#i can bring it to a whisper (except for occasionally when i fuck it up) but i do worry it carries into the nearby offices

[brittlebutch]

born to write frenetic analyses of the allegorical mental health struggles of fictional characters while marginally manic, cursed to struggle to present as mentally stable and coherent while working in an office building 40 hours a week

[mountainsandmayhem]

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Your husband Marcus challenges you to a little game.

CW: Pleasure Dom, vibrators, unprotected p in v (they’re married, it’s ok), ass play, Marcus gets a little mean, name calling (slut and whore), pet names (baby, sweet heart, etc.), edging, teasing, squirting, fingering, crying.

AN: Why do I IMMEDIATELY start writing for Pike when I’m ovulating?? Also this is definitely not beta’d.

Word Count: 2773

“Sweet girl?”

Marcus’s soft voice floats across your bare skin. You’re splayed out, every inch exposed to him. He has pressed his lips to every part except the one you want him to most. He’s been kissing and licking from your lips to your back, to your chest, then your arm skipping to the back of your leg. Treating your body like his own personal slalom course. Rolling you back and forth as he needed. The occasional graze of his teeth when you became too pliant, a yelp filling your dimly lit bedroom.

“Yeah?” You whisper, his strong hands guiding you to roll onto your back.

“Here.” He states. Your hooded gaze meets his. He’s holding your favourite vibrator out to you.

You lick your lips and revel in the way his soft brown eyes immediately watch your warm tongue trace along your lips; lips he loves to kiss so much. “What’s that for?”

“Figured we could play a little game.” He smiles at the confused furrow of your brows as he continues. “I’ll count down from thirty while you play with yourself, when I get to one, you can come.”

You nod and close your hand around the vibrator. He tugs on it roughly, snapping you to be at his full attention. “But you can only come when I get to one. Do you understand?”

The flutter in your chest is almost immediate at the bossy tone in his voice. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises as his hand lets go of the black silicone toy. “Go ahead, click it on and start playing with yourself.”

You turn it on low and gently place it on your clit. Electricity feels like it’s humming through your veins and you gasp out.

“Thirty.”

Marcus climbs off the bed and slowly drags his white t-shirt over his head as you watch him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, and fuck, you’re already so wet. Is that from me?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh god.”

His boxers slide down next, his thick cock slapping his stomach when it springs free.

“Twenty-nine. That’s it, baby. Keep swirling your toy around your clit. Just like that. Good girl.”

Lastly, he slides off his socks, tossing everything into the laundry hamper.

“Twenty-eight. Keep that vibrator on that pretty little clit, baby.”

He slides back into the bed, laying on his side next to you, his elbow resting on the bed to cradle his head in hand. You turn your head towards him, nose rubbing against his thick neck.

“Marcus,” you whine.

“Whining already? We’ve only just started. Twenty-seven. You can do it.”

You can feel your orgasm already ready to crest. He’s been teasing you for over half an hour already. The silicone head of the vibrator easily glides around your clit.

“Please, sir.”

“Twenty-six. Please what?” He whispers into your temple, kissing your hairline.

“Let me come.”

He laughs silently, “So needy. We just started, sweet girl.”

It’s quiet for a moment between the two of you as you lift the vibrator from yourself, unsure of your ability to hold it even after years of him training you to come practically on command.

“No, no. Don’t make me tie you up and make it worse for you,” he says deeply.

You whine, placing the vibrator back where he wants it and bringing your legs together.

“Twenty-five. God, baby, you look so beautiful right now.”

You focus on your breathing. Slow and controlled inhales, anything to distract from how badly you want to let go.

“Can you spread your legs for me, honey? Twenty-four.”

You moan in disagreement and his hand comes to your chin, pinching it between his fingers and bringing your gaze to his.

“Twenty-three. You’re doing so good for me. Did you know that?”

You nod into his grasp. “Fuck, sir. Please.”

He kisses your lips gently and whispers. “Mmm - I love making you beg. Twenty-two.”

“I’ll do - hnnng - anything, baby. Let me come,” you say between gasps.

“Anything?” He grinds his hard cock onto your hip. “Make me an offer. What will you do if I let you come right now.”

His hand moves from your chin to the wrist that’s holding your toy, flicking it up slightly to that spot that makes you lose all sense of yourself. That little spot that he knows will have you falling apart in seconds.

“Nonono. I can’t. Marcus, fuuuuck.”

“Twenty-one. Not yet. Don’t you dare come yet.”

You slam your legs together again, squeezing every muscle in your body as tight as possible is the only way for you to stop your orgasm from happening. You sob out a cry of desperation and Marcus releases your wrist.

“Good girl, but you gotta spread your legs or I’m going to get the spreader bar out. Twenty.”

You try to slow your breathing, moving the vibrator down a little bit as you open your legs for your husband again.

“That’s it, just like that. What will you do for me if I let you come right now.” The tip of his hooked nose runs along the bridge of yours, his soft brown eyes melting into you.

“My ass,” you say breathily. Every single thing about Marcus Pike is overwhelming. He has a way of making the room feel smaller.

He smirks, a dimple carving into his soft and clean shaven cheek. “My little slut gonna let me fuck her ass if I let her come? Nineteen.”

“Yesyes - god, yes. Please, sir.” You’re practically writhing in pleasure, hanging right on the edge, lava bubbling in your core just waiting to erupt.

“Fuck you sound so good when you beg.” He groans, his cock pushing harder into the meat of your thigh. He sits up adjusting himself to sit between your legs. “Open up for me, sweet girl.”

At this angle, you can see his flat, toned stomach. The slight v of his hips leading to his perfect cock. Long and thick, his balls taut to his body with arousal. The slit of the velvety tip leaks a milky bead of pre cum that makes your mouth water.

“Eighteen. Should I get the lube, baby? Get you all nice and ready for me while you play with yourself?”

You nod frantically, “please! Please let me come and then fuck my ass!”

“Mmmm - I love when dirty words leave that beautiful mouth.”

One of his strong hands wraps around your hip, the other up to his mouth. He spits, then reaches down to prep you.

“Seventeen.”

“Fuck, Marcus. Fuuuuck. Can I come now?”

He shakes his head, “mm-mmm, not yet. I know you can take more.”

His strong fingers circle the sensitive skin of your ass. Jolts of pleasure cause you to arch off the bed.

“Sixteen. You’re doing so well. So perfect for me. I love you so much.”

His pointer finger pushes harder at the tight ring of muscle. “Can I come, sir? Please. Let me come and you can fuck my ass.”

He leans over you, moving his hand from your hip to plant beside your head. He looks down at you darkly, the softness from early gone. “You seem to be forgetting one thing, baby girl. You don’t make the rules here.”

His hand moves away from your ass and you feel the tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. “Fifteen,” he says with a wink.

You can’t stop both the tears and the orgasm, it’s only a matter of time before one takes you. The first time Marcus made you cry with need it unlocked something inside of him, a deep and sinister rush of endorphins. Crying kink, neither of you knew it was a thing, and now he almost gets off on it when it happens to you. Just the sight of you sobbing in needy frustration is almost enough to make him explode.

“Uh oh,” he says cockily. “Are you gonna cry?”

“No,” you half whine, half moan.

“No? Fourteen. Cuz it looks like my little whore is so desperate for it that she’s about to cry.”

“No. No. I’m not. Just please, sir. I can’t - I can’t.”

“Cry for me. Cry for me and I’ll skip down to ten,” he growls.

You break, blinking the tears of pent up sexual frustration to flow free. Marcus groans at the big tears rolling down your cheeks. Each word out of his mouth is its own sentence as he says. “Desperate. Little. Whore. Thirteen.”

Your bedroom fills with your lust filled cry, “You said ten.”

He lowers his face to yours, kissing a tear off your cheek. “Twelve”. He moves swiftly, kissing a tear off the other side, “Eleven”. And then moves again, catching one along your hairline, “ten”.

He sits up, “what do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you murmur.

“That’s my girl,” his eyes trail down your body, his hand returning to grip your hip tightly. “Let me take this now, sweet girl.”

You sniffle and pout up at him, knowing he’s going to go exactly where you can’t fight it. “Be nice - Please be nice, Marcus.”

His hand wraps lightly around yours on the vibrator. “Don’t cry anymore, my love. You’re almost there. I’m so fucking proud of you for holding on.”

He smiles warmly at you and as your face mirrors his you let go of the vibrator. “Nine, that’s a good girl.”

He clicks the vibrator up a speed and runs it up and down your soaking wet cunt. Lightly grazing your clit with each pass. “She’s crying for me too. Eight. God damn, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Your hands move to fist the sheets, your feet planting on the bed as you watch your beautiful husband play with you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, it’s getting harder and harder to hold on.

“You’re a masterpiece. Did you know that?” He clicks the vibrator up again, still trailing up and down, your arousal making everything slick for him. “This pussy belongs in a museum. So pretty. Seven.”

You scream as he flicks it along that spot that ruins you. His hand on your hip squeezes a few times before releasing. His finger coming to your lips. “Suck,” he instructs. You slide his fingers eagerly into your warm mouth, “Six. Fuuuuck.”

You bob your head up and down, gagging as his thick digits hit the back of your throat. Once they’re wet enough for him he pulls them free, spit landing on your chin as he brings his fingers down to your cunt.

“You're clenching so hard I can barely see the entrance. Let me in, sweetheart.” He presses, fingers slipping into your needy cunt, your walls gripping and pulling him in. “So tight. Shit. Five.”

Once his fingers are all the way in he turns to be palm up. Your eyes widen as he curls them forward, not moving them around, just putting pressure on that spongy spot of your anterior wall. “Aaaah, baby, fuckfuckfuck.”

“Hold it. Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel all that cum you’re holding in. Four. Doin so good. Almost there.” He flicks his wrist up, the vibrator and his strong fingers now pushing on the two spots that make you crumble. Your screams of pained pleasure echo through the room.

“I can’t. I can’t. Fuck fuck. I can’t.” You repeat it over and over, squeezing harder.

“Three, I got you. You can do this, my wife. My perfect little slut. Almost, almost fucking there.” He clicks the vibrator up again and it takes every ounce of energy you have left not to push free and use your safe word. “Fuckin pussy is clenching my fingers so tight. Shit, I wanna feel this orgasm on my cock. Can I go inside of you, baby?”

You mumble ‘yes’ over and over, all your muscles going slack, your bones going soft. Everything comes back to life as he slides his fingers out. You gasp at the sensation then whine at the loss of the feeling of him.

“Gonna be full of me soon, don’t whine.” He brings his now free hand to his lips and sucks your juices from his fingers. The sides of your vision blur from the pleasure of the vibrator until you only see him. He spits into his hand and fists his cock, pumping it a few times to get it nice and wet.

“Two,” he growls, and then without warning slams himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Marcus. Fuck. Fuck. I need - Please, sir.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, babe. I’ve never felt her this tight and juicy before. You gonna gush all over me. I can feel it.”

The lava in your core starts to erupt, you can’t fight it anymore. You’ll take the punishment if he wants, but you’re convinced you can’t hold it any longer.

He removes the vibrator and softly says, “Eyes on me.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed, they flutter open to meet his gaze. “It’s time baby. Are you ready?”

“Oh god, Marcus. Please. I need to come.”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. I want you to gush all over me, okay?” He clicks the vibrator up 3 notches and presses it roughly against your aching, puffy clit. “One. Come for me.”

You explode and implode all at the same time. Pleasure rocking through every limb. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your hands wrapped in the sheets, your back arches off the bed and you aren’t sure if you’re screaming loudly or silently. All that you are is the euphoria of this long overdue orgasm.

“Fuckin gushing all over the place. That’s it, baby. Push into it. Good girl. Let it take you.”

The walls of your pussy flutter, gripping your husband's perfect cock over and over. Your hips rock up and down in a jerky, uneven pattern as you squirt all over him.

“Look at you. Fuck, gonna make me come, honey. Don’t stop,” he praises encouragingly.

You let the orgasm continue to course through you, your throat hoarse from screaming his name. Finally, you feel it, the warmth of his cum, filling you up and mixing with your own cum. He throws the vibrator to the side and fucks you through his high as you finally start to come down from yours. He moans your name loudly as he reaches his peak and then collapses down onto you, kissing you deeply as you both twitch with the aftershocks.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently as your lips break apart from one another.

You smile sweetly and nod. “Ya, that was amazing.”

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he says softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“It’s ok, Marcus. You already know that these are the only kind of tears you’re allowed to cause.” You reach up and run your fingers through his short hair. “You’re perfect.”

He blushes slightly at your praise and you think again how incredibly lucky you are to have this amazing man in your life. “We should clean up and get some sleep.”

He slips his softened cock out of you and heads into the bathroom. He grabs you a wet cloth and a soft towel. He hates that you want to clean yourself up after nights like this, he feels like it should be part of his aftercare, but you’ve explained how sensitive you are he’s learned to let it go.

He watches as you wipe away the mixture of both of your arousals and then pat yourself dry with a hiss. The sound of your distress has him moving towards you, concern and worry etched across his face.

“I’m okay,” you state. “Just sore.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, tossing the towel and wet cloth towards the hamper.

“No,” you giggle. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. That was amazing.”

“Good,” he laughs. “Let me help you up. You need to pee before we go to sleep.”

You whine as he grabs your hands and pulls to help you sit. “Sleepy,” you pout.

“Go. Then we can sleep.” He pats your bum as you walk past him, feet dragging on the soft carpet of your bedroom.

When you get back to bed Marcus is on his back, both arms behind his head. You smile at him sleepily before tucking yourself against him, your leg draped over him and your head resting on his strong chest. The arm closest to you comes to wrap around your bare back, his hand finding its home on your hip once more. “I love you,” he whispers.

You barely get out that you love him too before sleep takes you.

