#mmm that undercut

[kingdaddydaichi]

Biting my lip 🫦

no thoughts only osamu ※ no republication without written permission.

[tootiecakes234]

A continuation of Bakugo’s transformation story.

*this will pick up from Katsuki coming over to you and Mina.

“Hey I need to talk to you.” Katsuki says as he walks up to you and Mina. Not even giving either of you a greeting.

“Um, do you not see us having a conversation?” You ask him.

“Exactly, like I’m standing right here.” Mina said circling around Bakugo because he hasn’t even glanced in her direction.

“Yea, yea. I’m sure which ever celebrity you two are gushing over can wait until later.” He grunts.

“Oooop. He’s got us there. Are we that predictable??” Mina asks pretending to be surprised.

“Yes. Now let’s go.” And that’s the end of that because now he’s pulling you behind him and all you can do is try to keep your footing following in his steps.

“Jeez, slow the hell down. My legs are not as fucking long as yours.” You mutter as he continues to drag you.

“Not my fucking fault that you’re fuckin short.” He says and you can hear the smug smile on his face.

“Im only a couple inches shorter than you. One good pair of heels and I’d be looking down on you.” You inform him politely.

“Yea, like you’re gonna put on a pair of heels🙄”

And then you’re being pressed up against the wall while he hovers in front you.

“So what’s so impor- mmmhh”

Your words are cut off as he presses his lips against yours. You’re shocked initially but then you feels his lips moving against yours. All you can do is melt up against him.

Down bad doesn’t even begin to describe it.

After a minute or two he pulls away from you breathing deeply. It takes you both a moment to catch your breath.

“Is that really the important thing you had to tell me??” You manage to breathe out when your mind finally catches up to the situation.

“Mmm.. that felt important didn’t it?” He asks with his voice all husky.

You answer him quickly, “not important enough for you to be stealing me from my friend.”

His face pulls into a cute grin, “You say that, but you’re rubbin up against me like a cat.”

You then realize he’s right. Your arms are up on his shoulders while your hands rub up and down his undercut.

You try to pull back to correct this but steel hands land on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Where the hell do you think you’re goin? I still got important thing to discuss with you.” And then he’s leaning back down to meet your lips.

You can’t stop the smile that forms on your lips.

You’re both are so whipped and you both know it, but also refuse to admit it.

[acetrek]

Scared to get a haircut because I know the hairdresser is gonna make me look feminine which I do not want!!!

[sugurusyndrome]

cw/tags: househusband!nanami, fluff, smut, fem!reader

— oh househusband!nanami my love…

househusband!nanami initially resisted the idea of being a stay at home husband when you first proposed it. aghast, he might even say. he couldn’t fathom the possibility of being dependent upon your income. not that his masculinity was threatened or anything of the sort. you were the one supposed to be spoiled while he does the hard work.

your husband was traditional in a quite endearing sense. bless his giant heart and his even bigger cock.

“darling, i want to do this. for us,” you had gently insisted. reaching forward, you took off his spectacles and brushed a hand around his cheek. “you deserve to be pampered, too.”

househusband!nanami was exhausted from the long hours over many years and he knew his wife was sorely aware of that fact. he leaned into your touch, hazel eyes slipping shut.

“alright, my love.”

it took some adjusting to his new role during the first few days. when your alarm rang, you swiftly silenced it so he wouldn’t wake up. looking over your shoulder, you find his side of the bed empty.

househusband!nanami had gotten dressed as usual before remembering he didn’t need to work anymore. instead of going back to bed, he whipped up a breakfast feast fit for a queen. he also sent you off to your big-shot job with a kiss and your lunch.

soon enough, this became a routine. a hearty breakfast followed by a “see you later” kiss—kento didn’t like saying goodbye, it’s always “see you later.” househusband!nanami wanted to bring a smile to your hectic days so he stuck an adorable note in his neat handwriting squarely on your lunchbox. he never ran out of words to express his love for you.

househusband!nanami was finally able to tackle the books that had accumulated on his side of the bedroom but never had the chance to read. you could only imagine how he looked like, all cozy. in the nook of the living room where the sun shone best, he had one leg tucked under his body with his glasses perched on his sharp nose.

when he was not devouring words, househusband!nanami was taking himself on a stroll in the neighbourhood with a cup of a pick-me-up coffee. once, he passed a park and sat at a bench watching the mothers playing with their children with a soft smile. however, he quickly walked away because he realized his presence as a sole man just lingering at the edge of the park might be a cause of concern for the mothers. you giggled later over dinner when he recounted his thoughts to you. what a thoughtful man you married.

you wanted to give him 10 children.

if not books or a stroll in the neighbourhood, househusband!nanami was doing his duty ever so happily between your legs.

"k-ken..." you whimpered, back arching gracefully while your nails scraped his undercut in a way that made him growl into your pussy. he knew how much you loved the vibrations as much as he went crazy for your nails on his scalp. "missed this pussy today....mmm...” he captured your clit in a wet, hungry kiss. “take tomorrow off for me, sweetheart.”

this part of the night quickly cemented its spot as his favourite. to absolutely neither of your surprises.

househusband!nanami became fast friends with the owners of your favourite bakery. they already knew him from his frequent visits after his long shifts to pick up something sweet for his wife but the more he hung out there, the closer he got with the bakers. you were particularly fond of the strawberry shortcake from there and what did he do? oh yes, he learned how to make it. everything was from scratch down to the syrup. by the end of it he was sticky but super excited to surprise you with it for your birthday.

"honey, those better be happy tears," he chuckled, drawing you into a tender hug. either that, or the cake turned out to be a disaster.

"of course they are, kento!" you blubbered in his chest. strawberry syrup and whipped cream was smeared around your mouth, mixing with your tears.

oh, how you adored this man to his bare bones. and he devotedly breathed in the very air you exhaled.

[roeverthemoon]

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[000jeon]

Focused on her

mature: graphic detail.

synopsis: He had always been a master of concentration, but the sight of you in that black, figure-hugging dress was enough to shatter his focus. The way the fabric clung to every curve of your body, accentuating your shape, was simply irresistible. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made for you, and him alone. Every inch of his being was drawn to you, he found himself struggling to keep his eyes off you and had to his frustration out in other than boxing gloves. So about a leftover spiked condom in his leather wallet he had left from previous nights?

aged jungkook au! complicated friendship au! Roommates!

contains: oral, smut, dirty talk, tattooed JK, pierced JK, not as much plot but plot, dub-con, Dom jungkook, sub reader, ball sucker, coy reader, slight pinning, wall, floor, verbal jk, the reader isn't as verbal, jk focused, jk is very imaginative, in love jk, cursing, daydreamermer, face sitting (m), the reader isn't on bc, mentions of pregnancy, crempie, cumshot, blowjob, rounds, he is big, w.a.p.

Sweat glistened down his towel-wrapped forehead and rolled down his chin and neck as if melting underneath the warmth of the sun. His stamina and determination kept him going for hours at a time, taking a break every second to see what you were up to In the living room as he practiced alone. Typically he'd go down to a trainer or have him over, but due to severe rain pour and storm, it was best to cancel and take precautions for both parties.

You on the other hand took the opportunity to go through your clothes and see what could be donated. He never minded you stripping naked in front of him, allowing him to view you in such a relaxed state and you never hesitated to ask why. Was it because like his friends he was a pervert or because it was just a woman's body and he shouldn't huff and puff like a dog wanting a chew toy? You never knew and you never gave it a second thought.

With a loud smack coming from an undercut against the 6'0ft punching bag, he whipped his chin using his tattooed sleeve arm and continued working on his strength. Continuing he took his gloves off with his teeth and placed them besides his hip, giving himself a break to drink some water and sit on the little black padded gym bench he bought recently. With your back towards him, he took the opportunity to check your ass in your panties out and smirk to himself while he quietly took a small spit to drink.

Curious about why you were slowly bending down to pull something up he soon realized the dress had small chains of gold around the midsection of the dress and he practically held in a laugh at how you thought aloud of how delicate the seems were. Within another sip the dress was under your breast and almost completely on besides the spaghetti straps that looked like they needed to be clasped by another.

In amazement, his eyes raised and mouth slowly hung as he watched in awe of your beauty and amazing figure. Was it the ideal body you'd see marketed no, but the way your body hugged and tugged at the dress made him rethink his life choices of women in an instant. Once again shaken to his core, he stood up and walked over to help you clasp the back of the dress, his height leaning over your smaller frame and taking a peek at your breast naturally sitting comfortably in the dress.

With a wrap around your waist, he turned you, softy. With fear your eyes expanded wide like dear in headlights afraid he'd stupidly break it, but instead gave you more breathable room and adjusted the dress with a smile he wasn't aware he wasn't hiding from you.

"mmm, you think I could take you somewhere nice in this. It's a shame you've never worn it until now," he mentions, backing up to get a better view of the dress. Looking up at him you could see his gaze dancing to the slight sparkles that shined ever so softly in the living room light.

With a faded smile you look down and sigh saying "I've never felt confident with anyone enough to really show it off, so I hid it until now I suppose." Ignoring his offer due to the last bit of his speech, he walked up and lifited your head a bit with a sweaty finger.

"let me be the confidence you need, I'd train harder to protect something as bright as that smile when you turned around in that dress" he mentions, his heart fluttering more than yours at a soft compliment. Taking a moment he realized what he had uttered and pretended to cough to the side in his arm.

Flustered he tried speaking and only studdered words came out and was embarrassed. Taking a breath in, he smiled and gain a slight composure to excuse himself to what he believed was a full sentence.

"I'm going to uh, yeah. I'll -" he stopped himself, walking off itching his hair as he walked back to the puffy cool new gym bench. Flustered himself, that giggle you let out killed him and he knew it was about to haunt him for days of how he messed up a cool moment like that.

Undoing the towel wrapped around his head, he sighed and smelled it. It wasn't very noticeable but it was time to wash his hair. Which to him was a blessing sent from above or love itself, a moment he could hopefully steam out his head as he washed his worked-out bodys trophie of sweat and pride out his pores or so he thought.

He thought the cold water would stop the thoughts of taking you out as friends to a dinner, to show off your curves. As friends to a fancy 5 star restaurant in Seoul, he'd have to book now to see you in that dress again. But the one thing that made the water run warm was the thought of watching the dress fall down your body like a melted white chocolate fountain. A fountain he'd pour over you if you gave him one day, a night, and even the chance. Something his mind was begging for at this point.

Turning the water to warm, he gently hit his head against the wall in frustration and desperation at that point in time. He wanted to last one more hour to make it four with boxing, but damn if he did it's be obvious on how he felt about the dress on your body and there would be no way of getting out of being teased for months on bodily functions.

Couldn't help he liked what he saw, it pumped more thrill in his body to watch you turn your back away from him then to finally land that harsh punch he's been aiming for all day. And that was bad, very bad. He could trip over thoughts as he was over you. Was he in love or just desperate or maybe both? Not a teenager anymore, but grown enough to acknowledge that his heart dipped lower than his chest and throbs at the sight of you at times. Something he kept secret and hideen if possible, very hidden..

