#idk I'm eager for what comes

[soubidou]

Me: Aw, Silver is turning out to be a sweet guy to and with Suvi and I hope we get to see more of hi-

Brennan: He's leaving for the front kudos see you next week 🫰🏻

[empirenowmp3]

European part of a world tour and it's just.... six countries

Why are so many k-pop companies allergic to any place east of Berlin is beyond me

[in-tua-deep]

wait i just remembered. on friday we has a "awesome committee" staff meeting which is apparently just a meeting for staff to like. bring food. play games. and bond with each other? and this week we played two truths and a lie

mine were i have only broken one bone and it wasn't even my fault (lie), i'm the youngest of five children (true), and i dislocated my arm six times before the age of seven (also true)

so many people picked the youngest of five children as the lie. one person commented that they thought i might have four sibling but i don't give off youngest child energy or something

what does that mean

what. what energy do i give off. what birth order vibe do i have. i just remember this happened and it has been haunting me ever since

[pengillys]

i want more hours for work next year and bc i'm casual i can work at more than one school so i think i'm gonna apply to a few other schools closer to the suburb i live in and see if anything comes from them ☺️

[steampoweredskeleton]

My knuckles are angry at me and idk WHYYYY

[nervocat]

Insecurities about my writing are kicking my ass again today 😞😞

[pomefioredove]

a private meeting

summary: yuu makes a list of the top five cutest third years. the following conversation type of post: short fic characters: cater, trey, leona, rook, vil, idia mentioned, lilia, malleus additional info: romantic?? platonic?? idk, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, this is more for character interactions. and fun

"I'm sure you're all well aware of why we're here,"

The eight gentleman standing around the dark, candlelit room look between each other.

Leona yawns.

"How long is this gonna take, exactly? I was dragged outta bed for this,"

Vil glares. "Hush. I wanted to deal with this matter in the quietest manner possible, without disturbing the prefect. Sevens know what happens when your egos go unchecked,"

"Look who's talking,"

Another glare, but Vil chooses not to waste any more time.

"Two nights ago, the prefect hosted a slumber party for Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, and our own Epel Felmier,"

"I remember that," Lilia says, rubbing his chin. "Sebek was invited, but refused in case someone attacked Malleus whilst he was away."

Malleus shakes his head.

"During this event, the prefect created a list of the top five "cutest third years", as we all know. And, to avoid any childish squabbling, I've gathered you all here to open it as an ensemble. Rook?"

A slim, folded sheet of notebook paper appears from the dark of Rook Hunt's pocket. He holds it up, as if presenting it to the heavens.

"Where did you even find that?" Trey asks, adjusting his glasses.

"Facile! It was buried under a stack of homework assignments in our dearest Trickster's bedroom," the blond says merrily.

"Logistically speaking, that's almost too easy. Are we sure it isn't a fake?" Ortho pipes up.

"Ortho?" Vil asks. "What are you doing here?"

The boy giggles in an electronic chime. "Idia is hiding under his covers and won't come out, so I'm here in his place!"

"...Alright,"

"I don't know what he's so nervous for," Vil goes on. "When I am already guaranteed to be in the first place slot."

Leona scoffs, kicking back with his feet on the table. Vil glares again.

"How rude,"

"He's not wrong. You are the most beautiful here..." a smile creeps up Lilia's face. "But, as I recall, you said cutest third years, not most beautiful. And if anyone is the cutest, it's me."

"Oh, spare me," Leona sighs. "Let's just get this over with. Open the damn thing."

"You're not the least bit curious, Leona?" the fae asks, batting his large eyes.

"Don't patronize me. And no, I'm not. I couldn't care less,"

Lilia smirks, but says nothing more on the matter.

He turns to his tablemate. "And what say you, Malleus?"

Every person in the room falls silent, and then turn to the prince sitting at the furthest corner of the table with his hands folded in front of him.

He hasn't shared a single thought all evening.

"...The contents of this list make no difference to me," he finally speaks. "My feelings towards the prefect will be unaffected."

Rook sets a hand over his heart. "Quelle beauté! I am moved! Not even the strongest of winds could make your friendship bow,"

Leona groans as if he's in agonizing pain.

"Open it!"

"Okay, hold on. Isn't this like, a major privacy violation?" Cater says. He doesn't sound eager to see the results, either.

"I would hate for someone to read my private thoughts to a room full of people."

"He may have a point. This was a list made between friends at a slumber party. Taking it out of that context could be disastrous," Trey agrees.

"There's a 96% chance this will end in conflict!" Ortho chimes in, merry as ever. Leona sighs.

"Can I just leave?"

"No," Vil snaps. "Rook, open it."

"Rook, don't,"

"Rook!"

The poor man observes the conflict slowly unraveling before him, and he sets the folded sheet of paper on the table.

"Now, now, do not squabble! Let this be a chance to celebrate our bonds with the lovely prefect!"

"I agree with Rook," Lilia smiles big. "We should all agree that no matter what is on that list, we'll leave it after tonight and move on."

