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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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scorcher |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: from the #munnysummergame I decided to write one of my own lol. kick off the writing challenge bc it's so fun, and I had this idea lol.

☀️- eddie comes home to see you sunbathing...topless ;) can be dom!sub! if you'd like, or sweet smutty goodness. whatever you'd like it to be! have fun with it!

contains: 18+ minors dni. dom/sub themes, voyeruism, nipple play, nipple clamps, language, restraints (bandana), spanking, p in v sex.

It was hot.

Too hot for Hawkins, Indiana. An unheard of heat wave that left the midwestern town muggy and humid, scorching with the kind of heat that had you hustling towards the AC, sitting in front of box fans and cooling off.

Eddie's trailer was a sauna, the AC unit old and rickety, not doing much to combat the unusual rising temperatures. Eddie wiped his brow, already stripped down, loose t-shirt hanging around his neck. Even with the blasting AC in the music store, Eddie had gone through nearly an entire stick of deodorant, dabbing napkins and paper towels in between guitar tune ups and lessons to keep himself from sweating through another shirt.

Everyone in the trailer park was tucked away, sprinklers still spraying water, yet there were no kids squealing about, far too hot for anyone to be out. No one, except you.

Lying on the grass on a spread, faded beach towel, you lied on your tummy, arms propped up and skimming the magazine beneath you. The shiny pages reflected in the sun, hot to the touch with each careful flick of your wrist, but Eddie wasn't concerned with that; oh no.

His attention was brought to your naked top, breasts hanging onto the towel, nipples barely covered by your folded arms. You were practically exposed; topless, on his front lawn.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, baby, are you serious?" Eddie huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You tilted your head up, lip tucking between your teeth in a glinting little smile, shades falling down the slope of your nose teasingly. "Hi, baby," You purred, flipping another page with a hum. "How was work? I missed you, handsome."

Eddie was less impressed with your sheepish smile, areoles peeping up from their place on the towel, becoming more and more exposed with every rise of your chest. He rolled his tongue down the side of his mouth, eyes cutting around him. He'd told you to behave, pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your head, muttering to your sleeping frame to have a good day, be a good girl for him; but you never were.

It had been a while since the two of you really played. More than just a few playful slaps and threatening words. You'd been patient, he'd give you that, even though he knew it was coming soon- the inevitable bratty break. He supposed with the heat mixed with your frustration, today was your breaking point.

"What're you doin', huh?" Eddie grit, hands on his hips, his shadow covering your body.

You tilted your chin up at him, frowning lightly, like you couldn't possibly imagine why he was upset. "I'm just getting some sun, Ed." You sighed contently, pulling your shades down the slope of your nose. The raise in your arm off the towel gave Eddie a full view of your exposed chest, pebbled nipples that left him blushing, and not from the Hawkins' sun, for once.

"Why don't you join me, baby? Lookin' a little pasty. Some color would do ya good." You grinned, settling back down onto the towel.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. His curls were pulled back in a low bun, bangs sticking to his furrowed brow. "What're you doing out here with no top on? Your tits are out." Eddie flung a hand towards you, ringless because they kept swelling in the heat.

You looked down at your exposed chest, lips rolling when you looked back up at him. "Hm, well, I didn't want tan lines, baby. They look so ugly when I try to wear those little dresses you like." You purred.

Eddie knew what you were doing, and he was damned to not let you know, even if his cock was lurching at the thought of you in that tight, leather dress he loved so much- always ruined you in it.

"Can you put some lotion on my back, Ed?" You asked simply, moving to grab the pale pink bottle discarded carelessly in the grass. "Don't wanna get burnt and red." You held it up to him, right boob fully exposed to him and whoever else was lurking around.

Eddie snatched it out of your hand with a grow, catching your own wrist with it. "Oh, something's gonna be red soon, honey. Get up."

You tried to bite back your grin, barefeet padding through the grass, stepping over dandelions and rocks, Eddie's hand holding your wrist in a vice. "Ow! The steps are hot!" You jumped back on the steel steps of the trailer, bouncing from toe to toe.

Eddie rolled his eyes hard, setting his foot on the bottom, spread so his other held the door unlatched. Ever the gentleman, even when he was about to punish you. You bounced on the smooth, white tops of his Reebok's, letting his hands grip your naked waist to steady you while you avoided the hot metal inside.

"Get in front of the couch." Eddie growled, a firm slap to your ass while he shut the screen door with a low groan.

Your body was covered in goosebumps, nipples hardening at the cool air from inside the trailer. You knelt obediently in front of the couch, resting back on your thighs, hands on top of your thighs. You tracked Eddie with your eyes, squirming slightly at the menacing look he gave you.

"You think this is funny? Laying topless where anyone could see you?" Eddie snapped, brow raising.

You huffed. "There wasn't anybody out-"

"-That you know." Eddie sneered. "What is Mrs. Hall's kids came out, saw you topless, and then you're getting a public indecency charge? Or that creep Frank coulda been spying on you? And I'm not here."

Your heart deflated slightly, excitement draining out of your system gently. You hadn't thought of that, truthfully.

"I'm sorry, Ed." You said genuinely, eyes wide and sorry when you met his. "I was just..."

Eddie lifted a brow. "Just what? Tryna piss me off?"

You paused. "Well, yeah, not piss off but... I just wanted to play!" You whined, hands slapping the top of your thighs gently. "I thought you'd think it was fun!"

Eddie's eyes bulged. "You thought I would think you showing your tits off to the neighborhood would be fun?" Eddie scoffed. "If you wanted to play, you shoulda just asked. Not go topless and parading around outside."

Your lip jutted, cheeks heating at the chastisement. "I wasn't parading." You mumbled.

Eddie's brow raised, eyes narrowing at you. "Enough, alright? Any more out of you and I'm gagging you. That what you want?"

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest with a shake of your head. Still so bratty. Eddie shook his head. "Arms down. You know better." He snapped, flinging through the cabinets of the kitchen. You wondered what he was looking for, too scared to ask.

Eddie shoved something in his pocket, stomping down the hall towards his bedroom. You craned your neck to look, listening over the loud hum of the air conditioning for any sign of what he was getting. You knew it would probably be the paddle- or worse, the cane.

Eddie came back in with his bandana, paddle-less and cane-less to your surprise. His eyes stayed on yours, holding your gaze in his menacing one before sitting in front of you. "Stand up." He ordered, that firm, commanding tone he always slipped into when he was punishing you.

You squirmed but scrambled to your knees, letting him pull you in between his legs. "Turn around." Eddie patted your hip gently. "Put your hands behind your back."

You obliged, touching your wrists together before he tied them with the bandana. You grinned at the choice in restraints, lack of cuffs meaning he was going to go easy on you.

Eddie pulled the knot firmly, satisfied that it would keep your wrists bound. His eyes lingered on your bikini bottoms, riding up into the crack of your ass, teasing him with the cheekiness of the cut. He'd been with you when you bought them, modeling them in the dressing room before he joined you, diving tongue first into your pussy.

"Better take these off, don't ya think?" Eddie muttered, hands tracing up and down your exposed hip, grinning at the way you shivered. "Don't think we'll be needing these."

You shook your head in agreement, rolling your lip between your teeth at the delicate pull of the strings, falling down your legs easily into a puddle on the green carpet.

Eddie's hands rubbed up and down your exposed flesh, squeezing at your hips, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "You just wanted to show off, hm? Wanted to show everyone what's mine?" He asked, voice low and gravelly.

You whined, shaking your head. "No, Ed." You whined, keeping your head forwards, eyes trained on the wall. "Just didn't want tan lines, promise." You muttered.

"Promise?" Eddie's voice lilted, pulling back. You could feel him behind you, fishing for something in his back pocket. "You know you were just trying to get me upset. Being bratty and throwing a fit, weren't you? You wanted me to get upset with you, didn't you? To punish you?"

You shook your head, though your thighs clenched at the thought. "No," You sighed heavily, his hand smoothing up and down your tummy, cupping your boobs barely before running back down towards your aching and exposed pussy.

"Hmm," Eddie hummed lowly, his pinky barely swiping over your slit, leaving your knees buckling at the touch. "I think you're lying to me."

"That's alright, baby." Eddie cooed before you could huff and retaliate. "I'll teach ya a lesson, don't you worry. I'll give you exactly what you want."

You felt something hard trail up your sternum, dropping your chin to look before Eddie's hand caught your jaw. "Eyes forward." He snapped.

Your heart pounded, unsure but obediently following Eddie's command. You felt the foreign object trail all over your hot skin, up and down your tummy, your under boob, around your nipples.

"You wanted to show off your pretty little tits for everyone, hm?" Eddie growled, his nose brushing your temple. His free hand moved to your boobs, cupping them before thumbing over your nipples, rolling the nubs until they hardened and stood perk and erect for him.

"You want to show them off so badly? Why don't you show them off like this?" Eddie grit, before your body jolted.

The clamping sensation of a clothespin biting and snapping onto your nipples had the breath leaving your lungs, a new and uncomfortable sensation. The smooth wood was firm but not unbearable, not like the metal ones Eddie saw at the sex shop. The mouth of the pin clamped onto your budding nipples, holding onto them with tight pressure that had you wanting to rub them desperately, dull aching that sent shockwaves straight to your core.

You gasped, Eddie fixing the other one on your nipple, moving so he could see your face. He grinned, taking in your scrunched expression, unpleasant at best, bouncing from toe to toe like that might alleviate some of the pain.

"Hurt?" Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side. You nodded. "Good. Bend over." He plopped down on the couch, pulling you over his lap, careful of the makeshift clamps you tried to rip off.

