#still I just feel like. dumb I guess. in all these interactions.

[starpros-sunshine]

I think the reason I'm so uncomfortable in conversation with cis men is because in my life the image I've grown up with is that from the American movies and while there's so much to be said about how women in those are basically objects or exclusively love interests or just Really Really forgettable I feel like there's also something to be mentioned about how most of these men are all the same pseudo-tough-guy character that's cool and suave and sexy and the only emotion he's capable of is nonchalant banter (it feels worth mentioning that the American movies I'm referring to are all from the last century I have no idea if that's changed in these last years but a gut feeling tells me no) and I also barely talk to the guys from my grade so the result of kind of growing up with that is that I just genuinely can not imagine real cis men with a complex inner emotional landscape. Maybe this is also an empathy thing but I genuinely can not imagine most cishet guys doing normal people things in their free time that aren't gaming or going to the gym or...idk. making music too I suppose. It's quite comical really but I just can not imagine cishet men with interests or doing stuff like having crushes and it's so strange because I know for a fact I am generally speaking not a sexist person but this little tidbit of apparently just not being able to view cishet men as normal people? Can't get that to go away even if I logically know it's silly. There's a point in this post about how toxic masculinity is a huge issue and affects even those not affected by it and runs really really deep or whatever but I'm too tired to coherently put it together. On the positive side now I get really happy when I see men online talk about how much they love their wives and all that because it's like "wow! Crazy you really are just a normal dude and not some James Bond knock-off like I thought every cishet man was supposed to be! Thank god!"

[earanie]

i guess this is the year i learn stuff about myself if nothing else.

[nerdy-novelist017]

Little Bunny (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

First time writing fanfic in years but what can I say? I see Austin Butler smoking a cigarette and giving Bedroom Eyes™️ and I'm suddenly a poet. Enjoy!

Part 2 here

Word Count- 2.7k+

Summary- Being surrounded by loud motorcycles, drunk bikers and hungry eyes was not something you'd ever experienced before. Neither was the intense blue gaze of a certain blonde biker.

*****

You didn’t belong here. That much was obvious. You in your white dress blowing softly around your thighs from the summer’s evening breeze. You in your kitten heels sinking into the mud beneath you. You . . . holding your Tupperware filled with homemade cookies. You felt the eyes of just about every person there burning into you as you walked across the grassy field, trailing slightly behind your friend as she made her way to the picnic benches in the center of what looked to be a makeshift race track. 

This is not at all what you pictured when Kathy had told you last night about a cookout and race she was going to. She had said that it was hosted by one of her friends in a club and that you should come to. You were just going to gently shoot her proposition down, but with one of your New Year's Resolutions being to push yourself to be more outgoing and attempt to break the shy vice that often gripped you tight, you reluctantly agreed. In a pathetic attempt to get the nerves to go away, you were up all night baking, something you found to be therapeutic as it gave your hands a task other than nervously tapping on something. Kathy didn’t specify what kind of club she was in, but she was always friendly and outgoing so you really had no idea what to expect, going in blind. When she made a comment about your choice of heels for the environment, you raised a brow, offering to run back inside to change. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she had said as she grinned at you from behind the wheel. “I think the club is goin’ ta love you.”

Standing here now . . . you would have never guessed this was the kind of club she was a part of. Sure, you noticed how her clothing changed some and she smoked a lot more, but seeing her interact with these bikers was shocking. She was like a different person. No, not different. She was still the same Kathy you had been friends with since 8th grade. She was just more confident now.

“Hey, who’s your new friend, Kathy?” someone called from your left. You glanced over at the many sets of hungry eyes that raked over your body as if they were a pack of wild dogs and you were a small rabbit. Your eyes widened as you looked to your other side to find a crowd gathered there too. “Introduce me to your little friend.”

“Fuck off, Richie,” Kathy called out nonchalantly, not even sparing them a look. You quickened your pace to be right on her heels, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the possibility of being left alone to these people.

“Kathy, I–I don’t think I should be here,” you whispered but if she heard your words, she ignored them. “When you said club, I was expecting a–a book club or something. . .”

“Don’t be silly.” She glanced at you over her shoulder, a smirk capturing her features. “I didn’t think I belonged neither, but look at me now. ’Sides, this club is way more fun than books, trust me.”

Before you could protest anymore, she led you to a table and you nearly collided into her when she stopped abruptly, your eyes still jumping around to the leather jackets and grime covered faces. You move to stand beside her, attempting to grab her arm and signal that you wanted to leave but she didn’t meet your gaze. Instead, she pointed a finger at the man sitting in the middle, legs spread leisurely, cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“This is Johnny, he runs this club,” she introduced, moving along down the line. “That’s Brucie and his wife Gail. This big dumb idiot is Cockroach.” He throws a beer cap at her but she ducks out of the way. “That’s Cal and Corky behind them. . .”

With each member she introduced, you felt your courage sinking further and further into the ground. They each (including the woman) had an air of intimidation that screamed don’t fuck with me. Their leather jackets and ripped jeans hardened their appearances and you felt extremely out of place with your perfectly curled hair and manicured nails. They looked like people your parents had warned you to stay away from your entire youth. Growing up with difficulty making friends has left you somewhat naive and you’d never been around a crowd like this.  Yet suddenly, here you were, a helpless gazelle tossed directly into the lion’s den. Your heart pounded in your chest and you’re sure every person here can hear it echoing off the metal bikes surrounding you. 

“. . . and that’s Benny,” she finished and nodded in the direction of the person on the furthest left. Your eyes travelled up his long legs which are stretched out over the seat, up to where he’s sitting on the table. Your gaze lingered for a moment over the cigarette smoke pluming from between his lips before finally locking with his, and it took your breath away. It was like all the boys you had ever known in life, the ones you had been out on boring dates with, were just that – boys. This was a man. That was evident in his furrowed brow, his dark and unreadable expression, the way his piercing gaze moved from your face down to your toes and back up again. Trouble, his aura screamed, run far away from me. And you desperately want to grab Kathy’s arm and beg her to take you home, but she’s already moved away, making her way over to a cooler of beers, leaving you standing before them like an offering. You think maybe she had asked you if you wanted one before she left, but it’s hard to hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears, and even harder to focus on anything besides not breaking the intense eye contact the blonde in front of you was maintaining. 

“Whatcha got there?” someone from the table in front of you asked and you blinked, snapping back into the present. 

Benny had never seen anything like you. He watched from his seat atop the table as you blinked down at your pink Tupperware bowl. You looked like a doll freshly plucked straight from the box, every hair perfectly in place and not a speck on your pretty dress. The thought of running his hand up your thigh and dipping beneath the hem of that pristine dress, leaving a smudged trail of grease along your clean skin corrupted his mind, setting his teeth on edge with desire. The sun was just beginning to set over your left shoulder casted you in a warm glow that seemed almost ethereal, a picture of innocence and unspoiled charm. Your eyes, almost comically wide, glanced back up to him only for a second before moving to the others to find the owner of that previous question.

“Cookies,” you said so softly that Benny could barely hear you from where he was. And he knew then and there that he was a goner. 

The familiar pop of a motorcycle backfiring echoed through the air and you practically jumped out of your skin at the sound. You were just a little bunny, he mused, a smirk pulling at his lips. In one smooth motion, he pushed himself off the table, flicking the rest of his cigarette butt to the ground and stood to his full height. Driven by a fervor burning deep in his belly, it only took him a few strides before he stood in front of you, close enough to smell the sweet perfume you were wearing, close enough to see the blush tinting your face, close enough to touch you.

“What kind of cookies?” he asked in a low voice, hoping not to scare away this little bunny.

You glanced over your shoulder towards the parked cars and, for a moment, Benny thought you might try to book it, but then you moved your chin back and suddenly you were gracing him with your beautiful gaze again. He noticed the slight tremble of your slim fingers as they removed the lid and held the bowl out in an offer. In that moment, the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a promise of worlds colliding. No, he’d never seen anything like you.

“They’re chocolate chip,” you replied, eyes fluttering to the middle of his chest to avoid eye-contact. 

He lifted a hand slowly, dipping his head in an attempt to catch your eyes once more. He waited patiently until your gaze fluttered back up to meet his before he raised a brow in question. You gave just the slightest nod, and he dipped his hand into the bowl, retrieving one of your cookies.

You were locked into place, knees weak and head swimming as you watched him bring your cookie up to his lips. You wanted to look away, hell, you wanted to run away. But you couldn’t. You were drowning in his ocean eyes, unable to breathe as he bit into the cookie. Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth as he swiped at it with the back on his hand, the muscles of his forearm flexing beneath tanned skin.

“Take her for a ride, Benny!” someone shouted from behind him and you suddenly remembered the rest of the group.

“Show her how to ride, Benny!” More egging. You took a hesitant step back, holding the bowl to your chest as if it would somehow deflect their teasing. You peeked around Benny trying to get Kathy’s attention, but she’s already sat down at another table, conversing with a small group of women. The women looked just as mean and tough as the men and you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. You take another step backwards. This was a mistake. You should have never come here. You needed to go home. These people – these animals – would eat you alive. The idea of just walking home crossed your mind briefly. But you were miles from your house, and you weren’t exactly sure where you even were – some farmhouse out on the other side of town. You needed to get Kathy aside to ask her to drive you home. 

“You ever been on a motorcycle before, Little Bunny?” Benny asked you, his voice hushed and almost drowned out by the razzing from behind him.

Your brow furrowed at the nickname. Was he making fun of you? Daring to look into his ruggedly handsome face again, you attempted to read his expression for any signs of malice. Surprised to find something kind swirling in his eyes, your lips parted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. “Mm-mm,”

He flashed a glimpse of his white teeth with a secretive smile as he took a step closer. “Can I be your first?”

“What?” Suddenly your mouth felt as though it were filled with cotton. 

He nodded over at the lineup of motorcycles to your left and waited for his question to fully sink in. You tilted your head, wondering if the double inuendo was intentional or if everything that came out of his mouth dripped with an underlying sensuality.

Trouble, trouble, trouble. That word rang out in your head like a siren, attempting to warn you and that’s when you realized that there wasn’t an ocean in his eyes. It was a blazing fire. There was a fire in his eyes and it threatened to burn every complacently comfortable thing inside you, threatened to burn every perfectly built wall surrounding your heart. 

You shook your head. “No, thank you. I don’t like going fast and I know that’s what you . . . bikers do.”

Was that a polite response? You weren’t sure because the smile on his face grew despite the fact that you just declined his offer. Any time you’ve ever rejected a man’s offer, they’d frown, grumble under their breath and walk away. But this man — Benny— just stood there, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, tilting his head slightly as he stared down at you with a smile. He was confusing!

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you sidestepped him, quickly approaching the picnic bench Kathy had migrated to. Your cheeks burned as a few members of the crowd whistled. You set the Tupperware bowl on the table and several hands dipped in to retrieve the goods as you planted yourself next to Kathy. 

“Is this a gang?” You whispered to your friend and she laughed into her beer bottle. Since when did she drink beer?

“Gee, that Benny sure is a hunk, huh?” She deflected your question as she raised an eyebrow at you suggestively. 

Feeling his gaze still burning into you, you didn’t risk a glance back at him. “I don’t feel comfortable here, Kathy.”

“Do you want a beer?” She asked as she placed a cold one in front of you. 

“No,” you replied quietly. “Can we go now?”

She sighed. “Alright, fine. Can I finish my beer at least?”

You nodded but your relief was short lived when another biker woman sat down from across Kathy and began talking with her. Agonizing minutes ticked by. You drummed your fingers on the worn wooden table top, watching as Kathy sipped leisurely from her beer. Someone shouted as the racing bikes fired up, startling you. That’s it. 

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” you told Kathy and ignored the disappointment on her face as you stood and spun. You halted in your tracks when you find Benny still standing where you left him, still watching you. You kept your head down as you walked past him quickly making your way to the car. 

