#i disappeared from sight while tickling them too

[switchytransboy]

had some fun with halo’s feet tonight with plenty of toe ties 😏😍 their feet were so well restrained these could have passed as makeshift stocks hehehe

@ticklishprey

[mattsmunch]

── 𖦹 !　TICKLISH?

chris sturniolo x fem!reader.

SUMMARY: who knew a conversation about tickling would lead to this?

CONTENTS: SMUT! with small plot, established! friendship, dom!chris x sub!reader, pet names are used (ma,baby, angel, i think that’s all?), unprotected p n v (no bueno), a TEENY bit of fluff, + more…

WC: 5.6k

REQUEST: open <3

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORYLINE. i DONT allow any copying, "inspiration" or plagiarism. a smidge new to writing smut so BARE W ME YALL! let me unleash my freak. NOT PROOF READ, ignore any typos pls n thx

“you’re a liar”

“i’m not i swear! im literally not ticklish” you snort,

"you’re definitely a liar," chris accuses again, seeing you snort and grab the remote from him. he takes the moment to dig his fingers into your side, searching for a reaction. your lips part in a small gasp, your face holding a stoic expression that contrasts with his surprised expression. his hands and jaw drop as you readjust on the bed, hitting play on the movie without a word.

“there’s no way, you’ve gotta be ticklish somewhere” chris throws your blanket off your lap, revealing your feet, and begins trying to tickle your toes through your socks. you shake your head with a smile, trying to hold back laughter.

chris exclaims, "it’s the socks!" while reaching for the hem of your ankle sock, but you quickly pull your leg away, denying him access.

you push chris's hands away every time he grabs your ankles, cackling as you do so. despite the effort to remain nonchalant, your body responds, the skin under his touch turning hot.

"you're not touching my bare feet, idiot! that’s disgusting," you tease, trying to play it cool.

“c’mon! you know you’re gonna laugh that’s why” chris giggles, a large grin on his face, as he playfully grapples with you over your feet. despite your protests, he uses his body weight to pin down your legs, resulting in squeals and pleas not to touch your bare feet.

as he disregards your objections, you let out a noise that is a mix between a groan and a giggle, your attempts to resist in vain.

chris swiftly removes your sock and tickles the sole of your foot with his fingers, prompting you to snort and playfully smack his back in protest.

"okay, well, you're broken!" he laughs, sitting back and resting against the headboard next to you. you put your sock back on and shake your head as you giggle.

chris's smile grows wider in response to your laughter, a sound he has yet to tire of even after 8 years of friendship.

you shrug as you reach for the bowl of popcorn and munch on a few pieces, your eyes fixed on the television in front of you.

“i mean, maybe,” you continue speaking, “you could literally touch me anywhere, and you still wouldn't get a reaction.”

chris remains still beside you, silently studying your figure. his gaze wanders down to your bare thighs peeking out from under his large hoodie, one that you’ve been wearing for so many years that it practically belongs to you now.

however, something about the sight of you in his clothes and in his bed, along with your words, causes his heart to thump a little too quickly for comfort.

Chris clears his throat and shakes his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the thoughts racing through his mind. He reaches for the popcorn in your lap, but you swiftly withdraw the bowl and smack his hand.

"no way!" you exclaim, feigning disgust, "you just touched my feet with those hands! go wash them first!"

as chris rolls his eyes playfully and gets up to head to the bathroom, you can't help but notice how your heart starts to flutter louder than before. despite yourself, the sight of his small smile makes your pulse quicken even more.

he disappears momentarily into the bathroom, the sound of the water running echoes from within, as he washes his hands. you remain on the bed, still struggling to compose yourself.

chris exits the bathroom with an exaggerated slowness, his hands covered in soap bubbles. he rubs them together aggressively, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in a determined expression, and locks eyes with you. the silence in the air is almost palpable as he stands there awkwardly.

“what are you doing?” you question

chris looks at you, and his tongue quickly darts out to moisten his lips.

"i’m washing my hands," he responds, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

you raise an eyebrow and look at him skeptically. "yea, but why are you doing it outside the bathroom?" you ask, still questioning his actions.

chris looks down at his hands, then back up to the television, and finally back down to you. he shrugs sheepishly before hastily retreating back into the bathroom, the sound of the door shutting behind him.

you remain there for a moment, slightly confused by his behavior, but eventually turn your focus back to the movie playing on the screen.

after a few minutes, chris reemerges, wiping his hands against the front of his shirt, and slips back into the bed next to you.

you silently move the popcorn bowl between the both of you, and he grabs a handful and shovels it into his mouth. for a few moments, silence hangs in the air as you both continue to watch the movie without a word.

then, slowly, chris breaks the silence, speaking up to you.

“hey,” he begins, grabbing your attention. you turn your head towards him, waiting for him to continue.

chris turns to face you, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “can i ask you something?”

you turn to face him, a look of confusion on your features as you try to understand what he's talking about. it only takes a moment before realization dawns on you, as you recall the conversation about the discussion about ticklish spots.

"you mean...about the tickling thing?" you respond, wanting to confirm your suspicions. he nods, confirming your thought, "yeah," he responds, a hint of seriousness in his voice.

you turn back to him, still not quite sure where he's going with this. "what do you mean? i just meant i’m not...ticklish like you are," you shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.

“what are you looking at?” your question, his attention snaps back to the present as you speak, his cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. for a few moments, the only sound comes from the movie playing in the background.

finally, he breaks the silence, his words coming out hesitantly.

“can…can i try something?” he mumbles softly, his eyes tracing your facial features slowly.

“uhm..sure?” you respond, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as chris slowly scoots closer to you.

“just…just don’t- don’t freak out ‘kay?” he sighs softly, placing a hand on your cheek as you nod.

as chris brushes his nose against yours, your eyebrows scrunch together in momentary confusion. but before you can process what's happening, his tongue slips out to moisten his lips, and his eyelids flutter closed and his lips pressed against yours.

your body tenses instinctively, but the soft caress of his thumb against your cheek instantly soothes you, and you can feel yourself melting into his lips.

the kiss is tender and unhurried, both of you moving delicately, as if any sudden move could shatter the fragile moment.

what started as a soft, gentle kiss gradually transforms into something much more intense. your tongue brushes against his lips, a silent request that is swiftly granted, and the pace picks up rapidly. your breathing quickens as your hands move to tangle themselves in his messy curls.

the kiss devolves into a messy dance of teeth and tongue, each battling for dominance, neither willing to back down.

chris groans, and his grip on your cheek shifts to your neck, gently squeezing while pulling you closer against him.

you break away from the kiss, gasping for air as you try to regain control of your breathing. the sensation of his hot breath on your skin has your head spinning. slowly, he lowers his head, tilting your chin up to expose more of your neck, and begins trailing a path of soft kisses down its length.

his lips travel down the smooth expanse of your skin, and he sucks gently, marking your flesh with small love bites that will no doubts be fun to explain later. as he reaches just below your ear, his tongue softly laps at your skin. a light moan escapes your lips, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, doing little to ease the aching need between them.

chris chuckles gently against your neck, planting a final soft peck before whispering into your ear, his voice low and sultry.

“that tickles ma?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his voice is soft but authoritative at the same time, a hint of amusement in his tone as he feels your thighs clamp together against him.

you can practically feel the smugness radiating off him, knowing perfectly well that he's the one causing this reaction in you.

"tell me y/n," chris murmurs, his breath hot against your earlobe as his lips graze the sensitive skin. your body responds instinctively, a needy whimper escaping your parted lips. the growing hardness beneath his sweatpants presses insistently against your thigh, evidence of his desire.

chris's groan vibrates against your mouth when he captures your lips in a searing kiss. his hands find your hips, fingers digging in possessively as he effortlessly flips you onto your back, never breaking the intimate connection. your legs automatically wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

the sudden shift has you straddling chris's torso, your cunt pressing firmly against the rigid plane of his chest. he groans, the arousal between your legs immediately soaking through the thin fabric of his t shirt.

"fucking hell!" chris grits out, his cock now fully harden, creating a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. you hastily reposition yourself, aligning your dripping cunt directly over his throbbing cock. both of you let out guttural moans as you begin to undulate your hips, rubbing your aching clit against his hardness.

"fuck, chris—" you whine into his neck, your lips sucking hickeys onto his neck. chris tosses his head back, eyes rolling shut as he grips your hips tightly, guiding your movements with increasing urgency. the friction builds with every roll of your pelvis. low moans fall between his soft, slightly puffy lips, the combination of your lips sucking all sorts of different sized hickeys along his neck and the way your cunt is soaking him through both his sweats and boxers, is enough to have him dangerously close to the edge. his grip tightens as he holds you in place, your hips begging to move.

"hold on, ma... i’m gonna fucking bust in my pants before i even get to touch you properly," chris grumbles, his voice low and strained with barely contained lust. he gently lifts you off his lap, positioning you so you're lying flat on your back while he looms above you. the soft glow of the TV casts a warm light across your features, highlighting the delicate flush spreading across your cheeks as he drinks in the sight of you.

atender smile tugs at the corners of chris’s mouth as realization settles over him - the gravity of the situation and the depth of his feelings for you in this charged moment. he leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all his affection and desire into the intimate gesture.

"you okay?" chris whispers, placing a feather-light kiss to your temple. at your quick nod, he lets out a soft chuckle, but his expression remains tender. "words, please. need to hear this is okay for you too, sweet girl," he urges, the endearment slipping easily from his lips and sending a jolt of pleasure through your core.

your walls clench involuntarily at the nickname, unused to hearing it in this context but craving more of his affectionate tone. the sincerity in his gaze makes it impossible to deny the truth - you're more than alright with this intimacy. in fact, the warmth of his words and the gentle way he's treating you only heighten your arousal, leaving you aching for his touch once again.

"yes, i’m okay... i want this chris, i promise," you whisper, extending your pinky finger between you, y/e/c eyes gazing up at him softly. the innocent gesture, reminiscent of childhood pacts, seems to inflame chris further, his already straining erection twitching in response to the simple, trusting act.

without hesitation, he wraps his own pinky around yours, and you both lean in to seal the agreement with a soft, lingering peck. as your fingers part, chris claims your mouth in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste you thoroughly. his chilly palms slide beneath the hem of your hoodie, tracing teasing patterns along your hipbones.

chris gradually pulls the hoodie over your head, breaking their heated kiss briefly. but as soon as the fabric clears your face, his lips are back on yours, moving with renewed fervor. his hands roam the newly exposed skin of your torso, caressing the soft curves hidden beneath the thin fabric of your crop top.

he reluctantly pulls away once more, drinking in the sight of your body laid bare before him. a low, appreciative sigh escapes his lips as his gaze lands on the glinting silver of your belly button piercing, nestled tantalizingly above the waistband of your shorts. the intimate accessory draws his attention like a beacon.

"did i ever tell you how fucking sexy this looks on you?" chris murmurs, his fingers trailing slowly down your torso, eliciting soft gasps from your parted lips. "i was a complete mess when you first got it done..." he trails off, lost in memories, before continuing, "thought about it so fucking much."

his touch sends shivers down your spine as one finger teases the edge of your shorts' waistband, causing your back to arch off the bed instinctively. your breath catches in your throat as that same finger brushes dangerously close to your most intimate area, a wicked grin playing on chris's lips as he revels in your whimpers of frustration. then, in a cruel twist, he withdraws his hand entirely, leaving you aching and wanting more.

"gonna find out how ticklish this is too," chris growls, swiftly tugging down both your underwear and shorts in one fluid motion. he pauses, transfixed by the sight of your thong clinging to your slick, aroused folds. a low, appreciative hum rumbles in his chest as he licks his lips, his eyes darkening with desire.

your cheeks flush a deep crimson as you watch him discard the discarded garments carelessly across the floor, the sound echoing in the charged silence. your heart pounds wildly against your ribs, nerves coursing through your stomach like electric currents. the air feels heavy with anticipation, each ragged breath you take seeming to magnify the pulsating ache between your thighs.

chris notices the way your bottom lip has fallen between your teeth, a nervous tick of yours he’s picked up on.

"all this fuss just for little ol' me?" chris teases, attempting to lighten the intense atmosphere with a joke. his attempt succeeds, coaxing a soft, melodic giggle from your lips. your hands slap playfully against his shoulder, sending a spark of electricity through your touch.

"shut up and take it off," you smile coyly, tugging gently at the hem of his shirt. chris obliges, sitting up slightly and tearing the garment off in one swift motion. your eyes linger on his now-bare torso, drinking in the sight of his soft, freckled skin stretched taut over lean muscle. an inexplicable urge washes over you, prompting a fleeting fantasy of placing tender kisses upon each speckled mark.

your gaze meets chris's, his eyes such a dark shade of blue they could almost be mistaken for brown eyes. you both hold the moment, two warm smiles shared silently between you as he takes your hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to your palm.

"i’m gonna need you to let me know if it's too much or if you don't like what i’m doing, okay?" Chris murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. "want you to feel good, ma." with that, he leans in, brushing a soft peck against your lips before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. they dance along your skin, pausing to nibble delicately at the spot just above your belly button, where the piercing glints invitingly.

"chris!" you gasp sharply as his tongue blazes a searing path down to your pelvic bone, sending yet another shudder rippling through your frame. he smirks to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, before drawing your sensitive skin between his lips. soft sucks pepper your flesh, promising to leave behind a constellation of love bites. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, as your hands fly to tangle in his hair, wordlessly pleading for him to venture lower. but chris has other plans. his left hand snatches both your wrists, pinning them securely against your tummy, stifling your movements.

"patience, y/n," chris coos reassuringly, "i’m getting there." with that promise hanging in the air, he uses his free hand to throw your thighs over his shoulders, positioning you perfectly for his next move. his mouth descends upon your slick inner thighs, lathering it with wet, open-mouthed kisses. the taste of your arousal fills his senses, a sweet-sour tang that makes him groan in appreciation. his tongue darts out, licking a slow, tantalizing path up your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your aching center without touching it directly.

