#however you view body hair is beautiful ❤️

[sourpeachsayshi]

(kinda self indulgent but-)

Nanami knows your beauty routine like the back of his hand. How you keep your nails, your hair, your skincare, make up, body care etc. But he especially knows that you’re a stickler when it comes to hair removal. He thinks it’s interesting that sometimes you’ll forgo him making love to you because you’re “you’re not prepared”. Rambling off some excuse about how you haven’t had a chance to shave or see your waxer.

Nanami, of course, will never argue. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. But he sees how you ease the more you trust him, the more you grow comfortable in your relationship. You don’t even bat an eye when he loops his fingers around the strings of your underwear, drags it down slowly - the tip of his cock leaking with pre cum and brows raising when he sees tufts of hair on your pubis.

It’s only when he gently grazes his fingers against your mound do your eyes shoot open. You clasp your fingers around his wrist and squeeze, “wait, I forgot-“ you blurt, half ashamed.

But he knows you’re in heat, takes a second to drag his fingers up against your slit.

“I’m not ready for you,” you insist, pushing yourself up on your forearms only to watch your lover pull his digits away, your slick coating the pads in glittering strings.

“I beg to disagree,” he teases, eyes on yours while his fingers move to his lips to taste your arousal, making you pulse from between your legs.

His moves one hand to your pelvis, gently massaging his thumb against your hip. “You know I have no preference, right?” he ensures, “I just want to eat you out and fuck you as I please. But I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable.”

His touch on your hip burns your skin. You can feel yourself getting wet. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper after a few seconds, and Nanami smiles.

He kisses your belly button, creates a path down your lower belly and over your mound. His lips circle over your clit, his tongue rubbing the bud. He throws your legs over his shoulders, and feasts.

[elixirfromthestars]

Kiss It All Better

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Your boyfriend Peter hasn't contacted you in days, but one stormy night in a dark alley would change that.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning(s): none really / fluff / sprinkles of angst / if you squint you could maybe see some hurt + comfort

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A flash of white light illuminates the narrow alleyway you are walking through. A loud rumble follows, practically shaking the concrete beneath your feet. The storm would start any second now and you would most likely get caught in it if you didn’t make it home soon. Your pace quickens as you begin to make haste. 

Getting caught in the rain would only worsen your mood. 

Your footsteps echo and bounce off the alley walls. The wet concrete smell mingles with something sour making your nose scrunch up. You hold the strap of your bag tight against your chest, a small comfort in the night. The dark clouds in the sky hide the moon from your view, causing only a few street lights to vaguely cascade their glow onto your path. The shadows cling to the brick walls around you making your surroundings more ominous than they really were. 

This was a bad idea. You know this—anyone would know this—it was common sense. You shouldn’t be walking down a New York alleyway alone at midnight. However, you had little to no choice with no cabs in sight and no rideshare vehicles available. You’d have to make the journey on foot if you wanted to make it home before the storm worsened. 

Your apartment was only a few blocks away from your job, and you already had an established route you took back and forth. It was a longer route—more scenic—and on nicer days you enjoyed strolling along it accompanied by your favorite tunes. However, on nights like this when the sky decides to descend a tempest upon the earth—you prefer to take a risk with this shortcut.

A few droplets falling on your head turn into streaks and then a pour—catching you off guard. You didn’t think the ferocity of the water would pick up so quickly. You hurried over to take refuge underneath the slight coverage of the fire escapes lining the brick wall to your right. The cold metal frame above did little to shield you as droplets fell from it onto your head. Nevertheless, this would have to do until you could determine your next move. 

You could run the rest of the way home and hope you didn’t slip in the rain—or you could give the rain a few minutes to die down and then run—the idea of waiting brought an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You dreaded having to be out here longer than you needed to be. 

Would it really be safer to run though?

As much as you didn’t want to wait you decided it would be better than falling face-first into a grimy puddle. You shifted on your feet, the soles of your shoes squeaking against the pavement, your body shivering as the water soaked through your thin jacket. Each second seemingly stretches out endlessly as you watch the rain crash and splatter against the ground. 

You took out your phone to check the weather app. Your hand resting perpendicular to your forehead as a makeshift shield to protect your phone from the rain. Droplets still fell on your phone anyway and with the way the water clung to your hair and eyelashes—your vision was more than obstructed. 

So much so that you didn’t notice when a shadow loomed over you. 

“Hey beautiful,” a voice directly next to your left spoke, startling you. A gasp left your lips as fast as your heart sped up. You jump back from the source of the voice, creating as much distance as you can without slipping into the full force of the storm. You turn to see who it belongs to, your phone tightly gripped in your hand. 

When your eyes met the white ones on the red mask, your body immediately relaxed from its frozen state. A breath of relief escaping you that sounded more like a choked laugh. 

“Baby, I swear I didn’t mean to scare you!” Peter sounded apologetic while laughing all the same at your reaction. He was hanging upside down by a thick string of web when he lowered down to be at eye level with you. Small streams of water cascade down his superhero suit, pooling at your feet. 

You scoff still a little shaken, “You thought sneaking up on me wasn’t going to scare me?” You put your phone back in the pocket of your jacket, hand on your hip as you try to follow your boyfriend’s logic.

You can’t see Peter’s face, but you know him well enough to know the awkward boyish grin he must be dawning under that mask. “Well…I didn’t think it would scare you that much…” his tone was sheepish and yet just as you assumed, you could see the outline of his smile through the mask.

You look at him shaking your head, playfully rolling your eyes. Whatever annoyance you felt melted away at his presence. Your heart now beating at its normal rhythm. However, his presence also reminded you of his absence this week. Peter hadn’t contacted you in days, and while you were doing your best to be understanding, it still hurt. 

“Nice of you to drop by. Haven’t spoken to you in like,” you count the days on your hand to emphasize the number,“five days. Seems you forgot all about me,” you cross your arms, a resentful look overtaking your features.  

Peter scratches the back of his neck, stumbling over his words. He almost loses balance, his left hand quickly returning to where it was before, holding onto the web with both hands. You frown, unsure as to why he needs both hands to keep steady. Worry overcomes you when the thought of him being in a fight before he caught you here crosses your mind. 

“About that. . . I’m really sorry, Y/n. I promise I didn’t mean to disappear like that without warning. The city’s been hectic all week! Criminals are popping up left and right and I’ve been tracking down this mobster ring—it’s been too much to handle. I couldn’t keep up. And I–” he stops himself to get a good look at you, “I’ve missed you so much,” Peter finishes off his remorseful rambling with a sincere statement. 

He has missed you. More than you’ll ever know. He’s barely eaten, slept, or cared for himself. Neglecting his own needs to make sure the city was safe. Because to him as long as the city was safe so were you—and that meant the world to him. Yet, in keeping his attention on the city he lost sight of where he wanted to be the most—with you. 

The sentiment was mutual. While the city needed Spiderman, you needed Peter. 

Even though he does his best to hide it, you pick up the tiredness in his voice. The way even upside down you can see how his shoulders sag, his overall posture droopy. You notice the way he slowly sways where he hangs, not making much effort to stay in place. You assume he’s done little to take care of himself these past few days. That combined with potentially getting into some sort of tussle moments before arriving—it’s no wonder he struggled earlier to keep his balance with one arm. 

Your gaze softens, stepping closer to him, the rain long forgotten. “ I get it, Peter. I do. I’ve missed you too. You know I’ll never hold being Spiderman against you, but you need to talk to me. Keep me in the loop. Let me know you're okay. I was upset you hadn’t contacted me, but more than anything I was worried. I was afraid something had happened to you,” you say your voice laced with concern. In his absence, you constantly checked news channels to make sure no one had reported Spiderman getting severely injured or worse. 

You avoided all week thinking about the worst-case scenarios.  

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I promise never to do it again. I know I have to get better at communicating. I just don’t like worrying you. All week I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was on my way to your place when I saw you here in the rain. You really shouldn’t be walking alone at this hour,” Peter’s tone goes from repentant to firm by the end. Hating the thought of you putting yourself in a risky situation. 

You gave him a look as if to say now is not the time to be scolding me. He sighs, reluctantly conceding in hopes of bringing this conversation up at a later time. Right now he wants to do anything to make it up to you. Anything that could sweeten up his apology. 

“I know I messed up, but I think I know something that could make this all better,” he says an idea popping into his head. 

“What?”

“How about a kiss?”

You laugh softly at his suggestion, not being able to stay mad at him for long.“I think that could help. Although, I’ve never kissed someone while they were upside down before,” you mention with amusement. Tilting your head to look at him sideways. You wonder how he’s able to stay like that for so long without getting dizzy.

“Well now’s your chance, baby. I’ll need a little help with the mask though,” he says as you close the distance between you. You happily oblige his request, lowering the mask off of his face. A fond smile appears on your face when your eyes meet his brown ones. The warmth and color inviting you in like a hot cup of coffee—a solace you sought in the cold rain. They pull you in until your lips meet his, your hands holding his face gently.

You both melt into the kiss. Rain droplets joining in, but neither of you mind. In this moment it's solely you two and the feelings for one another catching up after days of longing. How either of you could have gone so long without this—without each other—neither of you knew. 

Maybe five days isn’t long for others, but because Peter risks his life on a daily basis, every moment spent with him means the world to you. 

You pull away to catch your breath, “I think that definitely helped,” you say softly. Peter beams at you, swinging his body so that in a swift motion he’s gone from his upside-down position to upright—standing before you. He reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. Holding you close and planting a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I love you so much. I promise to fully make it up to you,” he says in a loving tone. You shake your head lightly, “Peter, having you here is enough. You really don’t have to–” he doesn’t let you finish. “Maybe I don’t have to, but I want to. Let’s get you home and into some dry clothes. I’m staying with you tonight. I want to hold you all night and in the morning I’ll make you breakfast in bed,” he proposes in soft whispers as his forehead rests against yours. 

“You know I can’t say no to that.”

“Good. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway.” 

Your laughter mixes with his own at his playful tone. He holds you more securely against him as he prepares to take you both back to your apartment. You weren’t keen on swinging across the sky like he was—especially in this weather—but knowing you would soon be cuddled under warm covers with him would make it all worth it. 

You would weather any storm for him, as he would for you—always.

[meazalykov]

baby pink

sydney lohmann x reader

apart of the baby pink series

after winning against aston villa, your excitement couldn’t be contained. 

as a center-back defender, scoring a golozo at arsenal had your team and the crowd blown in joy. 

winning mvp for the match made you feel appreciated as well. this is your third season at arsenal and you've gotten this quite a lot, but your gratitude still shows.

as you're heading into the locker rooms, you look down at the pastel pink and baby blue kit over your body, the colors making you smile. baby pink and baby blue were your two favorite colors. so, having a kit in those colors– made exclusively for the women’s team too– made you happy. 

after tonight, you’ll fly to germany  to visit your girlfriend sydney lohmann, who plays at bayern munich. your three-year anniversary was coming up and nothing could ruin your happy mood about it, not even the yellow card you received in the match. 

after the match, exhausted but happy from the win, you scroll through the photos taken during the game by arsenal’s photographers. usually, they will send the photos in a big digital file. 

one photo in the pink and blue kit made you look like a star. you were– but you wanted to post and highlight that picture immediately. 