With a last scrub and the daily shower confession, he assumed he was clean of rightfully lustful thoughts until he walked out in a towel to his imagination of the black dress falling at easy down your body. He gulped and quietly made it to his room in search of clothes and franticly looked for clothes to go out in.

"gah, fuck this" he cursed aloud, pulling his shirt down as looked for clothes and ways to get that image out his head. Infact he needed to get out of his head, out of his apartment as he searched for boxers and his pants, and his wallet in a hurry.

"why me?" He whined to himself silently as he fell dramatically on the bed in a pain only you could fix. Reaching for his wallet in defeat he felt a circle like dent and remembered he kept a condom in there incase the day you wanted to get spicy with him out side of his head he'd be ready. Was he ready if that ever happened. Sighing he took the condom off and placed iton his bed side counter.

"it's pouring outside, wet. Wet like- ugh" he slapped himself slightly on the forehead. "What am I doing wrong with my life" he groaned sitting up and gaining the mental strength to go back out to see you. Which he did, to only find you ordering a pizza online without him.

"Ya" he yelled loudly scaring you as you jolted towards him on the bar stool to face him.

"Without me you jerk. First, you surprised me with the dress and now you're ordering without me, is this how I'm being kicked-"

"No you're not being kicked out, you purchased the place, and two, I just got the website. It's late, cold and I'm sure they will happily deliver here. So here, look and order with me. We get wings half off today." you mentioned getting up In your set pajamas and shoving your iMac laptop in his face.

Grabbing it with thanks he ordered his half added more items and placed his credit card in the order so you wouldn't have to pay before handing it back.

"Thank you jungkookie oppa!" you teased seeing the uncomfortable scrunched face he let as he regretted coming out here. Laughing, you ordered some drinks from another website to come and eveuting wa settled to come withing 45mins to an hour, which could increase due to the storms harshness.

"Is this where we play games and head back to" he jokingly questioned pausing as you got on your knees in front of him. Blinking several times he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or just maladaptive daydreaming again. Looking down he saw he wasn't and his Best friend of 20 years was on her knees looking at his Bonner like it was meat on a menu.

"Why not skip to the fun part of waiting," you softly bit down on your glossed lower lip as he gulped in anticipation.

"Maybe the wait is worth the fun in the end?" He lets out a deep huff of warm air backing up a bit in sheer awkwardness. It wasn't like he didn't want you, it was more he didn't like the way you started it when he could've 'man up' and started it himself. It was his erection anyway.

With a hand offered to help you up, you gratefully took it and he used it to pull up and close to his chest. Breathing heavily out of shock, your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his as he smirked in a smile.

"One thing to know about me is I like taking care of others, I want to have the lead, and those soft pleading eyes you're giving me are driving me crazy right now" JK mentions, lowering his head down so his lips could meet with yours but only keeping them an inch away for added suspense.

"then I'm glad I've always listened to you, to every word and command you've asked of me thus far" you gulp, lips quivering in need of attention. With that in mind, his head slightly turned and yours did too without breaking the small gap between his throbbing lips and your slightly quivering ones. A distance he shortly after broke, with his hands feeling around your back before bringing his arms around in a comfortably tight embrace around your hips.

Moaning from the tug and the great relief of broken space, he drank up the vibration and used it to fuel his lustful fire below. One that could be felt pushing against your pelvis as if asking on his behalf for more, for consent of the obvious.

Wanting more, he kissed vigorously. Their lips moved from the pace of uncertainty to tongue exploring the edges and buds of your own as his heart pounded from the excitement of your arms wrapping around his neck loosely like his thin silver chain with a gem pendant you bought him for his birthday years ago.

The birth gem necklace he swore to himself to wear religiously every day. The one he didn't put on today, in an attempt to run away from your hold. To only be wrapped around your embrace, just like the necklace.

While he tries to calm himself before making any long-term decisions with you. He knew that was a promise he couldn't keep with himself as he ached for something long-term and his body was pushing him to. Meanwhile, with his heart controlling his movements now, he started to walk you over to the closest kitchen wall in sight to corner you. To trap you in his warm-hearted embrace the same way the thought of you, your body, and your whole existence did to him mentally.

With the kiss naturally breaking off, he moved his lips around your jaw and pushed any fly hair strands away as he made his way to your neck. Gripping his shirt, in the back his mouth drooled over it in need as he applied rough pressure in the crook between your jaw and neck. With a burning desire he build higher than the pyramids of Asia, you pulled his shirt up and gripped his skin. A bright hue of red plastred on his cheeks as he marked other places on your shoulder of him.

"so much pleasure" you whined quietly, your words loudy admitting to the idea of how sensitive you were to every touch of his on your body. A sentence he repeated mentally as he pulled off to see your pleading state of your face and lips.

"Good, I wanted that" he chuckled at your need for intimacy. Whilst eyeing you carefully watching for your aroused response to his movements, he gripped the hemming of his shirt to pull over and throw off to the side of you. In all its glory, his upper body was indeed muscular and slimmed. A pack of 8, along with his biceps were seen more clearly as you walked your eyes down and around his bare uper torso.

"keep them lowered for me only" Jungkook insisted, pulling his shorts and leaving him in his ballooned underwear for your visual pleasure. A moment- wait no a sight you never thought you'd see like this. Moving your gaze back up, caused him to tilt your head back down to look.

"never said to look up, so keep your eyes lowered" he leaned in your ear to say. With a nod, you saw him lower his body to his knees and pull both layers of pajama pants and underwear down to reveal a slight bush. Embraced you covered yourself modestly with shock as he pushed them away and lifted one of your legs on his shoulder.

"looks good, so it'll taste good," he says, tongue slowly brushing and coating his lips in hunger as much as wetness as he leans his nose forward more. With a lookup of yes, you nodded and soon gripped the jet-black strands of his hair as his lips collided with your folds. Tongue lathering your juices around your clit as his hands held your hips still and close as he sucked and teased the floods and your nerve with ease. Arching, you felt the release of wetness drip along your thighs as he continued to lick his deep coral-pink tongue around the nub as his lips attached to your labia with thirst.

Moaning at almost an uncontrollable pace, you tugged and played with stands of his washed musk musk-smelling hair as your mouth felt like it was being held open for you in need. Pulling away softly, he made his eyes make contact with yours as he continued to orally fuck you to insanity before pulling off at any side of orgasm as he could feel the convulsions of your opening with ease and with some experience and a vague memory could tell the difference between one cumming and having an orgasm. A feeling he could sense was near.

Completely coming away from you, he caught you in his arms as your Legs buckled and gave up on standing on him. With a smile, he laid you on the thankfully clean, but cold white-lined tile floor and even placed his shirt under your head for a slightly better experience. Pulling his underwear off he threw them and eventually kneeled himself over your mouth, shaft in hand as his hard on faced towards your tits.

"get me even more excited for your mouth" he requests, your tongue like his earlier licked to become wet to provide a more comfortable experience for both of you. Thankfully JK decided to spend a few minutes trimming himself a bit in the shower as it was overdue for him, something you didn't mind not caring long as he was sexually clean. Something you knee from the constant lack of lotion in the bathroom and your bottles disappearing out of sight .

Succking on one side of his balls, you were glad they weren't too big to suck and roll around in your mouth as he jerked his cock in pleasure. Pulling up your shirt, he saw your breasts once again in a relaxed state and jerked and toyed one handily at them in ecstasy.

"so good" he breathed out heavily, cock heavy in his hands as he jerked over your breast harder in delight. It wasn't like he needed the extra help, but fuck if he had the chance to jerk himself over your pretty breasts he'd take it with no questions asked. Another fantasy fulfilled to him. Pulling himself off of you he stood up and helped you up to strip you of your top.

"fuck there's no way I'm letting your body get pleasure on this floor baby. You deserve somewhere warm and cozy, like my bed to lay on" he insists, taking your hand and urging you to his room. You gladly followed behind him as he rushed the both of you to the bed.

With the shut of the door and the flick of his warm-toned mood lighting. His bedroom was lightly illuminated with a warm yellow glow. Laying on the bed, he thought about a blowjob first but realized saving it for the end was more worth it as he knew how much of you he could handle before leading to his own orgasm.

Turning you over with light force, you laid on your belly and he handed you a pillow for added pleasure as you placed it under your pelvis. Waiting as he was you were getting adjusted completely, he tore his spiked, lubed, and internally ribbed condom and shuttered in slight coldness as it went down his shaft. Ready as you were, he soon pined your legs down and wanted to do things in prone bone style jungkook version than anything. Besides your ass in his eyes was meant to take it face down like this.

With his chest now hovering above your back, he placed his tip on the entrance of your cunt as he held himself in a somewhat of a one-armed plank position to do so. Kissing your upper back he warned you his cock was a large size to take. Which you believed based on how tight his boxers were on him minutes ago and the sound of him jerking wasn't light. With that in mind, he softly slid just his tip in before going into a full plank-like stance above your back as he introduced his protected cock to your warmth.

With the sound of painful pleasure coming from your lips, he stopped and allowed his hips to roll his tip in circles to get you accustomed to his cock. A feeling both mentally and physically arousing to both of you. After about 3 mins of him rolling his tip in and back kissing, he was able to inch his way deeper into you which caused him to panic at the feeling of walls tightly gripping and sucking him in with urgency.

"I'll pay for plan b if I fuck up and more if that doesn't work" he assured, knowing he's gonna wanna take that condom off to feel skin to tissue any minute.

Part 2: coming soon

M.LIST

[nikguhsworld]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎀୧⋆ ˚｡⋆MOVIE WITH GOJO⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🎀୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪...contents : gojo x fem! reader, smut, horny reader, praise, missionary, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, princess, beautiful, pretty), begging, teasing, gojo loves praising you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪...notes : this is my first writing so pls be nice lol😭

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you and gojo had been laying down watching a movie for the past thirty minutes. as much as you love cudling with him, you simply couldnt fight how horny you felt. the way his arm was wrapped around your waist, warm breath tickling your neck and chest pressed up again your back definetely wasnt helping either.

you slowly started fidgeting against him, moving your hips in circular motions to get his attention. he shuffled slightly, assuming that you were moving around to try and get comfortable but when your hips didnt stop moving he realised what you were up to.

"baby what are doing?" satoru whispered softly, you could feel him grinning against your ear. "mmm, nothing," you muttered in the most innocent voice you could. " just getting comfortable."

"you sure?" he teased "if somethings wrong you can tell me you know ." he knew exactly what was wrong, he just wanted to hear you say it.

satoru loved hearing you beg for him. he would purposely ignore when you were horny until you told him directly and even when you did he would tease you until you were begging him to fuck you.

