#i think it came out kind of whiny?? (maybe?)

[zomgcaleb]

time of the month

-`♡´- synopsis — based on this drabble, extra blurb at the end.

-`♡´- tags — bunnyhybrid!xavier, bunny rut cycle, m!masturbation, xavier stealing your clothes, panty sniffing, pillow humping, mutual pining, scent kink, spitting (once), mating press, handjob, oral f!receiving, overstimulation (?), multiple orgasms m!receiving, xavier calls you master, cockwarming, biting, breeding kink, aftercare, whiny!xavier, kinda pathetic!xavier, sex with feelings, porn with plot, love bombs, marking, premature ejactulation, xavier passes out (he's fine), dom!xavier, tummy bulge, creampie, unprotected p in v sex (be safe please)

minors do not interact — 18+ only!!

wc — 6.2k

quick context — male bunnies typically lose consciousness temporarily after ejaculation

notes — not proofread!! i haven’t written a fic like this in quite a while, so i hope it’s somewhat coherent and you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it ^^

He could feel it. It wasn’t far away. The blood in his veins felt like fire. An invincible flame that nothing could quell… except…

You were none the wiser of this ordeal, hacking away at the vegetables you’re preparing for the soup you’re making for dinner.

Xavier bounced his leg to the rhythm of his thoughts. You’d surely be getting suspicious by now, about the stains on your pillows. His heart plummeted when you confronted him about it, the limp pillow case dangling from your fingers. To his fortune, his lucky stars, you begin to ramble about a supposed leak in the ceiling. ‘I knew our insulation was getting bad but not that bad’ you’d told him. The relief he felt came in strong intense waves and in blew a high he carried for days. You’d hadn’t caught him yet.

You’d hadn’t caught him so he can do it again.

But his streak soon ends when you came home from work early one day and a strange knock sounded at the door. It was a maintenance worker. A maintenance worker who took a look at your insulation systems and said they were perfectly fine.

A maintenance worker who just replanted the seed of doubt in Xavier’s garden of ecstasy. How was he supposed to spend his ruts without his only outlet? Now that he thinks hard about it, they’ve been lasting longer and longer. It seems his makeshift methods have grown stale.

Maybe he should pretend to run away. No, that’s stupid. Maybe he’ll come up with a distraction…But, what kind of rouse would last a whole week?

Xavier shakes his head to calm his racing heart and huffs dejectedly. He listens to calming sounds of your kitchen tools clanking softly and with a twitch of his ear his eyes shoot open.

Maybe… he can convince you it was your idea.

He’s seen the way you look at him when you think he can’t see you. He’s noticed the glimmer in your eye when you take care of him. He’s even noticed the way you touch him, or rather, that places you touch. If he thinks hard enough he can still remember the feeling of your fingertips on his neck as you checked his temperature after his last rut. You’d been so worried he’d shut himself away and his chest tightened painfully at your confession that night.

You’d thought you’d done something to upset him.

He can’t let things go how they are for much longer.He’s starting to make you doubt yourself.

It ultimately comes down to two outcomes. None being good. You either find out of his naughty endeavors eventually, or his long, grueling, unsatisfying ruts will give him away anyway.

His brows crease in distaste.

Before he can spiral anymore into his rabbit hole you call him sweetly from the dining room. Dinner was ready.

He was certain now. Or at least more certain than he was.

You both sat at the table to eat, like you normally would. However he couldn’t shake the feeling of a watchful eye…like usual. He tried not to make anything of it really. He was a bunny hybrid. His fluffy ears were hard to miss. But due to his earlier turmoil he paid closer attention this time. To what you were looking at.

He was wearing a rather old t shirt. It’s been out through the wringer a number of times, used for various activities like painting, cleaning. Whatever you wouldn’t want on a shirt you actually like.

He was doing laundry last week when he noticed the collar had been snagged. Not enough to really make him think to throw it away but it wasn’t too noticeable... Except since now that he wears it, it sags pitifully below his collarbones.

You definitely noticed.

He’d trailed your wandering eyes through his peripherals right to his neck. At first he wasn’t sure what to do with his finding. It wasn’t until he finally looked over at you that your eyes meet and he sees a glint of something.

Of want. Of desire. The same one he has when you bend down in front of him…or when you lick the batter off the spatula and moan in delight..or when he smells your perfume in the bathroom after you’ve left for work…

It was then, he knew exactly what to do.

The tests started small. A fleeting touch here, a lingering stare there, hugs that last for a little too long. But it wasn’t enough. Not to make you crack.

He needed to get you to act first. And quick. It wasn’t until his skin starts to burn deliciously when you touched him and his brain starts to fog with—indecent—thoughts of you that he gets his rude awakening.

His rut was coming, and fast. He needed to up the ante somehow.

He lays helplessly in his bed. His body suffering from a heat wave all too familiar. It was faint, few and far inbetween but its effects showed no mercy. His hands clutched a shirt you’d gotten together at a new park stand that sold lemonade. It was a grand opening souvenir you’d gotten from the tender and you’d been so happy with it. It was big on you, too big. You’d both shared a laugh at the time when you slipped it over your top and it draped down to your knees.

The graphic was stupid and hard to look at. He thinks if he thought hard enough he’d be able to come up with something better. Something less of an eyesore.

But right now…he couldn’t seem look away.

He’d waltzed into your room the next day with innocent intent, trying to find a pen to finish the grocery list, when he saw the crumbled yellow fabric of it tangled in the sheets of your bed. He held it up, chuckling as he reminisced. But before he could put it down he gets a whiff of you. Your perfume, your deodorant, the conditioner you use; it even smelt faintly of him. It was enough for him to take it.

And now, it was clutched tightly between his fingers, sniffing wildly at the ugly fabric as each wet schlick of his other hand filled the room. His breath hitched softly, his voice catching in his throat. The smell of you was faded and weaker than before as it’d been a while since it’s left his bed, but it still quelled the heat growing in his core nonetheless.

If he closed his eyes he could picture your hand instead of his, gripping his weeping cock tightly—possessively. He’d be so pliant, yielding to your every word yet you’d tease him anyway.

“Please….” Xavier wheezed. His voice was strained and rightfully so. His cock bobbed against his abs, demanding attention with his angry pink tip. Spurts of pre-cum glisten against the ambient lights of his room.

He wants to touch you. His hands need to grip and kneed at your hips—at your waist, to fondle what ever he can reach and burn the feeling into memory. He’s so tired of looking longingly from a distance. To not be able to have you whenever he wants.

Oh, how he’s wanted to kiss you sweetly before bed every night. Or hold you from behind to nuzzle into your neck, only to bite softly into the juncture of your shoulder. You’d gasp in surprise, so cute and helpless pressed against him like that.

“Hah…“ Xavier’s hips thrust into his hand. Faster. Tighter. His hands start to get sweaty and his hair sticks to his forehead. He was already so close, the rising heat of his orgasm was only getting stronger and his stomach drops.

With a long lingering sniff of your shirt he presses it to his tip as his cock twitches. A groan rumbles in his throat as hot white ropes erupt into the fabric, soaking it almost completely. He chants your name softly, mumbling to himself as he fucks himself through his high; his thrusts slow and he hums at the warm feeling of cum coating his fingers. The once vibrant yellow turns into a muddy mustard variant and he only stares down at it with a glaze over his eyes.

It’s ruined…looks like he’ll have to borrow another one.

Xavier sighs. His ears are flopped over his pillows and his tail flicks behind him.

What can he do to occupy your head like you do his? How can he get under your skin?

Under… your skin…

Well, if you liked his ogling his neck, you should like this, right?

He’d woken up the next morning and did his usual routine—with a slight tweak. Brushing his teeth, making his bed, changing out of his pajamas…Only this time instead of digging around in his drawer and throwing on the first feel of soft cotton up and over his head, he just…didn’t.

He was shirtless and shivered at the unfamiliar breeze of the cold AC against his chest before strolling out into the hallway.

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It was almost as if he’d developed an estranged allergy to wearing a shirt the next two days.

You’d wondered what the sudden interest in this behavior was considering Xavier wasn’t exactly the type to do such a thing so excessively. Not to mention bunnies were prone to temperature change and if anything it made you worry. It didn’t last long enough for you to ask about it but you kept it in mind.

You kept in mind the sleek curves of his collarbones…and the ripples of his back when he rolled his shoulders— the dip of his back to the twitch of his cute little cotton tail.

But mostly his unusual behavior, of course…

You’d thought that maybe it was just a fleeting habit, something that would show its head for a bit before going dormant.

Well it didn’t.

It was movie night. The one night out of the week that was designated for the both of you to relax, unwind, to make up lost time with each other. And relax you did—until you didn’t.

You’d hadn’t even managed to sink into the couch properly before Xavier walks over to you, casual as ever, dressed so non-casually.

The obvious bulge in his sweats was staring at you through the whole movie. You tried not to make eye contact but the act was almost impossible. You wanted to look. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. However, that didn’t stop your cheeks from heating, or quell your racing heart at the thought that…you could just.. grab it. What kind of owner would that make you though? Taking advantage of your sweet bunny? You worry your lip in between your teeth as you move to sit on your hands.

You didn’t want him to shut himself away. Again. You went a whole week without seeing him and it crushed you. You hated it. So you keep a comfortable distance in hopes that you won’t upset him.

This was only the beginning.

Eventually it got to the point where he’d walk around in nothing but a towel every night after his bath. His actions seemed more deliberate after a while.

He’d hold your hips to slide past you in the kitchen. he’d lean over you and peer at you from above with those beautiful blue eyes when you sat on the couch. He’d sit and watch an episode of your favorite show next to you, legs spread and skin still glistening with water.

It wasn’t until tonight that he’d seemed to have had enough.

“Why won’t you touch me?”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and you start to choke on your own spit. You shove your bookmark in the book you were reading and practically toss it onto the table by the couch.

You clear your throat with a curt grunt before facing him with teary eyes. “Xavier, what are you talking about?”

He stands there, looking down his nose at you with an unreadable expression. His eyebrows are scrunched and he can’t quite seem to meet your eyes, opting to stare at a spot on the floor. It was extremely mundane compared to you.

“It’s…I’m so..hot.” He whispers. His fingers twitch at his sides.

You soon wear a look of concern. Now that you’re looking at him his chest is heaving a little heavier than normal. His forehead shines faintly with a sheen of sweat and you tilt your head confused.

“What do you mean? What’s the matter?” When he doesn’t answer right away you shift to the edge of the couch and widen your knees, just enough for him to fit through. You sit up straight and pat your lap. “C’mere.”

Hesitantly, he sinks down to his knees before you, nestling in between yours with his hands in his lap. He sneaks a glance at you but quickly turns away.

You press the back of your hand just above his eyebrows. “You are hot…” you trail off. Before you think to stop yourself, you drag your hand along his neck and he flinches. You retract your hand as if it had been burned. “…and flustered.” You whisper. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately? Are you getting sick?”

Xavier sighs. “It seems…I am.” His velvety voice echoes throughout the living room and suddenly the air feels hard to breathe. His hands move from his lap to trail his fingertips up your calves. When he reaches your knees his fingers draw petite patterns along your knee caps. “But…there’s only one way to take care of me when I’m this way.”

Finally, he meets your eyes and you see it. He looks hazy, almost drunk off the tension that swells in the room. Your breath becomes shaky and you feel like you can’t move. Probably because, you can’t. Not anymore.

Xavier’s hands rest beside your hips and he rises, slowly, almost predatory. If the situation had been less intimate, you’d laugh at the irony. All you can do right now is stare at him in anticipation and you start to lean back instinctively as he gets closer. Your elbows catch you as collapse under him.

Your gaze flickers down to his shirtless torso but you look away shamefully. Xavier’s fingers quickly grip your jaw and turn you to face him. Your noses are almost touching and his eyes bore into yours with something desperate.

His warm minty breath hits your face when he speaks. “You seem to know all about how to deal with bunnies, right? Then…” he takes your wrist in his grip and spreads your palm over his chest, “you don’t need any hints?” He keeps his gaze level with yours and he starts to push your hand. Down, down, down. You feel the divot between his pecs and soon the ridges in his abs. It wasn’t long before you were dangerously close to the waistband of his abnormally low pajama pants. Ones that appeared to have a suggestive tent growing in them.

Before you can reach it you resist against him, your arm twitching to pull away. He stops but he doesn’t let go of your wrist.

“Xavier you..w-we can’t.” You try to contain the way your body warms at his ministrations yet, your voice is breathless as if it was punched out of you.

You startled slightly when his knees hit the floor, his body shakes and crumples into your lap. He talks before you can.

“Why?” His voice was deep, deeper than you’d ever heard it and firm, albeit shaky in his current unfamiliar condition. “Why—Why won’t you…” his breath is heavy against your thighs and his back heaves with every inhale.

Your eyes are wide in surprise. Your eyebrows crinkle when you suddenly remember something, something you’d buried inside your head a long time ago when you first looked into homing a hybrid like Xavier. It was a notice that warned new partners of… particular seasonal behaviors. It clicks in your head and your hand hovers over Xavier’s head reluctantly.

“Xavier, are you…in some sort of heat?”

His body jolts and you feel something hard brush against your legs. It’s as if the dam breaks and he keens loudly at the feeling. He tries to catch his breath to reply. “I—hah—I want you to make it go away. Please...” His big, glassy blue eyes look up at you and your body gets shocked with arousal. “…Master.” You gasp quietly and feel the heat flare in your core. You fidget slightly in his grasp. Is this really happening?

You reach out to him and cup his cheek, an innocent gesture, but the second he feels your touch it’s like he can’t live without it. He shoves his face into your palm and his lips part to moan. His hips start to pick up a languid rhythm as he humps against you.

“I tried so hard to get your attention. You didn’t reach out to me, not once. Didn’t even look at me.” Xavier shakes his head frantically. His thrusts get firmer and rock with intent before coming to a jarring halt. His head drops from your hand and the tips of his bangs tickle your thighs. “Do you…regret bringing me here?”

You grip his face and lift his head up to face you. You use your fingers to scrunch his lips into a small pout. You lean down and press them into yours, kissing him with a longing you’ve held for a while. You hoped he could feel it. He groans sweetly and you separate with a soft smack. “Xavier I could never regret you. I wanted to touch you I just.. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

He perks up at this, looking up questioningly at your confession. You shake your head dismissively and smile before pecking his forehead, letting go of his face to push coaxingly against his shoulder. “Switch with me. Let’s take care of you, bunny. Yeah?”

His breath hitches in his throat and he groans, eyes squeezing shut to nod aggressively. He quickly takes your spot and now it’s you who’s leaning over him, plopping down to sit on his thighs. You take a moment to truly breathe him in. Xavier was a gorgeous man. Even now with the new and unfamiliar shift in your dynamic, this was the first time you could truly admire him. No sneaking glances or peeking through cracks in the doors, or staring at him through photos you’ve taken together. And this time, he’s actually looking back at you, with the same feverish want.

You start with his ears. They’ve been bobbing on top of his head, standing proud as if begging for attention. You couldn’t help yourself when you reach up to touch them, gently grazing and caressing the fluffy outer shell, just the way he likes. He grunts and you feel his hips stutter. His hands quickly find purchase on your thighs and you feel his fingers dig into you firmly.

You glance down at the sizable bump that sits right below his waistband. It throbs angrily as if trying to escape its confines, trying to get to you. His eagerness is really turning you on.

Your eyes drag up, and up, past the faint veins under his belly button and the chiseled creases of his stomach. Right to his collarbones. You salivate at the thought of finally being able to take the soft, almost porcelain skin into your mouth and ruining it with pretty, red and purple splotches—like you’ve always imagined.

Your eyes settle on his face and dark, half lidded eyes look back at you. His long lashes flutter with anticipation and he tries hard to keep himself from squirming.

However, the second you dip down to take the skin between your lips, he blows caution to the wind. You sink your teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder and he whimpers. Right into your ear. The sound rings through your ears and clouds your brain, and you don’t register the way you start to bounce at first. It was the pitchy moans and cries that sounded soon after that snapped you out of your haze.

