#so i thought if it made ur mouth tingle so much that your lips felt like they were vibrating against ur teeth that was normal

[rutilated-quarz]

"(pineapples/bananas/etc) aren't supposed to be spicy so if they're spicy to you you're allergic" oh haha I think id know if I was allergic to something like that by now <- guy who's about to learn he's probably allergic to something

[glitterjay]

jay hard thought: dating jay and having sex for the first time after constantly teasing him for months. you guys decided to take it slow but recently you’ve been trying to hint that you’re ready by wearing barely anything to bed, squirming around in his lap during movie night with all ur friends, and bending over 24/7 on purpose. you’re convinced he’s gonna be sweet and soft. but you’ve pushed his buttons and caused him to snap so he fucks you rough and calls you a slut who needs to stop being so bratty. he cream pies you multiple times and then the next morning he eats your pussy for hours as a sorry 🤭

yall are something and i want some of that something too

warnings: 18+ content, MDI! jay x afab!reader, unprotected sex, cream pie lmk if i miss something

author’s note: wow. i have been so busy with uni and work that it feels like i completely forgot how to write. im sorry in advance if this is shitty

it had become a constant thing and ー to jay’s dismay ー a habit of yours to constantly tease him. a new fresh relationship had started for the both of you, and despite the very noticeable sexual tension in the air, you both agreed to take it slow and steady. was this part of a plan? absolutely. who were you to deny that seeing jay contain himself didnt turn you on? the way he bit his lip, or how he would excuse himself sometimes while you hung out with friends became an addiction for you. and here you were once again, only wearing one of his white t shirts to bed and just that. nothing else. the rest of the boys were spread around the house, in the guest room and living room, and you knew that if you only wore one of jay’s shirt, he would go nuts. and he did.

“what the hell is wrong with you!? just wearing one of my shirts with a house full of boys? are you crazy!?”

you were disappointed that he didnt do much other than scolding you, but oh were you so wrong. accepting your failure, you closed your eyes and gave your back to him. you kept the shirt, but the only condition was that you could not walk out of the room in just that. closing your eyes and getting ready to doze of, you felt a tingling sensation on your thighs. ignoring it, you kept trying to go to your dreamland, but the sensation started making its way up your legs. you opened one eye to see your boyfriend’s hands making circles on your skin. it was not new for jay to give you sweet caresses before sleeping, but they felt different this time.

in one sudden movement, a gasp left your mouth as his cold hand found your core. you tried to push him away, eyes now wide open, but it was impossible. his other hand held your body against the bed, and he was strong enough to not budge an inch. “you should’ve thought about the consequences of not wearing anything to bed.” his voice was way raspier than usual, and you could sense a different feeling from his eyes. it made you excited, but you also knew that jay was a softie inside.

your train of thoughts had stopped when something slammed into you. you screamed at the pain, quickly putting your hand over your mouth. he was balls deep in you, not moving, just standing there staring down at you. once again, he had thrusted into you harshly, still no preparation at all. the stinging made your eyes water, but it soon started melting with the pleasure of every thrust. you had never seen this side of your boyfriends but god were you loving it.

soon enough you started watching stars around the room. jay kept a fast, harsh, and steady pace, already making you come undone various times. but him? he had enough self control to hold his own release for a long time. just as you were about to reach your fourth high, you felt something warm inside of you. it felt like a whole hose had been turned on and warm water came out of it rapidly. the feeling was enough for you to release your own orgasm, making the juices mix and drip out of your pussy.

“this is what slutty and petty girls get when they tease their boyfriends”

[cobrabobra]

you only do this if ur comfy with it<3 okay so Enid has a big crush on Carl's gf(reader), and he notices they way that Enid looks at her, so he lets her eat out the reader then fucks her in front of Enid<33 sorry if this is too much

I know that y'all probably already forgot about me, really sorry for the long break, but writers block is a bitch. Anyways, I'll try to post more often now, during my break I watched a lot of stuff so I will post something other then twd (hopefully) soon.

gosh, i really hope i did well and you like it, thank you for the request, I'm really sorry this took so long!

Kind of Enid centered?, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, no condom

English us not my first language so there might be mistakes!

"His"

Love was a complicated thing, it was cruel and fucked up, it destroyed the very person who felt it yet there was something addictive about it, something that made you want more. And loving a person that loved somebody else was even worse, Enid experienced it herself, the feeling, the need for somebody who would never look at her the same way. It was absolutely destroying, devastating and still so perfect and sweet. It was a drug that gave you the best high, but left you in pieces, crying into your pillow about being so stupid.

  Enid was convinced that (Y/N) — Carl's girlfriend, was the prettiest girl in the world. Her hair was soft and healthy, which seemed impossible during the apocalypse, her skin flawless, angelic face, beautiful long lashes, she was a true goddess in Enid's eyes.

    It wasn't a strong feeling, it wasn't anything major, just a simple crush, an admiration. Maybe it was because her options were very limited and a beautiful girl was better than a sweaty dick-brained boy, maybe Enid's hormones kicked in and it was just lust that she felt for (Y/N) or maybe it was a real feeling, something that could've developed into something beautiful if only given a chance.

  It didn't really matter what it was because Enid knew that acting on her feelings would only destroy their friendship, her and (Y/N)' as well as her and Carl's. She kept her feelings locked in somewhere in the deepest part of her brain, allowing it to resurface only when she was alone.

   It also didn't matter what Carl felt, maybe it was a weird fetish, maybe his risky, experimental nature took over, maybe his possessiveness over his girlfriend or simple pity he felt for Enid. It didn't matter why, it didn't. What mattered was what those fings led to. And they led to Enid sitting on Carl's bed, in front of (Y/N), eyeing her plush, pink lips.

   "Hey, it's okay" she smiled, tearing the brunette from her thoughts. "I'm kinda nervous too"

    Enid swallowed, Carl's words echoing in her head as she braced herself for what was about to come.

  How about you eat (Y/N) out?"

A bold suggestion that seemingly came out of nowhere messed with her head until the only thing she could think about was warm, hopefully, wet cunt she was about to dive in head first. Her mouth started to salivate as she imagined sweet taste of (Y/N) 's pussy on her tounge. Her body tingled with anticipation as she simply nodded her head and carcassed the lace of her crushes panties.

(Y/N) twitched nervously beneath her touch, it probably should've made Enid rethink her actions and slow down a little, but it only drove her mad even more, she was too drunk on the feeling to slow down. The girl's uncertainty only made Enid want to corrupt her even more, destroy her innocence until the only thing left would be her wet pussy throbbing, begging for more.

   Love was an ugly thing, it filled you with need to destroy the very person you cared for, fuck them up in the most horrible way and leave them wanting more. At least that's the kind of 'love' Enid felt right now. She wanted to completely and utterly destroy (Y/N) for everyone else, leave her in pieces only she knew how to put back together

    Carl acted as he'd heard her thoughts, because he grabbed (Y/N) by the hair and pulled her close. Their lips met in a heated, aggressive almost, kiss, it seemed like Grimes felt threatened by her. He kissed his girlfriend deep, keeping eye contact with Enid as if he tried to show that (Y/N) belonged to him and only him, he was only lending her to Enid, but she still was his possession. They played a dangerous game that could only end badly.

    "Enid..." (Y/N) whispered, like she was embarrassed, like she didn't want for the other girl to know how good she was making her feel with just a couple of touches and her breaths right against her soaking pussy.

    That one word, her name said in such a desperate way lit a fire inside if her once again. In this moment she realized how much she needed this, it felt like she was starving and there was a delicious three course meal right in front of her. She gently nudged the wet spot on (Y/N)'s panties with her nose, when she got another whimper in return she couldn't control herself any longer, she liked a stripe against the material, finally getting a faint taste of her crushes juices.

  The girl arched her back, her soft thighs wrapped around Enid's neck, almost suffocating her. If that was her reaction now, how would she act later? What kind of noises would she make? Will she scream Enid's name or will she get embarrassed again and let out only quiet moans muffled by her own hand? Will her legs start to tremble when she'll be reaching her climax? She had to know. She had to know right now.

    Her hands were shaking with anticipation, but she still somehow managed to pull her underwear down. When she finally saw (Y/N)'s cunt, soaked, clenching against the air, ready for her, she could swear she could see God himself as she ascended to heaven.

  She put her mouth on the other girl's pussy and an absolute divine taste reached her, the scent was overwhelming, she couldn't breathe. She lapped on her pussy, like she was starving, like she would die if she stopped only for a second. It felt like the entire world was in her hands with her tongue between the swollen folds and her thumb in her clit, teasing slowly.

   What took her back to reality was a sigh. Carl's sigh to be exact, only now had she noticed that he had his mouth on (Y/N)'s plump breast, sucking on the nipple, while his hand teased the other one. Oh, how she dreamed to have her face burried between those, especially when the girl wore something a bit more revealing.

They both acted like predators feeding on their prey, like they were fighting over her.

Fingers joined Enid's tongue soon enough and (Y/N) let out a loud moan of approval. She wanted to absolutely destroy that pussy, to feast on it until there was nothing left. She closed her eyes and hummed enjoying herself, the girl's legs trembled and her thighs squished Enid's neck even harder. They were in the moment, only them counted, the whole world consisted only of the two of them on this bed.

Suddenly Enid's felt (Y/N) move back and she looked at her confused, only to find Carl impatient and annoyed at being left out of the fun. His arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, pulling her close.

"That's enough" his voice raspy and unusually deep, dripping with arousal. (Y/N) let out a disappointed whimper, like she didn't want her time with Enid to end. "No need to whine, I'll take good care of you. As always" he said, confident, like he wanted to show off, make Enid's understand that he was the one that pleasured the girl every night.

He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down with ease, throwing them off the bed, his shirt was already unbuttoned, probably (Y/N)'s work.

"Spread your legs for me" he commanded and the girl obeyed, Grimes only looked around her, pleases to have such an obedient girlfriend. "Thank you for preparing her for me, Enid" he smirked at his friend.

She only watched as his cock slipped inside of (Y/N)'s swollen, wet pussy, the same pussy she was eating out mere seconds ago, it seemed like her moment has passed and she could only watch from now on.

Carl's hips moved slowly, his dick disappeared inside of the girl and all Enid could do was slide her hand down her pants, and touch herself. She should have felt pathetic doing this, but all she felt was excitement as she watched Carl's cock slip in and out of (Y/N)'s cunt. It looked beautiful, her pussy glistening with her slick as he fucked her, it truly was mesmerizing, she felt hypnotized, she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

"Enid" (Y/N) choked out, her hand reaching out to the other girl. Her body moved without her knowledge, her long hair tickled (Y/N)'s neck. Their lips locked together in a kiss, the sweetest kiss she ever had, she could still taste (Y/N) on her tongue.

They kissed greedily as Grimes pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer as she stroked Enid's hair gently.

Unfortunately there isn't good without bad and everything good has to end eventually. (Y/N) came first, overwhelmed by the pleasure, memory of Enid's tongue, Carl's cock deep inside of her, she couldn't last long. Next was Enid, looking deep into the girl's eyes as she reached her climax. Carl came last, painting (Y/N)'s insides white with his cum, further claiming her as his. Because that's what she was. His.

[flightlessangelwings]

My Boys

Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection universe)

Word count- 1.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), mmf threesome, established relationship, pegging, anal, fingering, oral (m receiving, hint at f receiving), soft dom reader, sub!Frankie, praise, pet names (babe, baby), fluff, feelings, no use of y/n

Notes- A bonus for Peg That Middle Ages Man Campaign!!! Thanks again to @wannab-urs for putting this event on!! And while this is et in MPoA-verse, this can be read on it's own since it's just smut lol! But I love writing this thruple so much so I'm happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on new posts!!