"chris...please... need more," you plead, squirming beneath him. you try to lift your hips higher, desperate to bring your throbbing pussy closer to his waiting mouth. he chuckles softly, nipping at your inner thighs with his teeth. a surprised yelp escapes your lips as he moves to your other thigh, now tantalizingly close to your slick folds.

his lips glisten with anticipation as he looks up at you. using his free hand, he trails a single digit through your soaking folds, watching as your face contorts with pleasure. he gathers the copious fluids pooling around your entrance and brings his finger to your mouth. "open up for me," he commands softly.

as soon as his finger enters your mouth, your lips seal around it, and you moan softly at the taste of your own essence. your tongue swirls and laps, eagerly cleaning every inch until not a single drop remains. you maintain eye contact throughout, your eyes darkening with lust.

with a playful pop, chris withdraws his finger from your mouth. "every last fucking drop?" he teases, pouting exaggeratedly. "could've at least given me a little somethin', baby."

despite the jest, his cock twitches with need, the tip visibly glistening with pre-cum that's begun to soak through his boxers, clinging them to his thick length.

before you can form a response, chris’s tongue delves into your dripping folds, eliciting a soft moan from him as your flavor explodes across his taste buds. he knows he'll crave another taste of you soon, your essence already proving addictive. his hands release your wrists, allowing your fingers to tangle in his hair just as he seals his lips around your throbbing clit. he sucks hard, groaning as the vibrations send shockwaves through your core. more of your arousal trickles out, staining his sheets beneath you.

he hooks his arms under your knees, pushing them towards your chest to grant himself deeper access to your weeping pussy. his tongue plunders your folds, lapping up every drop of your essence.

"oh-…fuck!" you cry out, your hips undulating to meet the thrust of chris's probing fingers. each time they brush against that sensitive sponge-like spot deep inside, your pussy gushes in response, soaking his digits. whimpering moans spill from your lips as he skillfully curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot again and again.

meanwhile, his tongue picks up speed, lashing at your clit with relentless fervor. the combined stimulation pushes you rapidly towards the brink, your body trembling with impending climax. his fingers pumping in and out while his mouth works overtime to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering form.

your body tenses, back arching off the bed as the overwhelming sensation crests within you. "chris!..oh god, yes!" you wail, your voice cracking with ecstasy. wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around chris's fingers as your orgasm rips through you.

through it all, chris maintains his relentless pace, tongue still lashing at your throbbing clit and fingers continuing their deep strokes. he drinks in every muffled scream and whimper, reveling in the power he holds over your pleasure. as your contractions start to subside, he slows his ministrations, savoring the aftermath of your explosive climax. finally, he releases your clit with a parting lick, withdrawing his fingers with a soft pop.

pride swells in chris's chest as he watches you collapse back onto the bed, spent and shaking from the force of your orgasm. he takes a moment to admire the flushed, sweat-dampened beauty of you, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your quivering thighs.

"that was definitely a reaction" he murmurs playfully, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. he leans down to press a tender kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. In this intimate moment, with your defenses lowered and your trust in him palpable, chris feels a deep connection, a sense of possession that only adds to his arousal.

As you lay there, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow, chris's demeanor changes. the playful teasing fades, replaced by a hungry intensity in his gaze. he straightens, his impressive erection straining against his boxers, the damp fabric clinging to his thick length.

without a word, chris reaches for the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he gives his shaft a few slow pumps, his eyes never leaving yours as he says, "we can stop y/n” he murmurs softly, sliding his tip between your folds. a gasp leaves your lips, your legs immediately trying to close against him as you are still very sensitive. “just say the words…” he groans softly, teasing your entrance with his tip.

chris’s movements are deliberate and unhurried, giving you ample opportunity to voice your reservations if you choose. yet, as he teases the head of his cock between your slick folds, another startled gasp escapes your lips.

"she, baby," chris, his voice a soothing murmur against the tension. "just say the words...tell me to stop if you're not ready."

his tip continues to rub against your entrance, applying gentle pressure that makes you acutely aware of your body's responses. a shiver runs down your spine as your inner muscles clench involuntarily around nothing, craving the fullness only he can provide.

the silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken desires and lingering doubts. chris waits patiently, his cock still poised at your entrance, the heat of his breath ghosting over your most intimate flesh. he wants nothing more than to claim you, to bury himself deep and lose himself in your warmth. but he also respects your boundaries, willing to halt proceedings at the slightest indication of discomfort.

after what feels like an eternity, Chris speaks up, his voice low and gravelly with restraint. "y/n, i know you're still sensitive, but i need you, ma. please, tell me it's okay to keep going..." his words are a plea, a silent offer of comfort and reassurance should you require it. he holds his breath, waiting for your response, the tip of his cock twitching with anticipation.

you nod eagerly, opening your eyes to stare into his, “please chris” you mutter.

at the sight of your eager nod, chris's control snaps. with a guttural groan, he surges forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. your body yields to his size, accommodating the thickness of his cock as he fills you completely.

for a moment, chris remains still, savoring the exquisite feeling of being buried inside you. then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he begins to move, setting a steady, deep rhythm that has you gasping and arching into his touch once more.

"fuck, you feel incredible," chris growls, his hips snapping forward to drive his cock home again. "so tight and wet for me...like you were made to take my cock." he punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, his pubic bone grinding against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. you gasp at his words, never hearing such filth fall from his lips before.

“m-more…please…” you whimper softly, reaching out the grab his shoulders.

chris establishes a relentless pace, each stroke pushing you further along the path to another orgasm. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounds into you with increasing fervor. the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingles with your ragged breaths and stifled cries, creating a symphony of carnal pleasure.

"you like that, don't you?" chris pants, sweat beading on his brow as he loses himself in the primal act. "taking my cock like a good little slut...i bet you're gonna come all over it soon, aren't you? gonna let me fill you up ma?..."

he punctuates his filthy words with a sharp snap of his hips, angling to hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

chris’s thrusts become erratic, driven by a primal urge to claim you utterly. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping heat, the sound of his heavy breathing mingling with your high-pitched moans. each stroke sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, threatening to pull you under.

"yes, fuck, just like that!" you cry out, your nails digging into chris's shoulders as you cling to him. "harder, please...m’gonna cum”

chris obeys, slamming into you with abandon. the room echoes with the force of his thrusts, the bed creaking beneath you. sweat drips down his chest, mixing with the tang of sex that permeates the air. his hands grip your hips, pulling out and quickly flipping you onto your stomach.

with you pinned beneath him, chris exerts complete control, his dominance over your body evident in every commanding thrust. he grips your hips harshly, using the leverage to drill into you with renewed vigor. the change in position allows him to reach even deeper, his cock stroking that sweet spot within you that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"take it, ma," chris grunts, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? for me to get a reaction out of you huh"

he once again punctuates his words with a brutal slam, the force causing your breasts to flatten against the mattress. hiss balls slap against your clit with each savage thrust, the dual stimulation driving you closer to the edge of oblivion.

lost in a haze of lust, chris becomes a creature of pure instinct, chasing his own release with single-minded determination. his hips piston back and forth, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. your body rocks with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his movements.

"fuck, gonna cum soon," chris snarls, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "gonna let me fill you up? hm angel? "

he leans forward, changing the angle of penetration and hitting that magic spot inside you with every pass. your vision blurs, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of being taken so thoroughly, so completely. you nod, moans falling from your mouth.

“y-yes…please chris…please cum in me..” you blabber, your face pressed into the mattress.

at your desperate plea, chris lets out a feral roar, his body tensing as he buries himself to the hilt one final time. with a hoarse cry, he erupts inside you, his hot seed pulsing deep within your core. the sensation triggers your own orgasm, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you convulse beneath him.

your walls clamp down around chris's throbbing cock, milking him for every drop as he continues to pump his release into you. the intense contractions draw out his pleasure, prolonging the blissful agony until they both collapse, spent and trembling.

in the aftermath, chris rolls off you, gathering you close as you both struggle to catch your breath.

chris lets out a final gasp as he rolls off you, wrapping you close to his chest. both of you lay there, panting heavily, struggling to catch your breath and slow down your racing hearts.

for several moments, neither of you speak, the silence of the room filled with the sound of your labored breathing. finally, he breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

"wow," is all he manages to say, his chest heaving up and down as he still struggles to catch his breath.

you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your ear, a testament to the intensity of what had just happened between the two of you. for a brief moment, you wonder if you should say something, but you're too spent to string together a coherent sentence.

instead, you simply nod in agreement, the wordless gesture seeming to convey your feelings perfectly.

chris tightens his arms around you, pulling you even closer against him. your body heat radiates off of eachother, your legs still tangled around his waist. despite the exhaustion, his heart continues to beat rapidly against your cheek, a constant reminder of the passion that had just occurred.

"that was..." he begins, his voice hoarse from their panting. he pauses for a moment, struggling to find the words to describe what had just happened.

he takes another deep, ragged breath, his chest heaving against your head. "amazing," he finally manages to say, his voice filled with awe and exhaustion. you nod, unable to find your voice still. the room is quiet once again, the only sound being the steady rise and fall of your breathing. chris's hands slowly stroke your back, tracing small, comforting circles on your skin.

he's clearly as spent as you are, but there's also a sense of deep satisfaction radiating from him.

a few moments pass in comfortable silence, the two of you simply holding each other as your breathing slowly returns to normal. chris leans his head down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss against your collarbone.

“chris?” you mutter softly

chris lifts his head slightly, his chin still resting on top of your head. "yeah?" he replies, his voice is equally soft.

he seems a little dazed still, but there's a hint of alertness in his tone, as if he was just roused from a pleasant dream.

chris huffs out a small laugh, his body shaking slightly from the chuckle. "fair point," he admits, a hint of amusement in his voice.

he pulls back just enough to be able to look down at your face, his gaze filled with a mixture of affection and playful mockery. you stare up at him through hooded eyes, a soft smile on your lips as you shake your head playfully. chris stares back down at you, his gaze softer than usual. he's still smiling slightly, but there's a new tenderness in his eyes.

he lifts one arm from your side, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his touch is gentle, as if he's afraid of breaking the moment.

"well then," he says, his voice just above a whisper, "guess i should confess how long i’ve been wanting to do that"you raise an eyebrow quizzically, silently prompting him to elaborate. his hand moves to your cheek, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin.

chris takes a deep breath before speaking, "i honestly don’t even remember the last time i wasn’t...interested in you" he confesses, the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“i never..mentioned it cause i didn’t want to ruin our friendship or anything” he mumbles softly with a shrug.

“well there’s no way we can just go back to being friends after this” you sigh playfully

he lets out a snort, a small smirk on his face. "believe me, i have no plans on going back to being 'just friends'" he replies, his voice low and serious.

his hand moves down from your cheek to your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin as he continues to admire your features.

“then what…what are we doing?” you snort

he’s silent for a moment, simply staring down at you as his thumb continues to trace light circles on the skin above your collarbone.

finally, he gives a slight shrug, his eyes not leaving yours. "i’m not sure yet" he mutters quietly, his tone casual but the look in his eyes anything but. chris gently pulls you even closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively as if trying to ensure you don't disappear. you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the heat radiating off his body as it molds against yours. you feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“i don’t know what the future holds” he mutters softly against your skin. “but i know that i want you in it. whatever that means.”

the two of you lay there in each other’s arms, silently contemplating the unknown future, but both knowing that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

and in that moment, nothing else mattered. the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, together in the comfort of each other's arms.

in that small pocket of time, it didn't matter what would come next, or what label to put on what had just happened. all that mattered was that you were together, in the present. and right now, that was enough.

AUTHORS NOTE: nervous to post this but like i need to rip the bandage off LOLLL! hope you enjoyed :,) respectful feedback is welcomed.

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[larcenywrites]

Nightcrawler x F!Reader

just some quick smut w a furball 😊when I have tony stuff to finish

Warnings: 18+ | protected p in v (that's a new one for me) | AFAB reader but no pronouns used | an established relationship obviously | light bondage? does it count if it's his tail? | written with a reader who doesn’t know German in mind, sorry if you do 😔 | haven’t written smut in a while I’m rusty | a little foreplay, a little aftercare |

Word count: 1,750

"Shall we call it a night?" Your handsome devil practically purred against your cheek as he easily swept you off your feet. His tail constricted around your waist, prompting you for an answer. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck with a giggle.

"Kurt, we're still in public," you playfully scolded him, but it didn't stop the tickling fur on your cheek and lips as he kissed you. Luckily, he always had a solution for everything. Taking that as the answer he was looking for, the two of you disappeared from the street, only leaving behind dissipating purple wisps. The same wisps that greeted you not a second later.

With that tail still wrapped tightly around your waist, you were now being held above your own bed. Lips eagerly met yours for a passionate kiss. With your hands too busy in his hair, you quickly worked your shoes off and carelessly let them drop to the floor with a thud. There was hardly enough attention span in your body to notice. Tongue dragging across your lips, a hand unzipping the back of your dress, another tightly holding you by your hip, the tail sneaking beneath your dress to coil around your upper thigh— but there was enough to notice that slinking prehensile sliding firmly over your clothed clit.

“Watch it,” you warn, but the arousal behind your gasp wasn’t very threatening. He still backed down, albeit with a cocked grin, and withdrew his rather unconventional advances. With that fun ruined, he sat you on the bed, making quick work of the last of your bra and panties before working on his. Clothes piled up on the floor.

“I thought you liked my tail,” he sighed playfully, turning away to grab a condom from the bedside table.

“I do,” you reply pointedly, not needing to explain further. Instead, you stretched out on the sheets, lying on your side as you watched him reach into your nightstand. Your line of sight followed the curve of his back, hips pushed forward as he took his sweet time tearing through the wrapper. Waiting, you couldn't help but admire the soft, untrimmed fur that curled around the base of his tail and down the backs of his thighs, and wrapped around to grace his lower belly.

"Bit of a fluff-butt today," you teased.

"And obviously, darling, you are into that," he quickly retorted, tail flicking in annoyance against the drawer, closing it. You smirked up at him, holding out your hand to wordlessly ask for his tail. It flicked your way without him even needing to glance at you. Your smile grew as you twisted it between your fingers, almost more distracted by the peach fuzz on his tail as you watched him stroke his cock a few times, pulling back his foreskin and revealing that blushing red tip, the only other discoloration on his body.

Your fingers drifted to the pointed end of his tail, twirling and playing with it while he finally slipped on a condom. But your fun only lasted a moment before he snatched it from your grasp. Thankfully, he didn't give you much time to be offended. Instead, he turned toward you, placing his hands on either side of you as you instinctively rolled onto your back for him. His knee wedged beneath your thigh while his other foot remained planted on the floor.