You were dangling forward, hands tied tight behind your back, Eddie's hand over your hip, holding you firmly into place. His hand rubbed over the flesh of your ass, squeezing your right cheek hard enough to pull a yelp from you.

"Oh, you know that didn't hurt." Eddie mocked you, cooing and mean, leaving you blistering with embarrassment- throbbing from his tone. "But this," Eddie brought his hand down, an upward sweeping motion that cracked down on your ass, leaving you lurching forward with a small gasp. "Hurt. Didn't it?"

You whined, wiggling against his grasp, the steady burning building on your ass mixing with the pulling and dull ache from the clothespins that came with every squirm.

"You were so bad, today. After I worked all day? And this is what I have to come home to." Eddie shook his head at you, flattened palm zeroing in on your hot cheeks.

"'M sorry, Ed!" You panted, hips wiggling just right against his right knee, your core rubbing against his leg.

"I don't think you are, honey." Eddie tutted with a heavy, dramatic sigh. You cried out at the two sharp hits the the top of your thighs, the crease of your ass. Oh, he knew you were gonna cum from this, he had to. If it was a real punishment, he'd stick to the fatty parts of your ass.

"I think I should take you outside. Spank ya out there, since you want to go around flashing everyone." Eddie hummed, tongue poking out. His eyes bounced back and forth, following his hand that smacked the juicy skin around with every harsh spank.

"Maybe make you go stand out there with those hands tied. Whaddya think, baby? Show everyone what happens to bad girls around here?" Eddie hissed.

You knew he wouldn't, far too possessive and not necessarily wanting to have to explain to a cop that this is what you two did- a sex thing. Yet the threat left you pulsing, grinding down further and further on his leg.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Like everyone to see what I do to you? How I handle you, hm?" Eddie purred in your ear, another stinging slap to the center of your ass, leaving you clenching around nothing. You were sure you were dripping down your leg now, coated in your own stick arousal.

"Want everyone to see how I punish you, hm? How I keep you in line when you're such a bad girl?" Eddie growled, two punctuating slaps to your ass that had your head reeling. The clothespins were brushing against his leg, only aiding in the tight, mean tugging that had you crying out.

"Yes! Please, Ed, please!" Eddie was sure you didn't even know what you were begging for, something- sensation, no doubt. For him to let you cum, and he would. Just not that easily.

Eddie pulled you off his lap abruptly, setting you with a small bounce onto the couch. You hissed at the pain, at the lack of friction, the burning feeling on your ass and nipples.

Eddie stood, furiously pulling down his pants and boxers. "Over the couch. Over the couch, now." He growled, eyes dark and blown. It made you shiver, scrambling to bend over the couch.

Eddie rode you, one hand gripping your bound hands, the other slapping your ass and pulling your makeshift clamps, pounding you out furiously over the back of the couch. You felt suffocated in the heat, Eddie's body and your own covered in sweat while he rutted into you, like a dog in heat.

The inside of the trailer went up a few degrees, thick and steamy with the tangy smell of sweat and your release, but neither one of you seemed to mind.

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twinklix · 3 months

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idk if your requests are currently open but i just think that sex with changb!n would be so good and rough at the same time, like his thrusts would start painfully slow but would later pick up an animalistic pace, hitting your sweet spot each. 👏🏻 fucking. 👏🏻 time. 👏🏻 making sure he's balls deep inside you while whispering praises on your ear, as he continued with his movements — his hands rubbing your clit while the other pinches your nipples turning you into a moaning mess underneath him. the overstimulation would drive you crazy and will have your legs shaking as pleasure takes over your entire body, his tongue dancing with yours as he rammed his cock inside you not stopping until you reach your nth orgasm for the night.

I'm sorry for the word vomit. Can I be 👻 anon? Hehehe 🤭

Rough Dom!Changbin x Reader | wc 800

an: welcome 👻 anon !!! 🤍 sorry this is so rushed but i might do a better longer version or a follow up bc i loved what u wrote in ur request sm !!

warnings: smut, dirty talk, established relationship. implied unprotected sex (thats a nono), petnames (baby, angel, beautiful), overstimulation. not edited!!!

18+ MDNI

but yes!!! omg imagine~

I think he’d start slow and soft, wanting to take care of you and savour your body and touch.. but the man only has so much control when it comes to you…

“fuck..so beautiful…” he’d breathe out as he undresses you slowly, kissing down your body as each beautiful inch is exposed to his hungry eyes.

A while later (after two intense orgasms on both his fingers and tongue) he finally lined his length up with your entrance, kissing you deeply as he slid in slowly, trying desperately to minimise the sting his thickness always caused.

Your combined noises went from one mouth to the other as he filled you up torturously slow. His mouth left yours finally only to latch onto your neck and collarbones. Lightly biting and kissing red marks into your soft skin.

“b-binnie..please move” you’d whimper out, desperate. He’d only reward you with a chuckle muffled into your skin before he finally moves. His hips pulling out just as slow as they pushed in.

Soon he was thrusting into you. Slow and deep. His kisses and bites didn’t stop. It all felt good. So good.

But you wanted more.

“Binnie faster” it left almost as a choke, desperation, annoyance and pleasure all seeping out of the words.

Another chuckle escaped him as he finally unattached himself from your neck, looking down at you as he kept thrusting. Slow.

“Does my baby want me to go faster?” God he wouldn’t be able to ignore the way your request made his cock twitch inside you. He’d thought about so much he wanted to do to you. So many ways he wanted to have you. But he always opted for being softer with you. But it sounds like you didn’t want that.

In your haze you managed to nod desperately. “please binnie i can take it!” Begs left your lips only spurring him on, breaking down all ounce of restraint he had left. A hum left his lips as he nodded. He offered no verbal answer, only leaning down to kiss you deeply as his hips pulled out again but this time they slammed back into you.

Amidst the kiss your eyes shot open and a yelp mingled between your lips. He drew his lips away as he looked down at you. One of his large arms reached to move your legs to rest comfortably on his shoulders as he looked down at you.

“I’ll give my baby what she wants” he finally spoke before beginning to thrust again. But this time was different. Hard and fast and his pace only grew with every thrust.

Your eyes rolled back, loud moans leaving your agape mouth in strings as his cock drilled in and out of your hole at a speed you’d never felt before. Plus his size and strength added to it all. His body almost enveloped yours in size as his muscles flexed as he used all of his godlike strength to fuck you.

And god he’d love seeing you like this. Fucked out and in so much pleasure all because of him. God it only egged him on more.

A veined hand reaches to your chest, squeezing and fondling your breasts as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin from his harsh but heavenly abuse on your pussy.

“feel good angel?” He’d ask between grunts, a cocky smirk on his face. “this what you wanted?”All you could offer in response was a fast nod and a moan. Your hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly as all thoughts abandon your mind.

A clench around his cock would break him out of his trance as he angled himself to perfectly hit that sweet spot deep inside you with every single thrust.

“Bin!” You’d manage to yelp out as your grip on the sheets tightened. He’d laugh as one of his hands reach between you to rub your bundle of nerves in quick sloppy circles.

“Come on beautiful. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me fucking you like this.” His words would push you over the edge, a scream leaving your mouth. His pace never faltering as he continues to slam in and out of you, toying with both your clit and nipples as he watched you with gritted teeth.

It would be the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, your body going almost limp as you came down.

When your brain comes back online you’d notice the sting of overstimulation burning your body up as you looked at your boyfriend. “Bin! too much!”.

A low laugh would come out of his chest as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. “you said you can take it baby, come on. Give me another”

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sinkingteethinwhitenoise · 6 months

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Come Play - Noah Sebastian

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT/NSFW 18+ ONLY, Pain Kink, Knife Kink/Knife Play, Blood Kink, Slight Blood Consumption, Ghostface Mask, Riding, P in V, unprotected sex, dirty talk, crying if you squint, not proof read bc i hate myself

Word Count: 1k

You sat perched on the end of your bed with your legs delicately crossed as you waited for Noah. The LED lights attached to the wall casted an ominous, red glow across the room. Soft, black lace barely covered your most intimate areas, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, and covering your face and head, a Ghostface mask. You played with the bejeweled handle of a freshly sharpened knife as you kept your eyes on the doorway. He would be here soon; you had told him to give you 15 minutes and that time was almost up.

You were alerted by heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway towards your bedroom that he was approaching. You waited patiently until finally he stood in the doorway. You heard Noah’s breath hitch and watched his eyes go wide as he laid his eyes on you; as he processed the scene in front of him. With your free hand you patted the spot next to you, “Come play.”

Without a word, he rushed over to sit down. You slowly pushed yourself off of the bed and stood in front of him, placing the tip of the knife ever so gently under his chin so that he would look up at you. Noah’s breathing picked up and he visibly gulped as he looked up at you, eyes glassy and full of need. “Don’t worry,” you murmured from behind the mask. “I won’t hurt you.”

A whimper of protest left his slightly parted lips, “Please.”

With a featherlight touch, you began to trail the tip of your knife down his neck. “Or would you like that?” You questioned lowly, “Are you my little pain slut?”

Noah let out a trembling moan in response to your words and the sensation of the knife trailing down his throat. “Mhm,” he whined.

“You can do better than that, puppy,” you tilted your head to the side and the knife slowly came to a stop just above the collar of his shirt. “Use your words. What do you want?”

Another whine. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he opened them once more, “W-Want you to hurt me, please,” he breathed out. “I’m your little painslut.”

You let out a low chuckle, “Good boy.” You grabbed the collar of his shirt and used your knife to cut it off of him, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air.