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“Shit…” you breathed as you soaked in the sight before you, “You guys look so fucking hot right now.”

Benny looked up from where he concentrated on Frankie in front of him and smirked at you, “So do you, babe,” he winked.

You bit your lip as you grinned back at one of your boyfriends. The way his gaze bore into you made your skin tingle. Absentmindedly, you ran your hand down the front of your body, testing Benny with a squeeze of your breast before you grabbed the dildo that sat snugly in the harness you wore- the only thing on your body. Benny let out a soft moan at the show you put on as his cock twitched just against Frankie’s face.

Between you and Benny, Frankie was positioned on his hands and knees, just as bare as both of you. His skin glistened from sweat from the fingering you just gave him, and generous amounts of lube dripped from between his asscheeks. Benny had watched as you prepped Frankie for your dildo, his hand stroking his cock the entire time as he enjoyed the show the two of you put on.

“You alright, Frankie?” you murmured as you caressed his back, running your hand up and down his spine.

“Great, babe,” Frankie smirked as he looked over his shoulder, “Fuck you do look hot with that strap!”

Heat rose in your skin as your tone dropped, “I like you on your hands and knees too, baby.”

“Fuck, me too!” Benny interjected enthuastically.

Frankie turned back and looked up at Benny with his mouth open. His mouth watered at the sight of his cock, so beautiful and yet just out of reach of his lips. “Ben…” he breathed. 

In a rare display of soft tenderness, Benny cupped Frankie’s face, running his thumb across the soft stubble as they locked eyes. From behind, you still ran your hands up and down Frankie’s sides in a soothing manner. Heavy breaths filled the room as the three of you stayed hypnotized by each other. Hands roamed all over, touching and caressing wherever you all could reach.

It was you who finally broke the silence, “You ready, Frankie babe?” you asked in a hushed tone, yet one that still held all the need you felt as the tip of your dildo tickled the skin of his ass.

He let out a low groan, “Yes,” he replied to you as he adjusted himself slightly, “Fuck me, baby.”

Benny let out a low groan of his own as you coated the dildo once more in lube and positioned yourself. “She’s gonna fuck you so good, Fish,” he moaned, knowing first hand just how proficient you were with your strap.

You glanced up for a moment and gave Benny a knowing smirk before you turned all your attention on the toy that you had poking at Frankie’s entrance. Before he could come up with a clever comeback to Benny’s comment, you pushed the tip in, causing any thought he might have had to vanish from his mind.

As Frankie moaned loudly, all he could think about was how good the stretch of your cock felt as you slowly pushed into him. You kneaded and spread his ass as you watched the toy disappear into him inch by inch until your hips met his ass. Benny too watched in awe, frozen in captivation.

“You doing ok, Frankie?” you asked in a whisper as you gave him a moment to adjust.

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered as his arms trembled to keep him up. He then looked up to meet Benny’s piercing gaze, “Your turn, Ben.”

“Fuck…” he breathed as Frankie’s mouth dropped open for him in an invitation.

Without a word, you gave your hips a thrust, catching Frankie and Benny both by surprise. And the sound that Frankie let out went right to your core and made you clench around nothing. “Fuck,” you echoed Benny’s curse under your breath as you thrust again, pushing Frankie forward this time.

As he lurched forward, Frankie aimed himself right at Benny’s hard cock, and the moment he was close enough, he wrapped his lips around it. Benny gasped as the warmth of Frankie’s mouth engulfed him, and he grabbed his shoulders to make sure he didn’t let go.

Together, you and Benny found a rhythm on either side of Frankie. The slow thrust of your hips made a squelching echo in the room as Frankie’s moans were muffled by Benny’s cock in his mouth. Benny, however, moaned loudly as he felt Frankie’s tongue along his length. And you couldn’t help but moan as you watched your boys in front of you.

Picking up your pace, you felt the room warm as the need grew exponentially. Overwhelmed with emotions, you reeled your hand back and slapped Frankie’s ass hard as you thrust even deeper into him. The moan he let out, while muffled, still filled the room as Frankie jolted forward in surprise. Benny’s eyes widened as he watched you rock your hips harder and faster into your shared boyfriend.

“Shit baby,” Benny groaned, “Do that again.”

“You like that, huh?” you purred as you did exactly that. Slapping Frankie’s ass again, both men groaned and you felt dizzy from how hot it was. “Yeah… I think both my boys like that,” you added as you slapped Frankie once more, squeezing it hard this time.

“Fuck…” Benny growled as his own hips stuttered into Frankie’s mouth, driving his cock down his throat.

Frankie had never been so helpless in his life. And he had never been more turned on. Though his own groans and moans were muffled by Benny’s cock in his mouth, he knew you both could tell he was enjoying this. The muscles in his ass clenched as he squeezed your dildo as you thrust into him over and over again, mirroring the way both he and Benny would fuck you.

Benny could feel Frankie’s moans around his length, and it sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. “Shit…” he groaned as his mind went blank too. Normally Benny had a lot to say during sex, but tonight he was speechless. Watching you fuck Frankie while his own cock was deep down his throat was almost too much in the best way possible. 

“My boys are so fucking good for me,” you cooed as you grabbed Frankie’s hips to angle yourself differently. As you gave one harsh thrust, Frankie’s mouth dropped open, allowing a cry to spill out unmuffled. “That’s it,” you purred as you started rocking your hips back and forth again, “That’s my Frankie baby.”

“Fuck, baby,” Benny’s eyes started to roll back into his head as he felt his climax start to build, “I’m the luckiest fuckin’ guy to get you two… Ahh… Fuck….” The way Frankie groaned into his cock sent wave and wave of pleasure up Benny’s spine. And Benny couldn’t help but thrust his hips into his mouth in time with your thrusts. “Fuck I’m gonna cum…”

That was the only warning Frankie got before Benny’s cock exploded in his mouth. He gagged for a moment until he closed his lips around his cock and sucked hard, letting his boyfriend ride out his orgasm in his mouth. He was rocked back and forth by your pounding on the other end, but Frankie concentrated hard on swallowing every last drop, not wanting anything to go to waste.

“That’s it, Frankie baby,” Benny cooed as he gave one last thrust. 

You stilled yourself for a moment, burying your dildo deep inside Frankie as Benny slowly pulled out of his mouth. You allowed him to take one deep breath as he tasted fresh air for the first time, but then you started up again. “Let us see you cum now, Frankie,” you murmured as you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock.

Frankie’s moan filled the room as he was able to voice his pleasure for the first time that night. He leaned forward, resting his hard on Benny’s chest as he listened to the sweet nothing’s he whispered in his ear as you pounded into him. 

Pumping his cock at the same time, you let out a moan of your own as you listened to the chorus of your boys together. Even after having cum, Benny wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it lazily, sending chills up his spine and overstimulating himself. And you couldn't help but notice.

“Fuck…” you breathed as you clenched your jaw and sped up your pace.

“Fuck!” Frankie cried out as the sensations almost got too much for him, but in the best way, “Baby…”

“Cum, Frankie.”

That was all it took to send him over the edge. Gripping into Benny for dear life, Frankie came hard with a loud groan. He saw stars as you thrust into his sweet spot over and over again while you worked his cock with your hand. And feeling Benny as an anchor only added to the emotions. Frankie made a mess between their bodies as his seed splashed them both. 

With a final grunt, you thrust fully into Frankie once last time, pumping his cock to squeeze every last ounce of orgasm from him before you knew he had enough. Heavy breaths filled the room as you leaned forward, resting against Benny as well.

“I’ve got you, babes,” Benny murmured as he wrapped his arms around you both, awkwardly holding his boyfriend and his girlfriend in his arms, “Fuck that was so hot,” he added in a whisper.

“Fuck yeah it was,” Frankie replied with an exhausted laugh.

You just hummed with a smile on your face as you enjoyed the feeling of Frankie under you. It was almost as if you could feel the cock inside of him, much like the way they each liked to stay inside of you for several moments before pulling out.

Benny was the first to open his eyes, taking in the sight of the two loves of his life in his arms, “I love you guys,” he blurted out.

“I love you too,” you blinked your eyes open.

“I love you guys too,” Frankie groaned as he pushed himself up, causing your strap to pull out of him in the process of adjusting to see you both. 

He turned to you first, cupping your face and placing a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. He swallowed the moan you let out, and savored the taste of you on his tongue. Then, Frankie broke away with a gasp for breath before he turned to Benny and kissed him the same way. Hand roamed all over each other as you leaned in and joined in on the kiss. The three of you became a puddle of lips and tongues as you all tried to kiss each other at the same time, emotions overpowering the fact that it was awkward and messy. But that was perfect for how the three of you always were.

This time, it was Frankie who broke the silence as he turned to you, “Now how about Ben and I eat your sweet pussy until you can’t fuckin’ think anymore, baby.”

You whimpered in response as your skin tingled and warmed. In the heat of the moment, you almost forgot that your own needs weren’t taken care of. 

“Shit I love when you talk like that, Frankie,” Benny groaned, “But I am starved so…”

[purpleph4se]

Plspslspslpsls write a Namor x f reader with a breeding kink🤭

i made this extra special since ur my first ever request! im sorry if i took to long to write i’ve been busy with uni but tysm for requesting and i hope u like it <3

namor x reader

warnings | smut, fem/afab! reader, dom! namor, BREEDING (ofc), praise, possessiveness, overstimulation

translations | in yakunaj - my love, in k'áatec - i love you

namor’s lips feel so yielding yet passionate against yours, your little sighs mixing and brushing against each other's skin. its been so long since he’s been intimate with you. his duties as the god of his people have kept him away from you, leaving you needy for him.

his tongue licked softly at your lips to part them at the seams, licking some more inside of your mouth to find your tongue. he was breathing so heavily into your mouth, and you returned the same to him. you were starved for each other. all of the oxygen in your lungs being replaced by his might not even be enough to satiate your desire.

namor pulls you into his lap, his arms drawing you against his chest - tight enough that you couldn't possibly get closer. every touch is careful and thought-out, his fingers dancing lightly over your waist because he knows that's your weak spot. "i love you so much," namor sighs deeply into your neck, his own urgent sense of desire taking over his every thought.

his eyes never once leave yours, he wants to see that pretty face you make when he pushes the head of his cock up against your hole. “so wet…all for me..” namor mutters against your lips, his grasp letting your hips start to lower onto his cock. "i’ll take care of you, in yakunaj."

you nod, breathy pants fanning against his gaped lips as your hips press flush against his. you'd forgotten how tense it felt when he was bottomed out like this, a bite of sharp pressure flitting through your spine. "ah—“

"i know," namor whispers through a tense expression, one hand caressing your cheek as the other draws you against his chest. "i know it’s a lot, i’ll be gentle."

the pressure of his thick cock snug in the hilt of your cunt was immense, but you missed it. he always took his time, letting you take control and grind your hips and bounce as much as you could take.

but namor can't help himself, and neither can you - and all in a moment, namor’s hands grasp your waist and help you up and down, up and down on his cock to the point where your shaky breaths become uncontrollable whines.

“oh-oh fuck��!” you stutter out each time you bounce on his hips, your body so easily maneuvered , he just loves taking care of you like this. “just like that, my sweet girl," namor grunts out between shaky breaths, beads of sweat forming on his skin. "you're doing so well. i missed you so much, in yakunaj."

your attempt at a response was futile, your words wrung out in your throat by a whimper at the pleasure. it boils in your gut, seeping through your limbs and buzzing along your skin - you're so close, and namor knows because he is too.

