of them at the same time you know you'd cum the second they both lay hands on you.

Being alone with Billy for the weekend was going to be difficult. You haven't hooked up with anyone in so long and touching yourself isn't satisfying anymore. The way he shamelessly walks around shirtless with sweatpants that highlight his cock drives you crazy and you don't know how you'll survive around him.

Because of that you were feeling bold. You wanted to risk it all, and you did.

It was a Saturday morning and you wake up ready to take the day off to relax after a long week. After you brushed your teeth and showered, you went to the kitchen in just a thong, a thin cotton crop and knee high socks. You knew Billy would walk in the kitchen any second after hearing the water turn off in the shower and were ready to pounce at any moment.

"Well good morning to you too." The sound of his deep voice instantly sent shivers down your spine.

Billy was standing against the countertop behind you shamelessly looking at your exposed ass and gorgeous legs. His hair was damp from the shower and slicked back. No shirt on. Grey sweatpants. He was out to hunt and you were his easy prey.

Turning around, you smiled innocently at him and pointed at the stove, "You want pancakes? I'm making myself some."

Billy could see right through you and he wasn't playing your games.

At your question he chuckled and walked towards you. His hands instantly found your waist and his eyes captured yours, "I'm hungry for something else," he said and squeezed your flesh slightly, his eyes lingering on your tits before scanning your face.

He was driving you mad. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip to suppress a pathetic moan that threatened to come out of you.

Billy seemed to notice and smirked at your reaction, "I don't think your mother would like knowing you're walking around the house looking like that while I'm here," he said and it was your turn to chuckle at his nonchalant comment.

"I don't think she'd like to see her husband grab me like he is right now but here we are," you answered and he lost it.

Billy ran his hands down and under your ass cheeks before picking you up. He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. His large hands rested on your thighs and he occasionally squeezed them.

"Don't use that tone with me," he said half serious and you laughed teasingly as his words.

"Why? Is daddy gonna ground me? Hm?" you teased further and Billy grabbed your face with his right hand under your jaw, making you look into his eyes. You smirked at him and that was enough, the man crashed his lips against yours and kissed you hungrily.

You were desperate. Both of you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair and he was holding you impossibly close to his body. He groped your ass as you rocked against him slowly.

He was hard and needy before, but having you like this was going to make him cum right then and there if he wasn't careful.

Billy slid one of his hands from your ass to your hip, down your inner thigh and finally over your core. He felt the wetness through the fabric of your thong and he gasped at you mockingly, "I've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he said and you whined softly. So desperate to feel him inside you. Your body ached for his cock.

The man couldn't contain himself much longer. He was already pulling your panties to the side and playing with your cunt. Rubbing your sensitive bud in circular motions and running his fingers down to your throbbing hole, dipping them just enough to pleasure you but not enough to satisfy the craving. He was torturing you. Torturing himself.

"Mm... Billy please," you moaned and grabbed his big hand, pushing his fingers all the way inside you and whining at the feeling of finally being filled up. It still wasn't enough but fuck did it feel amazing when he started to fuck you with his fingers.

You throbbed around him and he groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good... I bet you'll feel better around my dick," he whispered in your ear as you fucked yourself with his fingers.

You grabbed his cock and felt how big he is. Gosh you were so right when you imagined him as you rode your dildo in your room alone at night.

"Mmphh... Please fuck me," you begged and Billy pulled his fingers out of your cunt, sucking on them teasingly and moaning at your taste.

He pulled you towards him by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. He held your legs around his middle and carried you to his and your mother's bedroom.

After he released you, you crawled on the bed and positioned yourself on the edge on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your behind. You slowly removed your thong for him and revealed your glistening cunt.

Billy groaned at the sight and pulled his sweatpants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He wanted to eat you up and taste your whole body but right then he couldn't handle the sight of your waiting hole. He'd been wanting to bury himself inside you for so long, and when he finally did you both moaned at the same time.

He didn't bother to wear protection and you honestly didn't give a fuck at that point. You didn't care if your stepfather knocked you up, as fucked up as it sounds.

"Ahh fuck... Harder Daddy, harder!" You nearly screamed, and to that he complied.

Billy grabbed your hips harshly and pounded you hard enough that you felt his cock all the way up your stomach. He pressed your head against the mattress, your back arched perfectly for him and the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing against him was nearly enough to make him cum inside you, but he was smarter than that of course.

"Getting fucked by your stepfather, who does that?" He shamed you and it made you throb around him. You were nearly going to cum just by hearing his words, it was a chase for release between the two of you.

After a few more thrusts the knot inside you finally broke as his tip brushed against your gspot. You came around him and screamed at the feeling of the intense waves that were coursing through your body. You had one, two, three mini orgasms after the big O and fuck you needed more.

Billy nearly bust his load inside your sweet pussy, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your back. He took a mental picture at how good your body looked covered in his seed.

"I'll clean up the mess for you," he whispered teasingly before giving you a lingering kiss.

As he walked into the bathroom you heard the front door open. Your mom and Stus voice echoed in the living room.

Fuck.

"I'll take care of it..."

•

I know I know, we hate cliffhangers but I love teasing y'all :p ;)

Hope you enjoyed reading <33

[suiana]

guys imagine being an attraction in a zoo and having a yandere! alien zookeeper??

basically you're a human right, and these aliens captured you one day because humans are a dying species and they're endangered and stuff 🤑 so then they put you in a zoo enclosure that's reminiscent to human apartments based on what they read in books because it's cute.

all day long you just sit around in your enclosure and do random ass things while getting gawked at by aliens who try touching you through the bars of your enclosure. you felt like a lesser being. i mean, that's what humans were to these aliens anyway.

the only one who treats you like a decent and equal being is the zookeeper who has a rather odd attraction to you. he doesn't touch you without your consent, calls you by your name instead of just 'human', and even gives you food that you like! plus, he's just so sweet! turning red whenever you two are close to each other, trying to learn more about human culture...

it's just that he's a little weird.

lingering gazes, the constant monitor checking, asking about how humans show love and stuff... if you didn't know better you'd have thought he was in love with you! haha... not like he is one, right? he's just doing his job. learning more about humans and stuff... haha...

but you trusted him. he took such good care of you after all. he'd never try and hurt you. and he's an alien anyway, albeit a handsome and attractive one. he wouldn't be interested in you, a human, of all things.

that is, until, another human gets captured and put into the same exhibit as you. they wanted you two to copulate-to continue the bloodline you know.

that's when you started noticing your zookeeper acting up. you noticed how his lingering gazes and questions about love quickly turned into threats against the other human who didn't even want to be there.

surely your weird but sweet alien zookeeper wouldn't do anything, right? your poor roommate doesn't even like you that way! your caretaker would definitely see that right?

wrong.

one day, you were sleeping until you get rudely awoken by the scream of your new roommate.

"oi quiet down will you? I'm-"

"sorry my dear, go back to sleep."

standing in front of you was your alien caretaker, drenched in the blood of your mangled roommate. a sickeningly sweet smile was on his face as he held your roommate's now limp body by his... crushed head? you couldn't even recognize your roomie's body anymore.

"it's okay, I'm sorry you had to see that. humans get startled easily don't they?"

startled was an understatement to what you were feeling right now. you felt like you were about to vomit out your guts.

you watched as the red liquid dripped from your alien zookeeper's arms, the smell of iron overpowering your senses as you black out. this is all just a dream. it's just a dream. it has to be. when you wake up, you and your roomie will be perfectly fine in your cute little enclosure.

however when you awoke, you found yourself in a completely new room with pictures of you plastered all over the walls. realization seeps in as you hear the familiar voice of someone you should've never trusted.

"you're awake, my dear. how are you feeling?"

man you were so fucked.

[gakukitty]

— ONE, TWO, THREE, SMIILE ! x sakamoto days

summary . where ur boyfriend keeps his naughty pics of you !!!

wc . 1.2k

cw . SMUT / SUGGESTIVE MDNI , the characters arreeaeee… shin asakura , kei uzuki , nagumo yoichi , heisuke mashimo , shishiba , gaku , natsuki seba

masterlist ౨ৎ

note: i’m writing this rlly late at night so sorry for any mistakes / confusing stuff ; w ; i’ll get around to editing it ine daaayyyg

shin asakura

in a locket on his necklace . shin is veeery cautious about where he keeps his picture ! you’re the love of his life; and there is absolutely no way that he will ever let anyone see you like that.

ooh, now that he thinks about it— you look sooo good in this photo. lips all glossy as they’re wrapped around his cock, your pretty nails sparkling from the flash of the camera as you stroke the rest of his length that your warm mouth can’t take. and man, does he love the look in your eyes. yup, shin will keep this with him until the day he dies.

shin doesnt really look at the picture that often. he already feels bad enough having it in the first place— even if it’s rather small and tucked away in a pretty little locket attached to another necklace draped on his neck. but one night, when he’s feeling particularly hot and bothered and you’re not there— he really can’t help but sneak a look at the cute picture, his head tilting back as he palms himself through his pants.

kei uzuki

in his wallet . kei isn’t exactly secretive about this picture— he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, and definitely deserve to be shown off a little. but not too much.

after all, he wouldn’t want just anyone to see a pretty lady— his pretty lady— sat on his lap and taking his thick cock like a freakin’ champ! he was so proud of you that night, his free hand gently caressing your neck, a smile curved on his lips.

that very same smile always appears when he opens his wallet. ah, how he loves the sight of you.

nagumo yoichi

in his phonecase . nagumo loves you so much; so of course he’s gonna have his all time favorite picture of you slipped into his phonecase. his very clear phomecase.

come ooon, don’t look at him like that— he knows that you love being shown off a little! especially when you were grinding all up on him and moaning sweetly when he was on the phone that night. as soon as that call ended, he was soo quick to flip you over. and in a matter of minutes, he was thrusting in and out, in and out, whining and groaning into your ear as his hand clutches at your waist. he took many photos (of course), but the prettiest one in his opinion was definitely the one of your back arching, ass pressed against his pelvis as his warm palm squeezes at the flesh of your hip. if only pictures could capture sounds, as well.

nagumo likes to look at this picture a lot. sways flipping his phone so he can smile dreamily at the sight, admiring the sweat glistening on your back and he suddenly has an idea; he thinks it’s about time he takes another photo. this time, your face will be visible! it’s safe to say you didn’t do much sleeping that night.

heisuke mashimo

an acrylic keychain . this one’s a little out there and rather random , but i think that it fits heisuke perfectly !

he just loooves that photo. you’re perched on your knees, plush lips pursed as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. it felt so good, and the memory is definitely a welcome one whenever he sees his cute keychain dangle on his rifle bag. thing. (?)

heisuke was adamant about making this keychain all on his own. even the thought of letting someone else see that picture made his cheeks flush and his heartbeat quicken. so, he did it himself. it was a little hard, because firstly— heisuke’s not the best at DIY. and secondly, he was just a little distracted by how cute you looked !

in the end, though, he managed. and it doesn’t even look too bad! maybe you’ll need to rearward him :3

shishiba

photo album . i honestly can’t see shishiba bringing such a precious picture anywhere that could risk someone seeing it or blood splattering on it— tainting the sweet image of you taking his cock.

so, instead, he keeps all of his prizes neat in a photo album. he has two; a digital one, and a book which he keeps in your shared bedroom. his digital album is nice, sure.. but in all honesty, he fucking loves running his fingers over the pictures in his photobook.

when he’s off at work, he’ll settle for staring longingly and swiping through the pictures of his digital album. oh, you looked so good that night.. squirming and whining against his tongue. he sighs softly, swiping again.

and when shishiba is back at home, he’s flipping through the pages of the physical copy. he thinks that he’d like to cum over this picture of you— or rather, your pretty pussy. he glances over to the clock. when will you get home?

gaku

his lockscreen . gaku didn’t really put much thought into it. one night, after fucking you thoroughly into the sheets to the point you had fallen asleep, drooling against his arm, he found himself scrolling through the photos he took during all that. he hums, silently admiring the angles. he almost feels like a professional photographer or something. he chuckles quietly at the thought.

but when he lands on one specific picture— his thumb pauses. this is definitely his favorite. you had just came, and the expression on your face was so cute he just couldn’t resist snapping an extra picture. so, with a similar feeling of impulse, he sets it as his lockscreen.

he just smirks when he hears you squeal in the morning. he tilts his head, looking over to you as you clutch his phone. cute, he thinks.

gaku really doesn’t care what other people think of his new lockscreen, though. the stares are irrelevant, the small sounds of surprise are almost getting irritating. he’s just happy to be greeted by your cute face each time he turns his phone on.

natsuki seba

on his toolbox . natsuki really loves his pictures of you. he replaces them almost every week or two, but the one that has stayed the longest (two weeks and a half so far), is quite gorgeous.

your glistening cunt is on display, a mixture of his spit, his cum and your cum leaks out so nicely. he was absolutely entranced, a finger reaching to spread your folds. like smiling for the camera.. but in a different way. this picture is definitely worth it’s place on his toolbox.

natsuki likes to have two pictures. one of your sex life, and one of your beautiful face during a date. as much as he loves his girl when she’s all fucked out; he also loves the smile on your face when the two of you go out.

he tapes the two pictures on either side of his toolbox with sparkly washi tape— that you left with him on accident one evening. he’ll give it back one day, he promises! every time he reaches for something, he’s greeted by whichever sight he’s in the mood for and he loooves it !

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[pearlzier]

now playing . . . cowboy by tyler the creator 𓈒⠀ ✧

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀warnings / smut, cheating, random ass boyfriend called josh, reader is wearing a skirt, oral (m!receiving), p in v, public kinda (they're outside in the garden), unprotected sex (idk no mattlings running around yetzies)

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀word count / lots of words like over 2k probably ??

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀ㅤׂ ⠀author's note / i got so carried away this was supposed 2 be a drabble LMFAOOO have fun w this :3

"THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND. YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER, ALRIGHT?" is what he was told, the moment he met you.

and he listened. he really tried to. until he couldn't anymore. until he had you pinned against the wall of his friend's house, creaming on his dick. it sounds insane, it probably was, but matt was a man pushed to his last straw with a very pretty girl at the end of it. you can't blame him for that, even if it does sound cruel. to be honest, his initial resilience and resistance of temptation should've been a dead giveaway to the way he would fall into the claws of desire so hard.

matt didn't think much when he heard that josh had gotten a girlfriend. he was happy for his friend, glad that he'd found someone. he didn't expect you to be drop dead fucking gorgeous. to be so pretty. he had to do a double take when he first saw you, absolutely stunned. josh wasn't that bad looking, no, but.. to pull a girl like you was a massive feat for anyone. you're like, so fitting for josh. but at the same time, that makes you fitting for matt. of course you are.

he's fully aware of how he stared at you the first time he saw you, which caused josh to say—"that's my girlfriend. you stay the fuck away from her, alright?"—bringing him out from the daze of lewd thoughts and inappropriate positions his brain had already put you in. was he a shit friend? probably.

this resulted in matt having a bit of a staring problem as you'd called it. it wasn't creepy or anything, it was actually appreciated and polite. albeit very much loaded. it was like you knew he was head over heels for you and decided to dangle your affection infront of him in some form of torture. it was not fair how he had to hide his boner around you. absolutely torture.

he couldn't hang out with josh like he used to simply because of your presence. and you fucking knew it too, you tease. it was your favourite thing to wear the tiniest clothes around him or simply bat your lashes and giggle in the most adorable way. matt was pretty sure you wanted him dead, just from how amazing you were. once again, at a party held at josh's place, he's day dreaming a little taking you in. his blue eyes flicker over you, he swallows thickly, glancing down at the soda he had in his hands. he'd barely drank any of it, if any. too distracted by your presence.

trying to focus his attention on something else, he glances away from you, focusing his attention on some other girls dancing together. they want his attention, you just.. capture his attention without even trying. until you actually did try to get his attention, flashing him that soft little smile when your eyes met his. he has to practically force his jaw shut after it drops at the sight of you. he's so whipped for his friend's girlfriend.

matt curses himself for the way he glances away like a little kid when you meet his gaze, and he knows you most definitely saw it. he swallows hard, trying to focus on somerhing but you once more. it becomes impossible when he feels a presence which he knows is most definitely you beside him. his mouth goes dry.