Once his skin was exposed, you placed the tip of the knife on his collar bone, lightly tracing it over his skin. Just as he began to get comfortable, breathing slowing down, you applied the slightest amount of pressure. Noah let out a hissing noise that faded out into a moan as the blade broke his skin, creating a small, bleeding cut. Small drops of blood dribbled down his chest and you couldn’t help yourself. You lifted the mask and leaned towards his chest. You pressed your tongue to his skin just below the droplets and licked up until your tongue made contact with his fresh wound. You gently began to suck at it.

Heavy puffs of hair left Noah’s lips as he threw his head back, whining and moaning at the pleasant stinging sensation. You pulled off with a soft popping noise and moved your mask back into place before repeating the action on the other side. The metallic tang of Noah’s blood took over your tastebuds as you finished with the other side. With the mask still lifted, you gently kissed up his chest and neck until you met his lips. You slowly worked your tongue into his mouth and once you did, he moaned into your mouth at the taste of his own blood. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you began to pull away, lip slipping through your teeth as you did.

Placing the mask back on your face, you gently pushed Noah back on the bed so that he was laying down and began to straddle him. You could feel his hardness against your ass and recognized that he was trying everything in his power to not rut up into you. Putting your weight on your knees, you lifted yourself up and reached down into his pants, wrapping a hand around his cock and pulling it out.

Noah mewled at your touch, no longer able to hold back as he started to desperately fuck up into your hand. With your free hand you pushed his hips down into the bed, “Behave, puppy,” you warned.

When his hips stopped moving, you took your hand off of them and pushed your panties to the side. You teased the leaking head of his cock by running it through your slick folds, relishing in the desperate whimpers coming from your boy. Finally, you began to slowly sink down, not stopping until he was fully inside of you. You watched Noah’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

He reached out and gripped your hips, holding you flush against him as he rolled his hips up into. You let out a deep moan and he moved his thumb over to rub quick circles on your clit. You clenched around him, resulting in a whine from Noah. You reached your high quick, your cunt spasming around his cock. Once you came down from your high, you started bouncing again, determined to get him to finish.

“I-I’m cl-close,” he whined out, tears spilling from his eyes.

You grabbed the knife that you had abandoned earlier and pressed the dull part of the blade to his neck, not wanting to actually cause a great deal of harm to him. “Cum for me, puppy.”

Noah released a loud, guttural moan as his hips bucked up, painting your walls with milky white ribbons, his entire body began to shake as he unloaded into you. You swore he came more than he ever had before. Once he finally came down, you lifted yourself off of him, took the mask off, and laid down next to him.

“Happy Birthday, Noah.”

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sir-kuroo · 8 months

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𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ♡ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

KUNIGAMI takes care of more than just your fever...fever sex bc 🙈 trust me w the craziest sex ideas lol

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, aged up, fingering, squirting, handjob, heavy petting, overstimulation ♡ for @brunette-bitch77 (red room event:closed) ◇ @enchantedforest-network

You were blankly staring at the ceiling with a KoolFever pad cold on your forehead. Your body felt hot and heavy and your head spiralling, woozy. The weather wasn’t nice with you lately. Good thing your dear boyfriend Kunigami was here to save the day.

He's currently washing the dishes after feeding you the porridge that he brought. He's also sweet enough to bring you meds and other things that could soothe you in your fever. Looking at him now, he’s so damn attractive even with that frilly apron on. The muscles of his broad back was evident through the shirt he’s wearing. The way he moved was so manly and strong even if he’s just simply washing the dishes. You blushed. What were you thinking? You’re sick, geez. But it’s true. You never imagined you’d be in a relationship with such an admirable, kind-hearted, well-mannered hunk.

You hid under the blanket.

“Y/N,” he called and you took a peek at him. He’s carrying a bassinet and a washcloth with him. “I’ll give you an ice-cold cleanse to help with your fever.”

“W-What?” You reacted, flustered.

He sat at the edge of the bed beside you. “Come on, now. At least, let me do this for you. Let me take care of you.”

You gulped. The red of your face was definitely not just because of the fever.

You pulled the blanket away and he smiled at your cute tee dress lounge wear. He wrung the washcloth and lightly rubbed the material against your arms as you tried to remain calm as much as possible.

He dipped the cloth again and bashfully averted his gaze away from yours. “Your...Your clothes.”

Shyly, you took it off, leaving nothing but your panties on. He took a deep breath before looking back to you. His hands were more careful as he wiped the corner of your neck down to the plain of your chest. You both took a sharp inhale as he travelled to your breasts. You had your eyes closed while he had his jaw clenched as he caressed one mound, leading to the other. The way it ran across your nipple got you shuddering and made you clutch on his arm.

He dipped the cloth again. This time, he held your gaze before he touches. You’re not pushing him away. In fact, your eyes spoke that you even wanted it.

Breathing heavily, Kunigami slid the washcloth inside your panties. The coldness made you shiver a little but it dissipated the moment he began rubbing it against your pussy. He was doing it in such a pleasurable manner that you couldn’t help but grind your hips and press your yourself further against his rubbing. He increased his pressure, getting carried away himself. He’s rubbing the cloth in a loving circular motion on your clit. You started moaning and holding onto his wrist as you felt the craving for more pressure.

“Aaahh...ahh—” He had your moaning in between his lips as he passionately kissed you.

Fuck! You looked so damn sexy looking like that. All flushed and needy for his touch.

You ended the kiss and gently refused. “You might catch my...”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” He said. You cupped his cheek in response and you both continued with the kiss.

He tugged your panties down and replaced the washcloth rubbing your pussy with his deft fingers, while you slid your hand in his sweatpants to stroke his now hardened cock. It wasn’t so hard to free it from his garment as it stood tall and upright the moment your fingers wrapped around. In return, he inserted two fingers in as his other hand took possession of your tit, his thumb focusing on your nipple.

You both jerked each other off. The kiss deepening as your tounges danced sloppily. Sensing you’re both nearing your peak, he hooked and searched for the spongy part inside your walls. From there, he started pounding vigorously. Man’s so strong he didn’t know the impact of the actions he deemed too little. His pumping made you to uncontrollably set his dick free. He’s now pumping you hard while he pleased himself, attending to his cock at the same time. It didn’t take long until he got you breaking the kiss as you moaned so loud you’re almost screaming. It was intense. Very intense that you couldn’t even say a single word and all you could do were hold onto his arm tight and open your mouth in a way that made you look so erotic.

Your head spun and your vision was hazy. “Aaahh! Haaahh!” Too much pleasure. It’s too good. You couldn’t even control your body anymore.

Kunigami hurried his pace. Right there...so close! You both felt the heat rising t. He grunted while you screamed and wildly wiggled under him. Pulling his fingers out, your pussy sprayed the pleasure juices he built up. His other hand was drenched with his own cum as it spilled out of his cock.

You fought staying awake but you’re on the brink of passing out for being too spent.

“Please get well.” He said, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep.

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luvgavii · 1 year

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cozy. / pablo gavi.

request: can you write a gavi imagine where reader makes him do face masks and gives him a cute headband and he secretly likes it bc it makes her happy bc he looks so fucking cute 🫶

author's note: hi love, thank you sm for your request, i loved writing it and i hope you love it too. 💓

summary: you and gavi have a cozy evening after he had a rough time at training.

You were removing your make up in the bathroom when you finally heard the door to your shared apartment open, meaning your boyfriend was back from practice. Touching the screen of your phone to light up, the time read that it was much later than the time Gavi would usually finish practice. This was your first sign that something wasn't okay.

"Bebé?" his voice rang through the apartment.

"I'm in the bathroom, mi amor, I'll be right out." you said loudly, making sure he heard you, but a few seconds later you saw him enter the bathroom, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Mi amor, what's wrong? What happened?" You asked him worried, hugging him close with one arm while your other hand let go of the make up remover wipes and went into his hair, gently massaging his scalp while he sighed into your neck before giving it a sweet little kiss.

"Practice was horrible. I don't know how the next match will go." Pablo said while clinging onto you, feeling vulnerable. He didn't show this side of him to anyone but you. You were the only person that knew how clingy he would get when he was upset, while you were also the only one that could cheer him up.

"Hey, don't say that, it's going to be okay, you're a champ." You bit your lip while trying to think how to cheer him up, knowing it wasn't the right time to seduce him, but rather have an affectionate evening, just the two of you. "You're my champ." You cupped his cheeks and lifted up his head making him look at you. You smiled and Pablo returned a small smile back. He still wasn't okay.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N." He said looking at you with what you could only describe as heart eyes.

"You are everything to me, that's why tonight, you and I, are going to have the best time ever. I have an idea." You said smiling and clapping your hands together after pulling back from him.

Pablo laughed. "I love you but you and ideas don't go well together, mi vida."

You gasped jokingly putting your hand on your chest. "That was offensive, Mr. Gavira. But I will forgive you this one time, now go put on your pajamas and wait for me." You giggled while shoving him outside the bathroom, and jokingly slapping his butt before going back inside the bathroom.

"Hey!" you heard him exclaim, which only made you giggle more.

Once you heard his footsteps going into your shared bedroom, you started looking through the drawers of your bathroom closet for the facemasks and headbands. After finding the facemask, you were left with choosing out two headbands. You chose one with panda ears for Pablo, and one with a pink bow for you.

When you entered the bedroom, Gavi was sitting on your shared bed, already in his coziest pajamas. He looked up at you and smiled when he saw the facemasks, even though at first he would act like he didn't like doing facemasks with you, after a couple times he started loving how soft his skin would feel after. But what he loved even more was the way your eyes would shine with happiness whenever you applied his mask, complimenting his handsome features whenever you had the chance.