Vil sighs. "Yes, yes. You're all right. We can't let what they wrote at a private slumber party affect our relationships with them,"

"No matter what, we leave them out of this. Agreed?"

Everyone in the room nods.

"Alright. Rook, read it,"

Rook reaches behind him, the anticipation building, and... is met with a cool wooden surface.

The note seems to have disappeared into thin air.

Before anyone can express their obvious confusion, an evil cackling pulls their attention to the doorway.

Vil gasps.

"Grim! Put that down!"

The small direbeast, now holding a crumpled piece of paper in his paw, smiles wickedly.

And then, to everyone's horror, he eats it whole.

Leona is the first to react, storming over and lifting Grim by the scruff of his neck. "Seriously?!"

"Fufufu. Looks like someone cared, after all," Lilia chuckles. Vil rolls his eyes.

"Hey! Not my fault you guys were so loud! You woke me up from my nap over a stupid list!" Grim says, crossing his arms.

A brief silence follows, and then a sigh. Leona drops him and he lands on his feet.

"Perhaps Grim is right," Ortho says. "Instead of worrying about the numerical grade the prefect assigns you, you should focus on the unique and special aspects of your individual relationships!"

"How eloquent!" Rook coos. "Oui, you are right! Sometimes it is best to let secrets remain secrets."

"Something about the way he says that tells me he already knows what it said," Leona grumbles.

"Ohoho. A fascinating mystery, non? Did I sneak a peek before tonight, or am I just as clueless as you?"

The prince rolls his eyes.

Vil sighs. "Ortho is right. Now I feel ridiculous for getting so worked up over what amounts to a joke at a slumber party,"

Everyone grows quiet, seemingly reflecting on themselves for the duration of the brief silence.

Lilia's giggles change the melancholic mood of the room.

"Perhaps Malleus had the right idea all along. It doesn't matter who the prefect thinks is more attractive; they're still a wonderful friend. How wise- I'm very proud,"

Malleus beams.

"Yeah yeah," Grim grumbles, turning to the door. "I didja a favor, anyway. None of you weirdos were number one."

He leaves, and he takes the peace and reflection with him.

Slowly, everyone turns to each other.

[spencerreidenjoyer]

love bites | spencer reid x reader

word count: 2k, rating: 18+/explicit

tags: established relationship, hickeys, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, overstimulation

a/n: hello again... i'm back with another pwp fic... idk where this came from ngl, but i sort of ran away with this idea of spencer leaving hickeys and this happened lol. also i've been having chip taylor (mgg's character in 68 kill, a guy who has the biggest, wettest eyes and fucks like a madman) on the brain lately so this is definitely inspired by him too ❤️

(p.s: you can also find this fic on ao3!)

Spencer always wants to give you everything you want. He’s eager to please, with those wide puppy-dog eyes that stare up at you, that gaze that makes your insides warm, the tension between you two that makes you want to spread your legs. Not like you would put up a fight anyway.

He was already such a sweetheart on the date you just came home from, a nice dinner at a nice restaurant. Spencer was a proper gentleman, who was playing footsie with you under the table. You’d wanted to jump his bones the moment you’d left the restaurant. You hoped Spencer would get the hint, from the way you were tracing circles with your fingers onto his thighs on the drive back to his place.

“Baby,” you hum, while Spencer kisses down your neck. He always treats you like a princess, makes you feel so revered.

Sometimes, he loses himself in making you feel good. You have to call his name again – “Spencer–!” you say, in a whimper, before he responds.

“Hmm?”

“Are you leaving marks?” You ask. You feel a little conscious about it, because having to wear a turtleneck to work in the summer heat is definitely funny, but kind of embarrassing.

Spencer’s lips pause against your neck. He murmurs, “Do you want me to?” and you feel his warm breath on your skin as he says it. Your hair stands on end, your body reacting to how close Spencer is to you.

Spencer pulls away, and you mourn the loss of his warmth for a moment. He looks at you, the hazel of his eyes so deep and sweet that you feel like you could lose yourself in them. “Then I can leave them in places that you don’t have to worry about.”

“What? Where?” You ask, but your mind starts running already. His lips on your body. His gaze, scorching as he stares up at you.

He doesn’t give a verbal response, rather lets his hands fall to your waist and slips his thumbs under the waist-cutouts of your dress. Where the tips of his fingers touch your skin, you feel like you’re burning with desire already. Spencer asks, “Can I?”

“Please.” Your voice comes out breathier than you’d like.

Spencer pushes your dress up, revealing your thighs, your stomach. His fingers skirt over your skin softly, the touch almost ticklish. The dress goes up, up, up, until Spencer helps you tug it over your head. Even with the sweet gesture, him getting you undressed is making you flush, the attention he gives you and the lust in his gaze making your stomach flip.

Spencer’s lips find their way back to your neck. You hold your breath as he kisses his way down the column of your neck, taking his time. He kisses your collarbone, then the top of your breast. He nips the skin between his teeth.

“Someone’s bitey,” you gasp, trying to joke.