"im sure," you answered. he didnt say anything back, he just pulled you closer and rested his head against your shoulder. you continued grinding your ass against him, switching your movements from side to side to in a circle every once in a while.

satoru tried to act like you werent affecting him, but the way his grip on ur waist had tightened, his breathing had gotten deeper and his dick was now ridiculously hard told you everything you needed to know.

all this wasnt just for him. with each movement, you found yourself getting more desperate for his touch. it took everything in you not to turn around and tell him how badly you needed him, but satoru was constantly teasing you so you continued teasing him.

satoru was still trying hard not to give into you. his head was burried in your neck, eyes closed trying not to groan into your skin. his grip on your waist was beginning to get painful and so was your aching clit.

you grabbed his hand and moved it down into your panties. his head immediantly lifted from your neck and as soon as he felt how wet you were he snapped.

he turned you around to face him before smashing his lips into yours. usually his kisses were soft and gentle to begin with but this one was rough and sloppy. his hand gripped your ass harshly causing you to moan. he used this as an oppurtunity to swirl his tongue around your mouth, taking in every bit of your taste.

"is this what you wanted?" he spoke as pulled away to lay you on your back and climb on top of you. "answer me princess, was all that moving about just so i could touch you?"

"maybe," you said, pulling on his shirt to bring him back down to you. "so fucking needy," he mumbled into your lips before kissing them once again. you wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his undercut with the tips of your fingers causing him to groan into the kiss.

he pulled away again, moving down towards your neck and peppering kisses behind your ear. one hand worked its way to ur breast, softly playing with your clothed nipple whilst the other traced circles on your thigh. a soft whine left your lips as you fidgeted underneath him, desperate for him to touch you where you needed it.

"tell me what you want princess," he spoke softly as he stroked your chin. "you 'toru," you said, looking up at him with the neediest face he had ever seen. his dick twitched at the way you looked at him, he really did love making you beg.

"you have me baby, im right here." he wasnt gonna stop acting dumb until he heard you say what you want. your cunt was throbbing with the need to be touched. every second of stubornness you had in you had disappeared. you would do backflips for him right now if it meant he would touch you.

"need you to fuck me," you whined running your hands through his hair. "with what hmm, fingers, tongu-"

"your dick," you hated satorus teasing more then anything. you couldnt decide if you wanted to slap him or bounce on his dick right now.

"such a good girl," he praised, giving you lots of little small pecks for being so good for him. he stopped for a second to take off your top revealing your breasts. each hand cupped one boob whilst his mouth sucked on the sweet spots of your neck. after he was satisfied with the marks he gave you, he pulled away to take off his tshirt and grey sweatpants.

"what position baby," he asked, taking your shorts off and resting his hands on your inner thigh. " i dont mind, but i wanna see you." he smirked as you said this before coming back down to your face.

"you wanna see me fuck my pretty girlfriend?" he asked. "mhmm" you hummed, dangling you hands over his shoulders. "lets stay like this then yeah?" he gave you one more kiss on your lips before finally pressing his thumb against your clit. you sighed in relief as he rubbed you in small circles.

"fuck your wet," he groaned. "dont even have to eat you out anymore before you take me." he took off your panties and then his boxers. his dick sprang out, tip coated in sticky precum.

he stroked himself a couple times before rubbing his tip between your lips. "such a pretty pussy," he whispered, slowly sliding himself into you. you both gasped as he pushed his tip in, as if you hadnt fucked a thousand times before.

"satoru," you moaned, shutting your eyes as he slipped more and more inside of you. "you begged for it so take it," he spoke. "thats it, good girl. just a little more yeah?" you nodded at his words feeling him shove the rest of it in you.

his strokes were slow and gentle to begin with, letting you get used to his size. his hands interwined with yours over your head as he kissed you.

"you can go faster 'toru," you whispered. he immediantly listened quickening his pace. groans left his mouth as one of your hands rug into his back and the other tugged on his hair.

"feels so good toru," you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut. he loved watching the way your face changed each time he hit a certain spot inside you. " you look so beautiful taking me," he breathed out. "so fucking perfect," he used one hand to lift your leg up between the two of you and over his shoulder causing him to reach even deeper then before

"toruu, s'too much," you whined, both your hands raking up and down his back. he didnt mind though, he knew how much you liked seeing the scratches on his back after you guys fucked.

"you take me almost everyday, u can handle it." he groaned looking down at you as he felt you grab of his hands and wrap it around your throat. he felt your cunt tighten around him as he squeezed your throat slightly. a familiar knot began to build in your stomach causing your moans to get louder.

"hold it for just a little longer baby" he whispered. you nodded your head before moaning out his name and clenching around him once again.

satoru was close too, his groans turnt into moans and whimpers and his hips started to stutter into you. "you gonna cum with me? let me fuck that pretty pussy full?" he babbled on "fuck, feel s'good"

you wrapped your hands around his neck bringing him close, taking in the beautiful sight of your boyfriend infront of you. "cum with me baby,"

as if he was controlling your body, as soon as the words left his mouth the wave of pleasure you had been craving came over you. satoru burried his head in your neck as he came, the feeling of his warm cum filling you up made you clench around him, milking his dick.

you both laid there for a minute, satoru resting inside you whilst your hands rubbed up and down his back. "i love you, so much," he whispered. "you did so good for me princess," he pressed a kiss on your lips. " i love too satoru," you smiled, running your hands through his hair.

"lets stay like this for a little 'kay? ill clean us up in a minute."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

At First Sight 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Plus!short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You are so drunk. Not just tipsy, you are loaded. The lights glare fuzzily around you as bass thumps in the floor and into your body. As you sway and rock to the music, you barely remember where you, hardly recognise the faces of your own friends.

Rhonda is entwined with a guy, so close they may as well kiss, and Starla is just as shameless with the pretty redhead she pulled from across the floor. As usual, you're the odd one out, but you don't mind. You're having a blast. You're so blitzed, you can't be anything close to lonely.

You throw your arms up as your favourite Beyonce song blares on. Rhonda entangles herself with her boy toy completely, tongues desperately mashing together, and Starla has her arm over the redhead's shoulders as she points to the bar, walking in that direction. As you turn to watch her go, your back collides with another body.

Before you can apologise, two hips curl around your hips. You squirm, unused to touch. Insecure as even the large paws that have accosted you can't make you feel waifish like your gorgeous friends.

"Hey," the grizzly voice undercuts the music, "how ya doin', honeybee?"

You blink, clueless as to what to do. You look at Rhonda but she's consumed by her partner and Starla's still off getting a refill. You touch the man's wrist but quickly recoil. How do you do this?

"Honeybee?" You force your voice put to compete with the music.

"Mmm, yeah, you look sweet," he growls as he squeezes your hips tighter, pulling you back against him, "sorry, not mucha a dancer."

"Oh, um," you look up, trying to see him over your shoulder, "uh, me either."

"Look good to me," he counters as his hot breath seeps into your scalp and he inhales, as if catching your scent, "you smell sweet too, honeybee."

Your body is both alight with flames and stringent with ice. You try to sway but he's planted firmly. You gently touch his hand again, and manage to turn yourself to face him. His grip hovers on your hips.

"Should we start with names?" You smile shyly as you get a look at him. You're nervous as he peers back. You hope he's not disappointed.

"Mm, I like ya just as much from the front," he winks, "name's Sy."

"Sy," you repeat before you give your own name.

He's not bad on the eyes, tall, broad, and bright blue eyes. His beard's a bit thick for your liking but you’re not picky. You can't really be.

"You want another drink?" He offers as his hands run up to your waist and your catch them, squiriming.

"Sure," you accept, hoping to get at least a little space so you can get your head straight.

"Alright, honeybee," he purrs and draws his touch away, only to turn and put his hand on the small of your back, "you like the sweet drinks?"

"Uh, yeah, I don't mind cocktails," you agree, cringing at your own awkwardness.

"You're cute," he says as he urges you through the crowd, "I like that."

You stagger drunkenly but don't fall. You try to play off your little stumble and he slips his hand across your back to grip your waist and pull you closer.

As you near the bar, Starla detaches herself with a fresh drink of her own. She notices Sy and raises her brows before sticking out her tongue. Her other hand is around the redhead's as she tug her back toward the dancefloor.

The man easily bulls his way through the crowd around the bar and signals at the bartender. As she nears, he turns back to you.

"What d'ya want?" He asks.

"Rum and coke is fine," you answer with your default. Usually you just get whatever the others get.

He turns back and issues his order to the bartender. He waits, tapping his fingers on the leather trim until the drinks appear. He pays and says some unheard words to the bartender. He takes the glasses and turns, offering you the dark rum and coke.

Your stomach gurgles as you accept it. You only really get a free drink out of pity. One of Rhonda or Starla's hookups feel like they have to me nice to the 'other one'. More than the anxiety, the unreadiness, it's the alcohol already swishing around in your gut.

He sidles you along the bar to an empty space. He sips from a pint of amber bear, the foam sticking in his beard around his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand.

"You from around here, honeybee?"

"Um, lived here a few years, yeah."

"Whatcha doin' in a place like this?"

You sip, more nervous than thirsty. Ugh, it's strong. He wouldn't order a double.

"We're just about to graduate," you chime brightly, happy to have something to talk about. "Yeah, fourth years over, exams are all done..."

"Smart girl," he remarks, eyes sparkling. “Bet ya can guess I'm a bit past all that.”

He brushes his hand over his beard, a few grays catching the lights as the change hues. He doesn't look that old. And you don't have to do anything more than talk to him. You're not the type to go home with a stranger. Not that you ever had the chance.

“I didn't– well, what do you do?” You ask evasively. You take another gulp.

“Military,” he answers bluntly, “can't say much more than that, ya know. Confidential stuff.”

“Oh,” you can't help your surprise. You feel even more out of your depth. “That's interesting.”

“Nah, sweet thing like you don't care about war stuff. Ugly business,” he dismisses, “how your drink then, honeybee?”

“Um,” you look down. It even smells strong. “It's good. Thank you.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

How To Be Good 🐈‍⬛ (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play 18+ One Shot) 

Art by "bureichi" on Twitter

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"You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?"

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & a Self-Insert; Pet Play; Dom/sub Dynamics; Brat Taming; Master Kink; Mutual Oral; Deepthroat; Facefucking; Spanking; Collaring; Nanami Fucks You Till You Cry; Cum Play; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Missionary; Unprotected Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This is another request fill for my favorite reader & VA @curiouscutie143! Thank you for always trusting me to write your fantasies & believing in my talent. Enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷

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As soon as you hear the door unlock with a click, the alarm system already disabled, your body comes to life. 

Your heart races in your chest, your blood grows hot, and you feel as if you’ve just stepped into a pit of lava with how warm you feel despite your man’s button-down shirt draped over your plump, semi-naked body. 

You sit up in your queen-sized bed and immediately look at the bedroom door. You hear his footsteps stomping across the hardwood floor; his car keys jingling as he puts them in the ceramic bowl next to the door where you also hold yours; the buttons and zipper to his wool coat as he takes it off. 