"m’ g-gonna cum-" the words are broken with each bounce, each slap of your hips on his, over and over his throbbing cock driving into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"i know, i know," namor groans out, his eyebrows furrowed and his face tense and flushed. "i’m here, i’ve got you. let go for me."

and you did just that, spasming underneath him and gripping his cock without mercy. juices gushed out from your core, a white ring of cum covering the base of his length as you bit your tongue to suppress your cries. you cling to namor as he fucked you through your release, his pace never faltering.

"oh, that's my girl," he pants onto your gaped lips that glimmer with a sheen of saliva, fucking up into you faster and faster. "just a little more, and i’ll fill you up, hm?"

tingles shiver through your skin and it's so euphoric when his face tenses up and his head digs itself into the crook of your neck, filling you with every last rope of cum. it spills out around the base of his cock, seeping onto your skin in recognition of how starved the two of you are.

but he wasn’t finished. he needed you full. he had to get it nice and deep inside of you. he holds your back as he lays you down against the sheets, being careful of not pulling out.

“namor—! s’ too m-much!” you keened as he began to move his hips again. he was mesmerized with how perfectly your eager cunt swallowed him. namor pressed his lips against you, lifting his hips up slightly, bucking into you, softly but forcefully.

you cried, slinging your arms around his shoulders as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, hammering into you in quick little thrusts. his balls slapped against your ass obscenely, the snaps of his skin against yours echoing in the air of the room.

"you feel so good around me, like your body was made for me, all mine—all mine." he rambled against your neck in a hushed tone as he thrusted into you, his narrow hips slamming against yours. he kissed the side of your neck as you writhed underneath him, bucking up into him with needy mewls as he fucked you.

"im yours! y-yours, namor—“ you screwed your eyes shut, your hand shooting to the back of his head, pressing him into you as he grazed his teeth against the tender flesh of your neck, "i-i belong to you my king, my g-god—ah!” you cried out as you felt him suck on your neck.

he chuckled, lifting his upper body, not ceasing the thrusting of his hips to take a good look at you underneath him. his hair was a mess, slick with sweat as his wide, muscular chest heaved, little beads of sweat rolling down his defined abdomen and down where your sexes met.

"that’s right, taking your god so well, in yakunaj.” his voice was breathy as he licked his lips, your hands resting on his forearms as you made eye contact, your vision hazy as arousal thrummed in your belly.

with a particularly forceful thrust, namor pressed his hips flush against you and groaned as you let out a little whine, your gummy walls gripping his pulsing length, sucking him in. he swore under his breath.

his lips searingly hot against your own as he captured your mouth with his, fucking you into sheets, sweetly filling you with his thickness, his tongue writhing against yours as he thrusted in and out, in and out, faster, yet still, so tender.

"im going to breed your cunt—make you mine. you would love that wouldn’t you? fill you until your spilling with my children, hm?” namor purred, pressing his forehead against yours, tearing his lips off of yours as he dug his fingers into the sheets beneath you.

“yes! yes, p-please! i need it—need you!” you cried out, feeling his erratic breaths fan over your lips in heated little blasts as he grunted with the effort of fucking you, your legs bouncing in sync with his thrusts.

his grueling pace and the possessive way he bore down on you was enough to fling you over the edge. you came hard, bucking and spasming as your clit throbbed like a heartbeat. you desperately moaned his name over and over.

namor let out a throaty, guttural moan, inside your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his hips stuttered and stilled over yours as you felt hot, thick cum flood your cunt, again. he grunted and whined as he snapped his hips forward again and again, shooting his cum deep inside you. his trembling and panting seemed to go on forever before you felt the twitching stop, replaced with the dull throbbing of your own orgasm dying down.

“in k'áatec.”

[revasserium]

midnight cravings

riddle rosehearts; 1,603 words; nsfw, pls dni if ur a minor; all characters depicted as 18+; fem!reader, tipsy!riddle, oral, fingerfucking, senpai!kink???... welp.

you find him with flushed cheeks and sticky fingers, his eyes honey-glazed as he looks up at you over the tray of liqueur-filled chocolates, his lips stained pink with laughter. he hiccups, tongue darting out to lick at his fingertips, his whole body swaying when you raise an eyebrow and blink.

“riddle?”

“o-oh — oops…”

“what on earth…”

he hiccups again, giggling as he stumbles his way towards you, nearly tripping over his very well-polished boots, leaning down towards you with a shy, sly kind of smile that makes your stomach twist like taffy inside you.

“hm… guess trey made them a little strong this year…” he muses, his eyes flickering from your lips up to your eyes and back down again.

“riddle… were those the whiskey chocolates that trey-senpai made for tomorrow’s holiday party?”

“mm… well, he did say i could try one… or two…”

you can’t help the smile stretching across your lips.

“or… seven?”

riddle purses his lips, his lashes fluttering as he lets out a soft sigh. you can smell the sweetness on his breath, the golden sting of whiskey, feel the closeness of his body to yours. you forget that he’s taller than you, but like this, he could cage you in easily, his eyes half-lidded, his smile knowing and lazy and distinctly cat-like.

“don’t make fun of me…” he says, his voice soft as he cocks his head.

“i — i’m not… i just…”

your breath catches as your eyes snag on the teasing edge of his smile, the way it lilts lopsided, the way he still tries to play at innocence even when the tension is palpable between you, thick as warmed butter.

“just… what? hm?”

you know you’re finished before your lips even meet, but when they do, you find yourself whimpering, the force of him startling. and sure, it’s different from how he usually is — sweet, attentive, perhaps a bit on the rigid side, but it isn’t like you haven’t seen him like this before, haven’t felt him like this before — on the occasions when he’s irked or tired or perhaps just a bite too excited. when he’s too happy or dizzy or drunk on life or laughter or you —

like this, he leaves you gasping.

“hm… i was just thinking…” he pulls back, casually swiping a thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes dark and hungry, tracking the wet trail his finger makes as it presses along the length of your mouth, dragging down your cheek till he can tilt your chin up towards him again.

“you never call me ‘senpai’… but you do with trey and cater… why’s that?” he asks, his voice just on the other side of nonchalance, his expression one of sharp, targeted curiosity, like he knows the answer but wants to hear you say it instead.

“i — i’m sorry, i’ll —”

“say it.”

you swallow, catch your lower lip in your teeth, eyes locking with his as his grin spreads cheshire-wide.

“s-senpai…”

his next breath is light, is one of laughter as he leans back down, “mm… good girl.”

you shiver as tingles rake up the length of your spine.

and then your thoughts skid through to pure incoherence as he melds his mouth to yours once more, pulling you to him, kissing you hard, kissing you hungry, kissing you like there’s an entire world somewhere beneath your tongue that he’d love nothing more than to be the cartographer for — you squeak as he hoists you up, always so much stronger than even you give him credit for, plopping you down on the biting cold of the metal kitchen table.

“y’know… i’d come down for a midnight snack originally…” he says, taking half a step back to look you over, taking in the muss of your hair, the ruffle of your clothes, your uniform collar loose and askew, your skin a tantalizing glimmer in the soft, dappled moonlight. and then, he drops to his knees and you nearly hiss in anticipation.

he trails his fingers along the bare skin of your thighs, pillowing his cheek on one of them.

“but i think i might just want to eat you instead.”

“r-riddle — !”

your eyes squeeze shut as he presses open your legs, your toes curling at the openness of it all, at the shock of embarrassment at being spread out like this, on the school’s kitchen table, no less — but riddle hums as he lets his hot breath wash over you, a thick groan rolling out of him as he tugs aside your panties and slicks a thumb through the wetness already collected along your folds.

“fuck,” he murmurs, and it punches through you, the way he says it, usually never one for such obscenities, the word slipping from him, more a prayer than a curse.

fuck, you agree, letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your cunt, your fingers fisting in his hair, and on any other day, he might’ve balked at the sting, but now, tonight, he only revels in the way you pull him closer, your thighs shaking on either side of his head, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

“ri-riddle… please…” your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile atop the glistening metal table, still loaded to the one side with trey’s chocolate liqueurs. riddle grins, lifting his eyes to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. the soft, warm, buzz of alcohol had loosened his limbs and inhibitions enough and he thinks that he likes you like this — pleading for him, shaking apart for him.

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, even as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. he grins.

“m-more… ah — ngh —”

your fingers scrabble for purchase you reach blindly down towards him, trying to do something, anything to get him to go faster, harder, perhaps to curl his fingers the way he knows you like. but he only catches your hands, holding your wrists still as he leans over you, his torso keeping your knees spread just so, his other hand still sunk knuckle-deep inside you.

“hehh… i don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands right now…” he runs a tight circle of your clit with his thumb and watches as your entire body arches off the table in pleasure.

“rid-dle — riddle — s-senpai — !”

his body shudders as he lets out a breathy laugh, his head dropping as he finally picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you hard enough for you to keen before dropping back down to press his tongue back to your folds, sucking hard just to hear you scream.

“mm… look so good like this… so desperate for me, hm? what a pretty… little… pastry…” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts of his fingers, curling them inside you till he finds the place he’s looking for, the soft, tender spot inside you that has you twitching around him, begging and nearly incoherent with pleasure.

“’m s-so c-close — close —”

he moans loud and lewd against you as he pulls his fingers from inside your cunt, replacing it with his tongue, gripping your thighs as he eats you out hard enough for you to come undone right over his mouth, your body writhing over the metal table, nearly knocking the trays of sweets from their place beside you.

“aah-ahh… we’ve made… a mess…” he says, sounding rather pleased with himself as he pulls back, licking his lips, dragging a thumb across his chin before popping into his mouth, his eyes still locked with yours. you shudder as the aftershocks of your orgasm rake through you, not entirely able to shake the way he’s still watching you, as if this has done nothing to sate his particular brand of hunger.

he gives your thigh a small pat as you take a breath and force your body to sit up, cheeks flushing as you tug your panties back up your legs, smoothing your palms over the material of your skirt as you hop off the table.

“did… did you sober up a bit?” you ask, your voice uncharacteristically quiet as riddle leads you from the school kitchens, hand in hand, his gait still much more relaxed than it would’ve been in the daytime.

he peers at you from over his shoulder.

“hm… not in the slightest,” he says, and you stare up at him as he smirks.

the hallways are quiet as the pair of you make your way towards the hallway of mirrors, your footsteps echoing against the vast, stone walls.

“so… what are you going to tell trey-senpai tomorrow? when he asks you about the chocolates?”

riddle pauses for a second before shrugging.

“the truth, i suppose.”

“huh?”

he turns to you with that tell-tale grin as the pair of you reach the heartslabyul mirror, and he tugs you behind him towards his room.

“that i had a midnight craving, and… that it just had to be sated, now didn’t it?”

[seokka0o]

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Ask: just saw ur bad boy Cravity ask and can’t stop thinking abt how they would probably blindfold you and play a game where you have to guess which one is touching/kissing/fucking you🫢

Pairing: badboy!cravity X afab!reader

Contain: smut; voyeurism; Oral; unprotected sex; fingering; nipple play; makeout; alcohol consumption; gangbang (?); blindfold; Rope; overstimulation;

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Author: indeed, a perfect ask exists and I was so excited about the idea that I spent the last few days dedicating myself to it. Months ago I promised a cravity gangbang and ended up not delivering, so I went out of my way to give myself that credit as well as give you guys this gift.