You could tell his eyes weren't focused on yours, made more evident by the soft drag of his palms over your bare legs. As pretty as he was to look at, you still sighed impatiently. "Kurt," you whined.

"Hm?" He hummed innocently, but the faint curl of his lip gave him away. He knew what he was doing as he continued to gently pinch and rub your thighs, looking anywhere except above your neck.

"Now you're just wasting time," you huffed.

"Time is never wasted admiring God's creations," Kurt corrected you, sudden sincerity in his expression as he raised his head. You rolled your eyes, but soon glanced back with a flattered smirk as he continued. "Especially on the beautiful ones," he added lowly, leaning down to plant wet kisses along your stomach, each one ending with the prick of his fangs. You squirmed in pleasure at the sensation, beginning to play with his soft hair as you let yourself relax against the sheets again. Lips and tongue making their way higher. A pleased hum leaves your throat as his warm tongue licks beneath the curve of your breasts.

The mattress dips as his other leg finally joins him on the bed, and fully settles between your legs. You moan at the firmness of his grip that pulls you closer, but it's quickly muffled by the pair of lips pressing just as firmly against yours. As your fingers thread through his thick hair, your other hand drifts down to affectionately cup his face. At the feeling of your thumb brushing through the soft fur of his cheek, his tail slowly snakes around your thigh. The sudden tickle of fuzz sends a shiver up your spine and causes a gasp to escape you. Taking advantage, Kurt slips his tongue over your bottom lip, eagerly sliding with your tongue.

His next kiss is rough, emphasized by the constricting grip of his tail around your leg and the deep rock of his hips against you, his body begging him to start. With a gentle bite, he pulled back just enough to adjust his hips and find your wet entrance with his cock. He took his time, slowly stretching you out around him and gently thrusting to open you up more for him the deeper he went. You moaned in relief when he filled out every sweet spot. Your only view was a faceful of blue when he melted into you with his own sigh of relief, keeping you buried beneath him as he pressed into you fully, purposely driving you wild.

The sudden pressure took your breath away, but you couldn’t help but cuddle back just as tightly. With his face buried in your neck, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips, and momentarily crossing your ankles. Right where he wanted you.

His thin tail unraveled itself from around your leg, soft fuzz once again tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, before quickly latching itself around your feet. The prospect had you throbbing around him and drawing a quick breath to calm your racing heart. A toothy grin nuzzled your cheek at the reaction. His tail’s grip tightened with a too-sweet kiss, a string of soft pecks that lingered for a few seconds each time. But he must have decided that he’d given you both enough time.

Even with the easing of pressure from your lower regions, you still tensed at the feeling of his cock sliding out. His kiss retreated as he nearly pulled out, lips parted as he observed the pout of your lips and the daze in your heavy eyes when he rolled his hips forward. His motions were slow but deep, rhythmically snapping your hips together with every harsh kiss to your cervix. Your legs rocked with him.

You lay limp on your pillow, one hand buried in his hair while your other splayed fingers through his fur. Lost in pleasure, the only thing that managed to pull your attention was gentle fingers wrapped around your arm that gripped his crown. When you finally drifted your gaze up to him again, fangs grinning triumphantly, or maybe just adoringly. Both were probably accurate.

Coming back down for a kiss, he showed no signs of changing his pace. But with the way his soft bush tickling your clit with each thrust, giving you just a little more stimulation to tighten that feeling in your lower belly. You moaned softly into his mouth, digging your nails into his shoulder and eliciting a similar, choked sigh.

Faltering, the hand around your wrist moved to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before driving into you quicker. He sat up a bit, changing his angle to one that finally drilled into that sweet spot that had you seeing stars in the glowing yellow eyes above you. Tightening your legs against his hips, your pussy tightened and throbbed, too, as he brought you closer to the edge in an instant.

With you squirming beneath him, Kurt purred out another pleased hum, sinking a fang into his bottom lip before turning to kiss your palm. Even the English language would sound like gibberish right now, but you definitely couldn’t understand the German praises being whispered into your skin. You still got the message, though, arching off the bed and wriggling at your makeshift restraint with a few whimperish moans. Your final breaking was the shiver down your spine brought on by the firm touch trailing down your arched spine, making you come hard around him. He moaned with you, struggling to keep going with the resistance met by your constricting walls, but he was determined to fuck you through it nonetheless. He kept his hand curled around yours.

With you taken care of, he sunk back into you, nipping at your shoulder as he gave a few more harsh thrusts to finish himself off. Burying himself and stiffening, he tightened his tail around you, wistfully keeping your legs trapped around him as he came with a low and throaty moan. There was no escaping the few weak rolls of his hips that edged you into overstimulation, but only seconds later he unraveled his tail from your legs, slowly and teasingly, before pulling out.

You were relieved when he unhooked your stiff limbs for you and rested them on the sheets, watching you curl up on your side to soothe yourself without him in your way now. Though his felt tail didn’t hurt, he still lovingly kissed a trail from your ankles to your knees. Even in your state, you still smiled, glancing down at him slyly. But you gave him a little privacy when it came to cleaning up his condom and mess, focusing on climbing under the sheets instead.

There was a dip in the mattress as he finally joined you. His tail wrapped around you before he did, looping around your thigh and curling over your waist. Kurt himself followed suit, stretching an arm over you and pampering your bare shoulders and neck with kisses before nestling against your back.

But the peace could only last for so long before his hand found its way between your legs again.

[rinhaler]

step daddy gojo, slapping you across the face before pumping his load onto while your on your knees getting face fucked off because he found out you were texting college boys 😣

mmmmm okay jealous daddy gojo i see i see 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, age gap, stepcest, mean!gojo, slapping, oral (m receiving), jealousy, degradation, oral creampie :P

words: .6k

Your heart shouldn’t race like this, not with a man you’ve known for so many years of your young life and into adulthood. He’s like a different person right now. You see a man who looks younger than he is, like he’s reverted to his youth and remembering who he really is.

“Are you listening to me, princess?” he asks, landing a harsh slap on your face right after.

Your face doesn’t return to look at him again. You’re too busy processing the fact that he’s struck you, a first for both of you. A shaky hand rests on your cheek, a feeble attempt to calm the burning sting radiating across it.

“Aah—!” you yelp as he strikes the other cheek, moving your face back to look at him again.

You gaze up at him like a servant in a throne room, and he folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes begin to tremble as he bends over at the waist, his face close enough to yours to kiss.

“Awe.” he mocks you when you close your eyes and tilt your head to close the gap between you both. He pulls his head back slightly, dodging your lips. He chuckles at the way your lip wobbles when you realise he avoided your kiss. Though your pout disappears as he repeatedly taps his leaking tip against your swollen lips. “How many cocks have you had in here?” he asks.

You try to answer, though you’re silenced when he pushes into your mouth. Your lips pucker and pout, so glossy and full as they wrap perfectly around your daddy’s pretty pink cock.

“Unff—” he grunts as he forces himself as far in as you can take him. His tip hits against your throat and you think he might cut off all circulation to your brain if you don’t learn how to do this properly stat. “Bet it’s a lot, if your texts are anything to go by.”

Your eyes go wide when he realises he’s been looking through your phone. He offers you a wide, toothy grin despite his eyes looking full of disappointment. Every dirty text message and lewd picture you’ve ever taken and sent swims through your brain. And he sees it, too.

“Can’t believe what a slutty little girl I raised.” he tells you, groaning as he rocks his hips. Your nose is tickled with each thrusts as snow white trimmed pubic hairs roll against your face. “Thought I taught you better. Raised you better. But daddy’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

He holds the sides of your head as he picks up the pace, coming undone at the sight of your eyes looking so concerned and worried as he suffocates you with his length. His balls slap against your chin, and your mind is filled with thoughts of how scandalous this is.

And yet, he sees the way you squeeze your thighs together.

It’s enough to make him blow his load.

“Good— good girl,” he stutters, balls emptying as he spurts rope after rope of thick, tangy cum down your throat. It coats your tongue as he continues to thrust, and you never expected it to taste like that. It’s so warm. “Do you like the taste of my cum?” he asks, pulling out slowly.

His cock twitches even while softening when he sees your tongue loll out while your jaw hangs low. A combination of cum and spit dribble from the corner of your mouth and tip of your tongue. What a pretty little girl you are.

“Y-Yes— aah!” you squeak, feeling a stinging slap land on your cheek once again.

“Naughty girl,” he speaks. “I better text all the boys in your phone for you and tell them you like your daddy’s cum the most.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[ggidolsmuts]

Everflow - Everglow Yiren

Blah blah blah something something something hello!��That's all you understood from the words coming out of the MC's mouth. What did your publication want from this? You're not going to complain, because hey, free business trip, but what was the point of sending someone who barely understood the language? You mingle around, not recognizing any of your fellow colleagues, but you do notice someone.

"Hello, you're here by yourself too?"

"No I'm— I mean yes, unfortunately." Said someone is dressed in a tiny black dress, tapping on her phone in a secluded corner all by herself. She gives you a lookover, before putting her phone back into her purse. "You're here alone too?"

"Yes. You're here for the event too?"

"Yes, work. You?"

"Same." You try to think what job would allow her to come to an event like this dressed like that, but she interrupts you with a question.

"Boring isn't it? How about we have some fun before the event starts?"

"What do you have in mind?" She grabs your wrist and pulls you in.

"Wrong question, you should be asking me." Her breath tickles your ear. "What will I get in you?"

You are left contemplating the correct question as she leads you away into a thankfully unoccupied bathroom. You press her against the sink, kissing a complete stranger just minutes, if not seconds ago. Your lips drift away from hers, moving down her chin, only for her to pull away slightly.

"No marks, and no time." The young woman answers the question for you, her hands going to your trousers to unbuckle them. She takes off her panties and hikes up her tight dress best she can. "Just pull out." With a hiss through gritted teeth you push into her.

"Oh, oh fuck you're big!" Your ego stroked by her words and tightness around you, you start slowly, easing in and out of her. But it doesn't last for long as she's begging you to get her off, adding a lot of wetness to your connection.

"More please, faster, faster!" Your lady friend braces herself against the sinktop, nails almost breaking as she grips the cold marble. With how big you are she can feel every vein and texture of your tool inside her, and it feels so fucking good. The pleasure builds up too quickly, and she has to bite her lip to stifle a scream. "MMMMMMPH!" She bites the back of her hand and muffles it best she can. The lights in the bathroom are blurry and spinning when she opens her eyes again.

"Yiren? Yiren are you there?"

"Oh shit, I have to go!" To your bewilderment your short-lived fling pushes you away, quickly pulling her dress back down before leaving you in the lurch. Your dick is no more than a panty holder, the two things left dangling in the bathroom. You quickly grab her underwear off the countertop, and briefly deliberate finishing yourself; you decide not to once you look around and find no urinals in the bathroom. You zip up best you can, groaning at the tightness of your crotch area and dampness of your trousers—she had squirted all over you and you're still hard.

"Please welcome to the stage, Everglow's Yiren!" You are left dumbfounded as you watch the woman you were several inches in earlier walk on stage, going commando unbeknownst to everyone else in the audience.

"Hello, I'm Yiren!" She presses her legs together, making sure to not accidentally flash anyone. Her thighs feel uncomfortably wet, but Yiren doesn't have time to consider things while she's on stage, so she focuses on interacting with the MC and the crowd, saying nice things and looking pretty. After her job is complete, Yiren disappears from your sight for a while, but you soon find her trying to find you.

"Hey, do you have my clothing?"

"Your clothing? Miss Yiren, what do you mean?" you ask jokingly, pulling out the thin fabric of Yiren's underwear briefly before she shoves it back in your pocket.

"Not here!"

"I agree, you finished your job on stage, you should finish your other job too. I won't ask you to wash my pants though."

"What?"

"You made a mess all over them, utterly drenched."

"I didn't— I don't, you know, do that."

"My pants and the puddle the poor janitor has to clean later will disagree, but I have more pressing concerns." Yiren blushes, but she doesn't back away from you. She looks around, making sure that the two of you wouldn't be observed leaving the event.

"Fine, I have a room in the hotel, let's go there."

There is more than the two of you in the elevator up, so when Yiren lets you into her room you kick the door closed and wrap your arm around her tiny waist right away.

"You left me really high and dry, well, not dry, but hanging."

"Tch, that's why you're here now no?" Yiren is mildly annoyed at your constant reference to her squirting, and she shuts you up by undoing your trousers. The pretty face on stage doing her job earlier is now a pretty face on her knees doing a blowjob as she pulls your boxers down and pushes her lips over your cock. Yiren clearly wanted to get it over with, and you were edged enough earlier that you give in easily, your knees buckling as she wraps her tongue around your shaft and coaxing your time-delayed release down her throat.

"Looks like you're the only one squirting," she jabs you after wiping her mouth.

"We can go back there and take a look, if you're someone that likes to return to the scene of their 'crime'."

"I-I don't! But I don't squirt either!"

"Prove it, go ahead and touch yourself. It'll give me time to get hard again too." You dangle the (or rather, your) carrot in front of Yiren, and it is enticing—she remembers how good it felt in the bathroom earlier, and she would not mind a round two regardless.

"Fine." You watch Yiren slip out of her little black dress, her pale skin nicely matching the white sheets she gets on. A hand slips between her legs, but she keeps them closed.

"Open your legs, don't want you squirting and then trying to hide it." Yiren glares at you, but her knees part slightly, showing you her finger lightly rubbing her clit. You nod and have her continue, and Yiren's eyes close. Her legs begin to splay open as she continues rubbing herself, but she doesn't speed up, her other hand merely fondling her small breasts as you watch her climb. Her movements are small but practiced, no doubt how she touched herself back at the dorms—she needed to be quiet, to not be noticed, just enough to get her over the edge.

"Mm!" A small squeak, and her legs relax on to the bed. "I— I came, see, no squirting." Yiren cheeks are pink, but she glares at you to prove her point. She had just given herself a "light" orgasm, a "light" on the malatang spiciness scale—just enough to leave her senses tingling, but not nearly satisfying enough. Which is why you were here in the first place.

"If that's how you touch yourself I'm not surprised."

"How dare you— I'd like to see you try!" Yiren tries to be outraged, but her eyes are glued on your recovered hardness.