Then he speaks: “Honey,” he calls in his deep, velvety voice, “I’m home.” You find your voice and answer him, calling, “I’m upstairs, baby!” from your shared bedroom. 

Quickly, you check the bed to make sure everything is hidden from your time here and fix the shirt draped over your body. You usually toss on one of his shirts when you happen to be home when he isn’t here.

Today, you were off from work, so you tossed one of his button-downs, loving the way it feels on your skin and how much bigger it is on you, making you feel like you’re wearing a dress. 

You don’t have time to check your hair which cascades down your back in messy curls before he comes up the steps and appears in the doorway.

No matter how many times you see Nanami, you’ll always be taken aback by how sexy he is: tall and broad; trimmed blonde hair in an undercut that makes him look more sophisticated; a sharp chin and cheekbones. Even under his shades, his look still steals your breath away. 

He comes in still wearing his work suit and shoes, placing his briefcase and phone on the floor by the door.  “Baby,” you say with a smile. Immediately, you slide off of the bed and meet him halfway with a hug. “Welcome home. How was work?” 

He wraps his long, muscular arms around you, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne. “Oh, it went well,” he replies, his chest rumbling against your cheek. “Thank you for asking. How was your day?”

He peers his head down at you, so much taller and bigger than you. You just love big men who make you feel small despite your size. Nanami is definitely one of them. 

“Pretty good!” you chirp. “After I came back from the gym, I came back here and chilled. I missed you though.”

You pull away to look up at him, nearly getting whiplash from how tall he is. He takes his glasses off and peers down at you, those eyes filling you with warm tingles and sensations. 

“Mmm-hmm, I can tell,” he replies, his gaze roaming over your fame in his shirt. “What else did you do today while I was gone?”

You pause, thinking back to all the things you did during your day off. Anything to play innocent. “Um…cleaned, did laundry, went grocery shopping, and…oh, I made dinner! Chicken karaage and brown rice with your favorite sake.” 

You give him a warm, loving smile. Though he doesn’t return it, his hand lovingly strokes your cheek, making your stomach flip. “Thank you, darling. I’ll have some of that later…but back to your day. What else did you do while I was at work?”

Your smile fades then. His expression doesn’t change and he doesn’t tear his eyes away from yours. “I…don’t know,” you reply though weakly. 

Nanami’s blonde brow quirks at your answer. “You don’t know,” he parrots. You slowly shake your head. You both know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. “You didn’t send me any messages while I was at work? Any texts or videos?” 

You can feel heat wash over your entire body. You’ve been caught. But still, you try to play the part of the clueless, loving girlfriend. It is part of the game that you and your boyfriend play. He knows what you’re looking for and he is counting on it.

“What kind of texts and videos?” you ask, still playing innocent but you can slowly feel that facade peeling away the more intense Nanami’s gaze becomes. 

His hand moves down to your chin, firmly gripping it, emitting a gasp from you.

“I think you and I both know what kind of texts and videos you sent me today, Y/N,” he firmly says. “Very not-so-nice texts and videos. Videos of you touching yourself and moaning like a little slut wearing those damn cat ears.”

You swallow harshly, your heart beating madly now. “Where are they now?” he curiously asks. 

You lick your lips which have become dry, briefly wondering if you should lie. But you know that this will only get you in even more trouble. “U-Under the pillow,” you weakly confess.

He releases you and strides over to the bed, leaving you feeling hot all over. When he moves one of the pillows aside, he shakes his head. There, settled on the mattress, is a headband of two black ears and a pink dildo molded into the exact size and shape of Nanami’s cock. 

He turns to you, his hooded gaze dark and intimidating like a storm cloud. “A toy too, huh?” he says, tutting. “So you were being bad while I was at work despite knowing what my number one rule is.”

His hand snatches out to grip your chin. “And what is that rule, darling?” 

You swallow harshly, going over Nanami’s many rules in your head before zeroing in on the number one, all-time important rule: “Be good,” you exhale.

He nods, a corner of his mouth twitching. “That’s right, and you broke that rule. You deliberately disobeyed me the moment you decided to take those videos of you rubbing that pretty, slutty pussy and stroking your clit with that dildo.”

His eyes narrow at you and you feel yourself tingling with fear and excitement. “I–” 

“Did you know that I was in a very important meeting when you sent those videos?” he continues, not even letting you get a breath in. “Did you even ask or think before you decided to send them to me? Or were you just too cum drunk and horny for me to care?”

His grip on your chin tightens, making you gasp. “Nanami–” 

But his sharp look cuts you off immediately. “Who?” he asks, a growl in his voice.

You realize your mistake and quickly backtrack. He isn’t Nanami right now. Nanami is sweet, quiet, and attentive. The man here standing before you is ruthless, merciless, and firm. “M-Master,” you correct yourself. “I’m sorry I misbehaved. I just missed you so much.” 

You see Nanami inhale sharply at your pathetic little confession, but it doesn’t sway him. “So you decided to fuck with me and make me hot and bothered in front of my boss, colleagues, and peers,” he accusingly says. “You got so bored here without me that my kitty just couldn’t behave anymore.”

You weakly nod, your eyes flitting down to your feet, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” you once again repeat, your voice small and broken. 

Nanami runs his thumb along your bottom lip, watching the way it jiggles at his touch. “You’ll have plenty of chances to prove to me how sorry you are.”

He snatches himself away from you then like you’re made of fire and he’s afraid of getting burned. “Now go get your gear and wait for me here while I get cleaned up.” 

Your body feels like it’s overheating at this point as your mind races with the many fantasies of what your man will do to you tonight. “Yes, Master,” you obediently reply. The corner of his mouth once again twitches, a small sign of your boyfriend that makes you softy giggle to yourself once he leaves. 

You do as he says and gather your gear together, quickly dressing when you hear the shower running. You dress in his favorite pretty, pink lingerie that you have, the kind that makes your plump ass look immaculate with its thong and has lace cups for your juicy breasts. You put on your cat ears and clip on your tail too, letting it swoosh around the back of your legs. 

When Nanami returns fifteen minutes later, you are sitting on the bed, knees tucked underneath you and your hands in your lap. When he sees you sitting there so submissively in your fluffy ears and tail, he nearly busts beneath the towel that hangs low on his narrow hips.

You’re just as horny watching him leave the bathroom connected to your bedroom. His toned body and honey-blonde hair drip with water, your eyes catching onto each droplet that cascades down his tanned skin that you’d love to catch with your tongue. 

He keeps his eyes trained on you as he walks over to the massage armchair that you bought him two Christmases ago to ease his stress and tight muscles. He takes a seat and leans back into the leather chair, his legs open beneath his towel but the damn fabric not allowing you to see what you really want and need.

The way he stares at you from across the room damn near turns you into a puddle, his gaze hot and heavy. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teasingly says, patting his lap. “Come to me. Come to your Master.” 

And you do. Like a puppet being controlled on a string, you are drawn to him. You slip off of the bed and get onto your knees before slowly, sensually, crawling to him on all fours.

You keep your eyes on him as you do while he can’t keep his off of your swaying ass, fake tail, and pretty tits that look like hanging fruit to him. When you finally make it to him, you stand and sit on his lap, curling up like a cat against him. He smells so good––a mix of the vanilla-scented soap and the Polo cologne he often wears. 

He wraps one arm around your waist while his other hand comes to stroke your cheek. “You know, I should be pissed,” he says as one slender finger strokes your chin. “I shouldn’t be this soft on you at all for pulling that shit, making me so fucking hard that I had to stroke my cock to those videos in the bathroom.” 

A hot wave of arousal floods you, making your pussy twitch. “Y-You did?” you ask.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Did I say to speak?” he firmly asks. You button your lip, your heart thundering. “But since you asked, yes, V, I did. I fucked my fist to every video of you moaning my name and fucking yourself with that dildo like it was my cock. I had to do something or else I’d be walking around the office with a hard-on in my pants all day.” 

Your nasty mind runs wild with thoughts of your man in a bathroom stall, his slacks down and hand wrapped around his cock, pumping away and bitting back moans as he watches the dildo slip into your tight cunt again and again on his phone, just praying for time to go quicker so he could come home to fuck you himself. 

“It didn’t help that the videos were so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I’m supposed to have my head screwed on tight at work and yet, all I could think about was you playing with that slutty pussy in our bed.”

You relish in his desperation, loving how needy you make him too. “I think you need to be punished,” he softly growls to you. “You, my darling kitty, need some lessons. And it’s a good thing I bought this to start with.” 

He coaxes you to get up for a moment and walks to his briefcase, opening it to reveal a black box. He comes to where you sit: by the chair, kneeling submissively for him. “Turn around and close your eyes for me.”

You do as he says, gasping when you feel a leather collar snap around your neck. “I saw it at the mall last week and thought of you,” he explains. “I knew it’d be a perfect addition to your gear.” 

And it is! The pink leather collar with its tiny gold bell perfectly matches your ears and tail. It fills you with such joy, especially since Nanami bought it for you. He turns you around, helping you stand before him. “Now look at you,” he dreamily sighs. “The cutest kitty ever. You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?” 

You nod your head, trembling in anticipation and excitement. You want his touch. His kiss. His everything. “Then get on the bed and hike that ass in the air,” he demands. “Do it now and hurry the fuck up. I’m too fucking pent up to be slow and sensual.”

You’re counting on it as you move onto the bed and get into position: face down, ass up, just the way Nanami likes to fuck…some of the time. Other times, he loves seeing your face as you take his cock. 

You then feel him stand behind you, his presence equally thrilling and comforting, and softly mewl when you feel his hand stroke your asscheeks. “I’m gonna spank this gorgeous ass six times and every time I do, you count. Understand?” 

“Yes, Master,” you reply, but you can barely get the whole sentence out before his rough, calloused hand comes down hard onto your ass.

SMACK!

The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek echoes throughout the bedroom as does your gasp of surprise and pain when it settles over you. “I’m not hearing any counting, kitty,” he taunts you. “Are you once again disobeying me? Do you want to cum tonight or not?” 

At the mention of your orgasm being on the line, you muster up all the willpower you can to obey him. “One,” you whimper.

SMACK!

His hand comes down again on the same cheek, causing the stinging sensation to intensify. “Two!” you shout. He does it again, this time on your other cheek, but it hurts worse. “Three–shit, Kento, that hurt!” you hiss. 

The stinging, burning sensation you feel brings tears to your eyes and will no doubt make it hard to sit…but it also makes you wetter than you have been all day. “What do you think the punishment is for?” Nanami chuckles. “Keep counting, kitty. You’re almost there.” 

SMACK!

He hits you again, biting his bottom lip at the way your ass recoils against his hand. 

“Four!” you sob. Then another, causing you to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Five! Fuck, Keny, please!” 

“Please what, darling?” he asks. “Stop?”

You don’t answer. You don’t even know if you want him to stop. “But you’re at the last one. Just keep counting.” He waits an excruciatingly long couple of seconds before his hand comes down to smack your juicy, plump, jiggly ass again.

