#or for their first kiss to go that hard lmao

[biteyoubiteme]

txt without protection

warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of choking, cockwarming?, orgasm denial, breeding kink, marking, fingering, birth control mentioned?, ummmm prob forgot some sorry >< wc: 2.7k (400-600 words each) an: well hello >< this is eh but yeah no one asked for this I just can't help myself lmao sooooo hope you enjoy <333 [m.list]

yeonjun .ᐟ

wears them because he knows it makes you feel more comfortable. He would do just about anything you suggested, condom, no condom, he couldn't care less so long as he had you. But even if you were on birth control, you feared getting pregnant, especially early into the relationship. But as time went on, the two of you got so secure that it slipped your mind more often than not. “We don't have a condom.” The swift reminder was enough to make sure yeonjun knew the boundaries; he didn't push to go any further than getting you off with his fingers or his mouth, less worried about himself when most of his pleasure came from seeing you get off.

But it never helped you to see him so understanding, so comforting, without a blink of an eye, it made you tempted each time to say it didn't matter anymore. Especially when it was after a long night, Yeonjun's hands on you, guiding you back to the elevator of your hotel. His soft kisses pepper along your skin, and he's quick to take off your clothes, moaning while you tug him free from his jeans. And for the first time, it's yeonjun to remind you that he's forgotten the condom, left at home without thinking, but you don't pull away. “I don’t care,” the words said between kisses, Yeonjun's reassuring questions only solidifying your decision.

He would give you anything you wanted, but as soon as he slipped in, he knew he wouldn't be able to pull out. Because for the first time, he wasn't chasing his high vicariously through you, but solely focused on himself only after half a thrust in. It was almost like it was the first time all over again, his amazement at the way your body took him in, eyes locked on the place the two of you met, his hand pressing right down over your pelvis until you started to squirm. “You take me so fucking well,” his stomach flexes with each drag of his hips, hair handing in his eyes and he curses. The feeling makes him dizzy, dragging him down to the beginning of something he will never come back from. And when you finish, back arching off the bed, he can't help but follow right after.

But it's the sight of your cunt leaking his cum that does it for him, still high off the feeling of you but pulled right back in by the view. He's quick to collect everything he can, pushing his fingers back into your still pulsing body, getting you off on his fingers without realizing it was happening with how distracted he was just watching his cum being pushed back in, over and over. His cock was already stirring back to life with the visual alone, “I don't think ill ever get tired of this,”

soobin .ᐟ

fully knows he has a breeding kink and tries to hide it at first, but not well. Uses condoms the first few times you're together because he feels it's the right thing to do, but you know almost instantly that he didn't want to.

As soon as he was in you the only thing he could think about was taking the condom off, all of his dirty talk consisting of, “fuck imagine how it would be raw-” “god, if I could fill you up I would,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard the condom breaks,” still makes you beg for him to fill you even when he wears one. But he is not impossible, he does not beg you to take it off, does not try to convince you that it would be better without one, he is unbothered if you plan to have him wearing condoms for most of your relationship so long as he gets to fuck you. he rolls it on with no complaint.

You know how badly he wants it, and you couldn't even deny you wanted it just as badly. His whispering promises to keep you stuffed full replaying in your mind over and over as if he were speaking your thoughts right out into the open between the two of you. So many times you almost told him to pull out and get rid of the thing, make well on all his words, and just do whatever it was he wanted. But you liked it so much better when you finally told him he didn't need one, “If you stay still, I'll let you put it in without a condom.” You watched the way his breathing jumped, his eyes not leaving yours as if looking for the trick in the words.

You only wanted to see how long he would last before taking over. And he started off so well, sitting against the pillows, head rolling back as you finally sank down onto him, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tried to swallow down his obscenely loud moans. He was holding onto your hips like a vice, fingerprints sure to be ingrained in the soft skin from how tightly he kept his hands. He was straining so hard not to move, panting with desperation, trying to grasp a single breath in his lungs before he died because that's what it felt like, dying because he couldn't move. “Does it feel good?” you asked so sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead, already coated in a fine layer of sweat. And he nodded, trying to as he clenched his lips closed, eyes falling shut as he tried not to think about how warm and wet you felt wrapped around him, everything he had ever wanted handed to him at what cost?

He wanted to be good, but the second you clenched around him, he couldn't stop himself. He only moved your hips just enough to feel the way you reacted, your lashes fluttering as he found the right spot. It was in that look that he didn't care anymore, flipping the two of you over and pummeling into your waiting cunt. “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, arms wrapped around you, one hand at the back of your neck tucking you into his shoulder while the other was holding your ribs pushing your chest as close as he could get you. He didn't even care how embarrassing it was to finish so fast because he was fucking his first load right into you in no time, still hard and not stopping. Your soft whimpers keep him going, his thrusts matching his words, “fuck, imagine if I got you pregnant,” “god I'm going to fill you to the brim with my cum,” “I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone is going to know you're mine,”

beomgyu .ᐟ

the night the two of you met had been messy and drunken, condom well forgotten, and since then, never even brought up. And it wasn't as if they weren't around, the box in his nightstand drawer unopened and collecting dust. And it was in one moment when you teased him about needing to wear one that he was taken aback, “Why would I?” The look he had made you giggle, the pure concern written on his brow enough to make the teasing worth it. “Maybe as punishment for annoying me or just cause I said so,” it had been all fun and games, you liked it too much when he came inside you to actually suggest him wearing one, but his jaw clicked nonetheless.

He had you pinned to the mattress in seconds, hands working over your body, pulling off your clothes just to suck marks onto your neck, your chest, your stomach. He wanted you worked up, clawing at him back, trying to tug him closer when he started to prod his tip right against your entrance before pulling away. “No, no, no,” because he was leaving the cradle of your hips, your arms and reaching out for the nightstand, “it was a joke- I'm sorry, please gyu just fuck me-” because you had never felt so empty, seconds away from having him only to be left with nothing.

He didn't even argue, just slotting himself right back where he belonged, sinking into your warmth, both of you moaning out into the empty room. He would get so close to you, his hand around your throat, keeping you in place as he taunted you, “You feel how perfect we fit together?” all his slow thrusts building up as he questioned you, “You were made for me, don't you think?” you nodded too lost to the feeling of him pressed right against that sweet spot to form words.

He knows when you're close, feels it in the way your body starts to flutter around his, whimpers turning to gasps right before he pulls out. Any longer and he would have spilled everything, cock throbbing and begging to be back in you, sticky and bumping his stomach as you cried out. “Beomgyu!” your knees pulling in as if you could have stopped him from pulling out.

He wants to tease you more, make you watch him fuck his hand until his cum is spilling onto his fingers but he knows even touching himself a little bit when he was this close would end him. “It's just like filling a condom, you don't get anything. Isn't that what you said you wanted?”

