#they said they like the taste of the inside of my mouth

[luvyeni]

jeongin finally giving in after all your oblivious teasing

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 아이엔 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. oral ( f ). unprotected sex. word count. 0.8k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ my smau will definitely be a ayen one i miss him.

if it wasn’t for the fact that this has happened almost every day for the last year you two have been living together jeongin could’ve sworn you were doing this on purpose — riling him up just to leave him high and dry each and every time.

but you didn’t know it , you didn’t know that when you’d squeeze his thigh when you’re randomly talking about something that excited you, he had to think about anything else to keep him from getting hard. or when you’d walk around the house in an oversized shirt and shorts so short they might as well be panties while you cleaned or lounged around.

he constantly had a hard on when you were around ; and you didn’t even notice , and it was eating him up inside. “innie?”

he was brought back hearing your voice. “are you listening?” no he wasn’t , his eyes were current bulged out of his head because you were standing there in a towel. “i said the water is cold , you need to cool it on the 2 hour showers.” you pouted , the water dripping down your face. “i could only shower for 15 minutes that’s not even enough time fo…” it was like your voice was fading away , he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “you aren’t even listening.”

before his brain could send him a warning ; his feet were moving , and moving near towards you. “jeongin.” his hand coming to your face , you gasped out. “please shut up.” before you could even scold him his lips were on yours , you took a step back , but he didn’t let you pull away , he only pulled away when he began to get light headed due to lack of oxygen. “fuck i need to do that again.”

he could barely keep it together as he basically dragged you back to your room. “je-jeongin slow down , what’s gotten into you?” it’s not like you didn’t like it , you were just confused. “you , you’ve gotten into me , you don’t even know.” he pushed you down on the bed. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

he was bent down on his knees in front of you , his mouth kissing in between your thighs. “innie.” you sighed , moaning as you felt his breathing on your cunt. “fuck you smell so good.” he kissed your mound , licking your folds. “oh fuck innie.” your hands tangling up in his hair as he ate your cunt like a starving man , finally getting a taste of you.

“so good.” your legs hanging off his back ; your taste was addicting , it was even better than he envisioned , he groaned , his cock becoming unbearably hard. “fuck innie , im gonna cum.” you tugged at his roots to try and pull him away from your cunt , but he held your thighs tightly , he did not want to let you go. “fu-fuck! im cumming !” you shouted as you came , your juices dripping on your tongue. “i-innie.”

he finally pulled away, the towel now laying on the bed leaving you bare. “fuck if i didn’t need to feel you on my cock , i could spent the rest of the day in between your legs.” he slowly made his way up to you , undoing the string to his sweats. “you taste so good.” your face was flushed watching him pull his cock out , it was big , and veiny with a precum dripping from his red tip. “so-so big.” he cursed , pressing his cock against your hole. “but you can take it right?”

he didn’t even wait for you to answer , pushing his cock inside , watching your mouth drop open. “oh fuck you’re so tight.” he pulled out , pushing back inside. “so fucking warm.” folding your body in half , legs pressed against your chest as he began to pound into you. “fuck just like i dreamt of.” he grunted. “re-really?” you stuttered.

“fu-fuck baby yes , but you have been so inside the pretty little head -shit- you haven’t even noticed how bad i wanted to fuck you.” he hit that spot inside you , your fingers raking down his back , he hissed. “jeongin im gonna cum.” you cried out , the knot in your stomach tightening. “fu-fuck me too.” he groaned. “where do you want it?”

“inside.” he had to stop for a second to keep from cumming that second. “sh-shit i almost came.” he moaned. “you want me to cum inside you?” you nodded. “ye-yes please.” he sped up his movements. “fu-fuck im gonna cum , want you to cum on my cock.” both of you moaning out. “fuck cum , cum on my cock.”

you let out a breathy moan , mouth dropping over as you came. “of fuck , im fuck-fucking cumming, nmph!” he cursed as he came inside you , you whimpered as he rode out your orgasms. “fuck im still hard.” he said breathlessly. “i need more of you.” he started to move again , slowly dragging his cock in and out of you. “fuck i need to make you cum more.”

“i need to fuck you until you only remember my cock.”

©️LUVYENI

[greengoblinswifey]

Power Play—Lee Myung-Gi/Player 333 x Fem!Reader

summary— Despite your initial disdain, the connection between you and player 333 deepen with you taking control.

warnings— slight enemies to lovers, switch!myung-gi, fingering, oral(f!receving), praise kink, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— He is so hot, fuck meeeee!

Every time you caught Myung-gi’s gaze, your stomach twisted in annoyance and something else you didn’t want to name. He had been staring at you again today, right after being pushed around by Thanos and his crew. You clenched your fists, hating the way he let them treat him like shit, and even more so, hating how his eyes always seemed to find you.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” you hissed, your voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the room.

“Nothing,” he said. “Can’t look at a pretty girl?” He straightened slightly, brushing dirt from his sleeve with a calmness that only irritated you further.

“You know,” you said coldly, “you’re the reason my brother’s in debt. He’d be here if I wasn’t such a kind sister willing to risk her life to win this money for him. He’s expecting a baby.”

At the mention of a baby, Myung-gi’s gaze flickered briefly to Jun-hee, who sat nearby with a hand on her stomach. A muscle in your jaw tightened, and you hated how his eyes lingered on her just a moment too long.

“Baby, huh?” he said, his voice low.

You didn’t respond, turning on your heel before the conversation could dig under your skin any further. Your chest tightened with something ugly and unfamiliar, jealousy, maybe? You refused to name it.

That night, the room was restless. People shifted in their bunks, some snoring, others mumbling in their sleep. But you couldn’t sleep. Neither could Myung-gi.

You didn’t notice him approach until he crouched beside you, his voice a quiet murmur. “You’re really fucking pretty, you know that?”

Your breath caught. You turned your head, and there he was, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes gleaming. You should have pushed him away, told him to leave you alone. But instead, you whispered, “Do something about it.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours, and you couldn’t help the way you melted into him. His hands cupped your face as his lips moved with a precision that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.

You lay flat on the bed and his fingers found the edge of your pants, tugging them down with a careful urgency. You shivered as his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your pussy with an ease that made you throb.

“God,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. “So wet for me.”

You let out a shaky gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders as his fingers worked vigorously inside your wetness, each movement teasing. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just cum for me.”

His words tipped you over the edge, and you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the moan that spilled from your lips. Your body trembled as you came undone, and he didn’t stop his gentle praise, his thrusts softening but never leaving you.

As your high faded, he pulled back to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours. “There,” he said softly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to find some semblance of control, but the small smirk tugging at his lips made it impossible. You shoved him lightly, muttering under your breath, “Shut up.”

But the truth was, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice low, the hunger in his tone readable.

You rolled your eyes, trying to act unfazed, though your heart pounded in your chest. “Whatever,” you said casually, then pointed a finger at him. “But don’t expect me to suck your dick or anything.”

“Noted,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. His lips moved slowly this time, taking their time as he hovered over you. You shivered as his lips left your mouth and began a slow descent. He pressed kisses to your neck, your collarbone, and lower still, his hands sliding up your thighs to part them as he made his way down.

When he reached the place where his fingers had been earlier, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured. Then, without waiting for a response, he dipped his head.

The first touch of his mouth was soft, exploratory, but it didn’t stay that way. His tongue was relentless, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding your legs open as his tongue moved with precision and hunger.

“God,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against you. The vibration sent a shockwave through your body, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. “You’re s-so good at this,” you said, your voice trembling.

He hummed in response, his tongue never faltering. It was like he was determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you, and the way he ate you out had your mind spinning.

You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it became impossible as the pleasure inside you built to a breaking point. “Myung-gi,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“Fucking cum for me,” he murmured between lapping, “come on, pretty girl. I want to feel you squirt on my mouth.”

The words sent you over the edge, and with a cry you couldn’t quite muffle, you squirted. Your body trembled violently as waves of pleasure rolled through you, and you felt the undeniable splash as you soaked his mouth.

He didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, his tongue continuing to coax every last drop from your body until you were completely spent. When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened, but the satisfied smirk on his face said it all.

“Guess you enjoyed that,” he said, his voice teasing but filled with pride.

“Shut up,” you muttered, though the small smile tugging at your lips told it all.

He laughed softly, crawling back up to kiss you, and the taste of yourself on his lips sent a shiver through you. “Whatever you say,” he said, brushing a strand of your curls from your face.

As you shifted slightly, you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh, and a need you couldn’t ignore surged through your pussy. “Hey,” you said softly but firmly, nudging him, “On your back.”

His brows raised slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. Myung-gi obeyed, lying back against the thin bedding, his breathing uneven. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and burning with lust.

You reached down, pulling his hard cock free, and his sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through you. Slowly, you positioned your leaking pussy over him. As you sank down, you hissed softly, feeling the stretch as you adjusted to his size. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, his jaw clenching as he tried to stay still for you.

“You good?” he asked, his voice strained, his breathing labored.

“Yeah,” you murmured, taking a moment to adjust before you began to move.

You started slowly, lifting yourself before settling back down, testing the waters. But as you found a rhythm, your confidence grew, and you leaned into it, bouncing on him like you owned him, because, in that moment, you did.

His head tipped back, and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh, God,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he squirmed beneath you. “You’re, God, you’re amazing.”

You smirked, gripping his shoulders for balance as you bounced faster. The sounds of his stuttering breaths and soft moans filled the quiet space, and you could see the way his jaw had gone slack, his mouth wide open in awe and pleasure.

“I’m gonna—” he tried to say, but his words dissolved into a stammering mess. “I’m gonna—”

You leaned down, wrapping one hand around his throat firmly. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours in shock and a hint of thrill.

“Cum with me,” you whispered, your voice commanding as you began to grind on his cock.

