#i did the eyes and hair a lil bigger than what i usually go for here

[gilanela]

i made a more complex design for dashie but i can't post it since used a base lol, so i just drew simple version

[lustychan]

»» Fuck the demon king?! Yes ☆

Cw- Sub muzan, Dom reader, degrading, dick stepping, overstim, gn reader, lil bondage, muzan being a whiny bi*ch.

Having the demon king himself on his knees worshiping, licking and gently biting your soft legs makes you have an even more superiority complex towards him.

Interrupting him by grabbing his black silky hair and bringing him up to your level so you can kiss him rough and hard, biting at his soft lips and gently licking his fangs.

Slowly pulling away you get up and drag him to the futon dropping him down on it, he looks up at you with a hint of annoyance for handling him so roughly but holds his tongue because he doesn't want you to punish him.

You  smirk down at him, "Aww poor demon annoyed hm," you teased him. You instruct him to strip and like a trained dog he did, as soon as he did you pressed your foot down on his aching pathetic cock instantly you received a whine from him you grin a little knowing your the only one who would ever here such noises from him.

You continue to play with his cock while he starts to scratch and grab at your foot a little. "Ngh- stop pressing so hard," basically demanding you with some tears starting to form which compliments his deep crimson eyes. Hearing that you pressed down harder," Who are you to tell me what to do?"

You stared down at him with a blank expression seeing this he doesn't bother to give you a response. You removed your foot from off of him and got down to his level and pushed him down so he was laying flat on his back, from beside you, you picked up a container with a gel like substance and slowly poured it on muzan's soft hole. With gentleness you insert a finger and started moving it around to loosen it "A-ah mmf put in more before you bore me." He said angrily, you stop moving your fingers and looked up at him "Oh I forgot sluts like you like it rough," You instantly shoved a second finger in him and roughly started to finger him actively hitting his prostate, "I just started and you're already a mess not the powerful demon king anymore hm?" You mock him while you stare at him moan and whine at you while trying to slow down your hand but you slap his hand away.

You can see he's about to come so you instantly pull away denying his release. You think it's time to show him some new things you bought for him, you got up and went over to the drawer in the room. He looks at you confused until you come back over and instantly he knew what you had planned, You had bought a new dildo you wanted to try on him because it was very much way bigger than the usual one you used on him.

You flipped him over and put him in a doggy style position slowly you started to move the tip over his puckerd hole and slowly inserted it but pulled it out just so you could tease him, "H-hurry and insert it you stupid human, " he cursed at you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting you started to insert it, immediately he was squirming which made you annoyed so you grabbed his neck and kept him in place while you thrusted in and out of his tight hole.

"Ah- fuck oh fuck slow down ngh i-it's too much" he whines out to you but you know he can take it do you go even faster. He's moaning out to you calling out your name, " Y/n! Ahh- hahh mmmph," you just gently kiss at his and shoulder and left hickeys on his milky pale skin "Shh- Shhtop for a m-minute." He's already fucked dumb by you, his eye's bearly being focused on anything with his tongue sticking his fangs on full display, it made you want to destroy his ass more.

While in thought about that Muzan cums his thick white sperm making the futon dirty, you flip him over on his back and coldly asked him, "Did I say you can cum? Hm you even got the futon dirty with your filthy sperm." You let out a sigh, "Now I have to punish you but you would enjoy it do no matter." You smirked and went to get ropes and tied up his hands and feet, in that moment Muzan felt a little fear in his stomach.

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Hours have passed of you you tormenting muzan his tip was an angry red, cum all over his stomach from you over stimulating him, red and purple markings and handprints all over his body. His hole was ruined, loose and wet his eyes bearly keeping open with tears all over his place with some drool escaping his plump lips. It was really a sight to see the demon king so unguarded, unbeknownst to him a certain rainbow eyed demon was watching but you knew and planned to give him a visit too.

[shysuccubusstuff]

itto's special days:

Content: Female reader (so female anatomy), size kink, heat, breeding kink.

Note: I'm still trying to learn how to write more gender neutral stuff but I always end up making it so difficult to imagine any other thing :(( I'm sorry for those that do not read this type of content! This is kinda messy, so any suggestions are abs valid! This is not revised so there may be grammar issues or simiar stuff :(

Itto is always so naive and innocent that it is no surprise that when you finally get enough courage to ask him out, he doesn't even think about it, quickly saying yes to your confession despite the surprised looks of the gang.

The first days are just the same as before you and him were partners, running around Inazuma having fun while avoiding that Itto got in trouble in any type of way. At first it was fun, at least you didn't have to endure that ankward phase during the first period of time when the couple has recently begin, but you desired for both of you to get some alone time, so you finally decided to talk it with the rest of the gang (except itto), they all quickly agreed, even apologizing for not being able to read the room, so they decided to give you a few days for you to spend time with him.

The next morning you woke up, losing no time to get to itto's home, he was still slept when you arrived, so you entered, he was still laying in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and body, mouth slightly open and messy hair pointing all directions. You let a small laugh out, he looked so cute and goofy at the same time, as if he had heared you, his body suddenly moved, the sheets allowing you to see his whole chest exposed, his muscles flexing as he moved, why was it getting kind of...perverted?

You decided to leave him be, going to buy a few ingredients to make him something to eat as some kind of loving act, but when you arrived everything went downhill...

Itto was in his bed still, but now he was completely awaken, body sweating buckets, hair sticking to his body, the sheets were laying on the floor and itto kept on moving in his bed, you quickly left the ingredients and sat close to him, putting your hands on his forehead, his temperature was so high that it was almost scary.

"Hey Itto, are you ok?" You asked, your voice a little shacky from the tense moment, he slowly turned, eyes foggy and dilatated pupils.

"Hey... oh uhm... yeah, just kinda... sick? I think I caugh something last night after throwing myself into the sea... not a good idea, I should have listened to you all" He chuckled a little, trying to turn around in the bed, the sheets were still tangled around his body, so he was unable to completely move. You got close to him, helping him to move around and acommodating the sheets so he had no trouble moving. He smiled softly, not talking as much as he did the rest of days.

"Compadre, you should not come here, it would be real bad if you got sick you know? I'm a strong oni, so of course I have no issue with some little cold--" Just as he said that, he almost faded, eyes completely unfocused and a lost expression.

"Itto, you're definitly not good by yourself, just wait a moment, I'll go buy some medicine!" You were about to leave the room, but he quickly grabbed you, his hand feeling extremely hot, his grip was strong, but he quickly weakened it as soon as he realized how much pressure he had made on your small wrist (at least compared to her big hand).

"Could you...stay with me? I mean, I think I'm feeling a lil' better since you came..." Itto's eyes looked almost like the ones of a puppy, big and teary eyes, you were perhaps way too enchanted with him to realize how Itto's marks (the ones that surrounded all of his body) were starting to get... larger? Their colour was changing to a darker tone of red, even his horns were a little bigger than usual. You allowed him to push you closer to him, perhaps way too close for what you were used to be. He let you stay there, maybe too far from him as he would like, but he was not as sick as to not realize how tense you were. So he tried to hide it, his raging erection hurting a little under the sheets, almost making him cry everytime his member made any type of contact against the fabric. He tried to hard to control himself, you had started to go out not long time ago, so of course he couldn't just jump on top of you, taking you right there and now! That was until you decided to get (way too) close to him, your hand caressing his forehead, your other hand supporting yourself on his chest, the clothes that you were wearing allowed him to catch a small glimpse of your chest, his mind getting even more foggy just from imagining how he wanted to take you from the hips and kiss that beautiful skin that was making him lose the little sanity he had left. So he just did, he suddenly moved, his big hands surrounding your hips, he took your whole body as if you were made of the lightest material and put you on top of him, his erection pushing against your butt, his hand running against your clothing.

"Hey... I'm so sorry baby, I... I think my uh... my oni nature is kind of awaking?... Grandma told me a little about it but I never paid too much attention cause... you know, I'm the great Itto, of course I was not going to fall for some dumb inherent thing, you know?... My...my mind is so dizzy right now, it's just like that time when the gang tried to celebrate by drinking so much sake..." He tried to speak, his words sometimes mumbled rather than spoken. You tried to pay attention to his words, you really tried, but the feeling of both his member against your lower half and how there was a lingering sweet smell surrounding the air made it so difficult, you were also starting to feel light-headed.

"Do you...do you think you can help me, baby? Please...I'll promise I'll control it better next time, but my...thing is hurting so bad, will you help me please? Pretty please, I'm sure your cute little womb can help me, yeah?" His fangs were bigger, somehow resembling more the ones that onis tended to have in paintings. You silently nodded, your body was in flames and your head was not that able to make cohesive sentences. Just as soon as he saw you nod, he quickly got on top of you, uncovering his completely naked body, his muscles were shiny from the sweat that was running down his whole body, he lost no time, his hands pulling from your clothes and somehow breaking all the clothes that were getting in the way of what he wanted so badly. There you were, under him, your body was completely naked, you tried to hide it a little, kind of ashamed as it was the first time that he had seen you completely naked, but he quickly took your hands, putting each on the sides of your head and kissing your lips, you were able to feel his raging erection on your stomach.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be able to keep it any longer, but I promise it won't hurt, the oni heat is able to cause some kind of fake heat on normal humans..." Despite the whole situation, Itto was still as innocent as always, always caring about the people he loved and trying to avoid hurting them as much as possible. He positioned his length and slowly inserted, letting a deep groan when he finally put his whole thing inside of you, he was making you feel stuffed, almost making you cry from the overstimulation.

Without losing any more time, he took your body, letting your legs be wrapped around his torso and moving his hips as if he was only able to chase his own release, the whole bedroom was surrounded with dirty sounds, from moans to slaps that formed from the contact of your bodies. Your slick allowed him to move as fast as he wanted, his hands still intertwined with yours, his mind was completly lost at that point, only being able to hear small beggings and pleas from him "Baby... i love you so much... i love you i love you... let me fill you up... let me get that pretty pussy filled with my seed... i'll be such a good father... god, you're taking me so good... i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm being so rough with you... but I don't think I would be able to stop even if I wanted..." You were able to feel how his member started to twitch, so you knew he was close to releasing himself, he suddenly moved you, he was still on top of you but you were somehow able to see his whole chest and face on top of you, your brain had turned into mush by the moment you were able to hear Itto babble something "Gonna cum, gonna make you a mommy... God you're so pretty... so pretty baby..." Just as soon as you felt his seed filling your womb, he kissed your neck, leaving bitting marks all over it and then kissing your lips, your body becoming limp as soon as he filled you, almost feeling as if your tummy had also been filled.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he took you in between his arms, your bodies still sticky from all the "exercise" you both had done. "I uh...kinda went overboard there... I swear that as soon as I gain some strength in my legs i'll go running to get you something... I'm sorry for being so rough baby... My mind kind of... blacked out?" He peppered some kisses all over your face, cleaning some of the salive that fell from your lips during the whole thing. He put you on top of his chest, being able to hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, making you quickly doze off.

[sopebubbles]

Pairing: Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon hasn't spoken to you in weeks, but he doesn't think that's grounds for ending your relationship.

Warnings: Joon gets a little physical, but he'd never hurt you. Namjoon and I both love cursing a lil too much. Breaking up. Mentions of cheating (you didn't) and neglect (he did), car accident, uber driver, hospital stay, elevator conversation...lmao at this point the warnings are longer than the damn story. It's not that bad. Reader is thriving (hair flip)

Wc: 1.1k, he a smol boi, I don't usually do small drabbles like this so let me know if you liked it in the comments 💜

P.s. this isnt any specific Minho, he's just a Minho but if you like, you're free to envision him as the Minho of your choosing. I don't control your mind.

A whole month had passed. Five weeks, in fact, and you hadn't seen or heard from Namjoon. Granted a whole one of those weeks had been spent in the hospital, but that clearly hadn't mattered to him. You hadn't been avoiding him. Not exactly. You'd think living in the same building would make you more likely to run into him, but it hadn't been that way even when your relationship was good. Now all it took was not actively seeking him out and you had managed to go thirty-four whole days without seeing him. When you saw the clench of his jaw, you were certain you could have gone much, much longer. You passed him and entered the building before rolling your eyes at him.

It was late and your heels on the marble floor of the lobby as you clipped your way to the elevators was the only apparent sound. A set of metal doors opened immediately to accept you, and you could only hope that he would wait for a different elevator. But then, when have things with Namjoon ever gone like you'd hoped?

The large man—has he gotten bigger?—stepped into the car with you and all but pinned you against the wall when the doors closed. You could only stare up at him with your jaw set just as tense as his.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He growled, and not in the sexy way he sometimes did. He was fuming.

"What?"

"Don't fucking act like I didn't see what I saw!"

"What did you see?" You asked defiantly.

His hand clenched into a fist at his side as if he wanted to punch the wall beside you. "I saw you cheating on me!"

At that you could only laugh coldly. "I can't cheat on you if we aren't dating, Namjoon," you answered casually. You reached around him to hit the button for your floor because you were just sitting there at the ground floor and anyone could open it at any time, and also because you could not wait to get to your home and out of this incredibly awkward situation. However, Namjoon caught you by the wrist to stop you from calling for your floor, instead punching his number which was several floors above yours before planting himself fully in the way of the button panel. This time you let him see you roll your eyes at his childish antics.

"What do you mean we're not fucking dating?"

You crossed your arms and moved as far away from him as you could in the small space. "We broke up, Namjoon! We haven't talked in weeks! You can't possibly think that we're still together!"

He scoffed. "Just because we haven't talked in a couple weeks doesn't mean we broke up, Yn. You know I'm busy."