"Oh I plan to. I'll make sure you can't stop squirting." A warmth goes through her body as you lay a large hand on her hip—you hadn't touched her quite like this, skin-on-skin contact, in the bathroom earlier.

"You can try, but if you don't, and you won't, I'm not going to help get you off again even if I cum."

"You're going to blue ball me again?" you ask even as Yiren unbuttons your shirt. She unconsciously licks her lips as she takes in your naked body.

"Hey, that time was out of my control, unless you wanted us to get caught! But yes, if you really think you can make me do it, you should put something on the line." She draws you in, her lips inches from yours. She smells like strawberry.

"Fine, you should put something on the line too."

"Like what?"

"If I make you squirt, I get to use you until you stop squirting, you don't get to say stop."

"I have—" Yiren stops herself. She had a flight out tomorrow morning, but did she really think it would go that long? No, no it wouldn't. "Never mind, yes, that's fine." She agrees without further thought, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. She wants to get off on you again, and even if she did squirt by some miracle, it'd be a one-off, and she could still ditch you after by faking an orgasm. Yes, that'd be the play. So Yiren lets herself relax the first round, feeling you up with her wandering hands.

"You like what you see?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have led you to the bathroom earlier."

"I'm glad, let me get started then." Without a further word Yiren feels two fingers on her belly drag themselves down between her legs. They felt huge, each as large as one of the toys she would use occasionally.

"Wait— Ah!" You plunge two fingers into her and start fingerfucking her. Yiren merely rubbed her clit earlier, ramping up the pleasure slowly, and then doing just enough to tip her over. If her masturbation was a "light" orgasm, you want to make this one "explosive". Her head snaps back as you dig around her roughly, feeling for her g-spot, and finding it when she reacts abruptly—a sharp moan, a clench of her walls, and a hand on your arm, trying to ward you off.

No, wait! Everything is happening too fast for Yiren to process—she's being rubbed in an area she never reaches herself, and your thumb is too demanding, pressing and tapping on her clit like an impatient customer demanding a waiter to serve him water. Her hand is on your arm, jerking along with your rough movements, she needs to push you away, yet she can't summon the strength, the fingers inside her feel so good, too good. A warmth floods her body when she senses a fingerpad on her nipple, adding another sensation to her overloaded senses.

"Mmmmmmm!" Yiren snaps, covering her mouth with a raised arm. Yet there's no covering her lower mouth as you remove your fingers, and all the "overload" in Yiren squirts out, spraying your arm with clear slick, her juices served on a platter. She twitches and trembles on the bed, her toned tummy drumming up and down on the bed as she rides out her intense climax. Her vision white and breathing deeply, Yiren takes a while to open her eyes again, and to her dismay she sees your hand, liquid dripping off your fingertips.

"You squirted."

"J-Just this once." You took that as a challenge.

Not what I meant! Yiren throws her head back again as you bury your head between her legs, your tongue an utterly foreign and delightful muscle against her wetness. Your tongue wriggles past her lips, and Yiren has to plant her hand over your head. Presumably she wants you to stop moving, to give her time to recover, but all that happens is her tensing up, forcing your head harder against her pussy. Your arms hook around her thighs, and you continue to eat her out even as her hips move every which way. All the movement makes you bump against her clit repeatedly, and soon, rather than trying to get away from you, Yiren's just rotating her hips without purpose, grinding her crotch against your face as she chases her orgasm.

Fuck, why does it feel so good?! She bemoans the pleasure. Your teeth grazes against her swollen clit, and Yiren yells. When you wrap your lips around the nub and suck, Yiren screams, a surge of lightning going up her spine before rushing out of her pussy, splashing her juices all over your chin. You quickly place your mouth over her pussy to drink up the rest of it, making a point of wiping your mouth when she has her eyes open again.

"You taste delicious."

"S-Shut up. When are you going to fuck me hmm? You won't get to get off if I don't squirt the next time." Yiren sees you smile, and you silently get up to move her around the bed. She finds herself facing the mirror, and before she knows it you're behind her, her back pressed against your chest. She had prepared herself to get on all fours, but to her surprise you've made her sit and pushed her legs open, your own legs keeping her spread lewdly. Your head dips to her ear, and she shivers against you when you whisper.

"I'm not worried. Besides, I thought you might want to watch yourself squirt. Maybe then you'll admit it."

With your legs locking hers in place, Yiren watches your hand go down her body. She keels against you when you slide two fingers into her once more. This time thankfully you don't focus on her g-spot, drawing your digits out soon after. Maybe I can— Yiren yelps as you slam your fingers back in, and with your body bracing Yiren, she can't back away, it just makes your fingers get even deeper into her. I can't, I can't! Your palm strikes against her clit every time you thrust your fingers into her. She's already close again, and even Yiren knows she's going to squirt.

"Look in the mirror." Yiren forces her eyes open, and you hook her own legs a little further back, spreading her out even more. Her glossy eyes watch your hand go even faster in and out of her, there's no way she can stay watching it—

"Nngaaah!" A wild yell escapes her, her mind on a different plane of reality as she watches herself through the mirror. The Yiren in the mirror throws her hips off the bed as the hand pulls back, and it is a gush of juice that explodes out of her pussy. Not just a singular gush too—over and over Yiren bucks her hips off the bed, each firing off their own jet of squirt. The lithe girl is trembling and sweating, the sheets beneath her soaked with all kinds of fluids.

"God you're such a perfect squirter..." your whispers rouse Yiren from her stupor, and she sees herself in the mirror, droplets of her own girlcum splattered across the face looking back.

I-I'm not a squirter! Am I? Doubt sets in on Yiren. And your sinful words don't help at all.

"You've been holding back on yourself, holding back on me, this whole time. You should see yourself squirt again."

"N-No, I don't want to, don't want to watch!" You grin and push Yiren's legs together, before hooking your arm under her legs and pulling them up. Her back pressed against you, you pull her legs towards her chest, folding Yiren in half, and now she's staring at her knees instead of the mirror.

"Fine, just listen then." In the folded position Yiren can barely catch her breath as you strum on her clit, and in her overstimulated state she wails before going silent in orgasm. She squirts once more, and despite being unable to see the mirror, Yiren hears the spray land heavily on the mirror, each drop a thunder in her ears.

"Did you squirt then?" you ask her, and she blushes and tries to shy away from you.

"Yes."

"Are you a squirter?"

"N-No."

"Not admitting it yet?" You release your hold on her, letting her flop on to the bed as you roll on top of her. "I am going to fuck you now."

"No!" She pushes you away in a hurry. "I mean, let me be on top."

"If you want." You get on your back, and Yiren clambers on top of you. Gone is her prettily coiffed hair and makeup, replaced with a disheveled, sweaty, and drained look. She has been pushed to her limits tonight, the pleasure and forbidden sensation of squirting driving her insane, yet she's desirous for more. Any idea of faking an orgasm to just get out of the deal is gone from her head—she wants to cum, and she wants to not squirt to prove a pointless point.

Even after all of your handiwork on her pussy, it still doesn't compare to how full you feel inside her, and Yiren moans deliriously as she hilts herself on you. This is it! She cries in her head, immediately beginning to grind her hips on you.

"You like my cock don't you?"

"I, uhhnngh, I love it!" Her hands are on your chest, and she squeezes your pecs as she grinds. Yiren's head is spinning as the pleasure she had felt in the bathroom quickie earlier returns, your shaft rubbing all the right spots along her drenched walls. But I can't squirt! She forces herself to slow down her movements, denying herself some of the pleasure, to hopefully bring herself to a small orgasm rather than another wet one.

You see through her thoughts immediately as she shuts her eyes, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Why are you going slow Yiren?"

"You know why, damn it!"

"Is that why you wanted to be on top? So you can control the pace?"

"Yes, oh fuck!" she whines as she unfortunately finds the perfect angle to fuck herself on you.

"You do know that I can just hold you there and thrust upwards right? I can make you squirt all over my cock whenever—" You put one hand on her waist. "I—" You put your other hand on her waist, and Yiren freezes, as if waiting for you to just do as you say, to just ruin her with another squirting orgasm. "Want, but I won't." You let go of her, and Yiren's too stunned to speak momentarily. You smirk at her undulating body though, unconsciously beginning to move in circles again.

"W-Why did you st— Why not?"

"I want you to make yourself squirt. I can make you do it anytime, but can you?"

"I don't want to! I won't!"

"Are you sure? I can feel you clenching around me, are you thinking about how it would feel when you squirt again? Thinking about how I would do it?"

"No!"

"I would grab your tiny little waist, and then I would jam you down as I thrust up, god I would get so deep in you. You squirted before in the bathroom, there's no way you won't squirt again."

"No, not this time!" Yiren can't see you grin as she begins to lose her mind—she finally admits to squirting in the bathroom earlier.

"And then I would roll you over so I can properly fuck you, and I won't stop until you admit you're a squirter, and then make you squirt again and again."

"I won't say that— mmmm!" As you argue with Yiren her hips begin to move with a mind of their own, moving faster and faster. Her moans rise in pitch as she finds the perfect angle again and again. Stop Yiren, you need to stop! A little inner voice begins to shout, but it is fighting against the tidal roar of another orgasm.

Yiren don't! It is far too late.

"I can't, I'm sorry, NO—" Yiren wails loudly and begins to give in.

Schlick

"What are you sorry about Yiren?"

"I— I'm going to cum!"

Schlick Shlop

"Are you going to squirt on my cock?"

"Mmm, mmm!" She tries to shake her head, but she's bouncing on your cock, and she ends up nodding comically instead.

"Say it!"

Schlick Shlop Shlosh

"I'm— Ohh I'm going to, I'm going to nngh... I'm squirting—" The rest of it devolves into unintelligible groans as Yiren's control is washed away. You have to focus on not cumming with Yiren as she contracts around you, but you still feel your balls get drenched in her warm fluids, and the added squelch you now hear from Yiren's movements finish her original sentence—Yiren has flooded your connection with her juices and squirted all over your cock. You hold Yiren and roll the two of you, switching positions and making the twitching idol squirt a little more in the process.

"You really are a huge squirter aren't you?"

"Don't move, please don't move yet!" Yiren clings on to you, her walls still clenching around you as she rides out the last waves of her peak. "I-I'm a squirter, ok? I admit it."

"Good, then I don't want you to hold back. I'm going to fuck you, and I want you to tell me when you're squirting."

"Mm, ahh!" You start moving as soon as Yiren squeaks her understanding. As if finally unblocked and unchained, she throws her head back, moaning loudly when you thick rod runs itself in and out of her.

It's too good, it's so good— "Ugh I'm cumming!" It only takes a few thrusts for the overstimulated Yiren to cum again, and psshh you pull out, a jet of liquid spraying your stomach. As soon as she's done you plunge back in, pumping Yiren for her next gush.

"Ohhh yes!" Tears leak out from Yiren's eyes as she bucks her hips and squirts again. She can't believe how good it feels to squirt, the warm juices evidence of her own extreme pleasure. How can she ever go back to her feeble masturbation, how can she go "dry" again? She's shouting herself hoarse, but she doesn't even care if the whole floor hears her scream.

"I'm squirting again!"

"You're such a fucking hot squirter," you growl, driving into her faster and harder, chasing your own orgasm as you fuck Yiren to several squirting orgasms, each loudly announced. Your bodies are covered in sweat and slick, droplets of each splattered all over your violent forms.

"Guhnngh!" Yiren's brow contracts as you nudge at her cervix on an extra-deep thrust, and her walls clench around you violently as you nudge her again and again and again. "God— guh, uh, uh, nngh!" She feels your tip press on her womb firmly, and she loses all control.

"FUCK!" You pull out just in time, and your load fires up her body, splattering Yiren all the way to her neck. Yiren's world goes white, just as white as your load covering her while she explodes in her wettest orgasm yet. Her first blast hits you square in the chest, and the following jet sprays cover your entire torso. By the time her hips finally stop bucking, her entire body is flush in exertion and completely limp below you, as if every last bit of strength in her has been expelled in the form of girlcum all over your body.

Not caring about the mess you collapse on top of her, feeling Yiren quivering beneath you. The two of you take long minutes to recover, and you are the first to manage to put together a sentence.

"We should clean up," you whisper. But she shakes her head.

"I-I can't move." Her limbs still feel weak and numb, the pleasure nerves in her head still firing. You half carry and half drag Yiren into the shower, turning the hot water on and letting it wash over the two of you. But you're not done with Yiren yet.

"No..." Yiren feels your hand go between her legs, and she braces herself against the shower wall. A few rubs on her sensitive nub, and a weak flow of slick trickles down her leg before joining the shower water down the drain.

"You can end this now," you whisper in her ear, and Yiren finally realizes what you mean—in the shower she can just lie, say she didn't squirt, and you would end the session. You continue rubbing her slit, feeling Yiren tense in a weak orgasm, and her juices spray over your fingers weakly.

"I-I didn't squirt there." You look Yiren in the eyes, and they are round and tired, eager for rest.

"I see, I failed then. We're done." She slumps against the wall, sliding down to the floor. You sit down next to her, gently shampooing and soaping her up (to small overstimulated whimpers), helping Yiren finally get clean before quickly washing up yourself.

"Can you get up?" Yiren nods, standing up like a baby deer as you hand her a towel and give her a robe after. She hugs you tightly as the two of you exit the bathroom, her head buried in your chest—she's sobbing into it, overcome with emotion at what just happened tonight.

"Yiren?"

"I'm so embarrassed, I don't know what to say."

"I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you. I won't say anything about tonight to anyone."

"Okay, thank you. I umm, I have to leave tomorrow morning."

"So do I, you should rest as much as you can, and drink lots of water."

"Right..." Yiren blushes at the comment, and you feel her get warm against you as the two of you survey the water damage—Yiren has likely soaked the mattress, the sheets clinging to it translucently. "Oh god how am I going to explain this, what if the hotel finds out?"

"They'll keep quiet, that's what they're paid to do. Just say you spilled a pot of water or something and that you're very sorry."

"I'll try that."

"Yes, good. I should go, I'll let you rest." You gently dislodge Yiren from your arm, but she's clingy.

"I-I never felt like that before, it never feels that good."

"I'm glad, now you know what's possible. Next time, you should have a towel when you do it yourself."