SMACK!

“Six!” you whine, squeezing your wet eyes shut against the pain. 

Nanami swoops in to caress your stinging ass in soft strokes and soothing, wet kisses immediately, praising you for such a good job. “Good girl,” he coos. “Such a good little kitty cat. You did so well for me taking your punishment like that.”

You softly moan, enjoying the sweet kisses and touches that he places on your ass…but they don’t last for long. 

He stops his aftercare, staring down at you with those intimidating eyes. “But you still have to show me how sorry you are,” he says, his eyes demanding. “Get on your back and sit up for me.” Though slowly, you do as he says and settle onto your ass despite the sting, leaning back against your elbows with your knees bent. 

Nanami then wanders into the bathroom without a word, coming seconds later holding his yellow, leopard-printed tie in his fist. Your body reacts immediately, your skin hot and your heart pitter-pattering in your chest.

You know what is coming next as he gets up onto the bed on his knees beside you, still in his towel. You look down, finding his hardened cock standing at attention and creating a tent under his towel. 

Looking up at him, you immediately show him your wrists and he takes the message. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” he says before taking your wrists and tying his tie around them. You watch his hands and his face as he does, loving how focused he is and how expertly he binds your wrists together, making them secure but not tight enough where it hurts. 

Once finished, he places your arms down in front of you. “Good?” he asks and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

Then comes the part you’ve been aching for. Standing up on his knees with his eyes trained on you, he finally loosens his towel, revealing his narrow hips, V-line, toned stomach, and hard, thick, throbbing cock to you. 

You practically salivate at the sight, especially when he begins to stroke himself right in front of you. “You want this?” he asks, his hand slowly pumping his cock in your face. “Is this what you’ve been craving?” 

You feel your pussy twitch impatiently, your thong drenched at this point. You lick your plump lips to moisten them, desperate to taste him. “Yes, Master,” you softly moan. “Please…please let me taste you. I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

Nanami’s gaze softens as he inches toward you, bringing his cock to your lips. “Oh, baby,” he coos, “I know you will. Your mouth was made for me.” 

Before you know it, his cock is slipping between your lips and you are forced to quickly accommodate to his size and girth as he begins to slowly rock his hips into your panting mouth. The groan that escapes his mouth at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue and lips wrapped around his shaft is one of yearning and need.

He has been so pent-up all day. You can feel it in the way his cock throbs in your mouth as it slides along your tongue, gradually sliding deeper down your throat. 

Nanami’s hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers sinking into your hair. “That’s right, darling,” he groans, transfixed by the way you take him down your throat. “Take that cock deep in that mouth for me. You’re such a good little kitty for me, aren’t you? You want all of that milk, don’t you?” 

You feel your pussy gush at his words which means he is just as into this as you are if he’s dirty-talking. You love it when he gets like this. Even more so when he decides to slide his cock out of your mouth and replace it with his index and middle fingers.

“Suck them,” he orders you. You do so, wrapping your plump, soft lips around his digits and gently sucking on them, looking deep into his eyes as you do. 

When he is satisfied, he takes them out of your mouth and trails them down to your thong. He pulls the tiny, thin string of fabric to the side and proceeds to rub your gushing, soaking, wet pussy with its puffy lips and swollen clit.

You moan pathetically, your eyelids fluttering closed at his touch. “K-Kento!” you moan. “Kenny, baby, please!” 

He doesn’t allow you a chance to continue to speak because his cock is sinking back into your mouth again, making your voice muffled. “Don’t you dare stop,” he demands. “And don’t close your thighs either. Keep them open for me. This is what sluts like you get, you understand?” 

You nod as best as you can with his cock still in your throat, gagging and slobbering all over it as your thick, pillowy-soft thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep them open as Nanami rubs your pussy. He continues to fuck your throat like it’s a toy, using your mouth to get himself off. The sheer force of his intense thrusts causes the bed to creak and your cat ears to nearly fall off your head. 

“Such a good fucking slut, I swear,” he huffs as he pumps his cock in and out of your warm, wet mouth. “You were just waiting for me to come home and fuck your throat…use you up like only I can. Only I can do this to you.”

He then plunges his fingers inside of you, emitting a loud, muffled moan from you around his cock. “Is that clear?” he growls. 

He slides his cock out of your mouth, the long, thick appendage bobbing in your face and hitting your cheek as it does. “Yes!” you sob. “Yes, I’m yours!”

You can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers, that knot in your core about to snap. “Then show me,” he orders. “Cum all over my fucking fingers like a good kitty. Give me that fucking cum, V. Do it now!” 

The way he raises his voice makes you finally unravel and you cum all over his thick fingers that continue to curl inside of you, flicking against that spot that makes you see heaven. A symphony of moans and sobs of pleasure leave your lips as you gush all over him, your pussy walls clenching his fingers much to his enjoyment. 

When your orgasm finally stops tearing through you and fades, you are left feeling spent and satisfied though sticky from down below. Nanami slides his fingers out of you and sucks on them, slurping your cum off of his digits.

He hums appreciatively as if you’re the best tithing he has ever tasted. He looks down at you panting heavily, looking winded. “Tired, darling?” he soothingly asks. 

You weakly nod, too tired to speak. “Well, too bad,” he replies, “because I still need to cum and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied and sure that you’ve learned your lesson.”

Before you can even take a breath, he has you on your back and your arms up over your head, one of his big hands clamping around them. You squeak as he slides his hips between your thighs, prying your legs apart, and his other hand slides down to move your wet thong to the side. 

“Nanami,” you say, but it’s all you can get out before his big, thick, hard cock is sliding inside of you, silencing all coherent words. As if sharing the same body, both of your eyes widen and your jaws go slack as soon as Nanami is snugly between the wet, tight, spongy walls of your cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine, your eyes fluttering closed at the immense pleasure you feel. He only moves slowly for a few seconds, letting you get used to him after going so long without him, and then he begins to really fuck you. 

His thrusts are brute and precise, nailing your G-spot again and again and turning your pussy into mush. “Fuck, kitty,” he moans, his lusciously deep voice washing over you and making you wetter.

He moves his hand from your tied wrists to pin one of your jiggly, thick thighs to the bed, giving you the opportunity to slide them down between you as if that will stop him. 

He catches this and roughly pins them up by your head again, giving you a sharp smack on the ass with this other hand. “Move your fucking hands,” he growls. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted. You can’t run from it now, kitty.” His hips piston into you harder, faster, drawing pathetic moans, sobs, and gasps out of you. 

He stares down at you in absolute awe, loving the way your cute tummy jiggles, how your brown skin glistens in sweat, and how slutty you look as you take him. “God, you take my cock so good,” he groans. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, hm? Bet you’ve been wishing that toy was me.” 

He leans down to press his lips to your ear, pressing his muscular, lean body to your plumper, softer one. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispers. “Tell me you love the way I fuck you into our bed.” 

“I love it!” you babble, delirious from the dick. “I fucking love the way you fuck me, Master! I love you so, so much!”

He leans up to look down at you again, his face flushed from the pleasure and frantically fucking you. He strokes your cheek lovingly, using his thumb to gently play with your bottom lip. You part your lips and invite his digit in to suck on it. “I love you too, darling,” he moans. “Let me show you how much.” 

You barely have enough air in your lungs or energy in your body to moan or gasp as he begins to pummel you into the bed, making the bedsprings bounce and the mattress creak under your body.

He grabs your titties, tummy, and thighs as he fucks you stupid, squeezing the flesh and marveling at the way your body looks so good underneath him. It makes him want to fuck you until he fills you to the brim, claiming you as his own. When he realizes how fast he is fucking you, he stops and slips out of you, his cock still hard and slick with your wetness. 

“What’s wrong?” you pant, confused. You lay there on your back as he wipes his blonde hair out of his face and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Had to take a break,” he sheepishly admits. “I’ve had a long day at work and unfortunately for you, baby, you’re pussy is the perfect stress reliever. I don’t want to be that rough with you.” 

You can see in his eyes that he needs this and you need it too. Your pussy throbs and aches for him again, needing to be released. You sit up and give him a reassuring smile, beckoning him inside you again. “It’s okay, Kento,” you whisper. “I trust you. You can take everything out on me.” 

He stares at you for a moment, looking shocked at your willingness to be his good little kitty. Then, without a word, he rises from the bed and walks over to his briefcase, his firm, plump ass hypnotizing you as he walks.

You sit up straight, confused and becoming impatient with this waiting. You watch as he takes something out of his case wrapped in red wrapping paper and brings it back over to you. You watch his big titties sinewy with fine, blonde chest hair and thick cock bounce as he walks over to you and then climbs into bed. 

“I got something else to go along with the collar,” he explains, showing you what is hidden beneath the wrapping paper: a leash with a clip to hook onto the collar.

Your heart leaps at the sight, especially since you know what it’s for. “Is this okay with you?” he asks, concern in his eyes. “We don’t have to go any farther than this.” 

But you do. You want to go so far that you can’t turn back. And you won’t want to because you’re with him and you know that he’ll keep you safe. “I wanna try it,” you answer. “Go ahead, Master. Leash me and fuck me how you need to.” 

You see a lustful fire explode behind Nanami’s eyes before he helps you turn around and position you on your knees. You shiver and tremble as you feel him tug gently on your collar as he clips the leash on and then wraps it around his fist.

“Head on the pillow, baby,” he instructs you and you do so, hiking your plump ass in the air. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, showing you tenderness before he ruins you. “The safety word is “red”, okay?” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.” 

“Mmm-hmm,” you hum before moaning into the pillow as his cock sinks into your pussy once more. Your jaw goes slack the minute he slides in. You can feel all of him stretching you open, his balls slapping your needy, tingling clit as he pummels into you again and again. “Fuck, Kento!” you scream into the pillow. 

You then feel him tug hard on your leash, yanking you up by the collar. “Who?” he barks into your ear, still beating your shit up like it’s somebody that owes him money.

“M-Master!” you whine. “Fuck, that feels s-so good!” 

“I bet it does,” he chuckles. “I bet you love taking your Master’s cock. And you’re gonna continue to take it until I cum, understand?”

He tightens his grip on the leash, squeezing your throat a bit as he continues to piston into your pussy, making your ass bounce and jiggle against him. Between the choking, his dick game, and your tied wrists, you are losing your everloving mind, quickly teetering closer to that edge of another orgasm. 

“Master,” you whimper brokenly. “I-I’m gonna cum.”

Nanami moans delightfully at that, moving in close to your ear. “My little kitty is gonna cum?” he teasingly asks. “Does she wanna cum all over this cock while her Master fills you up?” You frantically nod, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. 

“Do it then,” he demands, his voice horse and desperate. “Cum for me while I cum for you, darling. Please, kitty, give it to me! Fucking cum with me!” 