You wanted to ram your head against the wall. You would risk another concussion if it meant that you could get out of this conversation. "Yes, I know! You're 'too busy for this relationship'. That's why we aren't in one. It's done!" You reminded him. "And it hasn't been a couple weeks. It's been over a month."

Surprised confusion clouded his eyes. Could it really have been that long? All the days ran into one another. His circadian rhythm was shot to hell. He had been headed for the studio just now at 11:30 at night before he saw you and changed course. "We can't just be broken up because you decided. Not without talking about it," he charged.

This time you actually did hit your head against the gold panel of the elevator. "Do you even fucking hear yourself? Do you know the last time we had a conversation?"

"You can't break up with me in the middle of a comeback. It's like dumping a guy when he's away at war."

"I don't have the capacity to explain to you how wrong that is. You made a choice not to think about me. We've been broken up for over a month and you didn't even notice because that's how little you think of my when I'm not right in front of your fucking face, and it was a lot longer than that since you paid any attention to me. You said the relationship wasn't working for you with your life, and I agreed. Ergo, end of fucking relationship."

As usual, Namjoon found it easy to ignore all of your real issues and concerns in your relationship when he knew he was in the wrong. "So who the fuck is he if he's so much better than me? Huh? Where did you meet him?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but his name is Minho and he was my nurse," you said in a considerably calmer voice.

Namjoon took a second to try to process that. "What do you mean your nurse?"

You took the deepest breath you could before answering. "Do you remember the night I kept calling you and you didn't answer and you told me you didn't have time to worry about our relationship? Aka the night we broke up?" The look on his face told you he had only a vague recollection of that. Probably there were a lot of nights he felt he didn't have time for you. "Do you remember how we were supposed to go out the night before, but you didn't show up and then you didn't hear from me for twenty-four hours?" Namjoon shrugged slightly. That he did remember, at least the letting you down part. He figured your lack of communicating had been you being angry and punishing him, but by the next evening he had already forgotten. "Well, I took an uber home. We got in an accident. The seat belt broke and I was ejected from the car. I spent a week in the hospital. And it was Minho who helped fix me up. When I was discharged he asked me if he could take me out on a date and we vibed so i said yes."

Namjoon shrank a little where he stood. "Why didn't you–" he let the foolish question die on his lips. "I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "It's done. You made it clear what you could give and it wasn't what I needed. If we could have communicated, maybe things could have been different, but that wasn't meant to be. It's better this way."

Namjoon felt defeated. He had truly liked you, imagined himself to be in love even, but he knew that he couldn't make such a claim when his actions didn't measure up. If he could go back in time, he would at least try to do things differently. But the past was passed, and so were you. The elevator dinged and the doors at his back opened. He looked at you regretfully.

"Goodnight, Namjoon. I hope everything works out for you," you said sincerely.

Namjoon nodded his head and slowly stepped off the elevator. "Take care, Yn," he said before the doors closed on you.

A/n: this came about bc beastie and I are currently obsessed with secure attachment styles and that means saying goodbye when someone says they can't give you what you need. Know your worth, honey. Also sorry for being so punchy in the notes, I've been up since 4am.

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[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!April x Cg!Ben - Leaving

just a lil ficlet of how I see the decision being made that April will go to D.C. with Ben !! My fave da and bubba at the moment (I didn’t edit this cause I’m supposed to be studying … mama ann content coming in the next few days will be much better tho)

Word count: 1204

Everything was perfect. April was on the couch with her back against Andy’s shoulder as he played the Xbox. She had her bat paci in her mouth and her stuffie in her arms. She was even wearing one of Andy’s flannels which swamped her and made her feel tiny. Andy was feeling a bit bigger than usual and was playing scary games which April thought were so cool. She was happily listening to the sounds of the games and suckling her pacifier when Ben came in. “Hey ‘Pril,” he smiled, ruffling April’s hair playfully. She groaned and squirmed away but it didn't really upset her. “Hey, can I talk to you kids?” Ben asked.

“Can I finish this level?” Andy asked without taking his eyes off the screen. April rolled her eyes, Andy was too obsessed. She leant over and turned off his game. “April!” Andy whined.

April dropped her paci onto the couch, “Da needs to talk,” she shrugged.

“Thanks April. Andy, this is only going to take a minute.” Ben sat down on the ottoman opposite the couch, clasping his hands together nervously. “I’ve taken a job in Washington running a congressional campaign, I'm going to be away for a few months.” April’s heart sank. He couldn’t leave. She needed Da. Who else would make her bottles and let her draw on their face and back her up when Andy’s being annoying? And how would she sleep if Da didn’t tuck her in?

“What’s a coressional campaign?” Andy asked. How could he care about that right now? Da was leaving. This was the worst news ever.

“Well, it’s sort of like what Leslie did on a bigger scale buddy,” Ben explained. April’s chest felt heavy and wrong. She didn’t want to cry or to have Ben know that she cared so much but her eyes were burning and her cheeks felt hot. “April, are you alright little bat?” April shook her head firmly and reached out for Ben. He pulled her into his lap, letting her hide her face in his shoulder. “What happened, what’s going on in your little head?” April just huffed, now her face was hidden away she couldn’t hold back her tears. Ben frowned, rubbing circles against April’s back.

“Pril crying?” Andy questioned, rocking back and forth nervously, the out of character emotional outburst from his wife making him feel smaller.

“She’s alright, she’s just a little bit sad right now. I think she’s gonna miss Da, hm?” He questioned gently, trying to soothe April’s tear stricken face out of hiding.

“Nooo,” she whined, rubbing at her cheeks. Another wave of sobs hit her quickly and she tightened her grip on Ben’s shirt.

Andy shuffled up to the edge of the couch so he could reach over and pat her shoulder comfortingly. “You’re allowed to miss Da, ‘Pril.” April just whined and curled closer to Ben. She knew that if she was a bit bigger she would not let herself do this but she felt so small and she needed her Da.

“You’re alright baby bat, I’m right here,” Ben soothed, gently bouncing her on his knee. He picked up her pacifier off the couch and slipped it back into her mouth. The comfort item soothed April enough to stop the sobs. She still clung to Ben. “Alright, there we go.” Ben gently coaxed April’s face away from his shoulder, cupping her face in one hand and wiping her tears away with the other. “That’s it, you got it. Change can be scary can’t it, hm? But that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

April’s face scrunched up, it was bad. “Bad bad bad,” she huffed, pressing her hands against her ears.

“No little Bat, it would just mean you could spend some more time with Leslie, or maybe Auntie Ann, doesn’t that sound nice?” April shook her head firmly, it did not sound nice. She wanted Da and she wanted everything to stay the same. Her life was nice, it was good. Everyday she came home and Da was always there to take care of her and Andy was there to play with her so, no, she didn’t think change would be nice. “Alright, that’s alright. You don’t have to like it right now.”

Andy huffed and leant back dramatically, growing bored and fidgety, “can I keep playing now?”

“No, go take a shower Bud, Leslie’s coming over for dinner.”

By the time Leslie arrived for dinner both the kids were showered and in their pajamas. April had calmed down significantly and was now wearing her favourite pyjamas - a short sleeve set with a little bat in the middle of the top and purple shorts. She stayed close to Ben, silently following him around the kitchen as he prepared calzones. “April, would you like me to brush your hair?” Leslie offered, noticing the girls wet and matted hair. April shook her head firmly, holding onto the hem of Ben’s shirt.

“April, go with Leslie darling.” April huffed and stomped her foot, frustrated tears pooling in her eyes.

Leslie frowned in confusion, unaware of April’s earlier upset. “What’s the matter April, this isn’t like you,”

Ben sighed, wrapping his arm around April. “She’s a bit upset that I’m going to D.C.” he explained. April shook her head and rubbed harshly at her eyes.

“Am not.”

Leslie sighed, “C’mere April.” April whined but reluctantly slipped onto the stool next to Leslie. “You know I’m gonna miss Ben too,” she explained as she began to brush April’s hair. “But he won’t be gone very long.” April crossed her arms, why didn’t they understand? This wasn’t ok. Everything was good how it was. Slowly Leslie began to realise the root of April’s upset. It wasn’t just that she’d miss Ben, it was that she didn’t want anything to change. “You know, Ben will need an assistant in Washington,” she suggested, glancing at Ben as she tied off the two plaits in April’s hair.

Ben realised what Leslie was suggesting quickly. “Wait, Pril, do you wanna come with Da?” April nodded eagerly.

“Please?”

“I don’t see why not,” Ben shrugged.

“Wha’ about Andy?”April asked, taking one of her plaits and chewing on the end.

“Andy,” Ben called. Andy poked his head up from behind the couch, a crayon sticking out of his mouth. “Andy.”

“Andy, crayon out please,” Leslie instructed. Andy frowned but spat it out.

“Thanks Buddy. What would you think if April came with me on that trip we talked about? Would you wanna come with us?” Andy scrunched his face up, Washington sounded fancy and grown up, plus he had to work on becoming a police officer!

“Psht no,” he laughed, “Burt Macklin has work to do!” And with that Andy disappeared back behind the couch.

“Well then ‘Pril,” Ben smiled, “what do you think of a little Da and April trip?”

April swung her legs happily. “Dada, ‘Pril.”

“Well it’s decided then, I’ll call Jenn in the morning.” He leant over and kissed the top of April’s head. Ben found the idea of having April with him in Washington comforting, knowing he wouldn’t have to worry about her all alone anymore.

[goosewriting]

Congratulations on 500 subs! 🎉🎉 I hope you keep reaching bigger milestones!!

Pink 45! Reader gets back to the lair drunk after a party and donnie ends up taking care of them. Through readers drunken mind, they think back to all the moments they have had with donnie and their heart flutters and ends up saying "I think im falling in love with you" and of course donnie responds with "I think im okay with that" :3

I hope I did this correctly!

Drunk on your love (rottmnt Donnie x reader)

prompt 45: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

summary: reader gets back to the lair drunk and ends up confessing to Donnie

relationship: Rise!Donnie x GN reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk reader, characters are aged up to drinking age!

word count: ~910

A/N: had a lil, much needed burst of inspo so here you go! hope you like it <3 this marks the end of the 500 subs event :'D thank you all so much for partictpating! ♥ (also donnie is wearing a t-shirt in this one because of reasons lol)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It was well into the night and Donnie was in his lab as per usual when he heard distant steps walking into the lair. By the pattern and weight he concluded that it was you, although it sounded like you were dragging your feet, which was unusual for you. He looked up from his work for a second, tilting his head to pay attention to any more sounds coming from your direction. He was about to go back to his project when he heard some clattering and your curses echoing through the main room. 

With a slightly amused sigh the turtle got up and went to see what was going on, but his heart betrayed him. He tried looking cool on the surface, yet he couldn‘t deny that there was also a hint of concern in the haste of his steps. When he arrived to where you were, he took a moment to take in the sight: you looked pretty dishevelled but in a comical way, your hair was a mess, your clothes hung on your body not quite how they were supposed to, and there was the distinct smell of liquor surrounding you.

You had already taken off one shoe and were unsuccessfully trying to rid yourself of the other, but had evidently fallen over, hence the noise earlier. Now you were half leaning, half lying on the table in the main room, the objects that had previously been on it now scattered on the floor.

Once you more or less found your balance again, you finally noticed Donnie was already standing there, giving you a once-over with a light shake of his head. At the sight of him you couldn‘t hold back a giggle, and you looked up at him. Your eyes were glossed over and unfocused, and a silly grin was plastered on your face. That‘s when he realised: you were drunk off your butt. 

“Oh wow“ is all he decided to comment about your state. Without another word he approached you and let you lean into his side as he helped you to the guest room in the lair. By now, it had essentially been claimed by you and everyone called it “your room”, given how often you had stayed the night at the lair.

“I take it you had fun” Donnie said, more as an observation rather than a question, shaking his head at the smell of booze. You really needed a shower, but that would have to wait until morning.

“Hmm~” you confirmed, your feet tripping over themselves, but Donnie’s firm grip kept you from falling face-first into the floor.

Somewhere in the haze of your mind, you recognised that this wasn’t the first time this was happening. You remembered a handful of other times where you had gotten back drunk, and Donnie had taken care of you. He always had. After all, he was a turtle of few words but of actions. And oh did his action speak.

As you slowly made your way to the room, it occurred to you that the only reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk in the first place was because you knew that there would be someone back home to take care of you.

Heh, home, you think, smiling up at the turtle pressed to your side.

Yeah, by now the lair felt like your home. Or rather, the people in the lair made it feel like home. 

Your eyes remained on Donnie, and you felt a new wave of warmth grow from your insides until it reached your already flushed cheeks, and it wasn’t the alcohol this time.

You had known the turtle brothers for so long now; when had been the first time you had felt this way? You couldn’t remember. You did remember however, that the moment you had seen him, deep within your heart you had known he was the one.

Once finally at the bed, Donnie helped you get your remaining shoe off as well as your jacket and other garments that would be uncomfortable to sleep in. He set you down softly to sit on the mattress and leaned back up, but you didn’t let go, fisting the fabric of his shirt at his chest to keep him eye-level with you.

He looked at you with confusion and slight concern, and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand over yours trying to loosen your grip.

Taking a deep breath, you thought about how the other reason you allowed yourself to get this drunk was because with every glass you drank at the bar, you hoped you would be brave enough to confess your feelings for Donnie once you got home to him. Looks like it finally worked, you thought contently to yourself as you climbed into the bed.