[ln4bub]

and i conclude with 36 + lando

(ofc no pressure on any of the asks, feel free to ignore any/all of them if they don’t tickle ur fancy hehe)

It’s winter break and you’ve never been more grateful to have Lando home, except for the fact that all he's done is game with Max.

Every. Single. Night.

First it was Rocket League, and then Counter Strike, and then Tarkov, and now you were sat in the background watching him yell at Fall Guys. Part of you had to admit that it was comical watching him try and fail so many times, but you wanted attention. There was only so much watching you could do, you're just a girl after all. You silently make your way over to Lando's gaming chair, draping yourself over the side to rest your chin on his shoulder. "How much longer will you be baby?" You whisper, lifting his headset slightly so he hears you.

"Like an hour maybe, I'm not sure. Why? Are you hungry? I can order food?" He suggests, eyes flicking briefly from the screen to look at you. "Don't need food." You whine, pouting lightly before placing a gentle kiss to Lando's neck. He swallows thickly, "Babe my friends can all hear, what do you want me to do?" He murmurs, muting himself whilst he waits for the next round. "Want you Lando." You tell him, continuing to press kisses across his neck, travelling along his jaw, feeling it clench with each soft touch of your lips.

"Just let me finish this level and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times." He tells you, pleading eyes under his glasses. You sigh, "Fine. But I'm holding you to that." He winks up at you before unmuting himself and picking up his controller to play the next round. You lay yourself on the centre of the bed, zoning out on your phone as Lando continues playing. You hear the occasional yell or slam of the controller, nothing unusual when he's gaming. You get lost in the world of Instagram, swiping through Daniel's end of season .jpg post.

You forget about Lando's promise, that is until you feel his warm hands on your thighs. You jump with the touch and he chuckles at you, "Gonna let me fulfil my promise baby?" He whispers, his warm breath tickling the apex of your thighs. Lando smirks when you raise your hips to allow him to remove your pyjama shorts. "Thank you princess." He smiles, kissing your lips before returning to his position between your legs. His lips explore your inner thighs, hands gently prying your legs apart. Soft whimpers escape your lips at the light scratch of his new facial hair.

His lips cover practically every inch of your thighs before his tongue darts out to flick at your entrance, collecting the arousal that's collected there. He starts slow, snaking his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking gently as his hand rests on your pubic bone, keeping your hips still. His lips encase your clit, causing you to moan out as he sucks lightly, his tongue swirling and flicking. He eats you out like a man starved, uncaring about the way your arousal coats his mouth or the way his spit begins to soak you further.

He brings his finger to your entrance, circling it around the pulsing hole before pushing in. Your hips buck as your back arches away from the mattress, Lando moaning against your pussy at the way you clench around his finger. He curls his finger, his tongue working overtime on your clit as he slips a second finger in to join the first.

"Fuck Lando, oh my god." You moan, hand gripping the back of his head, tangling in his curls. He continues his ruthless pace drawing your first orgasm from you unbelievably quickly, but he doesn't stop. He slows his pace, lightly guiding you through your orgasm. Once he feels the pulsing of your walls slow he curls his fingers once more, attacking your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You scream out in overstimulation, your legs shaking as his hand becomes sticky with arousal. His hips begin to rut into the mattress, desperate for an ounce of friction. Your first orgasm hardly fades as the second one barrels into you, your walls clenching Lando's fingers so tight he could swear they would break.

This time he does pull away, encouraged by the way you frantically push at his head. You use your grip on his head to pull his lips to yours, he groans in your mouth at the feeling of your tongue. His groan turns into a whimper as you cup his bulge, massaging gently. He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away, causing you to look at him in confusion.

"I said at least three didn't I?" He smirks, kissing his way back down your stomach to finish his meal.

[slayfics]

PST. PST! Over here! I need a cockwarming sesh with hitoshi 🥺❤️ like they're having a movie night with guys or just us two and he whispers "just the tip"... Which we both know won't happen so when the guys leave after the movie ends (cockwarming the entire time) does he fuck you stupid 🤤🤤

Movie night with Hitoshi.

Warnings: Hitoshi aged up | NSFW

1,200 words~

"Ok, so we're totally binge-watching all of the new season, right?" Denki asked, entering Hitoshi's dorm with Eijiro.

"Yeah man, we have to! I have to know what happens!" Eijiro responded enthusiastically making his way to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the bed facing the TV.

"Yup, we agreed to watch as much as we could tonight," Hitoshi said.

"Aw man- I don't want to sit on the floor," Denki complained looking at the now full bed.

"I can make some room," You offered and climbed up to sit on Hitoshi's lap. Hitoshi's face pinkened at the feel of you in his lap.

""Ohhh~," Denki sang teasing you both.

"Shut up!" You retorted, smacking his arm playfully.

"Ok ok, I'll leave you two love birds alone," he said, moving to the newly opened-up spot on the bed.

Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to stay oriented to the situation. He knew he was around friends but- the sensation of you on top of him was making his mind wander.

"Everyone ready for me to start the show?" He asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Hitoshi pressed play. As much as he was excited to finally watch the new season of the show, he found himself unable to focus at all. He might as well have been blind to everything else except the stimulation he felt from you on his lap.

It didn't help that you'd laugh at the show occasionally or adjust to get more comfortable, rubbing up even more against him.

"Wait man pause it!" Eijiro spoke.

"What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked, pausing the show.

"We should have brought up snacks!" Eijiro answered.

"I was just thinking the same thing! You guys want to head downstairs real quick?" Denki suggested.

"No- you two go," Hitoshi answered quickly.

"Sure, but want us to bring you two back anything?" Denki asked.

"Popcorn please," You smiled at him.

"You got it! Be right back," Denki spoke, as he and Eijiro exited the room.

As soon as the door shut, Hitoshi rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around your waist pushing you tighter onto him, a small groan escaping him.

"You're enjoying this too much, aren't you? I can feel your excitement," You teased him.

"Mmm," He nodded, nuzzling more into your hair and slightly pressing his hips up to grind even more into you. "Popcorn takes a while to make you know?" He said suggestively.

"What are you trying to hint at Shinso?" You giggled.

Hitoshi moved to press a kiss on your cheek before whispering, "I have time to feel you real quick, just the tip." He proposed.

"They are going to be back any moment," you said, but couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline you felt at his words.

"Hmm- I'll be fast," he pledged.

You didn't answer in words but worked to pull down your panties under your skirt. Following your lead Hitoshi undid his belt and pulled out his cock eagerly.

Hitoshi placed a hand on either of your hips as he guided you to sit back down- sliding himself inside you.

A moan escaped him as you slowly sank down taking all of him inside.

"Fuck- that feels good," he groaned.

"Mpf-," You squeaked out in agreement.

Just as you were about to suggest getting decent before your friends came back- the door flew open.

Denki's back was to the door and as he hip-checked it open, hands full of snacks. Hitoshi quickly grabbed the blanket beside you and threw it over you both- hiding the cockwarming situation you both now found yourself in.

"Alright, let's get this show started again!" Denki said, sitting back in his spot.

"Oh, here is your popcorn!" Eijiro said placing the popcorn just a bit out of reach from you.

"Oh... thanks Kirishima," you said eyeing the popcorn, unsure how to reach for it without removing the blanket, and exposing that Hitoshi was inside you.

"Uhh, you ok?" Eijiro asked, eyeing you confused.

"Yeah! I'm fine," you said and slowly began to reach for the popcorn. Hitoshi understanding, held the blanket carefully in place as you moved. You stretch to grab the popcorn causing his cock to slide back out, just the tip now resting inside.

Getting a grip on the popcorn you paused, aware that once you adjusted to sit back down, you'd be taking in his full length again. "Um... Shinso you- mm- ready for some popcorn," You asked subtly, hoping to prepare him for you to slide back down on his cock.

"Fuck yes," he said too enthusiastically.

"Man, you're really excited for popcorn," Eijiro laughed, tearing open a bag of chips.

You slid back down onto Hitoshi's lap, his cock sliding back inside you simultaneously.

"Mhmmm~" Hitoshi groaned.

You let out a deep sigh trying to bite back a moan that threatened to escape you.

"Alright well press play already," Denki said.

"Right," Hitoshi blinked hard trying to focus as he started up the show again.

Hitoshi paid no attention to the show- how could he while his throbbing cock rested inside you. To make it worse- every so often you'd tease him by adjusting your hips slightly or pretending to reposition yourself on his lap.

Hitoshi bit his lip so hard it broke skin- but he didn't have a choice. If he didn't surely a moan would break loose and expose you both. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused and tortured at the same time.

Finally, to his relief, the episode ended.

"Start the next one!" Denki suggested.

"I'm actually feeling pretty exhausted," Hitoshi said.

"WHAT!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "I thought we were binging this today??"

"I know I'm sorry- tomorrow we can watch more," Hitoshi suggested.

Denki eyed him suspiciously, then snapped his eyes to you on his lap, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, sureeee~," he said with a wink. "Come on Kirishima, I think that was a nice way to say they want to be alone," Denki said teasingly, pulling his friend off the bed.

"Oh-," Eijiro blushed as they both swiftly excited.

"Fuck~" Hitoshi groaned out as soon as the door closed, wasting no time he thrust into you grabbing your waist for support.

A mewl escaped your lips at the sudden movement.

"Down," he said, pushing you forward, and changing your position. Your face now resting against the sheets- ass exposed to him. "I'm going to have to repay you for that torture you put me through for the last hour," he said devilishly.

"Awe~ don't pretend you didn't like i-" You spoke but your sentence was halted at the hard thrusts from Hitoshi. Giving you no time to speak or catch your breath, he slid himself in and out at full force. Moaning at finally being able to feel your walls slide around him.

Your face buried deeper into the sheets with each hard thrust- and your brain turned to mush at the intense pleasure.

"Shit-" Hitoshi groaned out of frustration. He wanted to punish you longer- but his end was already coming. After being teased for so long he couldn't hold himself back. Losing himself in one final thrust- Hitoshi pulled out and painted the sheets next to you.

"Well, that repayment didn't last very long~," You teased, coming back to your senses.

A devilish laugh erupted from Hitoshi, " Maybe not- but we're not done. Now it's your turn," he said, a smirk on his lips.

Oh my I felt so dirty writing this haha. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for the request~

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

[2cupids]

cw: smut. fem reader, toxic relationship, san is possessive, oral (f & m receiving), slight praise kink, pet names, light p*ssy slapping, choking, jealousy, slight degradation, semi-public s*x, mention of a baby. 17+ interact only.

san makes it a point to always remind who you belong to. whether it was out in public or at home, doing the most mundane things or not. but he especially likes reminding you during anything sexual.

eating you out

soft moans fill the room as san holds your thigh open with one hand while his other hand pumps two fingers in and out of your cunt. his mouth is busy on your clit; tongue swirling around the nub and occasionally taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.

he pulls his head away from your pussy with shiny lips from your arousal and a slight ache in his jaw from spending so much time between your legs. “taste so good– i can’t help myself,” he breathes.

he slips his soaked fingers out of your core, dragging them up towards your clit and lightly rubbing it in circular motions. you start to grind your hips against his fingers to cause more friction and that’s when he withdraws his hand from your lower region completely. you pout and go to open your mouth to protest when you feel a smack land on your sensitive core, making you cry out. “this pretty little cunt is all mine. isn’t it princess?”

you prop yourself up to meet san’s face, his eyes already gazing up at you as your eyes make contact with his. “mm it’s all yours.” you speak softly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and spreading your legs a little wider.

“damn right,” he smirks, “it better be.” he turns his attention back to your cunt and presses his lips to your clit, kissing it. he looks up at you again as his fingers ghost over your folds before dipping them back inside you. “now— i want you to cum for me. show me how good i make you feel. that i’m the only one who can make you feel this good. got it pretty girl?”

riding him

through half lidded eyes, san watches as you bounce up and down on his length. his hands rest on your hips and words of praise spill out of his mouth, telling you how good you’re doing and how good you make him feel.

“you look so pretty baby.” he coos, lovingly rubbing small circles on your hips with his thumb. soon after those loving words have left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room begins to change.

“look at me,” he commands as he takes one hand off your hips and wraps it around your neck, fingers applying light pressure to the sides. “you know i love you so, so much right? you’re the only one for me– and i’m the only one for you. you’re mine and i’m yours.” his fingers start to dig into your throat, squeezing tighter and making it harder to breathe.

you halt your movements all together as the lack of oxygen slowly begins to affect you. when you don’t respond to him as fast as he wants, he lifts his upper body off the bed so he’s eye level with you, his hand still wrapped around your throat. “answer me when i’m talking to you.”

tears begin to form in your eyes but san doesn’t seem to care. he continues glaring at you, jaw tightly clenched and his eyebrows slightly furrowed together. you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out except small, incoherent noises until you’re finally able to choke out, “i love y-you too. fuck. i– i love you so m-much. ‘m yours.. f-forever. i promise.”

a wicked grin creeps up his face as he lets go of your neck. you clutch your throat as you cough and gasp, lungs burning at the re-entrance of air. he watches you catch your breath before he takes your chin in his hand and softly presses his lips to yours. he gently turns your head to the side and brings his face next your ear to whisper, “you better keep that promise, sweet girl. you don’t want to find out what’ll happen if you ever try to leave me.”

giving him head

he loves towering over you while you’re on your knees for him with his cock stuffed in your mouth. it gives him a feeling of complete and total power and control over you, as if he has you in the palm of his hand.

he wipes away any tears that spill out of your eyes as you take as much of him as you can inside your mouth, gagging around him as saliva escapes your mouth and runs down your chin. the sight of you in such a messy state all because of him, fills him with a sense of pride.