It only takes a couple more harsh thrusts to finally make that dam inside of you burst. “Fuck, Kenny!” you whine as the gates finally flood and you cream all over his cock, tugging and squeezing on him as he continues to pummel into you. 

He then slams his hands down on the mattress on either side of your body and rides your pussy to chase his own high. He fucks you rough and fast, making your entire body bounce against the bed until his body tenses and stills, his one hand moving to grip your ass. “Fuck, V, I’m cumming!” he groans. “Take it all for me, kitty!” 

And like a good, obedient kitty girl, you do. You take every ounce of his cum as he spurts inside of you, moaning as he does so. You gasp as you feel him spill inside of you, filling you up to the point of spillage.

You feel something wet drip down your thighs as he gives you a few more slow, sloppy thrusts before pulling out of you. He slides his cock head across your asscheeks, coating it in his cum, humming as he does so. 

You lay on the bed, completely drained, sore, and so, so satisfied. Nanami presses a kiss to the middle of your back and trails his lips downward, peppering your skin in hot, gentle kisses. You softly giggle as he does, still lying in the afterglow.

“Good kitty,” he whispers, stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you into the bath, darling.” 

You let him scoop you up from the bed and walk you into the bathroom to soak in a hot bath, bringing a lovely end to his sexy return home and creating a wonderful end to an evening with just the two of you. 

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

OK, SO, Part 1 is linked right here if y'all wanna read it, hope you enjoy part 2!!!

Part 2: Massages

"Do you need a massage?"

Satoru was a bit startled at your words at first before turning towards you, a cocky smirk on his glossy lips.

"Aw, is that all you wanna give me?" He teased, snickering when he saw your face flush a bit.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated as you leaned against the kitchen island next to him. "Haha, very funny, Satoru. No, I just noticed that your shoulders seem quite tense."

A smug grin made its way onto his face, a chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned closer towards you. "So you've been watching me very closely?"

"I'm simply offering a masaage!" You say defensively, feeling a little flustered by his teasing. "Cuz we're friends. And it really seems like you need one. I mean, you're always working hard and I figured that even though I'm a non-sorcerer, I could at least give you one to help you out."

What you said was actually very thoughtful and took Satoru a little by surprise. Of course, he didn't show this, instead a lazy grin on his lips as he turned around, his back facing you now.

"Fine, fine. Just work your magic, darling." He said, voice as smooth as butter.

You ignored the way your heart did a little staccato when he called you 'darling', merely reaching your hands up to his shoulders and starting your work. Your eyes widened a bit at the feel of his muscular back when your palms pressed against the flesh under his jacket in slow circles. Satoru most definitely had a sleeper build.

"Damn, do you work out a lot?" You muttered, slowly making your hands go up and down his back.

"Obviously I do, honey." He said sarcastically, his eyes fluttering closed behind the black blindfold, relishing in your touch. "If I didn't, then I'd be a horrible sorcerer. Working out is important."

"Uhuh, totally. I definitely believe you." You said, clearly not believing him.

Satoru had to resist the urge to straight up purr as you massaged his back like you did when you had touched his undercut the other day, enjoying the way your hands were relieving knots of tension that he didn't even know he had in his shoulders until now.

"Mmm... That's nice, that feels real nice." He muttered, voice dropping an octave, making your heart skip like crazy. "Are you sure you're not a chiropractor, cuz you're real good at this."

You chuckled, slowly pressing your fingertips now just at the small of his back before slowly working your way up. "Yeah, no, I'm definitely not a chiropractor. I just learned how to give decent massages from my friends."

"Well tell your friends I thank them cuz this is certainly an experience." He said absently, voice quiet in a way that had you feeling a tiny bit flustered.

You brushed off the feeling, merely chalking it up to you just easily getting caught off guard around him.

"Why thank them when I'm the one giving you a massage." You said, pouting as you stopped just below his shoulder blades. "And for free! I should be getting paid for this."

"Nah, come on darling, you love me too much for that." Satoru teased, turning his head back to look at you, despite the blindfold being on. "I can make it up to you this time by taking you to that restaurant you like. How's that sound?"

It must've been your imagination because you swore you had made eye contact with him even through the blindfold, feeling an odd sort of tension with him. You looked away, focusing on continuing to give him the massage. Yeah, you definitely needed more sleep. You were just overthinking things.

"That sounds good. You'll be paying, obviously." You said, a soft smile on your face.

"Of course, darling. You know your dear friend here's very rich. I'll buy you whatever you want off the menu if you continue giving me these heavenly massages."

[loveackermannn]

☰ I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, MY LOVE.ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(*IMPORTANT: r/17+ for mentions of sexual intimacy !! more under the cut...)

aftercare! with levi is very gentle.

by the end of each session, the two of you are knocked breathless each time. it usually takes a few minutes of just laying on each other to really process that this was all real and it was very much proven through a few hours of physical affirmations and intimacy. no matter how rough or light the sex was, he'll always prioritize your needs before his own.

he'll make sure your still conscious, even if he only gets half mumbled responses. he can't help but kiss over the marks and places he's already explored numerous times – it never gets old for him. as his lips inch their way closer to your own, you manage to flutter one eye open while he continues his soft pecks along your sweaty skin.

"mmm i'm sore, levi.. can barely move.." you mutter, resting your palm on top of his head to playfully scratch at the prickly growth of his undercut. he hums at your words and gesture, "i know baby. i know. i'll take care of you, you don't have to lift a finger."

he steals one last kiss on the pout of your lips and slowly slips out of your arms with care and delicacy. you sigh at the sudden loss of being completely full for hours on end and he chuckles lightly at your blissed out expression.

"what's so funny," you quietly pressed, not even bothering to open both of your eyes in full to glare at your snarky boyfriend.

"nothing, you're just adorable. stay there, i'll get a cloth and run a bath for us," in return, he could only make out the small puffs of air that exhaled through your mouth as he assumed you were already on the verge of falling asleep – it was typical of you in the normal routine of aftercare.

levi eventually willed himself to leave the comfort of being bundled in your warmth, planting a tender kiss on the crown of your head and letting it linger for a few seconds. he slowly made his way to the connected bathroom of your shared room, careful with his movements as to not stir you from such a peaceful state.

the lights were dimly lit while he gathered a few damp washcloths that were ran under warm water – courtesy by him, of course. he made his way back to the tousled bed where you continued to lay, tangled in the silk sheets that wrapped around your limbs like vines. sitting down beside you, he nudged at your arm to which you stirred slightly at the contact and finally turning over to direct your gaze onto him.

"hey sleepyhead, let's get you cleaned up hm?" to this, you only nodded as he assisted you in sitting against the headboard so he could begin wiping down your body and massage any sore areas you needed tending to. the warmth of the cloth running against your skin, paired with his own was absolute heaven in itself. you wish you could stay here forever – to be engulfed in a blanket of love filled by your beloved seemed like a perfect way to live for the rest of your days.

he murmured sweet nothings in your ear, never missing the way your lips curled into a smile when his voice replaced the mundane silence.

does anything hurt? no? okay good, just making sure.

you're so fucking beautiful, you know that?

no, don't move an inch. i got it sweetheart.

and when the time calls for a bath, he'll cradle you cautiously in his arms – one hand on your head and the other arm supporting the rest of your body. he lets you settle in the tub first before joining you shortly after, situating himself behind you with his legs open. you rest your back on his chest as he begins applying shampoo to his palms and massaging it into your scalp.

"this feels so nice, levi."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

being connected with him through sex is already intimate enough, but to be connected with him in times of comfortable silence was another level of intimacy that may as well be on the top of your list of favorite moments with him. the way he handles you with care, looks at you as if your his universe, touches you as if you were fine china.. it was all overwhelming that you could cry of joy.

levi loves like no other – a perfect balance of intensity and gentleness, he'd give you anything and everything if he could. he gives his soul, heart, mind and body to you freely because you own it. while he's never been the best at verbally expressing his love and care for people, he learned through you that it was very much possible for him to do so.

once the two of you are finally laying on the newly changed sheets of your master bed, he pulls you in close enough to hear the soft beat of his heart as you tip your head up to kiss his chin. glancing down at you, he faintly pouts at your gesture and guides your face back up.

"you missed," chuckling in response, you prop yourself further to him and steal one more deep, languid kiss for the night. now, he was satisfied.

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Mmm, if you can’t tell who my fav is at this point your lying to yourself *snort*

undercut as always @murkystarlight

Summary:

Cooper gives Mateo a gift… yapping ensues

Additional Tags:

Author remembered how old they were and wrote this. Author Is Sleep Deprived. some gays just yapping about life. minor projection. Aged-Up Character(s), post high school graduation. no beta we die from bad financial decisions. headcanons. minor feels but like moving on feels. Ficlet, just some thoughts

No, no Mateo wasn’t eating cereal in bed. 

Ok he was, just a simple bowl of bland and dry cornflakes that had gotten a grossed out look from Izzie when he poured it, but it wasn’t like he would admit to it. No if anything he’d deny it. Deny that he was eating food in bed, deny that he hadn’t put milk in with his cornflakes, and deny that his back hurt from his nasty shrimp posture that he had taken up so that he could draw. 

Yes, the sensible denial. 

Nodding happily to himself, Mateo straightened up. He placed his pen down and then grabbed his bowl of cereal so he could shovel a spoonful of cornflakes into his mouth. 

A small thud like knock came from his bedroom door and he swallowed before responding with, “Yeah?” 

“‘Teo!! Mi sol, hallo it’s me,” 

Mateo snickered lightly as Cooper’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. 

“Hola frijoles,” 

There was a happy hum and Cooper pushed open the door. He quickly walked over and Mateo noticed the envelope he had in hand which was apparently a gift for Mateo as once Cooper had reached the bed he handed the rather chunky looking envelope over before wedging himself in between Mateo and the headboard of the bed. 

Mateo used his legs to slide himself forward a bit and then handed his bowl of cornflakes back to Cooper as the blond changed his position to get more comfortable on the bed. Cooper placed a leg on either side of Mateo and set the bowl down carefully on the bedside table. He then rubbed at Mateo’s back with his knuckles for a little bit. At some point Cooper then wrapped his arms around Mateo’s midsection to pull him into a semi-laid back position as Mateo looked the envelope over. It was sort of heavy, and thick like someone had stuffed stacks of thin strips of paper inside. What in the world was in it?

Curiosity won over in the end and Mateo opened it and peaked inside. 

In an instant Mateo was struck by utter bewilderment, inside were four separate stacks of paper bills, pure hard cash. Mateo carefully took each of the four stacks up and went through them, quitely counting up the sum total.

“This is three thousand dollars,” Mateo said, shock rittling each word like bullets. 

“Yep,” Cooper agreed, hugging Mateo a little tighter as he rested his chin on the other’s shoulder. 

Mateo swiveled around in his grasp and pushed Cooper back slightly with a hand to his chest, “ Where did you get all of this money from?”