“Donnie” you said firmly but barely louder than a whisper, your gaze finding his in the blur that was the room. He merely hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You hoped that even after the hangover (which was inevitably coming your way), you’d be able to remember the soft smile he gave you, the softest you had seen on him yet.

“I think I’m okay with that.” he responded just as softly, and your grin only grew wider.

Sleep was already taking over your senses, but you didn’t miss the gentle kiss to your temple as he tucked you in.

~~~~~

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Holy fucking shit your askbox is open

I have been waiting for this

Ahem ahem...

So, I have been fangirling too much on one of your oneshots (SQ x Knocked Up Reader)

And now I shall request more fics about the children.

Thank you!

Main 4 - Raising the babes

Started this ages ago and finally got it to a finished state lol. my apologies for the wait, anon. I hope you're still around.

HANK Lilith (she her)

"Steady." Hank grumbled in their usual husky, gravelly voice. Lilith's arms shook, the gun was heavy in her little hands.

"I-it's really heavy dad." Hank let out a sigh through his nose, or what was left of it.

"I know, but you need to learn how to use it, and how to be safe around it." Being involved with Hank was dangerous, but being his family put a target on your skull. Child or not, if the agency found you or Lilith, you'd be executed just to spite the man.

As much as Hank was devoted to their family, they knew fine well that they couldn't be around them all of the time to protect them. Even the SQ couldn't guarantee your safety every second of the day. Learning to fight back was the only way you two would have a fighting chance.

Being Hank's partner meant he'd already trained you up to be a threat to anyone, and now it was your daughter's turn to learn the harsh world she was born into.

"I'm scared." Lilith looked to you, her eyes the same blood red as her dad's own.

"So was I when I first picked up a gun," You knelt to her level, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "but you'll learn that it's just a tool, like any other. You learn how to use it correctly and you'll be safe." You kissed her forehead, and adjusted her arms, Hank carefully putting his large hands over her's as well.

"Hold your breath, steady your arms,"

[ B A N G ]

One of the glass bottle Hank had lined up shattered, and Lilith dropped the gun in fright. "That was scary!"

"But you did it. Overcoming challenges laid before you... First step to becoming strong and unkillable like me." Hank felt pride, and they picked up the gun. "Just... Don't drop it again."

SANMOS Mars (he him)

Baby Mars was a blessed little guy, having not just two parents, but three, and their whole support system to fall back on. Both your lovers are dutiful dads, but Sanford rarely ever wants to put his lil man down. He's got one of them baby carriers custom fit for his bigger frame, and Mars is his spitting image.

With curls of black hair, a chubby build and pout, it was like San was carrying his little mini-me. Mars had mixed skin, a dark grey, but slightly lighter than Sanford's, as well as dark freckles across his full body.

"Think we can find some tiny round sunglasses for babyford?" Dei joked to you while he was warming up some formula milk. "Totally, we could get him a little tank top, grow his hair out and make locs with them." You replied and laughed.

Sanford rolled his eyes, but smiled as well. "I just wanna protect my babe."

"A." Mars weighs in his opinion, throwing his arms up at Deimos as the smell of warm milk hits his nose. "It'll be ready soon yah little monster." Dei smiled and softly pinched his cheek, making Mars squeal happily.

"Let me get him ready." You took Mars from Sanford and set him on your lap. "You should get some sleep Fordie, you've been up with him all night. Relax and cool off, Dei and I got this for now."

"I'm not tired." Sanford lied, immediately yawning and taking his sunglasses off. He had dark circles under his eyes. "You're absolutely tired." Deimos snorted, handing you the warm bottle.

"Relax wonder-dad. Go get comfy and rested, the three of us will be waiting for you when you get up." You gave the big man a kiss, and he finally agreed to get a few hours sleep.

2BDAMNED Rhea and Phoebe

Raising twins was a handful, everyone in base had to chip in a little now and then. Doc was sitting on a soft cushion on the floor, trying to not give himself back ache with shrimp posture, as Rhea chewed on the arm of her stuffed dog toy, and Phoebe was playing with wooden blocks Sanford had kindly made for the girls.

"Hey handsome," Doc arches his back slightly as your smooth hands rub against his shoulders, a pleasant shiver runs up his spine. "you three having fun?"

"Of course, they're engrossed in their own little worlds, and watching them develop is fascinating. Pheebs is working on her hand-eye coordination, which is wonderful to see, and Rhea is... enjoying herself."

Rhea raised her arms up to you, always happy to see her parent. Luckily each girl had their own favourite parent, you being Rhea's, and Doc being Phoebe's, so juggling toddlers wasn't an issue for one of you.

You embraced the little troublemaker, picking her up into your arms and giving her a cheek kiss, earning a happy squeal. "Damma!" Her chubby fingers grabbed your neck as you cuddled her into you.

They'd been born looking similar, but developed differences as they aged. Rhea took more after Doc, dark grey hair tied in little twin tails to show off her pretty face, maroon monolid eyes and a crooked smile. She'd be the spitting image of her dad, if she didn't have your skin and nose.

Phoebe on the other hand was like the opposite, her hair was like your natural colour, tied back as well to keep it out of her face. Her eyes were mirrors of yours as well, and looked wonderful when the light caught them just right. She had Kyle's paler complexion and thin nose.

"Hello my little moon~" You cooed sweetly to her, Doc had insisted on naming both girls after moons, which Deimos laughed about at the time. 'Three moons in one base, you building a solar system here old man?"

Rhea yawned widely, little white puppy teeth lined her mouth. "They've been up for a while, I've already fed them, and was hoping to try and educate them a little bit, but it looks like someone's ready for a nap." Doc smiled to you, making his deep set crows-feet more apparent, each wrinkle in his face seemed to get more and more defined as the days went on.

He made a very handsome DILF. "Perhaps I'll take Phoebe and work with her one on one, and give Rhea a lesson later. Shame, I was going to talk about the stars with them." Rhea's head perked up, all signs of fatigue suddenly removed.

She loved space, Doc had even gotten the lads to paint the nursery into a galaxy, with bright glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling. "Staaars." She reached out for her father, heart set on looking at pictures of the night sky over sleeping.

Phoebe was slightly more grounded to earth, interest in the things in front of her, as opposed to those miles and miles above. "Blocks." She pointed to her cubic toy, heart set on continuing to destroy and rebuild with them.

"How about you teach in here? You can read to both of them, I'm sure they'll both enjoy it. Rhea can look at the pictures, and Pheebs can just listen." You sat with Phoebe, offering her another block.

"Thank you Damma." Phoebe smiled to you, finishing a star shaped tower using coloured blocks. Doc sat down, Rhea on his lap and he laid a book in front, starting from the beginning.

"The constellations are patterns of stars formed in the sky, there are many to discover...."

...

From a distance, a star faced figure watched his nieces with a softening in his heart. He found it strange when his brother had told him he was going to live a mortal life for a while, and he couldn't understand it, not at first. But now, seeing the family he'd made, Maker couldn't help but smile.

[httpiastri]

what he deserves – op81

oscar piastri is an f1 race winner. that needs to be celebrated.

genre: smut hehe

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: i dont remember what it's called.... basically, there's almost no plot. a lil banter as usual but yeah. other than that, it's very lighthearted and giggly. also uuuhhh this is unprotected sex, but guys wrap it before u tap it. i never thought i'd write unprotected sex but i thought this fit better. anyway.

requested: yes! thank you for requesting 🥰 (requests are still open!)

author's note: i don't know if i've ever cringed as much as i have while writing this... i'm truly at my limit 😩 you're very welcome to skip past the blowjob part because i had no idea what i was doing. not the most experienced in that part. it's like three sentences long anyway. alsooo again i would like to apologize that this has taken so long. very out of it recently. hope you have a good day. 🤍

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you and oscar crash in through your hotel room door, your giggles mixing with his as he almost trips over his own feet when he attempts to kick his shoes off. his arms are lazily wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his just like he has ever since you jumped into the elevator minutes ago, not able to stay away from you.

your coordination is better – likely because you aren't as drunk as he is – so you slip out of your heels easily. you start backing through the room and towards the bed, your arms tightening to pull him down to your lips. one of your hands rake through his messy hair, the locks still damp with a mix of sweat and champagne that makes it them stand out in all directions.

he did it. he actually did it.

three podiums in three races, one of which was a win, was amazing. it was so much more than anyone would've expected from a rookie. of course, you knew of his capabilities even before the season started, but you also knew how different of a challenge this was and how hard it would be; especially considering how the season started.

despite how humble and calm he always is, often saying he isn't completely satisfied with the results of his races and that he could do more, you know he's extremely happy about this. he's fulfilled several childhood dreams, and that means the world to him.

and since he means the world to you, you want to make sure this is a day he never forgets.

your hands wander down his body, fingers soon grabbing at and tugging on the bottom of his shirt. reluctantly, you part from the kiss to pull the material over his head, throwing it away before latching onto his lips again. his hands reach under your dress, finding the back of your thighs and trailing up to your ass. the squeeze he gives you makes you squeal into his mouth, pulling away from him to let out an exaggerated gasp. the grin on your lips is even bigger than the one on his, but the words coming out of his mouth aren't as funny. "as much as i'm enjoying where this is going," he starts, your eyebrows rising as you lean your forehead against his. "we have that team dinner to attend, remember? we're supposed to meet lando down in the lobby in like..." he shoots a quick glance at the clock hanging by the door before his eyes meet yours again. "thirty minutes."

you're quick to answer. "lando can afford to wait a few minutes, don't you think?"

he pauses for a moment, before breaking out in laughter. "of course he can." he lets out a sigh. "i'm exhausted, though. i don't know how much i can-"

you cut him off by giving him a quick peck before shoving his shoulders, making him sit down on the edge of the bed behind him. "just lie back, then," you reach up to the straps of your dress, sliding them down your shoulders teasingly slow. "let me take care of you."

he may be exhausted, but he's watching you intensely as you slip out of the thin material. the lingerie set you're wearing – his favorite – was carefully selected earlier this morning when he'd left for a pre-race meeting, and you're glad to see that it has the effect you wished for. the adoration in his gaze is so sincere it makes your heart melt, and when he follows your orders and jumps back onto the bed, you can't help but laugh for the millionth time this evening.

it's so silly, so unserious; even when your boyfriend's job is a very serious and dangerous one, the two of you are good at finding moments like these to keep him grounded. you climb on top of him, lips finding the space right below his ear to draw out some pretty noises from him. you waste no time traveling down his neck, kissing and leaving little marks all over his skin.

you can tell his eagerness from how his big hands are moving up and down your sides, desperately needing to feel as much of you under his touch. he lets out a low sound of frustration when you lean back, pulling out of his hold to settle on his thighs. you chuckle, hands reaching forward to the zipper of his pants.

the tenderness of the situation doesn't hide how relaxed the whole moment is. the two of you have giggled at everything tonight; from the guy who tripped over the carpet in the lobby, to you having problems with unbuttoning and pulling off his pants; it all earns a pause in your lustful moment and brings out a mutual laugh. you can blame it on the champagne you've both shared from the massive bottle he got from the podium, or you can blame it on just the fondness you feel for each other; none is probably less true than the other.

once the material is off his body, he's left with nothing but a tent in his boxers, surprisingly big considering how little you've touched him. when one of your hands reaches forward to palm him through the fabric, he bucks his hips up eagerly and you raise an eyebrow at the sight. your free hand lands on his hip bone, holding him down against the mattress as your fingers wrap around his length. he lets out a grunt. "is this what i deserve?" he asks, the veins on his big hands becoming more prominent as he grips the bedsheets. "i win a race, get two podiums, and i get this? just teased?"

"oh, i'm sorry," you hum, your soft eyes meeting his pleading ones. you keep eye contact as you slowly lean down, placing a kiss to his tip. "don't you worry, i'll reward you properly."

you take your time while pulling down his underwear, not able to hide the grin that appears on your lips when oscar groans yet again.

"so worked up already?" you ask, letting your thumb circle around his tip. "all for me?"

"always."

you teasingly lick a stripe along his base, smiling to yourself when he twitches in anticipation. when you decide he's had enough of the teasing, you let your lips wrap around his tip, slowly lowering yourself down and taking as much of him as you can. a shaky breath leaves his mouth as he tries to control himself when you swirl your tongue around him. you begin to move up and down his length, slowly at first, but you can't help but go quicker when you look up at him.

his eyes are tightly shut, head thrown back to show off his strong neck and sharp jawline, and the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows makes the anticipation in your stomach build up. and you remember he's yours – this incredible, handsome, perfect man is here just for you – and it makes your need to please him grow even more. he lets out a string of curses when he hits the back of your throat, his chest heaving for air. "you're so good at this..." he says between breaths. "so good to me."

it doesn't take long before his hand reaches into your hair, but not to pull on it to encourage you or help you go quicker like he usually would.

"fuck- i'm so close," he lets out, and you're just about to speed up to help him reach his high when he speaks up again. "let me come inside you."

you slowly pull away from him, eyebrows raised. "are you sure?"

his eyelids open as he nods, a soft smile adorning his features. "just one thing," his hand comes down to cup your cheek, thumb swiping across your bottom lip to wipe away a drop of precum. "let me take off your bra. i want to see your pretty breasts bounce when you ride me."

you crawl up a little, leaning down to press your lips onto his yet again. his hands swiftly unclasp your bra, and you throw it away before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. one of his hands then drapes through your hair, pulling away the strands that have fallen forward into your face, before moving to the back of your neck to press you even harder against him. you tilt your head when his tongue presses against yours, and a shiver spreads through your body when his thumb swipes up and down your throat, pressing down on it to make your breath hitch. you could stay like this forever and ever, not even wanting oxygen because all you need is him.

