#idk he's in love and he's just giddy and he loves you and he adores your smile and you're everything to him okay

[teddybeartoji]

satoru laughing shakily when you're giving him a handjob.. when you're edging him. every time he squeezes his eyes shut, his orgasm so close that he can taste it, you take your hand off of him. ghosting your fingers over the underside of his cock, you giggle at the way it jumps and the next thing you know, he's cumming all over his tummy. you stare at him with big eyes, lips pulled into a teasing grin.

leaning down, you lick some of the liquid off of his happy trail, winking at him when he twitches under you.

"did my smile make you cum, baby?" you purr at him. "is that all it took... "

the sheepish grin that makes its way onto his flushed, fucked out face fills your stomach with butterflies. he raises a hand to your cheek, stroking your soft skin with his thumb as he eyes you with the most lovesick expression in the world.

"yeah... "

[n9ph-archived]

debated posting this to my other blog cause i am a little embarrassed to publically talk about how i have an insane intrest in anything beginners bible related due to mandela but at some point i will definitely make a larger post relating to intresting things i have found

[mariasont]

That anon was living under a rock because your smut fics (all of your fics tbh!) I reread wayyy to many times, lol. But if you’re taking smut requests, I’d love to see more bimbo!reader and Hotch! I can’t get enough.

I’ll take anything!! But more specifically, their first time, all of that built up tension (that you write so perfectly!) finally breaks!

Anyways, I never send in requests but I saw a window of opportunity and had to take it, haha.

Third Date Rule - A.H

summary: the third date proves to be worth the wait when you and hotch experience your first time together. pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, sexy time, fingering, oral fem receiving, p in v, they did not in fact wrap it before tapping it and it's not really discussed so yeah idk about that one, aftercare wc: 7.7k

This was so overdue.

Technically, it's only been three dates. Technically.

But if you count all the years you'd known him, the months spent daydreaming about this moment, the weeks of waiting while he played the world's longest game of restraint, then really, you should have had him naked ages ago.

And if Aaron (which still feels like a thrill to say — Aaron — because you're dating now and you can freely call him that) wasn't so stubborn and noble and insufferably gentlemanly, you would have.

But tonight was finally the night. The third date. The sacred, hallowed, much-debated, universally accepted gateway to getting into the sheets. And yes, okay, maybe you barely survived the wait without jumping his bones, but that's hardly relevant now. The point is, you did it.

And now you're in his lap, his tie wound tight around your fingers, his tongue deep in your mouth, and gods, if this night didn't end with him inside you, you might actually die. 

Like, literally. Heart failure. Sudden death.

This was premeditated. At least, for you. You moisturized like your life depended on it, doused yourself in perfume that could be classified as a controlled substance, and selected a bra that made your tits look so insane, it might actually be illegal in some states.

And then you spent an embarrassing amount of time picking the perfect dress that says oh, I'm classy, but also please take me home and rip this off with your teeth.

You pull away, just enough to see him. To take in the slow bloom of pink trailing from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, the way his pupils are so wide they’ve all but erased the brown of his eyes. And his lips — swollen and red from kissing you — part like he was debating how bad it would be to drag you right back in. You wouldn’t mind.

“Aaron,” you sigh, fingers burying into his hair, marveling at how absurdly soft it is, how freely he lets you have this piece of him. “We should go to bed.”

For a second, he locks up. Not hesitation but calibration, a body processing desire so sharp it might break him. You feel it in the way his chest expands, in the quiet exhale through his nose.

"This wasn't my plan for the night," he murmurs, voice softer now, not strained, but steeped in something much gentler. Something careful. "I wasn't —," He shakes his head, like the whole concept doesn’t sit right in his mouth. "I don't want you to think this is just —,"

"Sex?"

You can see the way he wants to argue, like he wants to carve the word out of the air and replace it with something that means more.

"Yes."

You can’t stop the stupid, lovestruck smile pulling at your lips. Maybe it’s the wine from dinner finally working its magic. (It’s not.) Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, all serious and earnest, like you’re the only thing in existence, and if he blinks, you might vanish. (It definitely is.)

A laugh bubbles up, light and giddy, body not knowing what to do with all this adoration. You lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, just to see if he’ll let you. (He does.)

“Are you serious? If you just wanted sex, you wouldn’t have spent actual years pretending my very dedicated, very expertly executed attempts to seduce you weren’t happening.”

His brow arches, but you see it for what it is — a stall. “Expertly, huh?”

"Remember that heatwave last summer? When I just had to eat a popsicle at my desk every afternoon?"

His eyes darken like the memory is playing in high definition behind his eyes.

"I remember."

"Do you?" Your fingers slip beneath his color. “Because —” You tilt your head. “I always seemed to finish them standing in front of your office —"

You don't even get to finish your sentence. 

One second, you’re speaking, the next, you’re airborne. Lifted clean off the couch, legs locking around his waist automatically, arms thrown around his shoulders like you planned this all along.

You didn’t, but you wish you had. 

Not that it matters, because he’s already moving, already walking straight to the bedroom.

You bury your smile against his jaw, letting your breath tickle against the shell of his ear as another giggle slips out. It couldn’t be helped.

"I really hope you know," you whisper, “that I am, like, stupidly excited for this. Like, counting down the days excited.”

Aaron sets you down on the mattress gently, but his body doesn’t follow right away, hovering over you.

"You're not making this easy for me."

You ignore him because you’re much more distracted by how insanely soft his sheets are. That was your first thought when your back hits the mattress, hair fanning across the pillows.

For a fleeting second, you wonder if he’ll catch the scent of your perfume tomorrow. If he’ll notice the ghost of you when he lays down alone.

Your second was that this is so not the time nor place to get emotional. 

But this is his space. His bed. His room.

It’s tidy, but somehow not sterile, everything having its place, but not afraid to be used. A book sits on the nightstand, a book mark sticking out mid-thought. A photo frame faces the bed, though from this angle you struggle to see what’s inside.

There’s his suit jacket from yesterday, draped over the back of a chair, a little rumpled. 

And maybe it's silly, but you feel weirdly honored to be here.

You should probably be processing this moment, what it means to be here, with him, like this. Instead, you take a second to admire the view.

The lamp softens the sharp lines of his face, making him look almost gentle — which is funny, considering how you hoped to be thoroughly destroyed by him.

Something expands inside you, stretching against the walls of your chest, something too big, something that terrifies you.

So you do what you do best. You deflect.

“I can’t believe I’m about to sleep with my boss.”

He doesn’t even try to hide his exasperation, his forehead dropping into the crook of your neck. “Sweetheart—,”

"What?" You giggle, letting your fingers slide through his hair, letting your nails rake lightly over his scalp. "It's true."

His sigh is nothing short of pained, but then he kisses your cheek anyway, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. You were starting to feel like each was a thinly veiled attempt to tame you.

"Please don't phrase it like that."

"Yes, Mr. Hotchner." 

Every self-satisfied thought evaporates the moment he kisses you – really kisses you.

It’s not just a meeting of lips but a focused intensity, tongue sweeping inside your mouth and suddenly nothing before this mattered, because clearly, clearly, every kiss you’ve ever had was just practice for this one. 

Your body responds before your mind can catch up, spine arching and he doesn’t stop you, just kisses you with a hunger that makes teasing obsolete, that makes breathing secondary to the way he’s taking from you, giving to you, all at once.

His lips wander, dragging across your jaw like he’s leaving invisible ink behind, pressing something permanent into your skin.

You hope you’ll wake up tomorrow and still feel him there.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck, drawn by craving, by the need circling inside you like a ribbon of fire.

It stretches outward, licking at your skin, threading through your veins. His hands hold you still, spanning over your rib. His breath fans over your pulse, and you swear he can feel how fast it’s racing.

You should be gloating right now. This is, after all, exactly what you wanted, what you worked for. A biting remark sits on the top of your tongue, but then his mouth moves, and he finds it.

That wicked, traitorous little dip beneath your jaw that turns your entire brain into pink, glittering static. He pauses, listening, feeling, before sealing his mouth over it again, tongue dragging over the sensitive skin like he’s testing a theory that he already knows the answer to.

Your fingers clench in his hair, a startled sound choking in your throat before you can stop it. And then, the bastard laughs. Not sweet, not kind, but low and sharp and smug because he knows exactly what he’s done. 

You had the upper hand. Past tense.

"There it is," he murmurs, pressing another kiss there, his tongue flattening over it just to make you squirm. "You want to know how I figured this out?"

You hum, or try to. But it’s pathetic because you’re barely conscious, every cell fried to uselessness by his mouth.

He mimics you, just to be an ass about it, mocking the dazed little sound like he hasn’t just reduced you to it. "You always reached for it when I looked at you too long."

Your mouth opens. Closes.

"Or," he continues, "when I stood too close to you at the coffee machine. You'd fidget, tuck your hair behind your ear like you weren't thinking about it." His exhale burns against your pulse. "Cute."

You gasp, a little offended, mostly turned on. "Oh, wow. Profiling me? At work? That's, like, wildly unethical."

"Didn't need to," he murmurs. "You were practically begging me to figure you out."

His mouth is perfect in the way lightning is perfect – striking, searing, and completely out of your control. It’s perfect enough that you can pretend not to hear him.

He sucks, slow and hard enough to tear a sound from your lips before you even know it’s there, something that feels like vulnerability in its purest form. Something you would never willingly give him.

His laugh is quiet, wrecking, as he pulls back, lips slick with your skin. "That good?"

His mouth makes quick work, over your collarbone, down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, down, branding every inch of skin he can reach. 

He stops at the neckline of your dress, and suddenly, you can't think about anything except how it's still on.

You want to strip it off, want to offer yourself up as a willing sacrifice, but you’re well aware that if you try, if you even reach, he’ll stop you. Or worse, he'll make you wait. He'll slow you down, draw it out just to watch you squirm because patience is his weapon of choice, because he lives for making you suffer.

His teeth graze the swell of your breast, just enough to sting, and whatever fragile grip you had on yourself disintegrates on impact. Your hands fumble blindly for his face, fingers shaking, needing to see his eyes.

"Please, Aaron.” It’s an exhale, a prayer. “Need you."

You see the ripple of tension along his throat. And for one tiny, blinding second you think this is when he finally snaps, abandons his tolerance and just takes you.

"You don't know how long I've wanted you like this," he rumbles. "I'm going to take my time."

You whine, frustration bleeding from your fingertips where they clutch his shoulders, fingers digging in like you can physically push him into moving faster.

He does not move faster. 

His hands slide up to the straps of your dress, as he drags it down with all the urgency of a leisurely Sunday stroll. 

Your mind is halfway through an exceptionally justified complaint about how slow he is moving when he folds the dress.

Folds it.

Sets it aside. Doesn't toss it.

And that may be the hottest thing he's ever done.

Because you know he knows. He’s always known. Known that your things aren’t just things — that your dresses, your heels, your overpriced lip glosses aren’t frivolous, aren’t some shallow indulgence, but tiny, curated pieces of you.

He has listened to you decide between two pairs of shoes that are, for all intent and purposes, identical. He knows jasmine is mysterious and vanilla is flirty, knows that you’ll debate your right to own the same three shades of pink. 

And instead of dismissing it, instead of rolling his eyes (though he does that too), he folds your dress. As if it matters.

You stare at him, somewhere between melting and spontaneous combustion, and he simply raises a brow. “Something wrong?”

"No." You shake your head for emphasis, voice a little too weak to get the point across. "Just thinking I might have to marry you."

His hands settle at your waist, fingers tracing over the pink lace like he’s trying to process it, like if he touches it enough times, it’ll confirm that this is actually happening and not some cruel illusion. His thumb brushes the scalloped edge, breathing shallow. You were pretty sure he’s currently having a full-scale existential meltdown over lingerie.

"Agreed," he murmurs, distracted, hooded eyes still glued to your chest. "I think the courthouse opens at eight."

Your giggle stutters, hiccups right out of you, because his hands are suddenly everywhere, roaming with no clear plan, just a man in crisis over how much of you he wants to touch first. His palms skate over your stomach, down your thighs, up over your breasts.

"So, this is all I had to do to convince you to do what I want?"

His mouth follows, retracting the path of his hands, rewriting, reworking, perfecting – because apparently, the first time wasn’t good enough, wasn’t thorough enough. 

"You think this is what did it for me?" His voice is hushed. "You could've walked into my office six months ago and told me to get on one knee.” A kiss, open-mouthed, starving, just below your navel. “I would've done it."

Six months ago. You don't know if you believed that.

Except now you're spiraling, backtracking, rewinding, piecing together little details like some lovesick conspiracy theorist with red string and a bulletin board. Every interaction, every loaded glance, every time he let you get away with high-level flirtation without so much as a blink. You thought you were testing him, but what if he was never fighting at all?

And before you can even recover from that, before you can file an official grievance about why no one told you sooner, his hands squeeze at your thighs, his mouth so close to exactly where you need him, and his voice —

"You're so beautiful."

His nose presses into the damp center of your panties, and your hands fly to his hair so fast it’s practically reflex, breath stalling in your chest like your body forgot how to function for a second. 

This is everything. What you've wanted, dreamed of, written in the margins of notebooks (hypothetically, of course).

It should be perfect, but suddenly, it isn't.

Uncertainty slips between the cracks, heat turning into something less solid. You don’t have time to find it, to name it, because he’s already there, already sensing it, already fixing it before you even know what’s wrong.

"Hey." His voice hooks into you, gently reeling you back from wherever your brain was about to go. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

"No, I—," The words come out far too fast and desperate, and you can't decipher why it's so hard to say. "I do want to. Obviously." The nervous laugh that follows is definitely not your usual flirty confidence. "Have you met yourself? Because if you haven't, I would love to introduce you. Tall, devastatingly handsome — you'd love him."

His move curves, but his eyes stay patient and focused, giving you a second to breathe.