Cooper blinked, “It’s a portion of all the money I got from the scholarships at graduation,” 

“Your scholarship money?” Mateo wondered aloud as he glanced down at the cash in hand, suddenly it felt a lot like holding a rigged bomb, “Why are you giving it to me then?” 

“I don’t need it, figured you could use it to buy art supplies,” Cooper explained easily, like it was the most logical thing on earth. 

Mateo looked back up at him and stared, mouth slightly agape, “Wha-I can’t take this! You earned this fair and square,” 

Surprisingly as Mateo tried to trust the money back into Cooper’s hands he just as easily pushed it back towards Mateo, “It’s fine ‘Teo seriously,” 

“IT'S A LOT OF MONEY, I’ll feel bad-“ Mateo trailed off, pushing the money back towards Cooper again. Cooper was just as quick to push back however and the two ended up in a small round of reverse tug-of-war. 

“I’m giving it to you, you're not stealing it.” 

“Still! I don’t- just keep it!” Mateo argued, starting to draw blanks on proper words to counter. Still Cooper persisted. 

“Nuh hu, you need it more than me,” 

“But you can use it to fund … whatever!” Mateo exclaimed, finally giving up on trying to win and flopping backwards where his shoulder landed on his tablet. He cringed, “Or help pay admission fees or rent fees or travel fees!” 

“I’m not-!” Cooper started, only to cut off his loud protest with a sigh, “I’m not going to college.” He admitted. 

Mateo sat back up abruptly, “What!? Why not!? Did something happen-?” 

“Nothing happened, I'm just …” Cooper trailed off, turning his head down to watch his lap as he found the right words, “not going, at least not for now.” 

There was a pause and Cooper rubbed at the back of his neck before looking back up, some soft and sad little look in his eyes, “I haven’t decided what I want to do or where I want to go yet, plus Mrs. Castillo offered me a pretty decent job at her food truck since Zoey’s moving back to Cali,” 

“Oh,” was all that came from Mateo. 

“‘Sides someone needs to keep Izzie outta trouble,” Cooper added with an awkward half smile. 

Mateo leaned forward and poked Cooper in the chest, “Last I checked you two are the ones always getting into trouble and I’m the one that always has to bail you out,” 

“ Wow, ” Cooper breathed, “no faith! Remind me to tell you about the time we won the Dream Speedway 55 by ourselves ,” 

Mateo hid a chuckle behind his hand and once it had died he grinned at Cooper, “The same race where you both fell down a hole and crossed the finish line on fire?” 

Cooper gasped, placing a hand to his chest as an expression of offense crossed his face, “They called it a blaze of glory I hope you know!” 

Mateo placed both of his hands over his mouth to keep from laughing but as Cooper bit his lip and the two watched each other, trying not to laugh. Eventually a snort slipped from Mateo and triggered the two of them to collapse into each other as they shook with laughter. 

When the laughter had finally died off enough that Mateo could sit back up and look at Cooper without another round of giggles coursing through them, Mateo pressed a small kiss to Cooper’s jaw. 

Cooper hummed politely.  

“Sounds like you two will have some fun adventures up ahead Frijoles, and thank you,” Mateo added, tapping his finger against Cooper’s chest, “so much, I’ll definitely put every cent to good use.” 

“Heeeeey,” Cooper drawled out, his eyebrows pinching together in concern as Mateo started to pack the stacks of cash back into the envelope, “why do you suddenly sound all depresso expresso,” 

Mateo let out a snort but Cooper continued, “you’re going to Pratt that’s like… a couple minutes away at best,” 

“I know,” Mateo shrugged, putting the last of the stacks in and placing it beside his tablet on the bed, “I’m just going to miss you guys,” 

The corner of Cooper’s mouth quirked up for a split second in a seemingly amused smile, “We see each other like basically every night though,” 

Mateo chuckled slightly as Cooper wrapped his arms around Mateo again and pulled him into his lap. With a “murp,” sounding noise, Mateo relaxed before returning to the conversation, “It’s still too much time away from the both of you… and the others.” 

“Aw what? Are you sad to lose time hanging out with Logan? Hahaha,” Cooper laughed, shaking the both of them. 

“Mmm, maybe,” 

“Yeah… lucky son of a bitch,” Cooper swore, “can’t believe he worked out how to spend an entire year in Europe!” 

“Pffff,” Mateo found himself smiling in amusement as his boyfriend then went on to mutter something about Night Bureau and a system hack. 

“Te amo, you weirdo,” Mateo muttered, shifting so he could hide his face in Cooper’s chest and hug him. He had just started to close his eyes when he felt a pat on his head. 

“Weirdo boyfriends,” Cooper echoed back, leaning down a little and squishing Mateo, “The sun and his beans… “ as if an afterthought Cooper muttered, “why am I always on fire?” 

Mateo choked on a laugh. 

[jadedrrose]

A Moment To Stay In

Sleepy cute fluffy Levi fic. Can you guys guess what song was stuck in my head as I wrote this?? Bonus points if you can find the lyrics too lol.

Warnings: None! Entirely sfw plus gender-neutral reader. Also kinda short (around 500 words)

It’s dark in the room which the two of you lay within, but there’s a small amount of moonlight shining in through the curtains, just barely illuminating your lover’s face for you to admire.

His dark hair is messy from sleep, eyes shut and for once; his face looks relaxed. You always enjoy these moments during the night whenever Levi manages to fall asleep before you, since you’re usually the one to fall into a slumber first.

One of his hands is gently bunching up your shirt into his palm, an attempt to hold you close.

You’d been playing with his hair for a while now, in fact, it had been the action to help him fall asleep. Something about you running your fingers through his raven locks and gently scratching his undercut always did it for him. Without fail, you doing this would always manage to relax him. You found it cute.

You looked over his features, seeing the peaceful look about him. You briefly wondered what he was dreaming about, because it must’ve been something good for him to look so at ease. You wondered if maybe he was dreaming of you. Selfish, maybe, but the thought made you feel warm and giddy.

In your state of feeling like a school-girl foolishly in love, you kissed his face gently, once over his forehead, then to his eyes, nose, and lastly his soft lips.

This caused Levi to stir, his soft gray eyes fluttering open, looking up at you. He was a little disoriented from the sleepiness, which was evident by the small amount of confusion you identified on his face.

“…Y/n?”

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, kissing him again. “Just go back to sleep.”

“Mmm. Don’t wanna,” he mumbled, “just wanna see you…”

His words caused a blush to creep up onto your cheeks, and you felt them grow warm. But you giggled anyway.

“You’ll see me when you wake up, won’t you? I’ll always be here, Levi. Maybe even in your dreams,” you giggled.

“But seeing the real you is better than dreaming…” he continued to babble on.

“Levi, you’re speaking like you’re trying to flirt with me. You must be real tired, so sleep, love.”

He grumbled some other things that you couldn’t quite figure out what the words were. But he moved his head closer to your chest, muttering about wanting to hear your heart.

As though the entire thing hadn’t happened, Levi was fast asleep once again. You resumed your movements in stroking his hair, pressing one more soft kiss to his forehead, making sure you wouldn’t wake him this time.

You soon found yourself nodding off, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to fight off the sleep to get one last good look at your lover. You smiled to yourself, seeing that he looked perfectly content. As you finally fell asleep, you couldn’t help but wish that there was no war against titans, no pressure of him being humanities strongest, all so that you could stay with him, like this, forever.

[emilykaldwen]

behidn the cut

So I don't know why Helaena needed to walk in on Alicole because that just doesn't give anything? But it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be (re: was Helaena gonna walk in there with her and Jaehaera covered in blood). What I appreciated about the end was that it was such an eerie vibe, a total nightmare that you can't get out of the, the scream stuck in your throat.

(Basically, I feel like that would have been better to happen after B&C rather than during it. Like in the episode she already said we can't do this again and then... they do it again that night and it just mmm, I think undercut it a little? I don't hate it, but I don't care for it)

AEGON THAT WAS MY AEGON THAT'S MY BOY! THE ONE WHO WANTS TO GIVE HIS SON THE UPBRINGING HE DIDN'T HAVE! THE MENACE GREMLIN WHO ENCOURAGES GREMLIN IN HIS KIDS! EEEEE Is he a fantastic dad? No, but he sure as fuck loves those kids and oh my god he's trying and he's fumbling and he has no idea what he's doing but MY BOY IS TRYING and he wants to take care of the smallfolk (something something Alicent always pushing the caring for the smallfolk last season) and Otto is like WELL AKSHULLY and then Aegon is like 'no we gotta pay these guys'

Anyway hm... Good episode. I liked more than I didn't like, and I think I need to do another watch to really get into what my deeper thoughts are.

[parkerlyn]

Hi all! These were short stories about 500-1000 words (depending on the version and character) based on dialogue prompts collected from patrons.

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The Healer: "I want to ruin you" | "How about we continue this somewhere more private?"

Footsteps padded down the stairs in the distance as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. The earthy smell of herbs rose through the Healer's home, and you found yourself hard pressed to leave the warm cocoon of blankets they had left you in. Still, there were only a few moments of free time you could steal from the Healer until the late evening, and you knew you had to seize what you could before the entire city came knocking at their door.

They'd already began setting out their deliveries for the day by the time you made your way downstairs, the mortalis whistling a cheery song before they caught sight of you. They smiled - bright enough to rival the sunrise - and nodded their head to the table. "Some fruit and things I made if you like. Still have a little bit of time before the first person should stop by."

You placed a quick kiss to their lips, tasting the sweet remnants of strawberries - likely from the same batch currently cut and fanned out over the plate laid out for you on the table. The Healer returned the favor, kissing you sweetly on the cheek before almost dropping one of the bottles in their hands. With a laugh, they readjusted their grip on the containers and continued with their to-do list.

Not quite committed to sitting yet, you leaned against the table and watched, plucking some of the berries from the plate and letting the juices sear across your tongue in a rush of sweetness.

"Good?" the Healer asked while their skilled fingers worked open a cactus blade, the plant - safely trimmed - pliant in their strong hands.

You hummed a response through a smile, eyes drifitng up over their tattoos and up their bare arms where their muscles tensed with each movement. They hadn't yet donned their usual clothes for the day - you'd never say you minded - and the loose dark grey cloth drifted forward to reveal more of their chest through the large openings at their sides. Even the look of concentration - eyes narrowed and nose scrunched - endeared the mortalis to you, their hair still messy and swept forward in dark waves with a sliver of their undercut peeking out.

Really, you couldn't be blamed for all that had happened between you, could you?

"How long until the first visit?"

They remained concentrated, some of the moist inner parts of the plant smearing on their fingers. "Mmm..." they pursed their lips in thought. "Probably another half hour?"

Plenty of time. If we're quick.

At your pause, the Healer turned to see the sly grin inching over your face as you straightened. With ease, you weaved your way over to them, placing yourself between their body and the small table in front of them where the cactus leaves were laid out. They lifted their hands, sticky fingers spread wide as they tried to avoid touching you. "Sorry, these things make a mess. Let me get a towel-"

"No need," you assured, grabbing their waist and pulling them flush against you. You heard the hitch in their breath as you pressed into their lower back, grinding them into you. "Got you right where I want you."