His hips start to buck, searching for something, anything, to tame the heat in his abdomen. He groans with frustration when he realizes you’re sitting too far back and grinding against the fabric of his pajamas is not enough. Your name flows from his mouth in a sickly sweet plead.

You hum into his neck and lick over the mark tenderly, giving it a firm suck before you grab his hips and press them down into the couch.

“Be still, baby. Let your Master claim you. You want that, right?” You purr, choosing another spot to nip the skin between your teeth. He nods, wrapping his arm around your waist while the other trails up your back to tangle his fingers in your hair. Every suck, every lick made him twitch but he endured it. You finally pull back and he looks dazed. His cheeks are red and flushed, and there’s red marks littering his lip where he’s sunk his teeth into it.

Before you can act he thrusts forward, smashing his lips into yours. His hands come to cup and hold your face as he leans back, taking you with him. Your hands are spread over his chest for stability as he devours you and swallows the noises you make. He tugs at the hem of your shirt and you pull away to rip it off, tossing it somewhere on the other end of the couch.

“So pretty…” he mumbles, softly palming the lacy fabric of your bra. He leans forward to kiss the peaks of your boobs before trailing sloppy open mouth kisses up your neck to your jaw. You sigh, dragging one of your hands down his torso, to hook into his pants. With a swift tug you pull them down and tuck them under his balls, his cock slouches from its own weight to rest on his stomach.

You curse at the sight of him. It was smooth like the rest of him. The head was a pretty pink, glistening in so much pre you start to wonder if he’d cum already at some point. You take him in your hand and immediately his head is thrown back. He arches towards you, a whimper on the tip of his tongue. Thanks to his leaky tip it easy for your hand to glide against his length. It soon leaks over the top of your fingers and you bite your lip at the feeling.

“Mmm. S…Stroke me faster, Angel. Please.” He whines breathlessly, his chest heaves violently with every breath and his thighs shake and tense. “Faster, faster, faster…” you follow his instruction, your grip tightening and all that fills the room is the naughty shlicks and moans coming from Xavier. “Yes. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

Finally, finally. He feels your soft skin touch him like this. It was euphoric. The tension in his core was about to snap and he had no time to prepare. This was so much better than what a pillow could give him, or a shirt. His eyes roll back under his eyelids and he can’t seem to shut up. Your hands slide and grope at his chest and he feels an overwhelming rush of adrenaline that he can’t ignore. With what strength he has he hoists himself up to nuzzle into your neck, huffing the sweet scent of you and pressing heated kisses to wherever he could reach. Between the pace you’re going and the weight of you on top of him he’s going to blow his load. Right now.

His body goes rigid and his hand flies up to grip your wrist. “Don’t stop. I—I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum—m’cumming.” His cock was hot to the touch and pulsed aggressively in your hand. White runny ropes of cum stream out and down his tip, running over your fingers to pool at his base. He continues to writhe and wiggle, thrusting into the comfort of your hand through his orgasm.

You loosen your grip when he starts to grunt, giving one last stroke before it flops between you. It was…still hard. As a rock.

Suddenly you feel as though you’re about to fall backwards. Your legs hug his waist and your arms are thrown around his neck. Xavier props you up in his arm and hold you close with the other. “Hold on to me.” He whispers.

You nod, placing a soft kiss just below his chin. He hums, rubbing your back soothingly with his thumb and placing soft pecks of his own against the span of your neck.

Soon your back hits the soft padding of your bed and you grab at Xavier to follow suit. You pull him into sweet kiss and you both hum in delight, Xavier shifts from where he lays comfortably on top of you, pinning you to the mattress.

“I really want to taste you, Angel. May I?” He sits up on his forearms and litters your face with kisses. Kissing your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your temples. You giggle and his heart sings at the noise.

“Yes, bunny.”

He sighs softly, pressing a final kiss to your lips before he sinks down. His lips kiss and lick down your navel to the start of your pajama shorts. He hooks his fingers into the elastic and pulls, tossing them to the side. All that’s left is your panties. They’re a beautiful light blue with lace trim with a cute little bow on top. He thanks his lucky stars for this moment. You looked like some kind of sexy present for him to unwrap. Only for him.

He groans at the wet patch right in the middle. Right where the entrance of your cute little cunt was. Just leaking, begging for him.

“It’s for you.” You call out. He looks up at you through his lashes and the view is burned into brain. You’re bashful now, having being spread open for him like this. Your face is flushed and the curves of your body align perfectly in this angle.

He curses to himself, opting to caress the skin of your inner thighs with his lips. He stops and glances at you again with those deep blue eyes. “I think…” another kiss, “it’s only fair to give you some of my marks as well.” He happily decorates your thighs with purple marks of his own, even forming one into the shape of a heart. You moan dreamily, trying to fight off the urge to close your legs around his head already.

He shoves his nose deeeep into your panties, inhaling deeply at the scent of your arousal. His ears twitch above him and you can even see his tail wag briefly.

“You smell so good. Mm.” He nuzzles into your cunt and his nose catches your clit. It was also mindnumbing how sensitive you were. You jolt with a gasp and your thighs threaten to close on him but he wraps his arms under your legs to keep them apart. His fingers make dents in the soft skin, the sight was erotic.

He places a few more kisses to your cunny before licking a fat stripe right down the middle. Your hips buck at the stimulation but it wasn’t quite enough. You pout down at him. “Don’t tease me, Xavier.”

He chuckles, so quiet it was almost to himself you think. “You got to have your fun. Now I’ll have mine.” He gives your clit a sloppy kiss and pulls your panties to the side. Your slick clings to crotch, seeming as if it didn’t want to let go but it finally pops off, connected by hypnotizing strings.

Xavier groans and wastes no more time. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, your back arches off the bed in ecstasy. Hot waves of heat shoot through your limbs and you keen at him, reach down to card your fingers through his hair and rub at his ears. He moans into your cunt and the vibrations make you shiver.

“You feel—hn—so good.” You cry out shakily. Your hands tighten their grip against his scalp and he grunts, the bed started to wobble as he bucks against the mattress. You feel a pop in your lip as you bite it, the faint taste of copper fills your mouth. His tongue moves up and down in a steady pace, catching and swirling around your hard bud. The tip of it teases the rim of your entrance before easing in, your legs resist and against his grip to close but to no avail.

“You’re so pretty. So pretty, Angel.” He slurs. “Think of you spread for me like this when I touch myself. Love how your body squirms, just from my mouth.”

He spits on cunt and uses it to glide across your clit in quick circles.

“I need you, I need you so bad.” Xavier kisses around your labia tenderly only to dive back in, swallowing whatever he’s able to take from you.

“Xavier, baby, please.” Your hips grind in tangent with his face and you feel your eyes cross. One of your hands moves from his silky strands to grip the sheets instead.

“Gonna cum for me, Master? Give it to me. Let me have it, let your bunny have it—please.” His thrusts start to stutter and he whimpers. His hand leaves your thigh to grab yours, untangling your fingers from the sheets to intertwine them with his own. “Cum for me so I can fill you up.”

Your core tightens and snaps all at once. With a wanton moan you arch into mouth, squeezing his hand to ground you. He squeezes back, eyes fluttering shut as he erupts into your pretty bedsheets.

The room is filled with heavy panting and soft groans. You sounded so good together.

You’re still basking in your afterglow when Xavier sits up, climbing over you with a new glint in his eye. You glance down to see his raging erection is still seeking satisfaction.

“Angel, I need to be inside of you. Please, sweetheart open.” He grabs at your legs that lay limp between his and his hands under your knees to throw them over his shoulders. His brows furrow at the burning sensation of his skin. The tip of his cock kisses the soft plush of your entrance and he looks at you, swooping down to take your lips as his hips push forward.

You’ve never felt so full than you do now, the walls of your wet cunt cling to his cock like a lifeline. You moan into each other at the stretch, his hands once again searching for yours, desperate to ground himself to you like and anchor at sea. His mind is lost in you and only you can find him.

His touches are firm but gentle. He works you open, taking in every jolt and twitch of your body. The feeling he was chasing was finally his, the warm suction of your pussy was slowly taming the fire that lit his bones. His voices catches in his throat.

He needed more. More more more more.

Xavier pulls away from your lips with a soft smack but he doesn’t stray far, he leans forward to touch his forehead to yours and your breaths combine.

“H-How do you feel, does it hurt?”

You shake your head firmly. “Good. Can feel you…” you grab his wrist and drag it over you, pressing his palm flat against your stomach. “Right here.”

“Shit.” Xavier feels the push and pull of his cock inside you, and his jaw drops at the revelation that every inch of him has been accepted by you. He’s touching parts of you that no one else will ever come close to and it makes him crazy.

“Go faster.” You whine, hooking your heels into his lower back. “I can take it, bunny, promise. Use me to feel better.” You coo at him.

“But I want this to be special.” His pace picks up and you see a line a drool start to spill over his lip. “Love you. I love you…loveyouloveyouloveyou—“

He attacks your neck, licking and sucking colorful spots in places he knows you can’t hide. He wants people to see. See that you’ve been ravished in a way they can only dream of. At the end of the day, you’ll come home to him and he wants everyone to know it.

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become damning, forcing you into the mattress only for your cunt to bounce back up at him, taking him deeper than before.

“Yes!” You squeal, pawing and scratching at his back. “I love you, Xavier! I love you...”

Your name falls from his mouth pitifully, a cry you respond to by peppering his face with small pecks. Your hands fall to cradle his face and your eyes snap shut as your walls clench around him.

“Say you’re mine. Tell me.” He pleads his hands knead your waist and you’re sure you might bruise tomorrow.

“I’m yours! Only yours. Forever and ever.”

His eyes open to gawk at your sweat covered bodies and he watches his cock disappear inside you. A rubber band is forming in the pit of his stomach and his breath hitches.

“Mine. My angel. Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you a big pretty litter. You’d want that, right? I’ll fill your cute cunt whenever you want. Keep you nice and happy and full. Full of me.”

Your mouth hangs open as loud moans escape your throat. His hand comes up to dig into your cheeks and pries your mouth open wider.

Tuah.

A wet blob coats your tongue and your teary eyes open to meet his. The look he gives you sends an intense warmth down your spine.

“Swallow.” Xavier releases you and you close your mouth, shuddering as it travels down your throat. “Good girl. So so good. I knew you’d be perfect for me.”

You whine, touching his chest, his shoulders, his arms, trailing your hands down his hard torso. He coos at the feeling of your fingertips gliding over his hot skin. He takes your hand and flattens it on the left side of his chest. His heart beats against your palm as if it wants to kiss it itself.

“D’you feel it? I’m yours. Master.” His thrusts start to lose rhythm and he pants heavy, using his free hand to rub frenzied circles on your clit. “Please, cum. I want to feel it.”

Your core pulses at his words as if they were the last thrush of water before the dam breaks. And break it does. You clutch him tightly, pulling him down to smash his chest against yours and the synchronizing of your heartbeats comforts you through your high.

Your cunt contracts and twitches violently, and with a long drawn out groan, Xavier shoves his cock as deep as it can go. His cum is hot like lava and you moan as it fills every crease, every crevice, every ridge and nook it can claim.

Finally his hips come to a still and he drops your legs to wrap around his waist, before the full brunt of his weight relaxes into you.

There was a comfortable silence, the sounds of your fatigued breaths filled your ears and you hum. Your fingers run through Xavier’s sweaty hair and you kiss the crown of his head. He nuzzles weakly into your neck.

“You okay, bunny?” You wince at rasp in your voice before peering down at him. His chest has slowed significantly and he’s… really heavy.

“Xavier.” You call out again, using your shoulder to jostle him. Your heart skips in concern when he doesn’t answer and with what strength you have left you rock back and forth enough to flip the both of you over. You quickly balance yourself on his lap, and clench slightly. He was still nestled warmly inside you.

Your hands take to his face, poking and prodding, trying anything to get a reaction. Eventually, his eyelids flicker and he opens his eyes albeit slowly. You sigh in relief and he turns to look at you. He props himself up his elbows, giving you a delicate Eskimo kiss.

He hums. “We’ll have to try this position next time.” His cock had softened a good while ago now, but he still grinds up into you, soft and teasing.

Your face flushes at his vulgarity. How can he say something like that in such a casual tone? You decide to ignore it. “Y-You had me so worried. What happened? Are you okay?” You whisper.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Angel. I’m okay. It’s common for bunnies like me.” His eyes squint cutely and he yawns. “M’sleepy.”

You smile and lean down to press a lazy kiss to his lips. “I’m sure you are, stud. Don’t fall asleep just yet, we gotta clean up.”

He groans reluctantly, but hops to his feet with you in tow. You yelp at the burst of energy and giggle as he blows small raspberries into your neck, carrying you into your—shared—master bathroom.

extra —

You wake up to soft chirps of your name and groggily open your eyes. The sky was still dark but the sun had just started to rise, casting the room into a light cool blue.

“Xavier? Whas’ wrong?” You whisper. Your eyes shoot open when you feel something hard poke into your ass.

He grunts as his hips jerk against you. “M’sorry m’sorry I..I’m really hot.”

This was going to be a long weekend.

-`♡´- tag list — @froleineeeee @hitorim106 @silverbrain

[hitomisuzuya]

Best friend or childhood friend scummy scara jacking it while talking to us on the phone..? He's trying to not make it obvious but he makes so much noise and stuff maybe whiny scara...? 👉👈

scaramouche x fem reader. smut. masturbation. sexual fantasy descriptions. scummy scara.

long ago, scaramouche decided he didn't just want to be friends with you anymore. he wants to be the one fucking his cock inside of you. ever since he hit puberty, he has only been interested in you. you have starred in every one of his fantasies, he is successfully able to picture what you would look like in his favorite pairs of panties at any given time (the sames ones he has jacked himself off into multiple, multiple times unbeknownst to you).

he has a whole journals dedicated to the various ways he would fuck you in great detail.

phone calls with you often serve him well. with one simple sentence like, "tell me about your day," he could listen to the fucking cute pitches in your voice, converting them to what your moans would sound like if you were split open and soaking on his cock. with his eyes closed, he would fist his cock thinking of fucking you. it was routine like breathing to him.

scaramouche swore his lip was going to start bleeding if he bit it any harder to swallow his noises. his cock throbs unbearably in his fist as he squeezes his eyes shut. you sound so fucking cute prattling on about some cat you saw today.

"i wish i could have taken him home with me, but i couldn't. you know my dad hates cats. i had a pretty quiet day. i missed you though," he sucks in a quiet breath hearing this soft little noise you made after you said you missed him. like you were shy about saying that, but it just came out.

"forced family function..stupid shit, you know how it goes," he barely manages out shakily. quiet is definitely what you wouldn't have been if you'd spent the day impaled on his cock instead, crying about how good it feels.

"scara? are you okay? you sound like you are panting," you ask with such sweet concern. it's so cute how naive you are. making you all the more corruptible to him.

whining softly, his hand squeezes around his throbbing cock. "you don't know how badly i want you," his thumb circles his leaking cockhead, his legs shaking as he pinches and massages precum around on it. in his fit of lust, the words just came out. "you don't know what i am thinking about right now," rutting into his hand, he increases his pace.

you sound caught off guard at first, a blush dusting your cheeks. still though, you are quiet for a moment before you said, "like what kinds of things are you thinking about?" curious arousal prickles through you. you've been thinking about scaramouche a lot lately.

scaramouche couldn't stop the infuriatingly whiny moan that keens from him. "th-thinking about your pussy drooling on my cock, fucking into you so deep that it.." he trails off in another whiny moan, praying he doesn't drop the phone fucking his cock into his fist, "..feels like i am rearranging your insides. playing with those pretty nipples while you bounce yourself stupid on my cock, sucking on my fingers, and begging me to cum inside."

lying back on your bed, you are embarrassed at how fast you start to get wet. your hand dips into your panties to play with your clit. your best friend whom you've crushing on for years is confessing his lewd fantasies to you.

