#this is me clawing at the walls over missing my boyfriend

[gl4ssfan]

im going insane im going crazy i live in a fucking society IM OFF MY ROCKER I NEED A MENTAL HOSPITALLLL

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ sad girl ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! there is also a part one to this story, million dollar man! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ one week had passed since your boyfriend, sang-woo, reappeared in your life under strange circumstances that made your blood run cold. for two agonizing weeks, he had vanished without explanation. then, he returned, battered and hollow-eyed, his face bearing scars that seemed etched not only into his skin but into his very soul. he had come to your door clutching a bag of cash, his body trembling, his clothes soaked with sweat. “wait for me,” he had whispered, his voice hoarse and desperate. you promised you would, and so you did.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your mind, every detail a puzzle you couldn’t solve. had he been involved in something criminal? was he tangled in debts or worse? the thought that he might be ensnared in something far beyond your understanding consumed you. the sight of him, standing there, so broken and afraid, haunted you. you didn’t want to believe he was in danger, but deep down, you couldn’t dismiss the fear.

˚ ༘♡ then, this morning, a text came through on your phone. it was brief, offering no answers, only an instruction, “come to my house.” no explanation, no reassurance, merely a summoning. the clock had barely struck six, but you didn’t hesitate. sleep clung to you as you threw on the white, wool coat he had gifted you months ago for your three-month anniversary.

˚ ༘♡ the streets were quiet, the morning air biting at your skin as you made your way to his home. every breath a battle against the anxiety clawing at your chest. when you reached his door, it swung open almost immediately.

˚ ༘♡ before you could say a word, he pulled you inside, his movements quick, the door closing behind you with a soft click. the air inside was warm, contrasting the chill outside, but it did little to ease the tension in your body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re here,” he murmured, his voice low, and then his lips kissed your cheek, cool and brief, a gesture that was both familiar and foreign. the touch left your skin tingling, not with comfort but with unease. his eyes lingered on you, their usual sharpness dulled by something you couldn’t place, something sinister.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped back from him, your voice trembling but firm. “you have to tell me everything right now,” you demanded, though the weight of your exhaustion seeped into every word. the fear you’d carried for weeks had worn you down, leaving sorrow in its wake. “i can’t keep living like this, with all the secrecy and half-truths. it’s killing me.”

˚ ༘♡ as you glanced around, you noticed his home looked different, emptier than you remembered. furniture was missing, and stacks of boxes lined the walls, their presence unnerving. your eyes narrowed as you turned back to him. “are you moving? why didn’t you tell me anything?” your voice cracked with disbelief. then, anger surged, and you shoved his chest, your frustration spilling over. “this has to stop! you can’t keep throwing money and gifts at me, thinking it’ll distract me from everything you’re hiding!”

˚ ༘♡ his posture stiffened, his muscles taut under the pressure of your words. his jaw clenched tightly, and for a moment, he looked away, as though searching for the right response. when he spoke, his voice was strained, his frustration cutting through. “if you would only give me a chance!” he snapped, the sharpness of his tone filling the room. his chest heaved and fell rapidly as he struggled to compose himself.

˚ ༘♡ letting out a slow, deep breath, he rubbed his temple, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled off his glasses. without them, his eyes looked more vulnerable, the walls he so carefully built around himself momentarily exposed. “why can’t you trust me?” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with a mixture of anger and hurt. “why is it so hard for you to believe in me?”

˚ ༘♡ the scars on his face had faded slightly but still marred his handsome, angular features. your eyes lingered on them, the memories of his battered appearance resurfacing with a painful clarity. tears welled up, blurring your vision, and a tightness settled in your throat. “then tell me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the truth he was about to share. “it was business dealings,” he began, his tone measured, “not illegal, but high-risk. it was meant to be a way to increase my earnings, and it worked. it was highly profitable and lucrative in the fiscal aspect. it was presented as a secure business opportunity.”

˚ ༘♡ you narrowed your gaze, suspicion flaring. “how much money are you talking about?”

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. “forty-five billion six hundred million won,” he said, his expression unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in you throat, your mind struggling to process the sheer enormity of the figure. “what?” you managed to choke out, your disbelief evident. “sang-woo, that kind of money doesn’t come without strings attached. it can’t be clean.”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened, and he looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. “do you trust me enough to believe it is?”

˚ ༘♡ you faltered, the strength of his question bearing down on you. he wasn’t explaining, he was testing your loyalty, your ability to have faith in him despite the glaring inconsistencies. deep down, doubt clawed at you, but your love for him, flawed and reckless as it was, overpowered your reservations. “i trust you,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “i’m sorry for questioning you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded, the tension in his frame easing slightly, though his gaze remained guarded. “the investment fund ended a few weeks ago,” he continued, his tone darker now. “it got messy, very messy.” his bruised hand lifted, gesturing to the faint scars on his face. “this… was the price of my involvement.”

˚ ༘♡ the word lingered between you, heavy and suffocating. you stared at him, the weight of his choices crashing down on you like an unbearable tide. “why didn’t you tell me?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “don’t you know I would have stood by you? no matter what?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes darkened, and his voice rose intensely, startling you. “because I didn’t want to drag you into my problems!” he shouted, the force of his words filling the room and making you flinch. the reaction caught him off guard, his frustration fading as he noticed the fear on your pallid face. he let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his disheveled hair before pacing the length of the room. when he returned, his expression softened, and he cupped your face gently, his touch warm despite the tension. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with regret. “i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ you had hoped that hearing the truth would make things easier, that it would bring the clarity you craved. but instead, it felt as though the distance between you had grown wider. “sang-woo,” you said softly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, “i don’t care what you’ve done or what happened. i only want to know that you’re safe, that we’ll be okay.” tears spilled freely down your pale cheeks, salty streaks marking the anguish you couldn’t hide.

˚ ༘♡ his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. your head rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in a way his words couldn’t. his hand moved slowly along your back, a comforting motion that was far different than the turmoil brewing within you. “everything will be fine,” he whispered, his tone firm yet almost pleading. “i promise, it’ll all be fine.”

˚ ༘♡ despite his reassurance, you couldn’t shake the pang of unease in your stomach. his words might have been meant to comfort, but they felt fragile, as though they could shatter under the strain of whatever truths still remained hidden.

˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, his hand gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his. his gaze was steady, filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “i want to spend my life with you. to get married, have a family…”

˚ ༘♡ a shaky laugh escaped through your tears, a fragile moment of relief breaking through the tension. “alright,” you said softly, wiping at your damp cheeks. “let’s start with something simple. how about we go get something to eat?” your fingers brushed against his tired, weathered face, tracing the lines of exhaustion etched into his features. “you look like you haven’t had a decent meal in days,” you added with a small smile.

˚ ༘♡ sang woo’s lips curved upward, faint but genuine. “that sounds good,” he replied, his voice carrying a gentleness that was almost unfamiliar after everything.

a/n: i thought sang-woo wouldn’t tell his girlfriend about the squid game, with how concerned he is with maintaining a perfect reputation. let me know if you have any other requests! 🤍

[scoutswritingcorner]

Formal Disappearance

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: None

Song(s) I was listening to: Head Over Heels/Broken by Tears for Fears

A/N: I want more flustered Alastor guys. If I have to make it so be- Let me fluster the deer man.

Alastor looked around the room as Charlie explained her new “bonding exercise”, his gaze sweeping over the crew that was all here..Something was missing- No, someone was missing from the gathering. His sweet Doe was missing, how did he not notice this earlier? In fact he hasn’t seen you all day. The last time he saw you was last night when you were hiding your reddened face as you laughed at his joke. His ever wandering eyes snapping towards Husk causing the old tom cat to flinch and bristle up causing his smile to flicker for a second, before grinning wider. Oh, he knew something. “Husker, my dearest friend, do you have something to share with me?” Alastor tilted his head as he turned to face the bartender.

“Me? Nope, I don’t have anything to say.” Husk responded not meeting his eyes. Alastor’s eye twitched as his ears fell back against his head, his clawed finger tapping on his cane. His patience was running thin, he hated being apart from you for this long. But he would never mutter it out to a soul, his pride was far too big for that. “Know what?” Charlie asked, smiling tensely, she hoped this wouldn’t turn into a whole thing. Alastor glanced at her but didn’t answer her as Husk flinched from his sharp gaze. “They had to go do something for their job.” Husk answered quickly causing Angel to smirk, “They looked smoking, Smiles. You should’ve seen them before they left.” The comment made Alastor snap his neck back towards Angel Dust who flinched and backed away muttering an apology.