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Being a pet to such a large group full of people was not something that was in your plans, you were considerably new to the neighborhood when the gang of hoodlums happened to take a liking to you.  They weren't the greatest example of friendship, but you liked the way they always had fun, which led to them dragging you a few good times to have fun in unsafe conditions, the leader , Serim , said it was nothing too much, they were just looking for fun and it didn't cost you anything to join in, you've never had so many friends like that in your life and for the first time everything seemed to run towards a more intense, more fun life.

 Deep down, but deep down inside you felt that it wasn't a good idea, as a matter of ethics or morals, your unconscious seemed to judge each of your actions, each unpremeditated sensation or each time your lower abdomen pulled, leading to the next joke.  The obvious provocations put you in doubt as to the origin of that party, more because you rarely understood the intentions of your group of friends, in the end, you fell into the trap, as at that moment, without realizing it, you had no escape from what you were about to to happen.

 It all started simple, it was a private party at Jungmo's house, you didn't consider any factor other than having fun with your friends, drinking and playing, well, in general terms that's all that happened, you arrived innocent, it ended up passing the bill, but drunkenness wasn't the problem, everyone was a little bit when the idea came out with the most suggestive tone from Taeyoung's lips, who often tries to introduce this kind of ulterior motives in your interaction with everyone in the group.

 "Let's play! blindfold one by one and make them guess who's touching you" everyone agreed at a speed that was incapable of making you disagree "starting with y/n"

 Everything started to run, they got a chair and sat you there, eyes glazed,hands handled, you were blindfolded right after and all that was left were heard and nothing else, because of that the breath started to rise, but it wasn't even close to what you it was about to pass. it started simple, lips full and delicate to yours and a seal was left, you can taste a common cherry taste, mixed with the drink that everyone was drinking at that moment  you certainly took too long to respond, obviously, suddenly you felt the same lips on yours, this time sucking on the lower one, making you gasp, the soft touch; you felt nothing but the touch, sweet, gentle, you joined the dance obviously , never felt a kiss like this so thought it would be okay to enjoy a little.

“and then?"  the kiss stopped, the heat was taken from you just leaving you a little too breathless

 “Wonjin” everyone seemed really surprised, exchanging glances, wonjin in the center, flushed, with his mouth half open tingling because of the longing that your  lips already made on his, it took a little while to give way to the next one

 "you're really good..." hyeongjun said in the background, in a modest whisper.

the next one came with a little more force, your skin crawled as the tip of someone's nose passed over your neck, as you had your hands tied behind your back no you were not allowed to touch anyone halfway through the process, your body already warm you just tip your head back, feeling the cold in your stomach consume you. right after the tip of his nose you feel the lips touching the skin, going up, making their way by the jaw when reaching your lips where it was taken, you lost a little breath, as a continuation of the previous act you reciprocated in the same force, all the air being taken from you, the open mouth kisses began, one sucking the other's lower lip , giving space for the typical sounds of a fervent preaching. whoever it was had his hands resting on the arms of the chair, completely covering you. the smell of perfume was typical, you've smelled it more times than expected, so as soon as the contact was separated you took in a small amount of air

 “Mini…” your air had already left at that , even if it was still for the second you already felt that you couldn’t withstand so much pressure like that

"It's getting too easy, we should be less obvious!"  someone you didn't recognize protested in the background, that whole situation of not being able to see made you very confused and then fingers started to walk inside your shirt; you sighed low with the feeling of icy fingers on your skin, small, treacherous, making their way around your waist, torso and then breasts, the fingers filled them, firmly, you moaned when you felt the grip, you had to bite your lip trying to contain it, your legs wanted to close and protect the good contact that your intimacy gave , that's when it all started. The hand went under what protected your breasts and jumped them out, taking the liberty of starting to play with your nipples

 “my god...that's not fair" you contracted your body and leaned back on the chair trying at all costs to stay, but all you could do was bend your back when you felt the tightness on your nipples “damn it, hyeongjun! I-it's Hyeongjun”

 Sighs came out of the lips as if they had been holding back for a long time, not to mention the vision that was the way your body reacted to hyeongjun's touches.  The atmosphere grew strong, as if everything thickened and you had the opportunity to get some air.  The fingers went up your leg, walking to your hip, whoever it was was on his knees to you before getting up and slipping his hand inside your pants, you froze with the contact and moaned low when you felt the finger touch your intimacy over the underwear.  Your legs parted almost immediately and then the fingers began to move, brushing against your panties, moving up and down touching the moisture present;  low meows escaped your lips without permission and you took a moment, tipping your head back again. breath close to your ear and hearing ,panting so close to your ear made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

 "Can you at least let me go?"  Without answers, you would only have something if you guessed so you began to concentrate to try to find out who it was, which was difficult as his fingers went agile even over your panties, playing with your moisture in favor of deeper contacts with your pussy .

 "SeongMin?"  Silence

 "No" and then the  hand continued to move, pressing the finger against your clit and squeezing, forcing stimulation.

 "F-fuck…. Ahn" was a unique gentleness, you felt the wrong course through your body, you had to bite your lips to contain the moan again "B-Binnie"

 And then it stopped.  You had got it right, with a certain cost, but you felt that it was still okay to continue, that's how they were, they liked to play with you and you wouldn't deny them anything, because you also liked this promiscuous game, with your innocence broking every time the predatory eyes of each of them swept you over, that kind of attention you would never deny, because better than one of them, just all nine at once.

 Someone held the hem of your pants, you easily accepted, helped and in moments you were only with your shirt and the extremely wet panties you were wearing, you felt your legs break again and then he took your panties to the side; you began to hyperventilate and moaned desperately when you felt the touch of the tongue against your core, circling, hot and hard, you jerked out of your senses and tipped the head back again, lost your temper, your hips moved forward, seeking more contact and were stopped by the firm hands that want to keep you in place.

"No… please I'm going to come to fast like this" you were on the edge of the abyss, the tongue kept the arduous service, the hot breath between your legs and you brought them together feeling your head fit.  "Taeyoung!!"

 You eventually got it into your head that you shouldn't come before they all went through you previously, acts upon acts of self-control, but you were already starting to feel drained, the next person followed shortly after, continuing the sequence of hot tongue against your vulva, this time hungrier than the last, aching, you couldn't contain it as you started moaning and moving with more need, whatever had brought you to your orgasm didn't stop even after sucking all your juices out.  A fingertip caressed your entrance and then he started to push in, they all took turns, if you weren't blindfolded you'd be in bigger trouble right now, so at least you said thank you for that, bit your bottom lip and let it in, right after a second finger and then the movements started, moans that went silently growing in precision, you felt like you could take more than a few fingers.

 "Hm...a...a-allen, please, it's allen right?"  The heaving chest already showed your defeat but the movements continued in a longer sequence, you had made a mistake, so you had to fight to continue, already with scissor movements you reconsidered for elimination and then deduced "seongmin?"

 In full, luckily, or not.  When the fingers left you the body missed it, meowed in annoyance and took your time to get yourself into the chair properly, even towards the end you felt like you could suffer a little more so you pulled yourself together as fast as anyone there could say was humanly possible, with his erections showing through your pants, a pack of animals in heat, torturing their prey before eating it, how could they grown men be able to corrupt you like that.

  The rope gently slipped from your wrists, although it was still blindfolded you genuinely accepted it gladly, sighed in relief and ran your hand between your wrists.

 "You're free, but you can't touch anyone, otherwise you lose," Wonjin said firmly.

 "And what happens if I lose?" You asked still trying to compose your air

 "Lose it and find out" the simple answer came out of wonjin's lips made you curse. 

 This time there were two at once, one body arranged behind you, the other in front of you.  If you knew the physical and mental strength needed to handle more than one at a time, you might have sobered up by the time Taeyoung had given that idea.  Your protests were non-existent, then you felt a pair of fingers enter your intimacy again, near the end of the journey, another pair of hands pulled your shirt up removing it, doing the same with the last piece that covered your breasts and then left you completely naked in that instant. The cold wind ran making you shiver gently, your fingers forced on the chair and everything seemed to get lost in the immensity, you will never feel so many hands stimulating you at the same time, which made you forget for a mere second that you were in the middle of a game.  Your body building heat, fingers inside you in careful good movements, others twisting and contouring your nipple already with a certain violence in your hand, you were fucking with that hand already at that point, moving your hips in accelerated sessions behind of the orgasm  and nobody seemed to want to stop your short fun, but guessing who was fingering you already in that state worked only by elimination orders again.

 "I don't know….I-I really don't know~ hm feels good " The tone tore from your lips, you were out of your mind, the dark vision stimulating physical contact and you started to feel your body wanting to reach the limit 

  That's when you suddenly remembered some situations with Allen, about how he had the tendency to always compliment how nice your breasts looked, marked in the clothes, a beautiful pervert

"Allen!"  and as expected as soon as said the stimulation about your nipples stopped, abruptly , bringing you to the act of consciousness, your hips kept fucking with other people's fingers and knowing well that kind of not-so-subtle delicacy you deduced "hm~fuck, selm, please"

 You tightened your fingers on the chair and continued to fuck the serim fingers and they continued to bring you to an end again, you came harder this time, moaned deeply and arched desperately to spill yourself over the serim fingers without any forgiveness.

 "Poor thing, it's destroyed" in this case now would be your last test, even if there was only the host left you thought this would be the end result, but then the blindfold was off your face, jungmo exchanged eye contact with you before smiling, moving his hand over your face and brush your hair out of the way, you felt warm for a mere second before he lifted you up.

 "Let's show them what a slut you are y/n" jungmo led you to the couch, face turned to the giant wheel of men watching you, you on one hand could feel coerced but it was indescribable , the amount of black orbs watching you without any affection, it was just attractive. He helped you remove your panties, pushed your  knees further apart and then put his cock out, scraped the tip across your sensitive vulva making your legs weak and then entered without mercy, being so well received.  He growled, held you by the hips and then started to fuck you, quickly, without your insides tearing and you started to lose strength, needing to lay your torso on the couch.  You thought you weren't drunk yet but when the light hit your eyes and the tip of jungmo's cock hit your sensitive spot you felt everything spinning again, the moan flowed naturally from your lips, singing for the whole room to hear, jungmo he was performing on your body in front of his friends, all of then attentive, having fun with the joke, eager to be next in line, getting that game totally out of control and if you stopped five minutes you would have noticed Taeyoung making fun of your face, noticing how miserable looks now ready to come for the third time in less than two hours.

You already felt the overstimulation building, your sensitive body responding in a hurry, far from it being over. You started moaning louder as jungmo started to accelerate.

 "Good pet, come on my dick go" he started pushing, punching hard and you instantly fell apart again, jungmo still non stop started moving and moving, and then pouring inside you, handing you over to the next one, who delivered to the next until everyone is fully satisfied and you are destroyed, lying on the sofa, motionless, unable to even speak.

 "You did great, and you won the game!"  Serim said with a certain delicacy, stroking your face to remove the sweaty hair and leave a seal on your forehead "don't worry too much, we'll take care of you now, try to rest"

[keiffeine]

so ahahhsjahehahhe about the nsfw scara reqs 👉👈 may I get scara (subby if that's possible hehe) with a male reader who's known him since he was kuni, has cared and still cares about him deeply despite everything that's happened n has managed to have such a close bond to him that their relationship kinda turned into a,,,, friends with benefits kind of thing <3 js some really fluffy smut about the reader having so many pent up feelings that he confesses to scara in a,, different way

(take your time with this one! I really love your works and writing style a LOT and was pretty nervous about requesting this,, but you're an amazing writer and are doing great! <3 I hope ur having a wonderful day!!)

with male reader.

genre: fwb, fluff, nsfw.

a/n: i sort of wrote a lot for this. like, there’s basically a whole mini fic. i hope you don’t mind, this req was really good and it made me inspired. (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ i hope this is to your liking.