"how pretty your pussy would look with my cock pumping in it while i fuck you into submission from behind..you'll know your place..fuck i am gonna cum," he moans, "let me come pick you up..please," he winces hearing another whine sound from him, "let me fuck you..i need to so..so..bad," he couldn't take it anymore.

"okay," you reply with little hesitation, your fingers slippery on your throbbing clit. you writhe a little massaging as you circle your thumb around it. "i won't make myself cum yet," you suddenly moan softly. your body felt gripped with the need to please him in that way.

cum spills into scaramouche's hand. "stay the night. stay the weekend," he whines, chasing what is guaranteed to be the first of many orgasms tonight. "i'll fucking make you cum," since his mother is gone for the weekend, he would spend plenty of time fucking you on her bed.

[storiesfromafan]

Catching Feelings - Mattheo x Reader

A/N: not sure how I feel about this one, but I decided to post it anyways haha.

Prompt: “What part of I want you, and only you, do you not understand?” “And what part of why would you? Don’t you not understand?”

It had started out a casual hook up. Snog in a deserted hallway. Some over the clothing petting in the dungeons. Sneaking around in the Astronomy Tower for some no pants fun. It was great for you and Mattheo. The thrills and fun without the attachments a relationship entailed.

Well it had been great. Until Mattheo started to act weird, both with his words and wanting more time with you. Even when no pants time seemed to take a while to get too. He would make small talk, while you were the one to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. And when he grasped your hands, halting what you were wanting to get too. That was it.

“Forget it" you sighed in frustration, grabbing your discarded cardigan before taking off back to the Slytherin common room.

He called out to stop you, tried to persuade you to stay. But it was no use, you were gone. And Mattheo sat there frustrated in more ways than one. For he physically wanted you, the evidence in his pants making it obvious. But he was also emotionally attached to you. Wanting to be around you, talk to you, hold you, kiss you. The guy was enthralled with you, bewitched mind and body. He wasn't quiet at soul, but part of him thought you were kindred spirits.

The following few days you avoided him. Keeping to yourself and always with a friend. And that was pissing Mattheo off. No to mention having this time to think clearly, Mattheo realised that what had been fun, looks to have turned into him liking you. And he now wasn't just mad with you, but also himself. For Mattheo Riddle doesn't catch feelings. He isn't meant to be a one girl kind of guy. Yet, he was willing to try it with you.

Getting a chance, though a sliver of one, you had just walked out of the female's lavatory. Grabbing your arm, Mattheo dragged you into a deserted hall, away from anyone or any noise. Once it sunk in to who had grabbed you, you yanked your arm from their hold.

“What the Hell Mattheo!?” You whispered yelled, glaring daggers at the male before you.

The male in questioned, did his best to look unfazed. Yet wondered if you had felt the sweat on his hands, or hear how his heart was racing. Could you see through his act? For he felt there were chips in the mask on his face.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked with as flat a voice he could.

You looked at him for a moment, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “Really? This is why you kidnapped me".

“I didn't kidnap you. I dragged you. You're free to leave anytime" he retorted with a soft glare.

“Fine" was all you said, moving to walk back the way you had come.

With two steps Mattheo moved to block you. Sputtering out a bunch of words that even he didn’t understand. But after he took a second to un-jumble his thoughts. Mattheo explained that he had only wanted to talk, and give him five minutes. You mulled it out before saying, alright I'll give you five minutes.

“Why have you been avoiding me (Y/N/N)? I waited in the Astronomy Tower the other night, but you didn't show up...” the last part came out a little whiny, which made Mattheo cringe.

Again you sighed. “I don't know...maybe I thought you'd want to talk" you replied dropping your bag on a bench, looking over the bust of some old witch.

“What's so wrong with talking...?” Mattheo asked quietly.

You shot him a are you serious look. “I thought this" – you gestured between you both – “was casual. In other words, no talking or attachment".

Mattheo straightened up, “well...ah, yeah?”

“Really?” You stared him down, not buying his words.

Mattheo sighed. He couldn't deny it further, could he?

“Look Mattheo, it's best we end it here. Cut our losses, yeah?” You finally said, voice void of emotion.

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You walked past him and patted him on the back. Sharing some last parting words with the Slytherin male. When you were done, and no response from Mattheo, you began to head back to the populated halls.

As if being struck by lightening, Mattheo shot around, eyes wide watching your retreating form. “I like you!” He blurted out.

You paused, about to round the corner. You stood there for a minute, which had Mattheo thinking you may not have heard him. Finally you slowly turned around, eyes drawn together in confusion. Slowly you moved back to him, yet kept some distance between you both.

“Come again?” You finally croaked out.

Mattheo fidgeted from foot too foot, gaze looking anywhere but at you. He felt like a child that was in trouble. “I said...I like you...”

Slowly you nodded. “That's what I thought you said", you paused for a moment to think over your next lot of words carefully. “Look, Mattheo...I'm not the girl for you. I am uncaring, mouthy and too smart for the good of anyone”.

“That's fine with me" he replied quickly, staring you in the eyes.

You sighed. “Why would you? You can do better then me".

And with that you turned and began to walk off once more. Again Mattheo called out to you, sputtering out for you to stop or wait, and other things. But this time you didn't let up. Which lead to Mattheo being hot on your heels. Thankfully no students were around, but you could hear them in the distance.

“What part of I want you, and only you, do you not understand?” Mattheo called, anger rising when his attempts to get you to talk to him failed.

Finally you stopped, turning around to glare at the male. “And what part of why would you? Don’t you not understand?” was your retort.

The sound that came out of Mattheo's mouth was a cross between a cry of frustration and anguish of pain. Gripping his hair, he noted how you were so frustrating. Why wouldn’t you want him? Was there someone else you wanted to be with? If so, who, so he could take care of them. Was he ugly? Both physically and personality wise? His mind was swimming with questions.

“Mattheo...” you said softly, grabbing his attention. “This, you and me wouldn't work. And you know that. We're too different. Let's just...let it be".

When you got no response from Mattheo, you took that as your cue to leave. And off you went. While Mattheo stood there. Crushed, but determined. Determined to win you over. He believe part of you had to feel the same, or partially at least. Maybe you were scared, he liked to tell himself. Yes, that's what he was going with. And he would get you. No matter what or the cost.

[letmerideitchris]

𐬺𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𐬺

Summary: Chris matt and nick get a new videographer, she is funny, smart and pretty, basically everything Chris could ever want in a girl. Chris finds it impossible to not fall for her…

Warnings: smut, blowjob, getting caught, cursing

Wc: 1014

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

“guys i dont want a new videographer, memo was the best and i dont think anyone could do what he did” chris says as he sits up from the couch

Nick rolls his eyes at chris’ comment. “chris you're gonna have to get over it because our new one is here in 15 minutes whether you like it or not.”

“maybe you will like him!” matt says trying to brighten the mood, but chris just scoffs and looks away

“matt what, you know its a girl right?” nick says looking at matt with a shocked expression

“really? Well thats good for a change of scenery i guess!” matt replies as he shrugs his shoulders

“this is dumb, i think i would rather stop filming content then get a new videographer”

“okay that is so dramatic get over yourself she’s here in probably 10 minutes now so put on a smile and dont be a bitch” nick snaps back

10 minutes later you arrive at their front door and hesitantly ring their door bell.

ding dong

“chris, how about you go and get the door because you're being such a whiny little baby” nick

“nick i swear to…okay ill do it.” chris sighs loudly as he walks downstairs towards their front door

Chris opens the door slowly to see the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen, the only thing hes thinking is all the things they can do together, but hes quickly taken out of his trance when y/n speaks up.

“hi im y/n! You must be… nick?” you say presumptuously

“h-hi yeah um nick.. I MEAN chris, yes, chris” “nice to meet you, y/n”

You chuckle “well lovley to meet you chris, would you like to take me upstairs to meet the other boys?”

“uhh YES of course i think they would love that” chris speaks up as he takes you upstairs to meet his brothers.

Chris is too stunned to speak properly, nick and matt meet you and they think you are great.

“sorry guys but it was kind of a long drive, would it be okay if i got some water please?”

“yeah no problem ill sort you out and give you a little tour of the place” matt replies walking in the direction of their fridge

“see chris, she doesnt seem bad at all, if anything she seems-”

“like my dream girl, yeah, i know, i dont know what to do” chris blurts out, feeling like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders from the confession.

“um so not what i was going to say but yeah okay! Your gonna have to hold all that in because i don't want you to fuck anything up and make it awkward” “oh god chris why are you sweating, you're gross go change” he says backing away from chris disgustedly

“i dont think that can happen nick but yeah ill get changed..” chris replies, aware of his sweaty clothes

Chris is opening his door with his top only half on

“shit! Oh hi sorry you gave me a shock.. How did you-” chris says as he slightly jumps back from his door frame

“matt said this was your room, i was just coming up to check it out, but that can wait for another time” y/n says apologetically “sorry I came up, that was dumb..”

“no it wasnt..” chris says reassuringly, slightly cutting her off

Your both standing there staring at eachother not knowing what to do, chris takes a slow step forward, you do the same, you continue looking at eachother until you hesitate.

“no, it was dumb, sorry, i will see you downstairs chris” y/n says quietly as she quickly walks away from chris

chris is left standing there wondering if he did anything wrong, guilt clouds his mind but he decides to make his way back upstairs all dressed.

“oh wow how nice of you to finally join us chris!” nick says whilst sarcastically clapping his hands

You are standing near the couch looking at him standing from the top of the stairs

“guys i need to go to the store to get some stomach medicine I'll be back” matt says grabbing his car keys

“matt are you kidding? Can your sore little stomach just wait?”

“no nick, it can't actually wait, that's why i am leaving now”

“god you are annoying, but i know you dont like driving alone so i will come…”

“arent you just a cutie!!” matt says jokingly and walks towards the door

“shut the fuck up or i am not coming, dont make it a big deal lets go”

Chris clears his throat “uhh so will me and y/n just like stay here” he speaks up

You both glance at eachother

“oh um yeah about that-” nick says quietly, only so matt can hear

“yes? What’s wrong with that? Whatever i am leaving now” matt

Nick stares at chris giving him a death stare as he leaves

The door shuts

Youre both sitting there awkwardly waiting for one of you to speak up

Chris breaks the silence “uh y/n… i am kinda sorry about before, i didnt mean to make things awkward”

“no, dont be sorry, i just didnt want your brothers to come up and see that.. But now they are gone.. So"

Chris swallows nervously as he looks at you with lust in his eyes

10 minutes later

All that can be heard from the living room is groaning and whimpering “mmph chris who knew in the first 30 minutes of knowing you i would be swallowing your dick” you say finally taking a breath

“youre good, a bit too good” chris says moaning “how many other guys have you done this to”

“well lets just say-”

Before you could answer you both here keys screwing into the front door, and faint talking from familiar voices

It opens

You are both staring at each other stuck on what to do as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs

“OKAY WHAT THE FUCK IT HAS BEEN 10 MINUTES CHRIS” nick says covering his eyes dramatically

divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

[remlionheart]

Hello beautiful

Can I put in a request where Megumi and reader both have a partner but are fully attracted to each other and Megumi of course plays it stoic, indifferent etc. but then something happens( I haven’t figured out what event exactly, maybe they get drunk at a party?I’ll leave it up to you 🤍) and they succumb to their needs( a little coercion from Megumi oops) and Megumi is just so pussy drunk, whiny, non sensical blabbing mess and reader baby traps him 🥴🥴

I just need Megumi so bad, he plagues my mind every second of the day… I need therapy and Jesus. Thank you if u decide to go with it, love everything you do 🤍🤍🤍

Hi pretty ♡ Sorry to say - no Jesus here, but maybe this can be therapy for both of us bc I’ve been thinking about this ask heavily since I got it. And what better time to start a depraved lil drabble than at midnight on the night of a full moon? 🌙✨

((as always, all characters are aged up to 21+, if u don’t enjoy that feel free to scroll along ♡ all trigger warnings are in the request itself, lemme know whatcha think, luv u ✩࿐࿔ ))

⋆˙⟡MDNI ⋆˙⟡

Megumi’s new girlfriend was sweet, kind, cute. Always by his side no matter what and tonight was no exception.

She was smiling at you with her hand wrapped delicately over his arm, asking you how you’d met your date… who was also, at your side and wrapped around your arm. He was cluelessly bantering back and forth with her while you and Megumi exchanged the same pointed look.

It was subtle, the way his blue eyes lingered on your boyfriend’s hand placement, watching him gently squeeze your hip as he laughed at a joke that two of you had missed entirely.

You'd only been been dating this most recent fling for a few weeks - it was hardly anything to be jealous of, but the fact Megumi had noticed at all gave a sick part of you satisfaction. It was an unspoken rivalry you had with him, one that you typically found yourself on the losing end of. He’d fuck someone, so you would too. He’d date someone, so you would too. He’d show up to this stupid fucking party with a date, so you would too.

It was the same pitiful dance that you'd been doing for the last year and a half, your feelings for him always right on the tip of your tongue but never at the right time.

Watching his girlfriend rest her head on his shoulder as the four of you continued on with your mindless banter was your own personal hell and yet, you said nothing. Instead, mirroring them, clinging onto your own date harder as you pretended to care about whatever work story was being tossed around.

The night carried on like this for the next hour or so as the once small house party started to evolve into something rowdier. The music getting louder and the living room getting more and more crowded as you knocked back three more drinks.

You were dizzy, trying not to lose your balance while you excused yourself from your group to go venture upstairs in search of a bathroom. Your boyfriend had offered to come with you, but you insisted that you were alright, shooing him away with a smile as you told him to go get another drink.

He seemed to be enjoying himself and you didn’t want that to end just because of your pathetic urge to chase after someone who clearly didn’t want you back.

Your footsteps came to a clumsy pause, a small, drunken laugh escaping you as you entered the bathroom and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your red dress was shorter than you remembered it being when you left, your hair just as perfectly disheveled as your thoughts. You steadied yourself before taking a seat, letting the music from downstairs provide you with a comfortable sense of privacy.

You had just washed your hands and were in the middle of throwing your hair into a bun when the door opened unexpectedly. Your ankle almost sprained from how quickly you’d whipped around, your heart stalling in your chest as Megumi looked back at you with the sound of the lock latching behind him.

“The hell are you doing, Fushiguro?”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his arms folding over his chest as he rested his back against the door. “Since when do you date coworkers?”

You almost laughed you were so stunned, your posture straightening a bit as you continued to keep your attention focused on your reflection and not on him. “Since when do you care who I date?”

“I don’t,” he shrugged, “just don’t want to hear you complain about it later when things don’t work out.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a stupid smile at how annoyingly apathetic he had to be at all times. “And you felt it was necessary to follow me into a bathroom to let me know that?” You countered, finally turning to face him.

It was the first time all night that you’d seen his stoic demeanor start to waver.

His eyes narrowed as he raised his brow at you, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “You’re drunk.” He quipped, taking a slow step towards you. “Just because your boyfriend’s careless enough to let you go running around by yourself doesn’t mean I am.”

Your throat was suddenly dry at how close he was to you, his tidal wave eyes flooding your senses as they dragged down to your lips.

“Your girlfriend’s downstairs.” You reminded him, desperately trying to ignore the heat that was gathering at your center.

“I know,” he breathed, his hand traveling up to the back of your neck as he held you in place. “But you’re right here.”

“Megumi…” Your voice nearly trembled, your insides catching fire at the feeling of his lips grazing yours. “We can’t…”

Your protest was hardly convincing though - not with the way your body was having its own private conversation with his. Practically begging to be touched as he wedged his knee between your thighs just to see how much temptation you could withstand.

