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Hwajin and a Teacher S/o

Hwajin x Gn! Reader

NSFW

MNDI

W: Blowjob, Mentions of Sex, Semi Submissive Hwajin, Morals Don’t Exist Here

Hwajin never thought that he'd fall for someone during the job but here he was crashing into you as you tried to make it to your classroom. He apologized for the incident but couldn't help his hands linger on you as he helped you up from the ground.

“Sorry about that, didn't mean to crash into you.” He gave you his widest smile, the one that would show off his canines. His heart beat began to elevate as you made eye contact with him. You took in his entire being and analyzed it.

He knew that doing this was wrong.

“Oh, it's fine. You were in a hurry and I wasn't paying attention.” You smiled back at him.

Yeah, this was really wrong for him to do.

“You're a teacher here, correct?” You nodded at his question and continued to walk to your classroom.

“Would you mind letting me into your classroom? The Ministry of Education has me assigned to the school and to the grade you teach.” He knew this was wrong and it was only getting worse.

So why?

Why did your body feel so right up against his own? Why was your panting the most sinful thing that he’s ever heard? Was this how he lost his sense of self, tempted by someone so perfect who he had to have? He kissed your neck and bit into it just like he had done with your shoulder. In his wake he left a trail of bruises and marks. He left his morals on your skin.

Everything about the moment was perfect in his mind. Everything about you was greater then the places he’s been able to see in his lifetime. He felt right being inside of you and he felt even better when you moaned for him. This had to be the correct thing to do because it was just so good. He laid out everything he was out for you. He was yours and you were his.

The next morning, you were gone. Nothing about you was left in his apartment other then the red tracks running down his back. You left your claim on him and ran.

“Cute.” He was irritated with you, it was only natural after such a good lay left him. He laid on his back and stared mindlessly at the ceiling above.

“So you wan to play this game. Fine, we can play.” Hwajin lifted himself and went into his bathroom to wash away last nights events.

Maybe if he tried hard enough he could pretend that you were still there with him, your hands running down his body as he washed himself. Maybe you’d kiss down his neck and tell him how much you wanted him. He wouldn’t know what you would really do but he could fantasize about you in the way he saw fit. He thought of you whispering about how you wanted him to claim you again.

“Fill me, Hwajin. Please?” It was borderline mocking but he loved it.

“Can you shove your cock in me and fill me with your cum? Can you make me feel satisfied?” You would pay kisses down his body and eventually stop right above his pubic area. You were so close to touching the most sensitive part of him apart from his scalp.

“Let me take care of you, Hwajin.” You grabbed his sex and began to pump. He was already leaking and the white substance that came out stuck to your thumb as you passed over the tip. You picked your thumb and savored Hwajin cum. It was thick but a bit sour. It wasn’t bad by any means, it made you crave for more.

You placed your mouth on the tip and continued to give his cock head soft kisses with a mild suction to get him riled up. He began to lose his composure and his hips jitters towards you. He wanted to push past your teeth and have you take him entirely in your mouth.

“Patience Hwajin. Good and strong men wait for their turns.” You simply smirk up at him and swallowed him completely. His cock twitched inside your mouth as you kept him in place. He was already hitting the back of your throat and he could feel the way your throat constricted and move. You were torturing him for not keeping still.

“M-move!” Hwajin has never felt this small in his entire life. You did this to him. You were the only one who could do this and get away with it.

The water turned cold and your hazy form disappeared from sight. His dick became flaccid, no longer swollen and needy but instead resting in between his legs.

“Dammit!” He growled. Maybe he could find some other time to get you back into his bed. Maybe.

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fiore-rosewood9 · 2 years

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You can’t tell me he isn’t hot, right?

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fiore-rosewood9 · 2 years

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meddle about

Mob!Bucky x Babysitter!Reader (one-shot)

Run-through: He keeps having to remind himself that he shouldn’t be having such thoughts about you. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t; you work for him, you take care of his kids, you’re much younger than him, etc… But sometimes, the heart wants what it wants. And now even big bad mob bosses can deny their desires for too long.

Themes: mob!bucky, babysitter!reader, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), smut

You weren’t facing the entrance to the kitchen, yet you felt him enter the room.

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fiore-rosewood9 · 2 years

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If you're in the mood for a Geralt fic, can ya please write an angsty smutty one where Geralt has a hugeass fight with the reader and they have make up sex???? Its completely okay if you're not taking requests (CUZ I CANT FIND ANY GERALT FIC AND IM SAD)

Anything for you my love

Aight

So I’m thinking you were mad at Geralt because here you were, falling for him undoubtedly

And yet, each time you confessed your feelings to him, he told you that it was all in your head

Or that he wasn’t someone one should love. Or that he cannot be the one for you because of his reputation

Yet, he would visit you a lot.

He’d fuck you like he owned you…for hours.

But then, he’d never stay till the morning.

Each morning you’d wake up in an empty in your family home, an empty space beside you.

You’d wake up to find that he’s long gone for the day; fighting monster and what not.

You’d long and whine for him all day, trying to get a grip on your emotions and trying to convince yourself that no, maybe it’s not love but something else

Yet each night when he’d come back and sneak into your room; he would remind you that you indeed loved him.

And each time, your heart would break a little, knowing that the man you loved was never going to love you back.

Ever

So you tried to get over him.

Once, after a heated fight, he left for a couple of days; and no one knew where he went or when he was going to come back

You two had fought over the nature of your relationship. And in the heat of the moment, he had very angrily told you that you were nothing but a means to let out his stress and frustration

Needless to say, you were heartbroken

And you tried to get over him while he was gone

Tried

You’d actually replied to other men when they talked to you

You’d say yes to dining with whichever Knights came to ask your father for permission to court you

Yet none ever compared to the white-haired Witcher you loved so much.

None of their kisses were as electrifying as Geralt’s.

But in order to save yourself the heartache, you had to get over him. And you acted like you had

Until…

The day Geralt came back.

And he didn’t know he hated seeing another man touching you until he found you roaming around with one of the Knights from the neighboring kingdom.

You were hand in hand, and Geralt watched from afar as the blond man caressed your face and stole a few kisses.

What hurt Geralt the most was that you kissed the man back

Geralt didn’t know his heart could beat so fast, he didn’t know jealousy could course through his veins with such intensity.

He didn’t know, until now, that he felt so strongly towards you.

But as of now, he was jealous and angry more than anything.

And he decided to wait until night time. For in the dark of the night no one would see him sneak into your room.

He waited, his anger taking over and burning brighter and brighter with each minute he spent watching you smiling and laughing in the arms of the knight.

Then came night time

And as planned, he sneaked into your room

And he caught you while you were changing behind the room divider

You froze when you heard heavy footsteps.

But before you could peak from behind the room divider, Geralt was in front of you; grabbing your wrists harshly and pinning them above your head

His large frame pressed your naked body against the wall behind you

And for the first time, you saw something other than just tiredness and lust in his eyes

It was the green flames of jealousy, and guilt almost, but whatever it was, it was intense in his golden eyes

“Geralt, what the fuck are you doing?”

He chuckled as he watched you struggling to free yourself from his strong grip and failing miserably

“You’ve never questioned me before. What’s changed now?” he asked, leaning in closer.

His voice was deep and low

He sounded dangerous, and angry.

“You left! You left me here. I’m just another easy fuck to you, aren’t I? Well go on then, take what you want and go!” you raised your voice at him, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone! I saw you earlier today, walking around with… Whoever the fuck that was”

He looked you dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped in between your legs; caressing your folds.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, leaning in so his lips hovered over your skin right beneath your ear, “Did he touch you like I do?”

You opened your mouth to sass at him but you ended up moaning instead.