“you know,” he groans, “i’m such a lucky guy, aren’t i baby? no one else will ever be able to see this pretty face of yours sucking their dick.”

in public

“what did i tell you about talking to other guys? huh?” his breath fans out against your neck as he presses his body against yours, pinning you between the passengers seat of the car and himself, the head of his cock prodding your entrance. “when i put this dick inside you, i don’t want to hear any whining or crying from you. don’t even think about telling me it’s too much or i’ll make that guy from the store watch and let him see what a slut you are.”

san had blown a conversation you had with a cashier inside the grocery store minutes ago out of proportion. he interpreted it as the cashier flirting with you and believed that you didn’t end the conversation quick enough. in his mind, you liked it or else you wouldn’t have let the conversation continue go on for so long, right?

“you think that asshole in there can fuck you like this?” the way his hips fuck up into your pussy has your brain scrambled; you’re at a loss for words. when you take too long to answer, he wraps one of his burly arms loosely around your neck but tight enough to warn you not to test him.

“n–no, only you can.” you whimper, walls tightening around his cock as he continues abusing your pussy.

“then start acting like it instead of like a school girl in front of her crush whenever some loser tries hitting on you.” he spits.

“i’m sorry. d–don’t know what i was thinking.”

he chuckles, appearing to be amused by your response. “i don’t even know why i’m be surprised. whores like you don’t know any better. poor things.”

he loosens his arm around your neck and lets go, wrapping it around your waist instead. his head falls into the crook of your neck, panting into the skin. he lazily places kisses along your jaw while continuing to pound into your cunt, never losing his rhythm.

“maybe i should just put a baby in you– teach you a lesson.” his hand rubs your stomach as he kisses below your ear, “don’t you think you’d look pretty carrying my child?”

a/n: just wanted to say this is my first post about atz and you don’t know how excited i was when i was making this, i wanted to get this finished so bad but i was busy so it took me a lil minute 🥲. but thank you sm for taking your time to read this, i hope y’all liked this! <3

[thursdaygxrls]

A Lesson in Biology

summary — sirius has a midnight craving.

pairing — vampire!sirius black x fem!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own sirius black (sighhh) or the gif used

warnings — mentions of blood, oral (fem receiving), general smut, and (say it with me now) unedited

no one asked for this but sirius is literally so yummy i couldn’t contain myself

He comes to her at night — he always does. It’s stupid, and he chastises himself for the giddy feeling that warms his frozen body. She makes him feel like a fucking teenager and it’s disgusting.

He can see the dim, yellow glow of light coming from her window when he arrives. He climbs the trellis with ease and perches near the outer windowsill. Through the glass, he makes out a hunched figure seated at the desk. She’s in her baggy joggers and a tank top — lovely. Another quick glance around the room and he sees that it’s empty except for, no roommate in sight. Even lovelier.

Deep down, he knows how wrong this is. It's not wrong because he feels silly, or he didn't warn her before he got here. It's wrong because everything about her brings him closer to insanity: her scent, the outline of her body through the tank top, the trail of glistening salvia on her lips that her tongue leaves. He brings his hand to the lip of the window and is delighted (but not entirely surprised) to find it unlocked.

"Sirius!" Her tone is shocked, maybe even scared, but it wraps around him in a way that feels like a hug.

"Hey there, Lovebug," he grins widely as he slips through the window, his feet hitting the floor far too gracefully.

"Sirius, I didn't know—" She shoots up from her seat, "—You didn't call, right?"

"No, no," he chuckles, his voice thick as honey, "I didn't. Is that a problem?"

"Well, no," she sighs, "You just scared me, that's all."

"And you left the window unlocked." Sirius closes the space between them, raising his hand to gently stroke his thumb against her cheek, "Sure you weren't expecting any visitors?"

"Of course not." She knows he's only teasing, but the very thought makes her want to laugh. Someone else?

"Was I interrupting anything?" He asks, taking her hands into his. He brings them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the skin. His sharp teeth scrape lightly against her knuckles.

"Just a bit of homework," she sighs.

"Well, don't let me get in the way, Bug," he grins, "Go on, get back to your work."

She knows better than to think he's just going to let her work in peace. He shrugs out of his leather jacket, hanging it from her bedpost as he takes a seat closer to the headboard. He lays down, taking one of her pillows into his arms.

"You all alone tonight?" He asks as he smoothes the wrinkled fabric of the pillowcase.

"Liv's spending the night at her girlfriend's," she responds as she settles back down into her desk chair.

"Does she ever sleep here?" He tilts his head back to look at her, "She's less roommate, more occasional guest."

"You don't seem to mind." Though Sirius can only see the back of her head, he knows there's a smile on her lips. Her gorgeous, delicious lips.

He's tired of the pillow in mere seconds. The sound of a pen scrawling on paper calls him to the desk like a siren song. His hands are freezing against her bare arms. They rub up and down slowly, though, it's not as soothing as intended. Goosebumps erupt on her skin when his lips meet her ear.

"What class is that for?" He whispers.

"Biology." She swallows. Hard.

"Hm, interesting," he hums. The sight of her neck pulsing is not lost on him. His fingers, still cold as ice, trail her throat. It would be so easy to take her now. Her roommate wasn't home and likely wouldn't be until at least tomorrow morning. He could keep her silent enough that no one would hear a think, not even the dorm next door. Sirius's lips met her neck, and she let out a sigh. It would be so easy to take her, yet, it would be the most difficult thing he's ever done.

He'd created a routine over the years. When he was really thirsty, it wasn't hard to find a snack in secluded alleyways or dark corners. What he enjoyed most, though, was the chase; he'd find a new man or woman to pursue every once in a while. He'd charm them, butter them up, then drain their blood after fucking them into the mattress. He expected her to be no different.

Sirius met her outside a coffee shop on the edge of the campus. She smelled so sweet, so tempting, he couldn't just let her walk away. And so he proceeded as usual: he was charming, she was smiling, a date was planned. Somewhere between romantic dinner and vicious murder, though, his routine began to derail. When they talked, he didn't have to fake his laughs, nor did he notice the ache in his cheeks from how wide his smile had grown. He told himself he would just delay the inevitable—treat her to another date, give her the best sex of her life, then end it all there.

"I'm almost finished," she spoke quietly, glancing up at him. It was nearly three months later now, and he was still making excuses.

"Are you now?" He grinned against her neck, "My lips that good, Bug?"

"With my homework," she clarified with a roll of her eyes. He only let out a soft chuckle as he pressed open-mouth kisses to her shoulder. He couldn't be more thankful for the tank top she was wearing.

"You think you could wait another ten minutes?" Her voice was soft as she asked the question. She didn't want to give in when she was so close to finally finishing her work.

"No," he answered honestly. Wordlessly, he pulled her chair out, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He slipped into the small nook under her desk and kneeled before her. His misty grey eyes met hers.

"We can both get what we want, though." His tone was low as his fingers trailed to the waistline of her joggers.

"Sirius..." She trailed off. Sirius, yes? Sirius, no? Sirius, wait? Sirius, please? She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was lifting her hips so he could slide her pants down.

He could feel her quickening pulse under his lips as he kissed her inner thigh. Sirius worked slowly, never once taking his eyes off of her as he delved further between her thighs towards her clothed heat. Nimble, callused finger yanked at her panties. He was gentle with her as he let them fall down her legs; it was like he was delicately plucking away petals from a flower. Even when she was fully exposed to him, he remained where he was, nibbling at the flesh of her thighs. It took him a minute or two teasing a few whines to give in.

"Oh, God." Was her cry when he finally pressed his lips to her folds. His tongue licked a stripe from the bottom of her cunt all the way to her clit where he focused his attention.

"I like the new nickname," he grinned up at her, halting his actions, "Am I your God now, Bug?"

She was halfway through grumbling at him when another moan tumbled from her mouth. Sirius was good, far too good. He had decades of experience under his belt and could find how to make anyone tic within seconds. Pride bloomed in his chest as her hands clawed their way into his long, black hair. Homework forgotten, she let herself fall into the trap he'd so easily set.

Before, he'd thought about silencing her, now, all he could think about was finding a way to make her louder. He fed off the sounds she made, relished in the shaky breaths and whimpers. His hands held her thighs apart with an iron grip. There would likely be bruises there next morning, but he didn't care. In fact, he pressed further, icy fingers burning marks into her skin.

"Sirius," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

"I know, love, I know," he cooed, "Are you gonna cum for me?" He didn't wait for a response. His tongue slipped into her, prodding at her hole before returning to her clit. He knew she was getting close—the sound of her blood pumping rapidly mixed with the clenching of both her thighs and walls gave it away.

She came undone on him, soaking his his face from the nose down. He helped her come down with a few gentle licks and soothing rubs against her legs. If he wasn't undead, his heart would've exploded at the way she looked at him. It was selfish to keep her to himself like this. It was wrong to leave her ruined.

"Finish up your homework, Bug. I'm gonna need you to return that favor."

It was wrong, and Sirius couldn't care less.

[notmozzi]

Dva and Kiriko keeping their relationship a secret?👀👀👀 (it can be wholesome or nsfw up to you!)

Kiriko x D.Va Hiding Their Relationship HCs (NSFW ahead)

A/N: had fun with this one. love my girls <3 art by ratazki on twitter!

——————

• Kiriko and Hana began their relationship not long after Kiriko had joined Overwatch. The two immediately hit things off, and after a few secret dates here and there, Kiriko eventually got the guts to ask her favorite pilot to be her girlfriend. Hana had never been so giddy.

• Of course, both women aren’t exactly dead-set on letting everyone know of their relationship right away. Especially with Kiriko already focused on getting to know members of the team. It’d be pretty odd to introduce yourself as the girl dating someone they’d been working with for years, so keeping it a secret is a given. At least for a little while.

• The two enjoy spending their free time together playing video games or cooking (Kiriko being the cook and Hana being the taste-tester). So it isn’t unusual to see the two disappear after missions (assuming they’re stable), training sessions, or meetings.

• Genji, Angela, Fareeha, Cassidy and Lena are the only ones 100% convinced about their uncomfirmed relationship. There are others who are suspicious, though, like Lucio.

• Kiriko loves being a tease with Hana, and she often does so in front of the others with subtle touches. Brushing the back of her hand against Hana’s, getting up behind her closely when she wants to observe what Hana’s doing- things like that. Seeing Hana’s face go crimson never gets old.

• Hana, on the other hand, enjoys teasing verbally. Choice words to get Kiriko flustered, like little compliments that to others seem platonic, but to Kiriko are far from it.

———

“I’ll never understand how you throw them daggers like that, fox girl.” Cassidy took a sip of his bourbon, clearing his throat with a gruff cough as he gestured towards Kiriko with a nod. Glancing at the others across the room, being Reinhardt, Angela, Lena and Jack, the cowboy let out a low chuckle. “She’s got skill, that’s for sure.”

“You bet.” Jack replied with a smirk, nodding towards Kiriko like a proud father. The newcomer, upon realizing all eyes were on her, sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck with a hand, murmuring a small “thanks” and smiling warmly.

Hana however, being right beside to her, noticed this, and decided to add in a word of her own.

“Couldn’t have said it any better,” she quipped, expression bright as she leaned over the island counter, “I’ve been telling her how good she is with her hands.”

Watching Kiriko’s face turn that red that fast made Hana Song’s entire year. This moment was also Cassidy’s final straw in his raising suspicions.

———

• The two never take major risks. Subtle, chaste kisses here and there, sure, and the occasional words of affection will get thrown around in the form of subtle whispers. The two truly don’t want to get found out any time soon, and while it is fun to fool around, they know to be careful.

• Well…except for that one time.

———

“Mnn…mnnnph-!”

“Shh…Hana, I know. I’m right here.”

Hana, sounds muffled by Kiriko’s palm over her mouth, was currently pinned to a bathroom door, writhing against it as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her legs were pried open by a single hand between them; a flustered mess, the pilot brought a hand up to hold on tightly to her girlfriend’s jacket, whining words like “yes,” “faster,” “fuck.” Eyes half-lidded, weak sounds of need fell past her covered lips, her breathing erratic.

Kiriko, eyes dilated at the sight of her lover like this, kept her gaze focused on Hana’s sopping wet heat, her fingers working swiftly to bring the brunette to her peak. “You’re doing so good, Hana…” She murmured coolly, smirking a little as she finally looked up to make eye contact.

The sheer need in Hana’s eyes made the taller woman feel truly primal, god, she loved seeing her girlfriend submit. Especially in these circumstances. Kiriko prided herself on being a responsible young woman, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to put her girlfriend in her place when her tone practically asked for it. Regardless of their whereabouts.

Currently, the couple was at a mission after-party. And the entirety of Overwatch was outside of this very bathroom. The only bathroom.

Hana and Kiriko were no strangers to quickies. But this was definitely the closest they’d ever gotten to being caught. Hana had been teasing Kiriko all night, and the former vigilante had simply had enough. Hana was bold for assuming Kiriko wouldn’t bend her over the bathroom counter and finger her while making her watch.

But door sex would suffice, too.

Gasping for air, Hana managed to pull her mouth free from Kiriko’s hand for just a moment, rambling eagerly, “God, Kiri…y-you’re so-”

“-So what, bunny?” Kiriko breathed sensually, bringing her lips to one of Hana’s ears as her fingers continued moving rhythmically against her pulsating walls. “Use your words.”

Hana let out a high-pitched moan into her hand, her hips bucking as Kiriko began curling her fingers into her g-spot.

“You’re…so m-mean…” she was barely audible through the suppression of Kiriko’s palm on top of the whimper lacing her words. Kiriko’s other hand was braced against the door Hana was up against, rendering the pilot completely trapped. It was addicting, feeling preyed on by the shrine maiden. And Hana, though she liked to be stubborn about it, was enthused to submit to her.

Smirking, Kiriko pressed a kiss to the side of Hana’s face, purring teasingly, “You know you like it.” Then, another kiss, this time to her lips. Pulling away, she sped up her ministrations, and Hana’s body felt light and fuzzy as her peak crept up on her.

“Go ahead. Cum for me.”

And Hana absolutely obeyed. Nobody questioned how exhausted she looked after leaving the restroom.