“No, I'm sorry, please,” because your orgasm was already rolling away from you, your nerves right on the edge. “Maybe I should punish you for even thinking about me putting on a condom.” your fingers reached down to try and rub at your clit, his hand quick to tug it away, “no, your pussy is mine and if you think for one second you could tell me how I use it you're mistaken,”

“I'm sorry, I'm sor-” he doesn't even let you finish, pushing all the way in without warning, hips snapping into yours. Both of you cum hard enough to see stars, the slick sounds of him fucking his release back into you making your head roll back. And the next morning, you find that unused box of condoms waiting at the bottom of the trash like it never existed in the first place.

taehyun .ᐟ

the safest boy around, paranoid on the worst of days. He is dedicated to wearing a condom, making sure to always keep one on him, just in case. And when you start to bring up the question of maybe not wearing them anymore, since you’d been on birth control for nearly the entirety of your relationship. But he had responded with a simple, “Maybe,” as if you had asked him if he wanted to eat out instead of staying in for dinner.

You had dropped the topic all until the two of you were on the couch one evening, the lazy makeout turning into fumbling hands at waistbands. You were only a few feet from the bedroom, the nightstand stocked up, and yet still not close enough to want him to break away from you for even a second. And when he did try to pull away, you were quick to pull him right back, sinking your hips down on him, arms wrapped right around his shoulders, fingers twangling in his hair. His nose bumped along your cheek as he muttered, “I know what you're doing,” his hand sliding down your back, cupping your ass as you shake your head in confusion, “doing what?” breathless and not caring if you got caught.

But he knew you too well, and your little act. With the position you had taken, trying to keep him in place, you forgot one little detail: the fact that he was so strong and could lift you, flipping you on your back and pressing you into the couch cushions with nothing but his hips. His mouth hot at your ear whispering, “If you're good, I'll give it to you.” his fingers slipped into your panties, circling your clit just enough to have your response be a whimpered promise. And he will have you right on the edge of believing him, stripping you down and making you beg for his cock while his fingers are shoved deep into you, bulge rutting against your leg, a pretty wet spot of precum already dotting the fabric of his underwear.

If he were mean, he would get up and still grab the condom, make you roll it down over his shaft like a punishment before apologizing with fucking you but that would be underestimating the neediness that was eating him alive. So instead, he would promise not to put it in, give you almost exactly what you wanted, rubbing his tip right over your clit over and over until he was grinding his cock right against your slick folds. Your whining is so loud, the pleas desperately clawing at him, enough for him to shove his fingers into your mouth, the taste of you still on them as he quieted your words.

“Just the tip and I'll pull out.” It's a weak attempt at holding onto some control, but the second he just pushed in just enough, he knew it was a bad idea, his arms trembling to hold himself up, to keep himself steady when you're rolling your hips to get him in deeper. And just as he's about to finish, he's too lost to even care about a condom because instead of pulling out he pushes all the way in, triggering your orgasm just in time to take all the cum he's now spilling into you without a drop of regret.

kai .ᐟ

always uses one, makes sure to keep them at both of your places and has pulled away with that sad puppy dog look once he's realized he forgot to bring one with him to your small trip. His face flushed and hair a mess as he apologized. And it's so sweet the way he cares, knows that he would rather sacrifice and set the barrier between the two of you instead of worrying about pregnancy scares.

But now the two of you are far too gone to really care, already stripped down to your underwear, grinding on him while you promise it's okay, “you can pull out,” your whispered words pressed to his ear so tempting even when he knows himself. Because Kai didn't know if he would be able to stop himself the second he felt your wet cunt without anything in between the two of you. He already found it hard enough to not completely blow his load fast with a condom, but without? Felt impossible.

But you were dragging your hips just right, drawing his mind into every direction as you begged with whispering words of, “Please Hyuka, I need you,” It was enough to have him questioning if condoms were ever really needed because once he finally slipped in, feeling just how warm you were, just how close you could be, he was a goner. You had never seen that look on his face before, not so blissed out in nothing less than a second, brows close together, his mouth opened in a silent moan. His hips had a mind of their own, lost to anything but the feeling of you until he was sloppily fucking into you tucking his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressed to your pulse as he moaned with every drag, completely flush with every part of you.

And he almost didn't remember, almost. Because it was as the words were leaving his mouth that he was on the edge of his orgasm, that he realized he was far too close to filling you up with little room for remorse until after his high had washed away. So he tried to pull away, even when he didn't want to because he wanted to do right, but it was you who locked your legs around him, pressing the heels of your feet into his back to keep him right where he wanted to be. “No, please, I wanna feel it, please-” and he can't stop himself, his body melting into you before he starts to tremble, a low groan rumbling against your chest as he spills everything he has right into you. Even you're surprised with how long you feel him pulsing inside you, his whimpers so sweet as apologizes unable to stop his slow final thrusts to make sure all of his cum is pumped deep into you.

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[abbotfan]

FUZZY PINK HANDCUFFS

jack abbot x reader (AFAB)

based on this request: "Handcuffing him to the bed while you sit on top of him, taking him insanely slow as he loses his mind 😊😊😊"

note: i blacked out when i wrote this dont ask me any questions this is my first time posting smut and i hate it but here we are

warnings: mdni, handcuffed s3x lmao, p in v, uhh idk what ppl usually put here i will probably edit more in later

"you sure about this?"

he was too kind for his own good. you wanted to absolutely ruin this man the way you had been imagining for months on end and here he was asking if you were sure. he was actually worried you had changed your mind.

you laughed, reaching into your nightstand drawer and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, "are you?"

he watched the pieces of metal with pink fuzz around the outside dangle from your index finger.

your heart jumped at the way he looked back at you— lust filled his hazel gaze. you loved every second of it... but that wasn't enough.

"i need a verbal conf-"

he pulled you against his body, a hand holding your waist to keep you pressed against his crotch. he was rock hard already, it was enough to make you smile.

"yes, i'm sure."

"good, because i am too. now strip."

-

jack was putty in your hands and you both knew it. he was straining against the handcuffs keeping him cuffed to the bed every time you touched him.

you were taking things slow, savoring every second you had him like this; it was potent. you had the object of all your desires practically dying just to touch you.

"sweetheart, please."

"please, what?"

"let me touch you."

you smiled. he was begging and you were smiling.

"i'm not above begging," he added, patience running thin, "please."

you dragged a hand over the taught muscles of his stomach, watching them jump under his skin, "you know the safe word, jack. if you want out, just say it."

and oh, wasn't that an interesting expression. jack abbot, rugged veteran with more demons than you could count, pained by something so simple. he could get out of those handcuffs in seconds if he just said the word, but he refused.

you fucking loved it... how could you not?

you pulled down your red lace panties and sat on his sturdy thighs. you couldn't miss the way he groaned as you grazed his dick, giving you another head rush. he leaned up to kiss you hungrily, his mouth almost bruising your soft lips. you almost caved and un-cuffed him yourself just so you could feel his needy hands on your body.

you pulled away, your forehead resting against his, "color?"