"hi, matt," you say, all coy, like you don't know the exact effect you have on him. matt glances up at you, trying not to seem as awkward as he feels. his lashes flutter as he tries ro come up with a response that feels chill, not.. insane. "hey," he settles on—it's simple, casual. doesn't betray the thoughts in his head.

the smile on your glossy lips only grows at that. it's like you can see directly through him into his soul. your eyes rake over him for a moment, as you consider what to say, "you havin' fun?" you watch him, waiting for a response even if you know exactly how he's feeling. matt goes quiet, brain whirling once more in an attempt to seem normal. "sure," he starts, "just.. y'know.." great job, matt. he seems so normal, right? great.

the laugh you let out at his response has his gut tightening along with his jeans, and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat for a moment. matt runs his fingers through his hair, playing with his rings in a nervous movement. "y'know?" your words are soft, curious, as if coaxing him to continue. he really doesn't want to, but he does, anyway.

"uh," matt scratches the back of his neck, an awkward chuckle slipping past his lips. you don't think its awkward at all, no, you think it's adorable. endearing. he's adorable. "a little bored, i guess, but.. never really been much of a party guy," his blue eyes meet yours again and the intensity, the tension, makes him glance away once more. you laugh again, making his cheeks flush.

"bored? here? m'surprised, everyone's like.. having the time of their lives," you're not wrong—everyone is having the time of their lives.

"i could think of plenty of other things that would constitute as the time of my life, this isn't one of 'em," matt snarks playfully, finding himself comfortable with you almost instantly. you have this vibe, this comfortable aura that makes people relax and chill out. trustworthy, in a way. "i get it, don't worry. besides the dancing and people and.. things, it's not that entertaining." he can agree with that, and he nods, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he leans back against the wall.

this allows him a moment to take you in. he shouldn't have done that. that once over only made his thoughts about you worse. horrifically worse, oh god. matt glanced at the ceiling as if the faint stain on it was interesting. it wasn't. he'd much rather leave stains with you on some sheets. even he cringed at his own thoughts. "come outside with me," you offer after a moment. everything about you oozes innocent but matt can't help but think you're anything but. he thinks about josh and swallows, mumbling, "i don't think josh would like that very much."

"he's not here right now, is he?" you remember very vividly josh had gone out to grab some drinks for the party with another friend of his, having headed to the convenience store near his house. which left you with free reign of the party, and the chance to do whatever you fucking pleased. and you wanted to do matt. the obvious answer.

matt's a tiny bit stunned by your words and he blinks slowly, processing for a minute before his brain catches up and he nods quickly, pushing off of the wall with an eagerness he's embarassed at. "you're right," he starts, "yeah, okay," he nods towards the door leading outside to the back garden with the hot tub and such. he's a tiny bit nervous you're playing with him, to go back and tell josh what he's doing, however you seem just as into this as he is, and he nods once more.

he takes the lead, glancing back frequently to check you're still there. you are, thankfully, and he gains a tiny bit more confidence. "you look nice," he murmurs, quiet, so if you didn't hear him he wouldn't have to repeat himself. you did hear him, however, and you feel flush at that. that soft smile only grows more, "thank you. can say the same," matt laughs softly, glancing away bashfully. he holds the door for you, delighting in the way your soft body brushes against his. he wants to feel more. wants to feel you under him, above him, around him.

it's cool outside, an easy breeze that contrasts to the warm heat of bodies within the house. you visibly relax which makes him relax too. he's quiet, you're quiet, the two of you making your way to a quiet part of the garden. it's sort of an alley, the bit between the back gate and the house itself. he likes how private it is. "so," matt starts, "so," you respond in return. it's not an awkward silence, but gentle. he laughs softly, he doesn't even know why. you're just so pretty it makes him giddy. and he says it. "you look so pretty."

"you think i look pretty?" you know you look pretty. when don't you?

"uh-huh," he nods, gently. "real pretty," he swallows hard. you overwhelm him. "sometimes i think—" he shouldn't go down that rabbit hole, especially not infront of you.

but he'd already gone too far, you'd heard him. "you think what?" you're always so attentive and inquisitive, he hates it. not really, he adores it, but sometimes he wishes you'd let things slide more often. matt curses under his breath, blue eyes soft.

"sometimes i think about if you were mine," matt's voice is quiet, almost scared as to how you'll react. he thinks you'll flip out at him, slap him, call him insane. but you don't, a soft looking appearing in your eyes. you look at matt with this gentle curiosity that coaxes him into saying more; "because you're.. you're just so gorgeous, and sweet, and funny, and you smile at me when i'm having the shittest days ever and i just fucking wish you weren't with josh because god, i'd make you feel so good, baby," he doesn't think twice about calling you baby and you don't think twice about how good you feel when he says that.

"now you're just begging me to kiss you," your tone is playfully soft, and matt looks a tiny bit weary, like he's scared you're joking. his plush lips are parted, soft puffs of air slipping past, "kiss me?" he asks gently, blue eyes innocent in how surprised he is. you want to kiss him?

you decide to answer without words, gently grasping at his hoodie and drawing him in for a gentle kiss. your lips meet, a soft groan slipping past matt's lips almost instantly. his hands hover around your waist, as he's scared to touch you, like he doesn't deserve to, so you gently mumble against him, "you can touch me," just to make it crystal clear you're okay with this. his lips are soft, gentle, his mouth tasting faintly like the soda he'd been drinking and a faint vanilla lip balm that made his lips so plush. your lips are equally soft, the glitter of your lip-gloss transferring to his lips and leaving a glittery sheen on them.

matt lets out a soft whine when your lips have to come off eachother, to simply get air. fuck air, he thinks to himself, but he doesn't say it outloud. "josh," he says gently, his brain immediately thinking to the worst scenario. you, however, don't look fussed. "what about him?" your relaxed demeanour and absolutely no worry in your gait makes his cheeks flush more, but also a confidence grow within him. he quickly grasps at your hips and brings you into him, thumbs stroking over the fabric of your skirt.

"nothing," he says quietly, practically breathing you in. the smell of your perfume made him dizzy. he wanted to suffocate in it. god, if you heard his thoughts.. "no—nothing about him," he slides his hands over your sides, and he's trying to resist the urge to grope at your body. "nothing, ma," he wants to kiss you again. "can i kiss you again?"

"mhm," you hum gently, preening into his touch with your eyes lifting up to his. your smile only grows, a giggle slipping past your lips once more. "i suppose so." matt eagerly slips his hand down to your ass, grasping gently to tug you impossibly closer before he presses his lips to yours again. his tongue brushes yours, and you eagerly reciprocate it again. as he grasps at your ass, your hands slide to his arms and hold yourself against him.

"god, you're so pretty," he murmurs against your lips, whimpering the words out gently. you slide your hands up and down his arms, making a shiver flutter down his spine a little. "s'not fair, how come he gets you?" his voice is whiny, like he really can't believe that you're his, even if he wants you so bad.

you raise your brows, "you're getting me right now." your words are a soft reminder, that he shouldn't think about his bestfriend, your boyfriend at this very moment. matt practically melts the moment you drop to your knees infront of him. he glances around frantically for a second as if josh is gonna pop out of a bush or something. this feels like a dream, like it's not real, but your fingers tugging on the zip of his jeans was very much real.

"are you not uncomfortable?" of course that's what he's worried about. your comfort. it's adorable how his blue eyes search yours to find any hesitation. he doesn't find any.

"m'fine, don't worry yourself 'bout it, matt," he's dreamed of this before. woken up with his boxers sticky at the thought of you on your knees for him. he swallows thickly, "okay," he breathes out, sounding a little on edge.

matt whines under his breath when you tug at the zip, his chest rising and falling in gentle breaths whilst he watched you. the cold air hits his thighs when you manage to tug down the denim previously covering him, and he lets out a nervous little laugh. "oh my god," he mumbles, he'd never thought he'd have you like this. your fingers brush his legs, making him practically buckle at the knees. "you don't have to, i mean—" he'd fully planned on being the one to make you feel good, but from how eagerly you're tugging at his boxers, he's pretty sure he'll get to wait.

"i want to, though," there's such certainty in your voice. it's attractive.

he swallows thickly when he feels you tug down his boxers, a quiet yelp slips past his lips. his tip leaks precum, clearly having been doing so for a while now considering the stain on the front of his boxers. matt would feel embarassed if it wasn't for how badly he wants to fuck your throat till you cry, pretty tears on your cheeks. he's so hard, it almost hurts. "you look so good," he mumbles quietly, "oh, god."

your eyes flutter over him, taking in the sight of his cock appraisingly. "says you," matt blushes instantly at your words, "me? pretty? that's just because my dick's out, isn't it?"

"that too," you shrug, running your fingers up over his thigh. the touch is light, and you realise you like touching him a lot. the faint shiver in his leg, the way he watches you so attentively at every tiny movement—you feel wanted. so, so wanted. more than josh ever made you feel. he instinctively pumps his hand on his cock, a pitiful whine slipping past him as his head tilts back a little. he hasn't even been touched yet, and he's yours. he thumbs his slit for a moment, coaxing more precum to drip. smearing it over the swollen head, he gently guides it to your mouth, watching as the tip pushed against your plush lips. "is this okay? do you—is this.." matt doesn't know why he's so nervous. he'd been with plenty of girls before so this isn't anything different, but it is. you're amazing.

"you're worried," you start, "but i wanna make you feel good," words mumbled against his tip, you leave little kisses as you speak—"let me," you say softly, watching as he strokes his cock once more. matt's hesitant for another moment, scared of making you uncomfortable, before he decides to let go of those fears and just go for it. his hand slides to the back of your head, cradling as he tugs your mouth onto him, watching your plush lips stretch to accommodate his girth. the sight is gorgeous, a gasp escaping him as he watches you.

"holy shit," he's gentle with you, wanting to worship the land you walk on in this very moment. your pretty eyes on his as you gag around him a little, grasping at his thighs to steady yourself. your lips leave a little gloss imprint on him, a quiet giggle coming from him at that. but he's also giddy about how warm your mouth feels around him, and the urge to just start thrusting his hips is palpable. "you feel so.." his hips move in gentle, shallow thrusts, trying not to go too far. you moan around him, a pretty sound which makes him whimper again.

your lashes fluttering as you swirl your tongue around the tip, making a mess of him as your drool runs in globs down the sides of his cock. he likes the way you struggle a little, but his head's fuzzy at how good you make him feel. "so, so good, ah, ah—" matt makes the prettiest noises, eyes squeezing shut the moment he starts rutting his hips against you, bullying his dick further down your throat. "fuck, fuck, shit.. like that.." he mumbles under his breath, hands drawing you closer by the back of your head.

it doesn't help the way you start to bob your head, his thighs tensing beneath your touch as he whines, "so.. fuck.. makin' me feel so good, baby, uh-huh," you have to breathe through your nose to take him as deep as you want, which is deeper than matt had anticipated. not that he was complaining. you felt so good, your mouth so warm and wet around him. more precum leaks from his tip at your motions, and you swallow for a moment slowly, the salty taste making you moan around him.

that makes his thighs tense once more, a quiet whimper bubbling from his throat before it drops into a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he grunted out, "gonna cum, shit.. mmh, gonna—gonna cum," thick, white ropes of cum spurt as he lets go, warming your throat and painting its surface. he holds you close still, even as you swallow down his load, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths.

he looks so pretty like this—all blissed out and weightless from how good you'd just made him feel. his lashes flutter, blue eyes now on yours as his eyes open, and he stammers out quickly, "i'm so sorry, i didn't ask, i just assumed that.. that—"

"it's okay, hey," you liked everything he was doing. it felt good. you enjoyed swallowing whatever he gave you, it wasn't like you weren't enjoying yourself. the awkward way in which he handled his feelings towards you made your heart warm, a soft, nervous smile playing on his plush, pink lips now. "yeah?" he asks gently, swallowing hard. he's got an idea, brewing in his head. "okay. uhm, here, uh.."

he glances down at himself, embarassed at how hard he still is despite the fact he'd just came down your throat. but he's got a plan to fix that, as his hands slip down to help you back up. "here.." he mumbles, a little clumsy in how he handles you but it's still way more.. comfortable than it is with josh. even when you're outside against a brick wall. "is this okay?" he asks, running a ring-clad hand over the curve of your thigh for a moment before he presses you against the wall, letting your back come against it.

"this is okay," even a simple, is this okay, has you soaked. he's so considerate.

"it is?" he asks, gently, fingers brushing the hem of your underwear, tugging slowly with a curl of his index and middle.

"you're worrying," you murmur, expression soft.

"just wanna treat you right," matt says gently, tugging down your underwear finally. you flinch a little at the cold air hitting your wet cunt, his blue eyes following the string of your arousal clinging to your panties from your hole. he swallows thickly at the sight, sliding your underwear into his pocket for safe keeping. it'd be a miracle if you got those back after. "make you feel as good as you made me, baby," he shifts you against the wall.

you're pretty sure you're dripping down your thighs, and matt can't help a bashful smile at the sight. "up," he says gently, and you oblige, lifting your legs to hook around his waist so he holds you up with his body. it's an interesting position, but this is an interesting predicament, you suppose. "thank you," he says gently, unable to stop himself. he feels.. just.. amazing.

"what are you thankin' me for?" you giggle, head tilting. you're trying not to focus on how good you feel as the head of his cock glides over your folds, parting them gently enough to rub against your clit. he hasn't even been inside you yet and you're pretty sure you could make a mess right there and then.

"lettin' me have you," matt says it like it's obvious, scoffing a little at the way you look at him so curiously. his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping and tugging you closer to hold you up and give himself leverage to slide into you. he pumps his hand over himself once or twice, smacking the head against your cunt before he slowly starts pushing into your tight hole. a whine escapes both of you when he does so, the tight stretch making both you and matt shiver. "oh god, oh.."

if he could stay buried in you forever, he would. if you could have him in you forever, you would. he stretches you so good, a little muffled whimper coming from you as you'd nuzzled into his shoulder to keep yourself steady. "matt," you whine, "so good," he revels in your praise, a fluttery feeling in his stomach at how you seem to adore him. matt's careful, easing himself into you till he bottoms out, fitting snug within your sensitive pussy.

his head tilts back with a groan, content to just stay there like that, but he can feel you grow a tad bit impatient with a little rock of your hips. "i got you," he says with a little nod, slowly easing back before he rocks his hips forward again. he does this a couple more times till he finds an easy rhythm, the slickness of your pussy allowing him to just slip in and out. "is this o—"

"matt, it's fucking okay," he can't help but laugh at the way you snap st him, your words shaky as you watch the way his cock disappears into your tight hole, the wet sounds making your stomach feel all fluttery just like his. the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin makes you feel all the more connected to matt, your eyes searching his. "it's okay, more than—shit, mmh.." you just make the perfect sounds as he gradually finds himself pounding into you, hands holding you up against him.

his movements are a little sloppy and clumsy, a testament to how badly he wants you, wants you to feel good, wants to feel the way you clench around him when you cream on him. "like that, like that, shit, fuck me like that," your whimpers only make him thrust harder, his eyes locked on the bounce of your tits with everytime his hips meet yours. every inch of you is intoxicating for him.

"you feel like heaven, baby, god," he grunts out, feeling the way your tight walls squeeze him, practically trapping him there. he keeps it up, free hand lifting to palm at your chest, gently squeezing. he can't help himself, and you can't help but cry out louder. the music of the party is loud enough to mask your sounds anyway, you're sure of it. "this pussy, mmh, could die right here, poundin' your tight cunt, baby."