when you do pull away, his eyes are closed in pure bliss (along with a tint of exhaustion). but when he finally looks up at you, they’re filled with so much love. "go on then, princess" he says, hands meeting at the back of his head as he leans back properly. he watches you with a content grin as you lower yourself onto him, the tightness from how he’s left you untouched sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

he bottoms you out and you stop for a moment to adjust to the pain. his hands move to your hips, fingers ever so careful as they massage your skin to ease the pain as much as he can. your head falls back, the stretch mixing with the building pleasure as you slowly begin to roll your hips against his.

"you okay?" oscar asks, and you can barely even find the energy to give him a nod. "good. because you feel so fucking nice."

he loves this view; his pretty girl riding him like it's what she was born to do, her cheeks rosy and lips parted. it's such a sinful image, yet he thinks it's angelic in a way. maybe it's mostly because of how good he feels as you bounce up and down on his dick, but there's something about the way your hair frames your face, the way those pretty eyes of yours are rolled back, and the way the thin layer of sweat on your skin glistens in the low light that makes his heart swell.

you're not usually on top like this. sex with oscar is not often characterized by you being in control, but after his hard work and good results recently, he really deserves to be taken care of. despite how his entire mind is clouded with pleasure, he can still tell how your legs begin to grow weak when you feel your high approaching. without you having to ask, he uses the last of his energy to help you out, hands taking some of the weight off you as he lifts you up and down. his name along with a string of whines escapes through your lips when you feel the climax wash over you, placing your hands on his chest and leaning forward for stability. the way you clench around him has him coming in no time, filling you to the brim.

you're panting when you lean onto him entirely, your head feeling heavy against his shoulder. his warm breath fans against your scalp, his arms coming up to wrap around your body. "love?" he asks and you tilt your head up to look at him. "you're the best."

"i haven't won my first formula one sprint race yet, though."

he throws his head back as he laughs. "don't worry, your time will come." when he looks down at you again and he sees the sweet smile plastered on your lips, he can't help but place a quick peck to your forehead. a moment of comfortable silence follows as you both try to calm your breaths, before he remembers what you're supposed to doing. "i definitely need to shower now..."

"you definitely needed it before, too," you tell him, letting your hand pat his cheek. "you still reek of champagne, you know."

"i've had so much champagne that i think i will sweat champagne for a week." oscar lets out a sigh, his eyelids falling closed. "i think i might actually fall asleep in the cab, i have absolutely zero energy left."

your thumb draws up and down his jawline. "or, maybe... we could stay in? and cuddle, or... keep going..."

his eyes shoot open, cocking an eyebrow at you. "you don't need to ask me twice. just let me tell lando-"

you press a finger to his chest, your eyes staring him down warningly. "you better not tell him the actual reason."

"of course i will, it's lando."

"oscar!"

[rerefundslocals]

Road head and locker rooms . JJK

Summary : a cold night and a boyfriend who wants nothing but to work out brings in more of a treat than just a quick run out the house.

>>pairing : Idol!jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : established relationship

>>genre: smut and barely fluff

>>warnings/tags: Dom!jungkook x sub!reader, car sex, oral(m recieves), spanking, breeding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, locker room sex, wall sex, backshots, hair pulling, cum tasting, and after care.

a/n - hey this is just a lil smthn after the love on bigdeal and you maybe should read that before this but you don't have to! But either way enjoy my valentines gift, I'll come back with more and my requests are open ! Enjoy<333

~★~

It's been a month since your and jungkooks 'fallout' and you've never been happier. You're both more healthy and consistent with talking about your feelings and respecting each other generally.

You're currently sat with him in his Merc as you drive to the center where he works out and trains his boxing with his coach. It's cold as It's 1AM in the morning and you internally scowl at Jungkook for taking you out this late.

"Did we really have to? I'm cold." You whine, your hands going dry at the temperature in the car.

He meekly looks over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a second before focusing back on the road, tongue toying with his lip piercing as he pretends to be in deep thought.

"Kook, come on!" His laugh feels the car as he leans forward, finding your little complain fest funny.

You glare at him in annoyance,playfully though and reciprocates it with a smirk playing on his lips, "come on, you decided to join me. I told you to sleep."

"Maybe I just wanted to fuck and you want to workout." You puff out your last sentence, folding your arms as you glare out the window, taking in the dark night outside and the sparkly stars outside.

"You can suck my dick right now if you want. I need the release before working out anyway." Focusing his eyes back on the road, Jungkook doesn't miss the way you try to play off your mischievous demeanor that was very open to road head.

You'd usually back out of stuff like this, but you're Pmsing and need to the release asap. So open to the idea you, you turn your head to Jungkook, and to your surprise his eyes are set on you already and you take in the fact that you're at a red-light.

Playfully but aware you question, "really, Kook?" Batting your lash appointment at him, and playfully licking your lips.

"Yeah, really. I'll help you." And with a swift motion his pants are at his knees along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

His hard dick slaps against his stomach, and not only are you shocked he got hard so fast, but that his dick always looks twice the size bigger than it last was and it makes your pussy wetter than it already is.

Jungkook leans over to help you take off your seatbelt as he parks his car by the sidewalk, his tattooed hand on the steering wheel.

As soon as the car is parked you waste no time taking Jungkooks lips in yours as your lip lock is messy with saliva and moans being propped off the car.

Jungkook props off your mouth to remind you of the task at hand. "Cmon' suck my cock, baby, please." You nod at him, sneaky smile on your lips as you lean into his neck to place open mouthed kisses on there.

"No marks, Babe." No marks. How absurd. you think, he's all yours and you'll place marks if you want,his fans will be a-okay, maybe about time Jungkook hints at them, that someone is so rocking his world and his monstrous cock.

"I'll mark you if I want, cause you're all mine, aren't you? You gonna confirm that for me or I won't suck your cock." He only smirks at you in response, dick only getting firmer in his hand as he hears you spew what he thinks is shit.

It plays in his mind how you think you can all of a sudden take control and make him repeat after you like a pet. But he'll remind just who exactly runs shit between you two.

"And? You think my hand can't do the job? What about yours? Your fingers can't make your pathetic cunt cum, so between us whose really losing, huh? Tell me, sweety."

You immediately shudder at his words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, Jungkooks cock throbbing on your clothed pussy.

Without further conversation you decide to muster up all that you have left in the word courage to put your mouth directly on his hard cock, dainty hands wrapping around his shaft.

"Cant even answer me for shit. You know who runs this, princess." Jungkook feels himself sweating when your mouth succumbs his cock whole as you moan around him when he immediately feels your warm tongue.

Your head bobs up and down as you bring your tongue out to stroke his cock, momentarily propping off his dick to give him slow licks as your hand rubs what you can't take in your mouth.

The mere action of jungkook opening his mouth wide and throwing his head back on to seat makes you wet, and it doesn't make it any better now that your PMS'ing.

Jungkooks pants fill the car as he feels his high approaching and only one thing would make his high reach the clouds and he says it,even demands it, "look at me when I cum, wanna cum all over your pretty face. You're my cumslut aren't you?" You peer up at him, nodding at him as you feel your body going hot at his dirty dirty words.

Jungkooks hands find your hair and forces you deeper as he moans and groans, his shirt sticking to his chest, almost as if he ran a mile.

"S-shit I'm gonna fucking cum." The gag you emit when your mouth props off his dick is loud and you have no time to drown it cause jungkook is rubbing his dick and his cum lands on your face, taking over your cheeks and the corner of your eye.

"Argh- fuck that's it. My cum dump so pretty for me." The sight of jungkooks fucked out figure makes you smirk as your index finger and thumb run along the cum on your cheeks and corner of your eye, putting it in your mouth to taste all of Jungkook.

Your initiative is to make him taste himself. So you do, straddling his lap as you prop your mouth on his, tongue taking him whole immediately.

The white sticky substance is shared among you two as you both moan like the most sex craved dogs on planet earth.

"Mmm, you always taste good." Thus you pull away, whispering praises to Jungkook of how his cock is the best man-made thing to have ever been in your life.

He only chuckles. Dick softening now, "Do you think I'm stupid, Princess? I'm still heading to work out. Can't keep coach too long."

You so are angry,I mean how would he? After you gave him the best orgasm. Never once breaking his rules of looking him in the eyes as he cums.

He is so done, you think. Sex ban that's it. He will never ever get anything more from you, okay? That's final.

Your mantra of punishing jungkook in your head is uncared for as your boyfriend, whose dick is already tucked away and seatbelt on, drives away from the sidewalk. Driving to his initial journey.

The whole ride consisted of angry glares at Jungkook, and dirty thoughts of Jungkook.

And to your amusement, jungkook only smirks at you, sometimes placing his hand on your thighs and his fingers would travel higher to tease your clothed pussy lips.

And oh are you in for a treat, jungkook thinks. It's a shame you're a little spoiled brat.

At the gym now you watch Jungkook box and do all sorts of things, that you definitely wouldn't be up to, considering you hate your body in pain.

You don't really wanna admit, considering you were mad at him, but the sight of his 'almost mullet' makes your pussy wet in an instant. Now disgustingly because they've been sticking your your clit that is begging for the attention and most importantly the desirable release.

Your thoughts never simmer down as jungkook almost moans when lifting his weights, and impeccably groaning in the quiet gym when he makes hits on his coaches gloves.

What you really think would shut down these thoughts would be taking a freaking break from being in Jungkooks overall presence, so you decide that would be it.

Making your presence known, you perk up, rubbing your thighs for warmth. "I'll be in the locker room, Jkay." Jungkook turns his head to the source of your voice and he smirks at you, nodding profusely as he toys with his lip ring.

Why does one man have to make you lose sanity?

Ignoring his actions, you head over to the locker room, placing your ass down on the bench.

But not even 5 minutes into playing candy crush,your head turns to the door as Jungkook parades in using his shirt to wipe off his excess sweat, his toned abs on full display.

"You done already?"

"Yeah, so get on the wall." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but nonetheless you're curious and stand up to do it, your back on the pristine wall.

"Like this?" He shakes his head no, taking the initiative to walk towards you and shift your position to where your back is facing his front.

"Like this. And arch your back, most importantly, listen to every word I say or you won't fucking cum tonight. Got it, Princess?"

It clicks in your head and definitely in your panties as your wetness pools even more now and you're nodding at Jungkook.

"Cmon' you're not fucking mute are you? Fuking answer me." Jungkoos gruff voice fills your ears and the demand in his voice makes you shudder with pleasure.

"Y-yes, Kook. I'll listen to you."

"Good girl. My pretty girl." Your pants are being pulled down along with your cherry printed underwear and jungkooks fingers come up to collect your wetness, meeting with your clit and you moan lowly at the feeling.

His lips get caught in his teeth as he seductively eyes your body up and down, "so fuckin wet for me. I get this pussy wet?"

You mewl, "yes, just for you, please, Jungkook."

Jungkook doesn't verbally respond but lays a slap on your ass before pulling his own sweats down, dick slapping on his lower abdomen as precum heavily leaks from his red tip.

"Kook- wait. Is your coach in the gym?" Its been playing in your mind how someone could rock up and walk in on this Rendezvous.

"Nah, he left, and im tryna fuck so please, don't ask anymore questions." And his dick slowly enters your walls.

You moan at the stretch, "oh fuck!"

Jungkook completely pulls put before slamming back in and you can almost hear a whine when he fully fills your tight walls and it makes you clench.

Your intertwined moans fill the room along with smacking noises from Jungkooks lower abdomen meeting your ass.

The sex is impeccable and makes you lose your arch, something Jungkook isn't too happy about. He lays a slap on your ass and proceeds to grab you by your hair to set your arch, as his sweaty hair clouds his vision.

"Arch your fucking back!" Holy shit did you almost let up there. Jungkooks dominance always turns you on so bad and you internally want him to get rougher and rougher one of these days

The coil turning in your stomach makes you reach down with one hand to rub your clit and call upon your release.

"Oh- my Gosh, I'm gonna fucking cum, Kook!" You whine.

Jungkooks thrusts get sharper and harder, meeting your g-spot and you're screaming maniac. "Holy shit- yes,yes,yes! Right there, Kook, right there!" Jungkook meets your expectations and hits your gspot continuously and you're left with weak fingers coaxing your release.

"Cum, baby. All over this cock." You soon cum undone all over his cock and jungkook moans at the way you moan his name when you've orgasmed.

Chasing his own release, he only coaxes it as he goes even harder and makes you overwhelmed, so your hand meets his and you try to prop off his dick.

"Jungko- fuck stop!" But he doesn't.

"I'm gonna cum- let me cum, don't run!" Jungkook breathlessly thrusts and thrust until his milking your pussy and the messy mix trails down your thighs.

"Holy shit." Your head is thrown on jungkooks chest and jungkook lays loving kisses on your shoulder, murmuring apologies for not stopping.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll stop next time."

" it's okay, Kook. just wanna sleep..that was so good." He chuckles at your tiredness and only silently cleans you up.

When you're all set and done, jungkook leads your sleepy figure to the car and places you in the backseat but it's unfamiliar to you so you struggle in his arms to sit with him in the front.

"Baby, go to sleep you're tired. Sleep in the backseat."

"No. Let me go." And he does, carefully putting you in place, and buckling you up.

"You're such a stubborn girl." That's what he says when he coupes up in his seat.

Your lazy reply, "your stubborn girl." Forgetting how you got here in the first place.

Jungkook smiles at you before driving into the night, whispering a subtle, "I love you." But you hear it and hopes he hears your mantra of love back.

~★~

Do not copy my work. I'll find you.

[heyhoneyybunn]

No Promises

Relationship: Mafia!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!Reader

Synopsis: In which you steal from the wrong guy.

Warnings: fluff, profanity, lil more suggestive than usual, mention of a weapon, reader has a child

Word count: 2.6k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Bonus | Bonus 2 |

The plan had been executed many times before, it was simple; wear your best dress, adopt a flirty attitude, find your prey and then finally make your move. He, however was a slight deviation from the plan. The devilishly handsome man who sat alone at the bar, dressed in a fancy shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow, his messy hair falling over his face immediately captured the attention of many around the room. Your fingers itched to pull the strands back and admire his full beauty.