“Did you know that while the Brits call hickeys ‘love bites’ , you don’t actually need to bite to break the superficial blood vessels under the skin’s surface? Suction is often sufficient to cause bruising.” Spencer murmurs, as if the fun fact is absolutely necessary to him giving you a hickey on your breast. It’s cute to you, though. It kind of turns you on.

“‘Love bites’ are a cute name for hickeys, though.” You laugh. “And sucking… Isn’t that kind of gross?”

Spencer’s eyes flit up to meet yours. “I think it’s hot… I mean, being so desperate to mark you up, that I can’t control myself. Being willing to do anything to make it known that you’re mine.”

Arousal washes over you. “Jesus Christ, Spencer.”

He surges forward to kiss you, slow and languid and kind of sloppy. Still, you can feel the desperation behind his movements, his eagerness as he basically eats your face off. Spencer pulls back panting, eyes studying your face, your shirtless figure, your breasts in your bra. He stares greedily. You’re wet between your legs already.

Spencer dips his head down to press his lips to where your breast spills out of the cup of your bra, flicking his tongue over a spot he’s chosen. His front teeth graze over your skin gently. Spencer nips the skin between his teeth, sucking softly. It makes your hair stand on end – the wet sounds coming from his mouth, the heat of his breath on your skin, the slow but pleasurable twinge of pain that sinks in when he sucks a mark into your breast.

It’s erotic, the way your hand is tangled in Spencer’s hair, holding him close to you as he continues to mark up your chest with his mouth. Spencer’s hair is so soft between your fingers, slightly messy and curling at the ends. He’d moved on to mark up your other breast, his large hand cupping you perfectly, like you were made for him.

Spencer litters hickeys all over you, on your tits, your stomach, and he kisses along the waistband of your panties when he gets to them. You only have to whimper to get him to slide them off as well. He kisses your hip bone, while his hand on your other side feels you up. You feel Spencer slide his hand from the swell of your ass, to feeling the meat of your thigh, before his hand comes around and pushes your leg out to spread your legs.

“Babe,” you moan, as Spencer bites down gently on your plushy inner thigh. His tongue laps over where he had bitten, acting to soothe you from any pain, and he sucks a mark into your thigh. You see the marks of his teeth and the redness of the spot, the beginnings of a bruise. He moves over to your other thigh to give you another mark, then his lips trace their way closer to the heat between your legs, giving you more marks on the way up.

You gasp when he presses a kiss to your clit, your wetness extremely obvious to you now as he blows cool air to tease you. You shiver. Spencer laughs, “Needy. You’re so wet.”

“Because of you, baby,” you sigh, running your hand through his hair to push it back, letting you admire his gorgeous bone structure and those wide eyes of his. “Need you.”

Spencer hums, smiling to himself, as he settles himself between your spread legs. His hand comes up to your heat, two fingers spreading your lips before he leans in, licking a fat stripe up across your hole, to your clit. You moan shakily as he flicks at your clit, playing with you, the tip of his sharp tongue making pleasure jolt through your body.

You let out a sigh when he presses his face deeper because you didn’t think he could get any closer, and you feel his mouth on your cunt– slurping, licking, breathing heavily as he eats you out fervently. He gives you head like he was born to do it. The way he pleasures you makes your head spin, amidst all the slick, wet noises, and Spencer’s own eagerness to make you feel good.

You lock eyes with Spencer, his piercing gaze meeting yours from between your tits. It’s almost funny, but you’re too turned on to even joke about it. You tighten your grasp in his hair. He whimpers, a sound you never get tired of hearing, and the vibrations to your cunt make you shiver.

You want him in you, now. You tell him that. Spencer pulls away, his wide eyes seeming dark and serious.

He wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, shiny with your slick and fluids. You watch the pink of his tongue dart out as he licks his lips. You whimper a little as he gets onto his knees between your spread legs, his nice button-up, slacks and boxers off and on the floor. You admire the smooth lines of his body, the softness of his stomach, his happy trail leading down to where he’s hard and leaking into his hand.

There are no words exchanged, just a knowing glance that tells Spencer to hurry and do it. Spencer’s always been good at following instructions, and he knows you and your likes like the back of his hand. You know he always wants to please.

One hand on your hip, Spencer’s other hand guides his cock to your hole. He teases the head of his cock over your clit, circling over your entrance. You can only imagine how wet and sticky you are down there, with Spencer’s cock making you even more of a mess.

He puts the head in, watches intently as he slides in, and you look up at Spencer, breathing hard. He stops for a moment and begins to pull out, only the tip inside of you. He’s such an ass. You glare at him. Spencer grins cheekily.

“Spencer–” His name leaves your lips brokenly as he suddenly presses himself deeper, in, in, in, until his cock is bottoming out and you feel so incredibly full. “Fuck me.”

Spencer grunts, eyebrows furrowed as he starts fucking into you. He goes hard and fast, knowing that’s how you like it: his skin slapping against yours, the slick sounds of his cock pounding into your hole downright obscene. Even while you shake from the force he’s putting into fucking you, Spencer’s face reads like he’s trying hard to keep it together, trying to concentrate on making you feel as good as he feels.