His response was a strangled moan as his body arched beneath you. You pressed your other hand over his mouth, silencing his cries as his entire body began to tremble.

“Now,” you murmured. “Be a good boy and cum inside me.”

The words made him come undone, and you felt him cum as a wave of pleasure hit you simultaneously. Your body shook on top of him as you both came together, your intense orgasms leaving you breathless.

You slowly removed your hand from his mouth, and he gasped for air, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide, his face flushed, but a dazed smile tugged at his lips.

“Wow,” he said after a moment, his voice hoarse. “I love when a woman takes control.”

You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Good,” you replied, sliding off of him carefully and lying beside him.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as the two of you basked in the aftermath, the weird tension finally giving way to a strange sense of peace?

[fl3shm4id3n]

ii think I'm dyinggg plz do smut w/ 388 where he talks uuu through itttt

WHO SAID THAT

-Also can I be this anon if u do those ☄️

ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: SMUT, Dae Ho is a soft dom and very sweet, kissing/ soft make out session, eating out, slight hair pulling, missionary, back scratching, protected sex (if you're gonna get silly, wrap your willy), reader on the pill, aftercare, fluff.

A/N: Of course you can be my ☄️anon :D

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ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

That evening, you had just got home. You took off your shoes in the doorway and placed your purse down on the table. You then headed to your bedroom. You saw that Dea Ho was in already in bed, asleep. You then began to change into change into your nightgown. Then you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup and do your skin care. Afterwards, you were done. You then headed to your bedroom.

As you lifted the covers and laid down on your side. You noticed how Dae Ho then got up from his current position and turned his body to face you. His arm quickly wrapped itself around you then pulled you so that you could lay down. Before you could properly react, Dae Ho processed to kiss you on the lips. You attempted to push him away, but you began to submit to his lips. His other arm went under you, holding your back and deepened the kiss.

His hand then snaked up to your chest, softly grabbing your breast and giving it a squeeze. You moaned softly against his lips. Then finally after some time, Dae Ho finally pulled away and then kissed your forehead. "I missed you." He admitted. "I thought you were asleep." You said, as you tried to catch your breath. "I can never go to sleep until you arrive." You said, kissing your forehead again. "How was work." He asked, while he looked down at you. "It was boring, super slow." You responded, while Dae Ho gently caressed your thighs. Listening to you. "I know what'll make you feel better." He said, with a small smile. You knew what that was.

Dae Ho carefully lifted your nightgown, then pulled it over your head. Leaving you completely naked, you didn't even wear underwear. He then got odd the bed, then pulled your legs. Dragging you down toward the end. He then got on his knees, placing your thighs over your muscular shoulders. He got a good grip on hips. He then drove down and gave your slightly wet folds a huge lick. You gasped and flinched. "So good." Dae Ho said softly, then processed to suck clit softly. Your back arched, and moved your arms over your head, slightly gripping onto the bed sheets.

He continued to lick and suck, taking his time with you. "Mmm... You taste so good." He groaned, as he continued to suckle on your folds. You whined, then you ran your hand down your body, all the way down and gently tugged at his hair. He moaned softly against your folds. He used his fingers to spread your pussy lips a bit more and licked you much more. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs around head. Slowly, you felt how Dae Ho's tongue inserted inside you. "Dae Ho!" You moaned as your back arched, your toes curled as he licked your spongy insides. You bucked your hips, feeling how his nose brushed up against your clit.

Dae Ho pulled away to take breather, your juices and his saliva were connected to his lips. He licked his lips, taking in your taste. He quickly drove back down, taking your whole pussy into his whole mouth. His nose rubbing against your throbbing clit. "Ahh!" You moaned loudly, gripping harder onto his hair for dear life. It was like a switch had gone off in his head. He was licking all the rights spots. Making your whole body shake. You clenched your legs even more, he was nearly suffocating between your legs, but he didn't mind. He'd die a happy man if he went out between your tights.

He pulled away again, this time he was breathing a bit faster. Both his saliva and juices were on his chin. He leaned down one again, then gave your clit a small kiss. He got up and took off his shirt, then boxers. His cock sprung up, erect and precum leaking from tip. He leaned over to the night stand and took out a condom. He opened the small packet with his teeth carefully, then pulled out the rubber. He rolled the condom down his cock. It was a perfect fit. He always wore a condom when it came to sex. Even though you've told him that you were on the pill, he wanted to be safe. He was very responsible.

Dae Ho then lifted your legs, placing your calves on his muscular chest and your ankles were on his shoulders. Carefully, he thrusted inside your tightness. You bit your bottom lip softly and screwed your eyes shut as he stretched you out, carefully. As he carefully moved his hips. He kissed your ankles, softly. He then wrapped his arms around his your legs, holding them close to your body. "Oh! You're doing great." He moaned, sweat began to build up on his forehead. "So, good." He said, almost whining. He shut his eyes, tightly. His breathing quickened and so did his pace.

You whined loudly, throwing your head back as his pace quicken. "Please.." You moaned, he opened his eyes and looked at you. "Please what? Talk to me." He said, in a breathy voice. You couldn't form your sentence, so you just moved your hand down to your throbbing clit. "Oh. That's what you want?" He asked, then he reached down and processed to rub your clit with his thumb. He put light pressure and rubbed your clit. Your whole body flinched as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit. It felt good, you loved it. He knew you loved it.

Dae Ho continued to thrust even more fast. "That's it!" He moaned, still rubbing your clit. Feeling how your walls clenched around him tightly. He then spread your legs and placed them around his waist. Then leaned his body down, against yours. You took this as an opportunity and placed your hands onto his lap. Gripping onto him. Digging your nails onto his back. He continued his thrusts, except they became sharper and more harsh. It made your body slightly bounce due to his hard thrusts. "Fuck! That's-" He tried to say, but quickly stopped. Still thrusting and rubbing your clit.

You cried out, as your dragged your nails down his back. That made him thrust in you even more. "Dae Ho!" you whined his name. He leaned down and captured your lips into a loving kiss. Almost distracting you from the pleasure. As you kissed him, his thrusts became even more tense. He was literally hammering against you. It made you feel dizzy, your eyes rolled at the back of your head at this point. Your body was weakening, your legs began to numb. Out of nowhere, you felt your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You saw a bunch of stars and little lights.

As you came, so did Dae Ho. He came into the condom. He leaned his forehead against yours. Both of you weak and out of breath. After a few moments of catching his breath. He carefully leaned up and looked down at you. "Are you okay?" He asked you, while you nodded as best as you could. "Yeah." You said as you tried to recover. He smiled, then kissed your forehead and carefully pulled out of you. He then picked you up bridal style and moved you to your spot on the bed. "I'll be back." He said, kissing your cheek. Then he went to the bathroom.

After a bit, he came back out. He was back in his boxers, he had also brought back a wet cloth. He sat down on the bed next to you, then carefully cleaned the mess on your thighs. When he was done, he threw the cloth in the laundry basket. He then climbed in bed, lying on his side. Next to you. Like always, you wrapped your arm around his waist and moved closer to him. Burying your face in his warm chest. You grabbed the thick cover and threw it over himself and you. He cuddled up close to you. Both bodies warmed each other, the silence was comfortable and enjoyable. Dae Ho gave you another kiss on the forehead, before closing his eyes.

[bunnibombz]

A small continuation because I can't get it out of my head

"Come on Lovie, give us a kiss" Simon murmured, tapping his covered lips with his finger, balaclava still in place.

Your hands were on his shoulders, keeping you from tipping backward as your thighs strained to straddle him.

You looked over at John, sitting comfortable in his chair with his cigar and glass of whiskey on the side table.

"Can I?" You asked, getting a chuckle from both men.

"This night is about you, whatever you say goes," John said with a smirk, taking a hefty swig from his glass.

You turned back to Simon, carefully putting your hands to his mask and moving it up past his mouth.

His lips were so hot against yours, the animal like growl huffing from his nose sending a shock of pleasure down into your gut, a soft gasp escaping as you tightened around Simon's cock buried so deep inside you.

Your tongues tangled together sloppily, tasting each other so throughly as he gripped your ass and began you moving up and down, seemingly fucking himself deeper with every thrust.

"Want him to cum in that pretty cunt, sweetheart?" John asked, his gaze trained fully on you as you bounced in Simon's lap.

"Uh huh" you mumbled, barely able to form words as your orgasm licked at your spine like flames.

"Tell him that then"

"I- I want you to cum inside me S-Simon" you moaned, nails pressing into the the skin of his shoulders, his tattooed arms tightening around you.

"Don't think I could pull out if I tried" He grunted, his neck getting slick with sweat, "but I'll fill you up as many times as you want, love, you've got me all night"

[skyrigel]

Shower sex with Simon

It was only when big hands came up to wrap around you, fingers gliding over your foamed dripping chest, playing with your nipples as you instantly knew his grunt, his low hiss over your shoulder and he pressed you flushed against his chest.

“Welcome home.” You smiled and eventually groaned around when he got rougher with his veiny hands, he pinched both your nipples at once, knowing how sensitive you were.

And not to mention the skilled mouth that opened against the back of your neck, tasting the warm skin on his tongue and moaning back in ecstasy.

“Did I scare you, huh ?” He chuckled slowly, lips dragging up your neck, sharp teeth scraping against your pulse before he grabbed your chin and turned your face to kiss you hard.

You drank him in, dropping the lofa and turning to him fully while he pinned your wrists above your head, pressing you against the steamed up glass. Simon's grip over your wrist with one hand always astonished you which was another way to say turned you on, even as your hands were lethaled up with soap

“Missed you.” He pulled back and said breathlessly, thumb caressing your wet lips that instantly opened and sucked around his thumb, drool gathering. Simon's cock had erected, and stood straight up against your stomach, swollen red without any friction.