He smirked and slipped his fingers past your entrance with ease; massaging and stroking your walls gently

He chuckled when he watched how you reacted to his touch.

His pride amplified because he knew now that no matter what, you’d always be his. And no one could ever touch you like he did.

The movement of his hand quickened, as your moans got higher and higher in pitch.

And he had you coming undone all over his hand in no time

Leaving you breathless while he dragged you to your bed.

The same bed he had fucked you in so many times now

But this time was different, because this time he wanted to prove a point.

He wanted to show you that you belonged to him.

Only him

He didn’t waste time to push himself into you

His thick cock stretching you out while he claimed you to be his

Entirely his

He placed his large hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounded into you until his cum was oozing out of you

“You’re mine”

He repeated over and over again as he made you come around his cock again and again

He was relentless

He fucked you on the bed

Against the wall

Had you bend over your dresser while he rammed his cock in and out of you until you came violently; gushing out all over him shamelessly

He carried your almost limp body back to bed, where he spread your legs apart and pushed his face into your sensitive core

His tongue flicked and circled around your swollen clit until you cried out and begged him to let you cum

But he wouldn’t

He’d tease you, and bring you to the edge several times but wouldn’t grant you the permission to cum

He could go on till the sunrise, but he decided to finally give you a break after he saw that you couldn’t take it anymore

And he finally let you come all over his tongue

He’d proceed to lap up whatever you have him and he’d lick you clean

He’d kiss his way up your body and hold your trembling frame close to his naked body.

“I’m sorry, for everything I said. I’m sorry for leaving you”

His words were the last things you heard before you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms

Surprisingly, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

He had stayed till the morning. For the first time.

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fiore-rosewood9 · 2 years

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Hi! May I request some fluffy headcanons about Geralt fingering a reader who's not usually practice penetration? ☺️☺️☺️ Thanks!

pleeeease can you do a hc with Geralt and like “innocent/shy” reader. I’ll love you forever

So, I’m writing for these two in one because they fit together really well!

MKAY!

Oh but can you imagine how cocky he would get once he realizes how shy and flustered you get around him?

Cause he would see you laughing and joking around with the others at the tavern you were often at; given it was your family business

But each time your eyes met his from across the room, you’d get quiet and shy

He would specifically ask for you to serve him

And many time, you did

However, on some days you’d just send other people

At first Geralt thought it was because you didn’t like him

Then he gradually he realized that it was simply because he made you nervous

He noticed you were polite, but reserved

He liked how you could easily avoid the drunk men who flirted with you

He saw how well you dressed; in light colored dresses and pretty corsets

The tavern was owned by your rich, snobbish father who made sure to give hell to any man who dared touch his daughter

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Geralt kept his distance

But not for long.

One day, after three glasses of ale and unable to hear any more of Jaskier’s nonsense, Geralt manages to catch you making your way out through the back door of the tavern.

Mindlessly, he followed you

He knew your father would have his head if he were to be seen following you sneakily like this, but he had to make a move

Because despite your shyness, he caught the lingering looks you often threw him from across the room.

You were… inexperienced, he could tell just by the way you moved.

You dripped of innocence and just a hint of rebellion

And you were driving the Witcher insane so he followed you out

He found you at the back, handing out something to a group of little children; who had big smiles on their faces as they took off running

He waited until you turned around and gasped as soon as you saw him

He had his black hood on, yet with that white hair of his - you’d recognize him anywhere

However you panicked, and you lowered you eyes to the ground immediately after staring into his golden ones for a brief second.

“What are you doing out here?” his deep, low voice asked.

He noticed the faint tremble of your lower lip

As though he had caught you doing something illegal

“I… I was sneaking some food to the kids. My father makes us throw away the leftover while the children starve so, I bring them food every night. Please don’t tell my family,” you begged.

And upon hearing about your kind gesture, Geralt didn’t know if he wanted to worship you like a Goddess or fuck you until the sun came up the next morning.

“I won’t, don’t worry…,” he trailed off, approaching you.

If it were any other man, you would have taken a few steps back by now but you were weirdly comfortable around him

“You’re really pretty, Y/N”

You blushed, and refused to meet his eyes.

He took a few steps towards you and gently grabbed your chin and lifted your head up so you would look in his eyes.

“Now I see why your old man is so protective of you… if you were mine, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch you either,” he spoke as if in a haze.

And he couldn’t tell if it was because of the ale or your eyes which had him under their spell.

Either way, he was more than happy to be this close to you.

At some point, he managed to walk the two of you backwards till your back hit the closest wall and he had you trapped between him and the wall

He leaned down gently, and stopped a few centimeter away from your lips

He waited

He waited to see if you’d push him away

And his heart soared when you didn’t

He pressed his lips to yours and he could immediately tell that you probably had never kissed many people before since it took you some time to learn how to move your lips with his.

Your innocence drove him insane

The idea of someone like him staining you and ruining your body made his slow heart quicken.

He heard the soft moan which left your lips when he deepened the kiss and allowed his hand to gently travel down your body

Your neck

Your collar bones

Your chest, and slowly undoing the first few buttons at your front to gently caress your breasts

Swiftly, his hand slipped under your dress and for the first second or two, you panicked.

Geralt pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he waited.

You blushed again because you didn’t want him to stop, but you were too shy to tell him to go on, that it was okay to touch you.

that you wanted him to touch you.

But Geralt knew, he could read your face like an open book

“You want me to touch you, Y/N?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief as his fingers gently caressed your inner thighs.

His hand didn’t move upwards, he kept it very still, just tracing imaginary shapes on your skin.

He leaned in and kissed the side of your face and gently nibbled on the skin at your jaw.

Geralt chuckled when you nodded gently.

He kissed you again, a bit more rough this time.

His hands travelled up your leg, making you squirm gently as you were ticklish around those spots

But mainly because you had never been touched before, so the feeling was foreign

Geralt almost groan when he felt just how tight and warm you were, your arousal smearing all over his hand as he pushed his finger deep within you

He gave you a couple of seconds to adjust, then he pushed another finger in

You whimpered at first, it didn’t hurt but it took you some time to get accustomed to the feeling

He was very gentle; massaging your walls slowly as he pulled away to watch your reaction

Your eyes were closed and your lips parted

He leaned in to kiss your open mouth, making you blush again while he quickened his pace slightly

you felt an unfamiliar rush, a warmth wash over you while a sweet pressure formed in between your hips.

Geralt kissed your neck while he quickened his pace a little more

And soon, the pressure became too much to handle, and you let go

You came all over his hand, not fully understanding what just happened but you admitted that it felt nice.

You blushed when you saw that Geralt was watching you intently as he slowly slipped his fingers out of you, past your folds.

“You’re such a pretty girl when you cum,” he commented.

And you blushed even more, hiding your face into his chest while he smiled and pulled you closer.

a/n: …

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fiore-rosewood9 · 2 years

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Hey if you wanted to lay it on SUPER THICK would you do a innocent virgin reader with geralt like your hc earlier had me reeling and im a whore for soft virginity taking fics,,,, only if you're up for it!!!

Geralt x reader where reader is a witch but is a virgin and they keep playing cat and mouse until he finally takes her v-card and turns out they are soulmates. PRETTYPLEASEEEEE

Any chance you could write a second part to that geralt headcannon with innocent!reader where she loses her virginity to him? xxx

a/n: So i’m doing these 3 together; just a quick little something because i don’t want my Geralt people to starve.

Also, NOT MY GIF.

ooh but could you imagine though?

Geralt’s pride would amplify the moment he’d find out you’ve never had sex before

The though of you so pretty, innocent and pure drove him wild.