"Beautiful eyes, beautiful nose, beautiful eyebrows. You're perfect, mi cielo." You would always say.

After you changed into your pajamas too, you sit on Pablo's lap while getting ready to apply his mask. His hands immediately finding your ass, resting his hands on it, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

You pushed his head back lightly, so you could put the headband on. He raised his eyebrows and pulled back a little, looking at the headband.

"I'm not wearing panda ears." Gavi said amused.

"Too bad, you don't have a choice. It will make you feel better." You shrugged and resumed what you started doing.

"I don't see how, but as long as you're happy, I'm happy." He pecked your lips.

"So let me do my thing, you're in good hands, mi amor." You gave him another sweet kiss.

"As are you." Pablo laughed while moving his hands on your ass, making you laugh at his childish joke too.

When you were almost done with applying his facemask, you couldn't help but notice how lovingly he was looking at you.

"Stop looking at me like that, Pablo. You're making me blush." You giggled and hid your face in the crook of his neck for a few seconds.

"I can't help it. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I would give you the sun, the moon and all of the stars if I could." He said as sincerely as he could. Putting a hair strand behind your ears and looking you deep into your eyes.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" You said trying to fight back the happy tears from your eyes. Damn he really knew how to get you emotional.

That's how the day ended. You applied the mask on yourself and after taking photos together for your Instagram stories, you and Gavi talked for hours, forgetting the time and everything else around you becoming a blur.

When you and Gavi were together, there was nothing else in the world. It was just the two of you, being goofy and forgetting about any and every problem. He wouldn't have it any other way, just you and him against the world, para siempre.

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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May I request a first time ( smut ) with band of brothers characters x reader.

BoB reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+) pt. 1

*gn reader*

Genre: romance, smut, fluff

Warnings : intercourse, asphyxiation, dirty talk, edging, fingering, oral, pure FILTH 🫣

Description: The BoB guys reaction to doing *it* with you for the first time

Lewis Nixon

He has been anticipating this exact scenario for a WHILE now, he would be soft at first, and then slowly become more rough (not in a bad rough tho) “You’re so good at making me like this, doll” In a breathy voice OMG, he’s a bit of a tease during foreplay, putting his mouth to good work, just before you came he would pull away, “You can only cum on my cock, okay baby?” He loves the idea of edging you “Tell me how bad you want it” before putting it in, he loves making you beg for it, he would catch you off guard, ramming his cock into you, giving you little to no time to adjust to his size, “Y/n you feel so good baby, you know that?” “You were made for me baby, your hole was made for me” He is one HELL of a dirty talker omg. He makes you get so close before pulling back, over and over until you are begging him to let you cum, “Cum doll, for me” He would pick up his speed like never before just to see you come undone all over him. After, he would be so sweet and apologize if he took it too far, “I love you, let me know if I made you uncomfortable at all” He would probably order take out for you guys and he would be so cute for you the whole entire night.

Joe toye

He is SO ready for this moment. Just imagine, him grabbing you by your neck/jaw and kissing you passionately. He’s so rough and passionate but if you tell him to slow down or stop he will immediately, SUCH A DIRTY TALKER OMG, he will literally mutter out the most filthiest things ever and he loves seeing your reaction, “Do you like my cock baby, You like it when I fuck you? Huh, doll?” AHHH “Come on baby, you wanna cum? You can do it” He loves when you scream his name, he just loves hearing your moans in general. I also think he would like eye contact, like he loves looking into your eyes as you cum. He would keep his hand around your neck lightly to make sure you can’t move your head away from him, “Eyes on me, doll” Afterwards he just wraps his whole body around you and kisses you all over he probs falls asleep like immediately after though bc you wore him OUTTT

Joe Liebgott

He’s so gentle with your body, definitely takes his time exploring all of your hips and curves, kissing and leaving marks all over your body. He would take care of you so well, whatever you want he’ll give it to you, foreplay would also be like, so amazing with him, He would take his time pleasing you out until you were literally begging him to fuck you. “You like that baby? How good does it feel baby, tell me. ” I think he wouldn’t shy away from telling you how good you’re making him feel too, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, doll” He’s so passionate and rough but also gentle? He definitely would talk you through it the whole time. “You can cum baby, you got it”, he would make SURE you cum more then once the whole time, after he would be so sleepy and cute with you, “I love you so much doll, you know that right?” He would be so vulnerable and soft afterwards 😭

Bill Guarnere

Oh boy. I’m praying for you bae. This man would be giving you the time of your LIFE, he would make you feel so fun and wild the whole night, he wouldn’t waste time sucking on your neck and chest while fiddling with your underwear. He would touch you exactly where you need him and this man would be AMAZING at foreplay, literally touching you until you are pleading for him to fuck you. He’s rough and slow at first, he’d be so firm and strong, after awhile though he would pick up the pace and literally fuck the life out of you, I think he would also talk you through it the whole time, saying a mixture of filthy and sweet things to you all at once omg, “I love fucking you y/n, God you feel so damn good” I think he would call out your name as he finishes omg. He would make you cum at LEAST 2 times before you guys finished, after he would kiss you and put on a movie for you guys to watch, “I love more than anything doll”

George Luz

bro is so excited. He’s so sweet to you, kissing and hugging, just reminding you how much he loves you. I think he would LOVE the idea of just putting hickies all over your neck to show everyone you’re his and only his. He becomes a total mess when he starts fucking you, like he can’t contain the praises that come out of his mouth when he’s inside you. “mhm you feel so fucking good baby” he loves eye contact when he’s inside you, there’s just something so passionate and special about it to him. Makes sure you cum before him, but let me tell you he STRUGGLES not to cum to quick, you just feel so good he can’t help it. He gets so vocal before he finishes, telling you how good you’re making him feel and repeating your name like a daily mantra. He Definitely tells you he loves you while cumming. After he’s so soft and sweet to you, “Do you need any water, or a towel, anything? With some of the best cuddles EVER

Bull Randleman

He would be so gentle and full of love, he would ask you a million times if you wanted to continue, he would be so slow, taking his time with you and really working you up to him fucking you, kissing you so soft, and his hands would work MAGIC around your body, when he first put his cock in you, he would be at a loss of words, like you feel so good he has to remind himself not to cum right then and there. both of you would feel absolutely amazing the whole time, he would be so good to you, praising you and encouraging you to cum the whole time, and reminding you how much he loves you. “Hmm you feel like heaven sweet thing, you’re so perfect” He would be so intimate, resting his forehead on yours and just repeating to piston in and out of you while you come undone under him. “Cum for me baby” After he would hold you and wash you off with a towel and some water, “did you like it baby? I love loving you honey” AHHH HES SO SWEET 🥹

Eugene Roe

He prepares everything out for you, and He is so kind and loving the whole entire time, he would literally worship your body up and down. he would always asking if what he’s doing is comfortable or not to you. “Is this okay, love?” “Does it feel good baby?” OMG and he loves to praise you in French, you really got this man going back and forth between french and english 🤣 he would get so overwhelmed by your beautiful body and how good you make him feel he would be able to pick a language LOL Also let’s talk about how he would be AMAZING at foreplay!? Like he would take his time and please your body so well omg. He definitely makes sure you finish first and he is a KING at aftercare, he would make you a soft bath with bubbles, and make you some food and water, and tell you how good you were to him and how much he loves you, he so grateful for you omg 😭

Part 2 will be up soon!

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jeanboyjean · 3 months

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PART 2: we're not friends

a/n: im thinking i may just update this on ao3 bc posting on tumblr is such a struggle for me LMAO idk why but i feel like it takes so much more work. anyway hope u enjoy!!! wc: 4.2k MASTERLIST | AO3 taglist: @honeybleed @cptnleviackerman @plutoccult @milky-aeons

Hands wrap around your waist, holding you firm, grounding you against a solid body. Your body is on fire. Warmth envelopes you, spreading from your limbs and heating you to your core. Hair tickles the side of your neck when he dips down to trail along your shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. Your head tilts away on instinct, baring your neck, leaving you open and vulnerable. He takes the invitation, tongue dancing on your skin as his lips capture and suck into a particularly sensitive area above your collarbone. Electricity shoots through your veins, lighting your nerves on fire. You gasp. A sharp intake of air traps in your throat and you’re suddenly weightless, knees buckling and falling into him. He, who grips you tight and pulls you even closer. Somewhere, in the back of your head, you’re aware that you’re not the only ones here. There are others present and there’s bass heavy music pumping in the background, but all you can see is him.

All of your senses are inhibited. The room swims around you, tilting and turning as if you’re out on sea but he stands solid, an anchor holding you steady. Your limbs feel loose and heavy; the little coordination you do have is going into keeping your arms wrapped around his neck to cling tight. A woody scent draws you in, mixed with a hint of pepper and musk, making your head spin. All of your senses are tuned in on him, him, him.

There’s a nip at your ear and then he’s saying something, voice low. You strain to hear his words, barely making them out over the music that’s growing louder and louder. The world rotates on axis and lights blur together as pressure builds in your head, ready to explode.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You wake up in a cold sweat. An upbeat melody blasts from your phone - your alarm, jolting you from your slumber. You reach out to silence it, blinking your eyes wide, shaking your head clear. A flush waves over your body as your memory of your dream flits across your mind. Holy shit. What was that? Air fills your lungs as you take a deep breath and you hold it, releasing slowly.