He pressed his thumb over your tongue, then smiling with smirky eyes, gave you two fingers to suck on before pulling out and leaving your mouth agape with want to trail down one deft drool slicked finger from your mouth to the down steps of your ribs, and until where he reached your pulsing hole — slicked up and needy.

“And you missed me too.” He mocked and cooed at once. Water was running down over you, taking down the white lather and leaving only bare skin for Simon to mouth at. His finger circled your hole, prodding and teasing while you whimpered, unable to move.

“please —” You coaxed out with a pout, Simon's gaze flickered towards your lips.

“Please what, my love ?”

“Need you daddy.” You whined with wet lashes fluttering. And how could he ever say no to you ? His perfect sweetheart, so beautiful and so, so needy for him.

Without warning, he pushed two digits inside you. Warmness swirled and you squeezed him in, breath hitched as he moved knuckles deep.

“Like this ?” Simon leaned and licked over your ear shell, taking the soft lobe between his teeth while you shaked all over. You moaned back, he let go of your wrists and you felt sore in your tendons.

“Ah-ow !” You whelped, for at once two became three and he twisted your nipple in a sharp turn until the soft skin burnt red with raw pain.

“Use your mouth babylove.”

“Yes daddy.”

Simon pulled out his fingers, and you immediately sucked around your own juice, cleaning him with lapping tongue and all the while his eyes never left yours because he valued eye contact above all.

While you sucked on his fingers, he stroked his leaking cock with quivering lips that mumbled many curse words all at once, then he leaned forward to kiss you raw.

His hand reached under your thigh to lift you up with your back against the steam warm wall. Your knees folded in front against his chest and you held onto his shoulders for support.

“Ready love ?” His cock breached your entrance, twitching and throbbing.

You nodded. Simon's jaw clenched while his eyes darkened — he would've wanted you to use your mouth if he wasn't far too gone to fuck you dumb.

“Fuck—” He hissed, sinking you down over his rigid length slowly. Your whole body tensed around him.

Simon's breath unleveled over the first thrust, it was slow and delicate. Eyes locked in yours, and always asking what you wanted. He lifted you up like a doll and pushed inside easily, then twice and pressed your mouths together under the warm stream. Between salty water and all that was him, you gasped back a breath as he angled himself.

“Si— daddy.” You sucked on his bottom lip before panting out, “Rough.”

His gaze lingered with the way one would ask, ‘are you sure ?’ Simon was so big and got you so sore sometimes that it would be a miracle to get anything else done.

But as soon as he saw your urgency to want him completely and wholly. His grip became solid around your legs, pushing you and down on his cock like a piston, low groans wrapped around his mouth and you matched him with your growing moans that escaped uncontrollably.

Between it, his eyes dropped down to your stomach where the underskin trembled and you followed his gaze down to the stomach bulge and spilled all over around him without any warning.

Simon only caught a breath to bask in the brilliance of your face while orgasam pulled in your pit again, cheeks high in colour and agape with so many sounds that came out at once.

“Welcome home.” He pulled you closer, your sore legs wrapping around his waist so he could carry you in his arms while his cock still writhed inside you, knotted in home.

It was going to be a long night

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[dulcescorderitas]

𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 C.Kent

warnings: 18+, smut, includes: red!clark and phantom clark.

the night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the intoxicating mix of red kryptonite and something darker, more elusive. you found yourself trapped between two versions of clark—one, the wild, unrestrained man led by the burning influence of the red rock; the other, a shadow of himself, a phantom born of the deepest corners of his mind, both devastatingly real, both desperately hungry for you.

“you look so fucking perfect like this,” red!clark murmured, his voice a silken growl as he traced a thumb along your jawline, his lips curling into a wicked grin. his eyes, usually so soft, burned with raw desire, flicking between you and the phantom, who stood behind you, a silent, brooding presence. “don’t you think so?”

the phantom's touch was cold, yet electric, fingers ghosting down your spine. his lips brushed the shell of your ear, a whisper that sent shivers cascading down your body. “perfect doesn’t begin to describe you. tell me, can you handle both of us?”

a gasp caught in your throat as red!clark’s hands roamed over your body, his fingers firm, possessive. “we’re going to ruin you,” he promised, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. his tongue invaded, tasting, claiming, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. you could feel the phantom’s presence, his hands slipping around your waist, holding you steady, his breath cool against your neck as red!clark devoured your lips.

“i want to taste every inch of you,” red!clark murmured as he pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with the promise of sin. “but i think our phantom friend deserves a taste first, don’t you?”

before you could respond, the phantom turned you to face him, his eyes dark, filled with an endless hunger. he lowered himself to his knees, his hands sliding down your thighs, parting them with a gentle, but firm touch. “you’ll love this,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your heated core as he leaned in.

his tongue was cold fire, a contrast that made you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked a slow, deliberate path along your folds. his tongue moved with an almost inhuman precision, flicking over your clit, teasing it with light, feathered strokes before circling it again, more insistent. you moaned, your body arching into his touch, the sensation building in waves, each one more powerful than the last.

red!clark knelt beside you, his hands sliding up your torso, thumbs grazing over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your already trembling form. “look at you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “so fucking beautiful when you fall apart.”

“you should see her from here,” the phantom murmured against your skin, his tongue diving back into your folds, lapping up your essence with a hunger that left you trembling. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he feasted on you, his tongue plunging deeper, curling inside you, dragging out your pleasure with every stroke.

red!clark watched, his hand sliding down his own body, gripping his cock, stroking it lazily as he watched you fall apart. “i want you to scream for us,” he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet. “let the whole world know who’s making you feel this good.”

you cried out, your hands clutching at the phantom’s hair as your orgasm crashed over you, your body quaking, hips bucking against his mouth as he licked you through the high. you could barely catch your breath before red!clark was lifting you, carrying you to the bed, his mouth capturing yours again, tasting your pleasure on your lips.

“now it’s my turn,” he said, positioning you beneath him, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, relentless. he pushed inside slowly, filling you inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt, a groan ripping from his throat as your walls clenched around him.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a pace that had you gasping, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. the phantom knelt beside you, his fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your head toward him as he leaned in to capture your mouth in a kiss that was as cool and consuming as his touch.

“you feel so good around him,” the phantom whispered against your lips, his hand trailing down your body, his fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with red!clark’s thrusts. “but you can take more, can’t you?”

your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight as red!clark pounded into you, the phantom’s fingers working your clit with expert precision. you nodded, words lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

“then let us give you everything,” red!clark growled, his pace quickening, hips snapping against yours as the phantom’s mouth traveled down your body, his tongue joining his fingers, licking and sucking at your clit, adding to the sensory overload that had you teetering on the edge.

they worked in perfect harmony, red!clark’s cock filling you, stretching you, while the phantom’s mouth and fingers sent waves of pleasure radiating from your core. your body convulsed, caught in the whirlwind of their combined desires, your climax a force that left you breathless, screaming their names into the dark, endless night.

[godhandler]

Ex-boyfriend Gojo who shows up at your house 5 years later. He looks a bit different now. 

|Souls are laid to rest after the death of the body. As for Gojo Satoru, his soul rests with you. In other words, your terrible ex-boyfriend is having way too much fun haunting you|

|satoru gojo x reader, fluff, lil bitty angst, gojo being gojo, 700 words, desi-coded reader|

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Satoru flashes his 24-carat grin ear to ear when you come to. “All this 'cause you don’t take iron supplements. How many times have I told you again?” He shakes his head. “Your voodoo spicy diarrhoea jar won’t fix everything, you know.”

The human body has two directors of the nervous system. While mostly the wondrous brain lords over man, there come times that the castle of the body comes under attack by such impossibility (like a rampage by demonic forces or worse, the ghost of your terrible ex come alive) that the coward brain hides and the spinal cord, which does not have the complexity to understand emotional duress, takes control. 

“Don’t insult Chawanprash.”  Satoru might be a translucent mist after his untimely death floating in front of you and breaking all existing laws of physics. But your spinal cord does not care for such trivialities. “I’m not even anaemic anymore.” 

“Is that why a silly surprise sent you lying on the floor?” 

Ghost boy correct, says your spinal cord. Get up body, cook dinner. 

“I have to get up and cook dinner.” Your voice is too hollow for Satoru. It’s the shock sending you to robotic autopilot, he hopes, you’ve been out for a couple hours after all. It’s 2 am now. “Merry Christmas, Satoru.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

My love. Satoru called you that. He used to call you that. It’s been 5 years. The floor is cold. It’s Christmas. The sofa you grab to pull yourself up is soft, the walls you lean on your path to the kitchen hard. Satoru is here. Satoru called you his love. The stove is hot.  My love. Satoru’s love. 5 years ago he called the wedding off. Oven is steamy inside, a fully baked cinnamon cake sweet. Your mouth is full of cake. Warm and sweet. You created the recipe for Satoru. Satoru is a ghost now. He called you- My love. Satoru is dead. 

“Satoru is dead.” Disbelieving words slip through your mouth. You stare straight ahead at the kitchen wall, refusing to look at the ghost floating behind your shoulder. 

He doesn’t reply. 

“How are you dead? Satoru?” 

Nothing. 

“Is it that terrorist in Shibuya? I guessed it was something curse related. But I still don’t understand. How could you die?”

Nothing but a slight swish as the ghost moves. 

“How could you die?” 

Another swish– “I wish I could taste the cake, it looks incredible. Say, we could sprinkle powdered sugar on it too. And honey. Cookie crumbs, red bean paste, chocolate syrup.” 

Ah. Infinity is nothing compared to the emotional barrier Satoru surrounds himself with. Even to you. Even after death.

Not a big deal. It’s just that you’ve known him since you were in kindergarten together as babies, grew up playing together, still kept in touch even after he went away to study jujutsu and you to art college, supported him through the pit he fell into after Geto’s defection, officially dated for four years and engaged for one until he called it quits. 