"No, I want to see you again." Yiren's eyes are wide and twinkling—she's putting the idol charm on you, the little firecracker you fucked in the bathroom coming back strong.

"Fine, here's my business card. Don't risk it, remember we almost got caught earlier," you remind her.

"I will worry about that. It's my neck on the line." You chuckle and shake your head, giving her a goodbye hug and getting a goodbye peck in return.

You return to Korea separately from Yiren, and you don't expect to hear from her for a while—she is an idol after all.

Ding! Or not.

I'm off next Wednesday, can I see you then?

Well, at least that day's weather forecast settled.

Wet.

A/N: I wrote this purely because I wanted to do an "Everglow/flow" pun lol and wanted to use that little black dress pic of hers, thanks for reading!

[voidcat]

– [16:52]

characters: togame jo, you

notes: use of nicknames (was gonna be pet names too, but oh well for another fic mayhaps) girl help i was possessed idk where this came from. Anywyas enjoy ;w;

Slight vibrations accompanied by a little mew, you scratch the cheeks of the cat by your side, keeping your other arm extremely still.

The cat seems content but a little too energetic to sleep just yet. “Come on now, just rest.” You try to convince the furry fellow, giving ear scratches with your rhythm decreasing to lull it to sleep.

Not the wisest place to lie with a cat on your chest; streets are one thing but Shishitoren territory is on another level by itself.

Lucky for you, this is one of the streets their members rarely walk upon— that, or they’ve just decided to leave you alone for now, embarrassment still fueling hot in the blood of novices and some wayward punks.

“I just want you to use me as a pillow.” You almost wail at the cat with a pout, the cat not caring in the slightest as to what you want, purring and playing with your fingers.

“Is the offer on the table for others?”

A voice from afar breaks the peaceful space you and the cat had crafted, footsteps beginning to make themselves heard, drawing near with each step.

“Because if the little guy won’t, I’d like to take up on it.” The owner of the voice concludes, stopping several steps away from you.

The cat jumps off of you in an instant, bothered by the sudden raise of noise, disappearing into a narrow alley as all you can do is to sit there and watch them go away.

The lack of warmth quickly takes over your body, and you still remain in the same position, same spot. You don’t need to raise your head to be met with Togame Jo’s smug face, his grin already loud in the words he spoke.

“No can do.” You let the sweetness of your tone to drop, mourning the loss of the cat and your limited amount of solitude in the process.

“Come now.” He singsongs with open arms, still keeping his distance. “Gonna turn away a stray just like that?”

He sounds amused if anything, all the more annoying— “last I checked, you weren’t a cat Togame.” You say his name slower, emphasising on it.

The arms drop and he rests one to his hip, leaning his body weight on one foot as well. The use of his name works as you hoped, even just the slightest tinge of annoyance blooming works just fine.

“Back to the pleasantries, I see.” With the last of his word, he resumes his walk toward you.

“And what could I have…” *clink clank* his sandals echo in the air, “possibly done…” *clank* the sandals come to a stop, a curtain of shade cast over you, you can tell he is standing right next to where you lay, “to have upset my doctor dearest now?”

He speaks the words like honey as he crouches down, arms resting on the surface next to you, brushing against your skin, he tilts his head to the side and with each exhale, you can feel his breath tickling your skin.

The nickname does not help once bit. He always makes it a point to remind you of your embarrassment when you’re least expecting.

So what if you were a little naive back then! Unaware just how often and intense the lot of them would fight… if it’s a crime to be concerned at the sight of a human you saw as acquaintances covered in blood and bruises, getting worried and rushing to his side for first aid— sure you’re guilty as charged, take them in officer! put on the handcuffs and lock them away while you’re at it!

“Let me think…” you hum, bringing a finger to your lips to fake thinking. Your arm aches for being still for so long but you try to hide it away.

“Disturbing the peace of citizens, getting in the way of a potential sick animal’s rescue, asking people to use them as body pillows, initiating physical contact with people unprompted… I think the list goes on, don’t you think?” You turn your head to face him as you finish.

He stands close, too close, if you were to lean forward just an inch, your noses would brush already. And worse of all, he looks more smug than anything, just staring into your eyes, uncaring of the empty look you are careying

“An interesting list of accusations.” Togame speaks up after holding your gaze long enough for both of you to grow bored. “But mostly baseless, should I add.”

You raise an eyebrow in return, bringing both your hands by your chest to clasp them.

“The cat part can be handled any time,” he says as his eyes go up, as if thinking on ways to capture the cat later on, “but someone respectable such as you, doctor dearest, shouldn’t go around, spreading rumors now.” He says as his eyes find yours again.

“And last I checked, the physical contact wasn’t unprompted.” The grin returns to his face, with each word, he goes down a volume.

The grin grows bigger and bigger, the same unnerving one on the opposite sides fear, and the same one he loves to use when he feels like he has the upper hand on you. “You enjoyed it, in fact.”

And with the drop of the ball, he waits for your response, only receiving an eye roll in return, then one hand raising from where it lay to flick him off on the forehead.

The same empty mask is nowhere on your face— too many emotions in fact, all boiling, fighting to retort, say something back, bark or shut him off. But it’s an endless battle like that, only ending with one side speechless. And if anything to come by, you know when to admit defeat.

Like now, as unfortunate as it is.

Togame is the first to break the scenery after some time passes, the sky beginning change its colors. Getting up and stretching his arms, he opens his eyes to steal a glance at the sky.

“Heard it may rain today. Dont want a repeat of last time now, do we?” He says as an invitation. Reaching out his arm to you, bent by the elbow, he watches as you repeat after him, get up, stretch your arms and get off the platform you were sitting.

With a sigh, you link your arm to his and immediately pull him to your side with little force.

“Well then Mr. Stray, lead the way.”

[ghostbustting]

Reader telling 80s James she wants to watch him jerk off and he’s really nervous at first but he gets super desperate while he’s jerking off and they dirty talk until he finally cums all over his chest

HEHEHELLLOOOO time for the monthly comeback before I disappear again guys 😘🙌 *giggles cutely*

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵„ ๋࣭⭑

80s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

James' blue eyes stared back into mine, both of them slightly widened, it wasn’t hard to spot the way his cheeks has turned into a deeper shade of red than it already was. I could hear his heartbeat just the slightest bit louder than it usually is from the request that just slipped out of my lips that broke us out of our previous heated make out session here on our bed.

"What? Sorry, repeat that?"

He ask, genuine sense of confusion along with nervousness filling the sound of his voice and even his eyes also. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find the look on his face adorable. But it was understandable, I myself am nervous when I told him,

”I want to watch you jerk off.”

I might sound like I was the boldest and most forward person ever with that request leaving my lips, but truly my heart was beating faster than it ever was, I didn’t quite know how to word it off better than I did, I found the request a tad bit awkward. But curiosity consumed me and took control over my mind.

There was no doubt that seeing a flustered James Hetfield was a sight I never knew I longed to see. The red hue of his cheeks were the cutest thing I had lay my eyes on, the way the tent in his boxers grew even more, encouraging me to see what's hidden underneath the fabric.

My bottom lip was captured in between my top and bottom teeth as my hand slowly land on his thigh, my nails grazing up and down his skin, causing goosebumps to appear. "James.." His name escaped my lips in a soft, sultry, encouraging whisper.

The waistband of his boxers was caught by my hand, slowly and swiftly pulling it down till the hard length of his cock slips out, standing proudly and spilling precum the slightest bit from the pink tip, twitching ever so slightly.

My own name leaves his lips in a gasped out whine, softly. My eyes went up and met his in an instant, and so did our lips, captured in a heated and sloppy kiss. We found our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for control.

As our senses gets caught up in the breathtaking kiss, my hand slowly reaching for his own hand and leading him to take ahold of his own dripping cock, a whine of his entering my mouth the moment he held his cock.

I pull my head back from him, leaning into his ear instead, my hot breath tickling his skin as I whisper, "Do it. You know you want it, baby.."

"Fuck.." He breathed out. Looking down, I begin to notice the firm grip he have on his cock, more precum seems to be squeezed out from the pressure he have on his member. "You're gonna kill me.."

I softly chuckle, placing one last kiss on his cheek before I lean back and let my eyes wander over his bare body as his hand worked up and down his shaft, his eyes showing a small hint of disappoinment when I pull away from him, he seems to yearn for my touch.

Yet I stay still, my eyes only locked on his cock and the way his hand jerked himself off, his fingers gripping the veiny cock firmly while moving up and down it, the precum gushing out more every now and then, helping his movement become more slick and smooth.

The new slick state of his skin made a groan leave his lips, his head thrown back.

Meanwhile, I was completely speechless. Or rather, too busy enjoying the rare sight that was displayed right before my eyes. There was a certain wetness soaking my panties, making my thighs clench together our of arousal. "That's not how you jerk off, James." I complained, my voice showing I was serious. "Faster."

The whine that left his swollen lips might be the sweetest sound I've ever hear from his lips. Nevertheless, his hand did obey me, moving in a faster speed up and down his shaft, running his thumb over his tip.

A small smile made it's way to my lips, "That's right... Did this a lot, hmm?" My hand slowly made it's way back to his thigh, sending soft and delicate touches that encouraged the lust blooming inside of him.

"Please.."

James moaned, his hips bucking up while his hand try to maintain the velocity he holds in his pumps.

"Please what?"

I asked, one of my eyebrows raised as that small yet sly smile decided to make a stay on my lips, my eyes lingering from the desperation plastered on his face and back towards the jerking he's doing.

It didn't take me long to notice one of his hand reaching out towards mine. Slowly, I let him hold my hand, our fingers interwining as the look in his eyes dug into my own, those blue pupils completely infatuated by lust.

His voice came out under a breath, a soft and whiney sound of, "Touch me.." Coming through his parted lips.

With that request from him, I didn't give in so easily. I took my hand back from his hold and lean back, "Work for yourself. Maybe then, I'll touch you." The sly smile was long gone and a much more cocky smirk made it's way to my lips.

He groaned and shifted on the bed, turning his back on me while still pumping his cock, his thighs clenching together. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.."

"Mm, you'd love that.. wouldn't cha, Het?" I chuckled, grabbing his arm and forcing him to lay down on his back so I can watch as he jerk off again. The pathetic look that was on his face was a sight that made me want to both laugh at him and kiss his face all over. "Answer me."

The blond hair of his head shakes as his nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes.." He whined out, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he tighten the hold he have on his cock, my eyes never leaving the way his hand moves. "Fuck, I'm close.. so close.."

"Better start coming then."

James' eyes snapped up towards mine, opened wide, the lust never once leaving his gaze. It took me another look at his cock to realize how fast he's actually pumping now, the precum never once stopped oozing out of the red desperate tip.

"Come for me."

Those three last words took it out for him, his cum came shooting out of his tip in white sticky streaks.

His release was way too strong to the point those white streaks of his cum shoot up to his chest, glistening the smooth skin of his bare chest. A loud moan escaped his lips as one last evidence of how intense the release was to him.

James' eyes yet again looked into mine, his eyelids forcing themselves to open just to look at me as his hand slowly made it's way to my own hand, holding it once again as he utter out a soft and weak,

"...Want your touch..."

It wasn't hard to guess it would be a long long night.

[lovelucilfer]

self indulgent fluff for my beloved husband's birthday!! after worrying that I wouldn't have anything to post for him, I somehow managed to write this. I love him and he deserves nothing but softness. happy birthday to my favourite uchiha. 🍅🍙💙

The first thing Sasuke notices when he wakes, sitting up as he blinks the sleep from his tired eyes, is the unusual absence on your side of the bed. It's rare for you to rouse before he does, but a press of his hand to the sheets and the warmth still clinging to them tells him that you're not far. Though he already has a sneaking suspicion as to where you've disappeared to. One that makes a fond smile tug at the corners of his lips as he gets up.

Instead of going about his morning routine as he usually would, Sasuke wanders out from your bedroom, padding carefully down the hallway towards the kitchen of your home. This is where you are, he's certain of it — if the sweet, resounding hum of your voice and clattering dishes are anything to go by.

Sure enough, as he breaches the doorway, leaning against its frame, there you are. The sight of you makes Sasuke soften, his muscles going lax as he refrains from making his presence known just yet. You're still in your pajamas, hair thrown up into a haphazard bun to keep it from falling into your eyes as you cook. He takes his time letting his heavily lidded gaze roam over you, appreciating every curve and inch of your exposed skin as you work; the crook of your neck, the inviting slope of your shoulder, and your bare thighs. All favourite places of his.

Sasuke knows that you know what day it is, and the thought that you've gone out of your way to wake up earlier than you typically like to in order to make him breakfast has warmth spreading through his chest. The small ways in which you show your love for him, and choose to celebrate him, never going unnoticed. His fingers twitch with want as he pushes himself from the door, tempted to reach out and pull you close as he splays them over your skin.

"You're up early." Sasuke murmurs, startling you with the low rasp of his voice, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches you turn your head to look at him with pleasant surprise.

His name falls from your lips at the familiar sound, breathy and affectionate, and a smirk tugs at his lips in response as he quietly closes the distance between the two of you. Sasuke's hand finds your hip to give it a gentle squeeze in greeting. Dropping his head to nose along your neck, he breathes you in before brushing his lips against your shoulder.

"I am," you confirm, a giggle bubbling up from your mouth as Sasuke's hair tickles you, "Go sit, it's almost ready."

Sasuke hums, reluctant to pull away from the comfort of your body heat, but moves to seat himself at the kitchen table as per your request. He knows better than to argue, and he wouldn't want you to think that the effort of your doting gesture has been lost on him. It's quite the opposite, as he gazes at you there's nothing but unadulterated love in his eyes. You can see it too, suddenly feeling shy as you set his food down in front of him. It isn't uncommon for you to make breakfast, but something about this morning, knowing you've made it especially with him in mind has it feeling extra special.

When Sasuke glances down at the plate before him on the table his heart squeezes in his chest. All of his favourites are included, prepared undoubtedly with love and care, but there's one thing in particular that has an unexpected rush of emotion catching him off guard. Cherry tomatoes, that you've somehow managed to slice deftly into the shape of small hearts.

You worry at your bottom lip as you arrange your own breakfast, skimming through your mind for anything you could have missed while you wait for the telltale sound of Sasuke's hum of approval. It's a sound you've become partial to, taking pleasure in it whenever you get the chance to cook for the both of you. But it doesn't come, and you can feel the weight of Sasuke's gaze, the silence eating away at you as your pulse quickens with concern.