Weaving in between other cars and motorcycles parked in the far field, you breathed a sigh of relief when you made it to Kathy’s car. Once sitting inside the passenger seat of her pickup truck, you slammed the door shut behind you. Embarrassment burned your core and you groaned as you brought your hands up to cover your face. They probably thought you were some niave girl who was afraid of her own shadow. And you probably were but you clung to the slight relief that you would never have to see any of these people ever again. 

You jumped at the knock on your window. A tall figure stood outside your door and your heart jumped into your throat as you scrambled to roll down the manual window. Benny stooped over and held up your pink Tupperware bowl. 

“You left this.” One side of his mouth quirked up. “I’d say they were a hit.”

You glanced down at the empty bowl in shock. You had baked two dozen cookies and they were gone within minutes of leaving it on the table. A smile tugged at your lips at the thought of someone appreciating your hard work. “Thank you.”

You reached for the bowl, fingers brushing softly against his. A jolt of electricity traveled up your arm, through your chest before settling hotly in your lower belly. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he lowered himself to lean against your door, arms resting over the window frame. His eyes roamed over your face as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Your mind struggled to find something to say to him to get him to go away but all thoughts were halted in their tracks as his eyes found yours again. Instinctively, you felt yourself leaning in a little closer to him, your faces only inches apart. 

“Can I at least give you a ride home?” His gravely voice broke through the thick silence. 

“Kathy is—” you started as you glanced over his shoulder to the direction of where you left your friend. Your words died on your tongue as you noticed her surrounded by a small group now, a fresh beer in her hand. 

Your gaze returned to him and you felt heat creep up your neck. “I—I’m wearing a dress though. . .”

“I’ll be sitting in front of you. Nobody will be able to see anything.” 

You fixed him with an incredulous expression before looking away. Silence settled between you again and you waited for him to walk away. Only, he never did. He just . . . waited.

"Are you just going to keep asking?" you griped as you turned to look back at him.

"I like to think of it as more of an offer." There was a teasing undertone laced in his words and you narrowed your eyes at him to keep from smiling.

“I won’t drive fast,” he said softly and your heart fluttered at the gentle promise. 

Trouble. Your head still reminded you even as you found yourself getting hypnotized by the intense blue of his eyes, so close to yours. Despite the sincerity in his eyes, there was still that darkness, that fire that burned through. That burning fire, threatening to cover a dark past. And you could see it, there was a dangerous undertone in that fire. Trouble, and yet you couldn’t hide the smile as your fingers reached to open the door. 

This fire you needed to touch — at least once, just to see how hot it truly burned. 

[bedards-bunnie]

NHL Players Reacting To Finding Out You're Pregnant ❄️🐰

Content: Pregnancy, Established relationships Notes: Please let me know if I missed anyone you would like to see! I hope you enjoy..please interact if you did, feedback is appreciated! 💗

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Connor Bedard

He freezes. Like completely stops functioning for a solid minute.

“Wait, really? Like… really, really?”

Once it sinks in, a huge grin grows on his face

He reaches out to touch your stomach, even though he knows there’s nothing there yet.

He’s still processing days later

“Holy shit… we’re gonna be parents.”

He immediately starts researching  “how to be a good dad”  but doesn’t tell you out of embarrassment.

Will NOT shut up about it to his teammates once he gets over the shock.

Nico Hischier

Literally stops breathing for a second. He thinks he misheard you

Hands on his hips, pacing. Runs a hand through his hair.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his whole face lights up with this attractive, excited smile.

Pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume.

“I love you. So much. Oh my.”

Probably tears up but tries to be subtle about it.

Calls his mom IMMEDIATELY.

That night, he lies awake, just staring at you in awe, hand resting protectively on your stomach.

Adam Fantilli

“No way. No fucking way. Are you messing with me?”

As soon as you confirm, he just starts grinning like a fool.

Picks you up and spins you around happily.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!”

Lowkey freaks out about being a dad but masks it with excitement.

Already planning matching hockey jerseys for the baby.

Catches himself watching you all the time now, like holy shit, you’re carrying our baby.

Leo Carlsson

His eyes go wide and he just blinks.

“Really?” His voice is so soft and unsure.

When you nod, he immediately wraps his arms around you and just holds you tight.

Kisses your forehead, then your stomach.

“You’re gonna be the best mom.”

Gets really emotional but doesn’t say much

Looks up Swedish baby names

Jack Hughes

Stares at you for a solid ten seconds.

“Wait. What?”

Once he processes, he just drops his head into his hands, overwhelmed.

But when he looks up he’s smiling so big.

“Holy shit. We’re gonna have a baby.”

“I mean you’re gonna have a baby..but- but it’s mine, right?

Hugs you so tight, burying his face in your hair.

Calls Luke IMMEDIATELY to freak out.

Will not stop touching your stomach even though it’s early.

“Hey, baby, it’s your dad. I love you already.”

Quinn Hughes

Just stares at you for the longest time.

He’s so overwhelmed but doesn’t know what to say.

Finally, he just pulls you in, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“Are you okay? Do you feel okay?”

Tries to act calm, but you can feel his heart racing.

Kisses your forehead and whispers, “I love you so much.”

He won’t let go of you in bed and keeps one hand on your stomach.

Tyler Bertuzzi

“No shit?”

Smirks at first, but then he actually processes it.

“Wait. I’m gonna be a dad?”

You see it hit him all at once and he grabs your face, kissing you hard.

“You know our kid’s gonna be an absolute menace, right?”

Immediately starts thinking about all the dumb dad jokes he’ll get to use.

Brags to literally everyone who will listen.

“Yup, knocked her up. Guess I did something right.”

Trevor Zegras

“NO WAY.”

Literally jumps up and down like a child.

“We’re having a BABY?! We made a whole human?!”

Pulls you into his lap, holding your face in his hands.

“Holy shit, I love you so much.”

Immediately starts making TikToks about being a dad.

Buys baby Ducks merch within an hour.

Alex Vlasic 

Stops mid-breath.

“Are you serious?”

When you nod, his face softens immediately.

Holds your hands in his and kisses your knuckles.

“I love you.”

Becomes super protective overnight.

Talks to your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

Gets teary-eyed thinking about holding your baby for the first time.

Jordan Binnington

“Wait, hold on.”

Visibly panicking.

“Like, an actual baby? Like… OUR baby?”

Sits down, processing, then suddenly grins.

“Shit. I’m gonna be a dad.”

So protective. Tries to ban you from doing anything remotely dangerous.

Insists on driving you everywhere.

Will absolutely fight someone for looking at you wrong.

Vince Dunn

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Tears up immediately.

Wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck.

“I love you. So much.”

Starts referring to you as “baby mama” immediately.

Can’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“Our kid is gonna be a little shit, huh?”

Luke Hughes

Stares at the test for way too long. Blinks. Looks at you. Looks back at the test.

Hand running through his hair, pacing for a second before stopping in front of you.

“You’re serious?”

When you nod, he exhales sharply and then he’s grinning, pulling you into his arms.

“Holy shit, we’re having a baby.”

Face buried in your neck, arms holding you tight. A little shaky, a little overwhelmed, but so happy.

Lowkey panics about being a good dad. Watches so many parenting videos. Asks Quinn and Jack way too many questions.

Will 100% cry when he holds the baby for the first time.

Juraj Slafkovský

Eyes go wide. Mouth slightly open.

“No way. No fucking way.”

Scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around. Realizes mid spin that you’re pregnant and panics, putting you down so very gently.

“You’re serious?” he asks, voice soft, hands shaking a little. When you nod, he just stares at you in awe.

Holds your face in his hands, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, "I love you so much."

Calls his mom immediately. Literally before you even sit down. She cries and now he’s crying too.

So protective. So dramatic about it. You get up too fast? “Baby, sit.” You try to carry something? “Nope. I got it.”

Talks to your belly in Slovak every single night. Tells the baby about his games, how much he loves you, how excited he is to meet them.

Buys the tiniest baby skates he can find. Will not stop showing them to you.

Insists the baby’s first word is gonna be “hokej”

Loses his mind the first time he feels the baby kick. “Did you see that? Our baby’s already an athlete.”

Holds your hand through the whole delivery. Kisses your forehead, whispering, “You did so good, láska.”

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[bunny-jpeg]

kink-o-ween - day twenty-one

toto wolff - degradation kink

cw: smut/pwp, dom/sub, age gap (20/50), bratty!reader, groping, dirty talk/degrading language, doggy style, hair pulling

kink-o-ween master-list

toto tapped his foot as he watched you by your joyful self. while another man would find it endearing, but not the older, wiser toto wolff. he had over two decades over you, he could see the tricks of a dumb little girl.

"treasure." he said, standing up a little straighter. so you'll look away from your flirty interaction with the mechanic next to you and towards your lover. but when you didn't he whistled to your like you were a dog.

and like an obedient puppy, you looked over. you perked up with shock and toto just grinned.

you were on your stomach in the your hotel room with your shirt (toto's shirt) pulled up and exposed your round ass to the older man. your panties were still on but pulled past the cheeks to give toto a lot of room to grope and feel. toto wasn't a gentle lover, it wasn't in him to do so. the years made him yearn for a squirming younger lover who he could twist to his liking.

and you in turn loved when older men spoke down to you and bullied you and your cunt into an absolute submission. to be marked and in away owned by an older man. especially a man like him. his words were often filthy, degrading you until you were a whimpering mess. your words of defense died on your tongue which only spurred him on.

"you are a bad girl." he looked at you like you were a piece of meat. "nothing but a whore, but i guessed i'm not wrong about that. you only care about cock. you are cock hungry." he grabbed your cheek roughly and your back arched.

you replied, "no, no." you tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he kept you onto the bed. toto wouldn't let you get that far away from him.

"yes, yes, schatzi." you are a little slut. you love the attention of older men. any man who'll look at you." his voice was a growl and you felt the reverberations through your body.

you whimpered at his words and you were forced to tilted your head to the side to let him kiss your neck. it made you shiver.

"but, it's okay." he said before he laid a smack on your ass. he was in an undershirt and his dark briefs. and you were just in the shirt and panties. near naked on the lavish bed. he pressed more kisses against you before he took the shirt off of your body. his lips trailed down your back, "it's okay that you're a whore. because you're my slut. beautiful little slut."

you squirmed, but when toto let go of you, you didn't move away. he stripped himself of his clothes. you felt his hungry gaze on you as you raised your hips a little higher. he made a soft groaning noise.

you reached behinf yourself and got your panties down your ass and exposed your slick, sweet pussy to him.

"so well behaved. maybe too well behaved." he said which made you moan, "maybe it's time to put my treasure on a tighter leash." and he lined his cock with your pussy and sank down into you to the base. he felt perfectly, after all the times, he had to work your pussy to accommodate him. you were made perfect for his heavy cock now.

now he could get into you with ease.

"no one else could fuck you right, not like me." he said his volume was a little lower, but the tone was stern. it made your toes curl.

toto yanked your hair to pull your head away from the soft pillows. he asked, "now, schatzi. wirst du dich benehmen? you'll be a good girl for me?" you knew enough german to understand the question.

you nodded, "yes, i will be good for you." you whined, then he grasped your hair a little tighter. you whined, "fuck, honey."

"word words are music to my ears. i know you enjoy when i touch you like this. when i call you named, when i'm mean. i bet you tell all your friends about how spoiled you are."

your head was dropped back towards the covers while toto fucked you with a feverish pace. he was in control and you loved it. the domineering presence of his movements made you feel hot.

he continued to rut up inside of you. he was pulled in by your sweet noises, to egg him on. your sweet noises and sweeter cunt.

"schatzi." he said, a voice like honey as he hit the deepest parts of you. his cock bullied up into you. he saw you try to grasp the covers. the next time he'd bind your arms behind your back.

the pleasure bled into your core and it left you breathless. your were near drooling on the sheets. your back arched further as you felt the wetness between your legs grow.