He knew you wanted this. Knew that you thought about it just as much as he did, if not more. You’d always followed him around like a lost puppy. Always mirrored whatever he did like your intentions weren’t glaringly obvious. He’d been fighting to restrain himself for the last year and a half. Did everything he could to not succumb to the carnal urges that plagued him every time you showed up to his house in the shortest sundress he’d ever seen. He kept himself busy with other girls - lied to himself and pretended that it wasn’t you he was thinking about when he closed his eyes and thrusted into them. But you were everywhere, not just tonight and not just right now, but always. A constant thought in the back of his mind. A task he couldn’t ever mark as complete. A gnawing, agonizing, need that he couldn’t fight for one more fucking second.

“I’m so tired of it always being someone else,” he said against your lips, letting out a heady little exhale at how submissively you were staring back at him. “I want it to be you.”

The coiling tension in your lower abdomen felt like it was going to snap as the firmness of his knee pushed at just the right angle, giving your clit a much-needed brush of friction while his words swirled lazily through your mind.

He was right- you must’ve been drunk because there was no way he was prompting you to grind on him. No way that he was parting your lips with his tongue. No way that his grip was tangling into your hair as your hips began to rock rhythmically against him. No way that he was helping lift your bra over your head all while a mere staircase separated the two of you from your partners.

There was simply no way any of this was real.

His mouth was warm against your skin, kissing and nipping across your collarbone while his hand palmed at your chest. “S’fucking pretty,” he praised, his gaze pointed at the way your dress had nearly hiked all the way up your hips as you kept riding his leg.

“Show me what you do when you’re alone thinking about me,” he panted, “just like that, don't fucking stop.” His voice was sinful bliss trailing back up your neck, your dress now only covering your midsection as he pulled the straps of it down over your arms so that the top half met where the bottom half had ridden up.

You were dangerously - pathetically, close to cumming, not caring at all who heard you as your nails dug into his shoulder blade. Your needy little clit still pushing and pleading into his leg. “More,” you begged, “please - this isn’t - fair.”

“It’s not fair?” You hated the moan that slipped out at the sickeningly sweet way he mocked you. “Poor thing." His mouth was warm and torturous in the shell of your ear. "You know what I don't think is fair?"

The whimper you let out was all the answer he needed though.

His fingers wrapped delicately around your neck - an odd sense of security laced into them despite the way they were cutting off your oxygen. “I don’t think it’s fair that I have to want you this bad.” His other hand suddenly roaming along the curve of your hip. “I don’t think it’s fair that I have to pretend not to care when you do dumb shit like dangle new men in front of me.” His lips returned to yours, catching all the little whines that were escaping you. “And I really don’t think it’s fair how hard I’m about to fuck you while he’s downstairs waiting for you.”

It definitely wasn't the sentence that should've brought you to your breaking point, but it did. His grip tightened on you, fingertips digging perfectly into each side of your neck making your vision blur and your center ache. Your moans were every bit as broken as your thoughts, your eyes not leaving his while he nodded back at you.

"That's it." His grasp slowly began to release, loosening up with each whine you let out for him. "Cummin’ so easily for me.”

The room was still hazy, electricity dancing along your skin as he gently helped bring you to your feet before turning you around. You watched him from the reflection in the mirror, a dizzy smile cutting across your face while you watched him slip your dress all the way off and bend you over the counter.

"Fuck," he groaned, admiring the slick glistening off of you as he undid his belt. He ran two fingers between your folds, his mouth slightly dropping open at how sensitive you were to his touch - the cute little noises he could coax out of you by barely doing anything and the way your back arched so perfectly for him.

"Look at me," he breathed, placing a firm hand on your shoulder as he lined himself up with you.

His eyes trailed back up to yours, his tip carefully prodding at your entrance while he watched the desperate little expression that had taken over your features. "God damn," he hissed, his breath hitching in his throat at how faithfully your walls were swallowing him.

You were so wet, your brain and body both completely enamored with the sight and feeling of him sinking into you. The waiting game you'd been playing was well worth reward and you were enjoying every inch of your prize.

He was stretching you so tenderly, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Though he'd told you to look at him, he seemed to be the one having a hard time maintaining your stare. His pretty blue eyes were glazed over, his composure starting to leave him the longer he looked at you.

"Oh my god," he groaned, "why do you feel so fucking good?"

His rhythm became harsher, both his hands grabbing onto your hips as he used you to his liking. “You know how many times I've thought about doing this, huh?" You weren't sure where your moans ended and his began, the rest of the world slipping away as he continued to blissfully bully his way into you. "Look at you, so pouty and pretty. Taking me like such a good girl."

His words made you clench, your cunt nearly suffocating him as he kept letting out more incoherent praises. He was just as lost as you were, just as dazed-out and unaware of his surroundings. The only thing keeping him grounding was the sound of you whimpering his name and how it kept getting needier and louder.

He wanted people to hear. Wanted everyone in the entire house knew that he had you bent over with your tits pressed against the counter and your ass flushed firmly against him. Wanted them to know that it was his name you sang out when you came.

“Megumi -” you whined, “right there, ohmygod, right.. the - re.”

Your walls spasmed around him, little hearts and stars suddenly filling your vision as your eyes rolled back. “Please,” you begged, chasing the blinding white light of your release as far as it would go, “cum inside me, please - fuck, don’t stop.”

He knew he shouldn’t. Knew you weren’t on birth control. Knew you well enough to know how desperate you were to keep him around. He knew all the risks. Knew what a terrible fucking idea it was and yet,

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grunted, his movements just as needy and out of control as yours. “For me to fill you up,” he was losing himself to the thought, “to go back downstairs with me dripping down your leg? Yeah, I bet you fucking would.”

It was the worst idea. Every reasonable part of him screaming at for him to stop.

“Y - es! Please, please - ah~!”

But the sound of you begging made that reasonable part of him disappear entirely, replaced by an absolutely unhinged part of him that he didn’t even know existed until that very moment.

He wanted your belly to swell, wanted everyone to look at you and know that it was him who had bred you and that it was him who would do it again and again. He was going to make the whole world know you were his and it made him fucking feral.

He groaned, chest heaving as he gave you one last punishing thrust, burying himself as deep as he could as he twitched inside you. His breath hitching in his throat, his mind only filled with you and your body only filled with him.

A beautifully damning warmth coated your walls while you shot him the prettiest, haziest smile he’d ever seen. Both of you slowly returning back to reality.

He carefully pulled out of you, watching the mess the two of you had made spill out of you as he grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him.

His hands were warm against the sides of your neck, thumb placed firmly under your chin to tilt your head up towards his, “Next time you decide to shove another guy in my face,” he said, “you better make sure they’re not dumb enough to leave you alone with me.”

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[ladylunasblurbs]

smut ahead mdni

warnings: slight non-con, aphrodisiac, mentions of pregnancy, slight breeding kink

yandere hades and Persephone (boz) x fem reader

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imagine...

being pinned between Yandere Hades and Persephone, squirming and panting from the heat your body had felt. they sat there giving you teasing touches waiting for you to ask them for help. they had taken you months ago and you had pushed them away and refused to let them touch you at all, so with the help of a small aphrodisiac plant they planned to finally have their precious darling. now you lay between them as they tease you, Persephone running her hands along your hair and Hades placing kisses down your spine. "Come now my love, tell us what you want. we cannot help you if you don't tell us what's wrong" Persephone says with a seducing smile. "p-please.. it hurts" you whine, trying to squirm away to relieve yourself. "Oh? and where does it hurt my flower? here?" she asks running her hand over your chest, slowly moving lower. "or maybe here?" she smirks pinching one of your nipples, causing you to cry out. earning a chuckle from both of them. "Your cries are beautiful" Hades mumbles against your back. "Come on my darling let us hear more" Persephone smiles reaching down to play with your clit causing you to whine loudly, laying your head against her chest. "There we go love, it's ok we'll take care of you." she smiles before nodding to Hades who leaves open-mouthed kisses along your back as he slowly makes his way lower. Persephone continues to play with your nipples, teasing and pinching them making you squirm and whine. then you feel Hades move between your legs, kissing your thighs now. you try to close your legs but he holds them open gently rubbing them with his thumbs, slowly his kisses move closer to your pussy. you try to squirm away but are held in place by the two. "Don't try to run darling you said that you wanted our help" Persephone smiles kissing you. then you let out a high-pitched moan as Hades swiped his tongue over your clit, beginning to lick further. you squirm and whine in their arms, moaning quietly as hades slowly ate you out. persephone coos at you stroking your hair. "our whiny baby, is Hades making you feel good?" she smiles teasingly down at you, admiring your ruined expression with your half-lidded eyes and blush that covered your face. she reaches down and rests her hand on the back of Hade's head, pushing him further into your pussy, and he had no complaints about it. you squirm and moan, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. "are you about to cum my darling?" Persephone asks in her sweet tone. "m-mhm" you moan leaning on her more. she reaches down and rubs your clit for you smirking. "that's it, my love, be a good girl and cum for us" she encourages softly, as you cum both of them help you through it, Persephone rubbing your clit, and Hades licking your hole. after you came down from your orgasm you lay against Persephone tired, she stroked your hair as she played you on her chest. you still felt hot but it was better than before. you feel hades begin to stand from between your legs, you don't think much of it until you hear clothing hitting the ground. persephone continues her gentle touches with her same kind smile. "you didn't think we we were done yet did you my love? me and Hades still haven't finished yet." she smirks, and you look at her scared shaking your head. "p-please n-no, I can't take it," you say, scared by the sheer size of Hades. they both chuckle. "of course you can my darling, he will be gentle." she smiles, holding you still as Hades lines up to your entrance before slowly easing his cock inside you, groaning as he finally feels you around him. "how is she my love" Persephone asks. "absolutely divine" he groans. you whine at the stretch. slowly hades moves until he bottoms out, staying there to let you adjust, as he does Persephone moves up on the bed a bit, bringing your face to her pussy. "pleasure me my darling." she smirks pulling your hair a bit as you give a small lick to her clit, slowly beginning to give bigger licks.  

while Persephone shoves you between her legs hades slowly begins to move, slamming his cock in and out of your hole and picking up his pace slowly. he fucked into you fast, jolting your body up and down getting off of the sounds of your and his wife's moans. As he looked down and saw himself going in and out of you he couldn't help but picture what you would look like stuffed with his children, that thought alone nearly had him finishing. but he wanted to make you and Persephone finish first so he held off. "I'm close" he groans gripping your lower back tight. "me too" Persephone cries out gripping your hair tighter. she was the first to cum finishing on your face, keeping you between her legs until you licked her clean. then you came, crying out into Persephone's pussy from the intensity. hades came last, letting out a groan before finishing inside you. As Persephone pulled you back to her chest hades watched as his seed dripped from your hole, tempted to go again but he didn't know you were exhausted. he crawled up the bed pulling you into a kiss, tasting his wife's cum on your lips, before getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up. as he did Persephone cuddled you close whispering praise in your ear. "you did so well for us darling. You such a good girl." she whispers as Hades returns with a cloth and a cup of juice. persephone takes the cup of juice sending Hades a small smirk and holds it to your lips. "drink my love, you need to stay hydrated" she smiles tilting your head up to drink it. you sipped the juice not thinking anything of it, not noticing that the 12 pomegranate seeds filled the juice. after you finished it hades and Persephone smirked before cuddling you close between them. "You ours now" Hades smirks. "always for eternity" Persephone smiles. normally you would fight back or say you weren't, but now you were too tired to care.  

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[dreamauri]

Hello, can you write a sub for me? I'm thinking sub!Carlos x dom!reader x sub!Charles. So, Carlos is being his usual loud and whiny self, and Charles, who's in the next room, can't help but overhear everything. The next day, Charles runs into the reader and is totally flustered, stuttering and blushing all over the place. He's so nervous that he has to come up with an excuse to get away from the reader. Later, in the paddock, Charles runs into Carlos again, and the same thing happens. But this time, Carlos figures out what's going on and invites Charles to join them for a night. Let's just say that Charles is the one making noise that night...

♪ — 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 carlos sainz x girlfriend! reader x charles leclerc ( smut ) fic summary . . . Charles hears something he's not supposed to, and carlos finds out. it somehow leads charles to join in on the fun (1.7k words)

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CONTENT WARNING — ( +18 MDNI, pnv, threesome, anal, reverse cowgirl, handjob, dom reader, d/s, smut w slight plot, unprotected sex [VERY BAD, wrap it before you tap it], shy sub Charles, sei bratty sub carlos )

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The walls of the Italy hotel room weren’t just thin. They were practically gossiping.

Carlos had always been vocal — and when he was with you, that volume doubled. Maybe it was the way your fingers curved just right, or the way your voice dipped low when you told him to stay still — either way, the man had zero chill.

Charles? Charles was just trying to sleep in the next room. Keyword: trying. But between Carlos’s breathy whines and the occasional sharp moan of “Please—mi amor—don't stop—”, his brain short-circuited. Every. Damn. Time.

The next morning, Charles walked into the hospitality suite with eyes like a deer in headlights. And there you were. Coffee in hand, skin glowing like sin, wearing the very same smirk that haunted his dreams.

"Charles," you greeted, lazy and warm.

His jaw twitched. His neck turned red. He stammered something in French, dropped his pass, and then promptly fled like a scared virgin in a bad rom-com.

Carlos found him later near the pit wall, and Charles looked like he was dying. Pale one second, flushed the next, hands shaking while he tried to scroll through his phone for no reason.

Carlos blinked. “You okay, hermano?”

Charles didn’t meet his eyes. “I’m—I didn’t sleep well.”

Carlos grinned, all teeth and wicked charm. “Oh?” He leaned in, voice dropping. “Too loud?”

Charles made a noise that sounded like a dying animal.

Carlos just laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Then, soft as smoke, he said, “You can join us, you know.”

Charles choked on his own breath. “What—what?!”

Carlos leaned closer, lips near Charles's ear now. “I think you'd look pretty on your knees.”

You opened the door slow, letting the air of the suite wrap around your frame like silk, and the two men looked up like they were caught doing something sinful — which, really, they were about to be.

Carlos sat back on the couch like he owned the place, legs spread and arms draped lazily over the cushions. His smirk? Weaponized.

Charles, however, was tucked in the corner like he wished the furniture would swallow him whole. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, fingers gripping his knees like if he let go, he'd float away.

“Hey, cariño,” Carlos drawled, eyes drinking you in. “Look who showed up.”

“I see that,” you murmured, slow and sweet, walking in with the kind of presence that made oxygen feel heavier.

Charles avoided your gaze at all costs, blinking down at the carpet like it might save him. His voice came out small. “I—I didn’t know what to wear.”

Carlos snorted. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Be nice,” you said, fingers brushing under Charles’s chin, tilting his face up. “He’s trying.”

Charles visibly shivered.

“You’re doing perfect, baby.” Your voice was velvet and heat, and he whimpered, just a little.

Carlos raised a brow. “You like when they whimper, huh?”

Your eyes slid to him. “I like when you listen.”

And just like that, the grin faltered. His chest puffed a little, but his legs subtly shifted, thighs pressing together like he could hide what that tone did to him.

“C’mere, both of you,” you said, sitting back, arms stretched out along the edge of the bed. “Let’s see if you can share.”

Carlos was the first to move, of course. Eager little thing. He dropped to the floor in front of you, looking up through thick lashes, all charm and spark and fake confidence that melted the second your hand curled into his hair.

Charles followed slower, uncertain, like every step was an internal battle. But when he knelt beside Carlos and you brushed a thumb across his lips?

He sighed like he’d finally let go.

“Good boys,” you whispered.

Carlos twitched at that, just slightly. And Charles made a noise that was not holy.

The room felt charged — like something holy had been broken open.

Carlos’s lips were parted, breath shallow, trying so hard to play it cool while he knelt at your feet. But his cock strained against his jeans and his hands wouldn’t stop twitching, like he didn’t know what to do if he wasn’t grabbing something — you, your thigh, the edge of the couch, control.

Charles sat beside him like a man praying, eyes flickering from your face to your mouth to Carlos and then back again, chest rising with each breath like he was already on the edge.