"It's just..." Another pause, another frustrated sigh. "I haven't been with anyone in a while."

"That's okay, we can take it slow." He moves so that he's hovering above you again, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, his smile just amused enough to leave you flustered. "How long?"

"May."

"May?"

"Yeah, like, May. Three years ago."

Aaron just stares at you, processing. You can see the gears turning, the little mental loading wheel spinning, his expression caught between stunned and deeply interested.

His fingers creep up, sliding under your ribs, just close enough to the heavy swell of your tits to remind you exactly where you are. What he was doing to you before you so rudely derailed this into actual conversation.

"Really?"

You pinch his arm. "Hey! That is not an absurd amount of time."

"No. I know. I didn’t say that," he says quickly. "I'm just... surprised."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

His lips part and he immediately shakes his head, exhaling like he's physically trying to dispel what just ran through your mind, knowing exactly where your thoughts were.

"I just mean — I don't know how every man you meet doesn't immediately worship the ground you walk on."

"Oh, well, they do." You smile. "But I was only ever planning on letting one of them take me to bed."

You reach for his dress shirt buttons, tugging insistently, but your hands refuse to cooperate, not properly communicating with your brain.

It's his fault, you decide.

He looks too good, and it was extremely hard to focus on anything but that.

You have no idea how you survived dinner. Or the car ride home. Or even the eternity it took to get past the door, because that was definitely a struggle considering your mouth was all over his, tasting the whiskey he’d barely touched, before he could even get the key in the lock.

You spent all night picturing this, the way his hands would feel in you, the way his mouth would taste, the way his suit would look crumpled on the floor.

Which, in hindsight, probably meant you were a pretty terrible dinner guest. Nodding, smiling, pretending to listen, all while barely holding back the need to ride him in public.

Aaron laughs, clearly entertained by your struggle, and then, because he’s nothing if not arrogant, he starts undoing the buttons one-handed, to be a show-off.

It’s rude, really. Because now all you can do is watch, helpless as he peels himself open to reveal golden skin, dark hair dusting over firm pecs, trailing lower, disappearing beneath his belt. 

Your manicured fingers glide over the broad expanse of his shoulders, pushing his shirt away like uncovering some lost Renaissance painting that scholars would kill to get their hands on — something that should be in a temperature-controlled glass case, not just here, sprawled above you like he belongs to you. Which, he does, because he’s just letting you do this, letting you look. And you look. He is art. No, better than art. Art is stationary, lifeless, some brushstroke interpretation of what beauty should be. But this, him, he is warmth and breath and muscle.

Museums wish they had something this valuable. They’d burn down in despair if they knew he existed just for you.

"May," he muses, letting the word roll off his tongue, turning it over in his mind. "That's an oddly specific answer."

You make a vague sound of agreement, mostly just to acknowledge that yes, technically, he did say words, but you’re too busy to actually care. Too busy with spreading your hands over the planes of his chest, with grabbing at his belt.

"You were hired in May three years ago."

Your hands freeze. 

"That's... um weird." A slow blink. "Weird that you know that. Weirder that you noticed."

You work his belt loose, tugging it free. It’s meant to be a distraction, a well-placed touch to shift his focus from his revelation.

But then your plan backfires spectacularly because he’s hard, thick, unreasonably big and suddenly your fingers feel useless.

Aaron makes a sound — half a hiss, half a laugh — and his hands snap to your wrist, catching you before you can explore further, like he knew you were going to do that. "It’s okay, honey."

"I—I don't—," You blink up at him, floundering, desperately trying to sound casual. "That's, uh, I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Aaron’s smirk deepens, his grip on you slackening just enough to trick you into thinking he’s going to be nice.

But then his other hand moves, slipping between your bodies, sliding beneath the heat trapped between your thighs, finding the neediest part of you, and pressing.

Your whole body jerks, a startled gasp catching in your throat as sensation flares — hot, sharp, mercilessly good.

His fingers start to move, rubbing tight circles against you. Your hands cling, one locked onto his bare shoulders, the other pressing against his dick, desperate to make him feel even a fraction of what he's doing to you.

It earns you a groan, low and gritty, hips twitching against your palm, his breath is hot against your lips, his mouth hovering just barely out of reach.

"I won't tease," he promises, but the way he bites at your bottom lip feels like a lie. His tongue is quick to follow, flicking over the welt he’s just left, soothing the burn before sealing it with a kiss, just this side of messy. “Three years… that’s a long time.” His lips skim yours again. “For both of us.”

A pleased sound bubbles up from your throat, slipping between his lips, that makes it obnoxiously clear just how much you love those words. That is a sentence you’d like embroidered on a pillow. Maybe cross-stitched into a nice, elegant frame for your future shared bedroom. 

"Oh," you sigh, a smile stretching against his lips. "I really, really, like knowing that. That's, like, incredible news."

Your brows scrunch, and you pull back just an inch. 

"Just to be clear, though, you do mean in a wow, you've ruined me for other women way, and not in a I've been to busy for a sex life way, right? Because those are two different things, and I need to know which one we're working with here—"

Aaron huffs a laugh and instead of answering with words, his hands slip into your panties, fingers finding your clit without prelude. Skin to skin now, no fabric, no flimsy barrier. Just touch.

His fingers dip lower, dragging through the slick, indecent in how easily he moves through the mess of you. He makes a noise — nearly a groan, mostly a hum of appreciation, of possession — before he spreads it, smearing your own arousal over your clit, rolling circles.

"Oh, wow, sweetheart."

Your thighs fall open like you have no say in it — because you don’t, because every instinct in you is reaching for him, needing it like a fix.

And maybe, maybe that should be embarrassing — the obvious, shameless way you seek him out — but it’s a gorgeous kind of humiliation, a flush that spreads lower.

"Well," you gasp, chest rising in stuttering little pants. "Y—you kept me waiting forever."

Aaron hushes you with a soft tsk, his fingers pressing, stroking, coaxing you into sweet, mindless submission. Every movement feels preordained, like he already knows your body, like he’s a man who’s spent years thinking about this.

"I know, sweetheart," he soothes, murmuring it against the fragile skin beneath your ear, punctuating it with a kiss. "But I think I'm making up for lost time pretty well."

"I guess," you manage. "Th—that's acceptable."

Aaron chuckles, the vibration traveling straight into your skin. His lips descend, an idolization thing, but it’s the kind of devotion that sets you on fire.

His hands spread over your thighs, parting them gently.

Your underwear drags down, slipping over your thighs, grazing the curve of your knees, and then off. And suddenly, there's nothing separating you from his eyes, from the way the air licks over you, cool against the sticky heat between your thighs.

His lips part like he wasn't expecting to fall apart so easily. Like he thought he'd have more time, more control. And the power in it, the sheer, intoxicating power of knowing he's just as affected as you are, that this is breaking him open, makes your skin fizz, burn, ache for him even more.

If someone had told you a year ago that Aaron Hotchner, mister all-business-all-the-time, would be between your legs, staring at you like he's never seen anything more perfect, you would have said something nonsensical. Something about fate. Or destiny.

And you would have been right. Because you always knew this was a definite.

"Oh, honey.... You're gorgeous," It's almost a whisper, like the words were dragged out of him against his will, stolen straight from his lungs the second his eyes landed on you. His gaze drinks you in, head tilting, lips parting, tongue skating over the swell of his bottom lip. “I knew you would be, but…”

A sharp, sizzling spark races up your spine, white-hot and unbearable, but when it should tip over into relief, it withers into frustration. The kind that makes your body revolt against the absence of touch. Your hips buck, thighs squeezing as if you can somehow force the friction you’re being deprived of.

"Give me a second, baby," he teases, caressing his nose along the inside of your thigh. "Just wanna look at you."

His mouth moves in decadent passes, open-mouthed kisses pressed into your inner thigh.

Another kiss. Then another. So close.

Then he detours. Veers off, pressing his lips into the dip of your hip instead, dragging his tongue along something that is not your clit.

"So perfect."

His fingers prod through your folds, parting you, fingertips wading through the slickness pooling at your entrance. The sound that spills from him is sinful.

All of your muscles coiling tight, every inch of you scorching with unmet need and just when you think you're going to have to beg him, just when the words start to form —

He gives in. 

His tongue is there first, dragging a flat, broad stripe through your center, licking over every hypersensitive inch of you before looking up at you through hooded eyes. You swear you nearly come from the sight alone.

"Knew you'd be sweet."

Aaron doesn't waste another second, burying himself in you, mouth moving like he's been ravenous for this. 

His grip is firm as he spreads you wider, keeping you at his mercy. His lips wrap around your clit for a split second before he moves again, tasing, licking, humming, lapping up everything you're giving him.

It's messy. Wet. Dripping. His mouth moves as he tries to wreck himself on you. Each second convincing you that he wouldn’t mind suffocating here if it meant another taste.

His nose nudges against you, the angle so cruelly perfect it sends another violent tremor through your body, legs jumping against his shoulders. Your fingers grasp blindly for purchase, gripping the sheets, tangling in his hair, at anything you can reach. 

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs into you, words muffled by your pussy. "Let me hear you."

"Oh — " The sound falls from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut like you can block out the overwhelming pleasure if you just try hard enough.  "Oh, that's — "

Your hips stutter, thighs tightening around his face.

Aaron chuckles darkly, and you feel it more than you hear it, the sound pulsing through your core.

You’re not sure you have a body anymore, not sure you exist outside of this moment. You’re just sensation, just trembling atoms held together only by his hands, his breath, his voice. There’s no past or future – just now, just him.

If this is what it means to transcend, to be unraveled and rewritten in the same breath, then let it consume you whole. You could die like this, and it would be the kindest death you could ever ask for.

A single finger ghosts over your entrance, teasing but never quite committing. He dips in, just the barest of intrusion, and you shudder, clenching around nothing because it’s gone just as fast. 

He waits, just long enough to hear the next breathy fussing before finally spearing back in. Your eyes flutter shut, breath breaking apart in little puffs.

The sounds coming from your cunt should embarrass you, sticky, so shockingly loud that if your brain was working, you’d be mortified. But it’s not working. Not even a little. 

His hand flattens over your stomach and suddenly the pressure doubles, triples.

"Tell me, baby," he murmurs, "feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes, oh my gods, Aaron, I—"

Your normal senses have left the building. Packed its bags, hit the road, abandoned you to whatever dark magic this is. Because this —this isn’t how your body works. This isn’t how guys work. You don’t come from this. 

But here you are, hurtling toward it at full speed and all because he decided you would.

It’s happening too fast, the pressure stacking. Your thighs shake open, stomach clenching so hard it aches. Your mind is lagging behind, still reeling, still trying to rationalize but it doesn’t matter because your body has already made its choice, has already given in, has already decided this is happening, whether you’re ready for it or not.

"Aaron, I think—,"

Aaron just groans, finishing your sentence for you, lapping up your confession with his tongue,

"I know, baby." Hot air blows against your swollen clit. "Let me feel it."

It crashes over you, back bowing off the bed. Your body splinters apart, thighs trembling so hard you couldn’t stop them if you tried. The edges of your vision smear into nothing as the pleasure consumes everything in its path. 

His mouth stays on you, tongue and fingers pushing you through the aftershocks until you’re clawing at the sheets, until that pleasure tilts so far into oversensitivity that makes you unaware if you’re pulling him closer or pushing him away.

Your limbs feel like liquid, consolidating into every inch of your body, melting into the mattress as Aaron moves to be face to face with you.

He's looking at you like he's the only thing keeping you tethered to this planet, and maybe he is, because when his lips get close enough, you tug him the rest of the way down, crashing your mouth into his in a way that's all sloppy desperation.

You can taste yourself on him, can feel the way he groans into it when you sigh against his mouth, all soft and dreamy and drunk on gratification. 

When you pull back, your fingers card through his hair, fixing nothing but feeling everything.

"Oh my gosh," you gasp, dissolving into giggles, toes curling as you flop back against the pillows. "I knew you'd be good at that, obviously, but I wasn't expecting all that. Like wow, you should get a certificate of excellence or something."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you sigh dramatically, "Or like, a trophy, a raise, a sash that says best head giver in gold letters—," You pause for a breath, sucking in air like you just realized how winded you are.

"— and I mean, I've never come like that before. So. You should probably put that on your résumé."

When Aaron presses against you, you feel every inch of him. Thick and unfortunately still restrained. His slacks are a cruel barrier, the rough drag of the fabric catching your clit in a way that rips a whimper straight from your throat.

His teeth scrape along your jaw, then he's mouthing at your neck, sucking, teasing, marking you.

"Firstly," he murmurs. "I hate the idea of anyone else touching you."

An involuntary shiver rolls through you.

"And secondly," he continues, "the fact that they didn't even know how."

Your hands are frantic as they fly to his waistband, fumbling a bit, the last hindrance between you offensive in its existence. 

"Well, yeah," you sigh, looking up at him through fluttering lashes, glossy lips parted just for him. "I mean, you're literally the only one who's ever known what to do with me. That has to mean something, right? Like, cosmic destiny or whatever."

Aaron shoves his pants and briefs off, barely sparing them a second thought, and then he's back, fitted between your thighs.

"You already know the answer to that." His lips brush your temple. "I'm the only one who knows how to handle you. And I plan on proving it."

"Yeah, okay," you say, squirming beneath him. "Not gonna argue when that sounds like the best idea ever."

You've seen a lot of versions of Aaron. You've seen work Aaron, serious and bossy, looking at crime scenes like he can hear the evidence whispering just to him. You've seen grumpy Aaron, glaring over his coffee when you talk too much at morning briefings (but you know he likes it, he just won't say). You've seen soft Aaron, the one who lets you steal his jacket even though you definitely don't need it.

But you've never seen this Aaron. This post-kissing-you Aaron. Lips slick, still damp with you, evidence of where he’s been, what he’s done.