"i need you, i want you. and i don't want anyone else to have you. you're mine. to sink my teeth into you. i have to find a way to keep me from flirting with you. a ring, maybe? a collar? maybe the scent of my cum on your breath."

his words only turned you on further and you pathetically gasped into the sheets. the pleasure was all so much and you loved it.

"please, toto." you whined. you very being yearned for him. you moaned and the pleasure overrode everything else in your head. you could feel the throb in your core, maybe toto's words were true. that you were a slut, but you were only toto's slut. no one else's.

"perfect for me." he said, "beyond words." it only sent you over the head. pleasure gripped you and you climaxed.

"please, toto!" you moaned loudly as you felt the pleasure grip you and radiate through your body.

toto was further aroused and pushed further into you. he got you to an angle that made you see stars. he fucked you until he got every inch inside of you with a final thrust. he finished inside of you. he panted heavily through his nose and he moved you up and down on his cock a few more times.

he curled over you and kissed your sweaty back while you basked in the after shivers of sex. when he finished kissing you, he laid out beside you on the bed. you grabbed him by the face to kiss him while you both laid in bed together. he draped an arm around your waist.

"am i a slut?" you asked.

he pushed your hair and kissed your forehead, "mmm, schatzi. you may be something. but i know regardless of how much you flirt. you will always end up in my bed at the end of the day. because you are mine." <3

[reywritings]

The View from Here

A chance meeting on a balcony might just lead to a new daily routine.

Jason Todd x Reader, No use of Y/N, Gender Neutral Reader

This is my first time posting. So here goes, I guess?

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In all honesty, you were pretty sure your neighbor hated you.

Nobody got particularly close with their ‘neighbors’ in this apartment building, but you wouldn’t have exactly minded getting close in this one instance.

Your recently new neighbor was… big. ‘Built like a tank’ big. ‘Built like a brick house’ big. He wore those worn, leather jackets and had a strikingly beautiful face, with soft scars across his cheek bone. And yet... he had this quiet air about him. A mystery, and you did enjoy a good Agatha Christie novel.

You barely interacted other than waves in the hall, but you could swear he picked his pace up when you were in the hall, alone together. He definitely wasn’t afraid of you, not when he could probably throw you at the nearest wall and leave a you-shaped hole like some looney toons bit.

So, the obvious choice was that he simply disliked you. Which wasn’t a big deal at all! You don’t even know him, why would you care?

…you cared SO much.

It was around the fourth month of you being neighbors, when it happened.

Jason had been having a rough night. A rough week—a rough life. He could still feel the bruises on his side from the previous night. He hadn’t seen the tail swinging his way– and when he hit that cement wall, he swore he heard something crack. Next time, Dick can call Tim or Cass to help him reign in Killer Croc.

Ultimately, his typical ruminating, and now sore side, led to lack of sleep—so here he was, the next afternoon, on his balcony for a smoke break. What a view—an overlook of the turnpike, an old Denny’s and NJ Transit tracks. Yeah, definitely worth the balcony prices.

He hears a sliding door open and glances over to see—oh shit. His neighbor. They were standing there holding some books, a mug of either coffee or tea, presumably, and a surprised look on their face.

…he wasn’t sure if this was an upside to his day or not.

Don’t get him wrong, he liked his neighbor. A bit too much.

So, when you gave a small, stilted wave and took a seat on the old, plastic chair that came with the apartment balcony, he nodded back. And that was it.

…Although, he was a bit curious as to what you were reading. Maybe a peek couldn’t hurt. If that peek didn’t turn into him turning his head to try and read the title, which was turned at just an angle that he can’t see it.

He sighs, looking back up to see you already glancing at him. Did you see that?

Okay. Embarrassing, but it’s fine. It’s not like he had outright made a fool of himself in front of you.

“I like books.” Why did he have to say that?! He blinks as you look up from your book, eyes widened at his sudden proclamation. “...I have a big collection…also...”

There’s a singular beat and he ponders if a fall from this height would kill him.

“Really?”

The question isn’t mocking or in disbelief, just… almost an undertone of excitement to it.

You glance around; a bit nervous—but this was your chance.

“...do you have a favorite boo—” You cut yourself off. “Sorry, dumb question. I mean who can pick ONE favorite. Okay, what are some of your favorites?”

And suddenly, it was like Jason’s tension left his body.

“That’s for sure. I appreciate a lot of the classics. The Count of Monte Cristo is a great one, Frankenstein, too.” He was deeply aware of how ironic his choices were, not that you knew.

“I love Mary Shelley.” You blurt out and then realize you might have been a bit TOO excited. “…I appreciate her literature and overall gothic nature…”

Jason laughs at that. Of course you had good taste. This… this wasn’t good. He should pull away again. Put his cigarette out, go back inside and pretend this never happened. Right?

“So what are you reading now?” He hears himself ask.

“Anna Karina. I just started it.” You smile at him, and God, was it devastating.

He feels himself give a soft smile back. “You’re gonna love it.”

“…So.” You decide to take your chance. “Aside from your ‘big book collection’, what else do you enjoy?”

You can’t help but notice how quiet he gets and curse yourself for being so forward.

Please don’t be scared away, please don’t be scared away—

Meanwhile, Jason’s mind blanks as he racks himself for a hobby aside from vigilantism, sparring and training for said vigilantism, cleaning his guns—

“I cook.” He says, albeit a bit stilted.

Oh. Oh. Really? He’s charming, handsome, smart, reads and cooks? You come to terms that you’re already long gone.

“So that’s what smells so good? I think our vents are connected… and I can smell something good cooking from somewhere. Now I know.” You grin. Okay, maybe the words were a bit flirtatious, but hey—seemed like tonight was all about uncharacteristically taking chances.

“…you think so?” A compliment. A genuine one. Jason wasn’t sure how to take that... but if you kept smiling like that when you said them, maybe he could get used to it.

“Is that what you do for work? It sure smells professional.” You say, fully buttering him up at this point—but also not lying. It did smell like a Michelin star restaurant from the vents on your shared wall. You wondered where he learned that.

“Ah, no. I do security work.” Jason lets his usual cover slip out, and kind of wishes he hadn’t. It seemed too suspicious—what if you thought he worked for Penguin or someone? That surely would drive you away… not that what he actually did was any safer.

“...like at bars?” You question.

“Yes. Bars, clubs… the like.” Yes, that sounded better. Jason pats himself on the back, although it was you who proposed it unknowingly.

“Yikes, that would freak me out. I mean—running security in Gotham?” You joke a bit, but there’s a serious hint of concern in your tone. It’s touching. You barely knew him and yet…

Jason smiles, shaking his head as he puts out his now stub of a cigarette.

“Nah, I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me.”

You eye him, and he internally squirms under your gaze. His job had him reading people all the time but… he seemed at a loss when it came to you. You and your deep, understanding gaze.

“…I’m still going to. But thanks for the reassurance.” You say, softly.

Oh. Jason is at a loss again, and he sees you move to stand up, your face only illuminated by the glow from within your apartment, behind those sliding glass doors.

“Oh wow, when did it get so late?”

He hears you ask as he drags his eyes away from you, letting them fall onto the turnpike and train tracks below. Eyes following the ashes of cigarette, chasing the after essence of the burn. The earlier commute traffic dwindled. The dim roads, illuminated by streetlights now.

“Yeah, it is late…” Jason frowns. “I have work soon.”

You look back with an understanding nod. He swears he sees a hint of disappointment in your eyes.

“That makes sense. Night shift and all…” You trail off a bit. “…I oughta get inside anyways. Can’t read in the dark, anyways.” He watches you open the sliding door again, pausing to glance back at him. Jason can study the way the light falls in soft streams from behind you. He finds himself wishing he had a photographic memory in that exact moment.

“…stay safe for me?”

He blinks and then feels himself nod. “Yeah. Will do.”

The guilt of the empty promise is soon replaced when those words earn him that saccharine smile.

“See you tomorrow…?” You ask, rather hopeful. A wishing of ‘let this be the first of many’ hidden under your plain question.

In that moment, Jason decides maybe his promise wasn’t so empty after all. He’d make sure to be extra careful tonight.

“See you then.”

After all, he had something important tomorrow. 

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai slowly moving you in without you knowing ~

"Osamu, can I borrow a comb or something? I can't seem to find my hairbrush..."

You call out as you rummage through your duffle bag you brought to spend the weekend at his place. you do this as much as you can, it's lovely to spend time with the one you love... And also because he loses all sanity and rationality if he goes a few days without seeing you. You've been there before, and it's a nightmare for both you and anyone interacting with him. Poor baby!

He perks up, staring at you from across the room, chin resting on his palm and his eyes half-lidded. He's thinking about the day he hid that from you, along with a few other garments. He calls back, sounding scattered.

"Mm? Oh, you can borrow anything you want! Mine's behind the bathroom mirror."

"Okay!"

You open the mirror, and the shelf has not only your hairbrush, but one of your hair clips too. You tilt your head, calling back out.

"Nevermind! Found some of my stuff. Guess I left them here last time, heh."

He jumps at your new finding, quietly cursing himself for not hiding that before you came over. Dazai sighs deeply and immediately hops off the stool, beelining it to you. He clears his throat, playing dumb like the demon he is.

"Well, I think you should still use mine. Please, yours looks all old and yucky. If you keep using it all of your hair will fall out and you'll be bald and hate yourself for the rest of your life and nobody will want you! Except for me, of course~"

"... Um, I don't think so?"

"Well I do! Now, come on, let's get these silky locks in check."

He spins you around and immediately starts combing out your hair, humming a little tune to himself as he does so. He makes a mental note to hide the shirt and pajama shorts he kept last weekend too, that's for when he's alone at night. He also needs to make sure you willingly start leaving things, otherwise you'll freak if you're missing half your stuff. He's so gentle with you and having the time of his life, lightly dusting his fingers against the nape of your neck. He stifles a giggle behind that little smirk plastered on his face when you squirm a bit. He'll make sure you do it plenty of more times before you leave later. Maybe you'll finally beg like he's been wanting you to!

"There. All done."

He presses a soft kiss at the top of your head and you flash him a sweet smile. He could honestly pass out right there. And if he fell down, he'd be at your feet, and then he could be at your knees. Oh! And then you'd fuss over him and never leave his sight. And then... So so so cute...

You get a thoughtful look on your face, and turn to face him fully, popping his delusional little bubble.

"... Come to think of it, I feel like I always lose stuff at your place. You'll gather it for me if you find it, Osamu?"

At the mention of his name, he feels his entire body heat up. He blinks twice and tilts his head innocently. God, you look breathtaking when you're confused. He'll have to take a photo sometime for his album. You love posing for those, and he loves looking at you.

"Sure, but why don't you just... Leave things here from now on? You're here alllll the time, might as well just keep stuff here for safe keeping. I'll be the noble keeper of your things!"

You raise a brow, huffing into a laugh.

"Yeah? Is that what you want to be?"

His voice then becomes softer, needier, and dead serious. He stares right into your beautiful eyes, drowning himself in them. He mutters.

"For you, I'll be anything you want me to be. Afterall, I'm nothing more than a boy made of clay~"

You blush at that. Really hard. Amazing! he thinks. He reaches for your soft face that feels hot to the touch, cupping it inbetween his bandaged hands as he delicately rubs circles on your temples with the pad of his thumb. You wish you could look anywhere else right now because you're falling apart under him and he knows it.

"When you move in, you can do anything you want with the place. Especially with me."

"... Shouldn't we talk more about this another time?"

"Mmm no, not really."

He replies, his Hazelnut eyes go a little darker as he looks down at you.

"Hm, I think we should, cause you're too fast for me. You're like a Hare." You giggle as you say that, eyes twinkling.

"I like bunnies. I like you..."

He mumbles, going straight for your lips before you can say anything else.