[sleepingdeath-light]

butter roll cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; shadowsalone / pj simp anon (28/04/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; butter roll cookie

outline ; “if you're really okay with opening requests back up, I wanna slide in with butter roll smut hcs and dating hcs before someone else does 😂”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!butter roll cookie, submissive-leaning!reader insert, sadist!butter roll cookie, overstimulation, edging, begging, praise kink, bondage (various forms described), sensory play (various forms described), sensory deprivation (various forms described)

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he’s a dominant by nature and taking charge in the bedroom, to torment or ravish you, is something that comes pretty naturally to him — though if you plead your case well enough and put up a good enough fight then he can be convinced to try out reversing your roles every once in a while… for science, of course

it’s that same willingness to switch things up every now and then that makes him more comfortable bottoming for you when you ask him to do so — most of the time he’s topping, and that’s what he prefers, but he doesn’t mind making the occasional exception for you

butter roll cookie is very keenly aware of what you do and do not enjoy, the rhythms and motions and touches that bring you the most pleasure, how long you’re able to last before breaking, and he’s been known to make good use of that knowledge both to overstimulate you until you’re too far gone to think, and to edge and tease you until you’re sobbing and gritting your teeth and aching to be granted release in whatever form that may take — all of this makes him not only a wonderful lover, but also a frustratingly fantastic tease when he’s in the mood to do so

edging specifically is one of his favourite things to incorporate (maybe because of his slight sadistic streak…), and he’s just as likely to torment and edge and deny you until you’re sobbing and begging for reprieve as he is to fuck you until you’re too overstimulated to think — really it’s 50/50 depending on what kind of day he’s had beforehand

he lives to experiment and is pretty much always up for trying new things with you — whether that means testing out a new position, incorporating a new kink, testing out the logistics of fucking in a new location, or anything else, as long as he’s got your approval he’s happy to start mixing things up

he has a particular fondness for bondage in its various forms and it’s something that he tends to incorporate quite often into play with you — of course there’s the fact that restraining you makes experimentation and other forms of play much easier and safer because you’re not as easily able to squirm away and throw him off, but it also provides him with a whole new set of variables to mess with (type of restraints, material used, type of knots, weight of material, bars/no bars, suspension/no suspension, height of suspension, position you’re restrained in, amount of restraints, etc.) and that just makes his mind wander in all the right ways

butter roll cookie is extremely vocal in the bedroom, always having something to say about this thing or that: low muttering about variables and reactions as he adjusts your body’s position and whatever he’s using on you, earnest upbeat praise about how well you’re doing (he’s always very liberal with his praise), whispers of encouragement about how you can go a little longer for him punctuated with both a chaste kiss on your cheek and a teasing pat on your thigh or backside, teasing remarks about how he knows you can do better than that when you’re finally starting to crack and beg him for what you want, and so on.

he loves it when you beg for him, especially if you’re crying when you do so, because it just does wonderful things to his ego and satisfies him like few other things can — that being said he does just enjoy the sound of his name coming from your lips during sex and foreplay so this appreciation may just be an extension of that

sensory play, and it’s close cousin sensory deprivation, are possibly the two things that he loves to experiment the most with when it comes to your sex life — both have an array of variables for him to experiment with (which is always a win in his books) and they also allow him to have a greater level of control over you, especially when combined with bondage

blindfolds and gags are easy to get and incorporate into a scene (and he takes great pains to find a version of each that you like and that you can comfortably use for a longer period of time), earplugs are a bit more of a pain but not impossible, but eventually when he decides to go the full nine yards and try and get you into a full sensory deprivation tank that’s when he needs to get a bit creative — thankfully he knows people that can make one that’s safe, functional, and the right size to fit you and allow him to observe you, but it takes a long while for the final product to get back to you both for its first long day of… shall we call it ‘testing’?

when it comes to sensation play his favourites are things like experimenting with temperatures (hot or cold water, heating and cooling specific toys before using them on you, etc.), and with textures (wrapping a material that’s new but that he knows you won’t expressly disapprove of around his hand before using it to pleasure you, tracing a feather along your thighs when he goes down on you, etc.) in order to observe your reactions and figure out exactly what you enjoy and why you enjoy it — partially for the sake of science itself, partially because he wants to be a good partner, but 100% done with you and you alone in mind

[le-panda-chocovore]

ShiuToji Lovers I have a new gift for you

The thing with Toji is that the man is a bastard. He is a pure asshole with no shame or morals. He loves violence and gore, he kills people for fun and doesn't make an exception for women and children. He's a freeloader too, he chooses carefully his victims and uses his charms to crash at their place for a night or a week. When he leaves, there's always some money and food lacking from their place. He feels no remorse about that. Let him in your home for five minutes and he'd find something to take. He can't be trusted with anything, except for the work he's so good at.

Shiu knows that. He knew that since the moment he met the man. Toji wasn't a respectable person, he wasn't someone he wanted to be associated with on a personal level. He was the best man when Shiu had a job to give, but the worst for almost anything else.

That doesn't stop Shiu from sleeping with him occasionally. Because if there's one thing Toji can do better than killing, it's fucking.

But the other thing with Toji, which kinda is Shiu's main problem right now, is that this asshole becomes the most adorable person once his desires are fully satisfied. He's extremely lovely after an orgasm, he gives the best aftercare Shiu has ever experienced. And he's super soft and sweet when he just wakes up and is still half asleep.

So now the sorcerer killer was cuddling against him, his head hidden in Shiu's shoulder but it didn't stop Shiu from feeling the soft lips caressing his naked skin. Toji leaves kisses on him like a bee flies from flower to flower to collect pollen, with care and airiness. He makes his path to Shiu's jaw, kissing it dearly, and the man can only melt under that attention.

"You're making it very hard for me, you know ?" Shiu whispers before his brain can stop the words. He used to be able to control himself, but now every touch weakens him. Makes him want to pour his heart open for the man he calls to kill people.

Toji's hand gently strokes Shiu's hip and brings him closer, as if their bodies weren't already glued together. Toji's lips end on the corner of Shiu's mouth and both of them let out a pleasant sigh.

"What am I making hard ?" Toji asks with the low voice of a man who just woke up. Shiu felt his heart aching.

Trying to not fall in love with you, he almost says, but he manages to keep the thought to himself. He can't let him know. He can't let himself fall for a man whose only use of romance and attraction is to have a place to sleep.

"My dick," he says instead, because it's easier to pretend that all of this is just for sex. That their relationship doesn't actually exist outside of the silent deal they have.

Despite Toji's lovely kisses and soft caresses and tight hugs, despite his sweet smile and his calm voice when they're alone in that apartment, they aren't a couple. And they are not going to be one.

"Oh yeah ?" Toji laughs, and the sound is so precious to Shiu's ear that he has to hold his breath. "Wanna go again ?"

Another kiss, on Shiu's lips this time, makes his heart stop. Maybe Toji is planning to kill him. Maybe that was his plan all along. If so, it is working. And honestly, Shiu won't complain about that way of dying.

"Sure, if you're in the mood."

It's not hard to pretend he just wants to fuck. Toji is incredibly sexy and attractive so it's not really a lie. Shiu already wants him.

"Get me in the mood and I'll make it good for you then~"

And the asshole bites Shiu's lips like a hungry whore. With a moan, Shiu reached down to grab the bastard's cock and choke it without too much strength. Toji let his lip go and went for the tongue, making the other man moan louder. He knows exactly how to make Shiu react and is fully playing with that. Not that Shiu is complaining.

It's easy to change the mood, to go from a softy morning to a horny one. It's easy to distract himself from the panic of his heart by choking on his secret crush's massive cock. It's easy to shut the romantic thoughts with lewd noises.

It's less easy to let the man go after. When the sun has fully risen and both of them are clothed and up, the magic is gone. Shiu knows Toji doesn't like him back, so he lights up his cigarette and closes his eyes when the man leaves. He tells himself that he should stop playing that game because he's really falling and the contact with the ground will be brutal. He won't recover from that hurt.

But when Toji finds his way on him again a few weeks later, two hands on his ass and a range of teeth planted in his shoulder, Shiu can't resist.

What a bastard, really.

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day three emotionalistic ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 570.

There are only a few hours, pinned somewhere deep in the sleep shift right before Knowhere’s artificial dawn, that the streets are relatively empty and quiet. Rocket’s sleep schedule is erratic at best, but you know — of all the times in the rotation — this is when he’s most likely to be awake.

You find him out on the observation deck, alone — perched with his feet hanging over the ledge, only an arm span from the intangible barrier that shields the entire city and its manufactured atmosphere from the inhospitable void of space. It’s like a bubble, you think — protecting everything inside. 

You don’t try to quiet your footsteps, knowing Rocket can probably identify you by your stride alone, and by the smell of your hair. The tempo of your heart, even — at least from this distance. And any effort to be quiet would only raise his hackles, ping those deeply-hidden instincts of his that are always on the alert for bigger predators.

“Hey, stranger,” you say instead, and lower yourself to the ledge beside him. You’re not quite brave enough or foolish enough to hang your feet off the edge with him — you’re not sure how the fabricated gravity would work in this situation, but you know the vertigo is real. 

“Hey,” he grunts, and takes a swallow of the blubber ale he’s been nursing since Mantlo’s closed a couple hours earlier. Wordlessly, he offers you the bottle, and you tilt your head before accepting. 

You regret it immediately.

“What the fuck is that? Battery acid?”

He snickers but doesn’t say anything, accepting the bottle back one-handedly — burning red eyes still locked on a distant asterism. Minutes tread past on whisper-soft feet. Silently, the two of you watch the stars swirl by: the sweeping clouds of stardust, the quiet moons. 

“Why’re you here?” he rasps at last. His voice brushes against the sky: velvet on velvet, broken only by a scattering of crushed-up diamond dust. 

You shrug. “Thought you might be lonely.”

He snorts, and the sound is bitter. “Only when I’m breathing.” 

“Mm,” you acknowledge, trying not to show him the twist in your ribs at his response. “Well, then. I guess I’ll keep trying to keep you company, if you keep trying to keep breathing.”

He tilts his head and leans against the lower railing. “Only if you bring drinks next time.”

“Sure,” you say easily. “I’d better. Otherwise we’re just gonna end up punishing ourselves with blubber ale.”

He huffs something close to a laugh, except it sounds like it hurts. 

The silence grows, and the quiet of the dark sky curls into your bones. There’s the muted slosh of Rocket’s drink, and the occasional clink of his claws on the glass. An hour passes — maybe more — and he makes a stifled little sound, so deep behind his collarbones that you’re not even sure he knows it’s escaped. You cast a sideways glance at him, and you can see the silvering on the rim of his eyes, the glassy tracks of tears underneath his fur: gleaming rivers in nighttime forests. 

His eyes slant up to yours, and he winces when he sees you noticing. But you don’t say anything. You only lean back on your hands and sway to one side, bumping his shoulder gently with your warm upper arm, creating a little intangible barrier of your own — a bubble around you and Rocket, protecting everything inside. 

for the first time in the history of the universe my word count went down between prompts. holy shit

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[biscuitsngravie]

Our Eternity

cw/tw: vampire!gojo, blood, blood drinking, satoru x suguru, accidental fluff

Summary: Gojo says he's a vampire. Geto "believes" him until he one day he's met with a starved beast in his kitchen.

Part Two

The two lay in bed, Gojo snuggled into Getou’s chest, his breath rising and falling ever so gently. The fingers massaging his scalp with occasional twirls of his hair coax him further into the abyss of sleep. His stubbornness, much like an unruly newborn, wills him to stay awake. He feels rumbling in Geto’s chest before he hears the hushed chuckle. Rubbing his face into his boyfriend’s side and tightening his grip around him, Gojo sleepily asks, “Whats so funny?”

Geto smiles and kisses the top of his head. “I’m on TikTok, you wanna see?” he offers as he prepares what he really wants to say. He brings the phone to Gojo’s face when he feels an affirmative hum, unsurprised his boyfriend can barely keep his eyes open. “You should get some sleep,” he whispers, a kiss to the forehead this time. 

“Don’t wanna,” Gojo grumbles in protest, “wanna spend time with you.” he nuzzles in the crook Geto’s armpit, as though that’s the way he can finally fuse with him. Being this close is never close enough, even with his body clinging to him as desperately as drops of morning dew on a young sprout.If Geto won’t turn, the least he could do is let Gojo live in his skin.

Geto takes the hint and puts his phone off to the side, enveloping Gojo in his embrace. He sighs as he does so, feeling Gojo become more relaxed in his arms. “You’ve been up all day and you wanna stay up all night, too? Hm? It’s already two-thirty.”

— — —

“Day.” “Night.” such trivial words these were, said without a second thought until Gojo came up to him one day saying, “I’m a vampire,” later clarifying only half on his mother’s side. At the time Geto tried to ignore the serious look in his eye, desperate to convince his dear Satoru and himself that the timing was ill-fitting as it was too late for April Fool’s, and too early for Halloween. 

But all it took was tiniest quiver of a lip and one soft plea for Geto to believe him. Or at least say he believed him. Though he couldn’t accept it at first, whatever Satoru was going through was real to him, and that’s all that mattered. 

Except… he’s actually a fucking vampire. 

“But I’ve seen you in the sun?!”

“Pfft, not everyone burns in the sun, Sugu, I don’t have that gene.”

“But what about fangs?”

“Retractable.”

“We had garlic bread last week!”

“Ugh, that was a myth. This one guy was allergic and it started a whole thing,” he waved off, rolling his eyes, “Honestly it was  a meme, but humans got a hold of it—”

“You guys had memes?!”