“Oh! They had a huge formal event for their job today, that’s why they aren’t here right now. They had left early in the morning while you were doing a broadcast. They didn’t want to bother you but they said they left a note in your room.” Charlie explained clapping her hands together causing Alastor to hum loudly, so that’s what the note was for this morning. Well, what’s a few more hours without you by his side? He wasn’t desperate for your attention,

~~~~~

It had been four hours (possibly even more) since you had been gone and Alastor was struggling to even be near the others, his temper was getting to him and he missed you oh so dearly. He missed your smile and how your voice seemed to travel through the hotel like one of his favorite songs. He couldn’t even focus on the paper in front of him, what was keeping you this long at this so called formal event? He let out a soft growl watching as his own shadow pulled his focus on the wall in front of him. A lovestruck smile on the pesky shadow as it pointed towards the foyer of the Hotel. He stared at the shadow with an eyebrow raised confused on why his own shadow was acting like this.

Then like a siren song piercing through the silence he heard your voice echo, “I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t expect it to take that long. I thought it would be an hour or two at best.” Your voice echoed down to the parlor causing him to immediately stand up from his spot on the armchair in front of the fireplace. His ears happily flickering as he heard your precious laughter echo after a few seconds of soft whispers. He hurriedly made his way towards the front foyer of the Hotel ignoring how his Shadow dashed after his long strides. If his undead heart could beat, it would surely be racing at this point just at the thought of seeing you after hours, his tense smile now becoming relaxed at hearing your voice.

Looking up from the bottle of water in your hand at the shadow of your boyfriend curling around your own before. “Dearest!~ There you are and here I thought you had run away fro-” His voice stopped suddenly like a broken record as he gazed at your form. How absolutely darling you looked all dressed up. How your outfit clung to you from the necklace you were wearing (specifically the one he had gotten you a few weeks back) complimented your whole outfit perfectly. 

A dark red blush creeped up his neck to his cheeks as his ears laid back on his head. Noticing how you stared at him, a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head. “What’s wrong, Dear? Don’t you like my outfit?” You teased, causing him to look away with a dark blush coating his cheeks and glaring at the wall as if it offended him. Angel snickered and turned his gaze back to Husk, “I think Smiles adores it a little too much, Toots.” An almost feral snarl leaving your Beau’s lips at hearing Angel point that out. You walked closer, holding your hand out to him. “Don’t worry, Dear. I saved one last dance for you.”

Alastor looked down at you, blush still prominent on his cheeks but he grabbed your hand and leaned down to kiss your knuckles, “Only if you’d have me, Cher.” He whispered out only for you to hear. A soft smile gracing your lips, you nodded at his request. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Dear.” He swore his tail was about to create a hole in his jacket from the way it wagged so fast, linking your arms together he walked you to another part of the hotel to dance the night away.

[mistyorchid]

White Lipgloss

Logan Howlett x mutant fem!reader

summary: Your lips are chapped after an intense mission in the heat. Logan is more than willing to help. warnings: MDNI, no use of y/n, smut, age gap, student/professor, reader is 21+, praise kink, pet names (doll, bub, sweet girl, baby), size kink, oral (male!receiving), mention of exhibitionism, cum play. wc: 790

Pink, cherry-flavored oasis. Gleaming with your natural spit or a sickeningly sweet gloss. Logan compared your usual appearance to the pouty pair that was frowning in his direction.

"What, somethin' on my face?" You asked, slightly annoyed by Logan's persistent stare.

Before walking towards you with a snarky grin, he waited for the rest of the team to head inside the mansion.

It was no secret that you both celebrated after successful missions. The thick wood walls were no match for whatever sex symphony you were composing.

Logan stood with a hand on his hip, jutting out his right leg to assume the position of a smug boyfriend. He always distributed his weight when standing, like his dick weighed five pounds. Cocky motherfucker.

Lightly tracing your bottom lip with his index finger, he vaguely explained, "Nothing's on your face. Actually, you're missing a 'lil something. . ."

Your eyes widened at the sudden contact. The team completed the mission without any injuries, and that only meant one thing. Logan was celebrating where anyone could see you.

Swiftly removing his hand, you hissed, "Inside. Now. I don't want Charles to write us up again."

Logan chuckled, reasoning, "It was only one time. How could I have known that Dr. Phil would stray from his usual route? All he saw was his star student inspecting and repairing the frayed belt fibers of a respected member of faculty. You know how Charles gets when I'm not business casual."

Before Logan had the chance to embarrass you further, you wrapped an arm around his waist and instantly traveled to your room, placing a hand behind his neck to prevent whiplash.

It was Logan's turn to use his mutation. Unsheathing his claws, Logan gestured towards the band t-shirt you were wearing.

With an argumentative snarl, you shook your head. "No way in hell I'm letting you tear my favorite shirt. It's vintage."

Raising his eyebrows, Logan quipped, "But, doll . . . I'm vintage."

You slowly removed the shirt, haphazardly tossing it onto the floor. Wearing tennis skirts during missions wasn't standard protocol, but Logan accidentally shredded your uniform. He was burning holes with his eyes into the delicate fabric, watching you shimmy them down your leg.

Logan stopped you from undressing fully. "Keep it on. I love seeing you on your knees in this skirt," he whispered.

Taking the hint, you kneeled on the floor. Thankfully, a rug softened the impact.

"No hands. No sucking. Just need your eyes on me, bub." Logan hastily stripped out of his uniform, spending extra time on the zipper leading to his half-hard cock.

Placing the palms of your hands on your thighs, you arched your back, pushing your tits forward. "Since you mentioned it, my lips are feeling a bit parched . . ." you teased.

Logan spit into his open palm and languidly stroked himself. A bead of precum bubbled at the tip. Catching the way your eyes widened, Logan warned you not to taste him . . . not yet.

"Sorry, doll. How's this, I'll tell you what I'm thinkin' of." Logan picked up the pace, tugging his cock with more vigor. "The first night we 'ran in' to each other in the kitchen, you were on my mind so much I thought I dreamed of your presence."

Logan's breathing labored. Furrowing his eyebrows, he paused momentarily to spit again onto the head. "I fantasized about fucking you on the counter top. Knocking over the fruit basket and the beers I just finished . . ."

His hips stuttered. With a sharp inhale, Logan continued, "We went back to bed without so much as a handshake. I could smell that you wanted it. Caught you staring at my ass when I turned to close the fridge. Jerked my cock to the sight of your glossy lips until sunrise."

"I fucking love you, bub. Wanna give you everything," he panted, signalling his release. "My sweet, sweet girl."

Heart warming at his praise, you opened your mouth, tongue outstretched to accept his generous load.

"I love you too, Logan," you professed.

His hips frantically stuttered with pulses of cum, heavily streaking your face. "Oh, fuck . . ." Logan cursed, slapping his cock on the soft expanse of your tongue.

Stepping backward just enough to leave the tip bobbing against your chin, Logan grasped his softening cock and started smearing his cum on your eager lips.

After a couple passes, he focused on applying it like he would a real tube of lip gloss. "That's my girl, so good for me," Logan admired. His cum crudely dripped down your chin.

You slowly licked off the cum Logan applied, which prompted a confused brow arch from your drained boyfriend.

With a shy smirk, you teased, "Guess I need you to retouch my lip gloss, baby."

[theyluvivi]

black out.

chris takes care of you after you get a little too drunk at his frat ⋆ ★ dealer!reader x client!chris blurb!! pt 2 to your vibes are off :)

Since Chris was actually able to sleep last night, he's able to enjoy this party. He's not a huge fan of parties at his frat back to back, but when it's when of his favorite themes? Hell yeah.

Black Out is the simplest and funniest party theme ever, and since his entire wardrobe is already all black, he never has to go out and buy anything. The biggest thing he did to prepare for this party was trade his usual black shirt for a black tank top.

He was having a good time. Winning a few games of beer pong, losing a few of them, dancing with girls.

Then he saw you. He hates you immensely, really. Your mini black dress and star printed tights brought you so much attention that you might as well have dropped a metal water bottle in a dead silent classroom.

You make him wanna claw his heart out of his chest and blend it up. You, you're different from all the other girls. You give him a feeling that's unrecognizable while a heated kiss or even having sex with a girl does nothing for him. That's annoying as fuck.

He chugs down his beer as he watches you flirt with Aiden, one of his frat brothers. Whatever.

He's starting to think that he's the only one here who has common sense. You're actively stumbling and holding onto the wall to help you walk, and no one's helping you. He knows frat bro's are assholes, but what the hell?

He was going to send Matt to help you since you're friends, or Aiden even. All he is to you is a client, but again. Whatever. He can't find either of them. He hasn't been watching you or anything, but you are insanely hard to miss. He wonders how he failed to see you get this drunk.

He stares at you as you try to stumble to get to your destination. How is he supposed— "Matt?" You slur, turning your head towards him. "I've been looking for you all night." You throw yourself into his arms, he catches you. God, you're wasted. "Chris." He corrects you, staring down at your glittery covered eyelids. "You....you look a lot like Matt... right now." You tilt your head at him, "Triplets, remember?"

The gasp you do is adorable enough to make a smile end up on his face. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," You drag out. "I forgot." He changes the topic. "You're wasted."

"Yeah."

He rolls his eyes. "You come here with anyone?"

"Mh....." He watches as your eyes unfocus. "I.... don't think so." You're unbelievable. "You don't think so, Kid—?"

"Remember...walking here.....I think." You stutter out. He can't believe you're real. "From where?"

"My apartment." You say, giving him an intoxicated smile. "You don't look too happy with me."

"The closest apartments to campus are a ten minute walk. We started this thing at seven o'clock, are you fuckin' stupid? Why would you walk here—" He watches your eyebrows furrow before you drunkly attempt to push him away. He holds onto you harder. "M not stupid." You mumble, "My truck doesn't work."

"You still shouldn't have—"

"N my roommate doesn't like parties, and her boyfriend drives her around every where—" You interrupt, "It's not safe to walk around at night—"

"N, I don't think she really likes me anymore cause' I think she found out that I sell drugs—"

"Kid—"

"M not stupid." He huffs, "Yeah, but it's not—"

"I didn't have a—" He slams his hand over your mouth. "You're not stupid, okay? You're really smart, and you know what really smart girls do? They give me her phone so I can call their roommate and tell them you're staying here tonight." He watches you blink at him. Once, then twice. "Staying.....here?"

"I just got my car cleaned, I'm not giving you the chance to throw up in it."

"Oh...... My phone's dead."

"You remember her number, right?" He removes his left arm, that's wrapped around you to reach into his back pocket for his phone. "She changed her number cause' she was getting too many spam calls n I can't remember it."

What the fuck.

Chris leaves the whole calling your roommate problem for later. Right now, he's focused on you and carrying you to his room. After he's done, he's gonna pray that Matt isn't in the middle of a heated make-out session and can hopefully help him with you.

"You better not throw up." He says, finally opening the door to his room that ends your treacherous journey. "M not, I promise." You mumble, "Off—" You say, starting to slip off the straps of your dress.

He doesn't really understand what you're talking about until he turns around from closing his door, "Woahwoahwoah— Kid—" Luckily, he only sees you start to pull it down. He quickly covers his eyes. "You can't just strip!"

"But I'm uncomfortable!" He hears you whine, "I'll get you something to sleep in, alright?— Just pull your dress back up!" He quickly picks out a hoodie from his closet, when he turns around and finds you face planting on his bed is when he notices the zipper on your dress.

"Kid."

"Mhnfp..?" You let out a noise that gets muffled by his bed sheets. "There's a zipper."

"Oh." He watches you sit up and grab at the back of your dress, attempting to pull at the zipper. "Can't." You whine. "Chris..?"

He swallows and drops the hoodie he picked out for you on his bed. He shifts closer to your spot on the bed, moves your hair out of the way, then unzips your dress. Giving him the perfect view of the mini angel wings you have tattooed on your back.

His heart physically hurts. "Thanks." You mutter, not caring that your dress just fell off your body in front of him, thank God he's facing your back side.

"Hoodie." He reminds you, you slip it on, and turn around towards him. "Gonna go get Matt n were gonna get you water and—" His words die in his throat as you pull off your star tights. "Ah."

"Itchy." Is all you give as an explanation before you're crawling up to where his pillows are and hide yourself under the covers. He's so happy his hoodie covers your ass.

"You're not gonna throw up in my bed, right?" You shake your head into his pillows, "Kid, I swear—"

"I promise!— I'm not gonna throw up in your bed." He watches you curl yourself into a ball, "Night, Chris." You say sleepily, falling asleep immediately.

He observes you for a moment, taking in how cute you look in his hoodie. "Night, Kid."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns

[the-sinister-story-teller]

BR0KEN COLORS & YBG HEADCANONS (P1)