"uh-huh? yeah?" you coax, feeling your head spin as he hits every spot. his tip hammers into that gummy spot inside of you that makes you cry out with every hard thrust of his hips, and he groans under his breath as you start to clench around him again. "shit, matt, m'gonna cum, i can't, gonna—"

"yeah? yeah? me too, me too, baby, c'mon," he squeezes at your chest once more before his hand slides back down to your thighs, his thrusts only becoming more forceful, making your legs tighten around his waist and inner walls squeeze him even more. "me too, cum for me, cum with me, i got you, that's it, that's my girl," his hips stutter once more, especially when you cream on his cock like that, his blue eye falling instantly to the way your release oozes down him. it soon mixes with his own, a lewd, wet sound squelching out as he pulls out from you a moment after.

his chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, as does yours, recovering from how intense your orgasms were. even then, he feels like he could go again. a million times. maybe after a second, you'd definitely go again too. he's about to go to speak when he hears a call pull up outside, most definitely josh, and your eyes widen, "matt—"

"my place," he tells you, no negotiation in his tone. he wasn't done with you. he doesn't think he'll ever be done with you.

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Captured in Low Resolution

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong (Player 230) x fem reader one-shot

Summary: while in your boyfriend’s music studio you finally remember to ask him about that teeny, tiny, low resolution photo that’s taped to the corner of his main computer screen. It’s been there for a while, edged curled up and ink faded to the point where you can’t even see what it is! (4k words)

Warnings: prolly ooc thanos…I just felt this in my soul and had to write it, Sfw, Just wanted to write somethin cute for this silly lil crazed man, proof read but am dyslexic so expect errors LMAO

You didn’t know it but one of Choi Su-bong’s favorite pictures of you was the one he has hung up on the corner of his computer at his studio.

It’s so small, grainy and faded due to the shitty printer he used to print it on. It’s also folded at the edge, rolling up into itself the smallest bit and blocking damn near most of the image.

As you sit on the edge of the computer desk, legs kicking aimlessly as he sits in the desk chair right next to you. He’s leaned back, one of his hands on the mouse as he clicks along the computer screen, eyes trained on the file of music he was working on. His other hand was resting on your thigh, right above the knee, fingers tapping against your flesh in concentration.

You look back over to the small image taped to the corner of his computer, fingers reaching out to try and un-curl the edge to see it better. It’s still such poor quality.

“What even is this picture?” You call out, fingers running over the paper. “Hm?” He says, very obviously not paying attention, his eyes moving from the computer screen over to you.

You pout playfully at him, “Can’t believe you’re ignoring me” you say, crossing your arms. He rolls his eyes and moves the chair he’s in over a couple inches. The wheels drag on the floor until he makes it to his destination, situated between your legs.

His arms reach up, crossing the desk and going behind you so his hands grip at your ass, pulling you to the very edge of his desk, your feet resting against his thighs. He looks up at you, hands massaging up your ass and around to your hips. “I’m payin’ attention now! Ask me again.” He whines turning to place a short kiss on the inside of your knee as an apology before pulling away.

You giggle, looking down and grabbing his face. You hunch over and tilt his face up, placing a slow kiss on his lips. When you pull away, you reach back over to the small image and pull at the corner. “I said what even is this picture. It’s so blurry. I can’t make it out.” You mumble, eyebrows furrowed as you squint to try and see what it was.

He looks to the little picture you’re fumbling with and then back to you, a confused look on his face. “You don’t know what it is!?” He says almost as if he’s offended. He removes one hand from your hip, pulling it back to quickly fish his phone out of pants pocket.

You watch as he unlocks it, blown out pupils darting across his phones home screen until he finds the app he’s looking for- photos.

He’s opening the app and begins to scroll through his camera roll. You can see glimpses of pictures- shoes he bought, pictures of weed, pictures of his shows, pictures of you and him, random memes he’s saved.

And then suddenly he stops, clicking on a certain photo in his camera roll then flipping his phone to you.

You immediately see the high definition colors match the pixels of the poor quality photo. It’s of you, in the drivers seat of his car. With the direction the photos taken, he’s in the passenger seat. The purple floor board lights that are in his car are the only lights that illuminate the photo- you can see it’s night outside the window behind you.

Your hair is in a messy style, you’re wearing a pair of his pajama pants and one of his shirts. Both articles of clothing practically swallowing you. One of your legs is hiked up on the car seat, shin pressed against the steering wheel. You have a takeout box of your favorite food in your lap, one hand holding up the food that your were most likely in the middle of eating, the other picking at the side dish that’s still in the box. You’re laughing in the picture, presumably at something he said.

You look at him, not really thinking this exact picture was worthy to be on the corner of his main computer as a permanent relic over the year. There’s plenty of better ones. But he cuts off your thoughts, “s’my favorite picture of you, baby.” He says with a wide grin pointing at the phone. “You look so cute and it reminds of that night and you always look so fuckin good when you’re driving my car.” He rambles passionately.

“Anytime I’m stressed out because these stupid fucks here don’t listen to me- I look at that picture, remember that night, and suddenly I’m not wanting to kill them.” He says pointing over to the small picture taped to his computer.

He was referring to the many people he had working with him on his music on a daily basis- his manager, his drug addict friends, different collabs he has- they all enrage him frequently, but with that picture of you there as his saving grace, he’s saved himself from losing deals and getting into fights. All he had to do is look at that little picture and he was taken back to that night- the anger he had towards whoever pissed him off in the studio would subside and he’d be able to finish whatever needed to be done in the studio without further problem.

You giggle, hands reaching out to grab his phone from his hand. Wanting a closer look at the picture, still not entirely sure when or even where it was taken. When your eyes scan the image, your smile widens- finally remembering the picture.

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You guys had been dating around 6 months at the time, you think. You remember you had begged him to take you out late at night to get your favorite food to go. You were starving and you were set on the one thing that just had to have no delivery option. He had made you drive his car, saying that if he were to go with you and get you the food you wanted- you would have to drive.

You agreed excitedly, slipping on your shoes, grabbing his car keys that hung next to his front door and nearly bolting out of his apartment and skipping all the way to the parking space his car was in.

You didn’t know it but Choi Su-Bong thinks he realized that he was head over heels in love with you that night.

Yes he knew he adored you, loved you- hell he was never one for settling down until he met you a couple years ago- you changed him. But that night he swears he fell for you all over again in ways he didn’t think was possible.

You don’t hear it, you’re halfway to his nice sports car, but he chuckles to himself, just watching you. You’re simply adorable. Your excitement for your favorite food even this late at night made his tired smile grow wider. He was really smitten.

He’s entranced by the way you expertly throw the car into reverse, peeling out of the parking lot of his complex. You’re humming to yourself happily, doing the little dance you always do when you’re about to get food you like.

You’re so excited about the food you don’t even take the extra couple seconds to set up the Bluetooth like you normally do- you always wanted to have music in the care. It’s adorable, he thinks, just how determined you are to get your late night eats.

What’s even more adorable though is the way your eyes light up, a gasp coming out when he takes over aux, putting on that one song you play constantly. The one he swears you can listen to 16 times back to back and love it just as much as you did the first time it came on.

He just can’t stop staring at you, a small smile on his lips as he just watches how you drive, one arm outstretched so your hand is on the wheel the other arm is rested against the window on your side, your thumb playing with the nails of your other fingers- feeling the glitter and gems of the fresh set, tracing the raised chrome “T”- the extravagant set courtesy of your boyfriends money.

He watches as you hum along to the song, as it continues you begin to sing along, your voice blending with the stereo. He can’t but help chuckle to himself when he notices your hand drumming against the steering wheel, your head bobbing along to the music. It was 2am and here you were, as energetic as ever, singing your heart out.

He admires how you seem to recite the lyrics like they’re mixed into the blood that’s in your veins. It’s like you don’t even have to think about what word follows the previous, it just comes to you like you’re the person who wrote the song.

You can feel his gaze on you and your singing is halted by a laugh bubbling up your chest when you can see him out of the corner of your eyes just watching you- your eyes darting over to him in the passenger seat, eyebrows scrunched in a questioning look before looking back at the road. “Why ya staring at me?” You say with a giggle, eyes going back to the road.

“Hm..” he hums in response, reaching over the center console to interlock his hand with yours, your arm that was once on the window moves to replace the other so you can hold his hand, your other hand takes the wheel. “I can’t just admire my girlfriend?” He finishes, giving your hand a squeeze. He even adores the way your eyes roll at his words, letting out a sarcastic “I ‘spose you can.”

He lets out a low hum in response, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. He doesn’t stop looking at you for the whole ride, taking in every detail of you.

You expertly maneuver his car along the expressway as you head to your destination with a determination, and throughout the whole drive he just finds more and more things that he finds endearing about you. He was going to have to make you drive him places more often if it meant he got to observe you like this.

You make it to the drive-thru, pulling around the curve and waiting patiently at the large light up menu. He begins to type on his phone, writing out his order so you could easily read it out when you got done ordering what you wanted.

You list off your order and he begins to hand you his phone, open to his order he just wrote out, but you don’t even turn to him- instead you list off his exact order perfectly without even having to grab his phone.

He sits back with a surprised laugh, you really did know him. It was charming how much you knew about him- even the little things like his order at this fast food place that you two have only gone to maybe 3 times.

You had to be a fucking witch, He thought, you had some sort of spell over him that made him fall for you effortlessly at any little thing you did.

You let out a sweet “Thank you!” To the worker as they tell you to pull up, turning to begin to pull up. You turn to him, doing a small excited dance and extending your hand out to him.

He grabs your outstretched hand, taking it in his and turning it to place a kiss on your knuckles as he grabs his wallet out of his pocket. When he pulls back, he rotates your hand back and places his card in your hand.

You give the card to the worker, paying. You get the card and receipt back, the worker closing the window and headed back to the kitchen. When you hand him back his card you lean over the center console and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” You say in a sweet tone that has him thinking he’s tripping- and he knows he didn’t take any pills today.

My love.

He’s replaying it in his head, trying to get the words and the way you said it permanently etched into his head. He’s not sure he’s ever been able to experience something so wholesome and exciting than when he met you. And every day he was continually surprised that you could still have such an effect on him with the little things you did.

“Of course, my beautiful flower.” He coos, hand reaching across the center console to stroke his thumb across your cheek a couple times. Your attention is pulled away from him by the bags of food being held out to you.

You take them happily handing them over to him for safe keeping as you pull around to the empty parking lot.

As you guys sit in the empty parking lot, eating the food- you told him you wanted to eat it then and there, not wait for the drive home- and who was he to say no to his sweet girl!?!- one of his own songs comes on the play list, his own voice coming through the speakers and filling the car.

“Oooohh!” You say excitedly, “that’s my mannn~!!” You call out in a sing song voice. He laughs, leaning over to place a quick kiss on your neck. When he does he can smell your perfume, it’s a scent he’s become addicted to. He lets out a low hum against your neck as he stays connected to you, sucking a small purple bruise into your skin. You bite your lip and giggle, reaching one hand up to run through his hair.

He pulls back from you, settling back into the passenger seat. He continues to eat, humming along to his own song. He swears his heart beats out of his chest when he’s about to take a bite out of his food and you begin rapping along.

It’s soft mumbles, just to yourself as you nod your head along to his music. You recite the lyrics perfectly. Sure, he knew you were subjected to listen to his music when you sat in his studio as he worked- but to know the lyrics like the back of your hand like this…he’s head over heels.

He watches on for a moment, just letting you be in your own world, not faltering once as you rap along to the recording of his voice. “How’d you learn this?” He questions with a laugh of disbelief, fuck, you’re so precious.

You look over to him, shocked he was even paying attention- you thought he was invested in the food that sits in the take out box on his lip like you were. “I listen to it all the time, duh! It’s on my liked playlist for when I drive.” You say confused, like you were surprised he was surprised.

His head is spinning to say the least. Maybe it was because he used to run around the worst type of people possible, always using him and not actually supporting his music. Or maybe it was because the ditzy flings he had before meeting you never cared to really listen to his music, only wanting drugs or sex. He wasn’t sure but he thought he was dreaming.

Choi Su-bong fell head over heels in love with you that night. He realized you were truly a precious little gift all for him. A pretty thing to show off and to keep him in line. Someone who loved him, and his music enough to learn all the lyrics and add it to your personal playlist. The way you were in the drivers seat of his car, wearing his clothes, singing his song has him launching over the seat to kiss you.

You nearly drop your food- clutching it to your lap as you kiss him back. It’s sweet, slow, and methodical. You can’t help but to melt into it. His lips move against you in practiced movements, his teeth gently bitting at your bottom lip- pulling it just a bit as he pulls away.

He moves back into the passenger seat and begins to go back to eating like nothing happened. You try and mirror him, trying to be stoic as you pick through your take out box.

He hears you giggling to yourself, and when he looks over and sees the sight- you trying your best to focus on your food, smile spread on your lips that were still wet from the kiss- he takes his phone out and takes a picture.

————/————/————

Back in the studio, you look back up to him, a wide smile on your face as you finally remember the night the picture was taken. “Awh!!! You’re such a softie…” you coo out reaching out to pull his face towards you, placing kiss after kiss along his face. When you pull back he scoffing, shaking his head dismissively, trying to act like you don’t affect him the way you do.

But you do.

“Not a softie..” he mumbles as he pouts. You look to the photo again, then back to him raising an accusatory eyebrow. He rolls his eyes at your persistence, “Fine…maybe you have me a bit soft…but you can’t blame me baby! You’re so fuckin perfect…” he says his hands running up the sides of your waist as he focuses on you. You jump off the desk, moving to climb into his lap on his desk chair.

He hums in approval when you sit down on his lap. He studies you, observing you like you’re an ancient marble carving on display in a museum. “My pretty baby.” He mutters, reaching up his hands to run them up the sides of your neck and to hold your face. “Mhm, your pretty baby.” You respond leaning in to kiss him. “All yours.” You mumble against his lips. He nods, biting at your lip. As he keeps the kiss going, he takes the small photo that you still held and tapes it back to the corner of the computer- where it belongs.

————/————/————

When he decides he’s done working in the studio for the day You stay the night at his place. Your mind buzzing with a perfect idea to surprise. You anxiously await to get started with your little project for when he goes to bed- you wouldn’t want to spoil it!

Hours later, he’s asleep on your bare chest, purple hair ticking your neck. One of his arms is thrown across you, pulling you tightly in his grasp. For someone who’s so intimidating and outgoing, when he’s asleep with you-he’s so soft, vulnerable. It’s a drastic change that only happens around you- and it’s one that you cherish every moment of.

Anytime you adjust yourself in bed, his arm around your torso holds you tighter like you’re going to run away. You never do though, you always stay with him. You try your best, and eventually manage to pull your phone off the bedside table, clicking it on to begin your plan.

The bright light of your phone floods the dark bedroom. He murmurs in his sleep, beginning to stir, his painted nails raking lightly at your rib cage when he moves. You quickly dim the brightness of your phone- a tricky task with one hand but you get it done. Your other hand runs along his arm and back in feather-light touches. It seems to settle him back into deeper sleep, his face rubbing against your chest, like he’s trying to get closer to you in any way possible and his hand relaxing once again.

With him back asleep, you continue your plan. You’re ordering the biggest print you can of the photo he loves so much, in the best quality, with the nicest wood frame you can find.

It takes a couple weeks to get everything and put it together. But soon you finish it and strategize on how you’re going to present it to him.

One day you found yourself in his studio. He’s at his desk, the small picture of you still taped to his computer. He’s working on some new music, his face focused as he sits at his desk, his mouth moving as he whispers lyrics to himself, trying to come up with something for this new song.

He eventually turns to you, offering to go out and get you food. And how could you say no? It gave you the perfect opportunity to see your plan into its final stages.

When he leaves the studio to go pick up food for the two of you, you get to work. You hang the picture up right above his monitor. It’s a tough job for one person, the large frame almost too big for you to hang up. But you struggle through- needing to see the end goal- his reaction.

You take a step back, looking on at the new addition with a proud smile.

Oh! Last thing!

You walk back over to his desk, leaning over it and removing the taped picture that was on the corner of his monitor, keeping it tucked into your palm. You smile to yourself, returning back over to your spot on the couch.