His mouth falls open as he grips the headboard, fucking you relentlessly. You hold onto his biceps for dear life, close to screaming as he rails you. Spencer moans, as your fingernails dig into his arms in your desperate need, “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight, angel. All wet for me.”

“Spencer, fuck, oh my God–!” You cry out, helpless, horny, feeling like you’re in heaven as Spencer fucks you just how you want, just how you need. His cock hits all the right places, deep inside of you, fucking you open like you’re made for him.

And then, your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body jolting with the pleasure that overtakes you. It’s so good, Spencer ramming into you till the overstimulation starts to sting, pleasure tinged with pain around the edges, and your clenching and writhing has Spencer pushed over the edge as well, his head dropping between his shoulders as he comes with a groan, loud and whiny, his load spilling inside of you.

You’re both breathing hard, but your eyes meet his, and you share a small smile. Spencer has paused, cock softening inside of you, and he kisses you softly. You taste yourself on his lips. You don’t care, and kiss him back. Both of you giggle when you pull away.

One of Spencer’s hands falls from the headboard to your body, his fingers gentle as they skirt over your curves, a sharp contrast to the way he was fucking you just moments ago. His hand slides over your breast, your stomach, your thighs – thumbing over the marks he’d left behind. Spencer presses down on one on your inner thigh. You moan as he grabs the meat of your thigh eagerly. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knee.

“I love you,” you giggle softly, feeling like you got your brains fucked out. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be sweet to you, darling?” Spencer answers softly as he leans in, kissing your jaw gently. Your cheeks feel warm. “I love you too. Let me clean you up.”

You hum softly, laying back while Spencer gets up. You watch as Spencer, even more gorgeous in his post-orgasmic glow, grabs a small towel and slips onto the bathroom. He emerges quickly enough, the towel now damp, and slides back into bed next to you.

Spencer glances down at where you’re wet and messy. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, mind clearly busy, and asks, “Wanna let me finger you before we really go and get clean?”

You let out a laugh, and after a moment’s pause: “Yeah, okay."

[phagodyke]

man. getting a little sick of being everyones 15th option for everything. when is it my turn to be someone's first choice :^[

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[arminsumi]

I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

[cupidhoons]

📷 PHOTOBOOTH KISSES — PSH

in which . . . you and your boyfriend have your first kiss together — psh x f! reader ୨୧ highschool! au wc 895 ・ w kissing (derr), slightly suggestive? idk + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 hello cupids !! i'm slowly trying to get motivation to start writing more often and be on blr more so here's a revised and updated version of my old fic !! i hope u guys enjoy hehe :P my perm taglist is also open!

“LOOK, HOON! LET’S GO TO THE PHOTO BOOTH!” you exclaim, a bright smile lighting up your face as you gently tug on his arm.

It was your first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend—a simple but perfect day spent together, wandering through shops and vendors, laughing as you spotted matching trinkets and playful souvenirs. Sunghoon had insisted on paying for everything, flashing his card every time you picked up something even remotely interesting.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter each time he did; there was something so sweet about how attentive he was, how eager he seemed to make this day special for you.

But even as he focused on making you smile, Sunghoon’s mind kept drifting back to a single thought: kissing you.

You’d shared quick, playful pecks before, and he’d felt his pulse quicken each time, wondering what it would be like to truly kiss you, to feel the warmth of your lips against his for more than just a second. But he held himself back, not wanting to push, unsure if you were ready. And yet, every time his gaze fell to your lips, he felt that ache—a soft, lingering desire, wondering if you felt the same.

As you look up at him now, eyes sparkling with excitement and cheeks flushed from the chill in the air, he can’t help but lose himself in the sight of you.

“Sure,” he says, returning your smile with a slightly shy grin, “I’ll pay again, though.” He reaches for your hand, fingers threading through yours as he leads you to the booth. The warmth of his hand in yours sends a thrill up your spine, and as he pulls the curtain aside for you, you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“What poses should we do?” you ask, glancing at yourself in the mirror, fixing a stray strand of hair.

“Anything you want, babe,” he murmurs, unable to tear his eyes away from you as you tilt your head, smiling up at him with that easy, affectionate grin that’s becoming his favorite sight.

You both begin snapping photos—first a goofy face, then a sweet one with your hands cupping each other’s cheeks. With each flash, you feel yourselves getting more comfortable, more playful, laughing between shots as you both find reasons to hold each other a little closer.

But when the last slot comes up, you realize you’ve run out of ideas.

“Hoon! We need one more! But I’m out of ideas…” You pout, looking up at him with those big, expectant eyes, and Sunghoon feels his heart beat faster, the familiar desire stirring in his chest again. It feels like the perfect moment, and the countdown has already started. He swallows, glancing down at your lips as he makes up his mind.

Three… two…

Without another thought, he leans in, closing the distance and pressing his lips softly against yours. It’s gentle at first, a tentative touch, as if he’s testing the waters, but the warmth of your lips ignites something in him. His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Your eyes widen briefly in surprise, but soon, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you melt into him, savoring the sweetness of his kiss.