(pretend that you're in the picture in replacement of emily fox)

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n the love of my life (this kit) 🩵🩷

comments

sydneylohmann so what am I.. chopped liver?

stanwaygeorgia HAHHAHA

laurafreigang ya

wosofan783 sydney you're still the love of my life dw ☺️

sydneylohmann I will ignore that caption

laurafreigang wow sydney turned into a football kit?

buehlklara yes.

gunnerwillamso32927 nobody is ruining y/n's love for pink

woso.com THE CAPTION BYE

fcbfrauenluvrr come to Munich ❤️

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you giggled at all of the comments between you, your german friends, and your girlfriend. you miss sydney all of the time and can't wait to be with her.

there is a flower boutique down the street from your apartment, almost every week you'll receive a delivery of a bouquet of flowers. all from sydney-- and all pink.

sydney leaves the sweetest notes all of the time. you're grateful that your girlfriend makes an effort to show you how much she loves you from thousands of miles away.

you're enjoying the rest of your time at arsenal, since this is your last season. all of your fans don't know it yet, but some are suspecting that you'll join sydney in munich next year-- since there is no updates on a contract renewal with arsenal.

the next morning, you woke up to a knock at your door.

you groaned as you quickly rubbed your eyes and put your pink slippers on. walking out of the bedroom, you walked into the hallway into your living room to open up the front door.

the first guess of who could be at your door was caitlin and katie, who lived in the same apartment complex as you. sometimes, they come and eat breakfast with you because of how lonely you can get.

sometimes it feels like everyone on the team has a companion or partner, which leaves you feeling left out sometimes. luckily, you won't have to feel fomo for much longer with bayern's offer for you to join their club. thanks to references from sydney and georgia.

"hey cai-" your voice cut off when you saw a familiar face at the door.

a woman, early to mid 40s, named josie worked down at the flower boutique down from your apartment complex. she is a face you see every week at your door-- holding a huge pink bouquet.

"goodmorning josie." you smile as you, softly, take the bouquet of flowers out of her hands.

your hair was messy, considering that you gotten out of bed. however, josie has seen you looking worse during mornings where you're sick or tired from games the nights before.

"goodmorning, sydney got these for you." Josie smiled.

"yeah-- these are beautiful *sniff* and smell great too." you took a smell of the flowers. sydney got you pink flowers all of the time, just as you sent her red bouquets to her house in munich, but she changes the flowers up.

josie nodded and smiled at your observation of the flowers.

"i'm going to the airport soon to see her too-- so I'm surprised she sent me these." you commented.

"you shouldn't be-- its tuesday. have safe travels." josie says, smiling before walking away from your door.

sydney did send you your flowers every tuesday, which josie is right about.

you placed the flowers inside of a pink vase before pulling out the note card in the middle of the flowers.

"can't wait to see you later, honigbiene

-syd <3"

<3

[hitomisuzuya]

Yandere! Kunikuzushi NSFW Headcanons. College AU. Obsessive behavior. What the heck do I even call this one? Um, Kuni being dirty with a video camera. Masturbation.

a/n: This was a topic of conversation between me and @xxventiswindblumexx during an insomnia fit we both at like 3am-ish? I decided to run with it a little bit. Enjoy❤️

Kunikuzushi could almost always be seen with a video camera in his hands.

Life was just too tangible a concept for him, so he made it his mission to record simple things happening around him, like the leaves blowing across campus in the wind or the clouds in the sky. Little moments of beauty needed to be forever recorded because so many people miss them.

It was just an innocent hobby at first.

Until it became an obsessive fixation.

Or more like you became his fixation.

Kunikuzushi was filming a robin flying up into a tree when he heard your voice. It sounded like a melodic pitch in his ears. Pleasant and soothing.

He naturally has to find to find the source of the sound.

Which was when you can into view on the recording screen of his video camera.

You were walking with your friend across campus, commenting on the weather.

"It's gonna rain again soon."

Kunikuzushi had never heard such a common praise sound so beautiful. It made his cheeks flush, and his heart fluttered and tightened in his chest.

He listened, watching you with rapt attention for you to say anything else. His heart fell when you didn't.

At least it did until you saw him, and smiled a little, waving in greeting as you passed him.

You'd noticed him. That made him shiver.

So he in turn noticed you.

Over and over again.

Kunikuzushi's eyes would constantly be combing the campus for you, disguising his behavior as just something he was always doing, recording little things like the nerd he was.

He memorized every route you took around campus, following you back to your dorm, ducking and sneaking around trees and buildings, never staying too far away from you, but always so he was out of your sight.

Kunikuzushi had the power of the zoom feature on his camera. He could always bring you into a view as much as he wanted from a distance.

He was content with just recording you going about your daily life until the day it turned into something else.

He was sitting in a secluded section of the library, reviewing the footage he had just recorded of you.

You'd stopped in mid step to look up at the rain clouds in the sky. A gentle gust of wind ruffled your hair, making your scent waft into his nose. It was a scent his nose had already committed to memory. The scent of fresh apples.

However, he'd been so fixated on the way your hair looked sliding through your fingers as you tucked it behind your hair that he'd missed something else entirely.

The wind has caught under your skirt a little, revealing a little more of your thigh that one would normally see.

Drool practically pooled at the corner of his mouth instantly.

Kunikuzushi's heart fluttered in his chest differently then, when he saw that two seconds of forbidden flesh.

Had anyone else seen it?

Or was it a moment gifted just for him?

His fingers were starting to itch when suddenly

"Hey there, Kuni, whatcha doing?"

Your voice shattered the hazy cloud of static lust was clouding his brain.

"I...I was just fixing my camera. It was out of focus." He stammered. Had you seen what he was looking at?

"Oh? Well, try and bring me into focus, then. I mean, you need a subject after all so.."

More like a muse.

"Well, is it working?" He could hear you sounded nervous. He did a long pan up on your body at just the right moment. You fidgeted nervous, putting your arms behind your back and looking away, biting your lower lip as your shifted your weight, making your skirt sway slightly against your thighs.

Those thighs his fingers itched to touch, squeeze and caress.

Did you even have any idea the profound effect you were having on his with such an innocent movement?

Movement made just for him.

His fixation morphed into obsession in that moment.

To you, it was just an innocent action done out of being nervous about being recorded. He knew you probably felt self conscious.

But for him, it was a sinful treat. One for him to look back at one later that night, stroking his cock and whining as cum stuck to his fingers, wiping drool of his mouth.

Kunikuzushi remembered how good it felt to finally feel his fingers dug into your thighs, prying them apart as he pushed you up against the wall, hidden from sight behind rows of book shelves.

"I'm sorry," He panted, soft and desperate in your ear, barely being able to set up his video camera on the shelf when he could record everything at the perfect angle. "I have to feel your thighs. My fingers itch so badly.." he babbled, shaking as he waited for you to slap him away.

You took his hand and put it up your skirt against your thigh, making him moan as his fingers brushed and groped around. Maybe you had been thinking about the incredibly pretty boy always recording you.

Kunikuzushi felt his fingers brush against something damp. He moaned when he realized that you were wet.

His fingers instantly reached to rub against your panties, making him pant as he felt himself getting hard.

The way your mouth looked when you let out your own sighs of pleasure gave him another idea. He'd always thought about how pretty your mouth would look taking his cock into it.

He gave your clit some extra rubs for incentive.

"Please, I'm so hard..can you help me?"

You blink and smiled, licking your lips in a way that made him nearly lose it.

"Is this angle okay, Kuni?" You asked, dropping down onto your knees and looking up at him, your hand palming his erection as he undid his belt.

Kunikuzushi threw his back when he felt your tongue connect with his cock.

Even the wet slurping noises your mouth made as you sucked, bobbing your head turned him on. He couldn't stand the pace you'd set. It was too agonizingly slow.

Kunikuzushi grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing his cock all the way into your mouth, groaning when he felt your gag around his cock. Then he asked for that extra sinful view, all for him to see and record.

Seeing and recording was even better to him now than just simple observation.

"Touch yourself, and let me lick your fingers after I cum, pretty please. Just a little taste," He babbled, fucking himself into your throat.

Drool dribbled out to pool between your breasts as he watched you adjust yourself as push your panties aside, burying them inside your cunt, bucking into them as you moaned, making him cum in your mouth.

Kunikuzushi couldn't pull you to your feet fast enough to grab your wrist and suck your fingers into his mouth.

You became his new favorite taste. His perfect sinful taste.

The only thing he wanted to taste.

[dellalyra]

all i can think of is geto who loves somnophilia 🤤 he'll take you from the side too 😩❤️

A/N: stop no now I love geto but like this. This got me. This made me feel some shit like imagine how pretty he’d be FUCK

CW: filthy, mdni, somnophilia, degradation, all consented to prior, creampie, soft geto

Morning Glory 𓇬 Geto Suguru x Reader

The late morning sun broke the soft lull of Suguru’s slumber, flooding the room with pretty golden light. He didn’t dare open his eyes just yet – the warmth in the room and the heat of your body creeping across the sheets were far too comforting to break just yet. Reaching his arm out to grab you, he felt you far across the sheets (too far, for his liking). Opening his eyes, he’s greeted with the sight of an angel. Your naked form is draped in your white sheet, soft cotton adhering to the curves of your body just before stopping mi-thigh. He’s never been more thankful for the heat of high summer.

Your skin seemed to glow in the sunlight and your hair splashed across the white pillows flooded him with awe at the realisation that such beautiful things exist.

Awe wasn’t the only thing that flooded him, however. His usual morning wood had stirred into something more aggressive at the sight of your back and that gorgeous arch formed by the way you lay on your stomach. He moved a little closer to you, observing how you were still in a very deep sleep and ran his hand down the slope of your back and clutched the globes of your ass in his hands – you were so soft and pliant, exacerbated only by your sleeping state. He groaned, pushing his hips against your ass, revelling in the friction the movement gave him. He continued rolling his hips against you, feeling his cock grow to the full mast before he gently pulled the sheet away from your body. The squishy fat of your thighs easily gave way to two spit-coated long fingers as he began to trace your outer lips – just exploring and feeling every inch of you. Your body twitched slightly as he ran a finger over your taut bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs and he continued tracing soft circles to see if you would wake up – he couldn’t interrupt his precious girl’s beauty sleep now, could he?