Did that make him want to keep you safe and protect you forever as though you were a fragile flower? Probably

But did that make him want to ruin your body, make you his and fuck senseless even more? Definitely.

At first, you’d avoid him

And he’d chase you without really admitting it

He’d just find himself gravitated to where you were

And he’d make sure to keep other men away from you

He’d admire you from afar and he promised himself that he’d make you his one day

You were rather shy, so it took him some time to finally get you alone

Oh but when he did… he took his sweet time with you

He would be slow and gentle at first, kissing you softly and making sure to watch out for any sign which told him to stop

But he found none

You’d melt under his touch; your own powers forgotten - you’d let him do whatever he wanted with your body

He’d kiss you so gently as if you were made of glass

He’d kiss his way down your body; biting your skin around your inner thighs before finally kissing you exactly where you wanted him

You had only ever touched yourself a couple of times, so his tongue was a whole new sensation against your wet folds

Geralt would be relentless

He wouldn’t stop until your body was shaking under him

He’d kiss his way up your body again; settling in between your legs

He’d grab your chin gently and force you to look him in the eyes

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he’d whisper then lean down to kiss you while guiding his cock over to your entrance

He’d slowly rub his throbbing tip up and down your folds before finally pushing into you

You’d wince at first; the feeling was foreign but it drove you crazy at the same time

You felt so full that it was hard to form a proper thought

Geralt rocked his hips against yours gently at first, then quickened his pace as he went

He’d grunt at just how tight you felt

He’d be careful, and sort of reckless at the same time

Your whimpers would fuel his lust

And he liked seeing your skin covered in marks he left behind

He liked how your body moved against his like a rag doll

“You’re mine. I won’t let anyone else touch you” he’d whisper in your ear as he made you come over and over again

He’d slow fuck you all while telling you that you belonged to him

He’d be a gentle lover, despite his intimidating persona

He’d stay in bed with you after

He’d gently run his hand up and down your back as you slept; clinging to his side

He’d smile faintly at the sounds of the soft snores leaving your lips.

He’d lean down just a little to give you a soft kiss on the forehead

“Mine” he’d whisper to himself as he pulled away from your forehead

I’m guessing Geralt would just get more and more protective over you after your first night together.

Which would lead to little banters

“I am not overreacting! That guy was all over you!”

“Geralt! You need to stop this, I can take care of myself. I don’t need you t-”

He’d grab your wrists and pin them above your head, pushing you against the wall; shutting you up immediately

“You were saying?” he’d stare into your eyes until you were a stuttering mess.

And he’d show you just how much you need him.

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ALL DERE TYPES LIST

So, I'm compiling a massive list of all the dere archetypes to the best of my knowledge. Why? Because I have no life. If anything is inaccurate or if I'm missing something, let me know. I'll add more and more as I go along. If you have any good examples for a type where characters are concerned, let me know✌

Turning this into an ask meme! Reblog and send an emoji based on what kind of dere you think the person who reblogged this came off as

💢Tsundere- Tsunderes are your archetypal "hard on the outside, soft on the inside" type. At least the classic variety is. Classic tsundere characters tend to start out aloof and avoidant with fiery tempers but over time they will begrudgingly show a gentler, more easily flustered lovestruck side to the right person. There's a second type of tsundere in which the character is sweet, gentle and friendly most of the time but that one person will trigger their fiery temper and that's how you know they love you.

🤫Dandere- Dandere characters tend to start out as someone who is very shy, quiet, asocial and withdrawn. They don't talk all that much and may not show a lot of emotion. However, around the right person they may open up more and show that they are a very friendly, kind, loving person beneath their withdrawn exterior.

❄Kuudere- Kuuderes are oft confused with danderes but they aren't the same thing. A kuudere has an icy demeanor. She is aloof, doesn't show emotion, and possibly pragmatic and very cynical. But if the right person comes along and earns their trust, the ice might just melt and the kuudere in question is revealed to be a very soft, kindhearted gentle person.

🔪Yandere- Ah, now for a scary type. A yandere may often appear sweet, cutesy,loving, and romantic on the surface but if you catch their interest you're FUCKED. Yanderes are extremely jealous, possessive and obsessive of their love interests and will go to any lengths to have them by their side. Those lengths often include kidnapping said love interest, killing their friends and family so they can have the person all to themselves, or at worst killing said love interest because if they can't have them, no one can. There are more benign types of yandere in which said yandere is clearly obsessed but doesn't go much further than stalking or going through their love interest's trash. Creepy still? But mainly harmless.

💕Deredere- A deredere is a character who is sweet, loving, and energetic through and through. There's no guesswork involved with these guys. They typically have quite the bubbly disposition.

👑Himedere- A himedere is like a tsundere or kuudere who demands to be treated as if they were a princess by their love interest. They may or may not be actual royals. They often show a bratty, spoiled, regal, or arrogant disposition and may treat their love interest as one of their "royal subjects" or call them a peasant.

✝️Kamidere- Similar to himedere, except this person wants their love interest to treat them like a God or goddess. They may or may not actually be one. They may demand that their love interest worship them. Also very arrogant individuals.

🩸Yangire- A lot of people confuse yangire and yandere but they are very, very different. A yangire refers to a character who often seems cutesy, sweet, and harmless or maybe even just plain normal (which is indeed genuine) on the surface but it masks a very violent, unhinged side of their personality. Unlike a yandere, this violent side isn't necessarily triggered by romantic love or jealousy (though this isn't to say that a yangire can't fall in love), it could be triggered by lots of different things.

🤬Tsungire- A tsungire is a character who is angry, fiery, hostile, irritable and maybe even arrogant through and through. They are fiery and angry outside, violent inside. They are nearly unapproachable.

🎭Tsunshun- a tsunshun is a character who is irritable, fiery, aloof and hostile inside but actually very sad, depressed and lonely on the inside. It's a "mask" of sorts to hide their sad, vulnerable, sensitive interior.

💧Coodere- hard to find an exact definition on this type, but they appear to be a milder type of kuudere. Instead of being an outright ice queen/king, a coodere might seem kind of distant or aloof, maybe a bit unemotional and laid-back but they conceal a very sweet, friendly lovestruck side and blush easily. They also probably cry a lot.

👍Undere- Undere is a "yes-man" kind of dere. They will probably do whatever their love interest wants and agree with them a lot in order to get closer to them. If I remember correctly, they've probably known their love interest a long time, maybe even their childhood best friend and were most likely closer to them than anyone else but went on unnoticed.

😜Bakadere- bakaderes are very childish, ditzy, silly and naive types. They're also pretty immature even though they tend to be quite kind. They pretty much act like a little kid when it comes to love and handle it quite amateurly.

😷Byoukidere- A byoukidere usually is very kind, sweet, and helpful and reserved in love but they always have some kind of terminal illness or are severely disabled in some way. They may want to experience true love before they pass away.

😊Bodere- a bodere is like a fusion of a tsundere and a dandere. They are often shy, easily embarrassed and easily flustered around the person they like and will lash out in order to hide their shyness

😒Darudere - Daruderes come off as bored and apathetic to basically everything. They may be entirely anhedonic for the most part....until that special person enters the picture and livens up their life. They usually end up a bit more cheerful around this person and showing a sweeter side that is more interested in life.

😞Shuundere- Shuunderes are very sad, isolated, depressed, lonely and unmotivated. They may be suicidal. Their love interest may be able to help them open up and cheer up. There's also a second type of shuundere that hides their sadness behind a cheerful facade and only those who get close enough to them see how sad they are deep down.