You hooked a finger under Carlos’s chin first.

“Confidence looks good on you,” you said, slow and syrupy, “but it melts off you even better.”

He swallowed, throat bobbing.

Then you leaned forward, catching Charles by the jaw. “And you,” you purred, “you just want to be told what to do, don’t you?”

His moan was so soft, you almost missed it. Almost.

“I knew it,” you whispered. “Knew you’d be so fucking pretty like this. Blushing. Hard. Trying so hard to behave.”

Charles whimpered, leaning into your hand like he needed it just to stay upright.

“Take off your shirts,” you said, voice low, and they moved like they were wired to you.

Carlos was quick with it, always eager to impress. His skin was golden and warm, flexing under your gaze like he knew what it did to you.

Charles fumbled a bit, nervous, delicate. But the moment you kissed just below his ear in praise, he melted — spine curving like he wanted to fold into you, disappear between your hands.

Your fingers slid down Carlos’s chest, and he let out a breath that turned into a full-body shiver.

“You wanna be touched?” you asked, nails grazing down to his waistband.

He nodded, biting his lip. “Yes. Please. I’ve been good—”

You cut him off with a look.

“I decide when you’ve been good.”

That shut him up. Quick.

You turned to Charles. “And you, angel?”

He looked up at you like you hung the stars. “Please,” he breathed. “I want— I want your hands on me.”

“Oh,” you cooed, “you’re so polite.”

He flushed deeper, eyes fluttering shut when your hand palmed him through his jeans.

“Sensitive,” you hummed. “Perfect.”

Carlos whined, jealousy lacing his voice. “You’re not gonna leave me out, are you?”

You laughed — low, dangerous. “Baby, you’re the one who invited him.”

Then your voice turned sharp: “Lay back.”

They did. Immediately. Charles on one side of the bed, Carlos on the other, both of them aching, throbbing, waiting for you like good boys in heat.

You teased first. Slow strokes over denim. Fingers ghosting across bare thighs. Letting your breath hover over them, close enough to make them gasp, but never close enough to give relief.

“Please,” Charles begged, hips twitching. “I need you.”

Carlos arched, desperate. “Fuck—please, I’m so hard—”

“Shhh,” you whispered, climbing between them. “You’ll come when I say.”

You undid their jeans slowly. Dragged them down just enough. Took them in hand — one stroke, then two — until both of them were panting, twitching, begging, grinding up into your grip like they didn’t know what else to do with themselves.

Charles broke first. He always would. Voice cracking, thighs trembling, lips bitten raw from trying not to come too fast.

And Carlos? Carlos tried to hold out, but the second you said “good boy” in his ear, he shattered.

You didn’t stop.

Not until they were overstimmed, wrecked, whining for mercy.

Not until they were pleading, both of them, for the chance to make you fall apart.

And you? You let them.

But only after they begged prettily enough.

Carlos was spread beneath you, sunk into the mattress with his curls matted to his forehead, chest gleaming with sweat and need. His cock was buried inside you, deep, stretching you open inch by inch while his fingers wrung the sheets like they’d done something wrong.

His mouth hung open. Eyes hazy, drunk on the way you felt around him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice all rough and reverent. “You feel— you feel so good, cariño. So tight—so warm—shit—”

You just smirked, taking your time as you sank fully down, letting him feel all of you. Letting yourself enjoy the stretch, the way he twitched inside you like he was losing control already.

But your eyes? Your mouth?

They were on Charles.

The Monegasque was on his knees in front of you, hands trembling slightly on your thighs, watching the way you slid down Carlos like it was the most divine thing he’d ever seen. His lips were parted, breath quick, pupils blown with lust and wonder.

You leaned forward, close enough for him to taste your breath. “You want a kiss, baby?”

Charles nodded frantically, hands flying to your waist like he needed the contact.

So you kissed him.

You kissed him hard — teeth, tongue, the kind of messy, desperate kiss that left him gasping, trying to crawl into your mouth, your lungs, your soul. He whimpered against your lips, moaning so pretty, so broken, it made Carlos buck up beneath you, choked and feral.

“Shit—please,” Carlos groaned, hips twitching again.

You pulled back from Charles, just enough to speak. “Carlos,” you panted, “hands. On me. Now.”

He blinked up, dazed. “Wha—?”

“Hold me up, cariño,” you ordered, your voice sharp with pleasure. “I need to focus on Charles, and you keep making me lose it.”

And fuck, did he move. Hands gripped your hips instantly, strong and grounding, holding you steady as you rocked on him slow and filthy.

“Good boy,” you whispered, hips circling as you leaned back into Charles’s mouth.

Charles moaned at the praise, pressing his lips back to yours, needier this time — more frantic. You kissed him through it, one hand slipping down to stroke him, fingers curling around his cock, warm and heavy and leaking for you.

He gasped, nearly sobbing into your mouth.

“Oh my god—oh my—please,” he babbled, forehead pressed to yours as you pumped him slow, matching the rhythm of your hips on Carlos.

Carlos’s hands tightened on your thighs. “You’re gonna—fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

“No, you’re not,” you growled, breaking the kiss long enough to lock eyes with him. “You’re gonna hold me, be quiet, and take it like a good boy.”

He moaned loud, eyes rolling back as his hands gripped tighter, trying so hard to obey.

Meanwhile, Charles was falling apart in front of you — knees shaking, hips stuttering into your fist as you stroked him, kissed him, ruined him.Two beautiful boys:

One trembling under you, buried deep and obedient.

One kneeling in front of you, whimpering into your mouth like a prayer.

[816wdc]

😍 lando x fem!reader with the prompt

"Can you preheat the apartment? I'm on my way home. "

- "what are you, banana bread?"

Maybe she's cold like allllll the time, even in the summer (it's me, I'm her)

chilly ✹ ln4 x reader

hello anon ^_^ thank you for the request! i kinda flipped the dialogue because i thought it flowed better, but lmk what u think :) this is officially my first f1-related writing ive put out into the world, so comments are greatly appreciated!

word count: 475

notes: mostly casual dialogue, not proofread. about a phone call between reader and lando! no use of y/n. i also dont think its explicitly stated reader is fem, so take it how you will!

It was freezing.

Not really, of course. It was June, in London, in one of the worst heat waves ever recorded. But you’d spent all day in the office, which had its aircon on blast to accommodate for the heat. You can’t really blame whoever was in charge of that, really. It was over 30 degrees out and any sane person would be boiling.

And yet, here you were, trembling even as you signed off for the day and pulled out your cell phone. It was a ritual, at this point, to call Lando once you were off work. Going through the motions of pulling up his contact and hitting ‘call’ didn’t even require your attention anymore.

Lando’s voice crackled to life almost immediately when the call connected. “Hello, darling. I was wondering when you’d call.”

A soft smile bloomed on your face just at the sound of his voice as you stood from your desk and gathered your things. “Hi, Lando,” you reply. His infectious joyful energy seeped into you even through the phone, and a little laugh could be heard as you continued to speak. “It’s been so cold in the office today, but I’m on my way home now.”

A content hum came from the other line. “Finally. Feels like you’ve been gone forever.” An amused exhale escapes you at that. “You won’t be cold once you step outside, though. Boiling today, innit?”

You groan, the stickiness of the air clogging your lungs as soon as you step outside. “Yes, I’m outside now. I’m sure you’ve got the air on in my apartment. Can you just… grab me a blanket that I can wrap up in once I’m home?” 

The question embarrasses you almost immediately after it leaves your lips. Complaining about how hot it is, then asking your boyfriend to grab you a blanket seems silly. It kind of is. “The aircon is always freezing. I don’t care how hot it is outside,” you say, a whiny lilt as you talk over Lando’s squeaking laugh.

“Wow. Over 30 degrees out and of course you’re asking me for a blanket,” he starts, though he’s still laughing more than he is talking. “But yes, darling, I will preheat the couch for you with tea and blankets.”

A real laugh comes from you as you approach the entrance to the tube station. “Preheat? What am I, like, banana bread or something?”

Both of you were laughing now, Lando’s coming out broken as you waited underground for your train. “Banana bread sounds fantastic. You’ve made me hungry, now! Ugh, done me dirty. Jon won’t allow that,” he groans.

Another hum from you as the ticker board says your train is only a minute away. “Okay, okay. My train is here. I’ll be home in ten, my love. See you.”

“Right. See you soon, you loaf.”

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[jenscx]

[05] tumblr girls — house of memories

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

danielle’s dakgangjeong was delicious. you don’t regret proposing to her on the spot. if embarrassing yourself meant that you could eat her food on a daily basis, it was well worth it. the mere thought of her food made you salivate. you slap your cheeks lightly, willing yourself to focus on the lesson. the sound emitted from your slap catches the attention of haerin, who stares at you.

her stare reads, ‘i know what you’re thinking about.’ you arch an eyebrow at her. haerin definitely knows about danielle liking you, danielle’s tumblr post mentioned it. you wonder what danielle has said to haerin.

has she talked about your smile? your hair? your looks? or maybe your personality? well, you weren’t sure what danielle could say about that. even basing it off a couple interactions, you probably came off as weird and awkward.

the seeds of doubt seemed to have grown recently. how could danielle like someone like you? maybe she’s crazy. no, you take that back. she’s perfect. almost too perfect. oh, maybe that was what was wrong with her. no one could be that amazing and gorgeous and perfect. only danielle marsh. only mo jihye.

“are you insane?” you hear haerin ask quietly when you slam your head against the desk. a red, quickly forming, mark appears on your forehead, a reminder of the pain. you wince, both at her harsh tone and the lingering seethe.

massaging the sore spot, you turn behind, facing haerin who’s staring at you with a bored expression.

“do you know what flowers danielle likes?”

the header of her blog was a bouquet of tulips, but you could never be too sure. what if she likes dandelions or sunflowers? she was basically the sun reincarnated. to be honest, if she was the sun, you’d understand why sunflowers all face the sun. who wouldn’t want to look at danielle all day?

“gardenias,” she replies, her face morphing into one of curiosity, “why are you asking?”

well, if danielle didn’t mind you telling her best friend…

“i asked her to go visit this dog cafe with me tomorrow,” you explain, “i mean, like, kind of a date, i guess? just thought it would be nice to get some flowers for her.”

haerin lights up, a smirk plastered on her face, “does she know it’s a date?”

“uh, no?” her smile drops immediately.

“what.”

you instantly cower, fearing the intense, narrowing gaze that haerin adorned.

“we’re just hanging out. i didn’t really say that it was a date,” your voice comes out strained and quiet. haerin sighs loudly, her disappointment evident. guilt seeps into your every vein, did danielle tell her it was a date? you didn’t know what to say, only staring back at the orbs of exasperation.

a hand slams onto the whiteboard, a look of anger portraying your teacher’s face. you instantly jolt back to look at the front.

“anything to share with the class?” he prods.

haerin speaks out, noting your frozen state, “no sir.” she sends you a glare.

you deflate in your chair, mind only focusing on the blurry image of brown, wavy curls and a blinding smile.

the day had gone by in a blur. with your constant dozing off, you barely noticed the school bell ringing, signifying the end of the day. minji and hanni stand before your desk, a look of concern evident on their faces.

“is she alive?” minji asks, waving a hand in front of your face. you finally regain some of your senses, swatting her waving hand away. hanni rolls her eyes and shoves your belongings into your bag.

“girl hurry up,” she whines, “i wanna go get ice cream.” you groan, heeding to hanni’s words as you hurry out of the classroom with your friends.

maybe you could worry about your fatigue later, you had two whiny best friends to take care of first.

in the midst of licking your vanilla ice cream, (hanni had called you basic but you think she’s just jealous minji ate some of yours instead of hers), your phone beeps. and it beeps continuously until minji huffs, “turn that thing off.”

you roll your eyes and do as told, turning your phone to silent mode while minji fans herself and dabs away the droplets of sweat falling down her neck.

“do y’all remember when sungchan from the other block punched some jock in the face?” hanni suddenly brings up.

“oh yeah!” minji’s eyes widen, the heat long forgotten as you reminisce about the past years.

“what was it again? that guy was making fun of shotaro or something?” you ask.

hanni nods fervently, “yeah. i think sungchan got away with it too since someone had caught the jock pushing taro around.”

“wonder what it’s like to have someone defend my honour like sungchan did,” minji laughs, her uniform drenched with sweat. you watch hanni’s eyes follow her hands, pulling her damp hair into a makeshift ponytail. scoffing at the girl, you continue eating your ice cream.

maybe it would be nice to have someone defend your honour.

your teeth reach the cone.

“where are you bringing danielle tomorrow?”

“dog cafe,” you answer, “i might tell her soon.”

it’s the underlying fact that danielle has unintentionally exposed herself (or you had snooped around) on her tumblr blog that makes you so at ease. the mere statement that she likes her project partner could only be linked back to you. unless she had another project partner…

“oh serious?” minji asks.

you nod.

“congrats bro!”

it’s a little awkward with the way minji’s patting your back like you’re a kid. hanni just stares incredulously at how she’s treating you. sometimes it feels like they’re your parents, even though they fight and bicker incessantly.

“i can’t believe you managed to hide the fact that you liked her for so long from us though,” hanni sighs, “I literally told you about my crush and you didn’t tell me about yours. i’m feeling a little betrayed.”

while hanni’s moaning about your so called betrayal, you notice how minji stiffens up at the mention of hanni having a crush. her eyes slowly shift to the girl.

“you like someone?”

wow. you didn’t realise how easy it was for them to turn into a bunch of awkward losers.

hanni rolls her eyes.

“shut up, anyway, since when did you even like danielle? i mean, you didn’t even know her korean name.”

“the minor details don’t matter!”

“so when did you start liking her? you never told us,” minji asks curiously.

you remember the first time your eyes landed on the girl. sixteen and naive, dreaming of things that were beyond your control. the kid from the other block, you were called. it was strange, adapting to an environment where everyone else knew each other but you. yet, it was good. you met hanni and minji and eventually bumped into danielle in the hallway. you don’t think she remembers, but you do. the strangest thing was, that the moment you locked your sight onto her, everything else fell into place magically.

your extracurriculars, classes, friend groups, everything suddenly made sense and became easygoing. something about danielle made your life brighter, even though you barely knew the girl. it was like the universe knew that she had arrived. and maybe in another life, if everyone were sunflowers, you’d face danielle instead of the sun.

despite knowing close to nothing about the cheerleader, she made life happier. your day would be made even with a glance from her. you would giggle and smile at the memory even though it may be fleeting. and knowing that she shares the same sentiments? well, it just propelled you out of earth. you felt like you were constantly on cloud nine.

“when i moved over from the other block,” your teeth sank into the cone.

minji guffaws.

“dude! you’ve liked her for so long?”

“i guess so,” you’ve never truly realised how fast time passed. maybe liking danielle was such a constant in your life that you didn’t even notice how slowly you grew up.

frowning at the thought, you sigh, “she’s just really easy to like.”

hanni nods, “i get it.”

she doesn’t notice how swiftly minji turns her head.

“she’s just… perfect.”

there’s no other word to describe danielle marsh. she’s just amazingly perfect. it’s a little unnerving. how could someone be so perfect? it was unreal. you feel like you’ve mentioned this before.

“alright romeo,” hanni giggles, “calm down.”

you stare at her blankly before chuckling at your own feelings.

while minji and hanni finish up their ice cream, you check your phone. instantly, a wave of shock and exhilaration runs through your body. your phone lights up with a series of unread messages from danielle.

danielle [4.29pm]:

hii y/n!!

do u think this looks nice?