"green."

he stared at you with a determined look that told you he had meant what he said.

"good, because i wanna ride you... is that okay?"

"jesus, yes, yeah that's- that's great."

God, he could be such a dork.

you wasted no time putting the condom on his already leaking cock— as much as you hated to admit it, you were starting to get impatient too.

you lined yourself up and started sinking down onto his length when he first whimpered.

"fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart."

your head fell on his shoulder as he bottomed out, "shit, jack."

you could feel him sucking on the skin at your shoulder as he left a hickey.

when you finally started moving, you took it slow; your hips slowly ground against his so you could memorize how he felt.

"sweetheart, please."

"so needy," you hummed, gasping when he bucked up, "and impatient."

jack was putting his mouth on any skin he could reach, tugging against the handcuffs to leave little kisses everywhere.

you started riding him properly now, keeping a slow pace as his breathing got more and more ragged.

"you're doing great for me, jack," you mused with a particularly slow grind, making him let out another pained whine.

your hips started rolling at a much faster pace, now chasing your own pleasure, and he took that opportunity to start bucking into you too.

"

"yeah? me too, sweetheart."

you rolled your hips in the exact way that made him go breathless just a few more times and he came with a string of expletives flying out of his mouth. you continued riding him until you came too, your whole body feeling the release at once.

you were out of it, still a bit woozy from your orgasm when you hear him say it.

"tapestry."

you grab the key from the nightstand and rush to unlock the cuffs, "you okay? fuck, i'm sorry."

he stared at you with intense sincerity, "you did nothing wrong, why are you apologizing?"

"you said the safe word...?"

he smiled, rolling out his arms, "i wanted to help you clean up."

"oh."

jack went to the connected bathroom and came back with a wet hand towel and lotion. you massaged him with the lotion while he clean off your body with the damp towel. it was comfortable, pleasant, and incredibly easy.

when it was all said and done, he saved you a spot next to him on the bed. you curled up next to him and started drifting into sleep.

"next time, you're getting cuffed," he murmured.

[pricegotmedickmatized]

Gaz with his best friend, they’ve known each other since they were in diapers, their families have been neighbors since the dawn of time, every holiday and birthday and wedding and funeral and reunion of one of their families automatically invites the other’s

and Gaz is usually so good about smiling and nodding and behaving like a good, normal, well functioning person, pretending to be so well adjusted, just a Nice, Sweet, Good Guy. carries in his bestie’s grandmas groceries, driver her little brothers to football practice when her mom was busier than all hell at work, went to every single one of his besties band performances and orchestra accompaniment, eyes never on the opera unfolding on stage, but always on her and her alone, because he may pretend he’s just a well adjusted normal guy, but in his head? there’s this voice.

cw: manipulation, extremely possessive behavior, stalking (ish?), pervy behavior, gaslighting, manwhore Gaz, breeding kink? or possibly just Extra Strength Manipulation depending on how you wanna see it

also this got extremely long lmao sorry

in his head there is a fell voice telling him to sink his teeth into his best friends neck and never let go, keep her pinned on the goddamn ground beneath him so he can rut her like a fucking animal. it started small on a tropical vacation their families took together in their mid teens when he’d just figured out what his hand and his dick were for. and suddenly his dorky best friend was wearing bikinis, skin warm and gleaming with tanning lotion in the sun and he had to stay half in the water to hide how hard he always was around her

was easier to keep his cock under control when he noticed other people looking at her, but that voice in his head hissed that they wanted her too, they could see her, all her curves and her youth and her bright laughter and wanted it for themselves when it belonged to him, all of her belonged to him

it only got worse after that summer. he bided his time in a way, not making a concrete move on her, not yet, learning all he could about sex and pleasure and how to keep himself under control during it because he wanted her first time to be perfect, and he would make sure that her first time was with him. first, last, and all the times between. but even though she didn’t know she belonged to him yet, and even though he didn’t make that intention known to her, everyone else around them knew it. all the lads who tried to flirt with her after class got cornered in the halls or in the alleys on their route home, or if they didn’t get the message he’d be waiting in their bedrooms where they jerked off thinking about her, and very quickly all interested parties disappeared. leaving just Gaz.

Gaz who would walk her to every class and tell her jokes to make her laugh, sweet and attentive, giving her his jacket or holding her books and offering her some of his water to keep her hydrated on hot days, even while he had his head on a swivel for anyone he didn’t approve of being within ten feet of her. he’d chill out once he got his cock in her, probably. Gaz fucked lots of girls, but was clear with all of them it’d never be serious. he was gentle and charming enough none of them noticed they were being used, studied, and then discarded. all he needed from them was experience, research.

and gaz would hold her when she cried about no one asking her to a school dance, and how when she’d gotten her courage up to ask someone he actually ran away. gaz would kiss her cheek and rub her back, cuddling her close and grateful for the huge stuffed bear he’d won her last year at the summer fair that kept her from feeling his cock (hard, so hard because she was so close and smelled so good) and he’d tell her sweetly how all those guys were fools, any of them would be the luckiest man alive to go with her. why didn’t she just go with gaz, just have fun with him and forget about all of them, didn’t gaz always make sure she had a good time? didn’t he always take care of her?

he’d sneak into her room while pretending to use the bathroom during loud, rowdy group family dinners between their families, and he’d paw through her messy drawers, take quick pictures of her bras and the secret stash of smut books she’d stolen from her mother and stuffed beneath her bed, and every time he’d steal a panty from her drawer. and later that night he’d have it wrapped around his cock, leaking pre and grinding his teeth as he looked at all the pictures of her he’d taken: a blurry shot under her skirt, her ass in tiny shorts while she’d been sleeping in his bed, a zoomed in picture of her tits in a bikini top, the pictures of her naked and wet from her shower in her room he’d taken outsider her window since she never fixed the blinds after he’d carefully ruffled them to give him the perfect view inside.

cleaning his cum out of her panties in his sink by hand was a pain, but way preferable to the lecture from his mum when she’d caught him throwing a pair of girls underwear in with his laundry (he’d done his own laundry for years, thought there was no way his mum would catch him. wrong. he can’t imagine how much worse it woulda been if she’d known they were his best friends stolen without permission)

all in preparation for the day the two of them were home alone together, just before he was set to go off for training camp, and she sighed and asked him if he thought she was desirable. to which of course he told her honestly she was the most beautiful girl in the world, the way he always had since they were in a goddamn playpen together.

“No one else seems to think so. I’ve got friends and I know I should be happy with that, but I want…I want-”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“…I want a boyfriend.”

Gaz smirked, rising from his slump on the couch where he’d been watching her more than the movie on the screen, and he pressed his sudden advantage. watched her eyes get wide, her breath catch, the confusion pinching her brows even as her mouth parted, pupils dilating as he braced a hand on the back of the couch, the other on the arm behind her back, looming over her.