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is not allowed.

• there was nothing about scaramouche you couldn’t love. he was just so beautiful, like he was truly sent from heaven with a radiant glow to him. he was hard to resist, but you were afraid to ruin what you already had.

• you’ve been there with him since quite literally forever, when he was still kunikuzushi. you’d been the only one thus far who had stayed, and sometimes scaramouche would tell you that you would still be the one who would stay with him until the end.

• you didn’t quite know when you started to develop such a strong affection towards him, but at some point, your attraction floated in the grey area of simply admiring him as a friend and wanting a relationship that was beyond friends.

• scaramouche made your heart swell, and it was so often that you thought your heart might literally explode out of your chest. you just needed him to know, to make him understand that you needed him as much as he needed you.

• with each passing day, the thought of this grew stronger and stronger and—

• one day you just kissed him, and with no given thought. it was sudden, fleeting, and impulsive.

• for a split second, you thought you ruined everything. this crossed the line. but—he kissed you back, pressing further into you and opening his mouth to welcome it.

• this was how your relationship escalated—you weren’t together together, but you weren’t only just friends. for a while, you just simply were.

• it gradually started from slow and gentle kisses to your bodies exposed under the stars, hips rolling into each other as you called each other’s names with a sense of strong desire behind it.

• in moments like these, scaramouche was the most beautiful. he would stare up at you with glittering eyes, rosy lips calling for you to “move faster” and “that he needs you so bad” as his nails would scratch into your back.

• sometimes, the urgency to say those four simple words—“i love you, scara”—would be on the edge of your tongue, but you could never bring yourself to say it.

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“fuck—y/n, please,” scaramouche moans, eyes fluttering closed and back arching off the bed, hands searching for purchase all over your body and digging his nails anywhere he can grab hold. you can feel him trembling beneath you as you keep thrusting into him, pressing your cock against his prostate.

“i know, baby…feels good, yeah?” you murmur, squeezing the flesh of his hips and latching your lips to his neck, sucking on his skin there. you felt warm all over, every inch of your body tingling.

“kiss me—please…nngh…” he begs, cupping your face and bringing you down to his lips. you rolled your hips into him again, drawing another whine out of scaramouche as you kissed.

you loved this—you loved him so much. would it really be so wrong to confess that, right now? did you want to take that risk of ruining what you had? just to find out if he felt the same way, too.

you kept moving, bringing scaramouche to his release first before your own. as you finished, slowly coming down from both of your highs, you hesitantly kissed him again, the words on the tip of your tongue.

“scara, i…” you swallowed thickly, voice wavering slightly. “i love you,” you murmured against his lips. you moved away from him slowly, not daring to look at his eyes. you were scared.

“what?” scaramouche asks.

“i said i love you,” you repeat, feeling warmth rising to your cheeks. “i’ve loved you for—for ages now. i felt like i should tell you.”

silence. it was quiet; so quiet you can just hear the intense beating of your heart.

you spoke after a beat, “of course, if you don’t feel the same it’s fine—i just don’t want to lose you—”

“i love you, too,” scaramouche interrupted, his words ringing in your head. you turned, to finally look at him. he’d pushed himself to sit up on the bed, eyes looking at you carefully and intently. scaramouche inched closer to you, cupping your face again. “i love you, too,” he says again, “so much.”

there it goes—your heart was swelling again. you felt yourself smiling, and you couldn’t help but bring him into another kiss.

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[rreskk]

Heyyy! Do you know that fanfic you made, the voicemail one? Could you possibly do something similar... Could you make a trevor x reader fanfic where they are sexting, but Trevor is wearing a leather jacket (leather kink...???) and they send pictures which escalates to calling and masturbating together? IK IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BUT I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE DO THIS WITH TREVOR AND I'M DYING COS OF ITTTT

---A/N: omg this is such a hot idea im crying

Summary: You haven't heard from him in weeks until he returns to you... With some unfinished pictures.

TW: Sexting, smut.

Your phone buzzed from the pillow beside you. An attachment link from Trevor, one of your contacts. Knowing him for a couple of months through mutual friends, you’d experience a few flirty exchanges; nothing serious, so you’d expect a picture of a dead animal or other gruesome findings. When your thumb pressed open, your brain was fogged out and your mouth dropped open.

He sent a picture of his crotch area. Underwear exposed and the bulging boner he was having from under it. His jeans were loose and wrapped around his thigh. There was no caption, just this photo.

‘I think you sent this to the wrong person’ You quickly typed.

The status turned from ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ within a second. You grew anxious.

‘?? I have? No I dont think so ;)’ Trevor responded.

You felt a lump in your throat. Maybe you’ve been risky before and invited him over for one night, but that was weeks ago. You automatically thought he was a one time server.

‘Want more?’ He soon typed after you failed to reply.

You didn’t even have to answer as the next attachment photo was a mirror shot. Trevor stood there, hand holding his large boner, jeans gone and shirt nowhere to be found… Instead, he wore a black leather jacket that sat around his exposed chest so attractively. He was smirking widely in this photo, staring at his phone while the shot was being taken. The feelings you were developing as you deep dived into this fantasy… Your lower stomach tingled and grew oddly warm.

‘I wanna see you now’ Another message came through.

Obeying his wish, you went shirtless and lied down on the bed, taking a picture of your breasts (knowing how feral he’d get when seeing them). Your finger pressed ‘send’ and, as expected, it was viewed right away. Biting your lip, he began typing back again.

‘Fck, so sexy. I’m so horny for u rn’ Trevor answered.

Your cheeks grew red and your surroundings began blurring. You had gotten so needy and aroused after his mirror shot. Your fingers weakly tapped the bright phone screen.

‘More mirror pics’ You begged. Your tone was obvious, even through texting.

‘u want more, sugar? Hmmmmmm, now ur talking’

Trevor took no less than a minute. Another picture came through. A picture that entrapped you in a world of lust and wetness.

Trevor’s angle had completely changed since the mirror. He was stood in his room, phone directing at his penis from his head height. The Birdseye view of his toned muscle lines and abs that peeked through the opened leather jacket, the lining ending with his throbbing cock that was erected. His veiny and red hands was groping the erection, pre-cum already exposing from the tip.

You stared at his nudes, one of your hands trailing from your breasts to underneath your panties. You observed his picture while imagining ungodly things. You dreamed of being fucked by Trevor, wearing nothing but the leather jacket. You wanted his masculine and dirty hands to suffocate your airway while he destroys your insides. You needed to feel the friction of his leather jacket against your sensitive skin. Unknowingly, you began circulating a finger across your pussy, gasping for air at the thought of your fantasy. Then Trevor’s notification interrupted your mindless wonders.

‘u better not be touching urself. Not until I tell u to, sugar’

You were desperate for him. His demanding orders. You could almost hear him.

‘Send a body shot. I need to see more of u’ He typed again.

With the opportunity of taking pictures of you masturbating, you sent him 2. One of your finger and pussy, another of your breasts and chest. Your stomach ached for him. Growing excited and dangerous, you were desperate to see his reaction of you touching yourself, especially when he ordered you not to.

Trevor viewed both and spent several seconds absent from the chat. You whimpered. A few moments later, his contact picture showed up. It was a phone call. Your heartbeat increased 10x faster.

You pressed ‘accept’.

“You have NO idea what you just did to me.” Trevor heavily breathed, “If you are going to fuck yourself, baby, I need to hear. Don’t fuck around with me like that.”

You whined loudly and he laughed.

“So needy for my cock, aren’t you?” He teased.

“Fuck, Trevor… Please.”

“Please what, sugar?”

“I wanna hear you too.” You whispered lowly.

The line muffled as Trevor could be heard moving around, thumping from one sound to another. You took this time to carry on rubbing your pounding sex.

“You wanna hear me, huh, baby?” He soon whispered, “You wanna hear how horny I am for you?”

“Yes.” You begged.

“Louder.”

“Fuck- PLEASE!” Pleading and moaning throughout the thrush of heat and sweat.

Trevor groaned at your whines, “So good, baby…”

You could hear his hand clamp tightly around his cock, shifting up and down, the skin slapping together. His breathing was erratic and hyper.

“Fuck, baby.”

You pathetically pictured Trevor’s fingers exploiting your clit, rubbing and burning the desperation. You forced two of your fingers in and moaned, unable to think clearly due to your corrupted headspace.

“Trevor,” You panted.

He increased his speed. His phone was struggling to pick up every sound as he was rapid. Yet, it picked out one sound that destroyed you. As Trevor would whimper then and there, the background noise of his leather jacket rustling and rubbing together, the silver chained zips hitting a hard surface as he masturbates. You exploded with horrendous horniness.

“FUCK, TREVOR-“

Your climax evolved the second you heard the sound of his whines and his leather clothing. The awakening of your momentary arousal died down, breathing for air like you were drowning in the ocean.

“Shit, fuck! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Trevor wailed.

His animistic growls was interrupted when the line grew quiet and calm. He returned to the phone, gulping at the speciality of his orgasm.

“Can I come over?” He simply asked, out of breathe.

You smiled willingly.

“Please do.”

[finelinevogue]

Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

[myherowritings]

mistletoe kiss

OVERVIEW; After a few weeks of dating, you and Katsuki still haven’t kissed. You hope that will change under the mistletoe this holiday season. 

PAIRING; bakugou katsuki x reader

WORD COUNT; 1.2k

GENRE; fluff, winter/holiday au

A/N; got a handful of req’s for bakugou + mistletoe and ur wish is my command u.u but frl i love the holidays and this was so fun to write !! i hope u enjoy xx sof

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

“This is the perfect time to do it— The snow is falling, the nights are cold, love is in the air,” Ashido swooned. “What better time to make your move to kiss him than now?” 

You nodded in agreement despite the nerves in your stomach, letting her reassuring words soothe you just the slightest bit. It had been only a few weeks now since you and Katsuki had started dating and you still haven’t kissed.

Now, you knew each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with doing things at your own pace, whatever that may be, but you’ve gotten comfortable enough with Katsuki to the point where you do want to kiss him. And you hoped he would return the sentiment. The only problem was you were too nervous to initiate it and if you knew your boyfriend, you’d know that despite him being unwilling to ever admit it, he was nervous too. 

Maybe the holiday cheer in the air would be enough to give you both the courage. (With the help of some cheeky mistletoe of course.) 

“You’re right,” you said to Ashido, shifting your weight from foot to foot to get out your jitters of excitement. “I just need to be under the doorway at the time Katsuki walks through and it’ll be perfect!” 

You hung up a mistletoe above your door and invited Katsuki over for your recurrent movie nights a little earlier today. Though the both of you had busy schedules that would oftentimes conflict, you both made it a priority to spend time together. 

The plan was foolproof, he’d come over and knock and you’d greet him at the door, your eyes would inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, you’d say something along the lines of, “Wow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!”, and then hope Katsuki got the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss. 

There’s no way it’d fail. 

Soon Ashido left for the night and you busied yourself making some hot chocolate on a saucepan because nothing calmed your nerves like homemade sweet beverages. But you barely had enough time to take a sip from your steaming mug when you heard a knock on your door. 