At that Gojo had scoffed. “Yes! We didn’t have a word for it, yet, but yeah. We wanted to see how long it would take for you guys to figure it out. It’s been… a couple hundred years now…”

The flurry of questions and come when Gojo stumbled in after a seventy-four hour shift at the hospital. His limitless battery working on surgery after surgery following a train derailing had finally drained. Though his stamina was far beyond that of any vampire and undoubtedly above any humans, the mental strain and extensive procedures were his perfect counter. It only made sense that he’d mistakenly wandered into Geto’s apartment unannounced using his copy of the key. Geto was startled awake from a bang and incoherent grumbling. 

“Where the fuck is it?!”

Rushing to his kitchen in nothing but his boxers he saw it: pointed ears, extended claws, bared fangs and pupils that sat as slits in deep maroon eyes. He seemed bigger than usual, despite being hunched slightly in aggravation, in hunger. A low growl escaped him before his expression of anger was replaced by that of confusion. He blinked a few times before speaking, not bothering to wipe the drool dripping down his chin. His face softened, though his features remained sharp. “Suguru? What are you doing here?”

Geto couldn’t process the question at first, trying to take it all in: the adrenaline from thinking someone broke into his home; the relief that it was his boyfriend being stupid, only to find him like…this. A million thoughts raced through his mind, yet none were voiced from his mouth as it hung agape. 

Holy shit. He’s actually a vampire.

“I-It’s… my apartment…”

Gojo looked at him incredulously at first before taking a look around. Groaning in embarrassment, he slapped his hand to his face, making Geto wonder how he hadn’t poked an eye out. “Fuck I’m…” his posture straightened as he tried to hide his features, forcing them to retract. “Shit, did I wake you?”

“What were you looking for?” he almost wanted to kick himself in his own ass for asking such a stupid question, so followed up with, “I can help you.”

If Geto had hearing anywhere near the quality of Gojo’s he’d have heard the vampire’s heart beating so wildly it sounded as if it was daring to jump out his chest. Drool trickled out the corners of both sides of his mouth, his tongue helplessly flapping around as he imagined what Geto tasted like. It wouldn’t be the first time, and quite honestly, with his level of smelling Gojo could almost construct a flavor profile. But this, being offered—

“Satoru?”

The thought of how nice it would be. When was the last time he had a taste? Warm, fresh from—

“You there?”

His fangs bared again, his claws and ears slowly peeking through as he dizzied himself with the possibilities. The places he’d bite. How. It wasn’t until Geto flicked his forehead to bring him back to reality. He was shaken back to reality to see a disgruntled Geto. 

“Go sit on the couch. Now.”

Aimlessly nodding, he followed hand in hand. When sat he had watched as Geto fiddled with his own hands at first, his leg bouncing as he tried to adjust. Shaky hands combed through ever still unfettered bedhead as a form of self-soothing before finally sweeping his hair to one side, his eyes looking expectantly at Gojo before looking downward.

“Are…” Gojo bit his lip, covered in saliva that was ever pouring out now as he listened to the racing of Geto’s heart, the beat starting to resemble his own. He grabbed Geto’s hand and interlaced their fingers. “Are you sure?”

“What…” Geto took a deep breath in futility to calm his heart, “what happens if you don’t drink…blood?” it took a moment for him to look up at Gojo, to really take him in. He looked so… so different. So angular, so hungry, starved even. The red in his eyes taking over the blue Geto was used to seeing almost felt scary, and yet…yet he looked just the same. Just like his Satoru.

Seeing Geto’s gaze soften, Gojo took the chance to get closer to him on the couch. “Well… first we get really irritable—”

“You don’t say,” Geto snorted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo chuckled in slight embarrassment, squeezing his hand. “And depending on how long it’s been, our bodies go into like… this ‘survival’ mode, kind of. We don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s like… all our senses are heightened to find blood. As much of it as we can, as soon as we can. And if that goes on for too long, we kinda go…” wary of scaring him, Gojo decided to keep the details to himself, grateful when he received an understanding nod. “Yeah.”

Geto thought everything over for some time and sighed to himself, resolute in his decision. “Your house is too far, I don’t think you’d make it so…” he bared his neck once again and hoped he didn’t come off as stiff as he felt. 

In his right mind, Gojo would have argued with him, assured him that he’d make it home just fine. He would have teased him, telling him that drinking from the neck is a silly little human thing. He would have had so much to say. But he wasn’t. He was a slave to his body and his needs, and more than anything, there was only one thought on repeat in his head. 

Feed.

Closing the gap between them, he took Geto’s face in his hand to turn his face back towards him, smiling as softly as he could before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A silent thank you hung between them when they pulled away. Gojo kept eye contact as he untangled their fingers and brought Geto’s wrist to his mouth. 

He watched as his eyes widened at the realization, then contorted in pain as his fangs sunk beneath his skin. Gojo could hear it, feel it in his pulse as Geto’s heart raced. He brought a hand to his cheek to soothe him, willing him to breathe. He placed his hand over Geto’s chest and began modeling slowed breaths, waiting for him to come down with him. As Geto followed suit, the real event began, as Gojo began to drink. 

The initial pierce of skin was already tantalizing, but to taste him, to feel him. The warmth against his tongue and in his throat was like a high in itself, making his skin tingle and his vision blur as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He was savory, a slight saltiness underlying his complex flavor. Gojo grunted in satisfaction, moving his hand from Geto’s chest to his thigh to keep himself steady. As some of the blood leaked from beneath his lips, the smell wafted into his nostrils, causing a moan to vibrate between the two of them. 

In his right mind he would’ve checked on his Suguru, would have searched his face for discomfort, asked questions on if he needed a break. In his right mind, Gojo would’ve stopped a minute ago, trying to take very little to keep his boyfriend from suffering side effects apart from dizziness. But in his right mind he was not. He wanted to take take take. He needed it, he needed to feed. He was already so greedy for everything Geto had to offer him, and this was no exception. 

When Gojo pulled back with a glaze over his eyes, his irises returning to his signature blue, all he could do was smile dopily as he met tired eyes. He licked the wounds to encourage them to close and nuzzled his mostly clean cheek against Geto’s. “M’sorry,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” Geto responded weakly. “Are you good now? All your,” he gestured haphazardly, his arms feeling as fragile as twigs as he did, “stuff disappeared.”

“I am, thank you. So much.”

Geto only hummed in response, already at threat of dozing off. “Is poppin’ a boner while feeding a vampire thing, too?” he asked cheekily, assuming his own answer when Gojo changed a few hues. 

“Uh… that’s just a me thing,” a Suguru thing, to be quite honest. “Why, you wanna take care of it?” he asked with a smirk, kissing the two small dots on his wrist.

Getou glared through his delirium. “You want my blood and for me to take care of your boner? Never knew I was dating someone so selfish—”

“You offered!”

“Yeah cause you looked like shit!”

“Well now you look like shit!”

“Well whose fault is that?!”

Gojo rolled his eyes as he stood up, gathering an uncharacteristically willing Geto in his arms to carry him back to his bed. “Let’s get you back to sleep.”

“I’m not a baby,” he grumbled, his voice too soft to hold a real argument anymore as he drifted.

“You’re mine.”

“Fuck you.”

“When you feel better.”

— — —

That was three years ago. Feeding had become a bonding time for the two as Geto learned about vampire culture. He learned about the nuances of the use of the terms “night” and “day,” and spent copious hours studying the history and biology of hereditary and turned vampirism. He’d spent so much time telling Gojo no to his one request since he’d disclosed his status, scared of more things than a man could count (though maybe not a vampire). His brain was once foggy and muddied with the thoughts that would no longer pass through, but make camp in his mind. Once the internal council came to a conclusion, peace finally took stake in his heart. 

July 25

“Satoru…” he says so softly that the only weight it holds is everlasting fondness. “I think I’m ready to turn.”

Gojo’s eyes snap open.

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an: so this was supposed to be a smut piece but i wrote fluff by accident. part two will have the smut, dont u worry! 🫡 im uploading this part rn tho instead of waiting till tomorrow to start it cause i am impatient 🫡 this is a mini fic spinoff from my original nanami vamp fic that im not uploading anymore dsofoshdl

[sensei-venus]

Moonlight (1/?) (Alpha Werewolves! OG Cobra Gang/Chubby!Omega Werewolf!Reader

(Unedited) (Adding tw and tags later, I'm tired )

“What the fuck am I doing out here... I should have never agreed to do this stupid bet with those girls. Now I'm stuck in the middle of these dark woods, in the middle of the night all by myself. I'm so stupid!” I whisper to myself.

I should have never that bet with those girls from school. I just wanted to fit in with the new crowd but this wasn't the best idea looking back on it. I should have just played a round of truth or dare it something. Right now I would rather be at home in my nice warm bed knowing I took a L by not doing this stupid bet. But I was oh so stupid, laughing it off when they bet me to come out to these “haunted woods” in the middle of the night to show off.

Ali tried to be nice and told me not to go, that this was just a little hazing thing they did to everyone. Well to all the girls who wanted to join their little group. I brushed her off and announced that I would go, that it wasn't that big of a deal and that I could easily pass the test they where throwing at me. She was a little off put but let me go on my way.

Now I was really wishing I had taken her advice and just said no.

The woods were dark with the only exception being the bright moon above the trees. The bright light of the full moon seeped in from over the treetops and trickled onto the ground below. The sound of owls and birds in the trees, ruffling the beaches and leaves. Random animals and bugs chipping and moving around.

The only sounds are the occasional sound of animals going about their nocturnal business and the sound of my feet.

“Where is this stupid rest stop at? The girl said that it should be a mile or so out in the wood but I haven't seen any sign of it. Please tell me I haven't been going around in circles..” I groan to myself as I walk faster. Hoping I could find this stupid rest stop and go back to my car. The girls said that there should be a little shelf thing at the rest stop that has pamphlets on the area. I just had to bring one back to prove I actually went out to the woods.

“Shit...I think I'm actually off the path, maybe I went too far. I have no idea how long I have actually been out here for.” my voice is filled with worry this time as I try to do a one-eighty on where I'm at. I only won't off the path for a minute, I can't be that to far away. I walked faster through the trees, the sound of snapping twigs filling the air as I crushed them with my sneakers. If I could just find the path I should be just fine. That's what I tell myself as I walk deeper into the woods. After a little while I find myself out of the brush of the woods and in a more clear space, a small clearing of just a few feet. Sighing I look around to see if I can find the path again.

Squinting I see something in the distance, something large like a building. Maybe a cabin? But who builds a cabin out in the woods like these, I thought the place was owned by the state. I decided to walk closer I find that I was right, it is a cabin. It's small, maybe a one-bedroom type thing. It looks old and abandoned as the wood is peeling and hunks are missing from around the edging. The thing definitely had better days with the way it was falling apart. Getting closer I can see in the moonlight that it's falling apart, all around it is scratched up. Eyes wide at the claw marks of some kind of animal dug into the wood.

I circle around the building hoping to find something that might tell me how far I am from the entrance of the woods, maybe where some of the trails are so I could find my way back to the entrance. There is nothing that might suggest that it belongs to the park. My hope is slowly starting to fade by the second.

As I round the front of the cabin I find something strange, at least in my opinion. Next to the barely still hanging door is a metal plaque. It's covered in dirt and grime but I grip the end of my shirt and use it to rub the filth off. Once clean I can see it a bit better.

My blood runs cold as I read the words our loud.

“Warning Werewolves”

That had to be a sick joke some other teens pulled right? Put a stupid sign on a old ass cabin in the woods to scare people. They probably use the cabin as a hidout. Get drunk in the goss-ass cabin, maybe get high and have sex or something. Yeah, that's it right? Werewolves aren't really. Only weird ass conspiracy theorists and those supernatural wack jobs think they are real at this point, and little kids on Halloween. I snort as I shake my head at the sign.

It's almost as if someone knew I was thinking that because a second later I hear the loud howl of what is probably a wolf nearby.

My heart sinks at the sound and I can feel myself start to sweat a bit. Palms starting to get clammy  and my breathing picking up. My chest started to feel tight as I whipped around to look back at the open field. There was nothing there but those loud screaming howls were close and I knew it. I had to get the hell out of these woods now. Looking around one more time I bolted away from the cabin and back the way I came. I tried my best to run and not fall over any of the objects on the floor of the woods. Dodging branches and piles of leaves, trying not to trip over the occasional vine. My chest heaved as I ran as fast as I could, the cold air doing little to keep me cool.

All I could hear now was my own hear beat.

Then the sound of howls getting closer and closer to me.

Please I don't want to die to wolves!

I don't know how long I ran but the whole time I swear I could hear them. The wolves. Drawing closer and closer to me as I run. I can hear their paws hit the ground and crunching leaves. There has to be a few of them, I can hear them grunting and howling at different moments. It's like my brain is on autopilot, I just have to get away from them. Get to my car and leave! Just get as far as I can from here, forget the stupid bet I just want to live.

Being ripped apart by wolves was not on my list of ways to die.

I don't know what direction I was running I just hoped it was the right one at this point. I was getting tired and weak and I could only guess I had been running for a good few minutes. My chest was tight, but not from just anxiety and fear, but now severe exhaustion. My legs grew weaker by the minute. My tank was running on empty now.

My eyes lit up in hope as I gazed upon the glistening hood of my car. The moonlight bounced off of it just perfectly. In some kind of dumb luck I had made it back to where I had parked my car. As quickly as possible I run towards my car, making it out of the perimeter of the looming tree and onto the side of the road. Feeling around all of my pockets I found my keys. I couldn't hear the wolves anymore I wondered for only a moment if I had gotten out of their territory. Maybe I was far enough away that they no longer felt the need to chase me. My keys jingled in my hands as I pried open my car door and hopped in. Getting into the driver's seat I slammed the car door behind me and hurried to shove the key into the ignition.

With the flick of my wrist the car started at once and I hit the gas. I speed away from the woods and onto the road in seconds.

For a moment I was scared to look back but I did, I could make out the almost eerie glowing five pairs of eyes that watched my car leave.