When he returns a while later, plastic bags of food for you. His eyes don’t even notice the new addition to his studio, he just looks straight to you on the couch He walks over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead then handing you the food.

“You go ahead and eat, baby. I really gotta finish this up.” He says, his eyes going back to his phone, an annoyed expression on his face. His phone rings out notification after notification, blowing up with messages that are surely rushing him to get the first draft of his lyrics submitted. His words are terse, almost harsh, but you know it’s not directed at you- it’s directed at the individuals hounding him on his phone.

He walks back over to his desk, he throws his phone down on the wood, eyes immediately diverting to his computer, ready to get back to work. Not even looking up to the wall.

He’s annoyed, he just wanted a nice calm day with his girlfriend but all these people bothering him about his music and raps just make him so fucking annoyed. When he feels himself getting more and more aggravated, his eyes immediately look to the corner of his computer monitor, trying to find solace in looking at the little paper picture he had taped to the screen, only to realize the small crumpled picture of you that he had taped there is gone.

He looks over his shoulder back to you, his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. “You take my picture of you down?” He asks, you can hear the upset in his voice, it almost makes you break and spoil the whole surprise you set up.

You nod in response, biting your lip to try and keep your excited smile at bay. You open your palm, showing him that you had the small image. “What?!” He exclaims, turning fully back to you, his back now facing the wall you desperately needed him to look at. “Why would you do that?!” He says, looking at you worried, the frown on his face deepening.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, walking over to him and spinning him around to face the wall. Your finger pointed up at the once empty space above his computer monitor.

When he finally looks at the wall, his mouth drops open. When he looks up he expects to see the same old bare white bricks, but he doesn’t, he’s completely wrong. How could he have completely missed that?!

There’s a large framed copy of his supposed favorite picture of you, right above his main computer monitor. Much better than the small, grainy paper image he had taped to the computer.

You’re about to ask if he likes it when he cuts you off, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around. “You’re literally the fucking best!” He cheers excitedly. He puts you down and you’re smiling like an idiot. “You like it?” You ask, looking up at him, your arms interlocked behind his neck. “Baby…” he says, leaning down and holding your face to place a long, overly exaggerated kiss you your lips, pulling back with a ‘muah!’, “this is the best gift ever.”

His thumbs stroke your cheek gently, he’s staring at you with an adoring gaze that makes you melt. “You needed somethin’ a little better than this small lil thing. It was gonna fade…even more than it has.” You say holding your palm face up in between the two of you. “So I wanted to get you something that wouldn’t fade and have it to where you can actually see what it is.” You say poking at his chest with a joking, scolding tone.

He nods, laughing, placing a kiss on your forehead before removing his hands from your face and grabbing the old image. His thumb runs across the image, a soft smile on his face. He then looks up to the wall where the new picture hangs, taking a couple steps towards the desk.

“Fuck you’re stunning, sweetheart.” He breathes out, studying the framed photo of you, it’s a constant reminder of how lucky he is. “This is just what I needed, thank you..” He says, just studying the picture with a love-struck look. He truly has won the jackpot with you.

[littlemsshoney]

Office Hours

pairing; hannibal lecterx secretary!fem!reader

request;could you maybe write a fanfic (smut preferably) where the reader is Hannibal‘s secretary and he get‘s jealous after hearing she was asked out by some FBI agent. The end would be with smut, if you are comfortable with that?

Warnings; MDI, unprotected fun, oral (fem receiving), p inv

Hannibal tilts his head to the side watching as your tight pencil skirt rides slightly up and his gaze slides hungrily from your calves up your pretty ass your skirt makes sure to hug perfectly. You were certainly a walking temptation, which reminded him.

“You look lovely today. Going somewhere special?”

“no not really” you reply plainly and Hannibal's notices the lack of enthusiasm in your voice.

Hannibal Lecter had been searching for a secretary ever since the last one suddenly left for Italy with her lover. He hated the process of finding a new or the just the idea of making changes but when he met you he made the exception.

You were young, beautiful and smart and the idea of working as the well paid secretary of such a charming man was perfect. What you didn’t expect was that your innate attraction for older men in addition with Hannibal’s politeness and sweetness towards you would create a big fat crush on your boss.

He looks at you persistently waiting for the actual reason for your strange mood.

“I was supposed to go on a date but he dump me like 5 minutes ago”

“Oh my darling” something possessive sparks inside of him but tries to conceal it. Of course he knew he knew and he couldn't stand the audacity of someone coming in his office and trying to take something of his.

“It’s nothing I’m fine” you try to appear strong but he could just feast on your disappointment and sadness.

“It’s his loss believe me” he stands up and walks to you

“I feel so stupid” you say and can't believe yourself for giving a chance to some random man that happened to ask for your number.

Hannibal walks over you looking at you with a fake look of comfort and empathy. He wished he would focus on your rambling and exaggerations but all his attention was on your lips wet both from tears and your strawberry lip gloss.

“Like how naive can I be? When you get older you’re supposed to sense that stuff. I swear I won’t let a man touch me till.. the end of times!”

He licks his lips and chuckles with your dramatic statement. “There is no reason for you to be sad over a stupid boy”

“It’s not that was in love or something I’m just not a gullible little girl”

“You’re not gullible you’re just putting your faith in the wrong men”

You sigh and wipe quickly your tears feeling even more embarrassed.

It really made him wonder how your whimpers might sound but he bets it’s delicious.

He touches your chin making you look at him, your faves now only a few inches away. Your perfume was infuriating and he

“Listen to me.” His voice is low and he speaks slowly like honey.“You just need someone who appreciates and take care of you just because of how lovely you are”

"I just don’t understand why you insist on putting yourself out there like this? You only end up getting hurt" he speaks seductively to your ear filling you up with even more guilt and regret.

“I know, I know” you mutter

You weren’t sure if it was the gentle gesture, his sweet and comforting voice or something else deeper but in a heartbeat

you grab his tie and you kiss him.

He frowns, surprised not expecting it but not stopping you. Your kiss is desperate and messy, full of disappointment and empty hopes but he lets you have this small piece of control this time.

The kiss ends and you pull back to take a breath but before you could he kisses you again. He captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his arms enrolling around your body.

His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring the taste and feel of yours, a low growl escaping from his throat as the kiss intensifies. He kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body, his touch eager and possessive after months of oppressing his desire; you. He pushes you onto your back, never breaking the kiss, as now you lay on top of his office.

The kiss breaks both of you gasping for air as you look at each other. He hovers above you. Your red lipstick is smudged all over his beautiful face and you don't notice the darkness and hunger in his eyes.

He leaned forward and you let him his lips now move down your neck, nibbling and biting at the soft skin there leaving a trail of marks in his wake.

“Doctor Lecter” you moan and his hand slips under your shirt, exploring the soft curves of your body like he so many times imagined he would. His touch ignites a trail of fire wherever he touches and when he cups your breast you moan.

Your pretty sounds are driving him insane, awakening things inside of him he tried for years to hide from his social ayleast persona. But with you you wouldn't believe how many nights he entertained himself with the idea of chaining you in his bedroom.

His other hand travels down your body from your waist down to your thigh where your skirt ends and flips it over. Moving between your legs he cups your mound over your panties making you moan loudly.

“Open wide your pretty mouth for me” his voice is low and commanding and you would die to be his good girl.

Obediently your mouth opens and he places his thumb on your bottom lip and you welcome it into your warm mouth. You shuck down his finger like your life depended on it and he watched. How your cheeks hollow, how your tongue flatted down his thumb and the way you looked at him he hated to say it but you were the type of woman that belonged in the bedroom; his bedroom.

With a soft swift motion his hand moves past the thin fabric of your underwear before slipping a finger between your wet folds.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

A cry of pleasure hitches in your throat the idea of having your much older boss fucking you in his office making you crazy. Perhaps after this you should ask Hannibal for some therapy sessions, and talk about your daddy issues.

"Please this is torture" something inside him twitches by the sounds of you pleading the thoughts of of you

“You don't have to plead for anything you already deserve my love”

Hovering over you he presses his body against yours, his weight pinning you down his hips grinding against you in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You hear the rustling of Hannibal's fly being undone and you can feel yourself practically drooling at the sight. He takes out of his pants his aching cock, long and red and leaking drops of precum down the tip. You wanted nothing more than to lick them away.

Eagerly he positions himself between your legs, his big hand splay across your hips while the other is wrapped around your throat tightly like a ring making sure to hold you down in place. You gasp as in one swift movement he slides it in between your wet folds while at the same time he presses down your throat.

An almost inaudible animalistic growl escapes Hannibal’s mouth, head tilts back, his eyes squeezing shut to get used to the sensation of you wrapped around him. Your mouth drops open at the sensation of being filled, your hands finding purchase on the corner of the office table.

You look up at him pleadingly as Hannibal begins to pound inside you.

Looking down at you he can't help but get hungry with how your chest raises up and down with each heavy breath you take to keep up, the blue almost purple marks down the side of your neck - a φαυλη attempt of his to claim what’s his. But you were a sight to behold and he promises himself he would never let go.

His hand leaves your throat and he forces his fingers into your mouth. Firstly one then second and you're sucking onto them with all your lifeforce. As he’s pounding into you he shoves his fingers further into your mouth, almost having you choke in your own drool.

You can feel when he gets close by the way his hips stutter, and his hold on your throat becomes unsteady. But he was a patient and dedicated man and wouldn’t allow himself the pleasure till he has you mess underneath him.

Hannibal’s fingers reach down to your clit, deftly rubbing against the swollen nub. His name dolls over your tongue over and over filling the silence of the prestigious office with your unholy sounds.

Droll is dripping down your mouth and neck and you can feel yourself reaching your peak. Unable to control yourself you bite forcefully down his fingers as you aching pussy clench down.Hannibal’s eyes roll back, his body tensing up as he finally releases inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, milking him for all he’s worth as he shoots rope after rope deep inside you.

As soon as you ride out your orgasms he looks down at you. You’re both panting out of breath and even though you try to avoid his gaze at all costs he’s looking only at you. Even after all of this your face has that adorable red flush.

“Hannibal I-”

Your phone rings abruptly giving an end to the awkwardness and he passes it to you, making sure to peek and see who the caller might be.

You take notice of the swift change in his expression and you already know who it is. You clear your throat and pick up.

“Hi”

“Hey I’m sorry that I cancelled, I just got caught up with work” his voice sounds through the phone and Hannibal's piercing gaze passes right through you.

Unable to take your eyes off him, you watch as he kneels down between your legs. You hated how good jealousy looked on him

“It’s okay I’ve got a lot of work too” you say as your view of Hannibal disappears. He places his big hand on top of each thigh to keep you on place.

“Hannibal’s giving you a hard time isn’t he?” He chuckles and the kiss Hannibal gives to yourpussy sends you to another dimension.

You bite forcefully quickly down your lip to no moan and nod your head as the reply to the man on the phone.

The knot in your stomach becomes tighter from embarrassment but a bit of excitement too.

“Yes! Yes he is” you say a little bit too ecstatic feeling Hannibal’s quite expert tongue work on you.

“I promise to make up for today. Let's say for tomorrow?”

“Sure I’ll be there”

Little do you know you are giving empty promises because Hannibal has no intention of letting you go let alone share you.

[starlostseungmin]

a wedding and an unexpected meeting — han jisung.

୨୧‎ 𖹭⠀⁺　best man!han x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).

SUMMARY: 　you caught his attention during the wedding ceremony and after that, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

GENRE & WARNING/S:　 fluff, strangers-to-lovers, han and reader’s characters are inspired by charles and carrie, han is smitten, skz members that were mentioned and the reader are in their late 20s, alcohol consumption, swearing, a few paragraphs of kissing, inaccurate description of places maybe? semi-proofread, lmk if i missed one.

WORD COUNT: 　4.1k

୨୧‎ 𖹭⠀⁺　inspired by four weddings and a funeral, if you haven’t watched it then you should! also note that the places mentioned are inaccurate, so please don’t mind everything. dedicating this to @starseungs for surviving a bad week and to han for it is his birthday today !! don’t forget to reblog and leave feedback.

“Don’t be such a doofus! Go and talk to her!” Jisung heard Hyunjin say after he kept banging his head on the pole of a random tent at the reception. 

He’s been greeting everyone and received congratulatory messages that would later be relayed to his brother. With all smiles and handshakes, the draining social interactions, and trying to keep up with the conversation, Jisung just wanted to have his forehead get struck by the pole but then, the “you” situation happened. It created this burning urge inside of him that he wanted to make a move yet your presence being his top priority, he couldn’t move at all. 

“What if she won’t like me?” Jisung answered with doubt in his voice as he looked at Hyunjin worriedly. “I’m such an awkward person! You know I never approached someone before!” He added, grabbing Hyunjin’s collar making the latter almost spill his glass of champagne. 

“The woman won’t eat you alive Han! Man up.” Hyunjin groaned, trying to get his friend’s grip off from his expensive suit. 

“Easy for you to say! You’re handsome and people would swoon over you. I am surprised that you’re still single in your late 20s.” Jisung retorted as Hyunjin glared at him and sighed. 

“So what?” Hyunjin argued, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

“Are you sure you won’t use your face to get laid tonight?” He asked with those eyes filled with sadness for his dear friend. 

“I don’t give a fuck about dating and leave my hopeless romantic ass alone so go ahead and make yourself useful or something!” Hyunjin shooed as he pushed Jisung away from him. The younger boy scoffed at him while fixing his white blazer and went ahead. 

“Such a waste of potential!” Jisung told him but Hyunjin just turned his back away and left the pole. 

It is indeed a special day for everyone in the reception but to Jisung, it’s not just his older brother’s wedding day. He stood at the altar as one of his brother’s best men as the bride glided gracefully through the aisle way back at the church two hours ago. You stood from one of the benches after the maids of honor, wearing that beige dress to match the motif. Jisung saw you there, all beautiful and elegant, a gorgeous creature he had never seen before. It’s not safe to say that it was love at first sight but he was captured by your bewitching presence. He stood there with confidence in the hope that you’d notice him too. Maybe not, for you didn’t know who he was. 

He asked for your name after the wedding ceremony but no one knew as you were new in town. You were clinging to your only friend at the venue, Jeongin whom you shared classes with when you were in college, and yet, he was out there hanging out with his other friends leaving you alone by the fountain. No hard feelings, aside from him, you were there for the bride. 

“Y/N! I’m so happy you could make it.” The bride beamed as she approached you with a hug. 

“Pleasure to be here. I can’t miss your wedding.” You smiled at her. “Congratulations on another chapter in your life!” 

Jisung stopped in his tracks as he stood two meters away from where you and the bride were having a conversation. He was drawn into how soft-spoken you were and the way you laugh is so elegant and classy. He also finds your smile pretty and the way you keep a pleasing eye contact with the bride somewhat makes him want to experience from you as well. A short exchange of words is not your best feature when it comes to socializing but having to understand the fact that you’re not the only guest around is acceptable and it wasn’t long after that the bride left for another guest to entertain as you sat down on the rim of the fountain, sipping on your glass of wine while enjoying the busy sight of people sharing gossip and laughs. 

It was his chance but shame and being bashful made him turn his back on you when the bride left as his heart started to beat faster than normal when he knew he was done waiting for you two to finish. It was crazy how his heart wouldn’t stop jumping as if it was going to rip his chest to get out from the excitement he felt the moment he laid eyes on you back at the church. He doesn’t know what to say to start a conversation and he hates himself for wasting minutes while you sit there, so beautiful in his eyes. But not until you noticed him being uneasy. 

You weren’t dense not to notice him ever since the wedding march started. His eyes were on you instead of the bride but you pretended not to put much thought into it because maybe he was looking at someone else. Another guest went to you and told you about a guy asking for your name but he was called by Jeongin (surprisingly) even before you could say your name. He was also going to approach you first but the bride beat him to it and when it was his turn, he couldn’t move, instead, you could see the shape of his back from where you were sitting. And that’s when you were sure, it was you he was interested about. 

“You know, you’ll never get the girl if you stay still on your spot.” You said making him flinch in response and slowly turning around to face you. 