You jumped up from your seat. “Coming!”

Running over, you tried not to trip over the flat surface of your floor as you reached the entrance. 

“Katsuki! Hi,” you said with a beam as you opened your door. He held a small cloth bag with containers of food (most definitely made by him before he came over despite how busy he was earlier today) and had his face half covered by a scarf. The parts of his cheeks that were showing along with the tip of his nose were flushed pink from the biting cold outside. 

So cute, you thought with a smile, wanting to heat him up by cupping his face in your hands that were warmed from the cup of hot chocolate. 

“I made your favorite,” he said gruffly, imperceptibly lifting the container of food up. “In case you wanted to eat it while we watched the movie or whatever.” 

Your mouth watered at the thought of your favorite food and your heart warmed at the image of Katsuki cooking it for you. “It already smells amazing! Thank you.” 

He shrugged, hiding his reddening cheeks further in his scarf. “S’no problem. Now...Aren’t you going to invite me in now?” 

“Yes, but wait—” You faked a gasp as your eyes darted to the doorframe above you, hoping it sounded more convincing than it felt. “Oh, my! A mistletoe? How did that get there?” 

Katsuki squinted, slowly looking between you and the mistletoe above you. “Isn’t this your house? So wouldn’t you have to be the one to have placed it here?” 

You blinked, cheeks warming up in embarrassment. Well, that wasn’t the response you anticipated. 

“I... That’s a good point,” you replied meekly, but quickly tried to snap yourself out of it. You planned out this perfect holiday kiss and though it wasn’t going exactly as you expected in your head, you still wouldn’t let the effort go to waste. “I must’ve forgotten, hah. But you know what they say about mistletoe—”

“You trying to kiss me under the mistletoe?” he interrupted in an amused tone, pulling his scarf down from his face to reveal his teasing smirk. 

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater, looking to the ground abashedly. “Maybe.”

“Damn, that’s cliche,” he said, chuckling as he placed the bag he was holding on the floor to free his hands so he could gently lift your chin up to face him. “Cute.” 

Your eyes widened as Katsuki pressed his mouth against yours, somewhat surprised your poorly executed mistletoe kiss plan worked. His hands were warm but his lips were cold, a shocking contrast that made your skin tingle. Your heart pounded and your stomach flip-flopped, yet a sense of tranquility and belonging filled you. 

A feeling better than you could have ever imagined from a simple kiss. 

His lips felt soft and tasted slightly of the pink pomegranate lip balm you got him when you tried expanding his horizons from those flavorless petroleum jelly balms. You giggled into the kiss, glad he ended up using it. 

“Oi, what’re you laughin’ at?” he asked somewhat breathless, pulling away with a scowl though his hand was still resting on the small of your back to hold you close. 

You shook your head, a dazed smile on your face. “Nothing— I was just thinking about how good you taste. Pomegranate lip balm. Yummy.” 

Katsuki snorted as you briefly touched the tip of your finger to his lower lip. “Fragrance in lip and skin products can cause irritation and shit.” 

“Then why are you using it?”

“‘Cause you gave it to me and it’d just be a waste not to,” he muttered with an eyeroll. Then, more quietly, “And because you like it.”

You leaned closer to his chest, wiggling your eyebrows at him with a pleased expression. You liked what you heard. “What was that again? Just because I like it? How adorable.”

“I didn’t say shit.”

Laughing, you lightly tapped the tip of his nose. “Sure, I believe you.”  

But the mischievous look on your face told Katsuki that you heard him clear as day. He huffed, changing the topic before the embarrassment could set in. “Let’s get inside before the food gets cold.” 

He picked up the container from the ground and switched into house slippers before entering your place. Katsuki came over so often that by now he had his own designated set of indoor slippers (the ones you got him had small, smiling bunnies with carrots and hearts printed on it, much to his distaste and your utter pleasure).

As you followed after him, you called, “Wait— Let me bring the mistletoe with me, too!”

“Leave it,” he said, glancing behind him. When he looked away, the tips of his ears were flushed a slight red. “You don’t need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever.”

You looked up at the hanging mistletoe with a smile, silently thanking the inanimate object. You wouldn’t have gathered enough courage without the silly holiday tradition, but thankfully, you wouldn’t be needing it to kiss Katsuki anymore.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi! could u please write smth abt jaehyun taking care of his s/o thru her period and even offering to do the nasty 👉🏼👈🏼 u can also make it smutty if ur brain juices allow

Pairing: boyfriend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: mentions of menstruation, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex during menstruation, cum kink

Word count: 1.2k

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77 @mrg-jjh @keeach @the-universe-in-you-jjh @nootnoot-yoonoh @winniet @jaejoongiewifey-blog @iknowyuno​ @tamakikaname​ ​@ellethereal00 @michplusb​ @nctnews-main​ @deardayjm​ @yincotton​ @misschubswrites​ (send me a message/ask if you want to be tagged in future fics)

A/N: please heed the warnings! at any rate i didn't make it too graphic :) thanks for the request!

“Jaehyun, please hurry! I’m dying!”

“Hang in there, babe, I’m coming!”

The pain in your lower abdomen left you immobile, a heating pad wedged between you and a pillow and meds doing nothing to alleviate the discomfort you were feeling. Jaehyun, being the good boyfriend that he was, did everything in his power to help you feel better.

“You’re a godsend, thank you so much,” you sighed, when he came into the bedroom with the chocolate ice cream you requested. He got into position sitting back against the headboard, while you sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you. The warmth and comfort of his presence always helped you during this time of the month, and you already felt your body relaxing bit by bit as he rubbed your back gently.

“Is it helping?” he asked softly, planting kisses on your shoulder as he watched you take big spoonfuls of your ice cream.

“Yes, the ice cream is good,” you mumbled between mouthfuls, “but it still hurts.”

Jaehyun’s eyes turned soft as he looked at you, clearly concerned. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I wish there was more I could do.”

“You could fuck me,” you said half-jokingly, thinking he wouldn’t want to do anything of the sort while you were on your period.

“Would it help?” he asked in all seriousness.

You just shrugged, licking the last of the ice cream off the spoon. “I don’t know, never tried it.”

“Hm,” was all he said, but you could already feel his bulge growing beneath you.

“Jeong Jaehyun, are you considering it right now?” you couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about it.

A mischievous smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling and dimples appearing in his cheeks as he nodded at you. “So what if I am? Would you want to?”

You had to admit you wanted to, when it came to your boyfriend you always wanted to fuck him, that wasn’t even a question. You’d heard from some of your friends that sex always helped them feel better when they had bad cramps, but you had never tried it, always just worried about the mess.

“I mean, I always want to,” you answered honestly, “but you know, it would be… messy.” You wrinkled your nose at the thought of the cleanup involved.

“We could do it in the shower,” he suggested, a little too eagerly as his face lit up when he said it. Clearly he had already been thinking about the possibilities.

It was a good idea, you had to admit, and with the way he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you, it would have to do. “Alright, let’s do it.”

Excitedly he jumped out of the bed, almost pushing you off of it, and ran into the bathroom to get the shower running. When he was satisfied with the temperature of the water he brought you in, undressing you carefully and gently, and helping you step into the shower. While you relaxed with the warm spray of the water, he undressed himself and stepped in with you.

“How’s the water?” he asked, slotting his body behind yours and placing his hands on your hips, “is it helping with your cramps?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, but what was really helping you was his touch on your bare skin, made even more arousing by the wetness of your bodies and the heat of the water washing over you.

“How’s your tummy?” he asked softly before attaching his lips to your neck and sliding a hand around to caress your stomach. You leaned your head back against him and moaned, the warmth of his hands sliding over your skin heating you up.

“Better,” you answered, because you could already feel the pain easing up little by little, the more he touched you. “But I need more please.”

“Greedy,” he chuckled, before sliding his hand down between your legs and finding your clit. You moaned as his fingers rubbed circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand coming up to fondle your breasts and pinch your nipples.

“Oh god, Jae,” you moaned, the pain of your cramps forgotten as the feeling of pleasure took over. “More, please, I need you.”

You heard him whistle low behind you, and then you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your folds. You’d never had sex during your period before so you weren’t sure how it would feel, but when he pushed inside you the pleasure you felt almost knocked you off your feet.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shudder.

“No, no, it feels good,” your breath was starting to come in small gasps, as arousal overtook all of your senses, “god it feels so good.”

This encouraged him, and he started to pick up his pace, holding onto your hips as he pounded you, your hands splayed against the tiled wall of the shower to keep yourself from smacking face first into it.

“So tight,” he murmured, “so fucking tight.”

You could feel your entire body tingle as the pleasure built up, your orgasm coming on so fast it was making your head spin.

“Jaehyun! Oh my god!” you cried out as he railed you, your moans and whimpers echoing off the tiled walls.

“You gonna come, baby? Hm? Come all over my cock then,” he growled, pounding you harder, his hands coming up to squeeze your breasts.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed, coming hard when he squeezed your nipples and thrust into you so deep you felt him in your guts. Your pussy milked his cock, but he wasn’t done with you yet, pulling you flush against him as he fucked you harder.

“Wanna fill you up, baby,” he said, his voice husky, “wanna fill you so full that my cum will be the only thing dripping out of your pussy.”

You gripped onto his forearms as he came inside you, hips stuttering as he filled you, a loud groan escaping his lips. When his body stilled he kissed down the back of your neck and along your collarbone and shoulder, before sliding his hand around to rest on your lower stomach.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, the spray of the shower doing a wonderful job of washing away the remnants of what just occurred.

“Yes, baby, I really do,” you sighed, squeezing his arms in gratitude. You felt the water starting to cool though, and you were suddenly struck with the feeling of sheer exhaustion. “But I think I want to go to bed now.”

“Of course babe, let’s go to sleep,” he turned off the water and grabbed a towel for you, helping you to dry off before he dried himself off. He helped you change into your pajamas, and then you slid into bed together, where he spooned you (naked, because you wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against you, even through your pajamas).

“Good night, Jae, thank you for taking care of me,” you said sleepily, placing his hand against your stomach.

“Always, my love,” he replied, and just as you drifted off you felt him kiss the top of your head, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach.

[goroufucker]

did you ever love me, scaramouche ?

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authors notes: angst, porn with angst, unhappy ending, gn reader, dancing under the stars will truly show ones true emotions..

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the blanket below you two was warm, you had made sure everything was perfect when your boss, the 6th fatui harbinger, finally let you take him out somewhere- you washed the blanket you two were sitting on in the darkness, only illuminated by the stars and moon, to make sure it was to his comfort.

you two had,, an interesting relationship. it wasn’t quite ‘special treatment’, it was his craving towards your body. he loved the way you quivered and moaned underneath him, he couldn’t get enough of how vulnerable you were. there was never an inch of romance between those sessions, it was always fantasy and letting loose stress.

even whenever he called you filthy names and degraded you down to your core while his dick practically rearranged your organs into a brand new shape, you always took it with a smile. you had always looked up to him, even while you were still a new recruit. you took everything he had to give for months.

from the position he was sitting, scaramouche’s eyes lit up gorgeously under the starlight, having removed his hat for extra comfort whilst he was laying on his back. he seemed, bored? perhaps he isn’t quite used to dates, he most likely never could’ve had time to. though you keep your thoughts in your own mind and do you best to just relax with him.