[image attached]

was thinking of wearing this tmrw

what do u think? :))

no wonder your phone was ringing just now! you sigh softly at your own stupidity. danielle must have been waiting for your reply. what if she was waiting for a long time? your heart constricts at the thought of danielle pouting, eagerly but patiently waiting. your hands fly to respond.

jeon y/n [5.16pm]:

you look gorgeous

please wear that ㅜㅜ

omg

sorry for replying late…

i was with minji and hanni

maybe she would be able to feel your sincerity through your messages.

danielle [5.17pm]:

hello!!

aw really? :D

thanks y/n!!

ure too sweet <3

that heart again. ugh. you could feel your own heart clenching at her cuteness.

meanwhile, your friends eye you with disgust.

whatever. not like they understand.

your hair sways in the wind, matching the flutters of your heart. in your hair, a crushed bouquet of gardenias rests. the crinkles in the wrapping weren’t your fault! you were just too nervous waiting for danielle. despite your protests, danielle had forced you to not pick her up, and insisted you to just meet her at a nearby cafe instead.

“y/n!”

oh my goodness.

“hi dani,” you greet shyly.

if liking girls, or more specifically danielle, was a sin, you’d gladly go to hell and while there, you would brag about how you’ve captured a glance of heaven.

“for me?”

you were definitely in love. the curl of her lips only caused your heart rate to increase.

handing the bouquet to her, and stealthily wiping your sweaty palms against your jeans, you try to muster a similar smile.

danielle grins widely as she accepts the bouquet before placing it into her ginormous bag that reminds you of doraemon’s pocket.

“how’d you know i like gardenias?”

“i…” you feel like lying, but maybe hiding the fact that you know of danielle’s crush caused enough guilt, “i asked haerin.”

shock appears evidently on danielle’s face.

“you talk to haerin?”

scratching the back of your neck, you shrug, “sometimes? she’s in some of my classes.”

danielle pouts.

the urge to take a photo of her is too strong, but you manage to resist it with sheer willpower and determination.

(you’re lying. you almost fainted.)

“ugh, she better not have told you any embarrassing stories about me!”

you reassure danielle with an awkward pat, “nope, we don’t talk very often. and she doesn’t really bring up anything you’ve said to her, danielle.”

the girl suddenly halts and stiffens up. you raise an eyebrow at her sudden frozen state. maybe you’ve offended her— should you apologise?

“can you call me jihye? it’s not that danielle isn’t okay— you can still call me dani! but y’know, jihye just sounds more…”

intimate is the word.

you send a comforting smile to her, “okay jihye.”

it must sound nice coming from you, if the way danie—no, jihye, blinks and then beams is any indication. it feels good saying her name too. it’s a little hilarious that a few weeks back, you didn’t even know her korean name.

“uh— okay! let’s go!” jihye shrieks. you like the fact that you’re aware of the effect you have on her now. it doesn’t feel like mere delusion anymore.

as you sit down in the cafe, jihye doesn’t say much. after ordering, you decide to take the initiative in starting a conversation. maybe you should start with something common; like your project!

“when are you free to finish our project?” you ask.

jihye turns to you, frowning, “have you asked minji and hanni for their help yet?”

you unintentionally wince at the mention of your friends.

“i don’t think they’ll be willing to do it,” you mutter, just thinking about hanni’s feelings and minji’s obliviousness.

“oh, then that’s okay! we can just do it ourselves, right?”

it’s pretty obvious what her intention is. but for the sake of humouring her (and because you fold everytime she speaks), you nod.

“maybe we can do it?”

the hint of hopefulness in her voice makes you want to nod your head repeatedly until it falls off.

god, maybe you are a little obsessed with her, if your palpitating heart was any indication.

“sure!” your voice comes out a little high-pitched and whinier than expected.

jihye only laughs it off. your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, but if jihye’s laughter was the result of your stupidity, you would gladly do it again to hear her.

“let’s just enjoy today first, we can always do it sometime later,” she says. you agree wholeheartedly (not because you’re whipped!) but today was your so-called date with her.

you smile back at her, with all the sincerity and adoration in the world. whilst jihye drinks her caramel macchiato with an ungodly amount of sugar, you take the opportunity to admire her features. her skin, basking in the sunlight, glimmering like edward cullen from twilight. you internally cringe at your own thoughts.

“is it good?” you ask after she lets out a satisfied sigh.

“mhm! want some?” her hand offers you her drink, the tip of the straw poking out stained with her lipstick. you gulp, thinking about how it would technically be an indirect kiss.

nodding, you take a sip.

“that’s really sweet,” you comment. jihye only laughs.

“i guess i just like sweet things,” she winks playfully and wiggles her eyebrows. it’s so ridiculous that it makes you erupt into laughter. the innuendo doesn’t go over your head either, it just makes you feel hazy, as if everything was a dream.

you quickly finish up your own pastry and offer jihye bites in between conversations. you learn that haerin was her first friend when she transferred from australia to korea, and that she tried out for the cheerleading team because the school mascot was cute. it’s an endearing reason that you can’t fault her with.

“let’s go now?” jihye asks. nodding, you quickly pay for your drinks and food, despite jihye’s protests. once outside, your hand itches to pull hers into a grasp. your fingers flex and adjust uncomfortably as you resist the urge to interlock your fingers. jihye only exclaims gleefully as you approach the dog cafe. a quaint little storefront with a cute wooden sign displaying a paw print.

your hand flies out to open the door for her chivalrously and jihye mumbles a bashful ‘thank you’. the moment you stepped foot inside, a chorus of barks resounded, only heightening jihye’s excitement. you watch as her eyes dart around the room, eagerly searching for the cute puppies. you’re whisked away by the staff, who’s wearing an adorable apron with a dog printed at the front.

“aww! y/n,” jihye tugs at your arm, pointing at the apron, “the uniform’s so cute! i would love to work here!”

your brain immediately imagines jihye, all sunshine and rainbows with the apron adorned on her body. yeah, you would visit the dog cafe every day if she worked here.

“we can come work here during our break,” you suggest.

“oh my gosh— yes!” she squeals. you’re dragged past the gate separating the dogs, and instantly, a tiny pomeranian jumps onto you. jihye just stares in awe at the various tiny dogs running around. and as the staff introduces the puppies, you cuddle up to the cream pomeranian called cookie.

“y/n…!” jihye shrieks, her eyes gleaming with adoration and you kind of notice the tears about to fall, “they’re all so adorable!”

cookie crawls into your lap and paws at your hands for you to rub his stomach. you do so as a maltese waddles up to jihye, its curious eyes staring at her.

jihye immediately falls to her knees and welcomes the maltese with open arms.

“this is the best day of my life,” she proclaims tearfully as another shih tzu pads towards her, sniffling her hand. you laugh at how easily jihye cries.

“you look really cute right now,” you say, using your free hand to take a couple of photos. jihye pouts, “i’m trying my best not to cry! but these puppies are just so cute!”

jihye takes out her own phone and continuously snaps pictures of the puppies pawing at her hand.

“thank you for bringing me here,” she suddenly sighs delightfully, “i’ve always wanted to come to a dog cafe.”

guilt gnaws at you as you’re reminded of why you even brought her out.

“you know me so well!” she exclaims.

oh fuck, you think. the only reason why you knew about her affinity for dogs and animals was because you stalked her tumblr page. it’s a heart wrenching devastation that tugs your heart to the bottom of your stomach. the guilt and shame clenches around your heart in a vice grip.

it doesn’t disappear for the rest of the day when jihye plays with the dogs. everytime your eyes landed on her, you felt mortified at your own actions. you shouldn’t have ever violated her privacy like that. just knowing that she liked you now, only drove the regret further in.

it’s a blaring realisation that jihye won’t want anything to do with you after you tell her.

but you can’t bear to keep it a secret anymore.

you keep your mouth shut for the remainder of the day. just to let jihye enjoy her time before you ultimately ruin it. she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen and it sucks, because you won’t get to see her like this ever again.

“are you walking me home?” jihye asks. you nod, not daring to even glance at her. it’s dark, and the streetlights don’t offer much protection for jihye.

(and it also gives you more time to spend with her.)

maybe she knows that you're nervous and upset, because she doesn’t start any conversation at all, choosing to instead hum various songs, filling in the blank silence. meanwhile, you mull the consequences of your actions. only when jihye reaches her front door, you decide to say something.

“hey…,” your mouth turns dry. the girl whips her head to you, “yeah?”

“i— i’m sorry,” you whisper. jihye tilts her head curiously, “what for? are you okay?”

the way she’s staring at you so concerned, you don’t deserve it at all. you don’t get to indulge in her care and affection after betraying her trust like that.

“i know about your tumblr page.”

jihye’s eyes widen considerably and a gasp escaped her lips.

“what…?”

your own eyes squeeze shut, afraid of her reaction, “and i know that you like me.”

there’s a few seconds of silence. you think she’s just taking it all in.

you use the opportunity of her shock to continue explaining, “i found out the day i stayed back to watch you practise. the tab opened by itself and i… i’m sorry… i just couldn’t help myself.”

jihye— did you even have the right to call her that anymore? one look at the girl had you crumbling into pieces internally, despite it being you who broke her trust.

“it was really shitty of me to do, and i don’t know why i did it,” you whisper, “but i like you. i really really like you, ever since i moved blocks. i know i’ve ruined things between us, and you might not forgive me, but i just couldn’t continue being your friend knowing i violated your privacy like that.”

danielle gapes at you, before her eyebrows furrow.

“tell me you’re joking.”

“i’m not, i’m sorry.”

“jeon y/n, are you serious?” it’s heartbreaking to hear danielle like this, so raw and vulnerable.

“jihye—”

her voice comes out, shooting like venom, “don’t call me that.”

you feel the onslaught of tears ready to fall.

“i’m sorry.”

you can’t even form a single coherent thought with danielle glaring at you like you’re worth nothing to her. you think of all the sweet messages she’s sent to you, cheerful encouragement she says throughout the day, the snacks she’s prepared for you. it’s all ruined. because of you.

all you do is ruin things.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Nowhere to be found

[ ONE-SHOT, SERIES ] [ Twisted Wonderland ]

× Next part - The incident

This was suppoused to be one thing, like those one shots i love writing with no happy ending but also an open ending, but like, the idea simply doesn’t leave my mind and now it is super developed in my mind...

ANYWAYS! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i loved writing it!

You wanted a break, no, you needed a break, being the prefect of Night Raven College wasn't just a meaningless title, you were constantly drowned in the work the Headmage Crowley asked you to do or where trying to solve the problems your friends either caused or were dragged into, but as much as you loved your friends and as much as you had fun with them you were reaching your limit, you needed a moment to just yourself

So you did, determinated to have at least one day vacation you searched all you could about the island, asking Jade all you could about the forest that surrounded the school and even asked to teacher Vargas all you could about it, remembering what you have learned during the camp, you planned to just have one day for yourself out of school but you wanted to be ready for anything (already too used to disaster thanks to all the problems you were constantly drag into in the school)

You were so determinated, so ready! You made sure to come up with the most convincing argument you could come up with, you made sure to think in all kind of arguments to support your point of why leaving you out of school won't be a total disaster and why you would be completely fine! And when you were ready you marched the Headmage's office, taking a deep breath before getting inside

You did your best to convince Crowley to let you go outside and have a moment to yourself, you promised to be extremely careful, to call him directly if there was any emergency and even promised that when he least expected you would be back! It took a bit of convincing but at the end you managed to win the argument, the Headmage Crowley accepted to let you have a day out of the school but only if you stayed close enough (this was the first step to your well deseved vacations! You could feel it!)

You promised to don't wander too away from the school while he promised no one would bother you, you had to drag Grim with you since it was the one who could use magic but you had the freedom to don't give much details to your friends, you were suppoused to have time to relax so you just tell them that you would be having a day for yourself, that you didn't wanted to be bothered until the night since at the moment you would have already back, safe and sound at Ramshackle

When your free day finally came you grabbed what would you need to enjoy your day off, making sure Grim followed you (despite his protests) and with a gave you said bye to the ghosts at Ramshackle, promising to be back at the end of the day like any other school day

but you didn't

Not so surprisingly, your friends tried to contact you at night, you promised to answer them again then so they wasted no time in trying to contact you, but you still didn't answered. Deuce grew quite worried and even propused go and check Ramshackle to make sure you were alright, but Ace quickly dismised the idea saying that you would probably be mad at them if they interrupted your day off, despite the fact that he was complaining that you didn't wanted to answered to any them, Jack and Epel just supported the idea, saying that you would probably be already sleep, you looked rather tired after all

The next day they expected to see you on class, ready to ask you about it and even joke about how you were so whiny about wanting vacations, but you didn't showed up. They tried to excuse you as simply oversleeping, you would came running at any time, panting and sweating in an useless attempt to get in time, but even when the break came you never showed up

A lot of excuses came to their minds in an attempt to don't jump into the worst conclusions, maybe you just forgot to tell them that you would have more days off, how rude of you! But not even Grim showed up, he would have no excuse to don't come to class, but still they tried to keep their hope, panicing in the middle of the classes would not be of any help

At the end of the classes your friends gathered, already too concern and yet trying to still think rarional, deciding to go to Ramshackle and scold you for doing something like this! Prefect, you can't just ignore them! They are your friends, they can understand if you need a break but there is no need to turn the cold shoulder to them

When knoking at the door were of no use they had no other option that get inside of Ramshackle, swinging the door wide open as Ace started to call you out, but when they found nothing but the cold ambience and silence of the abandoned bulding the panic didn't take long before starting to build in them. Quickly spredding to check all the rooms and even around the dorm to find any sign of you or Grim just to feel more and more paniced as the bulding was completely abandoned, only after checking the place was when the ghosts appeared, already feeling too worried about the missing inhabitants too

The moment they said that neither of you have returned since the morning before was when they couldn't keep lying, their hopes taking an unexpected turn becoming something more twisted, now they just hoped that, whatever it was happening you were still alive

The panic quickly spread across the school, unable to contain their own fear and for the severity of the situation in no time the Housewardens and some teachers were reunited at the Headmage's office, worried about what and why something like this was happening, how it was even posible that the prefect simply disapeared from one day to another

Somehow, after Crowley clarified the deal you have made with him and how you promised to don't go too far away form the school (winning a glare from most of the presents in the room) everyone managed to start make up a plan, despite the panic, worry and anxiety they slowly started to form a coherent but still paniced plan, talking about having to search on the forest around the school spredding in diferent groups to do so, taking advantage of what they already know and what they have at their disposal

Since Ortho already has a meticulous map of the school and the surroundings with a scan it could be easier to find you and Grim, so while everyone were chatting in the office, trying to don't get carried away by the anxiety Idia and Ortho were doing their part too, making a scan at all school to find any signal or hint of your whereabouts, but Ortho had to do the scan a second and even a thirth time, growing more worried every time he tried again, hesitating and panting a little when his brother asked him what was happening, somehow Ortho was able to find the willpower to tell him the results

There was not signal about you, not even the smallest hint of where you could be, he could notice a change in the forest, there was a part were it was obvious that something have happened, there was a traces of blot all over the place and your belongings were spread in a messy way, making obvious that whatever happened you had to run away as quick as posible, even so he have managed to found Grim, he was close to the school, almost as if he have tried to reach it before fainting, but you were nowhere to be found

Ortho's answer has catched the attention of everyone in the room, making the room suddently fall in an uncomfortable and suffocating silence, everyone stared at the tablet where Ortho's voice have come from and despite not being muted no other sound came from the other side, both brothers were too shocked to say anything else

At the end it was Leona who managed to talk first, he was shaken and somehow had fallen in denial about the android's words just to be able to focus again, suddently calling out everyone to get back to the plan, if Ortho have already found Grim then they need to go to save him, he was the one who was with you when it happened so he must know what happened to you, while all chatted time keep passing and its not like they have time to waste, whatever happened it doesn't matter, they need to bring you back

[strwbnnie]

‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

[oikasugayama]

BSD MEN AS BOYFRIENDS pt. 2

pt. 1 Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, Chuuya pt. 2 Ango, Ranpo, Poe

mentions of smut in Ranpo and Poe's!!