He felt a little pool of wetness begin to form at your entrance and flicked a finger through it, popping the finger into his mouth for just a little taste of your sweetness. The taste had him unintentionally bucking his hips against your thighs and with that, he moved his hand back to your bouncy thighs before slipping a finger into your slick little hole. He curled it just how you like it and began to gently push it in and out until he felt you could take another – continuing his ministrations and scissoring your walls to accommodate his painfully hard length.

Seeing you so perfect, so obedient and malleable always drove him to insanity. You had discussed many times before whether or not this was okay – whether you were okay with him fucking you in your sleep and your response echoed in his mind to this day.

“I’m yours to fuck whenever however you want ‘Guru. Just use me.” You said back then as you licked a stripe up the side of his throat.

Once he could hear little sleepy breathes heaving from your mouth and your slick was dripping down his fingers, he turns you oh-so-gently onto your side so your back was flush with his chest, ass nestled against his hips as he hissed with the sudden pressure applied to his cock.

He takes himself in his hand and spreads your legs slightly, a brief view of your pretty little cunt before he lines himself up with your entrance and slides in with so much he can’t help the heavy sigh that escapees his mouth. He thinks you’re about to wake up when you stir slightly and whimper at the stretch – but you quickly seem to return to your cosy slumber. Snaking one arm around your waist, and holding your hips flush to him with another he begins to slowly pump himself into you, wet sloppy sounds getting more lewd with every movement.

“So fuckin’ wet, Jesus. What a whore.” He growls to no one. So perfect for him, wet even in your sleep – taking him so well like his pretty little cockslut should.

He feels your walls clenching around him and he knows your growing close from the friction against that delightful spot his tip is repeatedly hitting and the little circles he’s tracing around your clit.

He picks up the pace, chasing both your highs and using you just how you asked him to.

With one particularly sharp thrust, a gasp escapes your lips as your eyes flutter open – disoriented by the mixture of sleep and overwhelming pleasure. You whine involuntarily and he notices your open eyes.

“Shh, doll. I got you. Being such a good whore for me. Perfect little cocksleeve.”

Your body shudders as you draw closer to your peak.

“What do you say to me, doll?” He whispers, voice gravelly into your ear.

“Thank you, ‘Guru.” You know what he wants, you know your place.

“Atta girl.” He replies, immediately picking up the pace, and hiking your knee to rest over his hip which made everything feel so much deeper you immediately clenched down on his cock and came, shuddering and gasping through a full-body orgasm. The feeling of his pretty girl fluttering and the cute little noises you made Geto’s balls tighten and hips stutter, flooding your insides with ropes and ropes of warm cum. He rides out both your orgasms, stroking your tummy and massaging your hips, pressing soft kisses to the tender spot behind your ear.

You flip over, and there’s your love. Face flushed from sex; raven silky hair looking like a halo around his head on your white sheet. The signature languid smirk on his face matched the sleepy droop of his eyes and you’ve never felt more jealous of people who could paint – because truly this was a masterpiece of beauty beside you. Relaxed, easy beauty.

“Morning, ‘Guru.” You giggle.

“Mornin’, doll.” He replies, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose and curling you into his chest.

All mornings should start like this.

[seodami]

Attention | CSN

Genre: fluff, a bit suggestive

Warning: Sans crazy duality

Pairing: idol!Choi San x flustered reader (gn)

Note: Choi San has literally put me in a spell and I don’t know how- I saw his cyberpunk stage and the video below and I just hdhdudbdldidjk … yes. This is we’re this story was born so enjoy and a good recommendation would be to listen to Collide by Justine Skye and Tyga!

„Y/nnn…“ San almost whined out your name, his body loosely sprawled over you, head in your lap, as you were sitting in his bed while reading an important book for your exam next week. You thought coming over to Sans would help you to finally get yourself together and read this book, you had pushed to the back of your mind for the whole last month. However, you didn’t calculate your boyfriends neediness and requirement of 100% of your attention.

„Play with me? Or just talk? We could also order something and watch a movie, I-„ your eyes momentarily left your page with a sigh, meeting his big shiny ones. God, it was hard staying focused when he looked at you like that - like you were his whole universe. Your hand found Sans soft cheek, patting it with care. You sent him an apologetic look. „Baby, you know I can’t do that right know, no matter how much I want to. It’s only half the book left and then we can do something.“ you tried to argue, eyes staying a little longer than they should, tracing his godshapen face. The pout on his lips really pulling on your fragile heart strings.

„Don’t give me that look, San.“ you sighed once again, finally tearing your eyes away to continue reading. „Is the book that much more interesting than me?“ he murmured, head moving more upward in your lap in order to get into your field of view. You demonstrantly put your book over Sans beautiful face, even though it is the hardest thing ever.

When you feel his fingers trailing it’s way under your shirt on your back, you tried to ignore it. Yet, you had to reread the same line for almost the 10th time to understand it. God, he always did that to get your attention, why did you think in the first place that you could read around this devilish boy?

However, when he started placing small kisses on your belly, you strongly shut the book with a loud noice, giving San a warning look. The boy flinched slightly at the sound, looking up with innocent eyes. Even though guilt bubbled up inside you, you couldn’t dodge your morals and ideals. „San…“ you whispered sternly now, making him pull away with a disappointed sigh. He didn’t look at you, when he got up from the bed muttering a quite ‚I’ll see what’s in the fridge‘.

You stared at the shut door for a few more seconds, almost regretting being so harsh on him. You knew all he wanted was to be together in your shared time, using your shared scarce time to its fullest. But this was important to you. You couldn’t fail this exam, you just couldn’t. So with heavy heart, you continued reading, still not quite 100% with your mind on the matter.

You didn’t know how long you were reading alone in Sans dimmed bedroom or how many times you switched positions to get more comfortable. But when you heard Wooyoungs hysteric highpitched laugh from somewhere in the flat, you got reminded of where exactly you were again. You already missed having your boyfriends presence around you, having his face nuzzled on your tummy, smelling his freshly shampooed hair.

A while later, you heard the quiet squeaking of the door, light peaking in from the hallway. You were too lazy to move as you just had a few more chapters to read, being sprawled on your tummy flat across the sheets. „Sanie…“ you mumbled exhausted, discarding the book opened on the nightstand. You heard his soft voice hum in response, closing your eyes momentarily for a rest. „Can you give me a massage? I’m dying!“ you whined overdramatically, waiting for his touch.

He hummed again, coming over to you, bed dipping down besides you. When he started massaging your back, you sighed in relief, totally relaxing in his touch. However, when he started massaging your shoulders, you were confused by the sensation. It felt as if he was hearing gloves. „Are you wearing gloves?“ you rotated your head slightly to get a better look at the boy above you.

And what you saw let your breath hitch, feeling your heart suddenly palpitate in a rapid manner. God he looked sexy. „W-what are you wearing?!“ your eyes roamed his bare arms over to his black cropped sleeveless top together with a leather harness. You immediately recognised the outfit to be his infamous stage outfit of cyberpunk. And you couldn’t deny the uncountable numbers of fancam you watched of his stage. This man made you literally forget how to speak.

The apparent smirk on his face told you he was enjoying this situation way too much. You flipped over, sitting slightly up to get a better look at your godlike boyfriend. Your mouth opened again, not quite trusting the random chain of words coming out of it. However he send you a dangerous look, putting his index finger teasingly to his lips, signifying for you to be quiet, immediately shutting you up. A pleased smile adorned his lips, making him look a thousand times more sexy.

You knew about his duality all too well by know. His cute adorable self most of the time being exchanged with this breathtaking version of him while performing had always been astonishing to you. But seeing him like this in private and this close up, in these clothes…your heart has proven not to be immune to his charms.

„Well look who’s quiet now…“ he teased you, standing up from his position, stretching his arms over his body. You were sweating way too hard, shamelessly staring even though you knew exactly he was reading you. When his dark eyes met yours, you pretended to look in any other direction, blushing hard. You could feel your cheeks burn when you fumbled with the book besides you, holding it in front of you to hide your embarrassingly red face.

You heard him chuckle deeply, throwing his head back in the process, hand reaching for the book to put it aside once again. You just let him do as he did. „Is my baby blushing?“ he cooed, finger underneath your chin, making eye contact with you.

„You’re so cute.“ he pressed a feathery lingering kiss on your temple. When your hands reached forward to pull him in closer, just wanting to hold him, kiss him, he dodged your grasp, smiling in the process as he tutted disapprovingly with his finger. „No y/n you need to stay focused and keep reading.“ he almost giggled, you could see it. Now it was your turn to pout. „But Sanie-“ you started but quickly got silenced by his intense stare, eyebrow quirking up.

God he was a little devil, he really was, but he was also the most gorgeous man alive. „So now I got your attention, mh?“ he tried to hide his grin. Your pout grew bigger, big sad eyes looking up at him, hands reaching out towards him. „Please?“ you whispered, desperate to have him in your arms. His facade began to crumble the moment your eyes began to glisten. Oh, he was so wrapped around your finger in the end.

With a few steps he closed the distance and let you pull him into a tight embrace, arms clasped around his chest. „You will be the literal death of me y/n.“ he mused, discarding his glove to stroke through your hair and over your cheeks, pressing a row of small kisses onto them. You slowly tried to steady your frantic heartbeat, hands grasping his bare upper arm, drawing small mindless shapes along.

„I’m sorry for earlier. I know I was too snappy.“ you mumbled into his neck, goosebumps running over Sans back when you pressed a small kiss on the spot. „It’s okay. I got my revenge now.“ he giggled, looking at your face for a moment with a content expression. Your eyes fell on his lips, letting him immediately know your next step. Still having fun teasing you, he quickly pulled away as your lips came closer to his. The confused look in your eyes made him giggle once again, mumbling a ‚just kidding‘, before pressing his plump lips onto yours.

„You know, you should wear that more often…“ you muttered absent minded while you snuggled closer into his chest, cuddling under the blanket later that evening. „Makes you look very sexy…“ you admitted way too fast. He chuckled at your comment, kissing your head, arms tightly around your frame. „Noted.“

[pandoradoesotherstuff]

4 Times Charm Almost Told Art he Loved her and the One Time he Did.

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A/N: Yessssss I'm back on the Kollok Council of the Gods bandwagon! Featuring everyone's favourite god of Charm and our (mine and @ragingdumpsterfire) OC, the goddess of Art. Art has she/they pronouns, but other than that, they have no distinguishable biology mentioned.

Also, this is sheer toothrotting fluff! 🥰

Enjoy! ❤️

Charm watches from a distance as Art excitedly shows off her newest ink. The other gods were crowded around, twisting their arm this way and that to get the best view. It was an absolute work of art like the rest of them. Like a Renaissance painting come to life on her skin, beautiful and delicate. Bold and vivacious. Their body was a canvas that Charm more than enjoyed exploring. After a minute or two, he decides it’s high time he goes over and makes his presence known. 