His eyes flick to yours, and there’s no shame, no rush to wipe it away. If anything, he tilts his head, letting you see it from a better angle.

"You're so handsome, Aaron." Your voice trembles. You don't even know if you said it out loud or just thought it so hard he must have heard it anyway.

"And you,” he murmurs, tracing his thumb over your cheek, “are so damn sweet, honey."

You beam at that, overwhelmed, so unbelievably happy that your thoughts are practically spilling out faster than you can catch them.

"Okay so I just need to say — this is so exciting, like, you do realize I've had a crush on you for years, right? And now this is actually happening, and that's just — wow."

You suck in a sharp breath, nails dragging over the thick muscles of his arms, across his shoulders.

"I mean, it's us, Aaron. Can you believe that? Like, I feel like this has been building for so long and now I'm just — gods, you're so hot, this is actually distracting me. I can't even finish my own thought —,"

You laugh, because you already feel so full of him and he isn't even inside you yet.

"And I know you're being all careful and slow because you're sweet and romantic and, like, the most perfect man alive, but also —,"

You grind up, chasing friction, his cock sliding just right over your clit. Your breath stutters, hands fisting at the nape of his neck as you try to remember what you were saying.

" — I'm literally at your mercy right now, so you should probably take advantage of that before I —,"

"You talk so much, baby."

And then he shuts you up. Hard.

His mouth rams into yours, ingesting the comment, the breath, everything.

He doesn't rush. 

The head of his cock nudges at your entrance before he finally, slowly, pushes inside.

It knocks the breath from your lungs. Your mouth parts against his, lips catching on his as a little sigh slips out. Your nails dig into his shoulders, helpless against the way he's opening you up. 

He stills, a sharp, fractured inhale slicing through the air, fingers digging into your hips — hard. He is struggling. You can feel it. The way his cock twitches inside you, like his body is screaming at him to move.

"I-I'm good." Your laugh wobbles, catches at the edges, barely disguising how badly you want him to believe you. "You can keep going."

"You're tensing because it's been a while." You don't mean to, but your body reacts before your brain can tell it not to, stiffening. Stupid, stupid. His exhale is shaky, and his lips press against your cheek. "I know that. I expected that."

You swallow, but it doesn't help.

"I also know that you think if I notice, I'll stop." His forehead rests against yours. "But I need you to hear me, baby. I'm not stopping."

His lips graze yours.

"I'm going to work you through this. Just let me in, princess."

And the second you do, the second you finally give in —

He groans, pushing deeper, stretching you completely, filling you to the hilt. 

"There we go," he breathes, wrecked with praise. His hand presses to your lower belly, feeling how deep he is, how well you take him. "That's my good girl."

Your head tilts back, lips parting, body doing the melty thing that feels really, really nice but also really, really dangerous because you swear you're seconds away from levitating straight out of your own skin.

"Okay, so I did think this would feel good —," Your fingers twitch against his chest, nails raking lightly over sweat-damp skin as another sharp moan tumbles free. "— but, um, wow, this is like — this is so —,"

Your words taper off, get lost somewhere between your psyche and your mouth, because oh. Oh, wow. He's so deep, so heavy inside you, pressing into places you didn't even know existed.

"Go on, baby," he murmurs, a smirk plastered across handsome features as he dips his head. "You were saying?"

"You know," you gasp, words all flimsy and loose, like they've been shaken up inside you, "I kinda always wondered how big you were —"

Your breath hooks halfway through, hiccups on a moan, brain scrambling to keep up with your mouth, your mouth scrambling to keep up with — him.

"Not that I, um — I stared at your pants or anything —" Another sharp inhale, another desperate moan, your walls fluctuating and squeezing around something too thick. "I mean, I try not to because I'm a professional —"

An involuntary clench makes him curse, makes his fingers dip into your hips, makes his head plunge forward hard against your shoulder.

"Honey, shit—,"

Your lashes flutter. "What?"

"Sweetheart, if you keep squeezing me like that while you ramble about my cock, I'm not going to last."

Your mouth clicks shut promptly.

"That's what I thought."

Hotch rocks his hips, just once, a sharp gasp fissuring from your lips like you weren't expecting it. 

"Jesus, sweetheart. You're trembling." He cups your cheek, his thumb skimming over your bottom lip, eyes dark and aflame. "Does it feel that good?"

You nod, and he hums, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in. 

His hand drags down your waist, spans over your belly, fingers pressing like he's charting the way he fits inside you.

"I used to tell myself I wouldn't do this," he admits. "That I wouldn't touch you. Wouldn't ruin you like this."

Your head lolls back, eyes fluttering, lips parted prettily, gasping as he rocks into you again, and again, and again. You shake your head, or at least, you think you do.

"You don't —" You try to shape words, but they liquefy on your tongue. "Don't ruin me, Aaron, you — oh, you make me —"

Hotch's throat bobs, his pupils blown.

"You make me so, so good, so soft, so perfect."

His hand cups your jaw. "You're already all of those things, sweetheart."

"Not before you," you sigh. "I've been waiting so long, Aaron, so, so long —"

"I know, baby," he groans. "I know."

His hand veers between your bodies, his fingers finding the swollen, neglected bundle of nerves.

“Aaron — oh, wait, wait, wait —,” Your hands shoot up to his shoulders. “I don’t know if I can, I mean, I can, but it’s just —,”

His cock throbs inside you, his rhythm stuttering for half a second before he finds it again, harder this time, his fingers matching the pace.

“Too much?”

“Yes, no, kind of? I don’t know, I can’t—,” You choke on your own breath as another thrust knocks every last rumination from your head. “I can’t think.”

“Good.” His forehead presses against yours, his lips parting against your mouth, panting, his control slipping. “I don’t want you thinking. Just feel me, sweetheart. Feel what I’m doing to you.”

Your body is shaking, shaking so hard that you don’t even know if you’re moving or if he’s just pushing you through it. 

“I know, baby. But you can take it, can’t you?”

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter, body twitching. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises, groaning as he grinds into you, stretching it. “One more, honey. You can give me one more.”

It hits you slowly, unwinding through your organs like smelted honey.

“Oh, oh —,” Your breath falters, mind going blank, the pleasure overwhelming every nerve in your body until you can’t do anything but let it consume you.

“Christ,” he groans, feeling you clench around him so tight it nearly undoes him.

You barely register the way you’re gasping, twitching, babbling out breathless little moans, vision blurring, and for a second you think you might black out.

“That’s it, princess,” he rasps, fucking you through it the reverberations. “So, so good for me.”

His pace turns shallow, sharp, chasing the tight, perfect squeezing of you still thrashing around him.

“You’re so tight, honey,” he grits, hands bruising your hips, your breath still catching from your own orgasm.

You’re too gone to respond, too wrung out to do anything but whimper as he takes you, using your body to pull himself over the edge.

He groans, low and deep, his fingers tangling in your hair, his mouth ghosting over your cheek as he finally breaks.

A shudder, a muttered curse, his body jerking, hips slamming into yours as he spills inside you.

He doesn’t mean to collapse, you know that, because even as his body gives out, his arms brace, still trying to be careful, even now. You want to cling to him, lock your legs around his waist, but you barely remember how to move, so you just let out a sleepy sound, nuzzling blindly at his throat. 

He murmurs something low, something that sounds like praise, maybe worship.

His lips press to the side of your face, half-gone and still recovering, and then his muscles tense, trying to lift himself off you.

Your arms wind around his neck before he can get too far. 

“Sweetheart,” he rasps, “I’m crushing you.”

“Don’t care,” you mumble, voice a little hoarse. “Feels nice.”

“You did so good.”

When he finally pulls out, you feel the loss and everything that comes with it, his release sticky and warm beneath your thighs. 

Aaron disappears into the bathroom, and you barely have time to miss him before he’s back with a warm cloth in hand.

You giggle, squirming before he even touches you, already restless, and the second he presses the cloth to your inner thighs, you jerk, laughing helplessly.

“Oh, wait —,”

Aaron sighs, one hand pressing against your hip to keep you still. “Sweetheart. You have to let me clean you up”

“But it tickles—,”

He smirks and continues his work. “How do you feel?”

“Like I saw god actually,” you ramble, kicking your feet against the sheets. “Or, like, like, if I had to describe it, I’d say I transcended reality for a little bit —,”

Aaron just chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knee as he finishes cleaning you up. Each swipe reminds you that your legs might not be on speaking terms with you tomorrow.

When he’s done his mouth finds yours again. It’s easy to kiss him. If it were physically possible to stay attached to him, twenty-four hours a day, you’d gladly test the theory.

“Worth the wait,” he breathes into your mouth.

“Well, yeah,” you murmur, smirking up at him. “I figured it would be for you.”

He laughs.

“Yeah, baby, you were good,” he mutters, kissing right over your stuttering pulse. “You were so good.” Another kiss. “So good I’m already thinking about the next time.”

Your heart hasn’t even slowed down, and you’re already thinking about the next time. Already plotting, already ready to drag him back down and see just how quickly that next time could turn into right now. But before you can so much as tug at him — Aaron is rolling out of bed, pulling on his pants, disappearing into the kitchen.

You mean to protest, to demand why he left you alone in a post-bliss haze, but then he’s back, pressing a glass of water into your hand, watching you drink it like it’s his personal responsibility.

Then comes food, something light and something he feeds you between kisses, between lazy murmurs about nothing. 

At some point, the blankets are back over you, his lips pressing against your forehead, his voice saying something about getting some sleep before you got any ideas, before pulling you against him.

You hum, content and drowsy, shifting a little, rolling over to get more comfortable —

And then your eyes land on that photo frame from earlier. You had a clear view of it now.

It was you.

It takes you a second to place it, but once you do, you almost laugh. You know this photo — because Garcia took it. She printed it out months ago, probably as some ridiculous gag, and stuck it to Aaron’s office wall with a bright sticky note that read your favorite obviously. You’d rolled your eyes at the time, called it workplace favoritism, but he’d never taken it down. 

And now, somehow, it’s framed. On his nightstand, like he’s been looking at you every night for —

You don’t finish the thought.

Instead, you just smile, huge and uncontrollable.

He doesn’t say anything.

And you don’t need him to.

Because you already know.

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[won4youu]

Kiss Cam.

pairing: bsf!jake x downbad!reader

genres: fluff, suggestive?, idiots to lovers(sorta)

wc: 5.7k

warning: well there's a kiss cam involved so they kiss 🤭, use of cuss words, also idk anything about American football so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong about it lolol

a/n: this has been collecting dust in our drafts for wayyy too long lol soooo if you like it please reblog and consider following!

written by both @raven-naaaaa and @theaspen

You know that feeling when you look at your best friend and your heart skips a beat, and their smile makes you smile and the entire world seems to fade into the background and it feels like it's just you and him in the room?

Yeah, apparently not everyone felt that way about their best friend. But..you did.

Jake Sim made you so goddamn happy.

Whenever his eyes searched for yours in every crowded room, and the instant smile that accompanied his starry eyes when he recognized your face, your heart did a little tap dance.Either you were projecting your thoughts onto him or just maybe, he liked you too.

But here's the thing, you don't think “like” would do justice to the feelings you harboured for the boy, and using the big L word made your insides cringe.

You've never been in love before. Crushes? Sure, you've had those. But these huge feelings? Those selfish instincts that came over whenever his smile was shared with everyone else as well? Was that normal? You didn't want to know.

"Hi __," his voice is warm and familiar. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you into one of those hugs you've come to love.

"Hi Jake,” You greet him back. Internally scoffing at yourself. Because practically anyone could hear the giddy smile that accompanied your voice.

Jake pulls you even closer, if that was even possible. Smiling into your shoulder as well. It's been a few seconds, but his hands still linger on your waist and when he pulls back you can still feel his touch.

Jake's touch is gone, but your heart still feels that stupid annoying rush. You ignore it completely, because honestly? The intensity of your feelings scare you, and the way Jake throws you the yearning glances scare you even more. In fear that you're probably just being delusional all by yourself.

"You look good," he tells you as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You don't try to fight his touch. If anything you lean into it.

Jake seems to have noticed that- his thumb traces some invisible shape on your cheek, eyes so full of adoration.

"Thank you," you reply bashfully. Somehow you could never be nonchalant and cool to him like you are with others. And it pisses you off.

"Come on, let's get to our seats," he says, holding your hand and dragging you through the semi crowd and toward the seating area.

Coming to a football game would definitely not be your first choice, but here you were, with Jake because Heeseung “dropped out” at the last minute and he needed some company.

Okay, here's the deal. You didn't know much about football, but you just came along because well, you're a fool in love.

You didn't mind it honestly, because if watching some dude run around the field with a ball made Jake happy, you'd sit through it for however many times he wanted.

So there you were sitting mindlessly nipping at your sandwich.

“___, the first quarter is done,” Jake grins as he sits down beside you.

“How many more of these do I have to sit through Sim,” you fake whine as Jake laughs beside you.

“You do realise you didn't have to come along with me right?” He chuckles, throwing an arm across your shoulder.

“And leave you here all by yourself to look like a loser with no friends?” You scoff, giving him a smug look, “I'm practically saving your reputation here Sim. A thanks and a lifetime supply of chocolate muffins would do.”

Jake simply rolls his eyes at your faux uppity look.

You shift in your chair as you look around the field, “What do people even do in these breaks?” you ask.

Jake points towards the huge screen that was displaying the results a minute ago.

“See that,” you hum mindlessly, “that is a kiss cam. So during the breaks, people usually just look at other people snogging each other.” You snort at his words and look at the screen. As if on cue, the camera points towards a young couple. The couple share a flustered look before pecking each other and the entire stadium erupts into cheers, and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

“That's so cute…but also lowkey weird, what if it points towards siblings? Or like friends? Wouldn't that put them in an awkward position?” Your question is genuine, but Jake only hangs on to one thing you said.