“H-Hi?” Jisung greeted you with that sheepish smile of his as you stood up from the rim and walked toward him. 

“Hi.” You smiled and oh boy, he was smitten. It was like having to see an angel amid a large crowd. 

“I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable, I’m not a creep or anything. I’m justー” Jisung said, waving his hands in front of you implying that he has nothing but good intentions. 

“No, no, I totally understand.” You said cutting him off and offering your hand for a shake. “I’m Y/F/N (your full name), the bride’s college roommate and you are?” 

“Jisung, but everyone calls me Han. I’m the younger brother of the groom.” He said, shaking your hand and it was so soft that he didn’t want to let go. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too, Han.” You smiled at him. 

He is cuteーthat you admitーhe also stood out from everyone else as he wore that white blazer among the four other best men his brother had recruited. His long black locks were styled neatly with a bit of his bangs sprayed still on the sides of his face, a white polo shirt inside that white blazer, a cream-colored tie around his collar, the black slacks, and the shoes, he looked neat and attractive. Han didn’t want to leave a bad impression when this day ends and Hyunjin was right, he needed to man up to finally be able to get himself useful to society and flirt. He can’t blame the poor man for not having a lot of experience when it comes to finding a partner, and so do you. 

Despite his feeling of shame and you, not loving to interact with strangers, you are thankful that he came by albeit there was a long pause between you and him. To be honest with yourself, you didn’t know how to start a conversation either but Han most definitely caught your attention as well and you’re happy about it. The loneliness faded into thin air as his smile brought color into your gloomy and colorless solo flight. 

Maybe it was fate that brought the two of you together in the same place at the same event. The sounds of people coming and going, their conversations, the laughter, and the wind were making the atmosphere somewhat entertaining to listen to. Jeongin was talking with his old friends, and Hyunjin was with them. Everyone is busy with their bubbles leaving you and Han together. 

“So uhm, do you know anyone around here?” He asked you, finally breaking the ice. 

“Apart from the bride, there’s Jeongin.” You said pointing at your dear friend using your glass of wine. 

“Oh, you’re with Jeongin? I’m sorry!” He said, upon realizing you must’ve been taken and mentally wanting to slap him square on the face. 

“No!” You giggled. “I mean, not in that kind of relationship. We shared classes in college with the bride so we’re pretty close. We’re just friends and I came here with him.” You reassured as Jisung sighed in relief. “You know him?” You asked. 

“Yeah, he’s a family friend and a business partner. I thought you were together.” He blurted out making you laugh. 

“Oh, but it’s not that.” You smiled, taking a glance at Jeongin from afar. “Actually, it has been a while since the last time we saw each other since he started working and I’m on break from my masters.” You added. 

“Masters?” He asked, feeling intrigued. 

“Yeah, Liberal Arts in a university in (country).” You answered, sipping a few amounts of wine.

“Wow! You’re amazing. So you’re new in town?” Jisung must’ve been entertained in this conversation as he kept getting interested. With such beauty that also possesses a great mind, he is never going to turn his back away from this. 

“Well, you could say that because I have never been outside of Seoul before. It’s my first time to be here in Chuncheon.” You said as Jisung nodded thinking it might be a good chance to know you more. 

“Well, I could show you aroundーI mean…” Jisung wanted to slap himself for being direct and let the ground eat him because of embarrassment but he only earned another laugh from you which made it more degrading but endearing at the same time for he finds it cute. “I mean, if you’re not going to leave for Seoul or if you still have time before your break ends. I swear, nothing creepy though. I mean… uhm… it’s just that…well fuck.” He stammered with a flustered look on his face. 

“I get it, Han.” You giggled at his cuteness making him red as his hands got shaky and cold. “I’ll be back in Seoul by Friday afternoon so that gives you a day left to show me around.” 

“Really?” 

You know it wasn’t right to trust a stranger at first hello but the thing with Han Jisung is just so shielded. He’s the cute guy you met at the wedding and finally pursued a conversation. Not only that, he made a subtle way to ask you out and you answered. Even him got surprised. He wasn’t expecting you’d be up to it immediately. There’s nothing suspicious about those round eyes and cute cheeks with all the stammering and awkwardness. 

“Yeah.” You said. It seemed like you were desperate too but it’s been lonely since you arrived yesterday. Jeongin was with his friends and only accompanied you to dinner because you were too shy to go along with the other guests staying at the same hotel. “But I have to leave in a few minutes since I need to submit some paperwork to my professor before the deadline tonight.” 

“Where are you staying? I can walk you there or give you a rideー”

“It’s fine Han, I’m just at the bride and groom’s hotel until Friday after lunchtime. How about you?” 

“Well, they’re planning to have a yacht party tonight so I’ll be there with my friends and newlyweds of course.” He answered as you gave him a nod. 

“I hope you’ll have fun later.” You smile at him as you take a glance at your wristwatch. 

“Thanks.” He said as he noticed you looking at the time. “Is it okay if I walk you back to your hotel?” He asked as you look at him again. 

“Wouldn’t your brother and friends look for you?” You asked him.

“They wouldn’t. They know I don’t like big crowds and my friend just shooed me away before I came to you.” He said making you laugh again in response and place your empty glass of wine on the waiter’s glass tray who happened to walk by. 

“That wouldn’t be a problem.” You said. 

“Lead the way!” He beamed. 

You knew you had a lot to talk about while you were on your way to the hotel not far from the reception. It was a breezy afternoon and the sun was almost at its peak to welcome the night sky. Han is sure to have a lot of things to share as you listen to him. A long exchange of words happened and it is quite entertaining knowing that you (surprisingly) have a lot in common. He is the type of guy to smile a lot and gets really hyped when excited. You, on the other hand, got smitten with him and found it cute. The jokes he said and the laughs you’ve shared, he’s funny without making any effort. 

When it was your turn to say something about yourself, it came out to be unexpected with all the things you carried from the moment you met Jeongin and the bride. You made him laugh out of your clumsiness, for being forgetful nowadays because you get busy. After all, he can totally relate and tell you he would always carry a piece of paper and a pen with him despite having a notes app on his phone. The story of you being single for a while after a nameless, stupid, irrational guy dumped you during the anniversary of your university way back in college and how flings don’t work on you because the guys you tried to date were all fuckers. Jisung wanted to be different. 

It wasn’t the wine that you had earlier but minute by minute that you spent with him, Jisung became more handsome in your eyes. You could listen to his voice all day without getting tired of it and the fact that he also mentioned that he sings, made your heart leap even more. He came out to be somewhat nerdy but in an acceptable way and he is thankful for letting him talk about a lot of things without getting bored of him. The anxiousness of having a stranger beside you just vanished as you became comfortable with his presence yet you know that he’s not a stranger anymore but a new person you decided to open the door to your life even if it’s just for a short while. 

“Well, this is me.” You said as you both stopped at the entrance of the hotel. 

“It was nice spending some time with you Y/N.” He smiled despite the feeling of sadness he had inside because he didn’t want it to end. 

“Thank you for keeping me company, Han.” You smiled back and he knew he had to leave in a few minutes for the party tonight. 

“Not a problem actually but uhm…” He paused. “May I ask you out tomorrow? I mean, you mentioned you’re not so familiar with Chuncheon so maybe I can show you around? If that conversation and agreement is still valid of course! I mean, I won’t take it to heart if you’re notー” He stopped when he felt your lips on his cheek making him turn red. 

“You may.” You smiled at him as he was utterly speechless. 

“S-so, uhm… will 9 or 10 in the morning tomorrow?” He asked, feeling bashful as ever. 

“9 am would be great. Good night, Han.” 

“Good night.” He said. 

And with you disappearing across the double doors of the hotel’s entrance Jisung almost passed out. His heart was going crazy again but good for him, he finally asked you out. He may want to thank Hyunjin for shooing him away earlier just to get to you but for now, he wanted to keep it sane for himself and let the excitement burst later when he’s alone. A big and cheeky smile is plastered on his face as he takes his way back to the reception to meet his friends so he can get a ride to the yacht party later. 

“Where have you been?” That’s what Changbin asked the moment he arrived, still having that lovesick smile on his face earning a disgusted look from his friends. 

“Yeah, did you finally get laid?” Hyunjin smirked making him slap his arm in response as the smile faded and turned into an annoyed one. 

“With whom?” Jeongin asked, feeling intrigued. 

“Oh shut up you three.” Jisung sighs. “I met a girl, talked to her, walked her back to the hotel, and asked her out.” He said. 

“Finally! You made yourself useful for once, Han.” Hyunjin clapped. “Is it the girl in a beige dress?” He asked as Changbin and Jeongin raised a brow. 

“Yep,” Jisung smiled. “Thank you for leaving Y/N alone earlier, Jeongin, I owe you one.” He added, taking the younger one’s hands and shaking them violently. 

“You were with Y/N?” Jeongin gasped despite his disbelief. 

“Who?” Changbin asked, feeling completely out of place. 

“None of your goddamn business. I’m taking her out tomorrow and perhaps, show her around Chuncheon so you three can go hiking without me. Ha!” Jisung exclaimed and made his way to the car, dancing in joy. The three of his friends looked at each other in amusement and later shrugged the thoughts off to move to the next venue. 

It was already dark when they left the reception after getting everyone’s attention to announce that to those who wanted to attend the after-party at the yacht by the coast. Changbin was driving as Hyunjin and Jeongin were talking. Jisung was surprisingly quiet despite his excitement earlier and he was beating himself upーthinking about giving up the after-party to get back to the hotelーhe couldn’t wait to spend the day tomorrow and he could only decide to meet you halfway from his next destination. It’d be stupid if he’d ask Changbin to stop the car and make an excuse for having an upset stomach when in fact he walked out of the car and went back to the hotel. Hyunjin wasn’t convinced about Jisung being a pathological liar but they let him go anyway. 

Jisung didn’t get scared of the dark when he decided to leave and went straight to your hotel when all of the guests were heading to the yacht. You stayed behind because of the commitment to your masters and you didn’t want to fail. Jisung asked the front desk about your room being out of breath because of the running as you typed into your laptop by the windowsill, trying to get a nice view of this foreign place. You weren’t expecting any unexpected things to happen tonight aside from submitting paperwork not until you heard a knock outside your door. The laptop is soon left unattended on your couch as you make your way to the door and take a peek from the small hole. It was him.

“Han?” You asked, immediately after opening the door for him. 

He was still wearing his suit and was about to knock again. It looks like he was hesitating to get here but there was this unspoken spark and excitement in his eyes that he could not hold it in that’s why he ended up here. Also, he can’t get you out of his mind and seems to have a lot to say to you albeit in the conversation you had this afternoon. Being frozen on his spot, he couldn’t construct the words into sentences the moment you opened the door and just stared at you, thinking what he should say or just let his lips crash onto yours because of his goddamn feelings. He admits, he was curious and drawn into you the time he laid his eyes on you and now he’s here trying to make up the time he wasted after saying good night. 

“Han, what are you doing here?” You asked. “I thought you were going to the after-party.” 

“Changed my mind on my halfway there.” He said. “Well, I know I said I’ll be here tomorrow by 9 but I just couldn’t wait.” 

“What?” You asked again, confused but you couldn’t lie to yourself that you feel the same even though you just met hours ago. 

“Y/N.” He called as he locked eyes with you and there he realized it was indeed love at first sight. “Fuck.” He hissed, feeling his lips onto yours. 

It was unexpected but without hesitation, you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him inside while he closed the door from behind. His kisses were desperate and longing at first filled with unspoken words as they became tender and exploratory with a hint of excitement and commitment. Your eyes shut at the slam of your lips together, the taste of wine and champagne getting mixed lingered upon the kiss. It was sweet as your lips molded together, feeling each other’s hot breaths at the tip of your noses as it got deeper. 

Your hands reached for his neat hair which was now messy and disheveled as your fingers played with the long strands of his black locks. He snaked his one hand around your waist to pull you closer to his body and let you melt against his kisses while the other hand was placed on your jaw to feel it better. The kiss is tempting and hot. It wasn’t like the kisses you felt before from the guys you allegedly dated, not even close to your first kiss when you were in middle school. Jisung’s kiss is so different as you feel sincerity and fondness. You didn’t want to break it, you wanted to feel a little bit more. 

Jisung doesn’t want to stop either but the fact that kissing someone he just met is a bold and shameful move. He loved your lips at first taste and now you’re getting pinned against your door hearing a loud thud as he continued to move his lips on yours. You hugged him again as he placed his knee between your legs so you couldn’t escape and you didn’t have the intention to. He could feel how eager you were that it made him smirk against your lips and he couldn’t stop himself from it. 

Your hands reached for his collar to pull him closer to yours to feel more although you know it’s not right for you to be this desperate. I didn’t matter anymore. The years of not being able to be kissed properly are something that you don’t deserve and now Jisung is the very first one to make your heart flutter like butterflies, you can’t just let him go after this. He also knew you felt the same the moment you got struck like lightning by his frantic kiss. Again, it doesn’t matter. You want him too, that’s all you both need to know. 

“I want to be with you,” He said, slightly pulling away from your lips upon trying to catch his breath. You locked eyes with him again as you placed a soft kiss on his lips before smiling at him. 

“Isn’t it weird that I want to be with you too?” You asked him as he chuckled in response. 

“No, it’s not.” He said. “Did I interrupt something before I…” 

“No,” You said cheekily and kissed him again. “Are you staying for the night?” 

“If I’m allowed to?” He answered between the kisses.

“You may.” You answered before pulling away. “But what about the party?” 

“I can’t go now that we’re doing this.” He giggled. “Let me stay here for a while. I mean my room is just above this floor so I’ll take some clothes and we can spend the rest of the night together and go on a date tomorrow like we agreed…?” He added as he caressed your cheek, still keeping that eye contact with you. 

“Sure, let’s do that.” You said as he gave you a forehead kiss before excusing himself to go to his room, leaving you all hot and a blushing mess. Meanwhile, he was out there by the hallway dancing while humming his favorite tune and being all smiley about what just happened. 

It is indeed a special day, a wedding, and an unexpected meeting.

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[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[lostinlovingrevery]

Random Moments W/ Logan Howlett (These are actual scenes!)

Some of these I just wrote for this post, some are snippets of WIPs I have. Some are a little smut - implied! One or two might sound a lil angsty too. Most are fluffy tho!

You sat up from your desk, you stretched your arms above your head, a small groan escaping you as you stretched your muscles that have grown sore from sitting at your desk all day. You rubbed your eyes, checking the time and deciding to go find your mans and bother him.

You made your way through the mansion, usually bustling with activity, was slowing down as students began to unwind for the day. You checked the living room first, finding Logan wasnt there, and made your way to the kitchen.

There he stood, nearly taller than the humongous fridge that sat in the kitchen, his back was turned to you as he was leaning against the counter, reading something. You smirked as your eyes came down to the way his jeans fit him. Biting your lip, silently as possibly, you snuck up behind him- opening your hands wide and grabbed his ass, gripping each cheek in both hands. You gave them a squeeze.

He flinched a little bit, a small sigh escaping him as he turned his head to look at you giving him a cheeky grin. He quirked a brow.

"Enjoying yourself bub?"

"You know your ass is always tense. Loosen up!"

"Cant when youre always sneaking around me and groping me." He mutters ass he turns around to face you. "And you call me a perv." He mumbles, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against him as you tipped your chin up at him. His hands slid down, now taking your butt in his large hands, groping and massaging them. You giggled as you pecked his lips.

"As if you didnt sense me coming." You grin. "You are by the way."

"For you maybe." He mumbles, capturing your lips in a heated makeout session, his hands kneading your butt like a cat on a blanket.

You heard a sigh, "get a room you two." Scott mutters as he walked into the kitchen. You grow flustered, looking away and burying your face in Logans chest.

"Grow up scott. Get your own room." Logan retorted.

"You feel okay?" You asked him as you stood over the gurney he was resting on. You had put an IV in him while he was recovering from a very brutal injury that his body was slowly recovering. He'd been asleep most of the day, every time you checked on him and his vitals.