You knew his type – rich, powerful, dangerous. You also knew that it was better to stay away from them, you didn’t have the luxury of becoming messed up in any criminal business ever since you had your son Katsu. You had been placed on the back-burner as you tried to make enough money for your darling son to have a normal life. So, you sat at the other end of the bar – as far from him as possible – one leg crossed over the other to expose more skin, a drink in hand as you observed the room subtly.

There was a younger man who looked to be in his late twenties with eyes bigger than his stomach, eyeing up the rest of the room even though he had a beautiful woman on his arm – he had potential.

Then there was the old man from across the room that kept sending you creepy smiles between sips of his fifth drink – definitely not your type.

Sighing quietly into your drink, you couldn’t afford another unsuccessful night – that much was known. There had to be a way to make it work.

“What’s making a pretty girl like you so upset?”

Oh, if only you knew. You looked up to the owner of the deep voice, eyes resting on the mysteriously attractive stranger from before. It was beginning to look like he was your only option. To make tonight a success you would have to befriend him and then make your move. Little did you know you were a little mouse trying to pull the wool over the eyes of a cat.

“Just tired of being lonely,” you pouted before downing your drink in one go. The glass clattered to the table as you turned to give him your full attention.

“Maybe I can help with that.”

Without objection you allowed him to pull you up and lead you to the floor. He grabbed your waist and swayed you gently to the soft jazz playing throughout the shabby establishment.

“Do you dance with all of the girls you pursue?” You asked cheekily, bringing your arms up to lock around his neck – trapping him within your embrace.

“Only the special ones,” he winked before smoothly pushing you off and spinning you under his arm. He dipped you and leaned close, the tips of your noses just touching, his warm breath caressed your face as you planted a small kiss on his cheek, coaxing a name from him.

“Kuroo. What’s your name?” He asked, slightly breathless.

“Call me Sugar.”

With eyebrows raised he said nothing in regard to your alias. The swaying resumed as he paraded you around the whole dance floor.

“Come home with me Sugar.”

Usually this was an invitation you’d decline but there was something in his air that drew you to him, it made you want to rub up against him like a cat. You pretended to think it through, to be unsure of his invitation, “That’s a bad idea,” you said with faux innocence.

“I can keep you company tonight,” he whispered in your ear, salaciously sinful thoughts swayed your decision as you replied, “Okay.”

With hand in his, he led you away to a more private place as he made you his.

…

“Ten thousand? That’s it? I know this is worth at least 50 thousand!” You exclaimed to the pawnbroker who was trying to rip you off.

“Listen, I’ll give you fifteen thousand, take it or leave it, I don’t care.”

The overwhelming urge to throttle her to wipe the smug look off her face had to be stomped down. All of the broke customers of this pawn shop were trying to make instant cash and she knew exactly how to take advantage of them.

“Fine,” you relented, handing over the precious watch you had stolen from your last night fling. Swiping it from the dresser in your rush to leave, it was physically painful to pry yourself from his arms and not stay to admire his beauty as he snored away, hugging a pillow to his chest as if it were you.

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

She handed you the money and you slipped it securely into your purse. Grabbing your son’s hand you led him to the milkshake place down the street, your previous anger melting away at his cheers of joy.

At the booth sipping on your chocolate milkshake, Katsu eagerly babbled on about his school as you nodded in interest.

“Mama, why do you always shout at the lady in there?” He asked curiously, looking up at you with his shining doe eyes.

“Because my darling…” you paused trying to think of something to say, “She always steals my money.”

He pouted into his glass, “Is that why we still don’t have a house yet?”

You could hear the cracking of your heart at his despondent tone, “Well, she’s a big setback I suppose.” Without her eating away at your profits, you would have at least half of the funds to start looking into buying a place for the both of you.

“But what brought this on?” You tucked him into your side, stroking his hair with fond ruffles.

“I just miss you,” he said burying his face into your arm as he held onto you tighter.

“Don’t worry okay? You only have to stay with grandma a little longer and then we can finally be together in our new house,” you assured him.

Katsu peaked up, “Can we stay near a play park?”

“Of course we can!”

With spirits lifted, he then rambled on about his ideas for your future. The colours he would paint the house, the number of TV’s that would be in each room. You smiled into his hair as you peered out the window and you could almost see it – a stable household for him with you to look after him.

When you broke out of your reverie you saw a head of messy black hair out in the streets, with one blink, he was gone.

…

Another day, another job. With Katsu back at his grandmothers it was time to go out again. There was no chance that you’d make the same type of money as your last job but whatever you made, no matter how little, contributed to the house fund. Sighing, your eyes flickered open, the flood of light making your face scrunch as you sat up, a disoriented mess.

With eyes fully adjusted and a burning face, you jumped, scrambling to the other side of the room, grabbing your dressing gown to hide the skimpy pyjamas you usually wore. Before you was a smirking Kuroo, the man you couldn’t stop thinking about from the other night.

“Nice sleep Y/n?”

Shit he knew your name, which was expected since he was also standing in your bedroom. Inching closer to the door you said nothing. Eyes assessing his every detail, you noticed the watch you had taken the other night sat prettily on his wrist, glinting under the daylight, his eyebrow rose as he caught your line of sight. You shuddered to think of what happened to the stubborn old hag at the pawn shop.

“Do you steal from all of the guys you sleep with?”

“Only the special ones.”

“I’m flattered,” he said as he toured your room, pausing at the frame on your dressing table, “Whose this?”

He held the picture of you and Katsu at the park, he was bundled in your arms as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Just a nephew,” you said cautiously, carefully avoiding his probing stare.

He said nothing as he continued to sweep through your belongings, when he reached a drawer that you pleaded for him to leave alone. As his hand gripped the nob you couldn’t help but shout, “Not that drawer!”

You wanted to kick yourself. With piqued interest he gazed down at you, another smirk pulling at the corner of his lips – he was enjoying this.

“What are you hiding, something inappropriate I hope,” he opened it anyway, drowning your protests out as he tutted, “and I was right.”

The cabinet was filled with stolen items, some still valuable that had yet to be sold, others completely worthless and gathering dust as they sat there unused.

“Just how many people have you stolen from,” he inquired, stepping closer to you. Within touching distance, he pulled you by your chin to face him.

“A lot.”

His thumb stroked your bottom lip as he spoke, “Poor souls. Who could resist a vixen like you.”

“What do you want from me?” You demanded, yanking yourself out of his grip to hide your flustered expression.

“Do you know who I am yet?”

Confusion washed over as you tried to fit the pieces together. Kuroo, Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsuro? And suddenly it all clicked, the fancy suits, expensive apartment, powerful aura. He was the leader of Nekoma.

“You’ve figured it out,” he praised, “I want you to work for me.”

A laugh bubbled out your throat so powerful your head tipped back to let the sound out, “I don’t think so.”

He waited patiently for you to finish, “You owe me.”

You shrugged confidently as you tried to hide the nervous tremor in your leg, “I refuse to get swept up in that dangerous world of criminals.”

“You’re a criminal too,” he pointed out.

“I only steal from the sleazy, evil or the rich. Half the time they deserve it, the other times they don’t even notice cause they’re loaded.”

“I need your skills,” he tried again, buttering you up with words of flattery.

You put your foot down, preparing for a nasty fight, “Find someone else.”

To your surprise he backed down with pursed lips, “If you change your mind you can find me in the Nekoma Corporation building in Nerima City.”

With those final words he left, allowing you to let out a shaky breath. It was time for you to leave again.

…

It had been a month, a whole month of laying low and staying on the run. Stealing every night and selling the same day as you tried to stay afloat, paying for constant new clothes and cheap derelict motels. What hurt most was not being able to see your son, the only way you had been in contact was through a burner phone that you only used for a measly two minutes before getting rid of it.

Paranoia crawled up your skin consuming you slowly but surely, the constant looking over your shoulder made you fatigued, the startling jump of your heart every time you saw a head of messy dark hair with encapsulating hazel eyes set you even more on edge.

Picking up your new phone you lifted it to your ear as you impatiently waited for the call to go through.

“Mama?” You called out.

“Y/n?! Oh thank god! Katsu’s missing, he’s not come home from school since yesterday,” her frantic tone cause panic to burst in your chest.

Your heart raced as your grip tightened, the sound of cheap plastic crushing crackled through the receiver, “I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you, he’s with me.” You schooled your voice into one of calm firmness.

She breathed a sigh of relief as you flurried through a quick goodbye and chucked the phone at the ground, pieces shattered decorating the pavement in sharp fragments.

Your mind was filled with rage as you strode purposefully to a taxi, chucking a wad of cash that would be more than enough for the overall journey.

“Take me to Nekoma Corporations in Nerima City.”

…

Stalking to the elevator, the pleads of the receptionist behind you drowned out as you left them behind. Pressing the button for the top floor, the presidential office, your foot tapped against the ground as you checked your possession of the small blade hidden under your jacket, you held the bag filled with money in your hand tightly as the doors finally opened.

You walked up to the entrance of the suite casually, giving the guards a look, they said nothing as they stepped aside granting you full access to the office. Pushing through the doors, you were greeted by a desolate living room as you shouted into the empty air, “Kuroo Tetsuro where the fuck are you?”

Busting through all of the possible rooms, hope burst in your chest as you approached the last set of doors. To your utter surprise you found Katsu sitting in the boss’ chair, engaging happily as Kuroo explained something to him. He didn’t appear to be scared – he looked at ease, as if he were at home waiting for you to join him to watch a movie like you did every Sunday.

At your grand entrance, they both turned as you dropped the large duffel at your side. The other men in the room stood to attention, hands on their weapons as you burned holes into Kuroo’s new suit.

“I knew you’d show up, eventually,” he smirked as you tried to calm the seething expression that would surely scare Katsu.

“I’m not here for you,” you spat, “Give me Katsu.”

“Hold on,” he stopped you, “You still owe me.”

You threw the duffel at him which – to your disappointment – he caught with ease. Slowly he unzipped it and sighed, “I don’t want your money.”

“And I don’t want to work for you for the rest of my life,” you countered.

“Then, do one job for me.”

“And then you’ll disappear?”

“No promises.”

Your gaze narrowed on him as he looked unapologetically cocky.

Sighing you finally relented, “One job.”

He turned to your son, helping him off the chair as you held your breath – surprised at his gentle handling.

“Okay Katsu, you can go see mama now.”

“Mamaaaaaa,” The little boy shouted as he took off running, flinging himself into your arms as you caught him easily. You smothered kisses all over his face as he giggled into the affection.

“My darling, were you okay here? Did they hurt you at all?” You cupped his face, firing off question after question, not yet ready to let him go. From the edge of your vision you could see Kuroo step forwards but you pointedly ignored him.

He shook his head vehemently, “We got ice cream today! And then daddy watched Ponyo with me!”

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo’s sheepish smile as you managed to splutter out, “Is that so?”

He nodded his head, “Daddy also said that we don’t need to worry about buying a house anymore and that we can just stay here! Isn’t that great?”

You patted his head gently as you forced a smile on your face, “That’s great news. Katsu do you want to go and watch some TV? I have some words for your ‘daddy.’”

He zoomed off as you addressed all of the guards in the room, “Watch him.”

After the soft click of the door sounded, finally it was you and him alone. Kuroo gulped, his nervous laughter ringing out as he backed up into his desk, you hard on his tail. With nowhere to escape, you tugged on his tie bringing him down to your level, “You’re in big trouble.”

[hoodhookage]

could you write albedo losing his composure because of readers teasing? he becomes louder than usual too <3

I TRIED i hope this was okay,, i also tried to keep it gn i hope i did an okay good job with that

cute blonde tries to cockblock himself but ends up getting some in the car!!! (volume up) omg ew jk

modern au he’s in a car i guess— you eyefuck him in it for a lil bit then he gets turned on from kissing kissing a lot sorry

you give it to him in the car & i hope the ending wasn’t out of pocket

thanks @colourless-cora @valb3rry @kageyamathegrump @katsukiflr i showed you all random pieces of this & you were rly nice to me…so i will kiss you all…maybe make out a little…kidding @aimicoos didn’t read this but i’ll pretend they did in spirit!!!!

that’s really all it took?

albedo’s a blushing mess now; hidden from your gaze, facing the opposite direction. his hand runs harshly through his hair, separating a couple of strands that catch his fingers.

you giggle, both trying to help him ignore the sudden rush of heat he’s gotten. all thanks to you, and a couple of kisses.

well, maybe you should give yourself a little more credit for allowing curiosity to get the better of you…you seem to be enjoying it a lot more than you thought.

letting your impatience rise from the brief pause of contact, you break the short silence.

“are you seriously hiding? one more, please!” you cheer, thankful he isn’t turned in your direction to see you lick your lips and shift in your seat beside him. “one more, i’m serious!” you exclaim, finishing just in time.

he gives you another giggle with the way his hand comes up to cover just above his mouth, a poor attempt to conceal the smile that’s been all over his face from the second you’ve sat beside him.

wrapping your hand around his wrist, you gently tug at it in hopes he’ll finally give in to what you’ve been waiting for. “just one more” you confirm, sounding like a broken record that he’ll never get tired of.

“but this time, i wanna try something else.”

his gaze moves back up to yours, eyes batting at you expectantly with his cheek in his palm.

oh, he’s cute like this.

you agree with yourself, so cute.

you aren’t quite satisfied with the decision you’ve made in your head, you play your answer over a couple more times.

albedo is cute, yes. your mind travels a little too quickly. the kind of cute that has you starting to think the small fine the two of you could very much face for taking him in his car could be played down.

…you can’t wait until post nut clarity hits you [both] like a truck.

the mood has definitely changed.

you want to open your mouth but it’s instead albedo who does the talking for you. he seems to have made up his own answer, you must have took too long.

oops.

“don’t” he mumbles. you almost miss it, but his eyes have you already prepared in advance to make sure you won’t.

a smile creeps up on your lips, and you continue to speak as you face him. “what?” you mumble, keeping your tone low and full of fake sincerity. it absolutely eats at him.