~~~~~~~~ A/N: This post is being made because whilst I was looking through Br0ken colors headcanons for Rasmus for...No particular reason (I SIMP YES IT IS TRUE ToT). Anyways, this is going to be a mash up of all sorts of characters from both Your Boyfriend and Br0ken Colors!

Mentions: both games have possessive stalkers so...bare in mind this will have HEAVY gore, mentions of sexual interactions, stalking, characters kinks, obsessiveness, possessiveness, stockholm syndrome if you SQUINT hard enough, GN!Reader, and murder.

! ALL ART USED FOR CHARACTERS IS NOT MINE AND BELONGS TO THE ARTIST/ORIGINAL CREATOR !

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Damon:

Oh my fucking god- How do I start? Uh- Well, he is...OUTRAGEOUSLY smitten for you.

I mean, this man has left roses at your doorstep every single day, morning and night. When you leave for work and when you come back, there's always, ALWAYS, a rose.

The only reason he KNOWS where you live is due to DG. He begged DG to give your address to him so he could...leave gifts.

He has a whole wall dedicated to photos of you, items of yours, your FAVORITE items, and even a bit of clothing.

When he interacted with you, he was bright red. Red as can be from just SEEING you in his flower shop.

He made it his POINT to get to know you. Well...pretend to get to know you.

Assuming you're COMPLETELY oblivious to him stalking you, ect, he takes you out on 'dates' on the regular.

DG helps keep track of all the people you interact with.

This helps Damon know who he needs to take out. That one guy from the convenience store? He went missing a LONG time ago.

Once he finally gets to dates you, oh lord...

He has done ANYTHING for you. Top, Bottom, BOTH! Anything.

However he only did it on ONE condition.

You let him carve his name on your body. Could be ANYWHERE.

He loves seeing the crimson run down your body, it's a gorgeous color on you.

BITE. HIM. OMFG IT WILL MAKE THIS MAN WEAK IN THE KNEES!! Mark him UP with bites. All over him, he loves to show them off.

Dominate him. He will call you mommy, daddy, baby, ANYTHING.

Whimpers so FUCKING much.

He gives or receives, either way, HAIR PULLING. If you're into it, he'll yank your hair back, if not though he'll be soft with his touch. Pull his hair as HARD as you want, he'll go fucking feral.

"Mmh...You taste like heaven...Pull my hair harder lovie, I can take it...I love it when you push me around~ "

Rasmus:

LAWD...You either got bullied by him, OR he met you at a party. Either way, he was down. Down BAD.

Once dating, he seeks CONSTANT affection when alone.

PDA is ok, but keep it to a minimal of cheek kisses and hand holding, that's about it.

But the moment you two are behind closed doors, he's ALL over you.

Whether that be him just venting about his step-mother and the pressure his father is (albeit not TRYING to) putting on him.

Run your fingers through his hair and he'll melt like putty in your arms.

He's a thigh guy, NOBODY IS CHANGING MY MIND ON THIS I WILL THROW HANDS OVER THIS! (jk obviously)

He fucking loves piercings, on you OR him. He adores them, he thinks they're hot and a sign of 'independence'.

He will take you to lingerie stores and help pick out lingerie with you, with ZERO shame.

He isn't obsessive like Damon or DG, but he is protective. It can be overbearing sometimes, ESPECIALLY when you drive.

Due to what happened with his mother, he doesn't like when you drive by yourself. He wouldn't live with himself knowing you could get hurt.

He isn't one to be topped, but ask him to top you and oh lord you'll get that and SO much more.

He'd pile drive into you in front of a mirror, just to humiliate and fluster you.

You've met his dad but he has yet to introduce you to his step-mother...

You better bet your happy ass he's using his claws on you. He definitely uses his iron claws when he's feeling extremely antsy.

Gentle sex is a thing with him, he loves both rough and gentle sex equally.

He'll let you BE on top and ride him, but don't expect him to be submissive.

Demisexual! (according to his character page!)

"Taking me so fucking well...Wonder how long it'll take before you pass out gorgeous...You think you can stay awake a bit longer~? "

Peter:

It's Peter.

I dunno what you want from me-

He's as psychotic as they get girlies, boys, all the in between and above.

HOOOOOWEVER...

Jk there's no HOWEVER.

He has every article of clothing. T-shirt, pants, sweatpants, shorts, undergarments, fucking EVERYTHING. At least, one of each.

Shockingly, it's all your favorites (it's not very shocking is it?).

He does it because it's the clothing you wear the most, and though it's OBVIOUS and could get him CAUGHT, but lord...He loves your smell. Addicted to it, even.

Smother him. Like it or not, you're his. It sucks for a bit, but you should learn to get used to him.

He purrs, constantly around you.

He also cuddles you everyday when you wake up and when you fall asleep.

Expect breakfast in bed and dinner! You never have to lift a finger around the house, he does it all for you.

Sex with Peter is...strange.

On one hand, he can be loving, romantic, and gentle, prioritizing your pleasure.

On the other hand, if he's feeling particularly jealous, he'll pile drive into you till the both of you are tearing up from overstimulation.

He's carved your name onto his chest, and carved his name into your chest, or stomach.

He's down to try anything with you. ANYTHING.

He's more than happy to get topped by you, he loves the thought of you taking control over him.

Don't call him Peter in bed, use pet names like 'baby' or 'honey', or something along the lines of that. With him hating his name, it doesn't end well.

Granted he kinda likes hearing his name from you, but not during sex. He likes pet names better, kinky or not.

"C'mon baby one more? Let me tear one more orgasm from that pretty body from yours...I love the way you squeal and squirm~ "

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A/n: I'm definitely making a part 2. List some characters you wanna see, and I'll see if I can do 'em! (LEEVI IS GONNA BE IN THE NEXT ON IT'S DEFINITE!!)

[echoalyssa]

HA HA HA | Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Reader (With Dual Perspectives). NSFW!

Jason sighs and drops his pistol on the bedroom desk, it lands with a metallic thud. It had been one long day. He's wound tight. Tighter than usual. Integrating back into society after everything that had happened... well it took a lot out of him.

He's waiting on his girlfriend, who was due to return from her mission with her brother, Dick. The pair had only been separated for a few days but in Jason's mind it was tragically too long. Unacceptable.

Jason paces back and forth across the rug in your shared bedroom, time was not going fast enough.

You nudge the door open to your apartment with a soft groan, you had never been more grateful to be back in your apartment than at this moment. You shed clothing as your walk, stripping back the latex fabric so the catsuit dangles off your waist. You roll your shoulders, sighing at the stiffness and then walk into your bedroom.