“Friends?”, he parrots, as his cheeks flush pink, “like us..?” His voice is low, but you catch onto it. Your face heats up at the thought of kissing him. You lock eyes with the boy. There was something so magnetic about his eyes.

You let out an awkward chuckle, “I mean, we don't have to worry about that, no?” You force out a laugh, fiddling with your fingers. “It's not like the camera is gonna point at us.”

“___,” Jake whispers, “you might want to look at the screen.”

Well, fuck.

The camera was pointing towards a very familiar young couple, well at least they looked like a couple on screen. You swore to God your heart was going to jump out of your rib cage. You turn away from Jake, avoiding the camera and Jake laughs awkwardly, crossing his arms to sign ‘no’, which had the audience booing at the two of you.

Thankfully, the camera quickly pans towards another couple, who seem more than happy to kiss each other.

Jake breathes a sigh of relief which you don't miss. Your chest heaves a tiny tiny little bit in disappointment.

Luck definitely wasn't on your side today because soon after, the camera panned towards you and Jake. Again.

Jake laughs as he signs ‘no’, earning more boos from the crowd. You looked up at the screen and noticed that the camera was still on the two of you.

You don't really know what got into you, maybe it was the consistent booing by the crowd that finally tipped you over, because one second you were looking at Jake on the screen and the other your hands were on his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Sim, I'm going to kiss you,” you rush as you pull him towards you, “If you don't want this tell me now.” He doesn't really remember much of what he said. All Jake remembers is the feeling of his lips on yours.

He could have sworn he heard fireworks when you pulled him closer and crashed your lips against his. Your lips were soft against his and there was a sense of longing in them. God, you drove him mad.

He lets out a groan as his hands find company at your waist, pressing and feeling your skin. He couldn't believe this was happening.

You couldn't believe it either. The moment his lips were on yours, it felt like it was just the two of you in the stadium, but unfortunately, the loud cheers of the audience brought you back to your senses as you heaved against his chest, him burying his head into your neck.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I've waited for that,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your back. “Yeah?” You look up at him with a flustered smile.

“Yeah.” He says, gulping. The rosy flush on his cheeks still present. The camera isn't pointing at you two anymore and the game has already resumed again. But the two of you can't help but continue to act like giddy idiots.

You're definitely gonna have to thank Heeseung for dipping out on Jake today.

[invincibledc]

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𝑯𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑺.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: son of joker and Harley, Jacklyn “Jack” Quinn, has a crush on a simple bat. But the bat is tired of his hocus pocus.

── .✦ Genre: idk but I thought of this, could just be short story or whatever.

── .✦ Info: this is an OC I thought of cause I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Laughter rang out across the abandoned warehouse. A teenaged boy with gun pointed it to a hostage, the hostage sobbed. Getting ready to aim, a batarang hits the gun from his. “Ouch! WHO in the god blazing mind had the audacity to…”

The boy turned to see a girl in her robin outfit of her own design, the suit fitted her well. The boy couldn’t help but smile, seeing her again just made him feel giddy.

“Suga'! I see you foiled my plans again to get my father’s approval. What can I help you with darlin'?” The boy says walking forward to the girl before another batarang harshly impales the ground infront of his feet.

“Jack Quinn. You have no business trying to bring me out here.”

Jack pouts hearing the girl’s voice. “But puddin'” “I’m not pudding. I’m robin.” Jack rolls his eyes at the girl’s words before aiming the gun at her and firing it.

Y/n leaps from the shot as the shot was just a flare. “Okay, so you were right. I did bring you out here. But I can’t help but adore how you are with me!” With a crazed look, he rushed after the girl who gracefully hopped ledge for Ledge. Whilst the two mid teenagers were doing their things, the male robin, Damian appeared and started to untie the hostage.

“Why must we attract villains so much.” Damian scoffs lowly so the person wouldn’t hear. He wasn’t expecting to clean up his twin sister’s mess of attracting boys. But this was another case.

Back to y/n and the boy joker.

“Oh! Birdy, you’re so cute when you run!” He chased after the girl. The girl scoffs as she turned a sharp corner, but came to a stop when the clown boy hopped over a bunch of boxes and landed in front of her.

“You could give thanks to my mama, did you know ima momma’s boy.” He pulls three sharp cards out, one held an ace, a diamond, and a king.

“But suga' im just a king of all above a momma’s boy.” Jack said with a sickly sweet tone. He threw the king card at her, the king care glowed. Y/n’s eyes widen realizing and pulled her cape up.

Thanks to Bruce, her cape was made to protect her from anything. Explosive wise. As y/n put her cape down, there she see the clown boy running up to her before doing a cartwheel.

Y/n moved back, dodging a swift roundhouse kick. “What’s up with you!” She exclaimed, bouncing strikes with her hands from Jack. “What’s up with me?!” He exclaimed back before giving her a crooked smile, y/n put her hands up. But jack had other ideas than boxing with the young girl.

He grabbed the girl’s hands. Tugging her close, chest to chest. Y/n tried to pull away, but the boy was oddly strong despite looking thin. Jack started to make the both of them waltz, y/n gritting her teeth, eyes narrowed showing clearly of her domino mask.

“Don’t be such a sour puss.” Jack says rolling his eyes as he turned y/n around. “I got a joke to sweeten you up!”

“Say, Why don’t people like working with vampire bats? Because they’re a pain in the neck.”

Silence reeked into the air, jack frowns, “Aw cmon not even a giggle?” He was soon hit with a knee to his gut. Y/n moved back, not before sweeping him onto the ground. Landing with a grunt, jack opened his eyes just for him to be picked up by his collar.

He couldn’t help but stare at y/n’s face, “did anyone ever tell you, you look stunning in red?”

“Shut up, jack. I’m taking you in, and then we’ll take your parents in.” Y/n says, ready to zip tie his hands. Jack was oddly calm as he puts his hands out.

“Be gentle, I can’t risk my wrists being bruised.”

“Whatever.” Y/n goes into her belt of her suit, looking down. As she looked up, expect of the boy, there stood a rose with a note.

Y/n scrunched her nose up, grabbing the rose and damned note only for it to read.

“Next time, show up alone. Your brother is such a cock blocker!” Y/n crumpled up the piece of paper. A little fluster but mostly angry that the boy had gotten away. She didn’t expect for him to also realize she brought Damian along.

And said boy came by her, crossed arms and disappoint written on his face. “You really are like father. Always attracting villains to your whim.”

“Shut up. Let’s just go home…” y/n says, throwing the piece of paper behind her back. She hid the rose behind her back. Not letting Damian see it as he raises a brow.

“Keep your crazed boyfriend in control.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS WASNT BAD! I TRIED TO GIVE HIM A FULL MIXTURE OF JOKER’S AND HARLEY’S PERSONALITY😭😭

[lovscb97]

— nerd!chan drabble #1

part 1 / part 2 / headcannons

synopsis: the aftermath of what happens between you and nerd!chan following the events that take place in part 2

tags: nerd!chan x cheerleader!fem!reader, established relationship, lots of fluff, lots of kissing, nerd!chan being a cutie, oral sex (f. recieving), unprotected sex (plz do not), basic lovemaking, aftercare, etc

wc: 1.70k

add. notes: idk why i wrote this n how tf it got so long. those pictures (i cannot upload them rn idfk why. if they r uploaded by the time u r reading this then good for us if not then i'll kms) seriously did a number on me i think tho bcs holy fucking shit man he looks so good. like i adore this man to death n beyond GRRR!!! anyways enjoy :3

. . .

saw chan's latest post and now i can't stop thinking about how the pictures are extremely nerd!chan universe's bangchan coded.. specifically, they're the type of photos chan would post the day you guys finally get together, on the first day he gets to call himself your boyfriend at last.

he's long dropped you off at home and is still reeling from the excitement of everything that's happened after the game, not to mention that he was so giddy to the point he ended up texting all his friends about everything that happened, making sure to repeat how he finally, finally!!! got the girl of his dreams at last. his joy is to the extent that when he gets home, he can't stop thinking about you, thinking about how you sounded and felt, thinking about the way you'd straddled his lap in his beat up car, thinking about how you'd kissed him breathless, just thinking about you.

when he's in the safety of his room behind locked doors, he positively melts against the wall, crumbling to his feet with a lovestruck grin on his face as he repeats everything that went down an hour prior and quite literally changed the trajectory of his entire life if he's being honest. when his phone pings with a message, he's immediately shooting to swipe for his texts, giggling at the sweet messages you've sent him to remind him once more that you love him and can't wait to see him tomorrow. he'd reply back with a goofy smile and kick his feet, of course, before impulsively making the executive decision to once again, stalk your instagram.

when he pulls up your account, his heart clenches against his chest, because there you are, plastered all over the feed with your beautiful features that he's fallen for over the last few months. the way your hair cascades over your shoulders, how your face is lit up and beaming in every post he looks through, your uniform or even casual clothes clinging to your body perfectly in specific uploads— everything about the way you are makes him feel dizzy in the head. he genuinely can't fathom the fact that you're all his starting today and onwards.

the next day when he sees you, he thinks he might ascend onto a different dimension. he's all dazed and in awe when he approaches you, softening at the way your eyes brighten after falling on his figure, watching with honey dripping as you parade up to and crash into him with your arms wrapping around his waist on instinct, no less in public. when he hugs you back, he can smell the familiar scent of your perfume and shampoo mixed together, burying his face in an effort to cling onto you like he's often dreamed of. though he's a bit pouty when you eventually pull away, he thinks you you make up for it by leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand to drag him away for a late lunch date.

the hours pass with you and him spending as much time as you can together to make up for however much you'd lost avoiding each other and sneaking around in private previously. chan does his best to pay attention to what you're rambling on too, something about your professor marking you down for a test when you'd answered correctly, but he truly can't seem to focus with the way he's so down bad for you. everything you do, everything you say, everything you are in general makes him want to swoop in and kiss you silly.

so, he does.

it catches you off guard when he leans over the table you're both sat at and connects your lips together, but you're no stranger to his affection (okay, maybe you are a little), so of course, you kiss him back, giggling against his mouth with him. he thinks your laughter might be his favourite sound in the world.

as the sky turns to orange with the sun dipping down, chan allows you to tug him around campus, going with you to the library to pick up a book you needed for your class and accompanying you to the university cafe where he insists on paying for your drink. you both eventually end up back in your dorm, with you letting it slip mid-conversation that karina would be at her parent's house today. the seemingly little tidbit makes him freeze in his place, but he brushes off the lewd thoughts entering his mind in favour of continuing the impromptu and innocent study session you decide to hold in the middle of your side of the room. he tries, he really does, to concentrate on the material he should ideally be preparing for his next exam, but you look so cute focused on the text you're busy highlighting that he can't resist reaching over to graze his thumb over your palm softly. you look up at the sensation of his touch, cheeks tinting pink at the way your boyfriend is staring back at you.

and so, it doesn't take very long for the two of you to get back into locking lips once more, chan hovering over your sprawled out body as his mouth ghosts the skin of your jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulder, everywhere. you swear he's gotten more bold ever since you started dating, but one glance at the burning red of his ears is enough to make you chuckle. when he asks you what's so funny, you simply shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to yank him in for another kiss that leaves both of you practically levitating.

chan makes quick work to have you cumming on his face after that, languid swipes of his tongue flicking against your clit and swirling at your entrance as you let out the cutest whimpers he's possibly ever heard. when his wet muscles wraps around your sensitive nub and sucks, you see stars, clenching around nothing with your juices gushing down his chin as you spray everywhere. when your boyfriend rises to meet your gaze, glasses fogged up and stained with your release, looking like he'd descended from heaven itself, you can't stop the meek "need you inside, please" that leaves you from escaping. it makes his eyes widen, but he's stripping off his clothes in record time at your plea, causing you to laugh quietly in the darkness of the room, save for whatever light is streaming through the curtains.

when chan finally does enter you, despite having done so multiple times, you gasp. you still get butterflies from the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and he still can't shake off how his stomach swirls in delight at the way your warm walls basically suck him in. he moves slowly but surely, deep thrusts hitting every right spot that has you keening and shaking under his hold. his words are barely above whispers, filled with nothing but loving remarks and reminders of how much he adores you and can't believe you're his. he babbles about how lucky he is to be yours, and how he's never going to let you go, to which you breathlessly huff out something about how you'd never want to go anywhere anyways. that sentence coupled with the way your doe eyes blink up at him is enough to send him hurdling to his climax, triggering your own. you both lay there in the comfort of each other's arms for a while after that, snuggling into one another's skin and exchanging short kisses.

it's only after a few moments pass that chan gets up to clean you off, tugging his clothes back on along with the glasses he'd tossed on your bedside table before wiping you down with a wet cloth. the way you look at him as he tends to your needs makes him flush bright under your gaze, which only has you tittering and sitting up to kiss him once more.

by the time everything's done and he has to go home, chan lights up with an idea, lacing your fingers in his and rushing you outside the doors of the student accomodation. he flashes you a grin that makes you weak in the knees, ruffling his hair to slide his hat on before passing you his phone and posing for the camera. you're confused what this has to do with anything, but you click the pictures for him anyways, heart fluttering at the way he beams at the lens, or rather at the fact that you're the one behind it. when you're done, he thanks you with a smooch to your forehead, shrugging off his jacket to wrap it around your frame despite it being one too many sizes big for you. he buttons you up to the end, throwing his head back at the way you look so tiny compared to the clothing you've got on, which only makes you roll your eyes regardless of the smile that creeps up on your face at his joy.

it's only when you've said your goodbye's and shared a last few kisses of the day that you find yourself back in bed, wrapped up under chan's clothes and inhaling the scent of his cologne that brings back memories of today. when you open your phone, you're hit with his notification in an instant, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you read him asking you to check his instagram but doing so anyways. you think your heart stops when you see what he's referring to.

chan had tagged you in the photos you'd taken a few minutes prior to seeing him off, but not just that, he'd captioned it too—

@.gnabnahc: thank you for being mine, pretty girl.

hot infatuation floods your system at the words he'd used, and for some reason, it dawns on you now of all times that chan is yours. he's yours. all yours. you can't stop the smile that graces your features at that realisation, replying back to him with something cheesy. safe to say, you drift to sleep that night with thoughts filled of your precious boyfriend.

in conclusion, chan may be smitten, but you're just as bad as him, it seems.