He let out a small groan. Then took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look up at you, and a faint smile stretched across his face. His hand reached for yours, as he wrapped his fingers around them, and brought the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly, his eyes not leaving yours.

You felt yourself flush, a skip of your heart as you let him do this. You and Logan had technically just been friends. There had been something unspoken between you though when he first showed up. Ororo and Jean teased you relentlessly about it. He regard you with a softness no one else got. Innocent touches caused your heart to beat faster. Flirts that seemed meaningless but held something deeper in their meaning. He'd stick around you like a shadow, never getting in your way, but seemingly always wanting to be near. This was the first time he'd ever done something like this.

"Better now that you're here..." He says a low, slightly sleepy voice. A smile grew on your face as you regarded him with fondness, moving your hand to gently cup his his cheek, his hand now resting over your wrist, his thumb running back and forth softly.

Logan captured your lips in a heated kiss, pushing you down onto the couch. He kissed with you a fervent passion, nearly desperate as if you were going to disappear in his arms right then and there.

Your arms wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer as a small whine moan escaped you at the feeling of his erection, pushing against the fabric of his jeans- pressed into your hot core.

"You don't know what you do to me baby." He gasped into your mouth, before kissing you again. "You make me so pathetic, I need you so damn bad."

"I need you too Lo." You returned his passion, as you two writhed your bodies together, becoming more and more desperate.

Logan's hand ran softly up and down your arm, while you slept soundly at his side. He stares at the wall, staring past it, thinking about the last week he’s got to know you. He couldn’t tell you the last time - if there was ever even a time where he felt so connected to someone. His worries disappeared when you were there, smiling at him, your eyes bright and full of curiosity. 

He felt like he could talk to you. The way you listened to him so intently, with no judgement on your face. You showed no fear of his claws, of him.

He was disappointed you were going to be leaving in a few hours. 

An insane part of him thought about going with you. An even insaner part of him considered asking you to come with him. The idea of this experience with you being merely a fleeting part of his long life didn’t sit right with him. You felt like someone who’s supposed to stay. Not be a face in a picture he’ll stare at for years to come as he remembers how your lips felt on his for the first time, how your hand caressed his, and the way he ate up every whine you elicited as he undid you so perfectly. He was addicted to you already and you’d only walked into his life a week ago. 

Maybe you were right. Maybe this is only meant to be temporary.  Although the way you said it told him that you didn't believe that either.

You looked over at him, and he was looking down at you, a soft sweet- almost boyish charm to his expression. You smiled, stepping closer to him, practically feeling the warmth of him radiating off of him. He practically towered over you, his eyes trailing over your body, something that you didn’t miss.

“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?” You ask softly, voice nearly above a whisper. 

“We have.” He says. “What's a little near-death experience between friends?” 

A  broad smile came across your face at that. “Friends?” You ask, your expression faltering momentarily, before returning your smile. He could never get used to how you looked at him, something adoring in the way you looked at him. “I think we’re more than friends Lo.”You continue, a tad of mischief in your voice.

He stepped closer. “Maybe.” He says in a low voice. “Maybe we are more than friends…. Maybe that’s because I’m in love with you.” 

Your heart stopped as your face fell. His expression was serious now, almost pleading, the way his eyes bored into yours. The room became so silent you swore you could hear Logan’s heart pounding. You knew he must hear yours, the way you thought it was going to burst out your chest. 

“What?” You whisper.

“I’m in love with you.” He says again, stepping closer, his hands coming to grip your arms. You didn’t miss the way they softly shook. “That okay?” 

A small twitch of your lips, and you nodded.

He grunted, putting the cigar out on the brick wall of the patio. Turning to go back inside, he felt something hit his back.

Poof!

He turned his head to look at his jacket, seeing snow softly falling to the ground, a few flakes sticking to the leather but quickly melting. He looked up- and you stood there with the biggest, most mischievous grin he's ever seen on your face. You stood across the patio, a challenge in your stance.

"You think that's funny bub?" He asks, raising his brows. You bit your lip and nodded. "Oh yeah?" He turned to start walking towards you, the snow crunching under each step. His expression held a determination that slightly frightened you- and turned you on.

Soon as he was half way across the patio, you shrieked, turning and running away from him. He nearly slipped on the snow as he began to run after you.

You ran along side of the mansion, the snow forcing you to be slower than normal. Not that it mattered. Logan quickly closed the distance between you, his long legs and that fact that he was naturally faster than you allowed him to reach you in no time.

You shrieked as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him, as he trapped you with one arm, and grabbed a handful of snow to stuff down your jacket.

"Logan!" You yelped as you felt the cold hit your skin. You erupted into laughter as you continued fighting against him.

Hank peered out the window, hearing sounds of shrieks and laughter, spotting you and Logan messing around in the snow. He chuckled, shaking his head. Lovebirds he thought to himself. When are they finally going to get together.

"Ope!" Logan grunted, his face falling, as both end up slipping, him turning you so he'd fall on his back into the snow, with you ontop of him. You couldn't stop giggling, as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"You're a real jokester, you know that?" He grinned looking up at you.

“Do you want to order?” You asked, placing your palms on the edge of the counter and tilting your head. “Anything look good on the menu?”

“Let me see.” He clicked his tongue, glancing down at the menu, “Funny, don’t see you on it.” He smirked, quirked an eyebrow as he looked back up at you. You let out a small laugh, rolling you eyes. 

“Real cute.” You say shaking your head. As if you hadn’t heard that one before. You could tell this man was going to be a flirt when you laid your eyes on him. He has been mentally undressing you since he’s got here, eye-fucking you every time he looks at you. It certainly helps that he was handsome, but c’mon, a little more discretion? 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He says firmly, his hands gripping your arms.

"Logan-"

"No. I'm not. I know you're scared. I'm here." His gloved hand came up to cup your face, "I'm here. Got it?"

He caught sight of your face dropping just as the elevator door shut. He didn't like the way you looked. Something that looked a little too much like worry.

He pushed the button to open the elevator doors before they would start moving.

"Logan?" Jean asked as he stepped back out into the hall, where you just started to turn and walk back to your study. You turned your head- a flash of that worry turned into confusion. He ignored Jean, stepping right up to you, and capturing you in a heated kiss.

Jean shook her head, hitting the elevator button, "We'll wait for you downstairs." She calls out as the doors shut.

He didn't part from you until you pulled away. "What...?" You shook your head in confusion.

"Didn't like the way your smile dropped." He says. "Something you're hiding from me?"

You felt something caught in your throat. You stammered, "Well I...I...No, no I'm not..." You took a moment. "I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Yeah you are." He says. "You won't look at me."

You bit your lip, then looked up at him. "Can we talk about it later? You need to go. That's more important."

"Nothings more important than you."

[willowed-wisp]

pls do part 2 of gladiator konig 😭🫶🫶🫶

gladiator ( part two ) [ könig ]

I’m glad people have actually been reading, as it’s just random thoughts I have and need to write them out.

Thank you everyone for all of the support! And I hope I did a good job! xx

You despised the measly way of politics, though, that web has spun around your life since you entered the world.

The only reason you tolerated it was because of your beloved… known to all as Rex the centurion… to you…

He was just König.

Your bear and your rock.

Though, he was the greatest stress of your life. He led legions into battle, coming home with a new scar every time. At least he wasn’t a skull on the battlefield.

Communal bathing just wasn’t for you, luckily you had a personal thermae. It allowed your thoughts to dim and your body to de-stress- that’s why König had one much more minimal than the usual installed. No staff or help- it was just you and your husband.

That’s why his fingerprint branded in circles around your centre-point, your body leaning on his; practically laid flat against his solid skin, bearing all aspects of yourself to anyone that dared to walk on. His hand a commanding force on your stomach- keeping you wedged there. “You’re enjoying this…” You spoke amidst your whimpers.

Mouth at your neck- hot breath, “What gave you that impression, sweetness,” A yelp, raw and scratchy, dragged from your essence. König wholly sarcastic and a teasing ass. You had told him as much, hence why you found yourself in that position.

Long since been rock hard against your ass. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of begging- knowing him all too well. Refusing to whine in desperation. Behind you- coolness eyes you, “Come on, love… you want me inside of you…” Fingers plunged into your pussy- unable to vote down the sound which echoes off tile. Fighting a losing battle against your military husband.

He took that on command, spearing you on him… that singe ripped you apart. Pants bounced around, maybe a few curses. Let alone the noises mused by the gentle brute beneath you.

That’s when you begged him. To go faster, to hit whatever spots you needed… to fuck you like only he managed. You were not his housewife- you were his beloved. Never looking down at him as a glorified slave… upon meeting you he knew you’d never be at his beck and call, that’s why he married you.

Reminded by the feel of your nails digging into his large thighs, reminiscent of that first time together. Followed by that exact sound shattering past your lips, it drove him delirious. “I’ve died and am with your Gods…” Wishing you could capture him in your kiss.

The position didn’t allow you to do that, “Not quite, my General…”

————

You refused to attend the tournies held in the Colosseum. Never forgetting what they had done to König.

Though, you did find time, both of you, to attend those midnight soirées at the old ruins. Wine drunkenness led you to find a nook, away from torchlight and humanity, only to become braced against a crumbled wall. Devoured by your husband’s tongue before taking his size.

It didn’t come as much of a surprise when you missed your monthly cycle, meeting the healer who confirmed you were with child. That scar stroked set of lips had never woven your folds, or suckled your clit the way he did while you were with child. Pussy drunk, not rough and ready, tough hands prizing your legs akimbo. Able to taste yourself on his tongue whenever König smothered you in open-mouthed cherishes.

“My goddess…” Pulling you down to the edge of the bed before deep, calculated strokes tore another orgasm from you.

————

Eight months later, your skin sweating and your baby crying. Mesmerised by the sight was König, standing taller than any presence in that room. Being handed the baby, “General Rex, your son.” Never able to acquaint yourself with the name they enslaved him by. The man you loved through and through- wholeheartedly. Heartbroken when you watched him leave with that same upside down triangles lacquered beneath his eyes.

He never wished for his son to be subjected to the lifestyle he had to engage in.

Despite being marvelled for his ruthless nature and hated for his tactics and physical prowess, König would NEVER harm you- he hadn’t even threatened you before. To you he was a source of protection and would do so until he died. At all costs.

König yearned for something, looking out unto the city from the balcony- to the mighty Roman Empire, “What is it, Kö? What burdens you?” He was overcome by how radiant you looked, his son bundled in fabric. His family.

His head shook, “It’s nothing… I just wish you could have seen my home. Before the Empire invaded…” His middle tense, handing him his son. A smile beamed down to the boy who shared the ice cold stare of his father. “He’s going to have a better life that I have… he won’t be ousted from his home and be expected to fight for his life…” A slither of his heart melted when you brought both of your boys into an embrace.

“You are never going there again. You understand me?” Placing your hand over his hot beating flesh. König was grateful to you.

“You saved my life…” Earnest and tearful as he spoke.

“I think you saved mine…”

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masterlist

[3d-wifey]

NSFT Alphabet: MK1 Johnny Cage Edition

A/N: Wrote this to hold you Johnny girls (gender neutral) over until I finish that smut 😙 Plus, I find writing these Alphabets for a character in preparation to write full-fledged smut for them is very helpful in capturing accurate characterization. It's almost like a writing exercise. I've written three different ones so far and I tried to keep them in character, if that makes sense. Like, I tried putting their personality and language in it. Okay, enjoy.

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

Talking. So much talking. But, honestly, did you expect anything else? As he’s pulling out, as he’s carrying you to the shower, as you’re washing his hair. And when it inevitably leads to shower sex, he’s talking then too. You’ll never meet a man who loves the sound of his own voice more than Johnny Cage.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Uh, how ‘bout the artillery canons strapped to his arms? C’mon, I mean, who wouldn’t want a ticket to the gun show? 

Face. Is saying your face too cliche? Hear him out! You want specifics? He can do specifics! He likes the dimples that pop in your cheeks when he finally gets you to laugh at one of his jokes, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when he’s pissed you off, the adorable way your nose scrunches up when he does that one thing with his tongue that drives you crazy. See? Specifics!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Pull out game…very weak. Embarrassingly weak, actually. He swears he’s never had this problem before. His ability to pull out in the nick of time has always been something he’s prided himself on. However, he vastly underestimated just how good you’d feel. He’s clean, you’re clean, and, hey! You both prefer the feeling of hitting it raw, the way nature intended it. However, your pussy’s like wet kryptonite. And he’s only a man. A very awesome man, but a man nonetheless. So birth control it is! Or, if you’re turned off by all the side effects, he can be talked into a vasectomy. It’s either that or give up the sweet, sweet embrace of your walls when he’s balls deep. 

On second thought, that vasectomy sounds pretty tempting. It is reversible, right?

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

Johnny would leak his own sex tape. Plain and simple. He’d leak it from a burner account and watch the chaos ensue. There’s no shame in his game. Hey, it’s ranked the Number 1 Celebrity sex tape for a reason.

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

Is this even a question? Actors, singers, models, directors, producers. He’s THE Johnny Cage, Hollywood royalty. He’s fucked actual royalty. You’re in good hands—as long as he cares about you. If you’re a random hookup, then he’s not really working for your pleasure here. You’ll definitely cum, but it’s mainly a pit stop on his way to the finish line. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl. Johnny’s an ass man, through and through. He loves fucking up into you and watching your ass ripple with both of your movements. And he loves holding onto you. Big hands grabbing your waist, hips, thighs, and especially your ass. He also loves seeing you both in action. So reverse cowgirl + some artfully placed full-length mirrors = Him wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing at your clit, and forcing you to watch yourself as you desperately grind against him, AKA Heaven. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, c’mon. It isn’t like him to be serious in any situation. He’s gotta slip a joke in every now and then. Get it? Slip a joke in?

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wax on, wax off, baby. Smoother than a seal. Or, uh, some other sexy, hairless animal. You mourn when he waxes his happy trail. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

You’ll be surprised by how charming he can be. It’s not all jokes and great orgasms. It’s also loving touches, reverent compliments, and amazing orgasms.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s got a healthy libido and a pretty stacked schedule, so sometimes a quick introduction between his hand and mini Johnny can’t be helped. But he’s also got a smoking hot girlfriend (you), so jerking off by himself is a rare occurrence. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism. What can he say? He’s a performer at heart and he loves an audience. But nothing crazy, just your average celebrity having sex on a yacht that’s in full view of the paparazzi. Or the occasional jerking off with you telling him how fast or slow to go. Oh, and you can’t forget about the sex tapes. Man, with the amount of videos he has of the two of you going at it, he could start an archive. You two have definitely ended up on the cover of TMZ and the front page of Twitter.

Voyeurism. But only for you. He’s enthralled by anything you do, including how many of your much smaller fingers will you stuff inside yourself to replicate the feeling of him stretching you wide. It usually leads to you begging for him to touch you, something else he’s in love with. Nothing wrong with a little hands-on audience participation.

Dirty talk. Normally, dirty talk is kind of basic to any old romp in the hay, but Johnny, being Johnny, puts his own Cage flair on it. Those corny oneliners somehow translate to the perfect thing to say to get you hot. He’s like Shakespear, if Shakespear was good-looking and not a virgin. You know what they say: everything sounds better when you’re horny. Who says that? Uh…

Fighting/Sparing which always leads to blood play. Winning a match gets Johnny’s blood pumping. The adrenaline of escaping death and the crowd hyping him up. And the crux of it all is you who happens to get especially wet when he comes to you covered in blood, grinning with a glint in his eyes that’s poorly hidden behind his blood-speckled sunglasses (a glint that many may describe as mania). And it certainly goes the other way. Watching you kick ass makes him harder than a diamond. Sparing together is a no-brainer that leads to fucking on his gym floor, or, honestly, wherever you two fall. Lui Kang must regret making you two his champions in this timeline with how often he’s walked in on you two. Offering to let him join probably doesn’t soften the blow, but, hey, it’s only polite.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In his mansion. In one of his lavish beds, or pressed up against the wall-length windows. In his Bentley or in the back of his limo. He’s a big fan of fingering you under the table at an award show and then fucking you in a bathroom at said award show when he should definitely be on stage presenting. For whatever reason, walking the red carpet always gets him worked up. And going to the club together always ends with you riding him in the VIP section.