But hey, it’s not like your story ended there. It wasn't all so tragic. Break ups happen everyday.

Life goes on. He had his life and you had yours. The work report was due on Saturday. Your elderly neighbour needed help moving their fridge. Satoru blocked you on everything a week later. Your cousin had a baby shower. Taxes have to be filed soon. Your mom broke her hip, needed to be driven to the hospital. Whispers said that he’s found a woman to marry, that she’s the one, some said it’s all idle gossip, they’re just close friends and nothing more. You got a promotion at work. The washing machine had to be fixed. Mom needed help getting around so you moved in with her temporarily. Taxes again. Your cousin had another baby shower, a little girl this time. Life goes on. 

It’s fine. 

You sit with your mug of mulled wine and cinnamon cake at the dinner table. You’ve kept the same apartment all these years, it’s a familiar memory as Satoru pulls a chair to sit beside you. His hand goes right through the cake to his despair. You laugh. He giggles.

It’s fine. 

[kyxhiin]

What can the Marvel's eat?

The Justice League realized that there has been so many instances where the Marvel's (Mary, Cap, and Jr [you can add the Vasquez too]) consumed something inedible (shhhh everything's edible but you can try only certain things once...) everytime they had to get rid of it in a time crunch. This include things from an explosive, to poisons/ such as arsenic and Datura, to even things like kryptonite.

Now this led the JL to wonder.. What's the limit for them? These are things that played out in my brain lol. Number 1! Billy.

Broodman: Marvel, Try this.

Batman handing Captain Marvel a suspiciously heavily incased Vial of glass with some sort of solid metal inside of it.

Captain Marvel: Sure thing Mr. Batman!

Said Billy immediately putting the thing in his mouth, starting to crunch on it. Glass and other things could be heard breaking and shattering. Only about 3 seconds passed before he swallowed it.

Captain Marvel: Goley that sure tasted odd!

Batman: That's because it was plutonium. Now, how did it taste?

Number 2! Mary.

Hanging out in the Justice League watch tower. Munching on something from a mysterious bag.

Flash: Heya Mary, do you know where Cap i- Wait, what are you eating?

Mary Marvel: Oh nothinggg, just some dried cannabis leaves! Got them from a recent drug bust.

Flash immediately running and snatching the bag away from her.

Flash: WHAT? MARY, DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS DRUGS ARE? -Going on a small lecture- Who even got you these!

Mary Marvel:... Cap..

Flash: What.

Mary Marvel: Well! The people smuggled special fawcett leaves out of the city! It is incredibly dangerous to people who aren't from Fawcett.. And besides it's not even illegal anymore ! Now excuse me *grabbing the bag from the shocked flash* I'll continue doing my business in peace.

Number 3! Freddy.

During a fight with some random villain. The villain threw a massive cannon ball sized kryptonite shard at Superman. Junior, immediately flying over and catching the big shard of kryptonite.

Batman: Quick! Dispose of it!

Captain Marvel Jr.: UHH... UHHHH

The next second included Jr unhinging his jaw to an impossible level, cartoon style and swallowing the kryptonite shard.

JL members: .

The Villain: .

Green Lantern (Guy Gardner): WHAT THE F-

...

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Quite the Morning

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Nick Fowler x curvy!female Reader, soft!dark Ari Levinson x curvy!female Reader Word Count: 1.6k Summary: You wake up to quite the unexpected the next morning.

Content Warnings: modern AU; explicit smut: cockwarming, threesome, oral (male receiving), vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, clit play, cum shot/pearl necklace, cum play; dirty talk; crude language; slight degradation; slight objectificaton; implied somnophilia; fucking without feelings; taking and sharing intimate pictures; porn with almost no plot; brother's best friend

Author Notes: There is very nearly zero plot in this AU. It's really just porn with light connections to the other parts. This is the seventh offering for my Birthday Jubilee.

Additional Note: My dearest, loveliest, sluttiest Eva... You left this in my askbox in August of 2023. I knew the moment I saw it that it was for Ari. When I started this little potential idea with Ari last summer, I was fairly convinced it would be this Ari. So even though it took me ages to deliver, here he is - hopefully aged like fine wine.

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It wasn’t the cock you’ve been warming in your cunt that woke you up in the morning but the cock that tapped against your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered open, confusion quickly turning to shock as you realized what was happening.

Ari loomed over you, his muscular form silhouetted in the early morning light filtering through the curtains. His hand was wrapped around his shaft, guiding the tip of his cock to brush against your cheek.

"Looks like you two had fun without me," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

You froze, suddenly acutely aware of Nick's arm draped over your waist, his soft breath on your neck. The evidence of your night together was unmistakable - the musky scent of sex still lingered in the air, and you could feel the sticky remnants of your activities between your thighs.

And, of course, Nick’s long cock still speared inside you from the round he put you through only a couple of hours ago in the bleak pre-dawn. The third - or was it the fourth? - round of the night.

"Ari, I..." you started, but he cut you off with a sharp tut of his mouth.

"Save it," he said. "Look how you’ve got me.”

He fisted his hard cock for you, inches from your face eyes locked on yours. Your breathing was unsteady, but your hand reached up to span delicately over his stomach, fingers skimmed over the coarse hair, then landed on his hip.

“Like what you see?” he taunted, a smirk on his handsome face.

You blinked up at him and nodded, still a little groggy from the night's activities, but your body responded instinctively as he tapped his thick member against your cheek again. Your lips parted, and Ari took advantage, sliding the head of his cock into your mouth. The taste of him, musky and masculine, flooded your senses.

“Yeah, I know you’re desperate for this cock, aren’t you, honey? Especially since I didn’t give it to you night before last.”

Ari groaned softly as you begin to suck, your tongue swirling around his length. His hand slipped gently beneath your head, guiding your movements.

Behind you, Nick stirred, his arm tightening around your waist. You felt him stiffen as he registered Ari's presence, but he didn't pull away.

"Well," Nick murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Looks like we might have quite a morning ahead of us?"

Ari's eyes locked with Nick's over your head. There was a moment of tension, a silent communication passing between them. Then, almost imperceptibly, Ari nodded.

Nick's hand slid down your body, cupping your ass and pulling you tighter against him. His cock, still buried inside you, began to harden again. You moaned around Ari's length, the vibrations making him groan in response.

"That's it," Ari encouraged, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Take it all."

Nick began to move, shallow thrusts that made you whimper around Ari's cock. Your body was caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Ari's thick length filled your mouth while Nick's cock stretched you from behind.

"Such a greedy little slut," Ari murmured, his voice a mix of lust and something darker. "You were made to take more than one of us, weren’t you?"

You moaned in response, unable to form words with your mouth full. The sound seemed to spur both men on. Nick's thrusts became deeper, more forceful, while Ari began to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your hands gripped Ari's thighs, trying to steady yourself as you were rocked between the two men. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, muffled moans, and heavy breathing.

Nick's hand slipped around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation made you cry out around Ari's cock, your body trembling between them.

"Just like that," Nick murmured in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "Not such a sweet little thing after all, just a horny and willing and plump set of holes for your brother’s best friends."

Ari's grip on your hair tightened as he pushed deeper into your mouth. You relaxed your throat, taking him as far as you could. His low groan of pleasure sent a thrill through you.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Ari growled, his hips jerking slightly.

The dual sensations of being filled from both ends, combined with Nick's skilled fingers on your clit, quickly pushed you towards the edge. Your muffled moans grew more desperate as the tension built inside you.

Nick sensed your approaching climax and increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into you with renewed vigor. His fingers worked your clit relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Take it," he growled in your ear. "Come for us."

Your body tensed, trembling on the precipice of release. Ari's cock muffled your cries as the orgasm crashed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Nick's length. Waves of pleasure coursed through you, leaving you shaking and weak between the two men.

Ari pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax. He stroked himself, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you come undone.

And then he hissed as he came, shooting his load over your face, a second spurt down your neck, and the rest over your chest.

As Ari's warm seed splattered across your face and chest, Nick's thrusts became more erratic. His fingers dug into your hips as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing as all three of you came down from your respective highs. Ari's cum cooled on your skin as Nick's cock softened inside you, and you lay there feeling thoroughly used and utterly satisfied.

Slowly, Ari stepped back, his eyes roaming over your cum-covered face and heaving chest. A satisfied smirk played on his lips. "Now that's a sight," he murmured.

Nick carefully withdrew from you, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness. You could feel a mix of your juices and his cum trickling out of you. He went to stand by Ari, and smirked at the sight.

Their intense looks as they surveyed you like this had your core heating - not for another immediate liaison, but like magma, deep, heated, dangerous.

Ari bent down and rummaged in his sweats, standing back up with his phone in his hand.

“Mmm, yes,” Nick said. “Spread your legs for us,” he told you.

Pictures.

You shouldn’t.

But for them you wanted to.

You wanted them to have this piece of the lascivious you to remember.

So you did spread your legs.

You relished in the mixture of shame and arousal as Ari snapped several photos, capturing your debauched state. Your face and chest were covered in his cum, while Nick's seed leaked from between your thighs. Rebelling deliciously against what you know was probably your better judgment, you found yourself posing for the camera, spreading yourself wider and running your fingers through the sticky messes on your body.

"Fuck," Ari murmured, shifting his phone for another angle. "These will make for some nice memories."

Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes still roaming hungrily over your body. "Send those to me later," he told Ari.

You knew that having such compromising photos out there was risky. But, still riding the high of your intense encounter, relished in the thrill of knowing these two men would have such intimate images of you. That all three of you would know they existed days, months, even years from now.

"Perfect," Ari murmured, lowering his phone. "Sending them to you…” he made a few more taps on his phone, and then, “now.”

You registered the vibrating buzz of your own phone on the nightstand, and knowing he’d sent them to you as well shocked more satisfaction through you.

“Memories from out little... arrangement."

Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes still roaming over your body. "Speaking of which," he said, turning to Ari, "I think we need to have a chat about how this is going to work going forward."

Ari's expression turned serious as he met Nick's gaze. "Agreed. But first," he glanced back at you, sprawled on the bed and covered in their release. "I think someone needs to get cleaned up."

Nick smirked. "Good point. Care to join me in helping her with that?"

"I think that's a great idea," Ari replied, his eyes gleaming with renewed interest. "After all, we made quite a mess of her."

As they discussed you like you weren't there, your mind swirled with that continued arousal, the whisper of shame, excitement, and a touch of apprehension. You knew that whatever arrangement they were planning would likely push your boundaries even further.

There was also the understood but unaddressed reality that you were the little sister of their best friend. Conventionally off limits.

Before you could protest or agree, strong hands were lifting you from the bed. Ari scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style towards the bathroom. Nick followed close behind, smirking at you over Ari’s shoulder.

You didn’t know what you were in for, but you were so in so deep.

And you reveled in it.

Well, well, well... 😏

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05: how much i like you ⎯⎯ prev | masterlist

you are a promising new member of the third division who, for some reason, is always given a hard time by your vice-captain. to vent your frustrations you decide to reply to a twitter fanbase’s anonymous confession, only to find out that your post was not so anonymous after all...?!

Soshiro couldn’t believe his eyes.

His trembling hands almost dropped the phone when he hears three sharp knocks on his bedroom door, followed by a voice he knows all too well.

“Vice Captain? Sorry to bother you..”

Your voice is muffled slightly as he scrambles to his door, heart thundering against his ribcage, the realization finally dawning upon him. You’re actually here to see him.

You. The person he spent months pining, daydreaming— it’s not fair, you invade all his dreams, you won’t even let him sleep in peace.

“Vice Captain, are you there? Huh, I guess he’s asleep..”

Soshiro immediately slams his bedroom door open, revealing you, standing in front of his door with a shocked expression. “Uh— ’m still awake. Hi, Y/N.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, blushing scarlet.

“So...” you start, glancing up to sneak a peek at him. “you weren’t kidding, huh? You really l-like me?”

Soshiro raises his head and shifts his weight on one leg. You make him feel so self-conscious. He wonders if he looks okay with just a shirt and his uniform pants on. His hair is already messy— why did you have to come at such an hour?

“If you want to hear me make a fool of myself, come inside. I’ll be glad to tell you just how much I like you.”

You blink furiously, cheeks warm at the invitation.

The answer is obvious: you step inside his room, greeted by the warm air of his heater. Stacks upon stacks upon stacks of books litter his desk, papers folded neatly. His uniform jacket is splayed over his chair.

Soshiro closes the door with a click and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that it’s just the two of you together in one small room.

“I’ve been... quite childish, I admit.” Soshiro is oblivious to your flustered state, “I apologize. I shouldn’t have been such an intolerable pain in the ass. Looking back, I guess it wasn’t the best way to get your attention in the way I intended...”

His apology seems so clumsy and yet so well thought out, like he’s practiced it several times. You can’t believe that the great Hoshina Soshiro is actually fidgeting nervously in front of you.

“I’ve already forgiven you.” Smiling, you bravely reach for his hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Soshiro’s eyes shot up to meet yours, gleaming in surprise.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t also have a tiny crush on you, because I do.” You ramble on, ”Okay, it’s actually a pretty huge crush. I have a huge crush on you.”

Soshiro couldn’t believe his ears. His hands tremble once more, squeezing yours with equal ferocity, rubbing circles on the base of your thumb. “You do?”

You giggle and nod. “Mhm.”

He pulls you into a hug, engulfing you in the scent of his cologne. He’s breathless when he buries his blushing face in your hair. “You do.”

Gently, his hands rest on your waist as he looks down at your smiling face.

You inch yourself higher, inviting him for a kiss.

And he kisses you on the lips, deeply, backing you to his bed to push you down. His hands are tangled up in your locks, bringing you closer to him. He tastes sweet, his tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth.

Your own hands make their way to his hair, tugging on them playfully. He groans, pulling away to give you a wolfish grin. Smiling, you peck his cheek. “So.. how much do you really like me? Because Narumi Gen told me you’re absolutely lovesick.”

Soshiro raised an eyebrow before biting your neck playfully, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. “Don’t say another guy’s name in my presence. As for how much I like you...” his hands wander further down, eyes twinkling up to you mischievously, “how about I show you?”

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Signed with Love

iida tenya; secretary! fem! reader (pro hero au)

warnings: sfw, pre-relationship, angst, mentions of alcohol, lowkey simp y/n

part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5

🍓 — your eyes scanned the room as you waited patiently for iida to arrive, the rest of your colleagues were drinking and laughing loudly in the small but homey restaurant. in front of you was a barley touched glass of beer, you weren't a big drinker but you have a hard time saying no, so you just smiled and nodded when someone poured you a glass.

🍓 — you looked towards the empty seat beside you, you swallowed your spit. insecurities and even some anxiety bubbled up, after the recent events with your boss you grew distant with him. iida and your relationship slowly disappeared into an unknown fog, you wanted to reach out and help him loosen up. that this relationship is okay to have, and that he shouldn't be so strict with himself.

🍓 — a gentle sigh left your lips, you hoped that the kiss wasn't a one time thing. that you could feel him soft lips against yours once more, how he held your face so delicately. like you might break if he put any pressure on you, but the shock in his eyes once he pulled away. the way he took his jacket and just walked out your door, a cloud of emotions were raging in your head. was it you?

🍓 — you were taken out of your complex thoughts when you heard loud laughter, your colleagues giggling and cheering quietly when they saw iida walk in through the door. your eyes were on him immediately, watching him bow politely, how he straightend his back as his eyes traced over the many faces, until he landed on yours.

🍓 — iida coughed awkwardly as you two made eye contact, he brushed a hand through his dark blue hair. you waved him over gently while pointing at the chair that was empty beside you, he nodded and came over to you. on the way he was stopped by some of your co-workers but continued to his seat. he was tense, so were you.

🍓 — he gave you a soft bow and sat down beside you, you smiled and bowed back gently. "congratulations on the mission," you praised him quietly, iida looked at you and nodded. "thank you, it wouldn't have been possible without your help." you grinned to yourself, he was always so humble.

🍓 — your eyes traced over his form, how his white dress shirt squeezed around his beefy biceps, how his sleeves were rolled up perfectly to reveal his veins on his arms. you gulped gently, an awkward silence fell over you two. the mingling of the rest of the restaurant dropped into the background, your eyes met but you cut off the eye contact and took a sip of your beer. you hated the taste, but anything would help to escape this situation.

🍓 — "i didn't think you'd come," you spoke out truthfully and looked back at him, he coughed awkwardly and pushed his glasses back up. you could see how he tried to find the words, "i.. thought you didn't want to see me." he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

🍓 — you mouth hung open, your heart pounding heavily against your ribcage at his words. they made you ache. "it's still a dinner with the agency, you should attend them. no need to take my feelings into consideration." you rambled out as your face heated up, suddenly you felt the hot lights on your face. the laughter growing louder in your ears, you needed a small break.

🍓 — "how could i not take your feelings into consideration?" he asked, you could hear the genuine shock in his voice. it made your heart ache once more, he was such a polite and soft man, and this relationship was taboo. at least to iida.

🍓 — you felt your throat closen up, you got up softly. "excuse me for a second," you needed fresh air immediately, this restaurant grew so small on you, your head reeling with heavy thoughts. iida's longing gaze was crushing on your back as you walked towards the exit.

🍓 —you took a deep breath in of the crisp air, shit, you forgot your jacket inside. you walked a few feet over to a small alley, leaning against the wall and looking down at your feet. were you being too greedy? to just want iida all to yourself? you knew no other woman would appreciate him like you would.

🍓 — "sorry for making you uncomfortable." his voice cut out the silence, he leaned against the wall of the alley. "iida, you didn't make me uncomfortable." you reassured him quickly and eyed him shyly, "didn't i tell you to call me tenya?" he chuckled out, was.. was he teasing you?

🍓 — he walked closer and smiled down at you, did he suddenly have a change of heart? he seemed almost cunning, "yeah," you nodded and bit the inside of your cheek. "so why don't you call me that?" as much as he tried to be flirty the soft blush on his cheeks figures him out immediately, he was just trying to flirt. but it worked.

🍓 — "tenya." you whispered out into the cold air, he saw you shivering. he frowned and leaned in closer to you, his strong hands found itself on your jaw to lift up your chin, you gripped onto his forearms as you looked up at him.

🍓 — he leaned in and finally, connected his lips to yours again. the kiss felt longing, like he waited for this. he has suppressed his feelings for you for long enough, maybe he should calm down for once, take a breath of fresh air and just be with you.

🍓 — you closed your eyes and kissed him back, the wet smacking of your lips against eachother made your knees buckle. one arm wrapped itself around your waist as iida pushed you into the wall softly. his other arm was above your head as you two continued kissing.

🍓 — his tongue slipped into your mouth and that was the moment when you pulled away. "tenya, this.. you.." his breath fanned over your face as he adjusted his glasses on his nose, your soft stutters made him smile. "i'll wait for you inside."

[ofcrowsanddragons]

The First Kiss Scene That Didn't Include Any (Much?) Kissing / Rook's Demisexual Love Letter to Lucanis

Thank you for tagging me in WIP Wednesday, @basedonconjecture! Tagging @dustdeepsea, @i-had-bucky, @teyrnacousland, @thebaldursmouthgazette and @deputyrook if you have anything from fic to meta that you'd like to share.

This is a MUCH later snippet of my Rookanis fic, A Working Relationship, which jumps to the point where a young Crow Rook and an undercover "Luca" are in Minrathous and there are FEELINGS.