That following Monday I went straight to the girls as soon as I got out of my car. That morning I threw all of my stuff in my backpack, leaving one lone text book for me to carry. It was gripped snugly to my side as I made my way through the small crowd of people in the hallways. I moved through them trying my best not to bump anyone along my way. I found the group of girls surrounding Ali’s locker chatting about something. I don't really care as I stormed up to them.

“You guys didn't warn me about the wolves!?!” I hissed at them. Some of them just giggled while Ali frowned and Susan rolled her eyes.

“Well duh, it's the woods what did you think was out there? They would probably feed off of you for days,” she says in a sarcastic voice followed by a high-pitched laugh. Ali is quick to shush her with an elbow to the side making her yelp and rub her stomach. She looked away and off in the other direction of me. Ali was quick to say “I'm sorry we should have told you but it did slip my mind. The wolves only come out during the full moon out there. I completely for there was one that was supposed to happen yesterday. I'm really sorry Reader.” her voice sounds genuine. She folds her arms up and looks a bit sad at my reaction.

“It's ok...but they definitely were out last night and they did chase me to my car. I didn’t get the stupid pamphlet. They chased me all the way back tothe edge of the woods. Luckily they stopped once I got in my car, but I'm telling you it was weird.”

Susan looked back at me with wide eyes just like Ali was.

“It's weird enough that they where chasing you in the first place. What could be weirder then that?” she says.

“When I looked back at the woods while I was driving away... I swear I saw them watching me leave. What was even freakier, I swear their eyes were glowing. My stomach is already getting all twisted just trying to remember the way they were long at me.” I shiver at the mental image. Their eyes burned into my mind forever.

Ali looked at Susan for a moment saying “I don't think we should make girls go out there anymore. It was all a big joke but of they are trying to go after people now we can't let people go out there. Reader that is the first time they have every tried to attack anyone. You have to believe us, we didn't know they would come for you.”

“Yeah usually they just make a lot of noise and scare the girls off when they go out there. They have never tried to attack anyone.” Susan says, some of the other girls nod from experience. I could only nod, as long as they didn't send anyone else out there I was happy.

“We should put this behind us. Reader your ok, let's just get to class...” Ali says trying to change the topic. Everyone nods and starts to split off to go to their own classes. Luckily I had Ali in my first period along with Susan so we could head off to class together. The two of them started to talk about something but I slowly started to tone them out as we walked. I walked next to them in silence as we made out way down the hall together.

I couldn't shake this weird feeling that started to bubble up inside me.

As much as I never wanted to go back to those sickly creepy woods. Terror would fill me as I even think about going back there. I can't get over this new feeling that eats at the back of my mind. My heart pounding in my chest.

Something tells me to go back, it pulls at me.

Dutch absolutely destroys the toothpick he's been chewing on for the last two minutes, spiting it out on the ground.

“Dude don't do that shot next to my bike, I don't want your nasty ass spit on my new paint job.” Johnny almost barks out. He rolls his eyes as he pulls out a new toothpick. Stuffing it between his lips and chewing on it again. His mind is in a whole different world. Johnny finishes dusting off his bike before standing up again. The other boys are crowded around him and his bike in the school parking lot.

“So are we just going to ignore what happened on Sunday or...” Tommy say with no hesitation. Jimmy and Bobby nod as they look to their leader. Dutch also quirks a brow at the blond. He looks at them before huffing and saying “So there was a omega out in the woods who ran off from us. So what?”

“Well that's never happened before.”

“She smelled fresh, unmatted.”

“Why would she come to the woods and then just run away? Those woods are literally known as the biggest wolf playground in this side of the valley. Why come and then just bolt without having any fun~” Dutch wiggles his eyebrows and gets a slap to the chest from Bobby who is definitely not amusement. Of course Dutch has to have his own in the gutter.

Johnny rolls his eyes “You guys are acting like I'm supposed to have all the answers. I can't read her mind on why she ran away from us. Mayshe just wasn't interested. I'm pretty sure she didn't even try to transform before getting away. Am I kinda pissed? Yeah. But it's what ever I guess.”

“She smelled really good...like REALLY good,” Bobby says embarrassed, his cheeks flushing pink as he thinks about it. Trying his best to remember exactly how warm and sweet the omega smelled last night. Her scent was all over the woods.

“But it was kinda light... Maybe, maybe she doesn't know how to transition yet?” Tommy exclaimed. “Maybe she was embarrassed because she couldn't fully transform yet so when she heard us and then saw us she got embarrassed and freaked out. She ran off because she didn't want us to see her, like you know, naked at stuff just yet.”

Jimmy scratches at his chin as he thinks about it, for once Tommy made a good point. Most of the time he had scatter brained ideas that never come out too much. But for once one of his ideas actually made some sense.

“He might be right her scent was super light even for being in the full moon. Maybe she just hit her werewolf puberty and downs know how to transform yet.”

“But shouldn't her parents or family members have shown net how to transition and then transform of thats the case.”

“Well I mean some people don't have that privilege. Maybe she doesn't have anyone to show her how to. It's possible that she was out there last night to try and practice? Perhaps she didn’t think about there being other wolves out. Just saying.“ Jimmy shrugged. There was a long pause as they all thought the new explanation over in their heads. It did make a lot of sense when they really gave it a good thought.

Dutch picked himself up off the ground and dusted his wants off before grunting out “So what we just wait for her to come back to the woods during the next full moon?” he honestly didn't want to wait that long. He wanted to find the omega now and find out why she really took off. He wanted to track her down and find out the real truth.

Bobby hummed picking at the strap of his bag “I mean what else are we supposed to do? It's not like we can really go out and track her down. We didn't even know who she is or where she came from. She could be from the other side of town for all we know.” The other boys nodded which was Dutch growing under his breath. Johnny chimes in “Listen, we just wait and see if she comes back that's all we can really do at this point.“ his voice was gruff, his inner alphas itching to get out and find the omega himself.

But they wheere a pack, a package deal to anyone who was interested in getting with any of them.

Sadly they learned that the hard way when Johnny started dating Ali a year or two back. The pulling and tugging between the two parties was unbearable. The boys wanted Johnny while at the same time so did Ali. It was a never-ending battle between all of them. The two of them breaking up was for the best in the end as the boys were not willing go let the blond alpha go. Lucky for them Ali never suspected the five being in a relationship.

Ali also wasn't a werewolf like them which ultimately left a huge gap in the idea of them being in a permanent relationship.

She would never understand where he stood as a pack leader to four other alphas, along with each being in an intimate relationship with all of them. He couldn't exactly tell her he was a werewolf, it's forbidden to tell humans about their existence. All of them know that if they were ever to settle down with someone, it would have to be an omega. It would be a long shot to find one. The west side of California was a ghost town for werewolves these days as most headed east. Most of the werewolves in the valley where loners, wolves without a pack who did their own thing and tried to stay away from other werewolves in the area. The only real place to go during the full moon was the woods.

“Let's just head in already. This talk of the mysterious omega is bumming me out right now. I don't want to think about it anymore.” Bobby says with a small frown. Bobby was the more sensitive alpha of the group and the others knew it. As much as the others wanted to play of the feeling of being indirectly rejected by the mystery omega, they knew Bobby felt the worse out of all of them.

They could go on and on explaining to him that he didn't do anything wrong to chase the omega off but it would be like talking to a brink wall. He was still going to feel like shit afterwards.

With a little grumbling they all grabbed their stuff and headed into the school.

They were halfway to class when they smelled it. Johnny was the first as he did little to hide the fact that he sniffed the air. They all stopped in their tracks as they watched him. Dutch and Tommy were second to catch on and follow suit. Bobby and Jimmy could only watch for a minute or two before copying the other alphas. All of them did their best to sniff out whatever the first two alphas were smelling. Humans had their own scent that was nothing like werewolves, nothing special. They could smell another alpha a mile away, an omega even quicker.

Dutch's mouth started to water at the sweet scent that filled his nose.

“Fuck that's nice.”

“It's just as sweet as in the woods.”

“It's still super light but it is definitely there. She's not doing a good job of hiding it at all.”

“Why didn't we smell her before? Has she really been here the whole time without us knowing?”

“New plan boys, we track her down today. She is definitely somewhere in this school and we just have to find her.”

[saucyjothoughts]

I cum (ha) with virgin!boo being deflowered by Kris. Enjoy.

You weren't sure if you were ready to take him. But you can't deny the wetness between your legs, the watering of your mouth and the anticipation flowing thick through your veins.

"What do you want?" He asks, his voice soft in your ear then he presses a kiss to your skin.

"You. Please," you tell him. That's all it takes. He kisses you properly, wonderful and soft and perfect. You feel his long, delicate fingers pressing against your folds, exploring you the way you explored him, his other hand running over your back, your sides, your hair, your ass. Anywhere he can reach is his to map.

He's so slow, circling around your clit, before carefully rubbing the sensitive nub in a way that makes you gasp. Then his fingers slide lower, deeper and oh...

They press and push and explore you as you grip his arm and he kisses your neck, mumbling encouragement of how good you are for him and how wet you are.

You can feel how hard he is against you, his cock aching to be sheathed inside. You find yourself hungry for it.

You lay on your back and shiver from the cold as his body heat leaves you to find protection. He's back on you in an instant, kissing you sweetly, long limbs caging you into the bed, protective and safe.

He takes his cock in his hand and teases you with it, rubbing his length over your folds, almost pressing the tip to your entrance before moving again. You whine needily, hooking a leg over his hip to tell him what you want, that you don't want to wait. He kisses you again.

"Are you ready?" He asks, his cock in one hand, lining himself up properly. You nod.

He presses in slowly, so slowly. You've never felt this full before. He takes his time, propping himself up over you, his head occasionally dipping down to lick and suck at your skin as he pushes in more and more. He brings down a hand to run over your side, feeling your curves, your skin hot below his fingertips.

You aren't sure you can take it. Your hands grasp at his back, needing to hold on to something, anything to keep yourself tied to earth as everything narrows down to this room, this pressure, this feeling between you.

He's in fully. His balls are pressed against your ass and he moans softly as you clench around him, your body adjusting to his size but loving every moment.

"You can move," you whisper in his ear. He rolls his hips and you see stars. He pulls out gently then pushes in again, slow and steady and mind melting. You hear yourself moan, you know you babble his name, your fingers are in his hair and you crash your lips together as he fucks you.

Nothing exists except his cock pushing inside you over and over and over. You aren't even sure if you exist anymore.

It feels like you go over a waterfall when you cum around him, clenching and grasping at him, your fingernails leaving red lines on his back.

"Oh fuck, cum on my cock baby, yes, you feel so good," he's moaning as he fucks you through it, his thrusts getting faster and faster until he pushes in as deep as he can go and cries out, holding you close to him as he cums.

You stay together, pressed so close you almost can't remember where he starts and you end. His body and yours both floaty and sweaty and relaxed. He's still in you and it's only when he goes soft that he pulls out, discarding the condom and pulling you into his arms again, kissing you all over.

You felt safe and secure and loved and so very satisfied.

I might have mentioned that the Boo Collective© called for a virgin!boo x boyfriend!Kris Part Three. Thank you @hazzybat ❤️❤️

(original misli here and part two here)

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 7 - Twisted Love

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 7 - Twisted Love

chapter word count: ~3k words

~two months later~

Another sleepless night.

Chris thinks as he gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom, turning on the shower. His head hurts. He can’t remember the last time he’s had a good night sleep, and it’s all been fucking with his head.

He glances at the small bottle of pills in his cabinet.

Should he take one? A few?

Would that finally let him sleep?

He opens the bottle and shakes it in his palm, watching 3 small white pills fall out.

He contemplates for a bit more, before shaking his head and putting them right back in the pill container. Instead, he goes under the cold water of the shower and lets it hit his skin mercilessly.

He doesn’t know how much time passes while he’s in there, but he doesn’t rush either. His body grows cold and numb, and when he’s finally ready, he steps out of the shower and dries himself with a towel, before heading back to his room.

“Put something on, will you?” A familiar voice startles him, and following the sound, he sees Emilia sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Hi.” Is all he can reply, shocked by her presence. He hasn’t talked to her ever since he brought San back two months ago, except for the occasional small talk here and there.

He pulls out some pants and a shirt from his closet and puts them on, and then he turns to Emilia.

“What brings you here?” He asks and watches her carefully. She’s dressed in a black satin robe and looks anything but innocent on his bed in the middle of the night.

“I want your help.” She speaks, keeping her eyes stuck on his, while she unties the robe and lets it fall off her shoulders.

The breath hitches in Chan’s throat and he almost wants to gasp, his eyes widening.

He was not expecting Emilia to come half naked in his room after ignoring him for so many months in a row.

“You are very beautiful.” He says, admiring the sight of her in black lacy lingerie.

“Thank you.” She smiles, leaning down on the bed and spreading her legs apart.

“Let me take care of you, my love.”

She doesn’t have to say anything else for Chris to know exactly what to do. He kneels down in front of the bed and presses unsure kisses on her inner thighs as she lets her head fall back. Then, he gets more confidence as he notices that she isn’t rejecting him.

His lips reach her cunt soon enough, and for now, he doesn’t dare remove her panties. He just kisses her over the lace, listening to her shallow breaths and moans, and observing the way her hands grip the sheets with each of his kisses.

“So beautiful.” He whispers once more in-between her legs. “May I take these off?” He asks, gripping the hem of her panties.

“Yeah.”

So, he does. He takes her underwear off slowly, and then kisses his way back to her core once again, kissing her everywhere he can get his mouth on, from her toes, to her legs, to her inner thighs, and finally, her pussy.

Once he finds her naked core, he dives right in, revelling in her taste. So damn sweet, even better than he remembered, and her moans are melody to his ears.

He doesn’t even have enough time to pleasure her as good as he wanted, he doesn’t have time to even enter her with his fingers, as she comes undone fairly quickly, spreading her release all over his mouth.