Barely half a foot through the door there's a hand in your hair and your back is pressed against drywall. His lips weld themselves to yours immediately. His hand wraps under your thigh, hitching it up around his waist.

His palms are rough with you, palms calloused from years of training. You nip at his bottom lip and his fingers lock around your hips. He's grinding your bodies against each other. Jason's fingers shove the latex down over your ass and then he spins you, cushioning the impact with his forearm between you and the wall.

His balls hurt. His fucking balls hurt.

"Jace." You coo at him, pressing against him like a cat in heat.

He hooks his fingers into your panties and shucks them down your thighs as well. Your boyfriend rips away from you just long enough to rip off his plain back t-shirt.

Over your shoulder you glance the hard ridges of muscle that make up his torso. Except the skin is marked in red ink. His new tattoos.

When Jason had been taken by the Joker he'd been beaten brutally, but the Joker had also left his mark on him. Literally. Jarring red letters that read 'HA HA HA' stretched from the top of his ribs to just above his hip. On his hip was a black illustration of the Joker's smile.

You were still trying to get used to seeing it on him. Jason had opted to leave the mark instead of trying to get rid of it.

In his mind, it was his price to bear for all the people that he hurt.

Jason shoves his sweatpants down his legs, his entire focus wrapped around his girl. She looks perfect against him, all beautiful, long and lithe.

"I fucking love you." He mutters into her ear.

He doesn't wait a second longer and spits into his palm before he's lining himself up against her and then taking what's his.

You inhale sharply, reaching back to claw at the back of his neck. You'd missed him. Four days was too long.

His hands are everywhere all at once and you're left to writhe in his grip as he shows you just how good he can make you feel.

"Jace. Oh fuck."

"You look so good. Take me so good." He punctuates the sentence with a rough snap of his hips.

She quivers around me and I can't help but grin and nip at her neck. This would never get old. I would never get tired of this moment with her. When we're completely in sync, connected.

My name falls from her lips like a prayer. Over and over and over.

My brain short circuits and all I know is him as I cling to whichever parts of him I can reach.

He tugs on my hair, turning me to look at us. The sight of our bodies melding together perfectly, the hard lines of his body against my softer curves, the contrast of the ink to his bronze skin... the world blurs out of focus.

I'm right there with her, like I always am, because in a world full of darkness... there's her. And that's enough for me.

[starlightsuffered]

Cuck in the Corner

Info - cucking, dark regulus, nerdy Barty, kidnapping via magic, cnc, dub con, fucking in front of someone, making someone watch, first time doing oral, uncut cock, anal, use of the word sodomy, humiliation, small mention of breeding kink

Regulus had been asking me obnoxious questions ever since I’d began dating Barty. Regulus and I had once been a thing, but I’d broken up with him when he’d taken the Dark Mark. I wished he would be loyal enough to pick me over that group of degenerates.

We’d hooked up a couple times since the break up. He always said that it was a mistake afterward. I would tell him I completely agreed, but in my heart I didn’t. I wished he plead for me back, want me enough to denounce the Dark Lord, and just be my Regulus again. He wasn’t mine anymore.

I had completely stopped the hook ups and decided to start going out with Barty Crouch. Barty was pretty nice and to my knowledge he wasn’t involved with the Death Eaters. When I’d turned Regulus down for a hook up last week, he had begun the questions.

“Have you and Barty had sex?”

“Is he uncut like me?”

“Has he made you cum?”

“Is he dominant?”

“Why are you moving so slow”

I tried not to answer them anymore. He would get these obnoxious, but sexy smirks when I commented on how slow we were moving. I pretended I liked it. Honestly, I didn’t. I was very sexual and it was killing me that Barty wanted to take things so slowly. I tried to convince myself that it was a good thing.

“Hello darling,” came a crooning voice. I opened my eyes. I was in Regulus’s Prefect dorm. He had his own room. I’d been in this bed many times, but I didn’t remember coming here this time.

I looked up to see my beautiful ex over me. His green/grey eyes were glittering with excitement. I heard a whimpering sound. I looked over to the corner and I saw Barty.

My boyfriend was chained to the wall. He was wandless and his mouth was tapped shut. He was in a gorgeous and likely extremely expensive chair.

“Regulus, what the fuck is happening?” I snarled.

“You told me you aren’t getting dick anymore, I thought you’d enjoy me giving Barty a tutorial of how to treat you,” he smirked.

“Excuse me?”

“Admit it, you want my thick, uncut, juicy cock,” he purred and a thrill did indeed go through me.

“Regulus,” I breathed. He smiled devilishly.

“You miss my seven inches don’t you?” He asked.

“B-Barty has eight inches,” I stuttered.

“Yet where is your hand?” Regulus asked me. I hadn’t even realised that my fingers were in the waistline of his pants. I felt wetness gathering in my pussy.

Regulus pulled his wand out and both our clothes were gone. His eyes devoured my body greedily. He licked his lips. His dick was already wet.

“You want my cock don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said without thinking.

“Then I guess cuck boy will watch me fuck you,” he said darkly and shoved himself inside me. I moaned. He was snapping his hips and the familiar warm lust filled me up.

He was ramming his dick deep inside me. I could already feel how much he leaked with precum, his uncut cock making it so much easier for it to drool.

“Tell him how good it feels,” Regulus demanded as he watched my fingers curl into the sheets.

“I’m s-sorry Barty,” I hiccuped. “I can’t help it. It feels so good. I just ohhhh, I just love it.”

“Yeah, you love it,” he goaded. I was whining. I was curling my toes. My nails ripped down his back.

Why did it turn me on that Barty was struggling. He was weeping in his bonds. I was wild. I’d admittedly never felt this good.

“You love my dick?” He asked.

“I fucking love your dick,” I sobbed.

“Maybe he is bigger, but he isn’t uncut. Every one of my precum drips is laden with precum. I could get you pregnant on fucking accident.”

“Yes yes, FUCKING YEs!”

I was lost in feeling. My nails clawed his back and he didn’t seem to mind that I was hurting him.

“You watching Barty? Huh, are you watching me fill her up cuck?” He asked. I shuddered all over at the word. That’s what we were doing. We were cucking someone.

“This is so wrong,” I whined.

“But it’s so fucking sexy. I bet you would have even made him wear a condom. I know you let me inside raw,” Regulus crooned.

The wet sounds were filling the room, overpowering any sound Barty made in protest. Regulus had always gotten wet but this was insane. I could tell he was extremely turned on and so was I.

“Her pussy feels so good Barty. She couldn’t help but cuck you. She can’t resist me,” Regulus explained as his cock moved faster inside me.

“Make eye contact with him. I want him to see the moment I unload inside you.

I wrapped my legs around Regulus’s waist. I managed to look over into my boyfriend’s eyes. He looked horrified. Fuck, why was that hot? Why did I like shocking people with perversion.

“She feels amazing Barty. Her snug cunt. It feels so good around my big cock. You’ll never fucking get this cuck,” Regulus groaned.

“Watch me fuck her Barty. Sit in the fucking corner and watch me fill, uhhh, her up,” his speech was faltering as we were both getting closer to our orgasm.

“Don’t pull out, I want to be full of you again,” I begged him.

“Oh yes! Y/n’s cunt is mine. You don’t fucking get this.”

“I’m going to come, I’m gonna come!” I cried.

“Hear those noises I’m making her do?” Regulus asked proudly.

“Oh fucking hell.”

“I’ve been in every one of her holes Barty, and you haven’t been in one.”

“I’m coming,” I nearly wailed. My vision blurred and my pussy throbbed as my orgasm took over. I did my best to maintain eye contact with Barty as I’d been told. I hadn’t had one this powerful in so long.

“Aw fuck yeah I’m gonna fill her up,” I heard Regulus say. Finally, hot spurts of cum were shooting inside me. I felt cum drunk as his huge, sticky, wet load drain inside me.

Regulus was climbing off me and going over to Barty. He grinned at my boy friend who had tears in his eyes. Regulus undid his bonds.

“You want her pussy don’t you?” He asked mockingly.

“Mmhmmm,” Barty nodded.

“The only way you should get it is if you’re licking my load out of it,” Regulus smirked.

“Come here darling,” Regulus called me. I struggled up and walked over to where they were.

I was shocked when I saw that Regulus was hard again. That man was one of a kind. He turned me around and ushered me towards Barty. Barty hesitantly licked his lips and moved forward. He put his mouth on my pussy.

He began to lick and lap. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He was definitely a beginner.

“That’s it cuck, clean up my mess,” Regulus chuckled. I felt his large hands on my ass. He was feeling me up. He spread my cheeks and slowly pushed his cock in my hole.

“Reg,” I moaned.

“Clean up my load, and listen to her moan as I sodomise her ass,” Regulus ordered. He was groping my breasts and nipping at my neck to mark me.

“S’not fair,” Barty whined. He had cum all over his lips from Regulus’s mess leaking out. My legs were shaking from how wrong the image was.

“Don’t you want pussy cuck?”

“Yes.”

“Then keep going.”

[gaycragula]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Ghost x assassin male reader who surprises Ghost with a sweet passionate kiss while hanging upside down?