“what was the point of taking me here?” he asked coldly, his gaze going from the moon to you, his head tilted while his hair fell almost perfectly on his face. you gulped down some spit, trying to avoid fumbling over any words. “well,, this time of night is when the stars and full moon are in perfect view, it’s a gorgeous place to take someone you care about-“ you spoke, avoiding mumbling or stuttering over your own feelings.

scaramouche’s gaze went from you, back up to the stars. his mind was occupied by the bright light, “indeed- it is quite the beautiful time..” he mumbled. thinking for a moment before sitting up, keeping a steady hand on the blanket and using it to stand up. “scara? what’s wrong?” you said, pushing your knees closer to your body.

“you said it’s a beautiful place to take someone, yet we aren’t doing anything”, scaramouche turned his head, followed by his body. “it would be a shame if we wasted the night away with idle chatter, so stand up.” he ordered, reaching his hand out, you could notice a faint pink on his cheeks- though with the shadows of the night, it was difficult to fully see.

“.. dance with me.”

the words left his mouth, you could only stare. he.. wants to dance with you? the number 6 of the fatui harbingers,, wants to dance. of course, you weren’t gonna wait to see what he’d do if you took too long. you took his hand, him helping you stand up and bringing you close to him. he took your freehand and put it on his shoulder, the hand he used to pick you up interlocked with yours. with his freehand on your waist, he pulled you in.

the soft nights breeze mixed with the illuminated sky left an indescribable feeling as you two started to move, there was no music, not even the faint sound of a lyre in the distance. you needed no music, you only needed to stare into his eyes to hear the sweet melody in your mind. scaramouche never grinned back at you, though he reciprocated the eye contact as he spun you away from him.

pulling you back in, he held your back and dipped you down. you gasped, not expecting it. his face crept closer, gently dragging his bottom lip up your neck and stopping at your jawline. then pulling you back up, your noses were almost touching as you continued to dance. your heart was thumping, as if it was about to fall and sink right down into your stomach. the grip on his shoulder tightened as you two spun.

it seemed like the nights light had become blurry, as if the stars were falling and it’s dust blew into your eyes. the tension of it all overtook your body, so much so that you didn’t even notice him leaning in. scaramouche’s lips interrupted your cloudy haze, it took force not to widen your eyes. he had never, willingly, kissed you before. scaramouche always said that you should never kiss him. you never knew why, though it hurt.

euphoria filled the night as you greedily kissed him back, filling up every bit of space between you two. it was quick though, he pulled away and took your hand, spinning you away from him again. letting go of your hand as you spun, taking a step back. you stumbled a bit, not wanting to fall and embarrass yourself.

you two stared at eachother from a distance, your eyelashes flickered while you blinked, watching him clear his throat. he seemed,, embarrassed? no, maybe uneasy.. you couldn’t get a read from his eyes. but he stared so longingly at you, you couldn’t help but be flustered. this is the most attention he’s ever truly given, being so caught up in fatui work, only spending some ‘quality time’ with you by letting the stress out his body through your body.

you almost spoke, until he finally interrupted you. your mind was still fixated in a haze, his hair was slightly messy from laying down and wearing his hat, his cheeks were flushed from how close you two where, his eyes half lidded made your body tingle and shiver. realization hit.

“i want to fuck you under the stars.”

you were in love with him.

within seconds, you ran right to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a kiss. he gripped onto you tightly and kissed back, inhaling sharply through his nose. the passion you felt at that moment drove you insane, as if you two were finally letting loose everything you had stuck inside. it was aggressive when he picked you up and put you right down onto the blanket.

wasting no time to rip off every article of clothing you had on, he wanted to see you and he wanted to see you now. you pushed away how overwhelmed you were with how fast this was going and tried to melt into the moment, listening to scara’s breathing once he had finally gotten you naked. he was staring, his hands gripped the blanket at the sides of your shoulders. embarrassment filled your mind, wanting to close your eyes to avoid his gaze- but if you were to, you’d miss everything.

the moonlight seemed to awake something within him, you realized that when he started doing things he never did before. usually it was you who gave the oral, but scara was quick to pull your hips up and dip his face right into your sex. the feeling had you tilting to ur head back, gasping and moaning at each quiver of pleasure that went up your stomach. all you could hear were the suckling sounds of scaramouche devouring you, as if he was trying to get every single drop.

the intensity of it all plus a newer feeling had you cumming faster then you normally would, already arching your back as you felt your orgasm right at its peak, just barely holding on. he was able to recognize whenever you were about to cum, due to experience. though he didn’t stop and make you beg like he would before, he went in deeper and let you have it right there. the sight of the stars filled your vision, staring into the sky as you let out a loud whimper orgasmed, not even realizing you were grinding into his mouth while you road out your high.

scaramouche pulled away in the dead middle of you riding it out, licking off any leftovers that could’ve been on his lips- he stared at your disheveled state. though he didn’t grin, he never smirked like he always did. he was silent, taking in your body and attempting to cherish it. scara pushed up and sat on his knees, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down enough to get his cock out, as well as taking of some accessories to be able to pull his shirt up enough to see his stomach.

you watched him, still panting from your orgasm. his shadow gloomed over you, his body covering the starlight from your reach. scaramouche went back to hovering over you, using a hand to adjust his junk to press right against your hole. “this… is it..” scara panted, looking into your eyes for a second. “w-what..?” you ask, confused on what he meant. though when he didn’t talk afterwards, you assume it was just sexual babble- which he did quite often.

you pushed it out of your mind quickly, feeling the tip of his cock start to press into your hole. you let out a sigh while he slowly buried his dick into you- he went until his lower stomach touched your skin, taking up any available space. your hands went from the blanket to his forearms, you wanted to feel as much of him as possible right now. he let you touch him as he started to move his hips, grinding them into you so his dick would reach the deepest parts of you.

sex was always pleasurable with him, even if it was something you weren’t too sure of trying out, scara always made it euphoric. so of course, you moaned at the pangs of pleasure that shot up your body. the slow movements he was doing were quite rare, he only was this gentle the first ever time you two had sex. the gentleness of course, didn’t last very long, as scara got aggravated- letting out a scoff before thrusting his hips at the speed he desired.

“Mm.. fuck..” he mumbled, gripping onto your hips, gently digging his nails into your skin. he always did that when he wanted you to squeeze on his cock, so you did just that. “yeah.. just like that” scaramouch panted, leaning over and moving his mouth to your neck. he bit down hard, harder then he’s ever bit before- or maybe your sensitivity to his touch right now has made it seem so aggressive.

hearing the twinges in his voice as you admired him, making sure to keep your voice clear for him to hear, you recognized him getting close to his release. you took this advantage to wrap your body around his, he had never gone raw with you like this before, he always used a condom no matter what unless it was oral. you wanted him to cum inside you, to end this euphoric night, you wanted to leave with a bit of him still with you.

scaramouche was too caught up in his high to truly care about how close you were, he fixed his posture while continuing to keep a harsh grip on your hips. the view you had was of his stomach and above, though he was thin, scara was very well built. you put your hands back on his forearms, trying to help him focus on his orgasm.

with a few more messy, aggressive thrusts, he dipped his head back as he came right into you. holding back a cry, he clenched his teeth and let out a strained groan. all you could do was admire him, his thrusting slowing down and ultimately stopping, his head dipping forewords again before locking eyes with you, the sweat dripping down his forehead. you didn’t even care that you only came once, your want to cum just completely disappeared.

before you could say anything to him, his eyes unlocked with yours and he quickly pulled his dick out of you, hearing a gentle pop and feeling his cum leak out. scaramouche shuffled around, pulling his pants back up and putting on any accessories he took off. with shaky arms, you pushed up and sat on the blanket. “scara..? why are you getting dressed so quick?” you asked, glancing at your own clothes that were scattered around the grass.

he didn’t answer you, not even a small noise to indicate he heard you. placing his hat ontop of his head, he finally turned to face you. “i told you, this is it.” scaramouche spoke, pulling the blanket you two had fucked on and wrapped it around your exposed body. “.. wait, you can’t mean that-“ you stare at him in shock, yet he doesn’t answer you again. getting on one knee, he covers your eyes with his right hand, catching you by surprise by kissing your lips one last time.

scaramouche pulled his hand away as he got up and turned away from you, walking away ever so slowly as the sun began to rise. you were left in shock, was that it? was this the end of you and his meetups? the wind blew ever so gently, your hair flowing along with each gust. his figure slowly disappeared into the sunlight, as if it had gobbled him up.

did the stars lie to you, you assumed so. as the tears spilled down your face, you knew why, and with a gentle whisper, you could only ask…

“did you love me back?”

[amerrierworld]

Our Baby

for the request @nawehl​: Lou x Debbie x reader, bondage and blindfolds with sub reader

Summary: Debbie and Lou decide your stresses need to be dealt with promptly. 

Characters: Lou x Debbie x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,129

Warnings: you guessed it, smut, sub!reader, bondage, blindfolds, collars, leashes :)

Somehow, getting constantly pampered by Lou and Debbie could get exhausting. Who would have thought there was actually a limit to how much adoration you could take? 

Today was one such day, a day where your two cons didn’t actually have any work to do. One joy about working illegally is they’re really not obligated to work full-time hours to live comfortably. With a couple millions in their pockets, why would they worry about working in the morning on a random day?

But you, however, did have pressing matters on hand. There were emails and things to check that you had to work on today, and though usually both your girlfriends would leave you alone, today was quite different.

To put it lightly, they were like a pair of consistent, annoying puppies who needed attention. It was easy at the moment, because Lou had gone out for a bit, and it was only Debbie you had to deal with. 

Debbie had sat down on the couch next to you, running a hand over your leg, asking a few curious questions. She seemed amused by how huffy you were being, until you finally pushed her arm away and snapped.

“I need to focus- this is not funny! I need to do this- I need-”

A sharp hand twisted your hair on the back of your head, and you were tugged back to look up at Debbie’s stormy eyes. She held you there, suspended, for five long seconds. Then your whole body relaxed and you leaned your head back, breathing deep.

“Good girl,” she whispered. You let out a whine from behind your teeth. She shut the laptop on the table, her hand loosened but not letting go.

“I think you need to relax, hm?” she asked. “You’ve been misbehaving far too much.”

“I have not-”

“Yes, you most definitely have.”

“I have work-”

“And it’s practically killing you. Computer away. Bed, now.”

You pouted, but knew better than to argue with her. But as you got up, Debbie decided to tug you back, pulling you into her lap and nudging your mouth open with her own.

“Relax.”

“I’m trying.” You squirmed, lightly kissing her back. She patted your hips.

“You’ll have to try a little harder. Otherwise I need to intervene.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and she grinned, looking up at you through her eyelashes. She then nodded her head for you to go up to the bedroom, and you hurried away.

As you walked away, Debbie took out her phone and texted Lou; take ur time getting home. she needs some help.. relaxing. better be ready when u get here. 

The only response Lou sent was a smirking emoji, and Debbie got up to hurry after you, ready to get all your attention.

-

“FUCK! Debbie- i-it’s too much!”

You were spread out on the bed, limbs tied to each bedpost. Debbie hovered over you, nude save for her panties. You were the same, but she had shoved a vibrator under the fabric to stay and torture you. She had played with the settings to the point where you were sweaty and shaky from the orgasm denial.

“Not until Lou gets home.” She smirked as you tried to move your hips, tried to press your legs together. You stared at her, face gorgeously contorted in a look of anguished pleasure, and she leaned forward to push a knee between your legs, making the toy press tightly against your cunt and sending shockwaves along your spine. 

It seemed to last forever. Your body had submitted to Debbie the moment she pounced on you in the bed, thoughts of work completely gone from your head.