your smile gets bigger when you see albedo noticeably gulp, allowing yourself to bask in all the satisfaction you receive from the start of what could possibly be much more prominent reactions.

you let your pointer finger shape tiny, soothing circles around his knuckles and on the skin nearby.

“that dangerous face you’re making,” he sighs. “don’t look at me like that, please”

you feel a lot closer to him now, mouth a couple centimetres away from his. albedo knows what you’re going to ask him, he knows you’re not going to give up…not that he wants you to.

and he definitely knows he can’t leave this very parking lot until he gives you what you’ve been starting to put him on edge for.

you toy with him further, “so?” you start.

“how come we got here so early?”

he closes his eyes and shakes his head, your noses briefly meeting with the turn of his head. you love when he lets you tease him, always taking a little more than the last.

you wonder if he’s enjoying it, secretly, all under his regular expression that won’t last for long.

it’s going to be a little different this time; you remember, you wanted to try something new.

your hand slowly travels up his chest, letting your fingertips run in quick, smooth lines along his shirt. he takes in a deep breath.

“we did get here early, yeah” he inhaled. “…but i don’t think i can go in just yet though.”

so he is?

another exhale. his voice is beginning to get breathy and it has you feeling on the edge of your seat, his car leaving you with no space to search for that sense of relief.

“you said you only needed to run in, i don’t see any other issues” twirling your finger around in his hair. “you still never answered me” you pout, “i want some more.”

albedo lets himself fall into your hands— your consistent guidance to blame, leaning into your lips. he’s a lot warmer since the last kiss you shared. that little factor alone has you intrigued, as if there’s more for you to find out.

he has been particularly courteous these last couple of days. you want to put an end to it.

with your hand on the back of his neck, you pull him further in. his lips gently shudder the second he feels your tongue slide over his bottom lip, eyes fluttering open for a split second.

full of surprises, albedo reminisces, he likes that.

whether it be with the way you start things, the way you finish them, how you’re able to catch him off guard with even the most practical and sensible moves in the book— you always leave him astounded.

you just so happen to do it again, breathlessly.

nothing is able to prepare him for the hand that reaches across him down to his crotch. you squeeze him through his pants, feeling him harden in your palm the longer you play with his length.

he pulls away, eyes hazy with a hand coming over yours to hault your movements. “i take back what i said earlier” he murmurs, “i think it’s you who can’t go in yet now” giving a spent laugh. you shake your head, separating the gap between you both by leaning into his neck this time. “maybe, but i think it’s both of us”

albedo gives you a short strained hum as your tongue trails up his neck, breath hot against his skin. the feeling lingers, your hand beginning to claw at his pants. you feel giddy, getting to hide in his shoulder as you work him up. his hand pulls at the fabric of his pockets, fidgeting.

“can you do me a favour?” you almost whisper. he nods, already anticipating to hear your request. “i said i wanted to try something, remember?”

he sucks in a deep breath, body tense and already starting to give in. you always treat him so good, satisfying him down to the smallest of desires he sometimes has trouble understanding.

“i do, what is it?” albedo asks, you choose to stay silent.

you didn’t exactly think you would get to this point and hadn’t planned far enough in advance, you think you’ll make it up along as you go if he asks again, but you plan to have him forget he ever even did.

“can you take these off, for me?” you give him a final squeeze before awaiting his lead and having him do what he’s been told.

for me, those two simple words you’ve chosen to include in your plea begin to overwhelm him. can he take them off, for you? he repeats to himself, of course he can. it has something in his stomach stirring.

anything for you.

he can’t get enough of it, fingers beginning to unzip his pants, for you. his quick obedience has you feeling something similar of your own, low and deep in your gut. your hearts both race as he lets the layer of his underwear free.

you fight the urge to touch yourself in front of him and focus your attention on him, little by little. even if it kills you— both— in the process.

the next kiss you pull him in for is sweeter than before, it gives an intense contrast from the last few that were much hungrier in comparison. it makes him ache and his body skittish, feeling your breath roll over his lips.

he’s starting to get painfully hard, you massage him through the thinner fabric he’s pressed again. albedo keeps his eyes open to savour the moment for a little longer before you pull away again.

you can feel him further into your hand.

“yeah, good boy” the words spill from your mouth, too turned on to catch them in advance. you’re really spoiling him tonight. albedo feels dizzy, the haze in his eyes a contributing factor. the name you’ve just called him has him wanting to turn to liquid, to dissolve right into your touch.

“can you please come here” he rasps, needing to feel your bodies flush against each other. it’s becoming something he can’t go without from you, not even for a couple of days.

you lift your leg over him, chuckling when his hands meet your waist. “are you gonna let me have you in the drivers seat?” tone turning serious as you sit right atop of his dick, the pressure making him wince.

“just have me” he quivers, “like you always do.”

you tell him to move his seat back as you begin unbutton his shirt halfway, trying to expose as much of his skin as possible. you’re breathless, “you look so good right now” praising him as you lean forward to give him another kiss.

you make quick work of pulling down your shorts along with your underwear, thankful your shirt covers a good portion of your lower half. “you don’t mind if somebody sees?” he focuses on pulling down his own bottoms, not seeming to worry. “as long as they can’t see you” you smile.

the rest of your answer is put on hold the second he lets his dick slap his abdomen, what you’ve been waiting for. your lips part when you take a good look. the tip is pink and there’s a couple of veins all over, those are always the first two characteristics that stand out to you when you see him.

something about him is so pretty, it makes you clench. “i‘ve been thinking of riding you all day” you confess, listening to him groan in response. “i just wanna touch you” sighing.

albedo shuts his eyes and nods, an expression on his face almost as if he were in pain. he leaks uncontrollably at your words. you move some of the hair from his face before looking down between the both of you. he bucks his hips, a sign he’s wanting to be fucked right now.

wrapping your hands around the shaft, you feel him throb in your hold as you stroke him softly— the way he likes it. every little sound that leaves his lips has you losing your patience along with him.

he shifts in his spot, trying to feel more of your hand take him. you run your thumb over the tip, making him gasp. “lay back for me.”

and he does. you lift yourself just enough to hover over him, the head kissing your entrance. taking a deep breath, you hold his dick in place and start to lower yourself.

you allow yourself to sink completely on him, relishing in the slight pain of the stretch he brings and the whine he lets through his teeth.

his thighs tense as you squeeze him entirely, chest beginning to heave before you’ve even moved. albedos pupils are blown, mouth slightly open as he stares at you.

he lets his head lean back completely against the headrest, tilted with his neck on full display for you. you lean down, giving him open-mouthed kisses across his neck and chest. you begin to roll your hips over his cock, sitting up with your hands flat and pressed against his toned chest.

it feels hot, warm, like you’re trying to suck him in. you listen to him moan your name, watching him fall apart right under you. his face is flushed as you tell him how pretty he looks, light strands of hair sticking to his neck and a couple across his face as a thin layer of sweat begins to coat his forehead.

you let out an unintentional moan in response when you listen to him. you’ve gotten him so worked up, voice raised by any octave or two with every string of cries he lets out spurring you on.

he lets a hand snake down to near where you’re both connected, starting to play with your body. it’s a habit of his, to touch you regardless of how sensitive you may already be. you both gasp; yours coming from the new stimulation, and his from your body’s reaction to it.

“good-” he pants out, heaving “you feel so good.”

albedo anchors his arm with his other hand on one of your shoulders, his tiny bit of force pushing you down twice as hard when you bounce on him. the hand gripping your shoulder blade not only helps him maneuver you, but is also a gesture of affection.

with that in mind, you bring a hand out to his jaw, cupping his cheek. the sound of your ass against his thighs, his satisfied hums, and your little touches soothe each other into the easy succumb of pleasure.

you bring yourself up and down on his cock, enamoured with the shameless sounds he lets out. “do you think we can cum together, please” his tone desperate, making your legs go limp for a split second.

nodding, you watch his eyes roll back before you shut your own. you don’t know when it’s going to hit either of you, but you’re preparing for it to hit hard. if the way his dick is hitting that one sensitive spot inside you sending shivers down your spine isn’t to blame, it’s how he fills the car with continuous chants of how he feels as if he could shatter right underneath you.

you feel albedo swipe his thumb right across you, knowing exactly how to push you right over the edge and it sends your body into his. you let out muffled whimpers into his damp neck as he chokes on his own breath, your reaction pulling his orgasm out too.

you grind against each other, dragging it out as he drapes his arms around your back. he tells you he loves you between gulps and the cracks of his voice, sweetness in his voice making you spasm.

albedo shares one deep breath with you as you both calm down, lifting your head to look at him. his hair is a mess, half of it still stuck to him as he gives you a half lidded smile that makes you feel a little dizzy.

trying to help you fix your own hair in the process, he gives you a kiss, promising to clean you up as ye caresses your back.

“shit” you mumble, eyes catching the silhouette before you in a flit of panic after you’ve moved back to your seat. your hand instinctively comes up to cover a fraction of your face, self-consciously rubbing your skin afraid to look any closer.

the reaction draws albedo out of his prolonged post-orgasm bliss in the process rather quickly, scanning your expression for what your eyes have landed on. you curse under your breath once more when the realization hits.

“oh, him. looks like i forgot” albedo yawns as kaeya and his unmistaken, unexpected presence dawns over him, a smile plastered on his face. “…somehow” he trails off, turning back to you.

your eyes widen at him, “forgot?”

somehow?

“you must have distracted me” he scratches behind his ear, laughing sheepishly.

you don’t have the energy to give him a playful but well deserved hit to the cheek.

except, you also want to pat yourself on the back for so easily being able to unravel him, starting with just your fingers alone…and a little more afterwards.

but the origin of how albedo has magically managed to regain his composure so nonchalantly is a mystery in itself. you want answers.

“well? so you did know he would be here?” you remind him, looking for some sort of proper explanation. he blinks a couple of times before giving you a look, the kind you easily recognize from in the bedroom.

“of course not.”

of course not, you mock, rolling your eyes. you wait a little while longer in the car as albedo hastily fixes his hair and opens his door.

…here’s to your final moment of peace; unplagued and yet to be disturbed by the storm kaeya is soon going to bring, along with relentless teasing.

you huff, receiving any kind of ticket doesn’t seem half as bad right about now. not bad at all.

sorry if at some point you can tell i’ve never had car sex before

[trashytummiez]

Anxious Tummy Virus

After @fungusfangs posted a cute sequence featuring Tamaki sick with a stomach virus I had to make this fic ;3

Warning: contains anxiety belly kink burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea vomiting tummy rubs

Tamaki was always so anxious whenever he and Fatgum went patrolling. He could always feel so many eyes on him. It never failed to twist the poor anxious boys stomach into knots every time.

No villains or criminals could be seen but they always had to be vigilant. Which was why both were constantly eating whenever patrolling. Fatgum stuffed his face with whatever he could get to power up his fat if the situation called for it. And if it didn't then at least he got to enjoy some yummy treats along the way. Tamaki needed the food to power his food-based quirk.

That and his stomach was rumbling loudly behind this pouch-heavy vest. It was loud enough to make poor Tamaki blush and pray that no one could hear it.

But it also made him feel a little sick. His anxiety made his tummy really weak sometimes and it would get gurgly pretty often. But it didn't usually make him feel so oddly nauseous and weak. He couldn't explain why that wasn't the case tonight.

Oblivious to this Fatgum finished munching a bunch of food and handed down something to Tamaki. "Here ya go! Try some crab onigiri!" The fat-based hero suggested as he munched.

"...T-Thanks," Tamaki groaned and slowly took the onigiri whilst trembling slightly. Usually he trembled from anxiety but right now he was trembling from not feeling very well.

Fatgum patted his young sidekick on the back and laughed heartily. "Figured ya must be hungrier than usual today! Yer stomach's growlin' like crazy!"

Tamaki held the onigiri up with both hands and trembled shakily. This time though it was totally embarrassment and anxiety induced.

"...I didn't realize it was loud enough to draw attention..." he whimpered. "...So embarrassing..."

"Don't sweat it kid! Ya need yer energy after all right?" Fatgum assured the pointy-eared boy.

Tamaki nodded like a sad dejected little boy and nibbled on his onigiri whilst still trembling adorably. It tasted great which led to him taking another bigger bite immediately after.

Still his stomach felt oddly sour in a way it didn't usually feel.

Close to forty five minutes passed along with several snack stops along the way of their patrol.

Without warning a big hearty sounding burp erupted from the patrolling pair. Only the source was unexpected.

"Whoa! Nice one kid!" Fatgum snickered and nudged Tamaki who was covering his mouth and blushing furiously. "Ya know usually it's Red Riot lettin' the big ones out like that! Heh musta really needed that huh!"

But before Tamaki could whimper out another word of how badly embarrassed he felt, an especially loud thick sounding gurgle bellowed from Tamaki's belly. It churned so heavily and forcefully that it made Tamaki freeze in place like a petrified statue. Tamaki hiccuped then whimpered as his body trembled anew.

"Oh no..." he uttered quietly and fearfully while his tummy gave another sick groan. He winced and went slightly teary eyed from the discomfort. "No no no no no no no no no..." he repeatedly dreadfully.

"...Uh...Amajiki...?" Fatgum asked. His own big grin turned to a big concerned frown. He was about to ask if Tamaki was okay when suddenly the poor boys stomach hitched aggressively with a thick churning noise.

Tamaki gave another really thick closed mouth burp that ended with him suddenly spewing bile from past his lips. He went wide-eyed and desperately tried to cover his mouth with both hands but it was too late. Tamaki gave a loud gross sounding burp that sent a heaping load of vomit spewing from his mouth and splattering horribly onto the floor.

"Ohhh crap..." Fatgum remarked suddenly in concern. He wasn't at all grossed out at the sight of Tamaki leaning forward and puking heavily. The giant blubbery hero leaned down and very gently rubbed Tamaki's cape concealed back. "S'okay kid. Just let it out..." he assured him.

Not that Tamaki had any other choice.

The poor boy panted heavily then lurched with another stream of puke expelling from his mouth heavily onto the floor. Some passing civilians saw the sight and looked mortified. Others looked concerned as poor Tamaki continued spewing the contents of his stomach disgustingly onto the pavement.