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

Such a complex question for a man with complex taste. I’m joking, Johnny is so easy. It’s actually ridiculous how easily you turn him on. Laugh at his joke, hard. Complement his acting or fighting, hard. Running your fingers through his hair/scratching his scalp, hard. Feel him up/tease him in any context, hard. You’re covered in blood after a win, hard, hard, rock hard.

“Are you King Midas? Cuz you make me hard with just one touch.”

“That one was actually kinda clever.” 

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

Nothing too gross. He’s all for sloppy, messy sex, but he has to draw the line somewhere. There’s nasty 👁🫦👁 and there’s n a s t y 👁👄👁. 

He likes to tease/do the opposite of what you say, but if you’re not 100% on board with what he’s doing, then he’s stopping it then and there. Remember: there’s nothing sexier than explicit consent!

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

Preferred to receive before he started dating you, and only ever had the urge to go down on someone if he had been drinking before. After you started dating, he definitely loved it whenever you gave him head, but he didn’t realize how much pleasure he could get from giving you pleasure. 

He loves sloppy head, giving and receiving, so if you weren’t wet before, you definitely will be after he gets his mouth on you. 

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

Depends on when and where you’re doing it. And if you two are “allowed” to be doing it in said place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan of the guy who came up with the idea of quickies, enough said. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

C’mon. He’s the leading source of your sex tapes getting leaked. I mean, how do you think the paps keep finding you in compromising positions? A little tip-off to them while you take his tip, ha!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

It’s like he runs off horsepower, good God. If you’re trying to go until he’s tired out, it’s gonna be a couple of rounds until then.

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

He’s a fan of dildos. Specifically, watching you fuck yourself with one. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” And show him, you do. God, you know how to put on a show. But you shouldn’t have to settle for some random dildo. You’re with the Cage man, and he would get a mold of his dick made for you. And they say he’s not romantic. 

Strap-on. That’s it. And he takes it well ;).

Remote-controlled vibrators, for you and him. Hell, let’s make a game out of it. See who can last the longest in public, there are no losers! 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

His version of teasing is doing the opposite of what you said to do. You want him to speed up? He’s slowing down and making sure you feel every inch inside you. Oh, keep his hands above his head? You gonna make him? He’s a total brat, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date him.

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

Heh, yeahhh. He’s real loud. Moans, groans, screams, whimpers. You name it, he’s doing it. It’s the performer in him. And because he knows you like how he sounds.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Tattoos? Sexy as hell. If you were to ever get his name tattooed on you (preferably a tramp stamp), then you might as well start planning what flowers you want in your bouquet. I could see him getting your name tattooed on him too. Probably on his pelvis, in the middle of his v-line. In case anyone ever needs a reminder of who his dick belongs to.  

Type of guy to dedicate a Mortal Kombat match to you, and then lose. Ah, I’m joking. He’d beat his opponent’s ass all because you promised him victory sex if he won and he doesn’t take victory sex lightly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s got an 8.5–8.9 inch hog, shower not a grower. Little Johnny isn’t so little. There’s a reason he’s alright with doing full-frontal nudity if the scene calls for it. They’ve had to CG out his bulge in post-production in every Ninja Mime movie. It’s not his fault spandex happens to be the clingiest material known to man.

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

Higher than Mount Fuji. He’s a stallion in his prime with a gorgeous girlfriend. His spare time is filled with filling you. And you both tend to feed off of each other, so all it takes is for one of you to be the tiniest bit turned on, and then, boom! You’re both desperately grinding against each other in a supply closet. Ain’t that just the way?

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends. He’s kind of like a dog that needs to tire himself out before he can sleep. 

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[anathemaspeaks]

"falling in love with you wasn't a part of my life plan, but i don't regret that i did."

with affectionate boyfriend!Shoto :D

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You were resting, your head on Shoto’s lap, facing up at him and his fingers gently carding through your hair. It was unfair how someone could look so pretty from such an unflattering angle.

His heterochromatic eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at your peaceful form, filled with so much love you thought your heart would burst. He smiled down at you, softly, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

And to him, you were.

This time, two years ago, if someone would’ve told you you would be dating the pro-hero Shoto Todoroki, you would’ve laughed at them, brushing it off with an “oh, he’s just a friend,” knowing you had absolutely no chance.

You met in your UA days. You knew Shoto was a stoic man, one who had no time for trivial things like love - especially with all of his family’s issues, coupled with his own career and personal life. Shoto has never felt love.

But then the man found himself enjoying your company a lot more than he would like to admit, and soon the two of you were steadfast friends. It remained that way for a long time, even through your journeys to becoming pro-heroes.

You had always known you loved him. You had thought he was a man who never wanted to love, choosing to stay by himself so he wouldn't get hurt, so instead you accepted the fact that you two would just be good friends.

But he had always loved you too, ever since the day you crashed into him, causing him to spill his cold soba. You bought him another one after that, apologizing profusely, flustered by the fact that you messed up in front of your crush - but, to your pleasant surprise, that was the beginning of your longtime friendship.

And look at where you are now. A diamond much too expensive for you to even think about resting on your ring finger, and matching, lovesick smiles on the both of your faces.

You lifted your hand up, thumb lightly grazing his scar. You thought it made him look even more unfairly gorgeous. He only ever allowed you to touch it, you were the only person who could make his heart beat so fast with just one look. The only one who he felt safe around. Even after two years, he was still wrapped around your finger.

He doesn't want it any other way.

You sat up, still sitting in his lap. You moved your head into the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his expensive cologne mixed with something else, something that made him smell so…Shoto.

He turned his head slightly, planting a soft kiss on your temple, letting his lips linger on that spot.

“Sho, when did you realize you loved me?” You inquired. He raised an eyebrow. He found himself wondering how you thought up the most random questions at such odd times of the day. Not that he would ever complain - or admit he enjoyed them.

So he indulged.

“Since the day you beat my ass during training. You got me cold soba after that, because you felt guilty for hurting me. That day, seeing you choke on your own food, I knew I just had to have you.” He chuckled, fondly remembering the memory.

“Oh come on” you whined and buried your face deeper into his neck, an embarrassed blush taking over your features. He tightened his grip around you, placing a hand under you jaw to make you look back up at him.

“Love, it’s always been only you for me. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen - inside and out. You’re the reason I know what love is…and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but I don’t regret that I did, because now, you’re the best part of my life” He said, with nothing but sincerity in his voice.

A comfortable warmth spread through your body, with a realization. You get to marry him. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. You leaned up, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, grinning from ear to ear when you broke apart.

“Okay, but would you still love me that way if I was a worm?”

he’s such a cutie oh god

[random-blurbs]

Made for the Camera

Iron Fist x reader

a/n - i just love hot fictional men (lowkey ass but free smut is good smut; requests are open 🙂‍↕️)

You had rehearsed this so many times in the mirror as you flashed a beaming smile, hearing the clicks run rampant in exchange. The flashes of the camera was killing your eyesight as you tried to maintain your normal composure. “Any plans to join an agency?”

“Any lovers?”

“Show us a trick?”

You felt your eyebrow twitch in annoyance hearing the stereotypical questions these interviewers always have. In the corner of your eye you see your manager motioning a smile onto his face. Directly towards you. Suppressing your anger you just continued posing, there’s worst things in the world and this isn’t one of them. You can’t complain when you’re practically made for this life. Never wanting anything more than be adored and captured forever in time.

Waving your goodbye to the crowd you let your manager direct you towards the event, familiar faces coming to view. It was a gorgeous event filled with every known superhero to exist. To thank them for all their hard work while shoving food down their throats. “So we’re going to meet the investors of that clothing brand you worked with last week.”

“Wait which one? Because one of the assistants tried getting grabby and it was just weird.” You shuddered stopping the waiter from walking off thanking him for the glass of champagne. “It’s the one with the name I can’t pronounce-.” Groaning he smacked your arm lightly reminding you to fix your attitude in these type of settings.

“I don’t want to.” You whined making him shake his head, “Don’t matter that’s where the money is.”

“Randy my man! How are you!” Not skipping a beat to abandon you at a social function he barely spared you a glance wanting to catch up with the random man leaving you to sip your drink. At least he isn’t in your ear telling you your future depressing plans. “You ok?” Not noticing the tall man right beside you, you immediately apologized realizing you were in-front of the drink bar blocking his way.

“You’re fine.” Offering you a kind smile you see him debate on what drink to get, but he left you feeling stupid as you were struck by his looks.

He is one fine-

“Astralis right?” Snapping you out of your thoughts you quickly nodded your head noticing his eyes were back on you, “And you’re Iron-Fist?” It immediately sounded stupid when those words left your lips as it takes one look at his outfit to know who he was. Who doesn’t know him? Those bandages really hug all the right muscles-

You can’t get distracted.

But jeez you did not know how attractive he was in person. You’re not stupid you know a fine man when you see one. But those interviews you watched on TV did not do him justice, up-close where you can see his boyish grin for yourself he had you whipped. How does one look hot and cute at the same time? Noticing your distressed face, he chuckled, an unknown glint in his eyes. “I was just asking since I’ve noticed your work. You seem to be quite the person.” Taking notice of his tone, he was careful to choose his words for some reason. To be fair he doesn’t really need to take care he can say anything to you at this point and you’ll take it. “The legendary Iron-Fist noticing me? I am one lucky person.”

He noted the look you were giving him, a seductive smile now taking place on your face. “You really aren’t subtle about this.” He laughed quietly, hoping the drink drowns his nerves noticing the tentative steps you’re taking towards him. “Can you blame me? I don’t need anybody snatching you up.” You admitted leaving him stun at your confident words not used to being one-upped, he bit the inside of his cheek looking around him if anyone is seeing the same thing he is.

You have to be some succubus sent to him, and if you were…- they won. He’s giving in. “Do you charm everyone you usually meet?” You suddenly ask, never giving him time to recover from your previous words. “No, I only turned it on for you.” He didn’t give you some lengthy explanation of how you’re the only woman in his life that you’re used to hearing to excuse their sleeping around. Not that you care; when you’re in the mood you just want to get to it. Quick and simple with his words it made a smile be drawn onto your face. “Did you come in here wanting to…” Trailing off you made the childish finger in hole motion making him finally laugh out-loud.

“To be fair I came for a drink.” Reminding you of how you guys even met to begin with. “And if anything… I was going to ask-.”

“Y/N, Y/N! She’s over here she’ll love talking to you! Hey Y/N!” Groaning you offer him an apologetic look which he waved off, painfully so. Your manager somehow within the time gone has gotten himself drunk, and brought more clients to deal with. "Randy what did I say about this." Giving a strained smile to the clients behind Randy's back, you pull his ear close to your lips. “I don’t pick up clients at these events. You know the reason why-!”

“You should be grateful to me.” You didn’t know if you looked more offended or Randy did. But seeing his face as if he was a victim was enough to piss you off even further. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“We can chat about this real quick if you don’t mind!” The clients tried cutting in, pissed that they’re interrupting your conversation, but you knew better than to tell them off. “Just give me a moment.” They seemed to ignore your annoyed smile, trying to continue the conversation while shoving their business cards your way.

Going to begrudgingly grab their card to maintain face even after their annoying act, a pair of rough hands quickly swiped it away from them. “I know a couple of people that are willing to take this.” He stood in front of you letting you see the true stature of the man you wanted to be in bed with already. Not wanting to make it awkward he looked as if he was genuinely checking out the cards leaving the client’s frazzled. "O-Oh wait it wasn't fo-!"

"She's busy talking to her manager why don't we go somewhere?" Walking past you with a wink his arms wrapped around the annoying client's neck dragging him away as he had playful smile on his face.

Has it been that long where someone gives you some basic decency, you want them more.

You’re too fucked up in the brain for this. Hoping to see him again in better circumstances you turn your attention back onto your drunk agent wishing you gave him your number.

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“Long time?” Maybe it was the strange predicament that you’re in. Said predicament being the reason why all the blood is rushing to your head. Same predicament that has you tied up upside down, with an attractive masked man beside you.

“Quite.”

You see him practically admire the handy-work of the assholes who tied you up still leaving you woozy. “You trying to get an idea for later?” He quirked an eyebrow amused as if time never gone by you two.

3 months exactly.

Months of settling on seeing your face on the tv.

Who knew he’ll be longing for a woman he only met once.

He wants more of you in any way you’ll give him.

“You want to say please?” Rolling your eyes you tried lifting your head to relieve the starting pain. “Don’t be like that.” He teased twirling your hair around his fingers, delicate touches that has you shivering.

“You truly know how to woo me.”

“Since you asked so politely.” Sarcasm lacing his voice, he efficiently got you down, taking care in setting you down. “How did you even find me?”

“Your agent was worried about you, you haven’t been picking up his calls.” Thanking your agent internally you winced feeling how much the rope dug into your ankles. Without skipping a beat you felt his arms scoop under your legs, letting out a gasp as your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. “Still- you telling me this wasn’t on purpose?” He didn’t have to know you were going to heal your leg taking advantage of the feeling of his chest against your body.

“Aren’t you glad to see my face.”

You’re thankful in more ways than one for his face but he doesn’t need the ego boost. “Is there a way to repay you?”

Casting you a knowing look you lightly slapped his chest ignoring right off the bat how strong it was. “Like something actually nice.”

“You are something nice.” Can’t help but giggle you looked around trying to find anybody, “Where did you put them?”

“Gave them over to the police they’re cleaning it up now.” Biting your lip nervously, it’s not like you have free time at the drop of the hat, your agent would probably have you modeling tomorrow and you’ve been overdue for some patrols.

“What if I repay the favor here then?” He wasn’t too surprised by your offer, and he’s not too surprised by his own feelings towards it.

“Do you really think you can handle it?” Purposing making it have double meaning you looked up at him with a pleading look, “Oh c’mon you wanna waste this chance?”

You both knew the answer to that.

Maneuvering your legs to wrap around him feeling his hand cupping your ass to keep you up, using his other hand to grip onto your neck tightly pulling you in a heated kiss. Sighing happily against his lips you felt his tongue tease yours, squeezing your ass closer, feeling his dick harden against you. Tugging at your hair, exposing your neck, he bit into it feeling you squirm underneath him. He sucked onto your neck softly, as you let yourself just enjoy the moment. Feeling the desperation from him with every kiss he sets you on a broken counter letting him position his body between your legs. Reconnecting your lips you felt his costume underneath your fingers, it wasn’t cheap but it was thin enough to press against him feeling the sturdiness of his body. How his giant hands rested on your hips keeping you steady, nipping his lip playfully to feel how those hands grip onto you tighter, feeling the warmth against your skin, wanting those hands to be everywhere on you.

“You could’ve had this so much sooner.” He murmured taking off your shirt with no problem feeling the air nip at your chest. “It was obvious you wanted to do it.” Letting him ramble, you just tugged at his hair directing him towards your chest with a mischievous glint. He can’t even fake an annoyed expression as you knew he wanted every part of you. Peppering kisses across your chest, you would feel his wet tongue lap at it every once in awhile, before sucking on the spot making you moan out in pleasure. Fondling your left tit as he snapped your bra off before latching himself on your nipple. Shivering at the warm feeling of his mouth you sighed contentedly as you felt his tongue swirl around it, teasing it lightly making you buck into his body. Wrapping your fingers around his black hair, you gave it a harsh tug feeling the vibration of a moan on your nipple from him exciting you further. “You missed me that bad?” You teased making him pull away from your nipple with a pop, flashing his cocky grin at you.

“Yeah I did. Are you going to deny you did?” Letting your hands caress his cheek your hand messed with the yellow mask covering his eyes. You couldn’t read his expression, but his body did enough talking. His heavy breathing, his curious hands, his mouth. “Of course not.”

“Then why didn’t you come see me.” It almost sounded pathetic making you grin at him, he wouldn’t admit how that made him feel.