“That’s not what you want, is it, love?” against her ear as she trembled, breathing hard, “You wanna be fucked.”

“K-Kyle”

he sat back just as quick, smirking, keeping his eyes on her.

“I’d be happy to give you what you want.”

she gaped at him, face flushed, making a small sound of surprise when one of his hands dropped to her thigh, lightly tracing circles there.

“B-but…but I…you never…I’ve never-”

“I know, sweetheart.” a kiss to her temple, to distract her from his hand sliding beneath the hem of her skirt “but don’t I always take care of you? Who can you trust if not me, angel?” another kiss to her cheek, his fingers hooked in the fabric of her panties over her hip, tugging lightly. now that he’s this close to finally sinking inside that pretty pussy he feels like his control is slipping slightly. “Don’t I always make sure you have a good time? Let me make it good for you, sweetheart, prove how desirable you are.”

in less than two minutes her skirt’s flipped up, panties tucked into his pocket, her bra and shirt are on the floor, his hands are anchored on her thighs brushing the tender skin with hers in her hair and clutching the back of his neck and she’s screaming his name as she shakes apart and gives him her first orgasm with a partner on his tongue.

in ten minutes he’s got three fingers in her, his mouth fastened around her clit as she cums again slurring his name like an appeal to god as he hums, drunk off the honeyed taste of her cunt as he humps the cushions to give his cock some relief

relief that doesn’t come until he’s worked his cock balls deep, pouring praise all over her for every inch she takes “so pretty, baby, god, look at you, made to take this cock, feel so good, so tight, fuck, so fucking perfect, just a little bit more sweetheart, you can take a little more can’t you?” and goddamn she takes it so fucking good, fat tears sliding down her cheeks as he grinds the base of his cock against her clit, the head pressed tight against her cervix and he’s not wearing a condom

“Ky-Kyle, god, ah, s-so d-deep, fuck, but what, ah! You’re not wearing a, ah, ah!”

he doesn’t let her ask, just shushes her sweetly, catches her mouth in a kiss and swallows her protests as his hips start to roll. she’s even wetter than he dreamed, tighter, hotter, just fucking better, no other pussy he’s ever had could ever compare to her, and by god he’s going to keep his cock warm in this cunt for the rest of his life, get her as addicted to him as he is to her, and if he starts out by fucking her bareback and risky while she’s too horny to think about it (and ovulating, he’s got her cycle tracked on his phone) then that’s how he’ll get started

he’ll make it up to her in the morning after she passes out on her fourth orgasm, taking his second load in his bed. he’ll make her breakfast and ask her out on a proper date and she’ll say yes because she always says yes to what he asks her to do.

she’s such a good girl.

she’ll probably get pregnant too, and it’ll only take him his first three loads.

he kisses her slack mouth and groans as he fucks deep, his cum squelching around his cock, mixed with his saliva and her own wetness, sloppy wet and drooling out, dripping down his still far too heavy balls. he’s just gotta have her one more time. he’s waited so long to have her on her back in his bed like this, he’s gotta drain his balls dry, make sure his cum gets pumped deep into her womb to breed her up right. she’s so good for him, giving him everything he needs. she always does. this won’t be any different.

and he’ll take care of everything after this, sweetheart, just leave it to him

[bevioletskies]

Being with you is what I do for myself. THAMEPO HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT (2024-2025)

[good-beanswrites]

0306 ship fic? 👉👈

So. I usually don't like writing sappy ship things because 1. my aroace ass isn't great at it and I'd rather leave that to the more skilled fanbase, and 2. I like exploring elements of a developing relationship other than physical moments. However. However. I was hit with Fluff Beam while writing this, so first kiss with Mappi fic be upon ye :')

“Won’t you kiss me, Fuuta-kun?”

He tipped his head back with a drawn-out noise of exasperation. This wasn’t a new or surprising question by any means. He always hated when it came up, though. He waved the mixing spoon in the air.

“Don’t you ever get tired of all that sappy romance stuff? You’ve asked me enough times…” And each time, I have to endure the pain of lying to you. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Helping you, for that matter!”

He used the spoon to gesture to the baking supplies cluttering the prison’s tiny kitchen, flinging some strawberry filling in the process. Mahiru had started a batch of cupcakes in celebration that her arm had come out of its sling, only for it to start hurting halfway through from the overuse. If Fuuta had known that yanking the bowl away from her would volunteer him to finish the whole project, he would have thought twice about it. He still would have done it, of course, but he’d at least have thought twice.

Fortunately, Mahiru was a good teacher who hovered over his shoulder to explain each step in great detail without ever sounding patronizing. Unfortunately, it became more difficult to deny her request when she leaned so close, continuing to pry.

“Isn’t that the best reason? You’re being so kind, Mahiru should return the favor.”

“No, you shouldn’t have to 'return' anything! I’m doing this because I…” he swallowed. “Because I think you’re an idiot for going and getting yourself hurt again!”

“Oh, don’t say that, Fuuta-kun!” She giggled, not sounding hurt at all. She never did.

“It’s true!” She was indeed an idiot, the way she kept pestering him for something more. As usual, her mind had flown somewhere far outside of reality. Whatever she was picturing between her and Fuuta was nothing but one-sided romance. She was the one that warmed the room when she came in. She was the one who created butterflies in stomachs and blushes in cheeks. She was the one that made any of this feel like anything.

Fuuta, on the other hand, knew he brought nothing to the table. If she thought he was kind, it was all in her head. If she viewed him as attractive, it was definitely nothing but her fantasy. And now, if she anticipated him being a good kisser, it was just another delusion she’d lost herself in. As usual, she needed someone to save her from such delusions. That, at least, was the one good thing he could do for her.

“Just forget it, will ya? It’s not gonna happen.”

Behind him, Mahiru said nothing. He finished stirring in the final ingredient. He turned to ask her what came next, only to discover the most heartbroken expression he’d ever seen on her. She sniffled.

“Mappi!”

“I-I’m sorry. I was too much again, wasn’t I? I understand. I know… I know anyone would be afraid to kiss me.”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid!”

“Well, I mean,” she lowered her head, strands of hair falling over her eyes. “Given my record with boyfriends, it really wouldn’t be smart to fall in love with me, hm?”

“You callin’ me stupid?” The question came tumbling out before Fuuta realized the confession embedded within them. Mahiru’s head snapped up, the prior mist in her eyes made them shine with excitement, now.

She opened her mouth to point out the obvious. Fuuta shoved a spoonful of strawberry filling between her lips, panicking.

“Tell me if that needs anything else!” He turned on his heel, slamming the bowl down on the counter.

He took a measured inhale. Then an exhale. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not scared, you know? I… I would really want to. T-to kiss you, I mean. But if I did, it’ll only prove to you that you don’t really want this.” He turned. “It’ll only make you more upset, and I’m not the – agk!”