. . .

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

[kkuzushi]

❇️ anon: Could you do an NSFW post of making love to Kabukimono for the first time? Like a sweet, consensual experience that is both super pleasurable for him and also helps his bond with the reader grow closer?? Where he’s being an absolute darling and is a little nervous, and reader soothes him and ends up fucking him into pure euphoria while whispering sweet nothings in his ear??? Idk I just really love him and I think some fluffy NSFW with him would be perfect! <3

“ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

✦ characters: sub!Kabukimono x gn!reader

✦ cw: virgin + small dick kabu, gentle sex, loooots of foreplay, praise, fingering (giving), frotting, coming untouched, cock/strap penetration

✦ word count: 3.476k

✦ notes: I didn’t want to rush anything for Kabukimono’s first time so there’s lots of foreplay here. <3

sfw ver | ✦ nsfw ver

It’s late into the night. Everyone’s laid and snuggled up into their futons, just like you and Kabukimono—tangled in each other’s limbs yet not asleep. Your lips are locked in with each other, the action feeling both gentle and desperate for the inexperienced puppet.

Initially, Kabukimono was nervous to ask for your help. These weird sensations in his stomach when you’re close—it was starting to bother him, and your solution to this was to indulge it. Once after getting a taste of your passionate affection, Kabukimono was soon lost in the moment, his inexperience shining through his clumsy yet eager kisses.

The puppet seemed to have forgotten that you’re still human however, still needing air in between each kiss. Slowly, you pull away and softly gasp for air. Kabukimono’s eyes fluttered open, confusion pasting in his face, “Why’d you stop? Did I do it wrong?”

You chucked at his innocent questions. The way he was confused yet concerned at the same time was inexplicably endearing. “No, darling,” You shook your head, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just needed to breathe.”

“Oh,” Kabukimono replies, his face feeling warm despite his lack of ability to blush like a human. “I’m sorry,” He added in a hushed tone as he got closer to your face once more, “I’ll be more mindful.” His lips hovered yours, silently asking permission to kiss you.

You reciprocate his action, foreheads pressing against each other. “There’s nothing to apologize for,” you reassured him with a small, comforting smile before leaning back in, picking up right where you had left off. “You’re so eager—it’s adorable,” you teased softly, parting your lips to meet the eager movements of his tongue again.

Kabukimono felt more giddy than he already was, his arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Something about your reassurances, your praises.. It keeps him going. Keeps him wanting more—needing more. You love indulging him, and tonight, you might as well see how far this would go.

Your hands roamed around his kimono, slowly tugging on the ribbons and robes to slide it off his body with care. Kisses trailed down to his chin, his half-lidded eyes fluttering as it follows your head until it’s buried to his neck.

“Ahmngh..!” Whimpers start to escape from Kabukimono’s lips, his head instinctively tilting up to give you more access. The soft kisses on his untainted neck sends pleasant shivers down his spine, desperate to receive more.

The remnants of his kimono and his undergarments cling to his frame, the last barriers between you. You lift yourself slightly, taking a moment to drink in the sight of him beneath you. His face is a deep shade of red, cheeks flushed from the intensity of your actions, even though all you’ve done so far is kiss him.

“I’m going to try something,” you murmured, crawling on top of him with deliberate slowness. Your knees pressed into the bedding on either side of his waist, and the way his violet eyes widened, pupils dilating ever so slightly, betrayed his inexperience and the nervous excitement he couldn’t hide.

The puppet’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t need to breathe, but somehow, the sensation of you angled above him was enough to make his non-existent pulse race. Something raw and unfamiliar stirred in him, leaving him vulnerable yet captivated.

“What are you gonna do?” Kabukimono asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity as his gaze followed the motion of your hands. They traced along the lines of his stomach over the fabric, ghosting over his ribs before traveling upward toward his chest.

His body trembled under your touch, an unfiltered reaction he couldn’t control—couldn’t even begin to understand. Slowly, your fingers brush the outline of his nipples, the contact sparking unintentional jolts through his body.

“A-Ah!” Kabukimono gasped, his back slightly arching from surprise before falling back down just as immediately. The sensation caused him to stare at you for a moment, both surprised and confused by his own reaction.

You paused as well, fingers stilling on his chest. “How was that?” You asked in a tender tone, watching for any negative reaction or movement he would show.

The puppet didn’t know what to answer at first, his brain still digesting the earlier contact. “It’s different, but not bad..” His hands, previously clutching the sheets beneath you two, now find its way to your wrist, a silent permission for you to continue.

Not needing to be told twice, your fingers continued its ministrations. His nipples hardened from just a slight brush, poking underneath the fabric of his kimono. You rolled the pebbled peaks in between your index and thumb, gently twisting and pinching them to Kabukimono’s preference.

“Hnn..♡ feels nice..” Kabukimono whimpered, back arching closer to your fingers. He hasn’t felt anything this good—besides literally any other affection you’ve given him—and he loves it. It’s confusing, a little overwhelming, but knowing these feelings are inflicted by you.. it allows him to enjoy the intimacy he sees behind it.

You didn’t even need to hear any verbal reaction from him; the way his hands clung tightly to your wrists was a telltale sign of just how much he was enjoying this—perhaps even more than expected.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in another kiss, and he eagerly complied, his trembling body pressing further beneath you. You swallowed every sound he made, each muffled noise vibrating against your lips. It tasted like the unrestrained innocence of someone experiencing this kind of intimacy for the first time.

It was undeniably arousing, however, you knew this is about Kabukimono. You’d put your own needs aside if it meant showing him the depths of pleasure just waiting underneath his fingertips.

You pull away again, gasping for air, and you see him do the same. Was he imitating you or was the puppet actually feeling breathless in his own way? Nevermind that, the sight was enough to spark excitement in your eyes.

“Let me take these off for you,” You say, finally discarding the last layer of his robes. Kabukimono lifts himself to assist you in removing the fabric, his delicate figure finally getting a breather. The pleasure was so good that his own clothes felt too tight around his body.

As soon as you got him naked, you spoiled his chest with kisses, each one a testament of your love and desire for him. Your eyes glanced up to find his own, meeting his glassy gaze in an instant.

Your tongue darts out of your mouth, tracing it to the side before reaching his erect nipples. As you latch on one of them, Kabukimono mewled in a high pitched tone.

“ngHAAh..?!! ♡” Once again, Kabukimono's back arched to your mouth, allowing you to suck on his nipples more. It feels so good, but it looks like he’s trying to move away as well. The confusing mix of ‘wanting more’ and ‘can’t take any more’ seems to be messing with his program.

“T-Too much.. hah.. too good..! ♡” His head thrashed to the side, his indigo hair fanning out on his face and pillow. His hands scrambled to your head, tangling around your hair strands as he anchored himself. “Mmngh.. is it supposed to–hmn!–feel this g-good..?”

You chucked as your tongue swirled around the hard nubs, sending a delightful vibration across his chest before you pulled away. “It is, but if it gets too much, you know the word..” You spoke, pressing gentle kisses on his collarbone, letting him calm down from the high of his pleasure.

“Dearest, please..”

“Hm? Go on, I’m listening.”

“Please.. take off your clothes.. I wanna feel you more.”

His request reminded you that he was the only one bare in bed. You chuckled after sensing both his embarrassment and need. You discarded the top of your clothes, and Kabukimono was quick to feel it with his uncalloused hands. The ball joints of his knuckles felt good to the human skin, like it was massaging you even without the intention.

The puppet pulled you closer, face buried in the crook of your neck as his lips started to imitate the kisses you’ve given him earlier. “Don’t stop yet, please.. the feeling in my stomach hasn’t gone away,” He murmured against your skin, goosebumps forming on your nape from just the vibration of his voice.

You turn your head to look at his legs, it’s shaking slightly and there’s already a noticeable bulge on his underwear. “Don’t worry. We’re not done until you’re satisfied, darling,” You reassured. One of your legs settled in between his, making them spread apart.

You hold him by the waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve as your free hand trails down to his thigh, tracing idle shapes against his supple skin. “Look at me, Kabu,” you whisper, your voice low and laced with affection. His wide, indigo eyes snap to yours without hesitation, filled with trust and an overwhelming vulnerability.

Not a moment is wasted before your lips find his again, the kiss deep and consuming. It almost distracted him from your hand that’s inching closer and closer to his intimate area, settling on his inner thigh. Your thumb then brushes on a damp spot of his garment, receiving an involuntary snap from his hip.

Kabukimono gasped out of the kiss, watching your hand that already pulled away the very last thing that kept him covered. His cock springs free, the length not any bigger than your palm. It’s honestly adorable, making you pause for a moment

“D-Dearest, you shouldn’t– I mean–.. don’t stare so much..” Kabukimono voiced out, quickly covering his small dick with his palm. “I don’t think you should be looking at it..” He adds softly, shying away from your gaze.

His embarrassment only served to tempt you further, drawing you in like a magnet. Maybe it isn’t fair for him to show such an intimate thing while you’re just here, watching over him.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” you said softly, cupping one side of his face and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Here, why don’t I show you it’s nothing to be shy about?”

Kabukimono watches as you offer yourself the same tenderness. His wide eyes follow your fingers, hooking on your lower garments, discarding it the same way you did with his. As your own cock has been exposed out of its confinements, Kabukimono gulped. It’s certainly bigger than his, intimidating yet he doesn’t shy away from it, unlike with his own.

You lower your hips to his, erect cocks touching each other. You start to grind in a gentle manner, frotting against him. Kabukimono moaned at the feeling of being so close to you, his own hips imitating your actions without much thought.

“Nhah–more.. please, more..” Kabukimono whined, his fingers clawing on your shoulders as he tried to ground himself from the overwhelming pleasure of direct contact with your dick. Now how could you deny that cute whine? If anything, it’s turning you on even more.

You reached for his cock, stroking yours with it. “uwAH–!♡ hanggh..~♡♡” Kabukimono jolted from your movement, unsure whether he should chase the friction or run away from it. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as unadulterated moans streamed out.

Kabukimono’s cock starts to leak precum, messing up your palm, wet squelches echoing in the room. You gather the lube, coating your fingers with it before tracing down to his ass. You continue to grind, wanting to keep him suspended in that euphoric state, savoring every moment of his bliss before gently introducing him to another uncharted sensation.

Soon enough, the puppet’s attention falters as he feels one of your fingers circling his rim. He looks at you with a nervous gaze, “Wait, that’s dirty..!” He whispered, despite his comment, he gently rocks back to your fingertips.

You laugh softly, “Relax, darling. I’ll make sure you’ll feel good.” Your index starts to probe inside his untouched hole, the tight muscle fluttering around your digit. Kabukimono’s back arched for the umpteenth time, nails digging further to your skin.

“Feels–weird..hah..” He closed his eyes shut, fighting the discomfort of having something inside his hole for the very first time. You press your lips to his ear, whispering ever so softly for him to relax, that he got this, that he’s being a very good boy for you. He moaned at the praises, the pressure of your finger progressively getting pleasurable as seconds went by.

Once you notice him beginning to relax, the tension in his muscles slowly melting away, you take the silent cue to pump your fingers in and out at a steady pace. You let him get lost in the moment before your middle finger joined in, slowly but surely stretching him.

“Aannnh– that feels.. good..♡” His head falls back, his mouth opening as his moans increase in volume. “D-Don’t stop.. hngh–!♡” His hips rocks back to your fingers, meeting your gentle thrusts. His cock, still pressed against yours, is leaking more than ever.

As you scissor him open, you take the lubricant gel you’ve prepared from the start. You open it with your free hand and smear it on both your and Kabukimono’s cock. He whimpered at the jelly feeling, his small dick throbbing involuntarily.

He looks down and sees you applying it on his ass as well, your fingers gliding more easily now. “That feels–HAmnhh?!♡” You curled your fingers just as soon as he talked, words interrupted by a loud whine. You feel the tip of your fingers rub on something spongy.

“Found it.” You murmured to his ear, watching him writhe as you continuously rubbed his prostate.

His twitching legs wrapped around yours, toes curling from the overwhelming ecstasy your fingers provide. You’re close to the finale and you can’t help but imagine how Kabukimono would react once you’re finally inside him.

Slowly, you pull your fingers out, grabbing his legs to wrap it on your waist. “Mhn.. what are you..?” Kabukimono’s eyes flutter open, following the way you align yourself in between him. “W-Wait! Are you going to.. put it in?” His eyes widened, anticipation and nervousness shining through his pupils.

You scoop him to a soft embrace, placing a peck on his lips. “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle,” You reassured, pressing your forehead against his. “I’ll put it in slowly, tell me to stop if you need a moment.”

The head of your cock traces the rim of his hole, his precum and the lubricant mixing together. Once you feel him ease up, you slowly slide your way inside. Inch by inch, the puppet crumbled underneath you, eyes shut tightly as his tight muscle got stretched by your shaft.

He didn’t speak, too focused on the burning sensation of you pushing inside. You stopped half way through, not wanting to push beyond his limits. “Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out?” You asked in a soft tone, carding your fingers through his indigo locks to comfort him.

Kabukimono stayed still for a moment but shook his head, “I-I’m fine.. hah.. you’re just–mmn–big.” Whimpers start to escape his lips, even with how he’s biting it so hard.

“If you can’t handle it, we don’t have to push it–”

“No! I mean.. no, please.. you’re not all the way in yet, are you? I can take it.. I think.”