😳Hajidere- hajideres are a lot like danderes but there are a couple of key differences. They will be very easily flustered, bashful, and nervous around their crush to the EXTREME. They might even faint. However, unlike their cousin the dandere, they act pretty normal around everyone else.

😤Hinedere- hinederes have a cold, extremely cynical, pessimistic, harsh disposition. They probably have severe trust issues and may or may not be kind of arrogant. But towards the right person they will open up and show a bit of a kinder side and mellow out somewhat. These types have probably gone through a lot of trauma.

🤑Kanedere-Kanederes are essentially gold diggers and attracted exclusively to those with lots of money and a high social standing.

👿Mayadere- a mayadere refers to a character who starts out as the villain and probably will try to kill the protagonist but they end up falling for the protagonist and switching sides. They may still remain dangerous and unpredictable though!

🐈Nyandere-a nyandere is a type of character who shows a lot of cat-like attributes and behavior. They may or may not be tsundere, much like an actual cat and may or may not be a catgirl/catboy

🤴Oujidere-This is more or less the male equivalent of a himedere. He wants to be treated as a prince by the one he loves, and may want them to "serve" him. They are typically very regal, refined, and have a very dignified bearing. They may or may not actually be a prince. Alternatively there's a more benign variant in which they may be like a prince in a chivalrous sense, viewing themselves as a knight from a fairytale and have an always-save-the-girl/guy-complex. The second type is usually quite protective.

😏Sadodere- A sadodere is a sadistic, cruel, manipulative kind of person who lacks empathy and gets off on toying with their love interests feelings. They may be known for being a tease. They also enjoy humiliating their love interest and may hurt them physically and emotionally.

🚫Devidere- a devidere is the type of character who will try and ignore their crush in a feeble attempt to make their crush jealous or pay attention to them

😍Megadere - a megadere is like a benign variant of a yandere. These characters are typically very cute, upbeat, and sweet but will develop an extremely obsessive fixation on a person and fawn over them the way a fanboy/girl fawns over a celebrity. Are they obsessive and prone to jealousy? Why yes, but unlike the yandere it takes a more benign form such as obsessively mooning over them or stalking. They usually do not get the guy/girl but this isn't always the case.

😌Oujodere-an oujodere is very prim and proper, ladylike, calm and mature. They are gentle and calm. They are also very compassionate but they'll outright shower their love interest in their love

☯️Dorodere- Doroderes seem cute, sweet and innocent on the outside but on the inside are deeply emotionally disturbed. They bear similar thought patterns and tendencies to yanderes/yangires/sadoderes but will not typically act on such thoughts. They may have issues that cause this kind of behavior and their disturbed side will slowly be revealed to those who become close to them. An individual may not always be a dorodere may not always be a dorodere but may develop those qualities over time due to trauma or being raised around violent individuals. They tend to be very unpredictable.

🤪Ahodere- a whole ass idiot over here. They're not like bakaderes because they lack the naive aspect. They are often very boisterous, constantly messing up, and very oblivious to displays of love but are actually very sweet people, especially once the dumbass figures out the person they like likes them too. Ahoderes are usually boys and usually paired with tsunderes

💋Teasedere- a teasedere is very flirtatious and playful and mischievous. They're probably a trickster type. They are quite caring but may purposely annoy or tease their love interest to get a rise out of them.

👊Thugdere: thugderes are brash, rude, tough and probably involved in criminal activities. They get into a lot of fights and probably have a bad reputation and are known as someone you don't want to mess with but show a very kind, affectionate and loyal side towards their friends and partner.

💚Goudere: this one is a little harder to define but the general consensus seems to be that a goudere is "an unstoppable force that does whatever she pleases for her master, out of live for her master". Gouderes are most likely more boisterous than yanderes despite the similarities to them. She will do whatever she deems is best for her master....whether he wants her to do it or not. She lacks the possessiveness of a yandere because she would willingly and forcefully make a harem for her master.

💔Usodere: seems sweet and innocent on the outside but is actually a compulsive liar

👹Onidere: Variant of tsundere. They possess incredible destructive power and are actually demons. Most people don't dare go near them but they are kind and gentle towards those they love. Monsterfuckers eat your heart out!

👰Kekkondere: This kind of character wants to marry their love interest right away. From the moment they meet them, they've decided their future with that person. Falls in love quickly, may go yandere if their advances are rejected.

💤Nemuidere: this kind of character is someone who sleeps a lot. They don't have much interest in anything other than napping and are known to be quite laconic. They are usually very intelligent. The right person, of course, may motivate them to take more of an interest in life.

📣Uzadere: Oft confused with bakadere and ahodere. These characters are very loud, boisterous, annoying, and probably not very smart but sweet and well intentioned.

🏋️‍♂️Kiredere: This is an extremely harsh variant of tsundere. They act a lot like an overzealous personal trainer to their love interest and tend to yell at them a lot. But it's all because secretly they care deeply for the person and snark at them in the name of personal improvement and wanting to bring out the best in their love interest

😩Masodere: Thiskind of character complements a sadodere perfectly. They have a strong attraction to humiliation, pain, and manipulation and would get off on their love interest treating them in such a way.

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he can’t do it like i can.

━━━━━━━━ toji fushiguro.

⤷ fem!reader, accidental voyeurism, heavy language, spanking, teasing, dilf!toji, black coded, hair pulling, oral, dominance…. just, read it. it’s nasty.

⤷ mocha’s note; I had to do it. this man has me thinking of the wildest shit to a point where I’m crying bc he’s not real… I need help. he’s not even animated yet and he has me acting up—might start a series where I write about dilfs, we’ll see.

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dazai is just that kinda guy, you know? he makes you wet in public, unbothered with your reaction. he’ll buy a vibrator that lays in your panties, perfectly on your clit, and turn it off and on during the workday. he has no problem teasing you, bothering you. in fact, he likes having an effect on you, knowing he’s causing something. watching you struggle and squirm in your seat, whilst you’re walking.

he’ll make a point to touch you more often. a hand wrapped around your waist, bringing his face close to yours. chuckles at your reaction, wants to see you all flushed and pretty for him. loves it when you look at him and beg with your pretty little eyes for some relief. you think he’ll give it to you? that’s sweet. maybe hours from now, when you get home. you might regret it though. since you begged so pretty to cum, now he’ll make you cum again and again. that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?

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HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU SEND THEM A NUDE — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — f! reader, teasing, sending nudes, all characters are aged!up, sending them nudes when they’re in public.

ღ note — u guys don’t understand the hold satoru has on me i am so dizzy @_@ also i’ve been liking the three separate paragraphs for nsfw posts but i’ll still be keeping the sfw posts to one me thinks. reposting cos tumblr hates me ;-;

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it’s almost guaranteed that as soon as satoru recieved that nude, he knows he’s going to fuck you. he has the power to warp home in an instant but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to have his fun with you, making sure to tease you through text as much as he until you’re crying for him and who is he to deny when you’re begging so nicely after seeing his pretty cock.

“oh yeah, sweet girl?” satoru hums to himself as he lets his eyes scan over your figure in the pretty selfie you’ve just sent him — thighs spread to give him a good look at his pussy as you spread your glistening folds for him, he can basically see the way they’ll be greedily spread around his cock when he’s home, but you’re gazing wide-eyed at the camera as if you’re oh so innocent, but he knows you better. you know he’s at work and you know the effect you have on him, the needy twitch of his cock in his uniform making him swallow a groan that’s threatening to kick at his chest.

satoru <3 : aren’t you adorable, princess.

he replies quickly, almost as quickly as he unbuttons the high collar of his jacket and his slacks before fishing out his cock, squeezing at the base and giving himself a few languid pumps when he notices you typing almost immediately. a few seconds and his phone pings with another notification, another pretty photo of you and satoru’s grunting, long and shameless — zooming into trace his eyes along the way your cute little pussy is drooling, teasing him with its sweet taste and making him twitch against his palm before he’s giving his cock another few long, rough strokes.

i miss you satoru is typed below it and he can almost hear your frustrated whines already, the way you’d rub your sensitive, puffy clit in sticky circles — trying to imitate his movements but you both know nobody ever could. satoru wants to wait a few seconds longer, tease you a little more, but when he pumps his cock harder, rolling his thumb across the sensitive tip with a low growl — he’s already unravelling, typing out a reply before he can even think..

satoru <3 : i don’t remember saying you could start without me, sweet girl.