Spider-Man Kisses

Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Word Count: 679 Warning(s): Suggestive content, kissing, implications of a boner, descriptions of blood and gore, outright violence for the first 2 paragraphs, blood, assassin reader, assassination, graphic descriptions of blood Masterlist

Extra notes: Intended for m!reader but could be read as gn!reader. also im so sorry it took me forever to get to this </3

You let out a quiet grunt as you yanked your blade from a man’s body, pulling a handkerchief from your pocket to wipe it down. The man clawed at your boots, whatever he was trying to say coming out as gurgles as blood dripped from his mouth. You kicked his hand away, grimacing at the streak of blood he left on you. 

It wasn’t long before the sounds of him struggling stopped and you let out a breath. You removed the ring from his finger and pocketed it, evidence that he was dead. He was a high priority target, you’ll get paid nicely for the kill. 

You made your exit, quick and quiet, making use of the alleyway system to stay out of sight until you were a comfortable distance from the crime scene. Your pace slowed when you noticed a familiar figure appear ahead of you, walking in the opposite direction. 

His apartment was in that direction, you assumed that’s where he was heading. You debated for a moment whether or not to cut him off, surprise him if you will. It wasn’t often you got the chance to catch him off guard. 

It was a quick decision as you rerouted yourself to cut him off in the most convenient manner and you perched yourself atop a fire escape. Not long after, you spotted the outline of your boyfriend in the distance again. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. 

You didn’t get to see him very often. Both your current jobs keeping you separated most days. He must’ve just gotten back that day, it was rare that he wouldn’t call when he was home. 

As he got closer, an idea popped into your head and you quickly put it into action. You hooked one leg around the railing of the fire escape, making sure it would hold your weight. You waited a little longer, listening to the sounds of his steps before you slipped yourself off the fire escape, ending up a few feet in front of him, upside down. 

“Surprise!” You smile, trusting the punch he threw out of defense would stop before it hit you. 

“Bastard,” you hear Ghost hiss out as he drops his fist. Despite the harsh name, you watched his face soften when he saw you. His usual cold demeanor warming up ever so slightly. You swear you could see a smile dance over his face for a split second before it went still again. 

You chuckle out an apology before gesturing for him to come closer. Once he was in reach, you grabbed his face gently and pulled him into a kiss that quickly turned heated. “Couldn’t help myself,” you whisper between kisses, smiling against Simon’s lips. His lips were rough, as they often were, but you couldn’t help but love the way they felt against yours. “Missed you so much.”

Ghost’s hands found your arms and he mumbled something against your lips before separating. “C’mon down.”

“Right, one moment please, my good sir,” you tease before unhooking your leg and, with the help of Ghost, getting down on the ground. 

You weren’t down for more than two seconds before Simon had you backed against a nearby wall, his lips back on yours. Your hand moved to cup his face while his moved to your waist.  Both of you were breathless when you parted, chests heaving as you looked at each other. 

Ghost leaned into you, placing his forehead on yours. You smile up at him, rubbing your thumb along his jawline before you trailed your hand into his blonde hair, brushing your fingers through it. His eyes lidded as he moved to kiss you again, his hand traveling under your shirt to sit on your waist. “Your place?” You breathe out as he separates and  leans down to kiss your neck. 

He nods against you. “Now,” the desperate tone he had mixed with the roughness of his voice had your heart skipping a beat, your pants suddenly feeling too tight as you grabbed Simon’s hand and tugged him in the direction of his apartment. 

[writing-until-i-drop]

Bathroom Sex | Rhett Abbott (Outer Range) x reader | wc: 927

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! fingering, dirty talk, Rhett's got a dirty mouth, unprotected p in v (don't forget the condom), lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Rhett was in rare form tonight. He had already gotten into a fight with his dad, a fellow bull rider, and his dad again after he’d gotten pulled off the bull rider. You had wanted to take him back to yours, clean him up, and put him to bed but he had wanted a drink. That’s how you found yourself at a shitty dive bar, nursing a soda, watching your boyfriend stew in his piss poor mood. 

You had tried everything to make it better but none of your usual tricks were working. Which only left the big guns. You popped a button on your flannel, watching Rhett’s eyes drift downwards from where he had been staring a hole in the wall behind you to your cleavage. 

“Darlin’,” He rasped softly, you could barely hear him over the crowd. “You tryin’ to get me in another fight?” 

“Trying to cheer you up,” You undid another button, giving him a glimpse of your bra. It wasn’t anything pretty, a plain, cotton bra you had put on for function more than seduction but for Rhett, anything you wore did the trick. “It working?” You teased the third button, biting your bottom lip.

“Shit,” Rhett sighed, pulling you off your stool and through the crowd until he found the bathroom. You giggled the whole way, knowing Rhett’s good mood would be making an appearance soon. Rhett pressed you against the inside of the unlocked bathroom door, “Take it off before I rip the buttons.” His voice was all growly and quiet, making you shiver. As much as you hated when he was mad, you also enjoyed it when the solution was you.

You got one of the buttons undone before Rhett’s patience ran out, the plastic fastenings going flying around the small bathroom. 

“Rhett!” Your scold turned into a moan as his lips met your neck. If anyone was walking past the bathroom, they would know exactly what was going on but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You reached down, fumbling with his belt as he attacked your neck like a starving man, licking and biting, leaving hickeys the size of Texas that would be hell to cover. 

“Keeps your hands to yourself,” Rhett shoved them away, undoing the buckle for himself. You reached for the button of your jeans but he slapped your hands away again, “Stop fucking helping, darlin’.” 

“Then hurry up,” You snapped at him, spurring him on. Rhett undressed you roughly, pulling your clothes off in a way that had you a little concerned you’d be walking out of the bar naked. “Fucking hell,” You moaned as he pushed a finger inside of you.

“So fucking tight for me. This pussy supposed to cheer me up?” You nodded, feeling your pleasure build as his thumb found your clit. “Might just do the job for me, darlin’.” 

“Might?” You rolled your eyes. Rhett added another finger, silencing your complaints about his choice of words. 

“Gonna fuck you against this door, make you scream so loud they call the fucking cops,” Rhett’s filthy mouth just added to your arousal. “You okay with that?” You knew he’d stop and take you home if you told him to but you didn’t want him to. 

“You look good in handcuffs,” He did. It made bailing him out a little less annoying. Rhett didn’t stop fingering you until you cried out, orgasm washing over you.

“That’s my good girl,” Rhett kissed you, tapping your thigh, motioning for you to jump up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he wasn’t no time sliding into you, the burn of the stretch had you clawing at his back, moaning his name. “Let me hear you, darlin’. Let everyone in this bar know exactly whose girl you are.” 

“Rhett,” You cried as he drew back before thrusting sharply, filling you completely. Rhett set a brutal pace, fucking you into the door so hard you thought it might break.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” It was impossible that someone hadn’t noticed what was going on by then. Between your cries of pleasure and the banging door, it would be a miracle if you didn’t open the door to find either the cops or a crowd waiting for you. 

“Gonna cum,” 

“Wait.” Rhett ordered, increasing the speed of his thrusts. You closed your eyes, fighting the overwhelming need to cum. Your composure was hanging on by a thread, you weren’t sure you could wait much longer but you’d try for him. 

“Rhett, please,” You pleaded, digging your nails into his back. “Please, please, please!” 

“Cum for me,” Rhett came with you. Your mind blanked as Rhett fucked you through your orgasm, turning you into an overstimulated mess. He didn’t stop though, not until you were crying, babbling his name.

Rhett dropped you to your feet softly, pressing gentle kisses across your face and neck, whispering sweet nothings. Even in your blissed out state of mind, you felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that Rhett’s bad mood was long gone. 

“So fucking good for me,” He pulled off his flannel and dressed you in it. “Cheering me up like this.” 

“Do anything for you,” You pulled him in for a kiss, “Love you.” 

“Love you too, darlin’. Now let me take you home,” He got you dressed and gave you one more kiss before guiding you out of the bar. There were shouts and wolf whistles that had you burying your face in Rhett’s chest but he had a pep in his step, proud of himself.

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[hoeforhao]

🌙 Fated Under The Rain ☆ Wonwoo Oneshot ☆

↝ pairing: ex boyfriend! wonwoo × fem! reader

↝ genre: explicit language, smut with little plot, minors dni!!!!!! mutual pining but mainly from wonwoo, fluff, slight humor, overall nothing heavy just a small sensual drabble.

↝ warnings: unprotected sex(wrap it up kids), creampie, breast play, fingering, marking. Tell me if I missed any!

↝ summary: will offering lift to the man who left you in pieces amidst heavy rain lead to something your heart has been craving for months?

↝ word count: 2k(am sorry😭)

↝ author's note: was driving back home yesterday while it was literally pouring down outside, my favorite song playing on spotify and all i could think of instead focusing on the road was this plot!

Lemme know if you enjoyed the drabble! Feedbacks always make me feel warm♡

Permanent taglist : @feat-sun @joonsytip

Amidst the rain seeping it's path down the glass panels, the heaven clan's haze shielding your view from the mundane maneuver of the blurred out world, your glistening beads have found their long craved spot onto the tall, broad shouldered man standing by the signal, hair and shirt completely soaked up from the pouring skies, while his eyes were desperately searching for a way back - was it to his brick stoned house or his lost home?

"Going back home?" thrusting on the clutch and then the brake to bring your car to a halt at the blinking bloody lights, you roll down the passenger side's window as a way to offer some sort of help to the seemingly distressed man on top of the pavement.