Needless to say, you didn't get very far into the discussion after that. He wouldn't let that happen. And that's okay! He can adapt! He thinks he IS being a little pushy and a little too fast for your taste. He's sooo sorry, he'll take it slower next time. In between the sloppy kisses and the very indecent ways he uses his hands to toy with you, he desperately whispers in your ear one last time before he devours you fully.

"... We're staying together forever and ever, yeah?"

"Mmphhhmm..."

[thebearme]

TIME TO ANSWER QUESTION ABOUT FAMILY!!!

The meeting up was more of a surprise visit than anything planned, but it when well. Donut's interactions with Petey was pretty normal... well as normal something could be in the dogman universe. A couple of dumb invasive questions but overall Donut means well, but it is draining Petey's patients.

"Yes, I was the world's most evilest cat."

"No, I won't get into the nitty-gritty of how that happened."

"Yes, Lil Petey looks exactly like me because he was made in a cloning machine."

"No, I won't explain why my tail is shorter than his."

"Yes, me and your brother are parenting him together."

"NO, WE AREN'T MARRIED!"

"NO, YOU DONT HAVE TO BE MARRIED TO PARENT A CHILD!"

"NO I WONT EXPLAIN THE WHOLE DUMB SOCIAL CONSTRUCT THAT MAKES PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT THE ONLY WAY A CHILD CAN BE RAISED RIGHT IS WITH MAN AND WOMAN MATRIMONY!!"

"Yes.... I can get you water."

Swoopy interaction with Petey was quick and short. He doesn't talk/bark... or sign.

Cocoa never talked to a cat before, let alone TWO. So if there's any sibling that going to embarrass Dogman, it's gonna to be her. Asking if it true that "cats have nine lives" or that "cats have a more sophisticated taste than other animals" or "do you have like, a billion different degrees. Oh what am I talking about, you probably already at the trillions, aren't you?" While Petey funny enough never even went to college. AND dropped out of high school when he was younger as well... But hey, even though all of those are dumb cat stereotypes he DOES enjoy being called smart.

Donut is a fun uncle to Lil Petey, telling him fun stories from when he was a pup, teaching him how to bake and all types of silly stuff.

Swoopy is like Ice bear from we bare bears, so it's a gamble if Lil Petey and him would have a normal day if you left them alone.

Cocoa (I admit I thought more in-depth about) would try to impress Lil Petey with her "travels around the world". Tho this is a big lie, she has been living on a milk farm. She doesn't think any of her REAL stories about how they make almonds into milk is really that interesting, at least to a city boy like Lil Petey and she just wants to be seen as the cool aunt! Eventually with enough pestering from Dogman, told the truth to Lil Petey and was surprised by the fact he was ACTUALLY INTERESTED in how it's like working in a farm. Anyways, Cocoa is definitely the aunt you invite if you're playing pretend or something.

Oh most definitely! I feel like he wants a sibling since he met Molly and all her brothers and sisters. Even though the household is completely chaotic he still wants a sibling.

Now don't ask me for some Detey fankid design because I don't do good in making things like that. Idk why but with all my years and different fandoms and ships I've been into, I can't imagine fankid designs for the life of me. Never had but kudos to the people who can.

Yup, If anything I think they would adopt. Idk it just feels in character, they just home a kid for a bit until uh oh- we accidentally planned a college fund- I guess we're gonna have another kid now.

Well I'll try explaining how the beginning went. It definitely was a surprise for Dogman's parents. Lil Petey had this all planned out before hand so when Petey and Dogman were getting groceries thats when Lil Petey went to get his grandpa- which was easy because the security in cat jail is crap. "Can I take my Grandpa for a night, we're gonna have a big family dinner." and a thank you note left for the Warden, went he notices after his long monolog about how he can't just let Gramps leave. 80HD was the only to grab Maggie and Joe, They all eventually met up at the house.

LP apologizes about the abrupt napping of the two and gives a proper introduction. "Hi I'm Lil Petey, your grandson!" "We kinda met before but I didn't get to say hi, so.. hi!"

The pair are still in a daze of confusion over what's even happening and HOW could this kitten be their grandson? Looking over to the old feline next to him they can guess that he's the grandfather... he kinda looks like that one cat that was with them in the first visit to the ranch. Was he the father? Does that mean-

Before the two can spiral into their next conclusion LP starts up again.

"We you two like to stay for dinner? Papa and Dogman should be coming home with the groceries soon."

With abit of distain in their face at the name "Dogman" they surprisingly nodded a silent yes to the question of if they'll stay or not.

This immediately supports Lil Petey's hopes in the situation. I was right, They do still care! They just need to talk with each other and actually talk. And maybe soon Dogman can have his parents again and we can be a big family! Plus- If it annoys Grampa enough maybe he'll admit he's wrong and start actually caring for once!

The kid is abit too optimistic because this is Grampa we're talking about and just because he's been good recently doesn't mean he's been tamed.

Grandpa has no interest in playing along with the kid, he may have not act out recently- all because that big loaf of a purple cat wouldn't let him anytime he was outside. But this time he eat what he wants, say what he wants, take what he wants and DO what he wants.

Of course Gramps can't try to steal everything in the house but 1) the house is endless. 2) he'll be robbing from a cop, and Gramps is smarter then THAT! So he sticks with playing along, at least act like he cares... but he'll make sure the dinner isn't COMPLETELY boring. The best/worst thing about Gramps is that he can read people and read them well. Seeing from the two dogs expressions and body language, there must be some tension between them and their son. Some tension, ey? That's fun.

Sorry for no drawing with this but the answer for how the interactions went was... something.

They are tense about the whole thing but they do ask Lil Petey more about himself. And of course LP gladly tells them and even shows a little comic he made before hand with them in it. It's about them and Dogman forgive each other and become a big family- LP isn't sneaking ok but he's trying.

This is all before Dogman and Petey enter the house.

Im sorry that's what yall giving off /j

anyway- I never planned out the full dinner. So even if wrote it out instead of illustrating it, I still wouldn't have much. I'm sorry guys.

I only got these bulletpoints.

Quiet dinner till someone talks first.

Dogman's parents don't have a good bias towards cats. So this is making Petey REALLY irritated. Which cycles back to this REALLY not being a good idea.

LP leaves for a second to make a little phone call

Petey prays that some kind of monster or villain of the week shows up to stop the dinner. But no it's even worse-

Molly should up to help LP and soften the tension.

But the tension finally blows when Gramps decides to spill the ONE big open secret that everyone but him promises to not bring up. "If you hate how your son looks so much then you got Petey to really blame. It is his fault that the old Greg and Knight you knew are gone."

Plates were smashed and food was flying all before dessert.

Gramps was sent back to jail no duh and 80HD took Molly and Dogman's parents home. Petey and Dogman comfort and clean up Lil Petey and tell him- "Although what you did was bad we understand why you did it. But Lil Petey, sometimes there are families that can't reconcile with. No matter how much you want them to, no matter how much you try, it's doesn't mean it will work and that's okay."

"I wish my parents could be in my life, to see us grow and change and cherish everything around us but they can't... I've accepted that, because if I have to choose a family I'm only attracted to by birth that doesn't want me for me OR a mitch-match of misfits that care about each other through thick and thin. Then I'm choosing my misfits no matter what."

I probably made you cry, oops! If this inspires anyone to make something DO IT!! I love creative so go crazy.

[juliennevalery]

idea: giving joost a blowie

shoutout to you, anon because now I know that my brain still works and have ability to write, yaaay! I think I deserve a can of dr pepper rn, so yeah, enjoy this small something I wrote y’all <3

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synopsis: You will never let go of the chance to go down on your boyfriend, even if a bit tipsy at party.

genre: suggestive themes, fluff

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

pairing: Joost Klein x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, blowjob m!receiving, kissing

A drink sits in your hand, tiny droplets dripping over your fingers, but you’re not paying attention to it. The bass thrums through the floor, the vibrations sinking into your chest. You nod along to whatever your best friend is saying, feigning interest, but your focus keeps drifting anyway.

Across the room, Joost lounges on a sofa, legs spread wide, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, the other bringing a beer to his lips. He looks too good. The kind of good that has no business existing in dim lighting, in a crowded room filled with the smell of spilled liquor and cheap cologne. His blond hair is tousled in that effortlessly messy way, the kind that looks like someone’s fingers have already been in it. And then there’s that smirk, the one that sends heat licking up your spine and has your thighs pressing together before you even realize what you’re doing.

You swallow. It doesn’t help.

The easy way he laughs at something one of the guys says, the slow tilt of his head, the way his tattooed fingers drum absently against his knee—it all makes your mind wander specifically, to the thought of being on your knees for him.

"Are you even listening to me, or did you go completely dumb just from looking at him?"

You blink, inhaling sharply, like that will somehow clear your head. It doesn’t.

Your fingers twitch toward your purse, already itching for your phone. You could text him something, just a few words, something that would have him shifting in his seat, jaw clenching, eyes searching for you. But when you turn your head, your bestie is already staring at you, unimpressed. Her expression is a mixture of knowing and disgusted.

You flash her your most innocent, drunken smile, wordlessly apologizing.

"I’m listening now, aren’t I?" You shift onto your other heeled leg, bringing your drink to your lips.

"Yeah, sure you are," she mutters, narrowing her eyes before sighing dramatically. "I’m gonna go, because I am not about to stand here and witness whatever horny telepathic conversation you two are about to have."

You barely register her words.

Joost laughs at something, his head tipping back just slightly, exposing the sharp angle of his jaw. His fingers—those long, perfect fingers—tap against the neck of his beer bottle, and fuck, you’re spiraling again.

Your mind is already miles away, picturing those same fingers twisted in your hair, gripping just right as you take him into your mouth. You can practically hear the way his breath would hitch, the way his voice would drop into that low, strained groan when you tease him just enough before taking him deeper—

Your thighs press together.

You need him. Now.

Your hand is already in your purse, fingers fumbling for your phone. Before you can even hesitate, before you can second-guess whether this is a good idea, it’s too late — your manicured fingers tap out a text and hit send.

Fuck.

Wanna suck u so bad rn.

sent.

From the corner of your eye, you watch as he pulls his phone from his pocket. His brows lift slightly, and then there it is. That little knowing smirk.

His gaze flicks up, scanning the room, searching, until his eyes finally land on yours.

And the second they do, you feel it.

The way his pupils darken. The way his lips part slightly, like he’s already imagining it. Like he’s already decided.

Then, without a word, he claps one of his friends on the shoulder, mutters something under his breath, and stands up.

Your breath catches. Your heart pounds.

You bite your lip, turn on your heel, and slip through the crowd toward the bathroom.

The moment you reached the door your already feel him on your back, locking door behind, and the second you turn around he’s already on you.

His hands slide around your waist, gripping tight as he backs you into the sink. The cold porcelain presses against your lower back, but all you can feel is him—the heat radiating off his body, the sharp edge of his belt buckle grazing your stomach, the way his breath fans against your cheek, warm and wanting.

He doesn’t kiss you. Not yet.

Instead, he just looks at you.

It’s the kind of stare that makes your skin prickle, that sends a slow burn through your belly straight between your thighs. His gaze trails down to your parted lips, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs shift together, seeking friction. Then, his eyes flick back up, darkened, hazy with need just like yours.

“You’ve got a real bad habit of texting me shit like that at the worst possible times.” he murmurs, voice low and rough from drinking, his lips curling just slightly at the corners. He’s teasing, but there’s a tightness in his jaw, in the way his fingers flex against your hips, like he’s barely keeping himself from losing control.

Your lips twitch into a smirk, hands sliding up his chest, your fingers grazing the open buttons of his shirt. His skin is feverish beneath your touch, muscles tensing under your palms.

“Can’t help that you’re looking so good tonight.” you whisper, eyes flicking up to meet his.

Joost exhales sharply, a short, breathy laugh that sounds dangerously close to breaking because he knows that look you give him. That doe eyes you make only when you’re tipsy or you want something. “You’re killing me, you know that, right?”