Then, finally, you heard the front door open. Debbie’s face lit up like a child’s, and she straightened out your panties, patting your tummy dotingly, making sure the toy was in place.

Then a long slip of silk was tied around your eyes. You could see streams of light and very faint shadows, but other than that, it was dark. You grumbled in the back of your throat, but that earned you a pinch on the inside of your thigh. You yelped in surprise.

“Don’t be so bratty, otherwise I won’t let you come at all.”

You bit your lip, and listened to the door open and close. But there were no voices, no moving around. You realized Debbie had left to go outside to Lou, leaving you stranded in bed with a toy pulsing against your clit. You cursed in your head, and squirmed in the restraints.

You needed more, this wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. You needed Debbie’s hand in your hair, or Lou’s mouth on your clit- needed their mouths, their cooing words of praise when you were a good girl for them. Fuck, you were so desperate at this point, you’d do anything.

Then the door creaked open, and you stilled suddenly, but your chest was rising and falling rapidly, blood pounding in your ears.

“Oh my, this is a sight to come home to,” Lou’s voice was low, and your skin tingled at the timbre of it. 

“I needed to put her in her place. She needed to relax. Far too stressed. A bit too much of a brat today I think.”

Your hips rose and you whined, “sorry..”

“What was that?”

You bit your lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm. You think she deserves her present?”

You perked up. A present? Knowing Lou, a present could be as delightful as it could be agonizing when it came to bedplay.

“We’ve made her wait long enough I think.” 

There was some shuffling and you were straddled by a pair of bare legs, and you recognized Lou’s musky scent. A cool hand laid on your throat and you gasped, making her purr.

“Good girl.”

Then she slowly, gently, leaned forward and wrapped something around your neck. Something thick and smooth that smelled of leather and metal. A collar.

Your body flushed at the feeling of Lou tightening it in place. Her hair brushed your face and you twisted your head, hoping to catch her lips with your own. You managed to peck the corner of her mouth, and she chuckled. 

“Eager?”

You nodded frantically. 

“Learned your lesson?”

You huffed, but whispered, “yes.”

“Finally up to play, then?”

You nodded, your hands clenching into fists. Then slowly, Lou pushed the blindfold up and over your head. You blinked, and your mouth went dry at the sight of her.

Lou was wearing a black leather corset that was decorated with clasps and buckles, and pushed up her chest in a lingerie-like fashion. Sheer black panties made her look like a sex goddess with smokey dark eyes and ruffled hair. She seemed delighted at your reaction.

Then Debbie came into sight, wearing flowery, mauve lingerie that was lacy and seductive with stockings, garter belts and straps of all sorts. You nearly lost your mind at the sight of them both. They were contrasting each other beautifully, and they seemed very keen on how you were watching them. 

“We really should have just put this on, Debs.” Lou cocked her head and watched your eyes traipse up and down both their forms. “She seems to be very attentive now.”

“Hm, good.”

Debbie took the silk blindfold from Lou, untied it and then proceeded to tie it in a knot around a buckle at the front of your collar, making it a leash. She tugged experimentally, and you gasped at the jerk, wondering if you could get even wetter than you already were.

The sudden revelation of your girlfriends and the leash made you nearly forget about the vibrator working diligently against your cunt, but you clenched your muscles and were reminded of its presence. 

Lou and Debbie seemed to have a plan or some agreement in mind, because they exchanged places wordlessly. Now Debbie sat on your middle, a little higher on your torso. She held a tight grip on the leash, not letting you move your head at all, making you watch her face. 

Then Lou made her way between your legs, and with some maneuvering and one leg over the other, you could feel her cunt dangerously close to your own and the toy. 

Your mouth dropped into a surprised ‘o’ face as Lou began pushing herself against you, a satisfied groan escaping her at the pressure and vibrations.

“Fuck, Debs... you really got her wet,” she muttered, one of her hands grabbing your leg, holding onto you as she began thrusting over the toy. The pressure on your receiving end felt like hot sparks of pleasure as she pushed the vibrator against your already sensitive clit.

Debbie kept your body taut and strained as Lou chased her release, growling with satisfaction as you laid back, eyes begging and pleading up at Debbie.

“C-Can I come now?” you whimpered. “Now that- now that Lou’s back?”

Debbie smiled, leaning forward, tugging your leash so you lifted your head just barely. She pressed a chaste kiss on your gasping mouth,

“Not until after Lou, baby,” she said softly. You groaned, head dropping back as she let you go. 

“Won’t be long though.” Lou let out a huff of a laugh, fingernails digging into your unmoving legs. You bit your lip, and Debbie swiped her thumb over it, coaxing you to open your mouth.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it out. Does it feel good?”

“Fuck, yes!” you cried out. “God!”

“Not quite,” Lou replied cheekily. Her movements were jittery, speeding up, losing its rhythm. She was close.

And so were you. Their touches, their words, it made it very hard to try not to come all over the toy. 

A guttural groan, a stutter in her hips, and she fell over the edge with one final satisfied roll against you. And you thought- finally, finally, you can come-

And then Lou pulled the toy out from between your legs, and you nearly screamed in frustration at the loss of pleasure. Your skin was sweaty, slick, and you looked up at Debbie with pleading eyes. She smiled teasingly. But she passed the leash back to Lou, removed her panties, and sat on your face instead.

You whined at her smell filling every senses. Her hand soothed your hair and crinkled forehead, smiling, and gasping as you gave her soft kitten licks where she needed it the most.

“L-Lou,” she managed to push out a few words as you began to dig in and sped up your pace a little. “I think- she finally deserves it, hm?”

“It looks like it.”

“Good girl,” Debbie gasped, grabbing the headboard and rocking herself on your eager tongue. Then you felt the soft press of the vibrator back on your cunt, slick with your juices still, and Lou’s teasing fingers tapping along the inside of your thighs.

The more Debbie groaned and gasped, the more Lou turned up the speed and added pressure with the toy. You found it hard to focus like this, hard to finish your task at hand, your wrists and ankles sore from the restraints, Debbie surrounding you and your cunt on the verge of bursting with Lou’s ministrations. 

“A-almost there, baby,” Debbie gasped, slapping a hand against the headboard, muscles tensing. “Go on. If I come, you can too.”

You lifted your head slightly and pressed as hard as you could as she rocked her hips steadily, and then her head tipped back, and her whole body went rigid.  

At the same time, Lou pressed hard, rubbing the toy against you, adding to the overstimulation, and you felt shocks and pinpricks in every nerve along your body as you finally reached your climax. 

You weren’t sure if you blacked out or not, but when you came back to your senses, your restraints had been removed and Lou was in the process of taking off the colour, which turned out to be a lovely burgundy leather shade. 

Debbie ran a hand along your hairline, lifting your arm to kiss along the faint marks on your wrists from where you strained against the cuffs. 

“Are you back on earth yet?” Lou asked, running a hand along your waist. You sighed, bucked your hips weakly, and nodded. She smiled widely, and helped you shimmy out of your soaked panties. 

“Still stressed?” Debbie asked as she settled next to you on the bed. With a blush, you shook your head, making both women chuckle.

“Good.” She kissed you on the forehead. Lou came to drape herself over both your middles, resting her head on Debbie’s middle, acting like a blanket that was pulsing with post-sex heat. 

You couldn’t even remember what had made you stressed in the first place. How wonderful. 

[lemony-snickers]

hi omg ur writing makes me so happy!! If u haven’t gotten this one yet,

soft prompt for u: resisting the urge to kiss forever, then muttering “fuck it” before kissing each other.

love you and ur content so much ❤️

hi, friend. this comment makes me so happy! so thank you. <3

hope you enjoy this little thing! (sorry it's not proofread, i am tired & need sleep, haha.)

send me a soft prompt and i’ll write a drabble

"You're staring."

Kakashi scoffed and refocused on the scroll before him. He was staring, but it's not like he was going to outright admit it.

"How would you know, if you're reading that scroll?"

He felt your shoulder brush against his as you bumped into him.

"Same way you managed to stare at me while reading yours."

He hummed noncommittally, doing his best to ignore the warm tingle the brief contact of your shoulder induced in him.

When you chuckled at his lack of response, any hope of ignoring that feeling disappeared immediately.

How many times had the two of you done this? Not always over a pile of forbidden scrolls searching for answers to Sasuke's Cursed Seal, of course, but in a thousand other places.

You were one of the people he trusted best. Alongside Gai and Tenzo, Kakashi considered you his closest friend.

Unlike Gai and Tenzo, however, Kakashi was relatively certain you were always flirting with him. It didn't make him uncomfortable--in fact, he found himself looking forward to your interactions--but it definitely managed to fluster him on a semi-regular basis.

The two of you seemed trapped in this strange purgatory, and he found himself unsure of how long it could last.

"Hey."

Kakashi didn't show it outwardly, but he was startled by your voice, which felt too loud against the quiet rustling of paper. He took a slow breath to steady himself under the pretense of reaching a good place to stop reading on his current scroll.

Then, he turned to find you watching him with a coy smirk on your face, cheek resting against your palm as your elbow balanced on the desk the two of you were sharing in the Hokage's archives.

"Yes?"

"How long are we gonna do this before you finally take the hint?"

Something about the smug way you were looking at him lit a competitive fire in Kakashi's belly and he leaned forward, balancing his cheek against his fist as he invaded your personal space.

"And what hint is that supposed to be?" he asked, voice low and inviting.

For the first time in all your interactions, he saw something akin to surprise flash in your eyes and he basked in the momentary lapse in your cool exterior.

You leaned a few inches closer and Kakashi could feel the warmth of your breath fan over his face when you said, "I think you know quite well what I'm hinting at."

Kakashi met your challenge by leaning in a few other centimeters, until your noses threatened to bump if one of you breathed too heavily. He made an exaggerated expression of deep thought.

"I'm afraid not. Care to elaborate?"

There was that flicker of uncertainty again and Kakashi felt his stomach flip as his lips pulled into a triumphant smirk, the fabric of his mask growing taught over his nose and cheeks.

The two of you stayed there, frozen in place a hair's breadth away from one another. Kakashi could smell the sweetened tea you'd had when he first met up with you as you breathed. His eye traced the subtle lines of your face, noting the way your smirk shifted subtly with each moment, the muscles around your mouth quivering slightly as they held the expression for longer than expected.

He wondered how long you would sit here with him before you huffed and turned back to your work, accusing him of not being any fun.

"Fuck it."

Kakashi's heart slammed into his chest when he realized what was happening.

Because instead of more teasing or flirting, you had leaned forward and pressed your mouth against his cloth-covered lips and he was frozen in surprise. Suddenly, he wondered what the fabric must feel like against your mouth. Did it taste weird? He could feel sweat gathering at his temples as he tried to remember whether he'd laundered this one or given it a quick rinse in the sink with Pakkun's shampoo as he sometimes did when pressed for time...

When you pulled back, he was pleased to see you were equally flustered by your surprisingly bold move.

"There. I've elaborated," you said, turning your attention back to the scroll in your hands with determined ferocity.

Kakashi's mind whirled, thoughts racing in time with his heart.

You'd kissed him.

You...

"Hey," he said.

You turned to look at him, appearing far more bashful than he'd ever seen you.

The look did not abate when you pressed his naked lips to yours after tugging down his mask. If anything, your eyes grew wider as you made a muffled sound of astonishment.

That was fine, though. The two of you would have plenty of time to talk it over later. For now, he wanted to make sure you knew his mouth tasted better than his laundry detergent.

[shorkbrian]

i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn 

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case. 

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah?  Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”