“They’re beautiful, Art. Like you”. He says with his usual tone of playful coyness, finally drawing attention to himself. He could practically hear the other gods roll their eyes at him. 

“Typical Charm, can’t stop himself flirting for more than 5 seconds”, Moon teases from across the crowd. Art, however, knows him better than that. It’s a sincere compliment that she secretly cherished. 

“I love…” Charm clears his throat, changing his mind quickly about what he was about to say. 

“I love them, the tattoos. Gorgeous. I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?” Charm quickly leaves as Moon chuckles from the background before being elbowed by Art.

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Charm stands as still as he can while Art works dutifully on his eye makeup, using the smallest brush to paint delicate lines and patterns around his eyes. Art had came to him practically bouncing with excitement about trying out a new eye look for him and well, he loved to be beautiful and they loved to be create, so how could he say no?

 The fine soft hairs of the brush were slightly ticklish on his skin, but he knew it was important not to move while she worked her magic. Art’s fingers felt like heaven against him. Warm and soft, slightly calloused at the pads from years of creating. It was hard for him not to smile at the cute noises of concentration they made as they worked, little ums and ahs along with partial snatches of words that made no sense to anyone but them. He longs to say those three words. It would be all too easy for them to slip right out. They fight to leave his lips, but he won’t let them. Not yet. It has to be perfect. 

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Charm pauses at the studio door when he hears the sound of hurried brushstrokes coming from inside. He knew better than to disturb Art when they were busy in their studio. He’d already had that lecture before. It made her nervous and a little unnerved when he watched her, which was a shame, he loved watching her at work. 

Charm cautiously peeks through the crack in the door, trying to get a glance at what they were working on now. It was hard to see from his restricted view, but he knew she would show it off eventually. Grabbing his hand excitedly from wherever he happened to be and hurriedly pull him along to her studio. A warmth spread in his chest as he thought about it. Everything was so new and exciting between them, he’d never experienced anything like it.      

“I know you’re there watching Charm, I can see your reflection in my water glass”. Art doesn’t so much as glance behind as she continues working with broad brush strokes.  

“How could I help myself, my dear? Who could resist watching your mastery at work?” He says in his most seductive and charming tone.

“Easily”, she shoots back playfully.

“Ah but you don’t know that I…am, uh… I’m your biggest fan. Clearly”.

“Clearly”.

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Charm sighs heavily as he finally gets home, throwing his suit jacket over the large bannister to the right. It had been a long meeting with Night, the man knew how to talk when the mood struck him. He flips on a floor lamp in the corner before heading over to the oak liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. Something stirs out of the corner of his eye, startling Charm for a second before turning to see Art fast asleep on his couch, curled up with a large crochet blanket covering them. He watches them for a moment as their eyelids flicker with deep dreams of what he hopes are the sweetest kind. Charm scoops her up, blanket and all, before carrying them as carefully as he can up the staircase and through to his bedroom. 

Art stirs a little when she gets laid down, their eyes cracking open blearily, sleep garbled words spilling out. He can’t help but find it cute. Then something causes him to freeze, his fingers poised on the top button of his shirt. For a brief second it had sounded like the words “I love you” had left their lips. He listens intently as they mutter something else and turn over in their sleep. He shakes his head with an affectionate smile before kissing their forehead and continues getting ready for bed. Those words would have to wait until they could be said in a more conscious awake state.

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The lights were dimmed in the art studio as an old record played on the gramophone tucked away in the corner, surrounded by half finished canvases and perched on numerous filled sketchbooks. They were slowly swaying to the music, just the two of them in their own little world. No responsibilities, no masks or pretences. Just Charm and Art, the only two beings in existence. 

There’s a pause before the next song starts, the room filled with comfortable silence as they still gently sway together, gazing so deeply into each other's eyes that they might get lost and never find their way out.

“You’ve enraptured me Art; mind, body and soul. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just say the word”. His words are quiet, almost afraid to break the spell between them.

“What if I only want you? What if I don’t need another single thing in this whole cosmos?” Art looks down shyly and almost a little afraid of the feelings that were finally about to come out into the open. Charm gently cups her chin to tilt her face back up towards his. 

“Then you’ve got me, till the end of time and beyond. I love you, Art.” 

[hacked-by-jake]

Jake NSFW Alphabet - New and revised version

A/n: Hey, dear detectives. As you may have heard by now, I wrote a NSFW alphabet for Jake almost two years ago. However, from today’s point of view, this is just incredibly terrible, so I wrote this here on my own behalf. Don’t worry, I won’t delete the other one, but it’s uncomfortable for me and that’s why I have this now. But don’t get too hopeful. It’s definitely better than the first one, but in my opinion it’s far from perfect. And I think, actually I don’t have to say this, I do it anyway: This is of course only my headcanon as I think it could fit to Jake. It’s not canon, not a must. You can imagine it any way you want. :) By the way, please forgive the absolutely boring headcanon at 'W', I couldn’t think of anything better at that moment. I still hope you will like it at least a little bit, sorry for any mistakes you find. If I still find something I will definitely edit it. Okay, enough talking. Thanks for listening and have fun. ❤️ -> Here you come to the first attempt. (Read it only if you don’t care about your time) xD -> I tried to write MC as sex/gender neutral as possible

Warning: Mention of smut // definitely more explicit description sometimes // strong language // light dom!Jake // choking // mentioning and using toys // masturbation // Mention of Oral (both receive & give) // If you want me to add more please let me know

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

As long as Jake can touch you, he likes everything, whether it’s talking, keeping quiet, just catching your breath and grinning. Maybe you just keep silent while you snuggle up and listen to each other’s breath, or you talk about everything. You talk about the sex, what you liked, or you just exchange words in love.

"I love you so much, so incredibly much." - "You’re so incredibly beautiful." - "Your skin feels so good." - "I’m glad to have you. You make me the happiest person in the world."

Or you just cuddle, maybe you’re silent and just enjoying your time. Maybe you turn on a movie or a series or you listen to music.

Actually, it doesn’t matter as long as you two can touch each other. Hold each other’s hand, press your bodies together and wrap your arms around the other.

But maybe you also take a relaxing shower or a bath together to be able to rest completely.

What Jake will definitely do, he’ll make sure you’re okay and everything’s fine. He will help you clean you up if necessary. Maybe one of you will get something to drink or something similar, if this is not available at the moment in the bedroom. No matter what, Jake will keep asking you if you’re okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part)

Oh, Jake loves your hands and your neck, really, he loves to feel your hands on his body. When your fingertips dance over his skin, the tingle he feels. The slight tickle that makes him breathe shakily every time and makes him intensify his actions. And he loves how your hands glide through his hair. Like your nails scratching his skin and sending light, very sweet waves of pain through his body. He loves it when your hands get caught in his hair or you, to stop or to tease him, wrap your fingers around his strands to pull them until the sweet hiss leaves his lips and he has to bend the head to your movement, so that the pain subsides a little bit. Even if he doesn’t want it at all.

And he loves your neck. Your neck is beautiful and he loves the reactions he can elicit when he kisses the right places, bites easily into your skin or sucks on your skin. He loves to feel your fast pulse on his lips whenever he touches you there. Whether he feels it through his lips or over his hands and fingers when he closes his hand around your throat and watches you as you throw your head in the neck and your eyes look at him slightly anxious and yet full of confidence and trust, while the air slowly leaves your lungs.

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

Cum is wonderful, oh so incredibly sweet, none of you have problems with it, no literally fear of contact, it’s one of the best parts of the whole. To observe the other and to see and feel the full release and to feel how the whole body tenses. The pleasurable moaning squeezed out between the lips of the partner and the thought of being the reason for this feeling is incredible. Body fluids of any form are part of it and show the pure pleasure and satisfaction. None of you care in a negative context, on the contrary, if it goes well, you can still shower together afterwards.

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

Jake’s dirty secret is definitely that he enjoys watching you without you seeing him. He loves watching you through your camera when you take a shower, for example. Every time you write him that you are going to take a shower, you yourself either places your phone so that he can watch you or he will ask if it would be okay for you. If you say no, he would absolutely understand and accept it and not do it, even if he could. But you know you can trust him, so you know he won’t do anything you don’t want.

But if you say yes, you will place the phone so that the young hacker can have a good view of you. Jake will definitely enjoy sitting in his dark room watching your hands glide over your own body without even looking at him once. How you sigh with pleasure when the warm water runs over your skin. Or how you give yourself the joy and redemption you want and need with the thought of Jake watching you in everything.

It’s also a wonderful way to tease the hacker on the nastiest tour. If he can only see your own hand disappear between your legs. How your moaning echoes through the bathroom and his name keeps falling off your lips. It’s so incredibly exciting for both of you. It’s not uncommon for Jake to suddenly standing in front of your door or if you live together suddenly behind you in the shower.

One of his dirty secrets is also a little macho, but Jake loves it when you moan loudly. So loud that it would be no wonder if the neighbors could hear you. And here comes what he calls a little macho because he loves to know that others might hear that he, the hacker, is the one who can drive you so crazy. It is not that he wants to prove anything to anyone, but it is still a bit good for his own ego to see when you can no longer control yourself and he is to blame for it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well, Jake, frankly, is not incredibly experienced. On the contrary, because Jake was always alone for many years and never allowed anyone to approach him, he did not really have many opportunities, and did not even want to gain experience. He knows what he does, and above all what he has to do, but the real experiences you can only gather together because everyone likes something different. And you do it, you gather all the experiences together, with the greatest joy. Oh, and Jake learns fast.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jake loves to look you in the face, which is the most important thing for him. No matter what position, he wants to look at you, so he can see every little emotion in your face. So he can see every little move to see how you react to what he does. He loves to look you in the eyes and forbid you to close them. He loves to watch you bite your lower lip to suppress your own sounds and how he can tell you that you should not hold back. He loves to see your eyes roll in the back of your head when you try to control all the sensations but fail.

But that’s not the only reason he loves to look you in the face. No, it’s also the best way to make sure you’re okay and everything’s fine. Whether he’s over you or you on him, his favorite position is definitely when he can see you. Fortunately, this also works if you both have a mirror available that helps you to see you during other exciting positions.

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

Oh, it can happen that you both bring humor to the whole thing. Humor is one of the most beautiful ways of communication that exist and to tease or comment on each other when the partner seems to have no patience to approach everything slowly. Even small jokes are a nice thing if it fits in the moment. Most of the time it is definitely more serious, rather more passionate, but none of you have anything against a bit of humor that boosts the whole thing.

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

Jake is absolutely not interested in that. He doesn’t care as long as you feel comfortable and satisfied in your body, he really doesn’t care. He wants you to feel good every second, especially when you trust him with your naked body. And that’s why it’s especially important to him that you do everything the way you want it, because only when you feel good, the sex feels good, too.