He shifts closer, pressing against you fully, letting you feel just how hard he is beneath his jeans.

A shiver rolls down your spine, anticipation knotting tight in your stomach. You tilt your chin up, teasing, pushing him.

“Don’t die yet, I need you alive for this one, yeah?” you murmur, lips barely brushing his jaw as you slide down to his neck to bite him in that one place you know will fold him down.

His fingers tighten on your waist, hard.

“You talk too fucking much, think we should use that for something else now, right? ” he mutters lowly while sliding his hands down your body.

Then, he drags his fingers up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress, his palm warm and deliberate as he cups you over your panties. His smirk deepens when he feels how soaked you already are.

“Fuck, schatje,” he mutters, voice husky. “You’re dripping.”

A quiet gasp slips past your lips when he presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing just enough to make you ache. He leans in, lips grazing the shell of your ear, as he whispers.

"That desperate for me, baby?"

You exhale sharply, frustration bubbling up in your chest.

“Stop playing with me,” you whisper.

That’s all he needs.

Joost’s hands are on your shoulders, guiding you down, pushing you to your knees so slowly, so deliberately, that you swear you’re about to fall apart before he even touches you properly.

"You wanted this so bad?" His voice is lower now, rougher, dripping with satisfaction as he watches you sink in front of him. “Let me see how much, c’mon.”

Your fingers reach for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease, working open his jeans, pulling them just low enough to free his cock. He’s already hard, already aching, and the moment your fingers wrap around his shaft his breath stutters, a sharp inhale that makes your skin prickle with anticipation.

"Fuck," he mutters, head tipping back slightly as you stroke him, slowly dragging your thumb over the already red tip. His grip tightens in your hair, not pushing, not guiding—just holding, just feeling you.

You glance up through your lashes, smirking before flicking your tongue over the tip, tasting him, teasing just to watch him twitch in your grasp. His thighs tense under your touch, his other hand bracing against the sink, like he needs to hold onto something or he’s going to completely unravel.

"Don’t fucking tease," he warns, voice strained. “Not tonight.”

You hum in amusement but obey.

You take him into your mouth, slow at first, letting him feel every inch of your tongue, every shift, every deliberate motion.

His reaction is immediate.

"Fuck, baby—"

A rough, broken groan leaves him, his fingers tightening in your hair as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. You can feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles flex every time you suck him down just a little more. His breath turns uneven, his body coiled tight.

You glance up, watching the way his brows knit together, the way his lips part slightly, his chest rising and falling in short with heavy breaths and how his head tilts back in pleasure. When his eyes finally meet yours, they’re wild, pupils blown wide, the sharp edge of his cockiness long gone.

"Please don’t stop," he mutters, voice rough, almost frustrated. “Fuck, don’t stop. ”

So you don’t. Instead you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks harder every time he hits the back of your throat, pushing him right to the edge, until his grip in your hair tightens almost desperately. You know he’s close, you can feel it in the way he thrusts uncontrollably into your mouth. His head falls back against the mirror, jaw clenched, a low, wrecked groan slipping past his lips. His hips stutter forward, and then—

He breaks.

His entire body shudders, his breath catching in his throat as he lets go, a string of curses in Dutch falling from his lips as he spills down your throat.

You swallow every drop, pulling back slowly after a while, not to overstimulate, you give his tip a small kiss as you watch his satisfied face.

For a long moment, Joost just stands there, breathing hard, fingers still tangled in your hair, but now affectionately massaging your scalp, almost like a sorry to your sore head after pulling so hard on them.

Then, he exhales a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking his head.

“I’m never going to a party with you again.” he mutters, voice still wrecked.

You smirk, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you stand up, smoothing your dress back down. “But now I have a way to sober up, how odd..” you giggle resting your head on his chest and closing your tired eyes.

Joost chuckles under his breath, shaking his head before his hands slide around your waist, pulling you close. His lips brush against your temple, his breath warm against your skin.

"Wanna go home and watch cartoons till we fall asleep?” he murmurs, his voice softer now, filled with pure affection.

„Yeah, we should do that.” Your voice is muffled against his shirt, but Joost still understands you.

He tilts your head up and presses one last kiss against your swollen lips before pulling back just enough to smirk down at you.

Oh, how you love this man.

[antonsbf]

The Scandal- jake x male reader

chapter 002

summary: Jake is caught in a scandal, and the group’s manager suggests a fake relationship with a mysterious boy to fix it

wc: 1.4k

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jake was lost in his thoughts. who is this boy? why is he so okay with all this? i need to talk to him.

jake was still lost in thought, and the manager spoke up again.

"your guys' first public appearance will be at the MAMA awards."

the room erupted.

“WHAT?!” “oh my god, boss, is that really okay?” “MAMA?! that’s huge!”

"yes. i understand everyone's concerns and how this might break stereotypical korean norms, but this might be our chance to recover from the damage jake's scandal made to the group and company."

ni-ki spoke up. "how will this help us recover? this all seems like a bigger disaster just waiting to create more of a mess."

"no, for real. ni-ki is correct," jay added. "we're going against everything the fans and korean people will perceive as good."

the other members also agreed.

"this is why we have to do it! this will help divert attention from the scandal to our newfound relationship," the manager said, looking and pointing to jake and Y/N.

"i guess if you say so, sir," ni-ki said, still unsure of the manager's plan.

Y/N spoke up, his voice calm, almost carefree. "this seems like a great plan! acting like a couple can’t be that hard, right, jake?"

jake had been so caught up trying to figure Y/N out that he hadn't been paying attention to the MAMA awards talk.

"wait… what?!" jake said, snapping back to reality.

Y/N removed his mask, revealing his pretty reddish lips. as he spoke, his sharp jawline became more apparent.

"i said, 'acting as a couple can't be that hard!" Y/N said with a small smile creeping on his face.

"WHAT? WE’RE GOING TO MAMA AS... AS A— COUPLE?!" jake exclaimed.

"wow, jake, you really are dumb!" sunoo said, making everyone burst into laughter.

"w-why is everyone so calm about this?" jake stumbled over his words as the weight of his reality began to creep in.

the room went quiet when they realized jake was serious.

"bro, are you okay?" sunghoon asked.

"yeah, are you okay, jake?" heeseung added.

the members began to grow concerned. Y/N, however, just froze, looking at how his members truly cared for him.

"yeah, sorry. i'm okay. just caught me off guard. i wasn’t really paying attention to the manager," jake spoke up, his voice calmer.

"please pay more attention, jake," the manager said with a sigh, rubbing his temples.

"yes, sir," jake said quickly, bowing toward him.

the manager sighed again, a little frustrated. "alright, now that we’re all on the same page, let’s review the next steps carefully." his gaze flickered between jake and Y/N. "you two need to start spending time together publicly and privately. the chemistry has to feel real."

jake tensed. "privately?"

"yes," the manager said firmly. "the MAMA awards are in two weeks. if you two show up together and look awkward, no one’s going to believe it. the public needs to see some interactions before then small things like social media posts, casual hangouts, maybe even a ‘leaked’ sighting."

jake felt his stomach drop. this was moving way too fast. he glanced at Y/N, expecting some kind of reaction, but nothing. no surprise, no frustration. just that unreadable expression.

sunghoon leaned back in his chair. "so basically, you guys need to start ‘dating’ now."

jake groaned, rubbing his temples. "this is insane."

Y/N finally spoke, his voice calm, almost amused. "you’re overthinking it. just act natural." he tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on jake. "unless pretending to like me is gonna be a problem?"

jake scoffed, crossing his arms. "i just don’t like lying, that’s all."

Y/N let out a quiet chuckle. "then don’t lie. just pretend."

jake clenched his jaw. the way Y/N said it, so effortlessly, made it seem easy. like this wasn’t completely messing with his life.

the manager clapped his hands together, bringing the room’s focus back. "we’ll start simple. you two are going out tomorrow somewhere casual, somewhere public. just get used to each other."

jake opened his mouth to argue, but the look on the manager’s face shut him down immediately. this was happening.

Y/N adjusted his hoodie, finally showing the smallest hint of a smirk. "cool. hope you’re a fun date, jake."

jake wanted to rip his hair out.

this was going to be a nightmare.

once the meeting ends, jake is left alone with his thoughts, processing everything that just happened.

that boy is so odd, jake thinks, pacing around the quiet meeting room. why is he so calm about everything? why does he never go against the manager's word?

"THIS IS ALL SO FRUSTRATING!" jake shouts, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty room.

just as the shout bounces off the walls, jake hears the door creak open behind him. he spins around, startled.

Y/N steps in, his expression still unreadable. he doesn't seem phased by jake's outburst at all.

"Y/N?" jake’s voice is almost demanding as he confronts him. "why are you so okay with all of this? don't you care about any of this?"

Y/N stands in the doorway for a moment, quiet. "i have my reasons," he says calmly, as if jake’s frustration doesn’t faze him.

jake clenches his jaw, frustrated. "what kind of reason is that? you're just going to go along with everything, no questions asked?"

Y/N shrugs. "it’s just business."

jake feels a twinge of irritation. "this isn't just business," he mutters. "this is my life."

"it’s mine too," Y/N rebuttals.

"huh..." Jake blinks, caught off guard by his response.

"forget it," Y/N says, dismisses it

there’s a brief pause before Y/N suddenly shifts the conversation. "so, where are you taking me out tomorrow?" he quickly adds, a small, teasing smile tugging at his lips.

jake stares at him for a moment. "you are so strange. you know that?"

Y/N just rolls his eyes. "oh, who cares? everyone’s a bit strange." he leans in, still grinning. "so, where are you taking me, hm?"

jake groans, rubbing his temples in frustration. "ugh, i don’t know," he mutters, still trying to process everything that's been thrown at him.

Y/N smirks, leaning casually against the wall. "not very good at this, are you?" his voice is light, teasing, as if everything was just another joke to him.

jake glares at him, his patience thinning. "look, i didn’t sign up for any of this, okay? i didn’t expect... well, you." he gestures toward Y/N, his hands throwing up in exasperation.

Y/N just shrugs, unfazed. "well, you got me. you’re stuck with me, so might as well make the best of it." he pauses for a beat, eyes glinting with amusement. "but seriously, not even a little coffee shop? You can’t do better than that?"

jake grumbles, pacing back and forth, clearly irritated. "fine. coffee shop it is, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s just for the act. i don’t get why you’re making this such a big deal."

Y/N’s smile only widens as he crosses his arms, clearly loving every second of jake’s frustration. "i’m not making a big deal. you are. but hey, i’ll take the coffee. just don’t make it awkward."

jake stops dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing. "wait, you’re saying i’m the one making it awkward? you’ve been acting like it’s nothing this whole time!" he snaps, his tone sharper than intended.

Y/N chuckles, that mischievous spark in his eyes. "well, it’s easy for me. i don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not."

jake’s jaw tightens, frustration boiling over. "great. so you're all calm about this because you don't care."

Y/N's smile flickers, just for a moment, before he masks it with a grin. "i care. just not the way you think i should." his tone softens for an instant, but the grin quickly returns. "now, let’s see if you can actually get this date right. coffee’s on you, right?"

jake stares at him, trying to make sense of everything, but all he manages is a sigh. "this is gonna be a nightmare."

Y/N laughs, leaving out the door and shaking his head. "you’re not the first to say that."

jake slightly chuckles, but doubt creeps up on him again as he is left alone once more.

a/n: well i hope you enjoyed it and thank you for all the support. writing dialogue for multiple people is so challenging, but i hope you truly did enjoy this longer chapter and please give it a heart and leave your comments (i love them). stay tuned for the next chapter!!!- eli

[thisismyhell]

Stuck in the Elevator | pt. 2

Summary: getting drinks at the bar after work, you take advantage of the doctor's willingness to follow you. When the stakes are raised, can he build the confidence to return the favour?

pt. 1

Warnings: smut, making out, oral (m receiving), dom!reader, sub!spencer

Since the incident in the elevator, Spencer couldn’t stop running your words through his brain. You told him you owed him. The two of you had touched each other in the elevator, and he finished in his pants. He didn’t mean to do this but you seemed to have that effect on him. 