You’re no stranger to spicy dreams - you’re human and you have needs just like everyone else. This one though had felt so vivid, so real, you swear it could have really happened. Your skin tingles from the memory of hands tangled in your hair, gripping your waist, trailing down to your hips. Your fingertips reach up to lightly touch your lips, recalling the feeling of having someone else touch them with their own. A small sigh escapes you when you graze the side of your neck, where he had been, sucking as if wanting to leave a mark. The anticipation for what could have happened hums in your body and you curl your toes, squeezing them tight to slow down the racing in your chest.

Honestly, you wish it had been real. It’s been almost a year since you had last had any contact with someone that wasn’t purely platonic. This latest dream is a new addition to a series of related thoughts you’ve been having lately.Might as well add that to your list of sexual frustrations resulting from your dry spell - dream about unknown stranger who you don’t know anything about except that they’re good with their mouth … check. That's it, you really need to get laid. As Eren would say, you’ve got cobwebs forming between your legs from lack of use and as good as your imagination is, this is getting out of hand and you need the real thing.

You drag yourself into the shower, turning the knob down to lower the temperature a little more than you would usually tolerate. The cold water soothes the heat flowing in your veins, calming the flustered thoughts racing in your mind. You stand there for longer than you need to, letting the water run over you. Across from you, the glass of the bathroom mirror begins clouding from the steam. As the fogs in your brain clears and the tension in your limbs releases, you try to organise your thoughts for your upcoming day.

The familiar scent of your shampoo is wafting around the shower stall when realisation hits you. Today’s the day. It’s Wednesday, which means it’s the day of your first bio lab with Jean. Jean being your lab partner, the one guy who genuinely seems to hate your guts. You need to be extra collected, because this is going to be your first real test.

You try to hope for the best - for all you know Jean could have just been having a bad day when you first met him. From what Historia had told you, he’s actually known to be pretty friendly normally and apparently top of the class. That’s exactly the kind of energy you need right now and you’re manifesting that you’ll be able to get through the lab with no hiccups. Maybe you had just caught him at the wrong time. Hopefully, you’ll be able to hit it off like a house on fire today … you’re willing to give him a pass if he’s able to get rid of the stick up his ass.

When you’re done washing yourself, you shut off the water and wrap yourself in a towel. With all of the events of the morning and your musing in the shower, you’re running late again. Frantically, you rush to get dressed and do your makeup to look presentable enough for class. One day you’ll be able to have the energy and willpower to be a morning person - but today is not that day. You’re out of breath by the time you skid into the kitchen where Mikasa stands at the counter spreading jam on a slice of toast. She looks up at you with a knowing smile.

“Running late again?”

You nod, anxiously grabbing your water bottle from the drying rack next to the sink and filling it with water. “Yeah, fuck’s sake. I need to start waking up earlier,” you groan, watching the water rise slowly.

She snorts. “Maybe if you went to bed a little earlier you would have better luck. I could hear you watching tiktoks when I was going to sleep.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to keep you up,” you say sheepishly, turning the tap off and screwing the lid back on. “I fell down a rabbit hole watching people guess how much money each other makes. You know how it is.”

Mikasa rolls her eyes, chuckling at your words. She lifts her toast up in your direction, eyebrows raised questioningly. “You having breakfast?”

You glance at your phone and see you’ve got half an hour until class. It’s a 20 minute walk to campus; if you want to get your coffee before your lab you’re going to have to leave now. You do a quick toss up in your head, weighing up the options and decide you would rather sacrifice your breakfast than your morning caffeine hit. These 8 AMs are going to be the death of you.

“No, I’ve gotta leave now,” you tell her regretfully, shaking your head. You start to turn away, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder.

She frowns, stopping you before you go with an outstretched palm. She shoves her uneaten slice into your hand. “Take this and eat it on the way. You can’t run on nothing.”

You take it gratefully and give her a quick hug, squeezing tight with your arms. With no time to waste, you make your way to the door. As you leave, you call out your goodbyes to her.

“Love you! See you tonight!”

Fluorescent lights flicker above you and a faint citrus from cleaning solution lingers in the air as you push open the doors to your lab room. Rows of benches stand in front of you each with stools tucked underneath, some already occupied. Jean is already inside, standing at a bench with his lab coat on and equipment set up neatly on the table. His eyes are focused down at an open book in front of him, a pen in hand as he skim reads the text. You smooth down the front of your own coat as you wind your way towards him, your lab guide and pencil case tucked in the crook of your elbow. His head turns in your direction when he hears your feet stopping next to him.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your things carefully. You offer him a warm smile and lift your hand in a hesitant wave. “How are you?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, lips pursed. There’s no humour in his eyes when he speaks, “You’re late.”

You frown, looking up at the clock on the wall above you. You’re right on time. “No, I’m not? Class hasn’t even started yet.”

He leans against the side of the bench with his body facing yours. Goosebumps raise the hair on your body when he looks you slowly up and down and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “We’re supposed to be here at least five minutes before to get set up.” His lips twist. “You’re lucky I’m here.”

It takes everything within you to not roll your eyes. A quick glance tells you that you’re definitely not the only one rocking up to class on the dot. Coming in early may technically be a rule for labs but it’s more of a suggestion than anything; no one actually takes that seriously. “I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you wave your hand dismissively. “I had to finish my drink before Levi would let me into the lab.”

Jean shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he takes a seat. You catch something about priorities as he turns away to look back down at the contents of today’s lab. You stick out your tongue at him as you pull out a stool to sit down. It seems Jean’s sour attitude has not gotten any better and you’re going to be stuck with this again for the next three hours.

Levi strides to the front of the room to begin the lab. “I trust you all read the pre reading for today’s class,” he begins, hands tucked in his pockets. “It’s an easy one today. We’re just running over the basics, looking at some slides in your microscopes and collecting some samples for you to analyse later.”

Beside you, Jean taps his pen against his paper softly. His pages are filled with underlines and annotations, unlike yours which are notably blank. He's wearing the same jeans and worn sneakers as Monday, but undeniably he looks good. His hair is loose and falling over his face, jaw clenched tight emphasising the sharp slope. His long legs rest under the bench, feet tapping on the ground, whereas yours dangle in the air, barely reaching. He catches your eye when you sneak a glance at him and his pen stills. He drops it down on the table and leans back, folding his arms in front of him, eyes on you as if in challenge. You turn your attention back to Levi, ears hot, hoping you don’t look as flushed as you feel. His eyes bore a hole into the side of your head and you can't ignore it, making you want to itch. Everyone around you starts moving when Levi announces the start of the lab and you perk up, eager to get started. In the corner of your eye, you see Jean move beside you.

“I’ve already got everything set up,” Jean says, getting up again, pointing at a microscope sitting on the bench.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll do the swabs, can you get the petri dishes ready?” He asks, pulling a tray of tubes and sterile equipment between the two of you.

“Sure,” you reply, happy to have something to do. You don’t necessarily like being told what to do, but it’s nice that for once you’re not the one that has to take charge and lead the way.

You work together in surprising harmony and the hours fly by with little trouble. The few words you do speak to each other are direct and to the point, instructions more than anything. Jean makes no effort to make any small talk and you decide to just give him the same energy back. If nothing else, it keeps you efficient, letting you finish with half an hour to spare. Even Levi seems surprised when he comes around to check on you, giving a quick nod and permission to leave early once you’ve cleaned up after yourselves. It’s a relief, since your lack of breakfast is starting to catch up on you, the one piece of toast from Mikasa doing little now to satisfy your otherwise empty stomach.

As you wipe down your bench, you clear your throat to get Jean’s attention. “So … we need to write a report on today’s lab. When do you want to meet up?”

Jean shrugs next to you, unplugging and packing away the microscope. “I don’t mind. How about tonight so we can do it while everything’s fresh?”

“That works for me,” you reply. “Might as well get it over and done with.”

He nods and closes his lab book. His name is written on the top corner of the cover in bold capital letters, the lines of the black ink sharp and jagged like a statement telling you “back off this book is mine!” It seems fitting, what with his standoffish attitude towards you. You’re afraid he might actually bite your head off if you dared to look at his notes.

“Meet at the library after we’re done with lectures? I’ll be done by four.” You suggest.

“After four’s good. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

His reply is all the confirmation you need and your head nods in a quick acknowledgement as you pick up your things to leave.

“Okay, see you then.”

Today at 16:08

Jean Kirstein (bio guy): Hey, my lecture finished late. I’m heading to the library now. See you in 10 minutes. You: no worries! i’m here already You: im on the 3rd floor in one of the study rooms Jean Kirstein (bio guy): [👍 reacted to your message]

You place your phone back on the table. You’ve been in the library for the past hour, trying to make summary notes for the lectures you’ve had today. In reality, all you’ve been doing is killing time scrolling on social media while you wait until Jean is done. You sigh, opening up your word document again, side by side with the lecture slides. If you don’t get this done today, you’re going to regret it because you’re just going to fall behind with all the content and then you’ll never catch up. It's still only the first week of semester so you definitely can't afford to set the tone by slacking off already. You scroll through the notes you had taken during class and start adding the information you had missed, trying your best to write things in ways your future self will be able to understand.

The sound of the door opening makes you jump and you look up from your screen to see Jean walking in. Instinctively, your back straightens and you sit up in your seat, immediately on high alert with his presence. He nods his head at you in greeting, setting his bag down on the table. Something feels different about him compared to when you saw him earlier this morning and you realise this is the first time you’re seeing him without a jacket on. His black T shirt hugs his frame, a little tight in the arms, emphasising the muscles which flex when he reaches up to remove his headphones. He places them down next to his bag and runs a hand through his hair to let it fall back into place. The hem of his shirt raises to reveal just a sliver of his abdomen - smooth skin with a light dusting of hair in the centre. Without you even realising, your lips part ever so slightly as you watch him with wide eyes.