"Is it too much? It's silly... childish, I know—" you stammer, shaking your head as heat starts to rise to your face in embarrassment, turning to look at him only to be met with the hard plane of his chest, "Mm!"

You're interrupted by the firm press of Sasuke's lips to yours, his hand finding the small of your back with practiced ease as he circles your waist, scooping you into his embrace as he kisses you. It's all-consuming, the kind of kiss that steals your breath and has you chasing after his mouth once he pulls away — as is every kiss Sasuke initiates, you've found. You flush at the sudden proximity, melting at the feel of his hot breath fanning out over your lips as your own hands come up to cup his face instinctively. Brushing your thumbs along his jaw, your eyes search his, filled with love and longing.

"It's perfect." He insists, his voice carrying a warmth and tenderness saved solely for you as he dispels your worries, "Thank you."

Sasuke's words are saturated with sincerity, his gratitude evident as he punctuates them with yet another deep, fervent kiss. He feels your arms slide up to wrap around his neck as he captures your lips, revelling in the way that you arch into him, even as he pulls away to study your delicate features. Several moments pass as you peer at one another, time seeming to suspend itself as the two of you bask in the intimate exchange.

"Happy birthday, Sasuke." you tell him finally, your voice dripping with adoration as you brush the hair from his face, wanting to look at him fully.

It makes Sasuke's heart skip a beat, fluttering in his chest as he peers down at you with a soft reverence that speaks volumes to the depths of his love and appreciation for you. Seeing the same love reflected back at him in your eyes, he can't help but to smile. He knows that in that moment, every birthday from here on will be a good one, so long as he gets to spend it by your side.

[biblio-smia]

massaging wherever is sore with waking up to partner tracing divots in spine with remus lupin please 🙏 (plz have remus be giving the massage im just a bitch with a sore body 😭)

incredibly real. first ever remus lupin fic please be kind <3 | part of v's 1000 follower celebration

you feel skin against yours before anything else, warm fingers circling your skin. you wonder how long the small motions of his fingers have been keeping remus entertained. his attention, usually fickle, always seemed to be captivated by you.

remus's touch against your spine pauses as you stir, a change in your breathing giving you away. remus can't help his smile as your eyes flutter open to see him, long hair a mess on his head. you always wondered how it was possible, if there was some creature stopping by in the middle of the night to tangle his hair while he slept.

"good morning," remus hums against your skin.

"you woke me up."

"not on purpose."

you pull away from remus, giving him a look while he holds back a grin.

before remus can trap himself against you again, you turn out of his loose hold and stretch, groaning at the ache that has settled into your muscles. remus frowns as you wince - sleeping cuddled up against remus's chest was only ever comfortable until the morning.

remus's hands, never able to stay away from you for too long, find yours.

"it's just my shoulders. they're a bit sore." you shake your head dismissively, pulling yourself up. remus sits up alongside you, pulling your legs back into bed when you try swinging them over the edge.

"let me help?" remus's thumb swipes over your thigh gently, palm resting on your knee, eyes looking up at you in a way he knows you can't reject.

you nod once and remus disappears from your line of sight to sit behind you, hands gently coming up to your shoulders. you're thankful he can't see you now as heat rises to your face, trying to relax as remus begins massaging your shoulders.

"like that?" remus asks softly, pressing into your muscles with his thumbs.

"mhmm," you reply, not trusting your own voice to speak.

remus works diligently, using various methods to try and soothe your muscles, checking in with you to make sure he's not being too rough.

remus can't help swinging around to press a kiss on your cheek, raising an eyebrow at the temperature of your skin and you know you've been caught.

"am i flustering you?" remus all but laughs, a teasing tone in his voice.

you roll your eyes and scoff as remus tries to turn you around.

"get off!" you try to swat his arm but remus is used to this - he pins you easily, laughing now as he kisses all over your face to test his theory.

"bad news," remus grins cheekily, pressing his lips against the tip of your nose quickly. "i think you're in love with me, sweetheart."

"i don't think so," you counter. "you're the one who can't keep his hands off me."

remus considers this, the motioning of your head towards his hands currently attached to you. remus tilts his head and hums, letting go of you in favor of placing his hands on your face, still warm.

"you may be right about that," remus admits, running a thumb along your bottom lip. "but how could i?"

you can't help but be affected, both by remus's words and the swipes of his fingers. your patience wears thin and your mind remains greedy, pulling remus in for a kiss.

he's gentle with you, as he always is, kissing you as softly as he can, lips barely pressing against yours.

remus grins once you've pulled apart and your fingers instinctively push some strands of hair out of his face. he leans down, lips leaving kisses at the corner of your jaw.

"i told you!" remus whispers in a sing-songy tune, his breath tickling your skin. you laugh, pulling remus flush against you. before he can worry about hurting you your lips are on his again.

remus feels dizzy, senses so completely full of you. he's left breathless by the fervor with which you kissed him and, by god, you've left him speechless.

a teasing smile lays on your lips as remus pants to try and catch his breath, your fingers tracing patterns against the nape of his neck.

"something caught your tongue?

[mncein]

my sweater? or yours?

◖ 🌸 ° ✮ — seeking comfort after an exhausting day is a requirement. maybe hugs and kisses will ease the tiredness you're feeling. from who? of course your lovely girlfriend!

◖ 🕢 ° ✮ — today, serving you with...? pure fluff !! try your best to relax and take breaks, there is no time for drama today; pairing: newjeans ot5 x female!reader

◖ 💌 ° ✮ — mail for you: hi hi! guess who's back! i'll be explaining my semi-long (?) disappearance here. aside all the crazy things i've done in my life, first sem is done! so far i'm not pressured or stressed about any school works, i fixed my schedules, managed my time and all. i grew a lot ! hoping my brain did too, anyways take this as thanks to my loyal readers out there ! special thanks to @ilovekimminji for the kisses and requesting this hc ! ◖ 💬 ° ♪ — word count: 2,731

in what might some consider as dramatic, your tiredness has truly reached its limit. the silent but audible groans escaping your lips serve as a sign that you're getting more exhausted with every step you take. the walk to newjeans' dormitory, which the girls granted you access to, feels like a long travel at this point. each step is paired with a quiet sigh, a mumble of a protest against the weight of drained energy.

at last, you arrived at the front door of the building; when the view of the elevator opening entered reach of your sight, you felt a feeling of relief for your tired legs, you don't have to take the stairs! you made your way inside the dormitory, hoping that your girlfriend was home...

🌸 — minji

you know she was home because of her favorite slippers all messy on the rug of the front door. you knelt down, followed by a click of your tongue while you fixed the house shoes neat and well-arranged. after, you take your coat off and hang it on the rack, excitement of seeing minji growing second after second. rushing to the living room with a big smile on your face.

there she was, entirely carefree of your presence, but still undeniably beautiful while slacked lazily on the couch. the tv plays a playlist of her all-time favorite old rock love songs on youtube, and she listens to them with you twice or thrice a week, but it looks like she missed you so much that she had to listen to them alone for the 6th time this week.

you wasted no time and jumped on the couch, your mind going back to your intention of receiving hugs and kisses from your girlfriend, and went blank when you felt her wrap her strong arms around your waist. the both of you missed the warmth you shared with each other. it felt so long and cold as an endless winter night without being cuddled up on each other's arms.

"missed you so much."

words were muffled as you stuffed your face in her chest, she chuckled at your words as a reaction.

"same here. i had to play the songs all day because i can't get you off my mind."

"i knew. but at least give time to fix your slippers on the front door!"

you two shared a moment of laughter before staring into each other's eyes, closing them after feeling your lips touch. sharing the sweet moment passionately and expressively that lasted for a minute.

"i love you bro."

you pecked her lips between every word, her smile growing after receiving every kiss.

"i love you too, miss bro."

minji whispered as a distraction, for her to sneak her hands on your waist, fingers preparing for the right time to attack you with tickles.

"no, i love you more."

you teased.

"god, you're so annoying, i love love you more!"

minji replied after you, and she knew it was going to be an endless exchange of "i love you's", all set and go!

laughs escaped your mouth as minji's fingers turned into tickling machines, squirming and weak under her touch. you desperately tried to escape the torment to catch your breath.

"i swear! if getting tickled by you is a workout, i'd be really fit right now."

you blurt out, calming yourself after laughing too much, you then lay back on her chest, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. minji welcomes you again into her embrace, holding your head softly, this simple gesture sends sparks into your heart.

she rambled away, sharing how her day lacked its usual spark without you around. but excitedly, she spoke about some new songs she discovered, recommending them to you. as she was getting carried away with a new topic, she yearned to steal a few kisses from you. however, you remained silent. minji glanced down and found you peacefully sleeping on her chest, looking utterly adorable in your slumber.

she wouldn't dare wake you up, she knew you were tired, and you deserve a good rest. maybe she'll get those kisses tomorrow morning.

wait! before she closes her eyes and go to sleep with you...

"hold on, who's sweater are you wearing? my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hanni

of course, the familiar sounds of what she self-assuredly called "hanni music" echoed through the living room. it was visible that today was her specified lazy day. the remnants of her favorite delivered food were scattered messily on the floor, with even the plastic containers adding to the mess. straw wrappers had flown chaotically, and you unknowingly stepped on one.

now, she's sat on the sofa with her ipad in hand. it seems like she's busy doodling and playfully experimenting with the drawing app she shared with you. funny to you how it was so obvious what she was doing based on her crazy hand movements and a big lopsided grin on her face.

you break into her childlike moment by turning off the speaker that's been playing her songs. responding quickly, she wears a mix of guilt and silliness on her face. putting down her ipad next to her, hanni gazes up at your figure with crossed arms, resembling a scolded child caught in the act.

"hehe~ i'm done now, see...?"

hanni opened her arms and offered a hug, together with a gummy smile to ease the mood around the both of you. you're going to forgive her, right? she swore she'd clean up her mess, she was just too lazy to do it right away.

hanni, with a tender gesture, unfolded her arms and extended them towards you, warmly inviting you for a comforting embrace. hoping you'd give in to her, hanni's lips curved into a gummy smile, an easygoing expression showing to clear off any tension lingering in the air between the two of you. the atmosphere seemed to soften as her arms remained open wide, offering comfort in the form of an affectionate hug.

the unspoken question floats around in the air: were you willing to forgive her right there, right now? her eyes, filled with sincerity, pleaded for your understanding. she assured you that she would settle the situation, promising to tidy up the outcome of her apparent laziness. her intention was clear, seeking reconciliation through the simple act of offering an apology wrapped in a warm, embracing hug.

"sorry babe, i'll clean that up later. so why don't you get into these arms and cuddle with me?"

in that moment, a wave of conflicting emotions swept over you. despite the remaining second thoughts about fully accepting her apology. the hug felt nice, it was a gesture that goes beyond words, and you found yourself succumbing to the pure comfort she offered.

hanni, with a smile gracing her face, was content. having you back at home, embraced by her arms. though unsaid, her emotions showed that she missed you like how much you missed her too.

and the both of you had that connection between you, understanding each other without any effort. reciprocating the embrace, perhaps; in this instance, you would let her win, recognizing that sometimes the embrace of understanding speaks louder than the words left silent.

"i feel so small in this sweater."

"is that why you acted like a kid?"

"you know i look cute when i do."

you didn't really care when she wore your clothes; you both practically shared them anyway. however, with a glance at your tired expression, hanni sensed your weariness. so, she leaned back, inviting you to rest your head on her chest. the longing for her company was so strong that you ended up falling asleep there. well as she promised, when you wake up tomorrow, you'll find everything around you magically cleaned.

"maybe you should wear it more then. wait- is that my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — daniellle

you can tell danielle's definitely home – dishes cleaned, table looking shiny, and neat. plants by the hallway appear refreshed, probably just had their daily hydration session. the living room, bathed in a cozy purple glow, the mist of the diffuser, leaving a trail of lavender goodness in the air. it's all relaxing as soon as you set foot inside. danielle's turned the dorm into a zen paradise, and you can't wait to spend your night with her.

she just knows you best, danielle had the movie you both agreed to watch. she obviously planned all this, as she was aware that you were coming home a little late and exhausted. your girlfriend always wants the best for you and is ready to do anything to help. you appreciate her for it, and like her, you'd do the same in a heartbeat. love works both ways.

you hurried to the room where she was, so eager to see your girlfriend. danielle was lying all cozy in a sweater and waiting for you, she had the remote resting in her hand, thumb hovering over the play button. noticing the familiar shadow, her eyes met yours. you were greeted with a soft smile and a flying pair of soft clothes she had prepared, hitting your face.

"think fast!"

she laughed while you rolled your eyes, picking up the clothes and changing into them inside the bathroom.

"i would if you didn't throw the clothes first."

you replied, finding a cozy haven on her chest, now she had her arms wrapped around you. inhaling the subtle fragrance that enveloped her, it felt like an immersive experience, almost ethereal. the scent, a delicate blend uniquely hers, it was her favorite, and wears it almost every day (which became your favorite on her as well), evoking a sense of comfort and security. it wasn't just a fragrance; it was an essence that described her sweet personality. all of those gave you a feeling that, at that moment, could genuinely be described as heavenly.

"how'd you do all these?"

"learned them from you."

"i see, welcome to my world."

a few minutes had passed and you were falling asleep in the position you were both in, the movie continued playing, danielle was keeping her focus on it while giving your head massages (that she knew would help you relax even more). you had your hands gripping gently on her clothes, feeling the familiar texture, you recognized it was the shared sweater of you two. you took note that it was her turn to wear it this week, danielle giggles when you rub your hands on her sides sleepily.

"i thought we shared this, i don't know if i should still consider this as my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — haerin

in the dormitory was all silent and inviting compared to the busy city outside, and there was food in the cat's bowl. the presence of haerin was a quiet yet reassuring sign that she was indeed home. haerin, an up-to-time cat feeder, maintained a schedule, making sure that the fluffy friend was never left waiting for its meal. not even a minute too soon or too late.

as you stepped inside, you swiftly hung your coat before joining rangheo. soft purrs filled the space as you engaged in a playful moment with him, and he enough reminded you of haerin when she's away.

having slipped into a set of fresh, clean clothes, you make your way to the living room where haerin awaits. greeting her with a warm hug, your head finding a comfortable resting place on her chest. in an instant, she releases her hold on the phone, reciprocating the hug with a lovely smile on her face.