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

you liked teasing suguru whenever you got the chance, knowing that he’s probably smiling to himself as he holds back a groan — thankful that he always opted for baggier pants so that the obvious bulge he’s carrying around is a little less noticeable, quickly typing out a reply about how much he needs you before he’s hurrying home to actually have you.

suguru takes a long breath in when he unlocks his phone to see your message, you were so brave to send him something so shameless when he was in the line at the supermarket too — feeling the way his cock throbs immediately behind his baggy pants as he tries to relax, to fight the grin that’s threatening to curl the sides of his lips everytime he looks at you as he quickly turns down the brightness on his phone to type out a reply.

suguru <3 : look at you, my pretty girl.

he feels warm underneath his shirt, stealing glances at the pretty picture of you on your hands and knees in the bedroom mirror for him — your teasing him, begging him to stuff you full and he almost chokes on a groan at the thought, but the longer he stares at you the harder suguru feels his cock throb.

suguru <3 : you don’t know what you do to me, princess.

it’s probably obvious in his demeanour now, the way his broad chest is expanding with every deep exhale he takes — the flush that’s high on his cheeks and the hand that’s stuffed in the pocket of his pants, desperately trying to cover up how fucking much he needs you right now. suguru doesn’t think he’s ever moved faster, sparing one last glance towards your pretty push before he leaves the supermarket and makes his way home, more than eager to see just how pretty you look when you’re babbling on his cock.

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

unfortunately yuuji was just as discreet as you would expect, not even trying to deny the way his cock is straining against his pants because you look so pretty on his screen that he’s basically drooling as he types out a reply — misspelling words as he trips his way to the bathroom, babbling out an excuse like he’s not about to pull his cock out to his pretty gf.

there’s no other way this could’ve went, yuuji was terrible at masking his need for you at the best of times — but when his phone is lighting up while he’s in the gym and the first thing he sees is your pretty, drooling pussy on his screen — he doesn’t think he’s ever ran faster. coming up with some lame, unbelievable excuse to megumi about how he needs to go to the bathroom for something.. earning an exasperated, but still confused look from the dark haired sorcerer.

yuuji <3 : fuck, baby. send another, look so good <3

but yuuji was never one to hold back, only igniting the building surge of heat in your core when his message is accompanied with an attachment — a photo of your blushy haired boyfriend where he stands shamelessly infront of the changing room mirror, fingers wrapped around the base of his thick cock. you can already hear his needy groans, how quickly he was to pull out his cock for you in public making you suck your bottom lip between your teeth before your phone vibrates again.

yuuji <3 : attachment: 1 movie.

“come on, baby. f-fuck—miss you, send me more.” rings through your speakers as you watch your boyfriends shaky hold on the camera steady, pointing it towards where he’s sloppily pumping his thick cock, panting like he wasn’t just in the middle of a workout. but maybe it’s the image of his head falling back with a languid, moan of your name when his fingers graze over the sensitive tip, that has you spreading your thighs to send him your own back.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi was so easy to fluster, you can imagine the blush that would rest high on his cheeks as he almost chokes on air — his hands quickly turning his brightness down while he looks over his shoulder, checking if anyone is around before he’s frantically typing out an angry text back, but there’s no weight to his anger of “quit sending me nudes.” when he’s saving them to his camera roll anyway.

megumi <3 : are you kidding me?

it’s embarrassing how easily megumi finds heat surging in his core when he opens the notification from you, pouty lips and your tits sitting so pretty. it’s irritating the way his heart rate begins to raise — to kick against his ribs while his cock twitches to life in his pants and fuck, you couldn’t wait until he got home?

“you okay, fushiguro?” yuuji grunts, tilting his head at the sudden expression on his friends face as he sits across from him, not that he can hear him — he’s too focused, hypnotised by the swell of your breasts and the wide-eyed expression on your face. megumi’s irritation only rises when you try to play it off, sending a cute little i just miss you ‘gumi after — like you’ve not got him flustered in public, a blush high on his cheeks, biting back a whimper when you send him another that’s positioned a little lower.

megumi <3 : quit teasing me, i’m on my way home.

megumi’s reply is rushed, a pout on his lips as he mumbles out some excuse to yuuji about why he needs to leave — while he’s also trying to pull down the hem of his shirt to desperately cover the bulge in his pants. he’ll try to play off that he’s as annoyed as he is needy, but when he gets a peek at your perfect pussy in the next photo you’re about to send him, you know all his irritation will melt away when he’s helplessly pressing the heel of his palm against his bulge, just to relieve some of the ache until he gets home.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

there was a rush that came with teasing nanami, knowing that his jaw would be clenched when he’s opening your text message and trying not to show any signs of arousal on his face, but you both know his cock will be twitching behind his slacks before he’s pinching between his brows with a sigh, but he can’t help himself from taking a second look.

kento <3 : behave, sweetheart

it’s straight forward and blunt his reply, but it’s because nanami feels dizzy at the sight of your spread pussy so suddenly. your slick is glistening where the light leaks into the dimly lit bedroom and he feels his jaw clench when checks over his shoulder, making sure a certain white haired sorcerer isn’t around before he allows himself a few extra moments to really admire you.

you drove him crazy, even just the sight of your pretty body had him desperately trying to remain sane — to ignore the animalistic urge that twisted in his stomach that told him to just leave, to go home and fuck you like you want, like you deserve. a pretty little thing like you, spread out in his bed, most likely playing with your perfect little pussy until your wrist is sore and you’re breathing out his name in short pants.

come home <3 your reply is sweet, almost as sweet as nanami knows your pussy feels when he first sinks into it and the thought has him feeling dizzy, running an exasperated hand through his blonde hair before he’s resting his elbows on the desk — trying so hard to focus on anything else that’ll stop his cock thickening in his slacks. but when the next notification includes two of your fingers sinking into your plush cunt, he’s suddenly deciding that maybe too many nights of overtime has earned him an early finish today.

kento <3 : you better be ready when i get home, sweetheart.

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miss me?

━━━━━━━━ sukuna ryomen.

a drabble for deja’s selfship prompt. @dejwrites

⤷ dilf!sukuna (obviously), fluff + smut, daddy kink, choking, jealousy, body worship, dry humping if you squint, consensual coercion, cum play, toxic relationship, sneaky sex, minors dni!

⤷ mocha’s note; I’m late posting this bc I’ve been working like hell but here it is! it felt so weird writing my own name (nickname) but I like it.

Dilf!Sukuna who clenches his jaw whenever he notices the new love interest in his exes life, nearly causing a fight one day she throws a cookout for her family and the man she’s currently ‘dating’ is playing football with their daughter, seeing the stranger pick her up and spin her around when she scores a touchdown. It boils his blood to see their daughter smile at someone who isn’t her father.

Dilf!Sukuna who awaits at the doorstep of his home, or ours as he likes to call it, still delusional about their separation, claiming it’s a break when it wasn’t—hands tucked into his dark gray sweatpants pockets with a smile on his usually stern face as he watches their tiny daughter run to him with giggles and Bratz dolls in her hands. Sukuna crouches low to grab her with a purposely exaggerated grunt, commenting on how big she’s getting with a laugh.