Mahiru cupped his cheeks and brought him down to her lips. He made a little strangled sound as he was pressed back into the counter. At that moment, Fuuta had a total of three trains of thought before his brain fried like an overheating computer and went blank.

The first: Holy shit!

Second: I’ve never done this before. God, am I doing this right? What am I supposed to do with my hands? Or my mouth? Should I keep holding my breath? I’m definitely not doing this right.

And third: Holy shiiiiiiiit!

When she pulled away, rosy-cheeked and smiling wide, Fuuta’s arm instinctively reached up to hide his face. He was painfully aware of the burning across his skin, surely turning him a mortifying shade of red.

“Well?” She asked, seemingly oblivious to the state she’d reduced him to. “That was proof enough for Mahiru! What about Fuuta-kun?”

“I-I, well. You –" You tasted like strawberries. “You’re damned lucky no one was around, pulling a stunt like that!”

Mahiru waved the comment away with a fluttery hand gesture. “I meant, what did you think? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He scowled at her. “I… I don’t know!”

Mahiru considered the statement. Rather than realize that, for the first time in his life, Fuuta was rendered entirely speechless, she took it at face value. “Well, then, I suppose we’ll just have to try again~”

“Wait, wha–?”

[afterlife-2004]

THEY KEPT THE TAILS GETTING BEATEN BY SHADOW TRADITION

[royaltea000]

How (if at all) has Temp changed after the whole "being burned at the stake because the french were salty" deal

Well for one I think he has a big fear of fire now naturally and (I forget to draw this constantly but) burn scars over half of his body not just on his face. He’s kinda self conscious about em and has his bad confidence days but he’s learning how to love himself more these days and it’s getting better :)

I also wanna go the really angsty route and say that because of the smoke inhalation damage to his lungs - he can’t sing beautifully like he used to and even his speaking voice is raspier and a bit quiet now

He and France are very cold and barely civil to each other now - everyone knows not to leave those two in a room together alone. More often than not Gil ends up being the default mediator between em lol

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[softdreamlesssleep]

God, "I missed you" sex is the best

[mermaidsirennikita]

🎄Romance Advent🎄 Day 13: Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole

One-sentence summary: Blood-maddened vampire assassin Conrad is taken to an old mansion to detox, only to realize that the beautiful dancer he sees (and can speak to) is not a hallucination, but a ghost.

Why read it: I mean, aside from that insane summary, this is a great entry point to Immortals After Dark, and has a hero who is, by IAD standards, baby? I mean, he can and will kill anyone who touches his woman and, again, is clinically insane, but Conrad is allso so wounded and so sweet at his core, and also, much to his eternal embarrassment, a vIRGIN (something his brother loudly points out in front of his ghost girlfriend). And Neomi, our heroine, makes it even better. She's funny, she's angry, she's flirty, and Conrad's brokenness calls to her own in a way that's just gorgeous.

Lives in my brain rent-free: Conrad is in the shower, really determined to ignore the Sexy Ghost Lady because SURELY she's in his head, right? And Neomi, rather determined to get him to break and a former burlesque performer, begins doing an elaborate striptease with lines like "Does Conrad want to see my panties?" (He does. As previously mentioned, Conrad is a 300-year old-virgin.) GOLD. QUEEN SHIT.

[deklo]

still testing positive 😃

[vulpixelates]

i am so very tempted to replay the dragon age games for some reason but there's literally no point bc i'm getting a new computer soon 🙃 but the urge... is so strong...

so instead maybe i will just plan out my romances/characters/classes

[fatedmuses]

//Honestly Carolina never stops yelling at me if I'm not doing what she wants I might have to go replay her in datv to get her to shut up lmao

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part three

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex work, oral (f receiving) panty stealing hehe, fingering, reader is HELLA rich and Satoru is almost a sugar baby lmao, fluffy/sweet, tension - lots of it- he becomes lowkey/highkey Yan tbh, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

<<<Part Two - Part Four>>>

Escort! Satoru 'How much for twenty minutes of your time?' your words halt him now, his hand on the doorknob, cock immediately hard, throbbing at just the sound of your voice, the intent there behind it something he's just been fantasizing about day in and day out since he first met you. 'Twenty minutes?' He puts a smirk on his face, turning to face you now, lowering those black Gucci shades just a bit, as you sit there on that desk like a whole fucking meal, sexy business skirt slipping up your thighs just so. 'Twenty minutes of my company?' he turns the lock with a resounding click, dress shoes clicking on the hardwood floors slowly, as he steps closer, until he's leaning over you. 'And what do you want in this twenty minutes?'

Escort! Satoru watches as your eyes lower, nervously shifting, as his hand slips up a thigh, gently pushing it down, so he can step right between your legs. 'Anything you're comfortable with, Satoru... I'd never ask for anything you don't want to do' why do your sweet words have to make his heart race!? Even faced with finally getting more of your time, he also can't take just how much you mean to him, how deeply he fucking feels for you in this moment already. 'I'm comfortable doing anything to your pretty body' he says then, watching your eyes dilate, your lips part, his hands slipping your skirt up just a bit over your stockings. 'So you just say what you want, sweetheart' your hand trails down his abdomen, as you whisper 'I want you to make me cum, please'

Escort! Satoru has your back pressed right on your desk now, shoving stacks of papers out of the way, you gasp at the quick motion, when he shoves your skirt all the way up, revealing black garters adorning your thighs, and already soaked black panties, which he peels down. 'Your eyes... let me...' you take off his glasses with a shaky hand, setting them next to you, revealing those baby blues with snowy lashes lowered. 'They're so pretty... Satoru, are we...' he chuckles, but inhales when he sees your perfect cunt, the strings of sticky cum attached to the panties, moaning at the sight. 'We're not fucking in just twenty minutes, no sweetheart, even if you beg, I'm not busting that fast' your thighs are shaking then, breaths quicker as he pulls those panties fully off, you don't see that he tucks them in his pocket, all you see is him get on his knees.

Escort! Satoru parts your swollen lips with two long fingers, revealing the wetness just drooling from your little hole, he feels your hands grip his expensive black suit as he breathes on it, then inhales your scent, watching the little clit twitch just from that, hearing your soft little whimper. 'Satoru um... you're... ah!' You have to slam a hand on your mouth, what if someone fucking heard you!? This is insane, you're acting so crazy for this man. You see Satoru's brilliant blue eyes looking up, lidded with desire, when he presses a kiss right over your hood, letting your lips slip back together, his fingers now shoving your thighs farther, pressing into them. 'I'm going to have you cum all over my face, sweets, you can pay my fee after' you're done once he's slipped a tongue up your slit, screaming out into your hand, cunt clenching around nothing.