“You’re so perfect.” He compliments her as she’s shivering from her orgasm, his head still between her legs, planting kisses everywhere his lips touch.

“Shit”

“Pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Chris. I really needed that.” She stands up, grabbing her robe and fastening it tightly around her body. Then, she picks up her discarded panties from the ground and puts them on.

“Thank you for coming to me.” He says, and they begin a staring contest once more.

“This love of ours… is too twisted, Chris.”

“I just want us to be happy again.”

“You kind of made sure that’s never going to happen, haven’t you?” Emilia asks, sadness lacing her tone. She wishes she could be a bit more acidic, but she finds it hard to do so, when her feelings are very much still there.

After talking with San two months ago, she decided to wait it out a bit more, to see how she continues to feel watching Chan from afar. She let him play with Ivy, she observed him, she debated this topic over and over again with San and Wooyoung, to the point where they most likely got sick of her, but she is as confused about her own feelings as she was the first time she’s seen Chris when she came back.

Could she truly forgive him?

She still doesn’t have an answer, but she knows that ignoring him will not bring her any closer to one. Sure, it was unconventional to come to him tonight and practically beg for a release, as she’s missed his body so much as well (even if she would never admit it out loud), but their relationship has always been anything but conventional, anyway.

Chris closes the distance between them and holds her hands tightly, looking right in her eyes.

“I’m learning how to become someone you can put your faith in, and I will do anything in my power to make you trust me again.”

“I don’t know, Chris… whatever you do… I think I’ll always doubt your love for me. You might as well give up. We will never be the same. I will never love you again-”

“Bullshit.” He counters. “You never stopped loving me either. I see the way you look at me. I’m not blind, Emilia.”

She averts her eyes, and he gently grabs her chin, lifting her head to make her look back at him.

“That’s not true.” She says weakly.

“You can lie to me as much as you want, love. You can keep lying to yourself, too… and you might not be able to forgive me, but I’m certain that you love me. That’s the one thing you can’t deny.”

Emilia stays silent, but Chris finally feels like he has the chance to say what’s on his mind.

“I know I’ve failed everyone. I’ve failed my dad, my mafia, and most importantly, you and our daughter. I was in the wrong, and so, when you left… it was hell, Emilia. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Nothing mattered anymore. And then you came back, and you forced me to think things over once again and see where I was wrong. I started working on myself, because I knew I had to be someone reliable to you and our daughter. But still… I wasn’t sure how to approach us. I decided to give you as much distance, as much space as you needed. I want you to know that I’ve truly changed, and I’m still improving, for you and Ivy.”

“Okay… it’s great that you’re improving yourself so much, truly. However-”

“What hasn’t changed, though, is that I still love you. More than ever before. I love you, Emilia.” He cuts her off, and Emilia’s heart starts beating faster in her chest.

For once, she’s sure of something. She wants to kiss Chris, she wants him to take away the pain, so she raises herself on her tiptoes and presses a kiss against his lips.

Why is the person she wants so much also the person who hurt her so irreparably, she wonders? Why can’t she just take a break from this pain and be happy next to him?

Why is his touch everything she needs, when it’s the last thing she should want?

It’s so painfully obvious that even after so many years, they fit together so well. Their broken hearts heal little by little with every kiss, as their hands start dancing, desperate for the other’s touch, and it’s way too easy to fall back in the familiarity of each other’s bodies.

They kiss and kiss and kiss until their mouths grow tired, and he ends up on top of her on the bed, similarly to the first night they’ve met.

This time, though, Chris is gently holding her wrists above her head, instead of them being tightly tied up by his belt, and his touches are soft and careful.

“Do you hate me?” He asks.

This time, compared to that night, she hesitates. She really thinks about it.

Does she hate him?

Did she ever hate him?

No... even that night when he broke her heart, she never found it in her to actually hate him. She was just hurt by his empty promises of staying by her side and trusting her above anyone else.

Her answer stays the same as the first night they met.

“I don’t hate you. I hate the situation I put myself in, that got me in your bed so many nights in a row years ago, and even now. I hate that I fell in love with you so hard, to the point where not being with you hurts as much as being with you. But I don’t hate you, Chris.”

“Turns out I wasn’t your key to freedom, after all. I was your demise, just as you said.”

“Quite ironic, isn’t it?” She chuckles bitterly. “You hurt me like poison, Chris. You weren’t capable of taking proper care of my heart. You didn’t know how to love me.”

“You’re right. I didn’t. But I won’t do any of the mistakes of the past, Emilia. I will also not force you to stay here if you don’t want to. However… if there’s even a little bit of your heart that still wants me… that hoped I was there for you and Ivy, that thinks you could forgive me, then… please, please stay by my side, and let me stay by yours.”

“Can I leave, then?” She chuckles, this time slightly annoyed. “You haven’t given us that choice. You’re already forcing us to be here.”

“No…” He shakes his head. “I’m not forcing you to be here. If you want to, Emi, you can go, and you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll watch over you and Ivy from a distance, just to know you’re safe and healthy, and I’ll take care of all your needs without us having to ever meet again. That’s… enough for me, if you two are happy.”

“Fuck, Chris. This hurts me more and more, like you’re twisting a knife in a wound. I don’t want it to hurt anymore” She whispers.

“I know. I’m so sorry. We’ve both suffered enough.”

He gets up, away from her.

“Think about what you want, and I will do just that.”

“What if all this waiting is in vain, hm? If I decide to leave… it will be your fault.” She presses once more.

“I’ve always thought it was stupid to let go of the one you love if you truly love them. Turns out, it wasn’t that stupid. Emilia, I’m willing to let you go if that’s what you want. I don’t mind being a silent observer all my life and protecting you and Ivy from afar. You are free to do whatever you wish. I’m sorry you’ve been dragged here without your consent.”

“… okay.” She nods and stands up, making her way out. “I think… I should go. Good night, Chris.”

Her head is a mess, and she would’ve never expected this.

Things always turned out the way Chris wanted them to in the past, so this is certainly… new.

She goes to her room to think, and thankfully Ivy is still sleeping soundly.

She looks fondly at her daughter in the moonlight, and thinks, and thinks, and thinks, until her head hurts, and she decides to lay down.

Falling asleep has never been her strong suit. It’s always been hard to rest, especially since leaving this place years ago, but now, her insomnia is worse than ever.

And she can’t help but think. God, how irritating this is.

The more she thinks, the more annoyed she gets.

Taking care of us from a distance? She repeats his words in her head, feeling anger boiling deep within. What kind of bullshit is that?

After minutes that stretched out and felt like hours passed, Emilia realises that trying to sleep is pointless.

So fucking pointless.

She gets up with a deep sigh and heads straight to Chan’s room. She doesn’t even bother knocking anymore, she just enters his room and sees him working on his computer at his desk.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asks, a big frown on her face.

“Welcome back. Could ask the same.” He closes the screen and turns around to face her. He looks tired, and Emilia wishes his well being - or lack thereof - wouldn’t pull at her heartstrings like that, but it does.

She still loves him, and maybe, just maybe, giving him a second chance would be less painful than leaving with a heart ripped in pieces.

“Chris, I decided what I’m going to do, but I need you to confirm something first.”

“Okay… sure. What is it?” He asks, breath hitching in his throat. He’s feeling restless all of a sudden and doesn’t know what to expect, so he stands up to face her properly.

Emilia’s next words break his heart, but he keeps his composure nonetheless.

“If we leave, will you truly be able to stay away from us? To never meet me again?”

“Yes.” He answers with no hesitation, although his heart is in shambles.

So, she wants to leave. He thinks. Maybe waiting really was in vain.

“To never talk to me again? To never get to know Ivy?” She insists, waiting for his confirmation.

It comes slower this time.

“… yes. I will do my best and-”

“You fool.” Emilia scoffs.

“What?” His eyes widen.

“Ivy likes white chocolate, the one with bubbles in it, but she’s not allowed to eat too much, because sugar is not really that good for children. Only a few pieces a week. Who knew I’d be one of those responsible moms?” She chuckles.

Chris stays silent, letting Emilia say what she needs to say.

“And every night before bed she likes me to sing to her, but I’m not any good. Not like you.”

It’s hard to keep her composure, but Emilia keeps going.

“And she fell down and scratched her knee so bad when she was 2, that she needed a few stitches and now has a little scar that I’m afraid won’t go away.”

Ah yes, the little scar on her right knee. Chris noticed it before, but anytime he wanted to ask about it, Ivy would distract him somehow, and the moment would be gone.

“That freaking scar is so annoying, too. She’s so obviously your daughter, from the way she looks, to the way she talks and walks… hell, even that fucking scar matches yours.”

“I also fell when I was 2.” He chuckles briefly, looking fondly at Emilia.

“You might’ve changed, but you’re still such a fool, Chris. How dare you say you love us and then be so confident that you’ll never meet us again? You just want to watch over us from a distance? What the fuck is this shit?”

“Emi…”

“If you’re so sure of yourself and your feelings, you should be right there with us, you stupid-!” She pushes his chest and starts crying.

He embraces her.

“Just so you know, I’m not forgiving you yet! I’m not ready!”

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine, we can take it slow, hm?”

“I missed you so damn much, you idiot. How could you do that to me?!”

“You’re right. I am the biggest fucking idiot in the world and I am so in love with you, Emilia. What I did was so bad – god, I just wanted to fucking die.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all, Chris. I’ve spent years being afraid that you’ll somehow find me, and after I came here, I spent months trying to get used to that fucking room, when I knew that my place has always been right here next to you.” She cries harder, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding on tight.

“Tell me about it.” Chris whispers. “I’ve been such a mess since you left, Emilia. Look, I know that you’ve already lived your picture perfect life in Italy, but… I promised you that we’re going to do that together someday, so…” He also starts tearing up. “How about I wrap things up around here and we leave this life behind, hm? Start anew.”

“Would you really drop the mafia? It’s your whole life, Chris.”

“No” He shakes his head. “It’s not. I realised this after you left. This mafia has never been my life, the people in it were. And you, Emilia… you and Ivy are the most important in the world to me. Nothing else matters.”

“Okay, let’s leave together. When?”

“Give me a month- no, a week. Just a week and-”

“Are you really serious?”

“Yes. I promise. You’ll never hear of this place again, and neither will I. I’ll hand everything over to Minho. I’ve thought about this scenario so many times since you came. Fuck the mafia. Fuck everything. I just want you and our daughter.”

“But Chris… the little flower shop and tranquil life… that’s quite boring actually, you know?” She chuckles, separating herself from Chris and looking at him with a shy smile. “I’d much rather stay here…”

“I was not… expecting this.” He chuckles. “We can obviously stay here, of course!”

“But what will we do about Ivy? Can we keep her away from this whole… mafia thing, when it's the only thing we've ever known?”

“I honestly don’t know…” Chan frowns. “But we can try. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got. I swear.”

“I’m so scared, Chris. What if she ends up tangled in something? What if we’ll fail and-”

“Hey.” He stops her from rambling, petting her back. “We definitely won’t be perfect parents, but we’ll do our best, okay?”

Emilia looks into Chan’s eyes, noticing his love and sincerity.

“Okay.” She nods. “We’ll do our best.”

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Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

[soupedepates]

Emerens belongs to @hel-phoenyx and Eudoxe, Otto and Moses to @immaonaquest

TW mention of alcoholism and hints of child neglect

"Finally, you answer!" I shout while sitting on the asphalt in from of the bar. "Look, I need a ride to the airport like, ASAP."

"What the fuck did you do again", he whispers. "Where are you?"

"The crappy bar we used to go. The one with mad cheap booze and likely only populated with gangsters. Can you pick us up?"

"What do you mean by 'us'?"

"Me and the kids."

"What kids, yours? Since when do you have more than one kid?"

"Last time I checked, eleven years so far?"

" And you brought your eleven-year-old kids to this bar? No I don't wanna hear another word coming from that whore mouth, I'm on my way."

And Emerens hangs up. I throw my fag on the bin, then go back inside. Eudoxe and Andreas are playing cards with two grown-ass men who teach them the rules of what looks like poker while slurping their soda. I order another whiskey on the rocks, then pay the tab and sit back with the children.

"Are you winning, sons?"

They are sharing the same hand.

"I don't know, dad", Eudoxe says with a thrilled smile. "But so far it's the best vacation of my life!"

"'Tis barely a Tuesday afternoon", Andreas laughs, more accustomed to my antics.

I kiss them on the forehead, before smiling to the two men.

"Your boys are fast-learner", one says.

"I hope they're not bothering you, gentlemen", I respond with a smile.

"They're nice kids, gaijin, a pleasure to play with."

"I take back the 'gentlemen'."

And before this unfortunate encounter turns sour, Emerens appears in front of the bar. I take the boys by the collar and bring them outside with their luggage. Eudoxe is giggling, while Andreas comes to Emerens to bump fists. I know that stupid blond bitch, affectionately, is very good with kids. At least, with mine.

"Hurry up, gang, get in the car", he shouts. "You have a plane to jump in, we must be fast!"

I sit in the front seat while the children get on the back. Emerens turns on the engine, and soon enough we're headed to the airport.

"Who is the second one's mother?"

"Oh, Moses. You know her? She was insanely hot."

"Moses?!"

"Yeah, her."

He manages to avoid causing a car wreck.

"For fuck's sake Nicomaque! She is insane! She always was! You know that! Don't put your dick in crazy, idiot!"

"Look who's talking."

"What does 'dick' mean?" Eudoxe candidly asks.

"It's a penis", Andreas answers.

"Is Moses fine with the fact you took her very own child to that shitplace? And that you got fucking drunk while watching them?" Emerens almost screams, visibly upset.

"I just had a few drinks, I'm not drunk", I argue.

"He looks pretty sober to me, Emerens", adds Andreas. "He isn't slurring on his words nor puking all over the car!"

"Andy, sweetie, it's not because he is looking more decent than usual that this is okay. But is Moses okay with all of this?"