Before they could respond, you worked your hands lower. Hands twitched at your side, wanting to hold you, the Healer knitting their brow with frustration at their helpless position. A strangled groan bubbled in their throat as they steadied themself on the table, now unconcerned with the substance spreading across the surface. The motion brought them closer, and you leaned toward their neck to suck gently at the skin.

"I want to ruin you," you breathed against them.

Magic swarmed around their hands in an instant, water from a nearby glass swirling around the sticky residue on their fingers and splashing somewhere on the table, their hands still cool and damp as they urgently brought your face to theirs. The medicines were all but forgotten as you were pushed back against the wall, a soft moan escaping when they trailed their lips up your neck, outlining the glamoured markings haphazardly strewn across your skin that they had traced a thousand times before. Their hand searched desperately for anything exposed, terracotta tattooed fingers gripping at your jaw to frame your mouths together.

The Healer backed away to breathe but kept their chest pinned to you, arms framed around your waist and a dizzy smile on their lips. Staring up through half-lidded eyes, you wondered how, even as disheveled as the two of you were, the Healer still managed to look so beautiful.

To look so...kind.

"Please ruin me-"

Knock knock knock.

"Um...Healer?" came a timid voice from the other side of the front door.

Mortification and heat from another source rose in their face as your eyes widened. The decision took a few more seconds before the Healer sighed with a shaky laugh, removing their hands from your body and coughing with a nod toward the door.

The visitor was dealt with quickly, your sheevra instincts - or maybe just desire - urging you to slam the door in their face. In the time it took them to dispense of them and whatever they had come early for, you thought of a hundred different ways you could meet the Healer's request.

"How about we take this somewhere more private?" they whispered as soon as the door was closed, more plea than question.

You offered your agreement with an outstretched hand, leading them upstairs.

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The Sage: "Are you holding back?"

Sunlight painted broad strokes through the Sage's office, a glowing prism of scattered beams reaching across the walls as the sun sank lower on the horizon. The glass was warm where your palms pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, your gaze flickering over the city sprawling out ahead of you even as your hitched breath fogged up your view.

It wasn't anything celestial that sparked heat through your muscles, but the Sage's body pressed to your back, one hand steadying your waist and the other...

Magic ignited from their fingertips, sending waves of warmth through where your thigh met your torso. It flared around their skilled hands as the embers sunk into your knee, and plummeted down your calf, threatening to flutter over to where you could feel pleasure pooling between your legs. Anxious to be answered but hesitant to be revealed.

Your eyes caught sight of the other walls of their office, hazy through a thick layer of illusion magic. Shelves of perfectly aligned books were decorated with other trinkets, blurry through the curtain of energy swept around you. Trying to bite down your voice, you tried to focus, make out the details, fingers curling and desperate against the smooth surface as you tried to keep quiet.

"Are you holding back?" they murmured, breath gentle but overwhelming as it sent shivers from the nape of your neck to the small of your back. Their chest leaned into your shoulder blades, the shivers transforming into a torrent of goosebumps over your arms as their magic turned frigid. "You don't have to worry, no one can hear us or see us." The hand at your waist smoothed upward to slide away the cloth near your neck as they pressed their lips to your skin, each exhale carrying a small inferno of magic that battled with the icey energy floating under your ribs.

"If you'd prefer we not, I'm happy to continue this later." The sentence was annoyingly professional even as their finger trailed a line under your stomach and drifted downward, lingering over the last layer of your clothes and skirting against the hem. "Should we revist this another time? Perhaps-" The magic switched back, a bolt of heat between your legs as their sigh slid a wintry whisper across your collar. "-we can reschedule for sometime more convenient."

The ploy was a familiar one, but they were always, infuriatingly successful. The chuckle vibrating against your spine would've been annoying, if it didn't also ground you to the feeling of their body and everywhere the two of you were connected.

"Sanctin, shut up," you snarled in frustration, hoping in the moment the words came across stronger and steadier than your legs. You bit down a whimper as their hand left your hip, their arm straightening along yours and pressing their palm into the back of your hand.

"Now, now," they chided, squeezing down in the spaces of sunlight streaming through your fingers. "No need for animosity." Their free hand wandered lower and lower, your clothes pliant to their touch. "Just let me hear you."

Distantly through your dazed mind you wondered why you ever bothered to hold back, a desperate cry blooming from your throat.

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The Magesmith: "You have to work for it"

The days had drawn out longer and longer recently, the Magesmith's evenings consumed by an obsession over their latest commission. Odd hours weren't necessarily out of the ordinary, but you'd admit to a slight preference to smells that did not include burning hair.

Evening had already swept across the city, darkness hiding in the corners of the room where the crystals had chased it into. But even the glow of the magic couldn't keep away the shadows under the Magesmith's eyes as they hunched over their drawing table with papers falling like wilting petals to the floor.

"You're working yourself to death again."

Your voice woke them from their stupor as widened brown eyes looked up at you in shock, before swiveling to the clock with a groan. "Shit."

"Come to bed?"

A pause. "I just have this one last part-"

"Come to bed," you stated more than asked this time, squaring your body into a standoff with the brunette. The Magesmith scrunched their face and sighed before something else washed over their expression. Something...

...like a challenge?

They tapped their pencil against their lips before setting it down on the table, leaning back in their chair with an elbow over the wooden back.

"Make me."

Your brow shot up at the words. Though their expression still remained netural, their eyes bore a hole into you, drifting down across your face, then to your lips, and then back. Maybe it was the late hour, or the sudden confidence in their body, but the statement left you speechless.

"No?" they responded to your silence, and leaned back across the desk. The corner of their mouth twitched. "Suppose I'll get back to work, then."

Oh no you don't.

"And what would you suggest?"

"Sorry, what?" they didn't even deign to look at you, though the smirk was slowly starting to reveal itself on their face. "It's just, I'm already so focused on this design again... but feel free to go to bed without me."

Cheeky little-

Striding over to them, you circled behind and lowered your lips to their neck, breathing against pale skin. You let a kiss linger along their collar, tracing it down their shoulder and reaching a hand around their chest. Angling your arm down, your fingers explored the tensing muscles over their stomach and down further, skating over and gripping carefully at their thigh.

"How's your focus now?" you teased, taking the lobe of their ear between your teeth and grazing gently over the skin.

Victory seemed close as their head tilted to expose more of the soft, sensitive places around their ear - but you should have know it wouldn't be so easy.

A chuckle that you felt through their back. "You're going to have to work a little harder than that."

Well, two can play at that.

The Magesmith yelped as you stepped around and pushed one of their knees to the side, spreading their legs apart and directing their body to the side of their chair so that you could have better access. You leaned over them, gleeful in the shock they tried to hide on their face before they tried to refasten a stoic mask. Supporting yourself on the hands framing their hips, you kneeled before them.

You looked up into their eyes, a dusty rose spreading over their cheeks as their lips parted in shallow breaths, quickening in anticipation. The pencil had been long discarded, the papers forgotten, their focus completely aligned to you.

A smirk graced your mouth as you leaned close, kissing the fabric along their stomach, but not surrendering to their desires - and yours - quite yet.

To their credit, they managed to keep still and not seem too desperate. Though you could read it as easily as if it were written before you with how their magic flickered around your body, heat seeping into your joints and swirling around in your lungs.

Which is why you had to ask, "How's your design going?"

A frustrated exhale through flaring nostrils, followed by a sigh of defeat, the Magesmith's body squirming to be touched again by your hands.

"So. Bed?" they muttered quickly.

You smiled even wider.

"Make me."

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Oisein: "I want to count every one of your freckles"

The great waterfall of Saor towered above, torrential water crashing into the pool behind you. Fine mist lingered in the air as shockwaves of sound thundered through your bones.

But despite the majesty of the scene, all you could focus on was the leanhaun laying by your side.

Oisein's sheevra features shone through as your thumb smoothed over their cheek. Their skin was soft under your caress, your finger sliding down, riding along the ridge of their collar bone before sinking lower over the middle of their chest. In the wake of your touch, their freckles glowed in a tide of light that rippled around where your skin met theirs.

The two of you were silent, conversation all but halting after what had happened in Renescen. It was understandable, and there was no protest when you said you wanted to rush home for a reprieve. Even Oisein, guilty of always batting away anything serious with his sharp wit, had held his tongue - instead enthusiastically offering to accompany you.

It seemed inevitable that you'd end up here again, on the banks of the pools where you'd been so carefree before. A part of you wondered if you shut your eyes tight enough, if you could return to that time. To glittering laughter and the sounds of Heleen and Mav egging you on to jump, Oisein's drenched hair darkened by the water and plastered to his bright, smiling face.

Things would never be like that again, you knew.

For all you had lost, though, you had gained something else in Oisein. And under the cover of the constant fog at the base of Saor, his actions spoke louder than any words could.

You had lost track of your glamors somewhere, but in the moment, you couldn't find it in you to care. Oisein's eyes searched yours for some answer that neither of you had before they leaned forward, pressing your foreheads together. The music of their magic was cautious and uncertain, even as they tried to find the answer in their lips against yours. Nails scratched lightly at your skin in desperation while they cupped your face to theirs, pressing kiss after kiss as if to seal their secrets inside your lungs.

Oisein broke away first, forehead still against you and eyes squeezed shut - maybe trying to return to a simpler time as well, you wondered - and magic still anxious. Jittery notes beat a quiet, timid rhythm as shining violet stared into your eyes again, his swollen lips pressed into a thin line. Anything he wanted to say was swallowed down roughly, hands still firmly planted at either side of your face.

Your own fingers lifted from his neck, reaching upward to sift through his golden hair. Idly, another memory from your life before Renescen resurfaced, your hands reenacting the motions as you gently rubbed circles near his temples, arcing gently upward toward the base of his antlers. Thankfully, you remembered correctly, given the satisfied hum from the leanhaun as they nudged their head against your hands.

"I want to count every one of your freckles," you murmured against their cheek, watching the markings near where you spoke shudder with light as they murmured your name.

"I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips" you said again, face buried in their hair. "Every morning. Every night. Every day until the end."

Frantic hands wrapped around your body, pressing you closer into them and breathing you in. Markings met markings, magic met magic, and their lips found yours again. Urgent, and terrified, but rooting in the feel of your skin against theirs.

"Gladly," he whispered, pulling your hand toward him to kiss your wrist. "Every morning." A kiss at your sternum. "Every night." A kiss against your stomach. "Every day." Thumbs following the lines of your hips. "Until the end."

Through the clouds of mist surrounding you, you could just see the stars - dull in comparison to the universe alight on Oisein's skin, sparks igniting behind your eyes and burning through your veins.

[macabremenagerie]

the tension between me and this spiderweb undercut. I think I’d get it much smaller. but mmm. it fascinates me.