And Jake also has absolutely no problems with changing anything if there is something that should bother you somehow. He agrees with everything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, Jake is definitely and absolutely a passionate lover. No matter what the sex is, whether it’s just reducing a common stress or achieving your release, Jake is passionate and that with skin and hair. The most important point in sex for Jake is being close to you and enjoying a different kind of intimacy while being as close as possible. To completely merge with your body, touch every inch of your skin and be able to kiss. To absolutely admire you when you are as beautiful as you are, lying under him, pinned onto the sheets.

Above all, romance is important to him. Whispered compliments like: "You are so beautiful" - "Your eyes are my world" - "Your skin is so incredibly soft" - "You feel so good." - "I love you so much." - "I want to spend my whole life with you"

Jake is definitely a person who reveals his feelings for you at every possible second and will definitely not miss a chance to tell you and show you how incredibly much he loves you and how incredibly happy you make him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jake was never really the type for masturbation, it was rather a waste of time and annoying. He lacked time, there were better things to do, and he also lacked imagination. Of course, sometimes some things were buzzing around in his head, but none of them would have been an occasion for him to lay hands on himself. And if he did, it was more because it was necessary and not because he wanted it, but luckily that didn’t happen often.

That changed when he met MC, when suddenly things like being close to another person came back into his head. When these feelings for MC suddenly built up and he had really wished for the first time in years to talk to someone he really wanted to talk to. To have the smell of someone he wanted, to be able to hold someone’s hand, to feel warmth.

The desire to be no longer alone and to live only for oneself grew, the feelings quickly increased and the longing spread. And with the longing for love came a little bit the desire for intimacy on a sexual level back to him. It was absolutely not in the foreground but he just could not get around that small pictures appeared in his head. That he had to swallow when MC teased him through a message or just told him that they liked him.

In addition, all the stress that arose from the kidnapping of Hannah, and then his escape from the FBI. And then he fell in love with MC and everything that had not interested him for years was back.

And also the sexual tension he felt when he was in bed in his motel room at night and he thought about MC. How he suddenly had to swallow when a breath of wind brushed over his naked upper body and his head immediately imagined it could be the lips of MC kissing down his body.

The pleasure that suddenly came over him when he was in the shower to wash away all the stress of the day for a few minutes. How he suddenly imagined MC’s hands that would support them against the shower cubicle while he would lean their upper body forward to thrust into them again and again. How their skin would slam against each other and resound in the small bathroom of his motel. He couldn’t get away from imagining how they would sound while moaing his name.

All these pictures came into his head, and in the beginning he had always tried to wash them off with ice-cold water and cool himself down again. But at some point, to his shame, he could not hold back any longer and so he leaned his left arm against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall while the water ran over his head bent down and his right hand wrapped around his shaft to finally release the pressure, that had built up in him.

He felt bad about doing it without you knowing, and he felt weird about it, but damn. He had not experienced intimacy for so many years, and MC had simply created an absolute chaos in his head. He really wished he had more control, but sometimes it just didn’t work out and his head didn’t leave him alone until he imagined how he could fuck them until they would fall apart with pleasure while it was actually him, who, by his own hand, fell apart in pleasure.

Even during the relationship, Jake absolutely does not masturbate. He definitely prefers direct contact with you. Only if it should come to the point where he has to go on the run again. And then mostly only if you both are on the phone or writing messages. In your relationship he would only do it if you asked him to, and then he does it with the greatest pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jake definitely has a few things that appeal to him, especially he has a little thing for domination. Since he is used to it and needs to have everything under control and to have a plan for everything, it is the same in the bedroom. Jake definitely loves to have the upper hand. This has several reasons, even if he is not an extreme dom, so he likes to keep everything under control here and it excites him to see how much you yourself like it when he behaves like that. On the other hand, he can also make sure that you get everything you want and deserve.

He can ensure that he can fully concentrate on you and turn you into a whimpering chaos. With your arms tied over your head, your eyes blindfolded and all you have left are your feelings. Especially blinding your eyes, tying your hands and possibly even stopping your hearing through headphones are something he likes more than a bit.

Watching you fall completely apart and your senses are stopped so far that you can do nothing but feel how good he makes you feel. One thing that he particularly likes here, however, is the literally blind trust you give him. It makes him proud that you trust him with everything and know that he could never harm you in his life. It makes him incredibly happy to see that he can prove to you how much you can trust him.

Also something Jake loves is definitely orgasm control, again an act of domination. Teasing and controlling when and if you can cum and get your complete salvation is what drives him insane. To hear your whimper when you missed the chance for an orgasm again. Getting you to a point where you’re begging him to finally let you cum.

Here another of his preferences comes into the game, the praise, because also the orgasm control offers him good templates to praise you. To be honest, this preference only developed when you told him how much you like it and how adrenaline shoots through your veins when he praises you, how well you take it, how well you take him and how well you behave. Of course, also to praise you when you kneel down for him and he is the one who can just lean back. "You're doing such a good job, my love" he whispers as he strokes your cheek.

But even he himself is very fascinated by being praised by you. Tell him how well he does it, how well he makes you feel, what he makes you feel, praise him and he will do anything you want to get more.

There are definitely a few things he likes and he is also very interested in breath play. And he doesn’t care if he’s the one who cares about you or if you’re the person whose hand wraps around his throat and prevents him from breathing.

Because even if Jake is more the dominant part, he enjoys from time to time being the more submissive part who lets himself completely go and gives all control to you. Because always having everything under control is also exhausting for him, which is why he sometimes enjoys the benefits of giving himself to you and letting you do all what he normally does. Even if breath play does not necessarily have to be part of being more dom or sub. Because Jake also loves it when you choke him while he’s the one who gets the upper hand. When your legs are wrapped around his hips, heavy breath escapes between his lips as he thrusts into you at a rough pace and your hand then wanders up to wrap it around his throat.

And as mentioned above, Jake also has a little thing for watching, he loves watching you. Whether through your camera, or whether you lie in front of him on the bed while touching yourself and moaning his name while he stands opposite on the wall and only observes you while his own lust rises into the immeasurable. Or whether you are sitting on his desk in front of him, where his keyboard still was actually a few moments ago. Your feet are placed on the armrests of his chair as he watches every inch of you, your hand gets caught in his hair, and he always has the opportunity to step in and bring you to your orgasm with his tongue and mouth.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The preferred place is definitely the bedroom on the bed. There are simply most and convenient options that do not have to be thought about much. Also, the bedroom is best lined with options, such as the small snap hook that is attached to the wall, should it come to the use of handcuffs. So quite often.

But other places are also really interesting, of course the bathroom, whether in the shower or in the bathtub. Even if the bathtub always leaves behind a lot of strenuous work, it is worth too much and makes too much fun.

But the kitchen counter is also an interesting place to let your passion run wild. Whether you’re sitting on the surface, the young hacker can perfectly place himself between your legs as you wrap your legs around his body. Or your upper body bent over until your skin hits the cold surface and your hands claw into the edge of the counter.

Or Jake, with pants pulled down a bit, his naked ass touching the surface while you go down on him and his head falls back against the kitchen cabinet on the wall while he completely indulges into the feeling of the warmth of your tongue on his burning skin.

Well, and what’s also a pretty exciting place for especially the hacker is: his study. Whether on his desk or on his chair. In the darkness of the room lit only by the neon lights of its computer parts, there is a special atmosphere when he interrupts your passionate kiss to pull your tshirt over your head to expose your bare chest to kiss this place only a few seconds later and to let his tongue snap against your nipple before letting his hand run down your body.

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

Oh, there are a lot of things here, it especially turnes him on when you wear his clothes. If you come out of the bathroom after showering with wet hair and nothing more than a slip and one of his shirts or hoodies to join him on the couch or lie down with him in bed.

Or if you just walk around the apartment, after showering, after getting up, before going to bed. And all that really covers your body is one of his clothes.

What Jake also finds incredibly hot is if you’re interested in his work. If you are interested in his projects, ask about it, and let him explain to you what he does exactly, how it works and if it is difficult or if he can teach you sometime. The thing that turnes him one the most is your real interest. That you really care and listen to him when he explains it to you. And he also likes it incredible when you ask a question that makes less sense in his eyes or is a bit… naive. There’s no denying that Jake has a thing for explaining things to you.

He also finds it incredibly hot when you are angry. No, not necessarily while you two have a discussion or a fight, well, actually he finds you really hot in that moments but he tries to ignore it because he does not want to ignore important topics between you two. Although you both have absolutely no problem with reconciliation sex. Jake finds it rather hot when you stand up for things or for yourself. When you get into a fight with another person on the street for some reason and say your opinion clearly and clearly without mincing words.

Which is also turn on for Jake, although it’s rather a small thing when you call him 'my boyfriend'. No matter when, but once you say 'my boyfriend', a firework explodes in his whole body. For one, he’s so incredibly proud of being your boyfriend. On the other hand, it shows people directly that you are in a relationship and others have no chance, and that without Jake having to react somehow jealous and possessive, although it would not be necessary at all.

It is also an incredible turn on for Jake when you take his hand and lead his hand in places where you want to feel his touches. If you direct his hand, he will completely lose his mind.

And otherwise it is the very classic things that keep the hacker going. Neck kisses. Oh, if you kiss his neck, your hot breath bounces against his skin, already there he has to hold back extremely, not just to push you against the next wall and fuck you until you scream his name. But even if you whisper things in his ear, it doesn’t really matter what. You could read him the electricity bill and he would have a hard time to control himself. Your whisper will immediately send small flashes of pleasure through his body and he will have to hold back from moaning about it.

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

Jake would never be able to really hurt you, sometimes a slap, even a harder one, choking or biting. Scratching your back or getting a rough grip is not a problem, but it would never risk hurting you. Even if you asked him for certain things that might hurt you, Jake probably wouldn’t be able to, because he would only blame himself afterwards and be afraid that he seriously hurt you. He would try anything to accommodate your wishes and fulfill them but really hurt you, but he’d never be able to handle hurting you.

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

Jake definitely enjoys both. He loves to receive, to lean back and admire your beauty as you take his last breath away when you look up to him with your wonderful eyes to make sure he likes what you’re doing with your mouth.

But Jake still prefers to give. It just makes him incredibly proud and content to watch you fall through his hand and mouth completely on the bed sheet or his desk chair while he rushes after your release or uses every opportunity to tease you. He also loves how your hands claw into his hair or how you bite your hand trying not to let the whole house know how good he makes you feel.

He mainly loves taking care of you, which is one of the things he enjoys the most.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

All of it, at the right time and at the right moment. Most of the time, Jake is more the type for slower but rough thrusts that make you moan every time and make you claw your hands into the bed sheet and roll your eyes back.