“Spence, you coming for drinks with us?” You asked him a simple question but he shot up at his desk like he heard a gun go off. You giggled at this, always amused at his reactions to you. You leaned over his desk, looking him up and down, “Well? Are you?”

“Um-yeah, sure? Who, who else is going?”

“Us and the team, been a hard day is all. Emily figured we could use it.”

Emily. He knew she was behind something but he wasn’t sure what. Whatever was about to happen at the bar tonight, he’d be sure to remember her name was somehow behind it. 

Spencer arrives last to the bar and realizes there is only one spot left in the booth with the team, and it is beside you. He sits down beside you with his drink, and you raise your glass to cheers him. “Wait, we have to make eye contact while we cheers”, “why?”

“It’s 7 years of bad sex if we don’t”. You hold his eye contact and watch as his cheeks darken, he fixes his glasses before clinking your glass with his. You’re drinking a margarita and you take the time to lick the salt off the rim of your glass before taking a sip. Spencer notices and almost chokes on his whiskey. You giggle at his mistake and put your hand on his thigh, making sure he was okay. 

He’s about to say something to you but you turn away and join back in the group conversation. Spencer tries his best but you still have your hand on his leg and his breathing has changed. 

“So y/n.. I always see you on the apps at work. Any luck with all that?” Emily prods you. 

“Listen, I just need a good lay. It’s not the same doing it by myself, ya know?”

“Oh I know, sugar. Trust me, there’s plenty of men and women in this bar that would be happy to help.” Garcia points around to prove her point, not necessarily looking at Spencer. 

Emily definitely knew about your interaction in the elevator, but did anyone else? Was Garcia implying that Reid couldn’t help you with this? He knows female anatomy, and he knew he was on the right track. He ran out of time, that was all. He could have made you finish if the dumb elevator had stayed put. He takes another sip of his drink and feels your grip on him strengthen. As he puts the glass back down, your hand starts creeping up his thigh. If your hand got any closer you’d be able to feel how hard he was getting. 

“The vibe is immaculate at this table, but I really think we ought to be dancing!” Garcia exclaims, pulling Emily out of the booth and onto the dancefloor. Reid exits the booth to let you out and sits back down, but not before you grab his ass on the way. 

He gulps and sits to watch you and the girls dance, finally letting loose after a long week. 

“Reid, I think that girl at the bar is eyeing you” Morgan points out. 

Spencer looks over and notices the blonde at the bar, ‘Oh, yeah I guess so”. 

“Sooo, you gonna go get her a drink? Or should I?”

“I’m not interested. Go ahead.”

Morgan leaves him alone in the booth to pursue a more interesting night. 

Spencer looks back over to the dance floor, seeing you, Emily and Garcia dancing together. You’re wearing a black tanktop and jeans, showing off your body without your regular uniform. The BAU is pretty lenient with your dress code when you’re not in the field, but Reid had never seen your shoulders on display like this. Even from his seat he can see the sweat on your body and your hair clinking to it. He wishes he was the one to make you sweat. Your shirt is riding up and he has a perfect view of your tummy and your ass as you dance around. 

Reid realizes how uncomfortable his pants have become, and when he looks down he positions his legs further under the table. He has to get to the bathroom, but he has to go through the dance floor in order to do that. He would have to walk right through you, and he knows that won’t go well. 

He takes a beat and makes the decision. Standing up and making his way to the bathroom, he tried to go around you. Obviously that wasn’t going to work, and you snag your finger in his belt loop as he passes. Pulling him closer by his hips to yours, you can feel what he was trying to hide. 

“God, you’re so easy” you purr against his ear. 

“I-, I don’t know what you’re talking about”. 

“The music’s too loud, I can’t hear whatever you’re lying about.”

You put your mouth on his and he gives in embarrassingly quickly. You notice how nervous he is and you take his hands and place them on your waist as you put your tongue down his throat. You feel him groan into you and he feels a small amount of shame being in public like this. But he can’t help it. He can smell you even better and feel your sweat against him. With his hands on your bare waist, he puts the tips of his fingers just below your tank. 

You put your arms around his neck and melt into him, trying to get him to calm down. Even though you can feel his boner, his hands are shaking and he keeps trying to pull away and talk to you. 

Finally pulling away, you look right at him. “Are you trying to talk to me? Right now?”

“Y/n, I was just- I mean we’re right out in front-”

You take his wrist and drag him to the bathroom he was trying to get to. He’s mumbling the way there and you keep rolling your eyes. Once in the bathroom, you lock the door and press his body against it. “What are you talking about? Will you shut up?”

“I was trying to say that anyone could see us, that we weren’t in private even though you were touching-”

“I know anyone could have seen us. If you weren’t busy kissing me you would have notices multiple other couples doing the same thing”

“Other couples? Are we-”

“Doctor, you aren’t paying attention.” Spencer had failed to notice that while he was stuttering, you managed to unbutton his pants and undo his belt buckle. You could see the pattern of his boxer briefs and he was blushing. 

“Math equations?”

“I feel like that isn’t surprising all things considered-”

He stopped talking as you kneeled down on the ground, taking his pants and underwear with you. He sprung free, touching his belly button. 

“Baby…”

“Y/n! I- last time you made me-”

He shut up when you put him in your mouth, looking up at him with doe eyes. His mouth was open looking down at you, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat. It all happened so fast he wasn’t able to process it quick enough. Once your mouth started moving, his head hit the door and he succumbed to the feeling. You held his balls in your hand and jerked what couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Spencer was trying to breathe deeply, but all his breaths were coming out shallow and high pitched. Pulling your mouth off you asked, “has anyone ever done this to you before, baby?”

He looked down at you, watching you jerk him off with spit dripping down your chin. 

“No…you’re the first, y/n…you’re…the first…”

This brought you joy, being the first to suck his pretty cock. How could it not? You put him back in your mouth and began sucking, running your tongue over him. Reid couldn’t even try to hold back, simply overcome with pleasure he had never experienced before. He began thrusting into you, gently placing his hand on the top of your head. You took his hand and forced him to grab your hair, making him mouth fuck you harder. 

This spurred him on and he felt less guilty about what he was doing. Still vulnerable, but less scared. He thrusted into your mouth and he savoured the feeling of your tongue on this new part of him. And you seemed to like it. To really, really like it. 

He was whimpering and you were trying to grind down on something but you couldn’t. Nothing was there for you to feel yet, but soon. You began to go faster, trying to make him finish down your throat. 

“Y/n, I-, I’m gonna-”

You broke away, “do it, Doctor, I dare you” then continued your actions. 

He couldn’t help it. You looked so pretty on your knees, and he had the perfect view down your shirt. He could see your ass sticking out behind you with your knees digging into the hard floor. Your eyes were glossy looking up at him with spit dripping down your chin. His cock was in your mouth and he was outwardly whimpering, almost crying out of pleasure. He couldn’t help it, he had no choice but to finish just like this. 

So he did. He moaned as his jaw slackened, holding your eye contact as you swallowed. You kept going until he was finished, almost over stimulating him until he pulled himself out of your mouth himself. He realized then that you would have kept going if he didn’t stop you. 

You wiped your mouth on his thigh, leaving some of the evidence behind. Standing back up you kissed him before he could catch his breath. He could taste himself on your tongue and he didn’t mind. It was like taking a claim, further proof of what had just happened. You had his taste in your mouth and he was hoping it stayed there long enough to remember. 

“Did you-, did you enjoy that?” he asks sheepishly. 

“Baby. Don’t be stupid.” You kissed him one last time before opening the door and walking back to the bar. 

Spencer was left behind, cleaning himself up in the bathroom before leaving. He needed to gain some confidence. You have made him finish twice now and he hasn’t been able to return the favour. He thinks that you believe he can’t do it. He washes his hands and follows you. 

You’re dancing with Garcia when you feel a hand grab your waist, leading you away and towards the door. 

“We’re leaving.” Reid tells you, not a question. 

“Finally. It’s about time.”

[moonhoures]

Insatiable

🕷️ kinktober — day 4: biting kink (& blood play)🕸️

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, vampire!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, vampire bf!hoon, human!reader, tw! mention of blood, biting, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation (kind of, i guess?),

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: your vampire bf suddenly becomes clingy which can only mean he’s hungry or horny . . . or both

a/n: where’s all my vampire!au lovers?!?!?!?!!?! 🧛🏻

posted: october 4, 2023

kinktober masterlist

You should’ve seen it coming when Sunghoon had stayed with you in the bed until you got up this morning. Usually, he would be up busying himself with something by the time you woke up. You should’ve seen it coming when he somehow found a reason to be in every room you were in at any given time. You were in the bedroom folding laundry? He was digging through his clothes to find ‘that one shirt he thought he lost’. You were in the living room watching TV? Suddenly he was interested in it too—though he had complained to you multiple times he didn’t like the shows you liked. You were in the bathroom? He was knocking on the door asking how long you would be because he needed to brush his teeth.

You should have confronted him during one of those instances, but you finally snapped in the kitchen. You were in the middle of making yourself a sandwich for lunch when you felt Sunghoon’s presence lingering behind you. He wasn’t touching you or hovering, but you could still feel him, mostly his gaze. It felt like he was your own shadow, following you around incessantly. The jelly-coated knife in your hand clattered onto the counter as you let out an annoyed groan.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been all over me all morning.”

“I can’t just be close to my girlfriend?” he asked, a dumb smile on his face. But you could tell there was something sinister about that smile; he had ulterior motives that he wasn’t going to give up so quickly.

“Suddenly, like this? No,” you leaned back against the counter, but there was still not even a foot of distance between you two, “So what do you want? Are you horny? Hungry? What is it?”

If he could blush, he would be doing so in that moment. His smile turned sheepish, embarrassed that you had caught on so fast. He didn’t mean to be so clingy, but he couldn’t help it. He woke up with his stomach feeling empty and his gums aching. His cock had also been basically rock hard when he woke up. His body was essentially begging him to eat and get laid, and soon. But he knew how tired you had been lately with work, so he let you sleep in. And you seemed grumpy after you woke, so he let you go about your day without bothering you too much. He suffered in silence for as long as he could until your outburst.

“Would you hate me if I said both?”

This time his smile revealed his pointed canines, longer than they usually were. You noticed the pale skin around his eyes had a dusting of rose-colored pigment, and small, faint, spindly veins branched around them. Those usually signified his hunger, and now that you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time he had fed.

Having a vampire as a boyfriend, while as outlandish as it sounded, was surprisingly low-maintenance. You weren’t sure if it was because of Sunghoon’s personality or if all vampires were like this—he was the only one you had ever met, to your knowledge—but he was really easy going. He held himself with great self control, only feasting when absolutely necessary.

When you had started dating him, he admitted his identity to you and assured you that he only fed on animals. For a while he had tried stealing blood from a local hospital, but he felt guilty, so he had quit. As nice as human blood was, he always felt it was morally wrong, so he stuck to an animal-exclusive diet. It wasn’t until you were almost a year into dating that you suggested he feed from you, and even then it took him a couple months to come around to the idea.

The first time he fed from you was overwhelming, to say the least, but he displayed way more self control than he thought he could. You had gone limp in his arms, which held you tight at the waist, crushing you against him while his teeth were sunk into the junction of your neck and shoulder. When you let out the smallest whisper of his name, he released you as fast as he possibly could, using his thumb to cover your puncture wounds. He had taken a bit more blood than he should’ve, but thankfully it wasn’t enough to cause you damage.