When he finally pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and he’s slightly out of breath, a shy but proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammers, eyes searching yours. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve just… I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you reach up, brushing your fingers against his jaw. “Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. “I liked it, Hoon. I’ve been wanting to kiss you too… just too shy to make the first move.”

His face softens, a tender smile spreading across his lips as he dips his forehead to rest against yours, his hands still lingering on your waist. “Guess we don’t have to worry about being shy anymore, do we?” he whispers, his voice warm and gentle.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze, but as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin so tenderly, you find yourself leaning into his touch, your heart racing in your chest.

After a moment, he tilts his head, eyes lingering on your lips, the question clear in his gaze. Without needing to say a word, he leans in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss—this time slower, sweeter, as if he wants to savor every second. You can feel the smile on his lips as he pulls you closer, and you let yourself sink into him, feeling completely at home in his arms.

When he finally pulls back, his gaze meets yours, a quiet intensity in his eyes that makes your heart skip. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing small circles against your back.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you as you tighten your hold around him. “Good,” you whisper, looking up at him with a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Because I don’t think I’ll let you.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hands pulling you impossibly closer. "Deal."

[sweetlittlefawntears]

☆ the woods

e. williams x fem! reader

cw: smut duh, not proofread, established relationship, hunter/hunted kink, blood play (kinda idk) mild weapon kink (knife), sex outside, degradation, intentional lowercase, fingering and strap on sex (r receiving), dom ellie and sub reader (IM SORRY OK I LIKE DOM ELLIE SUE ME)

au: okay ill post again bro i actually feel bad but im back from the dead I'm literally sobbing banging my head on the keyboard having to write this but I'm not dead ok guys.

you had hopped up from the comfy yet old sofa you and ellie were sitting on after a slight argument, saying you wanted to "take a walk." ellie protested, but you both knew the best thing after a disagreement like this was for one of you to get some fresh air. it was a crisp cool autumn night, the wind bustling along with the leaves of the trees down the path by you and ellies sweet little home. It was pleasant. The woods behind your house served as a beautiful painting, a work of art for you to look at.

as you walked past some of the trees, you ended up at a wooden fence, finally deciding to stop there to look out over the watery colors of the setting sun, when a slender hand came up behind you and gently touched the side of your shoulder.

the touch startled you, but you turned around quickly to see the familiar hardened face of your girlfriend, ellie williams. her eyes looked tired, but relieved to see you. "you're jumpy." she commented.

"sorry..." you trail off quietly, not wanting to fight anymore with her. "hey, hey. don't be like that." ellie said, grabbing your face almost forcefully. she looked at you with those piercing eyes, the ones that made you feel like she could see your entire past and future with just one glance. you immediately cave in, wanting her to just have you right there and then. it was hard to stay mad at her.

without missing a single moment, without even hesitating, you kissed her. soft and sloppy, exactly the way you knew she'd like, breathy sounds escaping into her mouth, the cold of the fall air and the sound of leaves rustling from the forest behind you had disappeared, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heart beating in your chest and the sound of ellies lips, now chapped from the cold pressed against yours.

you whimpered, suddenly needy and eager for her, but just as you started to want more, she pulled away, a dark look in her eyes. shit. "you think you can get off that easy?" she said, looking at you and grasping the front of the woven blue sweater she had given you. you stayed silent, knowing exactly what was coming, what she had planned for you. "you know, i don't think you deserve to move on from being such a little fucking brat earlier." she said, looking down at you.

and that's why, after all of the soft moments you had shared just a few minutes ago seemed to turn into years ago, you were running from her, into the cold woods, the light peering out from the canopy of the tree tops, the pale moonlight being the only thing you could see along with the crushing of leaves and small pebbles beneath your feet.

you knew you couldn't run from her forever. she enjoyed the thrill of chasing you, it was like a reward, you were her little mouse, so pure trying to run away from her, desperate to get away from whatever she wanted to do when she eventually got you. just as you thought you could not run another inch you stumbled, tripping over yourself onto the ground on all fours, your knees scraped through your jeans, bloody hands and all. what a sight for ellie to behold.

ellie came up behind you. you could feel her presence. "gotcha..." she whispered before grabbing you and pulling you up, a whimpering mess for her. it was pathetic and you knew it. the worst part? you liked it. you genuinely liked it. you mentally hit yourself in the head for getting off on being chased and caught by her, your own girlfriend. it was certainly a sick fantasy, but you loved it. you loved her having you like this.

you still squirmed, your back to her front, unable to fend for yourself at last, pitifully trying to get away, though you really didn't want to. "stop." ellie said, holding you closer to her. as you softly whimpered for her to release you, though you knew it was all for nothing.

"shut the fuck up." ellie said, grabbing her switchblade from her pocket, holding it up to where your jeans had torn earlier, slowly deepening the cut along the seams, whilst slowly dragging the blade ever so softly over your skin. you winced, the blade sharp across your smooth skin. it wasn't deep enough to truly even cause a scar, but the cut still stung as it was freshly opened up to the chill air surrounding you.