The way his eagerness mixed with trepidation had a certain charm to it. He’s always like this—never letting his fears or the unknown sway him. With a soft sigh, you start to thrust yourself in further. “Alright then, relax yourself, darling. You’re doing so good.”

Soon enough, you fully bottomed out inside him, his inner walls clinging to your entire length. "Tell me when you’re ready," you continued, your fingers brushing tenderly against his cheek, tracing the delicate curve of his jawline, “We’ll go at your pace.” His lips parted slightly, a shaky sound escaping as he adjusted to the moment.

Kabukimono nodded, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second before meeting yours again. "I... I think I'm ready," he said, his voice a mix of hesitation and trust.

You smiled gently, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Tell me if it’s too much, okay?" With that, you began to move, mindful of his every reaction, ensuring that he felt safe and cherished.

You start out slow, letting him savor the intimate atmosphere the both of you created. His legs hung loosely around your waist, his body rocking back and forth with every gentle thrust you give. If Kabukimono were to tell the truth, he was waiting for you to hit that perfect spot inside him again—the same one your fingers touched earlier.

He gasped everytime your cock slid back in, even with how deliberate your pace is, it’s enough to break his composure. “M-More..♡ ngh.. don’t stop..♡♡” He’d tell you every now and then, coaxing you to speed up and finally strike that one chord that’s waiting for you.

With his timid voice breaking through the stillness, you paused for a moment, searching his gaze for any hesitation. Finding none, you offered a soft smile, leaning close to murmur against his ear, "As you wish."

Responding to his request, you picked up the pace, your movements steady yet attentive to his every reaction. His fingers clung to you tighter, his breath hitching in rhythm with each motion. “You're doing a good job, sweetheart.” you praised, pressing a kiss to his temple, his soft whimpering a melody you couldn’t get enough of.

Sounds of skin to skin slapping against each other echoes in the room, as well as Kabukimono’s increasing moans. “Ah–ah–ah! Mnhgh feels shoooHNGAHh!♡♡” Finally, your cock has found his prostate once more.

“R-Riggnht theree..!!♡♡” He babbled incoherently, no longer in the right state of mind to tell you how good he’s feeling. You didn’t mind, just the way his inner walls were clenching around you was enough as it is.

The puppet soon becomes a writhing mess underneath you, clinging to your neck with his arms and his legs to your waist, locking and pulling you closer. His eyes have rilled to the back of his head, wanton moans unable to be suppressed.

Your movements quickened, but your care for Kabukimono didn’t waver. His cock bounced in between your stomach and his; every sound he made, every quiver of his body, only encouraged you to shower him with more reassurance.

“You’re incredible,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “So beautiful, so perfect for me.” His hands tightened their grip on your shoulders, his wide eyes filled with both vulnerability and a spark of exhilaration.

“Good boy, taking me so well,” you affirmed without hesitation, kissing the corner of his lips before continuing. “I love you, darling. Always.”

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his body responding instinctively to your touch and your words. “Lov– angh♡♡ yes.. I love you–nnmore, ah!♡” he replied shakily, his voice barely audible.

Kabukimono’s body trembled with every touch, his breathing shallow and erratic as if he were teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. You kept your pace steady, giving him the space he needed while still encouraging him to let go. “You’re almost there, I can feel it,” you murmured, your words a blend of encouragement and affection.

Kabukimono’s head tilted back as he let out a breathless sound, and his hands tightened around you. “I—ah—I feel somethinggh..!” he stuttered, his voice almost breaking under the pressure of the moment.

“Good,” you replied, your own voice tinged with excitement, not just for the pleasure of it, but for the emotional connection of this moment. “That’s it. Let go with me, Kabu.”

With that, Kabukimono’s body tightened around you, his small cock coming untouched. Strings of warm cum spurting out of the slit, landing to his stomach. You followed suit, your movements slowing as you both rode out the euphoric high, clinging to one another as you basked in the aftermath.

The room was silent save for the soft sounds of your heavy breathing, the tension in the atmosphere soon easing down.

After a few moments of silence, you leaned down to kiss him gently on the forehead, brushing a lock of his indigo hair away from his face. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

He looked up at you, his indigo eyes soft and dazed, the lingering shyness and vulnerability still there. “‘m tired.. but good..” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of emotion.

You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Then let’s rest for now. We’ll clean up when you’re feeling better,” You spoke softly, caressing his scalp as his eyelids flutter close.

“Thank you.. I love you.”

“I love you.”

[evenyvn]

All You ; part 05

Idol!San x SingleMom!Reader

Summary : torn between his career and his love life after the backlash he got when his relationship exposed by the media—san fight for both of them, will he win this fight? or will he let go—to protect his career and loved ones?

Cw : she/her reader, sfw, hurt with comfort, angst to fluff, third person POV, ateez cameo, desperate san, reader has a daughter, strangers to lovers, established relationship, mention of disp*tch, paparazzis, harrassment on social media and toxic netizens, LOTS of tears (mostly from san). please give san a hug 😞

honestly idk if i like this chapter or not, it's kinda messy.. but it's our first angst on the series and also our last part of this series (bohoo🍅) don't worry there'll be an epilogue tho (wohooo!), i'm warning you guys ☝san is super desperate in here.

prev — masterlist — epilogue

Dating in secret had its own kind of thrill, especially when the moments were soft, hidden, and full of stolen glances. San and YN had been seeing each other quietly for a few months, slipping into the comfort of familiarity.

San still visited the restaurant often, sometimes helping out in the kitchen or spending hours listening to Hana’s endless stories about school. When the three were together, they felt like a family—imperfect, a little unconventional, but full of heart.

Hana have never been happier, Y/N's heart clenched when she saw the two of her most loved people interact with big smiles on both of their faces.

The woman think about all of those times where Hana often asked where's her dad went—how one of those days she will came home from school, a solemn expression on her usually bright little face as the kids at her school made fun of her for only having one parent.

In all of those years, Y/N begin to try dating once again—not for herself—but for Hana. But it never last for long, until San.

He barge in into her life and her heart like he owns it, and he does.

But of course, sooner or later, secrets have a way of unraveling.

One crisp morning, Dispatch did what Dispatch does best. Photos of San walking hand-in-hand with Y/N, smiling brightly at Hana, were splashed across news outlets. Even when the pictures were blurry and San's features hidden by the mask and sunglasses he wore, people are quick to identified the idol—making the internet exploded.

Fans were split. The media, however, was merciless. The idea of a beloved idol dating, much less dating a normal person and a single mom—was never heard before. Speculation turned cruel. Rumors spun. And soon, angry mobs camped outside the restaurant, cameras flashing through windows, making it unsafe for both YN and Hana.

San’s company confirmed the relationship. The official statement was short but clear: "Choi San is currently in a relationship. We ask for fans’ understanding and respect for the privacy of the people involved."

The backlash was swift. Y/N feared for Hana’s safety more than her own. She sent her daughter to the countryside to stay with her grandmother, away from the mess.

And then, one quiet evening—after a week of relentless paparazzis chasing after her, merciless, and degrading words on social media—she showed up at San’s apartment.

San greeted her with his usual radiant smile a giddy feeling bloom everytime he see the woman, but it faltered the moment he saw her solemn expression.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice lack of the usual warmth that San adored so much, only indifference and seriousness making the younger man's heart dropped to the ground.

Inside, she sat him down. "We should break up," she whispered—straight to the point, eyes everywhere but the man in front of her.

San blinked, stunned. "What? No. Noona, why would you—?"

"This isn’t fair to you, San. Your career—"

"My career means nothing without you in it," he interrupted, desperation cracking through his voice. "You think I care about what people said more than keeping you and Hana safe? I will fix this. Just... please don’t give up on us."

"San- this could not be fixed, there's nothing to fix after all! nothing is broken, it's just- too risky, have you seen those hurtful words thrown upon you?? it will risk your entire career that you worked so hard for!" She heaved a sigh—trying to calm herself as she realized San flinched at her sudden outburst.

"It's best for us to part ways, for you and for me—my family and Hana." Her voice is gentler now—a quiet sniffle from the man echoes through the quiet room, Y/N could feel her heart tightened at the sound, but she refuses to relent—thinking it's the only way to make things right as before.

"We should end this and we'll be back to our normal life, the life before we met, the life before all of this madness."

"But i don't want to live in that life again- i don't think i could, noona." Y/N flinched as she feel San moving closer to her, hands finding her owns, wrapping it firmly with desperation as he kneels between her legs.

"Please... i will try for us, i will do anything to protect us, i promise you i will make things right just—just don't give up on this, don't give up on us"

The woman think for a bit, now staring at the eyes of the man who's kneeling between her legs in front of her—the eyes that she adored so much. There's fear, desperation, and determination on those glassy eyes making Y/N's serious facade falter slightly.

She sigh as her hands move slowly, cupping San's face gently. "Okay. We’ll try. But if it ever gets worse, and there’s no more way out, you have to promise me you’ll let go."

San’s tears spilled as the sniffle grows louder, and he kissed her hands, before leaning up to kiss her cheeks, her forehead. "I promise. I’ll fight. I’ll fight for us." finally—he kissed her lips to seal his promise.

True to his word, San fought harder than he ever had. He went to meeting after meeting with his company. His band members backed him up completely—because they’d seen how happy Y/N and Hana made him.

The conference room felt colder than usual, with heavy silence hanging over the executives and managers sitting across from him.

"Choi San," the head of PR started, adjusting her glasses with a tight frown, "you are aware of the...magnitude of the scandal you’ve caused, aren’t you?"

"It's not a scandal," San said firmly, fists clenched on his lap under the table. "I'm in a relationship. I'm not ashamed of it."

Another manager scoffed quietly. "The public is brutal. You know how it looks—even though our company doesn't have a dating ban but this—an idol, dating a single mother? With a child? It'll look so bad for your image as an idol." San’s jaw tightened. He forced his voice to stay even. "I understand the risks. But I’m not backing down."

An older executive sighed heavily, leaning forward. "We’re asking you to reconsider. End it quietly. Release a statement saying it’s over—that it was a misunderstanding." San felt something in him snap. He stood up, pushing back his chair with a loud scrape.

"No."

The room went deadly still.

San’s voice shook, but not from fear—from anger. "I won't abandon them just because it's easier. I love her. I love her daughter. If you want me to leave ATEEZ, then say it to my face right now." There was a stunned silence. Even the higher-ups didn't expect San to be so defiant. Before anyone could respond, the door swung open.

Hongjoong marched in, face grim. "If you kick him out, you can kick me out too."

"Me too," Seonghwa said, stepping inside a second later.

Then Yunho, Mingi, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Jongho, one after the other, entered the room.

One of the managers paled. "What is this—?"

"It's called defending our rights," Yunho said, voice like steel.

"You can't pick and choose when we’re family," Mingi added. "San's happiness is our happiness."

"Yeah, 8 makes 1 team. Not 7 or less," Jongho said flatly, arms crossed.

"And frankly," Seonghwa added softly but firmly, "if our company can't protect the ones we love, then maybe it doesn’t deserve us."

San felt tears sting his eyes—overwhelmed by the support he hadn't even asked for, but received anyway.

The executives whispered among themselves, thrown off by the group's unified stance. They hadn’t expected ATEEZ to burst into the room.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the PR head spoke again, quieter this time. "We can’t afford a mass scandal," she said. "We’ll...reframe the narrative."

"And?" San pressed, still tense.

"We'll release a statement confirming the relationship and ask for privacy. We'll also add a warning—any harassment toward you, Y/N, or her daughter will have legal consequences."

San’s legs almost buckled in relief, his heartbeat increase as he feel a sudden wave of relief through his body. "Thank you. Thank you for giving me the chance." He bowed deeply, voice cracking.

Hongjoong clapped a firm hand on San’s back. "We’ll handle this together," he murmured.

His band members knew this wasn’t a fling. This was San’s peace, San's family—and they will protect his peace as he did for them, because he is their family, and his family are theirs too.

Eventually after a long hard weeks, sleepless nights for both San and Y/N who's been avoiding crowds and relentless paparazzis who won't stop pestering her or her family, and after a careful consideration—the company finally released a stronger statement to the public : not only would they protect San and Y/N’s relationship, they would pursue legal action against anyone who crossed the line.

San ran through familiar streets, hiding his face under a black cap, sunglasses, and a mask. Passing by a few people, he navigate through the street easily—like he could walk these roads blindfolded by now.

He stopped at the familiar corner, panting. The small family restaurant stood quiet—no customers, no reporters. Just a locked door amd shut windows.

But he knew she was in there. It was her home, after all.

He circled around to the back of the restaurant, finding the back door and knocked a few times. "Love? It’s me, please open the door" he said voice a bit loud with desperation.

Footsteps. His heartbeat quicken. Then the door creaked open—not YN, but an unfamiliar older woman. San's face fell into a disappointment.

"If you're here to ask some more nonsense, just go home! You kids need to learn some decency!" she barked loudly with a huge frown on her face.

San fumbled with his mask and glasses, revealing his face. "I-it’s me. Choi San. I'm here for Y/N—I have good news."

Recognition dawned on the woman’s face. Her scowl softened. "Oh! You’re San? Come in, quickly. It’s not safe to talk out here." She ushered the young man quickly as San sighs in relief.

She led him into the cozy living room of the small house. "She’s been quiet. Sad. But I know she misses you, even if she won’t say it." The woman say gently with a hint of pity and worry in her voice.

San's heart dropped at her words, he really wished he could hold her in all of those time, comforting her and just be by her side—but he knows he couldn't, not for a while as he promised to make things right.

There she was—Y/N, sitting on the couch, a book in her hand. Back turned away from him. San's breath hitched and he swallowed. "Noona?"