Escort! Satoru is clearly a fucking expert, you've not been with anyone in so long, that just a flick of his tongue destroys you, blood rushing in your ears while your other hand grips his silky white locks. 'Mmm, taste s'fucking good, fuck...' your hips arch, as he starts lapping up your slit, to your little clit, sucking it into his hot mouth now, you're gasping in pleasure, cunt pulsing and pouring more and more arousal for his hungry mouth. 'Oh my god, Satoru... mnh!' your soft, pleading whisper makes him so hard it hurts, he's rubbing himself over his pants then, leaking precum, while your thighs close in on his head. 'Lemme see how many times I can have you cum, set the timer' he says, grinning when he stands, slipping two fingers in your snug little channel.

Escort! Satoru watches you grab your phone with shaky hands, eyeing the time. 'fifteen left, sweets' he murmurs, leaning over you as he curls his fingers up in gummy walls, slick coating you, and you set it, his lips so close to you, you can damn near taste yourself. 'You don't kiss, but you...' Satoru sighs, breath tickling your lips as you bite your lower lip, hand pulling on his tie now. 'This is five star treatment, reserved for very...' he presses a kiss on you neck, your breasts that are peeking from your blouse, 'very.... very special clients only' his fingers curl just so, you scream out against your palm again, as Satoru's close to busting watching you, tasting your sweetness on his lips. 'there's once' he's sitting you up higher as you're spasming around his fingers, sitting right in your office chair now, burying his face back between your thighs again, yanking you against him.

Escort! Satoru has the next orgasm all over his face, fuck he's drowning in you, lewd, wet squelching sounds echoing in your pretty bright office. 'That's it, cum again, let me drink you up, slutty little cunt loves it, huh?' no one has ever spoke this way, no one has devoured you like this, your hoarse voice cries out when his tongue flicks over and over again. 'Satoru, oh my god, t-too much I...' he laughs a bit, fingers scissoring in and out of your soppy hole, raising a brow. 'C'mon, you can give me one more, can't you baby?' baby, the word echoes as you nod, helpless, trying to remember, this was his job, his career, that it's just that, nothing more. But how can you when he's pulled you by the fat of your ass, and his face is fucking buried against you!? As he's drinking your soaking wetness all up, as you shatter, cumming so hard you almost fucking faint, you can't even see.

Escort! Satoru presses one more kiss, smirking as you twitch, thighs shaking, your breaths coming so quick, your grip so tight on his hair it hurts, but it hurts so good. 'Satoru, fuck you're... some pussy eating prodigy like...' he snorts in laughter now, easing his fingers out, coated and dripping with you, making you heat up, when he places them against your lips. 'Open' you eagerly listen, sucking his long fingers, as the timer sets off, you hastily shut it off, tasting your sweetness on him, as he watches your flushed face, your glittery eyes. 'Look at you, so pretty, so fucked out, already...' you pull back your lips with a pop, running your fingers down his hard abdomen, dying to know what he looks like. 'Let me make you cum' he pauses then, because one fucking flick of your tongue and he'd probably bust all over. 'twenty minutes is over, I'm afraid'

Escort! Satoru earns a cute little pout, as you close your thighs, grabbing the phone, that bracelet glinting. 'How much?' you ask softly, Satoru eyes your bare ears, thinking next he'll buy you pretty earrings to dangle off them. 'Twenty minutes? Four hundred.' His price should freak you out, but you don't bat a pretty eyelash, his phone dings, and you've sent eight hundred instead, making him eye you. 'I said four-' you shake your head. 'Worth it' you hop off your desk, wobbling just a bit, he has to steady you now, pressing kisses against your head, so affectionate you can hardly stand it. 'Why does a girl like you need me, hmm? Have you fucking seen yourself?' He tilts your chin up, some underlying feelings pour through then, you hate how he fucking talks about himself suddenly, like he's nothing. 'Have you seen yourself, Satoru?' he blinks a bit then, lips just a centimeter apart, Satoru doesn't kiss clients, right, Satoru doesn't kiss anyone really, not when he knows that is what really means something, all he can thing of is kissing you.

Escort! Satoru watches you adjust yourself a bit, and you try to gather your papers, your things, putting them back in their rightful places. 'I have an auction I could use a date for, same price as the last charity event okay?' you say softly, Satoru's heart pounds in his chest now. 'Discounted, you're tipping me entirely too much' you giggle a little, brushing your hair back. 'How about I buy you something at the auction you'd like?' Satoru shakes his head. 'shit there is thousands...' you shrug a shoulder. 'And? If you want something I'll buy it, if not I'll just pay the normal. Are you booked Friday though?' Satoru looks at his phone now, you keep repeating to yourself - he's just doing this for his job, his money, that's it- don't get too attached. 'Nope, nothing' Satoru says, as he clears three jobs away, high paying, but he damn sure wouldn't turn down another time with you.

Escort! Satoru takes your hand, kissing the back of it with glossy, plump lips - fuck they're glossy from you - winking and playing it off so cool, like his heart's not pounding in his chest. And he tries to remember- he's just a convenience, right, he's just good at pleasing, good at acting. He can't fall so deep to think he could be more for a girl like you, watching color decorate your precious cheeks as you smile. 'Next time... if you're comfortable after...' your hand brushes against his cock, eliciting a whimper you think you must have mis heard, eyeing him now. 'I'd like to please you back' he clears his throat, precum making him stick to his boxers. 'Oh would you, shouldn't I pay you for that, baby?' you're giggling now. 'What!?' he just shakes his head. 'I don't think I could take pay for you pleasing me, but... we'll see, I'll be there.' You nod a bit. 'It's a date, then.' your casual words make you both pause, but he grins now. 'Mhmm, see ya sweets'

Escort! Satoru doesn't know why but the thought of charging you to suck him, charging you for anything, feels... off. weird. wrong. You're still going over it all in your mind, when suddenly you realize you don't have your panties. You're trying to find them, panicking, what if a client walks in and they're thrown somewhere!? You pause then, surely he... 'Satoru...' he picks up the phone, already in the back of his driver's car, stroking a hard cock. 'What is it, sweetheart? need twenty more minutes?' you laugh a bit. 'It's gonna sound insane, but... where are my panties? did you put them somewhere?' your whisper makes him pause, mid stroke, pulling them out of his pocket now. 'Panties... I think I just... had them on the desk?' you curse a bit, as he grins, putting them against his face and biting back a moan. 'Shit, I don't know! Okay... I'll text you the details from the auction.'

Escort! Satoru considers your panties the real tip, hanging up the phone and lapping that wetness off them, flavor coating his tastebuds with you, the phone blings with a location. But Satoru has trouble focusing, instead whining out at the thought of being inside of you, pretty little CEO, who's paying him far, far too much, so much so he's canceled his appointment that day too, he can't focus on anything but you, anyway. You give up searching for your panties, surely he wouldn't have taken them... but little do you know he's using the silk to stroke himself, busting his hot white load all against the fabric, shaking as he looks at the mess he made. He needs some practice, is all, before he can handle you, that's all it is, practice... right? He can't stop thinking about you, like a madness, until he's ready to see you again, and one thought rushes through his head as he meets you that night in your gorgeous red dress -

He wants to kiss you.