His voice breaks your trance. “Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s okay," you tell him, blinking innocently. "I’ve been here for the past hour anyway, just trying to finish my notes."

“Oh, nice,” he pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat. “How was the rest of your day?”

You’re surprised. This is the first moment you can think of where Jean has asked you anything in order to get to know more about you. Could this be the start of a change in heart?

“It was long,” you groan, slumping forward on your chair with your chin resting in your palms. “I can’t believe it’s only the third day. I wish it was the holidays again.”

Jean tilts his head. His hair is tousled from the wind, strands framing his face, getting longer towards the back to graze the tops of his shoulders. He reaches into his bag, pulling out his laptop and lab guide. “What did you do during your break?”

Warmth fills you with his question. Maybe this really is the turning point in your brief acquaintanceship. You try not to let it show but you can feel the corners of your lips lift in a small smile as a flush warms your cheeks. “Nothing really! I went home to visit my family and just relaxed.” You fiddle with the edge of a sticker on your laptop. “How about you?”

Jean lets out an indifferent grunt. His eyes harden and his shoulders slump ever so slightly. “It was fine. I kept busy,” he says stiffly. He opens a new word document on his laptop and starts typing.

You want to ask him more. You want to know more about him - anything really, just a crumb would be enough to satisfy you but he’s giving you nothing. He gives no indication of wanting to continue this conversation and honestly, this hot and cold from him is really cramping your style. You shift around on your seat, sucking air between your teeth. God, could he be any less awkward?

“Let’s do this on google docs. I’ll share it with you. You can work on talking about which samples we chose today,” he says, cutting the silence.

You nod in response. “Okay.”

The tension is killing you. You don’t know how you’re possibly going to make it through this study session. It was different earlier in the lab because you had both been so preoccupied with your own tasks, only interacting when needed, but now that you actually have to work together and collaborate? The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The little angel on your shoulder tells you to be patient and stick it out, while the devil on the other side tells you to poke the bear and do whatever it takes to break the ice.

You try to concentrate on your screen so you can get started on this lab report but you’re too hyper aware of his presence next to you. You can barely even breathe, out of fear that the sound will be too loud, and you can’t sit still, the anxious energy overflowing from your limbs. A heavy sigh leaves you in a whoosh, your toes wriggling in your shoes and legs kicking restlessly under your seat. Your fingers come up to play with your necklace pendant, a family heirloom given to you by your father when you had started university. Although it’s normally your good luck charm, today it offers little comfort. Beside you, Jean’s fingers twitch from where they rest on his keyboard. One hand drops to his knee and slowly curls into a clenched fist. Your eyes flick up from following the movement to his face and you jolt at the way he’s scrutinising you. Soft lines crease his forehead as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“Are you … okay?” He asks, flatly. It feels more like an insult to your character than a question of genuine concern.

You deflate, sinking into the back of your seat. Your hands find each other, twisting your fingers together to seek some comfort. The tension in the room is palpable; it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just a little awkward that’s all,” you try to say with a light laugh. It sounds fake to your own ears. “Maybe we should get to know each other a little, since we’re gonna be spending so much time together.”

Jean lets out a noncommital grunt. He leans forward to flick through his lab book, making an intentional effort to not meet your eyes. “I don’t see what the point is. It’s not like we’re friends.”

Your movements still. It’s another strike through the heart. You have honestly never been rejected from bare minimum human decency like this before. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

“Oh…” you say dejectedly. “Never mind then I guess.” You shake your head, turning back to your screen, lips curving down in a pout. The light tapping of your fingers on your keyboard fills the room as you start typing, wanting to appear busy. “Not like I wanted to be friends with you anyway,” you mutter under your breath.

You sense Jean stiffen beside you. Yikes, you hadn’t meant for him to overhear that.

He doesn’t say anything, instead just continuing to go from reading through his notes to typing on the document. You watch as his words pop up on the document, reading them as they appear. He’s definitely smart, or at least he writes well and he knows what he’s talking about. You’re no slouch either though. You straighten up. Fine, two can play at this game. If he wants this to be strictly business then so be it. The sooner you pump out this report, the sooner you can go home.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you are done. Barely half an hour passes before you’re sitting back, stretching out your arms, letting out a slight yawn. Jean scrolls through the pages, double checking your work. He seems satisfied, giving you the benefit of a quick nod before shutting his laptop. You follow his lead, closing your screen. You still haven’t finished your notes from before but you’re hungry and definitely in need of some dinner.

Jean studies the stickers scattered over the outside cover of your laptop, sacred memorabilia of all your favourite things. His eyes linger on the worn pictures and slogans and his mouth opens slightly, as if on the edge of saying something. You self consciously run your hand across them, feeling the familiar smooth edges.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?” You ask him, your last attempt today to make some small talk.

“Nothing much. Might hit the gym then have dinner,” he responds.

“Oh cool,” you nod. “Yeah I’m gonna go home and eat something now too,” you tell him even though he doesn’t ask.

He looks at you. His eyes focus on yours, different shades of brown pooling together sucking you into their depth as he searches your eyes. The faintest hint of stubble graces his jaw, the early stages of a five o’clock shadow that hadn’t been there when you first met him. You’re reminded again how little you know about him despite the years you’ve shared as classmates. Is he normally clean shaven? What does he do in his spare time? Does he have friends? Why does he have it out for you? You try to shake off the thoughts. Classic overthinking. This is the last thing you need to be worried about. Like he said, the two of you aren’t friends and have no need to be anything more.

“Well, I better go now,” you say with a flourish as you get up. This is as much awkwardness as you can take for today. You can’t wait to go home and complain to Mikasa about how weird your interactions have been with Jean.

“Sure. Thanks for the good work today.” He says while unlocking his phone and scrolling through his notifications.

“Uh ... no problem. You too?” you drawl, making a face. Good work today? What is he - your boss? You get up and sling your bag over your shoulder. You lift your hand up in a small wave. “See you in class.”

His eyes follow you. The tips of his fingers lift in response, phone still in his hands. The corners of his mouth twitch up ever so slightly. “See you later.”

Shaking your head, you leave the room and close the door behind you. You quickly glance through the small window at Jean who hasn’t moved from looking down at his phone before turning away.

Man, what a weird guy.

you added bio guy to jean’s contact after he added his number just in case you forgot bc ur bad with names oops

jean is really a menace here im so sorry (am i?)

#jean x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #✎ . chloe wrote smth

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hoshiseon · 27 days

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✍️ Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

ahhh thank u maya for sending me this!! <3

unfortunately, i don't have 5 fics posted here yet 😭but i'll do 2 drabbles that i've posted & 3 wips :p (& i'll give a little snippet of each) MDNI bc some are... suggestive

✦ desire | ot8 vampire!atz fic {snippet of ch.2}

“we apologize for having you wait so long, there were some… issues about sleeping arrangements but whenever you’re ready i’d be more than happy to show you to one of the guest rooms.” yunho says politely with his hands clasped behind his back. the whole ordeal feels like customer service and i have to stifle a laugh at the overly formal way they both speak. seonghwa glances at him out his periphery but just as quickly looks back to me and offers me a polite smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. why he's being so odd is beyond me, seeing as he was the one to bring me here and insist on me staying in the first place. his behavior causes me to hesitate, slowly closing my book and tucking it underneath my arm. yunho still stands with a gentle smile on his face but by the way his eyes flick over to seonghwa, i can tell he can sense my hesitation. i look between the two once more before huffing and pushing to my feet, running my hands over the wrinkles in my skirt. neither of the men wait for me to say anything, yunho turns to hold open the door and seonghwa bows in my direction before maneuvering out the door. i quirk a brow at the space seonghwa left before following yunho out into the hall.

✦ goosebumps | bf!yunho smut drabble {completed!}

“you okay, baby? you haven't said anything about the movie for the past 15 minutes now.” he asked, feigning concern.

you just let out a meek hum of approval, not even really hearing what he said. yunho smirked though you couldn't see it. he let his hands trail up your thighs, playing with the ends of your (his) t-shirt. you took in a shaky breath when you felt his lips close to your ear.

“what’s got you so quiet, kitten?” he whispered, lips now trailing down to your neck, leaving the softest kisses in their wake.

“nothing.” you said way too fast, your voice unstable. you felt the chuckle that reverberated in his chest as his hands were now underneath the shirt you were wearing. he was only lightly touching your skin but you felt like everywhere he touched was leaving sparks of heat. how this man got you so needy for him so fast was beyond you. your eyes fluttered shut as he started to press actual kisses to your neck and shoulders, lightly sucking on the area near your ear.

✦ untitled bbfs!yungi smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

a few minutes later, yunho heard the sounds of soft snoring coming from behind him and turned, the sight nearly causing his heart to crawl straight out his chest. there you and mingi were, sleeping so soundly on his bed. you cuddling with his pillow. yunho had to hold back from cooing out loud as he watched mingi’s head rise and fall with the movement of your breathing, the other man’s mouth hung open as he snored. in truth, the scene was nothing new. yunho had an entire folder on his phone filled with pictures of you and mingi napping together. if you came over while yunho was out teaching a dance class, it was almost guaranteed he’d come back home to see the two of you huddled up under blankets on the couch with an anime long forgotten on the TV. but never once had he seen it happen right in his own bedroom, on his own bed. it sent a tingly warmth through his chest as he thought about how nice it’d be to come home to this everyday. his two favorite people in the entire world, finding comfort in his space.