You healed up just fine after some food, water, and rest, and the next day you were good as new. But he still held off as long as possible between feedings, not wanting to take advantage of the food supply he could get from you. Though, secretly, you loved when he used you. The feedings almost felt like taking drugs. The rush you got from them was euphoric, even if it did take a large amount of energy out of you. And Sunghoon looked hot when he fed, you couldn’t deny that. The way his eyes turned that dark red (almost black) color. The way your blood stained his lips with a crimson hue. The way he became hungry for you in a way that surpassed normal lust. It was so primal. So carnal. So excruciatingly sexy. Every time you just wanted him to have his way with you, there and then.

“Okay,” you said, “but can we try something different this time?”

Sunghoon was shocked you were agreeing to a feeding right now, given your seemingly indifferent mood all morning. But he simply nodded, willing to do almost anything to get blood in his mouth soon, “Sure.”

“Do you, um, have to take blood from my neck every time?” you asked him, looking up at him with the art of seduction brewing in your eyes.

“No, I guess- I guess I could take it from your wrist or somewhere else on your arm. It’s just that the neck is the easiest access point,” he tried to explain, but admittedly he was pretty thrown off by the question. No one had ever asked him that before.

“So, you could really bite me anywhere then?”

“Y-yeah, I suppose I could. What did you have in mind?”

You simply smiled to yourself, having no doubt in your mind that you would get him to feed from you exactly how you wanted him to. Exactly like you had imagined a handful of times.

And, boy were you right. Not even five minutes later he had you thrown unceremoniously onto your bed, your shorts and underwear discarded and tossed across the room. His inhuman strength was used to grab your legs and place them over his shoulders as he wedged himself between your thighs. One tantalizing look from him and then he was committing the most sinful acts on you with his tongue. Licking and prodding and kissing and sucking your sensitive skin in all the right ways. In all the right places. He drew the most erotic, filthy noises from you, along with some moans of his name. He smirked wickedly into your pussy, his pride—and his cock—swelling.

Low growls rumbled from deep in his throat as he ate you out. His mouth moved with ardor, as if your cum was his life source instead of the red ichor that flowed in your veins. And he didn’t plan on stopping until he got both. So he hummed, holding your clit between his lips. He opened his eyes just in time to see you slipping, your eyes vaguely crossing and your lips agape, a gasp stuck in your throat.

“Hoon- Please- I need . . . Oh my God,” your words trailed off into a moan that was so pornographic you couldn’t believe it came from you. Your boyfriend was always great at eating you out, but this was on another level.

“Need what, _______? To cum? Then do it. Cum on my tongue, baby,” he pulled away to egg you on, then promptly returned to lapping at your slick lips. Your skin felt like velvet over his tongue, and your arousal tasted like juice from the sweetest fruit. But your blood would be the richest and smoothest of wines. And he wanted to get drunk off of you at any means necessary.

You wanted to answer, but you physically weren’t able to. Any words that you thought of formed in your throat and died before they could reach your lips, coming out in faint croaks or cut-off moans. His name was the only thing you could get out, and even that could only escape in choked gasps or panted breaths. It was the loudest when your orgasm finally snapped.

Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, and the area between your ribs and your thighs felt warm. Sunghoon’s grip on the outside of your thighs tightened as he tasted the first drips of your cum. His tongue collected as much of it as he could get. But he had to act quickly. While you were still in the throes of your orgasm, he pulled his lips away from your cunt, directing them to the plush of your inner thigh. He bared his fangs as much as he could before breaking your skin with them, sinking them as far as he could without seriously harming you.

A sharp gasp sounded from your mouth, and your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, tugging them into the tight grip of your knuckles. The pain was borderline insufferable, but you knew the taste of ecstasy that soon followed would make it all worth it.

In a matter of a minute, the pain was subduing and was being replaced by waves of pleasure. The warmth that was caused by your orgasm was ignited into a fiery heat, like the nozzle of a stove slowly being turned from low to high. Then, the tingling started. First in the thigh that he was feeding from, then the other one. It spread to your knees and hips. And soon after that, the numbness set in. That’s when you knew it was getting to be too much. Your body was going into a panic, but your mind was still dazed from the effects of his venom, which seeped in from the bite.

“S-“ you groaned, barely able to form a coherent thought, “Sung- . . . Sunghoo . . .”

Your boyfriend’s eyes shot open, and he immediately withdrew his mouth from your leg, “Fuck, I’m sorry, ________.”

You shook your head lazily, not entirely sure if the lack of energy was more from the orgasm or the feeding.

“You tasted so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he spoke quickly, his voice full of panic. He leaned down to lave his tongue over the puncture marks, using his saliva to heal them. It would seal them for now, keeping you from bleeding, but it would take a few hours for them to close, “Are you alright?”

In the blink of an eye, he was hovering above you, and anyone else would’ve been startled. But you were so used to his inhuman speed by now, you were unfazed. You were, however, dismayed still, and concernedly so. Sunghoon’s hand reached up to gently grab your chin, tilting your head from side to side, “________, baby, answer me. Are you okay?”

A drunken smile appeared on your lips, but your eyes remained closed, “‘m great.”

He sighed in relief, shaking his head, “Don’t do that. I was worried I drank too much.”

“A little,” you mumbled in a half-response, slurring your words, “but . . . felt s’ good.”

“Don’t black out on me,” he chuckled softly, a hint of worry still in his red-colored eyes as he peered down at you. His fingers gripped your chin a little tighter as he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips, “I mean it.”

“Or what?” you teased, eyes half-opening to see his handsome face inches from your own. If you weren’t so weak, you would have rolled you both over and taken the reigns then.

“Or I’ll eat you,” he mocked you, booping the tip of your nose with his before kissing you again, this time on the lips. His lips were tinged with blood still, the taste of iron present on them but not unbearable.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You decide,” he patted your thigh affectionately, his thumb smoothing your skin and lingering near the marks he left on it. Then he got up off the bed, heading for the door, “Don’t move, I’m gonna get you a snack and some water.”

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[rikkiz]

hii cici! t’s meeee :3 ‘🎀’ anon .. ♡ are you open for a request? I NEED to take this out .. since ’m ovulating 🥺, i’d love to request Riki with bulge kink and spanking the reader’s a$$ also covered the reader’s mouth as she was causing too much noise with her crying and m♡aning. he got so JEALOUS ’cause reader were too close to her male friends, Riki noticed reader’s friend holding reader’s waist, holding her hands, stroking her hair so he had to punish reader. PLEASE!🫸🏻🫷🏻 thank you so much, i hope you have an nice day ♡ and i love you, cici! :33

Jealous - Nishimura Riki

Riki had invited you to a party at Heeseung's place. He invited you. No one else. You had come with him. So, he was awfully confused and annoyed that you were not only not with him but with some guys that he didn't exactly love.

He watched your interactions with them from across the room. He seethed at the way this one particular guy was touching you. His hands hold onto your waist before moving to hold your hands or stroke your hair every once in a while. What bothered Riki the most, though, was how you just let him. You didn't try to push him away or didn't even look uncomfortable in the slightest and he hated it.

Although he couldn't exactly hate the guy for it since you weren't exactly pushing him away or telling him no and because no one really knew that he and you had a thing going on.

What was that thing? He wasn't sure. I guess it could be seen as friends with benefits but it was so much more. Riki knew you felt that way as well. That's what made him even more pissed about this whole ordeal.

As soon as that guy left your hip to go to the bathroom and you headed to go get a drink from the kitchen, Riki was grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him upstairs.

You didn't fight him off though, you just let him pull you along which was telling.

He pulled you into some guest room with him and honestly, it was surprising that no one was in here yet, hooking up. Riki shut and locked the door before letting you go, making you stumble onto the bed.

"Are you fucking serious?" Riki asked as he walked over to the bed.

You look up at him from where you lie on the bed, "What?" You meekly ask but you both knew that you weren't dumb.

Riki doesn't say anything before manhandling you so that you were now flipped over on your stomach and he spanks your butt with some force, causing you to let out a whine.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, "Come here." Riki says, his jaw clenched.

You bite your lip before going over and lying across his lap, already knowing what is going to happen. Without any warning, you feel his hand make contact with your ass over your skirt.

"Letting him touch you like that when you know you're mine." Riki scolds before landing another smack on your ass.

You can't even bring yourself to defend yourself because he was right. You were his, whether it was official or not, you both knew it, yet you were doing stuff like that.

Riki spanks you a few more times as a form of punishment for what you did out there but that's all because at this point you were crying and babbling. He didn't need anyone to know what was happening in here, not right now. Though, maybe that guy hearing it wouldn't be too bad.

Riki has you sit up from where you lay across his lap. He then instructs you to get undressed and you do as he says, you never argued much with him. Riki also gets undressed as he eyes you the whole time.

You sit back down at the edge of the bed and he comes over, standing in between your legs. He pushes you up a little bit more to make things a bit more comfortable because despite how mad he was at you, he still loved you. He spreads your legs apart before sliding inside.

Riki then starts to fuck you hard and deeply. You hold onto his biceps for support as he stabilizes himself on the mattress. All that you could hear in the room for a while was the sound of skin slapping, your pussy, and the both of your sounds of pleasure.

Riki glances down for a moment and he can see a bulge forming every time he fucks into you, making him grin.

"Look, baby." He says but you don't process his words, too lost in pleasure. "Look." He says a bit more firmly and you look into his eyes before looking down at where he looked. You both look down at the bulge that formed in your stomach as he fucked you and it made him fucking crazy.

"Fuck." He groaned out as he continued to fuck you, going a bit harder, and it wasn't long before you were cumming. He fucked you through it before he was pulling out and cumming on your thighs because he didn't want to risk anything. Not yet, anyway.

You lie back and he leans over onto you, he can feel the stickiness of his release against his hips from your thighs as he leans down but he doesn't care right now.

He leaned in and kissed your neck a little messily before pulling away and looking down at you.

"Don't pull that shit again." He firmly says and your nodding obediently.

A/N: Hi 🎀 anon! I hope you like what I did with this! Love you!! You're so sweet :)

[caffeinateddino]

i wanna see Kuchel Ackerman interacting with reader SO BAD. so here it is! levi x reader modern au (Gender neutral pronouns for reader. SFW)

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You stepped into Levi's teashop again, just like you did every morning for the past four months. Before any other customer came in, you’d arrive, order the exact same tea, flirt with him (or at least try to), get rejected, and then leave.

"Hi, handsome!" you chirped as you walked through the door, flashing him your brightest smile. "You're looking as pret-tea as usual." So proud of your cheeky pickup lines, weren’t you?

Levi sighed, his brows furrowing as he wiped the counter. "Good morning," he muttered, not looking up. "Regular?"

Oh, isn't he just the sweetest? Already knowing your favorite order—you wish. He knew a ton of things about you by now, but not because he was interested. No, it was because you reintroduced yourself AT LEAST twice a week. He knew your name, age, job, the name of your first fish, and even that middle school friend you still had beef with. He knew it all.

"Aww, look at you! Memorizing my order?" you teased, leaning on the counter to get a better look at him.

"No," he deadpanned. "It’s just the cheapest tea in the shop, and you order it every time you come in." He stepped back like you were a germ that he had to stay away from

“There’s a customer already?” an unfamiliar voice called from the prep area. You frowned—new employee? But no, as soon as she stepped out, you realized this wasn’t just anyone. She was one of the most jaw-dropping women you'd ever seen. Long black hair, steel-grey eyes, pale skin, and a sweet smile as she walked to the counter. Definitely related to Levi.

Ignoring Levi, she smiled directly at you. “Hi, what can we get for you today?”

Okay, you were persistent, but you weren’t dumb. She was obviously related to him. His sister? His mom? Either way, time to impress.

“I already got the ord—” Levi started, but you cut him off.

“Hi! I love your eyes!” you said, beaming at her. She smiled, a little shyly. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

“I’m changing my order,” you declared, causing Levi to pause and raise an eyebrow. “I’ll have a cup of jasmine tea,” you continued, scanning the menu above. “And, uh... lemon cheesecake, and that thing.. I can’t pronounce.”