She turned at the voice, eyes wide—the book on her hand dropped to the side as she stand slowly "San? What are you—"

Before she could finish, he crossed the room and embraced her tightly. She hesitated, then wrapped her arms around him.

"I did it. We did it," he whispered, voice cracking. Tears begins to flow from his face as the man sobbed softly on his love's shoulder.

She inhaled slowly, processing his words. "We- we did?"

He pulled back, only slightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Still holding her with one arm as if she would be gone the second he let go of her—then he showed her the screen.

It was the company’s recent statement. Clear and strong: protection, privacy, and legal action for harassment. They were safe now.

Her eyes glistened. She looked up at him—at his tired eyes, dark circles evident on his handsome face—tear-streaked cheeks, and that smile that had never stopped loving her.

"Oh, Sannie… you really meant it."

He nodded eagerly, sniffling as he leaned into her touch. He missed this—he missed her. All of those restless nights were finally payed off, he can finally have his career and his loved ones safe.

The couple stayed there, wrapped in each other, as the warmth returned.

The tide slowly began to turn.

Supportive fans outshone the haters. And a few weeks after—the restaurant reopened, quieter but peaceful. Y/N was safer, and Hana could return. The little girl couldn't be more ecstatic when she can finally see San and her mom again, running into Y/N's arms with joyful tears after been separated from her mom for a long time.

And finally—love, after all, had won. And this time, they wouldn’t let it go.

literally the whole chapter : "we'll use the power of friendship" ahh chapter

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[hellsitedotcom]

### Honkai Men & How They Kiss ###

Featuring Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine.

warnings: I only started playing, so this might end up ooc; no other warnings rlly.

english isn't my native language!

''I probably won't get that invested,'' well maybe I should shut my mouth more; bone app the teeth!

DAN HENG

This can both count of just Dan Heng, or Imbibitor Lunae (if you prefer imagining him); I doubt there'd be any difference in their character, which is why I don't feel like specifying - it's up to whoever you, the reader, prefers.

Firstly, I believe that Dan Heng is someone who initiates affection more privately, less frequently or dramatically in public; You'll probably find yourself initiating the majority of your kisses with him!

But, when it does come to kissing, he's a gentle soul; Maybe not even gentle, but...hesitant of sorts. That hesitance does not come from an uncertainty regarding his feelings toward you - I'd call it a...worry, a ''fear'', of sorts.

That aside, there is something that just...makes your heart skip a beat, makes you giddy when he kisses you. Your forehead against his after a long kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling. He's soft, gentle with his kiss.

There's no ''fleeting'' kiss with Dan Heng; he'll either kiss you properly, or not at all. Still, I can see him be someone to kiss your cheek, forehead, or palm/hand - but rather in private than in public!

While some people might see him that way, I personally do not see him as someone who is ''aggressive'' or ''intense'' in a sexual sense during kissing (might also be my aroace ass speaking, idk) - sure, maybe kisses might turn into a slightly heated make out session, but nothing ''extreme''.

When it comes to what kisses he loves, I believe he would enjoy kisses on the cheek, though there is nothing he loves more than feeling your lips on his.

BLADE

I've only met him briefly in-game yet (only now finished the quest w/ the Xianzhou and heading to Penacony), so...I'll try my best, lol.

Before I got into the game again & read some more about him, my initial thought was that he'd be a ''possessive'' person, but I highly doubt that (or kinda...refuse to think that? I dunno), and I'd say he can be...a little of a wildcard?

While I can see him be a ferocious, ''aggressive'' kisser on some occasions, I do believe he can also be found on the other end of the spectrum.

Blade's kisses can be intense, demanding almost, biting down on your lip and clearly asserting dominance while kissing you, making you struggle to keep your balance; He'll whisper to you, speak under his breath while you can barely catch your breath.

Then there's the other end of the spectrum, when his kisses almost seem...fragile? Absent? Like he's...not fully there, or not fully himself. He'll not be one to initiate much affection during this time, which is also how you know that something's currently not right with him.

Last, there are the ''normal'' kisses - no aggression and demand behind them, yet they aren't absent either. A normal, brief kiss that only you can really tell the genuine emotion behind, since to most people Blade's expression would indicate he'd much rather be somewhere else.

When it comes to receiving kisses, I don't think he generally has a preference there? Or would even be big on receiving kisses specifically? At least behind close doors I can see him be someone who'd much rather have you hug him or hold him.

JING YUAN

Ah, Alejandro Saab my beloved; I didn't think I'd love the guy this much when I first started playing, lol.

A confident man indeed, especially when it comes to the love you two share, for your relationship. His genuine admiration and adoration for you are evident to most people, though he knows when to be subtle or act in a way that hides his emotions.

Jing Yuan can be a tease, though mostly behind close doors; He'll have you close, his arm around your waist, his lips hovering above yours, yet he refuses to kiss you, watching you grow impatient as he pulls away anytime you want to close the distance.

When he does kiss you, he does so with passion. His kisses are on the more sensual side, leaving you breathless and longing for more. He'll have you completely undone after just a short makeout session, leaving you with a wink and teasing smirk on his lips.

In private, when you are alone, away from responsibilities and work, when he has time to think, to remember the past...that smirk might still be present whenever you want his attention, but it feels fake. During those times, whenever he'll reach for you to kiss or hold you, he'll be lost in his own thoughts, though you always help him feel grounded, and guide him back to the present.

He doesn't mind initiating affection in public either, though he does...behave himself more, lol; He'll kiss your cheek or the palm of your hand while at a commission, and you can also find him holding your waist when you're out in public - or allowing you to hold onto his arm.

Jing Yuan is also someone that just enjoys quality time; on those rare occasions when you two can relax and cuddle, there is nothing he enjoys more than napping in your arms; And, yes, he loves those sleepy kisses during those times, or in the early morning when you just woke up.

When it comes to your kisses, he prefers soft pecks on his forehead, or all over his face while you are cuddling - though there is nothing he loves more than having you play with his hair while you're cuddling/he's napping.

AVENTURINE

I've not met him yet, but he reminds me of an OC I have, which is why I automatically liked him, lol.

I want to say that he'd flaunt you around, be dramatic about your relationship, but I'm not sure that'd be a smart move, and I'm sure he'd be aware of that...anyway, he's someone that certainly makes love exciting.

He's even worse than Jing Yuan when it comes to his teasing smirk; Yet, he won't really be a tease, but rather more playful in his affection? Randomly slide up to you, twirl you close, brush his lips over yours while talking low before spinning you and then pressing a kiss to your lips, or dipping you and kissing your neck.

Definitely not one to shy away from being affectionate, though it is more on the casual-seeming side in the way he portrays it; He doesn't make a big fuss out of it - kissing you feels like it comes natural to him.

There were moments in which you were laying in his arms and you tried to steer the calm atmosphere in a more serious direction, though that only works up to a certain point with him and then he'll kiss you energetically to distract from that; also enjoys tickling you, but that's another thing.

His kisses vary in their kind; sometimes, they are brief and playful, while other times they are energetic and passionate, and so on. What is it called? A jack of all trades, though that figure of speech isn't entirely accurate, lol.

His public displays of affection are just as unpredictable as his affection in private; sometimes, he does not mind being affectionate around you, though he knows how to judge a situation well enough to hold back, or completely refrain from touching you.

When it comes to receiving affection, he's definitely obsessed with you just showering his face in kisses, sitting on his lap while he holds you close; or when you are cuddling and you just keep pressing kisses to his neck/throat/behind his ear.

[I have a Genshin version for some Men & Women, too]

[bluehoodiewoozi]

Hii!! I just love serenity street 17 so much, the stories are all so wholesome and cute! 🥹

Idk if you're still taking ss17 bonus requests but it would be good to see from Wonwoo and his fiance. It's been a minute since we saw them. Maybe a drabble about them bringing Sock to home?

Hope you are doing great! Lots of love 💕

Hi! Thank you for the sweet words and the request! I hope you'll like it!

Word Count: 772 /// Warnings: none /// requests for more Serenity Street 17 content are open!

“I can’t believe he’s ours,” your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. “Look at him, he’s so tiny.”

Wonwoo would’ve laughed if he wasn’t filled with similar awe and a feeling eerily similar to worry. His eyes were locked on the tiny being, memorising each rise and fall of his tiny chest, and the very pattern of his black fur. “He’s perfect.”

After many weeks of preparation, the two of you had finally brought home your first cat – your downstairs neighbour’s cat’s kitten who had stolen your heart with his white whiskers and loud purrs. Gently pressing him to your chest, you had dutifully refused to let go of him the whole trek up the stairs. Not even your fiancé could be trusted with your new baby; frankly, you weren’t sure you could be trusted with him either.

“Do you think he’ll like his new room?” you wondered, finally daring to let your eyes wander from his fluffy form and onto the decorations of the spare bedroom. 

True to your word, you had let Wonwoo paint the walls red and set up his computer in here. It seemed only fitting to let the new cat have the rest of the room, filled with several cat beds (which you had spent hours picking out at the pet store, with neither of you being able to decide which plush fabric was plushy-er and so you just got all of them), three-story climbing trees, toys and scratching pads. 

You realised that a large box labelled as a bookshelf still remained untouched next to the armchair. The armchair you had started assembling this morning, before giddiness got the best of you and you all but dragged your fiancé down the stairs to Elise’s apartment. You needed to deal with that soon. After you were sure your baby was comfortable in his new home.

This time Wonwoo couldn’t help but snort. “Darling, it’s a cat. He’ll like it either way.”

“What if the red walls are too bright for him? I knew we should’ve gone for the darker burgundy. It feels too crimson in here–” 

“Once again, it’s a cat. I doubt he can tell the difference between crimson and burgundy.” 

(He bit his tongue before he could foolishly admit that he himself struggled to tell the difference. His energy was much more productively spent reaching for the tiny kitten and giving his tummy a gentle scratch.)

Letting out a loud purr, the cat – Socks, as the two of you and his mother’s owner had aptly named him for the white socks his fur formed at the feet – spread out on his back.

You let out an equally loud sound of pure adoration, squeezing your hands against your chest to keep from squishing the new member of your family in an act of cuteness aggression. Your phone was out not long after, the camera app already loading up as you prepared to take as many photos as you could of the adorable sight. Maybe even a video  or five for good measure.

“He’s not entirely black,” Wonwoo noted softly, stroking the small patch of white fur on the kitten’s chest. “At least he’ll be easier to find in the dark.”

“You’d probably find a way to stumble on him anyway,” you grumbled under your breath while adjusting your phone to get the best angle. “God, he’s just perfect from every angle.”

“Of course,” he laughed and nudged your shoulder, “he’s our son after all. He takes after me.”

“You wish. I bet he’s a momma's boy.” You considered for a moment. “Actually, he’d better be a momma’s boy because I’m the one who bought and built him the cat trees!”

He raised a brow. “I helped.”

“You’re just trying to take the credit.” Another worried thought passed right through you. “Do you think he has enough toys? Is two cat trees enough? Should we get him a bigger scratching pad? Oh my god, baby, what if he doesn’t like the food we bought him?!”

His warm hand landed on your shoulder. A kiss was pressed to your cheek. “How about we take a quick family nap and worry about it later?”

“Family nap?” The thought alone made you giddy once again. You leaned into his side, resting your head on his chest as he reclined against the wall. “I knew I married the right guy.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “You haven’t married me yet.”

“But I fully intend to. Soon. You’re not getting rid of me. Ever.” Your eyes fell closed. “Socks can be our ring carrier.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, darling.”

[deadghosy]

How Slytherin boys react to a Coquette or girly girl type girlfriend? Liking bows, plushies, pearls, lip gloss, pink and cute things... And smells like vanilla or strawberries too?

How Slytherin boys react to a coquette lover

Warning: idk this may be bad since I haven’t written a request in months. Modern au, light suggestive, protectiveness and obsessive behavior

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

He’s your dark prince, and your his beautiful princess 🤭

He says he hates that fruity smell of strawberries, but when you aren’t with him. He secretly craves your smell a lot. It’s intoxicating

Definitely the type to see you stare at something long, and he would buy it.

Say you kissed him with a lot of gloss on your lips, he’s licking his lips as he kisses your head💗💗

Possessive over you. Has his hand on your back out in public, he’s not much of a pda person. But if a guy is staring hard at you, he doesn’t waste time to switch sides.

Definitely puts his head in your neck when you’re doing your makeup.

Surprisingly a slight softie with you. Despite his cold charms, you warm his heart up.

“Would you like a bow in your hair dear?”

Mattheo Riddle

He absolutely likes when you kiss him with glossed up lips. He smiles when you kiss his face, it shows off how he’s yours. And he leaves hickeys to show off that your his.

Absolutely obsessed with you. The moment you became his, he was like a snake wrapping around its prey when it came to you. Literally arms wrapped around your body.

Sometimes mattheo is so submissive when you call him your pretty boy, complimenting his eyelashes as he gives you those puppy eyes.

God forbid to get jealous, he gets terribly jealous when some dude will stare at you.

And you know how bad he can get, he once put a guy in a hospital as you had Tom bail his brother out.

It was a funny memory, but god did you find it hot when he got protective about you.

Sometimes when he catches you putting gloss on, he stands behind you and points to his neck.

“I adore how your lip gloss looks on my neck babe.”

Draco Malfoy

He’s spoiling the hell out of you. He loves being your boyfriend, though realistically he hates how much he spends on you and your pink habit

Shoes? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Perfume and lipsticks. All pink all day every day.

He loves how cute you are showing him off your pretty pink sundress. It makes him smile seeing you get so giddy.

“What’s that perfume name? I’ll buy you more of that.” He says as he picks up a small bottle of perfume that you were using.

It smelt so good, and you looked so elegant with those pearls around your neck.

He likes to put them on your neck, with his cold hands touching your neck as well.

“I’ll buy you any pearls you like my dearest..”

Theodore Nott

“My principessa…ti amo.”