✦ movie night | bff!junhui smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

even though it's not a created album, the hidden album highlighted in blue text underneath your other albums catches his attention. jun imagines what you could possibly have put in there and snorts a laugh to himself. it's probably embarrassing pictures you have of yourself or the boys, or maybe inappropriate memes. he figures he's got nothing to lose and clicks the album. of course, it's locked but he knows you well enough and he's smart so figuring out the password takes him barely 2 seconds. his suspicions are confirmed as he scrolls up through the album and sees a multitude of pictures you've taken of the other boys. but as he scrolls further the pictures change… now he's looking at pictures of you, some taken in your mirror with your ambience lighting set on purple or red, some taken while you're in bed, and they're nothing scandalous maybe a little suggestive but really why do you even hide these? none of them are even that bad… junhui stops in his tracks, thumb hovering over your phone. the photos he's looking at now can't be you. there's no way. his sweet, quiet, funny, inexperienced best friend cannot possibly have taken these pictures. but as he presses one to enlargen it, he sees that it most definitely is you. you half-naked, sitting up on your knees with a pillow stuffed in between the space created by your legs and the mattress. the hem of the large tee you're wearing is in your mouth as you display the sexy set of black lace underneath. jun feels like he might die. he swipes. the next photo isn't any better. in fact, it's much worse and as he continues swiping he has an inkling that the rest of the album is like this too. raunchy, lewd photos of you in your bed or bathroom. some your tits are fully on display, some you're only in a large tee, some you're only in lingerie. and all of them make his head spin and blood rush straight to his cock.

✦ sharing is caring | poly, bfs!gyuhao smut drabble {WIP; unedited}

“uhm… yeah i’m fine… just thinking.” you said, nerves getting to you and making you opt out of saying what was really on your mind. you knew it was silly to still be nervous around the two of them but you couldn’t help it. you could feel the energy in the tiny kitchen of your guys’ apartment shift as the tension only grew with the prolonged silence. the two knew you well enough to pick up on not only the nervous lilt in your voice but also your body language. the way you were shifting your weight, avoiding eye contact, and picking at your clothes all clear indicators that there was definitely more than you were actually saying.

“___, you can tell us whatever’s on your mind,” you looked up at minghao as he spoke gently to you. “when have we ever judged you?” he asked, head tilting slightly. you looked away again, drawing in a dramatic breath and looking up towards the ceiling. damn him and his extremely convincing eyes.

“i was… i was thinking about the last time we were all together.” you rushed out still staring up at the ceiling, refusing to look at either of them as you finally confessed to the thoughts plaguing you.

minghao knew exactly what you were talking about. he did the moment he picked up on how nervous you were, he just wanted you to admit it. mingyu, on the other hand, was still trying to decipher what you were (not) saying.“...what about it?”, mingyu piped up, expression resembling a confused puppy with the way his head was still tilted. he was trying to recall the last time you were all together… oh. you and minghao saw the realization hit him as his eyes flicked between the both of you. hao smirked amusedly before looking back at you. you finally made eye contact with him, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

★ note: this drabble is actually for @angelwonie (in response to an ask she sent a while ago) I PROMISE I'LL GET TO IT BAEFIE 😭

#this is....long lmao #but i had fun!!#lmk what u guys think abt the lil snippets i posted #bc maybe it'll give me motivation to finish them :)#🪐 — hey buddies!#🪐 — love & letters #🎧 — maya!#ateez fics #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #poly ateez x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #poly seventeen x reader

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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thoughts are being had ab a certain lawyer getting handsy during a family dinner but he cant rlly do anything bc the kids are still there

but damn, if he doesnt try😵‍💫

He’s def in for a little treat when y’all go to bed hehe

16+

ALSO THANK U FOR THIS JESS

“Babe, I’m trying to do something here,” you mutter.

Matt has his hands on your waist as he’s behind you. He has a firm hold on your frame and he has you backed up into him. Not so much where it’s obvious, but you can definitely feel his boner.

“I can’t show affection to my beautiful and hardworking wife and mother of our two kids?” Matt hums

Damn you already know what he says it making you go crazy. Especially when he says “hardworking” like GET YOH A MAN WHO APPRECIATES YOU 😛

“I do appreciate it, but I’m still making the food,” you say.

He leans forward close to your ear. He softly kisses the nape od your neck, making you shiver. “How about you let everyone finish the meal and serve themselves. We can eat later.”

“I’m hungry, too,” you say. “Alright. We can both eat and I’ll get dessert later,” he remarks.

He’s so cheesy it’s so cute and hot hehe.

At the dinner table, you already know that he has a hand on your thigh. He’s laughing along to whatever Karen is saying as his hand is sliding further and further up your leg.

“Y/n, how’s the new position going?” Karen asks.

“So well! Im really grateful I stuck with this place,” you grin.

“I bet. You know, I thought working at Nelson and Murdock would be a dead end - and it was - but I’m finally working somewhere important,” she says.

“Hey! We were important!” Foggy exclaims. “Especially since we got you out of going to prison,” Matt smirks.

But he’s not smirking at his words. His fingers are hovering over your clit, making your stomach flip. You smack his hand lightly and he just grabs your thigh in response, making you lightly gasp

“You okay?” Foggy asks. “Yeah, I just realized I didn’t wash something at my work correctly,” you chuckle

“Well, you’re the head chef so you can just blame it on your employees,” foggy smirks.

You smile a little, “yeah, definitely.”

Later that night matt is in for it. You’re only wearing panties to bed and you’ve forbade him to touch you. This man is going crazy 😭

Also like I imagine him def tryna start something in the morning and well… you let him hehe

#matt concepts #matt murdock x reader smut #sara.nsfw

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drawlfoy · 2 years

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Wonders of Ohio Q/A:

+ spoilers for wonders of Ohio, it’s a great series and I highly recommend it 👏

What was Y/N’s reaction after getting her memories back? D: (As in, how did she react after realizing she had been obliviated, [which is totally NOT a word] that makes sense?)

hi anon! i actually originally wrote the scene where y/n gets her memories back (when i started writing the epilogue in her pov first) if you're interested! apologies for any typos or errors this was a ROUGH draft that i scrapped quickly:

“Did you always know that you wanted to study the stars?” His voice was soft and caressing, especially when it was so close to her ear.

“Not always,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat up. He was so close, and it was distracting. “I liked Physics, though. And I’ve always been fascinated with space.”

He hummed, then shifted so he was gazing down at her, his chin propped up by his palm. His moonbeam blonde hair looked radiant under the starlight. Quite honestly, it was ridiculous how much she liked him already. This was their second date. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, and she was already reduced to an absolute nervous wreck when she was around him. She’d never felt so drawn to someone before, and her affection for him only grew when he offered to take her out to stargaze outside of the city when she complained about light pollution.

“I never get to just stare at the stars anymore,” she confessed. “Whenever I think about them nowadys, I normally have to do some sort of obscure calculation. It’s so nice to just…look.” If she squinted just right, she could see the cloudy wisps of the Milky Way above them, curling around the stars. “Oh! There’s you!”

She jerked her hand up, pointing with one finger to trace the Draconis constellation. He cast his eyes to the sky, a dimple appearing in his cheek as he opened his mouth to say something. Before he managed to make any sound, an overwhelming sense of vertigo overwhelmed her.

She shot up, gasping, placing her palms firmly on the blanket below them as she attempted to regain her bearings.

“Are you okay?” Draco asked, reaching out to lightly touch her shoulders.

“I—” Her eyes kept going out of focus every time she tried to look at him, like he was a fuzzy memory that she was attempting to recall. Her head spun even more at the thought, and it propelled her forward until she crashed against something solid.

“Something solid” turned out to be Draco’s chest as his arms held her upright, rubbing circles on her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laden with concern. “What are you feeling? Do I need to call a doctor?”

“No.” She shook her head, meeting his eyes. He was still fuzzy. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

The delicate way he brushed her hair away from her face reminded her of—reminded her of—who, exactly? Someone. It reminded her of something.

And then, like a floodgate opened inside of her mind, she remembered. The effect was instantaneous, like she had been doused with a bucket of cool water. Her eyes began to brim with tears as the years of unacknowledged mourning surfaced.

“Y/N?” asked Draco, tentatively. His face was clear again, but it was just as she had remembered. Because she did remember.

“It’s you,” she breathed. Something flickered across his face. “I can’t believe it. I thought I was never going to see you again. I was so sure…” It wasn’t until her voice hitched that she discovered she was weeping. So instead of talking, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

He smiled down at her, his eyes shiny. “I told you it wasn’t the end, didn’t I?”

anyway i hope u enjoy hehe. in this scene she isn't nearly as angry abt being obliviated bc she regains all of her memories—meaning that she knows that she made the choice to be obliviated for a reason. i always liked to imagine that she's just overwhelmed with emotion.

thank you for asking such a thoughtful question!! lmk if you have any other ones!!

#dee overshares #draco x reader

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moonlit-jeno · 3 years

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red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,” The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

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this is kind of a subchapter ig bc nothing really happens to continue on the story but I figured I'd give it to you anyway :) im so down bad for him it’s embarrassing. if you know me irl no you don't

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

pairing: street racer!Sapnap x fm!reader

cw: oral (m. receiving), thigh riding, degradation (slightly), spit cum and rock and roll, language, semi-public sex, sir kink?, okay shut up its just filth tbh

wc: ~2380

collaborative playlist (add your songs :))

previous part

Sapnap ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving to rest his arm along the back of the bench seat, his hand brush against your shoulder softly. His other hand settled lazily on the thin steering wheel after turning up the radio a few notices. You swirled your tongue against the strawberry sucker between your lips, trying to quell the burning frustration you felt at his words.

“Suck on this and be a good girl while I’m on the phone,” he had said, answering his ringer after pushing the treat into your mouth.