"you ready to give up?" ellie said, still holding you close to your body, your legs pushing away from her, but her grip didn't loosen. eventually, you half gave up and allowed her to slip her hand down your soft stomach into your jeans. truly, you wanted this, you didn't want to be bratty, but there was no way you'd let her get her way with you that easy. you were better than that.

but you weren't good enough to withstand the growing arousal pooling in your stomach, the way her slender fingers slid along your slit, the way she whispered in your ear; "s'fucking perverted bun, your cunt is fucking dripping." the pads of her fingers rubbing circles around your clit, harshly, almost needily, but you knew better than to think she truly meant this to be loving. no, she wanted you to be a ruined, drooling, sloppy mess when she was finished with you.

"so needy, looks like you're in heat or somethin'." she mocked you, and although you whimpered at her comment, your body was roaring its approval of her words. you wanted to tell her, to tell her she was right, that you were nothing other than her toy, that you needed her to touch you in any and every way possible, but your mind was growing fuzzier with each second.

ellie absolutely adored seeing you like this, lips puffy from biting them, watery doe eyes, face slightly sweating, and soft whimpers and pants coming from those soft delicate little lips of yours.

you whimpered under the delicate drawn out touches to your clit, the rubbing from her fingers making your body and brain go numb, all you could focus was on her.

“mmh, yeah. dont tell me you dont like it, your little cunt is absolutely soaked, bun.” ellie whispered. you shook your head as if to tell her to stop teasing, desperately trying now to get off on her touching you. “no? you dont like it?” she said, almost sneering. “dont fucking lie.”

ellie moved her hand out from underneath those cute lacey panties of yours, out from under your jeans, having you groaning at the feeling of being overly sensitive.

“thought i told you to shut up.” ellie said, and, too quick for you, immediately pushed you down onto the leave-strewn ground, your slightly scraped up hands making contact with the cold dirt of the woodland floor. ellie didn’t waste any time in pulling those jeans off of you.

she dragged her blade along your thigh, allowing the droplets of your blood to fall onto her knife. pulling down those small, soft white panties of yours, clad in nothing but the blue sweater and your ass up in the air, on all fours, like some bitch in heat. what a sight to behold.

cunt dripping slick down your thighs, ellies fingers pounding inside you, pulling your hair, and giving harsh slaps to your asscheck which made you whimper even more from the sweet stinging pain.

her fingers felt like heaven inside you, your poor little hole being fucked over and over again by her. and worse of it all, you really fucking enjoyed it. you felt so pathetic, and even worse when you came onto her fingers, drenching her hand and your thighs with your sticky milky white cum.

”s’all for me, huh?” ellie said as she fucked her fingers into you, helping you ride out your climax. “goddamn, you’re too fucking easy, y’know that?”

eventually, she helps cloth you again, and you walk back, clinging onto your girlfriend like she didnt just have you on all fours, getting off to being chased and caught by her like some stupid naive prey.

as you walked back to your house, entirely fucked out and holding onto ellie, she buried her face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, the night air filling with soft “i love yous”.

hi bro i cannot believe i wrote this in like maybe two hours lmfao i kinda am excited to start writing again but it scares me my stuff will freaking flop ANYWAYS hai i hope u enjoy .. :( theres no fics about ellie chasing u so i took it upon myself to make one !! have a good day / night n remember to drink water !! :3

[yawnderu]

pillow princess reader riding ghost for the first time and shes all whiny cause her legs burn and he’s teasing her then he grabs her and starts fucking the shit outta her idk

''That bad?'' You whine out at his teasing words, trying your best to keep moving up and down his cock despite the clear burn on your thighs. Your movements have slowed down from when you first started riding him, all eager to prove him wrong when he said you couldn't dominate for shit— only for him to be proven right when you give up and lay on his chest, face resting on the crook of his neck with a small frown on your lips.

''I'm sorry.'' You know he doesn't mind at all, the way his warm hands caress your spine up and down makes it clear, yet there's some lingering guilt about not being able to finish what you started.

''Don't be, love.'' He reassures in a whisper, eyes closing at the way you slowly start to move your hips up and down, feeling your tight cunt sucking him in. His hands come down to grasp your ass, kneading the fat beneath his fingers and feeling you up, guiding your ass up and down faster and deeper down his cock. It's good, but slow— too slow. His legs bend at the knee and his feet are placed firmly on the mattress, fingers holding your ass tightly as he begins to fuck into you, cock ramming in and out your cunt the way he likes it— deep and fast.

''Fuck, Si—'' Fuck, he feels good. He's fucking you like he hates you, yet the way the tip of his fat cock hits your cervix every single time he goes too deep feels way too good to ask him to slow down. His breaths come in on sharp inhales, deep groans rumbling out of his throat at how perfect you fit around his cock.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

PRINCESS

NSFW | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: idk yuyu have big cawk & i wanna be his pretty princess

pairing: dom!yunho x female!reader

genre: smut | non-idol au | established relationship

rating: 18+

word count: 1.5k

content/warnings: female reader, sex toys (vibrator), daddy kink, dumbification, bondage (light), name-calling (whore, slut, stupid, princess, baby), creampie, squirting, unprotected sex, light exhibitionism (not really tho), aftercare (ofc 😌)

notes: shhhhh i'm ovulating

“Shhh, you better keep it down baby. Wouldn’t want the whole house to know what a little whore you are, right?” Yunho mused in your ear. The beautifully pathetic little moan you let out in response made him chuckle. 