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[szatears]

just a lil' something, smoke.

summary: no matter how hard he tries to reject your advances, smoke always gives in. after all, you know his body like no other.

pairing: smoke x reader, platonic stack x reader.

warnings: use of the n word, allusions to sex, making out.

notes: first time writing in a couple months !!! literally had no plot with this one i just went straight off the bag lmao. also this isn't proofread at all!

It wasn't uncommon for you to find your way to his arms. Usually it would all be under his control; he'd call on you, he'd tell you what to do and you'd happily oblige. It went on like that for some time.

Only, you never got used to Smoke's hard exterior.

You thought that with time, you'd be able to read him better, but it seems it only become more difficult as time went on.

You and Smoke had been messing around for some time now, ever since he first laid eyes on you at a neighbourhood event he and his brother were "just passing by". But when he and Stack left for Chicago, all that went away.

You didn't expect the invite to the twins' new juke joint to find you, but there you were at the train station with Pearline when Stack found you.

"I ain't seen you in hot minute," he grabbed at your hand and twirled you towards him, ever the flirt. Your light pink sundress spun with you, frilly and light with air.

"Alright, Stack, let me go," you laughed, pushing at his chest. You turned around to check on Pearline, seeing her smiling at the twins' cousin, Preacher Boy. "What brings you back? Chicago too hard for you?"

"Girl, ain't nothing too hard for us," Stack waved you off, kissing his teeth. "We jus' wanted something a lil' more... familiar."

You rolled your eyes at him, whatever that meant.

"Say, we're having us an opening party tonight. Smoke and I got ourselves a new joint," a smirk graced Stack's face as you held a more quizzical look.

"Oh really? And whose pockets did you pick to get that new joint?"

"You want an invite or not, 'cause the way you goin', you gon' get blacklisted before it even open," he tilted his head to look down at you, his hat shadowing his face a bit.

"Alright, alright," you laughed. "I'll be there."

"Damn right," he smiled. "Imma tell Smoke too, that nigga sure could loosen up a bit."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at the mention of his brothers' name, whom you haven't seen since the night he told you he was leaving for Chicago, more like the night you found out rather than got told.

*

It was around 10pm when you got to the joint, the sound of music and laughter drawing you in. You couldn't lie to yourselves, the boys had outdone themselves on this one. Cornbread was at the door when you arrived, a smile on his face as you walked closer.

"Well, if it ain't lil' missy herself!" He laughed aloud.

"Hey Cornbread," you smiled, wiping away a curl from your face.

"Go on in, Stack an 'em expecting you."

By 'them' you assumed he meant Preacher Boy, who was with Stack when he extended the invite to you.

Walking in, the smell of food hit you straight away. The lights shone on everyone, illuminating faces and figures, some that you knew, some you didn't. Your eyes were looking for a certain someone's, never seeming to find them.

"I knew you'd come," you heard Stack before you even saw him. He swung his arm over your shoulder, a drink in the same hand. "You look good."

"You don't clean up too bad yourself," you patted his chest, a bright smile on your face.

He smiled back at you, gold caps glinting when they caught the light. "Aight, let's get you a drink, hm?"

He didn't give you tike to respond, walking you towards the bae section of the joint. You saw Annie behind the counter and a few others behind her.

"Hey Annie," you greeted her with a civil smile, to which she returned. Things between you and Annie weren't the best, but they weren't bad either. You knew better than to blame Smoke's personality towards you on the other woman in his life, especially because she'd been with him longer than you had.

You pulled out a few crumpled notes from your bra, but before they could even hit the counter, Stack had snatched them.

"Man, get that pocket change outta here," he said, pointing the cash back at you.

"Huh— I'm buying myself a drink, Stack, give it back." You huffed when he held it away from you again.

"It's on the house," he nodded at Annie, who grabbed a cup and filled it, handing it back to you.

"I thought y'all ain't do charity?" you laughed, accepting the drink nevertheless.

"It's a special night, and plus, you one of the few I like," he kissed your cheek, leaving as quickly as he found you, not before he stuck your cash under the strap of your dress on your shoulder.

You shook your head, moving through the crowd with your drink, smiling back at those who greeted you.

You found yourself a little corner to watch the stage and everyone else, leaning against the thick wood as you let the drink flow through your body. As you tipped your head back to drink more, your eyes caught his.

Of course, he was upstairs, watching over everyone else. His eyes stared right back at you as he took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke he exhaled wafting through the joint. You didn't break the eye contact, staring back at him as you drank from your cup.

It felt like you were staring at each other for ages, but seconds later he tipped his head to the side, gesturing for you to come up. Then he disappeared into a room.

Your breath hitched, your hand taking to your collarbone to ease the burn of the alcohol. You didn't know what to expect, things with Smoke were almost always unpredictable.

Regardless, you put the cup down and made your way slowly up the stairs to where you last saw him, adjusting the silky navy blue dress that you wore as you went.

The music was quieter upstairs, slightly muffled by the foundations and thickness of the room's doors.

You stood outside the room before knocking twice on the door, opening it shortly after.

His back greeted you, toned arms begging to be relieved from the slightest tightness of his shirt and waistcoat. He still had the cigarette, though when he turned to you, you knew it was only a matter of time before he ashed it.

You didn't say anything, leaning on the back of the door as you watch him.

He studied you for a bit, and that's when you really saw him for the first time in what felt like forever. His chiseled face, sculpted with time and effort. Those eyes that never seemed to soften, only at times when you got him loose enough to let go, just for a bit.

"Whatchu doin' here?" He said, startling you from your thoughts. You didn't expect that to be the first thing he said to you, but then again this was Smoke, he didn't care what he said to who.

"You told me to come up here, didn't you?" you smiled back sweetly, enjoying the feeling you got when you got under his skin.

"Stop sassing," he mumbled, ashing the cigarette at the end of the wooden desk.

He took a seat on the same desk, folding his arms across his chest.

"How you been, then? Didn't hear much from you these past days," you couldn't care less about how he was, and he knew that. You just wanted the truth and the honest truth.

He didn't answer you right away, simply allowed himself to eye you up and down. The way the dress hugger you perfectly, the navy blue on your melanin skin, the way it was cut low on your chest to expose just a little cleavage... he was enjoying it. Almost like it was just for him.

"You ain't got no where better to be?" He changed the topic again, much to your annoyance.

You let out a bitter scoff, already regretting following Smoke into the room. "You told me to meet you in here. Don't act like you didn't, Smoke," you kissed your teeth.

One thing about Smoke, he didn't do attitudes, regardless of whether or not he deserved it.

"Come here," he spoke to you softly, which should've alerted you if anything. Instead, you allowed your legs to take you to him standing right in front of his taller figure.

His hands rested on your waist, pulling you into him. Now, you stood between his legs as his eyes stared into yours.

"Why'd you leave, Smoke?"

He sighed but didn't act surprised, like he knew this was where the conversation would go. Your hands made their way to his broad shoulders, massaging gently.