"didn't know you like laufey."

"i may or may not have been going through your playlists."

the soft sounds of laufey's music fade into the background as the two of you share this moment. that when the soft, tired breaths escape you. without a word, she senses your exhaustion and knows well how to give you an embrace full of relaxation around you, offering serenity in the warmth of her arms.

"how was your day?"

"boring without you."

"i'm here now though."

"day went better."

you softened at her words, you're glad you can spend the night with her (and rangheo); then you felt soft paws climb on your back and up to your head, resting snugly on your nape. haerin can't help but let out a giggle at the cuteness overloading in front of her. she had one of her hands on your head giving small scratches, and one rubbing under rangheo's chin.

suddenly, a set of gentle paws made their way up your back, reaching up to perch on your head, settling cozily on your nape. haerin couldn't contain her delight, and a let out at the sheer cuteness overloading before her. she had one of her hands on your head, sending small, sweet scratches. the other one rubbing gently under rangheo's chin. the scene was surely going to be in her gallery of memories, the picture of shared joy and the adorable bond between you, haerin, and the furry friend atop your head.

how easily haerin made you sleepy, just from the gentle touches she gave, it was better than you daydreamed about.

"i love that on you."

you point to her top,

"which one? my sweater?"

claiming it's hers and she's wearing your clothes again.

"huh, really... my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hyein

the hallways looked like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane! there were paper bags from famous clothing stores, a pastel pink beanie doing its best to blend in with the chaos, a random brown fur coat hanging off a doorknob, and the missing pair of purple socks in the middle of the floor. no doubt about it – hyein had turned the place into her very own fashion runway.

sure, you'll do her a favor and clean her mess but has to be repaid by hugs and kisses. hyein may forget about her own mess, but she does things for you willingly and without asking. once you're done tidying around, you change into your cozy house clothes and have a fun time cuddling with your girlfriend.

as you entered, relief washed over you at the sight of the living room, neat and tidy, it's pleasing to the eyes. however, a sudden click of a camera shutter broke your moment of silence, drawing your attention to the source. there she was, sitting gracefully on the couch, looking all gorgeous, capturing multiple pictures in various poses.

you couldn't help but assume that this unplanned photoshoot was destined for her phone gallery. curiosity sparked, and you wondered you wonder if she did the same with the tons of clothes all folded neatly at the edge of the sofa.

"oh, you're home! sorry for the mess in the hallway, i'll clean-"

"don't bother, i already cleaned them for you."

setting aside her phone, she created a space for you to lie down beside her. without hesitation, you accepted the invitation, sighing in contentment as you lay your head on her chest.

"tired?"

"very much."

arms wrapped around you in an instant, showering soft kisses across your face, exactly what you were yearning for earlier. maybe cleaning up her mess wasn't such a chore after all if the reward was this. aside from that thought, you found yourself blessed with daily affection from her, and you cherished every single gesture.

"any more plans for today?"

asked her, you shook your head no, you were too tired to think or do something.

"great! i just have one more request, and i'm dying to tell you."

you were getting sleepy at that very moment, well oh well, maybe you can make an exception, you hummed for her to continue.

"since you're here, let's take photos together! i've been wanting to try this sweater for soooo long."

she raised the familiar fabric, and it was yours.

"that's mine."

"nuh uh, found it in my closet."

"whatever, so is it still my sweater? or yours?"

◖ 💌 ° ☏ — you've reached the end! hi's and hello's once again, i hope you had a fun time reading! i enjoyed working on this, i can finally voice out my thoughts about the girls 😭 totally went crazy on danielle's, i love newjeans so muchjksjdjjdy

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penny p... pussy eating 🙌🏻 (love your blog btw!!)

Context: after spending the night with a man named Robert Gray, reader wakes up from a nap with someone between her legs. but he's not who she expected to be.

TW: nsfw, mentioned tentacles??

Word count: (1.2k+)

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You don't see him until late at night. When you woke up, after crawling, the night before, into your undone bed, the blankets fern green, you didn't find him by your side, neither in the kitchen, nor in the living room, as if he had dematerialized. But it's just as you're waking up from a nap, which surprised you in the middle of a movie you've put on to pass the time, that you feel his presence between your legs.

You try to move, idly, eyelids half closed and numb with sleep, but your wrists are locked firmly, as if bound by an invisible rope, above your head, resting gently against the back of the sofa. When you finally manage to open your eyes, a head of red hair happily emerges between your legs, a sight that makes you crane your neck to take stock of the situation. The slight expectant smile that had made its way across your face abruptly disappears when, to your horror, it's not him. Not anymore, at least, better way to say it. Pennywise smiles, bunny teeth peeking out of his cherry red lips, head tilted slightly to the right in a mocking way.

"Aw, is my Y/n disappointed? She doesn't like the way I look anymore?" he questions, his hands slide on your knees to spread your legs and make more space between them. You frown, slightly concerned as the grip on your wrists is getting tighter with every passing second, reducing your chances of escape.

"Oh, but yesterday she looked so happy, sucking on ol' Robert Gray's cock like it was candy, huh?" One of his gloved hands reaches for your cheek, gently grasping it, while the other, fingers light and teasing, caresses your inner thigh. He must notice your confused look as you feel him huffing against your crotch in exasperation, shaking his head slightly with an expression of disgust on his powder white face.

"Silly, silly humans. Always stop at what they see, never go beyond that." One of his fingers flies dangerously close to the zipper of your pants, a gloved touch so faint it almost tickles you. You lean your head back on the couch, lips slightly parted, as you wait for him to speak again.

"The man you so desperately crave is gone. I am him and he is me." Deep down, you knew it very well already and when he takes off your pants with hatefully studied slowness, you stop thinking about it completely .The man from last night must be in there somewhere, anyway, right?

"I gave him one of my favorite forms, the most human of all, for you." You open your eyes again, jerking your head up to meet his golden gaze. He grins at you, but it's not a sweet smile, it's hungry. Craving.

"Mh!! You get it, yes?" he asks, the pad of his index finger traces an invisible line from the elastic of your underpants to your throbbing cunt, slowly poking it with unexpected curiosity. You inhale sharply through your nose and try to wriggle out, lazily, you hear him chuckling in amusement.

"Get what?" you hiss as he pushes your panties to one side, fully exposing you to his critical gaze.

"That you've always been mine, doll." he murmurs, too engrossed in what he has in front of his eyes to pay any attention to you. You moan as he runs the tip of his nose over the skin of your thigh, gingerly sniffing your scent, you notice how his eyes have turned blue again and the sight seems almost enough to make you dizzy.

"Yet, as I am to adapt to the form I take, he gave me a part of his humanity." he explains as his now ungloved middle finger presses against your opening, spreading and stretching your walls with little to no respect, eliciting a whimper from your throat, your hips jerking in a vain attempt to meet and follow his movements, which are excruciatingly slow.

"And his physical needs. And his innermost desires. Oh, you'd never guess what he wanted to do to you, what I want to do to you." His finger curves into you, bumping into a spot you didn't even know you had and making your eyes burn with evil tears you try, in vain, to hold back. He grabs your thighs and yanks you violently off the couch, then pushes his finger back inside you now that the position allows it better, your back arches when his index finger is carelessly inserted too. He starts pumping them slowly, then faster and faster, thumb tracing light, devious circles against and around your clit, until you can't mutter anything but his name, over and over and over. Pennywise leans towards your chest, his free hand, previously gripped around the flesh of your thigh, thick claws now exposed, rips through your shirt, allowing him to dip his cherry-colored nose into the skin between your breasts. Since your wrists are now free, your fingers fly into his hair, tugging at it to pull him closer to you. Pennywise, however, doesn't allow it and stops thrusting his fingers inside you, he blinks quickly as if he has just discovered something new. Something very interesting. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them and if you weren't totally about to pass out, just the sight of it would make you cum.

"Oh yes, now I understand why he liked you so much." he licks his lips, golden gleam back in his eyes, and, without giving you time to say anything, he grabs you by your legs again, this time making the backs of your knees rest on each of his shoulders, cunt dripping right in front of his mouth. And it's a very uncomfortable position, you're already shivering, but you don't care anymore when his tongue, rough as a cat's and disturbingly long, begins to push inside. Your fingers try in vain to find something to grip, but there's nothing, there's just you and him and your whimpers, and they get louder and more shameless with every inch his tongue manages to reach, which is a lot, it seems to be endless, it wiggles and flicks and savors. His claws dig lightly into the flesh of your thighs, which he's still squeezing as if he's afraid you might escape, fine streaks of blood drip from the lacerated skin. When you cum on his tongue, however, after making sure he's sucked, tasted and swallowed every drop, he moves it to your new wounds, lapping away the blood, the color of which blends in with that of his lips, which, for some strange reason, leave a few lazy kisses on your skin, as if to comfort you.

"You taste good." he notes to himself, clicking his tongue. It's horribly enrapturing to see him like this, completely fascinated by the sensations he's felt just now, his gaze darts between your legs, hoping to find some… leftovers. You start to get up, your knees shaking, but you don't even have time to try that he jumps on you, his hands, miraculously and magically gloved again, wrapping tightly around your exposed throat, a treacherous little smile on his lips.

"You know I want more, don't you?"

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN YIPPIEEE

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a shoulder to cry on | lee dokyeom

angst to fluff, wc:1.1k

Teamwork was never something that worked for you ever since high school. You always ended up being the one doing all the work because others were lazy and sugarcoating the situation saying you should do it since you were the smartest one amongst the group.

And unfortunately, this pattern followed you even at work years later. Indeed you and a few of your co-workers were supposed to work on a big advertisement project for you company and much to your dismay, your oh-so-dear colleagues left all the work to you, as usual.

And having to do all the work - because of course, you could not bring yourself to stand up against them - brought you so much stress that just living life was overwhelming in itself. After hours of working your ass off on this project, it was leading you nowhere, you could not get anything done like you wished you could. So you decided to take a quick shower and dress in warm comfy clothes before heading to what you now considered a safe place : your boyfriend’s studio.

The both of you were so busy and got up with work that you barely had the chance to see one another in the past couple of weeks, you knew he was working hard on his music, even if that meant staying up late at night in his studio to get that one beat done. So you knew that coming over to see him would probably mean having to see him work all night long but you didn’t care, you needed to see him and to be with him to feel a tiny bit better.

After a quick taxi ride, you found yourself in front of the building, you decided to send Dokyeom a quick text to alert him of your upcoming visite even though he had told you an infinite number of time that you could come by whenever you wanted to. He did not replied but saw your message; which means he was probably busy but still wanted you to know he acknowledged you.

You softly knocked on his studio door before entering the room, your new presence causing your boyfriend to turn his desk chair around to face you, smiling brightly and opening his arms as a silent call for a hug, to which you more than thankfully answered, crouching down a bit so you could rest your head on his shoulder, melting in his warm embrace.

“I missed you..” he mumbled in your hair, his hot breath tickling your ear as his words brought some comfort to your heart and soul.

“I missed you too” you said back, reluctantly pulling away from the hug only to place a chaste kiss on his lips, earning another smile between giggles from your sweet lover.

“I’ll be watching over you on the couch, okay ?” you said with a smile, wanting him to know you were here for him, cheering silently from afar.

“Come over there if you need anything, alright ?” Dokyeom replied, you nodded and made your way toward the small velvety couch at the back of his studio, ready to watch your significant other work his magic.

After a while, about an hour you guessed, you didn’t feel more relaxed like you thought you would, you felt like you were stuck in a bubble of anxiety that could explode at any moment and this moment came just because your ever so kind boyfriend turned to you to flash you a smile, attempting to check up on you but his smile quickly disappeared as you failed to hold your tears back from falling down your cheeks. The sight of his lover breaking down suddenly in front of him raised an alter in Dokyeom's brain and he quickly got up from his chair to join you on the couch and hold you tightly against him, placing your face against his chest so you could find comfort in his warmth and scent as well as hiding your crying face from him, not wanting to make things worse for any of you.

A few minutes that felt like hours, you finally looked up to Dokyeom, only to be met by a worried expression painted on his face even though his eyes had an endearing hint within them. You saw how wet his hoodie got from all your tears as you let go of the soft material you had been holding tightly in your fists. “I’m sorry I got your sweater all wet..” you said in between sobs, “I couldn’t care less about this baby. What I care the most about right now is you. Do you want to tell me what is wrong ?” his kind and caring nature has always been something that made you heart swell with happiness and love and in this moment, this is all you needed, you needed your lover’s support.

“It’s just work… We had that group work to do for the company, a big project that our boss is really looking forward to get back, and my co-workers well, they left it all to me and I feel like it’s my fault for not standing up against them but all of this is just bringing me so much that I can’t even do anything right anymore and everything is just -”

- Hey baby slow down” Dokyeom softly said, cutting you in the middle of your rant. “You know, I understand how it is, I know how you are but you should not kill yourself working hard like this. Take a break, send an email to your boss to tell him about the situation and you will take it from here again, okay ?”, you nodded silently, “Now let’s just relax and forget about everything else. It’s just you and I, alright ?” he said reassuringly.

“Yes, it’s just you and I.” you repeated, looking up to him as he leaned in to kiss you gently, taking your breath as well as your worries away.

This is how you ended up cuddling up with him on his desk chair, your chest pressed tightly against his, your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, feeling the softness of his skin against your, his delicate and home-like scent feeling your senses and he lovingly caressed your back while placing a few kisses on the top of your head with his upcoming songs playing in the background to keep you two in that little bubble you formed around you, shielding you from the outside world, you didn’t need anything else than this, your boyfriend and his music being the only things feeling like home and comfort.

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HEALING TOUCH | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: When you catch a sight of a wounded Kaz, it leads to somewhat sweet moment between you and your boss.

The night had gone sour for Kaz Brekker. He had been stupid, not expecting the new gang having gathered so many members already. He had fought them off successfully, of course, but not without receiving a nasty gash over his lip. 

And now he was making his way towards the Slat, wanting to disappear into his room without anyone noticing. Last thing he wanted right now was someone asking about the gash, asking if he was alright. He was in a bad mood anyway, so someone trying to fuss over him would only make him feel angrier. But of course luck wasn’t on his side, and he was met with you right when he walked in from the doors.