Thank you to @thedissonantverses for encouraging me as I worked on figuring out the dynamic between these two.

An earlier side fic, But I Won't Do That includes this bit of context:

Lucanis might have his own blindness, but he knew enough to realize that anything he could offer might not be seen as optional by the younger assassin, and the thought terrified him.

If such a thing happened, Viago could slit his throat and Lucanis would prearrange to hide the body.

Here's the first draft of the first kiss/almost kiss scene. The final version might be different, but I need to write another 20-30k words to get there. (Power dynamics, consent issues addressed, no sex).

I leaned in, placing one hand gently against the back of the chaise. I kept my weight on my feet, ready to step back if I was rebuffed. My whole body was tight with anticipation, my mind ready to pull back at the rejection I knew was coming.

Instead, Luca raised his eyes to mine.

I could drown in them, I thought. His eyes had gone dark with want, for all that he looked at me like something wounded.

He held himself rigid, like he was afraid to move. His jaw was slack, peppered with evening stubble across the warm tones of his skin, and his lips were parted just so.

Without thought, drawn to the heat of him, I reached across his other shoulder and braced my hand against the chaise. I boxed him in, tentative, and the fabric of my sleeve just barely brushed his arm.

I let my weight fall onto the chaise, and the inside of my knee brushed against his thigh. It felt like lightning, and I sucked in a breath, desperate to keep my eyes on Luca, to not be distracted by my own reactions.

He was trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Luca raised a hand from where it rested on the side of the chaise. There was a barely visible shake in the fingers as his arm skirted over the velvet cushions and came to hover near my hip, like he was afraid to touch me. Taking it as a sign of his interest, I sighed out my relief even as I kept the toes of one foot on the floor, ready to pull away if he needed me to.

My back leg trembled, and I wanted nothing more than to fall into his lap. The heat from his muscular thigh on the inside of my leg was agony, and I felt weak with it.

I was afraid to touch him, too. I was afraid to push too far.

“Look at me,” I breathed, inches away from his face.

Warm, brown eyes met mine, and I marvelled at the softness of them. At the smooth planes of his face and the mole next to his hairline. At the crease between his brow and the spot next to his nose. At the creases in his bottom lip.

His tongue darted out on reflex, to wet the lips even as he prepared to push me away.

“You don't have to do this,” he said, even as his eyes fell to my lips and he tilted his face to match mine. The fear in his voice was real. “Please tell me you know that.”

The warm breath from his voice was close enough to feel against my lips, and I bit my lower lip without thinking, sweeping my tongue out to soothe the dryness I found there. My mind felt like it was full of the thick, sweet syrup used by a nearby street vendor.

“I don't know if I can stop,” I said, too honest. Not knowing what he wanted, too full of whatever I was feeling to make room for him, I tasted something like failure at the back of my mouth.

He met my eyes, and his fingers finally brushed against my hip. The lightness of it felt like a brand, striking like a viper through my nerves and into my chest. I had to slap down the instinctive rise of my magic to meet it.

I gasped, falling forward another inch as I struggled to keep my eyes on his.

Luca’s eyebrows were furrowed as he kept his touch light on my hip, his other hand clenched in the cushions. All of the tension in his body was held away from me, in his legs and core and his far arm. I didn't know what he was holding back, but I wanted to beg for it. I wanted him to pull me down and fist his hand in my hair like he was holding the cushion and I knew it was too much.

That light touch, urging me closer. I obeyed without a thought.

Luca tilted his head forward and I let my forehead meet his in a gentle touch. It felt like a cool breeze on a summer day, and I sighed into it with relief, closing my eyes.

“Any advantage you want,” he breathed in promise, “It's yours for the asking. I don't want…”

I should stop, I thought, but I was afraid of what would happen if I did. I was afraid that he would look at me afterward like a student who had tried to seduce him for safety, for power, for resources. For a chance to live.

“You've given me everything I've asked for,” I said, tilting back so that my lips almost brushed his. “Can I ask for something else?”

“Anything within my power,” he vowed, breath ghosting across my lips.

I pulled away enough to meet his eyes, feeling an overwhelming wave of my own emotion threatening to spill out of them.

His hand dropped, instantly. His expression was guarded, on the verge of the desperate triumph of being proven right.

“Believe me,” I begged, meeting his desperation with my own. “Believe me when I say that I want you.”

He searched my face, eyes flickering across my features. “Why?”

I finally stopped resisting the urge to touch, and I let my hands grasp at his shoulders. He startled, like it was a shock I would touch him this way.

The wants of my own flesh barely registered. The only thing I needed was this.

“Because you're beautiful,” I said, reaching for the meaning that meant more than his handsome face or his grace in battle. “Because the first day I met you, you started changing out our rations until everyone had something they enjoyed eating, not just me. Because you're kind when you don't have to be—because when the world tells you not to be, you'll be kinder out of spite.”

His lips twitched with a pull at the corner that was barely a smile. “Acting out of spite is hardly a virtue.”

“I don't care,” I said, leaning fully into his space, drawing both feet up so that I was kneeling on either side of his leg, a blasphemous approximation of an Andrastian chant. “Void damn it, Luca, I'm an assassin. You told me yourself that there's no virtue in what we do.”

His expression changed, slackened into something softer. “You make me wonder if it could be different,” he told me, with something like a smile rising up from his eyes.

My heart was pounding in my ears, as fast as a sparrow’s. I fought the urge to run, feeling the unfairness of doing so when I had trapped Luca so thoroughly. I forced myself to meet his eyes, even as the sensations of the man’s warm body beneath my legs and hands rose into the foreground.

I blew out a breath. “I want you. What do you want?”

Something seemed to rise in him at those words, settling over his face and pulling at his restraint, and it thrilled through me like a wave of electricity. He held fast, holding himself back, only bringing his hand back to my hip in a touch so feather light it risked driving me insane.

“I just…” Luca started, and trailed off like he didn't know what he was trying to say. The hand at my hip settled more firmly into the position he'd use to lead me in a dance. “I want—”

He cut himself off with a growl of frustration and brought his free hand to my shoulder. In one smooth movement, he threw me onto my back on the soft, velvet cushions of the chaise. I had to force myself to relax into it, and I let my arms fall, boneless, along the back and over the edge of the couch.

“Is it too much,” said Luca, kneeling between my legs, with one elbow against the back of the chaise gripping my arm, “To want you to feel like you don't have to be afraid?”

“We're dangerous people,” I said gently, tilting my chin to expose my throat. “Maybe I know what that means, and I trust you not to hurt me.”

He rolled off the chaise into a crouch on the floor. I felt the bitter disappointment at the loss of contact, but I stayed on the cushions, following his movement only with my eyes. I was exhausted, aroused, and beyond ready to retreat into my bedroom to cry into the pillows. The points of warmth on my body that Luca had touched tingled with the awareness of the loss of him. I had been expecting a rejection, but I didn't know what this was.

With too much gentleness, Luca reached from where he had settled on the floor, to hold my hand where I had allowed it to drape over the edge.

He met my eyes. “I don't want you to be afraid.”

I pulled his hand up onto the cushion, slow and telegraphed, forcing him to let go or move so that his knees were closer to the base of the chaise. He chose to move forward, and I turned onto my side. He watched carefully as I pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, next to the meat of his thumb, and then rested my cheek against it like a pillow. I let my eyes fall shut.

His breathing was even and deliberate in the way that we’re trained to be.

I let my mind drift to the solid mountain of my dreams, where my feet were always on the ground and there was always a way forward, no matter what obstacle rose in front of me.

Frowning, still focusing on the way the imaginary light reflected from the harsh alpine trail, I told him, “I don’t know how to stop being afraid. What does it feel like, when you’re not afraid?”

The sound of wet laughter. “I’m not sure I can answer that right now.”

“Maybe,” I said, opening my eyes, “We can find out together?”

Too much hope was riding on the last word, but Luca didn’t pull away. Instead, the smile—maybe the first real, true smile I had ever seen from him—lit up his eyes in a way that took my breath away. I let what was probably a stunned smile play across my face, in turn.

“Maybe so,” he said, voice soft as he shuffled forward so that he could rest his head against mine.

I let my breathing match his, and let the time pass me by, luxuriating in the closeness of another being who I somehow, miraculously, trusted with more than my life.

[faghubby]

So Big

I stood there in awe watching my wife, Jen get railed by a monster of a cock. She moaned and cried muffled into a pillow, as he drove his 12 inch, two inch thick black cock into her pussy. This man just looked over at me and smiled. He plunged deep and pumped his load inside her. As he pulled out Jen just collapsed on the bed. Without a word this man put back on his pants and left.

Jen passed out. I don't even think she knew I was there. I went to her. Cum leaked out of her in great globs. He pussy was red and swollen. I was so turned on. I stuck my fingers in her she didn't make a sound. Even as I pushed four fingers in. Cum flowed down my hand now covered in this man's cum. I thought for a moment then bought it to my tounge. Tasting this man's cum. I took more sucking my finger clean. Jen moved and I quickly left and washed my hands.

I went for a drive giving Jen time to recover. I didn't know what to do. It was like a dream come true. But would she leave me? Or freak out if she knew I was aware that she had cheated on me. It couldn't be the first time. I mean his cock was enormous. I found myself at a unpopular trail head. I got out and walked into the woods bit. Dropped my pants and jerked off. Feeling brave I stripped completely and rubbed my nipples as I jerked off. I caught my sperm in my hand and ate it. It was different then the black man's. Water down prehaps. Not as strong. Suddenly feeling exposed I got dressed and went back to my car. On the way home I stopped and bought Jen flowers.

Jen was up. Dressed in sweats. She was curled up on the couch.

"Hey baby" I kissed her giving her the flowers.

"So sweet" she told me. As she got up I noticed she was moving slowly.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Craps" she half smiled.