Ango

He's a sadboi and once he's comfortable with you he's probably whiny and clingy. It's extreeeemely common for him to come home from work exhausted, change out of his suit, and silently drop down beside you wherever you are. If you're in bed he'll lay with you, if you're on the couch he'll sit with you, hell sometimes he'll get into your bath with you. He wont talk for a while--sometimes up to an hour-- while he decompresses from work, and then finally once he's started to relax he'll talk to you and ask how your day was. You're used to this-- you can't imagine the stress he's under on a day to day basis not only doing his job but knowing that he's incredibly hated among some very very dangerous circles. You promised him a long time ago that you wouldn't ask about it and would try your best not to worry about it. "I could be killed any day for a multitude of reasons," he told you once. "Let me worry about that. Please just let me feel normal and in love with you in the meantime."

He doesn't...have friends... so you get to spend ALL of his free time with him :D Not that there's a lot of it. He hates working late, but unfortunately it happens a lot (funny how it coincides with every time the Port Mafia or the Armed Detective Agency get involved in some big scheme). You miss him when he's late coming home, but as much as you want to be a cute partner and bring him dinner at the office (or stop by for any reason for that matter), you know you can't. Ango keeps your relationship EXTREMELY private, to the point of being secretive. You're not allowed to be seen in public together, for your safety. He doesn't want you to be taken and used against him for any reason, so it's better that your relationship is under wraps.

One time, though, you were at home with him and Dazai--okay, so Ango has one friend--invited himself in. You'd never met him before this moment, and he seemed shocked that Ango wasn't home alone. You've heard enough about Dazai to know that he likely instantly knew who you were to Ango when he saw you leaned against each other on the couch in the split second before Ango leapt to his feet and started yelling at Dazai for breaking in.

Ango honestly seems a little relieved to introduce you properly to Dazai-- you're the two most important people in his personal life, after all. Now maybe he can have his two favorite people in the room at the same time and feel a little normal for once.

Ranpo

Don't even fucking pretend like you don't have a crush on him. The second you think "oh shit, I think I like him" he opens his eyes, quirks an eyebrow at you, and says "I didn't even do anything." If you didn't know better you'd think he's telepathic. He asks you on a date then and there (after a bit of teasing, trying to get you to admit to liking him before he outs you himself)

He fairly quickly decides that he wants to be your partner, having worked out in an instant that you'll make his life more fun and give him lots of things that he isn't used to (i.e. affection) that he desperately wants.

If you ask why he didn't date anyone before you came along, he says that he has dated a few people, but only if they've approached him, because he's too lazy to pursue anyone. It's easier for him to wait for someone to confess than to try to hunt for someone good.

He's not much for cuddling. He's kind of touch averse and isn't too fond of petting or random innocent touches or hand holding. He very, very much likes kisses and compliments, though!! You can smooch him and tell him how handsome and smart and good he is and it'll send him over the moon.

He doesn't have much of a sex drive, but you do have sex. He prefers to not do the work as much as possible. If you'll suck him off or ride him, he's more than satisfied. He tells you he used to think he could honestly live without sex, but then he remembers how good you look when you're blissed out and how proud he feels when he makes you feel good, and it makes him want to do it more. Throughout your relationship he gets a bit more sexually adventurous, but it does take a while for him to get used to all the physical touching and the energy it expends.

It's impossible to surprise him. You have to start warning him that you want to surprise him, and then he pretends not to notice any of the sneaking you do. You kind of knew this was going to be an issue going into the relationship, but you didn't realize he wouldn't know not to spoil a surprise. He gets pretty good at pretending he didn't know surprises were coming, though. His favorite ones involve you making him special dinners or coming to the office in the middle of the day to bring him lunch and give him a kiss right in front of all of his coworkers.

Poe

He will buy you EX!PEN!SIVE! GIFTS! You want a rare first edition of a novel from the 19th century? $2,000? Pocket change. You want a beautiful gemstone neceklace and it turns out it's $100k because they're all diamonds? Easy spending money. He'd buy you a whole fucking town if you asked him to. Please ask him to. Please.

He is at your beck and call. Every second you're not with him he's thinking of you and moping. He cries to Karl that you must have forgotten about him and what if you don't love him anymore? He falls into a doom spiral and writes devastating poetry about never-ending despair and loathing--and then you text him and he's sunshine and rainbows and writes you a sonnet about how much he loves you. He's especially susceptible to sexts. If you send him a picture of your tits or your bulge, his mouth will be watering and he will call you in an instant, whining and begging for you to come see him as soon as possible.

he insists he can see through his hair and prefers it to be in his eyes to block some of the light--even if it's dark, it's still too bright for him. The first time you huff and reach up to move his hair out of his face, he nearly nuts on the spot. There's something about you grabbing his hair and forcing him to look you, unobstructed, in the eye that turns him on so much. He's very much a sub and wants you to take control and tell him exactly what you want any time you get intimate.

quality time is very important to him, just as much so as gift giving. He'd be happy to be in the same room as you even if you weren't looking at him or talking to him. All it takes is for you to be nearby for him to feel at ease. He's very prone to anxiety, but having you by his side, or just in his vicinity, makes him feel a bit braver.

He lowkey gets jealous when you give Karl more attention than him. Yes the raccoon is cute and very pettable, but Poe is pettable too, damn it, look at all that hair he has!! Run your fingers through it!! Kiss his forehead!! Discover what color his eyes are and wax poetic about how beautiful they are and ask why he keeps hiding them from you!! Give him attention!!!!!!!!!!!

[sabotage-on-mercury]

I can't believe you are still in the good omens fandom after everything that happened. I really thought you were better than this. Seriously you always seemed so smart and empathetic and now this? Or are you just ignorant to what happened? Really disappointing.

I probably should ignore stupid asks, but there are lots of people like you with the complex thinking skills of an amoeba, that come into people's asks, and it's your lucky day that I'm in prickly mood, so congrats you get your answer.

First of all, who the fuck do you think you are coming at me, a person you do not know, like that and allow yourself any kind of moral superiority? Are you really playing the fucking tumblr police?

What is your intention anyway? Are you really that far up your own pretentious ass to assume that I feel any kind of obligation towards you, a person that never contributed to my life in any positive way?

Also, when you feel disappointed by anything I do or don't do, that's 100% a You-problem. Breaking news, you rotten piece of bread, I don't give a flying fuck about what some rando thinks about me. Words to the wise, if the behaviour of a total stranger on the internet has this effect on you, it's a good indicator for you to put your phone away, get outside and touch some grass.

I don't owe your whiny ass any kind of explanation or even justification but you know, I feel generous today ✌🏻 There are enough brilliant, well written posts about participating in fandom after the Gaiman allegations came out (which was like idk last spring btw.)

To break it down to the basics: Neil Gaiman co-wrote the Good Omens book (and no, there is no denial that he wrote it, however little part it might that have been) and was involved with the TV show.

But - and now better take a seat - fandom is not the same as the book/TV show. Mindblowing, I know! What we do in this fandom with these characters is our own work, our own creation. Neil Gaiman is not involved in this process, nor does he profit from it. It is possible to access the original work without supporting him, financially or morally.

I can acknowledge that he is a horrible person, I do support the victims and at the same time I can find comfort among the creative, reflected, and empathetic people of this fandom, which NG isn't part of!

(On a personal note: I 100% stand with the victims, and I hope NG will die in jail. If a proper investigation leads to a cancellation of Good Omens, so be it. Maybe that's what should have happened anyway.)

As key words for you to broaden your horizon , I suggest "separating art from artist" and "dialectic thinking".

And finally, a warm suggestion: Just block me. I couldn't be bothered about who unfollows or blocks me anyway, but if your online experience is more positive without my presence on your dash, feel free to let go. 🫶

I'm gonna look at some good omens fanart now.

[nerdlvr]

omg i need a part 2 of the jeno x 8th member…

ask and you shall receive! (i've been itching to write a pt.2) enjoy!

needless to say the members were sick of you and jeno.

"if you guys are gonna make out can you do it, i don't know, maybe in your room?"

your hands came up to cover your face as renjun threw a pillow at you and jeno.

"leave them, i was getting a free show!"

haechan laughed as you rolled your eyes at him.

"you guys are virgins and it shows, we're leaving, thank you very much!"

you grabbed jeno's hand dragging him to your shared room, hearing renjun and haechan begin to bicker behind you.

you laid on your bed arms stretching open to welcome jeno. he laid down on top of you, face nuzzling into your neck, you listened to his muffled complaints,

"it's so annoying that we're living with 6 other grown men and we can't even get some time for ourselves!"

you gently rubbed his back as he continued,

"it's like-"

he pushed himself up with his hands, now straddling you,jKa

"they don't even know what privacy is! if i wanna kiss-"

he leaned down to peck your lips,

"my girlfriend-"

another kiss,

"then i should be able to do that whenever i want!"

you giggled at his frustrated state, reaching up to push his cheeks together, forcing his lips to pucker,

"i know baby, but what can we do, this is our group, i know deep down how much you love them."

he grabbed your hands, now placing them on his thighs,

"of course, i love them, they're just annoying! don't think i don't see jaemin trying to flirt with you during practice!"

"jen, jaemin flirts with everybody, he tried to kiss you earlier today."

he let out a loud sigh,

"you're right, we'll just have to deal with them until we're old and wrinkled, at least we have 6 different babysitters for our kids, right?"

"i'm not trusting jisung with our kids."

he laughed, nodding his head,

"alright maybe not jisung."

he leaned down again to kiss you. you reached up to grab onto his waist slightly tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

"guys have you seen my- oh my god my eyes!"

jeno quickly jumped off of you, scooting to the corner of your bed.

"i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to- i was just- i was looking for- my- uh- jeno why were you the one on top?"

you giggled at jisung's question as jeno pointed towards the door,

"jisung you have 2 seconds to leave before i-"

you heard the door slam shut. you sat up lifting your foot to gently kick jeno,

"be nice you know they're not used to this kind of stuff."

jeno rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out on you. you both turned your heads towards the door hearing renjun start to scream outside,

"WHAT CAN I DO THEY'RE IN THEIR ROOM, IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR NOT KNOCKING!"

and jisung's whiny response,

"WHY CAN'T THEY LOCK THE DOOR WHEN THEY WANNA DO FREAKY STUFF, MY EYES BURN!"

jeno put his head in his hands groaning,

"i take back what i said about loving them."

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 8

Whiny Bitch (Matt)

Request: None but @sturnphilia wanted this reposted a few weeks ago

Warnings: Mommy kink, sub Matt, edging, lots of whining, degradation, begging

“Since you wanna be a whiny little whore, I’m gonna have to force you to shut up”

Matt’s Pov

Within the last few months, my girlfriend Y/n and I have been experimenting more in the bedroom, we tried different kinky things to figure out what we like and what we don’t. Something I was skeptical about trying was me being submissive, it was a suggestion brought up by Chris to try because his girlfriend dommed him and he said it was a crazy experience. Y/n and I had decided to try it and now it’s something we do quite often as we both really like it.

I never thought I’d like being a sub, but something about Y/n being on top and in charge is just so intriguing to me. She hasn’t really been too rough on me like I usually am to her, I really do want to experience being treated more aggressively though. Sure she’s roughly pulled my hair, called me names, praised me, and made me beg for her, but I want more. I want her to choke me, edge me, hit me, use toys, degrade me, tie me up, overstimulate me, you know just be more rough overall. I’m kind of scared to ask her though because what if she thinks I’m weird or isn’t into it, what am I supposed to do then?

The last few days I’ve been acting kind of bratty, in hopes of being punished. I’ve been mostly back-talking, not listening, being super clingy, and acting rude. I know Y/n is going to realize something is up because I don’t normally act like this, I just hope she punished me for being a brat. She’s clearly getting fed up with me since she’s been really snappy and short-tempered so hopefully, she’s going to crack soon.

Y/n’s Pov

I know all about Matt’s little plan to piss me off, and I’m going to make him pay. We had just gotten back from the mall and the whole time Matt was being so annoying and touchy. I walked up to my room pretending to be mad at him, making him follow me, not liking that I was angry. “Y/n/nnn, why are you so maddd” he whined, I quickly turned around and grabbed his wrists.

I slammed him against the wall, “Why am I so mad!? Maybe because you’ve been acting like a fucking brat all week!” I aggressively said in his face. Matt let out a small whimper to reinforce that he liked being pinned to the wall, “Lay on the bed, take off your clothes” I ordered him. He immediately started getting undressed and was about to take off his boxers when I stopped him, “Keep your boxers on for me baby” I told him as I pushed him back on the bed.

I started leaving teasing kisses up and down his neck and chest making him whine before I pulled away and stood up. I slowly and teasingly got undressed leaving my panties on and moved back onto the bed, straddling Matt’s lap. “C-Can I touch you?” he asked me sweetly but whined loudly when I told him no, “No, you’ve been a fucking brat all week” “B-But, please!? Wanna touch you so bad mommy!” he cried out. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before acting like a fucking needy whore” I told him as I roughly pulled his hair to move his head back to start sucking hickies onto his neck.

Matt started writhing beneath me, trying to get some friction against his cock as he went to grab my hips. “Keep your hands to yourself, or else I’m gonna have to tie you up. Understood?” I gripped his jaw roughly as I spoke. “Yes mommy, I-I understand” he whined as he put his hands behind his back, “Good boy, stay just like that” I praised him. I got off of Matt’s lap and settled between his legs, kissing up his thighs and teasing his clothed cock by lightly running my fingers across it.

Matt was a whiny mess as I continued to tease him, never fully touching his cock but giving it enough attention to where it would leave him wanting more. His whining was getting louder and I knew that Chris and Nick would most likely hear him if they came upstairs. “Matt, shut the fuck up! Your brothers are going to hear you whining like a bitch!” I sternly told him, “C-Can’t! You’re teasing m-me, just need you to t-touch my cock!” he loudly whined again.

I gave his cock a hard squeeze making him moan before I slid my panties off, “Since you wanna be a whiny little whore, I’m gonna have to force you to shut up” I told him as I grabbed his jaw. Matt whimpered loudly as I fully sat on his lap again and gripped his jaw tighter, “Open” I instructed him. Not wanting to get in any more trouble Matt complied, immediately opening his mouth. Taking him by surprise, I shoved my balled up panties into his mouth causing muffled whimpering to fall out of his mouth.

I felt his cock twitch and his hips buck up and he tightly squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on my panties. I got off of his lap to go back to teasing him and I was shocked to see a large wet patch on his grey boxers. Matt nearly busted an entire load when I shoved my panties into his mouth but had managed to stop himself. I pressed down on the wet patch as his tip was beneath it causing his eyes to shoot open and his hips to buck up. Matt started shaking his head no when I did so, due to him being sensitive and he knew I’d get mad if he were to cum right now.

“Awe, did you really almost cum in your pants like a horny preteen?” I mocked him causing his cheeks to turn a deep shade of pink as he closed his eyes again. “Open your fucking eyes Matthew!” I raised my voice at him a bit, not liking that he kept closing his eyes. A muffled, displeased whine could be heard from him as he didn’t like when I called him by his full name while domming him. I saw some tears well up in his eyes from both desperation and him being upset, thinking I was genuinely mad at him.

I moved some hair out of his eyes before slightly stroking his jaw, loving the little beard he had going on. “You wanna be a good boy for me Matty?” I asked him sweetly, not wanting him to cry or actually be upset. Matt erratically shook his head yes, wanting to be a good boy and get praised. “Yeah? You wanna be mommy’s good boy, huh? Well, you’re gonna let me suck you off and you’re not gonna cum. If you cum, you’re gonna make this a whole lot worse, okay?” I told causing him to let out another muffled whine.

I moved so I was in between his legs again and slowly pulled down his boxers before discarding them somewhere in my room. I groaned at the sight of Matt’s cock, it was so hard with a very prominent vein protruding on the underside, the head an angry red and had a little bit of cum smeared across it from earlier. His cock now laid flat against his stomach dripping precum, Matt wriggled uncomfortably as I gazed at his throbbed cock. “Look at you Matty, I haven’t even really touched you yet and you’re already such a mess” I fake pouted at him, he then moved one hand from behind his back to point at my panties in his mouth.