A familiar voices grazes wonwoo's ears as his eyes shoot up in anticipation,looking for the owner of the claimed voice, only to land them on you. Did rain cloud his vision? Cuz there's no way that you were now parked beside him, asking whether he's struggling to get back home or not.

"Y-yes" the older nervously scratches the back of his head, not sure of what to say to the person he has pained so deep.

"I can drop you off, if you don't mind obviously" only you knew how hard it was for you to maintain an indifferent composure before the one man you've cared for and treasured so dearly, being fully aware of the fact that he's highly sensitive to rainwater; 'typical cat behavior' you laugh at yourself!

"No its fine. I'll find a cab soon" wonwoo tries to be as polite as possible, even though every vein of his body wants to jump into the car right now.

"I've been watching you clawing onto your scalp in frustration for the past 30 minutes and you think i'll still believe in your 'will find a cab soon'?" you genuinely didn't realise when the old habits took over the new persona and you started acting as the protective girlfriend you were, visualizing that one time he fell severely ill for days after getting poured onto on his way to the office; a memory you never wanna revisit ever again.

"Hop on quick if you don't wanna end up amongst the white walls for the second time!! Only 10 seconds are left to go" eyes quickly deviating towards the beeping timer of the signal, while you shift up the gear and slowly start bringing up your feet off the floor, ready to drive out as soon as the light turns green.

All of wonwoo's self control leave his body seeing the same old care flash by on his lost lover's face, as he swiftly pulls onto the door's latch, positioning his nearly drenched body onto the leather seats.

The defeaning silence between the two past kins were filled by wonwoo's occasional glances at the strong independent lady sitting beside him and the radio playing your favorite songs, those which you constantly looped onto spotify throughout the entire spell of your heart longing for wonwoo.

Looks like even the gods are against you today as a warm wet hand lands on yours that were stationed onto the gear beside. As much as you wanted to engulf those palms into yours instantly and never let them go, you knew quite well that he was now not yours, not your to claim, not your to hold onto. Thus the only thing you could do was keep your eyes fixed onto the slippery road infront and drive him home safe.

But the heavens knew better. Your plans were currently going for a battle with you as wonwoo kept on grazing his soft gentle digits onto the back of your hand, everytime you shifted them to change the gear, drawing small circles on them occasionally.

The sensation now reaching the threshold of your body, making your skin call for the touch of his lips and your insides craving the warmth of his body, it was time for you to slow down your car by a deserted road and park the black shiny carrier under the moonlight.

"What do you want wonwoo?" a stern yet begging pair of eyes turns towards the passenger seat, where the big man was resting his wet body on.

"I miss you y/n. I've always missed you" wonwoo now completely engulfs your palms into his, squeezing them hard from the anticipation of what's about to come his way. "Can...can i feel you for one last time, pls?"

You see the desperation behind those black boba balls, the way those droplets of tears are being held captive in the backroom; besides it was gradually getting hard to ignore the pained screams of your body to feel him beneath you. Abandoning all the huff,anger, hurt that made their home in you for so long, you fleetly jumped out from the driver's seat while pushing back wonwoo's to make enough space for you on his lap.

Startled by the sudden presence of your wet clothed cunt over the tent in his tight jeans, wonwoo's body jolts up in the heat flowing through him, dulling his morals and senses as he only wants to fuck the life out of you right now ; and he shows no delay in his endeavor as he clings his mouth onto your neck like a beast deprived of his meal for months, loitering the supple skin beneath with his marks.

"I missed you so fuckin much y/n" he whispers into your nape, hands roaming up your waist, under your satin shirt, caressing the soft pillowy tummy he has always preferred laying on, pawing onto your boobs over the black lacey bra you wore to work, for lord knows what reasons; while his lips now clutched themselves to your plumpy vanilla lips.

"May I, please?" there's literally not a single person on the earth who can say no to those pleasing kitty eyes. So you just hummed against the kiss - not a passionate one but a longing one; wonwoo's lips were moving on yours in such insatiable hunger that it seemed like he wanted to imprint the taste onto his mouth forever, who knows if he'll ever get to feel them again....as if his lips have finally found their twin flame they've been craving for months now!

One single go signal from you and wonwoo wasted no time in tugging onto the buttons of your flowy shirt, ripping them open in just a matter of seconds. His eyes lit up like an excited puppy upon seeing your bare skin, glowing under the moonlit rainy sky....oh how he has missed this sight of yours so much, you whimpering on him, all vulnerable and begging for his touch against your heated core.

"Fuck you're still so sweet my love" he moans into your jiggly soft boobs, mouth fixed onto one of your hardened nipples, while he pawed at the other one.

The words 'my love' from the mouth of the one your heart still belongs to, still craves for and still wants to be claimed by, does no good in controlling the dripping from your already soaked pussy, as you start roughly grinding against his clothed length.

"Hmmm so impatient for my cock, aren't you pretty baby" a wide smirk creeping it's way onto wonwoo's face as he notices you getting impatient to feel him inside you. Finding it exciting and a prideful moment for him, the hand that was kneading onto your doughy mounds now trails down to your panties under the very convenient skirt your were harboring ; drawing his cold fingers over your sensitive clothed clit sending your head thrown against the windshield of your car.

"Pls..pls stop teasing and fuck me already wonu" you were yourself amazed at how desperate you seemed for his cock in your throbbing pussy.

"But I don't have a condom sweetheart" wonwoo knew absolutely well that you didn't give a damn about having unprotected sex with him as he smirked onto the skin around your nipples, teasing your wet sticky fold with his free fingers ; pulling out a string of slick from your pussy infront of you, he proudly shows you how much of a slut you're for his touch.

"You..ahh...you think...I....shit...fuckin care about having a condom right now? Just go in raw please....haven't felt your cock in me....for so long....fuck" lord if anyone ever got near to the black beauty parked on the roadside and heard the lewd sounds escaping your lips, they would surely be traumatized for days, but that was the least of your concerns now.

"As my princess wishes" and with that wonwoo quickly moves his limbs towards his pants, shoving down the chain of his trousers in the flick of an eye, while he finally releases his strained hard cock from its restraints, precum leaking down its tip as he tries to slightly palm down the pain before sheathing them into your walls.

"Just as tight as I left it" he growls onto your neck as his cock now thrusts into your slick walls at a inhumane pace, as if he slowly down, he'll forever lose the warmth of this pussy. "Fitting me so well into the mould u created only for me to fill"

The rain outside and the haze of all the juices leaking from the two bodies inside the car, creates a mystical world bounded within the tinted glasses of the vehicle, while wonwoo keeps on fucking you dumb onto his lap.

"I...I'm near wonw-- ah fuck" you lose control over your core muscles at the sensation of wonwoo's tip hitting your womb, as your core's glistening cream paints his black jeans white ; not to mention you were now embarrassed at the fact that he has to go home with such stained pants....or maybe not-

"My pretty little whore, so glowy after ruining my new jeans huh" you can feel wonwoo's pace slowing down a bit, knowing quite well what's about to follow. "Lemme return the favor and ruin your insides, ruin your pussy so that no one can get to bury themselves in you, except me.....only my hole to fuck"

Wonwoo's body falls limp onto the headrest of the seat as he shoots his entire load into you, cock still moving amongst your walls, fucking his seeds deep inside you.

"Can i have another chance, please?" wonwoo finally looks you into your pleasure coated eyes while shifting you on his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, resting his sweat forehead onto yours.

"At what? Fucking me?" you were seemingly confused at his words as you didn't think he would be wanting anything else other than sex, after how he let go off your hand in the middle of you two's promised path, 8 months ago.

"No...no...at l-loving you, pls" his voice suddenly portrays a cast of regret and pain, "I know I fucked up, I hurt the one I've loved with all my might all this time. I...I could never get you out of my head y/n, my eyes and my heart kept looking for you at every corner of my messed up life. Pls, will you give your catto one last chance?" something unexpected rolled down wonwoo's cheeks and it was none other than tear drops. Was...was he really crying for you, begging you back into his arms again?

"This time if you leave, I'll make sure to castrate you, so that you can't ever get a girl around you after me" you laugh onto his skin while placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, your fingers wiping off the dried out tears on his cheeks.

"I'll happily place my dick under your guillotine, my highness" wonwoo hasn't felt this happy since months, heart fluttering at the thought of walking beside you again, fingers locked into one another's.

Your heart swells looking at the misty scene outside, remembering how the first time you two decided to date, it was raining cats and dogs as you were pulling him under a tree to sheath yourselves from the rain...and now when the skies decided to grant you another chance at healing your soul with the one you loved, it's raining heavily - again!!!

"Eh but what about your pants wonu, how will you go home with these...ummm...stains" a genuine question you've been dying to ask him, as you surely don't have a change for men's jeans in your car.

"Who said we are going home baby"

[lotomber]

can you write abt pm!zai just eating fem reader out (+more if you want....) 😭

Naughty girl!

Pairing: PM! Dazai x fem! reader

Synopsis: He was out on a mission for a week so you decided to relieve yourself but he caught you!

Warning: Nsfw, Masturbation(f), Oral(f receiving), Overstimulation, MDNI, not proof read!