Mocha slams the door to her car, retrieving her daughters duffel bag filled with things she needed for the weekend at daddy’s. Sukuna holds their child at his hip. She smiles at her as she constantly pokes at his cheek to grab his lost attention. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Looking her up down with that all too familiar glint in his eyes. She raises her brow, glaring down at herself dressed in a black maxi skirt that touched her ankles and a red lace top, feet in black sandals.

“What?”

“Going somewhere?” He questions with authority.

“My house and back. I can’t look nice?”

“You look good,” she ignores the way he licks his pink lips, their daughter tapping his shoulder for the millionth time, the four-year-old always wanting to be the star of the show.

“Daddy, can we watch Bratz Fashion Pixies with mommy?!” The little girl screeches excitedly.

“Mommy has to go, baby,” Mocha drains the light from her face, the child frowning. Sukuna eyes her.

“Why?” They say periodically. She stares him down with annoyance. Now she’s gonna question me. Before she can even speak, she’s at it again.

“But we haven’t watched it in months,” she whines. “We watch it every day with all three of us.”

Sukuna sighs, rubbing her back. “It’s okay, honey. Me and you can just—”

“I’ll stay,” she cuts him off immediately, not fond of seeing her daughter cry. His puppy dog act was irritating. He grins mischievously.

Their daughter cheers and the woman leans forward to pinch her chubby cheeks, speed walking to her car to pull into the driveway before entering the familiar home, feeling somewhat vacant. The vibe is off, but a little nostalgic. She hasn’t stepped foot into this place in months, unable to, the idea bringing back too many unwanted memories. Their divorce wasn’t pretty; finding Sukuna messing with another woman when she searched through his phone one day to find the messages, his excuses replaying in her head, all bullshit.

She was just one night. One night over six years? They were high-school sweethearts, and he tore that apart for a one time fling. Didn’t make sense, never will. It’s awkward when Mocha stands in the kitchen she used to cook her happy family meals every day to see him make their daughter lunch for her movie, combing at her curly hair with her fingers as she went on about how she ate dyed eggs for green eggs and ham day at school. The movie was the same as usual, both of them sitting adjacent of her as she eats her lunch and enjoys the film, falling asleep on Sukuna’s shoulder thirty minutes in.

School must’ve taken it out of her. Sukuna stretches his arms, breathing out a ‘finally’ which makes his wife laugh, standing along with him as he carried her and she shuts off the tv, checking a text from the man she’s currently fooling around with, nothing serious. Just experimenting the dating life again.

You home today? I wanna see you.

She sighs, dropping her shoulders tiredly. She wasn’t in the mood to see him. He was a funny guy, enjoyable to be around and made her daughter laugh—but he’s obscenely clingy. She liked her space, and he didn’t know the meaning of it. On top of that, the sex was mediocre. Nothing compared to how Sukuna fucked me. She dissociated with the world momentarily, chewing on her lip as flashbacks hit, zoning out the sound of Sukuna’s heavy steps approaching.

“She’s tucked in.”

Her eyes lock onto the veins bulging out of his arms, the white tee he wore hugging his muscles and the platinum chain swinging around his neck makes her face hot. Dammit, stop. Her stare lingers longer than she expects, Sukuna lowering his face to catch her attention with a smirk.

“Hello? You good?”

“Yeah, sorry,” she clears her throat.

“Check me out all you want baby, it’s still yours.”

“Sukuna,” she rolls her eyes, locking her phone and finding her car keys, needing to be as far away from him as possible before she did something she regretted.

“What? I’m joking,” he furrows his brows when she began strutting towards the front door, mumbling about how their daughter’s ballet recitals on Sunday and not to forget to monitor her junk food intake. His hand clasps around her wrist to stop her.

“Stay. I wanna talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Are you dating him?” He’s straightforward, watching the muscle in his jaw clench.

“That’s none of your business.”

“I have a right to know who’s around my daughter. Yes or no? Or are you just fuckin’ him?”

“Why?” She yanks her arm away, getting in his face, barely with her height. “Does it hurt your feelings? Well, guess karmas a bitch.”

Sukuna chuckles darkly, raising his arm to tug at his bi-colored hair with frustration. “Man, you’re still on that shit.”

She raises her brow with fury. He’s shitting me. “On that—are you fucking serious? You tellin’ me I don’t have a reason to say fuck you for cheating on me?”

“All she did was suck my dick, you’re acting like I was in her shit,” he rolls his eyes, shrugging his shoulder without zero care in the world. “I’ve apologized a million times. It was one stupid night where we were at each other’s throats and she just so happened to be around—so.”

“You know what.” Mocha scoffs, not having time for this stupid shit. Men always have bullshit excuses when trying to justify cheating. She didn’t care if he kissed the bitch, cheating is cheating. She managed to bypass him, walking around the couch until he’s back in her face fast once again.

She clenched her keys in her fists, ready to claw at his face with them. “What do you want?”

It’s silent for a moment, the hard stare he has on her makes her feel small, folding her arms over her midsection, waiting for his response.

“I need some pussy,” he whispers gravelly, slowly licking his lips and grabbing at her waist. She swallows, trying to ignore the sudden throbbing at her clit. Chill out.

“Text your other bitch. I’m sure she’ll give it to you.”

“Only your sweet fuckin’ pussy,” Now his hands are smoothing to her backside, smacking his heavy, veiny palm on her ass to draw her closer, squeezing the flesh between his long fingers. Mocha gasps, eyes wide as she feels the outline of his cock against her stomach. His fingers are dangerously close to her pussy. “Daddy misses it so much.”

She inhales, shifting to try her best and break from his barricade, shoving him away which barely makes him stumble. “I’m leaving.”

Thinking this is her final attempt at actually leaving, that relief gets knocked down the instant his hand grabs the back of her neck and brings her back to him, his mouth pressed to the side of her neck where he breathed and kissed wetly. Mocha freezes, the ache below never subsiding in his hold. Sukuna’s lifting her skirt before another word falls from her pretty little mouth, shoving his hand into her matching red lace, smirking from the ocean flowing on his thick fingers.

“You need some dick, don’t you?” He whispers hotly behind her earlobe, rushing his tongue there at the same time he circles her clit, falling back into his warm chest, dropping her keys altogether. “He not hitting it right? Doesn’t do it like me, does he?”

Shamelessly, she nods her head in agreement, giving up because she knows he’s right and this is what she needs. She knows he can give her things no other man could. It hasn’t been the same ever since. Any man she’s been with aside from him hasn’t met up to those standards. Sukuna raised her pussy to only come back to him. Trained to accommodate him. Cum from him. Fuck him. For any other man to take possession of what he crafted would be fucking fowl.

“You miss me?” Sukuna hums, walking them towards the black couch in the living room they moved too far away from her previous escape. Her knees are dented into the seat, arms thrown over the back as Sukuna groans low in his throat, pupils blown with lust as he tugs her panties to sit at the middle of her thighs. He presses his clothed cock to her, grinding slowly to make her feel it, let her know how much he misses her more. “You miss daddy, baby?”

Mocha keens, face buried into her forearms shyly, rocking back onto him, feeling herself soak his pants. Sukuna hisses and smacks her ass again, her pussy clenching from the attack. She whines. “Yes. Miss you.”

“Daddy misses you too,” he’s swift with his actions, already tugging at his cock leaking absurd amounts of precum, circling the angry red tip on her entrance before sinking in only halfway, wanting her to remember how to take him. She moans quietly, biting at her arm and taking lead by pushing back onto him, only to have Sukuna retract his hips.