I got the hint that he wanted to speak so I pulled them out for a second, “What is it baby?” I asked a bit confused. Matt swallowed hard, scared I’d be mad at him for wanting to speak, “P-Please touch me m-mommy, it hurts! Need you to t-touch me so b-bad!” he stuttered out in a raspy, whiny voice. I just simply nodded before shoving the panties back into his mouth, making his cock twitch. Moving back to my previous position, I slowly took his cock in my hand, teasingly jerking him off at a slow pace.

Matt unintentionally thrusted his hips up for more friction and his eyes yet again went wide and were full of tears threatening to spill. “It’s okay baby, I know you didn’t mean to do that, you’re just really sensitive. Still being my good boy though” I told him softly knowing this was something new to him, not being able to speak or cum. He blinked away the tears and started breathing heavily when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, moaning as I tasted the small amount of cum on it. I dipped my tongue into his slit before fully deep throating him, sliding my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock on my way up.

I did that a few more times, immediately pulling off when I heard his breathing get heavier and felt his cock twitch. Matt looked at me confused, “I told no cumming, remember?” I reminded him, “At least not until I say so” I quickly added so he knew there would be a reward for being a good boy. I started placing kisses across his thighs before moving up to his stomach, then his chest. I decided to try something else that was new and moved my mouth towards his nipple.

Matt’s Pov

This is exactly what I wanted, for Y/n to be more dominant and demanding, I just wish she would be a bit more aggressive. Just when I was about to cum she pulled off, leaving my cock hard and aching for more. She started kissing my thighs as I was catching my breath before moving up towards my stomach. I was taken by such when I felt her mouth make contact with my left nipple, this was definitely something new, I swear I could’ve cum on the spot when she started sucking on it, lightly flicking her tongue across my nipple as it hardened.

I so badly wanted to just tangle my fingers in her hair, yearning for some kind of stability but I held myself back. Y/n/n switched nipples, giving my right one the same amount of attention before pulling back and smiling. I knew the smile was from my muffled whimpers, whines, and moans as well as me moving below her. She kissed back down my body until she got to my cock, immediately deep throating me once again and let me just say, it felt amazing.

I felt myself getting close to the edge again and I know that Y/n knew that but she kept sucking. She tightened her lip around me and harshly sucked before pulling off with a pop. When she pulled off, I felt a lot of precum drip out of me and almost came. I didn’t even realize I was crying from being denied of my orgasm twice already until Y/n’s hands came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. She gently stroked one of my cheeks while using the other hand to move my hair out of my face while she sat on my thigh. She moaned when I moved my leg a bit, causing my cock to twitch as I also felt her wetness drip onto my thigh. I was loving the way I could make mommy feel good without even trying.

Y/n’s Pov

After denying Matt of his orgasm for a second time, I looked up to see him crying in frustration. I instantly straddled his right thigh and wiped away the tears, I was about to say something when he moved his leg, causing me to let out a quiet moan. Matt’s eyes immediately met mine, his pupils were blown out in admiration and lust, but I could still see the pretty blue that surrounded them. Biting my lip, I experimentally rolled my hips forward on his thigh, lightly moaning at the feeling. I started grinding myself onto his thigh as the pressure felt amazing on my clit, biting back the moans threatening to spill out of my mouth.

Before I knew it I was cumming all over Matt’s thigh, biting down on his shoulder to stifle my moans. When I came down from my high I pulled back to look at Matt, who was already looking at me with widened eyes. I gave him a sheepish smile before kissing his cheek, “Look at that baby, you made mommy cum by just sitting here being a good boy. How does that make you feel, being used as mommy’s little toy?” I stated as he blushed heavily. I yet again went to suck his cock, this time I scooped up my cum off his thigh and used it as lube to jerk him off a bit.

Matt kept unintentionally pushing his hips up due to him being sensitive from being teased and denied of two orgasms. He was looking down at me with wide eyes, almost as if he was pleading with me to do something more to punish him for moving his hips. After jerking him off for a few minutes I started sucking on his cock again, but not fully taking in all the way in. Matt thrusted his hip up purposely this time causing me to gag on his cock, I slapped his thigh harshly and pulled off for a second. I sent him a warning look “Don’t do that Matt, you’ll regret it!” I scolded him, causing a loud, yet muffled groan to be pulled from the back of his throat.

I went back down to suck him off, going at an excruciatingly slow, teasing pace. I knew he was already close again after being edged twice and just as I was about to pull off to tell him it was okay to cum, his hands moved from behind his back to thread through my hair. He started slowly moving my head before I ripped his hands out of my hair and sat up, straddling his right thigh again. I had both of his wrists in my hand, pinned to his chest, as he closed his eyes tightly. “What did I tell you Matthew!? Keep your hands to your fucking self!” I yelled at him, not caring about the tears slipping past his closed eyelids.

Matt let out a muffled and choked sob, resulting in me pulling the panties from his mouth and throwing them somewhere behind me. I instantly replaced the panties with two of my fingers, not wanting to hear his pathetic apology. I knew Matt wanted me to be rougher with him so I knew that he wasn’t actually upset about what was happening, he was only crying because he was scared I wasn’t going to let him cum. I aggressively let go of his wrists and they just limply fell to his sides. “You know, I was about to tell you that you could cum before you did that but now I think I’m just gonna leave you here and get myself off while you watch” I said, causing another choked son to be let out around my fingers.

The tears were streaming down his face but he still had his eyes closed, not daring to look at me. “Open your eyes” I instructed him, he slowly complied but immediately looked anywhere but at me. “Look at me Matt” I told him but he completely ignored me and started sucking on my fingers instead. I decided to try one more new thing tonight, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth with a pop before wrapping my hand around his throat, “I said to look at me Matthew” I aggressively said at the same time. Matt let out a loud moan, neither of us caring if Nick or Chris heard it, and made eye contact with me.

Matt cried out in a shakey yet raspy voice, “N-No more Matthew! Just w-wanna be Matty! Wanna be your g-good boy-y, ‘m s-sorry mommy!” I did feel a bit bad, but he deserved it for not listening. I let out a sigh and stopped choking him to wipe away his tears once again, “Are you gonna be a good boy and listen now baby?” I asked in a softer tone. Matt let out a little sniffle before nodding his head, “Y-Yes mommy. Wanna be a g-good boy ‘m gonna listen and ‘m sorry. C-Can I make it u-up to you? I’ll eat you out f-for as long as you want” he said shyly. I giggled at his cuteness before playing a sweet kiss onto his lips, lightly tugging his hair in the process, making him moan into the kiss.

I pulled away and moved to straddle his lap instead of just one thigh, “I appreciate the offer Matty but all I really want right now is for you to be inside of me” I said with a smirk. Matt eagerly nodded his head in agreement before putting his hands behind his back again. “Don’t cum without my permission, wait until I tell you to, okay?” I stated, “Okay mommy” he agreed. I started to slowly grind on his cock, spreading my wetness across it, “Oh m-mommy, you’re so wet!” Matt whined out. I lined up his cock with my whole before slowly sinking all the down onto his cock.

Matt let out a loud moan, resulting in me choking him again as I started to bounce up and down on his cock. “Shhh Matty, we don’t want to get caught” I said to him, Matt just whined and looked at me with a fucked out expression. His eyes kept trailing down to look at my boobs but would quickly move his focus back to my face, “You wanna touch ‘em Matty?” I asked him in a teasing tone. He let out a high pitch whine and started nodding his head, “P-Please! C-Can I?” he begged me but was disappointed when I said no. Matt was squirming beneath me and got upset when I started playing with my own nipples while riding him a bit faster.

“If you were a good boy, these could be your hands Matty” I teased, arching my back a bit so my boobs were closer to his face. “No! No, I am your good boy! Promise I am! I-I didn’t mean to be a bad boy! Really didn’t mean it ‘m sorry mommy!” he said loudly in an extremely whiny voice. I took my hands off my boobs, pulling his hair with one and choking him with the other. I got closer to his face as he whispered “Shhh baby, you need to be quiet” I said softly before kissing him. Matt moaned into the kiss as he had been craving the feeling the feeling of my lips on his again.

I removed my hands from around his throat and hair, placing them onto his shoulders and speeding up my movements. “M-Mommy! Can I cum? P-Please, can’t hold it much longer! Gonna h-haaave an a-accident!” Matt cried, trying his best not to cum deep inside me. “Not yet baby, soon though. I’m so close Matty, just a little bit longer. I know you can hold it for me” I told him, now dropping the aggressive and demanding tone. Matt was letting out very loud moans at this point so there was absolutely no way Chris and Nick didn’t know what we were doing. “I’ll try” he moaned while wriggling beneath me, accidentally bucking his hips up and hitting my g-spot, helping me get closer to my high.

“F-Fingers” I heard Matt mumbled making me confused, “What?” I asked back. “F-Fingers. Want your fingers in my mouth, please” this time it was my turn to whine as that sentence went straight to my core. I put two fingers into Matt’s mouth and watch him eagerly suck on them like his life depended on it. He held eye contact with me as he did so and kept whining around my fingers. I felt his cock twitch, resulting in him looking at me with pleading eyes as he was about to cum. His hips started to thrust up to meet mine and after he few more seconds I pulled my fingers out of his mouth.

I brought one of my hands up to his hair, pulling his head back a little, while the other one gripped onto his shoulder. “Oh Fuck Matty, ‘m gonna cum! You’re been such a good b- fuck- boy for me! O-Open your mouth” I moaned. I spit into his mouth before I started cumming around his cock, Matt let out a high pitched whine as my walls started to squeeze him. “Be a good boy and cum for me Matty” I whispered into his ear as I did my best to keep fucking him through my own orgasms. Matt let out loud moans and cries as he started to cum, unable to control his own body at this point. His hands moved from behind his back to tightly grip my hips, causing me to whimper at the slight discomfort from his nails digging into my skin.

“OH FUCK! MHM SHIT- MOMMY! THANK YOU MOMMY! THANK YOU! FUCK SO GOOD MOMMY!” Matt basically screamed out as he came. Almost immediately I was filled up with his cum and it started spilling out onto his balls and thighs. He stopped my movements when he started to get overstimulated, thighs shaking below me from his intense orgasm. I looked down at Matt while we both slowed down our breathing and let me just say, he looked so pretty like this. His hair was a mess, a few tears that came out of his closed eyes adorned his blotchy pink cheeks, lips swollen and red from biting on them, he looked perfect.

I caught my breath before Matt did so I started playing with his hair for a bit until he too caught his breath. He opened his eyes and started looking at me, I wiped away his tears and gave him a small smile. “You okay baby?” I asked, wanting to make sure I didn’t go too hard on him. Matt nodded, “Mmm, tired” he mumbled before puckering up his lips, I leaned in to give him a sweet kiss. “We gotta get cleaned up handsome, I’m gonna have to pull off now” I spoke softly and I started to get off his cock, more cum dripping out onto his now softened cock and thighs. Matt whimpered as the cold air hit his spent cock while I stood up. I went to go help Matt up so we could go take a shower but he pulled his hands back, “Shower in the morning, too tired” he complained. I let out a sigh but agreed anyways, walking into my bathroom to clean myself up before returning with a warm washcloth to clean up Matt.

I started wiping the cum off his thighs before moving onto his cock and balls, causing him to whimper from the sensitivity. “I know, I’m sorry baby” I soothed him before throwing the washcloth into the hamper, I then got myself dressed in a pajama shirt and shorts. I went over to a drawer full of clothes I’ve stolen from Matt and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt, helping him stand up and get dressed. “Sorry I got your sheets dirty mommy” he pouted, making me smile due to how cute he always his after being dommed. Matt usually doesn’t stay in a subspace for long after we’re done having sex but I had a feeling tonight he was going to be in one until we fell asleep. “It’s okay my love. C’mon let’s go sleep in your room” I said while grabbing his hand. We made our way downstairs and Matt immediately made a displeased noise and started blushing.

“Oh mommyyyyy, I’m your good boy!” “Fuck mommy! Thank you mommy!” both Chris and Nick mocked him simultaneously. “Oh shut up, leave him alone. Don’t act like you sound any less pathetic in bed with your girlfriend Chris!” I yelled at the other two brothers. Flipping them off, I walked us both to the kitchen to get some water before heading into Matt’s room. We sat down on his bed and he started pouting again, “They’re mean” he whined, making me laugh a bit. “I know baby, they’re just jealous that you’re the most handsome triplet” I said, making him blush and pull me closer for a hug.

“Am I really?” “Of course you are Matty, you’re the sweetest, most caring, and the most handsome boy on this planet” I replied before placing a kiss on his lips. “And a good boy too, right?” he asked in a small voice, making me smile. “Yes Matty, a very good boy. I love you, baby” I told him, “I love you too, can we sleep now ‘m so tired” he mumbled into my neck. “Yes we can, goodnight baby” I kissed his head and turned the LEDs off, “G’night mommy” he replied. Within a few minutes, I heard Matt softly snoring making me smile before drifting off to sleep as well. All I could think about was how lucky I was to have Matt in my life, he honestly really is the love of my life.

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𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚

GN!Reader x Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFT, Minors DNI, Age Gap, Older man, Younger reader, praise kink, fluff and smut, slow burn, oral, penetration, committed relationship

Please be safe irl- this is delulu, older men can be mad creeps, but it's Leon, also this is kinda unedited

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You had tried over and over to find a good partner, a decent lover, and yet you came up disappointed many times. A cheater, a liar, rude, poor hygiene, nothing in common, and so much more. There was always something wrong.

Nowadays, you don't even bother. Just going about life and working hard at your job. You’d recently been joking about dating an older man. However, they were all just creeps…right?

Then you met Leon Kennedy.

Older!Leon comes into the same coffee shop everyday just to order a hot chocolate or a black coffee. Not to mention the $20 tip he gives every time he sees you.

Older!Leon is always kind to you. He gives you a warm smile and asks how your day is going. His intentions are as pure as his pretty blue eyes.

Older!Leon who grabbed your hand by accident when you handed him his drink. He quickly apologized but you found yourself wishing he wouldn't have pulled away so fast.

Older!Leon who brought you flowers on Valentine's day simply because you mentioned not having anyone to give you anything for today. You insisted he didn't have to do that, but he only smiled and insisted that he wanted to.

Older!Leon who didn't know what to say when you offered to have lunch together. He smiled and accepted because he noticed how embarrassed you were from the way you looked at the floor. You were glad because your face was burning up with embarrassment.

The poor man didn't know what to say when you both stopped outside your door. Your face feeling warm, knowing this was the after effect of multiple unknowing dates.

Older!Leon who titled your head to meet his gaze and kissed you softly. “That what you want, baby?” He teased, now you didn't know what to say.

Older!Leon was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. Always thinking of you and bringing you things.

Older!Leon wants nothing more than to come home from a stressful day and see his pretty baby. The only innocent thing in this fucked up world, at least in his eyes.

Older!Leon who spoils the absolute shit out of you. In more ways than one…

Older!Leon who likes to give you kisses and holds your waist tight. Protecting his pretty thing from all the shitty aspects of the world, only wanting you to have the best.

Older!Leon who likes to hear you get all whiny while you grind on his thigh. He loves finally giving you what you want after teasing you. His age does, in fact, come with experience. You’ve never had such good sex before him. The way he gives oral is nothing like you've ever seen. His tongue works on you until you're gripping his hair tight between your fingers. Moaning for him as you cum into his mouth or onto his face.

Older!Leon who fucks that spot inside of you just right. Making you squirm and writhe beneath him as you cum on his cock. His praise only adds to the way you tighten around him.

“Such a pretty thing…Fuck, I can feel you tighten around my cock, darling. Good, doing such a good job f’me baby…”

Older!Leon who never forgets aftercare. Always taking care of his baby and making sure they're comfortable and cared for.

Maybe all older men aren't as creepy as you thought…