Your boyfriend was out on a week long mission, you knew he worked for the mafia but what bothered you more was his occasional absence due to his work. You missed him whenever he was away for long but you understood the nature of his job so you never said anything but tonight was different you were feeling a bit too desperate for his touch but he was not there, and it was tormenting you. So you decided to relieve yourself, you were lying on your bed in sheets half naked just in your bra and panties, you slipped your hand in your panties making lazy circles on your clit, thinking about his finger and tongue. "Ahh Dazai Mhmm~" whining his name as you were feeling just too desperate and aroused that it was almost painful, you didn't even noticed the sound of the main door opening as you kept moaning his name, increasing the pace of your fingers. when suddenly the bedroom's door opened you froze for a moment as you noticed him standing at the doorway looking at you with a smirk.

"Looks like someone is a bit too... horny for their own good! I thought I heard a noise in here but I guess it was just you being naughty~"

"And whose fault do you think it is?" you pouted trying to cover your embarrassment.

"So... I guess you really missed me huh? looks like I need to make it up to my bella~" he says with a sly grin, teasing you playfully. He removed his tie and threw it on the floor along with his coat approaching you. He pulled you into a long, deep kiss, one full of passion, as his tongue clashed with yours. As you gasp for breath and wraps your arms around him tighter, pulling him closer for more. He moves down leaving wet kisses all over your body reaching your core as he noticed the wet puddle you made. "Tch now I know what you like to get upto when I'm not around."

"Samu please I need you!" You begged him.

"Hmm not like this bella, you need to be specific in what you want~" Normally you would never give in to his teasing but right now you were just too desperate.

"Your tongue please just I can't take it anymore!" as soon as you finished he pulled down your slick covered panties and sliding his tongue on your wet folds. "Ahh f...fuck!" You let a low dragged moan as you felt relief wash over you after all your finger could never do what his tongue can. He collects your slick on his tongue before moving it on your clit in a zig zag motion slurping all your juices making you a moaning mess. You clench his hair pushing him as he claws your thighs leaving crescent marks on them. "Mmm~m Samu ah I'm close!" He just continued sucking and plunging in your pussy as you come all over his face. He licked clean all your mess before gently nibbling on your bud as he thrusted his two finger in your pussy, you let out a yelp from the over stimulation. But he continued thrusting scraping your gummy walls.

"Just relax darling, we haven't even done anything yet! So just let me do all the work and make it up to you, so you won't ever think about being a naughty girl behind my back~"

[shieldofiron]

They’ve already told everyone. Max just scoffed and said she already knew. Dustin groaned that he owed Mike $5. Even Steve’s parents, who reacted to his coming out with stiff smiles, which is all he could have hoped for.

Well… they told everyone but one person.

“Lucha!” Billy clapped hard, “Lucha no!”

The thing with cats is that Steve always heard they could be unfriendly. But he hasn’t been prepared for how unfriendly they could be.

Lucha looked up at Billy from where he was attacking Steve’s foot with razor sharp claws, and then bounded away suddenly to the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Billy rubbed the back of Steve’s neck, “He’ll get over it.”

Steve could hear Argyle speaking soothingly to the cat in the next room.

But when he tried to go to the bedroom that night Lucha arched his back and hissed.

“Amigo, what is up,” Billy scooped up the little black ball of rage, “It’s just Stevie. He’s gonna sleep over ok?”

All Billy got was a slow blink, a sign of affection according to Argyle.

And then Lucha turned in Billy’s arms, and looked at Steve with his ears pulled back, giving him a single, deliberate hiss.

“I don’t have to sleep over,” Steve muttered.

And now he has to deal with two people looking at him in abject betrayal.

“No, Lucha can sleep with Argyle tonight.”

“Billy-“

“It’s crazy that I have an apartment, and my boyfriend won’t even sleep over,” Billy frowned, “He’s just a cat! He’s seven pounds!”

But it’s not the cat part. Lucha is Billy’s little guy. He sleeps on his chest most nights, head nestled in the crook of Billy’s neck. They’re best friends. And yeah, it’s a cat. But Steve is just a guy.

He doesn’t know what to do. And maybe it’s just him falling back on bullshit, but he pretends it’s ok, even as he puts on his shoes and kisses Billy goodbye surreptitiously, behind the door.

He feels sick for being jealous of a cat. Maybe if he hadn’t been so jealous all the time his past relationships wouldn’t have been such disasters… not that he wants things to work out with anyone but Billy. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he shut a cat out of their bedroom? What kind of asshole would do that?

The whole thing has him feeling sort of small and mixed up.

“Hello people of Family Video!” And it’s the worst time in the world for Eddie Munson of all people to walk through the door. Like yeah, they’re friends now, but sometimes Eddie’s voice just grates on his nerves.

Also he’s Billy’s ex. So. Jealousy. But he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t feel as bad shutting Eddie out of their bedroom.

“Hey,” Steve scowls, “We didn’t get that Japanese movie in yet.”

“Damn,” Eddie frowned, “What’s wrong Stevie, my man?”

Steve knew his face was contorting all kinds of ways.

“You ok? Bad burrito?”

Steve scoffed, “No it’s… Billy’s cat.”

“Lucharito? Aw man I miss that little guy,” Eddie grins, toying with a big shiny cross necklace that Steve’s never noticed before, hanging right where his guitar pick used to be.

Steve frowns, “Yeah, well, he hates me so feel free to visit. I won’t bother you.”

Eddie just laughs, “I mean, of course he does.”

“Excuse me? Most animals actually like me, Munson-“

“No, I mean Lucha doesn’t like people with short hair,” Eddie shook his head, “Never has.”

Steve freezes, “What?”

“When Billy and Hopper picked him out from the shelter, they said he’d been abused,” Eddie shakes his head, “I guess it was a guy with short hair, clean shaven. Because Lucha about lost it when Hopper shaved the beard.”

Steve just blinks at him, reaching up to touch the nape of his neck.

“Don’t take it personal,” Eddie shrugs, “He’s just a cat.”

But he wasn’t just a cat. Steve thinks of the time he’d tried to be a little rough in the bedroom and grabbed Billy’s lapels. Billy had backed up into the wall, eyes wide with fear. He thought about Lucha when Billy would text him photos, perched on Billy’s shoulders, hands pawing in Billy’s curls that spilled down his neck, or napping next to Argyle, on a bed of dark hair.

He wasn’t supposed to see Billy for a few days, the mechanics shop was busy putting on snow tires for the holiday season, so by the time they saw each other again, he only hoped it would be enough.

“Looking scruffy there,” Billy cocked his head to the side when Steve walked in the apartment, kicking off his sneakers.

“Yeah,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “You don’t hate it, right? Trying to grow it out.”

It was just scruff, but Steve’s hair was dark enough that it showed up strongly.

“I like it,” Billy’s tongue swipes his bottom lip, “I like it just fine, but what brought this on, Pretty boy?”

Lucha slid across the hardwood, looking up at them with wide green eyes.

“Hey,” Steve said softly.

Lucha didn’t move, just staring at him. But he didn’t arch his back and hiss immediately, so that was something.

Steve knelt down, “Hey, little guy.”

Lucha leaned forward and sniffed the tip of Steve’s fingers, and then turned, sleek black tail curling into a graceful question mark.

“Whoa,” Billy laughed, “Lucha, he’s my guy, ok?”

“What?”

“The curly tail, it means they like you.”

Steve stood, sliding a hand softly around Billy’s waist, how he liked to be touched, “I have room in my life for both of you.”

[mncxbe]

Heyy hope you're doing well!! I'm not sure if you have done this before and sorry if you did but could I request akutagawa and reader fucking after a really long time? Like the reader was on a really long mission out of Yokohama or with her friends or whatever which causes Akutagawa to....you know be pent up after being away from his s/o for so long and super needy. I just feel like he would absolutely pounce on them once they return lol!!

oof oof yes anon you cooked a good idea👀 tbh I see him being super impatient and needy but he's too prideful to show it at first. but anyway I hope you like this hihi♡♡

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Teasing♡

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ Aku degrading you lil bit (use of word slut)

Akutagawa's patience was starting to wear off with each torturous second that passed. It's been two hours since you got home from your trip to Kobe and you didn't so much as lay a finger on him.

Naturally, you hugged him as you entered your shared apartment; shopping bags hanging loosly from your arms, luggage rolling behind you on its little wheels, but nothing besides that.

And oh, how cruel you were to him. You knew how much he missed you, how your two weeks absence has been utterly unbearable, how pent up and needy he was. You noticed his bulge the moment you entered your apartment yet still did your best to avoid granting him the sweet release he needed.

You busied yourself with unpacking the luggage, took your time with a boiling hot shower and, pouring yourself a glass of wine, lounged on the couch.

"Come on, sit" you urged him with a sly smirk on your face, innocently patting the empty spot beside you "I've got so many thing to tell you about my trip"

And so Akutagawa sat himself next to you and listened absentmindedly to you rambling on about your vacation. He couldn't even focus on what you were saying; he was too focused on the way your pretty lips wrapped around the brim of your glass. It should've been his cock instead.

At some point you noticed the glazed look in his eyes and chuckled lightly, placing a hand atop his thigh.

"Something wrong sweetie?" you asked, voice tinged with mirth.

Your boyfriend scoffed in response and gave you a suggestive glance. "What do you think, hm, sweetie?" he replied begrudgingly, purposefully articulating the last word.

"Ya know. If you want something you should just ask for it" you continued teasing, raising the glass to your lips.