Don’t be greedy, you’ll hurt yourself. It echoes in her head when he says this, smiling cutely, loving that he cared unlike other men. And he’s kind of right. He’s perfectly thick, long to the point where it surpasses his belly button. It was always hard for her to fully wrap her hand around it, towering her face whenever he stood over her, veins decorating up the underside. He draws his hips back, carefully driving into her, rolling his waist effortlessly to make her savor every ridge of his cock.

“Doesn’t it feel so fuckin’ good?” He asks with his lip tucked between his teeth, rolling his eyes back once he starts it up, hooking her by her handles and yanking her back as he fucks her, fascinated by the jelly-like bounce her ass makes as she throws it back.

His wife was always one to never hold back her sounds, whimpering and moaning to his hearts delight. Sukuna has her back arched with his other palm, Mocha reaching behind herself to clutch at his veiny forearm, the two locking eyes as she glares up at him to see him slowly loosing it. So much pent up sexual frustration from not having her for months. Not being able to touch another woman since so it pisses him off to know she could easily fuck another man without feeling the same. He’s getting mad just thinking about it, clenching his jaw right as he fucked her harder, deeper. She’s clawing at his arm and crying his name, Sukuna coming to his senses momentarily, forgetting they had a daughter who’s asleep upstairs.

He moves her hand away, intwining both his large palms over mouth and pulling her back to his chest where her head rests, Sukuna standing straight as her back dips even more, cursing as her eyes switch white and she sings into his hands shielding the sweet symphonic tones.

“You forgive me?” He breathes shakily on her forehead, ruts becoming sloppy when that familiar heat twitches in his gut. This he could excuse; cumming too fast just to brush off the burning arousal for her. He’d savor her later on when it truly mattered. He’d make love to her to prove that he still loves her, that he’s different now, that he’d never fuck up a good thing again. Right now, he just wanted to fuck her so she knows he’s not letting her leave anytime soon.

Her brown eyes are slanted softly, whines and delicate nods of her head are what takes him there, dropping his hands from her mouth, choking her lightly as he mashed his mouth onto hers, moaning with her as she trembles and orgasms. He stays inside her a little longer, fearing that warmth would dissipate if he stayed out too long. Sukuna swallows, catching his breath and darting his attention to the way his cum flows out of her after she falls forward, taking his index and middle finger to collect it and shove it back inside, Mocha laughs at him with a silent ‘fuck off’ and smacks his hand away. He grins happily, massaging her backside adoringly. This isn’t a pass that she’s going back to him. But having her in his presence as of now was a start he could be satisfied with.

so we started sneaking around after this 😙 relationship is still undetermined.

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wait for me.

━━━━━━━━ hwajin na.

⤷ fem!reader, choking, spanking, mirror sex, sink sex lol, praise kink, black coded, black luxury, age gap.

⤷ mocha’s note; been in the drafts for a min. this is dedicated to my shawty @dejwrites I finally did it, be proud of me lmao.

Finest things for the finest woman. Hwajin inevitably made sure his babygirl was taken care of. Catering to your every need without an ounce of disapproval. Wealth flew to him like an affirmation, so with that came the ability to grant any desire that needed fulfillment. Ever since you’ve been together he’s treated you like a Queen. There was a bit of an age gap; him nearing 40 and you still in your twenties. Sometimes you received dirty looks from not so nice people who couldn’t mind their business and let a couple love each other. Hwajin always made sure to pull you close by your waist and murder them with his eyes for disrespecting you. Most of it was envy, others, jealousy.

Who wouldn’t be jealous? You were engaged to a man who put you first. Loved you like you craved for. It was every woman’s fantasy. The two of you lived in a beautiful skyline loft that overlooked the city, nighttime being your favorite since you got to see the pretty lights. The place was sophisticated, like him. Modern, sexy, cozy. Sleek black furniture, grays, whites, expensive China, paintings—you name it. There’s a foot long glass table where the two of you sat every day and night, breakfast and dinner to enjoy one another’s company. When you came home today, you were scared shitless by the three people in your home arranging dozens—maybe ten—flowers from Venus et Fleur. Obsidian marble boxes with royal blue and black roses inside aligned around the floor to ceiling windows and dining table.

Hwajin hired a chef to cook for tonight’s occasion—if there was one. Not to your knowledge. He’s old schooled, meaning he’d prefer to write letters than text. There’s a red envelope on your bed on top of a fancy box with a satin blue bow you found after greeting the workers and removing yourself from the living room. One thing about him is that he’s going to give a surprise all the time. You were grateful, but it’d be nice to have a heads up.

Happy anniversary, mi amor. Wear this tonight for our dinner. I’ll see you soon, my wife. I love you. ♡

Anniversary? Shit! You slapped your forehead with your hand, eyes wide in panic. You completely forgot. How shitty of you. Pulling the box open, it reveals a skin tight gray dress with velvet material, a slit on the side and thin straps for the shoulders. You rush to take a shower, getting ready just in time before he came home. When you greet him, of course, all the workers are gone and all that’s left are you and your man. He’s dressed finely; all black dress suit with his hair tussled around his face, grazing his broad shoulders.

“Hi, beautiful,” his big hands clutch your waist, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. You smile after, barely paying attention to the dinner set on the table. A variety of fruits, a steamy lobster, cocktail shrimp, pasta, wines, mini cakes and macaroons. No matter the occasion, he goes all out. Well, the chefs do.

Your glass is filled with a rose Armand de Brignac you gently tapped your cream acrylics on while smiling and listening to him talk, eyes trailing down to him twisting the Cajun shrimp and bell pepper pasta with his fork, lifting it to your mouth you part and graciously take a bite.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

You swallow your food, licking your lips cautiously slow. Eyes flicker down to your plate. You knew exactly what he was talking about. He read you like his books he had his eyes buried in half the day. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“I give you so much, yet you fail to remember the most important day out of 365 days in the year,” Hwajin clears his throat, stretching his arm where the silver Cartier watch shines under the candlelight to fix his posture. “Perhaps I spoil you too much?”

“Don’t be mad,” your voice croaks. You inhale, sitting up straight and resting your glass. The nights going so perfectly, you didn’t want it ruined. “My minds just been focused on planning the wedding on top of my lingerie line. It must’ve just slipped my—”

“I’m joking, baby. No need for the puppy eyes,” he chortles when you sigh into your hands, feeling the tears brim your lashes. You really did feel bad for forgetting. It’s not like you to do such a thing. You feel his touch, grabbing your chin and lifting your face, telling you it was okay and kissing you softly.

“Cut that, you’re good. Now finish your lobster before it gets cold.”

Dinner was more than lovely, definitely needing to waste most of the food. Hwajin would gently smack your hands away when you tried cleaning up, saying he’ll get the maids to do so. Being greedy even after having a full course meal, you save some food as leftovers. For the rest of the night the two of you sat on the sofa and talked about anything. Spewing your ideas for your wedding, colors, Vera Wang, etcetera. Hwajin loses focus halfway through, not that he’s bored, but because he’s admiring you. His eyes drifts to your glitter oiled legs, smoothing his hands along until he’s reaching under your ass, tugging at the lace on your skin.

“This the new piece?”

“Yeah,” you focus on the sudden deepness of his voice, his eyes never leaving your thigh, his fingers tracing your skin slowly. “It’s part of the celestial collection.”

Hwajin tugs at the pretty lilac thong with white roses, pinching your flesh with the tips of his fingers. “Let’s go shower for bed. It’s getting late, yeah?”