"You already know why I had to go, business don't wait for no one."

You huffed at his answer, pulling back as much as you could whilst still in his hold.

"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it."

"What else you want me to say?"

You look at him then, really looked at him. "I want the truth. Why'd you leave me? When you was just saying all that stuff about wanting to be better for me an' all... It makes no sense."

Smoke looked away from you when you said that, but you still felt his fingers dragging up and down your waist, almost like he was making sure you were real, that you were still in his hold.

When a few moments of more silence passed, you pushed away from him, ready to go back down and pretend none of this even happened.

But Smoke didn't let you. He turned you back around in his hold, your chest against his back. His head dipped down to your bare neck, kissing along. His beard tickled, but you found yourself too busy almost melting into him to register it.

"You scare me sometimes," he mumbled, so quiet you almost missed it.

"What?" you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. "When was you scared of anything?"

"You're too... good. I'on know how to handle that." He was speaking honestly now, and it made sense why he turned you away from him to say this. Smoke never shower any vulnerability. You thought he was immune to it but it turns out he just never wanted anyone to see that side of him.

"Smoke..." you trailed off when he began to suck and bite at your neck, eliciting the faintest of moans from your lips. You pressed back into him, needing to feel more.

"I had to leave. Not because of you but you know I ain't good for you... I'on know why you can't understand that." He brought his left hand to your throat, tipping your head back into his shoulder as he spoke. Your eyes closed, suppressing the lewd sounds threatening to escape. He was barely touching you yet already had you like this? Insane.

"I don't care about that, Smoke." You managed to get out.

"Yeah, well you should." The way he said it sounded almost like a laugh. "You don't make no sense, baby."

He was right. Smoke wasn't the type of guy that a lady should keep chasing if she knew he didn't have what she wanted. Yet you, you kept trying. And that's what confused him.

He did everything to throw you off of him — use you when it pleased him, shut you out, literally everything he could think of. But it seemed to only make things between you stronger.

You forced yourself out of his grip and turned around, now looking him right in the eyes. He could see how hot and flustered he got you.

"I do make sense. I always tell you what I want, it's you who acts like he don't know what he wants." Your hands caressed his face bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

Smoke closed his eyes, his hands cupping your ass as he held you against him. He shook his head, seemingly about to say something before he pulled away.

"Stop," you frowned. "Stop forcing yourself away from me."

"I have to," he grunted, looking anywhere but at you.

Still, you pulled his face back to your, making him look back at you.

"You know you want to," you whispered, dropping a hand from his face and down to his pants, stroking over his clothes bulge. Smoke groaned lowly, throwing his head back. "Give me a lil' something, huh, baby?" you asked sweetly. How could he deny that?

He brought his hand back to your neck, pulling you in til your lips touched his. You moaned almost immediately, it had been way too long.

Smoke kissed you like he would never get the chance to do it again, pulling you impossibly closer to him whilst one of your hands held the nape of his neck, the other still palming him.

He lowly moaned into your mouth when you pulled away slowly, biting his lip. You left him do what he did best, take control.

He turned you around, lifting you up to sit on the desk, his hands roaming all over your body. "You're something else," he whispered against your lips as you fumbled at the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt.

"Yeah, you love it, don't you?"

You felt him smile against your lips, just ever so slightly. If anything, that told you he wasn't ready to let you go. Not just yet. And that was enough for now.

He broke away from your lips to kiss along your neck, your head thrown back in pleasure as your legs wrapped around his body. "Smoke..." you whispered.

"Yeah, baby?" he kissed along your jaw, your hand wrapped around his throat as you pulled him closer to your face.

"I always get what I want."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I love your work, could you please write a viktor x reader who takes care of him. like makes sure he eats, they make baked goods for him or make him go to bed in time. I think it would be cute

Heyo! Sure I can, even if it’s been a while since I wrote for Viktor (or anything) lmao

Caretaker!Reader

Viktor takes well enough care of himself, to his own standards

So we all know he can use a little more help and a little helping hand

I think Viktor is pretty independent so it takes a lot out of him to even be able to do this kind of intimate thing with you

If he does, it takes a lot of vulnerability as you would see him at his lowest

There have been times where he probably refused and would try and get out of any situation where you found out he needed help and to be taken care of

He doesn’t want to bother you or anything when he deems it able to be done by himself

It takes a while for him to be comfortable enough with you and your relationship to let himself be vulnerable in that way

As he has never done this kind of thing with anyone else before

But once it happens, trust me, you’re golden

I think he does like sweets and baked goods, so to have you bring him any on a whim and not because you have to, but because you care warms his heart absolutely

He often forgets to take care of himself and his basic needs, like eating and stuff like that for his experiments and research

So he relies on you for that a little bit once he knows you will always be there for him

He loves when you cook or bake for him and knowing it’s so he knows he’s taken care of makes each bite better than the last

At first when you attempted to get him on some sort of decent sleep schedule, he resisted

He went to bed whenever, or whenever his research was done or he passed out and often it was in the lab or at his desk or in the middle of his studying at the table

SOO you would often have to bring him to bed yourself

Once you wore him down enough, he acted like you won

You thought you did until you found out he was just waiting till you fell asleep and slipped out off bed, and slipped back in just before you woke up and pretended to wake up beside you

You had to scold him probably, or it was some sort of argument

He realized you just wanted him to be healthy, and for him to be well rested

Reluctantly, he began going to sleep with you and waking up beside you in the mornings

He found he actually did like this habit because sleeping beside you was surprisingly comforting

He loved hearing your breathing pattern as you fell asleep, and it helped him fall asleep to hear and feel your heart beating as you both snuggled to sleep

And he loved watching you wake up slowly in the mornings

It was all worth it

One thing he was very stubborn about you not doing was taking care of his leg I think

Probably because he feels as his sort of disability is a bother enough, he doesn’t want you to be burdened with it

He probably thinks that if you see that part of him, you’ll think he’s not worth it and leave

And that’s not the case

He only finds out on a particularly harsh day when it hurt so bad, and it was so sore all he could do was want to fall asleep and alleviate the pain by any means

You maybe kissed his leg, maybe rubbed out the pain, maybe helped him in any way

But as you did it, he loved the feeling and could only watch you do so and the warm feeling in his chest never left

So, on the hard days, he would drop subtle hints that he wanted to be taken care of

Like subtly saying “oh, it just hurts, I have no clue how to fix it…” and wait for you to offer to rub it

I feel he likes being babied a little bit, but not to much

He doesn’t like being treated as glass or like he is incompetent

But he does love being taken care of by you

Be it food, tending to him or showering or making sure he is fed and clean

He loves showering with you

He loves having you wash his hair and the feelings of your hand in it or feeling you lather the soap on him while he just gets to relax and close his eyes and know your there

And that he’s able to soak in all the love

Obviously he returns it all in his own way but

It’s just all the love you pour in