When he finally stopped throwing up Tamaki was standing wearily as bile dripped from his fangs. The poor boy was trembling with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"...m'so sorry..." he slurred groggily but Fatgum gently shushed him and kept rubbing his back.

"S'alright kid. Don't sweat it yeah?"

Fortunately there were a few passing civilians with quirks that were able to make short work of the sick while Tamaki got washed up in a nearby restaurant.

He was so mortified that he tearfully hid his face directly into Fatgum's giant blubbery tummy like a child too scared to go to the dentist.

Fatgum frowned sympathetically as he gently ruffled the top of poor Tamaki's purplish blue hair and held up a soda for him.

"Why didn't ya tell me you were feelin' sick kid?" Fatgum asked then almost guiltily said, "...I had ya eatin' soooo much today too...!"

Tamaki muffled a thick burp in his mouth that was muffled even further by Fatgum's belly fat smothering his face then he sniffled tearfully. "I thought it was just another anxiety stomachache..." he whimpered and hiccuped sharply. He sniffled again and hiccuped again. "Ohhhh-urrrp-unnngh..." he couldn't help but burp in between his groaning both with humiliation and how badly his stomach still hurt.

It gurgled thickly but fortunately not as bad as it had been before he threw up.

But it was still enough to make him tear up some more as he buried his face even deeper into Fatgum's flabby belly and cried out. "I wanna go hooooome...!" Funnily enough his whaling was muffled by thick fatness.

Fatgum frowned anew and gently rubbed Tamaki's back. "Yeaaah you definitely shouldn't be on patrol with a stomach bug kid. Can't let ya risk fightin' bad guys with yer own gut givin' ya grief."

He scooped Tamaki up like a scared puppy and walked him out of sight away from all the people. As he carried him off Fatgum used a few of his fingers and gently placed them atop Tamaki's stomach. They alone were about as large as Tamaki's hand and he used them to gingerly and carefully rub Tamaki's turbulent tummy for him while using his thumb and index finger to hold a can of soda still.

Tamaki groaned at the feeling relaxing in Fatgum's arms. But he still blushed and looked away biting his lip anxiously with a soft whimper.

"...I'm sorry for being so weak all the time," Tamaki said with a sadder sniffle.

But Fatgum scowled and lightly poked the boys chest. "Hey you ain't weak kid. If I were a bettin' man I'd bet the farm on you against any opponent ten billion times outta ten."

"...That number doesn't make sense..."

"It means yer one'uh the strongest heroes in the biz Suneater. Havin' shot nerves don't make ya weak." Fatgum's expression softened and he more gently stoked Tamaki's gurgling belly. "...Ya shouldn't keep puttin' yerself down like that kid. Especially over somethin' that ain't even yer fault."

Tamaki nodded softly and looked down. "...I'm sorry."

Fatgum rolled his eyes but in a good natured way. "...Always friggin' apologizin'. Geez. Anyway..."

He carefully lowered Tamaki to the ground when the two were alone behind a building. The boy groaned softly and hugged his stomach with one hand. Then Fatgum handed him the soda he was still carrying.

"Drink up lil buddy. This oughta help yer guts stop stirrin' as much."

Tamaki frowned as he took the soda. "...B-But soda makes me-"

"-Yeah yeah. Why d'ya think I took ya away from all those people? It's just us kid. Don't worry 'bout it."

Tamaki glanced at the soda then looked around. They really did seem to be alone. But still he looked nervous. However when he looked up and saw an assuring smile from his sensei he sighed and gave in.

He cracked his can open and carefully took a sip. It was nice and crisp going down his throat and the way the soda felt bubbling in his stomach gave him some slight relief from the more acidic churning he was enduring.

So he swigged more soda down starting to chug it a little more feverishly. His throat bobbed as the fizzy liquids poured down his gullet and settled into his bubbling stomach. Tamaki inwardly whimpered knowing what was coming but took in more of the drink anyway while breathing through his nostrils.

After getting a good amount of the can down he pulled it aside and panted with one hand gently rubbing his tummy. A second later Tamaki's hand tightened around the middle of his stomach and then his mouth parted with a huge throaty burp. It was much louder than Tamaki himself ever was and left him panting and whimpering.

Fatgum laughed and patted the boy on the back dislodging another burp in the process that made Tamaki blush even harder. "Good one kid! Startin' to feel a lil better?"

"...Define better..." Tamaki whined. Even alone he trembled anxiously at being so loud and gross if even just around Fatgum. The soda helped to settle his tummy while the carbonation helped work some much needed gas out of his system. But the fact that soda always made him so burpy didn't do anything for his anxiety.

Still if he had to choose between burping obnoxiously and throwing up violently it was a pretty obvious choice.

So he downed more of his beverage all while nursing his tummy. When he pulled the can away again he tried to hold the burps in by giving thick closed mouth burps. But some were so strong that they forced their way past his lips and just ended up even louder.

Poor little Tamaki couldn't catch a break.

If nothing else the soda and pressure release was definitely helping make his stomach feel better. Eager to be done with it Tamaki downed the rest of his beverage and tossed the can into a nearby bin. a second later his hands flew to his stomach and Tamaki released an enormous burp so strong that it sounded like it almost came out of Fatgum.

"Almost" because Fatgum's burps could literally make the ground shake if he got a good one out.

Fatgum whistled and nudged Tamaki in the shoulder. "Damn kid! Yer gettin' some good ones out tonight ain'tcha!"

This was anything but good. But the relief Tamaki was feeling made it worth it.

Tamaki slumped back against a nearby wall and rubbed his belly up and down with both hands until he coaxed out another lengthy burp that dragged on for a few seconds and left him panting. And blushing of course.

"...Hrraaaah...okay...I...I think that's all of it," Tamaki said gently patting his stomach. "...I just wanna go hooOOOOOOoorh-me..." But his pale face soon went red as Red Riot's hair when he accidentally burped the word 'home' out at the end of his last sentence.

Fatgum laughed hysterically making his giant tummy jiggle like a mountain of jello.

"...Yeaaaaah let's getcha home kid. At this point I'm more worried ya might blush yerself t'death before this stomach bug gives ya any more grief."

For as powerful as Tamaki was? If his quirk were powered by embarrassment and anxiety he'd be unstoppable...

[donutloverxo]

NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

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

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

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

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

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

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

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

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

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

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

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

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

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

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

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

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

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

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

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

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

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

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

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

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

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

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

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

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

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

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

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

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3

Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!

Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!

For Now

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking

Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.

You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.

And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.

On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.

On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.

“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.

He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.

You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.

Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.

“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”

You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.

Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.

Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.

You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”

You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.

He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.

Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.

Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.

Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.

“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.

You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”

The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.

He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”

You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.

He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?

At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.

He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.

Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”

He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.

“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.

You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.

“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”

Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”

You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.

Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.

You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.

He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”

You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.

“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.

His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”

Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.

You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.

“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.

Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.

He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.

“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.

He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. “If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.

You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”

He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”

You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”

He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”

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[backandimbamon]

Bonnie playing with Damon's hair and he all sleepy 😊

this really took a while because… i was going to stop at the first half but i wanted to consider Bonnie’s perspective (: and then it got a lil spicy and i was like *sigh* why must you always take it there? but i mean- 👁- i always take it there because we were robbed!!! Damon is practically a self proclaimed sex god and i hate how they separated Bonnie from her sexuality, or really any form of intimacy for sooo long. and the scraps we got were NEVER enough. okay anyways yeah i’m finally done, like let’s get into it.

Damon notices that Bonnie touches him sparingly and really not because she wants to but because it happens accidentally every now and then, one of the perks about frequently invading her space.

Being stuck on the other side, there is less room for her and more for him, she’s in his world now which means it’s his duty to make her feel as uncomfortably comfortable as possible.

He notices everything; how her cheeks turn red when their knuckles brush against one another’s, how she takes in an exasperated little breath when their shoulders touch, how she rolls her eyes when he stands entirely too close. Damon hangs on to these moments because this may be his only form of female contact he’ll receive for a very, very, long time.

That is the only reason he hangs on.

Anytime she touches him intentionally, he feels a pride swell deep in his chest that he’s liked by Bonnie after a rocky road of ups and downs, fussing and fighting, he is finally deemed worthy enough for her to care about him even if it’s brief, even if it’s the smallest skin to skin contact imaginable.

And yes, he cares because if he has to spend the rest of eternity with one person, they might as well get along.

Movie night comes around so he rests his head in her lap, testing the waters, to see how she will respond to him. He senses her tense up a bit as predicted, but then she relaxes into it breath by breath like she’s doing a tricky yoga pose.

Bonnie’s body lotion makes her skin smell edible- cocoa and honey- she’ll never know but that’s why he nicknames her Bon Bon, she always smells good enough to eat. At this point, Damon can’t recall the VHS movie on the block of a television, his focus has been robbed by Bonnie and this new form of contact she allows him to try. Half of his smile sinks into the cotton of her leggings.

Her eyes never leave the screen when she laces her fingers through his hair, nails surfing through tufts of raven-black and the gesture is so shocking and embarrassingly arousing that a strangled groan gets trapped in his throat.

She panics, and he can tell by the change in her heart rate before saying. “Did I hurt you?” He has to clear his throat to speak.

“Hmmm mm, feels good,” he mumbles feigning casual so she can’t realize how he needs this so so bad that he’s fearful of it being taken away. In his mind he thinks about what if.

What if she wakes up and decides she doesn’t want to tap dance on the line between what is and isn’t acceptable for two best friends. What if she remembers that he’s actually a terrible person who has done horrendous things to her and everyone she’s ever loved.

She shouldn’t like him or try not to laugh at his jokes. Not at all. Bonnie should’ve killed him a long, long time ago because if anyone could do it, it’d be her. He can see her now, all badass and angry with a wooden stake in her hand, vengeance in her eyes, the very last thing he’d see before his lights went out forever.

Bonnie, the giver and the taker.

Bonnie, the only god he knew.

Damon finds himself thinking so intensely lately that he checks the mirror more often than not to make sure he has no brooding lines like his little brother. Stefan’s expansive forehead has the room for it, his perfectly shaped forehead does not.

She laces her fingers back through his hair again and his eyes flutter, that’s how good it feels. It’s sensational. And while he’s had his hair pulled in and out of the bedroom, the innocence of her touch makes him want to melt. He finds his lids growing heavier, like how they used to do a century-and-a-half ago when he was human.

Running through dandelion fields in the overbearing Virginia heat, the sun up above sending heavy gusts of sunshine beams, a moment he considers to be oppressive now, used to be magical then- miraculous -and despite sweating through his britches and overcoat he never cared enough to stop running through the fields. The sun was the greatest thing all those years ago, back when white was his favorite color.

And after drawing a long, hot bath, he’d sink deep into the water while the bubbles floated to the top. Damon would close his eyes, hold his breath, see if he could break his prior record. Then he’d get out and the sleep would welcome him like any drowsy being, with open arms. And there he’d fall.

Bonnie has that affect on him. She makes him think of home, his past, when times were simpler and he was human.