This was just supposed to be a nice little vacation. All of you had just wrapped up your exams and were in a desperate need of a break, so you’d rented out a really nice house on the beach for you all to stay in. Relaxing at the pool and by the ocean was just what you needed. Except it wasn’t all you needed. And it wasn’t all Yunho needed apparently either. Because it was only your first night here and you and your boyfriend had been at it for hours at this point, and there was no sign of him slowing down anytime soon.

Your wrists were tied with a pretty pink ribbon (his personal favorite) and secured above your head. Leaving your soft skin so available for Yunho. Only the cute pair of pink lace panties you wore kept him from seeing you completely nude. 

And the best part?

The bullet vibrator in your underwear (only secured by the fabric and the squeezing of your thighs). You’d already come so many times, but both of you were so eager to see you released again.

“Yuyu…” you whined and rolled your hips a bit. Arching your back, falling to notice how he bit his lip to mask a groan brought forth by your beautiful tits. 

“Come on princess, give daddy one more and then I’ll give you what you really want.” He pet your hair and kissed your forehead. He sat beside you and caressed your waist, letting his fingers softly trail over your skin. Watching as goosebumps formed on your stomach due to his touch. “Can you come one for time for me, angel?”

You nodded, jaw dropped open, “Mhmm! Oh daddy!” You let out a little gasp, “‘M gonna come…”

“Yeah?” He tilted your chin so you’d look him in the eyes, “Oh my pretty baby. You look so pretty when you come.” He watched your face so intently as you came. The way your eyes rolled back into your head and how your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Giving him the perfect opportunity to do his favorite thing.

He slid his middle and ring finger over the wetness of your tongue. Pressing down and opening your mouth up wide. Wide enough for him to pass a wad of spit from his mouth and down your throat.

And he didn’t even have to tell you to swallow because you did it all on your own. “Good girl.” He whispered against your cheek. Reaching into your panties to remove the vibrator. 

You hummed and leaned into him, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh course, princess. Do you think you’re ready for my cock now?”

You looked deep into his eyes and nodded furiously, “Please, Yuyu.” Your thighs pressed together at the thought, “I want it so bad.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, “Ok pretty.” He climbed over you, pressing soft, wet kisses to your sternum and each of your breasts. Holding them in his hands and massaging them as he trailed kisses wherever he saw fit.

Delicately he trailed his fingers under the waistband of your panties, “I like these, baby.” He snapped the elastic against your skin, “They look so cute on you.”

You gasped at the way they stung, “Thank you, daddy.” You repeated like a mantra you’d been conditioned to use. “They’re just for you.”

“Of course they are,” he smirked, lifting himself up from your chest grabbing your chin with a lot more force than probably necessary, “Don’t say stupid stuff, baby. You know how much daddy hates when you act like a dumb slut.”

“I’m sorry Yuyu,” you pouted. And his eyes zeroed in on the way your lip puffed out. God, he wanted to ruin you.

“It’s okay, princess. You can make it up to me, right?” You felt him slide your panties aside, and the brush of his thumb along your swollen and overstimulated clit made you shiver with delight, “I’m gonna fill you with my cum, okay? And you’re just gonna take it like the good girl daddy knows you are.”

You moaned at the idea, “Please,” you whimpered, “I want that so bad. I want you to fill me up. I wanna be so full of come. Yuyu, daddy, plea—.” You were cut off when he rammed into you. With your wrists still secured above your head, you could only tug on the ribbon and writhe around as he fucked you so relentlessly.

Not another coherent word left your pretty lips. You burned with desire. Every part of your body just buzzed with pure pleasure. 

His cock nearly split you in two. But you would take it. You would take it because that’s what he asked you to do. And you couldn’t let him down. Not when he did so much to make you feel good. To make you feel like a princess.

And now, with his cock thrusting into you over and over and over again, filling every fucking inch of your cunt, you felt so grateful for him. He knew just how to make you feel good. He knew to grind against your clit with every thrust. He knew how much you loved when he fondled your chest when he fucked you. And perhaps best of all, he knew where your g-spot was, and he knew exactly what words to say to make you go insane.

He hit your sweet spot with his cock with every single thrust, making sure you felt as much pleasure as he was capable of giving you. He degraded you like no other, “Oh my dumb little slut. You're such a pretty princess until someone puts their cock in you,” the depth of his chuckle shoots straight to your pussy, and he can feel you tighten, “It’s just so easy, isn’t it, baby? To make you a dumb little bunny? A stupid little whore who’ll do whatever I want?”