"Well then let's just order in" I told her. She kissed me agsin. I wondered if his cum was still leaking out of her. We sat on the couch and cuddled as we shared Chinese food.

"I am so lucky to have you" she told me. She then said she was going to take a bath. I cleaned up. And was watching the weather when Jen texted me to come upstairs. I half ran up the stairs to find Jen in her robe sitting on the bed. A video of her getting fucked playing on the TV. I dead stopped.

"What's this?" I tried to sound mad. It reached the part where he left. Then I enter the frame.

She turned and stared at me as the scene of me fingering her played out. She stopped it I stuck my finger in my mouth.

"Paul, out with it. I don't want half truths or lies. Tell me all of it" Jen told me.

"I, well I. Um." I stood there babbling

"He came in the shop last week. His name is David. He has a way. I fucked him. No that's not right HE fucked me right in the changing room. After I had know him for 5 minutes. He nearly split me in two. He has fucked me almost every day since." Jen told me.

"I like to wear your panties and play with myself. Thinking of you getting gangbanged." I spit out.

"Put on your favorite pair" Jen told me. I rushed to her drawer and in the back pulled out a pair of pink lace front briefs. I quickly stripped and put them on. My dick throbbing. I was suddenly ashamed of my 5 inches. Thinking about her lover.

Jen got up and pulled out the matching bra to the panties and put it on me. It was silly I didn't have breast as she adjusted the straps. She pushed me on to the bed. Without a word she pulled out her pink vibrator and lube.

"Jen I never" I started.

"Everyone has a first time" she told me as she pulled had me kneel like she had for her lover. And worked a lubed finger in my ass.

"I don't need your pee pee anymore. I wouldn't feel it anyway." Jen told me as she worked her toy into my ass. It felt amazing. I reached up and starts to jerk off.

"Stop that" Jen told me forcing the toy in deeper. I cried as she fucked me with the toy. "You don't get to jerk off like a man anymore" she told me. "We can get you one of those dick cages" she told me as she rammed the toy in and out of my ass. I could barely walk after she was done. I slept in her bra and panties.

When I came home from work I was greeted at the door. She pushed me to the floor and sat on my face. Cum flowed into my mouth. She wasn't satisfied until I had cleaned it all out of her.

"My little cum sucker" she called me as she let me up. "Why don't you go put on some panties" she told me with a wink smacking my ass lightly as she walked away. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. I must of swallowed a gallon of cum. I found a red satin pair of panties and slid them on my dick rock hard poking out. Then went to put on my sweats but saw Jen's leggings on the floor. I picked them up. We were about the same size I was a little taller. I tried them on. They rode up my calves a little but fit, I tossed on a big oversized tee and went downstairs. I wondered how long it would take her to notice. She didn't say a word just smacked my ass harder as she walked by. We ate dinner I went to watch TV and Jen snuggled uo next to me. Her hand slid under my shirt and teased my nipples. He hands slid down over my bulge quickly and rubbed my inner thighs.

"You are so excited, do you want my toy in your ass again" she teased. I shook my head no. "I think you will learn to crave it" she laughed. She teased me for over an hour before she just stopped. I wanted her so bad. But she just would let me cuddle.

In the morning Jen handed me a pair of panties

"Where these to work" she told me rubbing my growing bulge. They where little yellow bikini type panties. I barely was able to contain myself in them I was so excited. I couldn't take it and on my way to work I stopped along the side of the road and jerked off. I licked all my cum off my hand.

It helped a little but wearing panties all day. Made me excited. I wondered if anyone could tell. I snuck off to a vacant office and stripped naked. I jerked off hopeing I would get caught. I sent Jen a pic. She didn't respond.

When I arrived home Jen was waiting.

"Strip you naughty little bitch" she commanded. I stripped completely right in the front hall. She led me straight to the dining room.

"Sit" she told me pulling out a chair a dildo was attached to it. It glistening with lube. I wanted to complain but one look and I lowered myself onto the toy. Jen was patient as I took some time to work it in.

"You like that don't you" Jen smiled then placed another dildo on the table. "Suck it cunt" she told me. "If it helps it was inside me only a few minutes ago." I lowered my head and took the head in my mouth. Jen started to give me directions on how to suck cock. she had me start fucking myself on the toy as I sucked the other toy. Jen slid under the table i thought she was going to sudk my dick instead she jerked me off. I came quick. She fiddled with something I heard a click and she came out from under the table. She pulled my head off the toy. She slathered my cum all over the toy and then had me clean it.

"We are going to shave you from your eyebrows to your toes" Jen told me having me stand she led me upstairs. She rubbed hair removal gel all over my body. My body tingled even burned before she shoved me in the shower. The hair came off in clumps. I looked down at the tiny cage she had locked me in. Jen got in the shower still wearing her clothes and shaved any little hairs we missed.

Then had me stand there as she rubbed lotion over every inch of my body.

"You are going to put that on next" Jen told me pointing to the back of the door. There was a pink dress. First Jen handed me a pair of pink thong they read SISSY across the front. A bra followed. Along with white stay up stockings. She then had me pull the dress on it was tight fit like a second skin. I pulled it down put it constantly rode up exposing half my ass. In the bedroom she produced a pair of high heel pink boots. She wasn't done. Sitting me down she applied makeup and lipstick. I looked like a cheap slut. Jen even added a bow to my hair. A spritz of her perfume. Then to ,y surprise she produced a needle and pierced my ears. Putting in little pink gems.

Jen was watching me learn to walk in the boots when the door opened in walked David. Pushing past me he grabbed Jen . He bent her over the kitchen counter and tore her pants off. He was balls deep before I even was able to stable my self in the boots. I watched as Jen let him use her. He grabbed Jen and went to push he to the floor.

"Please let Paula have it." She begged. David crossed the room with such speed. He pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth.

"Take it sweety just like I showed you" but he was so much bigger. I could only suck the head. It didn't matter he was on the verge anyway. And I was drowned in his cum. Most of it hitting me in the face. I couldn't even wipe my face before I was pulled to my feet and bent over the counter just like Jen had been. Dress pulled uo and panties pulled to the side as he tried to push his cock in. Jen tried to help by adding more lube. The head popped in and pain shot thru me he was tearing me apart. As he worked that monster in my ass.

"God she's tight" David moaned as he shoved more inside me. Jen got on the other side of the counter and held ,y hands as he fucked me. With such force he would make me stand on my tiptoes.

"This is what you wanted, you have always wanted. You are a faggot now. No reason to be afraid. You always wanted this where just to afraid to admit it even to yourself" Jen told me as David continued to abuse my ass.

"Yes I am" I wimpered through my tears.

[kinsfics]

we fell in love in the middle of nowhere – steve harrington

▶︎ NOW PLAYING: middle of nowhere by frawley

⸺ summary: Hawkins, Indiana was never enough for (Y/N). She had big dreams and an even bigger future ahead of her. Everyone always said she was destined for more than the small Indiana town could ever give her. She could only hope Steve was too.

⸺ author's note: I'm gonna be editing/rewriting and posting all of my stories that were on my old account onto here since I have no inspiration to write anything new right now lol

We used to meet up at the park

We knew the shortcuts all by heart

Raced to the top of the swing set

To escape the town that we lived in

We fell in love in the middle of nowhere

“You sure took your sweet time, Harrington,” You say as soon as you see the unmistakable head of hair belonging to the one and only Steve Harrington.

“Sorry, babe. You know how long it takes to get this under control,” he says with a smirk, gesturing to his hair. He strolls over to where you’re sitting on the swing and stands in front of you. You stand up to greet him, and he takes you into his arms. Leaning in as if to kiss you, he whispers, “Race you to the top of the swing set,” before taking off.

“Cheater!” You yell, running after him. You catch up with him and watch as he stands victorious at the top of the playground. “No fair,” you pout at him. Steve laughs before reaching toward you to brush a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. He stares into your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers, staring into your eyes. Before you get a chance to respond, he’s leaning in and kissing you.

I always hated that small town

I couldn’t wait ‘til I got out

Couldn’t drive but I had some car keys

And you promised you would come with me

But you stayed in the middle of nowhere

You and Steve had the time of your lives that summer. But there was always the desire for something more. You had been ecstatic when the chance came for you to get out of Hawkins, Indiana.

“Your parents bought you a car?” Steve gawked, making you laugh.

“Yeah, it’s a present for graduating with straight ‘A’s,” you explained, holding up your car keys.

“You don’t even have your license,” Steve frowned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I will soon. And when I do, I’m taking this baby and getting the hell out of this town,” you said, looking longingly at your new car.

“You know I’ll follow you anywhere,” Steve had promised, punctuating it with a kiss to your cheek. But when the time came, you drove away in your new car, leaving Steve in your rear view mirror.

Tell me how we ended up miles apart

With nothing in my bag and only half a heart

I knew that it was stupid

But I just needed a change

As you stand in a new town, unfamiliar faces all around you, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up so far away from the boy you loved. Dragging your near-empty suitcase behind you, you leave the airport, leaving more than just your old clothes behind.

Now part of me is sitting in the place we met

The front seat of your car smelled like cigarettes

I guess I kinda loved it

‘Cause it’s etched inside my brain

Sitting in the cab on the way to your new apartment, you can’t help but think back to a better time. A less lonely time.

“Those things will kill you, y’know,” you say, watching as Steve takes a drag of his cigarette. He shrugs but takes it out of his mouth and flicks it out of the window.

“Better?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Much,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You could still taste the cigarette smoke on his tongue.

I tried to change

To be someone new

So I went to Paris to be in a city

That’s time zones away

Now I’m up ‘til two (I’m up ‘til two)

I made it all the way, but it’s no use

My heart’s in the middle of nowhere with you

Paris was the opposite of Hawkins. Filled with bustling crowds of people, unfamiliar noises, and cars racing past, you can’t help but wonder what the hell you were thinking. You had told Steve you wanted a change. You didn’t want to be the girl with big dreams who never made it out. But now, as you lie awake in bed at two in the morning, you can’t help but wonder if it would have been all that bad to stay in the middle of nowhere with him.