He feels that exhausted sometimes, a boy who’s never stopped running through dandelion fields, whether it snows or rains or burns him alive. Her fingernails rake through his scalp- orange leaves on browning grass. Ruining Stefan’s piles for the fun of it. His lids droop. Tired of being consumed by himself, by Bonnie, he admits defeat this time. When he finally drifts off, he remembers that the Virginia heat gave him this same warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

“You really don’t know how good this feels,” his final words are hoarse before he drifts off but the last thing he sees is Bonnie.

The giver and the taker, the only god he knows.

.

Bonnie refuses to relish in the magic of the moment, the fact that it’s so rare Damon ever completely lets his guard down around her. She can always feel his eyes on her, constantly watching because Damon has a presence that’s inescapable.

Being so close to him when he’s extremely vulnerable makes her realize that in all facets, he’s stunning. A stunning that’s almost suffocating but with the dynamic they possess, he only needs to know that he’s not that much of an eye sore.

Now, she stares with wide eyes while she can, memorizes the smooth expanse of skin, every strand of dark hair. Relishes in the feel of his arms around her waist, the weight of his head in her lap. It’s been a long time since she’s felt a body besides her own and as much as she likes to ignore the fact, she has needs, needs that have swelled from being in the presence of Damon for too long.

He’s sexy without any effort, she examines. His dark t-shirt has risen and his pants are low enough that she observes the waistline of (silk?) boxers, taut muscle, navel, happy trail, yeah. Bonnie drinks him in like a cool glass of milk before bedtime- never has this much pretty been in her lap before. Her hands find their way in his head again, tousles through and he nuzzles up against her in his sleep. It’s difficult to pull her eyes away from him, but when she does, the credits are rolling on the screen.

This is Damon she’s thinking about like this, her best friend and also her first best friend’s boyfriend. She repeats it again, not satisfied that the guilt isn’t drowning her like it sometimes does when she catches herself lingering on his attractiveness for too long but Mystic Falls, the real Mystic Falls seems so far away. Elena, Caroline, Matt, Alaric, her old life just seems unattainable, no bigger than a memory she occasionally mistakes for a bad dream.

There’s no denying that being away from it all, here with Damon as the only other person in the world, she feels…safe. Maybe even protected, it’s a stark contrast from the real Mystic Falls where her life is always on the line.

Bonnie starts to get up when she feels his hold on her tighten to prevent her from moving away. They play tug of war for a bit but she eventually stops fighting because Damon is a vampire after all, physical strength is going to get her nowhere. “Fine,” she grumbles, then plops down which causes the end of her top to ride up enough that she can feel the press of Damon’s nose on the curve of her waist. Despite trying to inch her shirt back down, she has no luck. Naturally Damon doesn’t mind.

He inhales her skin deeply, makes a sound of approval before groggily muttering, “Going topless now, are we Judgey?”

She grabs his hair again, yanks his head back as a rebuttal, and Damon bites his tongue so hard that it bleeds. He has to ensure that all of the blood in his body isn’t rushing south too fast but unfortunately, he would have to sever both his arms completely off to stop the blood flow.

Bonnie realizes the dazed look in his eyes isn’t one of pain nor is it from sleep, “Not the reaction you expected, huh?” He asks, gesturing for her to look down but she doesn’t, she can’t. She’s embarrassed, and to make matters worse, a teensy bit turned on.

“You scared, Bon Bon? I thought you were big and bad,” Damon mocks, pulling between his legs to make more room in his jeans, “it’s okay. I know Jeremy left much to be desired.” He sits up with swirls of longing still in his eyes, then grabs a pillow to place in his lap.

“Scared?” She guffaws. “Of what exactly?”

“Me…You.”

“And that means?”

“You’re a smart girl, Bon, figure it out.” Damon taunts, holding her eyes with his. “It’s awfully lonely here.”

She says nothing for a while, refusing to break eye contact first. “So.”

“Soooo, I won’t tell if you won’t.” It’s almost a joke, almost because she has a feeling if she says yes to whatever sort of ambiguous proposal he’s thrown up in the air, there won’t be any laughter. If she says no, it’s no different from his usual innuendos but boy, will she wonder.

“Wanna take a walk on the wild side?” He asks in a singsong tone, eyes dropping to her lips then back up to her eyes.

There are no alarms, no cell phones, no one here that can interrupt this moment. She has to answer, though she has no idea what will come out of her mouth. Bonnie shuts her eyes to make the moment less real, as if it will change the fact that she whispers, “Just one kiss,”

They’re nose to nose when Damon whispers back, “a peck.”

She swallows his breath. “Mhmm,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Nothing.”

“As light as air,” he presses his lips to hers for a brief moment then pulls back again. “See.” He peppers more kisses on her lips, down her jaw, the side of her neck, but they’re heavier. They have a density now. His tongue is on the flesh of her shoulder, teasing up her neck. She feels the light imprint of sharp canines, arousal surges through her like a power circuit, so intense that she moans. When he makes his way back up, their mouths both open in a feral kiss that robs them of air.

Bonnie holds his face in place though he makes no attempt to move away. The pillow falls out from between them when he grabs Bonnie’s leg to straddle him.

It’s nothing.

Nothing separating them from attacking each other’s mouths, nothing stopping Damon from gripping his best friend’s hips, nothing saving Bonnie from discarding his shirt.

His skin is cool enough that she can stream together some thought in between relentless kisses. “Damon,” she tries her best to sound admonishing.

“Please, not right now.” Damon cuffs both her wrists behind her with one hand and plants a hickey just above her cleavage. She sees stars. He already knows what the inflection in her voice means- the timing couldn’t be worse.“Let’s save the guilt for tomorrow morning.” His tone is octaves lower, almost as low as his lids. He drags his eyes up to hers, and they’re so shiny she can see her reflection. “I need this, Bonnie. Don’t you?”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, just continues on with his ministrations, hypnotized by the pheromones seeping off of her in waves, wanting to memorize the scent with his tongue. She whines his name, like actually whines his name, and the feeling that sits in the pit of his stomach scares him. Bonnie is so oblivious to the appeal she carries but if she sat in his skin for a day, hell, for a moment, she would realize just how long she’s been driving him insane.

“We can’t,” she groans weakly. “We can’t.”

Damon tries to breathe easier, but that feeling is lurking in his gut. She’s right. The things he’d do to her, he’d break her in half. He removes Bonnie from his lap, separates from her warmth, her scent. Backs away until the tv threatens to fall off the stand. Everything in him tells him to go back, to reenter the magnetic pull, to poke at her forcefield.

He backs away even further if possible. Her breath catches at the distance.

Bonnie’s cheeks are flushed, warm and red like fruit. If she was an apple, she would have already been eaten down to the core. If she was a peach, it would be easier to explain why he ate her. He thinks to himself that he’s officially off the rails, comparing Bonnie to fruit like he is, but he’s trying to rationalize his irrationality. Because if Bonnie never stopped him, he’d definitely be eating something by now.

“Nothing happened.” She says, ignoring his expression and the silent plea in his eyes.

“Nothing.” He deadpans, throwing his shirt back over his head.

Damon thinks of how different things would be if he had his way. Bonnie, spent, drunk, high off of him. Bleeding and wild, pretty and dangerous, yelling for God. He would plunge Jeremy right out of her, help her find her magic again. Give her everything she could dream of. He gulps.

She doesn’t sleep with him tonight, not in the same bed. She’s on the opposite end of the boarding house when he hears her slide under the covers.

The next morning, he thinks to himself, if she even utters a word about last night, he’ll pick up from where he left off. But she doesn’t, her eyes are far away again, and the only proof he has of their adventures is the wonderful, purple hickey.

When movie night comes back around, his head is in her lap and her hand is back in his hair, running to and fro like him in his lavender fields.

That’s all he gets.

Every now and then, it’s enough.

Bonnie gives and takes, then takes away some more.

She’s the closest thing to God he’ll probably ever know.

[pufflocks]

hi bestie! here's a concept for u: think about sitting in arans lap after taking an (eventful) shower after practice. his skin warm against yours and the towel hanging loose around his hips does nothing to stop his bulge from pressing into yours. his kisses are slow and purposeful, sucking on your chest and neck while you apply product to his damp hair, massaging his scalp in that circular motion he likes. it's soft and intimate how you crane your head to get a better look at his scalp, brushing down and around in a clockwise motion a couple times until the waves curl in on themselves and he's looking dashingly handsome per usual.

"gonna put the duey on too?" he grins and you humm in reply. confirming his assumption when you lean in to press a kiss to his plump lips, simultaneously tugging the baby blue silk material off his desk. you secure it to his head with ease and slide your fingers along the seams to ensure the fabric doesn't press into his forehead while he sleeps. "there. all good" you whisper.

arans lovestruck smile is blinding, he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes that unleash butterflies in your abdomen. then a pulse of wanting warms you from the inside out when he rasps "mmm, thank you prince"

Summary: When- when I say I look dumb ash smiling hella hard in my bed- I say that with the highest confidence cuz. ✌🏽😛 I dont think yall understand but Aran is literally a fucking- *bangs on the mf table* BLACK GOD— lemme do this before I bust a nut in these damn pants. Also I love yo ass for this. ❤💙💛 { Hope you don't mind I got carried away. This req might make me do a part 2. 🚶🏽‍♂️}

Warnings: NSFW • Aran being fine ash • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader! X Aran Ojiro

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Steam clouded shower windows with two intimate silhouettes crossing eachother. Coming for the second time is when your mind started o slip into something darker than your own lust. You draw your body closer to the chest of your lover, Aran, as his heavy hands squeeze near your rigid hip bones as if it was routine.

In an hushed voice to your ear, "So out in the open for me, sweets." He smirked when you turned to plant a messy kiss under his jaw. Not meaning to linger longer than you need to.

Due to everything basically falling in slow motion, breathing felt more difficult as you felt him pulsate inside of you. Ugh, his girth was most definitely something you favored.

Anything that required moving felt hard, though. How could he be conscious while you were barely on your own feet ? God complex anyone would think, honestly.

Minutes passing while your heart sped up for the umpth time as you felt your orgasm come in reach. Not even a break ? You could only guess he was still pumped with adrenaline from the winning game earlier.

He hit the finishing touch to the ball as the audience roared with excitement and cheer. He deserved it. And as the greedy and lovestruck thing he was, he also thought he deserved some shower sex from his favorite person. You.

"Baby- g- Mm-! Gonna cum, bae. Fuck !" He held you close as though someone would take you from him. Broad shoulders hunching over as he jerked you off under lukewarm water.

He mumbled a, "Come on baby boy.. Come on daddy and show me how much I deserve this tight ass." That sent you over the moon immediately, having you shooting a quivering load. Breath racked in your lungs and head thrown back as your curled in closer to the much bigger body. "There you go. Good boy. Fuck, such a perfect lil' thing." Ending the sex with tender kisses to his lovers back.

He did deserve it.

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After a long while, you both made yourselves present in his room. Aran not even bothering to adjust the towel around his hips considering the light bulge he had underneath rudely pressing against your own.

"I love you so much Y/N." He started with purposeful kisses occasionally giving your ass a firm, but a gentle stroke of his enlarged hands. He loved you alright. He couldn't stop himself from nipping at your warm wet skin on your chest to your neck. The hickies already looking as red as a rose in spring. You doubt he would apologize for them since he enjoyed hearing you complain in the morning.

"I love you too. Too much.." You were in sync with his body language and movement. Had you not drawn yourself back, you probably would have had him have his way with you again. That sounded pleasant to the ears though you both needed rest.

"Give me the comb and oil bottle." Your boyfriend stopped his idle ministrations and quirked and eyebrow at you.

"Give you what ?" He waited for a response before you giving him a playful eye roll.

"Please. Please give me the comb and oil. Stop play with me, Aran." You said. He stifled his laugh as you were handed the comb. Soft stroking his head with it as you crane your head to get a different angles at a specific area. His hair was one of the things he cherished secretly so you and some other family members were only aloud to touch it.

A minute later or so you realized his eyes were lingering near your chest down to your idle member. "Feel good ?" You whispered. Scooting yourself closer to his body.

"Yeah. S' good to me, baby boy. Thank you." He murmured. The movement to hug your waist nearly made you drop the oil bottle out of your hand.

He sat up straight to look up at you only to give you a lingering smooches to your jaw. "Gonna put the duey on ?" He asked. You hummed. Raising your shoulders a bit from the ticklish sensation he was giving you to your jaw.

"So sensitive." He poked your sides making you jump, while in the process of grabbing his silky baby blue durag from his desk.

"Stop before I choke you with this string, boy." You giggled. He snickered. Not funny.

"You wouldn't." He pestered on. You would, but you weren't in the mood to act goofy after kickass shower sex.

He started to trace his fingers under your towel, rubbing on your thighs while you were at work putting on the duey. It was silent in the room besides him humming every now and then some songs.

"Done, you look sexier now." You kissed his forehead as you smoothed your hand over his head. He smiled then his face turned into confusion.

"I wasn't sexy before ?" He said chuckling. It was cute and funny how your day started with a win of a your boyfriend's game, then ending in you both in his room giggling and cackling like dumbasses.

"You are ! But this baby blue on yo big ass head gonna make me bust one. Stay safe." You chuckled lightly as you pulled away from him. Finally standing on your own legs on the cold wooden floor. The water on both of your bodies dried up now aswell.

"'M finna put on some clothes. It's cold in here." Before you could even step closer to the dresser he grabbed you by your waist. The both of you falling into the plush bed as he made quick ministrations to cover you both in blankets and his sheets. The towels you both had around your bodies long forgotton.

"You are literally something." You mumbled scooting closer to his warm chest. Having a slightly bigger person to cuddle with was always a blessing and he took that role with a smile.

"I may be something, but I'm your something and you're my prince." So sappy. He planted a kiss to your temple. You hummed in appreciation as you placed chaste kisses to his chest and underside his clipped beard.

"Sleepy now.." you said. Yawning felt really good at the moment. Letting your eyes hang low and mind rest fully. Aran held you closer to his chest as he brushed back any hair from your forehead.

"Go to sleep my prince. You deserve it." He murmured laying the final kiss to your upper eye lid. You don't know what you did to deserve it, but knowing how humble and forgiving your man is, you might have deserved it at this point if he said something.

Yes.. Yes.