Of course, there are moments when you both prefer fast and rough sex. Listening to the sound of your bodies rocking against each other and your moans mixing so that you are no longer sure which moan comes from whom.

And then of course there is the sex that is slow and passionate. Where it’s all about feeling every millimeter of the other and focusing only on your emotions, the warmth and reactions of the other. When you are tightly pressed against each other, your legs are knotted, holding each other's hands. Jake’s forehead leaned against yours and you look deep into each others eyes as you keep telling how much you love each other.

Most of the time a mixture of both is the perfect way for you. A mixture of rough and slow sex alternating to really experience everything and to enjoy it.

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

Oh, Jake definitely prefers to take time for everything. Nevertheless, a quickie can be a really interesting and exciting thing and a nice little distraction that you both enjoy sometimes very much.

Above all, Jake has a thing for quickies, just before you two or just you or just him, need to leave the house. Especially in the evening when a visit with the group at the Aurora is waiting or you go out for dinner at the black swan or just in a club. If you also wear beautiful evening or party attire that play around your body perfectly and flatter you. Especially then it can happen that you both need to stay for a short moment longer to reduce a little pressure and tension.

And he can’t deny that a certain part of his interest comes from the fact that it calms him a little bit, knowing what he did to you before you left, for example, if someone talks or looks at you for too long. He likes to remember that he is the one who has the honor of being close to you, because for him it is definitely an honor. In his eyes, it is an honor to be close to you, and then as close as no other.

To put it like it is: part of him is reassured to know that he is the one you allowed to fuck you and no one else. Yes, once again a little macho and possessive, but he can’t change it. Seeing someone clearly showing interest in you makes him nervous. But when his name, groaned by you, circles through his head, he is a little calmer.

But even in everyday life quickies can be a nice variety.

Especially if you interrupt Jake’s work to clean up his desk for a moment. Jake always recommends taking a short break so that you both don’t overwork.

Cooking together can also drag on. Or it ends with the fact that you have to order food at the end because it has not only remained with a small interruption or break.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh, you both find experiments very interesting and like to talk about things that interest you both. And if both agree, also to try them out to a degree until one of you says it’s enough. You are willing to experiment but only so far that your partner is satisfied with it and can also imagine it. So you could already find some things that you both don’t like so much and now know that these are not to be done. It definitely improves the overall experience and limits to the things you both really like.

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

Well, it always depends. You might not get sleep a whole night because you can’t keep your hands off each other. There are actually no special things to mention here. Most of the time, you absolutely can’t complain, especially because you have your tactics to delay the whole thing as long as you can if you don’t want to stop. Whether you just take a break to just share kisses and touch every inch of each other’s skin. This will give you small breaks in which you can catch your breath and recover without letting go of each other.

But there are also days when you have teased Jake for a whole day and you only get the opportunity to be close in the evening or at night. When Jake’s been trying all day not to ambush you, then it may well be that it’s a quick round in which Jake will make sure that you both still get your money's worth and he can pay you back a little bit of it, what you did to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, a few classics definitely, handcuffs, a few different vibrators, a particularly comfortable and beautiful blindfold. And also some light ropes can be found in your drawers. You really wanted to try it out together and you both liked it. Toys are now and then a really nice change and a small plus during sex that can additionally stimulate in completely different ways. Handcuffs, blindfolds, ropes and the vibrator are used by both of you.

Especially Jake enjoys it when you have your hand wrapped around his cock, in addition to feeling the vibration of the vibrator you also still hold in your hand.

But most of all, Jake enjoys using the vibrators on you and seeing you turn into a total mess while he can decide if you can cum or not.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You might say you invented the word "tease". There is almost nothing better than teasing the partner in all possible ways until they can hardly hold their temper, begs and crys for more.

Teasing is a big thing in your relationship that both enjoy incredibly much, no matter where, no matter when, you are constantly teasing each other. Whether you’re just whispering things into each other’s ears, secretly sending messages over the phone even though you’re right next to each other. Whether you move specially chosen around all day, or choose your clothes with the inention to send the young hacker through a hard time.

Jake is also more likely to use words and touch, a soft breath near your ear. Stroking and pressing your thighs in the car, or hidden from other eyes under the table.

Light and short touches while passing by, where his hand, quite accidentally, touches your ass. If he "has to" squeeze past you because "there’s not enough space", and that's why he needs to press his crotch against your ass. Of course without intention. "Oh, pardon" he whispers in your ear and when you turn to him he disappears with a wink in your direction.

Whether he slips with his hand under your top for a few seconds to let his fingers slide over your skin and the touch that only feels like a breeze, causes goose bumps all over your body.

But even during sex teasing is one of your favorite things. Denying each other the touch, whispering teasing things in the ear that kill the other in tension, slight provocations, touches that tickle. Or yes, the denial of orgasm, the too slow touching of body parts. Stopping after a moaned "more" or "faster" leaves your lips.

You both enjoy all these things very much and it sometimes almost develops into a kind of competition and everyone pays the other the torments of the day back.

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

To your delight, Jake is definitely a man who is not afraid to show his feelings and especially during sex to show you that he likes it. Which means that Jake has no problem letting out an un-suppressed moan, which also makes you incredibly happy and reassured and takes away one or two uncertainties about whether he really likes it and whether he wants it at all.

Also otherwise Jake is definitely not someone who shows his pleasure only when he already cums. Growling, gasping, whining and sighing, moaning and of course whispering. Jake will make sure he shows you how much he likes what you are doing or what feelings he has without pretending something that is not. Just the pure and honest emotions.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Since, as mentioned above, sexuality, intimacy, and love played absolutely no role in the hacker’s life some time ago, at the beginning of your relationship he was still pretty nervous about everything he did.

He searched a lot on the Internet, read articles, mostly scientific. Tried to learn a lot about anatomy to find points to turn to when it really comes to intimacy between you two.

Jake even made a movie night alone in which he watched all the parts 50 shades of grey to collect a little information and experience.

In the end, he was quite disappointed and had the hope that reality would not look like in the movies.

That was all during his time on the run from the FBI.

Fortunately for him, his hopes were answered, and the first time he really stand in front of you and felt your lips on his, everything he 'learned' didn’t matter anymore. Even if it wasn’t absolutely perfect, you had to get to know each other and each other’s bodies first, everything went by itself. Like you two were made for each other.

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

What is going on under the clothes you both absolutely do not care about. Jake finds you absolutely hot no matter what you look like or not. He loves you with all his heart and for him you are the most beautiful and hottest person in the world. You could stand in front of him covered with mud, dressed in an old sack, your sight would kill him.

And as for you, you can complain absolutely and in no case. And you never would, because you’re the same as Jake, you don’t care what it looks like under the clothes. This is only the smallest point of the intimacy that you two share together.

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

Oh, it’s definitely not the most important thing in your relationship, absolutely not. But let’s be honest, if you like sex, it’s a wonderful thing. And since you both see it this way, it can happen more often that you get as close as possible. You both just enjoy it incredibly much and your attraction is so strong that you love to have sex.

You may not have sex every day, but more often during the week. But you don’t always have to have sex, only oral satisfaction can definitely be enough and be what appeals to you the most.

But you both like to have sex with each other, which is why you live it out. But it’s only the cherry on the cream cake.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes you can fall asleep quickly, but it always depends on whether you want to. Sometimes, when you snuggle up, placed your head on Jake’s chest, and you’ve knotted your legs together, then it can happen that the quiet atmosphere draws you to the land of dreams.

Most of the time, however, you are still awake for a moment, talking, enjoying your time and making sure your partner is okay.

Masterlist

[dat-bruv-person]

really down bad for those black-haired mfs like korekiyo, yaomomo, lucifer, inverted!bakugou and todoroki- so please may you come up with something please and thank you~

.[✿]. black-haired beauty

a/n: inverted!todoroki, yaomomo and inverted!bakugou are beauties already ugh 😫

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <33

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Korekiyo doesn't let you touch his hair at all at first, but he does let you recommend him styles to do. Once he did a high ponytail, and the urge to run your hands through his hair was just to strong but boundaries are boundaries yk? Once he's healed from his trauma, he'll let you touch it. He wants to rid that woman from his body forever, however you can't undo the past. All he wants from you is to lather his hair in nice smelling lotions and give it a thorough rinse and brush it through to make him feel like a new person 🥺

Momo loved it when you play with her hair, so please take the opportunity and RUN WITH IT. She's highly viewed in the eyes of her class and parents, so sometimes it's really nice to unwind with you: her s/o <3 Tea and cake are a must to munch on whilst you comb through her raven locks, and little kisses from her in between are a plus too!!

Putting bobbles in Lucifer's hair is enough to make me, you, your mum and the brothers laugh. Not him though. Mr Avatar of Pride here is not impressed. Other than that, he's okay with you touching his hair- but bring one single hair accessory near him and he's gone.

Inverted!Bakugou is skrunkly 🥺🥺🥺 he's such a baby and needs all the love and affection you have to offer. He basically worships you and is so nice and has the softest cheeks and softest chest and babiest blue eyes the world has ever seen and the fluffier hair ever so WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE NOT LET YOU TOUCH IT??? This guy needs therapy after years worth of abuse from Inverted!Deku and oh what a coincidence: I'm here, Inverted!Todoroki's here, but most importantly YOU'RE HERE. He is to die for, and his big doe eyes soften and close fondly when you ruffle his hair JDJSBALWJSHSSJWHKWK

Inverted!Todoroki is the most eager for you to play with his hair: he literally whines for your touch and affection. He's an absolute himbo ❤️ Anyway so when you comply to his demands, he's so happy and can't stop giggling into your stomach whilst you run his hair through your hands. The black side he isn't too fond of beacsue of his shit mother, so he likes to decorate it with different accessories when he doesn't have school to piss her off 🙄 He has a whole box of Claire's hair accessories, from clips to bows to ribbons and cute bobbles just to make him feel pretty cos he's just childish and trendy like that :) The complete opposite of mature Shoto Todoroki but hey I like this one more 😊

[rapturously]

may i request some steamy couch sex with vinny 👀

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟑,𝟐𝟑𝟎.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭, & 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ❤️

Vincent is prettiest to you when he’s working, dragging the sculpting tool across a plane of wax or concocting some painting of swirling, darker colors across a dismal canvas, or when he’s ogling you, pencil quietly moving across parchment in an attempt at being subtle.

You love to watch him work, but he loves to have you with him even more, his beautiful muse who breathes a constant stream of life into his myriad of new artworks. Victims are scarce in Ambrose for the time being, but it doesn’t seem to phase Vincent, who was perfectly content to spend more time with you, huddling in the basement together.

However, you aren’t always in the basement — if Bo is down at his garage, Vincent will sometimes come above ground, mostly to share in the privacy with you. There is some sneaking around and secrecy where the two of you are involved, but this evening, it’s only the both of you sharing the house.