“I’m a hard-working person. Who else is going to pose in front of the cameras if not for me.” He let out a laugh making you pause, “You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for that.”

“I’m not. It’s as easy as breathing, I look good no matter what.” He believes whole-heartedly that you are the most gorgeous person he’s laid his eyes on, but he had his fair share of cameras and it was anything but easy. “Just because you suck at it doesn’t mean I do.” You jab pushing him away from you, glaring at him. “Oh c’mon it wasn’t like that. Really I’m sorry Y/N.” Holding onto your cheeks he placed a soft kiss on your nose, trying to seem as apologetic as he can, he really didn’t mean to come at your job like that simply not on the same page of difficulty for a job like yours. “Where is it?”

He was confused as you practically manhandled his body, patting down his outfit as your hand lingered over certain parts trying to look for whatever you are. “What are you talking about?”

“Your phone.” Still confused he reached behind his waist belt pulling out his phone, handing it over to you. Opening the camera, he saw you swipe to video before passing it back to him. “I’ll prove to you that I always look good, from any angle.”

Whatever he did in his past life to deserve this moment he just thanks the Gods for it. He didn’t need anything more.

“Are you sure? I might look better than you in it.” He baited as you nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “You wish.” This was not an opportunity he wanted to waste. Propping his phone up to capture the two of you, he already sensed a snarky comment coming his way making him clamp his hand over your mother, making your eyes widen in shock. “I’ll just fuck you in every angle to see if we can find one.” Swallowing nervously you couldn’t help but blush feeling his big hand completely cover your mouth.

“So let’s start with this one.” Gripping onto your hair tightly you groaned as you felt him push you down, knees scraping the floor. It felt intimate as you hand grasp the edge of his pants, swiftly pulling everything down, trying not to look impressed about the size in front of you. Spitting on it your hands wrapped around it started to jerk him off immediately making him moan aloud. Feeling his warm dick as your hand moved up and down slowly before letting it touch your lips softly. Opening your mouth you felt it get bigger in your hand as you started to suck on it. In a consistent motion you sucked on the tip, with your hand stroking him at the base hearing him let out a louder moan. “Fuck…” Every noise that escaped his lips gave you more of a want to please him, wanting his moans to be all you hear, as you let your tongue twirl around the tip. “You’re right about this angle at least.” Peering up at him you feel yourself get more impatient at the sight in front of you. Looking down at you with a blissed out smile, letting out airy moans, his cheeks were flushed red as you see his chest move up and down, eyebrows knitting whenever you take him all in your mouth hearing you struggle below him. If you could see the what he was seeing as he let his hand rest on your cheek stroking it softly, for the encouragement to continue a little longer. Feeling your tongue press the tip of his dick almost finished as he tapped your cheek, “I’m almost done, mo-.” Letting out an unexpected loud moan he felt you bottom out, sucking him whole. “H-hey!” Feeling your hand tighten around his thigh you looked up at him innocently, you wanted him cum right there right now.

Holding onto the top of your head, he let out a desperate moan as he tried holding it back, “You’re gonna make me cum stop!” With no sign of stopping, he finally wrapped his fingers around the hairs on the back of your head, tugging at his harshly making you get off his dick effectively. “You can’t be mad that you were getting good head.” You challenge making him chuckle, “You’re so fucked.” Throwing you over his shoulders you let out a yelp at the sudden change, trying to hold in a yelp as his hand smacked your ass painfully so. Kicking his pants to the side he propped you against the counter, ass-up tearing off your pants before bringing his hand down for another hard slap. Letting out a yelp of pain you tried telling him off but were met with fingers being shoved down your mouth. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

Didn’t have to tell you twice.

Palming your ass, as it soothed the stinging pain he just brought upon it, you hear him spit on his free hand, feeling the teasing fingers by your hole. Brimming with anticipation you let out a choked out moan feeling the stretch of his finger in it, his hand was anything but normal. With already one finger you felt so good knowing how big his hands are you bucked into his hand motioning for another one. “God you are such a slut.” His raspy voice accused letting another finger in as you tried not to bite onto his fingers in your mouth. Your body felt flushed as you feel the stretch of his two fingers being pumped in and out in perfect rhythm. The squelching coming out of you egged him on, wanting to hear more, wanting to be the reason why there is more. Adding one more you practically bit down on his fingers feeling full off of those. He felt every part of your body accept him, as your ass was practically bouncing back onto his fingers desperate for him to continue, the flutter of your hole sucking all his fingers in he can only assume how it would feel on his dick. Taking out his fingers from your mouth, you let out a drawled out moan as you feel him pump his fingers out quicker. His free hand was immediately put to work as he messed with your clit, making you gasp in pleasure, “W-wait!” The motion of his fingers was getting too much for your body, and you refuse to let it end early. “Now you want me to stop?” Realizing how bad this is falling back onto you, you grip onto the counter tighter as you tried controlling your breathing, feeling yourself coming down soon. “P-please… I just want you in me.”

“That was going to happen regardless.” You practically feel the confidence overflowing from behid you as you tried biting back a scream feeling his quickened pace having you on edge. “It’s ok baby just do it.” He encouraged as his fingers stretched you deliciously so feeling the former hand now resting on your ass, maybe he knew you had a thing for his hands, making sure you feel it caress every inch of your ass, the warmth burning your skin as you bit onto your lip, “Nu-uh.” Gripping onto your lower jaw he helped you keep it open as you let out a string of moans, music to his ears as he hears you come undone, begging him to go faster. Feeling your hole suck his fingers in deeper coated with all your juices, as your ass bucked into his fingers consistently. “Fuck… right there…just-!”Jaw going slack as you cried out riding out your orgasm feeling yourself tighten around his fingers, every part of you feeling sensitive as you tried pulling yourself off of him; feeling weak at your knees his hands being the only reason why you’re still up.

“This angle too! It’s basically impressive.” Not caring for his words, you tried regulating your breathing as you came down from your euphoric high, not able to question him laying you out on the counter, the cold surface making you sigh in delight compared to your sticky skin.

It wasn’t until you practically jumped at the tip of his dick going in, clutching his wrist from stopping him. “What are you doing!?”

“Are we really going to act stupid about this?” You wanted to smack that smile off of his face as he innocently smiled at you, body twitching as you felt him slip a small part of his dick in. “Your pussy is practically begging for me.” He reasoned letting his fingers wrap around yours, using as momentum to make you come slamming down onto his dick. You both moaned out in pleasure not leaving you any time to adjust as he sought out your other hand to pull you back down. Letting out moans that practically resembles pleas he sees your head fall to the side as you drooled in pleasure, overstimulated by it all. “Nghh... let’s see - if you still look good fucked stupid.”

Feeling every inch of him as he thrusted in and out was a euphoric feeling that you know you’re always going to chase for again. His hands wrapped around your wrist bringing you back onto his dick as if you’re some rag doll, whining out in pleasure as your body could barely handle anything more.

His cock slams back into you feeling the ridge of his tip scrape against your walls, feeling every bit of him in you. “God you’re...so beautiful.” Gravely and rough his voice was giving him away but he didn’t care. The sight he had of you was a heaven he didn’t think he deserved, seeing how your hole practically swallowed him up every single time. Grunting he felt himself get close feeling your hole flutter around him again. “Oh fuckkk... - please just hurry.” You whined as you felt the tears prick your eyes, and a strange feeling start to build up in your stomach.

“Shit-!” He grunted abandoning your wrist for your hips, moaning out as you feel his fingers dip at your skin deep. He started to fuck you in a brutal pace, as if he wanted to bruise you making sure he pulls you out all the way before slamming you back onto his cock. Not caring how loud you became you cried out for him, wanting him to use you in any way, which he quickly complied to as he felt himself come closer. You shudder feeling yourself slowly go limp as he fucks you through your overstimulation going at a brutal pace that you couldn’t help but enjoy admire his blissed out expression as he played with your clit just moaning out curses feeling too much pleasure across your body. Feeling yourself let go before him was practically a curse as he fucked you in a bruising pace, going faster and faster, not satisfied with leaving you as it, grinding his dick against your hole everytime he entered was enough for you; as your legs shakes uncontrollably your last ditch was effort was wrapping them around him in closer finally making him bottom out as he finished with a guttural moan. Feeling his cum fill you up inside, you felt the warm ooze drip out from you making him look at you with a tired smirk.

Weakly reaching towards his face, you tugged down the mask finally seeing his whole face, not disappointed by what you see. “You got a mask fetish?” He joked making you throw his mask back at him as he let out a loud laugh. “Na just knew I was going to be disappointed.”

Chuckling he gets closer as he towers over you, feeling the warmth of his body bounce off of yours, seeing his arm cage you beside your head. “You really are beautiful though.” Pressing a soft kiss on your lips it was a jarring difference to what you both had shared, but you relished in it cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. Until you both couldn’t breathe you begrudgingly pulled away feeling more tired than anything.

You see him glance over at the still recording phone he couldn’t help but let out a boyish grin, “Can’t believe I have this all to myself.” You laughed as you feel him stuff himself into your chest, his breath tickling you.

“Isn’t the famous Iron-Fist so lucky?” You teased hoping to talk about the recording more in depth later, considering this isn’t an everyday thing you do. And only want to reserve it for those who you hold dearly.

“Call me Lin.” Shocked that he gave you his actual name and weren’t settling with superhero names you smiled knowing you can pursue this worry free. “Don’t look so surprised we just created a sex-tape like on our second meeting.” Nudging him to not ruin the mood, he settles his head on your chest hearing your now steady breaths, letting you play with his hair as you stay in this bliss for a moment longer.

[rockscanfly]

Random Charles Smith Headcanon's

Has probably contemplated suicide at more than one point (see “I’m here just to hurt and suffer myself. In this land I feel stuck.”)

Maybe a little vain. He cares for his clothing well, embellishes himself. 

Has auditory sensitivity. He gets very irritable with loud people.

Has never felt like he belonged, always feels cut off

Is comfortable with violence only against folk he sees as on his own level/like himself. Has little empathy for himself so has little empathy for them (hence smoking while Arthur beats a man for information, the efficient and quick kills of the bounty hunter, the poachers)

Has a STRONG sense of justice--that includes responsibility and culpability. People make choices and Charles holds them accountable for them. Sadie is a killer, so he treats her like any other ally. That German family didn’t make that choice, neither did the Wapiti. But he doesn’t have any pity for the gang.

Animals don't choose violence, hence the protectiveness over them and their dignity. 

Comes off as cold because he isn’t loud/not good at chat. He’s really just been alone most of his life. 

Okay with drinking, does NOT like drunkenness. Back to culpability. This can make him unforgiving and harsh at times.

Both he and Arthur are so used to people passing in and out of their lives that they’re afraid to hold on too tight. Then Arthur gets captured by Colm. Hosea talks to him, about Bessie and about Arthur’s dead family. 

“I’m not her,” Charles says. “Not either of them. I’m not asking you to leave your world behind, and I’m not going to wait for you in some house. We’re partners first. I’d lose the rest of it before I let you put me to the side.” 

He likes that Arthur is big enough to push him around, to hold him down and anchor him when he can feel himself getting lost. To toss him over a broad shoulder when they’re swimming around on a hunting trip and settle him down on soft pelts, to pin him and bite the lonely from his skin. 

Charles can kick Arthur’s ass and will do so on request

He’s kind and thoughtful. He’d be the one to make Arthur little presents and leave them around for him. Practical things, made special with the careful workmanship of beading/embroidery/etching. 

Can be impatient—autonomy is his norm so waiting on others both physically, mentally, and emotionally doesn’t come natural to him

Will cut slingload on people he feels don’t value him back—would not pine for Arthur or stick around if Arthur tries to protect himself by lashing out at Charles, even if he still has feelings. His father taught him that he has to protect himself because no one else will do it. Arthur. Well. Arthur’s the only person he’s trusted to have his back. Because Arthur proved it, several times over. There’s no one Charles would have used “do it for me” on other than Arthur Morgan. 

He fell into fighting again because he had begun opening his heart for the first time since he was a child, and then fate took Arthur too. Like Charles said—he was put on the earth to cause pain and to suffer himself. 

He tries to help folks, but he’s not good at talking and he can’t use his privilege to help like Arthur did. He’s everything the US government hates, even more than the Waipiti. They reach a point where his violence is no longer useful. And for a drowning, grieving, heart sick stretch of years violence is all Charles has left to him (hence going to Saint Denis, a city he hates, and fighting people for white folks' entertainment in a transparent suicide-by-cop bid for someone to end his suffering) And then Sadie gives him the option of closure and working beside John reminds him that he is a man, not a weapon, and Beecher’s Hope makes him believe he too can change. 

Charles has never tried to be anything but who he is. He and Arthur are similar in that way. What he realizes, what Arthur realized too late, is that he can change if he wants it. And that maybe he’s allowed his past pain and scars to run his life along a course he doesn’t actually have to follow. 

Brought to you by my on-going replay of RDR2 and my undying love and devotion to princess of my heart Charles Smith.

[sashiavi]

I tried to go through all your post to see if you ever did an animal for Elliot!

Just wondering if you came up for an animal for him. I love all your writings about the sdv hybrids so i would love to see what you come up with.

I’ve been thinking about Elliot as an animal but i think he would be good as a fox (the hair) or maybe even selkie since he lives on the beach

anyways love your work! <3

Hybrid!Elliott - What Suits Him Best?

Ahh it's true I haven't gotten anything for Elliott yet </3 I think I really struggle to capture him/embody the features I want to push within a narrative, but-! For You, my Dearest Anon~ let's try a little deep dive~

I've never truly sat down to appreciate him, and I do feel a little bad, he's so darling and handsome ♡

A Fox would suit him quite nice I think, a little quiet, reserved and out of the way - very intelligent and timid, but definitely opens up with time ♡

Sort of thinking of the characteristics of a fox, he is quite ambitious but I don't particularly see him as a trickster.. But he is so darling and cute, doing his best to keep his nipping fangs to himself, tail swishing behind him as he silently accompanies you back to the farm after a long Friday Night...

There's a glint in his eye, a flick of greeny-bronze shined by the firelight of your living room. Oh how darling you look beneath him, face down, ass up- his clawed hands delicately threatening to peirce into your skin, little fangs grazing your neck, nose scenting the supple spot behind your ear..

I also think a Bunny or a Hare would fit him too! Mostly because of the imagery of the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland hehe ~ So proper and well dressed!

With that, I like the idea of him really, really trying to keep himself in check, not letting those silly secondary instincts roll over him and push past his manners.

But it's hard to hide when his tall and fluffy ear twitches, his cotton tail wags behind his coat- his dress shoe tap, tap, taps against the ground in an impatient thump - an action he didn't mean, truly! He can't help the poor ache behind his trouser seam, the sting of his belt buckle digging into his navel~

Bunny stamina is truly no joke! Elliott's hips snap and fuck, humping quick little pushes of his drooly cock into you~ Yoba, he slips out and barely even realises, silly hips still continuing their squirming, pudgy bunny tip knocking lovingly into your clit over and over.

And finally~ I think he could also be a Deer!Hybrid. A mature buck, aged finely, oh so gentle and doting, so caring and especially protective.

He would take such extra special care of his antlers, looking so clean and proper, preened in his appearance, always looking to elegant and put together. He is still quite the weary man, of course, but his efforts help him gain up the courage to approach you.

As timid and shy as deer come, it doesn't stop Elliott from mounting you, using the thick blessing between his legs to sweetly bully into your sweetness. His forearms rest above your head, his neck bared to your face, keeping you nice and caged in, protected from his antlers, from his urge to nip, from the outside of the sweet little space he'd created.

Rest assured his sweet Deer tail wags with joy, spotted back arching as your nails dig sweetly into his skin. It's okay... Of course you can cling on to his burly shoulders, wrap your thighs around his spotted hips, just helps him push his thick Buck cock into your little cunt ♡

Also random? Whenever I think of the SDV Bachelors as monster boys I always picture Elliott as a centaur hehe

Some Elliot Food ♡ I hope I could deliver well!