“Kaz? What happened to you?” you asked, eyes widening in concern as you took a few steps towards him, staring at the gash.

“It’s nothing,” Kaz replied curtly, trying to push you off and start walking past you.

“Nothing? Kaz, it looks painful, it needs disinfecting and stitches,” you insisted, but Kaz just took a glance at you, continuing to make his way towards the stairs.

“I said it’s nothing,” he repeated, his tone firm and final. “I can treat it myself.”

You sighed, clearly not letting it go. Saints, it was one of your features Kaz had a hate-love relationship with. Every time you showed you cared, he felt his feelings for you grow, and he absolutely hated that feeling.

“Kaz, please. Let me treat it. At least disinfecting it and putting some ointment over it. You want to keep your lips safe and intact, don’t you?” you pleaded, trying to catch his eyes.

Kaz paused and pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment but finally relenting. “Fine. But make it quick,” he grumbled, following you into your room.

You quickly got into work the moment you got him to sit on your armchair, pouring alcohol into a small glass bowl and dipping a small towel into it

“This will sting,” you mumbled, taking a better hold of the towel before you carefully dapped the lip. Kaz squeezed his eyes shut and took in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to silence corpses wailing in his head.

She’s alive, she’s alive, she’s alive.

“I heard one of the street vendors talking about the ship at the third harbor, it will arrive next week. It sounded pretty interesting,” you muttered, and Kaz opened his eyes, looking at you. He didn’t even register what you said at first, but you continued with your eyes still trained on the wound, “there’s supposed to be some valuables in that ship. Paintings and small statues made of gold at least. Probably jewelry too. Could be worth snatching.”

Kaz’s mind started to catch up with your words, and he managed to make himself reply, “Could be worth looking into. Did they mention anything about security?”

You nodded, dipping another towel in another glass bowl with something sticky and yellow. “Yeah. Stadwatch has increased their patrols for a few nights - stay still for me - and there’s some traps around the ship’s hold too. Might be tricky. That has to dry up for a moment, it may tickle but don’t try to scratch it.”

You sat back on your own chair, and you two stared at each other for a while. Only then Kaz realised you had already treated his lip and you smirked at his expression briefly, before your eyes softened.

“You know, Kaz, you don’t have to act so tough all the time. It’s okay to ask for help, let someone take care of you if you need it.”

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me,” Kaz said sharply.

“I know. But sometimes it’s nice to know someone cares,” you said with a soft smile, the one Kaz could never understand why you were looking at him like that.

“I don’t need anyone’s pity,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not pity. It’s caring. And I care about you,” you said, your hand reaching for him slightly. Kaz pulled away instinctively even though he knew you weren’t attempting to touch him, and you dropped your hand. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

You sat there for a while, his eyes meeting yours. You caught something going past his eyes, just a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. And Kaz’s head was going through a swirl of mixed thoughts.

I care about you too. If I could, I would hold your hand. I would let you close, I would tell you everything.

But instead of saying any of those things or anything that would even point that way, he stood up. “I should go,” he then said, as if nothing had happened.

You watched him leave, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. Sometimes you cursed yourself for falling for a man like him, always fearing he’d break your heart in the end. But still, each passing day, your feelings for him just grew, and you just wished he would let you in, or at least would show a clear sign whether he likes you or not.

So once again, you wondered what the future held for you and Kaz. Would it ever get sorted out? Would he ever open up to anyone, you or someone else? Or would he always remain a mystery, out of reach, closed off?

Only time would tell.

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Toji Fushiguro x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen smut)

⭕️ NSFW image link: Bouncing on Toji's cock like a bad stepsister.

Warning tag: nsfw, possessive! Toji Zenin, adopted sister! reader, soulmate au, soulmarks, capricious Toji, young-adult Toji, stalking, pinning, sexual content, sister and brother toxic dynamics, enemies to lovers, cock riding, pussy pounding, cock-drunk! reader, pet names, unprotected sex, praise, creampie, forced orgasm, love confessions, mention of Zenin clan, resented Toji obsessed with his adopted sister, smut.

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Ever since Toji Zenin accidentally discovered that soulmark on the back of your neck, he hasn't been able to stay his eyes away from you. 

You, the adopted trophy of his father, his step-sister, the annoying prodigy which replaced him.... him the unworthy, black sheep of the Zenin Clan.

You were supposed to be HIS.... so you were fucked, yet you refused to be.

Since he came to you and you rejected him, trying to avoid Toji became almost an impossible feat, during every meal his hand found a way to slide up your thigh or down your lower back, tickling every nerve into live even over the clothes, always hidden under the table or the selective angle of his broad body, warm and confident in its journey, never failing to leave a trail of goosebumps.

He already had made the same mistake twice, and both times you had forgiven him when came in without your permission when you were taking a shower. 

A bunch of your panties had already disappeared from your drawer, and you refused to give it any importance because you presumed you knew who had them. 

When training was even worse, as if it were a game to him. He dodged every attack without a problem and made a point of always pressing his bulge against your butt, his strong chest against your back, his sweaty face against your neck or bury his thigh between your legs, always hard enough to draw a frustrated moan from you….

Even so, given your lack of acknowledgment to his advances, he gave himself the task to be bolder, less subtle, more direct and that was when, that deep, masculine voice began to whisper atrocious things to you... rather, sinful.

"–Did I hit you too hard.... or do you just want to be on your knees in front of me?"

"Are you looking for this?" Your white cotton panties dangled from one of his fingers, swinging like an implicit challenge. Jumping on your toes you tried to snatch the item from him when Toji smashed it against his face and inhaled.

"Fuck!" your undeniable fragrance soaked into his nose awakening every single one of his senses, goosebumps covering every inch of his skin as a shiver ran up his spine, "... my mouth waters, sis. You smell so damn niceeeeeee~"

And the harassment just kept growing....

"...We just ran out of hot water, (Y/N).” Toji muttered, leaning his thick frame against the arc of the door, only one towel hiding his modesty while other swung over his broad shoulders. “Maybe you should stop ignoring me and should have accepted my doting offer to share~” he made a meaningful pause knowing your mind would do the rest and once your cheeks were about to burst from embarrassment, finished, “... after all that's what we are born for."

But no matter how far he went, it was just words and fierce touches, nothing you couldn't resist. Until....

"You are running out my patience, princess." Toji barked out loud, scorn present on his usually bored tone, taking off his sweat-filled shirt after the particularly intense workout. Unable to look away fast enough, you chewed on your lower lip at the glorious sight. The ghost of a knowing smile curling Toji’s scarred lips.

"If I'm so inadequate, then train with someone stronger, it's not my fault that-"

"That's not what I mean." The tall man interrupted; you ignored him like you had been doing for months but this time Toji wasn't having it. He was fed up. "When is this stubborn head of yours going to accept that the world wants you to be mine, huh?"

You heard the frustrated growled question before you felt his boiling skin pinning you against the nearest wall. A shirtless Toji caging you while his hands held your wrists, and his mouth kissed the euphoric pulse on your neck. 

“Toji, wait-”

"I’m desperate to get out of here," he confessed in a hiss, contradictorily nipping the tip of your nose with more tenderness than you thought he was capable of, Toji hated the Zenin compound, "but I refuse to leave you behind-... I don't want to." 

Toji admitted under his breath, smearing the monstrous bulge, thick and heavy, against your clothed pussy, the shape of his cock fitting like a puzzle piece between your thighs as if it belonged there, waiting to be welcomed inside you. He prodded and prodded and prodded, the tight ring of your cunt over the shorts, making you squirm louder each time.

“Baby, I can't stand dreaming you every freaking night and thinking you every fuckin’ second of the day...!" He grunted against your ear, the tip of his wet tongue playing with your earlobe. "You've been crueler to me than anyone here-"

"No! I would never-"

"You torture me with your mere existence, your scent commands me to jack one out or else I lose my mind for the rest of the day," he chewed your ear gently, sensually, "the sound of your voice-... Shit! how bad I want to hear you call me yours... " 

You were having a hard time breathing as he clung to you more and more, it was like being sandwiched between two solid places. "I'm going to say what I never thought I'd say," he confessed, "and I'm only going to say it to you, just this once in our entire lives..."

You waited with bated breath. Toji heaved and grinned against the shape of your jaw and spoke.

"I want someone to love me," you were sure your heart just skipped a beat, "and I want that person to be YOU."

This confession touched you deeply, because it hid a double meaning. You knew his pain and the burden he carried, yet it didn't scare you or made you uncomfortable .... and that revelation, woke you up.

You had already endured entire months of discomfort and harassment…. but on this new light, after this confession… every touch, graze and sporadic encounter earned a new meaning. A flirtier angle, a male trying to woo his partner. A soul trying to sew itself together. 

Fate had already chosen him for you–.... being adopted by the Zenin Clan, having the gift of having cursed energy, growing up with him as your own family... nothing had been left to chance... absolutely nothing. If the universe wanted you together, who were you to refuse?

Your lips anxiously parted and Toji waited, bleeding-heart beating in his palm, for the first time in years, vulnerable and raw. At full display just for you to finish destroying him or sewing him back together.

"–Will you be ge-gentle?" you couldn’t stop the quiver in your voice, and he had to bite down a needy growl.

Toji Zenin, smirked. One of those smirks that means trouble.

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Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

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later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

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"Possession vs Obsession" - Sub-Zero x reader x Scorpion- Chapter II

Summary: An arranged marriage between clans in the name of peace ironically disturbs the peace of the two brothers who find themselves in a new feud. This time between themselves. Betrayal and heartache had been destined for them since she entered their lives. Y/N of the Shadow-weaver clan, promised to Bi Han, future Grand Master of the Lin Kuei, stands in front of the difficult decision- to end the war between their clans or end the war within the Lin Kuei temple.

The morning rays of the sun tickled Y/N's skin as they shone through the cracks of the wooden window covers. The Shadow-weaver awoke from her slumber, annoyed from the light, turning in bed left to right, in an attempt to escape the sun. Alas, it was in vain. She opened her eyes and slowly observed her surroundings. Bi Han was nowhere in sight. Who knows how early he had left. For a moment she contemplated whether she preferred it this way. Seeing him once per day for less than an hour seemed agreeable, as she could forget he existed for the rest of the time, for the rest of her life. It's definitely better than his snarky remarks and reminders how much he didn't want to marry her.

A light knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. Thomas Vrbada, her smoke wielding friend from yesterday stood on the other side, beaming as if they hadn't woken up less than 10 minutes ago. "Good morning, Y/N!" He greeted. His smile was contagious. The girl smiled back, tired and greeted him back. "Father said we need to do our best to accommodate you and not leave you behind from everyone else. He said we all have to train equally, so that includes you, too. So today you can spar with me." Thomas explained. "But I can only fight with what I learned from my clan." Y/N was no stranger to waking up early to fight. Shadow-weaver training was in a way quite brutal if she had to be honest.

She remembered her first trials. Making her way through the pitch-black caverns. She felt claustrophobic from how tight the hallways were. Not knowing which way to go. Feeling her way through the darkness, all while attempting to defend herself from "attackers" from the clan. Of course, they weren't going to kill her, but until she learned her way around, she endured quite the battter. At the end of her training, her skills as an assassin grew, the shadows bent and made way for her, followed her every step and protected her from attackers. She moved in silence, striking and disappearing at the blink of an eye. Became a master of her art. Now... fighting out in the open wasn't a foreign concept for her, but she would be lying if she said she was comfortable with it. These people were warriors. Not assassins.

"We can exchange experiences. I'm sure we have a lot to learn from each other." The boy suggested. "Alright. It is a new dawn for us after all." Y/N chuckled "It's time to start learning from each other instead of arguing who is superior." They shared a laugh "You took the words out of my mouth." Thomas remarked "I'll meet you in the training grounds after 15 minutes."

The training grounds were full of novices and masters. Even if they were busy with their own training, Y/N couldn't help but feel nervous being around so many people who could watch her at any given moment. She attempted to ignore her feeling and brush it off as her imagination, while she was busy defending herself from her friend. Thomas had great abilities and swift movement. He could vanish into smoke in seconds, evading many of her attacks. Little did he know, she could also blend in with the shadows around her. Using his confusion, she snuck up behind his back silently and kicked the back of his knees, making him kneel. "And I win." She smirked.

There was that feeling of being watched again. This time more intensely... more demanding... Y/N felt her body heat up as she turned around and met eyes with Kuai Liang who analyzed her every move from the other side of the training ground. His eyes were full of admiration, inviting in ways his lips could never speak of. His soft expression, unfazed by the fact that she had caught onto his staring, feigning innocence as he held her own gaze for what felt like eternity. No morning chills could dwindle the fire he ignited within her. Obviously, he had completely forgotten to supervise the trainees he was responsible for in favor of watching the Shadow-weaver's fighting style. Y/N was almost ready to go to him...

"Assassin." Bi Han's chilling voice made her freeze in place and made her break the eye-contact. He stopped near her and Thomas, eyeing the both of them. "What are you doing?" She rolled her eyes before shifting her gaze to him "Training, Bi Han." She answered dryly. The future Grand Master clenched his jaw, ready to spew another protest like he always does, but not at her. He was eyeing Thomas who had stood up and was dusting himself off, fixing displaced armor pieces. Bi Han then looked at his betrothed. For the first time, she could distinguish an emotion of some kind... a different kind of anger. You should be training with me. Oh, he was almost ready to say it. But he did not. His pride would never allow it.

"What can I help you with, Bi Han?" Y/N tried her best to remain polite, growing tired of his silence. "You and me are being sent on a mission together. Father's orders. We don't have a choice." Bi Han explained. "When have we ever?" Her comment made him bite his lower lip, trying his best not to say anything that would hurt his pride. "Are you going to be this smart mouthed the entire time?" He asked, voicing it as a warning. "I didn't say anything." Y/N shrugged her shoulders innocently. Again, a heavy silence fell over them, in which the man was calculating his words carefully. He let it go. "You have 30 minutes to prepare before we leave." Bi Han ordered "I hope you realize you aren't exempt from missions and work here, princess." Sneering the last word, he turned around and started distancing himself from her and his brother. "I never said I wanted to be." Y/N stated, loud enough for him to hear and scoffing in mockery.

"Good luck." Thomas snickered under his breath.