You were picking the most expensive items on the menu. Levi couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips.

“Sure, dear, we’ll get it right out for you,” the woman—probably his mom—replied sweetly, turning to help Levi. Getting a smile from someone related to him? Wild. You thought his whole bloodline had to be as stoic as he was.

After you got your tea and moved to a table by the window, you glanced back at the counter. Kuchel nudged Levi with her elbow, her eyes glinting with amusement. "So... who’s that?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"Tch. No one. Just a regular customer," Levi replied with a shrug, continuing to wipe the counter as if it was his life’s mission.

“Really? They seemed interested in you,” she added, clearly enjoying the moment. Levi sighed. Maybe bringing his mother here had been a mistake. “They are,” he admitted, moving to brew a fresh pot of tea.

Kuchel’s smile widened. "They're pretty, aren’t they?" He paused, visibly uncomfortable but unable to deny it. “… I guess?”

"Alright then," Kuchel said, clearly up to something, before leaving the counter to sit across from you.

'Oh god,' Levi thought, feeling a headache coming on. He knew what his mom was about to do…

You blinked in surprise as Levi’s mom—Kuchel —sat right across from you, a warm smile on her face. You glanced at Levi, who was now standing behind the counter with the most deadpan expression, silently begging the universe to stop this.

“So, how long have you been coming to this shop?” Kuchel asked, leaning in like this was a cozy little chat between best friends.

You tried not to choke on your tea. “Uh, about four months now. I, uh, really like the tea here.”

And the view, you thought but wisely kept to yourself.

“Four months! That’s dedication,” she remarked with a knowing smile. “Levi must really enjoy seeing such a loyal customer every morning.” Levi’s eye twitched from across the room.

“Uh, yeah, it’s nice to see a familiar face,” you said, laughing nervously. Kuchel nodded, clearly entertained. “You know, he doesn’t usually get attached to customers, but I think you might be special.” She paused dramatically, then added, “He talks about you all the time.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Wait, what?

Levi nearly dropped the teapot. “Mom,” he said sharply, voice low with a warning edge. what the fuck now

“Oh, hush, I’m just making conversation,” Kuchel waved him off, fully embracing her mom duties. “He mentioned just the other day how you always come in so cheerful and—” she leaned in as if sharing a secret—“how you flirt with him every morning.”

Your face burned, and Levi’s hand gripped the counter so tightly it might break.

You stammered. “H-he told you that?”

“Well, no, but it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” she winked. “And you know, Levi here could use someone with your energy. He’s always so serious, isn’t he?” She turned her head slightly to address her son. “Levi, dear, you should take some notes—this one knows how to have fun.”

Levi groaned audibly. “Mom, please.”

You almost choked on your tea again. This was both mortifying and the best thing that had ever happened.

Kuchel continued undeterred. “He’s really sweet once you get to know him, you know? Sure, he’s got that broody, ‘I-don’t-care-about-anything’ look, but deep down, he’s very caring. Protective, too. He always makes sure I’m taken care of. Isn’t that right, Levi?”

Levi’s glare could’ve melted steel at this point. “I am right here, Mom.”

“Oh, don’t be so shy,” she teased, ignoring him completely. “What’s your name, dear?” she asked, turning back to you.

You told her, still a bit flustered but managing to smile. Kuchel’s face lit up.

“What a beautiful name! It would sound so lovely with ‘Ackerman,’ don’t you think?”

You almost spat out your tea. Levi nearly knocked over a stack of teacups. “Mom!”

Kuchel giggled, clearly enjoying every second of this. “What? I’m just saying. No harm in thinking about the future, right?”

Levi closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, as if summoning every ounce of patience in his body. “I’m going to the back,” he muttered, turning away before his mom could cause any further damage.

Kuchel just smiled after him, unfazed. “Well, he’ll come around eventually. Boys like him always do. Anyway, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, dear. And don’t worry—I’ll make sure he brews your tea just right.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this point. “Thank you. I’ll definitely keep coming back.”

As Levi disappeared into the back of the shop, probably questioning every life decision that led him to this moment, Kuchel leaned in one last time. “Don’t give up on him,” she whispered conspiratorially. “He needs someone to loosen him up. And between you and me…” She grinned, eyes twinkling. “I think you’re perfect for the job.”

You were certain Levi was somewhere back there facepalming so hard, but honestly? You were starting to like Kuchel a lot.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sam monroe x vinnie

FLUFF ❦

SAM MONROE doesn’t do bookstores. Why? Let's start from basics; they smell weird—like old pages and haunting dust—and they’re too quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Every time he moves, it feels like someone’s gonna pop out and scold him for breathing too loud, or moving his eyes too much

But still, the fate decided he had to be there. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the children’s section with hands stuffed into his pockets, glaring at a row of pastel-colored books.

This is so stupid.

Vinnie’s only, like, a baby. It’s not like he can even read. He just babbles gibberish and smacks books with his tiny hands, occasionally gnawing on the corners like a damn teething toy. So why is Sam here?

Because Vinnie likes books.

Not in a way that really makes sense. That kid doesn’t actually care about the stories. But he loves flipping through the pages, staring at the pictures, curling up against Sam’s chest while he reads very badly in a tired, grumbly voice.

And—shit—if Vinnie likes something, Sam’s gonna get it for him. No matter what. But the main problem? Sam has no clue what babies are supposed to read.

He stares at a cover with some goofy cartoon farm animals, brows furrowed. Too boring. Another one with bright, flashy colors that hurts his eyes, digs into his skull. Too ugly. Finally he picked up one with some ridiculous, overly enthusiastic title like Learning is FUN! and immediately made a disgusted face.

Yeah. No. Vinnie’s not getting brainwashed by that shit. At least not right now.

"Need some help?"

The sudden voice makes Sam nearly jump out of his skin.

He turned his gaze to see a woman—probably a librarian, or an employee or whatever—smiling at him politely. No judgement. No rudeness. She just looked way too amused, like she’s been watching him struggle for a solid five minutes.

Creep.

Sam cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "Uh. No, I—I'm good."

His response didn't help at all. She didn't looked convinced. Her eyes flickered to the book still in his hands. "Shopping for someone?"

Sam followed her gaze. A stupid farm animal book. He quickly put it back where it belonged. "Yeah. My kid."

Her eyebrows raised slightly, but she didn't comment on the teen dad part. Thankfully "How old?"

"Like, a year and a half," Sam muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "He just… likes books, I guess. Flipping the pages and shit."

The woman nodded, stepping closer to the shelf, making Sam take a step back. Some personal space basics, hello?? "That’s great. A lot of little ones love interactive books—touch-and-feel, lift-the-flap, that sort of thing."

Sam stared blankly. "Huh?"

"Books with textures or flaps to lift," she explained, before reaching to one shelf and pulling one book with big, bold letters that said Where’s Spot? . She handled it towards Sam "This one’s a classic. Simple, but fun."

Sam frowned at it. It’s got a little dog on the cover. Looks kinda dumb.

The lady must notice his skepticism because her smile turned to more knowing one. "Or," she said, reaching for another, "if he has a favorite character…"

Sam shrugged "I mean, he likes Winnie the Pooh."

And the moment he said it out loud, something in his chest tightened. Because, yeah. Vinnie loves Winnie the Pooh. Loves the soft, round bear with his tiny red shirt. Loves his big, cozy hugs. Loves his mannerism, even tho he understands little right now. Loves when Sam—half-asleep, voice raspy—reads him bedtime stories about honey, friendships and silly little adventures.

The lady smiled so brightly Sam was sure she stole sun's shine. "Winnie the Pooh is a great choice!"

She pulled out a hardcover book—one of those nice ones, with the old-school illustrations, the kind of book you’d keep forever. The kind of book that is normal for kids, and not this weird shit nowadays. The moment Sam saw it, something warm settled in his chest.

Vinnie would love this.

Nonetheless he still hesitated before even reaching for it. He mumbled quiet 'thanks' and run a thumb over the cover. "Yeah. This one’s good."

"Let me know if you need anything else." She said, soon after disappearing between the maze of shelfs

Sam barely even heard her. He was too busy flipping through the pages, staring at the familiar little bear, imagining the way Vinnie’s chubby hands will pat at the pictures, how he’ll babble happily, pointing at Pooh and giggling when Sam reads the words out loud. How he'd just attack him as soon as Sam would show him the book...He lets a light smirk to tug at the corner of his lips. So yeah, Sam Monroe doesn’t feel so out of place in this bookstore anymore.

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[stigmalarity]

college roommate!Miguel x reader

| gn! reader, masturbation, dildos, voyeurism

College Roommate!Miguel who gets back to your shared apartment after class and is puzzled by the noise complaint tacked to the door. 

The fine print describes loud noises during the hours that he’s not at home, meaning it would have to be you. But that’s still odd.

In the handful of months that the two of you have been roommates, he’s never known you to be loud. In actuality, most people would probably consider you the perfect roommate. You’re quiet, clean up after yourself, cook extra food for him, stay on top of chores, and mostly stick to your room. When the two of you do spend time together, it’s never awkward, just… comfortable. Neither of you feel the need to over-exert yourselves with social interaction while in the comforts of your own home.

Miguel likes being around you. He thinks you’re pretty.

He brings up the complaint that night as you cook dinner side-by-side.

“By the way, I came home to a noise complaint today,” he says, chopping up veggies to throw into the noodle dish you’re making. “It said something about loud noises, but it’s only during the hours when I’m not around. Have you heard anything?”

He doesn’t look at your face, but he notices the way you pause.

“Oh, um,” you start, stirring up the noodles in the wok. “I dunno, I must have been playing my music a little too loud while you were at school. My bad,” you reply. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

Miguel shrugs. “Got it. No worries,” he replies. Since he’s never experienced you being loud, he doesn’t really know what else it could be. He lifts the cutting board, and sweeps the veggies into the wok.

It’s not until a week later when his final lecture of the day gets canceled that he figures out what the noise complaint could have been about.

He doesn’t see you when he walks in, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. It’s only when he takes out his headphones that he hears it.

His first guess is that you’re crying, and it’s technically none of his business to figure out why. As he gets closer, though, he hears it; slick, wet sounds accompanied by your voice, a bit muffled, letting out the most debauched, lecherous wails he’s ever heard.

By some sheer, dumb stroke of fate, your door is open just a crack. His palms are sweating and his pants are tightening as he approaches. He considers turning away when suddenly he hears you, clear as day. You must have pulled away from whatever you had been pressing your face into.

“F-fuh- oh, god- Fuck, Miguel!”

All the blood in his body rushes to his cock, and he’s stepping closer faster than he can think, his eyes trained on that crack in the door. When he sees you, his mind goes blank.

You’re on your knees on the bed, your chest pressed to the sheets and your cheek turned away from him. Your arm is tucked under your torso and between your legs, fucking yourself silly with a flesh tan dildo that for a moment, reminds him of his own cock. Your pretty hole is absolutely soaked, and there's a frothy, white ring gathered at the base of the dildo that he wants to see you lick off.

He stays there, his hand squeezing at his now ridiculously hard cock over his pants as you push yourself up to face the headboard, adjust the dildo underneath you, and start bouncing.

You moan his name again. Then, as if remembering something, you press your hand over your mouth, swallowed by the sleeve of the hoodie that your other hand is tugging up your waist. The bed creaks beneath you, but you keep going.

Arousal lurches hot in his stomach when he realizes the hoodie is one he’s been missing for weeks.

Miguel only lets himself watch for a few more moments, hungrily taking in every inch of you, every noise that escapes your pretty lips and committing it to memory before he turns around and walks back to the door. He opens it wide, then slams it shut, loud enough for you to hear. Your moaning ceases. 

His eyes are trained on your bedroom door as you rush over and shut it completely.