He’d hung up the phone at least ten minutes prior yet you were still pouting at his nipping, cocky tone as you took the candy without sassing him. Sapnap never drove cars that were as old as the one you were in now, but he had asked you to tag along during one of his deliveries for his boss. You were curious which vehicle you would be swapping the tank for but, at the same time, you appreciated the bench seat and the airflow from the open windows.

Despite its age, the leather seats and detailing made it feel like the two of you were in some kind of old gangster movie, even though Sapnap was only in jeans and a t-shirt.

You slid across the seat, tucking yourself against his side as he wrapped his arm around you. You pulled your knees to your chest and he pressed his lips against your temple, stepping on the gas a bit more as he sped down the road. Your hand moved to rest on his thigh, slowly sliding your hand down the inside of his leg. You could see him smirking out of the corner of your eye as if to dare you to continue.

He started to hum to the radio as your nails raked down the denim, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He seemed to not be affected by your antics but you noticed his knuckles flush white as he gripped onto the steering wheel, giving away his subtle restraint.

You leaned back slightly, pulling the sucker from your mouth as his eyes darted to you before you stuck it in his mouth. “Hold this for me,” you muttered, watching as his teeth bit down on the stick as you palmed him through his jeans. Your other hand ran into his hair as his hold on the steering wheel tightened, his lips curling into a small smirk.

You sat off of him for a split second, tying your hair back as he shook his head with a small chuckle, forcing his eyes to remain glued to the road ahead of you. You pressed your lips to his neck, unbuttoning his pants and slipping your hand into his boxers, earning a groan from him. “Can I suck on something else to keep quiet?” You joshed softly as he shifted to give you a better angle. He inhaled sharply as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

You moved to sit with your knees against the leather, his hand hooking around your ponytail as you pumped your hand over his length, earning a moan from him. You looked up at him with what doe-eyes you could muster, attempting to hide the lust and deviousness behind your antics. He looked down briefly at you as he shifted gears lazily. “Am I going to be too distracting?” You asked, realizing he had stopped at a red light. He barely shook his head, sending a small wave to whoever was in the car beside the two of you.

You dug your teeth into his thigh and his fingers slipped beneath your ponytail, knotting in your locks as you quickened your hand. You moaned as he tugged at your hair, pushing yourself closer to his lap as the car began to move again. You were thankful he was a smooth driver or you would be thrown to the floorboards. That goes without saying that he wouldn’t slam on the breaks if you tried any funny business.

He pressed his shoulders against his seat, a low groan grumbling from his chest as his arousal grew in your hand. You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue tease his sensitive skin. You pushed him into your mouth, gauging his size as you bobbled your head over his cock slowly, not yet taking him completely. The rush of power pulsed through your veins as he throbbed at your touch, your tongue swirling against what you could reach of his shaft.

His hand moved from its rough grip on your hair to rest in the crook of your neck, seemingly wanting to feel your throat straining to please him. You pulled off of him, swallowing as your hand bobbed against the slickness of your spit and his precum. He made a turn, hand steady as if you weren’t pressing your elbows into the expensive leather and literally stroking his ego.

You licked your lips, regretting your lipstick choice as you saw it smeared against your hand and his cock, despite the fact that you had only just begun. You took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks the best you could as your hand moved in tandem with the song. His thumb brushed against the back of your neck softly in quiet gratefulness of your work. Your tongue swirled designs against his dick as you attempted not to choke on him.

You felt him shiver as you moaned around him. “Baby, just like that,” he cooed. “You’re taking me so well. My good girl.” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, teeth still holding the sucker as his eyes flashed between you in his lap and the road in front of him. Heat spiked through your body at his praise, the flush that was already there from the temperature in the car adding to the warmth between your legs.

You took him further down your throat, slipping him between your lips as you pulled off before taking a few centimeters more as you repeated. You were hell-bent on your mouth reaching his base, already tasting the worship he would give you as you did so. Your spit leaked against your hand, making your descent easier as your eyes watered from the pressure on your throat.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he moaned, his hips tensing under you as he struggled not to buck into your mouth. Your tongue curled against his shaft, sucking him harder. The taste of him was beginning to overpower that of the lollipop as he strained against finishing, his cock hard in your mouth and hand. Tears striped down your cheeks as you held him in the back of your throat before bobbing your head back, his hot pleasure coating the back of your throat as he let out a low moan of your name.

You realized then that he had stopped. You pumped him a few more times, earning a snide comment from him as you looked at your slick hand wrapped around him and the damage that you had done. Before you could sit up, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. “Nuh-uh. Clean me up,” he commanded, his dominance sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body as you readily heeded to his demand, licking up what you could as if was the elixir of life.

You sat up, crawling over to straddle one of his legs and pulling the bare stick from between his teeth, tossing it out of the window. You pressed your lips against his hungrily, his arm wrapping around your waist to drag you against his denim-clad thighs. His other slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, nails biting into the flesh of your legs. The taste of him blended with the artificial strawberry flavoring as his tongue pressed into your mouth with a moan.

You rolled your hips against his legs, letting the friction swim into your thoughts as you broke the kiss. Your hand wrapped around his cock again, stirring up his arousal once more. His cheeks were flushed with a soft pink as a result of the hot summer day and what you were doing to him. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin to show how much you belonged to him. You tilted your head to give him more space, moaning his name softly as his hand moved with your hips encouraging you to get off.

You sped up the pace of your hand, making him groan against your skin as he stiffened. His voice was deep and velvety in your ear as he wrapped himself around you. His tongue pressed against your neck, the breeze from the windows reaching into ghost against his marks. He bounced his knee as if dead set on getting you off before him as you ground against him like a horny teenager. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?” He bit, menacingly as you let out an almost pornographic moan at the friction. His arm tightened around you, driving you further up his leg as your thumb swirled over his tip, collecting what you could of his cum and dragging it down his length.

You tugged your lip between your teeth, your other hand threading your fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “I’m your good little slut? Am I making you feel that good, sir?” You teased, stifling a moan in his t-shirt as he lapped at your collarbones, chasing the high you were bringing him to with your hand again.

His teeth nipped threateningly against your skin. “Fuck, don’t berate me while you’re riding my thigh,” he nearly growled. As if proving some kind of point, his hips jutted into your hand, driving against you harder as you whimpered at the feeling between your legs.

His hand dipped beneath the stitching at the slightly ruffled bottom of your shirt, fingers digging into your skin to leave more of his markings. You were lucky he would be the only one seeing those placements besides you. You couldn’t imagine how it would be for someone else to see the various teeth lines and bruises. He probably felt the same after you always littered his body in your makeup and nail marks. “Would you rather me be more vulgar?” You mustered, voice uneven and needy as you shamelessly thrust your hips against his leg. You felt his cock throb again, his second orgasm easier to conjure than the first as his face flushed at the stimulation.

He moved one of his hands to tug at your sleeve, pressing his lips against your freshly exposed skin. “Tell me what you want instead,” he groaned. “You look so cute. I wanna hear you whine like the little slut I know you are,” he muttered darkly.

“I want you to cum all over my hand,” you moaned, digging your face into his shirt. “I want you to make a mess of me. Please, sir,” you whined. His hand moved from your arm to the crook of your neck again, tugging your lips to crash against his in a burn of neediness. You moaned at the taste of strawberry still on his lips, dragging yourself against his leg as he bounced his knee, making your climax spark through you without warning. As your hips stuttered against him, your hand pulsed around his cock. Swallowing your whimpering moans, Sapnap came, his sticky finish painting your hand again as he groaned.

You leaned against the hood of the car, watching as Sapnap and an unknown man discussed prices that Sapnap’s boss was asking for. You popped the gum in your mouth, finding that you would much rather be tasting Sapnap on your tongue as he crossed his arms. The man handed him an envelope of cash, which he flipped through easily as if he had done the task millions of times over.

The man flashed a toothy grin at you as you tucked your hands behind your back, looking small compared to Sapnap’s frame. Sultry images flipped through your head knowing that Sapnap looked like he could break you over his knee. “That pretty thing come with the Mercury?” The man asked. While you were busy gushing over Sapnap, you hadn’t realized the man was sizing you up like some kind of meat.

You wrinkled your nose as if to question his sincerity. Without looking up from the envelope, Sapnap chimed, “Make a comment like that again and I’ll drag you behind the ‘65 Catalina by your intestines.” His voice was even and deadpanned, making your eyebrows raise as you bit back a sardonic grin. The man closed his mouth into a tight-lipped frown as Sapnap barely looked up to toss him the keys to the car the two of you had brought.

He turned, stuffing the envelope into his pocket and gesturing two fingers for you to follow him. As you jogged to join his side, he wrapped an arm around you, sliding his hand into your back pocket as the man yelled a defeated salutation after the two of you. “I’m not letting anyone talk to you like a toy,” Sapnap bit, sending you a smug grin.

You almost stripped out of your shorts for him there, yet instead, let him tuck you to his side. “You talk to me like I’m a toy, Sap,” you quipped back, disguising the fact that you secretly liked it. His confidence and the ease he had at defending you had your head spinning.

He chuckled darkly. The two of you approached another vehicle, a sleek, black Corvette gleaming at you as he opened the passenger door. He leaned his arms against the open window frame as you slid inside. He closed the door behind you. “That’s because you’re mine to play with. Not Bumfuckville Kenny,” he leered back, bringing a blush to your cheeks before he pressed his lips to yours briefly. “I treat you like a lady when you’re not begging for my cock, anyway,” he clarified with a cocky tone, sending you a wink before walking around the front of the car, leaving you hot and worked up again.

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the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note; thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

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