Bo doesn’t exactly hinder things even if he is present, but the element of keeping quiet disappears entirely. Vincent doesn’t feel the need to hide you away downstairs, and you don’t feel so embarrassed about the things that the both of you get up to while his older twin is home. There’s privacy, a real moment alone, and neither of you intend on squandering it.

Smothered together on the couch, you’re situated within Vincent’s lap, feeling his thick, elongated digits peruse throughout your tresses, other arm wrapped snugly around you. He lacks his clunky boots and apron, draped in his cardigan and sweater, tall form hovering and hunching in on you.

You smell saccharine, the intermingled scents of perfume and fresh soap, hair still somewhat damp from the shower. You’re relaxed completely, head nestled underneath his chin, your free hand idly rubbing up and down along his ribcage. There’s sinewy muscle underneath that you’re itching to explore, but you take it slow, breathing him in like a gust of fresh air.

Vincent’s eye falls to your lips, perfectly curved and delightfully full, his desire to kiss you beginning to fester. His forehead moves to press against yours, free hand kneading and squeezing into your scantily-clad hips, feeling lace underneath his fingertips as your shirt rides up. You shudder, goosebumps forming along your spine.

Beside the crackling of warm firelight, you shift closer, straddling his hips as your hand brazenly slides underneath his sweater, caressing the taut planes of his musculature. Vincent’s throaty noise is what makes you want to do it even more, exploring his body, letting him careen into your touch.

‘Have I told you how perfect you are?’ Vincent signs, enthralled with your pretty smile, the elation it holds as you drum your fingertips across his abdomen, along his ribcage. He’s wearing a wistful smile underneath his mask, a noise escaping him when your lips nestle against his jugular, your gaze full of an adoration reserved for him, and only him.

“You have, but it never gets old.” You chimed, dainty palms massaging into his musculature, feeling him relax underneath your hands. Unable to rid yourself of your cheeky smile, your eyes flutter toward the front door, in plain view of the leathery sofa. You worry that Bo might come strolling in at any moment, but Vincent commands your attention again, hand sweeping over your warm cheek. “Maybe we should go somewhere else.”

Vincent doesn’t want to leave — he’s entranced by the way the firelight dances across your form, mind conjuring up some perfect images of what you’d look like, bare and on top of him. He soothes you, shaking his head back and forth. ‘I want you here,’ He signs, watching you shudder. ‘Bo won’t come back.’ Vincent reassures you, keening into your touch.

Even if Bo did come back, Vincent wouldn’t let anything come of it. He’d been horribly possessive of you, a notion that wouldn’t change, but you were his — Bo couldn’t have you, no matter the circumstances. Maybe Vincent was a little greedy and covetous of you, but in his eyes, he deserved you the most, not his arrogant twin brother.

Your gaze travels to his waxy countenance, free hand drifting until your digits lightly travel over the smooth surface, locking in a stare. “Okay.” You whisper with a giddy grin, as if the two of you are conspiring. With a feather-light embrace, you continue to trace your fingers across the wax that conceals Vincent’s face.

Vincent wants to show you his face, but the idea sounds daunting — terrifying, even. There were many moments where he wanted to show you, but he always backed out or told himself all of the reasons why he shouldn’t. Your reaction had the potential to be adverse, but this was you, after all. He trusted you.

As you press a passionate, open-mouthed kiss to the mask’s waxy lips, he gently nudges you away, hand poised against the swell of your rump until it drifts away. The timing just didn’t feel right, so Vincent elected to put the blindfold on you, unraveling the dark swath of fabric from his jacket pocket, tying it around your head.

He made sure not to snag your tresses, fixing the knot so that it’ll hold. With his visage now concealed from you, Vincent removes his mask, ensnaring your lips in a bruising kiss, eliciting a moan from you. It feels incredible, the entanglement escalating into something heated, his hand squeezing your ass, the other poised along the side of your neck.

You picture his visage — heartbreakingly handsome, a pretty face, the right side wrought and mottled by tangles of scars. You understand his insecurities when it comes to his appearance, and you never push the matter, but there’s a sliver of you who longs to see him, to see the man you’re falling in love with.

Vincent’s mouth is like a crashing tidal wave, consuming you completely, drowning you within him. He’s feverishly passionate, melding with his mouth to yours in a near-perfect manner, and you chase after his lips with a breathy moan, hands still clamoring underneath his sweater. He’s muscular, you can feel it — but it’s a lean form of muscle.

He revels in your sensual embrace, loving your soft fingers tracing around his abdomen, feeling around his bare chest. Vincent lets out some noise, halfway between a purr and a grunt, hand gliding from your ass to the hem of your shirt as he tugs it over your head. You aren’t wearing anything to cover your breasts, which he’s eager to kiss.

Pushing his cardigan aside, Vincent sheds the woolen garment, tossing it over the back of the couch. He occasionally lets his attention drift toward the front door, ensuring that Bo doesn’t barge his way inside while the two of you are all over one another. The roaring fire coupled with the heated friction between the two of you makes things hot very quickly, temperatures rising as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Vincent’s touch is voracious, groping and kneading into every available space of skin, molding you in ways that you never thought possible before. He’s passionate and exploratory, like the lick of an open flame, leaving behind incendiary sparks that make your stomach church with anticipation. You reciprocate his kiss, open-mouthed and heady as his palm falls against one of your breasts.

The blindfold isn’t a hindrance whatsoever, providing some element of excitement, not knowing where Vincent’s mouth or hands might travel to next. He moves you up, straddling just above his hips, enough for him to have ample room to kiss your body. Each caress of his mouth to your flesh makes you shiver, fingers blindly skimming about to tangle within his hair. Vincent’s lips are snug against your breasts, leaving behind pleasant trails of red marks.

Allowing his mouth to wrap around one of your nipples, he begins to lightly suck at the sensitive nub, groping and squeezing at the one left unattended to. Your fingers are tangled throughout his dark tresses, melding your body to his as he showers your chest in appreciation, throaty sounds escaping from him. He’s attentive, kissing and sucking until he pulls away, face pressing into the valley between your breasts.

You can feel his cock prodding into your thigh, twitching and throbbing inside of his pants, full of an aching want for you. Being on top of him doesn’t relieve anything either, but Vincent isn’t finished with you just yet, adjusting your legs until they’re situated atop one of his legs, and not straddling his lap. The material of your shorts happen to be paper-thin, able to feel the sinewy muscles of his thigh.

Vincent’s mouth is everywhere that he can reach, letting out some husky whimper as you begin to grind yourself into his thigh, attempting to find the perfect angle. Tilting yourself forward, your fingers clamor into his hair, his mouth tracing all over your collarbone, feeling you start to rock atop his thigh as you find the perfect amount of friction.

A soft moan tore past your parted lips, feeling the muscles of his thigh, the angle at which you grind your cunt into him, the sensations sending shivers up your spine. Vincent’s hands grope at your hips, holding onto the supple curve of your haunches as you ride his thigh, coaxing your face closer as he kisses you with a blinding passion. Heat pools between your legs, soaking your panties in the process.

“Vincent,” You moan against his mouth, his hands guiding you along, pushing you into his thigh with each roll of your hips. He doesn’t need to use his fingers to get you off, only the mere presence of him, the many sensations he brings. You are putty within his grasp, able to molded and bent as he saw fit, steadily rocking your clothed cunt into his taut thigh, making you squeak and mewl.

Every fiber of his being screams for you — he’s obsessed with you, deeply possessive, and he only seems to want more. Vincent’s darker urges tend to manifest themselves in the form of entitlement or covetousness, and they certainly fester here as his rough lips make a mess of your neck. You’re littered in marks, some that only he can see, and others happen to be a little more noticeable.

As you’re riding his thigh, chasing after the growing sensation of your orgasm, Vincent’s palm splays out across the small of your back, face nestling into your collarbone as he shoves you further downward. He’s exuding more of his strength, letting your cunt and clit rub against the muscles of his leg, moving you with a force riddled with friction.

His cock throbs and twitches within his pants, aching to be inside of you, but Vincent is willing to be patient, watching you move on top of him with a slight clumsiness, but he’s beyond understanding. You’re absolutely perfect — you’re stunning like this, straddling his leg and moaning his name, mouth having fallen apart to express your state of bliss.

Vincent eases you forward, planting hot, messy kisses against your soft flesh, feeling your legs quiver around him as he jostles his thigh against your slit. The sounds you make are beyond delicious — he’s absolutely enthralled by you, mesmerized as you desperately careen into him, wanting an orgasm so very terribly.

With another breathy, wanton whimper, Vincent continues to eagerly grind your core into his leg, pressing his mouth against the crook between your neck and shoulder. You break, melting and melding into his grasp, your skin feverishly hot, a mess between your thighs as Vincent’s mouth crashes against yours.

You reciprocate the kiss with an amatory enthusiasm, feeling his hand drift toward your ass again, giving it several greedy gropes and squeezes as he nudges you off of his leg. There’s a dark, wet splotch left behind, not that it bothers him, and before you know it, you’re situated on your back, Vincent between your legs. He’s tugging your shorts off, gently sliding your panties down until they’re somewhere around your ankles.

You can’t see him, but you imagine — it’s vivid, and the thought of him leaves you breathless. Again, your hands clamor and blindly fumble for the hem of his sweater, feeling his warm flesh underneath, digits poised atop the sinewy muscle. Vincent is hunched in all around you, engulfing you with his presence and stature, hands poised against the couch’s armrest. You moan when he kisses you again — it’s extremely passionate, almost dizzying.

“I need you,” You whisper, listening to the shuffling of fabric as Vincent removes his sweater, eager to be flush against you, chest to chest. Vincent responds with a husky noise, a throaty rumble that fills your stomach with warmth. The crackling of the hearth is beyond atmospheric, filling the living room with heat, making your skin break out with light perspiration. “Vincent, I need you.” You say it again, feeling his cock knead against your soaked folds.

Vincent cares very little about the possibility of Bo stumbling across the two of you out in the open like this. In fact, there’s some salacious desire to openly stake his claim over you in front of his twin, but the thought passes like a flickering shade.

Instead, he focuses on you, his face hovering above yours, blindfold and all, and he desperately wants you to see him, but he can’t bring himself to take it off of you. He has to work up to it. Vincent settles for showering you in needy kisses, mouth settling along the curve of your jaw and just to the side of your jugular.

Grinding his groin into you, his cock pushed past your folds, slathered with a sheen of precum, throbbing and hot as he teases your cunt. Vincent is well-endowed, you’ve come to learn, thick as ever as he slowly rolls his hips into you, keeping your legs apart. The noises are vulgar, abhorrently sinful as he sluggishly thrusts his way into your aching slit, a low groan escaping him in the process.