But Akutagawa wasn't a man of many words and his pride didn't allow him to indulge your little games, to beg you to take care of him; so he simply took what he wanted from you.

As for now your face was pressed against the pillows on your bed, back bent into a perfect arch as he drilled his cock inside you. His body was stretched along your back, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin and you could clearly make out every little moan and grunt that rolled past his lips, his hot breath dripping all over your neck and cheeks.

"Ryuu~ fuck baby s'too much" you babbled out between soft moans, fingers clawing at the damp sheets beneath you.

"Shut up" he spat, voice laced with annoyance as his thrusts grew deeper and faster. "All you did tonight was talk, talk, talk like a broken record. Shut up and take me like the good little slut you are"

Pearly tears pooled at your lashline as your walls fluttered around him. You weren't used to this side of him, so demanding and mean but you didn't complain at all. The tip of his cock kissed your sweet spot with each thrust, making you see entire constellations.

One of his hands came to rest on the small of your back, deepening your arch in an attempt to ground himself as he picked up the pace.

"Ya like that sweetie? Being fucked dumb on my cock? Bet you missed it these past weeks you desperate slut"

You were too far gone to utter any clever remark about how he was the needy one, not you; so you resumed to mumbling a mhm as you closed your eyes shut and bit down on your bruised lip.

Your boyfriend buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting softly, the warmth of his breath sending waves of pleasure through your body. He was close, desperately chasing his own release and you knew it.

You managed to find the arm that supported the weight of his body and brushed your fingers against his. He took the hint and placed his hand on top of yours, fingers entertwining with your own as he squeezed them tightly.

"You close too baby? Wanna cum?" he uttered between ragged breaths, any hint of malice in his voice now gone and you nodded.

"Need to cum f'you please"

"Then go on. No one's stopping you baby you've earned it" he urged you and on cue you gushed around him, spasming walls milking him dry.

"Shiiit~ fuck sweetie" he groaned as he pressed his hips flush against your ass, spilling his load inside you. His arm finally gave away and he toppled to the side, laying beside you, your hand still in his as he drew little circles on it with his thumb.

"Thank you baby. I really needed this" he huffed, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck and you shivered lightly, still coming down from your high.

"Anytime" Your skin tingled as he wrapped an arm around your waist and breathing against your neck, mumbled a soft 'I love you, missed you so much' before closing his eyes. Weariness took over your body too and soon enough you drifted into a deep slumber in his arms.

[loveyou3000mylove]

'Hear Me Out'

Miles42! Bold

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​(You have a crush on the Prowler...Miles finds you interesting, you have an awkward run-in with Prowler)

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​In the cafeteria

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​"Okay but the Prowler" Niya said pointing at me, I flush, "The Prowler isn't a 'hear me out' if no one wants him" Jordan says as she fixes her shirt, giving Niya a pointed look that screams 'I dare you'.

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​Niya dares "Not true....Y/n here-" I cut her off "Hell no, how did we get here?!", "We got here, when you told us Mei's lockscreen was Swiper(DtE), then we started talking about 'hear me outs'" Nicc, explains as he breaks his forth plastic spoon,"....oh" i mutter, "Y/n has a crush on the Prowler!" Niya says a little too loudly, quieting the cafeteria, murmurs and whispers of "Thats's weird", "Who's Y/n?", "Freak". I glare at Niya, "Sorry", she squeaks, I get up, grab my bag, and leave the cafeteria, Nicc sighs softly "Give her till 7th period".

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​I did not come around.

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​"Y/n! Wait" Niya begged, Nicc and Jordan trailing her, "I can drive you home" she offers, I finally turn around, "I got a ride" I tell her with a strained smile, "Look...I'll text you all when i get home, bye" i finish, walking down the many steps when i see my brothers', Heide, car.

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​"Hola" he saluts me, "hey Heid" I climb in shotgun after moving the stuff on the seat, "Home?", "My Home, Heid", he nods pulling onto the road, "You should visit more, Papa misses his Bebe", he says with his eyes on the road, "Tell him his 'bebe' is almost 18 and wants a boyfriend" I say, sarcasticly.

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​"BYE!" Heide screams from his car as i apporach the appartment door, "Bye, H" i shout back and enter as i hear his engine start, 'I will visit' I think as i get my keys and open my door, 'someday soon'.

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​I throw my bag on the floor, "Honey, wheres my supersuit", I mumble, walking into the kitchen to make dinner, "Hmm, I have leftover lasgna that mom gave me? but that cheese is going to get bad soon...I'll just grate the cheese over the lasgna and bake it till it melts", I plan out my meal, placing the tray in the oven and setting a timer, walking out of the kitchen to get my bag from the doorway and head to my room.

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​My apartments way bigger than it should be, figures, giving my family.

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​My room is full of artic monkeys posters, and a singlular Prowler poster in a corner, hidden almost, tossing my bag on the bean bag, i plop onto the bed and open my phone, I stare at the group Icon for 'That one group', 'fuck it', I click it open and shoot a quick, 'Am home, Heide said hi' and close the app, opening Tiktok.

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​About 10 minutes later, the timer goes off, making me hop off the bed and shoot to the kitchen. I gently take out the tray from the oven and the smell wafts the air, 'best part about living alone', I don't even take a plate, just a fork and dive in, it hardly took me 10 minutes to finish, I place the dish in the sink and make my way back to bed, to write my homework.

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​I just had Spanish and English today so I finished at 9:46, and decided to sit by the window with a book.

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​Crrk~!

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​Claws or something, scratched the window harshly, 'huh?', I got the window open and let the cold air hit my exposed shoulders of my f/c wife-beater, 'this is such a bad idea' I think climbing out the window and following whatever it was that climbed to the roof.

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​"Why are you following me?" as soon as i get to the roof, am pinned against the wall with a claw raised dangerously close to my neck, "Your the Prowler" I mutter breathlessly, from the wind getting knocked from me (or some fucked up excitment).

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​"No shit, nina/nino"

ΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨΨ

(This might actually become a Fic)

Part two is almost finished

Writers block is annoying and i need requests

xoxo,

Bee

[whereireid]

low key based on your latest quaritch fic, but i want quaritch to just make love to me on the beach!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ —𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— warnings: soft!miles, nsfw content: , p in v, lovemaking, (nicknames - bunny + daddy)

summary: quartich makes love to you on the beach.

“Bunny, quit movin’ around. You’re gonna get sand everywhere.”

Despite Quaritch’s scolding tone, you giggle, your nose brushing against his as he flips your skirt up, his fingers softly massaging your thighs. The beach is abandoned, rid of any life, and when Quaritch had told you he had something planned, you hadn’t assumed this.

Your boyfriend isn’t exactly the romantic type - he’s known for being a scowling asshole, whose tail is always possessively wrapped around your leg, with his arms crossed irritably over his chest. Quaritch is quite literally known for being just short of evil, so when he’d surprised you with a date, which included watching the sunset on Pandora with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you were more than happy to accept his invitation.

The flowers are tossed to the side now, though, barely visible under the rising moonlight of Pandora. You’re too focused on Quaritch to even care because his lips are peppering soft kisses against your face, his hands gently pushing your underwear to the side, his cock brushing teasingly against your folds.

“Goddamn, bun, this pretty little pussy is always nice and wet for it’s daddy. You been wanting this, baby?” Quaritch asks softly, grinning as he softly begins to thrust his hips, his cock gliding in and out of your cunt delicately.

“More than anything,” you whine softly, your legs wrapping around Quaritch, who watches you with soft admiration, his balls slapping softly against your cunt. “Been so long, daddy.”

His tail thrashes at your words, and your fingers claw softly at his biceps as he thrusts his hips deliberately slow, basking in the way your velvet walls clench down on him when his tip brushes against the sensitive spot inside of your cunt. Everything about Quaritch feels good, from his breath - which shudders slightly when your pussy involuntarily squelches from your slick - to his tail, which curls around your ankle lovingly.

“Been too long, bunny,” he finally says, his voice wavering, his strokes long and soft, watching as your nose crinkles cutely, your fingernails digging into his arms, barely making a dent in his skin. “Feels so good. So perfect for me, baby bun, you know that?”

Quaritch’s fingers graze against your face, his lips pressing softly against yours, his frame moulding against yours perfectly. His kiss sends tingles shooting down your spine, and you moan, the feeling of him being so close to you driving you crazy. Your cunt clenches down on him, your stomach pooling with warmth, arousal licking at every cell in your body, and you feel it.

Your coil breaks. You whine under Quaritch, your body trembling against his, your slick painting his thighs, and he groans into your mouth, his hips stilling inside of you, his cock spewing thick, white ropes of cum inside of you.

It’s so intimate. Quaritch’s lips press softly against yours, and his big hands palm your cheeks, his fingers gently grazing against your jaw. “You’re so pretty, bun,” he murmurs, his ears flittering on his head as you smile up at him. “My perfect girl.”

“When did you get so romantic, daddy?” you ask, your legs still gently shaking as you rub your nose against his, his fangs glistening as he grins down at you. “Flowers and dinner and then this?”

“Just missed you, bunny, ‘s all.”

There’s little light on the beach, now - you can only just see Quaritch’s face in the moonlight, his eyes filled with awe and adoration, his body curling up against yours. Your eyelids flutter shut, and you bask in the feeling of his warmth and his heartbeat, your fingers curling around the steam of your flowers.

It feels so good to be loved.