Shower. Yeah right. You tried to hide your smirk, his topic jumping completely from weddings to panty set. He stands first, holding his palm out for you to hold, following him towards the master bathroom. You watch him cautiously, Hwajin silent other than his movements, observing as he turns the nozzle to the sink on, washing his hands for some reason. His eyes are on you again, carefully looking you up and down before stalking near.

Hwajin doesn't give you enough time to undress, slamming his lips to yours and greedily rutting the bulge in his slacks against you. You laugh at his aggression, Hwajin lifting you off the ground and pressing you up against the glass shower door. You desperately grip at his back, shrugging the expensive blazer off his shoulders while he unbuttons the cotton dress shirt and throws it to the floor so you could feel the muscles on his back. "Pull me out."

You hum, Hwajin licking his lips as you fished for his zipper, sliding it down and wrapping your hand around his solid length, the main thing you were determined to have all night. He was becoming impatient, frantic as he pulled your dress until it rutched at your hips, rolls swallowing the material. He held your ass in one of his palms, fisting himself and sliding into you with ease, slick, hot, and clenching around him.

"Mm," Hwajin moans, squinting his eyes, jaw dropping as he sunk deeper. You whine and scratch at his back. Hwajin had a strong grip of your thigh to his waist, pelvic bone touching your own as he stilled inside, your other leg straight yet your tiptoes grazed the floor since he had you high up above him. "Shit, baby. I missed you and this sweet fucking pussy."

"Fuck me," you persisted, grabbing at him desperately and whining low in your throat, scanning his facial features and you couldn't handle how good looking he was. "Take me, I'm yours."

"I know you fuckin' are," Hwajin grunts, drawing his hips back before shoving into you harder than before. You gasp, your eyes turning a quick white once they rolled to the back of your skull.

You cry out, Hwajin drilling into you manically, your arms thrown around his neck as his hands held onto your ass and pulled you down on his cock, arousal collectively coating him. Pounding into you, the flesh of your ass shook frivolously in his palms, thighs trembling, the insufferable extortion of pleasure coursing throughout your entire body. His lips quivering over the skin of your neck, tickling it with his stubble.

“Don’t you ever forget our anniversary ever again. You hurt my feelings,” he hisses, spanking your ass a few times. Nothing made you wetter than his assertive tone and contentious actions. How he lost himself while inside you; it drove him crazy every second of it. Maybe he was still mad, of course. You forgot one of the most important, special days to him. You couldn’t even find words to apologize, choking on your own sounds. “Wanna cum inside you so fucking bad."

Kissing you hard, Hwajin sucks your lower lip into his mouth, intoxicated by your scent and just you. It was crazy how mad you drove him and he could give less of a fuck how needy he sounded. He carried your light weight with one arm around your waist towards the sink so you could stand on your feet, Hwajin turning you around and shoving you flat to the granite sink top, grabbing your left thigh and bending it so it laid beside your hip, pussy coming in contact with the surface of the cold sink and the foot you used to leverage yourself up barely touched the ground. Your cheek laid on the glass mirror, palm flat on the sink, the other taken by Hwajin who placed it on your lower back.

"Look at me," he heaves. You open your eyes and weakly stare back at him, biting your inner cheek as he rubbed his tip against your hole, gathering your wetness with a lucid gaze before sliding entirely into you, warmth engulfing him causing his head to fully knock back and hips to jerk unknowingly. "Just like that baby, yes."

Holding you in place, he fucked you hard, the difficulty of keeping your eyes on his was too much for you to keep up with and soon they faltered shut. You screamed into the air, hair hiding half of your face, his thrusts rough and sensuous. Blissfully satisfied by how he hit so deeply into you, crying out pathetically as he nudged your sweet spot repetitively, and Hwajin could tell that just by watching you.

"Right there, baby?" Hwajin taunted, her skin trembling in his hold, their flesh clapping together and absorbing the area around them.

"Yess, right fucking there," you smacked your hand on the mirror, whimpers surging past your swollen lips as you moved back on him, greedy for more. "Choke me."

"Want me to choke you?" He teases, wrapping his forearm around your waist and pulling you back to his chest.

"Yes. Choke me, please baby." You swallow hard, your eye contact now being connected straight through the mirrors reflection, Hwajin’s hand coming up between your breasts until he reached your throat.

"I'll choke you," Hwajin hums, squeezing your neck and reaching down to rub your clit. You shiver, a high-pitched gasp coming from you the minute he fucked you faster, eyes scrolled to the back of your head, using a hand to lay on top of his that rubbed you and the other back on the mirror. You lowered your head, arching your back and listened to Hwajin sputter out a frenzy of words that had your head spinning.

"So fucking sexy, princess. You take my dick so well. You always do," he could feel the pulse in your neck speed up, your brain fuzzy and you could hardly breathe by how hard he choked you, yet, it didn't bother you that you couldn't speak nor properly breathe. The main thing that came from you was 'harder.' Exasperatedly moaning from the praise he had given you and thankful for granting your wish to choke you harder.

"Say thank you," he whispers in your ear, loosening his grip just a little so you could speak up. "Say it."

"Thank you," you choke out, feeling your orgasm approach. "I'm gonna cum. Please don't fucking stop!"

Wheezing in the crook of your neck, Hwajin could feel his own coming, keeping you close to him and shoving his cock in and out maliciously, so rapid you squealed, needing to reach behind yourself and tug at his hair. Neither of you could speak another word, your eyes shut and his lingered on the reflection in the mirror, that being enough to set him off on top of how soft and weak your screams progressed. You came before him, tugging him down with you, chest flat to the sink and his face between your neck, thighs twitching as if they had been hit by tasers. A pattern of 'yes' streaming out of you monotonously. He stilled inside, coating your walls rewardingly and squeezing his eyes shut, grunting and gripping any and every part of your body he could have acquiescently.

You regain your breath, body hurting from the position you’re in and he sees the pain in your face, grabbing you and sitting you properly on the sink, yours body slumped in his hold as you lay your head on his chest . “I’m s—”

“I know,” Hwajin cuts you off with a laugh, not needing another apology. He understood well enough. “Just don’t forget next year, yeah?”

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Hwajin and a Teacher S/o

Hwajin x Gn! Reader

NSFW

MNDI

W: Blowjob, Mentions of Sex, Semi Submissive Hwajin, Morals Don’t Exist Here

He knew that doing this was wrong.

“Oh, it's fine. You were in a hurry and I wasn't paying attention.” You smiled back at him.

Yeah, this was really wrong for him to do.

“You're a teacher here, correct?” You nodded at his question and continued to walk to your classroom.

“Would you mind letting me into your classroom? The Ministry of Education has me assigned to the school and to the grade you teach.” He knew this was wrong and it was only getting worse.

So why?

Everything about the moment was perfect in his mind. Everything about you was greater then the places he��s been able to see in his lifetime. He felt right being inside of you and he felt even better when you moaned for him. This had to be the correct thing to do because it was just so good. He laid out everything he was out for you. He was yours and you were his.

The next morning, you were gone. Nothing about you was left in his apartment other then the red tracks running down his back. You left your claim on him and ran.

“Cute.” He was irritated with you, it was only natural after such a good lay left him. He laid on his back and stared mindlessly at the ceiling above.

“So you wan to play this game. Fine, we can play.” Hwajin lifted himself and went into his bathroom to wash away last nights events.

“Fill me, Hwajin. Please?” It was borderline mocking but he loved it.

“M-move!” Hwajin has never felt this small in his entire life. You did this to him. You were the only one who could do this and get away with it.

The water turned cold and your hazy form disappeared from sight. His dick became flaccid, no longer swollen and needy but instead resting in between his legs.

“Dammit!” He growled. Maybe he could find some other time to get you back into his bed. Maybe.

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