That’s what he always says to you as he just adores your style. It’s cute on you and it fits your personality.

The smells of strawberries and vanilla always makes him hungry. You just smells so good.

He brought you a pink bracelet with his initials in them. He was happy that you were even happy that he got you the bracelet.

Definitely gives you princess treatment

The smell of your vanilla perfume and lotion makes his head spin, how could you smell so damn good

“You smell so good, I could just eat you.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

Adores you to the point he would do anything for you.

Pay for your nails, he got it done. Pay for your hair, it’s done sweetheart.

You’re so beautiful it makes his heart melt every time you smile at him.

He always has his head in your neck, smelling into that strawberry scent you have on. Why couldn’t you just stick to him all the time.

Plushies? DONT WORRY! He’s buying you more gorgeous.

Anything for his beautiful girlfriend.

He loves the cute plushies and cute things you wear

It makes him break into his own soft boy era as he will sleep by your plushies waiting for you to come home

And when you do, he gets so happy to see you. Laying his head on your lap.

“Cuddle me like your plushies my love..”

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[kiame-sama]

Goofy imagine, feel free to ignore but like

Tipsy human drunk, having a blast with food and drink starts dancing and vil feeling conflicted because A) beloved human is dancing!!! B) human is tipsy, do they know what the means to harpies ???? (Human probably barely knows the gravity of dancing even when sober so this is a slightly moot point but Harpy vil is a yandere simp running heavily on instincts so y'know) and C) human is not dancing with the greatest rhythm and if they were some other bird he'd have punted them to the moon and back, he's got very very high standards for other birds, but he's very much down bad and he's getting that human addictive aura on full blast

Idk just the idea of human having a great time with some food and drink and then getting a song stuck in their head and getting up to start dancing and singing and vil sitting there like " ah.. you're so lucky I'm so in love with you and your terrible foot work.."

Vil, world class model harpy and diva supreme, watching his giddy human sing and dance while deep in their cups and being like "Awful stepwork, i want you so bad for it though, Let's take this somewhere more private"

It's just very funny to me, rn. Him watching human do a messy dance and belt some very emotional/energetic singing and knowing full well that if this was anyone OTHER than the human he would have them thrown out, but since it's the human he's very much realizing that this even this very ahhh raw spontaneity has its charms.

Feel free to ignore

The Human just casually screwing around and having a grand old time, twitching and swaying off beat, humming out of tune and slurring slightly as Vil stands there, watching them with the most equally lovestruck and equally distressed look on his face. Even when he tries to dance with them, his own steps on time with the music and his movements graceful as can be, his darling is just shimmying and jerking around while giggling. He knows the Human has no idea what dancing with someone means to a Harpy, and were they a Harpy themselves, he would not even tolerate letting them stay with how off beat and out of synch their dancing is. But damn it all if this harpy isn't completely whipped for the Human he adores and treasures. He can't help but smile and feel so lovestruck by their awkward jerking and out of time steps, singing somewhat off key and giggling all the while. He's just smiling adoringly and letting the Human drag him around the dancefloor.

Vil is considering dragging you somewhere private and concealed so he can dance with you to his own beat and let you sleep. He would want to follow through with the intentions behind his dance- after all, Harpies usually view dancing as a step towards mating, and he certainly wants to think you are trying to mate him- but he knows you aren't in your right state of mind and he won't take advantage of that. He is a proud and vain Harpy, but he would rather you be fully aware of his affections when he finally gets to have you.

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Giddy ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 550

Note: Idk the stance ppl have on fanfics abt Kit, but I've seen countless abt Tom Holland or Chris Evans so yk

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

It was late in the evening

Kit had just gotten back from filming, he was so tired it was adorable

"I don't even have it in me to shower, darling..." Kit groans, his face mellow and tired

"I mean you do you babe, but you won't be cuddling me tonight if you don't shower" you tease your boyfriend

The ginger feigned offence jokingly and hugged you tightly

You look up at your boyfriend and kiss him, but as he deepened the kiss, you pulled away and patted his back

"C'mon, shower time big boy~" you joke

Kit groans as you turn around towards your bed, he goes to leave for the shower but not before giving your ass a slap

"Oi!" You shout I shock

"Haha~ I love you, Darlin' " he shouts from the bathroom

"Love you too... idiot" you mumble as you change into your pyjamas

A cute set that Kit picked out for you, satin, expensive

A gift for your one-year anniversary

You lay in bed, scrolling on your phone as you wait for Kit to get out of the shower

You listen to the sound of the water, drowsiness evident in your eyes as you fight to stay awake

Your eyes snap open when you hear the bathroom door open

Fuck was your boyfriend hot...

Kit was dripping wet, literally

A white towel sloppily wrapped around his waist, barely being held up by his hand

The ginger's abs and pecs were on full display, drops of water on him, his hair darker from the water and dripping onto the floor

"Smash" you say, biting your lip at your boyfriend

He chuckles "I could say the same about you... I love it when you wear those pyjamas"

You two act as if you have been married for years, the ideal picture of a domestic couple

Just too cute

You watch as Kit tiredly puts on some plaid pyjama bottoms and moves towards the bed

"Ah ah! Dry your hair, you don't wanna catch a cold" you say as you point to Kit's sopping hair

Your boyfriend groans tiredly as he dries his hair with his towel

Finally, he crashes onto the bed

You giggle at his actions and put your phone on charge as Kit gets under the covers

"I've showered, so I don't expect you to leave my grasp tonight, darling~" Kit jokes, wrapping his hand around your waist and under your leg, pulling you onto him

You lay your head onto your boyfriend's bare chest, hand on his other pec

"Goodnight, Kit..." you mumble, closing your eyes

"Goodnight, love" he smiles, arms around your waist, his other behind his head

"Babe, what is it? I can literally feel you smiling" Kit mumbles

"It's nothing haha... I just love you so much..." you whisper

"I love you too... if it weren't for you... I don't think I could have continued with acting" Kit whispers and kisses your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo

"Now go to sleep, dipshit" Kit whispers with a chuckle

Now, you were smiling because you loved him... but also

TITTIES

Resting your head on your boyfriend's huge pecs made you smile uncontrollably

Something you weren't ashamed to admit, but you felt it wasn't appropriate to say in the moment

[miguel-owhora]

SYNOPSIS — back on my jessica rabbit!miguel bullshit 😮‍💨

TYPE — spitball

WARNINGS — 18+ , trans!miguel , established relationship , deepthroat , blowjobs , cliffhanger

MORE — hgnghd. might add on idk im titeddd

idk out the usual shit here i forgot what it says ill put it later in the morninv

TAGS — ill put them later

I'm back on my Jessica Rabbit!Miguel AU. who asked? absolutely no one but here i am

Thinking about Miguel w Jessica's whole vibes. He's a stunningly, breathtaking beaut of a man, with a waist so holdable, an ass so biteable, and a pretty face you'd love to just cum all over. It's a shame that Miguel holds him in high regards, and has well enough money to make you disappear if you make him far too uncomfortable.

Plus, he's happily married to you.

A feeble, rabbit, meek of a man half the size of Miguel. You're a clutz, you're dumb, you're too childish - literally. You have the same mechanisms as a cartoon character; you've pulled literal hammers from a pocket and all sorts of things that left others baffled. They look down on you, judge you, scrutinize you with their eyes and judgement.

But not Miguel.

Not Miguel who grows soft and a smiles a bit more whenever he's around you, who gives you every bit of his attention when he's with you. Who kisses you so softly on the cheek, who'll whisper words into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, and give you a seductive look when you go warm and start to stumble over your words. Not Miguel who'll swipe a finger over your shoulders and whisper into your ear, "Follow me, I have a little gift I want to give you."

And who are you to disobey your husband? Like the lovesick fool you are, you follow after your husband like a dog, pupils heartshaped and cartoonish little hearts bubbling from your head, letting him drag you away.

In the privacy behind closed doors and drawn blinds, Miguel sits between your legs. He keeps eye contact as he bobs his head up and down your throbbing, fat cock, slurping obscenely and moaning - not just for show, but also to show how delicious you taste, how addictive it is. His eyes glitter red with fondness and lust, slowly swaying his hips as he nurses your cock down his throat.

Drool drips down your length, teeth gently biting down on your hand to muffle your moans. You're beyond flustered, balls pinching, and Miguel suddenly deepthroats it and rolls your balls between his hand, and it's enough to get you to shoot down his throat.

"Cream cake," Miguel smiled, licking his lips clean of cum and spit, grinning up at your dazed expression. His hand slowly jerks at your cock, keeping it hard. "My favorite."

Suddenly, Miguel moves and clambers onto your lap, now looking a little bit flustered. And it's then you realize, with a raw hint of giddiness, how his bare pussy drips onto your cock.

"But not as much as I adore creampies." Miguel purrs, rocking down your cock.

[icomeandg0]

Dyk Vio? The Smart Part Of Four Well I came To Ask For a Request From Him Specifically And I've Been Thinking About Him Lately And I just Want To Fill Him With So Many Kisses That He gets Dizzy And Dumb

And My Request Is Exactly That, Where Reader Kisses Him So Much That He Gets Drunk With Love Idk I Like The Idea Of Making The Intelligent One A Little Stupid

Hi Anon! Sorry for such a long wait, I'm here to deliver a request that was long overdue.

Enjoy it though and I apologise if he seems out of character.

Content under cut:

Could you really blame yourself for wanting this?

Your boyfriend, Four—or well should you say boyfriends. The colours had split after a little miscommunication, All angry at one another for silly, petty reasons might you say.

Red, Green and Blue had all left the comfort of your house leaving the lonesome yet calm Vio on the couch reading as per usual. "Whatcha all fighting about now?" You questioned which he only hummed. "Nothing important, silly bickers amongst us. It'll pass" Vio flips to the next page of the his book.

"Whatcha reading?" You asked as you sat down beside him, taking a peak at the cover. "Old Hylian history, something you obviously won't be interested in" Vio says, on purpose just to tease you which made you huff. "You're right. That sounds really boring, we could do something much more fun." You suggest with a cheeky smile which caused him to glance your way.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Vio asked, licking his finger before turning the page.

"Well, since you guys have spilt I realise just how much time I spend away from each of you individually. Of course I spend all my time with Four but with you all one by one? I don't recall our last conversation"

"Hm, it's just more rational. So none of us get jealous of the other and we all have our own share." Vio answers simply. "Plus, why are you bringing this up now? You trying to butter me up or something?" Vio teases which made you grin.

"Well, we're alone. House to ourselves and we don't know how long the others would be until they come back" you say in an innocent tone but your suggestive words said otherwise. "They'll probably be back in an hour or so—" "So we have an hour? Better be quick. Stay still" "What? Stay still—"

He's quiets down when he felt your lips against his. He felt hesitant at first, sure he's kissed you before but only when he's Four...This was new, sorta?

However it doesn't take much for him to come to his senses as kiss you back, cupping the side of your face gently. He felt all giddy inside, this makes him feel so alive. You move forward, shifting your body across his lap so that you were now straddling his lap while wrapping your arms around his neck.

The sensation was overwhelming, overpowering but he didn't want it to end. However, pulling away for a quick breather you looked down on him. How adorable he looked, looking up at you and panting slightly, already so heated and you only gave him one kiss! You didn't say anything, however you leaned down and peppered his skin with light kisses, making sure to brush over his lips a few times making him jolt with excitement.

"Just a few kisses and you look a bit flushed" you comment with a knowing grin which made him huff. "Don't tease me." Vio huffs as his pale cheeks were dusted with a pink hue. Capturing his lips in an unexpected move made his heart beat quicken, never have you been this bold before. Kisses he was used to receiving were tender and careful, these kisses now are filled with passion and heat, he craves for more.

It was honestly so cute how quick he went from being 'calm and collected' to a complete flustered mess.

10 minutes have passed.

20 minutes have passed.

30 minutes have passed.

40 minutes have passed.

A long, torturous time for Vio. Being coddled and loved on like never before. He looked drunk...drunk in love. His hands squeeze your hips as if a sign for you to continue on with your delicious kisses he craves but you only giggle. You would teasingly move in close to his lips and move back when he leans in, poor boy. Getting his hopes up~. He would whine and try to pull you in, you were thinking about giving him a few more kisses until you looked at the nearby clock.

Sheesh! 40 minutes gone by already?

"Should we wrap things up? The other boys may come back any second now, wouldn't want them to catch us" you say teasingly. Vio glances at the clock. "Knowing them, they'll be back around in 10-20 minutes..." he informs.

"Not much time, huh? Just when I was having fun too" You smile as you went to get off his lap but instead his strong arms  were now wrapped around your waist pulled you in. "Let them see, if anything 10-20 minutes is long enough for me to finish what you’ve started”

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Honestly, this is my first time with such a request like this so I hope it was decent!

Guilty because I’ve had this in my drafts for a while but I wasn’t sure if it was good enough or if it was out of character.

[epiphainie]

i think one of the reasons why i'm so giddy about how buck's infatuation with tommy has been played by the show is because i want buck to be stupid in love with someone again. like i'm not gonna pretend buck being bi and with a man now is not an allure in and of itself, this fandom has always been dominated by mlm shipping so idk why that's thrown people's way like an accusation, but personally i, the number one fan of how buck looks when he affectionately kisses someone and how he watches them when they're talking and how he strokes their hair just casually and how he goes out of his way to just adore them, want to see him be insanely in love again. it's been soooo long since abby and like i didn't even care about that relationship that much but i literally tear up thinking about how much he loved abby sometimes, man, like just the way he loves, you know? and i wanna see that again, fuck, because while it's controversially if bucktaylor doesn't have any fans i'm dead yadda yadda here on my part, we haven't seen buck be sooo infatuated and adoring with her like he was with abby and he couldn't have that with ali, natalia, or lucy either and goddamn i just want to see buck be in love again