[munsonsmixtapes]

It’ll Be Our Little Secret

This is my first time writing something like this for Billy so please be gentle with me!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) spanking, degradation, use of the words slut and whore, hurt/no comfort

The boys’ locker room is empty when you enter it. You feel weird being there, but Steve told you to meet him by the door after school so he could give you a ride home. But he’s nowhere to be found. No one’s there, but you’re still worried that you’re going to see something you shouldn’t. You don’t know why though since it’s not something you haven’t seen before.

You’ve got a reputation around Hawking for being a “good girl” even though you haven’t been one of those in a long time. It’s only because you don’t really party and no one ever sees you drink or do drugs. But if they could see what you get up to behind closed doors then maybe the rumors would stop.

You get further into the locker room and stop when you hear water running, steam coming from the other side. You figure it’s just Steve and he forgot to tell you he was taking a shower, so imagine your surprise when you see Billy Hargrove where you think your friend should be.

His back is turned but you just know it’s him by the hair. As soon as you catch sight of his ass, you turn on your heel even though you want to look a little longer. You don’t like him but you can appreciate a good ass when you see one. But now you’ve got to get out of here before he sees you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you hear from behind you and you cringe at the nickname. You’ve hated Billy Hargrove since the moment you met him and that’s not going to change anytime soon. You’ve seen the way he treats women and that’s always left a bad taste in your mouth. You honestly can’t comprehend why any woman would willingly sleep with him and why they all seem to be thirsting over him when guys like Steve are right there.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” You snap as you turn around, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s a shame too because Billy was hoping he could sneak a peek at your tits before you noticed.

“I could ask you the same question,” he says as he turns around fully, his entire crotch on display for a few seconds before he covers his waist with a towel. “You are aware that this is the boys’ locker room, right? Didn’t peg you for a perv, but I think I could be into that.”

“I was looking for Steve.” You’re glaring at him now, really wishing it was Steve you had walked in on despite how awkward that would have been.

“Right, your little boyfriend.” The words are said so bitterly and you know exactly why. Billy hasn’t exactly been quiet about how badly he wants to fuck you. But you know it’s only to cross you off some sort of list, not because he actually wants to.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You don’t know why Billy saying that Steve is your boyfriend bothers you so much, but it does.

“Well, isn’t it my lucky day?” He’s stepping closer to you know and you’re backing away, deciding that it’s best to just leave and not encourage his behavior.

“It’s not, actually. Because I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.” Billy’s eyebrows shoot up And then he lets out a laugh.

“Slow down, no one said anything about fucking, doll. But I think I could change your mind. I mean, I know you’ve thought about me naked.” You would never tell him that you actually have. You would never tell him that you’re actually thinking about it right now, his cock becoming even more visible as you glance at it as quickly as possible, not wanting to get caught.

“Caught you,” he says, stepping forward and pressing his body against yours so you can feel his erection against you. You try not to think about how badly you want it inside of you, how you want him to pin you against the shower wall and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you glare, so close to letting your guard down and just tell him what he wants to hear because it’s the truth.

“I know you were looking at my cock,” he smirks, his hands moving down to your ass. “I can show you if you want.”

There has to be some sort of catch. You’re sure of it. Because Billy isn’t one to do anything out of generosity. Everything comes with a price and you’re willing to pay.

“Show me then,” you command, batting your eyelashes at him in an attempt to be flirty. He makes a show out of it, reaching up and slowly opening the towel to show you his rock hard cock for only a few seconds before wrapping it back around his waist.

That’s it. You need him and you need him now. The image of him is burned into your brain and you need him inside you even though you’re pretty sure he was showing you what you can’t have because he’s a dick.

“Wow,” you tell him, pulling him to you as you reach up and fiddle with one of his curls. “I think that’s the best cock I’ve ever seen.” For once, you’re not using a line and Billy seems to know that because before you can make sense of what’s happening, he’s pushing you against one of the shower walls, his hands sliding up your dress to your panties.

“You want it?” He asks and you nod enthusiastically, the whole thing making you feel dizzy. He pushes down your panties and they pool at your feet as he digs his fingers into your hips, taking no time to pound into you over and over, his whole cock sliding inside you again and again, pulling the prettiest moans from your mouth.

It’s so painful because of the size of him but he just feels so good that you don’t want him to stop. Your arms go to his neck while you wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more access and he takes advantage, holding his cock there for a few seconds to see just how long you can take it.

“Look at you, taking it like the little slut you are. Never pegged you for a whore, doll, but I actually think that makes you even more hot,” he tells you through labored breaths and you never thought Billy was even capable of giving out compliments.

You’re too out of it to think. This whole thing has made you stupid and now you finally understand what people mean they they say that someone fucked their brains out. It’s all mush now, but you don’t even care. It’s only been a few minutes, but this is the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Does Harrington fuck you like this?” He asks, then lets out a laugh. “Bet he doesn’t. He only likes missionary.” You’ve never slept with Steve, but you also know this to be true.

“Wouldn’t know,” you reply. “I’ve never fucked him.” This surprises Billy but he hides it well. He can’t believe that Steve’s never fucked you and kinda likes that he beat him to the punch.

“Good. You’re too good for him anyway.” You’re caught off guard by his words and apparently so is he because his mouth dropping open matches your expression. But he wipes his off first, pounding into you ever harder until your clenching around him, your eyes shut tight as you come. Your back arches as Billy holds onto you, fucking you absolutely senseless as you come.

Once you come down, Billy pulls out and sets you back on the floor before pulling your panties up. He then gives your ass a hard smack which makes you gasp before he sends you on your way, but not before telling you that it’ll be a secret just between the two of you.

He’ll never admit that that was the best sex he ever had nor that he maybe, kind of, sort of…likes you. He won’t even admit it to himself. He’ll tell himself that it’s just because you’re the only person besides his sister that doesn’t take any of his shit, and yeah, sure that’s part of it. But you’re also pretty and smart. You’re also the only person Billy’s ever liked like that. And you also will never return his feelings so what’s the point? Billy is many things, but a person who has unrequited feelings isn’t one of them. He’s never been that and he’s most certainly not going to start now.

[tales-of-wocdes]

Mc going inside the kitchen on their own just holding up an empty bowl for more food like a sad little orphan they are and havard finding them sitting on top of the kitchen counter fed by a dozen or so different staff who coo at them and complain for them to eat more so they aren't just skin and bone like a group of mother hens, distant aunt's and uncles.

And good heavens! when did the twins appear here too? Stop feeding them so much sugar sweets! do you all know how hard it is to bath and put to bed a kid with a sugar rush?!

Just like you practiced... You sneak into kitchens with your empty bowl. It is the middle of the day which is perfect for your purposes.

Oh, someone is already noticing you! You have to hurry, the woman is coming over.

So you sit on the floor, and hold out your bowl. You make your eyes as large as possible. Just like Lexia taught you. She said, you are very good at looking pitiful... not sure what that means but your eyes are apparently good.

You can already see the woman's steps falter for a moment. Then she doubles her speed.

It's working!

You barely have time to process what happens. "No sitting on the floor in my kitchen, you little brat!" She says, while scooping you up, and plopping you down to sit on the counter. "You!" She points at a young man, and grabs your bowl at the same time. "Get the wyvern stew." She throws your bowl at the man who rushes off to a huge pot on the fire that smells really good.

The woman spins around and inspects you. "Look at you, all skin and bones. What has Havard been feeding you, brat? You need meat on those bones." The woman muttered.

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Havard was looking for MC who was not at their room. Having asked Lexia via the communicator pin, he was now heading to the kitchen.

He arrived to find a scene that made him stop to watch the chaos. MC was sitting on the counter, stuffing their face with the help of several cooks where their own hands failed. Bruna, the head cook, loudly complained about the state MC was in between making sure the child was chewing properly and spoon-feeding MC... was that wyvern stew?

"All those ancients and can't even cure a little brat's hands... What are they good for then?" She wiped MC's mouth. "Is that good?" MC nodded, licking their lips.

"Good." Bruna tapped a cook cooing at MC on the shoulder. "Bring some of that glowberry pudding we made earlier. That should be easy to eat for dessert." She gestured towards a massive bowl full of faintly glowing pudding. MC perked up trying to see, but was distracted by a hand holding out a massive cookie that needed eating.

The cook rushed off to get some pudding. Havard could swear that there was already a clear hole in the massive pudding pile...

Bruna grabbed another cook by the hand, stopping them from giving MC a cup of something steaming. "That's emberoot juice! You want the brat to not taste anything for the week? Get something milder. Frostmelon or moonmoss." Bruna turned back to MC, seeing the cookie. "Or milk. Get milk."

"You know... I have been watching it happen and I still have no idea how the kid keeps eating." Havard glanced tot the side to find Lexia watching the scene, eating her owl bowl of stew. "It's a wonder the kid hasn't burst open yet."

Havard did observe that every cook wanted to feed MC something... and was succeeding at least when Bruna did not stop them.

"Also, look there." Lexia said and pointed.

Under the pudding table, a pair of small hands were holding out two empty bowls... The cooks pretended not to notice aside from the one who grabbed the bowls, filled them with pudding and slid them under the table.

"The twins?" Havard asked.

"Yep. Only deserts go under that table. Alessa and Sandor were by three times, but the cooks pretended not to know where the twins were. Got hit with the double puppy eyes early on and have not recovered since."

Havard sighed. He was the head custodian... It was his duty to put a stop to this. They probably already had two kids on a sugar rush, and MC was getting there....

At least MC was eating actual food... He hoped they would not throw up.

Havard decided he would do his duty... after he had a bowl of that stew.