"Dad kidnapped me for the holidays", Eudoxe explains cheerfully.

"You what now?"

"It's not a kidnapping. Eudoxe came willingly and I am his father, like, legally. It's alright on the paper. Moses will probably hunt me down but hey, what's a good vacation without a bit of a chase?"

"You're making me an accomplice of a child kidnapping", he mutters. "Wasn't it for the kids on the back, I'll kill you on the spot."

"And you'd be right, but without me you'll get bored."

To his "tsk", I know it's touché. We complete each other, after all, will he admit it or not.

"And where are you bringing them?"

"Disneyland, Hope’s Peak pays good money and I try to be half of a good dad", I explain.

"In the US?"

"No, in France, I'm not an animal", I whisper while lighting a cigarette.

"Nicomaque dammit, there are kids in the car!"

I roll up the window.

"Better?"

He rips the cig out of my mouth and crushes it on my palm. Eh. Nice. I chuckle.

"You're a fucking piece of work", Emerens lets out in a sigh.

After a while in complete silence except for the occasional cussing of our driver, I notice the kids are now sound asleep. Good.

"Andreas is chubbier than last time. It is even more flagrant next to Eudoxe who is a twig. What are you feeding him?"

"We eat the same thing, I don't understand how he puts on weight," I admit. "Sure, he is an indoor kid, so was I, and I was pretty thin at his age. And you know how much my yaya was feeding me."

"Maquo, your diet is booze, coffee, tobacco and, eventually, some junk food. No wonder why you are so stupidly skinny even though you eat shit and don't do any exercise. Are you even cooking for him?"

I look away.

"Maquo, answer the question."

"What about I don't."

"From you to me, is it about Otto?"

"Take his name out of your mouth", I reply quickly, now with a burning feeling inside my stomach.

"Maquo, it's been years since it's over, and you sabotaged this relationship."

I light up a cigarette.

"If you want me to talk, let me have this one."

He sighs.

"Fine."

I draw on it and swallow the smoke.

"It's about Otto. Why should I better myself if he can't bear me at my worst?"

"That's a shitty take. What's shittier is that you have two very good reasons sleeping on the back seats."

"Look, I know you're judging. But that's not the same. And Andreas isn't a sad kid. We do things together."

"Such as?"

"Museums. Going to the library. Reading together. I help him with his homework even, when I am not wasted already. Colloquium too. And to the cinema, too."

"Colour me surprised. You're not a complete deadbeat."

"Bitch you thought. And I give him a ton of freedom. He can do whatever he wants."

"You're a fucking deadbeat, I take back the compliment", he says with disapproval. "Kids need structure."

"What for? Andreas is a smart boy, as smart as I was at his age, he can use some freedom."

"Yeah, like having an allowance, some screen time, and riding his bike to his friends' house on his own. Not being able to do jack shit knowing you don't care about it."

He sighs again.

"At least you're trying for the holidays. They will have a lovely time in Disneyland, memories for a lifetime. Don't spoil it for them."

[imtrashbutcute]

Hello cute trash 💕😘

I have a ✨request✨ if you feel up to it…

TXT members each react to watching the other members with y/n while they’re forced to sit out and observe without touching 😏😏 you can forgo Kai if you’d like (Kai had an individual practice that day or photoshoot) since we both agree he baby.. please make it as smutty as you feel comfortable and feel free to include any kinks you think fit or you know would be well received 🥹

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Additionally, who do you think would specifically enjoy it or or dislike it?

Who would be most frustrated while watching and what member would get a kick out of pleasing y/n at the expense of their fellow members having to just watch?

Thank you for talking the time to bring us awesome stories 💕💕

AAAAAAAA thank you so much for this request!! I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it as well!!

TXT Members Reacting To Watching The Other Members Please You

Pairing: TXT members x reader

Genre: LOTS of smut, the only fluff is with Heuning Kai

Warnings: MDNI, group sex, swearing, voyeurism, biting, oral, slight bondage, sex toy usage, some dirty talk, temperature play

Word count: 2245

Summary: The members of TXT get to take turns having ~fun~ with you, except your boyfriend has to sit there and watch the others, not being able to touch you as well as himself

Soobin

Soobin was seated in a chair facing your shared bed, watching Yeonjun thrust into you. Your moans filled the room and it took Soobin everything in himself to not slide a hand from the armrest to his painful erection. You looked so damn attractive, face flushed as the others pleasured you. He noticed the way your back arched when Yeonjun gave a particularly deep thrust or the way your moans went higher as another member ran his hands across your chest, pausing to pinch and squeeze around your nipples. 

But fuck, did he notice the way you’d look over at him each time. He saw the way you licked your lips at the sight of his cock. He saw the fucked out grin that spread across your face when the two of you made eye contact. 

He wanted to touch you so fucking bad. He wanted to touch himself just at the sight of you. But, you had all agreed to have Soobin watch as his fellow group members had their ways with you.

And he liked it. He really liked it. While it wouldn’t be an everyday thing or even an every week thing, he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to occasionally sharing you with the others. If you also wanted to, that is. He had to admit that it was pretty hot watching you be pleased by the other members. He liked it because he knew that while you were having fun with the others, only he knew what made you come undone the quickest.

When the others approached him with the idea a couple of weeks prior, he was a little unsure at first. It wasn’t a topic the two of you had ever discussed, let alone seriously considered. He had been nervous to bring it up but after a long discussion and a few days to think everything over, Soobin told the others.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Yeonjun pulled away from you, whispering how good you did for him. Taehyun quickly took Yeonjun’s place between your legs, mouth immediately finding its way to your chest, his tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand played with your other one. Gradually, Taehyun trailed kisses and licks all down your abdomen until he reached your thighs. He started scattering hickeys all along your inner thighs, his mouth getting dangerously close to your core.

With the way you were squirming, Soobin knew it was going to be a long night for you.

Yeonjun

“Fuck, look how hot she looks, Hyung.”

Oh, Yeonjun was looking. Yeonjun was sitting on the floor at the end of the bed with his hands on his knees as he stared up at you and Taehyun. Taehyun was seated at the very top of the bed with his back against the wall. He had you seated in front of him with your back leaning against his chest. Taehyun’s legs were slightly spread apart and he had your legs draped over his, giving everyone the perfect view of your core. Taehyun brought his lips down from just behind your ear to just under your jaw, leaving behind the occasional hickey. 

Yeonjun felt his breath hitch as he watched Taehyun’s left hand trail down and circle two fingers around your clit before pushing them in. You threw your head back from the sensation, a loud moan escaping your lips. It seemed to only make Taehyun move faster, his right hand sneaking around to your chest. His lips moved down your neck, pausing just above your shoulder.

Yeonjun could hear your breaths getting shaky and he knew you were close. Unconsciously, his hand moved from his knees to his cock, pleasuring himself as he watched. His hand started moving in sync with how fast Taehyun was pumping his fingers in and out of you, desperate to reach his climax with you.

He had been fairly hesitant when his members brought the idea up to the two of you when you were last over for dinner with them. The two of you had been trying out different kinks lately, although they didn’t know that, and so the two of you discussed it for a little while until you two came to the agreement that you’d at least try it. But, if even one of you wasn’t into it, you wouldn’t continue occasionally letting his members join you two.

And now, as he watched each of his group members touch you and make you climax, he felt somewhat conflicted. On the one hand, he found it very attractive to see you like this. He didn’t get to see you experience this level of pleasure from this angle very often since he was usually the one giving it to you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by this.

However, he also wasn’t a fan of sharing you with anyone else. You were his girlfriend and yet he couldn’t touch you or make you cum. He felt almost uncomfortable, or maybe even jealous, watching the others touch you in places that only he had originally been able to touch. 

He didn’t like sharing.

As he thought this, he felt someone grab his wrist, stopping him from getting himself off. He looked over to see Beomgyu giving him a look before he shook his head. “You’re not supposed to touch, Hyung. Looks like we need to stop you from touching again.” 

“Wait-” but before Yeonjun could protest any further, Soobin grabbed his arms and handcuffed them behind his back.

“Now, keep watching.”

Beomgyu

Beomgyu whined as he watched you climax again. You were covered in sweat and your chest was rapidly rising and falling as Yeonjun helped you ride out your orgasm. He struggled against his own restraints, desperate to touch you. He was truly enjoying just watching you getting fucked by the other members, but man, did he want to touch you too. He watched as Yeonjun pet your head, telling you how good of a job you did for him. You leaned into the touch before you turned to look at Beomgyu.

Your tired eyes met his as he tried to lean forward in his seat trying to get closer to you. You gave Beomgyu a soft smile, a quiet “hi” leaving your lips. You readjusted your position as best you could. You were exhausted, unsure of how much longer you could go for. Thankfully, the only one left was Soobin. 

Soobin placed himself between your thighs, hands rubbing up and down them as he stared at you.

“Ready?”

You hummed and nodded your head, still staring at Beomgyu. Fuck, you looked so pretty. Your fucked out expression, the slight grin, the way your arms were cuffed above your head, the way your chest rose as you panted. He tried to move his chair closer to the bed but was stopped by Taehyun. He just shook his head and kept a hand on Beomgyu’s shoulder and they continued to watch.

“No, use your words, gorgeous. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” You let out a whine as you answered.

Satisfied, Soobin reached for the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing a piece of fabric. He turned back to you, telling you to lift your head a little bit. He placed the blindfold over your eyes and tied it before letting you lay your head back down on the mattress. 

“What’s your color, precious?”

“Green.”

Nodding, Soobin slid down to the end of the bed until his head was right at your core. His breath fanned across your thighs as he kissed dangerously close to your folds. Soobin brought a hand up and around your hips. Using two fingers, he spread your folds apart, giving him perfect access to your clit. He placed a few kisses on it, along with a few tiny licks, before gently blowing. You shivered from the sudden cold on you. Soobin gave a deep chuckle as he gave one long lick up your folds before he attached his lips to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

Your back arched as you let out a moan. Beomgyu saw your toes begin to curl and you started moving your hips around. Soobin let out a growl and pulled away. He brought his other arm around and pushed your hips down, grip firm. You whined, trying to wiggle around before you felt him give a squeeze to your hip.

“Behave.” Soobin’s voice was breathless yet firm before he brought his mouth back to your core. 

Taehyun

“Gyu’s really going at it, isn’t he?” 

It had been at least an hour since Beomgyu started his turn pleasuring you. He had been using an array of toys on you the whole time, making you cum a few times already and he didn’t seem like he was going to be done anytime soon. Taehyun knew you could handle it and he was proud of you for lasting as long as you had without taking any breaks between each member’s turn. They had given you a safeword in case it got to be too much, but you hadn’t used it yet.

“Yeah, and looks like you’ve really been enjoying this too, Tae,” Yeonjun gestured to Taehyun’s obvious erection. His tip was an angry shade of red. He knew that even the slightest amount of friction would make him come undone.

“Can you blame me? She’s fucking stunning.”

The other members nodded in agreement, staring at you with hungry eyes. Beomgyu was the last one to have a turn with you and he was eating it up. Taehyun could feel the excitement radiating from his fellow member. He could also tell that, although you were tired, you were certainly enjoying yourself. With the way your moans and whimpers got higher and louder, he knew you were enjoying the attention.  

About 30 minutes into Beomgyu’s turn, he made Taehyun move from his seat that was facing the bed. He then picked you up and placed you in the chair, giving himself a different angle to tease you with, but not before pushing a remote-controlled vibrator inside you. He had been playing with it ever since, changing the vibration patterns every 30 seconds or so. It was driving you crazy, but you couldn’t do anything about it since he had tied your hands to the arms of the chair.

“Soobin-hyung, can you get something for me?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

Beomgyu gestured for him to come closer and started whispering something in Soobin’s ear. Soobin pulled away, giving him a look for a second, before he turned around and walked out of the room. Taehyun gave him a confused look, which became even more prominent when Soobin walked back in with a bowl of ice cubes.

“Ice cubes?” 

Taehyun was a little intimidated by the grin that spread across Beomgyu’s face. He watched as Beomgyu turned to grab one before turning back to you and kneeling down in front of you. He held the cube between two of his fingers before he pressed it against your nipples. You let out a gasp from the sudden cold and arch your back. You hear Beomgyu chuckle a bit as he pulls the ice cube away. He presses it against you again, rubbing it against the surrounding skin of your chest before pressing it against your very sensitive nipple.

When he pulled the cube away the second time, Beomgyu immediately latched his mouth onto you, swirling his tongue on your sensitive bud. The sudden change in temperature made your mind reel. Beomgyu was going to be the death of you at this rate. He was somehow pushing all the right buttons. As you tried to keep your mind somewhat coherent, you suddenly felt the vibrator inside you turn all the way to the highest setting.

Letting out a moan, you turn to look at Taehyun, only to see that he’s the one holding the remote with a sadistic grin on his face.

Huening Kai

“Hey, Kai?”

Your boyfriend hummed beside you, eyes glued to the movie playing on your tv. Usually for your date nights, you two would hang out at his dorm since he had a much bigger tv compared to yours, making it the perfect screen for any movie date or game night. However, this time, he asked if the two of you could meet at your apartment instead. You didn’t mind, it was just more that it was such a random change from your typical meeting place.

“Why’d you ask if we could have our date here instead of at your dorm?”

You noticed the way he started blushing once he processed the question you were asking. 

“Uhm, no specific reason, I just wanted to come here instead since we meet at my place more often.”

You reached down for the remote, pausing the movie, before turning to face him. He tried to avoid eye contact with you, so you grabbed his face and gently turned him towards you. 

“Kai, what’s going on?”

He started opening his mouth but stopped before any words left his mouth. You gave him a reassuring smile and encouraged him to continue. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. 

“The guys are being… sexual deviants tonight and I didn’t want to hear them fucking like wild animals. Again.”

You burst into laughter, a grin spreading across Kai’s face before he began laughing as well.