It’s incendiary, the rush of heat between the two of you, chest to chest, flush together. Your hands come underneath his arms, melding into the taut muscle of his shoulder blades, knees constricting his hips as he begins to find a pleasurable pace. His cock makes you full, each roll of his hips finding a way to stuff you completely, until he can’t go any further.

Vincent was horribly possessive whether you fully realized it or not, dominating you and keeping you pinned underneath him. Even when trapped within the throes of passion, Vincent’s mouth is furious, relentless as he covers your chest in amatory kisses, alternating between your lips and breasts.

He sets a pace that reaches deep inside of you, lacking callousness or a hastiness. Vincent savors each bump and sliver of friction, rutting into you at a slower crawl. You squirm and moan underneath him, feeling his scarred cheek nestle against yours, and you quiver out of sheer excitement. The texture is different, but you imagine him with a blissed-out visage, eyes blown out and dilated with lust.

“V—Vin,” You croon, shuddering when you feel his teeth scrape along your neck, hips rutting into you. Vincent’s pace becomes increasingly steady, cock pounding into you with those torpid thrusts of his groin. A feverish heat creeps across your flesh, nearly burning you alive, though the fireplace seems to contribute to such a sensation.

Your nails sink into the dips of his shoulders, eliciting a heady, wanton growl that tears out from the back of his throat, ripping through you as goosebumps collect along your spine. Vincent’s cock continues to pound away at you, trembling as your cunt clenches around him, his stomach pooling with warmth. It’s a sensation that drives him wild, coupled with your nails wringing into his back, leaving behind red trails.

The way the firelight danced across your skin was a most beautiful sight, as if you were a living mural placed before him. Vincent can’t get enough of you, drunk on desire, drunk on the feelings you stir within him. Wistful and desperate to please you, he begins to drag his hips back, cock nearly out of you completely before he slams himself inside.

The living room is silent, save for the crackling of the dying fire and your intermingled noises, Vincent’s throaty groans and your myriad of mewls. He plucks one of your hands away from his shoulders, twining your fingers together as he pins your arm back against the leathery sofa. It’s perfect — he’s perfect, holding your hand as he fucks you into the couch.

Your knees are wrangling onto his hips, squeezing and coaxing him closer, your free hand snapping to hold onto his arm, muscles tensing and flexing underneath. Vincent picks up speed as he chases after his orgasm, throbbing cock sending pulsations of heat into you, shockwaves as you lazily grind your hips against his, careening inward for another blistering kiss.

He shudders, his thrusts stuttering as he cums inside of you with a throaty moan, feeling your cunt clench around his cock, your fingers clinging onto him as if you were a drowning woman. Vincent huffs, snapping his hips into you again as he fills you up, peppering feather-light kisses all along your jaw.

You happen to cum in tandem with him, sticky and messy as you involuntarily push your thighs together. Vincent’s gaze is adoring, simply put — lovesick, but behind such sentiments, there’s possessiveness, a needy fervor that keeps you and Vincent joined at the hip. You feel his thumb stroke across your cheek, pulling out of you with a soft grunt.

Vincent wraps you up within his cardigan, retrieving some articles of clothing that were lost along the way. His touch is gentle, tender after everything as he tidies himself, sinking back into the sofa. He’s quick to scoop you up, placing you back into his lap.

Curling into his chest, your palm settles along his abdomen, idly tracing patterns into his ribcage. Vincent seems to voice his enjoyment of such a gesture, letting out some noise that’s a cross between a hum and a purr, hands massaging into your hips, cheek nestling against the top of your head.

After placing his mask back on, he unties your blindfold, delighted to see your pretty eyes, the smile that touches them. Vincent stares at you as if you’re the only person he’s ever known, the only one for him, roving his fingers underneath the cardigan you wear, caressing your skin.

Neither of you say anything — you don’t need to. Whatever just transpired between the two of you conveys all that you need to know, any unspoken feelings having bubbled to the surface. You press a kiss into the mouth of Vincent’s mask, snuggling against his chest with a smile of contentment.

By the time Bo comes home, he finds the both of you curled up on the sofa, legs locked together, your cheek against his bare chest, and the fire having dissipated completely. Typically, he would’ve been disgruntled with the both of you ruining the couch like that, but he brushes it off.

As long as his baby brother is happy, that’s what matters most.

[inazumass]

Yet another drabble/brainrot I've had trapped in my head and my drafts that I finally decided to post. Considering turning it into a much longer fic at some point. Thoughts and feedback are much appreciated ❤️

Kaeya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Adopted siblings, references to Kaeya as your big brother, dark content, mentions of dacryphillia, implied power imbalance, possessiveness, petnames (princess/good girl/darling), reader is AFAB, themes of incest

Please do not read if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.

Be reminded that the author does not condone the actions taken by characters in the work. As always, ✨Minors PLEASE do not interact✨. This is a work by an adult meant for adult consumption only. As always, everyone else... You know the drill 💛

DISCLAIMER: Despite it not working for the actual storyline of Genshin, all characters depicted are still above the age of 18!! Consider this an AU

When Crepus had rescued you all those years ago you'd been certain your stay would be temporary. When he brought you home you we're thankful, swearing that you'd do your best to get out is his hair as soon as possible.

It was not at all that Crepus minded your presence in his home in the slightest. In fact, the redhead had always wondered what it might be like to have a daughter. It was more that you felt like an unnecessary burden.

Despite the comforts of his home, the promise of food on the table every night, you could never shake that feeling. Finding your own way was a feat much harder than you had originally imagined, however. For every time it seemed as though you might have an opportunity to live elsewhere your hopes would be dashed at the last second.

Little did you know that your big brother thought it better that way. Afterall, it was much easier for Kaeya to look after his darling little sister when she stayed within arm's reach.

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"Quiet down, princess," your big brother hummed against the shell of your ear. "You wouldn't want father to hear us now, would you?"

You opened your mouth to speak before he clamped a gloved hand over it. "Ah ah ah, I just told you to be quiet. Or do you want me to stop?" You shook your head quickly, squirming in his lap as a silent plea for more.

"Good girl," he cooed, rewarding you by way of rubbing gentle circles against your clit through your pretty pink panties.

"Always so obedient for me." His voice was as smooth as silk with his honeyed words sending shivers down your spine. Or perhaps it was the chill of his cold hands that was present even through the leather gloves he adorned.

After he was certain you wouldn't make the same mistake again, his other arm firmly coiled around your waist. He needed to keep you right where he wanted you as the opposite hand teased your sensitive nerves through the soft cotton of your underwear.

Kaeya was merciless when it came to you, often kissing away the tears that he had caused. His touches were sweet and firm yet gentle but the pleasure was always unrelenting. He never allowed you room to breathe during your sessions, rarely satiated until the tears that welled up in your eyes began to spill down your soft cheeks.

You whined softly as his fingertip traced around the outline of your soaked slit, hips bucking into his touch involuntarily. Kaeya chuckled deeply against your neck, a sound that reverberated deeply from somewhere in his chest. "Oh my... so worked up already?" He teased, resting his chin against your shoulder. So he had a better view of your body.

He loved the way you squirmed against his touches, your silent pleas for more could drive even the most composed man wild. Thankfully, that was never an issue. For you were all his, a beautiful little toy for him to play with as he so chose. Always so lewd for him and him alone, so sensitive to his touches. He revelled in the thought as his fingers danced against your slick.

You whimpered softly as his fingers pulled away from you, hips grinding down against his lap. "Kaeya..." You breathed, fingers pressing into the muscle of his thighs only to earn a gentle pinch to your own.

"Patience, darling." He cooed, rubbing away the sting on your thigh. "Don't get greedy."

With his taunting words you felt a delightful sense of excitement wash over you. For every time he was in such a deliciously teasing mood it meant that you'd have nearly all of his attention for the rest of the day... And what a long day it would be.

[kookieswan]

ayy let’s get it!! super happy to see requests open — can i ask for a drabble where both oc and jungkook go skydiving for the first time? maybe oc is kinda nervous and jungkook encourages/calms her? thank you!! 💗

Flying High

Jungkook x Reader (f)

Word Count: 550 (?)

Genre: Fluffy! Maybe the smallest bit of angst since MC is nervous.

Notes: What a fun request (that I wrote on a plane lmaooo)! I love getting ones that are out of the box, so thanks for sending this in Lilo ❤️

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One of the things you and Jungkook had made relatively early in your relationship was a bucket list. It’s long, full of exciting new things, things that have been crossed off over the last four years. Last week, however, you had made it to “skydiving” written in sparkly pink glitter pen.

Jungkook had whooped and hollered, more than excited to fling himself off a plane. At the time, you were totally into it to, excited to see the world from a bird’s eye view, to feel the wind whipping around you. That excitement had slowly melted away, and now as you sit in the waiting room on the day of with Kook, well…

“I’m a little nervous…” Holding all the finished paperwork in your hands, it’s easy for nerves to pop up, for the words to come out like a whisper. There’s a lot of it, and each time you made a checkmark or signed your name, it only got a bit worse. Jungkook peers over from the chair next to you, pen flipping through his fingers as he tilts his head toward you, long hair framing his face cutely.

“That’s perfectly normal baby. I’m a little nervous too, but it’ll be a blast!” Your boyfriend grins as you excitedly, bunny teeth on display as his nose scrunches. You smile back, it must look strained based on the look he gives you. He quiets his voice down, and it comes out gentle if not a little concerned.

“If you don’t wanna, we can always just wait and come back… or not come back st all. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or scared sweetheart.” Shaking your head, you slide closer to him, taking his hand into yours. You play with his fingers while taking a deep breath, letting the nerves simmer and cool down as you trace the tattoos there.

“No it’s fine, I want to! It’s a nervous but not a bad one, you know? I’m excited to do it with you Kookie.” You really are excited to go, but the idea of jumping out of a plane is going to make you a tad bit hesitant no matter what. Jungkook nods, biting at his lip a bit before his eyes sparkle again.

He looks around, noting that the waiting room is currently empty before grabbing at your chair. Your beautiful boyfriend pulls you closer, and you go willingly till your chair bumps into his. Without a word, he wraps an arm around your body, bringing you close enough so you can rest your head against his chest. Kook rubs your arm soothingly, the sound of his heartbeat more than welcome to your ears.

“I’ll be with you right up till we jump. After that I’ll either be waiting for you on the ground or falling from the sky like your personal angel.” You see him wink from the corner of you eye and scoff as he giggles, fingers poking at you teasingly.

“Well now I need to see you flying toward me in all your glory. Make sure to flap your wings for me.” His laughs get louder, and it’s really all you need to feel even a little better. You lean up and leave a kiss on his jaw, sitting back up as one of your instructors calls you to the back for the rest of orientation.

“I’ll fall as slowly as I can so you can land first baby. You’ll have some eye candy for your landing.”