And all you could do was nod, only forming incoherent little noises from the back of your throat. But you didn’t need to talk, because he knew exactly what was coming. He brought his fingers to your clit and gave it all of his attention. Pressing his thumb into it and making circles faster than you could comprehend. 

He pulled out just in time to watch you squirt all over his bed. You back arched and you cried loud (the house’s other occupants completely forgotten) as your pussy sprayed all over the sheets and all over your lover’s thighs and chest. “Oh fuck, there you go princess!” He ran his fingers through your folds, making sure to get his fingers extra wet. And he brought them to your mouth so you could taste yourself. “You’re such a good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.” He kissed your forehead, “Just a little longer, okay? You still need daddy’s come inside you.”

And when he entered you again it was as if you were made perfectly molded for him. His baby. His princess. There was no doubt. You were his. This pussy was his. Your little gasps and moans were for him. You whimpering and begging was only for him to fuck you harder. And he knew that you would do absolutely anything just to please him.

And that’s the thought that pushed him over the edge. His come was hot as it filled you. Coating your walls. And his favorite part? The way it leaked out of your pulsing pussy when he pulled out. And he fucking loved pushing it back in with his fingers. “Oh baby~” he cooed, “You did so good.”

“Th-thank you…” you could barely mumble out.

He reached above your head to untie the ribbons the held your wrists captive. And almost immediately you wrapped your arms around his neck like a koala, pulling him down on top of you. He chuckled and rolled over onto his back, letting you stay tangled up in his arms. He hummed contently and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t get too comfortable, baby.”

You whined and shook your head against his chest.

“We need to go to the bathroom.”

You pouted, “Just gimme five minutes.”

He chuckled, “Okay baby, five minutes.”

[honey-on-your-tongue]

COMING UP BABY,(I come as quick when I heard you doing kinkotber requests sooooo yYEA)

Miguel O’Hara x goodgirl!reader

KINK: hunting predator kink, overstimulation,and an slight breeding kink (idk 😃 i remember reading something like this so yea,where Miguel has an kink that he enjoys playing the predator,loves to see reader in fear,it make him “excited” 😏,loved to see reader so hopeless,so pitiful,and so vulnerable)

IDK IM SO SORRY IF IT BADLY EXPAINED 😭😭😭 BUT happy kinkobter ✌️✌️🫶🫶

Kinktober Day Four: Predator

Kinktober Masterlist

Miguel O'Hara x female reader

You heart races in your chest. You can hear it in your ears, can feel your lungs expanding with each quickened breath.

You're shaking slightly, hiding in an old, abandoned building behind what used to be some sort of desk.

You hear him walk into the room, heavy footsteps slow and quiet. His breathing is heavy, a rough, almost animalistic grunt leaving him.

You shudder where you hide, closing your eyes, trembling as he moves around the room.

Miguel knows you're here. He can hear your rapid breaths, can sense your racing heart. And he smells you. He can smell your fear and your arousal, making his own spike.

He takes a deep inhale, already knowing where you're hiding, but knowing that the more he scares you, the sweeter it'll be when he catches you.

His claws are out, his fangs at the ready. He can't help it. You drive him crazy.

He'd been a little reluctant the first time you two had done this little predator/prey role, thinking he'd scare you off. Instead, he was surprised and delighted to find how much you enjoyed it.

He walks closer to where you are, the smell of your fear growing, making his cock even harder. He stalks closer, laughing softly, darkly.

“I don't know why you bother hiding,” he says, voice low. “Did you forget I can smell you?”

You shudder, eyes popping open. He laughs again and leans over the desk slowly, smirking, those red eyes dark and sharp as he finds you crouched into a tiny ball.

“Perdiste, princesa,” he says thickly. You lost, princess.

He grabs you, pulling you to him. You gasp as he sets you down on the desk, moving to stand between your legs.

His claws dig into your hips slightly, a silent warning: you better not think about running right now.

He kisses you messily, eager, his mouth moving down your jaw, your neck. He bites you, relishing in the way you squirm beneath him. “Shh, princesa, ni siquiera empezamos.” We haven't even started.

He fucks you over and over, his cock buried so deep inside you that the thick head presses against your cervix. He keeps going even as you shake from your fourth or fifth orgasm.

“Miguel!” you whine. “Miguel!” It's the only word you know anymore. He's truly fucked you dumb.

“Shh, ya sé, princesa,” (I know) he says in your ear, fucking you hard and fast, barely resisting the urge to sink his fangs into your neck. “I'm almost done with you, baby. Just gimme a minute longer, hm? Gimme a chance to fill you up.”

You moan, trembling underneath him as another orgasm overcomes you. “Ahh!”

“I'm gonna give you a baby, princesa,” he says. “Do you want that? Do you wanna be full of my baby?” He chuckles against your ear. “Qué bonita te vas a ver con mi bebé adentro de ti.” You're gonna look so pretty with my baby in you.

He comes inside of you, delivering his thick, hot load deep in your cunt. You mewl lowly at the feel.

He kisses the tip of your nose, then your lips. He keeps his cock buried deep in you. He hopes, truly..he gets you pregnant. There's nothing he'd like more than to give you a child.

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